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Connecting Across Canada: Networking Tips for Every Province
Canada, a vast tapestry of vibrant cultures and diverse landscapes, beckons us to connect. Whether you're a seasoned networker or a newcomer navigating the Canadian social scene, understanding the nuances of each province can make all the difference. So, grab your maple syrup and poutine, because we're embarking on a cross-country journey of networking tips to help in your overseas education!!
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Atlantic Charisma:
Start your journey in the east, where warmth and hospitality reign supreme. In Newfoundland and Labrador, strike up conversations in pubs, join community potlucks, and participate in lively kitchen parties. In Nova Scotia, attend local festivals and ceilidhs (traditional dances), where music and laughter flow freely. New Brunswickers appreciate genuine interest in their Acadian heritage, while Prince Edward Islanders welcome you with open arms at farmers' markets and community events.
Quebec's Je Ne Sais Quoi:
Crossing into Quebec, remember "bonjour" is essential. Attend conferences and business breakfasts, but don't shy away from casual encounters at cafés and parks. Engage in lively debates on current affairs, and appreciate the province's distinct cultural identity. For a truly immersive experience, join a "cinq à sept" (after-work social hour) or volunteer for a local cause.
Prairies' Practicality:
The prairies, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba, value directness and genuineness. Be upfront about your intentions, participate in community sports leagues, and attend professional association events. In Alberta, connect at Calgary Stampede or Edmonton Fringe Festival, while in Saskatchewan, join regional rodeos or volunteer at harvest festivals. For Manitobans, attending cultural festivals like Folklorama or Winnipeg Jazz Festival opens doors.
British Columbia's Breathtaking Blend:
From Vancouver's urban buzz to Whistler's mountain charm, British Columbia thrives on a blend of activity and laid-back vibes. Networking happens at tech meetups, outdoor adventures, and eco-conscious initiatives. Take advantage of co-working spaces, join mountaineering clubs, or volunteer for environmental projects. Embrace the outdoorsy spirit and remember, British Columbians appreciate a healthy work-life balance.
Territorial Treasures:
The Northwest Territories, Yukon, and Nunavut offer unique networking opportunities. Attend cultural gatherings, traditional powwows, and participate in community initiatives like dog sledding races. Respect local customs and traditions, and engage in authentic conversations about the region's rich history and challenges. Remember, building trust and genuine connections are paramount in these close-knit communities.
Tips To Remember:
Be authentic and approachable. Your genuine interest in others goes a long way.
Do your research. Understanding local customs and current events creates conversation starters.
Give back to the community. Volunteering shows your commitment and builds trust.
Follow up and stay connected. Networking is a continuous process, not a one-time event.
So, dear reader, embark on your Canadian networking adventure. With these tips, you'll build meaningful connections, discover hidden gems, and truly experience the rich tapestry that is study abroad Canada. Remember, a warm smile, a listening ear, and an open mind are your best passports. Now, go forth and connect!
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regency1235 · 2 years
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Kitchen Cabinet maker in Edmonton
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regencyinnovations · 3 years
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Ways to Upgrade Your Kitchen Island come in various designs and sizes, so there’s a fit for every type of space, whether it’s a farmhouse kitchen or a modern one. For a kitchen lacking a lot of square footage, you can opt for a rolling kitchen island or small kitchen islands—these can add additional surface and storage space without taking up more precious space. For bigger rooms, you can opt for a kitchen island with seating to make it a multipurpose space and add another spot to dine. Plus, in open-concept spaces where the kitchen overlooks a living room or dining room, a kitchen island can serve as a subtle space separator that marks where one area of the room ends and another begins.
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edmontontoilers · 2 years
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Kühlbox LIVE meets NHL: At Home With Leon Draisaitl - pt 1 [English notes/summary]
A while ago I stumbled across an interview by Magenta Sports from February 2020. The basic conceit of the Kühlbox (cooler/icebox) show seems to be that they send the interviewer, Patrick, with a cooler to interview people. With Connor McDavid’s mansion (derogatory) trending again, I had to think of this glimpse into Drai’s home, and to my surprise it doesn’t seem that anyone has provided a translation.
I don’t have the wherewithal or, tbh, the German skills to do a full line-by-line translation but I thought I could at least do a bullet-point summary. It’s a 40-minute interview so I’m gonna break it into parts; this is part 1, up to roughly minute 19. I apologize for any awkward wording, mistranslations, typos or mistakes left in my notes, etc. The sound quality isn’t always the greatest and the interviewer in particular has a bit of an accent that I’m not familiar with, and my German is like... “I have German family and can only speak clumsily but understand reasonably well”. But I did my best! I welcome corrections and additions on anything I missed or mistook.
Quick highlights:
- Leon can’t cook (his friends claim he could burn water) and gets his groceries bought for him by friends
- Claims that if he could get any player, worldwide, past or present traded to the Edmonton Oilers it would be Frederik Tiffels (or as Leon calls him, “little sweet Freddie”)
- Mentions Bergeron as a player he finds particularly tough to play against because he tend to think the game vs playing physical
Starts off with general intros, how-are-yous, etc. Patrick (the interviewer) is evidently live-streaming; mentions that it’s 10pm in Germany. Leon’s feeling fresh/energized after arriving home yesterday off a loss to the Sharks, which he doesn’t want to talk about.
Fabian and Nico, his “best friends”, are over to visit - they come once a year for about a week, to catch 3 games and hang out
There’s really no actual house tour (just shows the living/dining area), but Leon mentions he has a basement with a pool table and dartboard (but spends most of his time upstairs)
Talks about how he wishes his dog were here when showing off the living room with TV and fireplace, explaining how his “little dog” likes to stretch out in front of the fire
Has a 29 jersey from the Haie lying on the kitchen island; explains how some of the managers and bosses came by and left it as a token of thanks - talks a little about his dad, basically just says he’s doing really well.
Mentions his favourite restaurants in Edmonton: apparently there are a couple of Italian restaurants he likes, but (after stopping to tease his “boys” Nico and Fabian for “chilling in the background - they don’t do anything else, just chill”) says that he actually spends a lot of time here at home and enjoys spending time at home when he can due to travelling so much
Livestream question: apparently the Haie are having a rough streak, so in the livestream a fan Marcel asks about how he feels about that as a “Koelner Jung” (Cologne boy). Lowkey (highkey?) he’s such a funny motherfucker to me. He thinks about the question for a moment then affects a sort of pompous/pretentious expression and tone and says, “Mein lieber Marcel, was sag ich dazu?” Which just translates to: “My dear Marcel, what can I say?” but the entire tone, expression, etc is this tongue-in-cheek formality out of nowhere. Then says: “no, to be serious, but like I’ve often said, I’m still a huge KHC [Haie] fan…and therefore I feel for the boys with what’s happening and hope that they squeak into the playoffs somehow.”
Mentions at one point that it’s his lifelong dream to play in the DEL - wants to stay “over here” (NHL) and do his thing as long as possible, but a few years in Cologne was actually always his plan. (Interviewer: never say never)
As an aside, there is SO MUCH mutual flirting with the interviewer - near the very beginning, Patrick talking about how bad his hair looks, the first time assuring him it looks good and Patrick being like “oh, do you think so?” all delighted; the second time, Patrick fussing again then saying “but what matters is that you look good, and from that perspective we’re all set”. Also in the livestream, shortly after the Marcel question, Leon reads out a fan saying “you’re the best” and then he and Patrick argue over who she meant (with each guy claiming she clearly meant the other).
Question from the livestream about what training is like in the NHL during the season (“how much time do you really have in the NHL for training when you play so many games?”) - replies that it’s really not that much, practices are usually 15-25 minutes in order to keep them fresh for the games, unlike European leagues where there’s more of a focus on training.
The contrast between his whole house and Connor’s (but especially their fridges) is hilarious. He says he likes to eat, and when the interviewer expresses astonishment/admiration for how well-stocked and healthy the food is, admits that “the boys” (Fabian and Nico) and friends grocery shopped for him before the video. Leon: “so, I’ll eat it all, but bought probably none of it”. Interviewer is super impressed by how healthily he feeds himself - “is there anything sweet there? Nothing.” But then Leon shows him the junk food cabinet. Says his favourite sweets are mini-eggs.
Asked about his favourite (or toughest?) opponent. Says the toughest opponents are those who play smart. Says he’s someone who looks for contact, i.e. plays physical, and so for him players like Bergeron who are more about the brain (think the game more) are tougher than those who just try to grind you into the boards.
If he could get any player worldwide traded to Edmonton, who would it be? A little bit more flirting with the interviewer (Patrick: “I don’t play anymore, sadly”, Leon: “yeah, I was just thinking about that”, P: “you’ll have to pick someone else”). Eventually says Freddie Tiffels… then asks if Freddie is watching the stream and calls him “little sweet Freddie, where is he?”
Another question from the streams: “opinion of the Flames?” The interviewer after reading this out immediately says, “ah, there probably is no opinion” (literally “da gibt es keine Meinung” rather than “du hasst keine Meinung”, the latter of which would mean “you have no opinion” - the read I got off of it was that the interviewer immediately surmised this wasn’t a question Leon would be willing to answer) and Leon immediately shakes his head and says “no, no opinion there to [??? - couldn’t make the last word out - but basically no opinion to share]”.
Getting a hundred points and fifty goals last year, especially since it was the first time for him, was really special
Question from the interviewer about what it’s like for Leon, having come into the NHL no doubt idolizing players like Crosby, to now be one of the stars of the NHL who’s looked up to by the younger generation. Leon: “Growing up, one of the players I looked up to a lot was Anze Kopitar, and now, a couple of weeks ago, I [played with him - lit “sat in a cabin with him”] - and that kind of thing is always cool, and one sees that hard work, and the right hard work, pays off. And I hope that boys - girls - whoever - are watching [me], I hope that shows someone that regardless of which country you come from, where you come from, that there are no limits to how good you can be and how hard you can work. Yeah, I’m proud that I’ve been able to experience both sides [of that experience].”
Patrick: “now I naturally have to ask your boys if you truly are the way you’re just acting right now, therefore I have to ask, what kind of flaws does Leon have?” Nico: “I think he’s already kind of given it away - we all like to eat, but he can’t cook anything. He could burn water.” [Leon cracking up in the background and saying something about how he tried to make spaghetti bolognese one time] Flirt break: Patrick goes to ask Fabian the same question but then says “beautiful picture, by the way, of both” and flips the camera view to show Leon and Nico, Fabian says “one has to appreciate the outfit too” (Nico and Leon are both wearing a T-shirt and shorts). Back to Leon’s flaws: Fabian confirms he’s bad at cooking, but then can’t think of anything else. Finally Patrick goes to ask Leon: “what are your flaws even? You have to say three.” Leon: “Cooking… um… there are no flaws. No, I don’t know, I no doubt have numerous flaws, even when I can’t bring them to mind myself…” Livestream comment: “Leon should cook water live sometime.” [general laughter]
Then there are some horrible experiments with camera filters. And that’s where I’m going to end for this part.
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mattyanonwrites · 3 years
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turn the ashes into magic -- matthew tkachuk
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a/n: so i wrote this because of the battle of alberta and honestly all i could think about during the game was frustrated matty and how he’d act after the game...the title comes from focus by bazzi cause i was listening to it while writing so here we go 👀 
word count: 3.6k
warning(s): smut — unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral female, blow job (throat fuck), & marking? if i missed anything let me know!
tagging: @makarkale​ for reading this when i finished it omg you’re the best ily & @davidpastrsnack 💞
any feedback is appreciated! my dms and anons are always open!
when matt came home after tonight’s game, you knew he wasn’t going to be in a good mood. not only had the flames been coming off a five to one loss against the canucks two days ago, they had played edmonton for the second time out of their ten-game series this season. 
the battle of alberta was always an intense game and tonight was no different. matty had come home from the last game frustrated and upset, but he went directly to bed. the exhaustion he was feeling was radiating off him in waves and you didn’t know what to do to help him feel better. 
a lot of dating him was just knowing how he was feeling and what he needed when he was dealing with the pressures of being one of the faces of the flames franchise and carrying the city’s hopes for a cup run on his shoulders. 
matt slipped into the house with no more of a grunt as he shook his coat off his shoulders and kicked his shoes to the side. normally, you’d scold him about leaving them in the hallway, but judging by the scowl on his face tonight, you decided to let it go. picking your battles was something you learned how to do early with all the brothers you grew up with and that same rule applied with him most of the time. 
besides a lot of the time, he just did the things he knew would annoy you, too well, annoy you. he liked getting a rise out of you and starting a stupid fight so that you would yell at him. matt claimed it was because you were hot when you were mad, especially when you yelled at him. you definitely rolled your eyes every time he made this comment and tried to not give in, but you couldn’t say you hated the activities that followed after an argument with him. 
“hey, baby.” you said looking at him from the couch.
“hey.” matt mumbled as he walked past you into the kitchen. you crawled out from the mountain of blankets you were buried under and padded into the kitchen after him. 
matt was leaned up against the marble island top with a fresh cracked beer in his hand. you leaned against the doorframe studying him, deciding your next move. 
you settled on something simple. “you played good tonight, babe.” 
matty didn’t respond with anything other than a swig of the chestnut-colored liquid. 
you’d notice it a lot, that no matter what the score of the game was, matt always seemed to be analyzing it in his head, how the team could be better, how he could be better. 
you pushed off the kitchen door frame with a sigh before stepping towards him. he spread his legs some as he let his body weight rest against the island. you slinked in between them, feeling him wrap one of his arms around you to rest on your hip. 
you let your hands rest on his chest and run across it to join together on his back. “i’m just tired, y/n. i mean we lost to the canucks and then tonight just was rough.” 
“i know.” you whispered into his suit coat as you let the smell of his cologne fill your nose. 
you rubbed your hands across his back and put pressure on the areas you knew he was carrying a lot of the stress in. the flames had been playing well, but a lot of their wins were inconsistent ways of winning, which was keeping his mind occupied. they had to figure out how to keep doing it and how to break through whatever they were struggling with. 
even though he was breathing normally as he continued drinking his beer while holding you calmly, you could still feel the frustration settled in his bones. 
your hands continued to travel across the span of his back and with every touch to the fabric, you ran them lower. matt sighed as you pulled back from resting your head against his chest, but you shushed him. your hands pushed under the collar of his jacket and tugged it over his shoulders. matty let the sleeves fall from his arms as you set it to the side. 
you stood on the balls of your feet to press a soft kiss to his lips. instead of letting them connect for more than a second, you kissed across his jawline before moving to his neck. 
matt groaned as you sucked gently against his neck and bit down just barely. he knew there’d be a mark there, and that the guys would definitely rib him over it, but he didn’t care. he was used to them having something to say about some of the purple knots that littered his body, but honestly, he loved that you left them. he loved leaving them on you. 
and his favorite thing? the way your nails would dig into his back and there would be red lines down it for days. he couldn’t help but smirk when the comments came rolling in in the locker room. 
matt’s blue eyes locked on yours as you pulled back, a soft smile painted across your features as you brushed your fingers under the collar of his button-down. slowly, you worked to undo each button. you smirked as his breath caught in his throat as your fingertips touched his skin. 
you tugged the shirt out of his pants and discarded that just like the suit jacket. your fingers twisted in the loops of his belt line as you pulled him into a kiss. matt let the bottle in his hand slide across the counter as he tangled one of his hands in your hair while the other squeezed at your hip. 
you moaned as he dug his fingers into your side, matty took the opportunity to swipe his tongue across your lips and deepen the kiss. he tasted like the alcohol he had just drunk, but there was also the familiar taste of him, something you could never describe. it was something you could never put into words, but it was just so inexplicably him it haunted you when he was away. the taste of him, his name, would forever be on your lips. 
his body pulled you as close to him as he possibly could as a fog clouded your mind and you got lost in the sensation of his fingers tugging harshly at the locks of your hair before flipping you both so he could press you into the counters behind him. 
your back was digging into the marble and as he yanked your sweater off your body, you shivered as the cool marble touched your heated skin. matt connected your lips once again as he let his fingers toy with the lace covering your chest. 
the cool air flooding in from the constant cold of calgary and his warm fingers brushing across the tops of your breasts was a contrast that had you gasping as he slotted his thigh in between yours. 
his hands roughly yanked at the lace covering your breasts, exposing them to him.  matt left open-mouthed kisses across your chest as his hands pushed the straps of your bra off your shoulders. his fingertips left goosebumps in their wake as he slid them to the crease of your back and undid the snap of your bra. without any regard to the item itself, he discarded it onto the floor in one movement. 
the focus in matt’s mind was only one thing as he trapped your hips between his and the countertop, you gasped at the harshness. 
“shh.” he whispered in your left ear before biting the soft skin underneath and brushing his tongue softly to soothe the bite as his hands traveled further down your exposed torso. 
matt ran a finger against the band of your sweats before sliding it below and hooking his fingers into the tops of your underwear. 
agonizingly slow, matt pulled at the fabric covering you. his eyes never leaving yours as he slipped them down your thighs, past your knees, and let them gather in a mass of clothing at your feet. he stopped you from stepping out of them, his hands wrapped underneath your thighs before hoisting you up onto the counter. 
you kicked the dangling sweats to the side as he sunk to his knees in front of you. one of his hands was rubbing circles against the top of your thigh while the other pushed your body out of a sitting position, laying your back gently down on the surface. 
his lips kissed against your shins as he made his way up. taking his time as he let his mouth sweep across your bare legs. 
“this isn’t what i had planned when i joined you in the kitchen, you know.” you sighed as he pushed your legs open with his broad shoulders as his lips rose higher and higher on your skin. closer and closer to where you wanted, needed him. 
“do you want me to stop?” matty’s question was mumbled against your skin as he alternated kisses in between the insides of your thighs. 
“god no.” you gasped as he twisted his hands to grip your thighs. his fingers gripped hard against your skin. the hard push of them would surely leave purplish outlines of his fingerprints. heat rushed over your skin as the thought of them there flashed in your mind. 
with the grip he had on your legs, matty settled his shoulders underneath them and yanked you closer to him. you yelped as he did so which just caused him to nip at your skin. you could feel the grin he was wearing as he let you writhe under his touch. 
every movement of his head or hands caused you to squirm as you waited for him to do something. he loved watching you grow impatient and needy with him.
“so wet for me,” he whispered as you groaned with annoyance from his lack of actually touching you where you desperately needed it. matt chuckled lowly with dark eyes before licking a long strip up your folds. a moan escaped your lips at the feeling. 
he connected his swollen lips to your clit and sucked gently before pulling with his teeth. a gasp shuddered down your body as he swirled his tongue. shock waves of pleasure crept through your skin as you gripped his curls tighter. 
as he listened to your moans fill the quiet room, he groaned against your skin. the vibrations and the hotness of his breath swept your senses out of reach. your mind clouded while matty continued to suck and lick on your clit. his tongue lapping through your folds as you groaned with each ministration. 
“fuck, matty...oh.” your hips lifted trying to get more feeling from him. matty moved one of his hands from the top of your thigh to your stomach and pushed your body back down before sucking harshly against you. as your back arched, you moaned as his mouth brought your closer to your high. 
“come on baby girl, cum for me.” your legs twitched in his grip at his words. 
feeling his mouth on you, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hands pushing into your skin were pulling filthy cries from your mouth. the familiar knot in your stomach winding quickly as he pushed his tongue into your entrance, his nose brushing against your swollen sensitive nub. 
“matty...i’m. i’m gonna cum!” your hands pushed deep into his waves as his head was buried between your thighs. 
“come on, just for me. let me hear you.” matty mumbled against you as your thighs tightened around his head, your back arched the best it could with the weight of his arm keeping you pushed firmly down, and a breathy moan of his name. 
matty worked you through your high as he slowed his movements. his tongue gently lapped at you as your chest heaved. you loosened the grip you held on his hair and pushed his head away from your core. 
he kissed softly against the inside of your legs before loosening his grip on your body and letting your legs slip off his shoulders. 
matty rose to stand in front of you resting his hands on either side of your body while hovering over you. you pushed yourself onto your elbows and took in the sight before you. 
matty’s shoulders were red from the way your legs had been placed over them and his hair a mess from your fingers interlocking between the dirty blonde strands. his blue eyes were blown with lust and want as his lips curled in that classic smirk of his. the one that had you falling into bed with him that first night years ago. 
your eyes traveled across his muscles as he calmed his own heavy breathing. they were drawn to the growing bulge and how it was entirely unfair that you were utterly naked to his eyes and he was half-clothed. 
you sat up entirely and felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned in to kiss you. matty’s hands were starting to travel across your skin again when you pulled back. you knew what he wanted, and you’d give in to him, but first, you wanted to do the thing you planned when you walked into the kitchen into his embrace. 
you pushed his body from yours and he stumbled, slightly taken aback by the shove. he cocked his eyebrow as you stood on semi-wobbly legs, but you just flashed him your smiles, the hint of the devil in your eyes as you turned him around so he was leaning against the countertop again as you had found him. 
