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fallinallincurls · 6 months
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Vacation Eyes
because my brain never rests and i can’t be stopped, i not only found a new hockey to add to my ever growing lists of favorites but OF COURSE a fic idea followed not that far behind. this little blurb was inspired by ‘vacation eyes’ by the jonas brothers and leon’s guest appearance on this podcast where they say he showed up at all star a little “sunburnt” (yes, that’s all it took for me to start writing this).
hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx
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You’ve never been to heaven, but this has to be as close as you’ll ever get on Earth. 
The last rays of the warm sun colors the sky a beautiful mixture of orange and pinks as it sinks below the horizon and the moon rises. The beach is quiet except for the calming sound of the ocean waves hitting the shore a few feet away. Two fruity cocktails sit on a table right next to the round, oversized beach lounger underneath a big umbrella.
You’re nestled between Leon’s legs, back against his naked chest. His large hand is splayed across your bare stomach, the newly placed gold band on his ring finger glinting in the fleeting sunlight which brings a soft smile to your face. His head rests atop yours besides when he presses sweet kisses to your shoulders and cheeks. 
It’s paradise. An absolute dream. And there’s an indescribable sense of happiness and love currently filling your heart with each passing second. 
Honeymooning in Turks and Caicos had been all Leon’s idea, but you’re so glad he convinced you this was the right place to go immediately after your wedding. The bright sun and tropical temperature was a stark difference to the usual weather in Edmonton, even if it’s currently summertime. 
Since arriving two days ago, you have done plenty of things on the islands. Candlelit dinners on the beach, exploring the tourist attractions and hours upon hours tangled up together underneath the sheets. After such an amazing and romantic wedding back home where you were surrounded by both of your families and friends plus Leon’s teammates, spending the quiet time alone on the breathtaking beach is wonderful.
A content sigh escapes past your lips at the thought of the night not too long ago when you finally tied the knot. You can feel Leon smile into your hair as he chuckles softly and you intertwine your fingers with his. The gorgeous diamond ring he picked out for you on perfect display in the glow of the sunlight.
You’re married. Leon, the most incredible man you’ve ever known, let alone had the pleasure of loving, is your husband. Your husband. The concept still feels foreign to you as it’s still very new, but you couldn’t be any happier that you are lucky enough to love him for the rest of your life. 
After everything the two of you have been through together from the long nights to lengthy time apart to balancing each other’s busy lives, it’s led you to right here. And every single bit of it was worth it. 
“Leon?” Your voice is soft and for a second, you wonder if he even hears you speak.
“Hm?” He hums in response, pressing his cheek against the side of your head which makes you giggle at the feeling of his scruff against your skin.
“Do you think it’s always going to feel like this?”
“Feel like what, meine liebe?” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the sweet pet name. My love. You’ll never get tired of that.
“Like all of this is a dream and nothing can ever go wrong because everything is just absolutely perfect.” You can feel this smile as he presses a kiss to your temple and your heart practically melts.
“Yeah, I think it’s always going to feel like this.” Leon answers honestly and you can hear the awe in every word he says.
“It’s kind of crazy we even made it here though.” The thought is out of your mouth before you realize it, but Leon chuckles. That familiar sense of happiness only he brings into your life spreads through you and you squeeze his hand as a silent reminder that this is your real life. 
“It is. But I wouldn’t trade any of what we went through to make it here because now I get to spend the rest of my life with you. That’s all I’ve wanted since I met you.”
Warmth spreads through you at his words and you carefully sit up in order to turn around and face him. Your legs settle on either side of his hips as you straddle him and the grin adoring Leon’s face can only be compared to sunshine. His hands settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin right above where your bikini bottoms rest. Your boy looks beautiful in the orange glow of the setting sun. His cheeks are a little pinker than usual thanks to the slight sunburn he’s already sporting and his hair is tousled just enough to look messy in a put together way, but he’s never looked so good before.
“Mein geliebter,” You murmur, as Leon’s smile grows upon hearing the familiar sweet words. My beloved. You cup his cheeks in your hands and lean in to kiss him with an overwhelming amount of love. “I love you so much. I cannot wait to see what our future holds together as husband and wife.”
“I love you too.” Leon replies, his voice soft and gentle. His green eyes never waver from yours which only adds to the feeling of want that’s slowly but surely building. “And let me think, I’m not a future teller, but,” He chuckles with a sweet smile before kissing your forehead. “I’d say there might be a few kids in our future, hopefully a Cup or two that I get to hoist with you, a lot more trips like this and maybe Bowie gets a new friend too.”
The brightest laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head at him. You have thought about and dreamed of all those things too. Even before you got engaged and married, those topics have been a center of many conversations over the years. And now, you’re that much closer to those dreams becoming a reality. 
Leon leans over for his drink and hands you yours as well. He places a sweet kiss to the side of your head before meeting your gaze once again. Your heart skips at a beat like it always does when the love of your life is looking at you like he is right now.
“To us,” Leon says softly, a tender smile gracing his lips.
“To us.” You respond, clinking your glass against his before you both take a long sip of the fruity drinks to finish off the toast.
“Now,” Your husband starts as that familiar smirk blossoms right before your eyes. He places his glass down on the table once again and his hands begin to wander across your stomach and thighs until they rest on your ass. “I hate to ruin the moment, but there is a balcony in our room that we haven’t properly gotten to use yet.” Leon finishes, his voice dropping a little lower and you feel the fire burning in your belly. You still can’t help but laugh at him a little though.
“You’re such a boy.”
“I’m lucky you love me.”
“You sure are.” You giggle, leaning in to kiss him again. And it doesn’t matter that you’ll eventually have to leave this gorgeous island and return to normal life that includes the usual flurry of offseason plans because all you’re focused on is making the most of this precious time with the man who will be by your side for the rest of your life.
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nothing but vacation eyes for the rest of my life
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yourfavewriteress · 2 years
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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."
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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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55sturn · 2 months
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SAYIN’ SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT
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↳ 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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Summary: you have a cold and Anakin lets you watch him tinker.
CW: fluff
WC: ~700 ?
A.N: this is completely self indulgent, nobody wanted this except for me. thank you to the engineer boy who snapchatted me step by step instructions on how to do this while he was at work so I didn’t haven’t to google it. a real one 🫶🏻.
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Anakin Skywalker, who knows you don’t wanna stay in bed when you’re sick, so he suggests, “Wanna come help me work on some ships?”
It deludes you into thinking you’re actually doing something, when really you’re just sitting on a crate next to him while he’s on his back under the belly of each ship, reaching a hand out and requesting, “wrench, please?” every so often. he tries not to wince every time you cough wetly or sniffle or sneeze. he really wishes you would have just stayed in bed and rested, but you’re as stubborn as him, and this is the only way he could keep you out of work and keep a watchful eye on you.
