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hockeybabe · 1 year

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Broken Pieces|| J.Tavares

*Gif not mine*

Pairing: John Tavares x wife!reader

Summary: You and Johns life outside of social media is very different and John tries to fix the broken pieces.

Warnings: angst, talk of loneliness, self-doubt, John being a great husband, breastfeeding mentioned.

Word count: 845

Note: Please do not read this if you don’t do well with any of these subjects. I will not go into depth with all of these but it’ll all be mentioned

Posing in front of paparazzi, answering interviews, and posting on social media is easy, but it's exhausting, mentally and physically. You didn't know how John was able to do it; he could answer interviews, do photoshoots and stay up to date with socials.

You on the other hand, didn't do all of that; your account wasn't private, but you never posted about anything other than your kids. John tries his best to make time for you and the kids, but sometimes work takes over.

Sometimes it's hard taking care of kids who are still under the age of four. They both have their own and very much separate needs, and when John is on the road you sometimes cry while breastfeeding, your youngest, who's nine months, and your oldest would cry with you for a different reason.

John would come home seeing you in the boys room lying on the floor sleeping with your eyes red and puffy from crying while the boys slept in their cribs. John would try to get you to talk to him, but you always told him it was nothing.

John was worried about you mentally and physically and started to hate away games because they meant that you were alone for a longer period of time then if it was a home game. Thankfully, today wasn’t one of those days; today he’d have an early home game and come home to help you with everything.

Packing his bag, he makes his way to the front door of the house and drops his bags. Taking a deep breath, he turns around and goes to find you. John walks up the stairs and heads for the boys room, knowing you'd be in there breastfeeding your youngest just before his nap.

"Babe?" John whispers, peeking his head in the door. You smile ever so slightly, nodding at him so he could come in. “How are you doing?” John asks, running his hand through your hair. “Alright.” You answer, giving him a sheepish smile.

But you weren’t feeling alright; if anything you were far from it. You wanted to cry in Johns arms and never stop; you wanted to tell him all your struggles and how lonely you felt these past months. Yet you couldn’t, you had to be a strong mother because your kids came first. Always.

“Babe? You’re spacing out.” John explains snapping his finger in front of your face, with your beautiful baby boy in his arm. You’d be so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice John taking him. It made you hate yourself, what if this happened in public, someone could’ve taken him.

John notices tears brimming your eyes; he places your guys’ son in his crib beside his older brothers crib and takes you into the master bed room. “Babe? Shhh, it’s okay.” He whispers into your ear, holding you close to his chest. He sits down on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Let it out. I’m right here.” He reassures you, rubbing your back as you continue to sob into his shoulder. “Breath, baby. You have to breathe.” John whispers, lifting your head off his shoulder, taking your head into his hands. “Follow me, I’m and out.” He repeats slowly as your breathing starts evening out.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks, with soft eyes. “I’m so tired, John. Its too much.” You whisper, not looking at him. “Fuck baby, I’m so sorry. Tell me what I can do.” John says, he then takes his phone out to call his coach and lets them now he won’t be playing.

It was last minute, but the whole team knew how bad things were going for you. William would come over just to help you out a bit, but even then you were still crying yourself to sleep. “I feel so lonely, you’re always gone for too long and I’m left here with two babies who want you always. When their finally asleep I clean the house and barely get any sleep.” You rant to him, sobbing.

John made sure to listen closely to every word you were saying, figuring out what he could do better. “Shhhh, it’s okay. No more, I won’t let this happen anymore.” He tells you, pulling your head to his shoulder. “How could you possibly stop this.” You mumble into his neck.

“I won’t let the three of you suffer; you all are coming with me everywhere I go. It makes me feel better knowing you all are right there by my side. Knowing that if anything happens I’m right there.” He says looking you dead in the eye as you lift your head to face him.

"So, me, you and the boys altogether?" You ask, smiling softly. "Yes, you, me, and the boys." John promises, with a hopeful smile. "Okay, altogether." You agree, feeling a sign of relief fills your body. You finally have the missing piece in your heart filled.

And it was all because John was able to fix the broken pieces.

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devilsandpensfan · 5 months

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Nico Hischier (John Tavares)-Mr. Perfectly Fine

"Hey Beautiful." Nico said entering our apartment.

"Hey Handsome." I replied; standing on my tippy toes kissing him on the cheek.

"Will you come to my game tonight?" Nico asked me.

"Of course, handsome!" I said.

"Great! Game starts at 7:30 see you then beautiful!" Nico winked at me before leaving. I checked at the schedule and saw they were playing against the Maple Leafs.

Shit. He was gonna be there. It's going to be fine just ignore him and sit with the wags.

I started to get dressed so I could look Sexy.

I put some jeans on to go with Nico's jersey. I Started driving to the game.

(TIME SKIP CAUSE I'M LAZY)

The devils won 3-2 and now I'm going to visit Nico in the locker room when I watching the highlights to see if I missed anything.

But then I bumped into someone. "Oh, Sorry." I said apologetically said, not looking up.

"Wait, cutie." He said. I looked up and saw my ex- John Tavares.

"I have to go. Nico will be waiting for me." I said leaving.

"Wait! Y/n." John said.

"What now?" I rolled my eyes annoyed.

Little did I know Nico was watching the whole time. "I'm sorry. Please. I miss you." John said

"Cause I was miss here to stay, Now I'm miss gonna be alright someday, and someday, Maybe you'll miss me but by then you'll be Mr. Too late." I said walking away.

"Babe you played so good with the hattrick." I said kissing him on the cheek.

"All the goals were for you baby." He said smiling.

"You're a weirdo." I said jokingly.

"But I'm your weirdo." Nico said.

"I love you Nico Hischier!" I said kissing his lips softly.

"I love you more y/n l/n. Now Lets get out of here." He said leaning down to kiss me and then we walked out hand in hand.

#nj devils #toronto maple leafs #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fluff #angst #john tavares

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couldawouldashoulda50 · 2 months

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A heart full of regret Part 2.1 (William Nylander)

Leading up to this here and here

I have to admit that I was struggling with this part - I started and stopped so many times and I really have no actual structure when I sit down and start typing. Hopefully it's not terrible - this is just focusing on the time that William is traveling in December during the Dad's trip while Y/N is in the UK, before returning home to Toronto.

Warnings - swearing, angst

Word count 3.5k

As the days went on, William refocused his energy on hockey. He had begun a new point streak in consecutive games but there had been moments where it appeared some of the intensity from his stellar start to the season thus far, particularly in Sweden, had started to wane.

The lull in the schedule during the first week of December afforded the entire team some additional practice time as well as the opportunity to participate in charity events around the city.

William welcomed the break with being the prime focal point of the media beginning to diminish. Constantly being in the spotlight for a few weeks had its perks, but William had to admit, it was wearing after a while. He wondered how you managed to stay above it all for so many years.

When he would ask you questions about fame and celebrity, while in the afterglow of the intense body bliss you two shared, you always said you were a reluctant celebrity; you never put much stock in the fame part of your musical career. You were just a girl, who loved to sing and make music, and somehow that path panned out for you.

As the second week of December was underway, the Maple Leaf organization held another Dad’s trip; a much beloved time for the players and staff. The Dad’s and mentors watched their sons wallop Nashville on the first game of the trip. The following day the club headed to Long Island in advance of the game the following day. The buzz was generally around John Tavares being at 998 points, and confidence was high that he could hit 1000 points in front of his former team and the fans that tirelessly booed him.

The energy was electric on the bus ride from the airport to the hotel and lively conversation and laughter echoed throughout.

Later that afternoon, the group reconvened in the hotel lobby after taking the opportunity to rest and relax once they were all checked in.

