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drysaladandketchup · 2 months

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22 Mattdrai please

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22. things you said after it was over

Last year, it was Matthew's precious Flames that got punted out of the playoffs. To add insult to injury, it was at the hands of the Oilers. Which is why, that same night, he sent Leon a slew of drunken texts from some dingy downtown bar because he was not in the mood to even look at Leon, let alone go home with him.

Those texts included one declaring they were breaking up, which Leon didn't take to heart because not even five minutes later he got another message assuring him that no they were not actually breaking up Matthew was just going to hate him for the next 48 hours. That, Leon could handle.

Hell, he'd probably have gone for 72 hours. Minimum. And he had to rest his ankle anyways, if he wanted any chance of seeing ice-time the next game. He'd be there when Matthew was ready.

This year, it's the Oilers who go out first.

Leon just barely keeps it together through the post-game media frenzy. He doesn't want to look at the cameras, barely keeps the shudder from his voice, which is little more than a whimper because he just can’t breathe. Hunkered down with his hood up because it feels safe, the only barrier between him and a world that just crushed his dream. Again.

It's not like he can be mad at Matthew, because he fucked off to Florida, a whole other division, so Leon has no excuse for not answering any of his texts, or the six separate times Matthew tried to call after Vegas knocked Edmonton on it's ass.

Only once Leon's back home for the night, drained and exhausted and dazed, refusing to go out with Connor and the guys because he really, really doesn't want to exist right now, does he look at his phone.

Cuddling Bowie in his arms, he sits on the couch and scrolls through the avalanche of texts from Matthew. The last one catches him off guard, and he stares at it, reading it over and over.

come down and see me. please.

And... yeah. Through the doom and gloom of another lost season, he misses Matthew. Matthew, who's season isn't done. Matthew, who doesn't need Leon, but wants him. Wants him to be there.

So Leon books a flight to Florida, and starts packing.

The next day he goes in early for clear-out, says his goodbyes, and drives right to the airport. After an almost nine hour flight--including a layover in Denver that's great for his legs but not his morale--he lands in Fort Lauderdale just as the sun hits the horizon.

Matthew's waiting for him at Arrivals, dressed in board shorts and sandals and button-down shirt, sunglasses and that damn bucket hat. He smiles when he sees Leon, waves, and the simplicity of it chips away at the heavy stone sitting on Leon's chest. He always breathes better when he's with Matthew.

"What, not even a sign?" Leon calls out once he's in earshot. "I thought you were excited to see me?"

Matthew slaps the brim of Leon's hat down over his eyes. "Next time I'll bring confetti canons and air horns."

And fuck, just hearing Matthew's voice again without a phone between them lifts a weight off Leon's shoulders. It almost makes the defeat worth it.

His hands are too empty suddenly. He wants to hold Matthew's, wrap him up in his arms, touch him anywhere and everywhere, inside and out. Replenish old memories, make new ones. Never let go again.

Matthew gets the jump on him once they're in his car, dragging Leon over the center console by his shirt and into a sloppy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, scratchy beard and plush lips, and as always, it's perfect. This too, aches like a phantom pain when they're on opposite ends of the continent. Phone sex and a bit of imagination with his own hand can't totally replace the sex, but it definitely can't replace the sweetness of a kiss.

When he pulls back, Matthew looks like he's going to immediately drop the one thing Leon really doesn't want to hear--the dreaded I'm sorry about what happened--so he jumps first.

"I missed you."

If Matthew knows he's purposely being cut off, he doesn't show it. He bumps their foreheads together and closes his eyes, like he's just soaking Leon in.

"Missed you too."

As the dusk fades to night, they drive, and drive, and drive. Not to Matthew's house, that's immediately obvious, but Leon doesn't ask where they're going. He slumps in the passenger's seat, leg tucked up against the dashboard, and goes between watching palm trees and glistening waterfront, to watching Matthew.

He tries not to think about hockey, but it was a long and restless flight, and Matthew's got a stupid little air freshener shaped like skates, and the playoffs aren't actually over, so of course the first thing Leon says to break the silence is, "When's your next game?"

Matthew taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio. "Thursday. Against Carolina. We're flying out the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm. So what are we doing with all that time?"

"Fucking, hopefully." Matthew glances sidelong at him, tongue poking between his teeth. "At least for part of it. I still have practice, and you need to relax."

"What am I doing while you're gone?"

"Waiting for me to come back? You can stay at my place. Come to the games when we're at home. My family's going to drop in too, so, you know, be prepared for that."

Won't be Leon's first tangle with the Tkachuks. Pretty sure he's an honorary member of the family at this point, even if he still struggles to keep up with the energy they bring to a room. Not that he minds.

