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here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

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again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year. 

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart? 

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For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

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#i have so many wips right now but i have a carnal need to write a gen fic that is just folk horror about the canadian golden boys trio #ever since i wrote that line like “they were chosen by the gods but in a greek tragedy way” i haven't stopped thinking about it #also now that i think about it i could do that with the brazilian wonderkids as well #i was talking to swaggy about how connor mcdavid and neymar are the two sides of the same tragic coin and its making me go feral #i have never written horror but it is calling to me like a siren #while i try to write my usual fluff and introspective fic disguised as smut #this is like a true hypothetical by the way but if i ever were to write it #it would be like genie wishes gone wrong type of thing with body horror n stuff #idk i do not have time to write this but i have soooo many ideas #someone sedate me PLEASE #k.writes

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check you out (part 6) | connor mcdavid

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Teaser: "Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

Your week had not been going well. It was only Tuesday, yet you were approaching your final breaking point. Your exam for one class was on different chapters than you had anticipated, your exam in another was harder than you could have imagined, and you received a not-so-nice score on an essay worth forty percent of your grade in a third class. It felt like your entire schedule was laughing at you day after day.

Although you spent the week buried in books, it felt like your efforts were for nothing. How the hell am I going to come back from this?, you thought.

But, that wasn't all that you had in your path. The icing on the cake was Connor telling you he would be out of town for two whole weeks, leaving for a team trip. They would be spending the time at a new training facility, their coaches citing it as a chance to work in a different environment, minus all potential distractions. Of course, they paid him more than enough to steal him for two weeks, but why now?

You didn't let him know how terribly timed this trip was, or how you felt your heart shatter in your chest after the words left his mouth. It wasn't like he had a choice, or that you would never see him again. You were sad that you wouldn't be able to retreat into Connor as you had gotten used to. You were sad that you couldn't rely on him to hold you so you fell asleep in a reasonable time rather than toss and turn through your anxiety-ridden thoughts.

You felt like you were being irrational, wanting him to stay so bad. It was selfish.

You were quieter than usual this night, but Connor didn't think too much about it. There was a movie playing, so he didn't expect you to be talking much anyway.

But really, you were holding back tears.

Your first resort when you were this upset was always to cry. You cried earlier before you saw Connor, and yesterday in the shower. Crying wasn't a big deal to you, you knew it helped you feel better after. Still, you didn't want Connor to see you cry. Especially when he was part of the reason why.

Connor still had you wrapped in his arms, your back against his chest as you both faced the TV. You did your best to shut your mind off and enjoy the feeling and smell of Connor. This was one of the last nights you would have with him, and you didn't want it tainted by your mess of emotions.

He absentmindedly drew shapes on your stomach where his hand was sprawled. Lasting almost an hour more than usual, you managed to fall asleep on the couch with him.

He sighed when he noticed, kissing the back of your head gently so he wouldn't disturb you. I'm gonna miss this, he thought. Connor was just as torn as you. He had a job to do, one he was on contract for. And, one that he was always happy and motivated to excel in.

With you in the picture, however, everything was more complicated. He didn't like the travel aspect of his job as much anymore. He didn't enjoy the lack of privacy or the limited free time, even just from the team staff. Once they found out you had attended one of the games, Connor was getting bugged daily about making you a regular and inviting you to team events.

This was all a nuisance now. All because they got in his way of spending time with you undisturbed. It was unhealthy, really, how much he thought about you and wanted to be with you. The closer you got, the happier he was.

He wasn't really watching the movie, his mind racing with all the different changes he had experienced this past year. He no longer only thought of himself, it was always Connor and Y/N. Even his grocery list started to be influenced by your favorites and not just his. When he was deciding if a night with the guys was happening, he always factored in your schedule, and if it was a better night to spend time with you than others. He would drop almost anything for you because he knew your schedule was just as busy as his.

Yet, he couldn't say no to this trip. And that was the problem: work would always trump what either of you wanted.

You could hear the quiet hum on the TV as you opened your eyes a few hours later. You looked around, noticing that you were in a different position than you remembered. You were laying on your stomach, which would never be possible if Connor was still beside you.

“Con?” You mumbled, slightly stretching and nuzzling you face into the pillow.

“Right here, baby,” You felt a squeeze to your calf. You sat up on your elbows, seeing Connor sitting with your feet in his lap. 

“What time is it?”

He looked at his watch, “9:30. Did you have a good nap?”

“Not really,” You mumbled, laying back down. Connor moved your legs from his lap before sliding between you and the back of the couch again. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You loved that he never hesitated to be wrapped around you now. You hadn't even been awake thirty seconds, and now you were engulfed in his arms. How are you ever going to get used to this?

“Was it too short for you?” He asked, laughing. 

“I feel like I could sleep for weeks,” You said, tangling your legs with his. “What have you been doing?”

“Watching games,” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” You sighed, closing your eyes again.

You could feel Connor chuckle as he spoke up again, “Do you not sleep at night?”

“It is nighttime,” You smiled into his shirt.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep,” He mumbled against your head. "We should head to bed, then."

"Did I ruin any plans?" You yawned.

"Of course not," He answered, squeezing you in his arms. "There were no plans, just you."

You leaned your head up to kiss his pulse point. "I hate that you have to leave for two weeks."

"I know," He let out a sigh. "But, it'll go by fast and I'll be back."

"Can you carry me upstairs?" You smirked. You could feel him roll his eyes as he sat up.

"You're also a pain in my ass, baby," He said, using the remote to turn off the TV. "You're lucky I like it."

"So lucky," You teased.

"Shut up," He laughed. Unannounced, he slid his arms under you and pulled you into his arms. You gasped, grabbing for him to anchor yourself.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You could have warned me."

"You wanted a ride, I'm giving it to you. I can put you down, no problem."

"Has anyone told you how much a brat you are?" You mumbled into his neck.

"A few people, actually," He laughed. He carried you up his stairs and into his bedroom.

"Bathroom, please," You requested. Connor obliged, letting you down at his bathroom door.

"Your highness," He joked.

"Thanks, baby," You smiled.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "Don't take long."

You did. To be fair, you finally remembered to bring each step of you nighttime skincare routine, something you always failed to do. It wasn't absurd, maybe 12 minutes of steps, but Connor would never understand. He only washed his face and then dried it with a towel...

"Babe," You could hear him groan from his bed.

"Just a second," You rolled your eyes in the mirror. Finally, you put on your moisturizer before tucking everything back into your bag. You changed into your PJs for the night, one of Connor's old boxers, and your old T-shirts.

“You look cute,” You heard Connor say from his bed once you turned off his bathroom light. You rolled your eyes as you put your clothes in the laundry hamper.

“Shut up.”

He laughed, “What? I’m being serious!”

“I told you not to say anything about how I look before bed,” You replied.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why. You look cute, you always do,” He responded.

Sighing, you slid into his bed next to him. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just an asshole, so I don’t know what you want me to say” 

He laughed, reaching over to pull you to his chest, “You know I’m serious. Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

You cuddled into his chest, both of you enjoying the silence for a few moments. You were just beginning to get used to having Connor around for your routines. One time, he sat in the bathroom just to watch you do every step. Now, he settled for waiting from the bed and rushing you. It felt incredibly domestic. Things with Connor had been starting to feel more and more like this as time went on.

You loved this trend, because you were finally getting the true experience of having a boyfriend. In your past, you had always been the one giving more and feeling more. But with Connor, he was just as invested as you.

That's why, the next day when you had hit the peak of your anxiety, your first instinct was to find a corner and call Connor. He had left you at his place for early practice, and now you were at your school's library because you couldn't focus anywhere else.

You studied for a bit, and then took one of your online exams... which went terribly. It took everything not to slam your computer close and scream. Instead, you slowly closed your laptop, picked up your phone, and moved yourself to an empty stairwell.

You went to your recents, which surprisingly was only Connor and family. Dialing his number, you leaned back against the wall.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Con,” You bit your lip. “Are you busy?”

“I’m at the rink, so a little,” He responded. “Why? What’s up?”

“I just had a tough morning and wanted to talk,” You mumbled. “I just failed my test. I studied so ha-”

“-Wait, I’m sorry. I really can't stay on the phone, I’m with the team,” He cut you off. “Can I call you after practice?”

You paused, “Uhm, okay? I didn’t even finish my sentence.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He breathed, sighing after. “I have practice soon, and I really have to focus. They’re counting on me here.”

“Mhm,” You nodded, although he couldn’t see you. You were doing your best to hide your disappointment because it really wasn't his fault, but add another point to the world against you. “Sorry I called.”

“I don’t want you to be upset with me,” He responded, pausing for a beat. “I want to talk to you, I want to help, but I can’t right this second, especially if it can wait.” You could wait.

“Understood,” You mumbled.

He sighed, “Can we talk when I’m done with practice? Please? I want to be able to give you my full attention.”

“Sure.”

“Baby, I can hear it in your voice, I know you’re upset,” He said. “I'm just not in the space or environment right now to give you the attention you deserve and need."

"You have no idea what I need, Connor. You're not even listening."

He let out a deep sigh, and you were sure he was probably scratching his head about what to say to not make things worse. "Y/N, please."

“When you go through your shit with hockey, I’m always there and I listen to everything you say to me. You’ve called me while I was slammed with work or assignments before and what did I do? I gave you time to vent. I tried. You barely did that and for once, I actually just needed my boyfriend to listen. But of course, hockey comes first. Have fun at practice, Connor. I guess I’ll talk to you after, like you said.” 

You could faintly hear him say your name as you removed the phone from your ear and ended the call. Well, that's not what you wanted.

Your phone buzzed seconds later with a text from him.

Connor: I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset. I'll come over right after I'm done, I promise.

You were so over it.

You went back to your desk, gathered everything, and headed back home. When you got to your bedroom, you dropped your stuff at your door before laying face down on your bed until you settled in for a nap.

As you lounged on your couch later that day with Netflix playing on the TV, your phone buzzed from the table.

Connor: Are you still home? 

You sat back, locking your phone. Minutes later, it buzzed again. 

Connor: Can we talk? Please

You: I’m home

Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your door. You got up, opening it.

“Did you text me after you got here?”

He nodded, his hands in his pockets. “I literally just left practice, I haven't gone home yet.”

You stepped aside to let him in. As he took his coat off, you walked back over to the couch, laying back down. Connor came over, sitting by your legs but facing you. “Can we turn this off for a second?”

“Why?” You kept your eyes on the screen but you could feel his staring at you.

“Baby,” He said, softly. “Please.”

You reached for the remote, pressing the power button. You sat in silence for a few moments before Connor spoke again.

“Ever since I was six, my life has been hockey. I’ve never cared about anything as much, and I’ve been fine with that. It’s brought me a lot of success and it makes me hap-”

“-I get it,” You cut him off. “You love hockey, and hockey loves you.”

“Can we, just..?”  He huffed before gently pushing your legs off of the couch and moving closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, shifting on the couch so you were sitting up.

“You’re pissed, and I deserve it. But, I’m trying to talk to you and I can’t do that if you're not even looking at me.”

“I can still hear without looking at you,” You mumbled. “And, I’m not pissed.”