William spots the Swedish contingent of the group and heads over to stand with them while they await for the last few stragglers and for the transportation to arrive to whisk them off to dinner.

William scans the open concept lobby and spots Morgan and his Dad, Andy, relaxing in the plush seating alongside Brian Matthews and Auston, as well as Max and Tie Domi. They seemed to be glued to watching something on Max’s phone.

William watches as Max swipes and scrolls on his phone. The group suddenly appears to lean closer to the phone. After a few seconds, he hears the group chime “Happy Birthday, Y/N!!” in unison.

William’s stomach flips with hearing your name. Others that are close by make their way over to where Max is holding his phone to photo-bomb the group, wave at the screen and give their well wishes when they realize it's you on the other end.

Fuck - it’s her birthday today.

You and William had not been in touch since you left his condo a week ago. For two people that seemed to gel with one another so perfectly, once out of sight, you had become accustomed to not being part of each other’s lives at all.

What bothered him more right now is your friendship with his teammates.

William felt he was on the outside looking in with someone he was once so close with. Someone whom he is developing intense feelings for once more. Someone, he realizes, he may never have another chance with again.

He didn’t always feel like this - this feeling of deep envy knowing that you have carried on with your own friendships with some of William’s friends and teammates. In the past, during your times together, he was happy - proud even - as he watched you mix with teammates and their significant others so effortlessly.

Callë nudges William, bringing him back to reality as the group begins to file toward the exit and through the revolving doors toward the large coach that awaits.

Dinners during the Dad’s trip are always one of the many highlights. The exchanges are always lively and interesting; a chance for many of the fathers to commiserate with their own individual experiences with helping to guide their sons to the NHL.

A mentor of William’s accompanied on this trip; having seen William just three weeks prior in Stockholm, and knowing he was headed to Toronto for Christmas, Michael Nylander had decided to opt out on this Dad’s trip. As William noted in an interview, he has 4 other kids that he has to look after; he can’t always be doing things with him.

As much as he was enjoying himself at the restaurant, William wished his Dad was here. William could talk to his Dad about virtually anything, and in turn, he would give William sound advice, leaving the final decision making up to his son. William wondered what his Dad would say about the circumstances between you both.

William was lost in thought when Jake sat in a vacant chair at the table next to him. “How’s it goin Willy? You good?”

“Hey Cabe-r…doin alright - what’s going on man” William chuckles, straightening up in his chair unaware he was slouching.

“Ha, well - my Dad’s having the time of his life jawing with everyone else…you looked a bit down in the mouth sitting over here on your own.”

“Nah, man - I’m alright. Just got some things on my mind”, William smiled. “Thanks though”, he added.

“Too many women, not enough time?” Jake laughs.

“I think you got the first part right….”, William paused, contemplating how much he should reveal. Jake smirked at the star winger and chuckled. “Sounds interesting….go on…”

William continued tentatively. “I, uh….hooked up with this girl recently, around the end of November. Last week, she showed up at my place, drunk…and uninvited, with a friend of hers. I wasn’t alone at the time and she caused a bit of a scene - had to threaten to call security to get her to leave but her friend ended up dragging her out instead.”

“Ha - oh shit, you weren’t kidding with the too many women thing.” Jake laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, well - I had strung this girl along - the drunk one. Our first date - thing…whatever it was - didn’t go very well, but I thought I could…you know…just in case I was in the mood…she lives close by…” William gestured for Jake to fill in the blanks.

“Ahhh….right - got it...” Jake paused. “So wait - you said you weren’t alone…so you had another girl over at the time the drunk one showed up…with her friend?” Jake smiled and threw his head back as he laughed harder. “Fuck Willy - let me know when I should start feeling bad for you…”

“Yeah - I know…fucking nothing problems…which I brought on myself - I get it. It’s just that the girl I had over, I - like…I really care about her. We’ve known each other for years…she’s the only girl, outside of my family anyway, that just gets me. It’s so easy and fun being with her…know what I mean? And it’s always been like that - she’s got this crazy, interesting life and yet she’s always more interested in what’s going on with me and my life. She’s super down to earth too. And….not saying this is everything but fuck, she’s drop dead gorgeous. I mean like fucking 12 out of 10.”

Jake nods his head and grins; he can see the way that William lights up talking about you.

“Now, I’m pretty sure she thinks I'm a total sleaze because of these two girls that showed up looking for…you know…”

“Fuck bro…bit of a fuckin mess”, Jake shot William a knowing smirk, and continued to shake his head.

“I still don’t feel that bad for you…” Jake chuckled and gave him a couple of pats on William’s shoulder. “So, let me guess…was it Y/N who you had over at the time?”

“Fuck…is it that obvious?” William asked, lowering his head slightly.

“No, it’s not that…I heard rumours about you awhile ago…that you two were sort of involved on and off again but because of schedules or whatever, it didn’t work out. I kind of wondered when she came by last week whether you two would get to talking…you seemed pretty happy to see each other”

“Yeah, some not so great things happened before - it was really just me who sort of treated her like shit in the end. I kind of just lost her number, pretended I never knew her - and well, just stopped talking to her altogether. Then a couple of years later, I did something really fucking dumb and I basically hurt her all over again.”

“So….did she freak on you about the women looking for what - a threesome?”

“Nah - she just looked….I dunno - she just asked if I was ok. I think she tried to look like it didn’t bother her or look like she was disappointed but she just wasn’t the same after those girls left.”

William proceeds to explain the rest of the evening, and the fact his family is staying at your place over Christmas.

“So what’s the deal then…you looking for advice or what?”, Jake asked. William cracked a smile. “Sure - I guess, if you’ve got some.”

“Well, maybe start by breaking the ice…it’s her birthday today, maybe you could…wish her a Happy Birthday?” Jake said, rather sardonically. He enjoyed ribbing William at times.

“Well, yeah….of course, I had planned to…”.

“Yet, you haven’t…c’mon man…maybe just ask her how she’s doing…she just lost someone that meant a lot to her. Be there for her if she needs someone to turn to. It’ll take less than two minutes.”

William nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“Don’t even think about it - it’s simple….” Jake said as he stood up from the chair, giving William a couple more firm pats on the back. “If you care about her, let her know; even if she thinks you are a total fuckin’ sleaze, this might help change her mind a little. I don’t think I need to tell you that she’s worth a little bit of effort at least”.

Yeah. She is he agrees silently.

William takes a deep breath and his thumbs begin to tap away on the screen.

Hey Y/N, Happy Birthday…hope you had a great day. Hugs from me and the boys. Hope you are doing ok.

William smiles as he sends the next message.

So….where are you? 😉

During the months after you first met, you and William (loosely) stayed in touch, mainly with random texts asking where the other was in the world. The response would be a photo of your surroundings when you opened the message. Bathroom, bedroom, rooftop or beach…it didn’t matter, a photo without any context would appear once the question was asked. As time went on, and the more you and William had become more attracted to one another, the racier the photos would often become.

William knew the time difference was roughly the same in the UK as it was in Sweden, and he calculated it to be roughly 2:30 am. He wasn’t going to hold his breath for a response, and he slipped his phone into his pocket and rejoined his guest and the rest of the group as dinner wound down and dessert was being served.

Eventually, his phone vibrated once, and then once more. He grabbed his phone and quickly opened his text notifications to see you had responded.

“Thank you for thinking of me - I really appreciate it….hope the trip is going well so far”

William’s phone vibrates again.