“want you to fuck my mouth.” you pecked his lips as he groaned loudly. your hands undoing his belt and the clank of it music to your ears as you let your fingers pull at the zipper of his dress pants. 
matty wasn’t nearly as patient as you had been when he undressed you. his hands were now hovering over yours shoving the clothing he had left down his body before you could even think about palming him through his boxers. 
he gasped as you smiled when his cock slapped against his stomach. you sunk to your knees and ran your hands across his thighs. the muscles flexed underneath your touch and he was fighting the urge to pin them behind your back. 
the innocent eyes you glanced at him made him weak as he looked down at you in between his legs with your mouth kissing everywhere but his dick. the clench of his abs as your lips brushed against them barely was satisfying to you as you avoided what he wanted. 
he loved to tease you and well, two could play at that game. it was something he never really experienced before he started dating you, and as much as he wished you would just wrap your pretty lips around him, he loved the way you caused his body to twitch with every brush of their softness. 
matty sucked in a deep breath as your fingers danced across the tip before traveling down to wrap around the base of him. he gripped the edge of the counter tightly as you kissed up and down his length. 
“fuck.” matty groaned when you finally circled your lips around his tip. 
your tongue licked across the slit slowly as his breathing became heavier. you gripped his thighs before hollowing your cheeks and sinking fully down on him. he moaned loudly as you started to bob your head on his length. 
matt let you set the pace before you squeezed his thighs and took a deep breath. he knew that meant it was okay for him to push his hands deep in your curls just like you had done to him. matty always waited for you to be comfortable with the pace before taking over, it was important to him to respect your boundaries like that. 
his eyes flutter as your tongue swirls around his length while he increases the pace of how you’re taking him in your throat. he pushes you further down him and then up again as you breathe through your nose before he hits the back of your throat. matt’s groan as he rests fully inside your mouth sends heat rushing to your core.
“fuck, you look so good, baby...with your lips wrapped around me, letting me fuck your mouth.” 
his hips are snapping as he pushes your head around him. with every thrust, you move your lips around him to lick and suck as obscene wet noises fill the room for the second time of the night. you moan around him and he curses at the vibrations. matty’s hips pick up quickly as you gag around him. he slows a little letting you catch your breath before thrusting all the way back in. 
you know he’s about to cum with the way his hand is gripping your hair and the way his thighs are shuddering as you slide your tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock. your tongue swirls around him matching his thrusts as best you can as he fucks into your mouth. 
his voice is wrecked as he twitches inside your mouth, “fuck. y/n.” 
he pulls from your mouth abruptly, spit dripping down your chest as you look at him. a pout forms on your lips and he chuckles lightly. 
“i wanna fuck you. cum inside that tight pussy of yours.” matty pulls you roughly to your feet before bending your body over the counter where he had just been leaning. 
he hooks your left leg up onto the counter and runs his hands over your ass before slapping it. you gasp at the harsh smack, but he shushes you as he smoothes it over with gentle fingers. 
“ready for me?” he asks and you whimper in response. 
“no, you know you have to say it, baby girl.” 
“yes, matty, yes.” you ramble out. he presses his chest to your back as his lips kiss over your neck. one of his hands lining him up with your entrance. 
matt loves watching you squirm as he brushes his cock through your folds, gasping at the feel of him before he pushes inside of you. you both moan as he bottoms out. matty pulls out all the way before thrusting back in you and with one hand resting on your hip and the other settling to hold the base of your neck, he sets a brutal pace. 
coherent sentences aren’t formed by you as you just moan his name while he speeds up his ministrations. with every snap of his hips he’s brushing against that sweet spot inside you causing you to clench around him. 
“fuck, baby. so good for me.” he groans. 
“mmm.” your eyes are closing shut as he pushes his hips against yours again, but harsher.  
“oh i love you like this. bent over the counter for me.” you focus on his voice. the words he’s saying causing your orgasm to build closer and closer. “god, you’re so good for me. such a slut for me. all mine.” matty growls. he kneads his fingers into you before smacking your ass again, “say it, say you’re mine.” 
“i’m all yours….baby. just you, matty...” he loves the way his name falls from your lips with a breathy moan. 
“ugh...i’m so close, baby. fuck, i’m gonna fill you up.” matty slides his hand down from his grip on your leg to rub fast circles across your clit. you gasp loudly at the movement, moans falling from your lips. 
“come on, y/n. cum with me.” as matty’s thumb quickens over your clit and he thrusts harder, deeper in you...matty feels you clenching around him as your orgasm hits you hard. your head falls back as his body collapses down on you as he spills into you. 
matty kisses across the back of your neck while your breathing evens out. he pulls out of you with a whimper before letting your body fall against his as he pushes the hair out of your face. his lips press against yours gently before letting you slide out of his embrace. 
you open the fridge and instantly love the chill the cold air provides against the blush across your skin. you pull out a water bottle for both you and him before grabbing your clothes. 
you slip back into your underwear before pulling on his button down and watching his eyes light up at the sight of you in it. 
“i love it when you wear my shirts.” matty slips back into his boxers and takes a sip of his own water before leaning against the counter. 
he pushes away from it as he remembers what just occurred, “remind me to clean that counter later.” matty says. 
you laugh, “as if you know were the lysol is.” 
“okay, i’ll remind you to clean the counter later.” he smirks as you scoff and smack his arm. 
“you know what, next time i talk to chantal, i’m telling her you don’t help me clean.” 
matt’s laughter ceases and he stares at you with wide eyes. “you wouldn’t.” 
“oh, but i will, matthew.” you smirk before rushing out of the room. 
he chases after you as you giggle. matt catches you and swings you around in his arms in the living room. the only light in the room coming from the kitchen as he squeezes you in his embrace, “okay, i’ll clean the counter if you don’t call my mom and tell her i don’t clean because that’s not another lecture i need to hear over the phone. i got that enough at home.” 
“mmmm, fine, deal.” you giggle as he picks you up in his arms and plops you both down onto the couch sliding the blankets over you both before flicking on the tv.
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Professional - Jonathan Toews
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Summary: You were expecting things to become calm after landing the position as Jonathan Toews' PA, as calm as your stressful job could be. Your relationship with your boss, though, makes your life become anything but calm.
A/N: It’s here! It’s out! Wanna thank my bestie @captaindaddies for helping me out with some stuff, ily bby ❤️
Word Count: 14,4k 
Warnings: Lots of swearing, SMUT, maybe even a tip of angst, lots of nervousness and lots of teasing. Mentions of Patrick Kane, if it might bother.
Nervous, that was how you felt. Standing on the front steps of Jonathan Toews’ house was you, your bag nervously pulled close to your side as you mustered the courage to knock, to let him know you were finally ready to work as his personal assistant.
How you landed the job was still unknown to you: you were inexperienced, and everyone could tell by the way you were nervously standing in front of his front door. Still searching for the courage inside of you, you breathed out a sigh. You needed to get your shit together.
Jonathan Toews wasn’t intimidating. Right?
After breathing in a large amount of air and pushing it out of your lungs quickly, you let your knuckles hit the wood of his door, your heart hammering against your ribcage. You waited, for so long you almost thought you had missed him due to his early morning practice. When the door opened, though, you were met with a composed-looking hockey player.
You had seen him only through the screen of your laptop, but you could say that he looked way better in real life. Trying not to get too lost in his dark eyes, you greeted him softly, a nervous smile on your features.
“Y/N! Great to finally meet you in person!” He spoke, his voice deeper than you could remember as he looked at you, a professional smile on his lips. “Come in, I got a few minutes before I have to leave for practice,”
“Thank you, Mr. Toews,” was all you were able to mutter, getting rid of your coat and holding it in your arms as you looked around the rather large mansion. He gave you a small tour, and you found yourself mesmerized by everything he had shown you, from the high ceilings to the large windows that viewed Lincoln Park.
“I left a list of things to do on the kitchen counter,” he said when you found yourselves back in the main hall. “You’ll find everything you might need in that paper,”
“Okay, sir,” you smiled, finally at ease. Rummaging through your purse, you grabbed the stack of papers you had printed out for the occasion, carefully handing it to him. “You asked for my curriculum,”
“Right,” he nodded his head, scanning through the words quickly. “I’ll take a look at it after practice,”
You smiled his way, nodding your head before he could leave the room to grab his bag, leaving you on your own in the large hall. You hesitantly let yourself wander inside the kitchen, where the paper he had talked about was sitting neatly on the isle.
“I’m heading out,” he called from the hallway. “My number is on that paper, if you need help with anything,”
“Thank you, Mr. Toews,”
“Oh, and make yourself at home, Y/N,”
-
“What are you even reading, man?” Patrick sighed as he dropped his helmet on the bench, looking at an already-showered Jonathan slumped over a bunch of papers.
“My PA’s curriculum,” Jon mumbled, lower lip tugged between his lips.
The teammate snatched the papers from his hands, scanning through the words with a smirk on his face. “Originally from Canada, fresh out of college, worked for a company for a couple of months, ten years younger than you,” he nodded his head. “And she’s even hot,”
“It’s strictly professional,” Jon huffed, jokingly punching his friend’s shoulder as he turned around to grab some clothes, his eyes finding your picture attached to the files as he did so.
“Yeah, sure,” Patrick rolled his eyes as he took off his skates. Jonathan got dressed in silence, his mind wandering back to you and what you could have been doing at the mansion. He had received no call from you, no text, so he was guessing everything was coming along just fine back at his place.
“You aren’t even going to give it a thought?” Patrick asked after a while. “You’ve been single for ages, man,”
“She’s my employee,” Jonathan sighed, sending his teammate a dirty look. “I pay her to work for me, that’s all,”
“Whatever you say, Jon,”
“I’ll see you later, Kaner,” was all Jon said as he grabbed his duffle bag, propping it over his shoulder as he left the room, his mind elsewhere. Entering his Tesla, he took a deep breath and decided to go grab another coffee, something he didn’t do too often.
Patrick was exaggerated, Jon knew it already, but his teasing words impressed themselves into his mind. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he had taken a liking to you from the first moment you had your call together for your interview. You were kind, a smile constantly on your face as you answered his questions, you were willing to do everything he asked you to do.
He shook his head when that phrase formed itself in his brain, taking a rather different turn from the professional relationship the two of you shared. Hell, he was shocked at his own self when he let his mind even go there just after your first time meeting in real life.
Turning off the car in the coffee shop’s parking lot after grabbing his usual order, he slid his phone out of his pocket. His brain was telling him not to do it, not to get too into your business, but he wasn’t thinking straight anymore.
He couldn’t even remember when the last time he had pressed on that contact’s name was, that was how much time had passed since he had last called that person. He didn’t hesitate, finally starting the call and pressing the device to his ear, his eyes focusing on the steering wheel.
“Mike? Hey, it’s Jon,” was all he said as soon as the old acquaintance picked up. “I need a background check on someone,”
-----
You had graduated at the top of the class, moved away from home for college, to Edmonton. You had an older brother, you weren’t big on sports when you were younger, you liked traveling. All the information was engraved in Jon’s mind.
You didn’t like being late, it was clear from the way you had apologized earlier that morning, Jonathan’s coffee in your hands as you mumbled sorrowful words. You overworked yourself, you weren’t one to leave work undone, and you didn’t like disappointing people.
From his spot in his living room, Jonathan analyzed you, his brows furrowed in concentration and arms folded over his chest. You were interesting, to say the least. There was something about you that had him extremely intoxicated.
Was it your sweet perfume? Was it your laugh? Or the way you spoke? He didn’t know. Less than two months. That was how long it took his thoughts to become anything but professional, that’s how long it took for him to become more than aquaintained with your presence.
Was it your inexperience? Only two boyfriends throughout high school and college, both lasted less than two months. Or was it your innocence?
You kept him awake at night, thinking about you the way a boss shouldn’t think about his employee. You had become a constant distraction at practice, during meetings, during moments he had less expected to even think about you.
He had never felt that weak for a woman ten years his junior, and he truly felt frustrated.
“Mr. Toews? Everything okay?”
Your sweet voice sent jolts through his body, snapping him out of his trance. Mr. Toews, the name kept making his cock strain against his pants, no matter how many times you called him that. “Yeah, I’m fine, Y/N,” he mumbled, voice deeper than usual as he stood up from the couch. He was at your side in just a few seconds, his eyes finding the screen of your laptop to see a schedule. “What are you doing?”
His arms caged you against the kitchen island as his chest slightly touched your back, his eyes still attached to your screen as your heartbeat quickened. “I uh- I’m organizing your schedule,” you stuttered, your body shivering from his closeness. “Player media tour is coming up soon,”
“Right,” he mumbled, a smirk painting itself on his lips as your breath got caught up in your throat when he squeezed your waist before leaving the room. You struggled to stay concentrated after he left, your mind going places it shouldn’t go as you cursed yourself for feeling that way about your boss.
Everything felt so wrong, from the way your heart hammered against your chest every time he stepped close to you, to the way you often found yourself in need of release from his teasing actions.
Working for Jonathan Toews had been unexpectedly hard, it was testing your boundaries. Holding yourself back, acting as if he wasn’t the only person you could think about, as if his name wasn’t the one you had found yourself screaming at night; it was becoming hard.
Two boring months had passed from the day you had started working for him, two boring months of taking care of his stuff and doing what you were told. Two boring months that took a turn and became two hard months when your attraction for your boss had started, two hard months that would soon become three, four, five…
Things needed to change, if you wanted to keep yourself away from any kind of heartbreak. You needed to change.
With a sigh, you unlocked your phone, letting your fingers do their work until a dating app was installed. You stared at its icon for what felt like ages, wondering whether it would be worth it or not, but eventually, you got yourself logged in.
And maybe, it was for the best.
-----
“Fuck-” you breathed out as you skimmed your way through the people crowding the streets of Chicago, some of them even wearing the Blackhawks jerseys. “I’m so late,”
You forgot to pick up his suit. His damn suit. You had been so concentrated on answering emails and getting things settled for him that the task had slipped out of your mind. The city was crowded, almost everyone seemed to be buzzed for the game, and you truly were late.
The familiar banner of the dry and clean was visible from where you were, and it took you less than a few minutes to actually reach their entrance, your breathing heavy. Your phone chimed in your hand, snapping your attention towards the message that you had received. Markus, one of the guys you had matched with on the dating app just a few weeks prior, was asking you out. If you wouldn’t have been as busy as you actually were, maybe you would have squealed in happiness, maybe you would have even called your cousin to let her know you were back in the dating scene. But you were late, your boss was waiting for you, and the text from Markus could be left on delivered for a little more.
Pushing your device inside the back pocket of your jeans, you stepped inside the warm environment of the workplace, picking up the clothing as quickly as you could before making your way back towards the mansion.
You were almost sweating when you finally closed the front door behind yourself, slipping off your coat and looking around the first story of the building for Jonathan, your mind thinking about the text from Markus. “Mr. Toews? I have the suit,”
“Upstairs!” Was all he yelled, lightly scaring you. You were hesitant to walk up the stairs. He hadn’t made it official, but it was pretty clear that he cared about his privacy, so you had taken it upon yourself to stay away from the sleeping area of the house.
You had visited that area twice: on your first day, when he had toured you around the mansion, and a week into your job, to hand him Advil after a pretty rough night at a club. Even then, you never walked past the threshold of his room, too scared to intrude.
Carefully, you started to make your way to the last floor of the house, dragging with you the suit and your nervousness. Shuffling sounds came from the end of the hallway, where the door was peeking open. The warm tones of the lights inside the master bedroom were slightly illuminating the hallway, inviting you to step closer.
“Mr. Toews?” You said, knocking lightly on the door. “I have your suit,”
He was quick to open the door completely, revealing his body to you. He had a white button-up on, his bottom being covered only by a pair of boxers. “Come in, I need your advice on something,”
Jonathan Toews was almost half-naked in front of you, showed no embarrassment from it, and you felt oh so turned on. But it was wrong, you weren’t supposed to feel that way, and that was when you made your decision. You were going on the date.
He walked towards the mirror, turning his back to you as you hesitantly stepped in. You laid the suit on his bed, keeping your eyes to the floor to avoid any kind of discomfort from his side.
“Help me choose my cufflinks?”
He was looking at you, motioning for you to go stand next to him with a small smile. When you obediently made your way towards him, he turned towards the mirror to sort out his tie. Your eyes met his quite big collection of cufflinks, everything looking so shiny and expensive. You weren’t shocked, it wasn’t a secret that you were working for a man with money, you were just surprised to see so much gold in front of your own eyes.
“I was going to go with these ones,” he mumbled, snapping you out of your thoughts and pointing towards the blue pair that was resting on the dresser. “But I’m not too sure. Choose a pair, please,”
With shaky hands, you let yourself pick the ones that had caught your attention from the start. They were golden, probably pure gold, resting cold in the palm of your hand as you inspected them. They stared back at you as the room fell silent, the only sounds coming from Jonathan, who was touching up the look of his tie.
“My grandfather’s,” you heard him say after a while, his deep voice bringing you back to reality. He was closer than you had thought, his warm palms gently holding your arms as he looked down at the pair you had chosen. “Good choice,”
Your cheeks burnt at his praise, your eyes looking up at his mirror reflection for a second. He had you flustered, and it was extremely unprofessional. Everything about your boss seemed to bring you to the edge: from the way he spoke, his voice deep and lustful, to the way his rough hands would randomly graze against yours, their touch so gentle.
“I’ll- I’ll be downstairs, I’ve got some stuff to finish,” you stuttered, biting on your lip as you started to make your way outside, stopping in your tracks when you remembered. “Oh, I had a question, sir,”
“Go on,”
“I was wondering if I could get off earlier, tomorrow night,”
“Anywhere special to be?” Jonathan asked, a smirk painting his lips as he completed the pre-game look.
“I have a date, sir,”
He tried to keep his expression as natural as possible, even though jealousy was truly burning him alive. He didn’t want to see you with someone else, someone who barely even knew you, or who barely even knew how to treat you.
He was pretty confident when it came to knowing you. Maybe the way he found out - thanks to Mike - wasn’t the best way to actually get to know you, but he knew what got you flustered, what had you weak. He knew how to make you feel that way.
How could a guy your age even know anything regarding your pleasure?
“Sir?”
“Yeah, it’s not a problem,” he mumbled - his voice fakely uninterested - ending the conversation as quickly as it started. That was your sign to leave the room, confused as to how you were supposed to feel. Happy because you were going to go on a date with Mark? Or sad because Jonathan seemed to not care at all, especially since you had thought he would, after all the teasing he had done on you?
His voice held you back one last time, making you turn around and catch his gaze in the mirror reflection. “Wish me luck?” Was all he said, making you remember just then that he had more important things to do to even care about your date.
“Good luck, Mr. Toews,”
-
Jon breathed out a long sigh as he let himself fall on one of Patrick’s couches, the glass of whiskey in his hand feeling cold against the warm skin of his palm. They had taken another loss, and that time, Jon was pretty confident when he said it was his fault.
He had tried to push you to the back of his mind, at least for one night, but it had been easier said than done. The jealousy he had felt just hours prior didn’t leave his body, and he wanted nothing more than to show you who you belonged to.
“Another fucking game, man,” Patrick scoffed, letting his body flop down next to him. “That shit gets me so pissed off,”
“Yeah, man,” was all Jonathan mumbled, putting the glass to his lip before taking a drink, the liquid burning his throat.
“How are things with your pretty girl?” Patrick changed the conversation, sending his friend a smirk as he sipped his own drink.