“I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend,” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I know it’s common sense, and I’m trying but I fucked up today. You’re right, I could have at least given you five minutes, and I’m sorry for that. I had the coaches in my head and I was being a fucking idiot. You’re supposed to be able to call me whenever something happens, and I’m supposed to listen. I want to listen. As important as hockey is to me, so are you and I know I need to do a better job of showing that.”

You didn’t say anything as he looked at you. You got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to pull out the wine bottle from your fridge. Connor followed you, sitting at the counter. 

A few hours after your phone conversation, you realized you bit Connor's head off, not because of anything he did, but moreso the combination of circumstances that pushed you to call in the first place. He was working, he had the right and reason to cut the call short.

“You have always been there for me whenever I was going through something and you didn’t deserve me shutting you down like that. I’m really, really sorry.”

You filled a glass with wine, looking over at him. “Do you want one?”

“Babe, seriously,” He said. “We have to talk about this.”

“I heard everything you said, Connor.”

“Can you come sit?”

You sighed, bringing the bottle and glass with you to sit next to Connor.

“What happened today?” He asked softly, pulling you chair closer to his. 

“I spent the whole day crying, Connor,” You responded, looking over at him. “The entire day. And, I thought that calling you would help but it just made everything worse. I’m exhausted, sad, and just over it.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?” 

“Not at all,” You took an embarrassingly large sip of the wine.

“Can I stay?” He searched your face. “Or, do you want me to leave? I would understand if you did.”

“Please stay,” You whispered. You didn’t expect your voice to fail you, but Connor caught on as his shoulders fell. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. This is what you needed. You called Connor that morning because in a matter of seconds, he could make you feel better. Having that backfire made your problems even worse, but now, finally having him exactly where you needed him, you didn’t even care about this morning. 

I’m fucked, you thought, as you relaxed into him almost immediately. How can one person make everything better, even after a major failure? 

Besides this morning, Connor always made you feel safe and heard. You didn’t know how you had never experienced this with your exes, but you wouldn’t mind never having to give this up. 

“I’m sorry that you had a bad day,” He mumbled into your shoulder after a few moments. “And, I’m sorry I made it worse and was such a dick.”

“I forgive you.”

He pulled back, making you look at him. “Never again.”

“I shouldn’t have called you at practice, anyway,” You responded, reaching for your glass again.

He shook his head, “That's not true. You can call me whenever you need me. I was in the wrong today, not you. You needed me and I wasn’t there.”

“It’s fine,” You said. After taking another sizable gulp, you set the glass back down and looked back at him. He was already looking at you, like you had guessed.

“What do you want to do?” He asked softly, moving the hair that had fallen past your face. 

“Cuddle,” The barely audible word was loud enough as Connor smiled.

“I can definitely do that.”

"And, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I should have known that calling you at work would not bode well."

"You were having a tough time," He started. "I'm your boyfriend, you have a right to call me, even if I was on the ice. I can't guarantee that I'll answer, but at least I'll know I need to call you back. I don't want you to stop yourself from asking for me and my time. I want to know what you need so I can give it to you. I didn't give you that chance to tell me this morning, and that wasn't okay."

"I feel like I should be doing more apologizing."

"Well, I'm not gonna let you because you don't have to apologize anymore," He said, standing up. "Let's move back to the couch."

He grabbed the bottle for you, and you followed him to your living room. He placed the bottle on your coaster before disappearing back into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a beer in his hand.

You didn't even like beer. But, once you noticed how Connor's home bar was filled with this particular brand, you made sure to always have a pack in your fridge for him. You smiled to yourself, for the first time that day, simply because you were reminded how much Connor had taken over your life, in all the best ways.

"What?" Connor couldn't help the smile that was fighting its way onto his face from your expression. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he got comfortable in his spot on your couch.

"I hate beer."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm well aware."

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAYIN’ SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT

↳ series masterlist!

↳ summary: in which y/n is greeted by a sudden revelation on the night of chris’ most anticipated game, the one that determines whether or not the bruins get into the playoffs and she’s left apologizing for the night that caused it all.

↳ parings: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

↳ warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions and descriptions of violent fights, verbal arguments, unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortions, comments from the other team and hecklers, open ending, angst, angst, angst, and more angst.

↳ author's note: loosely based off back to december (taylor’s version) by taylor swift! , red italics are comments from random people!

↳ important things to note 0.02: a) i’m canadian and a montreal fan ‘til the day i die so writing a boston centric fic where the bruins win is killing me. b) i’m writing it so that carey price is still the canadien’s goalie bc i miss him and he was my favourite goalie.

THIRD PERSON POV

to be in the limelight alone is tough. to be in it for something such a hockey, where a million and one eyes are watching your every move, scrutinizing every play you make, every workout you do to toughen your body and build your endurance for the tasking time spent on the ice is even tougher, but to do all of that with a public relationship is the toughest thing.

chris knew that announcing his relationship at the peak of his career with the boston bruins was not going to be easy. he had all eyes on him as the bruins' newest right winger, but not only was he the newest player, he was also the youngest to join in years.

just like connor mcdavid's rise to fame with the edmonton oilers, chris was in the spotlight and it wasn't easy. he was in the spotlight because he was a phenomenal player with a chipper attitude that most hockey players don't seem to have. he had been scouted at one of his toughest games in his college career and almost immediately the contracts began flowing and the drafting process had started.

as eyes of everyone involved in the hockey world began to shift to the star of what they called "the boston bruins' new era and future captain", so did the female attention. not only was chris good at what he did, but he was insanely good looking, at least to the younger female demographic that had taken an interest in hockey.

but he didn't care for the, for a lack of a better name, puck bunnies or the future hockey wives in training, he had his own hockey wife sitting front row in the v.i.p section at every game, smiling as she watched him zip back and forth between his teammates and the teammates that he was facing

as he announced who the mystery girl in his practice jersey at every game was, he faced an onslaught of even more hate disguised as criticism and scrutiny from devout bruins fans, potential drafting scouts, and anyone willing to spare an opinion. but as the rather distasteful comments rolled in, his skin grew thicker, because as long as he had her to go home to, he could handle it.

PRESENT TIME

chris sat on the bench in the hallway adorning the infamous bruins logos, each brick in the wall holding some sort of history of the team, twirling tape around the blade of his stick. he found the dressing room too stuffy right before a game, so he and john beecher sat outside the dressing room, joking amongst themselves as they prepared for the game.

"cmon man, you played big games before you'll be fine." john chuckled, handing chris back his spare roll of stick tape as chris sighed.

"i know, it's just a big fuckin' game tonight. haven't played montreal yet."

"wait this is your first game against montreal?"

"yes and as a boston native, i know this is the game, just don't wanna fuck up when this decides whether or not we make it to playoffs."

"kid you'll be fine, you've outdone mcdavid's first year and that's pretty fuckin' bizarre 'cause he's a powerhouse." beecher reassured, clapping the young right winger on the shoulder before heading back to the dressing room. chris stared at the wall across, still struggling to comprehend how his life has become the way it is, he's incredibly grateful for the opportunities he's gotten and proud of the work he's put in, it's just still hard to fathom.

sensing that she should give her boyfriend a quick visit before he went on to the ice, y/n made her way through the crowds of people, smiling at the fans that addressed her, politely declining to take pictures until after the game. she proudly donned a large "8" and the name "STURNIOLO" scrawled across the back of a black away-game jersey and black jeans and her trusty, yet dirty, air forces, proudly showing her support for the man she's loved for six years, since she was a small fourteen year old navigating her year of high school with the triplets by her side.

the thin plastic stick weighed heavy in the pocket of her hoodie she wore beneath the jersey, she was about to tell chris about it, to give him a little motivation to play extra hard. but when she spotted the reporter’s mic pointed toward his helmet covered face, she placed that idea on the back burner. smiling she approached chris,

“hey mister big shot.” she laughed, causing chris to grin as he introduced her to the reported as his girlfriend. the reporter quickly bid the couple goodbye, leaving them to have their moment together.

“hey so i’ve got some really good news for you.” y/n smiled, smoothing her hands over his shoulder pads as he tugged off his helmet, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“listen i wanna go be apart of the chant so i need to go, can this news wait?”

“i guess so. give ‘em hell baby, i love you.”

“always ma, i love you.” chris replied, bouncing on his skates slightly before shoving his helmet back on, quickly shoving his way through the door leading to short hallway his team would walk through.

y/n stared at his back, watching him fade away as she was left to mull over the news she was about to tell chris. it was the start of his career and she didn’t want to derail it any, so the choice between telling him now or tell him in a month waged a violent war in her mind.

shaking her head, she made her way back to the staircase leading to the v.i.p section, as she wove through crowds of people, she heard the gasps and murmurs.

“that’s who the new bruins guy is dating? i won’t be shocked when he starts fucking the puck sluts in a month.”

“she looks out of place and that jersey is so unflattering on her.”

“i hope sturniolo comes to his senses and dumps her ass soon.”

scoffing, y/n climbed the stairs, pushing the overwhelmingly upsetting thoughts from her mind as she spotted nick and matt in their seats. breaking the news to someone was imperative to her, not telling someone would break her but she didn’t know whether she should tell someone before chris.

of course she and chris had talked about their views on starting a family together and the idea of raising a baby together but there was one issue,

chris wanted to wait until secured a long term contract with the bruins. he didn’t want anything to deter his plans. and y/n understood, he has worked so unbelievably hard to get to the position he’s in now. starting a family takes a lot of dedication, time, effort, and devotion without distractions. chris was concerned that if they had a baby early on in his professional hockey career, she’d be left alone to carry out so many of the responsibilities that being a parent brought on.

so as y/n made her way to her designated seat, her heart felt heavy. her doubts only grew with every step she took, and it felt like her body had been held down, it was as if she had cinder blocks chained to her ankles. as she sat beside nick, he picked up on her mood, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that sonething was bothering her though. nick bumped her elbow with his, as if to ask what’s wrong and she just smiled and shook her head.

mary-lou, who was sat behind y/n and her three sons, immediately knew what was going on. y/n had a certain glow to her, despite the sorrowful look that had become deeply etched into her skin. she knew that pained expression anywhere, she understood what the taut shoulders, pinched eyebrows, and distraught gleam in her eyes all too well. but the older woman put her excitement about becoming a grandmother off to the side, deciding she’d wait to gloat until y/n had accepted the idea her self.

the family conversed among themselves while the teams prepared to saunter out onto the ice, letting the fans get hyped up. a voice boomed from above, prompting cheers and hollers from the people taking up the stands.

“please welcome your home team, the boston bruins!” the commentator exclaimed, dragging out the words boston bruins in typical emcee fashion, allowing the fans and supporters chant for their team as he played the bruins’ intro song as they skated onto the ice one by one, the emcee announcing the names and numbers above the music.

y/n couldn’t help but lett the pride and excitement she felt show brightly on her face, despite the worries she suffered deep down. she was so incredibly proud of chris, him landing a secure spot on the bruins was a long time coming. it was his dream back in high school the moment he secured a spot on his high school’s team with ease. he was a natural born hockey player and it showed through the surplus of dedication he put into it. and y/n felt more than lucky to be there on the sidelines from the very beginning.

as the emcee asked from everyone to stand for the national anthem, a cheesy grin broke out on her face as chris stood on the offensive line facing the vip box, and pointed up to where he knew she’d be sitting before forming his hand into the best half heart possible that his bulky gloves would allow. she felt her cheeks warm with a deep blush as chris’ family playfully teased her for having their brother and son completely and unfalteringly whipped.