A short video showing an elegant indoor swimming pool appears. William can see your reflection in the wall of windows as you sit by the pool's edge while recording the video. William continuously replays it; his eyes are firmly fixed on your slender figure as he studies your profile, wishing he was there waiting for you in the pool to give you your own private birthday celebration. If he was there, bathing suits would not be necessary; he would have had you pressed up against the pool wall by now, your legs wrapped around his midriff as his muscular abdomen pressed against your core.

“At my place in London now" “Earlier, I was here…”

An image of a glass igloo appears, dimly lit with soft neon lights situated on a slightly snow covered rooftop terrace. A few more images from the same rooftop were received, which all boasted incredible views of the frosted London skyline at night. William was more interested in perusing the faces of those in attendance; he swears he recognizes some of them as cast members of Game of Thrones.

“If you ever come to London, this place is a must. Look up Wagtail. It’s even on King William Street…”

William smiles and chuckles as he rereads your message a few more times.

His smile quickly disappears when he watches the pool video again. He begins to wonder if you are by yourself - going for a swim at 2:30 am - after celebrating your birthday. William knows that he certainly would not be flying solo under those same circumstances.

William zooms back in on the rooftop photos.

He texts back:

“Are some of your friends from Game of Thrones - like seriously???”

It's not long before you respond again.

“Ha - yeah, a few of them. They’re ready to disown me though…I still haven't seen the show…never got past Season One. Just never had time”

William can't help grinning. If he can get away with ribbing you, he will.

“Wow…that is a bad friend (jk). I'll come over sometime if you want - I've seen it but wouldn't mind watching it again in your theatre room 😉”

William stalls typing in the question he wants to know the most.

Just ask her and get it over with.

“So is your party moving to the pool now?”

William grips his phone and his jaw unconsciously tenses as the three dots flicker and fade while you type your response.

“Nope. Party's over…I'm just winding down before I head to bed. I'm so old and boring, eh? Don’t answer that."

William feels like he's dodged a missile.

“You’re definitely neither of those”

Although it was so subtle, William hoped that you could sense the affection and desire those words carried for you.

A bubble indicating a voice text from you appears. “Just wanted to say thank you for the birthday wishes and I hope your trip is going well. I think we’d better chat about your family arriving next week. I’m leaving soon for New York and then home. I’ll let you know when I’m back. Safe travels and good games, William…goodnight.”

William acknowledges your message with a heart. He can't help but to feel relieved with how open you seemed to be with talking to him.

“Fuck sakes Willy - you’ve been on your phone all night…jesus - put it away already.” Morgan elbows William in the arm. “Here’s a glass of wine…hang out - relax.”

William accepts Morgan’s offer and sits down with Morgan and a few other Dad’s, including Andy Rielly.

With Morgan being the longest tenured Leaf, Andy’s gotten to know some of the players quite well over the years, along with their fathers and other family members.

Andy strikes up a conversation with William, asking him how his family is and how proud they must have been to see him play in Stockholm. Andy asked about the dogs, if William likes living in Yorkville, and they discuss how much the city has changed since he and Morgan first started playing for the Leafs. They discuss Christmas and Andy laughs at William’s nonchalant response when he asks him if he’s started shopping for gifts for his family; not yet but he’ll get to it was William’s answer.

Andy arrived at the question of whether the Nylanders would be travelling to Toronto over Christmas. William didn't plan to divulge too much information about his holiday arrangements but he always found Andy so engaging and easy to talk to, William ended up mentioning the plan to stay at your house.

“That really sounds wonderful; what an awesome opportunity to relax and enjoy a couple of days off surrounded by your family. Your Dad's quite the chef, is he not? I expect you'll be eating well whenever Michael's manning the kitchen.”

William laughs. “Oh yeah, for sure - that's him. He's a great cook. But I think Y/N arranged for an actual chef for a couple of days so Dad can just hang out with us. Y/N's got some pretty cool stuff to do in her house so I'm looking forward to some downtime…practicing my drive with the golf simulator will be my first stop…that kinda thing.”

“Tessa was telling Shirley and I before of how entertaining her place was from all the gal get-togethers Y/N’s had. Pretty nice setup.”

“Yeah, I haven't been there for a long time…looking forward to seeing what she's added over the years.” William’s eyes shift downward as he ponders what to say next.

Andy pauses for a moment. He feels like he's hit on something uncomfortable for William, so a change of subject might be in order.

As if on cue, Brian Matthews approaches the group of men and sits in a chair between William and Andy. Brian makes similar small talk with William citing a few funny anecdotes from when Auston and William first started playing together.

Music begins to softly stream from a nearby phone, surrounded by Joe Woll, Matthew Knies and their fathers. Andy recognized the song almost immediately, having watched the same video earlier that night in the hotel lobby. It was a sorrowful ballad that you had written and performed as a duet at Shane’s funeral. Excerpts from the funeral which had been streamed live had begun to make their way onto all the social platforms. Your name had been trending rapidly after a transcendent performance headlined in the media as “a stunning tribute”, “a song of perfection” and "hauntingly beautiful”.

“Hey Joe, that's Y/N singing, right? From the funeral?” Andy asked.

“Yeah - it is - what a beautiful song. It's amazing.” Joe, himself a mostly self-taught pianist, found himself completely transfixed by listening to your composition.

William approaches the small huddle and stands behind Matthew to get a better view of the screen. His cheeks flush with warmth at the sight of you as you stand at the altar, in a grand old church in Ireland, playing that steel-plated guitar and singing with a pitch-perfect voice that sounded powerful and soft at the same time.

William thought if he could walk out of the restaurant, hop on a plane and come to see you in London, with no consequence or recourse to his team or his career, he would have already been on his way.

He studies your face as you sing, your eyes closed and brows furrowed with a glint of a tear threatening to escape and roll down your cheek. Amazingly, you kept your composure as the hundreds in attendance chimed in to sing the chorus. It was a moment of pure magic and heartbreak at the same time.

So I'll drink today, love

I'll sing to you, love

In pauper's glory, my time I'll bide

No home, no ties, love

A restless rover

If I can't have you by my side

Desperation is not William’s style, but the deep yearning he’s been harbouring for you now is completely uncaged and is running wild within him; he now understands how desperately he wants you.

As the fun-filled evening winds down, the group (after being fed so well and for some, a few too many drinks and feeling no pain), return to the hotel and retire to their respective hotel rooms.

Back in his room, William finishes brushing his teeth and slides between the sheets of the queen-size bed. He quickly loosens the tightly tucked-in hospital corners of the blankets so he feels less like he’s in a cocoon. He swipes his phone open and taps one of the social platforms; it does not take long to locate exactly what he is looking for.

William watches one clip after another as several international media outlets posted content from the live stream. It felt a little surreal; a little dream-like for him to watch you like this again - like you are a renewed part of his life again. You’re all he can think of now and William felt hopeful that you might still be within reach based on, at the very least, the friendly tone of your responses tonight.

William indulges in a few more photos of you but knows if he continues along this path, his arousal will get the better of him - he’s just simply too tired for that tonight.

William opens the last text exchange with you. He types “Good Morning” and taps send. He thinks if he can't be there in person, maybe he can still be your first thought when you wake up.

