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#hey don resign our himbo
bqstqnbruin · 4 years
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can we do a soft thought abt JD ? that’s who i’m vibing w rn. like i can picture him being a giggly drunk bc he’s a giggly sober and like him not wanting to let you too far out of his grip. also i was almost late to class bc i wanted to send this
Hey Don resign our himbo but also Patricia get to class on time jeez even though I’m taking forever because I’m getting distracted by the UMass UConn game
It’s been a bad day so let’s make it better with some soft thoughts
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Jake had convinced you to go out with the guys that were still in Boston once their offseason had started, not having to worry about games, practices, traveling, the general chaotic energy that was being in the NHL minimal for the summer months. 
No matter where you went in the bar, Jake was following you like a puppy dog, his hands around your waist and his chin nestled on your shoulder whenever you stopped long enough for you to let him. 
“Babe, let me go,” you squeal, a smile on your face as you try to pry his hands off you. “We need to go to the bathroom, you can’t come in.” 
“But, I like holding you,” he whines, a sloppy kiss planted on your cheek while he tries to fight you from removing his hands from your waist. “You’re just so pretty.” 
You can’t help but laugh, telling the girls to go ahead without you. “You’re cute when you’re drunk,” you tell him, dragging him to the nearest table to sit him down.
“You’re cute always.” 
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I just saw someone on Twitter say they think Jake Debrusk would use 3-in-1 shampoo to wash his face and honestly ???? I could see it
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bqstqnbruin · 4 years
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Hmmmm are you still taking requests? Yes? No? For me pleaseeee?? 😁 (don't mind me I need more sleep lol)
Please don't hate me for this but... pick any prompt you want to write..for Jake debrusk (👈 is your fault..I dont even like the bruins lol)
Congrats on 700! You deserve it 😁😘
Ugh LOVE you so much you tags always make me smile
Don’t get mad at me but someone requested prompt 23 and said pick the boy, so I made my life a little easier and combined the two
23. It’s cold today. 
happy blurb weekend :)
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Winter is by far the superior season in your opinion. You felt most confident when you were wearing cute layers. The best fashion was winter fashion and no one could tell you otherwise. The best food came during the winter: hot chocolate, warm, homemade soups, the holiday cookies in December. And then there was the snow. The white frozen water that fell from the sky, blanketing the city, canceling everything, was the best thing in your opinion. 
The first snowfall of the year had you bouncing up and down like a child by the window, Jake watching you from the couch in amazement that someone could actually like the cold as much as you did. 
“Can we please go to the Commons and have fun in the snow?” you ask him, throwing yourself on the couch next to him, causing him to spill some of his water on his chest. 
“Ah, babe,” he whines, putting his glass on the table. “It’s cold today.” 
“Yeah, and? It’s New England. We only have two seasons: winter and August, and it’s not August. Can we please, please, please go play in the snow?” 
He groans, clearly not thrilled with the idea. You flash him your puppy dog face, knowing that he will say yes to anything you ask of him when you give it to him. “Fine,” he groans, pulling you up off the couch to go put on the proper attire, “But you owe me big time.” 
“I will do anything you want for the rest of the night if we can go be idiots in the snow for a few hours,” you tell him, dragging him to your bedroom.
“I’m holding you to it.” 
You drag him to the Boston Common, finding it already covered with people having snowball fights, making snow angels, building snowmen. You take his hand in yours, kissing his cheek before dragging him directly into the snow. “I love you so much for this.” 
The two of you start building a snowman, the perfect sculpture that you top off with Jake’s hat from the Winter Classic a few years back. He takes a picture of you, your cheek almost touched the cold snow, lips pursed and your eyes closed, captioning it ‘ice, ice baby,’ knowing that the guys would flood the comments with chirps. He posts the photo, putting his phone in his pocket. He smiles at you, biting his bottom lip as he slowly walks toward you, one of his hands behind his back. 
“What are you doing?” you ask, backing away from him.
Without a word, he launches a snowball at you, hitting you directly in the face. You shriek, gathering up snow to fire back at him, starting a mini snowball fight between the two of you. He lifts you up off the ground, spinning you around before bringing you back down to kiss you, his lips warm against your now frozen skin. 
“Thanks for amusing me.”
“Thanks for making me come outside.”
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