“shut up!” she laughed, her nerves drifting away as the game started. the excitement she never failed to feel at every single one of chris’ games, whether it was just him filling in for the local adult men’s teams or an exhibition game for his old college team, she was always filled with adrenaline as she stood and sat in the stands.

but that was expected when born into a city that favours the winter sport, you were either born with the excitement coursing through your veins or you were born with a deep hatred for it filling every crevice of your body. there was no in between.

y/n cheered along with chris’ family as he zipped, swerved, bobbed, and weaved up and down the ice. that was one thing that most players envied chris for, he was fast and slick, almost as if he was water slipping through your fingers.

and not only was he fast, he held great control over the puck as she moved down the ice, the puck never got away from him as he maneuvered it between players, alternating which side his stick was covering and pushing it.

there was fifteen seconds left in the second period and both montreal and boston held three goals each as chris stood for a moment back checking as his teammates guarding him, and with five seconds ticking down, he delivered a brutal slap shot, sending the puck into the net behind carey price who had dropped to block it a second too late.

the bruins fans’ side of the stands erupted in loud cheers, and so did y/n and chris’ family, his parents laughing giddily as matt made a backhanded comment about price being too old for goaltending.

“i will be right back, i have to use the washroom.” y/n interjects, letting nick know where she’d while the rest of them grabbed drinks.

“yo y/n, you drink budlight right?” justin hums, causing her stomach to drop, her usual habit of having a beer with them at chris’ games being something she hadn’t even considered.

“uh can you just grab me an iced tea? i’ve got an early appointment tomorrow and i’d rather not show up at my doctor’s smelling like beer.” she laughs nervously, causing justin to shrug and accept her answer before heading off to the concession stand near the entrance of the vip box.

“i’ll come with you, i’ve got to use the ladie’s room too.” mary-lou hums, smiling appreciatively as y/n waited for her.

however as they made their way to back of the section they were sitting in, mary-lou motioned for y/n to follow her out into the small hallway that lead to the smoking doors, it was empty as the two stood there.

“how far along are you?” mary-lou whispers, unable to withhold her suspicions any longer, and the abrupt question had y/n’s stomach twisting into more knots than it was already in.

“wha-how did you figure it out?”

“i’ve had my suspicions for a while, the last time you were over i heard you throwing up, and you’ve got the pregnancy glow. plus you’ve been wearing baggy clothes and you aren’t drinking tonight.”

“fuck. sorry for my language. but i think i’m about two and a half months along. last month i just thought my period was late because i was sick and when i get sick, my period is normally late. but then i missed this month’s too and it clicked.”

“have you told chris yet?” mary-lou spoke, her voice soft as she rest a reassuring hand on her future daughter in law’s arm as she shook her head.

n“i wanted to tell him before the game, to give him a little motive to play harder but he didn’t want to miss the chant and pep talk so he left before i could say anything about it. i’ve got the test in my pocket and i know it’s not smart to go off just one test so that’s why i’m going to the doctor tomorrow.”

“well i think you should tell him, i think he’ll be happy.”

“that’s what i’m worried about, he wanted to wait until he secured a long term contract. we had this conversation about a month ago.”

“you can’t necessarily control these things. a family comes to be when it’s meant to happen, not when you want it to happen.”

mary-lou’s words stuck deep in y/n’s mind. she knew that chris’ mother was right. y/n had just wished her and chris were a bit more careful that drunken night in the hotel.

FLASHBACK

chris and y/n’s drunken giggles bounced off the walls as they pushed their way into their room. they had gone out for dinner with the team and eventually broke off on their own after swiping two of the complementary bottles of champagne that the teams managers had provided.

they stumbled through the city after hiding in an empty room in the banquet hall, chugging the nasty liquor as quick as they could handle on empty stomachs.

“god baby, you look so pretty in this dress, just wanna tear it off you.” chris rasped, his cheeks flushing and eyes drooping, from the alcohol, or the effect his girlfriend had on him, or maybe even both, she wasn’t quite sure. making him look all the more enticing to y/n.

“do it then.” y/n slurred back, pulling chris into a messy, sloppy, yet incredibly hot, like searingly hot, make out, chris’ hands roamed her body feverishly, unable to stay in one place very long.

as their ministration progressed, so did their desire for one another and the lingering buzz they had from the alcohol left room for a few less than sound decisions. chris drunkenly justified going in raw by saying “just wanna feel as close to you as possible.” and that was all the convincing y/n needed, but she made him promise to pull out in time.

but due to their inebriation, chris wasn’t quick enough but they had long forgotten it by the time morning came.

FLASHBACK OVER

and now she was paying the price for them being reckless. sighing, she made her way back to her seat just as the intermission ended and chris' team made their way back to the home bench, their net switching back to the end they started out on.

it wasn't too far into the third period when the canadiens were getting aggressive, the score was eight to five in favour of boston and montreal was getting mad that they were losing the game, the most awaited game since it was announced boston and montreal would be facing each other to land a bracket in the playoffs.

the fact that it was also playoff season made y/n's stomach twist even tighter, she felt sick. she was so scared she was going to fuck up chris' life plan and she couldn't bear that idea.

but her current worries were thrown on the back burner when she watched a much bigger player from montreal's team check chris, sending him flying back against the ice, his head ricocheting off the ice, leaving chris laying flat on the ice.

chris' coach calls a time-out while paramedics quickly make their way onto the ice, carrying chris off the ice, and before y/n could react, she was pushing her way through the bustling crowd and stomping down the stairs, quickly sprinting to chris' change room.

"i'm sorry ma'am but you can't be in here."

"i'm his fiance." y/n spits, pushing her way into the change room, immediately rushing to chris, raising her hand to play with his hair, pausing momentarily to silently ask for permission which was granted by him leaning into her touch.

"we're okay, if anything happens, we'll call for you." chris rasps, waving away the paramedics, sighing sadly after being told he's not allowed back on the ice for the rest of the game to prevent being knocked around again because he was highly vulnerable to getting a concussion right now.

"tell me something to distract me, baby." chris whispers, pulling y/n into his lap, the bulky padding beneath her feeling foreign as she leans her head on her shoulder.

"i'm not sure what to talk about." she laughs as he rubs his hand back and forth along her thigh.

"your news from earlier."

"oh." she squeaks, her voice almost inaudible as she realizes that it's now or never. sighing, she grabs the test out of her pocket from beneath the spare jersey she wore, placing it into chris' hand with a heartbroken expression and timid voice,

"we're pregnant, chris."

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love a good cliffhanger!! if you want me to make this into a mini-series i am beyond willing to! i have plans for this story tbh<3

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MASTERLIST

JAMIE DRYSDALE

Last Call Inspired by "Last Call" by Will Linley.

NIKITA ZADOROV

My Jersey After a little rain comes sun... And thunder. Thunder in the form of a six-foot five Russian defenseman.

That Scar Hurt By The Way In a world where everyone has a soulmate link, you happened to luck out with a pain link.

NATHAN MACKINNON

Lost In Japan Inspired by "Lost In Japan" by Shawn Mendes.

TYLER SEGUIN

Picasso The perfect family... Mum. Dad. And three dogs. With a touch of fluff and uninformed comment.

DYLAN LARKIN

You know I love you right? After bad game, what more could you ask for? Maybe just chinese, Netflix and some good old cuddling.

CONNOR MCDAVID

I’m Your Favourite, Eh? An All-Star Competition and a married couple with a kiddo. What more could you ask for?

I Brought Too Many Sorry Female issues are always a fun time of month. Even worse... running out of pads in a time of need. Luckily someone comes to the rescue, a little too well.

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Surprise Cheerleader Surprises from one party to another during a big Volleyball game.

All-Star Love The NHL All Star weekend is always fun. But bring in a romance… Then that's when it becomes interesting.

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Hey There Delilah Inspired by "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's.

NICO HISCHIER

Thanks For The 20 Kiddos Hosting hockey players was normal. Guys that would become brothers. Until him.

Cupid Cousin First game against his old team for your cousin and he wants you there. Luckily some of his ex-teammates are cute.

The Aussie BBQ Experience You finally got to take Nico home to Australia. He got the true experience of an Aussie BBQ.

The Aussie Easter Experience Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter after being not making the playoffs.

The Aussie Snack Experience As a marketing idea, you get to feature in a video with Nico trying snacks from your home country.

The Aussie Chrissie Experience Since Nico is injured just before Christmas, you head back to Australia for Nico to experience an Aussie Chrissie.

Sorry But I Really Like Her You head to Newark to see your parents new place after avoiding it like the plague. Maybe this time, something with make you want to come back.

We're Not Naked You just wanted some time alone with your partner. Sadly, your brothers are clingy.

Hughes Siblings Acquired (Part 1) Somehow, the New Jersey Devils acquire a player who will fit in well on the team.

Welcome to New Jersey (Part 2) Quinn arrives to New Jersey and has his first training with his brothers and new team.

The Sugar Fix After opening your cafe and bar, a familiar hockey player comes in opening day. Seems like he remembers you too.

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Prom Queen Inspired by "Prom Queen" by Molly Kate Kestner.

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Opening Night For once Mat is your pretty accessory for your big night. Instead of the other way round.

Drunken Mistakes (Part 1) After receiving some bad news, you just wanted to not be alone. After a couple drinks, what most likely is a bad decision, starts to sound too good to miss.

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Something In The Orange Inspired by the song "Something In The Orange" by Zach Bryan. Little Miss Klutz Despite you hating your pain link to your soulmate, he had a tendency to look on the brighter side.

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You’re Not Useless Broken bones and being bed bound can affect you more than physically. Fighting words are thrown between the pair.

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My Family A pair of friends reunite with a surprise in store for one of them. Oops, it's a baby.

Bad Day = Cuddles After the worst day you have had in a long time, your boyfriend at home was ready to take care of you.

You're My Favouite A visit to your family goes wrong when Auston meets your Aunt.

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Halloween Surprise The team's Halloween party seemed like the perfect time to reveal to everyone who you were dating.

MITCH MARNER

God, You’re Amazing A championship game ends up being the best day for multiple people's lives.

Stop Flirting With Marner! A few Leafs spy a figure skater practicing on the ice of the All-Star Arena. After persistent bugging from his friends, one finds himself embarrassing himself to try score a date.

WILLIAM NYLANDER

Flirt With Her Tomorrow A day spent at a stable as a team bonding exercise turns out to be a great place to meet people for some.

Never Letting You Go Again Bumping into exes are always fun. But with a little meddling from a sweet cafe owner who's missed her favourite regulars, some truths are revealed.

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

Baking Antics A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Kick Ass Your first time back in a competition and your luck charm definitely helped.