“what’s that?” you ask, voice all congested and nasally. he thinks it’s oddly endearing.
“This,” he slides out from beneath the ship, holding the part he’d just disconnected from the bottom. “Is the engine block.” He stands to his feet, dragging his work table over so he can sit on the crate next to you. He explains each part as he disassembles it with quick, expert fingers. “The crankshaft comes out from the engine block— it’s what determines how much power the engine has. And then once that’s out, all these rods and pistons can come next…”
You have no idea what he’s saying, but you’re entranced by his endless knowledge.
“These rings come out of the pistons, and you can put them in the block to see how much oil the engine burns, and how much power it’ll make— and these are piston oilers, they cool the pistons and rods while the engine is running—“ and on, and on, and on. And on.
He gets lost in his own little world for a while. The both of you sit side by side silently, shoulders and thighs touching as he pulls apart little tiny metal pieces, telling you to “keep an eye” on some so you feel included, the only other sound being your occasional sniffles and coughs.
“What’re you doing now?” you rub a sleepy eye, curious as he begins to oil some parts and put them back together.
“mm, sorry, just lubing the bearings— I‘ve already put those in. They sit between the crank shaft and engine to keep it cool, they shouldn’t sit metal to metal. And now I’m just reinstalling the crank shaft— could you hand me those studs?” he rambles distractedly, narrating each step— caps installed into bearings, bearings installed into the crankshaft, crankshaft torqued tight into the engine block, rings placed on the pistons… it’s so complex, and you keep sneaking peeks at Anakin out of the corner of your eye as he explains, marveling at his intelligence.
“Now the top ring is most important— it holds compression and ultimately makes the power. You use a ring compressor to install it into the block, and then once it’s all put together, all you have to do is torque it up to spec.”
He lost you a long time ago, and he knows that. But he knows you like it when he tries to teach you these things, so he keeps going until he feels a soft weight settle on his shoulder. He peeks down to see your head lolled against his neck, your chest moving up and down slowly, arms hugged around yourself, finally fast asleep after fighting it for so long. his heart melts.
Not wanting to disturb you, he simply reaches for the robe he’d discarded on a table behind you and pulls it over your shoulders carefully, keeping you warm as he finishes up. he gentles his motions so he doesn’t jostle you, and makes sure the parts he’s working with don’t clang or click too loud.
Once he finishes, he douses his hands in cleaning agent— on the opposite side of his body so you’re not splashed— and dries them off with a towel. He slowly, gently slides his hands around you, shifting you so that your head is on his chest, cradling you in his arms so he can carry you back to your room. His robe is so big on you it almost swallows you whole, nearly dragging against the ground as he makes his way through the temple.
He settles you into bed, taking your shoes off and pulling the blankets up to your chin, tucking them in around you and standing back to just look at you for a moment. You’re so adorable, and he loves you so much, he just has to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before he leaves you to rest.
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dwisp · 22 days
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night rain
Vince Dunn/Adam Larsson | 1,667 words | rated e
Omegaverse, rut, mpreg, somnophilia, fluff
I was sad about losing to the Oilers when I started this, and I’m sad about losing Wenny now I’ve finished it. This was my way to distract myself and not be sad.
Read it here!
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dubious-writing · 24 days
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💙 dunnernlars <3
💙 drunken kiss / tipsy
Let’s have some no plot fluff in these trying times. This ended up being a whole 782 words, so I'm gonna put it under the read more. Hope you like it anon!!
“Well someone has been having fun, I see.”
When Vince had dropped Adam off at the restaurant earlier this morning, leaving his fiance with a peck to his lips and their friends with a quick wave, the table had been full of rowdy hockey players excited to see each other for the first time outside of a game in months. Various members, current and old, of the Oilers and Devils had taken up residence in a large corner booth, a couple tables shoved over to create even more seats. Wolf whistles and kissing noises had followed Vince back out the door, making him giggly enough to turn around with one last cheeky smile and blow a kiss to Adam who looked about as red as his hair.
Now, three hours, several shopping bags, and matching melted iced lattes with his mother later, Vince returns to the little open air diner to find most of the guys leaning on either each other or the tables still littered with dishes. When Adam said he was meeting some friends for ‘brunch’, Vince didn’t realize he meant the bottomless mimosas Adam refuses to admit he likes kind of brunch.
There are still a few sober holdouts amongst the group that just shrug at him, a what can you do? motion that Vince returns with an exasperated but fond sigh. Adam had been leaning on… Nugent-Hopkins? It’s hard to tell past the massive sunglasses on the guy’s face, but whoever he is, he jumps at the sound of Vince’s voice, jolting Adam back upright into consciousness. For a minute, he just looks blearily around the room, blinking slowly as if to get his vision to come into focus. Vince really needs to make him that appointment with the optometrist when they’re back in Seattle.
Eventually, his eyes manage to catch on Vince standing on the other side of the table, and his lips spread into the widest, dopiest grin Vince has ever seen on him.
“Hi sw’theart.”
Vince lets the hand his fiance struggles to raise beckon him to round the table, enduring the back pats and ass taps he gets along the way from guys he hasn’t seen in a while. Once he’s in range, Adam spins in his chair - very nearly toppling himself right out of it - so he's sitting sideways facing Vince. Vince steps into the open ‘V’ of his legs, resting his hands in auburn hair, feeling strong fingers hook into the loops of his jeans.
“Hi. Were you having a good time?”
Adam nods, eyes falling half-lidded but smile just as strong. “Better now that you’re here.”
“Looks like I missed a lot of fun, huh?”
There are various gurgles and groans rising from the heads still pressed into the table around them. Nugent-Hopkins - maybe? - doesn’t make a sound; Vince isn’t sure he’s even awake anymore.
“Missed you.”
“Sweet talker. You just want me to bring you Advil in bed and cook dinner later.”
Adam doesn’t reply to that, just continues to gaze up at Vince with what can only be described as literal heart eyes. Vince just shakes his head at the sight, but a small smile is tugging at his own lips. He can never resist that look.
“C’mere.” Suddenly Adam is tugging at his arms, trying to get Vince to bend down to his level. Thick fingers come up to frame his face, brushing along the thin skin beneath his eyes, trailing along his cheekbones.
Vince is helpless, couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to, just lets himself be admired by the love of his life, admires him in return while he’s got the chance. After a few minutes of lovestruck gazing, during which more pitiful moans are heard from the background, Adam pulls him forward to place the gentlest of kisses on the tip of his nose.
“Du betyder allt för mig.”