The rest of the drive is quiet enough that Leon dozes off. When he wakes up, groggy with jet lag, it's dark aside from the street lights, and Matthew is pulling into a parking lot up from a small, deserted beach. Leon doesn't know which one; there's so many here. He follows Matthew out of the car and down the promenade, down the stone steps to the sand, where grains slip between his toes and the sound of the waves soothes the storm in his own head.

Which is exactly why Matthew brought him here; somewhere secluded, somewhere that can't hurt him. Because Leon loves the ocean, and Matthew loves him.

He follows Matthew along the beach, going nowhere in particular. Matthew walks purposefully nonetheless, head high and shoulders back, warm breeze tugging at his clothes and ruffling his curls. Something Leon loves to do too, and can't wait to do again.

This place looks good on Matthew. If only it weren't so far away.

"I'm glad you came," Matthew says over his shoulder, slowing until Leon catches up. "I wasn't sure you would."

Why not? The year-round heat and the beaches and the seemingly endless bars are a nice change of pace. But more importantly, this is where Matthew is. Of course he was going to come.

"Beats sitting around re-watching the second round wondering what we could have done differently," Leon says instead, because it's true, and because he doesn't need to tell Matthew what he already knows.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. But it's not what you need right now." Matthew swallows, takes an uneven breath like he's the one getting choked up. "I saw your interview yesterday. After the game. Leon, you know I didn't call you down here for me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love for you to be here watching us play, but the way you sounded... I was worried you'd end up sitting around your house all alone and depressed."

"I'm not depressed. And I wasn't going to. I was planning on going back home."

"Great, so you can mope around in Germany instead."

"I wouldn't have been alone."

"Much as I love Bowie, he doesn't count, babe."

Leon stops walking, staring at the sand until Matthew stops too, turning back and right into Leon's space to block the wind, which has taken on a chill.

"Leon--"

"Our season's over, Matthew," he mutters. "I really thought we could... I didn't want it to end here."

Matthew sighs, but his eyes are sympathetic. "Yeah. I know. But you're not done. There's always next year. And a bunch more after that."

The same platitudes, every time. It's empty words. Leon knows it. Matthew knows it. But what else is there to say? You fall, you get back up, you try again. Rinse and repeat. That's what this league is.

In any other circumstance, Matthew would probably make some crack about the Oilers and how assuming you guys can actually get your shit together, you may have a chance, but it's, you know, fucking Edmonton, so...

But he's being kind for Leon's sake. Because Matthew's forked tongue turns to silk when he's off the ice. He's so gentle at times like this, handling Leon with kid gloves like he thinks he'll shatter if he so much as breathes too hard.

"I'm just getting tired of it always being 'next year'," Leon admits easily, because it is easy with Matthew. "Every time we come close, we get knocked down. It feels like shit. I'm fucking tired of it."

Every time he climbs the ladder, he tastes victory. The higher the wrung, the sweeter it is. And every time he falls, there's a tiny part of him that worries he'll never get his feet off the ground again.

"Hey." Matthew cups his cheek, forcing Leon to look him in the eye, into pale blues that dance and shine even in the dark. "You're not giving up on me, are you?"

The question catches him so off guard Leon jerks like he's been struck.

"What? No. Fuck no. The hell kind of question is that?"

Quitting has never even crossed his mind. He didn't come into this league thinking it would be easy. He's worked his ass off to get where he is, and sure he's got his own liabilities to work through, but he'll keep going until something gives out.

"Good. Just making sure." Matthew looks so damn smug, but Leon's learned to find that endearing too. "Only place left to go is up, right?"

Right. Leon said something like that to Matthew, once. You win or you lose. Only two options. If you lose, then all you can do next time is win. If you win, you keep winning until you make it to the top. Anger into action, failure into fortune.

Matthew's hand slips down Leon's forearm, searching for his hand, but stops when Leon flinches, and brushes a callused thumb back and forth over the bruise there.

"This from Pietrangelo?"

Leon huffs. "Maniac, yeah. It's fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Want me to rough him up a little if I see him down the line? My treat. Actually, it'd be my pleasure."

There's that blinding confidence. The Matthew that's going to ensure they blow right past Carolina, through Dallas or Vegas, and raise the Cup. Who's dumb enough to argue with him?

"If you want." Leon's almost too tired to smile, but he tries anyways.

And Matthew softens too, cheeks pinked and teeth showing between his parted lips. It's hard to think back to a time when he would never look at Leon like this; like he's so fucking in love with him it's physically impossible to hide it. Leon can only imagine how he looks to Matthew.

"I'll make you another deal while we're at it," Matthew says.