QUINN HUGHES

Support My Girl The final dance concert comes around and you're lucky to have such a supportive family.

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UPDATED: 9/11/23

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fic rec friday: puck protection by lee_whimsy

Two weeks before the '14-'15 playoffs, the Pittsburgh Penguins turned into actual penguins.

In retrospect, it was probably the best thing that could have happened to them.

( 3k | rated g | fluff | animal transformation | team centric)

inspired by ninjaomelet's iconic penguins drawings, this is the sweetest fluff fic with real heart and a great sense of humour. it's primarily interested in team dynamics, allowing us little glimpses into the way the pens (in their new, fluffy incarnations) care for and interact with one another, but, of course, the sidgeno interactions are particularly heartwarming. all in all, it's just the loveliest comfort read.

as a bonus, the fic was written in 2015 (almost ten yrs ago...) and has a lovely period charm about it, complete with references to the pens "tanking for mcdavid" and musings on the catastrophic 2015 season.

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Cheater cheater pumpkin eater

No warnings just fluff 😊

I’m y/n and I play on the umich girls hockey team while my boyfriend luke hughes plays on the men’s team

“Hey babe wanna play a quick game after we get out of class” “y/n I’m too tired” “lukeyyyyyy pleaseeeeeeee” I asked as I gave him my puppy dog eyes, he sighed before saying “ok fine” before looking back at his computer.

At the rink

“Babe tie your skates” luke says to me “uh luke all good boyfriends tie their girlfriends skates,duh” he rolls his eyes(in a joking manner) before he laughs and walks over to me, as he’s tying my skates I say “thank you lukey” “mhm” he stands up and we make our way on the ice as we’re playing the game i trip him with my stick and he falls that gives me enough time to score a goal “YEAHHHH 1-0 TAKE THAT LUKE” “YOU CHEATED Y/N” “did not” as he gets up i push him from behind and score another goal “WHOHOO 2-0 TAKE THAT LUKEY” “THIS ISNT FAIR Y/N” “yes it is” I say I give Luke a moment to get back up before we start to play again, luke scores a goal “luckeyyy that’s not fair” I say “babe you literally just tripped and pushed me down” “goalie interference no goal” I say as I pretend to be ref “y/n there’s no goalie” “so,I make the rules here luke” we play for 30 more minutes and I end of ‘winning’ “you only won cause you cheated” “did not, lukey just admit I’m better than you” “sure whatever you say babe” “lukey I could definitely play in the nhl , I’m like the next Connor mcdavid” “keep dreaming pretty girl” he says as he unties my skates.

This one is kinda bad this idea just popped into my mind and I wanted to write it down lol but if you like it make sure to like the post and follow me🥰!!!

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[ao3feed-hockey]

where’d all the time go?

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by keyshui

“Leon wants to cut his ears off. He’s never wished more to be completely deaf and perfectly unaware than nowbefore. Oblivion would be a blessing at a time like this.

  He has, unfortunately, two perfectly functional ears, and is extremely aware of the noises being made behind the wall between his and Connor’s bedroom.”

 or, Matthew and Connor have a tradition of hooking up during Gary’s summer training. Leon wants nothing to do with it.

Words: 9331, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matthew Tkachuk, Leon Draisaitl, Connor McDavid, Mitch Marner

Relationships: Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk, Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk

Additional Tags: Smut, Light Dom/sub, Accidental Voyeurism, Bad BDSM Etiquette, it’s lighthearted though, Mutual Pining, all three of them are stupid, Comedy, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Friends With Benefits, Rivals With Benefits, Unexpected Kink, what happens at gary’s stays at gary’s, Time as a Motif, Porn With Plot, Song: Where’d All The Time Go (Dr. Dog), Submissive Matthew Tkachuk

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LlFUD61

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#5

this shirt makes me feel things

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#4

Black Tie

Pairing: Connor McDavid x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Every once in a while there was a black tie event hosted by the team that Connor had to attend. As a member of the Oilers organization you also had to attend. You and Connor both hated fake sipping champagne and talking to people you hardly knew. For the past two years that similarity drew you to each other. This year, though, had Connor feeling flirty. 

Request: Request #29 with Connor McDavid? 👉🏼👈🏼 (from anon) 

Fluff Prompt #29: “Who gave you permission to go out in public looking like that?”

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It was nearing the point in the evening when your social battery was dangerously close to zero. Like, blinking red about to be stranded in the middle of the ocean with no life preserver, dangerously close to zero. And if you knew Connor McDavid as well as you thought you did, his would be in the danger zone too. 

“That time of the night, Y/N?” Zach chirped as you walked past him. You shot him a look and playfully flipped him off as you continued on your way to what would become your safe corner for the night. You sat down and tried your best to look like you didn’t want to jump out the window. 

“I see the clock has struck midnight for the both of us,” the voice of your fellow introvert Connor McDavid had you genuinely smiling for the first time all night. 

“Thank god,” you sighed as he sat down at the table across from you, placing his drink down in front of him. “It looks like you lasted longer than me this year.” 

“I actually think we both tapped out at the same time,” Connor said, looking around for any sponsors he might have to hide from. “There are times I rethink my career choice and this is one of them.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed, making eye contact with him. Like always, your stomach fluttered. “This industry isn’t the best if you’re not an extrovert.” 

“I genuinely have no idea how Leon does it,” Connor said, looking over to see Leon Draisaitl in the middle of the room somehow managing three different conversations and one of them was in German. “Man is a god.” 

“He has to be,” you agreed, shaking your head in awe. “There is literally no other explanation.” 

Connor laughed and took a sip of his drink. He swallowed before turning his gaze onto you. Your cheeks heated up to the point you would have sworn your face was literally glowing. 

“So what was the conversation that did you in?” with his question the party around you seemed to melt away. 

“New camera equipment, believe it or not,” you answered. 

“Really?” Connor was surprised. “I thought you loved getting new gear?” 

“I do, believe me I do,” you worked for the Edmonton Oilers’ media department. Getting new gear before a season was like Christmas. “But there was just something about it tonight that I could not sit through.” 

“Business conversations are the worst,” Connor agreed. “I couldn’t even explain what the one I just abandoned was about. I think it was skate laces? I don’t even know.” 

“Who knew these black tie events could be so goddamn boring,” you said, eliciting a laugh from Connor. 

“Agreed.” 

Connor thought for a second before speaking again. He wasn’t sure if it was the amount of drinks he’d had at the party or if it was something else, but he had a little extra courage that had his threshold for stupidity so far up it was in danger of becoming part of the ballroom ceiling.

“Hey, wanna leave?” 

“I’m sorry?” you looked at him in shock. You had been to countless of events like these and ended up in this scenario countless of times before but not once had Connor proposed the idea of ditching. “I know you won’t get fired but I still have my job to worry about.” 

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Connor said as he stood up. Oh. He was serious. “If someone gives you a hard time just point them in my direction. I’ll say you were feeling sick and since I was with you you just asked me to take you home.” 

“Alright, I guess that’s believable enough,” you answered and took his hand, allowing him to help you up from your seat. 

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#3

500th

Pairing: David Pastrnak x reader 

Type: Smut 

Warnings: Oral (f+m receiving), fingering, swearing, protected sex, hair pulling kink, cockwarming 18+ ONLY 

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You knew David was close to 500 career points, but you didn't expect him to reach that milestone in his first game back after being out for three weeks. The good mood he was in when he got home somehow became an even better mood when he saw you in nothing but a pair of heels and his jersey. 

Smut Prompt #8: “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me”  Smut Prompt #15: “Pull my hair” 

A/N: I guess this is a part two to 200th. Also i am on my knees for pasta, literally would do anything for him

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David hummed to himself as he unlocked the apartment door and let himself in. He was in a good mood. His first game back after being injured against Detroit could not have gone better. He didn't expect to score the first goal of the game, but when you’re David Pastrnak anything can happen apparently. 

That anything can include coming home to seeing your girlfriend laying in the middle of your bed wearing nothing but a very sexy pair of heels and your jersey. David dropped his bag on the floor, his jaw hanging open. He shamelessly raked his eyes up and down your body. 

“What’s all this?” he asked once he found his voice. 

“You had a big game,” you responded in the best sultry voice you could muster. “I thought you deserved a little reward.” 

“A reward?” David hummed, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He took a couple steps forward and knelt on the bed beside you. His finger tips lightly skimmed over your ankle. “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me.” 

“I thought you might like it,” you responded, pushing yourself to sit up and meet his lips. David kissed you fervently. You moaned against him, hand coming to cup the back of his head and hold him in place. 

You used the leverage you had gained against him to flip him onto his back. 

“What’s all this?” he asked, tucking his arm behind his head and watching you get to work unbuttoning his pants. 

“You know how a milestone gets rewarded by now,” you smirked, pulling his pants and boxers down. His dick, hard and red, slapped against his stomach. David’s muscles tightened as the cool air of the room touched his tip. 

You licked your lips, practically able to see his dick throbbing with want. The man was insatiable, and you were fully prepared to have a long night. 

“Y/N, don’t just fucking look at it do something,” David’s voice was strangled.

“As you wish.” 

He moaned, loud and long as you licked a thick stripe up the underside of his dick along the vein. He gathered your hair in a ponytail and gripped it tight. You brought your mouth down on him, taking as much as you could. His moans were music to your ears as you bobbed your head up and down. You hollowed your cheeks every once in a while, making him moan a little louder each time. 

You knew David’s body so well that you could bring him to the edge and back three times before he started to get frustrated. And it wasn’t through his voice that you knew he was getting frustrated. It was when his hips would not stay still. He kept squirming, trying to find the right position in order to get some sort of relief. But every time he did you changed what you were doing. 

It wasn’t until he gripped your hair a little bit tighter that you finally took pity on him. You gripped the base of his dick and gave him short but firm squeezes and alternated between gently sucking his tip and giving him little kitten licks. David’s stomach tightened as he came. His eyes screwed shut and he let out a strangled moan. 

“Congratulations, baby,” your voice was hoarse as you crawled back up his body to whisper in his ear. 

“You are going to be the fucking death of me,” David all but growled. He kissed you passionately, his lips claiming you as his own. You whimpered and let him push you onto your back. His hands traced your sides before reaching the hem of the jersey. He lifted it over your hips 

“David,” you whimpered, snaking your hand into his hair as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders. You felt his breath on your dripping pussy before you felt his tongue. You jumped at the contact before allowing yourself to relax into his ministrations. 

He knew your body as well as you knew his. It made sex that much more pleasurable. You squirmed as he switched between licking and sucking your clit and blowing cool air on it. He threw his arm over your hips to keep you still. You moaned louder than you had since he started and tugged on your hair. 

David emitted a sound you’d never heard come from him before. He pulled away from your clit and looked up at you with dark, hooded eyes. 

“Pull my hair,” he commanded. You shuddered at the sound of his voice but gave the roots of his hair another yank nonetheless. His eyes rolled back and his muscles tightened. “Fuck.” 

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81 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

Friend From College

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Jeremy was quickly adopted by his new Bruins teammates. And that comes with being harassed by Brad Marchand and eventually Nick Foligno until you invite your closest friend down to Boston during Christmas break to meet your new teammates. 