“What pretty girl?” Jon grumbled, looking at the whiskey in the glass with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Your PA, man,”
Jon fought the urge to roll his eyes, the look he sent his friend being enough to answer his question. “I told you, professional,”
“Come on, Jon,” Patrick chuckled. “You haven’t even given it a thought?”
Jonathan stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts before actually giving his teammate an answer. Oh, he did give it a thought. Multiple times. “She’s going on a date tomorrow, that’s all you need to know,”
“And you’re jealous,”
“Am not,” Jon lied, scoffing as he downed the rest of his drink, pouring himself more.
“Then why are you telling me about this?” Patrick asked, knowing that no matter what, he was right. “Don’t act as if you haven’t been thinking about her, you’ve been weird ever since she started working for you,”
Jon clenched his jaw, his eyes directing towards the skyline of Chicago from Patrick’s windows. “Okay, yeah, maybe I am,” he admitted. “Guys her age will never be able to take care of her,”
“She obviously wanted a reaction from you, man,” Patrick rolled his eyes, so obvious in his point of view. “Why would she even tell you? You’re her boss, as you like to say,”
His thought made sense: why did you even tell him you were going on a date in the first place? “That girl got you fucked up, bud,” Patrick chuckled, shaking his head.
“Fuck, every time she calls me ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Toews’-” Jon sighed out, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. “I can’t resist her,”
“Then don’t,”
Sending his friend a dirty glare, he chugged another drink. “I’m serious, Toews. Just get the girl,”
“As if it’s that easy,” he mumbled under his breath, pushing his glass on the coffee table before standing up. “I’m outta here. Thanks, man, I’ll see you tomorrow,”
Heading out of the house, he wanted nothing more than to go home and get some rest. You crowded his mind even in his sleep, but he needed to get some rest and figure himself out.
He wasn’t able to resist you anymore, that he was sure of.
-----
You hadn’t been on many dates before, but it didn’t take much to understand that the one with Markus shouldn’t have even been considered a date. He had charmed you, brought you out to dinner just to get you in his bed, and even fussed when you had made it clear that you didn’t want to see him again.
You were frustrated, to say the least.
You had gotten just a few hours of sleep before having to head in for work, finding the mansion empty, no sign of Jonathan. No call from him was received, when you worked, he had shown no interest in you for the entire day.
Your cousin Laila also seemed to be missing in action: she hadn’t picked up your calls and ignored all your texts. You were pretty sure she had kept her phone off for the day.
The first sound inside the house was unexpected, it almost scared you. It was the front door closing, the sound of footsteps following soon after. You put on a smile, glancing up from your computer to see a tired-looking Jonathan entering the living area.
“Good evening, Mr. Toews,”
“Hi,” he mumbled, pushing himself towards the kitchen to grab a glass and an expensive bottle of wine.
“Can I help you with anything, sir?”
He had to hold himself back from sighing, shaking his head as he poured himself a glass. “Didn’t you have that date, last night?” Was all he asked after a while, twisting his wrist and watching the velvety liquid move around the glass.
“I did,” you sighed. “How was your day, sir?”
“I don’t want to talk about my day,” was all he said, voice stern as he sat next to you on the couch, more than curious to hear about the guy you had gone out with. “Tell me about the date,”
You held back a shocked look, letting your eyes find his for a second. “I-I don’t want to bother you, sir,”
“You’re not bothering me, sweetheart,” the pet name had you weak, your heart beating out of your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. “And please, call me Jon,”
The smile on his lips was enough to send shivers down your spine, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as you shut your laptop. The fact that Jonathan, your own boss, cared to even listen to you ranting about your date made him even hotter, from your point of view. He seemed to be the only one that wanted to hear about it, which spurred you on to actually talk to him about it.
“Well, he brought me out to dinner at this new Indian place, downtown,” you started, fidgeting with your fingers as you let your eyes stay on your lap. “He made us split the check-”
“Hang on-” he mumbled out, his hand finding your knee to stop you. “He split the check?!”
“Yeah,” was all you could whisper, gulping as you looked at his hand on your leg. With your last ounce of courage, you let your eyes focus on his.
“Tell me he at least paid for his shit,” he said, taking a sip of his drink as his hand slowly moved higher.
The shake of your head was enough to get him to groan. “He got the most expensive dish out of the menu and just split the check at the end,”
“That’s bullshit,” he scoffed, sending you a glance. “Hope you went home after that,”
You kept your mouth shut, your silence being enough to make him realize that you had done the opposite. “Y/N-”
Your name sounded so good, coming from his lips, it had you burning for him. Coming back to your senses, you kept explaining your side of the story. “Well, he mentioned going back to his place, and I needed to relieve some stress, Jon,”
“So you fucked,” he tried to keep his bitterness at bait by chugging down part of his wine. “You don’t look too relaxed, though,”
Everything seemed to spill out of you so quickly after that, especially under his gaze that left you more than submissive for him. “There was no foreplay,”
Jon rolled his eyes, hiding a cocky smirk when he realized he was more than correct, the night when you had revealed that you were going on the date: the guy didn’t know how to satisfy you.
“And, you know-” you mumbled, suddenly shy. “I wasn’t- I didn’t-”
“You didn’t cum,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as his hand slid up even more on your thigh. “It was pretty obvious,”
You looked at him, your body on fire as you tried not to concentrate too much on how his hand felt on your leg, or how much you needed him. “You know, you look cute when you get shy,” he mumbled, smirking as his thumb drew shapes on the tender skin right before your inner thigh, teasing you just right. “You’re so innocent, you don’t even know what you do to me,”
Your head rolled against the back of the couch as you bit back a moan, his eyes holding yours strictly as he let his hand inch closer to your center. “Did he have you so riled up for him?”
You breathed out a sigh, relishing in his touch as his fingers ghosted over the spot you needed him the most. He stopped, though, snapping you out of your lust-induced trance by pulling you over his lap. You were breathing harshly, your hands on his muscled chest as your noses brushed against each other. “Answer my question,” he grumbled, his hands rough on your thighs. “Did he make you feel the way that I make you feel?”
“No,”
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” he said, voice firm as his eyes stared deep into yours.
You finally seemed to be back to your senses partially, realizing just then how wrong everything was. But it felt so good, you needed release and Jon seemed to be the one willing to help you with that. As if it wasn’t enough, all the teasing he had done on you seemed to resurface, and it made you more than eager to let him have you.
What was happening, suddenly, didn’t feel wrong anymore. “I want it,”
That was all it took for him to let his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, your hands subconsciously moving towards his hair, gripping it gently. His mouth ate all your moans, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue in, leaving you even more at his mercy.
The smell of his cologne had you in a frenzy, kissing him until you were short of breath just to have him press open-mouthed kisses on your neck while you pulled apart for air. His lips were back on yours before you knew it, playing you like the finest violin as the warmth in your chest spread lower.
When his hands found your waist, pulling you even closer and helping you grind on his growing bulge, your mind started working again. It reminded you it was wrong, that Jon was just your boss and your relationship had to be strictly professional. Caving in had already been a big mistake, not stopping would have surpassed every possible line.
You scrambled away from him, pushing yourself off of his lap in a rush, feeling extremely guilty. “Y/N, come back-”
You didn’t listen to his pleas, grabbing your coat before heading out the door, your heart beating out of your chest.
You had fucked up.
-
You had almost considered calling in sick just to avoid the sight of Jonathan for a little longer. The regret was intense, and you were sure you hadn’t felt anything like that before.
You were essential to his life, though, it was something you had to face. You couldn’t stay home and avoid him, or beat yourself up for what had happened the previous night for months. It had happened, it was unprofessional, but you had to get yourself out of bed and on with your life.
The mansion was silent, when you first entered it. You found your laptop on the couch, on the same spot where you were sitting the previous night, and some of your belongings on the kitchen table.
You left a go-to cup of Jon’s hot coffee on the island, opening your computer to take another look at your boss’ schedule. After morning practice, he had to be headed towards his favorite restaurant to have lunch with his brother, and then, he had a session with his personal trainer later in the afternoon.
Just as you were thinking about the fact that you needed to go pick up a present for his mother’s birthday, you heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs. Jonathan was walking behind a blonde-haired woman, his hair messy as she sported a smile.
The sight of him with another woman had you regretting your previous night's reckless decisions even more. She was pretty, he seemed happy, and you felt dumb. Dumb to even have hoped for a small moment that it might have meant something to him, dumb because you were jealous of her, even though you had been the one to run away, after getting your moment with Jon.
His eyes found yours when he finally stepped foot inside the first floor. You held back a fresh set of tears as you looked back down at the computer screen, biting on your bottom lip as you tried to zone out.
“And that’s the door,” you heard him say quickly. “Y/N, I can-”
“Call me later?” The woman interrupted him, voice as sweet as honey as he opened the door for her, trying to get her out of the house as fast as possible.
“Sure. Bye,” the door was shut loudly behind her, the echo of his footsteps impressing itself into your mind as he made his way inside the kitchen.
“Y/N, I can explain,”
“You have lunch after practice with your brother,” you said, voice monotone as you avoided eye contact with him in every possible way. “Then a session with your personal trainer at five. Want me to schedule you a call with that woman, too?”
“Listen, Y/N, she was here because after last night-”
“Last night was totally unprofessional from both of our sides,” you stated, finally sending him a sharp look. “I’d prefer if the matter won’t be discussed anymore, Jonathan,”
“Y/N-”
“Practice is in five, I’d start leaving the house, if I was you,” you mumbled. “I’ll be out to get your mother her birthday present from you,”
“Fuck, her birthday, yes,” he muttered, grabbing his keys and coat as he settled for leaving the house, knowing just how much he had fucked up. “I thought we could have gone together?”
“Your schedule is pretty packed, but I could see,”
“Please?” He asked, voice soft for the first time. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the tears that were slowly swelling up as you nodded your head. He wanted to talk, it was obvious, and you just couldn’t say no to your boss.
“Thursday afternoon,”
“Thank you,” he sighed out, grabbing his cup of coffee before leaving the house, his mind elsewhere. “I’ll see you later,”
As soon as the door closed behind him, you let the tears fall. As much as you wanted to put up a tough facade, you had been broken, and you felt like your whole world had been dropped. You felt confused, heartbroken, jealous.
You pressed on Laila’s contact, sniffling when she picked up. “Y/N?”
“Oh, Laila,” you sobbed, even surprising yourself. “Why am I so stupid?”
She was confused, to say the least. You hadn’t called her in tears for what felt like ages; hell, work had gotten you so busy you hadn’t called her for months. Everything had come out of your mouth so quickly it had you shocked: you explained to her the teasing, the famous night, and just what had happened minutes prior, tears streaming down your face as if you’d never experienced heartbreak before.
The fact that you even felt heartbroken from your boss, Jonathan Toews, felt unreal. You had pushed your feelings for him aside for so long that you weren’t expecting to feel that hurt over something so small. You were shocking your own self.
“Why am I even crying over him, Lai?” You sniffled, wiping the leftover tears on your cheeks with the back of your hands.
“You clearly have feelings for him, Y/N,”
You closed your mouth shut at her words, shock evident in your voice as you stuttered. “But I barely even know him!”
“I don’t know, Y/N,” Silence came from Laila’s line, a long sigh could only be heard as the two of you stopped talking. “This might sound so cheesy, but listen to your heart, Y/N,”
You sniffled at her words, still unsure of everything going on in your life as your heart still felt quite broken even after venting to your cousin. You needed time to figure things out, time to think.
And time was what you gave yourself.
-----
“Hey, thanks for coming,” Jonathan greeted you softly, his eyes finding yours when you stopped in front of him. “I’m not the greatest at gifts,”
You giggled, shaking your head as you mindlessly let your hand grasp his forearm, sending shivers down his spine. “Of course, Jon,”
“I uh- I got the car out,” he pointed towards his Tesla, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “I know you prefer walking, but I exaggerated at the gym earlier and my legs are pretty sore,”
“It’s fine,” you reassured him, his softness making your heartbeat quicken. “Shall we go?”
As if you had snapped him out of his thoughts, he nodded his head, leading you towards the vehicle and opening the passenger door for you. The car was fancy, but you weren’t expecting anything else from him. He was Jonathan Toews, his wristwatch probably cost more than your old college tuition.
You small talked until you reached your destination, the large mall just out of town that hosted the most expensive stores, the ones you were so used to admiring from the distance. You slipped out of the car on your own, looking at the building with a small ounce of anxiousness as you waited for Jon to reach your side.
“You ready?”
You turned around to face him, nodding your head sharply as you tried not to get lost in his wide smile. “Thought you wanted to stay there and gaze at the mall for the rest of the afternoon,”
“No,” you giggled, starting to walk just when his hand slipped on your lower waist, nudging you. Your heart was fluttering, his touch so gentle against your skin as he helped you towards the door. Why did it feel so good when he touched you? You were supposed to hate him, to be disappointed in him; yet, you couldn’t pull away, keep a safe distance between the two of you. It was as if you were magnets, the attraction too much to actually let go.
Snapping out of your trance, you remembered just why you were there, with him, and what you needed to do. “Uh- have you been thinking about anything?”
“Jewelry,” was all he suggested, his hand dropping back to its place next to his waist when you walked inside the large main hall. “She doesn’t wear it too often, but she secretly loves it,”
“Okay,” you nodded your head. “Any store in mind?”
“There should be one just around the corner,” he mumbled, directing you around the quite empty mall with large strides. He was right, one of the largest jewelry you had ever seen was right in front of your eyes, the prettiest diamonds being exposed right next to rings and earrings.
“Woah,”
“I know,” was all Jonathan mumbled, dragging you along with him inside the store. You had an employee at your side the moment you walked in, her eyes barely even acknowledging you as she started blabbering about the shop and what they sold, entirely focused on your boss.
“We’re here for a gift, but I think we won’t have trouble looking on our own,” Jon politely said, sending the woman a small smile just as he pulled you close to his side by your waist, making you repress a gasp. The woman left soon after, giving you a once-over right before she went back to walking around the store in search of people to help.
You were struggling to breathe when he released your body, his eyes going to the jewels behind the displays as he kept you close. “I’m sorry about that. She was making me uncomfortable,”
“It’s okay,” was all you were able to mumble, following his gaze on a necklace. “Is she one for necklaces?”
“Not really,”
“Maybe earrings?”
“Yeah, she wears those often,” Jon nodded his head, searching for the displayer with the earrings. “I want something she could wear every day, though,”
“Something simple,” you hummed, your eyes raking around the various pairs of earrings. You came across a pair that looked like white gold in the shape of a flower, tempested with small, white diamonds.
You carefully pointed towards them, your fingers catching Jon’s attention. “Those look pretty,” he mumbled as he called over another shop assistant. “Could we get these out? I want to see them closer,”
The pair was in front of your eyes before you knew it, shining under the warm lights of the store. You had to refrain yourself from letting your eyes widen at the price tag, deciding to let them focus on Jonathan’s expression. “What do you think about them?”
“I think they might be too big to be casual,” was all he mumbled, glancing towards the displayer again to search for something else. “I was also thinking about a bracelet, you know?”
“I’ll go take a look at some of those for you,” you whispered, smiling his way before moving towards the other side of the store, where the bracelets were located. The diamonds and pearls were all staring back at you, begging to be bought as you talked lightly with the shopping assistant.
You didn’t even realize you had been stuck on one specific item until the lady helping you caught your attention. “That’s a Cartier,” she smiled your way. “Simple but classy, they’ve been selling pretty quickly,”
“It’s really beautiful,” you whispered, batting your lashes a few times to push yourself out of your daydream before focusing on the rest of the collections. You were pretty sure Jonathan would like the bracelet you picked out: a small, golden chain with a charm that represented family, also stutted with diamonds.
“Found anything interesting?”
You jumped when you heard Jon’s voice from behind you, his palm finding its place on your smaller back again as he stood by your side. “Thoughts on this one? The charm represents family,”
Jonathan was gentle as he lifted up the jewel, looking at it attentively before smiling your way. “I think we found the one,”
With a smile, you went to take a look at the earrings he had chosen, leaving Jonathan on his own in front of the bracelets. “We’re getting that one,” he mumbled to the shopping assistant, pointing towards the present for his mother. “Was she looking at anything else when she was alone?”
“The young woman?”
Jonathan nodded, hoping the employee could help him out in some ways. He had felt the urge to buy you something from the moment he first saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of the jewels. He knew it was wrong, but he felt like he might have needed it someday: maybe as an apology, or maybe as just a present.
“She was looking at this one,” the woman said, nonchalantly taking out of its displayer the Cartier rose gold bracelet you had been gazing at for minutes.
Just the best way to spoil his girl, he thought. “Add it to the rest, please. And don’t use a separate bag for it,”
“Of course, sir,” the woman smiled, leading him towards the checkout. “I’m sure she’ll love it,”
The two of you left the store soon after he swiped his credit card, heading towards the parking lot in silence. Your time together had come to an end, and you felt weird when the thought of missing him even crossed your mind. He had shown you softness, even regret, throughout the afternoon, and you realized you had gotten to know another part of him. The sensitive part, the part that was in some way asking you to give him another chance.
“I know I fucked up the other day,” Jonathan said when he started the car, the flashbacks of him walking the woman out rising back to life inside your brain. “And I know that you don’t want to talk about it anymore, but I owe you an apology,”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as he kept driving, the city running past your eyes. He was willing to admit his mistakes, but were you going to let him back into your heart?
“Okay,”
He seemed surprised when you answered, but snapped back to reality quickly. “Take a day off, tomorrow,” he said, his eyes finding yours quickly before directing them back to the streets.
“But you have the game, Jon,”
“I want you to come to the game, have some fun,” he said, words authoritative as he kept his eyes trained on the road, your panties dampening just at the tone of his voice. “And then go out for drinks with me after it,”
That was anything but professional, if you thought about it, but was your heart going to stop you? There was nothing holding you back anymore. You took a fast glance at his face, not realizing he had caught you until his eyes met with yours. “Y/N?”
“Okay,”
You suppressed a smile as he drove towards your apartment complex, playing with your fingers in your lap as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Your usual Friday night was going to take a turn: you weren’t going to watch Jonathan play behind the screen of your TV anymore, and you weren’t going to daydream about him before falling asleep.
Friday night was going to be different, and you knew it.
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Friday was calm. The sun was warm on your skin as you read a book on your couch, thankful for a morning off and some time to figure your life out. It had taken you a while to realize just how much you had been ignoring your own mental health, how you really felt, and your day off seemed to be just the perfect way to understand yourself better.
It felt confusing, if you had to be honest. Your heart was more than ready to give itself entirely to Jonathan: to give him your all, to wake up in the morning next to him, to make memories together. Your brain, though, made you feel like it was wrong, almost dirty.
You wanted the two of them to find a solution to all their divergences, to make it easier for you. You couldn’t bear the confusion anymore, staying away from Jon was already hard enough.
Laila’s words replayed themselves in your mind while you took a shower, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. What if you really had feelings for him, though? The way your heartbeat quickened every time he said your name was almost enough to answer your question; the butterflies dancing in your stomach every time you’d feel his touch were so evident you almost laughed at yourself for not realizing it sooner.
The sexual tension, at the same time, was something you clearly couldn’t ignore. You were so sure that it was what it had made you attracted to him in the first place, the warm feeling deep in your stomach, or just the way you were burning for him.
By the time evening rolled around, you felt nervous. You were worried you were dressed correctly for the game, but totally underdressed for drinks; you were worried you were going to make a fool out of yourself, as always, or that you were going to embarrass him.
The doorbell was enough to snap you out of your trance, making you grab your coat and purse in a rush before leaving the apartment building, only to be faced with a black car and a man in a suit. A driver?
“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N,” was all the man said, opening the door for the backseat for you in a quick second. “Mr. Toews wasn’t able to drive you, so I’m here to pick you up,”
“Thank you,” you said, holding back the last remnants of shock in you as you slid inside the car. The lights of the city moved past you as you were driven towards the arena in silence, the city looking busy as red and white jerseys packed the sidewalks.
You felt like you were in a movie. Never in your life had you thought you would have been in the backseat of an expensive car, a driver sent by your boss chaperoning you towards the destination.
“Miss, this is your ticket,”
The car had stopped, and you had realized just then that you had reached the arena, your heart starting to leap out of your chest. “Could I stay here a little more?” You asked, voice small as you hoped for a ‘yes’, suddenly overwhelmed with what was going to happen throughout the night.