"A deal or a promise?" Leon knows what's coming, because he knows Matthew. His heart still jumps up into his throat.

"I'll win the Cup for you."

They've learned to say I love you in a million different ways. Somehow, they keep finding new ones.

It's so stupid. Matthew's not arrogant. But then again, he seems to be playing a game no one else is, in a way no one else can. He oozes confidence and bleeds charisma, possesses the kind of karma that can change destinies.

If anyone could actually say it, and do it, it's Matthew. Damn if Leon doesn't believe it, too.

So all he has to do is smile, nod, and say, "Okay."

"Just to be clear," Matthew says, "I'm not doing it for the Oilers. I'm doing it for you. And for me and the Cats, obviously. Maybe... maybe a little more for me and the Cats. No offence, babe."

Leon snorts. "It's fine. It's yours. You earned it."

"So have you." Damn right he has. "Shit just sucks sometimes."

Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes to whatever unseeing deity keeps fucking him over. But he's done wallowing. He's got something so much better standing right in front of him.

"You said this was a deal." Leon tugs him closer, one hand cupping the back of Matthew's head, pressing the words against his mouth. "So what do you want from me?"

Matthew smiles under his lips. "I just want you to be there to see it."

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #of course the tragedy of the panthers losing the finals to vegas and matthew's injury looms over this one. I do so love dramatic irony #at least leon is there now so he and brady can both help matthew when he's hurt #matthew is upset they didn’t win and he couldn't keep his promise to leon but leon is like 'your bones are broken please calm down'#i'm actually usually pretty indifferent to petnames but I am so enamoured with matthew calling leon 'babe' I can just hear it #sometimes I don't think I can write romance because I'm very aromantic but then I write shit like this #and suddenly I'm like well damn I guess love is real #once again thinking I should be sued for defamation because I'm pretty sure 'min fic' does not mean 2k but oh well

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doingdathockey · 11 months

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they gave sid the playoff beard of his dreams 😂 (x)

#pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby #i’m amused

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 11

The next morning when I woke Ethan was laying beside me scrolling through his phone. I turn on my side in his direction and just look at him. I look at his playoff beard and hair and giggle thinking of the cute fringe bangs moment he had for a second when he first got the mullet and it grabs his attention. He looks over at me from his phone and asks, “What are you laughing about?”

“You’re hair” I say laughing slightly after and he squints his eyes at me

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Well it’s better now, keep letting it grow out though”

“Woooooowwww” he says laughing slightly, “You don’t like mullets?” he asks me

“No, I do. On some people”

“Who’s mullet is nicer than mine?”

“M- Nolan’s” I say quickly reverting away from who I almost mentioned

“Nolan? Who were you going to say?”

“Mackie” I say quickly as that was the first person I thought of

“Oh my god! No way his is better than mine y/n!” he says joking rolling his eyes

“It’s the curls!” I say laughing

“Okaaaay, whatever” he says and I reach my hand over and through his hair

“You know what though, yours really isn’t that bad since it has grown out a little. I just miss you long hair” I pull my hand away from his hair and my hand rest at my side, then Ethan turns his body so we are looking at each other.

“On a serious note” he says and I roll my eyes slightly knowing where this is going, “how are you feeling this morning? You had a rough night”

“Actually alright” I say

“Were you sick last night? I heard you get back in bed early this morning”

“Oh I’m sorry I tried to be quiet” I say ignoring his question as my cheeks burn red thinking about where I actually was.

“It’s alright I went back to sleep, I wasn’t 100% if I was dreaming or not”

“No I was up, you weren’t dreaming” I say chuckling.

“You didn’t take anything last night, did you?” Ethan asks cautiously making me tense up a little

“Fuck Ethan” I say annoyed turning and getting out of the bed. “Stop. Okay? Like why do you interrogate me everytime I drink. Can you not trust that maybe I just had a bad day and had a drink without taking something?”

“How am I supposed to trust you?” Ethan starts as I pull up my leggings that I had at his place, “All you do is drink, party, and now I guess do drugs”

“Are you fucking joking?! Fuck. You.” I say as I make my way to his door

“Where are you going?!” he says a little louder starting to get up from the bed

“Class!”

“Sure whatever, have a nice walk!”

“I will!” I say slamming his door behind me.

I make it down the stairs where Mark stands in the living room looking around to see if anyone was around before asking: “Are you al-”

“Meet me at my house after my class” I say before leaving the sophomore house slamming the door behind me. I walked to Cassidy’s and bummed a drive off of her to my house to get my laptop and backpack before we headed to class. Ethan was non stop texting me but I just ignored him.