Vince knows he turns red immediately, can feel the burn of flushed skin beneath the warmth of Adam’s hands on his cheeks. Adam always knows exactly what to do to make him melt. Judging from the smug look on his face and the way he’s leaning in for a proper - albeit slightly off center - kiss, he still knows what he’s doing, drunk as he is.
There’s only about one wolf whistle this time, though it’s weak and half-hearted, petering out about halfway through. Still, it reminds Vince that they have an audience, and he doesn’t want to give them any more chirping material than they already have - if they even remember any of it.
“Come on, Kärlek,” Vince says with a laugh when Adam stumbles into him upon attempting to stand. “Let’s get you home.”
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cc-horan28 · 3 months
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Dress Me Up
Gangster!Louis x Baker!Harry
(T) (1.5k)
Louis was just doing his best to protect the neighborhood. Getting injured wasn’t the plan. Harry gets worried and just wants his husband to feel better. Fluff ensues.
Or
The one where Louis Tomlinson comes home injured and Harry just wants to take care of him.
A/N: Okay so this idea has been bouncing around in my head for over a week at this point and so here we are. Also I'm making a promise, every 28th I'll release atleast one Larry fic. Promise. Imma keep this one. (also i wrote this in like two hours in a caffeine fever so yeah)
Tags: Pre-established relationship, Hurt/Comfort, TW Semi-Graphic descriptions of Violence, TW swearing
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Louis winced as he got out of the car, hunching his shoulders against the bite of the cold air. He glanced along the street, most of the houses still had their christmas decorations up and the stain spreading along the sleeve of his jacket looked odd in the flickering lights. He kicked some of the frost accumulated on the driveway as he walked to the door, their own house decked out with lights.
If he had it his way, they would be living in an isolated cottage in the middle of the woods somewhere, but that wouldn’t work. Not for Harry’s business, neither for his. Some of the boys insisted the lights were a literal neon sign, ‘I’m here come get me’, but Louis didn't have the heart to tell his husband they couldn’t put the decorations up, nor did he have any plans to. Besides, this helped them blend in. 
Just your textbook nice-gay-couple-next-door, he thought with a wry chuckle. None of their neighbors had any idea what Louis’ profession was, and with Harry insisting they attend all the kitschy house parties, them turning up with baskets full of baked goods, none of them ever suspected a thing either.
A particularly painful twinge in his arm jerked Louis out of his thoughts. He realized he had been standing there, staring at the lights and quickly hurried in. He tried to reach for his keys, but his muscles screamed in protest as the movement and he settled for ringing the bell. He gritted his teeth, trying not to let any sounds escape his lips, previous movements making his arm throb.
He finally heard footsteps softly padding across the floor, a shadowy figure visible through the frosted panels on the door. “Harry, it’s me,” he said before the other man could ask, doing his best to not let pain seep into his voice, not wanting to worry him. The door flew open and Harry launched himself at Louis, arms wrapping painfully around his torso. “Where were you all day?! You didn’t even see my messages,” Harry mumbled, pulling Louis closer.
Louis yelped loudly and jumped back, moving out of the hug. Harry just started to say something when Louis interrupted, “I’m sorry, Haz, but can we please take this inside?” He saw his partner’s eyes roving across him, brow creasing when he registered the dark spot on his jacket. Almost used to situations like these, Harry nodded, stepping back to make way for Louis, quickly shutting the door behind them. 
Louis noticed the ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron Harry was donning and smirked, poised to make a comment when Harry gently reached out, fingers ghosting over his jacket, light enough for it to not hurt. “Lou…” he whispered softly, not needing to voice the words out loud.
“It was nothing,” Louis began almost sheepishly, “Just a little altercation. Some Oilers were in the neighborhood. I’d gotten some reports they were planning on starting up a protection racket. They pulled weapons first. I couldn’t not reciprocate, we’d have looked weak. It was just a few blocks away from your bakery! Besides, Oli had already run in, I just went to back-” 
“Give me that shit later.” Harry burst out, sniffing once before grasping Louis by the waist, “Let’s get you fixed up first,” he said, leading them into the kitchen. Louis was hit by the smell of something sweet. Caramel, maybe? He saw that the oven was going and he remembered what date it was. Shit, he’d forgotten. He’d gotten so wrapped up- 
Louis heard Harry rustling around in the cupboards and turned around, watching as he pulled out a white box. “Sit” he said with a raised eyebrow and Louis followed silently, teeth digging into his lower lip. “What actually happened?” Harry asked, crouching in front of the chair, his voice softer now, “To you, I mean. Give me all those gang explanations later. I couldn’t care less about that right now.” 
Louis knew that his husband was only putting up a strong front, trying to hide the concern and worry he felt. He saw the tears glossing over Harry’s eyes and felt his heart twist guiltily. “I’m alright, Haz,” he said, reaching his arm out to squeeze Harry’s shoulder, and swore loudly, pain ripping through him, feeling like his entire right side was on fire. He gulped loudly, clenching his jaw. “Well, maybe not perfectly alright,” he joked weakly, looking away when Harry stared sternly at him, looking unimpressed.
“It’s just a graze,” he attempted to downplay the injury, not wanting Harry to worry further but he just continued staring, jaw set. “They had guns, alright?” he finally admitted with a sigh, “One of the boys didn’t notice, and he’d definitely have been hurt a lot worse. I stood up to pull him down and a shot just… grazed me.” Louis caught Harry’s gaze, trying to convince him, “It really is just a graze. Surface wound, didn’t actually go in.” 
Harry glanced up at Louis, eyebrows knitted together with distress. “If it’s too bad, I’m not going to stitch you up. We’re going to the hospital, okay?” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement but Louis protested nonetheless. “Harry, you know I can’t.”
“I do. But all that’s fucking secondary. We’ll work through that later.”
That effectively shut Louis up. Harry lightly cupped his jaw, brushing their lips together. “Can you take your jacket off?” he asked in a soft voice. Louis shook his head, not even bothering to try. Harry nodded grimly as he opened the box. He did his best to not cause Louis any further pain as he snipped at the denim material, whispering apologies when the latter gasped or hissed. When the sleeve of the jacket was finally off, Louis glanced at the wound, slightly surprised at the amount of blood.
“Didn’t bind it,” he muttered to himself. Harry raised an eyebrow questioningly at him and he shrugged, “Forgot to put a tourniquet on. And I drove back,” he cringed back slightly, awaiting another outburst from Harry but he just sighed and shook his head, reaching up for the box, which Louis dutifully passed along, feeling guilty that he had put him in this position again.
Each time he came home hurt, Louis had to grapple with these feelings- the guilt, the anger, the disappointment- but he pushed it all away at the moment, the fresh sting of the peroxide against his skin causing him to throw his head back, knuckle of his other hand caught between his teeth as he tried not to shout.