“Of course, miss,” the man smiled, almost as if he wanted to reassure you everything was going to be okay, like a guardian angel.
Jonathan wanted to apologize to you, that was what was going to happen, nothing more. What were you even worrying about? Pushing all your worries aside, you grabbed your ticket and thanked the driver, following the mass of people towards the entrance of the arena.
You heard multiple excited conversations about the game, both from Blackhawks fans and from Sabres fans. You felt slightly out of place in the crowd of people dressed in red, already holding beers in their hands as they talked, even chanted their team’s name.
You found out just after getting inside the building that you were reserved a spot with the team’s close family members, a lot calmer than the spots near the rink itself. When you walked inside the room, you were met with who you could only guess were some of the player’s parents, but a group of younger women was by far taking over the room.
They were all sporting the team’s jersey, the players’ last names on their backs never repeating on the other girls’ shirts. You silently took a seat, noticing you had the best view of the rink, from the highest spot of the building.
“Newbie?”
Your head snapped to the side to meet with a girl slightly older than you, a smile on her face as she sat next to you. “What?” You asked, slightly confused at her word.
“I’ve never seen you around here before,” she explained. “I’m Amanda, Kane’s girlfriend,”
“Oh, I’m- I’m Y/N, I work for Toews,”
“Oh, so you are new here,” she giggled, shaking your hand softly. “I’ve heard about you,”
“You did?” You asked, holding back a giggle.
“I’ve heard Jon talk about you many times,” Amanda confessed, your heart fluttering at what she said. Jonathan talked about you? “You know, other girlfriends and I are just sticking together for the game. Do you want to join us?”
The offer was given to you quickly, you weren’t even able to process the fact that Jonathan’s friends knew about you, in some kind of way. You were a total stranger to them, and yet, they knew you, they wanted you to join them. “That would be awesome,” you smiled her way. “Thank you,”
When she went back to the group, you glanced down at your phone, sending Jonathan a quick text before, eventually, joining your new companions.
Good luck, Jon :)
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“Honestly, I’m so happy they won,” Amanda mumbled, looking over the few people in the hallway right before the changing room to see if the team was going to come out soon. “They really deserved it,”
A few noises of agreement came from the rest of the WAGs, the girls you had joined just a few hours prior. “What are your plans tonight, ladies?”
Most of the girls talked about going home, relaxing with their significant other, and enjoying the night; one of the wives mumbled about leaving for a small trip right after being done at the rink, and somebody else talked about going to a club. When you were asked, your cheeks heated up.
“We’re going out for drinks,” you mumbled, nervously playing with your fingers as most of the girls smiled your way.
“And you’re just working for him? Girl, don’t lie to us,” Becca, another girl, pushed your shoulder jokingly.
“What are you ladies mumbling about?” Patrick walked towards your group, wrapping an arm around Amanda’s waist as she giggled. His eyes found yours in a second, scanning your face as a smirk planted itself on his lips. “You’re Y/N, right? Nice to meet you,”
“Hi,” you smiled, your attention quickly snapping towards someone else when a familiar hand settled itself on your smaller back.
“Hey,” Jon said, propping his bag up his shoulder as he looked down at you. “Good evening, ladies,”
The girls barely even answered, too busy with greeting their husbands and boyfriends and congratulating them to actually acknowledge the captain. “Did you have fun?” He asked, his thumb drawing small circles on your back, your stomach filling with butterflies all over again.
“Of course I did,” you smiled.
“You busy tonight, Jon?” Patrick asked, snapping the two of you out of your trance. “Drinks at mine?”
“We’re going out,” Jonathan stated, looking at his teammate with a smile. “Next time, I promise,”
You still couldn’t contain the giddy feeling whenever he referred to the two of you as ‘we’, it was something that had always made you so smitten.
“It’s fine, man. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Patrick winked, leaving you just enough time to say goodbye to Amanda before the two were off on their own.
“Shall we go?” Jon asked, his eyes focused on yours as the hallway cleared out around you. With a nod of your head, the two of you were headed off towards his car, reaching in just a few minutes a fancy bar.
The lights inside were dim, and it wasn’t the usual kind of bar filled with bodies and loud music. There were tables, just a few of them occupied by people enjoying their drinks in silence as soft jazz music set the vibe. It was cozy, in some kind of way, even if the place was extremely out of your reach.
A table was reserved for you near one of the ample windows facing a rainy Chicago, the warmth inside the room making you breathe out a sigh of relief. “I like this place,” you said, looking around the room with a smile on your face.
“I’ve been coming here for years, now,” Jon admitted, taking a seat in front of you. “I don’t like normal bars too much, they’re too messy,”
“This place represents you, in some way,” you mumbled, your eyes finding his.
“I guess it does,” was all he mumbled before ordering your drinks, voice firm as he talked to the waitress. You were sure he couldn’t see the way she was looking at him, heart-eyed as she scribbled down the drinks as best as she could, it was almost funny.
When she left you to yourselves, silence built between you. You were more than nervous, to say the least, and he seemed to be in his thoughts, in his own world. He clearly was snapped out of his trance when your drinks were slipped in front of you.
“Y/N, I just wanted to apologize for everything,” he spoke, looking at the liquid inside his glass quickly before letting his eyes meet yours. “I never thought things would go like that, I even tried to hold myself back, but I didn’t make it,”
“It’s okay, Jon,” you whispered, playing with the rim of your glass as you tried to find some words to say. “I have to apologize too, what I did was anything but professional,”
“Y/N, it’s not your fault,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you. “If it wasn’t for me, things would have been normal, now,”
You stared at him for a moment, his dark eyes holding yours as you tried to not mutter out what you had been thinking about for ages, your body shaking in anticipation as you played with your fingers.
“I don’t want them to be normal, though,” you whispered with your last ounce of courage, shocking your own self as you bit on your lip. He looked at you in silence, making it hard for you to understand what he was feeling. “I wish you knew how I feel whenever you touch me, or when you say my name, Jon,”
There was a beat before he spoke, his voice firm after taking a sip of his drink. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,”
“I want you to make me yours, even if it’s just for one night,” you breathed out, holding eye contact as you said your next words. “Even if it might not work,”
He adjusted himself on his chair, biting on his bottom lip as his pupils dilated, giving you a once over. “Don’t play with fire, sweetheart,”
“Am not,” your voice was coated with lust as his hand traveled up your thigh with anything but hesitance. “You can take me home if you want me, Captain,”
He held your eyes for another moment, downing his whiskey before standing up, dropping a bill on the table. “Stand up,” was all he said, voice dark as he looked down at you. You fell into your submissive character as soon as his voice became authoritative, automatically jumping to your feet and following him out of the bar, the cold rain falling on your face.
The drive was silent, filled with tension as Jonathan went over the speed limit, the streets empty. His hand was on your thigh, too close to your center to even make you think straight. Everything was going too fast, but you didn’t care anymore.
Were the few sips of alcohol making you intoxicated, or was it Jon? Was it the strong scent of his cologne, the touch of his hand on your skin, his dark eyes?
His grip on your thigh tightened when he parked the car inside his garage, his eyes meeting yours for a long moment before he finally leaned in, over the console, and kissed you.
His lips were softer than you could remember, but there wasn’t anything soft about the way he was kissing you, grabbing you to pull you over his lap. You were eager to see where things were going to head, curious to explore more of him, and he was feeling the same way.
As his tongue caressed yours, his hands found their way towards your ass, pushing your center even closer to his growing bulge. You bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan, your hands dropping to his chest to undo his already messy tie.
He pulled away to breathe in some air, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck as he grazed your throat with his teeth, shivers running down your spine. “Jon-”
“Say my name, sweetheart,” he said, voice dark as he threw his undone tie in the backseat. His hand dipped inside your jeans, tracing over your panties as he kept eye contact. “Tell the world who makes you feel good,”
“Jon-” you moaned again, head thrown back as he grasped your neck to pull you closer again, letting his lips find yours for another heated kiss, his hips bucking up to meet yours.
“Let’s head inside, baby,” was all he grumbled against your lips, hands on your thighs as he opened the car door. You whined, not wanting the moment to end, which made his voice darken even more. “Don’t be a brat. I’m not fucking you in my car on our first time. I’m better than that,”
You had to hold back a moan as he carefully exited the car, holding your body in his arms as he expertly walked towards the elevator, his mouth on yours. You were so lost in him you barely even registered your back hitting his comforter a few minutes later, his body hovering over yours as he wrapped your legs around his waist.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to have you like this,” he grumbled in your ear, breathing heavily as he pushed your shirt over your head, your bra following along. “Under me, at my mercy,”
His words, followed by his lips on your breasts, made the coil inside your stomach tighten. He felt so close, so real. You realized you weren’t on your own, in your room late at night, taking care of all the pent-up tension anymore. Jonathan Toews - the man who had been the center of your world for months, the man who had kept you up at night ever since he had first laid eyes on you - was on top of you, finally giving life to every fantasy of yours, and probably also of his.
His touch wasn’t as soft as it used to be anymore, his hands roughly moving from your sides to the button of your jeans, opening it in a rush as his lips found your skin again. His fingers ghosted over your heat, making you moan out a curse.
“Jon, don’t stop,” you breathed out, his lips kissing their way down to your navel. He was faced with your heat in a second, his hands pushing your underwear down your legs. You had to suppress a whine when the cold air of his room hit your heated core, your walls contracting around nothing as he let the pad of his index finger trace your slit.
“Look at you,” he whispered, licking his lips as he watched you quiver under his mere touch. “So drenched for me,”
He placed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you just right as you whimpered under his touch, your fingers grasping his hair just when he finally let his mouth find your center. He was eager to learn what ticked you off, what made you feel good, what you needed to come off the edge. He had wanted to know for so long.
Jonathan sucked your clit in his mouth, the strangled moan that left your lips being enough to make his pants tighten even more. His tongue slid down to your entrance, his strong arms holding your waist down when you tried to follow his movements, to get some relief.
“Don’t make me tie you down, sweetheart,” was all he said, voice deep as his eyes bore deep into yours, sending you into a state of submission. When he dipped down again, he kept eye contact, his humming against your heat almost bringing you over the edge.
His tongue was making you feel stars, touching places you didn’t even know could make you feel so weak. He knew what he was doing, and he took pride in it. By the time one of his fingers slid inside of you, you were a moaning mess, everything inside your body screaming at you to let go.
Jon was attentive, keeping his eyes on you to see just how good he was making you feel, just how easily he could work you over the edge. But, just as you were about to give in and let the orgasm take over you, he stopped his movements, his lips kissing their way up your body again.
“Want to take it slow,” he whispered in your ear teasingly, biting your lobe and letting you know you weren’t going to leave the bed anytime soon. His mouth was on yours again, your taste on his lips making you moan.
Your hands were quick at undoing the buttons of his white, neatly ironed, shirt; your fingers didn’t hesitate when they touched the newfound skin of his chest, so warm and soft it made you melt.
His pants were off in a second, thrown in a corner of the room as his lips stayed on yours. You didn’t think you’d be able to separate after the night, after finally giving in and letting yourselves get close.
You were eagerly palming his cock over his boxers, ready to push yourself to your knees and give him what he had been thinking about for months. His hand gripped your wrists tightly just when you were about to push his undergarments down his thighs, your eyes snapping up to his when he shook his head. “Tonight’s about you, sweet girl,” he whispered, letting his free hand card through your already messy hair before giving it a firm tug. “On your hands and knees,”
His authoritative voice had always made you oh so desperate for him, and that time, it wasn’t any different. You were positioned in the middle of the bed as quickly as you could, your ass up in the air as he explored your body with his eyes.
“So pretty for me,” he muttered, discarding his boxers before making his way towards you. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to kiss your spine. “Beg for it, baby girl,”
“Please, Jon-” you whined, burying your face in his pillows, completely at his mercy. “Please, fuck me,”
The chuckle that left his body was enough to make you clench around air again, the shameless moan that exited your mouth getting muffled by the soft material of his pillows. “So desperate,” he unexpectedly slid his length inside of you, the stretch making chills run down your spine as a string of curses left his lips.
“Fuck- so tight for me, sweetheart,” he breathed out, his hips stuttering for a quick second before he started to thrust into you, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass harshly filling the room.
His thrusts were quick, his skin slapping against yours rhythmically as you moaned loudly. One of his hands gripped your hair, pulling your head away from his pillows, the sting of his pulling sending pleasure to your clit.
“I want to hear every single moan,” he grumbled in your ear, his punishing pace sending you into subspace as your high neared again, your legs struggling to keep the rest of your body up. He could feel your walls constricting around him, making his own pleasure even more evident as he tried to keep his cool.
Your moans became louder again when you started to tip over the edge, but you were denied your orgasm again when Jon pulled his cock out of you, gently handling you around.
You found yourself on your back, legs spread for him as he tapped his cock against your overstimulated entrance, a smirk on his face as he entered you again. “Want you to look at me when I make you cum, sweetheart,”
His words had you whimpering, your eyes closing as he moved inside of you, the new angle making you feel even better. His hand slipped down your body, reaching your clit and teasing it as he kept his bruising pace.
“Jon- Jon I’m going to cum,” you breathed out, your legs wrapping around his middle as they slightly shook, holding him closer to you.
“Look at me,” he said, his fingers on your clit speeding up. “I said, look at me, Y/N,”
You let your eyes meet his as your orgasm made your body shake, a shout of his name leaving your mouth as your walls convulsed around his cock. You were breathing harshly as he helped you ride your high, his hips snapping quickly against yours as he held back groans.
He pulled out quickly, coming all over your stomach with a loud groan as you tried to gain back your breathing, your eyes struggling to stay open. The room sat in silence as he left the bed, only to come back a few minutes later to clean you up.
He took care of the cum on your stomach, gently cleaning it with a wet towel before going back to his position between your thighs. “You did so good for me, tonight,” he whispered, hushing your whines when the towel touched your sensitive skin. “Such a good girl,”
“I probably should go,” you mumbled sleepily, trying to push yourself out of his bed only to be interrupted by his voice.
“Stay the night, Y/N. Please,”
“Jon-”
“Please,” he repeated, taking a seat next to your laying body on his bed. His eyes were scanning your face for any kind of discomfort as he let his hand card through your hair, the moment of softness making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
As you looked up at him, you found yourself realizing just where you were, just where you were laying. Your eyes really met his bedroom for the first time at that moment, noticing every single small piece of him that was resting inside the place that he found most personal, the place he barely let people in.
He was sharing it with you, the part of him that most people barely even knew.
He slid with you under the covers, pulling your body close to his as his eyes found yours. He pushed a strand of stray hair away from your face, his other hand drawing shapes on your smaller back.
“What are we doing, Jon?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hand cupping your cheek as he sighed out. Silence settled between you as you tried to figure out what was happening between the two of you, if your relationship had changed, but his voice filled the room again. “You know, I was in need of release after you ran away, that night,” he mumbled, his fingers toying with the ends of your curls. “There wasn’t a moment where I wasn’t thinking about you, when I was with that girl. It was a mistake-”
“Jon, please, stop it,” you whispered, looking up at him with a small smile. “I accept your apology,”
Your words seemed to put him at peace, at least for the night, and he pulled you even closer. “Get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning,” he whispered, tenderly kissing the top of your head as you cuddled on his side. Your body was tired, but your heart was beating quickly against your ribcage at how your night had ended.
Not only did you have the best sex of your life with the man you had been wishing for ever since day one, but you also found yourself cuddling by his side, his warm body pressed against yours. The question that left your lips was slurred by sleep, but you needed to know, you needed to know if it wasn’t going to end just so soon.
“Will you be there when I wake up?”
There was a beat after you said your words, his hand carding your hair one more time as he smiled.
“Of course I will,”
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“Good morning,”
The whispered greeting had you slowly waking up, the warmth of Jon’s body close to yours making you breathe out a sigh of fondness. “Hey,”
“How did you sleep?” the man beside you asked, voice still sleepy as he played with your bed hair. You had to repress a giggle at his question, hiding your face in his chest as you mumbled out your answer.
“Like a baby,”
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you as the other held his phone, his eyes focused on the screen. “Plans for the day?”
“You have to meet up with your coach this afternoon,” you said, your fingers drawing shapes on his naked chest. “What time is it?”
“Nine,”
“Jon, you’re late to practice,” you scolded him with a sigh, rolling your eyes when he shrugged.
“Everybody needs a day off,” he said, making a chuckle leave your mouth. “I’ll go grab us breakfast, don’t fall back asleep without me,”
A peck was placed on your lips as Jon left the bed, your body missing his warmth after just a few seconds of being apart. You looked at the ceiling as you took in the events of the previous night, well-accustomed to the butterflies in your stomach.
You had to refrain yourself from clenching your legs at the flashbacks from the late-night activities, instead biting on your bottom lip as you remembered just how good it felt to be touched by Jonathan.
His hands on your skin, his mouth on your body, his eyes locked with yours.
You weren’t ready to leave him, though. You weren’t ready to forget about the night the two of you had spent together, to name it ‘just a one-night stand’. You wanted to wake up every morning next to him, to scold him when he was late, to spend endless nights talking about your lives after some good sex, and to be his. That was what you wanted.
You settled on getting ready as best as you could, taking a quick shower and throwing on his discarded button-up from the previous night, his cologne invading your nostrils as soon as the expensive material slid over your skin.
You heard the front door shutting after you had just made yourself comfortable in the kitchen, your laptop opened in front of your eyes as Jonathan put the coffees on the table. “Got bagels. Is it okay?”
“More than okay,” you smiled, your eyes meeting his as you took a sip from your cup. “I hope me taking a quick shower wasn’t a problem,”
“Not at all,” he smiled, seemingly noticing your outfit just then, as he leaned against the kitchen counter while he took a bite of his food. His eyes roamed your figure for a long while, your cheeks becoming quite heated as you kept your gaze on your computer screen. “You look good in my clothes,”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes from last night,” you whispered, biting on your lip as you avoided his eye contact.
“That shirt looks better on you anyway,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he peeked at your laptop. “What do you have to do, today?”
“Just picking up some clothes at the dry and clean,” you mumbled, taking a bite out of your bagel. “Oh, I also need to pick up some packages,”
“I’ll come with you,” he mumbled, letting his hands squeeze your waist quickly before going back to stand against the kitchen counter. Your heart was beating against your ribcage as you tried to act unbothered, one of your hands running through your hair.
“You have other stuff to do, Jon,” you sighed, turning around to face him.
“Don’t care,” he smirked, his thumb and index finger grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. His lips ghosted over yours teasingly as you struggled to breathe, the warmth in your stomach invading your entire body. “The world can wait a little more,”
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Huffing as you walked around the halls of the United Center, you were trying to hold all your stress under control. It was a stressful day for Jon and you, probably the most stressful day the two of you had ever had, and things had been going okay.
Well, they had been going okay until Jonathan was nowhere to be seen after morning practice, your busy schedule being put on hold as you scanned through every room inside the building anxiously.
He had a meeting, a very important one, in fact. Coaches, PR teams and the most important people of the Blackhawks were all finding themselves in one room to discuss important business, and the captain just couldn’t be late.
His coach had mumbled something about him being extremely distracted during the previous weeks, his head going elsewhere whenever it was possible, and it didn’t take a while for you to realize it was because of you.
It had been a few weeks ever since the night, and you were confused, to say the least. You felt as if you had gone back in time, when all the two of you could share was teasing touches, deep eye contact, and sexual tension. Why were you two playing hard to get?
The large doors of the dressing room snapped you out of your thoughts, your heart hammering against your chest as you wondered whether it was a good idea or not to actually search for him inside. It probably was an invasion of privacy, right?
You almost squealed in fear when the doors opened, revealing one of Jon’s teammates, a beaten-up look on his face as his eyes met yours. “Can I help you?”
“I, uh- is Jonathan in there?” You asked nervously, sighing in relief when the younger guy nodded his head absentmindedly. “Thank you,”
He muttered something under his breath as he walked away, leaving you to open the doors to the changing room in silence. You were faced with emptiness, just the faint sounds of shuffling entering your ears as you looked around the room.
“Jonathan?”
“Ah, just who I wanted to see,”
His face sported a smirk when he walked towards the main hall of the room, dressed in only one of his extremely tight thermal shirts and a pair of boxers. He was hot, and he knew it; hell, he even took pride in it, you were sure.