After class Cassidy dropped me off at my house and I headed inside. As I made it to the top steps in front of my front door, I heard the sound of small plastic wheels rolling in front of my house. I turn to see Mark hopping off his skateboard and making his way over to me. “Hey” he smiles

“Hi, come in,” I say, turning and opening the door. Mark follows behind me into my house. Luckily both of my roommates were in their rooms so Mark wasn't seen.

We make it to my room and I watch Mark sit on my bed as I turn to lock the door behind me. I walk over and cradle his hips, sitting on his lap, and press my lips to his. Mark pulls away and looks at me with soft eyes and I look back at him more confused. “Do you want to talk about what happened this morning?”

“With Ethan?” I ask confused

“Yeah, and I guess what happened yesterday”

“Can we after? I just really need this right now” I say bringing my lips back to his and he kisses me back.

We begin making out as I continue cradling his hips. I lean up pulling my lips away to pull off my shirt and toss it on the floor. Mark then reaches around me and unclasps my bra and I reach up pulling both straps down then throwing it over with my shirt.

Mark kisses my neck then begins trailing his lips down to my chest where he is already cupping my breasts. He starts sucking on my left tit, while massaging the other making me throw my head back. He sucks my tit up to my nipple then lightly nibbles a little making me release a slight soft moan from my lips. After Mark nibbles for a bit, he trails his kisses across my chest then proceeds to do the same with my other.

Mark pulls away and I stand up off him to remove my leggings and panties, while he stands to remove his shirt then his pants. He stands in only his boxers now, while I stand in front of him completely naked. He smiles at me as I walk closer to him, and I smile back. No words just intimacy floods the room as I bring my lips back to his.

I trail my kisses down to his jawline, then down on his neck as I begin to suck. Mark leans his head back a little giving me better access to his sweet spot. I then trail my kisses down to his collarbone as my hands make their way down the his hips to play with the waistband of his boxers.

I pull away and go down on my knees in front of him. Pulling his boxers down at the same time. His dick flies out but I reach up pressing my palm against his lower stomach to push him back on the bed. He sits on the bed and I crawl closer so I am sitting on my knees in front of him as I grab his cock and begin rubbing up and down while I look at him.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he says as he watches me blush. He leans in while I continue to rub him up and press his lips to mine slowly and softly. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen” he says pulling away and sitting back up.

I really planned on having rough kinky sex with Mark to relieve the stress and constant shit I’ve been dealing with but the feeling changed hearing Mark become so soft with me. I lean in and spit on his cock so I can lubricate his dick enough to pump it faster. I pump his cock with one hand while the other reaches under to massage his balls. A small moan escapes Marks lips making me flash a tight lipped smile at him. “Want my lips?” I ask him

“In more ways than one” he says and I bring my face in closer to his cock. I lick the side of his cock at the bottom bringing my mouth on it before sliding my mouth up his cock to the tip. I release my mouth to plant a kiss on his tip then slide him into my mouth.

I put his tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it a couple of times before releasing him. I looked up at him and entered him in my mouth again as my hand that was once cupping his balls was now stroking his bottom shaft, pleasuring the length that my mouth couldn’t reach as I brought him in back and forth.

“Oh, fuck” I hear Mark moan under his breath as his head falls back. I continued to slide him deeper and deeper until my hand wasn’t needed at the bottom of his shaft. I then released myself from his cock to catch a breath before my hand holds it again to position it at my mouth so I can begin sucking his cock back and forth with more speed than before. “You’re so fucking good at sucking my dick, baby” I hear Mark say as his finger brush through my hair before grabbing on.

I pull him out again then lick up and down his shaft ahead of sucking on his balls. I suck underneath his dick and my hand strokes him again as I pleasure his balls until I hear him moan out slightly. I release him and stand before cradling him again to make out with him.

The make out session doesn’t last long as he flips me so I was now on my back. He stood up from the bed and I positioned myself so my head was now laying on the pillows. “I missed tasting you” he says crawling on top of me and pressing his lips to mine as his fingers reach down to my folds playing with them before he enters two fingers inside of me surprising me.

“Oh fuck Mark!” I moan out onto his mouth.

Mark continues to pump his two fingers inside of me curling them, making me throw my head deeper into the pillow. Marks lips forced to leave mine and now sucking on my jawline. “Oh my god!” I moan again feeling him enter a third finger curling them fast inside of me almost immediately after entering me. “I-I’m-” I start but lose my words as my climax is so close

“Just cum baby” Mark says as he is now attaching his lip onto my neck sucking lightly.