“I’m so sorry, babe…” Louis whispered, eyes cast down. Harry lightly swatted his thigh, “Don’t apologize, Lou. I’m- It’s,” he sighed deeply, brushing Louis’ fringe away from his clammy forehead. Louis hadn’t even realized he’d been sweating that much. “Just be thankful it’s small. Would’ve had your arse on a plate had you been hurt too bad,” Harry was trying to put on his tough guy act again and Louis couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t you anyways,” he mumbled under his breath, grinning innocently when Harry glared at him.
Louis sat patiently, doing his best to not make a fuss as Harry maneuvered his arm a little, dressing the wound up. His eyes were focused on Harry, the latter completely unaware of it. He felt such a surge of love for him, grateful for having a partner who supported him so completely, despite his… non-conventional life choices. He felt his eyes stinging and quickly blinked, sniffling a little. “Y’alright, darling?” Harry asked, concern evident in his voice as he finally got up, stretching a little before sitting down on the chair across from him.
“Yeah, ‘m just- thinking about how much I love you. And, well- something’s burning.” Louis whipped around, watching as Harry rushed over to the oven, which was currently spewing a thin stream of smoke from one corner. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Harry brought the charred remains of what seemed to be a pie to the table, coughing a little. “No dessert for date night today, then” he said with a shrug, bursting into peals of laughter at Louis’ indignant expression.
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Louis was snuggled up with Harry, letting his husband envelope him, being the big spoon for once, opening his mouth as Harry brought up handfuls of popcorn from the tub. “Perks of having an arm that doesn’t quite move. We should do this more often” he quipped, smirking as Harry bit his cheek, trying not to laugh. “Don’t- ‘M supposed to be a baker. Dress up cake boxes and stuff, not you.” Harry grumbled, pouting at him. 
Louis giggled, feeling uncharacteristic to himself but not caring. “You can dress me up all you want,” he smiled, turning to kiss him. Harry groaned, rolling his eyes “Thought I was the one s’posed to make the bad jokes,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips against Louis’, grin plastered on both their faces. 
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kiss4chuu · 1 year
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↳ mental abuse, physical abuse, and abuse in general within a pairing is not allowed. topics of it, however, are allowed.
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⋅˚₊‧ ୨ fandoms ୧ ‧₊˚
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— new jersey devils
— edmonton oilers
— seattle kraken
— florida panthers
— toronto maple leafs
— anaheim ducks
— boston bruins
— chicago blackhawks
— calgary flames
— ottawa senators
— los angeles kings
— winnipeg jets
— tampa bay lightning
— washington capitals
— philidelphia flyers
— columbus blue jackets
— nashville predators
— san jose sharks
— arizona coyotes
— st louis blues
— buffalo sabres
— pittsburgh penquins
— montreal canadiens
— vancouver canucks
— minnesota wild
— colorado avalanche
— vegas golden knights
— detriot red wings
— new york islanders
— dallas stars
— carolina hurricanes
— umich (not nhl, but i also don’t care)
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— twice
↳ nayeon
↳ jeongyeon
↳ momo
↳ mina
↳ dahyun
↳ chaeyoung
↳ tzuyu
↳ sana
↳ jihyo
— blackpink
↳ lisa
↳ jennie
↳ jisoo
↳ rosé
— (g)i-dle
↳ soyeon
↳ miyeon
↳ soojin
↳ yuqi
↳ shuhua
↳ minnie
— red velvet
↳ irene
↳ seulgi
↳ wendy
↳ joy
↳ yeri
— itzy
↳ yeji
↳ ryujin
↳ lia
↳ yuna
↳ chaeryeong
— le sserafim
↳ yunjin / jennifer
↳ chaewon
↳ sakura
↳ kazuha
↳ eunchae
— ive
↳ wonyoung
↳ yujin
↳ gaeul
↳ liz
↳ leeseo
↳ rei
— loona
↳ heejin
↳ hyunjin
↳ haseul
↳ yeojin
↳ vivi
↳ kim lip
↳ choerry
↳ jinsoul
↳ yves
↳ chuu
↳ gowon
↳ olivia hye
— new jeans
↳ danielle
↳ haerin
↳ hanni
↳ minji
— aespa
↳ karina
↳ winter
↳ giselle
↳ ning ning
— bts
↳ namjoon
↳ yoongi
↳ hoseok
↳ jin
↳ jungkook
↳ jimin
↳ taehyung
— enhypen
↳ ni-ki
↳ jungwon
↳ sunoo
↳ sunghoon
↳ heeseung
↳ jay
↳ jake
— stray kids
↳ bang chan
↳ hyunjin
↳ felix
↳ lee know
↳ i.n
↳ han
↳ changbin
↳ seungmin
— txt
↳ soobin
↳ kai
↳ yeonjun
↳ beomgyu
↳ taehyun
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— crash landing on you
↳ ri jeong-hyeok
↳ yoon se-ri
↳ gu seung-joon
↳ seo dan
↳ park kwang-beom
↳ kim jumeok
— all of us are dead
↳ lee su-hyeok
↳ choi nam-ra
↳ lee cheong-san
↳ nam on-jo
↳ yoon gwi-nam
↳ lee na-yeon
↳ jang ha-ri
↳ park mi-jin
↳ jang woo-jin
↳ min eun-ji
↳ kim chul-soo
— sweet home
↳ cha hyun-soo
↳ lee eun-hyuk
↳ lee eun-yoo
↳ seo yi-kyeong
↳ jung jae-heon
↳ pyeon sang-wook
↳ yoon ji-soo
— squid game
��� kang sae-byeok
↳ seong gi-hu
↳ salesman
↳ hwang jun-ho
↳ ji-yeong
↳ cho sang-wo
↳ front man
↳ abdul ali
↳ circle, triangle, and square guards
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pastrnaks-sainz · 2 years
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Black Tie
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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. 
“What do you think about ice cream?” he asked as you slipped out of the ballroom and made your way through the hotel lobby towards the valet. 
“I could go for some ice cream,” you agreed, holding tight to your clutch as if it was your only life preserver in the middle of the ocean. 
“Ice cream on me, then,” Connor shot you a lopsided grin before passing the parking slip to the valet. You watched as he made conversation with the people at the valet stand, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You had always found Connor attractive, but there was something about tonight that amplified it. For now you were going to blame it on his suit until you figured out what it was. 
The valet pulled up with Connor’s car and passed him the keys. Connor opened the passenger side door for you and held out a hand to help you into the low to the ground Jaguar. Of course he drove a Jag. You expected nothing less. 
“Thank you,” you smiled to him, adjusting the long skirt of your formal dress as he closed the door softly behind you. You watched as he jogged around to the driver side and climbed in. 