Request: Can you do 4 and 43 from fluff with swayman thank you in advance (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #4: “Is that my sweatshirt?” Fluff Prompt #43: “Will you two just kiss already?”

~~~~

Jeremy took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. For the past weeks, ever since Nick Foligno had walked in on him on FaceTime with you, he had been harassed about when he was “going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Swayman?” He was going to need all the luck he could get being around the team whenever there was even half a moment of silence. 

“Good practice, Sway,” Patrice greeted him with a nod. Jeremy’s shoulders relaxed. Bergy was one of the only ones to not give him a hard time. Although he didn’t exactly take steps to stop the heckling whenever it started. 

“Thanks,” Jeremy returned the greeting, taking a sip of his Dunkin coffee. 

“Oh, hey, I have an extra ticket to the game tomorrow if you want it, Stephanie said she’d reserve the seat beside her,” Bergy said before leaving. 

“Oh, sure,” Jeremy smiled. “Thanks, Cap.” 

“No problem,” Patrice gave Sway a subtle wink before walking out to the equipment room. 

Jeremy groaned. He knew exactly who Patrice wanted him to give that ticket to. But you were still in Maine with your family, you wouldn’t want to make that drive all the way down to Boston just for a hockey game. But then again, it was worth at least giving you a call, right? 

“If I don’t call her they’re never going to let me forget it,” he sighed and picked up his phone, knowing that if one of the friends he’d made in Boston showed up tomorrow night with that ticket he would never live it down. He was pretty sure their next steps were going to be going through his phone, finding your number, calling you themselves, and telling you they thought Jeremy liked you. And he could never live with himself if that happened. 

“Y/N! Your phone is ringing!” your little cousin yelled from the basement. You downed the rest of the drink in your glass before jogging down the stairs. 

“Hello?” you answered, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID. 

“Y/N!” Jeremy’s cheery voice was on the other end of the line. You smiled to yourself as you stepped into the toy closet to get away from the noise your younger family members were making. 

“Thank god you called me,” you sighed. “I’m hiding from the kids. You gotta get me outta here, Jeremy.” 

Jeremy’s chest warmed. 

“Well lucky for you Bergy just offered me a ticket for the game tomorrow night if you want to come down,” he said, applauding himself for the smooth offer. He knew, though, that if any one of the guys walked in he would instantly crumble. 

“Oh my god, please,” you were relieved. “I’m gonna drive down right now. Jeremy you have no idea how happy I am to get out of this reunion.” 

“Anything for you, Y/N,” he said. “Let me know when you’re thirty minutes out. You can just come straight to my apartment, I’ll send you the address.” 

“You’re a legend, Sway,” you said before hanging up and walking back up stairs. 

“Who was that sweetie?” your mom asked as you reached for your keys. 

“Jeremy,” you responded. “He invited me to the game tomorrow night. I’m gonna drive down this afternoon. I should be at his place by like eight. I’ll be back here on Monday.” 

“Have fun!” she told you as you walked out the door, knowing you were going to take any escape you could to get away from the extended family in town for the weekend no matter what she said. 

Jeremy was thankful that his mom forced him to buy one extra set of sheets than he thought he needed when he got home after practice. He was also thankful for his real estate agent for persuading him to get an apartment with a guest room. He set up the guest room before settling down on the couch. 

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84 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bloodied and Bruised

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader 

Type: Fluff 

Warnings: Injury 

Summary: Matthew wasn’t usually accident prone, but this morning’s practice had him beat up in more than one way. He’d taken a puck to the knee, causing him to limp for the rest of the day. And he’d gotten an accidental high stick to the face, causing a small but nasty cut just above his eyebrow. You knew it was bothering him more than usual after he begged you to stay with him. 

Request: Hi can you write a Matthew Tkachuk imagine with the prompts 37 and 63 from your list where he had a rough practice and gets injured and you help bandage him up. You want to be there for him even though he usually keeps to himself but this time he needs comfort from his girlfriend with some cuddling please. Thank you! (from anon) 

Fluff Prompt #37: “Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face” Fluff Prompt #63: “Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone”

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The front door creaked, announcing Matt’s arrival home from practice. You grinned and hastily wiped your hands on the towel you had over your shoulder before tossing it down to the island. When you saw Matt standing at the end of the hallway, shoulders slumped and head down, you knew something was wrong. 

“Matty, baby,” you hummed, brows furrowing in concern as you walked up to him. “What happened?” 

“Got a little banged up,” he mumbled. You cupped your hand around his jaw and moved his head so you could get a close look at the cut above his eyebrow. A small white Band-Aid was overing it, but a few drops of blood had already seeped through it. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, expecting him to push you away like he always did when he was injured. But instead he melted into you, letting his head droop to your shoulder and his hands resting lightly on your hips. You knew the injury was bothering him. 

“You’re really warm,” he said, his voice muffled by your hoodie. 

“Come on, baby,” you took his hand and pulled him down the hallway to your bedroom. He followed like a puppy dog. You sat him down on the edge of the bed and went to retrieve the first-aid kit from where you’d stashed it under the sink. 

“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched you open it and pull out a package of Band-Aids. 

“Changing that Band-Aid,” you answered, flicking your eyes up to his cut. “There’s blood coming through it, if you keep it on it’ll get infected.” 

Matt pouted up at you. 

“Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Matt smirked and kept his eyes on you as you carefully peeled off the white Band-Aid and replaced it with one of the new ones. 

“All better?” he asked. 

“All better,” you nodded and placed a gentle kiss over the Band-Aid. 

You turned around, ready to head back to the kitchen to finish making the mac n’ cheese you had started, when Matt’s hand latched around your wrist. You turned around, eyebrow raised in question. 

“Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone,” he muttered, hanging his head. Your heart panged. There must have been something more to his injuries acquired at practice that a cut over his eye. 

“Did something else happen?” you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him. 

“It’s nothing,” he tried shrugging it off. “I just took a puck to the knee, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.” 

You watched as he pulled up the leg of the shorts he was wearing. An ugly purple bruise was starting to get darker. 

“I’m gonna go get you an ice pack,” you said, leaving before he got the chance to protest. When you got back you found his curled up in bed, cuddling a pillow. 

A smile shadowed your lips as you placed the ice pack on the bruise that was slowly forming on his left knee. The second Matt felt you near him he tossed aside the pillow and wrapped his arms around you instead. 

Matty was usually like a porcupine when he was injured, never wanting people around him. You had no idea what caused this change in him but you liked it and you didn’t want it to go back to the way it was. He almost never let you play with his curls but now he was humming in contentment as you raked your fingers through his hair and twisted the curls around your fingers. 

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[comphy-and-cozy]

Hello! I’m your summer fic exchange writer. :)

I need to ask just a few questions before I start writing, so I can get a good idea on what you’d like exactly for your fic.

• Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC?

• What pronouns would you prefer me to use while writing your fic. [Mainly if you want an OC fic.]

• I was told you’d like to receive a fic with fluff and smut. [No hurt/comfort, angst - unresolved] Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

• Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic? [This could determine the mood of the fic and give me more of an idea for it! If you want to skip this question just put N/A]

• Please correct me if I’m wrong or if I missed some players. The players you’d like to read for are JT Compher, Andrei Svechnikov, Tyson Jost, Brady Skjei, Matt Martin, Mikko Rantanen, Adrian Kempe. Connor McDavid, Vince Dunn, Ross Colton, Tyler Bertuzzi. Do you have a preference for one of these players? [I’m completely fine with writing for any of these players.]

• Any additional information I should know about?

I can’t wait to start writing. I look forward to future interactions/updates.

Ahhh hi!!! Putting my answers below a cut :)

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC? / What pronouns would you prefer me to use

I’m good with either - whatever you are most comfortable with and feel fits best for the story. I’d prefer she/her pronouns but would be okay with gender neutral as well.

Do you have any specific plot/storyline you’d like me to follow for your fic?

No specific plot! I’m good with established relationship or not - up to you.

Some tropes I generally enjoy: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, exes to lovers, sharing a bed, roommates, grumpy/sunshine, forbidden (best friend’s brother/sister, brother’s best friend, etc)… basically any of the cheesy tropes I’m in for!

Any specific songs you’re interested in to go along with the fic?

I don’t have anything specific in mind but I know songs can really help me when I’m writing, so here are a few with varying vibes if any of them speak to you:

Summer Jam - Jake Owen & Florida Georgia Line

When You’re Ready - Shawn Mendes

Crush - Dave Matthews Band

Better Together - Luke Combs

Heartbeats - Childish Gambino

When Did You Fall - Chris Rice

Coming Home - Leon Bridges

Late to the Party - Kacey Musgraves

And when in doubt, John Mayer sings the music of my soul (so sorry Taylor) so JM can be included any time, any way, anywhere if desired.

Would you like your fic to be Reader Insert or OC?

I’d like to revise and remove Ross and Vince from the list, and as far as preferences go my favorite guys are JT, Andrei, and Brady - but am completely okay with any of them! Could def go with something spicy for Matt or Mikko too 🤓

Any additional information I should know about?

I’d prefer to not include anything pregnancy related, but other than that I’m open to pretty much anything!

If you need or want to include a side character/friend (not romantic), you can have pretty much any Red Wing - but again don’t feel obligated to include this!

As you can hopefully tell I am very flexible! Please feel free to ask if anything else comes up. Super excited to read what you put together!!! 🥰🩷

#anon asks #summer fic exchange

[dearbarzal]

for when he wins - connor mcdavid

henlo, this is my first headcanon!!! i originally wrote this for my friend clary after her man scored a hatty during the game against jets and i got overexcited. i hope i’m doing this correctly lol

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language, slight nsfw

you were surprised when your boyfriend texted you that he’s coming home, he was supposed to stay on the road for the next four days

but your excitement drowned your confusion. connor just had his third hat trick this season, and you’re more than proud of him after how bad his last game against the canadiens went, not to mention violent and brutal

you grinned at the memory of what the two of you did after the said game

he brought his pent up anger to your bedroom—no, actually your couch first. and then the bedroom. but you made sure to talk to him about your concerns

he said sorry and spooned you and treated you like his queen as he should afterwards

now they handed the jets’ asses to them. maybe rough sex is really what he needed

you turned the tv off after the game ended and went to your bedroom, walking straight to your bathroom and picking up some candles from the cupboard

you rarely do this, but you thought that connor deserves a reward for being the best player and the best boyfriend ever

you just finished preparing when you heard the front door open. then the sound of his voice that always woke up something inside you. “baby, i’m home.”

you tangled the ribbon of the robe you’re now wearing before walking out to meet him

he smiled when he saw you coming barefoot with an unintentional messy hair. for him, it still feels surreal to be coming home to you. no matter how sore his body was after the game, everything feels better with the sight of you

you equaled his smile before tiptoeing to reach him for a hug, and damn his height, you cursed softly

he chuckled before leaning down to you and kissing your neck. and then your lips. he lingered there, giving you small, soft kisses like he’s been on the road for a year

“you did really well today, love. i’m proud of you.”

“that was for you.”