I release myself on his fingers as I whimper out loudly but still cautious of my volume. He continues by now pumping the three fingers in and out of me. When he releases I’m a lot wetter than I was before he pulls them away and I look at him. He smirks at me the presses his lips to mine quickly.

“Let’s see how good you taste today” he says as he crawls down to face my pussy.

He lays in front as he circled my clit with 3 fingers watching my pussy tense up before coming in, sucking the small space between my clit and pussy. I throw my head back as I feel him continue to suck lower and lower until his tongue enters inside of me playing. He flicks around making me throw my head even deeper in the pillow as I whimper.

“I’m g-going to c-cum” I breath out almost breathlessly, “a-again”. My breaths get caught on one another as I get closer and closer to my high. Mark doesn’t respond but brings his lips to my throbbing clit before sucking on it a little more rough than his tempo has been. “Oh Fuck!” I moan, “Mark!” I whimper out as I feel Mark drag his tongue down back into my pussy and I cum on Mark’s tongue. Mark flicks his tongue cleaning my creamy liquids before pulling his tongue out and bringing his lips to mine.

We make out and I reach down and stroke his cock. He reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance and I pull my hand away to rub circles on my clit. “Fuck, I need a condom” Mark says trying to pull from the kiss but I grab the back of his neck pulling him back in before I say my signature line when I become this hot and heavy:

“Just pull out” I say into his lips as we continue making out.

I feel him move his cock up and down rubbing my clit making me moan on his lips in anticipation. “I need to feel you, fuck me Mark” I say and Mark takes no extra time to slide himself inside of me.

“Holy fuck!” he moans as he thrusts in side of me at a good speed, “How are you still so fucking tight?”. His thrusts become faster and faster making my moans longer, making me bite on to his shoulder. He chuckles as my teeth grab onto him as he pounds even harder into me. I moan onto his skin as I continue biting.

His hard, quick thrust began hitting my g-spot with every pump making me moan louder than ever, “Oh my god! Mark!” I moan out. Mark becomes sloppier as he crashes his lips hard on mine before pulling away quickly to continue pounding hard.

“I’m- fuck” he says cumming inside of me. He stays inside until his cock limps. He pulls himself out and throws himself down beside me. “I’m sorry” he says and I look at him and chuckle.

“Plan b” I say and he chuckles too

“Gotcha”

“But first, I need a shower. Are you coming?” I ask standing up from the bed and Mark looks at me lifting his brows, “Well” I say looking back at him after retrieving 2 towels.

“Ye-yeah” he says standing up from the bed, “Let’s go” he says now following me to the shower.

I turn the shower on after I set the two towels on the toilet and wait for the shower to get warm enough to step inside.

Once inside the shower I take the bar of soap and rub my legs with it to clean Mark’s cum that escaped me on the way to the shower. I take the shower head and clean myself off before reattaching it and feeling Mark’s arms wrap around me as he stands behind me. I stand in his arms with my back in his chest as he leans in to pepper kisses on my neck, causing me to giggle due to the tickling feeling. I turn and look at him and I wrap my arms around him.

We sit in the shower in silence letting the water hit us until I look up at him, he pulls away still keeping his hands on my waist, “What?” he questions

“Why did you hate me so much?” I ask him seriously

“I- I didn’t” He says and I reach up and place my arms around his neck

“Then why were you so mean to me?”

“Y/n, I- Can we talk about this after?”

“When? We are alone now” I say and he lets out a breath

“Because Ethan is my best friend”

“Okay, he is mine too?” I say

“He made it clear that nobody was to even try to hook up with you last year” he says, “I never hated you, I hated that I couldn’t have you”

“You want me?”

“Well yeah, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you”

I brought my arms away from his shoulders then wrapped them around so they were behind his back bringing us back together close. “Last weekend was amazing, and I thought maybe that I could have you, at parties where we could sneak away and no one would know. Especially if you didn’t feel the same way then it could mean nothing to you. It meant something to me though”

“Why were you still mean to me Mark?” I ask him, a little muffled as I spoke into his chest

“I don’t know but when I heard about that fucking asshole, things changed. I want to be here for you” he says, making my eyes tear up, “I know you won’t say what is going on but I’ll be patient and wait. Whenever you are ready”

I cry into his chest and he begins to rub my back. “I’m such a bad person” I say and he pulls apart and grabs my chin to face him

“Don’t say that” he says before reaching over and turning the shower off. “Let’s go back to your room” he says as he reaches for our towels.

After making our way back and getting dried off and dressed, we made our way back so we were cuddling in my bed. He rubs my arm up and down with his hand and kisses my shoulder occasionally making me blush every time. I think about how weird this all came to be. Of course I always thought Mark was attractive but never would I have ever been able to foresee this happening.