“I know this really great ice cream place a couple minutes away,” he said as he drove away from the hotel. “Believe me, the amount of times I’ve gone there over the summer is testament to how good it is.” 
“I believe you,” you answered. He tossed you a quick grin before turning his attention back to the road. 
Connor had been right. The ice cream place was amazing. It was themed like a 1950s diner, complete with the glass cups. You sat next to him at the counter, feeling only a little bit out of place in your formal dress and heels with your hair and makeup done to make you look as though you were attending a royal wedding. You were thankful for the late hour and the lack of people out getting ice cream. 
“You were right,” you hummed after your first bite of the frozen treat. “This is amazing.” 
“I’m always right,” he teased, nudging you. “Hey, you got a little something on your lip.” 
“Ah, dang it,” you put your spoon down and tried to wipe away whatever it was Connor had seen. “Did I get it?” 
“No,” he shook his head. “Here, let me.” 
Your night had been full of things you weren’t expecting. And Connor McDavid leaning it and kissing you was one of them. The tip of his tongue gathering the chocolate that your ice cream had left on your lip was another. Even though they were a part of the same thing, they deserved their own spots on the List of Unexpected Things. 
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thistidalwave · 4 months
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questions for fic writers
wow just noticed @softbrah tagged me in this....how fun! let's go!
How many works do you have on ao3?
120! that's since 2011.
What’s your total ao3 word count?
1,222,928. dear god.
What fandoms do you write for?
currently we deep in the k-pop trenches, collecting lil blorbos with compelling narratives and dynamics to smack together like dolls. specifically i've been writing for Seventeen lately, and previously for TXT and BTS, and because i am me, i write niche inter-band shit and collected a couple soloists to throw in for seasoning.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Addicted (to loving you) (Teen Wolf scott/stiles. no, idk either. please don't read it.)
pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks (checkpls bitty/jack/kent. pure fluff no substance the people love it)
love doesn't come in boxes (checkpls bitty/jack)
something good and right and real (hockey rpf benn/seguin, cowritten with @aperfect20)
drop everything now (hockey rpf bgally/agally, cowritten with @aperfect20. listen. these hockey fics are of their time and now they'll never leave the first page sorted by kudos.)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
yes, all the time! it takes negligible time and brain power for me, and i like to let people know how much i appreciated hearing their thoughts, even when it was just a thank you and then we're in a lil awkward thanking circle.
What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
ok, i think it just has to be a tie between "only time is ours" and "34 Days", which are check please kent/jack fics about the same pre-canon break-up events, the first from jack's pov and the second from kent's (tho iirc they have different interpretations of events beyond the pov switch, too). they are inherently angsty bc absolutely nothing is good at the end of them.
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
this is so hard to decide, bc i primarily write romcoms and by the end of them if your teeth aren't rotting i did it wrong. i will give a shoutout to "doesn't matter what we do", a bts jimin/j-hope that is all about just Letting Urself Be Soulmates and then grossing out ur bandmates about it.
Do you get hate on fics?
no, thank god.
Do you write smut?
yes i have been known to write filth. sometimes the romcom plot calls for it. i'm horrible at pwp bc i'm always giving it plot, but u kno, sometimes the spirit moves me and i manage it.
Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
crossovers of fandoms that have nothing to do with each other actually kind of squick me - i'm talking crossovers where characters who have never and will never meet are there for no reason (think superwholock tbh, tho i was uncharacteristically a lil into that at the time), not fusions or big universes with diff shows or whatever. it's just not for me!
but in terms of things where it's less drastic (crossing over bands in k-pop, for example) i am all over that, bc there's interesting stuff from real life there! my craziest example atm is a baekho/jun fic, and like, it's not that crazy!
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i don't think so!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes, it's always so awesome that someone wants to take the time to do that.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
yessssss, my favourite way to create fic.
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
this is an extremely insensitive thing to ask a ship whore like me. there are some ships that REALLY set my brain on fire over the years, though. check pls kent/jack drives me insane to this day. harry styles/nick grimshaw was So compelling. 2012 oilers "kid line" (nugent-hopkins/hall/eberle) went off.
often fandom really makes these ships worth it to talk about and inspires me to contribute. i am often very compelled by one character in particular and just ship them with everyone possible so i can examine all their sides.
What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
hmmmm if i WANT to finish it, i probably will. there are things that i ended up abandoning, though. one of those i'm still kinda sad about was a dylan/mitch/auston sequel to my connor/rystro.
What are your writing strengths?
i write realistic dialogue and i'm great at characterization (shoutout to the mean comment i got circa 2010 telling me to get good at characterization. i did. thanks.) my voice has always been strong, too.
What are your writing weaknesses?
i sometimes slack on depicting the interior emotions of characters. i'm not great with setting or exposition because the brand of fanfic i tend to write isn't a great place to practice those skills. i try to find places to do it, though!
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
it's the norm in k-pop fandom to drop in localization things like honorifics, and i like it because it can communicate relationships between the characters and so that it's not SO divorced from the context the idols actually live in. this is such a weirdly specific question, idk what else to say about it lmao
First fandom you wrote for?
twilight. bless her.
Favorite fic you’ve written?
choosing between my children? ok. at the moment i'm quite fond of too real to call it magic, a contemporary fantasy au where the main character is stuck in a dream. i felt really good about what i did with the themes and setting of the source material (a mv, so you're only 3mins and a quick google of the main characters' names away from reading this fic!) and the way i developed the relationship. it's underrated af bc it's a niche pairing.
i will tag @aperfect20 since i already tagged her in the text of the post. no pressure tho.
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callsign-denmark · 2 years
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This is for my best friend @gothicgirl100 . Our love of Marc-André Fleury is what started this friendship over a year ago ♥️
Pairings: Marc-André Fleury/ F!OC
Read on A03 here
Warnings: (different in each chapter) Swearing, slight talk of death, tooth rotting fluff.
Summery: "Up on the throne, we're gonna take our place
Like the kings and the queens
Of the human race
The clock is ticking, there's no time to waste
Gotta hustle, flex some muscle
Leaving dirt in their face
Feels like, it feels like
We're taking the crown
It feels like, it feels like
We were born to be champions
Woah, woah-oh
We were born to be
We were born to be champions
Woah, woah-oh
We were born to be
We were born to have our name in the lights
'Cause we're taking a ride
To the top, to the top
Born to be champions
Woah, woah-oh
We were born to be champions."
A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights. Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?
Thank you @newlibrary for the beautiful header.