“Missed you, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his body. You seemed to snap back to your thoughts - too busy admiring his Adonis-like body - just then, looking up at him with a stern look.
“Jonathan, you’ve got a meeting to attend,” you said, pushing against his chest to get him away from you. “And you’re so fucking late for it,”
“You’re hot when you’re pissed off,” he mumbled, dipping his head to your shoulder to press a line of kisses over your blouse, his fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “Everyone was looking at your ass, sweetheart. Did you know that?”
You closed your eyes as his kisses trailed up your neck, reaching your sweet spot in just a few seconds. You felt in heaven, so deeply pushed into a lust-filled trance by just his mouth as you forgot what was happening outside, what you needed to do. “Had to kick all their asses to get their eyes off of you,”
His possessiveness was sending jolts to your core, his touch so teasing yet so pleasurable as he pressed another coat of kisses down your neck. His hands slid to your ass as he let his body drop down on one of the benches, your legs straddling his waist.
“Jonathan, the meeting starts in ten minutes and you don’t even have a suit on,” you scolded him as best as you could, his fingers undoing the first few buttons of your shirt.
“Just enough time to fuck you,” he whispered against your lips, his mouth on yours a second later as his hands were already pushing your underwear to the side to tease your drenched center. “So wet for me this early in the morning, baby girl?”
You let out a shaky moan as his thumb played with your clit, the pleasure too strong to pull yourself away from him. “We’ve got to be quick, Jon,” Your hands dropped to his bulge, pushing his boxers out of the way as he aligned his cock with your entrance, ignoring your sentence.
“So needy for me,” he muttered, his cock sliding against your walls smoothly as you moaned out his name, your hands tightly gripping his shoulders. To say you were a little surprised to have sex with him for the second time inside the United Center’s dressing room was an understatement, but everything felt just too good to make it end.
“Here we go, sweetheart,” he whispered, nipping on your earlobe as his hands helped you rock your hips against his, a sharp moan leaving your lips at the stretch. A few groans left his mouth when you picked up the pace, one of his hands dropping to your clit as he relished in the pleasure.
“Jon-” you moaned, your head lulling back as he kissed your neck, his teeth leaving a love bite on your skin. He knew it was something he shouldn’t have done, that marking was for kids, but he wanted the world to know you were his, even if he didn’t have the balls to make you his.
He seemed to be pushed in a trance as you speeded up even more, trying to chase your high and bring him to his as quickly as possible, time clicking. “I’m gonna cum,” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as the pleasure became too much.
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he spoke, voice sweet as he let his lips find yours again. “Milk my cock, baby,”
Your eyes locked with his as you came, mouth opened in a silent moan as your cunt clenched around his length, bringing him unbelievably close to his orgasm. You kept moving on top of him as best as you could, your sensitive pussy making you whine.
“I gotta cum, sweetheart,” he groaned in your ear, subtly telling you he needed to pull out. Your cheeks, as heated as they already were, seemed to burn even more as you whispered your next words, hiding your face from him.
“I’m on the pill,”
“Fuck- shit-” he muttered under his breath, the thought of being able to cum inside of you sending him over the edge, his abs clenching as he released against your walls. You caught your breaths together, his forehead leaning against yours after he pecked your lips gently.
Your eyes dropped to your watch, noticing you had just a few minutes before the start of the meeting, another curse leaving your lips. “Jon, you better get yourself ready,” you said, pulling yourself away from his body to fix yourself up.
You were hoping it wasn’t too evident that you had just fucked with your boss inside the dressing rooms as you made your way towards the doors, ready to leave.
“Y/N?”
You turned around to face Jonathan, who was messily trying to put on the tailored suit you loved on him. “What?”
There was a beat of silence as he pulled on his slacks, sending you a quick look. “The team is hosting this gala, next weekend,” he mumbled, cheeks rosy as he avoided your eye contact. “I was wondering if you wanted to come along?”
“Are you asking me out, Jon?” You giggled, biting on your bottom lip.
“I’m trying to,” he huffed. “You obviously don’t have to, if you-”
“Yes,”
“What?”
“Yes, I’ll be your date,” you giggled, tugging him close to you by the collar of his shirt to kiss him, your body relaxing against his. When you pulled back, a smile was resting on his lips, your heart beating out of your chest. “Now, get ready. There’s a meeting we have to be at,”
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You were so fucked.
The Cartier bracelet was on your wrist, shining under the lights of your apartment as you touched up your makeup, stomach churning nervously. You had come home to a couple of boxes on your bed, well-known names printed on top of them, and you were shocked, to say the least.
The material of your dress - a classy, black cocktail dress - was soft against your skin, and you were trying to refrain yourself from looking it up and check the price tag. The bracelet had been your breaking point, your eyes tearing up at the sight of the rose gold accessory you had found yourself admiring more than a month prior.
It felt strange to get spoiled by someone, you were going to be honest.
You heard the faint knock just as you were slipping on a dark pair of stilettos, your lips pulling into a smile as you opened the door, your eyes falling onto your date. He seemed speechless as he gave your body a once-over, his eyes softening at your smile.
“You look stunning, sweetheart,” he said, voice gentle as he tried to tear his eyes off of you. His hand slipped into yours, pushing it up to his lips to leave a lingering kiss on your skin, his eyes finding just later the bracelet he had given you.
“Thank you, Jon,” you whispered, cheeks heating up at his comment. He was looking better than ever in his all-black suit, matching your outfit perfectly, and it was hard for you to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bait.
“We should head out, I know you hate being late,” Jon mumbled, his eyes still not leaving you as you locked the front door behind yourself, his body close to yours. He led you out of the building with a gentle arm around your waist, nothing but warmth filling your chest as he helped you inside the car.
You were in silence as the driver moved the car around the city, directed towards the venue, Jon’s hand staying firmly on your thigh. You had so much on your mind, so much keeping you in your thoughts, and Jon seemed to notice.
“What’s happening in that pretty head of yours, darling?” He whispered, the palm on your thigh moving to grasp your hand.
“You- you bought me all this stuff and-”
“This is my way of saying thank you,” he whispered, smiling your way as the car came to a halt. “I actually bought the Cartier when we were shopping for my mom’s presents,”
Your eyebrows scrunched as you chuckled, giving him a shocked look as he helped you out of the vehicle. “Really?”
“Yeah,”
“You never told me if your mother liked the gifts,” you whispered as the two of you walked inside the venue, your arms linked together as people smiled your way.
“She did,” he stated, greeting one of his teammates with a nod of his head. “She loved the bracelet more than I thought she would,”
You smiled proudly, waving excitedly towards Amanda when her eyes caught yours. “God, Y/N, you look so beautiful tonight!” She squealed, pulling you in a hug as Patrick and Jon talked, her hands gentle on your skin as she took a good look at you.
You thanked her shyly, leaning against Jon’s side as your attention was pushed towards the center of the room, where they were announcing the start of the gala. You were introduced to various people throughout the night - shaking hands, hugging wives and girlfriends, even waving to some little kids - and you felt quite tired when you found yourself in the middle of a makeshift dance floor, your arms wrapped around Jonathan’s neck.
He seemed to be in his thoughts, his touch warm on your skin as the two of you messily swayed to the music, your eyes closing. “What are you thinking about, Jon?”
“It’s complicated, sweetheart,” he whispered, sighing when your head found its place on his shoulder.
“Tell me about it, I’m willing to listen,”
He chuckled, his thumb drawing shapes on your back as he tried to find the words, the courage, to tell you he was in love with you. He hadn’t felt like that in ages, so whipped for someone, so willing to give them the world, if they asked. It felt scary, he had never fallen in love that quickly for anyone before, but something in him told him you weren’t a mistake. You were the one.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder. “And I truly can’t get you out of my mind, in any way I try. You’re my constant thought, no matter where I am or who I am with.
“I wake up every morning, and the first person I see is you. When I come home, you’re there to ask about my day, always smiling,” your body stopped swaying as you listened to his words, the world surrounding you stopping as you focused on the moment. “You’re who I want to see every moment of the day, you’re who I want to wake up next to, and who I want to gift flowers to on Valentine’s day.
“You’re who I want to vent to, and who I want to spend lazy afternoons with. I’ve made mistakes, Y/N, and you’ve always been there to help me through it, to accept my apologies,”
“Jon-” tears were coating your eyes as you realized where he was heading, your heart fluttering.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks as his eyes stared deeply into yours, softness in his voice. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, and it’s scary,”
“I love you, too, Jonathan,” you whispered, your forehead resting against his as you bit your lip. “So much,”
He didn’t seem to care that you were in the middle of a room filled with people, his eyes were gentle as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a kiss you had never experienced before, so full of passion and love.
He pulled you closer to his body as he kissed you again, his gentle hand keeping your face close to his by the jaw as he showed you all his love in just one kiss. When you pulled apart, you didn’t care about the people staring at you and him, or the hushed whispers that they were sharing. You just leaned your forehead against his again, catching your breaths in silence as a giggle erupted from your mouth.
“Be mine, baby,” he whispered, smiling down at you. “My one and only,”
“I’m yours, Jon,”
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holidaywishes · 3 years
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Your Call
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  Summary/Request: Can you write about Freddie and his girl being long distance and just the ups and downs of that I guess? If you could make it smutty that would be cool too 😍
  Warning: soft/fluffy smut as requested, some angst obviously, some fluff
  Author’s Note: Alright! I’ve pretty much locked myself in my room for the weekend because my mom has a conference and the weather is SHITTY so I can’t do stuff outside. So, that means we get to see how many of these requests I can get done. I’m not entirely sure if this is as angsty as you might have wanted, anon, because it doesn’t delve too deep into the “ups and downs” and it is pretty short but I still hope you enjoy it! Stay Golden, loves! <3
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  “I don’t want you to leave” you whined as Freddie packed his bag to go on a two week road trip
  “I know babe,” he sighed, “but I’ll be back before you know it and we’ll talk every chance I get. Like we always do when I go out of town”
  “I hate it”
  “I hate it, too, love” he said before kissing your forehead and hugging you close. You pulled out a sweater from his bag before he could zip it up and kept it close to your chest, “(Y/N), come on,“ he laughed, “I have to go...”
  “You don’t need this sweater” you tried to bargain, as if this sweater was the thing that was going to get him to stay
  “You’re right,” he smirked, “I don’t” he made his way downstairs toward the door, throwing his bag by the door before grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen
  “UGH!” you groaned as you clambered down the stairs
  “Babe, elske,” he chuckled, “it’s only two weeks”
  “BUT THAT’S FOREVER!” you groaned again, “what if I want you? What if I need you?”
  “That’s what this is for” he smirked, circling behind you so you fell against his chest as he showed you a video on his phone. The room was soon filled with moaning and heavy breathing as you watched Freddie thrust into you on his small phone screen
  “FREDDIE!” you shouted, pushing the phone away, “when did you record this? How did I not know you were recording this?”
  “I’m very sneaky”
  “I’m not sure I know how to feel about that” he kissed your temple and whispered in your ear
  “This way we’ll have each other when we feel that need”
  “You think of everything, don’t you?” you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair. He leaned in but didn’t connect his lips with yours, instead he sighed and his breath brushed across your skin, “what?” you asked
  “I have to be on the plane in twenty minutes”
  “Don’t go” you whined
  “I have to...” you finally let him go but hated it the instant you closed the door. He made sure to send you had the video and you found yourself watching it on repeat for almost an hour
  “We’re very good at this,” you giggled, tilting your head slightly, “he’s soooo good at that...” When you finally stopped watching the video, you were unnecessarily out of breath and you felt like your whole body was on fire but as the days drew on, you were starting to feel his absence.
  “Hey,” your friend, Kaycee, called as she walked in through your front door, “where you at?”
  “I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, turning around just as she walked into the room
  “Have you seen this?” she cut right to the point, something she was known to do when there was something on her mind
  “Hello to you to, Kaycee,” you laughed, “have I seen what?”
  “When was the last time you talked to Freddie?” she asked and you furrowed your brow before sitting at the kitchen island
  “Uhmm.. last night?” you replied, “yeah, last night before bed, why?”
  “What time was that?”
  “I don’t know.. it was before bed. What’s going on?”
  “You haven’t talked to him today?” she continued
  “KAYCEE!” you laughed
  “THERE’S A PICTURE!” she yelled as if she was trying to rip off the band-aid
  “Alright,” you said, “what’s the picture?”
  “Freddie...” she started to explain but decided to just hand you her phone instead. The picture wasn’t much to look at, nothing scandalous, just Freddie in a rental car, outside of his hotel -- which was enough to confuse you on its own -- but when you examined it a little more, you noticed that it was fairly early in the morning and there was a girl getting into his car; a girl you didn’t recognize.
  “What is this?” you scoffed uncomfortably
  “No one knows who she is or, at least,” she added, “they haven’t been able to identify her because of her mask”
  “Maybe it’s not what it looks like”
  “Or maybe it’s exactly what it looks like...”
  “Look, Kaycee, I trust Freddie, so whatever it going on here,” you replied, sliding her phone back to her, “doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean anything...”
  “If you say so” she said passively, as if she didn’t believe you and, honestly, it was hard not to think that something else was going on but you did trust Freddie. You just hoped that was enough.
xx
Freddie’s P.O.V
  It had only been a couple days but you were already missing (Y/N) and the way she nibbled on your ear to wake you up in the morning or the way she moaned when you trailed your finger down her neck; you had watched that video so many times that you’d practically timed how long it would take you to get off just from hearing it. 
  “(Y/N)” you whispered into your phone on the plane so the guys wouldn’t hear you
  “Freddie? Why are you whispering?” she grumbled on the other line
  “What are you wearing?” you asked
  “What?”
  “I don’t think the video was enough. I’ve watched it too many times for it to really be effective at this point, so...” he added, “what are you wearing?”
  “Who was that girl...?” she asked suddenly, taking you by surprise
  “What girl?” you stopped whispering
  “The girl outside the hotel. Getting into your car...”
  “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
  “The internet never sleeps, Fred”
  “I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about”
  “Someone saw you picking up a girl outside your hotel, in Edmonton, and they showed it to me,” she said angrily, “because of course they did”
  “She’s on staff. Her car broke down but we were going to the same place so I offered to give her a ride” you defended
  “That’s it?” she replied and you could tell she didn’t believe you
  “Why would I hookup with some random girl outside of a hotel when I have you? Whose call I look forward to every night, whose face pops into my head all the time, whose breasts I want to message right now, whose lips I want to kiss every second, every minute of every day?” you rambled
  “I hate this” she whined
  “What?” you asked
  “Being away from you,” she groaned, “you being away from me”
  “I do, too, but it’s only one more week”
  “It’s still more than a week”
  “Only by a couple of days”
  “Please, don’t pick up any more girls outside of your hotel, okay?” she pleaded and you assured her before hanging up. You sat back in your seat and sighed, imagining what she might be doing now that you’d woken her up, but hating that she was having all these thoughts rolling around her head that you couldn’t ease with a kiss or four.
xx
  After you’d accused Freddie of cheating on you, the two of you spoke every second of his free time and every night until both of you fell asleep. You hated being apart, the long nights alone in the big, quiet house but you knew it was part of his life when you started dating him, so the lonely feeling was inevitable; still, every time it came around, you hated it more and more. He always managed to keep your mind at ease though, telling jokes or stories about the guys and making sure you knew how much he wanted you when he finally got home and you’d try your best to send him sexy voice notes or the occasional snap of you in his favourite t-shirt. The last few days felt like forever and you found yourself pacing between the upper and lower levels of the apartment, opening the door every once in a while when you thought you heard someone in the hallway
  “Where are you, baby?” you mumbled to yourself. You cleaned, you organized, you poured yourself a glass of wine and he still wasn’t there; you huffed in frustration as your marched upstairs to put on some sexy lingerie for whenever he finally walked through that door.
  “Elske?” he shouted as he came in
  “Shit” you whispered to yourself, fumbling with the lace teddy that you had started to put on, “shit” you repeated, his footsteps moving through the apartment quickly
  “(Y/N)?” he called again and you positioned yourself on the bed just in time
  “Hi” you said when he opened the bedroom door
  “There you are” he smiled, making his way toward you and peeling his jacket off on the way
  “Here I am” you giggled, trying not to feel silly while trying to act sexy
  “Hi baby” he repeated, circling the bed until he could climb on top of you
  “I missed you” you whispered, gripping his sides to feel his body underneath his shirt
  “I missed you, too” he smiled before pressing his lips to yours. Your hands moved gently to undo the buttons on his shirt without breaking the kiss, untucking the fabric from his pants before removing it from his body; caressing his skin with your fingertips as his body pressed closer to yours
  “Freddie” you breathed when he kissed down your jawline and neck before his hands wrapped around your back to pull you up
  “You look beautiful” he said seductively, a growl to his tone
  “I wanted to wear something nice for when you got home”
  “I’m glad you did,” he smirked, “but why don’t we take it off?” he stepped back off the bed and pulled you, by your legs, close to him and he gently pulled the teddy off you; removing his black dress pants when you were completely naked
  “Should I just make sure I’m like this next time you come home?” you teased but he nodded in return, climbing over you once more, his already hardened cock pressing against your thigh as he leaned down to kiss you
  “Yeah,” he smiled against your lips, “cut right to the chase” you giggled before he went back to kissing you. Your hands traced down his body before wrapping around his waist, pushing his hips into yours as he licked your nipple
  “Fuck me, baby” you moaned into his shoulder and he smirked at you in response, licking his finger before moving his hand to your centre; rubbing your clit as he prepared to thrust into you. You moaned breathlessly, continuing to push him into you by the small of his back and arching your back to keep the space closed between you. Freddie pressed soft kisses to your neck to match his slow thrusts, moaning deeply as your hands moved across his body, stationing themselves on his sides.
  “Fuuckk” he growled, hips stuttering as you pulled his hips even closer to yours; creating too much friction to bear.
xx
Freddie’s P.O.V
  She moaned into your ear as she forced your hips to grind into hers. A moan you always missed when you were away.
  “Freddie” she breathed, arching her back more than she already had, the crown of her head the only thing touching the mattress but still it wasn’t enough. You kissed her neck before whispering for her to turn around; she kissed your neck in return, groaning at your request, “fuck me” she pleaded.
  “Turn around” you repeated lowly and she obliged. You pulled her hips to yours before pushing into her, eliciting a near breathless scream
  “Shit” she said between laboured breaths and you pulled her up, holding her arms tightly by her side as your pace increased. The room fell silent for a second as she tried to contain her pleasure but, with one hard thrust, her scream filled the space in front of her. You let go of her arms so you could pull her face to yours, kissing her lips harshly as you breathed into her mouth, grabbing her breast with your free hand
  “Fuck,” you moaned, “fuck, baby you feel so good”
  “Fuck me, Freddie” she smirked back as your hand circled her throat, kissing her temple before letting her fall onto her hands; your hand slipping off her throat and moving to her hips. Your pace increased until the only sound in the room was skin slapping against skin and raspy moans
  “Fuck” you panted
  “Fu—” she started but the sound was cut off while you fucked her deeper. “I’m cumming, Freddie,” she finally cried out, pushing back into your hips, “fuck baby, make me cum”
  “Cum for me, (Y/N)”
  “Fuck” she moaned before dropping onto the mattress, letting her arms go limp. Once you reached your climax, you turned her over and kissed her lips, making your way down her body until reaching her core; every move you made against her clit made her legs shake, letting you know that she was on the verge of her orgasm. “Fuck, Freddie, mmm, fuck” she cursed as your tongue circled her clit and your finger curled inside her. Her thighs flexed and tightened around your head as she lifted her back to increase the friction, “oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh shit, fuck, Freddie, baby right there” you continued your ministrations, her legs locking you in place until she found her release, laughing as she waited for you to lay beside her. “Hey,” she called when you walked away from her, “where are you going?”