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misshoneyimhome · 7 months

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「MASTERLIST」

⚡️ smut/mature content // 🌶️ smut/explicit content I 🖋️ Requested I 🍷 Personal faves I 🎄Holiday season I 🌺 fluff/romantic I 🔥 Angst/drama

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ANDREI SVECHNIKOV

Say My Name, Say My Name I Andrei Svechnikov 🖋️⚡️🌺

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AUSTON MATTHEWS

Cause I'm not ready | Auston Matthews

It’s no fun to score without a goalie | Auston Matthews⚡️

Never gonna give you up | Auston Matthews

Too lost in you I Auston Matthews

I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way | Auston Matthews (& William Nylander) 🖋️

“Never felt like this before, are we friends or are we more?” I Auston Matthews 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣🍷

“Don't Blame Me - Your Love Made Me Crazy” I Auston Matthews 🖋️⚡️🔥🍷

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FREDERIK ANDERSEN

Let it go | Frederik Andersen⚡️

Push the Button | Frederik Andersen

Cooking with Frederik Andersen

The three times Frederik Andersen proposed 🍷

Lover - Frederik Andersen 🎶

I know you will still love me the same I Frederik Andersen 🎶

What I go to School For I AU Frederik Andersen Imagine⚡️

I’m gonna fuck love the Hell out of you I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️

“Because I know you” I Frederik Andersen 🌺 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

“Shhh… I’m here” I Frederik Andersen 🌺2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

“Can you help me with my tie?” I Freddie Andersen 🖋️⚡️🌺

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JACK HUGHES

Has he taken any time, to show you what you need to live? I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️

“Wait… you like me?” I Jack Hughes 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

“Can you help me with my tie?” I Jack Hughes 🖋️

lazy morning sex I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️

Say My Name, Say My Name I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️🔥

The First Time | Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️🌺

Being stopped when sneaking out after a one-night-stand I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️

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JOHN TAVARES

One for the Captain I John Tavares 🖋️⚡️🌺

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JOSEPH WOLL

The First Time | Jospeh Woll 🖋️⚡️🌺

Dress - “I don’t want you like a best friend” I Joseph Woll🖋️🌺⚡️

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KEVIN FIALA

Home is with you I Kevin Fiala ⚡️🖋️

We spent the late nights making things right between us I Kevin Fiala 🖋️

“I like waking up with you” I Kevin Fiala (🌺) 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

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LUKE HUGHES

Practice makes perfect I Luke Hughes 🖋️⚡️

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MATTHEW KNEIS

With a Honey in The Middle I Matthew Knies & Joseph Woll 🖋️⚡️🌶️

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part one 🔥🌺⚡️

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part two 🔥🌺⚡️

Howdy Roommie I Matthew Knies 🖋️⚡️🌺

Playing without me? I Matthew Knies 🖋️⚡️

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NICO HISCHIER

"We were on a break" I Nico Hischier 🔥 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

“I like waking up with you” I Nico Hischier (🌺) 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

A Little Bit of Luck I Nico Hischier 🌺🍷

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QUINN HUGHES

Say My Name, Say My Name I Quinn Hughes 🖋️🌺

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SETH JARVIS

With a Bit of Luck I Seth Jarvis 🖋️🌺

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SIMON BENOIT

A night with Simon Benoit 🖋️⚡️

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WILLIAM NYLANDER

「WILLIAM NYLANDER」

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[SERIES]

「Intern x Willy」 ; [Counting Stars]

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」 ; [Heaven]

「Dad!Willy x reader」

「Prof!Willy x reader」

・✶ ｡ﾟ

[COLLECTIONS]

「KINKTOBER 2023」

「A HOLIDAY COLLECTION」

「2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION」

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[OTHERS]

AU Instagram I Frederik Andersen - Christmas in Denmark🎄

AU Instagram I William Nylander - summer in Sweden☀️

AU Instagram I Auston Matthews - autumn 🍁

AU instagram | William Nylander [AUTUMN + dog walks]🍁

AU instagram | William Nylander [Christmas Baking] 🎄

#masterlist #nhl masterlist #blog navigation #nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic

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tapedsleeves · 2 months

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get rec'd better a day late than never

idk guys.... yesterday didn't exist to me. sorry

breaking even by @spangledleatherponcho (iceguy on ao3)

brady tkachuk / tim stutzle, M, 22460

Brady loses his memory. Tim tries to fix a mistake he made. the way this one plays with memory and POV!!! What Brady knows and when he knows it and what Tim assumes he knows.... good. it scratches the same itch as an identity porn fic for me. It's soooo good. Also, I love Tim's motivations in this!

what will survive of us by @ferritin4

nicklas backstrom / alexander ovechkin, E, 26093

Nicklas and Alex have a soulbond. this fic is SUCH a comfort read for me. I am not normal about it at all. the ways in which the outward behavior/perception of each of nicke and ovi is an inverse mirror of how their soulbond works is just. *chefs kiss*

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine @leafsmealone

mitch marner / john tavares, M, 32716

Someone puts a lust spell on Mitch, John helps to try to break it. I love the characterizations in this fic!! Mitch's POV is just so fun to watch, even when he's reading things *so wrong*

The MoJoe Show (On The Road) Season 2 by pushingtothedge on ao3

joe veleno / moritz seider, E, 42822

It's the MoJoe show season 2, and Joe is trying not to be jealous, trying not to be anxious, trying to get over his crush on Mo. this fic was an UNMITIGATED delight. I loved Joe's POV this whole time, he was SO delightfully nervous, so wonderfully into Mo, so relatably jealous.... this fic was just. So so so good. The perfect balance between angst and fluff for my taste.

#get rec'd #hrpf #hrpf rec's

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lennysfridge · 6 months

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no like 3 parts maybe

alrighty!

here’s part one

there’s no angst in part one🤸🏼‍♀️

1 week post op, and bear was feeling pretty great. So much so, that she eagerly begged aryne to go to the game, promising to keep herself safely tucked away in the suite. At her mom’s acceptance, she cheered, until she remembered the real test- matty. her matty loved her, that she knew that much. but he had taken the bed rest thing a little too seriously, and she was desperate for some socialization.

“matty, please?” bear begged, looking at her boyfriend from her place on his bed, puppy dog eyes in full effect. matthew ignored her, knowing if he even so much as spared her a glance he was screwed. “matthew knies!” she projected her voice, hoping the boy would give in soon.

“yes barrett tavares?” he questioned, knowing full well what she was about to ask. “hey- don’t do that,” she quickly replied, before launching her main question, “will you be okay if i come to the game? you and i both know i won’t let out stop me, but i need to know it won’t bother you on the ice.” she questioned, trying to get her though process across.

“bear, baby- i love you. you know the thought of you accidentally making your injury worse scares the shit out of me. but i know you’ve been wanting a change of scenery. if you promise to stay in the suite, it shouldn’t worry me too bad.” matthew replies, taking on a slightly serious, slightly teasing tone.

instantly, a smile lights up bear’s face, as she excitedly responds, “i promise matty!”

and the second the words fall from her lips, she shoots up, “i gotta go plan my outfit with mom!” and takes off to find aryne.

a few hours later

aryne, bear, the boys, and bug are all getting ready to head out of the house. john and matty had left a while ago, making sure to get to the rink with plenty of time to spare.

“bear, do you need help?” aryne calls out, as her oldest was lagging behind a bit, and she figured it must be due to her unavailable limb. “im coming mom!” bear calls back, quickly grabbing her new meds off of her dresser, and quickly swallowing them and shutting her bedroom door, not bothering to read the warnings, as she figured aryne or john would’ve said something. if only…

when the family got to the stadium, aryne came around to the passenger side, opening the door for bear. “mom i got it,” bear insisted, before being cut off, “barrett, let us help. i know it’s annoying to have us in your space, but we just want to help,” aryne says firmly, causing bear to give in. “okay, okay- jace, do you think you can carry sissy’s water?” she questions towards her brother, hoping he’d be able to lessen the amount of things she had to carry with her one good arm. “yes sissy!” jace eagerly responds, walking in front of his sister, reaching his arms towards her water bottle. “thank you,” bear lovingly replies, leaning down to the best of her abilities to place a kiss on the boy’s head.