“uhuh?” you smiled sweetly. you have planned out everything that will happen for the rest of the night. but your boyfriend just had to pull you out of your thoughts with another kiss. “come with me.”

you lead him to the bathroom where the warm water was already running. you set up candles and scents and everything that made the bathroom peaceful and calming

you looked at him and found his mouth slightly opened in surprise, taking in everything that you prepared. you kissed his jaw and his eyes moved to you with adoration

“strip, love.” you smiled at him

he didn’t hesitate before pulling off the shirt he’s wearing. you helped him a bit until he’s completely naked in front of you

not a second later, he pushed you against the bathroom wall and dipped in to your lips

you raised your eyebrow, silently reminding him of the little talk you had about aggression and post-game roughness

he smiled and said a small sorry before making his way to your lips again, but you pushed him slightly and shook your head. this wasn’t what you planned

“save the rough sex for when you lose, babe. i’m going to take care of you tonight.”

you pulled him towards the tub but he didn’t bulge. instead, he tugged you back. he switched off the water and lead you towards the shower. you tried resisting him but he shushed you with another kiss. seriously, this man knows your weakness and would gladly use it against you

“no, no. tonight, i’m the one to take care of you. because you are the best. the best girlfriend, the best best friend — don’t tell leon i said that — and i’m so over the fucking moon just thinking that i’m the one with you right now. i mean it, baby. you could have anyone you wanted, but you had me. i don’t know what i did in my past life to have you in this.”

you stared at him in awe. for some reasons, you had the exact same thoughts earlier. that’s why you did this in the first place

his hands traveled to the ribbons of your robe before whispering to you, “may i?”

you nodded. he tugged it and let it fall. he discarded your robe and tossed it away, giving you another passionate kiss before turning the shower on

water dripped onto your head, down to your shoulder blades. connor kissed every part of your body that was touched with water

but that was only that. he reached for the soap, made foam, and lathered it in your body. you tried doing the same for him but he swatted your hands away. “i’m babying you tonight. not the other way around.”

so you resorted to occasionally kissing him whenever you got the chance. his chest. his chin. his jaw. he was so focused on your body that his forehead was scrunched. you found it adorable and kissed it too

he then proceeded to shampooing your hair. he lathered and massaged your scalp, making you close your eyes because of how good it felt

you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with pure adoration. you couldn’t help but lean forward and reach for his lips. he didn’t swat you away, this time, and kissed you back

“i love you, you know that?” you murmured

“yes, but not as much as i do.”

eventually, he let you do the same for him. you massaged each other’s scalp and body, with the occasional— no, frequent making out in between. but it doesn’t go farther from that. intimacy doesn’t always mean sex, and both of you understand that

in the end, you rinsed and put on a new robe. you stepped out of the bathroom to sit on your bed. connor leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, looking at you intently while still half naked

his brows suddenly creased as if he remembered something

“i don’t agree with the whole ‘rough sex’s only for when we lose’, babe.”

“yeah?” you grinned, because he really looked so hot and bothered now

“i don’t think the team will appreciate it when i purposely mess up just so i could have you,” he said again. you shook your head while chuckling. but his face remained serious. “we have to do something about it.”

he removed the towel covering his lower body and walked towards you, removing your robe and pushing you towards the bed. he kissed you passionately. one look and the both of you know what’s about to happen next

maybe rough sex is for when he wins, too

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[seguin-absorbed]

movie night | mat barzal

A/N: hi this is my first ever hc and i wrote this originally for my friend chesni. i hope you like it and i don't know if i'm doing any of this right.

pairing: mat barzal x reader

warnings: none

mentions: connor mcdavid

summary: you and mat wanted a movie night but your friend and her boyfriend joined you.

word count: 1k

tagging you my hoe @intobarzal because you're the best!!! 💫

you were just finishing up your work for the day when your phone notified you that you received a text from your boyfriend.

love: movie night?

you smiled to yourself. this is exactly what you need after a tiring day.

you: sure. should i cook or order food?

but you didn't get a reply because a minute later, you hear your door unlock, revealing your boyfriend in all of his post practice glory.

apparently, he was already in the neighborhood when he asked if you wanted a movie night, so sadly there's no food yet.

you frowned at the thought. you wanted pizza. and ice cream.

mat dropped his bags on the floor and walked up to you while removing his shirt, "hi babe. how's your day?"

you reached up around his neck and pecked his lips, "it was good. i'm hungry though. why didn't you buy food?"

"sorry, i missed you so much that i had to get home quick."

"oh, knock it off."

he smiled at you. as cheesy as it sounds, that smile always ignites all the butterflies in your stomach, you can't help but say, "i love you, pouty face."

he was about to say it back when you hear a knock at the door.

mat looks down at you [damn his height] with a confused look, "are we expecting someone?"

you shook your head, "no, none that i know of."

"huh," he went to the door and unlocked it to reveal connor and y/f. "hi barzy! hi y/n! jesus, put a shirt on, mat. by the way, we brought food." she looks between the two of you, lifting the bags with food in them. "this is okay, right? i know it's pretty abrupt but connor and i just want some company."

"of course," you and mat said at the same time. he sneaked a loving glance at you.

"hi girl," y/f said giving you a hug. connor gave you a hug, too. sweet guy. and then the two guys did that weird bro hug. but not too weird, they're hockey boys anyway.

the other couple then proceeded to walk to the kitchen island to prepare the food, but not before connor kissed y/f's temple. again, sweet guy.

you followed the two to help them and then smell of pizza instantly hits you. the telepathy between you and y/f is getting weird. she just knows what food to buy, and when too.

"what's up my hoe, you doing good?" she asked.

"yeah. you?"

"i'm on my period, everything hurts." she groaned.

"you'll be fine babe," connor assured y/f. you swear she is red as a tomato. "y/n, we got ice cream too. can i put it in the freezer?" he asked. "sure," you replied.

instead of responding to her man, y/f shouts, "hey, pouty face! help us over here. where are the glasses? y/n? is it in the cupboards?" oh no she called him pouty face.

"pouty face?!" mat retorts from your bedroom doorway, he just changed into some comfy shirt and sweatpants. "babe? what is she talking about? i thought you're the only one who calls me tha—are you two talking behind my back? wow. okay. i don't even pout that much."

"yes, you do, dramatic boy." said y/f as she opens some pizza boxes. wow that smells really good.

"yeah, man." connor added.

"you do, babe. you're pouting right now." you snickered.

mat sighs, looking defeated. he went on to help prepare the drinks that y/f and connor bought and you tried to reach for some plates in the cupboard. as you were tiptoeing to get some, you felt hands snake up on your waist. "i love you too, by the way," mat whispered in your ear as he didn't get to say it back before the two lovebirds knocked at your door. and then you felt him kiss your cheek. it lingered there for quite a bit.

you turned around in his arms and gave him a peck on his lips and said, "good. now go grab the plates for me."

smiling, he reached up behind you, "sure, madam." you rolled your eyes at him.

you sneaked behind mat's back and asked the couple that were in the middle of a conversation, "hey guys, you wanna watch a movie?"

"sure!" they both exclaimed.

you guys headed to the living room carrying the pizza, drinks, glasses, and plates. barzy headed to your bedroom to go grab some blankets and extra pillows.

the four of you are now all cozy on the sofa so you started playing the movie.

"scoot closer," mat said softly. and when you did, he put you across his lap. "is this okay?" he asked.

"very," you blushed.

"okay, you want some pizza?"

your friend snorts and said, "you put her on your lap and you ask her if she wants pizza. how are you going to grab one then?"

"i'll ask you to do it, of course. that's why you're here."

y/f gasps and connor just laughs behind her. "y/n. your man. oh my god." she grunts jokingly. but she does grab a pizza anyway for all of you and handed you all your drinks.

you sigh in content and look around the room. connor and y/f are all cuddled up, focused on the movie, and then you turn to your boyfriend who is already looking at you and suddenly you feel shy.

"what?" you asked.

"nothing. it's just... i love you so much, babe." he smiles brightly at you and connected his forehead to yours.

you swear you just melted right then and there. this man is incredibly sweet. you can't really form the words in your mouth yet so you resorted to threading your hands through his soft hair.

when the butterflies finally calmed down, you kissed the tip of his nose and said, "i love you, too."

should i do part 2 from connor x reader's perspective? let me know

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check you out (part 5) | connor mcdavid

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Teaser: “I want you in every part of my life.”

When you awoke the next morning, you felt surprisingly refreshed for the first time in a few weeks. Falling asleep on Connor around 9:30 pm the night before sure did pay off.

You were reminded what sleeping like a normal person could do to your energy levels. You powered through your day with minimal complaints, even getting through a significant amount of homework. When you noticed how much work you had gotten done by 6 later that evening, you stopped for the night.

Almost as if he could sense your freedom, Connor texted you as you walked to your closet from the shower.

Connor: How’s homework going? You smiled to yourself, quickly typing a response to him.

You: I got so much work done today, I’m truly surprised

You: I just got out of the shower

Connor: very proud of you :) 

Connor: Does that mean I get to see you with your eyes open tonight?

You: ha ha, really cute  -_-

You: yes, come over 

Connor: i’m picking up food so don’t eat anything

You: you know exactly the way to my heart <3 drive safe cutie

Connor: you’re just saying that cause I’m bringing you food

You: ;) hurry up

About half an hour later, there was a knock that sounded through your home Standing from the couch, you moved to open the front door, revealing your boyfriend.

“Hi,” You smiled.

“Hey,” Connor responded, immediately stepping into you and using his free arm to pull you into his chest. “Hm, you smell nice.”

“I washed my hair,” You laughed into his hoodie. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, before tugging him inside by his top to close and lock your door. He smiled against your lips before parting from you, arm still securely around your waist.

“How was your day?” You asked.

“It was okay,” He shrugged, moving to follow you into your kitchen. “Spent most of it at the rink and then I slept for a little.”

You both then decided to eat on your balcony that you hardly used. Connor quietly made plates for the both of you, while you worked on the wine. Once you were both ready, you sat next to each other in front of a beautiful view of Edmonton. The conversation was light, and slightly hushed. 

This was one of your favorite parts of your new relationship with Connor, the normal everyday conversations. You were still learning new things about him, and sharing experiences yourself, so you never knew what he would say. But, there wasn’t any anxiety behind it at this point. In all honestly, his embarrassing stories always seemed to top yours. 

“You know what I was thinking about earlier?” Connor said after a moment of silence in the conversation.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your eyes to his.

“You haven’t come to a game yet.”

You knew he wasn’t mad because he was smiling, but that also wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, or truthfully had even been thinking about. In that moment, you realized how terrible that was, that you hadn’t seen Connor play the game that was providing for him and giving him the opportunity to live the life he was living. 

He didn’t really talk about his current schedule with you, mostly reminiscing on past memories of his childhood and rookie years. You could easily look it up online, but you thought that if Connor wanted you be at one of his games, he would have said something. And, that if he wanted you to know something about his past, he would tell you. You knew that the NHL was a lot more than hockey, so you never pressure him into talking about anything he didn’t bring up himself.

“I haven’t,” You agreed, nodding slowly.

“It would make me really happy if you could come next Tuesday. I know your schedule’s always packed, but...” He trailed off, with a small shrug. “I would like you to come and see the team play.”