  “I’ll be right back” you laughed, grabbing a cloth from the bathroom and dampening it before you brought it back to her, wiping her clean before kissing up her body and dropping beside her. She exhaled deeply before turning her body to yours, “hey” you said
  “Have I ever told you that you’re like really good at that?” she smirked
  “Thanks” you teased and she gasped sarcastically
  “Hey!” she giggled
  “I’m not nearly as good as you though” you replied
  “Thank you” she said proudly
  “I missed this”
  “I missed this, too”
  “I missed you” she smiled as you kissed your forehead
  “So don’t leave again” she teased
  “Ahh but see,” you joked, “the sex is so much better when we’re apart first” she laughed in return before laying a gentle kiss to your lips
  “I love you” she cooed
  “I love you, too”
  “I hate long distance. Please don’t leave again” she repeated
  “It’s my job, I have to,” you sighed, tracing her skin with your fingers, “but we’ll be able to do this again”
  “And better” she added before curling into your side and you wrapped a blanket around the two of you, falling asleep shortly after. You had to admit, sometimes you hated your job too, knowing that you had to leave her but coming back always made it worth it.
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The Fight
Warnings: none...unless couples fighting make you uncomfortable, then there’s that. A/N: Second installment to the Teagan Valencia Series! It’s not as fluffy as the first part, but it gets a little fluffy at the end. Humor me as the Proposal is fluffy and makes my inner teenager giggle. I’ll post the next installment later in the week :) Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :) 
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The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting  / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future The Fight “But Julie! You don’t understand! Would you just listen?!” Teagan never ceased to be amazed by Charlie’s acting. The man was truly passionate and put his heart and soul into everything he did. Hearing Charlie’s voice break and tears spring in his eyes, brought her back to the moment where Charlie and her really questioned whether or not being together was the best thing for the both of them... ***
After wrapping up season one of Julie and the Phantoms in Vancouver and the holiday season, Charlie found himself back in LA and Teagan back in Edmonton. She had recently gotten employed by Netflix Canada on the promotional team as an intern, hoping she could work her way up the ladder. She didn’t expect the workload and the hours to be long, but the pay was worth it. Afterall, she had been saving to pay for the numerous flights she was making back and forth from Edmonton to LA. She didn’t always get time off and even when she did there was still some work that she needed to do. It wasn’t different for Charlie either, as he was often knee deep in other projects and endeavours that he was passionate about. Both were doing their best to be supportive of the other, but they slowly started feeling the distance impacting them. 
Teagan had been down for a long weekend to visit Charlie, but knew she couldn’t completely unplug from work and spend time with her beloved. Sitting at brunch together, very little conversation was exchanged as Teagan had gotten a very important email from Head Office about a potential opportunity for her to move up in the company. This meant an increase in wage and the potential to be relocated to LA. Charlie, however, was out of the loop and quickly became annoyed with Teagan being distracted that led to an explosive conversation in the vehicle on their way back to his apartment. “It’s not just this time Teagan! Every time you come down for a “visit” you’re never really here!” Charlie slammed the front door to his apartment shut as they walked through.  “Says the person who always has to be on set or some interview or some shoot! I’m trying Charlie! I really am!” Tears flooded her eyes, the frustration that she kept to herself began to bubble over. “I’m not an actor or a celebrity or an influencer Charlie! I have a lot of work that I have to do, but you wouldn’t understand that would you? You show up for a picture and you make twice as much as me!” “Don’t turn this around and pin it on me Teagan. I’ve worked hard to get here.” Charlie's voice became dangerously quiet as he approached her. “That’s not what I’m saying Charlie-”“It’s not my fault that you don’t put nearly as much effort into this relationship as I do! What’s the point if you’re not going to try?” The words cut through her like a hot knife through butter. “You don’t think I’m trying?” she whispered, scared that she would lose her composure. “You could’ve fooled me” Charlie scoffed, plopping down on the couch, leaving her standing at the kitchen counter. A thick and heavy silence filled the space between them, as her tears threatened to fall down her face. “Fine. Say I’m not trying Charlie.” her voice was louder this time, albeit shaky, trying to maintain her composure. “The amount of overtime I work to afford plane tickets down... the countless times I told my family that you had to cancel coming for a visit because of work, when in reality you never planned to come visit me... The nights I spent alone in my apartment missing you while seeing you post pictures with other girls at a party... Yeah, I guess I’m not trying Charlie” She wished she could’ve walked away from Charlie with grace, but all the emotions that she had been harbouring began to pour out as she broke into heavy sobs and sank to the kitchen floor. Charlie, alarmed at her sudden breakdown, rushed over to her as she sobbed into her knees. He kept trying to get her to open up, but she tensed every time he tried. She could barely hear him over her sobs, frustration and sadness.  Teagan hadn’t been completely transparent with her situation back in Edmonton. Early on in their relationship, Teagan realized that her job as a retail manager wasn’t going to afford the numerous plane tickets she would be buying to see Charlie. With his unconventional schedule, he rarely had time to come visit her in Edmonton, but she could be a little more flexible and see him. Teagan had made the decision to move into a smaller apartment with cheaper rent downtown Edmonton in a neighbourhood that her parents thought dangerous. She began to decline the invites from her friends and family to go out to dinner or to the clubs. Being new to the Netflix company still meant she was at the bottom of the payscale, which paid the same amount as her retail job, but being in a position where her expenses were growing. She would go on shopping trips with friends, but never bought anything. Friends and family began to criticise Charlie for taking advantage of her and making her spend all the money, in which Teagan was quick to defend him. It didn’t help that her mother expected her to be the traditional filipino housewife that she was. The both of them were already feeling the strain of the distance, that Teagan couldn’t bring other problems into the relationship. If they were struggling this much just because of distance, what more if Teagan confessed her behind the scenes. She didn’t want to risk making things worse, so she kept quiet about these details, mentioning very little to Charlie and always wanting to know about how he was and what he was working on. “Teags, look at me please?” his voice was softer now. “Teagan, talk to me please?” She slowly lifted her head, not ready to make eye contact with him. Charlie kissed her forehead and held her face in his hands, forcing them to look into each other’s eyes. She could see the intensity in his eyes. He was all together apologetic, embarrassed and heartbroken, but she could tell he was searching her eyes hopefully. He wiped away another tear that rolled down her face as Teagan took a deep breath, steading herself for what she wanted to say next would be difficult. “It’s been so hard without you. I didn’t want to tell you anything because I already felt like we were struggling... I thought that it would only make things worse...” her voice tired and sad. Charlie’s heart broke further seeing the normally bubbly and optimistic woman so defeated. To see her this way felt odd and unsettling, as though Charlie never wanted to see her this way again. He pulled her into his embrace, which she gladly accepted.  They sat there for a moment or two in each other's arms, no words exchanged between them.  Charlie moved Teagan so that she sat in between his legs, back to his chest, as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen island on the floor. His arms stayed firmly wrapped around her and she rested her head against his chest and shoulder. “I didn’t mean what I said. I just felt so frustrated and I took it out on you. I know you’re trying, but like you said, it’s been hard.” He peppered her head with soft kisses, not knowing how to bring spirit back into his lover. She sniffed quietly, wiping a tear away with her hand. “Are we holding onto something that’s not meant to last?” His body tensed behind her and she felt the tears spill over once again. Teagan braced herself for what she felt was the inevitable goodbye of this whirlwind of a romance. Optimistic Teagan couldn’t exist in this moment as she felt exhausted and broken down. Pessimistic Teagan braced her heart for the impact of Charlie’s response. But it never came. Instead, she was met with soft lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Charlie had shifted positions in order to kiss her, giving them both the response that they needed. They didn’t need to speak as their actions spoke louder in the moment as their kiss intensified. What was meant to be soft, gentle and innocent quickly became passionate, needy and desperate. This new found intensity brought a simple kiss on the kitchen floor to the walls of Charlie’s bedroom, filling their afternoon with each other. In the early evening, as they rested in each other’s arms, basking in their emotions of what transpired, they began to discuss boundaries and goals that they would work on moving forward. Both were determined to make this relationship work and if it meant putting tangible expectations in place, so be it. To break up would mean to simply give up on each other, but they both knew that they were strong headed and convicted in their commitment to one another. It was after that fight that Charlie knew he wanted Teagan to be more than a girlfriend.
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i’m not sure if you take requests but like just a blurb of some hot celebratory sex with will after that sexc game tying goal ??? cause id very much appreciate that!
also let’s pretend he doesn’t have the moustache and he didn’t shave his beard pls 😭🤚🏼
Aberdeen moved around the condo like she had ants in her pants as she waited for William to get home.  After going down 3-1 to the Edmonton Oilers, the Leafs pulled off a comeback, with Willy scoring the game-tying goal to send them into overtime, and she’d been excited ever since.  When the Leafs scored to win it in overtime, she’d jumped up from the couch and screamed so loud the neighbours probably heard.  She hoped Willy’s neighbours didn’t file a noise complaint.
And now...well, now she wanted him.
She had no plan.  No thoughts besides ‘jump him the moment he walks through the door’.  
She heard it unlock, and watched as Willy stepped through the doorway in his game-day suit.  God, he looked impeccable.  He looked up and saw her standing anxiously, and his signature smile now adorned his face.  “Hi minskatt,” he said sweetly, kicking off his shoes.  
For some reason, he legs felt like cement and didn’t let her run over to him and jump him.  Instead, she found herself nodding her head.  “Great goal, Willy.”
"Thanks minskatt,” he said, loosening his tie as he walked into the condo.  Aberdeen could feel the heat between her legs grow hotter at that simple movement.  “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Everything’s fine,” she purred.  “Why do you ask?”
“Why’re you looking at me like you want to jump my bones?”
Aberdeen couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and planting long, sensual kisses on his lips before moving along his jaw.  “You know me too well, Willy,” she whispered in his ear, backing him up against the kitchen island.
She dropped to her knees.
“Minskaaaaatt,” he elongated her nickname as she played with his belt buckle.  “What’s this?”
“I think the guy who scored the game-tying goal tonight deserves a treat, don’t you?” she asked in an innocent voice.  She saw his eyes flash as she unzipped his suit pants and freed his growing erection.  He moved to start taking off his suit jacket but she grabbed at it.  “Don’t,” she said sternly.  He looked down at her, perplexed.  “I want you wearing it while you fuck me after you’ve cummed down my throat.”
William smirked.  “I better score goals more often, huh.”
“I think it’s in your best interest.”
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Chapter 3 - Edmonton, Alberta
“Shut the fuck up!!!” Addison shouted into her pillows. Someone was calling her and the headache that a night of heavy drinking brings was pounding with every ring of her phone. The last thing she could remember was taking a tequila shot at the bar with Simone next to her, and somehow she had ended up in her bed. Addison was able to grab her phone and answer the Facetime call. “God Brady, give a girl a warning next time,” Addison groaned.
“Addie, I said I’ll call you in the morning,” Brady laughed. “How much of the night can you remember?”
“Up to about 11 I think?” she replied.
“So,” the boy started, “you don’t remember calling me at 5am, complaining that you saw a Flames game on?” At that, Addison hid her face in the pillows on her bed. “Now, I don’t need to know what happened between you and Matt, but clearly you need to sort your shit out.”
“Brady,” Addison complained as she elongated his name, “I know, I have a lot of shit to sort out. But first, this hangover needs to fuck off.”
“Addie, I’m gonna leave you to work off your hangover and let Simone know that we’re excited to see her in St Louis,” he added. Before Addison could ask how he knew about her roommate, he wished her a quick goodbye and hung up. Questions raced through Addison’s head, why did she call Brady last night? Why did she get so drunk last night? They all had the same root. Matthew Tkachuk.
The only thing Addison needed to get the thought of him out of her was coffee, Advil and a lot of water. She made her way to the kitchen to see Simone cooking up some eggs for the two of them. “You don’t need to explain yourself,” she spoke softly, “but you do need to eat something.” Simone pushed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast across the island to Addison. She thanked her best friend for the breakfast and started eating.
“Brady says he’s looking forward to seeing you over Christmas,” Addison prodded Simone, trying to find out how they had been in contact.
“Yeah, we were DMing each other on Insta last night,” Simone said as she started tapping her fingers on the countertop. Addison had seen this before, when she was nervous and interested in a guy. “He seems nice,” she nodded, taking a sip of the coffee she had made for herself.
“He is, he might be a little instigator like his brother, but he’s nice,” Addison said with a smile, remembering the good times she had at the Tkachuk house over that one summer. Simone was almost shocked, this was the first time she had ever heard Addison talk about any of the Tkachuk’s in a positive light. This was something she would have to relay to Brady as the two of them had been talking about trying to get them to at least get along.
bradytkachuk: please tell me Addie’s hangover isnt too bad
simone_squires: nah, she’s all good, just given her some breakfast. She did compliment you and Matthew though, so it looks like we’re going in the right direction?
bradytkachuk: this might be a bit odd, but Matt never uses his family tickets to games and the BOA is happening tomorrow night in Edmonton. I can try and ask him to leave them under your name at the box? bradytkachuk: I’m also gonna take the complement as a win for us here lol
simone_squires: i’m up for another hockey game, just make sure we’re not with the WAGs, bc we’re not WAGs ;)
bradytkachuk: you got it, i’ll text Matt now x
Simone let out a small sigh of shock at that final message that Brady sent, it could have been an accident right? There was no way that he meant to end it with an ‘x’, did he? However, she couldn’t focus on this too much as she had to finish preparing a presentation for work on Monday. “Ads, I’m gonna shower and get on with this presentation,” she said as she poked her head into Addison’s room, seeing her sitting on her bed watching something on Netflix.
“Yeah, sounds good, gimme half an hour and I’ll look a bit more alive,” Addison replied. Simone sent a small nod her way and went to her bathroom and spent the entire time in the shower thinking about how to bring up the tickets she had somehow scored from Brady.
Matthew didn’t check his phone throughout practice, on his way to the gym, at the gym or when he was making lunch. He felt his phone buzzing at regular intervals but refused to check it, he wanted to make sure he remained in the zone for the trip to Edmonton and the amount of notifications he was getting surely meant the media were preparing an onslaught directed at him. He didn’t need the Albertan media turning him into a villain once again, especially when all he wanted was to support his team through the hard times they had. His team mentality was always strong and he was known to get into fights to protect his team, he carried a target on his back, but this was for the benefit of the team. Everyone knew that he was in line for the captaincy when Gio retired, it was the obvious choice. He would do anything for his team, outside of the rules if needed.
Eventually, he caved in and checked his phone to some interesting notifications:
Brady Bro (2) Any chance you could drop off two tickets at the booth for your game @ edmonton? If you can, leave them under the name Simone Squires, thanks bro
Instagram simone_squires and 521 others followed you simone_squires sent you a DM
Flames 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (99+) Johnny G: Matt, Brady has been blowing up my phone, just check yours ffs
Tkachuk Squad (3) Brady: Matt, how useless are you at checking your phone Chantal: Brady, don’t be mean to your brother Chantal: Clearly he might be busy
Why was it so important for his brother to have tickets, under someone’s name he had never heard of? Why had this person now followed him on Instagram and sent him a message? Had Brady found someone he liked when he was last in Edmonton and was trying to get her into hockey? He wasn’t going to complain about leaving a few tickets for this girl, especially if she’d messaged him too. Matthew decided before replying to Brady, he would check this DM from ‘Simone’ and see what she said.
simone_squires: hey! pretty sure Brady asked if you could leave a few tickets for me for the game tomorrow? just checking that its all good with you
matthew_tkachuk: yeah, no worries. ill leave them for you, come to entrance 4 :) matthew_tkachuk: ill make sure they’re ice level for you too
Matthew let out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in. Clearly she was a nice girl if she was making sure that he was okay with leaving tickets for her. He knew he shouldn’t go through her Instagram, but he couldn’t resist. This Simone girl was very pretty, he thought to himself, Brady had done well getting to talk to her. He noticed a lot of photos taken recently in Edmonton and deduced that she must have moved there recently, but it was one photo, with a girl he hadn’t seen in years. Addison Silver.
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50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked
i was tagged by @baqukou so let’s do this !!
1.  What is the color of your hairbrush? my main one is purple but i have a yellow wet brush for after i shower :P
2. Name a food you never eat? olives !! i can’t stand them, every time i get a beef empanada i personally stick my fingers inside and pull the olive out 
3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm! i get hot super easily i’m like an overpowered space heater
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? playing animal crossing: new horizons on my switch lite !! i laid down the construction for the river bridge and am trying to build three new houses for arriving villagers :))
5.  What is your favorite candy bar? it’s not from canada so i can’t always have it but from peru aka where my mom is from but the white chocolate sublime bar w nuts !!! it’s so good i ration my candy from the motherland
6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? yea! in jr high aside from playing basketball, i qualified for the edmonton public schools zones sports fest for running, though i can’t remember which dash in particular
7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “voya ir a me cuarto” aka im going to go to my room in spanish to my mom
8. What is your favorite ice cream? mint chocolate chip! i love the sweet but spearmint taste
9. What was the last thing you had to drink? coffee with sugar and almond milk 
10. Do you like your wallet? yes !! it’s a white coach wallet my mom bought me when we went to calgary cross iron mills mall it’s super cute
11. What was the last thing you ate? quesadillas for breakfast bc they’re easy to cook (i’m lactose intolerant but some things are worth the abdominal pain!!)
12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i got two new shirts i ordered online from hot topic !! one of them is a black my hero academia heroes rising movie poster shirt, and one is a yellow bakugou t-shirt 
13. The last sporting event you watched? the haikyuu!! season 3 shiratorizawa match
14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? caramel omg my mom makes the best caramel popcorn with nuts 
15.  Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my best friend ally !! she let me visit her island yesterday to chop trees for that last bit of softwood i needed for timmy and tommy’s shop
16. Ever go camping? yea! my jr high had an annual fall camping trip for 3 days where we’d hang out and play games at night it was awesome i actually miss it a lot
17.  Do you take vitamins? yea lmao my mom always worries that i’m not eating well and need vitamins
18. Do you go to church every Sunday? i used to, but now i have a shift in the morning at w*rk every sunday so nope not anymore
19. Do you have a tan? you bet! my mom is from peru but she’s kinda light-skinned (by south american standards) but my dad is from el salvador and is VERY brown skinned so i have a very obvious brown tan all year round bc genetics !! it’s obvs darker in the summer tho 
20.  Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? chinese food all the way babeyyy !! dim sum is so fucking good i could never give it up, i even had my 18th birthday at a chinese hot pot restaurant w all of my homegirls
21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? nope lolol i think i did once or twice at like a party
22. What color socks do you usually wear? usually pink or purple 
23.  Do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t drive but if i did i wouldn’t i hate reckless drivers so fucking much
24. What terrifies you? needles and gory medical procedures !! i remember when i watched the 100 and one of the season finales where they extract bone marrow was rough for me to watch i screamed very quietly 
25. Look to your left, what do you see? im sitting down at my desk so my switch lite
26. What chore do you hate? laundry bc if u fuck it up there’s real consequences
27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? i have to hold myself back from laughing it’s so funny
28. What’s your favorite soda? another thing from the motherland but inca cola !! it’s kinda hard to find but when i do get it ohhh my goddd
29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus? typically im hanging out w my friends when i get fast food so yea we go inside 
30. Who’s the last person you talked to? my mami 
31. Favorite cut of beef? tendon!! it’s so fucking good in Vietnamese pho i sometimes pay for extra 
32.  Last song you listened to? boy with luv (feat. halsey) by bts
33. Last book you read? does fic count ?? bc if so chapter 28 of the devil ships zeku on ao3
34. Favorite day of the week? monday !! bc no w*rk and it’s the start of a new week
35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? god nope nope no i don’t have the brain cells
36. How do you like your coffee? with sugar and almond milk though idk how much sugar i just kinda match it with the amount of instant coffee whoops
37. Favorite pair of shoes? my red timberland boots !! they go with everything i wear and are super comfy for a long day at uni, plus they can take any kind of weather (this sounds like a sales pitch lmfaoofhf)
38. The time you normally go to sleep? pre-quarantine was like 10:30PM since i had to wake up at 5 to get ready in time for my mom to drop me off at the bus stop for my 8AM classes but quarantine bedtime is more like 1AM now
39.  The time you normally get up? usually around 7am or 8am, but for w*rk on the weekends around 6am
40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!! they’re so pretty to look at 
41. How many blankets on your bed? four !! i sleep with four blankets at night so i’m ultra warm
42. Describe your kitchen plates: hmmm well they’re white with a nice flower pattern, but we also have some tiny plain white ones and then some multicoloured plastic ones
43.  Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? well i don’t like alcohol in general but the one time i did try it w my friends at a restaurant it was kinda sweet so that was nice
44.  Do you play cards? kind of ?? if someone brings a pack of cards im down but i never carry any myself
45.  What color is your car? i don’t have a car but black would be nice 
46. Can you change a tire? nope i don’t drive and on top of that i’m a dumbass HOWEVER if i do get a car i will learn how to !!