“alright family, lets head up to suite now and get settled,” aryne addresses three of the four other people, bug fast asleep in the baby carrier. and with that, the family made their way inside.

once the family made it to the suite, there was suddenly a knock on the door. aryne got up and opened it, being faced with a smiling kniesy, as well as john. “this one said it probably wouldn’t be smart for bear to be around so many moving people, and i kinda had to agree.” at his statement, bear made a face, op wing her mouth to reply, before being cut off by her father saying, “yes bear, we’ll go visit the team afterwards. the crowds are what bother me.” and at his response, bear closed her mouth, nodding her head in compliance. “now i think it’s time for my favorite thing,” kniesy suddenly says, an expectant tone in his voice. reading his tone, bear got up, a grin creeping on to her face, letting everyone in the room know she understood what he meant. when she was chest to chest with matthew, she quickly leaned up and gave the taller boy a few pecks on his jaw, followed by a chaste kiss. “for good luck!” they say almost in unison, shy smiles on their faces. the couple thought they got a few moments of peace, before axton (right? that’s his name?) exclaimed “eww sissy,” causing the whole family to burst into giggles.

after a few more minutes of soaking up family time, matty and john both glanced towards each other, silently agreeing they needed to go. “we’ve gotta head out,” and at john’s words, both boys dived towards a pair of legs screaming, “good luck dad/matty!,” respectively.

this is so cute

over protective matty>>

#🫂anon #barrett x knies

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slafkovskys · 3 months

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ooooh i kinda love her being the tavares babysitter

you get protective john- but also maybe jealous woll because she gets along so well with knies-

and if she was friends with him outright i feel like that boundary would be clear, but making her a babysitter leaves room for a little jealous angst

-🎪

you and your angst 🙄

#asks #🎪 anon

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princesstillyenna · 2 years

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Is there/will there be an origin story for the og qhl chat?

I mean, no... there isn't. I have no PLANS to write it.

But here's how it VAGUELY happened.

The flyers.

The end

No, ok, so in the EARLY DAYS it was Carts and Richie and Danny on the flyers as team queer. Right? And they were all buddies with each other, and then Claude showed up and just broke Danny's brain, and the three of them had a lil GC to chat about Claude being a thirsty lil bitch. For reference this is the 08/09 NHL season. Danny also adds in the only other queer guy he knows in the NHL who he knows from 02/03 and 03/04 Worlds team - Bobby Lu.

Bobby adds in Paul Kariya (who he played on the olympics team with), who adds HIS partner Teemu Selänne.

And they all spend a year or so laughing at Danny.

Who then eventually adds in Claude when they start dating for real.

And for a while, that is the QHL chat.

For the next few years nothing of note happens. Then we get to the 13/14 season and Bobby gets his OWN thirsty rookie. It's worth noting that bobby resists the thirsty rookie far FAR less than Danny ever did and Eddie is far quicker at getting into the chat than Claude was.

ALSO that's an olympic season... AND there are a FEW HEART TO HEARTS HAD AT THE OLYMPICS. Because Olympics are like that but also... Cartsy is overheard bullying Lu about his thirsty rookie... and a rather young looking John Tavares sidles over and nervously asks if anyone has any advice for how to deal with a really cute rookie who is thirsting all over you and giving you mixed signals but you don't really know what to do about it...

They also side eye crosby for a VERY LONG TIME. Because EVERYONE'S GAYDAR IS PINGING but also, it's a very flyers heavy chat... and they're not sure what to do about it.

And then they're talking more about thirsty rookies... and Sid appears and quietly asks what you should do about a thirsty rookie who is like 100% an infant and also thinks you're a god.... and they're like WE DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A PEN YOU ARE CLEARLY ONE OF US

And Cartsy adopts Tazer as his tiny gay angry rookie. Because he thinks he's adorable for pining over an american. He thinks that's the funniest shit in the world and has much mocking potential. He's not wrong. It does.

So JT and JT and Sid get added to the chat and there is MUCH angsting over tiny rookies and Americans.

THEN Danny goes to the Avs, and he adds Tyson Barrie. And Tyson Barrie ONLY.

Tyson adds EJ. Sid stops talking about Nate at ALL.

The boys still tease Sid about nate, but for some reason Tys and EJ think they are teasing him because of Nate's GIGANTIC CRUSH ON HIM so they join in the teasing.

THEN TAZER DOES SOMETHING ABOUT FANCYING KANER. And Kaner gets added to the chat, and he's like "Oh, I feel outnumbered, there are a lot of canadians, is this a chat for gay canadians and if so where is Segs?" and so he adds in Segs. Because they used to play together. Facts.

And then Kaner doesn’t like being the only American and so he’s like, well, while Tazer was being adopted as Cartsys gay rookie, I got adopted by an american gay vet... so... like, I get to add him in right? And he adds in Paul Martin, who in turn adds in James Neal and then Sid is like I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY GAY IN THE VILLAGE... pens... and has a little meltdown. And is more comfortable with being open about stuff and also with talking to Nate...

And then Nate gets with Sid and Nate gets added in and I think that brings us roughly up to date?????

#gcu #group chat shit #bonus points for anyone who spots the two hookups/casual relationships that have not previously been mentioned in the gc

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ao3feed-hockey · 2 years

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And they were roommates (Oh my god, they were roommates)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ris4ze2

by tetramino

"Omg yaaaa this is Mitch come over right now!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 Address 1634 20th st! Blue and white house its the cutest house on the block lol 😜🤗," the text reads.

Okay. So clearly this Mitch doesn’t use any punctuation other than exclamation points. And emojis. Based on this, Auston is ready to accept the possibility that Mitch may actually be a dog that has been gifted the power of human speech and opposable thumbs.

And that’s when Auston spots a blue and white house across the street, nestled between 2 gray ones. “The prettiest house on the block.” And honestly? It really is the prettiest house on the block. There’s a skinny guy standing by the front door with a huge grin on his face, jumping up and down and waving so spastically he looks like a spaghetti strand that's being electrocuted. “AUSTON!!! Are you AUSTON?? BUNTS SAID YOU’D HAVE A MUSTACHE!!!” The skinny guy is yelling. There are people on the street looking at Auston now. Auston suddenly feels more aware of his mustache than he ever has.

Okay, so that’s Mitch? Oh God.

Words: 2965, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mitch Marner, Zeus | Mitch Marner's Dog, Auston Matthews, Connor McDavid, Michael Bunting, Patrick Marleau, John Tavares, Dylan Strome, William Nylander, Original Characters

Relationships: Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner/Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome

Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Auston Matthews is a Neurotic Nerd, Mitch is well...Mitch, Stoner Michael Bunting is so valid tbh, Mentions of Marijuana Usage, Inspired by Yours Truly's Harrowing Experiences with the San Francisco Housing Market, Yes the title is inspired by that iconic vine, Yes I use a lot of parenthetical notes (derogatory)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ris4ze2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

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tysonbaerrie · 3 years

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since it's valentine's day: top 5 romantic fanfics - the mushier the better

I’m not really a fluff reader - I love my angst with a happy ending - but here’s some cute ones I’ve read recently!

1) Charisma Check by trademarkgiggle (Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews)

2) 3 Ways to Know if You’re a Third Wheel - wikiHow by @girouxes (Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux)

3) clean-cut by notthequiettype (Carter Hart/Kevin Hayes)

4) Just A Spark by heartstrings (Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews)

5) that center called love by rusesdeguerre (Mitch Marner/John Tavares)

put “top 5” anything in my ask

#Anonymous

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hockeybabe · 1 year

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Baby On Board||𝘑.𝘛𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴

*Gif not mine*

Not edited

Pairings: John Tavares x wife!reader

Summary: When wanting a baby for so long, you’re scared for how John will feel when he gets something he isn’t exactly ready for.