You truly thought about it, glossing over your syllabi in your mind. “I think I can.”

“Really? I thought I was going to have to beg,” He laughed.

“Would you?”

You swore you said it innocently, but he bit his lip through his smile, shaking his head. “I’m prepared to, if that’s what you want.”

You laughed then, a chill running up your spine. “Your mind is filthy.”

“Since you already said yes,” He grinned fully again. “I guess I won’t need to?”

He was silently challenging you, raising his brow in question. One thing you were so lucky for, was your intense attraction to Connor. That, plus his honesty and boldness in demonstrating his also-intense attraction to you. You were slowly passing the touch barrier, however you hadn’t felt ready for anything further yet. But, in the past few days, you noticed just how comfortable you were with Connor. And how badly you wanted him all over you.

“Would I have to sit with anyone in particular?” You moved on, smiling back at him.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Not if you don’t want to, but there’s a section for wives and girlfriends.”

“Do you want me to sit there?” It was a genuine question because you were still trying to decipher the life of an NHLer and what it meant to be the captain’s girlfriend. You both had never really talked about it much, but you knew there would become a point where you would need to. Unfortunately that time seemed to be now, while your were trying not to show him how keyed up you were.

“I personally don’t care where you sit as long as you’re there and I can see you.”

“But, what would everyone else think about me not sitting with all the other WAGs?”

Connor tilted his head at that, taking time to search your face. He contemplated his words because he knew the look you were giving him meant you actually wanted an answer. Once he knew what he was going to say, he moved his plate to the table. He stood up and grabbed your plate from your lap, before squeezing into the space beside you in the chair. Your thighs were pressed together as he wrapped his arm around your back. 

“I really don’t care who you sit with. If you want to bring your friends, or if you want to sit with the other partners and families, or if you want to sit alone, it doesn’t bother me. I want you to be there and comfortable.”

“But, you’re the captain of this team,” You responded, feeling figuratively exposed for your fear of what people would think of you dating the Connor McDavid. “Are you sure there aren’t some gazillion rules I have to follow and events I have to be at?”

He let out a laugh, his other hand moving to your leg with a firm grip. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” You nudged his leg, glaring into his eyes. “I may not know a lot about hockey but I know some people are really invested in it. That includes you so I’m trying to respect your caree-”

He cut you off by shaking his head, “-You’re my girlfriend, not my work wife. I mean, you can be that if you want but I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to do. Honestly, I might just ask you to be my date from time to time, but that’s just because I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.”

The way he was staring into your eyes grounded you, as if he knew exactly the thoughts that were racing through your head. “I have a right to keep you all to myself and honestly, I could care less what the NHL could ever want from me. I’m a hockey player, not a tool.”

“Hm, sometimes you’re a tool,” You waved your hand slightly. He rolled his eyes but smiled still and leaned closer to you. “My job doesn’t dictate who I date or who I invite to our games, I do. I care about you, and us, and I want you there above anything. That’s all this is.”

You didn’t respond, leaning up to kiss him instead. His hands quickly moved up to your hair, pressing you into his chest. He didn’t waste time in pushing his tongue past your lips. His tongue massaged yours gently, but soon his hands gripped your hair with a tight hold. The kiss intensified, and shortly he had you pinned under him with your back against the seat. 

He pulled away to press kisses on your chin, descending to your neck. The makeout session didn’t last long as the night wind had picked up speed, resulting in a quick shiver to pass through your body. Connor laughed against your skin, releasing your hair from his fingers, “We need to go inside.”

You began to stand before he finished his sentence, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You started it.” 

“And, I’m not sorry about it at all,” He laughed, standing up after you successfully grabbed both plates into your hands. He stopped you by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

“When are you ever sorry for flirting with me?” The feel of him pressed against you almost had you buckling at the knees, but luckily Connor’s hold on you would suffice, something you had grown to enjoy experiencing lately. 

“Good point,” He paused to press another kiss to your neck, ”I can’t help it.”

“Don’t forget the glasses and the bottle, Con,” You laughed as you used your foot to slide the door open. He groaned, and you could feel it in your chest as his lips were still against you. 

He kissed your skin again before letting go, and he moved back to clear the rest of the items left behind. There was a comfortable silence between you both as you washed the dishes, Connor drying. He would occasionally smirk at you, resulting in a roll of your eyes. You watched as he refilled both your glasses of wine, eyes trailing over his shoulders that were snug in his hoodie. 

He had been training a lot more lately, and as always had plenty ice time. The results on his physique were definitely beginning to show, although you were sure he probably looked this good every day of his life. But now, you got a front row seat at all of the changes in his life, including his body. It was a weird feeling, to be attracted to someone so much, and be in the position to actually enjoy it. You didn’t have to admire from afar anymore, he was yours.

He looked up, catching you red-handed as you pictured memories of him without the current hoodie he was sporting. He didn’t say anything, though, just smiled and handed you your glass, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You face was hot as you took a large sip of your wine.

“Are you picking tonight?” He reached out for you, his warm hand finding your side and pulling you into him. He guided you both into your living room.

“You can pick, I’ll take hours,” You responded. He laughed against you, before dropping into his usual space on your couch for movie nights. 

You took the space next to him, placing your drink on the table. He pressed a few buttons on the remote before you saw something begin to play. “You found something already?”

“Yeah, I just picked the first one in your recommended list,” He shrugged.

“I’m probably gonna hate this,” You rolled your eyes. “Or have already seen it.”

“It won’t matter unless you’re awake in ten minutes,” He teased. 

“Fuck off, Connor,” You laughed. “I think your movie picks are just boring, it’s not my fault that they don’t keep my attention.”

“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” He held his hands up in playful surrender. “I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not even tired tonight, I slept, remember?”

“Yeah, I liked having to tuck you in last night.”

"Only because I was the most tired I’d been in years.”

“Well, I’ll tuck you in whenever you want.” 

You looked back at him, “I might take you up on that. Maybe you’ll make sure I actually get enough sleep.”

“Trust me, I would try,” He scoffed. “You amaze me, seriously.” 

“How?” You let out a laugh, already deciding to ignore the movie playing in the background.

“What do you mean, ‘how?’” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re a full time student while also working full time hours at a job on your feet all day. You might not realize it but that shit’s not easy to do. And, you don’t sleep enough.”

“Your job basically pays you to go to sleep at 8 pm. Mine has me up until midnight, and all my money going into school which keeps me up another good four hours. I kind of have to.”

“That’s fair,” He sighed. “Still, I don’t know how you do it.”

You searched his face as you contemplated how to respond. But he didn’t let you think too long, squeezing you gently while also pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Regardless, you’re fucking important to me and I’m going to prove it. For now, I want you in every part of my life.”

“Such a way with words, McDavid.”

“What does it mean when you call me that?” He smiled.

“That I’m being sarcastic,” You rolled your eyes.

He laughed, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Noted.”

“What did you think it meant?” You asked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh as you moved to lay on your back. He kicked his slides off before he laid next to you. He tangled his legs with yours, his body partially on top.

“Exactly that,” You could feel him smile. “But a part of me was hoping it was something else.”

“Like what?” Can a person feel you get goosebumps if you’re cuddling?

“Anything but sarcasm, guys call me that on the ice,” He responded.

“Now, I’m definitely using it to make fun of you,” You shrugged.

“So nice,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “So, you are coming to the game, right?”

“Yes. And, if something comes up once I actually check my calendar, I’ll definitely be at the next one.”

“I can’t wait.” 

In a change of usual events, Connor fell asleep in your arms that night. His week had been just as busy as yours, if not more. He was gone for two days earlier in the week, and had back to back games. It surprised you how he was able to drive you back home last night at such a late hour when he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before either. 

Without anything happening besides cuddling, he spent the night with you. He had an early morning practice so he kissed your forehead a few times the following morning before he slipped out to get ready for his day. 

You carried on your normal schedule of school, work, and Connor for the next few days until the day finally came that you supported him at one of his games. 

You didn’t end up sitting with the wives and girlfriends, but you also had the privilege of being pretty anonymous at this point in your relationship with Connor. No one knew who you were, or probably that you even existed, and you sort of liked that.

 It gave you freedom to still live your life without feeling like you’re living under a microscope. From what you could see online, wives and girlfriends of NHL superstars seem to have pretty private lives and fortunately don’t get harassed and followed like you thought.

You picked up hockey relatively fast, always playing Connor’s games while he was playing, even if it was on in the background of you doing homework. You may not understand every detail, but that wasn’t why you were watching it. You just wanted to see him, and watch him do what he loved and what he was so good at.

Connor loved that about you. You didn’t try to force yourself into his life and his career. Girls he’s dated in the past tried to coach him, or smother him on social media. He liked that you were just focused on him, and not also what he did for a living. You cared, but just enough that he didn’t feel like you were with him for the wrong reasons.

Once the game was over, you waited for Connor to text you where it would be best to meet him. It didn’t take long, he mentioned he wanted to head out early tonight.

Connor: If you come down that path right next to your seat, and take a left I’ll meet you in that hallway. They’ll let you pass

You: I haven’t seen you all day, hurry

Connor: Few mins and then I’m omw baby

You excitedly made your way to where he instructed you to. The staff member smiled at you pointing to the left hallway. You turned the corner before stopping to look over the pictures on the wall. To no surprise, a poster of Conor adorned the majority of that wall. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the fact that that was your boyfriend. Holy shit.

A few minutes later, Connor rounded the corner from the opposite direction. You pushed yourself off the wall with a smile on your lips as his eyes found yours immediately. You couldn’t help but look him over. With how busy his schedule had been getting as the guys got closer to playoff season, he had decided to skip shaving for at least a few weeks, resulting in a full beard beginning to grow on his face. At first, you didn’t know how to feel about it, but you would never tell him to shave just because you didn’t like something. You didn’t hate it, it was just there.

Now, however, watching him make his way over to you with his fitted suit and bag thrown over his shoulder, you couldn’t help the rush of blood to your cheeks as he crowded you to wrap his arms around you tightly.

“Hey,” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a light kiss to you skin. You shivered from the warmness of his lips, but hugged him back.

“Hi,” You replied. He pulled back after a few moments, a soft smile on his lips. “You played amazing, as you always do.”

“Well, when my good luck charm is here, I have to show off a little,” He teased. “I was better today than most days.”

You rolled your eyes, intwining your fingers with his, “Yeah, right.”

He laughed, squeezing your hand. He was about to say something when a man you recognized as Leon passed by, slapping him on the back rather harshly.

“Hi Y/N,” Leon grinned as he continued walking. Connor flipped him off as you waved before turning his attention back to you.