47. Your favorite province? British Columbia bc they don’t have dumbass, oil loving, neo-con war hawk fuckwits like we do here in alberta
48. Favorite job you’ve ever had? i pretty much hate my job with everything that is inside me but doing online grocery delivery has almost no customer interaction so i like that
49.  How did you get your biggest scar? hmmm well i have one on my left ankle from when i sprained it by being a dumbass and trying to ballet spin on my slippery kitchen floor with socks on but other than that i have no scars
50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? i let my little sister play on my switch lite for a bit with a different game and i helped my mom with her virtual farm on her ipad
thanks for tagging me !! feel free to do this if u want but im gonna take @thebakuboy @bakugobinch @detectivejigsawpines and @noticemedeku
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Post Comeback Timeline #02
********************* 2016 ********************
February
************FEBRUARY 20th COMEBACK ANNOUNCEMENT – Training in Montreal with Marie France Dubreuil and David Wilson ********************
(February 22) – Tessa and Scott training (Komoka)
(February 23) – Tessa and Scott training (Komoka)
(February 24) – travel day to Skate Niagara/dinner
(February 25) – practice day for Skate Niagara
(February 26) – Skate Niagara Ice Show
(February 27 - March 5) Tessa Virtue – Gold Medal Plates – British Virgin Islands Trip
March
(March 6 ) - Scott (friends and cousin) curling (London)
(March 8) - TVxHB Spring Collection DEBUT
(March 10) - Tessa and Scott spotted (London)
(March 11) - Tessa photo shoot for Best Health Magazine (Toronto) (+) Ice Girls movie premiered on T.V.
(March 14) - Tessa and Scott skating seminar at Sherwood Park Skating Club with Jeremy Ten (Alberta)
(March 18) -  Tessa and Scott at Toi&Moi Cafe (Montreal) also spotted at airport
(March 19) - Scott attends Fire & Ice Charity Hockey Game (Lucan, ON)
(March 23) – Tessa and Scott practice (Komoka) -  Tessa and Scott costume fitting at VAWK (Toronto)
(March 24) – Tessa and Scott at rink (Komoka) -  attends Garth Brooks concert with friends (Hamilton)
(March 25) – Scott spotted at McCabes Pub & Grill (London)
********** Scott’s profile appears with Manifesto ***********
(March 28) – Tessa posts pic from family cottage
(March 29) – Tessa and Scott travel to Worlds (Boston)
(March 30-31) – Tessa and Scott with CBC at Worlds 2016 (Boston)
April
(April 4) – Tessa and Scott travel to Japan
(April 9-17) – Japan Stars on Ice – OSAKA 9/10 NAGOYA 12/13 TOKYO 15/16/17
(April 18) – Tessa and Scott travel to Geneva
(April 22) – Ice Legends (Geneva, Switzerland)
(April 26) – SOI Rehearsals begin
***********(April 29 - May 21) – Stars on Ice Tour
APRIL 29 HALIFAX
(April 30) – travel day to Ottawa
May
MAY 1 OTTAWA
(May 1) – Interview with Greg Kolz (Faces Ottawa Magazine)
(May 2) – Scott interview over the phone with FM 1150 Hamilton ****based on PJ Podcast interview spent some time in Montreal****
MAY 6 TORONTO - Podcast Interview with PJ Kwong
MAY 7 HAMILTON
MAY 8 LONDON
(May 9) – Tessa and Scott Elite Skater Seminar (Komoka, Ontario)  - Tessa GCW Kitchens Girls Night Out (St. Thomas, Ontario)
(May 10) – Tessa spotted at a hotel (Kingston) Scott spotted at an airport (Toronto) BOTH spotted that evening in Winnipeg (restaurant likely)
MAY 11 WINNIPEG
MAY 13 EDMONTON
MAY 14 SASKATOON
MAY 15 CALGARY
(May 17) – Tessa and Scott golfing in Kelowna with a long time friend at Black Mountain Golf Club // Tessa received white rose arrangements for her bday
MAY 17 – *********** Tessa’s Birthday  ***********
MAY 18 KELOWNA
MAY 19 VANCOUVER -  Scott spotted at Original Joe‘s Restaurant for lunch  —-  Announced Lindt #Shareyourexperience Winner
MAY 21 VICTORIA
(May 23) – PJ releases podcast interview
(May 25) – Tessa posts about spending time with mom and sister (Bayfield, On)
(May 26 - June 1) – Tessa family time (Bayfield, On)
June
–around this time Scott traveled with family for Sheri’s wedding in Mexico
(June 1) – Tessa takes over FaulHaberComm’s Instagram (mentions last day of vacation)
(June 2) – Tessa posts moving to Montreal tweet
(June 6) OFFICIAL FIRST TRAINING DAY ***********************
(June 23) – Tessa and Scott spotted at Toronto Airport
(June 24-26) Scott attends Sheri’s wedding in Ilderton and Tessa spends time at her mom’s cottage in Bayfield
(June 27) – Tessa and Scott Skate Canada Testing in Montreal
(June 28) – Tessa announces she is partnering with Dove Canada
(June 30) – Grand Prix assignments are out  -  Tessa and Scott announce they are Canada in a Day ambassadors to be released Sept. 10
July
(July 1) – Tessa works out with Maria at RevCon (London, On)
(July 2) – Tessa out with friends / Scott at a wedding with family (London, On)
(July 7) – Scott has dinner with Manifesto Sport (Montreal)
(July 9-10) – Scott attends wedding with family (Moncton, NB) Tessa has girls’ weekend with Ana Golja (Montreal)
(July 14) – Day the pic that hangs on the wall was taken during training
(July 19) – Tessa takes dance class with Guillame (Montreal)
(July 21) – Tessa does interview with HuffPost
(July 24) – Scott spotted in Moncton ??
(July 25) – Tessa does FB live chat interview for Dove (Toronto)
(July 26) – Scott announces he is ambassador for the Canadian Tire Campaign #Stepupandstandtall
(July 27) – Tessa announces she is ambassador for the Canadian Tire Campaign #Stepupandstandtall
(July 29-30) – Tessa spends weekend in Montreal
August
(August 1) – Scott spotted at grocery store in Montreal
(August 4) – Scott visits the Ilderton Skating Club at the Quebec Summer Competition (Montreal)
(August 5) – Tessa and Scott tweet about the Rio opening ceremony
(August 7) – Tessa and Midori hang out for the weekend in Montreal - Scott does a presentation for P2 in Montreal
(August 13) – Tessa and Scott fan pic while training in Montreal
(August 14) – Tessa has a girls’ weekend with Nelly Furtado, Kelly, and friends in Montreal
(August 18) – Scott at The Tragically Hip concert in Ottawa
(August 19) – Scott tweets about being in Eganville - Tessa attends Midori’s wedding as a bridesmaid (Toronto)
(August 20) – Scott attends a Tragically Hip watch party at a hotel with his buddies (mention of him on a camping trip at Madawaska Valley) (Barry’s Bay, Ontario)  -  Tessa does some promotion for Adidas (Toronto)
(August 21) – Tessa on a plane back to Montreal
(August 23) – Tessa and Jordan sight seeing in Montreal
(August 24) – Tessa and Jordan hanging out in Montreal
(August 28) – Tessa strolling around in Montreal
(August 31 - Sept 2) – Skate Canada High Performance Camp
September
(Sept 1) – Breaking the Ice 2016 gala
(Sept 2) ***** SCOTT’S BIRTHDAY *******
(Sept 2 - 8) – Tessa spends Labor Day weekend at the cottage // proceeds to stay there on vacation (Bayfield)
(Sept 9) – Tessa attends Producers Ball at TIFF (Toronto)
(Sept 11) – Tessa posts at the cottage
(September 17) – Tessa and Scott get interviewed at B2Ten event iDare and attend Grand Rendez-vous de Patinage Quebec Gala (Montreal)
(September 28) – SD Practice for ACI16 (Pierrefonds)
****(Sept 29 - Oct 1) – Autumn Classic International (Montreal)****
October
(Oct. 3) – Tessa attends Art Series No. 5 at MBMTL (Montreal)
(Oct 7) – Tessa attends Drake Concert with Sister and Michael Tobin (Montreal)
(Oct 9) – Tessa watches Jays game at home
(Oct 10) – Tessa attends Tom Odell Concert (Montreal)
(Oct 16) – Tessa hanging out with Mom, Sister and Michael in Little Burgundy (Montreal)
(Oct 18) – Tessa attends Habs opening game (Montreal)
(Oct 21) – Tessa comments on working on their SD (Montreal)
****October 27-30 Skate Canada International (Mississauga, On)****
(Oct 31) – Scott at a Sports Marketing office (Waterloo, On)
November
(Nov 2) – Tessa and Scott TSL Skype Interview (Montreal)
(Nov 5) – Tessa attends Museum of Fine Arts Ball (Montreal)
(Nov 8) – Tessa and Scott have dinner with Damian Warner, Derek Drouin and B2Ten at Foxy Restaurant (Montreal)
(Nov 9) – Tessa and Scott pics come out making them officially part of Team Quebec
(Nov 13) – Greg Kolz takes photos of Tessa and Scott training (Montreal)
****November 24-27 NHK Trophy (Nagano, Japan)****
(Nov 30) — Tessa attends a Shoebox Project event (Montreal)
December
(Dec 4) – Tessa has breakfast in Montreal - Scott spotted at London Airport (attended friend’s memorial)
****December 8-11 Grand Prix Final (Marseille, France)****
(December 18) – Tessa photo shoot for Adidas (Toronto)
(December 24) – Tessa posts about being home for the holidays
(December 30) – Tessa posts being at home / Scott helps out at the Ilderton Skating Club
(December 31) – Tessa at a NYE party with Ana Golja (Toronto)
********************* 2017 ********************
January
(January 13) – Tessa and Scott filmed footage for Nationals with TSN, later went to dinner with Jamie Reidel (Montreal)
****January 16 -22 Nationals (Ottawa)****
(January 22) – Scott spotted curling (Ottawa)
(January 29) – Tessa out shopping (Montreal)
February
(February 4) – Moir’s Skate Shop Grand Opening (London)
(February 12) – arrive in PyeonChang
*****February 14 -19 4CC (PyeongChang, South Korea)*****
(February 24) – Tessa and Scott filmed with CBC at the MBAMTL
(February 26) – Tessa attends yoga in Montreal
(February 28) – Tessa and Scott training in Montreal
March
(March 2) – Tessa and Scott attend Worlds Camp (Kingston, On)
(March 4) – Tessa Adidas Shoot with mom (Toronto)
(March 5) – Getting coffee at a cafe (Montreal)
(March 6) – Worked on SD with Sam Chouin (Montreal)
(March 7) – Tessa posted in Pilates Studio (Montreal)
(March 11) – Tessa posted in apartment (Montreal)
(March 17) – Tessa posted in the gym (Montreal)
(March 20) – Tessa shopping at Attwater Market (Montreal)
(March 24) – Tessa and Scott spotted near Olympic Rink (Montreal)
(March 25) – Last training day in Montreal before Worlds
*****March 29 - April 2 World FS Championships (Helsinki, Finland)*****
April
(April 3 - 10) – Tessa and Mom in Paris // Vacation
(April 5) – Scott in Ilderton and spotted at bar in London (friendly guy)
(April 7) – Scott radio interview
(April 13) – Tessa at home (London) –Tessa announced an HB giveaway winner
(April 15) – Tessa at the cottage (Bayfield)
(April 18) – Tessa promotes their website is coming soon.
(April 20) – Tessa works out at Revkon (London)
(April 24) – /// Grandpa’s service/// (London)
(April 25) – Tessa and Scott traveling to Montreal
(April 28) – Tessa posts traveling to Chicago from Montreal
(April 29) – Hanging out with Liz Coyles in Chicago
(April 30) – Scott played Hockey for a cause at Centre Bell (Montreal)
May
(May 2) – Tessa and Scott training in Montreal
(May 3) – Tessa attends Lets Bond at Holt Renfrew (Montreal)
(May 4) – Special Guests: CSOI // Toronto
(May 6) – Special Guests: CSOI // Hamilton (+) Western Ontario Hall of Fame Induction
(May 7) – Special Guests: CSOI // London
(May 8) – Tessa and Scott Acura West commercial shoot (London)
(May 10) – Roundhouse Radio Interview // say they are in Montreal
(May 13) – Tessa and Scott off ice dance practice with Sam (Montreal)
(May 17) – TESSA’s BIRTHDAY - training in Montreal
(May 20) – Tessa posts at the Ritz Carlton Hotel (Montreal)
(May 21) – Tessa running errands (Montreal)
(May 23-24) – Tessa posts balcony remodeling stories
(May 25) – Tessa out and about in Montreal
(May 26) – Grand Prix Assignments announced for 2017-18 Season
(May 26) – Tessa and Angela Curtis attend Illumination Night C2Montreal
(May 27) – Tessa out to drinks with Angela Curtis (Montreal) - Scott is MC at a Family Wedding (Southwold, Ontario)
(May 28) – Tessa posts biking in Montreal (photoshoot with Michael Tobin)
(May 30) – Tessa and Scott at the Gym with Mike Kingsbury (Montreal) - Tessa attends The Weeknd Concert
June
(June 1-2) – Olympic Media Lab (Calgary)
(June 3) – Olympic Media Summit (Calgary)
(June 5) – Tessa posts video of training with Sam (Montreal)
(June 8) – Tessa posts during training pic with shirt (virtuetomoir) (Montreal)
(June 9) – Scott Livingston posts interview with them on facebook
(+) Tessa and Scott attend Ritz Carlton F1 GP Party (Montreal)
(June 10) – Tessa at Voss World event with Kat Bitove
(June 11) – Tessa and Scott attend F1 Grand Prix (Montreal)
(June 15) – Scott at dinner Jackson Ultima (Patrice, Mitch, Nikolaj) (Laval)
(June 16) – Training Montreal
(June 21) – Tessa at MAC Cosmetics
(June 27-July 1) – Tessa at cottage / Canada Day (Bayfield / Grand Bend)
July
(July 4) – Tessa and Scott visited by Marnie McBean (Montreal)
(July 7) – Tessa and Scott attend Volta by Cirque du Soleil (Montreal) (+) Scott’s first INSTA STORY *****
(July 8) – Tessa and Scott at Serena Ryder concert ft. Miss Miku for Jazz Fest (Montreal)
(July 9) – Tessa and Scott early biking gym session
(July 17) – Tessa and Scott play hockey with Scott Livingston (Montreal)
(July 18) – Tessa and Scott have dinner at Spanish restaurant with Paola Fraschini and a friend from cirque du soleil (Montreal)
(July 27) – Tessa and Scott have lunch at L’avenue (Montreal)
(July 28) – Scott spotted at an airport
(July 29) – Tessa photo shoot for Hillberg and Berk (Montreal)
August
(August 2) – Tessa and Scott partnership with VISA
(August 3) – Tessa has dinner with Erica Diamond (Montreal)
(August 5-6) – Tessa at Osheaga music festival (2nd day with Emily Selinger from H&B)
(August 7) – Tessa and Scott at P2 // Tessa at Rogers Cup
(August 11-13) – Tessa and Jordan at the cottage (Bayfield)
(August 15) – Tessa and Scott spotted at London Airport
(August 18) – Tessa and Kelly at Nelly Furtado Concert (Montreal)
(August 24) – Scott with Liam Firus at Moksha Yoga (Laval)
(August 25) – Tessa at Pilates with P2 (Montreal)
(August 27) – ****NEW WEBSITE IS RELEASED****
(August 30) – Skate Canada High Performance Camp
September
(Sept 2) ***** SCOTT’S BIRTHDAY ******* + spotted at Ottawa Airport
(Sept 3) – Tessa posts being in Montreal apartment
(Sept 16) – Scott sighted in London + Tessa spotted in Toronto
(Sept 20) – Video of Scott and Liam at Moksha Yoga dance class comes out.
****(Sept 21 - Sept 23) – Autumn Classic International (Montreal)****
Sept 25 – Tessa and Sam Chouinard film for a CBC special (Montreal)
Sept 27 – Acura commercial released
Sept 29 - 30 – Tessa and Scott attend the B2Ten retreat with several athletes and Scott Livingston (Mont Tremblant)
October
Oct 3 – Tessa and Scott speakers for the Marvin Meyers Memorial Fund for Pancreatic Cancer Research // P2Montreal
Oct 6 – Tessa attends Phantom of the Opera show with Sandra Rinaldi (Montreal)
Oct 7 – Scott pictured at MoirsSkateShop (London)
Oct 9 – Tessa and Scott training on Thanksgiving Day (Montreal)
Oct 11 – Tessa posts them training and thanking Adidas for Leafs gear
Oct 13 – Tessa attends Lets Bond (Montreal)
Oct 14 – Suzanne posts about Tessa and Scott surprise visit (Tavistock, On)
Oct 16 – Tessa takes over H&B Instagram account (TS seen training)
Oct 17 – Tessa announces partnership with Bon Look
Oct 21 – Tessa films for CBC Radio #NoLimits at the Art Museum (Montreal
Oct 22 – Scott films for CBC Radio #NoLimits playing hockey + dinner with crew after (Montreal) / Tessa goes to Spa Le Finlandais (Laval)
Oct 23 – Tessa films for CBC #NoLimits in the dance studio (Studio Bizz)
Oct 25 – Tessa and Scott board a plane together from Toronto to Regina
****October 27-29 Skate Canada International (Regina, Sask)****
Oct 30 – Tessa and Scott spotted at the airport
November
Nov 1 – 100 DAYS UNTIL THE OLYMPICS
Nov 1 – Tessa and Scott training in the speed skaters’ arena
Nov 2 – Scott with Liam Firus at Moksha Yoga (Laval)
Nov 3 – Tessa filming for CBC at P2 Montreal
Nov 8-9 – NHK Practice
****November 10-12 NHK Trophy (Osaka, Japan)****
Nov 16 – Tessa and Scott + Sam Chouinard filming in a dance studio (Montreal)
Nov 17 – Tessa and Scott last media day before the Olympics. (Montreal)
Nov 18 – Tessa does an interview + Tessa and Scott attend Leafs vs Canadiens hockey game (Katerine Bitove and Mik Kingsbury)
Nov 19 – Tessa posts about new projects (costumes) with Mathieu Caron
Nov 29 – Scott at costume adjustments
December
Dec 2 – Tessa does photo shoot for Bon Look + Training that evening
****December 7-10 Grand Prix Final (Nagoya, Japan)****
Dec 18 – Tessa and Scott announce partnership with Air Canada at an event (Toronto)
Dec 19 – Tessa back in Montreal
Dec 21 – Tessa attends Cirque du Soleil Crystal premiere (Montreal)
Dec 22 – Sam Chouinard posts with Tessa, Scott and Marie France (Montreal)
Dec 24 – Tessa posts back at home with Jordan (London)
Dec 25 – Scott’s childhood friend posts pic with Scott (Ilderton)
Dec 27 – Tessa posts back in Montreal
Dec 29 – Tessa at pilates
Dec 30 – Tessa and Scott training (Montreal)
Dec 31 – Tessa posts at Atwater Market (Montreal)
********************* 2018 ********************
January
January 1 – Tessa and Scott spotted at the rink (Montreal)
Jan 3 – Tessa and Scott do a fly by (London)
January 6 – Tessa commercial shoot for Nivea (Montreal)
****January 11-14 CanNatTireFSChampionships (Vancouver,BC)****
January 14 – Figure Skating Olympic Team receives their jackets
January 15 – Tessa x Boonlook line released
January 16 – Tessa and Scott flag bearers announcement (Ottawa)
January 19 – training in Mtl
January 22 – Tessa and Scott working on choreo with Sam
January 24 – Tessa and Scott training in the gym
February
February 5 – Tessa and Scott leave for Pyeongchang
Feb 9 - 25 WINTER OLYMPICS PYEONGCHANG, South Korea
Feb 26 – Tessa and Scott arrive at London + Scott has family party in Ilderton
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Timeline - Post Comeback So Far
********************* 2016 ********************
February
************FEBRUARY 20th COMEBACK ANNOUNCEMENT – Training in Montreal with Marie France Dubreuil and David Wilson ********************
(February 22) – Tessa and Scott training (Komoka)
(February 23) – Tessa and Scott training (Komoka)
(February 24) – travel day to Skate Niagara/dinner
(February 25) – practice day for Skate Niagara
(February 26) – Skate Niagara Ice Show
(February 27 - March 5) Tessa Virtue – Gold Medal Plates – British Virgin Islands Trip
March 
(March 6 ) - Scott (friends and cousin) curling (London)
(March 8) - TVxHB Spring Collection DEBUT
(March 10) - Tessa and Scott spotted (London)
(March 11) - Tessa photo shoot for Best Health Magazine (Toronto) (+) Ice Girls movie premiered on T.V.