“You doing alright?” Mark asks

“Yeah” I smile back at Mark and he pecks my lips, “I wish I could come with you guys this weekend”

“Don’t you usually come the the games that Ethan’s parents come too?”

“Yeah, but I have to rewrite a test. I’m still going to watch though” “You’ll do great” Mark assures, “You’re coming to Tampa though”

“If-”

“No, you’re coming” he says making me chuckle followed by a long silence before he speaks up again, “Do you think we should just tell him about us?”

“No” I say almost before he could finish thinking about how I was sleeping with both of them at the same time, “Can we just keep this a secret until after the season is over?” I ask him and he sighs

“It’s going to be so hard”

“I know, but it will be w-” I get interrupted by the ringer of my phone. I look over to see Ethan’s name. Looking over at Mark, I say “It’s Ethan” before answering.

“What?” I say in the phone still angry from this morning

“I’m coming to pick you up”

“No Ethan”

“Yes, I’ll be there in like two minutes” he says then hangs the phone up. I quickly look at Mark with wide eyes, “Where is your skateboard?”

“Outside the front door, why?”

“Ethan is coming” I say standing up and retrieving his skateboard, and coat from the door as he walks down the stairs. “Come here” I say gesturing him to the back door, “Ethan will literally be here any second, leave out this door”

“Let’s just-”

“Mark, please” I beg and he nods. I open the door and he walks towards my backyard then stops.

“One last thing” he says before pressing his lips to mine. “Just in case I don’t see you before I leave tomorrow” he says, making me smile as my cheeks turn red before he leaves the house.

#mark estapa #mark estapa smut #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards #ethan edwards smut #ethan edwards x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey smut #umich imagine

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sweetestdesire · 12 days

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I fell asleep thinking about Quinn and then I had the most beautiful dream of him just touching his super handsome face and running my fingers through his hair 🥰

I’m so ready for the playoff beard

God, that sounds like such a sweet dream and I’m so incredibly jealous. I apologize that you had to wake up from that, I’d want to cry. I can’t wait for his playoff beard, I know he’s gonna look absolutely stunning as he always does. 🥺

#answered 💌

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homerforsure · 2 years

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Battle Born

Rating: T

Words: 11k

Featuring: established Buddie, hockey au, hurt/comfort

Thunderstorms delayed the flight home from Chicago by three hours. It wasn’t so terrible to start with. The team was high on a tight 2-1 win over the Blackhawks, the first victory by a road team in the series and one that they’d scratched and clawed to get.

“One more, baby!” Kozzie shouted, doing a little dance at the front of the plane.

They needed five more wins to clinch the Cup, but no one bothered to correct her. Conference Champions wasn’t an accomplishment that anyone admitted striving for and they’d all downplay it in front of the press when they were asked, but it was still a milestone. Like reaching Camp 4 before the final push on Everest. That night they had the western conference title in their sights and they all whooped and hollered their way through a joyful dinner.

Two hours into the delay, however, and the energy started to wane. Most of the team was dozing or engrossed in their phones. Hen and Chimney played cards with a couple of the Black Aces, but it was a more subdued game than usual; Chimney hardly gloated at all when he won a hand. It was chilly and humid and rain continued to slap against the fuselage and blur the view from the windows. Not that there was anything to see in the dark but the blinking runway lights.

Buck leaned with his head against the wall of the plane, watching the rain and letting the sound of the wind and his teammates’ voices flow around him. He didn’t plan to sleep–he never slept on the plane and hardly at all on the road–but his eyes were heavy and he hadn’t really had a solid grasp on what time it was since this series with Chicago had started a week and a half earlier. Buck was exhausted.

“You can close your eyes. I’ll tell you if you miss anything.”

A slow smile spread across Buck’s face as Eddie’s voice murmured in his ear. Stretching his arms out a little, ignoring the ache that spread through him as he did, Buck turned in his seat so he was leaning toward Eddie instead of the window.

“Like you won’t fall asleep as soon as we’re in the air,” he replied.

“Well there’s nothing to see up there anyway,” Eddie said. “So there won’t be anything to miss.”

Resting his chin on his hand and smiling back at Buck with sleepy softness, Eddie was almost irresistibly handsome. He’d shed his suit jacket once they boarded the plane and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, getting comfortable for the long flight home. Even with six weeks worth of playoff beard covering his face and a vicious, dark bruise under his eye where a high stick had caught him during their last game, Eddie was still a warm and beautiful dream that Buck wanted to fall into.