“So, he knows who I am?” You smirked.

He rolled his eyes but leaned down to press his lips to yours in a firm kiss. “You’re my girlfriend and he’s my annoying best friend. He doesn’t let things slide.” 

“Is this a new suit?” You asked, gently tugging at his blazer.

He looked down at his game day suit, “No, but I haven’t worn it in awhile.”

“Looks good,” You hummed, knowing better than to look him in the eye while you were still both technically in public. Connor was never subtle about his praise kink, he got turned on almost any time you gave him a compliment. In the beginning, you had no idea how you would keep up with him, but he brought out that side of you, too. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I mean, this look is kind of rude, but it’s nice, too, I guess.”

Laughing, “Rude?”

“I didn’t come to your game to be turned on the whole time, and then see you come out in this.”

He hummed, grinning down at you. He had a teasing glint in his eye, annoying you beyond belief. You could already tell that he was a tease. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“Ready to go, then?”

“Mhm,” He nodded, throwing his arm over your shoulder. Pulling you towards the exit, he pressed his lips just above your ear in a kiss, “So, I’m turning you on a lot today?”

His voice was whispered against your head as you passed people in the hall. With your arm around his waist, you bumped him with a laugh, “Let’s not talk about it.”

“I definitely want to talk about it,” He responded, tightening his hold on you. “Are we going to yours or mine?”

“Whichever you want,” You shrugged, looking up at him.

“Let’s go to yours, I want to use your oven in the morning.”

“Who says you’re spending the night?” You teased. Connor was always spending the night at this point, it really never needed to be a question. Even with all these sleepovers, Connor never pushed you and always allowed you to take the lead. 

But today, and honestly for the past few days, the energy between you and Connor was different. It was comfortable for sure, but you both walked that line of sexual tension consistently. You usually didn’t get to this point with a guy, almost pining for each other, but knowing there’s no rush to getting where you know you’re going to go. For once, however, you were tired of waiting.

“You’re gonna kick me out?” He raised his eyebrows with a smile. “When I’m promising breakfast in bed?

“I guess you’re going to find out, huh?”

“You have no idea how much you have me going right now,” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Holy shit.”

“It’s you!” You challenged. “I’ve been going a lot longer than you.”

“Well,” He said, his hand dropping to your hip. “I can’t wait to get home now if this is a competition.” 

You laughed, “Shut up.”

You both shared a look for a few seconds, and you could feel your heart beating in your ears. God, this man. 

“I don’t know how I got lucky with someone as beautiful as you,” He said, eyes still locked on yours.

“Yeah, right, Con,” You responded.

“I’m serious.”

You turned to look forward, a smile playing on your lips. “Let just get home and you can tell me how beautiful I seriously am.”

“You’re joking, but I can show you,” He responded. “All night.”

“That’s sounds fun, I’m in.” You still didn’t bother to look at him, and he let out a laugh.

“I hate you.”

“Don’t lie, loverboy.”

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See The Fire In Your Eyes

Who: Leon Draisaitl, Connor McDavid

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6K

Addendum A: Title is a lyric from the song Mountain Hymn by Rhiannon Giddens.

Addendum B: This is the more edited version of the original work I had posted.

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He tries to catch his breath, thinking did that actually just happen? Sure he really liked his teammate, but he never actually did anything because he didn’t think it was ever mutual. He only knew for certain that they were good friends for the longest time, Leon hadn't given any hints or anything obvious that he liked him more than just a friend.

 Its game day, the Oilers are set to play in Vegas against the Knights. All of them except for Leon. He sustained a shoulder injury whilst playing for the German national team in the IIHF Worlds and hasn’t been cleared for full-contact play in the NHL yet. He still shows up to the games and sits on the bench with the rest of the team during warm ups before retiring to the upper suites; he's just in a suit rather than uniform. “It’s good for Leon’s morale that he tags along,” coaching staff have said.

 The team makes their way out of the locker room and onto the ice for warm ups. As Connor practices shooting pucks into the net and tossing the occasional one to a fan against the glass, the thought occurs to him that Leon isn’t there to skate circles around him like he always had. It’s a small detail, granted, but he liked it, and it hasn’t happened in any of the seven regular season games they’ve played. He glances over at the bench; Leon’s sitting on the bench half paying attention to and talking with the coaching staff, and half just looking at his phone. Connor also notices that the suit he’s wearing seems fairly tight. He doesn’t give it much thought because the second after he crashes into Nuge, neither of which were paying attention as to where they were skating. They exchange apologies and move on with practice.

 The game was an absolute thrashing. Edmonton won 6-0 continuing their undefeated start to the season to seven games now. The team pours back into the locker room as the coaching staff mention that they’ll be staying in Las Vegas for a few more days as a reward to them for playing so well- and not to mention the fact that their next game is five days away anyway. There’s chatter among the players that there’s a German beer häus- Hofbrauhäus- in the city and they decide to go there to celebrate.

 They arrive and are greeted by the traditional Bavarian atmosphere and the aromas of various different ales and lagers. The team sits down at a long communal table and order copious amounts of food and drink. Within five minutes Larsson is already challenging anyone from the team who's willing to a drinking contest, of which Neal happily obliges him. Connor is one of the few who decided to stay mostly sober, stopping at two drinks and eating plenty of food. Leon on the other hand, is on his sixth or seventh- Connor kinda lost count at some point, as every time he looked his mug was full again- drink before he’s even tipsy whereas most of the others were there at three or four.

 As the festivities come to a close the team manages to stumble their way out of the building, and attempt to walk over to where the team bus was parked. Leon follows closely behind Connor, but as they make it out the doors Leon loses his footing on the cobblestones and falls against the wall. He lifts his arms up in the universal “heellpp meee” as Connor lifts him up off the ground and steadies him on himself so they don’t both fall over. Leon rests his head in the crook of Connor’s neck and wraps one arm around the other side of his neck and the other around his waist the entire way back to their hotel room; which prompts Connor to internally scream “This is fine, this is f-fine, THIS IS FINE.” He was glad everyone else had been drinking because he was certain his entire face was bright red, except for him it wasn't because of the booze.

 Arriving at the hotel everyone spills out into their designated rooms. Connor helps Leon onto a chair and falls onto one of the beds himself. Scrolling through the different social medias, he decides to check the posts they’ve been tagged in- almost certain that someone at the beer häus had recorded and posted their shenanigans. Yet nothing. Except, for one post that stood out that was during the game. Some fan had seen Leon in one of the upper suites and took a picture. But Connor noticed something that no-one else seems to have so far. In the blurred resolution Leons’s blazer and shirt were undone and an Oilers jersey could be seen, but with a half-covered ‘C’ instead of an ‘A’ peeking out from the formal wear. Looking back and forth between the phone and his teammate sitting just across the room, it’s still the same suit. Getting back up he walks over and looks down at him. Gingerly, he lifts the blazer and shirt to see the jersey underneath but still can’t tell if it’s his from this angle. The fabric lightly shifts and he jerks backwards out of sight. Leon slowly gets up, not noticing his teammate lightly panicking in the corner from almost being caught, and starts to drunkenly undress himself. Once again Connor’s face burns because he’s never actually seen him undress at a hotel, they typically do it in different rooms and leave a t-shirt and underwear on, but he strips down to just his black underwear and crashes back-first onto the bed.

 “He seems like he's out cold, I hope,” is Connor’s internal logic, and goes to the pile of ditched clothes on the chair to dig out the jersey. Sure enough, the front does in fact have a ‘C’ on it, and turning it around the large 97 and MCDAVID staring right back at him. Putting it back down he’s suddenly grasped by the arms and pulled back onto the bed, Leon planking on top of him. Before he could even say anything Leon lowers his head and brings Connor into a long kiss. A million panicked thoughts blink through Connor's head before melting away as he lets the kiss continue. But just as soon as he started he stops, just gazing back at Connor. Connor does the same, and realizes how his eyes look and have a certain glint to them whenever he looks at him. Leon falls to the side of him on the bed and he’s out cold- fully this time- which lets Connor get up and rush to the bathroom.

 He tries to catch his breath, thinking did that actually just happen? Sure he really liked his teammate, but he never actually did anything because he didn’t think it was ever mutual. He only knew for certain that they were good friends for the longest time, Leon hadn't given any hints or anything obvious that he liked him more than just a friend. Or, maybe it was the drink? He had a lot but he's also one of the people that can really hold their liqour. There’s really no way to know when the person is inebriated. Splashing some water onto his burning hot face and sighing, at this point Connor decides he might as well just get ready to sleep and figure it out in the morning. After finishing up in the bathroom, he comes back into the bedroom and stops at the foot of Leon’s bed. He’s uncovered. Rather than try to lift him up and pull the sheets out and over him, Connor pulls the sheets out from the opposite end of the bed and lays it over him, and then crashes into the other unoccupied one himself.

 Morning rolls around, and by the time Connor gets up Leon is still snoozing- he typically doesn’t ever get hungover, but just tends to sleeps longer. Connor does his usual morning routine, and then starts cooking breakfast in the small kitchen; eggs, sausage, and hash browns. As the smell wafts from the various pans, Leon shifts out of bed wiping the sleep from his eyes.

 “Hey.”

 “Hey. Just started breakfast, you probably have time to shower real quick if you want to.”

 “Alright.”

 He doesn’t seem to remember what happened last night, let alone notice he’s not wearing a shirt. Great. Leon walks out from his shower and Connor already has breakfast on the table. He stops in his tracks though when he spots the jersey still quite obviously out in the open on the chair next to his other clothes.

 “Uh, you saw that didn’t you.”

 “Yeah. What do you actually remember from last night anyway?”

 “We drank. A lot. Not really much after that. Actually one thing, Klef had to help Lars onto the bus because he collapsed trying to get up the stairs.”

 “Nothing else?”

 “No.”

 Connor pauses and scratches the back of his head debating whether or not to say anything as Leon sits down next to him.

 “Y-, you uh, kissed me.”

 Leon nearly chokes on his coffee.

 “FUCK- I am so fucking sorry- I- I don’t even rememb--“

 “Stop.”

 He drops to a dead silence.

 “Do you like me? You know, that way.”

 Leon sighs deeply, “I mean, I’ve liked you since I met you.”

 Connor pulls Leon’s chair out towards him and leans forward to kiss him. Leon doesn’t pull away and lets Connor effectively climb on top of him into an embrace. They pull away and gaze into each other’s eyes, and caressing the other’s cheek before making out. When they stop they return back to their chairs and food. Connor puts his hand on top of Leon’s.

 “I love you.”

 Connor suddenly realizes what he just said.

 “Wait, is that too soon?”

 Leon smirks before laughing uncontrollably.

 “Connor, I’ve liked you for four years,” he pauses to catch his breath, “you could’ve told me that at year one if you wanted to.”

 They both laugh.

 “I love you too.”

#Fluff #Leon Draisaitl #Connor McDavid #RPF #Player x Player #My Writing*

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Connor McDavid/Dylan Strome Characters: Original Child Character(s), mentioned - Character, Mitch Marner, Zeus | Mitch Marner's Dog, Leon Draisaitl, Kailer Yamamoto, Darnell Nurse, Connor McDavid, Dylan Strome Additional Tags: Future Fic, no beta we die like men, Kid Fic, Dylan is retired and Connor still plays, How Do I Tag Summary:

Take a trip through a morning with the McDavid Family.

#just some fluff for you #dylan strome #connor mcdavid #mcstrome

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#mmmm its still a little long but not as fluff as before #im in mourning #*hunger games whistle* #connor mcdavid #edmonton oilers #uploads