(March 14) - Tessa and Scott skating seminar at Sherwood Park Skating Club with Jeremy Ten (Alberta)
(March 18) -  Tessa and Scott at Toi&Moi Cafe (Montreal) also spotted at airport
(March 19) - Scott attends Fire & Ice Charity Hockey Game (Lucan, ON)
(March 23) – Tessa and Scott practice (Komoka) -  Tessa and Scott costume fitting at VAWK (Toronto)
(March 24) – Tessa and Scott at rink (Komoka) -  attends Garth Brooks concert with friends (Hamilton)
(March 25) – Scott spotted at McCabes Pub & Grill (London)
********** Scott’s profile appears with Manifesto ***********
(March 28) – Tessa posts pic from family cottage
(March 29) – Tessa and Scott travel to Worlds (Boston)
(March 30-31) – Tessa and Scott with CBC at Worlds 2016 (Boston)
April 
(April 4) – Tessa and Scott travel to Japan
(April 9-17) – Japan Stars on Ice – OSAKA 9/10 NAGOYA 12/13 TOKYO 15/16/17
(April 18) – Tessa and Scott travel to Geneva
(April 22) – Ice Legends (Geneva, Switzerland)
(April 26) – SOI Rehearsals begin
***********(April 29 - May 21) – Stars on Ice Tour
APRIL 29 HALIFAX
(April 30) – travel day to Ottawa
May 
MAY 1 OTTAWA
(May 1) – Interview with Greg Kolz (Faces Ottawa Magazine)
(May 2) – Scott interview over the phone with FM 1150 Hamilton ****based on PJ Podcast interview spent some time in Montreal****
MAY 6 TORONTO - Podcast Interview with PJ Kwong
MAY 7 HAMILTON
MAY 8 LONDON
(May 9) – Tessa and Scott Elite Skater Seminar (Komoka, Ontario)  - Tessa GCW Kitchens Girls Night Out (St. Thomas, Ontario)
(May 10) – Tessa spotted at a hotel (Kingston) Scott spotted at an airport (Toronto) BOTH spotted that evening in Winnipeg (restaurant likely)
MAY 11 WINNIPEG
MAY 13 EDMONTON
MAY 14 SASKATOON
MAY 15 CALGARY
(May 17) – Tessa and Scott golfing in Kelowna with a long time friend at Black Mountain Golf Club // Tessa received white rose arrangements for her bday
MAY 17 – *********** Tessa’s Birthday  ***********
MAY 18 KELOWNA
MAY 19 VANCOUVER -  Scott spotted at Original Joe‘s Restaurant for lunch  ----  Announced Lindt #Shareyourexperience Winner
MAY 21 VICTORIA
(May 23) – PJ releases podcast interview
(May 25) – Tessa posts about spending time with mom and sister (Bayfield, On)
(May 26 - June 1) – Tessa family time (Bayfield, On)
June 
–around this time Scott traveled with family for Sheri’s wedding in Mexico
(June 1) – Tessa takes over FaulHaberComm’s Instagram (mentions last day of vacation)
(June 2) – Tessa posts moving to Montreal tweet
(June 6) OFFICIAL FIRST TRAINING DAY ***********************
(June 23) – Tessa and Scott spotted at Toronto Airport
(June 24-26) Scott attends Sheri’s wedding in Ilderton and Tessa spends time at her mom’s cottage in Bayfield
(June 27) – Tessa and Scott Skate Canada Testing in Montreal
(June 28) – Tessa announces she is partnering with Dove Canada
(June 30) – Grand Prix assignments are out  -  Tessa and Scott announce they are Canada in a Day ambassadors to be released Sept. 10
July 
(July 1) – Tessa works out with Maria at RevCon (London, On)
(July 2) – Tessa out with friends / Scott at a wedding with family (London, On)
(July 7) – Scott has dinner with Manifesto Sport (Montreal)
(July 9-10) – Scott attends wedding with family (Moncton, NB) Tessa has girls’ weekend with Ana Golja (Montreal)
(July 14) – Day the pic that hangs on the wall was taken during training
(July 19) – Tessa takes dance class with Guillame (Montreal)
(July 21) – Tessa does interview with HuffPost
(July 24) – Scott spotted in Moncton ??
(July 25) – Tessa does FB live chat interview for Dove (Toronto)
(July 26) – Scott announces he is ambassador for the Canadian Tire Campaign #Stepupandstandtall
(July 27) – Tessa announces she is ambassador for the Canadian Tire Campaign #Stepupandstandtall
(July 29-30) – Tessa spends weekend in Montreal
August 
(August 1) – Scott spotted at grocery store in Montreal
(August 4) – Scott visits the Ilderton Skating Club at the Quebec Summer Competition (Montreal)
(August 5) – Tessa and Scott tweet about the Rio opening ceremony
(August 7) – Tessa and Midori hang out for the weekend in Montreal - Scott does a presentation for P2 in Montreal
(August 13) – Tessa and Scott fan pic while training in Montreal
(August 14) – Tessa has a girls’ weekend with Nelly Furtado, Kelly, and friends in Montreal
(August 18) – Scott at The Tragically Hip concert in Ottawa
(August 19) – Scott tweets about being in Eganville - Tessa attends Midori’s wedding as a bridesmaid (Toronto)
(August 20) – Scott attends a Tragically Hip watch party at a hotel with his buddies (mention of him on a camping trip at Madawaska Valley) (Barry’s Bay, Ontario)  -  Tessa does some promotion for Adidas (Toronto)
(August 21) – Tessa on a plane back to Montreal
(August 23) – Tessa and Jordan sight seeing in Montreal
(August 24) – Tessa and Jordan hanging out in Montreal
(August 28) – Tessa strolling around in Montreal
(August 31 - Sept 2) – Skate Canada High Performance Camp
September 
(Sept 1) – Breaking the Ice 2016 gala
(Sept 2) ***** SCOTT’S BIRTHDAY *******
(Sept 2 - 8) – Tessa spends Labor Day weekend at the cottage // proceeds to stay there on vacation (Bayfield)
(Sept 9) – Tessa attends Producers Ball at TIFF (Toronto)
(Sept 11) – Tessa posts at the cottage
(September 17) – Tessa and Scott get interviewed at B2Ten event iDare and attend Grand Rendez-vous de Patinage Quebec Gala (Montreal)
(September 28) – SD Practice for ACI16 (Pierrefonds)
****(Sept 29 - Oct 1) – Autumn Classic International (Montreal)****
October 
(Oct. 3) – Tessa attends Art Series No. 5 at MBMTL (Montreal)
(Oct 7) – Tessa attends Drake Concert with Sister and Michael Tobin (Montreal)
(Oct 9) – Tessa watches Jays game at home
(Oct 10) – Tessa attends Tom Odell Concert (Montreal)
(Oct 16) – Tessa hanging out with Mom, Sister and Michael in Little Burgundy (Montreal)
(Oct 18) – Tessa attends Habs opening game (Montreal)
(Oct 21) – Tessa comments on working on their SD (Montreal)
****October 27-30 Skate Canada International (Mississauga, On)****
(Oct 31) – Scott at a Sports Marketing office (Waterloo, On)
November 
(Nov 2) – Tessa and Scott TSL Skype Interview (Montreal)
(Nov 5) – Tessa attends Museum of Fine Arts Ball (Montreal)
(Nov 8) – Tessa and Scott have dinner with Damian Warner, Derek Drouin and B2Ten at Foxy Restaurant (Montreal)
(Nov 9) – Tessa and Scott pics come out making them officially part of Team Quebec
(Nov 13) – Greg Kolz takes photos of Tessa and Scott training (Montreal)
****November 24-27 NHK Trophy (Nagano, Japan)****
(Nov 30) — Tessa attends a Shoebox Project event (Montreal)
December 
(Dec 4) – Tessa has breakfast in Montreal - Scott spotted at London Airport (attended friend’s memorial)
****December 8-11 Grand Prix Final (Marseille, France)****
(December 18) – Tessa photo shoot for Adidas (Toronto)
(December 24) – Tessa posts about being home for the holidays
(December 30) – Tessa posts being at home / Scott helps out at the Ilderton Skating Club
(December 31) – Tessa at a NYE party with Ana Golja (Toronto)
********************* 2017 ********************
January 
(January 13) – Tessa and Scott filmed footage for Nationals with TSN, later went to dinner with Jamie Reidel (Montreal)
****January 16 -22 Nationals (Ottawa)****
(January 22) – Scott spotted curling (Ottawa)
(January 29) – Tessa out shopping (Montreal)
February 
(February 4) – Moir’s Skate Shop Grand Opening (London)
(February 12) – arrive in PyeonChang
*****February 14 -19 4CC (PyeongChang, South Korea)*****
(February 24) – Tessa and Scott filmed with CBC at the MBAMTL
(February 26) – Tessa attends yoga in Montreal
(February 28) – Tessa and Scott training in Montreal
March 
(March 2) – Tessa and Scott attend Worlds Camp (Kingston, On)
(March 4) – Tessa Adidas Shoot with mom (Toronto)
(March 5) – Getting coffee at a cafe (Montreal)
(March 6) – Worked on SD with Sam Chouin (Montreal)
(March 7) – Tessa posted in Pilates Studio (Montreal)
(March 11) – Tessa posted in apartment (Montreal)
(March 17) – Tessa posted in the gym (Montreal)
(March 20) – Tessa shopping at Attwater Market (Montreal)
(March 24) – Tessa and Scott spotted near Olympic Rink (Montreal)
(March 25) – Last training day in Montreal before Worlds
*****March 29 - April 2 World FS Championships (Helsinki, Finland)*****
April 
(April 3 - 10) – Tessa and Mom in Paris // Vacation
(April 5) – Scott in Ilderton and spotted at bar in London (friendly guy)
(April 7) – Scott radio interview
(April 13) – Tessa at home (London) –Tessa announced an HB giveaway winner
(April 15) – Tessa at the cottage (Bayfield)
(April 18) – Tessa promotes their website is coming soon.
(April 20) – Tessa works out at Revkon (London)
(April 24) – /// Grandpa’s service/// (London)
(April 25) – Tessa and Scott traveling to Montreal
(April 28) – Tessa posts traveling to Chicago from Montreal
(April 29) – Hanging out with Liz Coyles in Chicago
(April 30) – Scott played Hockey for a cause at Centre Bell (Montreal)
May 
(May 2) – Tessa and Scott training in Montreal
(May 3) – Tessa attends Lets Bond at Holt Renfrew (Montreal)
(May 4) – Special Guests: CSOI // Toronto
(May 6) – Special Guests: CSOI // Hamilton (+) Western Ontario Hall of Fame Induction
(May 7) – Special Guests: CSOI // London
(May 8) – Tessa and Scott Acura West commercial shoot (London)
(May 10) – Roundhouse Radio Interview // say they are in Montreal
(May 13) – Tessa and Scott off ice dance practice with Sam (Montreal)
(May 17) – TESSA’s BIRTHDAY - training in Montreal
(May 20) – Tessa posts at the Ritz Carlton Hotel (Montreal)
(May 21) – Tessa running errands (Montreal)
(May 23-24) – Tessa posts balcony remodeling stories
(May 25) – Tessa out and about in Montreal
(May 26) – Grand Prix Assignments announced for 2017-18 Season
(May 26) – Tessa and Angela Curtis attend Illumination Night C2Montreal
(May 27) – Tessa out to drinks with Angela Curtis (Montreal) - Scott is MC at a Family Wedding (Southwold, Ontario)
(May 28) – Tessa posts biking in Montreal (photoshoot with Michael Tobin)
(May 30) – Tessa and Scott at the Gym with Mike Kingsbury (Montreal) - Tessa attends The Weeknd Concert
June 
(June 1-2) – Olympic Media Lab (Calgary)
(June 3) – Olympic Media Summit (Calgary)
(June 5) – Tessa posts video of training with Sam (Montreal)
(June 8) – Tessa posts during training pic with shirt (virtuetomoir) (Montreal)
(June 9) – Scott Livingston posts interview with them on facebook
(+) Tessa and Scott attend Ritz Carlton F1 GP Party (Montreal)
(June 10) – Tessa at Voss World event with Kat Bitove
(June 11) – Tessa and Scott attend F1 Grand Prix (Montreal)
(June 15) – Scott at dinner Jackson Ultima (Patrice, Mitch, Nikolaj) (Laval)
(June 16) – Training Montreal
(June 21) – Tessa at MAC Cosmetics
(June 27-July 1) – Tessa at cottage / Canada Day (Bayfield / Grand Bend)
July 
(July 4) – Tessa and Scott visited by Marnie McBean (Montreal)
(July 7) – Tessa and Scott attend Volta by Cirque du Soleil (Montreal) (+) Scott’s first INSTA STORY *****
(July 8) – Tessa and Scott at Serena Ryder concert ft. Miss Miku for Jazz Fest (Montreal)
(July 9) – Tessa and Scott early biking gym session
(July 17) – Tessa and Scott play hockey with Scott Livingston (Montreal)
(July 18) – Tessa and Scott have dinner at Spanish restaurant with Paola Fraschini and a friend from cirque du soleil (Montreal)
(July 27) – Tessa and Scott have lunch at L’avenue (Montreal)
(July 28) – Scott spotted at an airport
(July 29) – Tessa photo shoot for Hillberg and Berk (Montreal)
August 
(August 2) – Tessa and Scott partnership with VISA
(August 3) – Tessa has dinner with Erica Diamond (Montreal)
(August 5-6) – Tessa at Osheaga music festival (2nd day with Emily Selinger from H&B)
(August 7) – Tessa and Scott at P2 // Tessa at Rogers Cup
(August 11-13) – Tessa and Jordan at the cottage (Bayfield)
(August 15) – Tessa and Scott spotted at London Airport
(August 18) – Tessa and Kelly at Nelly Furtado Concert (Montreal)
(August 24) – Scott with Liam Firus at Moksha Yoga (Laval)
(August 25) – Tessa at Pilates with P2 (Montreal)
(August 27) – ****NEW WEBSITE IS RELEASED****
(August 30) – Skate Canada High Performance Camp
September 
(Sept 2) ***** SCOTT’S BIRTHDAY ******* + spotted at Ottawa Airport
(Sept 3) – Tessa posts being in Montreal apartment
(Sept 16) – Scott sighted in London + Tessa spotted in Toronto
(Sept 20) – Video of Scott and Liam at Moksha Yoga dance class comes out.
****(Sept 21 - Sept 23) – Autumn Classic International (Montreal)****
Sept 25 – Tessa and Sam Chouinard film for a CBC special (Montreal)
Sept 27 – Acura commercial released
Sept 29 - 30 – Tessa and Scott attend the B2Ten retreat with several athletes and Scott Livingston (Mont Tremblant)
October 
Oct 3 – Tessa and Scott speakers for the Marvin Meyers Memorial Fund for Pancreatic Cancer Research // P2Montreal
Oct 6 – Tessa attends Phantom of the Opera show with Sandra Rinaldi (Montreal)
Oct 7 – Scott pictured at MoirsSkateShop (London)
Oct 9 – Tessa and Scott training on Thanksgiving Day (Montreal)
Oct 11 – Tessa posts them training and thanking Adidas for Leafs gear
Oct 13 – Tessa attends Lets Bond (Montreal)
Oct 14 – Suzanne posts about Tessa and Scott surprise visit (Tavistock, On)
Oct 16 – Tessa takes over H&B Instagram account (TS seen training)
Oct 17 – Tessa announces partnership with Bon Look
Oct 21 – Tessa films for CBC Radio #NoLimits at the Art Museum (Montreal
Oct 22 – Scott films for CBC Radio #NoLimits playing hockey + dinner with crew after (Montreal) / Tessa goes to Spa Le Finlandais (Laval)
Oct 23 – Tessa films for CBC #NoLimits in the dance studio (Studio Bizz)
Oct 25 – Tessa and Scott board a plane together from Toronto to Regina
****October 27-29 Skate Canada International (Regina, Sask)****
Oct 30 – Tessa and Scott spotted at the airport
November 
Nov 1 – 100 DAYS UNTIL THE OLYMPICS
Nov 1 – Tessa and Scott training in the speed skaters’ arena
Nov 2 – Scott with Liam Firus at Moksha Yoga (Laval)
Nov 3 – Tessa filming for CBC at P2 Montreal
Nov 8-9 – NHK Practice
****November 10-12 NHK Trophy (Osaka, Japan)****
Nov 16 – Tessa and Scott + Sam Chouinard filming in a dance studio (Montreal)
Nov 17 – Tessa and Scott last media day before the Olympics. (Montreal)
Nov 18 – Tessa does an interview + Tessa and Scott attend Leafs vs Canadiens hockey game (Katerine Bitove and Mik Kingsbury)
Nov 19 – Tessa posts about new projects (costumes) with Mathieu Caron
Nov 29 – Scott at costume adjustments
December 
Dec 2 – Tessa does photo shoot for Bon Look + Training that evening
****December 7-10 Grand Prix Final (Nagoya, Japan)****
Dec 18 – Tessa and Scott announce partnership with Air Canada at an event (Toronto)
Dec 19 – Tessa back in Montreal
Dec 21 – Tessa attends Cirque du Soleil Crystal premiere (Montreal)
Dec 22 – Sam Chouinard posts with Tessa, Scott and Marie France (Montreal)
Dec 24 – Tessa posts back at home with Jordan (London)
Dec 25 – Scott’s childhood friend posts pic with Scott (Ilderton)
Dec 27 – Tessa posts back in Montreal
Dec 29 – Tessa at pilates
Dec 30 – Tessa and Scott training (Montreal)
Dec 31 – Tessa posts at Atwater Market (Montreal)
********************* 2018 ********************
January 
January 1 – Tessa and Scott spotted at the rink (Montreal)
Jan 3 – Tessa and Scott do a fly by (London)
January 6 – Tessa commercial shoot for Nivea (Montreal)
****January 11-14 CanNatTireFSChampionships (Vancouver,BC)****
January 14 – Figure Skating Olympic Team receives their jackets
January 15 – Tessa x Boonlook line released
January 16 – Tessa and Scott flag bearers announcement (Ottawa)
January 19 – training in Mtl
January 22 – Tessa and Scott working on choreo with Sam
January 24 – Tessa and Scott training in the gym
February 
February 5 – Tessa and Scott leave for Pyeongchang
Feb 9 - 25 WINTER OLYMPICS PYEONGCHANG, South Korea
Feb 26 – Tessa and Scott arrive at London + Scott has family party in Ilderton
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goodtoogo · 5 years
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One year later
It's August 21st 2018, the trailer is packed. I look around one more time, standing in the kitchen looking out over the island. Nimbus laying on the hardwood flooring in the room that used to be my living room. So many memories flooding over, the first time I met some of my family members. The time I got kicked out of the west Edmonton mall, the friends I made in Edmonton. The lessons I learned. The girl I met. Every moment a memory. I spent the first 6 months missing her, drinking about her. The first few months I spent with the girl with brown hair, she was my drug my intoxication. For a while I thought I moved back for her, later on I realized I learned I didn't move for her. I moved home. I moved in with my best friend, met the rest of my best friends I feel like I have a group of friends straight out of sweet 16. (If you know it, you know it) I love that I moved home. Everyone of my friends, Mitch, Mr Wednesday, Eleven, 🦆🕶️, all of them. I love them. Today is August 21st 2019. One year since I came home. I haven't been this happy in a long time, and I'm finally for the first time in a long time excited to see what life has for me
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