Word Count: 760

Warnings: swearing, fluff, babies, angst with a happy ending

Requested: no

Note: I actually like this one, kinda rushed ending though.

Me and John have been married for a little over three years and on the second year of our marriage we tried having a baby, but nothing. I cried for weeks when I thought I was pregnant but wasn’t.

Even worse John wasn’t around to give me comfort. It put a stop In our love, it got to the point where I know sleep in the guest bed room. That was until one drunken night, where the two lovers made actual love since the beginning of their marriage.

And that brings me here, sitting on the guest bed waiting for five minute for the one test that could change our lives forever. A million thoughts running through my head.

Would John be happy?

Would it end your marriage?

Would John even have the time of day?

The alarm goes off on my phone signalling that the five minute are over. Cracking my knuckles, I walk into the guest bathroom. A sudden nervousness and anxiety take over my entire body.

Turning the test over I clamp my eyes shut, my hands are shaking and I can feel the tears taking over. Slowly I open my eyes and look down.

Positive. Six weeks.

My heart aches thinking of how I’m supposed to tell John, he so busy on the road and constantly being in different parts of the world. The thought of having to raise a baby now seems so wrong.

“Babe I’m home!” I hear John shout from downstairs, I can feel my heart racing. “I’m upstairs!” I yell back to him, hearing him run up the stairs. “Hi Johnny.” I smile, tucking the test in my sleeve.

“You know how I feel about that nickname.” He grumbles. “Come on you love it.” I tease him. it’s almost the thought of the baby isn’t around. Just us. “So where’s the next game?” I ask playing with the sleeve that the test is in.

“Vegas.” He says quietly, looking down at the ground. I sigh feeling my eyes water. “John I think we should talk.” I say looking up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Don’t say that, no. Those words end everything.” He says walking closer to me. “Just take a seat John.” I plea. He nods sitting at the corner of the bed. I follow, taking a seat beside him.

“John I know we’ve talked about this for sometime and it never worked out, but just listen to me please.” I solemnly say. “Babe you scaring me. What’s wrong?” He grabs my wrists, specifically the spot of the test. John looks at me confused before rolling up the sleeve to pull out the test.

“John-“

“Stop.” He says sternly, “is this-is this real?” He asks with shaky hands. I nod not being able to face him. I hear John sigh, “Y/N look at me.” When I refuse he puts his hands on both sides of my face, tilting up so he can see the falling tears.

“John- I’m- I’m sorry. I-I know you don’t wan-want this.” I tell him hyperventilating. “Y/N, breath baby, breath.” He picks me up and places me on his lap so I’m straddling him with my head ready on his should while he rubs my back.

“Fuck baby, don’t say that. I want this, we both want this. It’s something we’ve both wanted for so fucking long.” He whispers into my ear. “You know this means we can dress him in baby jerseys.”

I laugh lifting my head up. “Or her.” I say with my nose pointed upward. “Or her.” He repeats bopping my nose. “So this is good, we’re gonna do this?” I question with a stern face. “Yes, we’re doing this.” He smiles.

“But what about the road trips?” I ask furrowing my brows. “Baby, you’re pregnant. There is no way in hell that I’m letting you out of my sight. Which means you and I and this future skater will be coming with me everywhere.” John says softly, rubbing over my non-existent bump.

I kiss him, after that he deserves it. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so fucking much. But just so we’re clear, your gonna start sleeping in our bed.” He hugs me tight. “Also mo socials, not till their born.”

“Agreed.” I will not have our baby be all over the internet till they’re at least born.

“Do I have to get a baby on board sticker.” He asks cutely. “Whatever you want.” I tell him.

“Not anymore. If anything it’ll be that troublemaker that makes the decision.”

#john tavares imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey players #hockey imagine #toronto #toronto maple leafs #Toronto maple leafs imagine #leafsnation #go leafs go #john Tavares blurb #John Tavares angst #john Tavares #baby #angst #imagine

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kaescapos · 3 years

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WE THE NORTH: intro

Name: kae regina george Age: thirty-one Timezone: atlantic Pronouns: she/her

Favourite Faces: manny montana, tom hiddleston, sean teale, jennifer aniston, colin farrell, daveed diggs, jensen ackles + the ones i get ruined by on a daily basis Favourite Plots: angst, family, brotps, enemies to lovers, slow burns, power couple, opposites attract, boys in agnst love Favourite French word: ah bein, j’ai mon voyage! Favourite Province/Territory: British Columbia End with a gif for the aesthetic:

Bonus: favourite hockey player? Darcy Tucker, Curtis Joseph, Matts Sundin. Don’t @ me I’m old. (special mention john tavares)

#wtnrp #site buzz #jcink rp #introduction

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matsbarzal · 6 years

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Stay - Mat Barzal

Notes: the request asked for some angst with a lil happiness at the end so voila!! hope you guys enjoy! I'm slowly and steadily getting through what I wanted to get through (aka its easter weekend and I have no life!!) also a warning before you read this, I do not whatsoever condone cheating! its all completely fake so please don’t take it as anything else.

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Mitch Marner or Noah Hanifin

You could really only count on one hand how many times you had met the Islanders forward. Each time either being at a family function, or whatever dinner that Jacob invited you too, that Mat just so happened to also be going to. You couldn’t deny that there was an obvious attraction between the two of you, and it was incredibly hard to resist the subtle advances he was trying to throw at you while you stood beside his cousin, arms looped together with your boyfriend.

You knew it was terrible, silently lusting after your boyfriend’s cousin, but you couldn’t help it, especially right now. Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight a few weeks prior, to the point that you kicked him out of your shared apartment for the week, citing that you needed space and him staying there wasn’t going to help. The both of you reconciled, with you agreeing to come to his Grandmother’s for Easter dinner, a sentiment to how much his family loved you.

“So, (Y/N), our little Jakey over here was telling us you’re going to New York for a week next month, are you excited?” Looking up at the mention of your name, you politely nodded your head at Jake’s uncle.

“Yeah, it’s work-oriented so it’s not like I’m going to be able to have too much fun. They want me to check out a few lots, send them information on real estate agents so they can decide what they’re going to do about their New York office.”

A voice piped up from across the table, startling you from your internal thoughts, “Where are you staying?”

Turning to the sound of the voice, you watched Mat’s eyebrow quirk questioningly, waiting for an answer.

“I uh… haven’t figured it out yet, probably just a hotel close to a few sites or something.”

“You can stay with me, I have the room and you’re basically family, not gonna make you spend five grand on a hotel for a week.”

A few people at the table looked at Mat in shock, he never offered to let anyone else in the family stay at his apartment, claiming it was ‘too small’ and that not everyone would fit. He apparently also didn’t enjoy setting up the guest room, but that’s just a second-hand rumour.

“Aw, Mathew, that’s so sweet of you.” Their grandma gushed at his words, affectionately grinning at her superstar grandson.

“I don’t wanna impose and mess up your mumbo-jumbo, Mat, its okay.”

“No, no, I insist. I’ll rarely even be there.”

“This is obviously the kitchen, it’s free to use whenever you want, but I can’t promise that there’s any food or spices or anything. I don’t really eat at home that much.” Mat began walking you through the house, pointing out the rooms you were most likely to use and the cabinets that had anything you needed in them.

“My rooms right here, laundry rooms beside it, and the guest rooms just across the hall from both. The thermostats right there, I don’t turn it on unless it’s super cold, or hot as fuck, but if you wanna turn it on, be my guest.”