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hockeyshmockey · 2 years

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Erik Johnson- Story

summary: the ej x landeskog!sister moment I feel like I needed. ej x fem oc

warnings: fluff galore

wc: 1.1k

Somehow, the first time Celeste met Erik had been when her niece had made her way into the world. Celeste had worked a remote job even before the pandemic, and had always loved to travel. So when Gabe had mentioned off handedly being worried about Mel being home alone so much with a newborn, Celeste had offered to come stay in Colorado for a few months to help out.

What started out as a few months, after meeting Erik, turned into three years, a shared house, and two dogs.

In 2021, with Erik’s injury and the Avs disappointing playoff run, Celeste and Erik had faced the toughest time in their relationship. Take an injury and the play offs separately, and it would make any player grumpy, but the two combined had made things very tense for a bit after the season.

Celeste thought herself to be a very understanding person. But after one too many times of her letting Erik snap at her, when he was really feeling sorry for himself, she had been fed up. Then came the huge blow up fight, with Erik sleeping at Gabe and Mels. The next morning he had come home to find his girlfriend with a small bag packed.

Celeste had gone to stay with Beatrice in a week for the couple to have space.. By the time she got back, Erik had been reamed by his mother and Gabe, and had begged for the woman’s forgiveness. The woman had given it freely, but the two of them had definitely had a rough go of it last season.

So for Celeste to be standing in the stands with her mother and father and Beatrice, as well as Erik’s parents, watching the boys play in the Stanley Cup Final, felt like a fever dream. “Is this going to happen?” your mother said excitedly in Swedish from her spot between her two daughters.

“I think it is,” Celeste laughed breathlessly as the time passed the last minute of the Stanley Cup Final.

“I think I’m going to cry,” Beatrice smiled widely, tears already on her cheeks when she hugged Celeste, their parents embracing.

“Theres no stopping it,” Celeste laughed, pulling back and turning to a beaming Bruce and Peggy. “Can you believe it!” The Swedish woman said with another wet laugh as she pulled Peggy into a hug, Bruce wrapping the two of them in his arms.

“Thank you,” Peggy pulled back with tears of her own, cupping Celeste’s face as she saw the blondes confusion. “I know last year was hard. And other women would’ve left, but you stayed. And you helped him get back to where he is today. We love you so much hun.”

“Oh my god,” Celeste gasped out a laugh through her tears, letting Peggy pull her into another hug. The two were broken up by Bruce calling out that people were heading to the lower bowl.

This would always be one of the proudest moments of her life, Celeste thought. Watching her brother lift the Stanley Cup for the first time, after years of hard times. And him passing it off to the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, the two sharing a tender moment before EJ went on his lap.

Celeste felt like she didn’t stop crying during the photos with the cup, even when she was laughing at the boys denting the cup. When the families were finally allowed on the ice, Celeste made a beeline for Gabe with her sister and parents.

“Gabriel!” She yelled, her fellow blonde turning to his sisters with a huge grin. The two women slipped on the ice as they shuffled over, colliding with his body and wrapping him and hug. “We are so proud of you,” Celeste pulled back with a soft smile, cupping his bearded cheek. “You deserve this bror.”

“Thank you,” Gabe smiled brightly, leaning down to press a kiss to Celeste and then Beatrice’s forehead, before turning to their parents.

“I’m going to get EJ,” Celeste said to her sister, the woman nodding before the older sister made her way across the ice. She was stopped by Cale and Nate, giving both of the younger boys a huge hug, before finally spotting her boyfriend in an interview.

She didn’t rush to get over there, even stopping to take a photo of EJ as she got closer. When she was in his peripheral, his eyes cut to her quickly before returning to the reporter, returning in a double take as a smile took over his face.

“Let me get back to you,” he cut off the woman with a half smile, before skating Celestes way. The blonde had stopped on the ice, hands covering her cheeks as she stared at him.

“I can’t believe it,” Celeste said softly as EJ approached and scooped her up with a squeal, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“We did it baby,” EJ said into her neck breathlessly, squezezing her waist tightly.

“You did it E,” Celeste tugged at his hair so he would pull back and she could look into his eyes. “I am so proud of you darling,” she leaned down to press a hard kiss to his lips. “I always knew you would be here,” Celeste’s eyes shined with love and pride.

“Marry me,” EJ breathed out, his eyes searching her face as her features froze.

“What?” She giggled in surprise. “EJ-”

“I’m serious,” he lifted one hand to cup her cheek. “I’ve got the ring at home and everything. Was going to ask you in some crazy way during the off season. But this is us. So marry me. I know I can be a grumpy asshole, but no one understands me like you. And I can’t imagine spending my life without you. Be my wife.”

“Oh EJ,” Celeste sobbed, her hands cupping his head. “Of course I will.” She leaned down to kiss him again, his free arm lifting in a fist pump.