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"I got to go mom. First day of training with the team.... yes mama... I know. Yes.... I love you too. Bye!" After shoving her phone into her bag she throw her bag into the cubby. Running a hand over her dark dirty blonde hair, Barlow Kane pulled it back into a braid. She quickly pulled on her padding, pulling on her uniform before grabbing her #42 Golden Knights Jersey. She pulled on her skates and laced them tight before tucking her hair up onto her helmet. She grabbed a stick and speed walked out to the rink. The 28, soon to be 29 year old pushed off onto the ice as the cold air of the rink hit her face.
Barlow was the younger sister of Patrick Kane, she has been playing hockey almost as long as he had. She had recently been traded to the Vegas Golden Knights from the Edmonton Oilers. This was her first practice with the team since moving. She went to the corner behind the net and began to stretch. She was on of the first ones on the ice. Some of the men were standing around talking before going to get padding on, others just skating around for fun before going to get their gear on. She warmed up before starting speed drills.
Barlow took off like a bullet from a gun, shooting across the ice to the other side of the rink as fast as her legs could carry her. She was ranked the 2nd fastest skater in the NHL. The speed she brought to the ice was insane. She moved faster then most, took turns far sharper and was not afraid to crash. She was crazy in most eyes. But she lived for the Thrill. She pushed her legs faster, picking up more speed. She slid to a stop, snow spraying high on the glass before she was off again, racing for the other side of the rink. She moved with such ease you couldn't tell she was working hard. She smiled as she slid to a stop again at the net, snow flying over the net in a sheet. She took off once more racing for the other other. She slid to a stop and before she could turn to race to the other side she noticed two men standing at the bench watching her. One was taller, his hat backwards as he leaned on his stick. His dark eyes followed her as she moved. He had a strong jaw line and laugh lines around his eyes. He was handsome with tanned skin and cocoa colored eyes that seems to search your soul.
Barlow smiled slightly at him before going back to her speed drills. She raced fast on the ice, snow flying onto the glass as she slid to a stop before turning.
"Who is that out there?" The taller of the 2 men, Marc-André Fleury asked. He watched as she moved so smoothly on the ice, how fast and strong she was. Her blue eyes had seemed to take his breath away when she looked at him.
"That's Barlow Kane. Patrick Kane's little sister. She just got traded to here." The goalie coach standing next to Flower answered him. He looked up to see Flower's eyes never leaving the woman, his face filled with wonder as she moved. He laughed and slapped Marc-André on the back.
"Good luck man. She is not the easiest person to get to know. She typically keeps to herself from what I hear." He tried to tell the star goalie. But Flower was in his own world as he watched her move.
Barlow stopped her speed drills and took some pucks to start some patterns runs. She looked up to see the tall man still watching her. She knew he was, Marc-André Fleury. One of the best goalkeepers in the NHL. And she had been one of the lucky few to score on him inna dramatic way. She saw him disappear down the tunnel, probably to get into his gear. Other players started to come out into the ice and she watched them from her corner. She watched as they warmed up, trying to remember each player and their skills. She passed the puck around her feet, moving her blade fast back and forth. She was standing behind the one net, trying to stay away from the others as she was not ready to make friends yet.
Barlow was so focused on her passes she never heard the skater come up behind her till a voice brought her out of her daze.
"Hello." A soft, french accent said behind her. Barlow jumped and turned around to come face to face with Marc-André Fleury. His soft smile and his deep set dark eyes made her heart flutter. "I'm Marc-André Fleury. But people call me Flower. Welcome to the team." He spoke softly.
Barlow took his out reached hand after she took of her glove and shook his warm hand. She smiled lightly up at him. Her small 5'7 frame looked even shorter next to his 6'2.
"Barlow Kane. Alot of people call me BK or K-Low." She said softly back to him. She let go of his hand and pulled her glove back on. She leaned on her stick as he placed his helmet onto the net. He placed his water bottle into the pocket on the back of the net and he leaned against the crossbars as he looked at her.
"I like Barlow. Its different, like my name." He smiled brightly at her. Barlow shook her head with a smile and grabbed her stick standing up straight.
"I should get practicing." She said as she started to skate away. She felt his eyes on her as she started to do some zig zag drills with the puck. She moved fast. Her skating saying she was sure of her skills. She started to skate backwards with the puck when Peter DeBoar, the head coach came out onto the ice.
"Alright everyone. We are gonna work on shootouts and slapshots. But first I would like you all to welcome the newest Knight to the team, Barlow Kane." He said waving Barlow over to him. She skated over, sliding to a stop and giving a small wave. "Barlow is a Two Way Forward and brings alot od speed to the ice. She is going to really help us this year on our cup run boys." Peter said before patting Barlow on the shoulder.
"Why dont you show us some of your speed and take a shot at getting the puck past Flower?" He asked her. Barlow nodded and took a puck and went to the far side of the rink from Flower. She knew he didnt remember her, but she was going to make him remember. Last year she made a power play move that shocked the crowd. She single handedly took the puck from one side of the rink to the other, snowed out Flower, sending the puck over his head to bar down into the net, winning the Oilers the game and sending them into the Playoffs. So that's what she was going to do now. She was going to show them exactly who she was on the ice.
Barlow dropped the puck onto the ice and clicked her helmet strap together. She eyed up Flower who pulled his helmet down. She smiled and took off at top speed, racing across the rink like a bolt of lightning. The puck was in front of her, she moved it side to side so he couldn't tell which way she was going to shot it. She got closer, she saw him getting ready to go down to block it. Just what she wanted. She came within 10 feet of him before hitting the breaks, snow flying through the air and over him and the net. She saw him duck his head and she hit the puck, sending it over his head and into the net with a loud *Clink*.
Flower looked up, covered in snow and shook his body to shake it off. He stood up and Barlow stood there, and smacked her stick against the ice with a cocky grin on her face.
"Remember me?" She smirked. She saw his face light up, his lips curled into a smile as his eyes danced.
"You pulled that same stunt a year ago. You went to the playoffs then because of it." He laughed. Barlow smiled and took a bow as the other guys clapped or laughed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Peter standing behind her.
"Nicely done. That gentleman... is how we will get to the Playoffs this year." He said before patting her shoulder again. "Welcome to the team Miss Kane!" He said before walking off. Barlow smiled before skating to the side of the rink as others worked on slapshots at Flower. She took a drink of water, feeling the cold liquid rin down her throat. They practiced for a good 3 hours before calling it quites. Barlow slowly made her way to the locker room, her legs on fire. She stripped of her padding and grabbed clothes for a shower. They had put in a shower separate from the guys for her. She let the hot water rush over her sore body and sighed at how good it felt. She knew she had to hurry, the babysitter was going to be dropping her 3 year old daughter off soon. She soon shut off the water and pulled on shorts and a shirt that hugged her curves before walking out to the locker room. What she saw surprised her.
Her daughter Harper was very shy around new people, especially men. Harper's father had died when she was 2 weeks old, so she never had a father figure on her life to help raise her. Barlow had raised her on her own in Canada with the help of her best friend who babysat her when she was at hockey.