Walking behind the Islanders forward, you listened to every word he said, occasionally allowing your gaze to move to a specific part of him. His biceps, face, and your gaze was also drawn to his butt, an easy feat when you were walking right behind him.

“There’s a likely chance I won’t be here that much during the day, we usually have an early morning practice and then one of the boys and I will go out and get food, but I’ll let you know if I do just in case you’re hungry and want me to bring you something to eat.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at the man in front of you, “It’s okay, really. I probably won’t be here much anyways, and you’re already going above and beyond for me, no need to go any further.”

“Nah, if I didn’t wanna go above and beyond for you I wouldn’t. Don’t stress about it, but I do have a favour to ask in return.” Turning to you, he gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen, a bright flyer lying on top of the glass table.

“So, there’s this… team party, I guess you could call it. The guys don’t know you’re staying with me, nor do they know who you are… and I need a date. How do you feel about it? No one has to know you’re Jake’s girl, and I won’t tell Jake about it. I just don’t want the guys harping on my ass all night about how I never bring a date.”

Laughing at his words, you cut him off with a nod, “I’m down. Is it casual or formal?”

“Formal, you’ll most likely need a dress. I’ll pay for it if you don’t have one with you.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day, Mr. Barzal. I was supposed to meet up with a business partner for dinner tomorrow, so I just so happen to have a very classy dress in my bag.” You gestured to your luggage that was still lying by the front door, a wicked grin on your lips.

“Perfect, (Y/N).”

Spending the first three days in awkward silence whenever the two of you came near one another was not how you expected this trip to go. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to expect when you accepted Mat’s offer to stay at his apartment during your time in New York, but it definitely wasn’t the complete avoidance and awkward silence of one another.

On the inside, you knew it all stemmed from the attraction you both felt for each other, not wanting to overstep either persons boundaries, in the hopes that whatever feeling would go away. But, unsurprisingly, it didn’t.

“Do you want me to uh… make dinner tonight? I don’t have any meetings with agents or partners, and I know you don’t have a game?”

Mat turned to you in shock, not expecting the words that came out of your mouth, really, not expecting you to talk at all. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but you’re doing so much for me and I really haven’t done anything for you to make up for mooching off of you for a week.”

“Nah, you’re not Jake, you don’t mooch. You’re grateful about it, unlike that jackass.”

Raising an eyebrow at his words, he stood his ground, continuing to go on about why your boyfriend was a jackass, and why he was such a dick.

“Really, I don’t get why you’re dating him. Have you seen how the man dresses? He acts like he’s 45, not 21. It’s weird.”

Laughing, you tried to shake your head in denial at his words, but you couldn’t, knowing that there was no falseness to his rant. Jake really did dress like a 45 year old, which you usually didn’t care about because it truly wasn’t a big deal, but when Mat brought it up, it felt like it was.

“He’s a cool guy, I’ve known him for like… ever. It was kind of just expected that we’d get together, ya know?”

Reluctantly, the man in front of you nodded his head, choosing to change the topic of conversation after that. “So dinner?”

Dinner was a success; a line of conversation was easily picked up between the two of you as you chomped away at the veal parmigiana, Mat eagerly praising your cooking skills after every bite.

“I don’t mean to sound weird, but this feels and tastes like a fucking orgasm in my mouth.”

A small blush tinged your cheeks at his words, as you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together at the idea of an orgasm. You and Jake had been lacking in the sex department recently, with your relationship on the rocks and the fact that he was always ‘too tired’ to do anything. It didn’t help that the small noises coming out of Mat’ mouth every time he took a bite were slowly helping to turn you on.

When both of your plates were cleared, and the dishes washed, you were about to tell him that you were most likely going to bed until he interrupted your train of thought, “Did you wanna watch a movie with me? I’m not tired, and it’ll feel weird just watching a movie in the living room by myself.”

Contemplating his proposition, you nodded your head after a second, “Sure. I just have to do something real quick, and then I’ll meet you in the living room?”

Nodding his head in agreement, you walked towards the guest room with the intention of changing out of your current clothes and into more comfier, hopefully fluffier ones.

You shuffled through your clothes, pulling out a pair of fluffy pajamas and a long sleeve top. After pulling your shirt off your body, and unclipping your bra, the bedroom door slammed open to reveal a now-shocked looking Mat Barzal. You quickly covered your chest, the heat of your skin getting worse and worse with every passing second of silence.

Something was off about him. You couldn’t tell if it was the way he was now looking at you, or if it was the way he was slowly edging closer… and closer… and closer to you, until he was standing directly in front of you. You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face as you both stared at each other. Half a beat later and his lips were against yours, slowly moving, encouraging you to kiss him back. Your lips easily moved in sync, just as your brain started to rationalize what was going on, and when it did, you quickly pushed him away from you, a look of terror crossing your face.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

The tension between you two could be cut with a knife. It was obvious to anyone who was truly paying attention, both of you sitting a distance away from one another, barely any words spoken, and it was obvious by the lack of matching tie and dress, there was a bit of a miscommunication between the two.

“Where’d you two meet?” Looking towards the voice, you made eye contact with John Tavares, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Mutual friends.”

“At a party.”

Both statements were said at the same time, all the other people who were at the table looking at the two of you weirdly.

“We were introduced at a party by mutual friends.” You easily corrected the lies told by one another, most of the people there still not entirely believing you, but they left it alone, joining in on other conversations surrounding them.

You didn’t notice Mat’s hand move until it was placed on the inside of your knee, where it gently began to rub up and down, the friction bringing a shiver to your body. You chose not to question it, instead joining in on the conversation that John’s girlfriend was having with one of the other girls. When he realized you were ignoring him, Mat moved his hand up your thigh a little bit more, edging to the spot that you knew was getting wetter and wetter with every movement.

You quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him up alongside you and asking to be excused for a moment. You pulled him along to the lobby of the banquet center you were currently at, internally glaring at the man behind you.

When you were away from any nosy ears and eyes, you turned to the Rangers forward, “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe you casually sliding your hand up my god damn thigh?”

Smirking at you, Mat once again moved himself into your personal space, “Why does it matter? It’s not like it affects you or anything.”

“Maybe it does affect me, you jackass.”

“How so?” Bending down to whisper in your ear, Mat began, “Is it affecting you because you want me to fuck you? Maybe it’s because little Jakey is just that, little and boring? Or is it because you want me to do so many things to you, you can’t put them into words without having to spray yourself with holy water after? I know you know what I’m talking about, (Y/N). Don’t act like I’m an idiot.”

Pressing you against the wall, he gently nosed again your neck, pressing tiny kisses against the exposed skin as he let his words go down through your body. “Jesus, Mat.”

Before he could react, you were pressing your lips against his which he eagerly responded to. He shoved you harder against the wall, wedging a leg between your thighs which allowed you to grind down, small whimpers leaving your mouth at every grind.

“Let me take you home, let me show you what it means to get properly fucked, not selfishly fucked.”

You didn’t deny him, instead allowing him to drag you away and towards the car, any idea of repercussions being pushed to the back of your head.

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misshoneyimhome · 2 months

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What’s up buttercups - so, I thought I’d create a post about my upcoming projects - as well as give a big shoutout to all the amazing requests I've received! 🙌🏼🔥

[No need to worry, I've seen all your wonderful ideas in my inbox - more content is on the way…]

; You can of course also stay updated by checking out the queue on my pinned post, but this list is a bit longer 🤍

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New Look Sabres: Preseason GM 4 - TOR - The Olofsson Show

I don’t really know where to begin with this one. I guess until Rasmus Ristolainen is traded every postgame needs to start with updated angst meter. With Risto being on the roster last night my angst rating went from 7/10 on Friday all the way down to a 4/10 on this fine Bills Gameday. I guess it’s still preferred he moves before whatever toxic drama he experienced behind the scenes ruins the locker room dynamic after they lose a couple games in a row. I know the trade trash sites have heated up their production on him the last couple days, but I don’t let that excite me unless Tim Murray is GM, or its clear Terry Pegula is breathing down Jason’s neck about bonus money. So how about we talk about the other skaters? I think I put in my mandatory 4 sentences of Ristolainen. He landed a dirty hit on one of the Leafs top 4 defenseman? Oh well, you can’t beat the classics. Welcome to Toronto, Tyson Barrie. I’m not making an excuse for that hit. It was stupid, ugly and a little too on brand for Risto. I think the more interesting question is does this mean Risto is really going kamikaze to end his time as a Sabre? He wants to go down with some kind of ritual suicide landing the most trash hits possible. Again, painfully on brand for Risto but I think everyone who is going to like him after he leaves will no matter what and the people who aren’t going to lose any sleep about it aren’t losing any sleep about it. I didn’t lose any sleep about it, that was the hard cider.

Yeah, I saw Ad Astra during this game last night. That’s how I do preseason promise: just ignore the game. Don’t see this movie unless you like Art films. Other than the space monkeys the only thing that wasn’t artsy AF was Brad Pitt just wailing for his daddy the whole frigging movie over narration. Well anyway, I came how to Beer pong and a series of drinking games with my siblings. That was fun but uh… sorry about some of the tweets that I let out during this time. I don’t think it was the booze though that made me enjoy this game so much watching it back. The big names came out to play for the home crowd against a Leafs team of Michal Neuvirth, John Tavares, Mitch Marner and the funny name alliance of no-name prospects. Tavares scored a little ways into the first. It was just a net-front redirect but it was in that range of goals Carter Hutton could have stopped. Hutton joined Rasmus Asplund on Chad DeDominicis’s list of the only two Sabres who were outright bad in this game. I’d have to agree on at least three goals against in this game. Henri Jokiharju and Dylan Cozens got back to back starts playing in this game and nothing really jumped off the page for me in this go around for them. That said, all I did was watch the highlight packs with a slight headache, so I probably missed something. Grill me for what I miss in the comments.

The star of this show was really Sam Reinhart. That was obvious even in the highlights. A couple minutes after Tavares’s tally Sam Reinhart scored essentially the same goal from a rebound. That’s right, Sam Reinhart is our John Tavares! And he’s better than JT you know! Lol, whatever I guess we have to troll each other as fanbases whenever we play. How about we just both be good at the same time, so I don’t need to bring up the Sabres have won more playoff series since the lockout even though we haven’t made the playoffs in eight years! OH BURN! Suck on that one, T-Town! What did all you punks do while we were throwing the queen’s tea in the harbor? I’m sure you normies were sipping it hardily you cowards! Okay, enough of that. In the second period Victor Olofsson scored an Ovechkin goal uncovered in the office on a powerplay. The Leafs would tie it up again before the middle frame ended but I really want to dwell on this Olofsson goal for a minute. It was powerplay goal assisted by Jack Eichel and Rasmus Dahlin. In addition to those guys Jeff Skinner and Sam Reinhart were on the ice. Assuming Victor Olofsson does become a scorer like we hope can I submit a formal request to Ralph Krueger and the two new assistant coaches with him? That should be a powerplay unit all season. That group consists of all the bonified scoring talents we have, and Rasmus Dahlin can play defense for the lot of them to whatever degree you need that on a powerplay. I mean, we need that because we’re the Sabres so yeah. In fact Trevor Moore would score a short-handed goal for the Leafs in the third period but not until after… the guy scored… the only guy whose worth mentioning in summer 2016: Jimmy Vesey, JV Vasectomy… uh… I’m sorry guys I think the mean nicknames bit is going to get cut before the end of Training Camp. Kinda sorry not sorry on that one.

That shorthanded Leafs goal by the way was strike two against Hutton last night. I don’t know what you expect when the Sabres are tied with the Leafs going into the last five minutes of regulation, but I normally think W. Last season beat that out of me a little bit, but I have a new hope now. Victor Olofsson scored again but this time from a Reinhart assist from behind the net. Olofsson just kinda passed it into the net. By this point I think the Leafs had Michael Hutchinson in just to remind all the Leafs fans present that this is a preseason game and even though it’s cheaper to drive all the way from Kitchener to Buffalo than to Toronto just because of ticket prices up there doesn’t mean the blue and white actually give a shit about the middle class. Olofsson is the standard bearer this year for the hopes of eternal optimists like me. If he can score just 20-30 goals this season he will be a helpful contribution. It’s guys like that coming in and adding just a little bit that makes us that much closer to a 90-point team. If Victor Olofsson wants to turn this team into the Olofsson show I’m more than pleased to cheer it on. The Leafs were bagged and this one would end 5-3 for the home team. CJ Smith would put in an empty netter in the last minute but those last seconds ticking away beating the Leafs is drained of its joy when it’s the preseason. Oh and sorry, CJ, an empty netter isn’t going to save you from cuts. I hope to see you called up, gee, I hope you survive waivers, but dude, figure it out. There are teenage Swedes whose names sound like Star Wars characters jumping you on the depth chart now. That segways nicely into cuts.

Before the unfortunately mostly rather expected cuts I want to debut a new bit. For games I’m writing up the next day, particularly ones that life stopped me from watching, I’ll be picking a reply to one of my Sabres tweets about the game for analysis. That’s right, your reply guy moment is going to find its way into New Look Sabres this season! Please contain your excitement. Our first ever Reply Guy Analysis comes from one of my most loyal followers: Jonathan who is leaning into the millennial theme with a couple snowflakes around his name @LakeEffectXJ, says: “Was fun and entertaining. A nice reminder exactly how good Olofsson’s shot is, a surprise for many how good Miller’s shot is, and we got reintroduced to how good Reinhart is and that he should be running his own line.” Thanks Jonathan, onto the cuts. Arttu Ruotsalainen saves Rob Ray and RJ from almost certainly butchering his name and gets sent back to the good old Liiga with two I’s. Everyone else cut is going to the Rochester Americans including CJ Smith and Andrew Hammond who both need to clear waivers. Hopefully both those guys do. The fun part of doing these blogs the day after is having information like this. Assuming you haven’t read the list of cuts and are too lazy to go read it now that you’ve made it this far here I’ll just list them out for you: Eric Cornell, Sean Malone, Andrew Oglevie, Kyle Olson, Kevin Porter, CJ Smith, Jacob Bryson, Casey Fitzgerald, Brandon Hickey, Zach Redmond, Devante Stephens, Andrew Hammond, Michael Houser, and Jonas Johansson. Amerks Training Camp starts Monday.

As always like, share and comment on yours truly’s special Sabres blog. Hopefully this was your break from the Bills game reading. In which case I have to warn you to not try to hold a loaded hot dog in one hand and your phone in the other. You think it’s easy but it’s not. Why ruin that nice jersey? I’ll be really honest and say I have never looked forward to a Bills game in my entire life as much as this one. I was a drought baby and a certain stinker in Jacksonville wasn’t going to get me pumped a couple years back. Anyway, I hope you come on back to read again as we have two more preseason games and the closing of Training Camp before we can actually get excited about beating teams. I think I speak for everyone when I hope we actually win enough for it to meaningful this season.

Thanks for Reading.

P.S. Moore shoving Olofsson into the Leafs bench was kinda fun I guess. Sportsnet said it led to the ensuing Leafs goal which I suppose it did but I thought taking guys out of the play was bad.

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