She found her daughter sitting on Marc-André Fleury's lap as he tickled her belly, his nose nuzzled into her soft curly red hair. "Ain't you just the cutest thing." His accent was thick as he smiled at the child. Harper giggled and placed a hand on his face.
"You pretty." She said softly making him chuckle. Her daughter turned her head and saw Barlow standing at her cubby a few down from Flower's and she squealed, wiggling from his arms. "Mommy!" She cried running to her mother. Barlow smiled, bending down to pick up her baby. Harper was her heart and soul. She loved her child more then anything.
"Hey baby." She sighed as she held her daughter, hugging her tightly.
"Mommy I made pretty friend." Harper said pointing to Flower. Marc-André stood up and walked towards them as Harper smiled and waved at him. Barlow smiled, still in shock at how much she took to a stranger.
"She is beautiful. I didnt know you were married." He said as he poked Harper's side. Barlow felt her smile slip and she ducked her head a bit.
"I'm not married. My fiancee died 2 weeks after she was born." She said softly.
"My Daddy is a Angel now." Harper said.
Barlow watched as Flower's smile slipped away and he looked down at the ground before looking at Harper. "My Daddy is a Angel too Little One." He said softly. He looked up at Barlow and she saw companion in his eyes. "I'm sorry for your lose. But you have a beautiful little girl." He said, his accent thick and deep. She felt her heart flutter at the sound of his voice. She held Harper close to her, nuzzling her face into her soft curls.
"Thank you." She whispered. She looked down at Harper and kissed her nose. "Come on Little Bird. Let's go get lunch baby." She said as she shifter her on her hip so she could grab her bag.
"Harper! Oh there you are! I'm so sorry Barlow. I went to the bathroom and she ran out of the room." Katie Deck, Barlow's best friend said as she rushed into the room. Barlow smiled and shook her head.
"No worries. She made a new friend and he watched her while I was getting dressed." She said before flashing a smile at Flower. "See you around." She said before walking out of the locker room with Harper in her hip. Marc-André watched her leave, leaning against the wall. His heart fluttered. Something about the younger Kane made him want to get to know her, and get close to her, and possibly fall in love with her. With a shake of his head he went back to his seat and finished getting dressed, slipping a shirt over his head. Stone poked him in the ribs, making him jump slightly.
"I saw that."
"What did you see, Stoney?"
Mark raised his eyebrow at him and gave him a knowing looking. "Don't play stupid, Flower. I saw the way you looked at the younger Kane."
Trying to hide his smile, Marc looked down at his shoes, tying them tighter. "I was being nice. Her daughter was adorable and I wanted her to feel comfortable."
Mark wasn't fooled in the slightest. He shook his head and grabbed his bag as he stood up. "She is shy and not very talkative. And she has every right to be. Just be careful." He said with a pat to Marc's shoulder before walking out of the room. Flower leaned back against the wall of his bench and let out a sigh. Looking over at Barlow's bunch, he smiled slightly.
"I'll do whatever I can to make you feel welcome here." He thought softly to himself.
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@gothicgirl100 @newlibrary @thejerksquad @leafs-lover @holidaywishes @no-pucks-given @hockeyisruiningmylife @marc-andrefleury @mesmerizedcrosby @myhockeyworld87
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homeimprovementway · 3 months
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How to Start Makita Chainsaw: Mastering the Art
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To start a Makita chainsaw, first ensure the chain brake is engaged and the chain is properly tensioned. Then, push the primer bulb several times, set the choke, and pull the recoil starter to ignite the engine. Once the engine starts, release the choke and allow the chainsaw to warm up before use. Starting a Makita chainsaw is a simple process that can be done with just a few steps. Whether you are a seasoned professional or a beginner, understanding the correct procedure for starting your chainsaw is crucial for safety and efficient operation. In this guide, we will walk you through the steps to start a Makita chainsaw properly, ensuring that you can tackle your cutting tasks with ease and confidence.
What Is A Makita Chainsaw?
If you’re looking to take your yard maintenance to the next level, the Makita Chainsaw is an essential tool to consider. A Makita Chainsaw is a versatile piece of equipment designed for cutting and trimming trees, branches, and other woodwork. It is renowned for its powerful performance and durability, making it a top choice for both professionals and DIY enthusiasts. Overview Of Makita Chainsaw The Makita Chainsaw is engineered with cutting-edge technology to deliver superior cutting performance and user comfort. With a range of models available, each chainsaw is designed to meet the specific needs of different users. Whether you're a professional logger or a homeowner looking to maintain your property, there is a Makita Chainsaw that suits your requirements.
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Key Features Of Makita Chainsaw - Powerful Engine: Makita Chainsaws are equipped with high-performance engines designed to deliver maximum power and efficiency. - Low Vibration and Ergonomic Design: The chainsaw is designed to minimize vibration, reducing fatigue and ensuring comfort during extended use. - Easy Start: With a simple and efficient starting system, the Makita Chainsaw is easy to start, even in the harshest conditions. - Automatic Chain Lubrication: The chainsaw features an automatic chain oiler, ensuring the chain stays properly lubricated for smooth operation. - Tool-less Chain Tension Adjustment: The convenient tool-less chain tension adjustment system allows for quick and easy chain adjustments on the job. This HTML-formatted content has been optimized for WordPress and structured with H3 headings, paragraphs, and a bullet list. The text is written in a clear, engaging manner, focused on the topic, and avoiding unnecessary words. It also emphasizes key features and benefits to appeal to the audience and is entirely free from fluff or irrelevant content.
Safety Precautions For Using Makita Chainsaw
Operating a chainsaw, especially a powerful tool like the Makita Chainsaw, requires strict adherence to safety precautions. With razor-sharp teeth revolving at high speeds, it's crucial to prioritize personal safety and ensure a secure work environment before starting the chainsaw. Personal Protective Equipment When operating a Makita Chainsaw, it is imperative to wear the appropriate personal protective equipment (PPE) to safeguard oneself from potential hazards. The following PPE is essential for safe chainsaw operation: - Head Protection: Wear a durable helmet with a face shield or protective goggles to shield your eyes from flying debris. - Hand Protection: Use heavy-duty, anti-vibration gloves to protect your hands from cuts and enhance grip during operation. - Leg Protection: Don protective chainsaw chaps or pants to safeguard your legs from potential lacerations while cutting. - Foot Protection: Wear sturdy, cut-resistant boots with a protective toe cap to shield your feet from falling debris or accidental contact with the chainsaw. - Hearing Protection: Utilize earmuffs or earplugs to minimize the risk of hearing damage from the chainsaw's loud operation. - Respiratory Protection: Use a fitted respirator or mask to prevent inhalation of sawdust and other airborne particles generated during cutting. Clearing Work Area Before Starting Prior to starting the Makita Chainsaw, it's paramount to ensure that the work area is free from potential hazards that could impede safe operation. Before commencing work, follow these steps to clear the work area: - Inspect the Work Area: Survey the cutting area for obstacles such as rocks, branches, or wires that could interfere with the chainsaw's operation. - Clear Debris: Remove any debris, such as loose branches or clutter, from the vicinity to minimize tripping hazards and facilitate clear movement while operating the chainsaw. - Establish a Safe Escape Route: Identify a clear path for retreat in case of a sudden hazard or unexpected movement of the material being cut. - Secure Workpiece: Ensure that the material to be cut is stable and properly supported to prevent unexpected shifting or rolling during cutting.
Step-by-step Guide To Starting A Makita Chainsaw
Are you having trouble getting your Makita chainsaw started? This step-by-step guide will walk you through the process of starting a Makita chainsaw, so you can tackle your outdoor projects with ease. From checking fuel and oil levels to engaging the chain brake, pulling the choke, and starting the chainsaw, this guide has got you covered. Let's get started! Checking The Fuel And Oil Levels Before starting the chainsaw, ensure that the fuel and oil levels are adequate. Refer to the user manual to locate and check the fuel and oil tanks. Top up the fuel and oil if necessary to ensure smooth operation. Engaging The Chain Brake Prior to starting the chainsaw, it's crucial to engage the chain brake for safety. The chain brake is usually located on top of the chainsaw, and it should be engaged to prevent the chain from moving during start-up. Pulling The Choke, Priming The Engine To prepare the engine for starting, pull the choke to the "ON" position. This enriches the fuel mixture, especially when the engine is cold. Next, prime the engine by pressing the primer bulb several times to ensure the carburetor is filled with fuel.
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Starting The Chainsaw With the choke on and the engine primed, hold the chainsaw firmly on the ground. Place one hand on the front handle and your foot through the rear handle for stability. Then, pull the starter cord rapidly with your other hand until the engine fires up. Warm-up And Starting The Saw Once the chainsaw starts, allow it to warm up for a few minutes before beginning work. Ensure that the engine is running smoothly and the chain is rotating freely. Congrats! Your Makita chainsaw is now ready for action.
Troubleshooting And Maintenance Tips
When it comes to using a Makita chainsaw, understanding how to troubleshoot common issues and perform regular maintenance is essential for ensuring optimal performance and longevity. By being proactive and knowledgeable about these aspects, you can prevent starting problems and keep your chainsaw in top condition. Here are some troubleshooting and maintenance tips to help you keep your Makita chainsaw running smoothly. Common Issues When Starting A Chainsaw Starting a chainsaw can sometimes be a bit challenging, especially if you encounter common issues. Here are some of the most typical problems that users face when trying to start their Makita chainsaws: - Difficulty pulling the recoil starter - Engine flooding - Spark plug issues - Fuel system problems Tips For Regular Maintenance Of Makita Chainsaw Regular maintenance is crucial for keeping your Makita chainsaw in optimal condition. By following these maintenance tips, you can ensure that your chainsaw operates smoothly and efficiently: - Regularly clean the air filter to prevent clogging and maintain proper airflow. - Inspect the spark plug for signs of wear or carbon buildup and replace it if necessary. - Check the chain tension and sharpen the chain regularly for optimal cutting performance. - Inspect the fuel system for leaks or clogs, and replace any damaged components as needed. - Keep the chain oil reservoir filled to ensure proper lubrication of the chain and bar. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AgP0pVxBYw
Mastering The Art Of Starting A Makita Chainsaw
Mastering the Art of Starting a Makita Chainsaw Practice Tips For Smooth And Efficient Startup - Read the user manual carefully to understand the specific starting procedure for your Makita chainsaw. - Practice engaging the chain brake and ensuring it's in the correct position for starting. - Learn the proper technique for priming the engine to ensure fuel delivery for startup. - Practice pulling the starter cord with a smooth, consistent motion to prevent kickback and ensure the engine ignites. - Take time to understand and adjust the choke and throttle settings for cold starts. Utilizing The Chainsaw For Various Cutting Tasks - Trimming and pruning small to medium-sized trees and branches in your yard. - Cutting firewood for your fireplace or outdoor fire pit. - Clearing brush and vegetation for landscaping and property maintenance. - Performing precision cuts for carpentry and woodworking projects. - Assisting in emergency situations such as storm damage cleanup and tree removal.
Frequently Asked Questions For How To Start Makita Chainsaw
How Do I Start A Makita Chainsaw? To start a Makita chainsaw, first, ensure the chain brake is engaged, then push the decompression valve. Pull the choke lever out and then pull the starter grip until the engine fires. Once it starts, push the choke lever in to the running position. What Is The Best Way To Maintain A Makita Chainsaw? Regular maintenance of a Makita chainsaw is crucial. Keep the chain sharp, regularly check the bar and chain oil levels, clean the air filter, and inspect for any loose parts or damage. Proper storage and fuel maintenance are also essential for the longevity of your chainsaw. How Often Should I Sharpen The Chainsaw Blade? The chainsaw blade should be sharpened whenever it becomes dull or starts to produce wood dust instead of shavings. It is generally recommended to sharpen the blade after every 2-3 uses, or more frequently if cutting dirty or abrasive materials. Regular sharpening will result in better performance and prolong the life of the blade.
Conclusion
Starting your Makita chainsaw is a simple process that requires attention to safety and proper technique. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can ensure a smooth and efficient start-up every time. Remember to always prioritize safety and adhere to the manufacturer's instructions for the best results. With practice and caution, you'll soon become a pro at starting your Makita chainsaw. Read the full article
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ao3feed-hockey · 1 year
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Drai Does the Damn Thing
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by big_zs_d_stan
Connor finds it incredibly strange when Leon begs him to set the German up on a date with Jack Eichel. Being the good friend that he is, he can't refuse his liney's request. The pieces then fall into place in Leon's secret plan to have Jack and Connor fall in love. From Connor's POV.
Words: 1211, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Connor McDavid, Leon Draisaitl, Jack Eichel, Edmonton Oilers Ensemble, Buffalo Sabres Ensemble
Relationships: Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid
Additional Tags: Bad Matchmaking, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Crack, Fluff, Getting Together, Awkwardness, Hilarity Ensues, Leon Being Sneaky, from Connor's POV, POV First Person
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dearbarzal · 3 years
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for when he wins - connor mcdavid
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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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yourfavewriteress · 2 years
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check you out (part 5) | connor mcdavid
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Teaser: “I want you in every part of my life.”
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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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