For years to come, two photos would be sitting on the Landeskog-Johnson mantle. They would be joined eventually by photos of their wedding, and their children, but these two held a special place for them. One, a picture of a champagne drenched Celeste in a too big Avalanche Championship shirt, with Gabe and EJ on either side of her, the three holding Lord Stanley himself.

The next, was a photo captured by a sneaky Peggy Johnson, of Celeste and Erik kissing, one hand lifted in the air as he celebrated one of the biggest moments of his career, and the start of the next chapter of he and Celeste’s story.

#erik johnson #ej #Colorado Avalanche #coloradoavalanche #nhl #nhl imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #erik johnson imagine #erik johnson x oc #hockey imagine #hockey fluff

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matwith1t · 3 years

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A/N: ‘Tis the season for playoff beards so ‘tis the season for playoff beard fics. Thank you, thank you for the words of encouragement!! They mean the wooorld to me 🌍🌎🌏 !! Wherever you call home, I hope you’re having a great day/night!

Request: Could you maybe write a blurb about the reader being excited for the playoffs beard?

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂 | Mat Barzal x Reader

Warnings: Allusion to smut // WC: 2.1K // Fluff

You got the notification just as you finished paying off your tab at the bar. It had come after the blaring siren noise signaling the end of the game, after congratulatory hugs from your friends, and after the players raised their sticks up in appreciation for the fans in attendance.

With a win over the Rangers, The New York Islanders officially clinched the last playoff spot in the Eastern Division.

You had been a fan of hockey long before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player for a boyfriend. The feeling of your favorite team extending their playing into the postseason always caused excitement. But there was a different sort of pride you felt coursing through your veins as the camera panned to show an exceptionally smiley Mat.

“You know what this means,” one of your friends leaned down to whisper in your ear, a smirk on their face and a devious gleam in their eye, “Playoff beards.”

You sat frozen in your seat as the world continued to move around you. A vertigo sensation caused you to feel dizzy as the words grew with meaning. Again, you had been a fan of hockey before you somehow ended up with a professional hockey player as a boyfriend. You had seen playoff beards before.

But you hadn’t seen a playoff beard on your boyfriend.

Knowing that their words caused you to silently spiral alone in your head, they patted your shoulder as a way of saying good luck.

When the waiter came back with your card, you slipped it back into your wallet, and bid your friends goodbye as you had to pick Mat up from the arena. They all waved goodbye with wicked smirks on their faces.

On your drive to the arena, you blasted music in hopes it would drown out the thoughts in your mind. You wanted a clear head when you talked to Mat about the game tonight, he would no doubt be excited about clinching a playoff spot, and you wanted to concentrate on driving safely. Once you made it to the arena, you parked where you always waited until Mat came out from the players exit.

Sitting alone in your car, with your knee bouncing, you turned the music up louder.

You needed to calm down, it was only the beginning of May and the playoffs wouldn’t start until a few weeks. It was too early to feel this excited about playoff beards. But when Mat texted you saying he would be a little late to your car because everyone was celebrating in the locker room… You succumbed to your desires and pulled out your phone.

New York Islanders playoffs 2020 was what you typed into the Google search bar. And when all you saw were team pictures, you narrowed down your search: Mat Barzal playoffs 2020. And low and behold… You were graced with images that your mind could only conjure up in your dreams.

To anyone, the pictures basically looked all the same: Mat in his New York Islanders gear, skating on the ice. His face was mostly hidden by his helmet, but you could still see him. And you could still see his playoff beard.

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nostrils as you continued to scroll.

The pictures ranged from clean shaven Mat, him growing out his scruff, and then to a full beard with long hair when the Islanders reached their furthest point in the Stanley Cup playoffs. You saw different versions of Mat, but the pictures on Google were more of an in your face kind of growth of his facial hair rather than a slow progression. While playoff games were played fairly close together, the press pictures weren’t privy to seeing the official start of his facial hair.

The media wasn’t granted access to see how his facial hair progressed from the moment he went to sleep to when he refused to wake up in the mornings. But you would be able to see that growth. From the light stubble growing into scruff that would eventually grow to cover his jawline––

A knock on your window startled you and you locked your phone when you saw Mat wave at you through the window. With a smile, you unlocked the door and he opened it.

“Do you mind if we drive Beau to his place?” Mat said as he reached over his shoulder for the seat belt to buckle himself in.

You nodded repeatedly, and when Mat didn’t hear a verbal confirmation from you, he lifted his head at you with raised eyebrows. You cleared your throat and blinked a few times, “Yeah––Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Cool,” he smiled as he texted on his phone, presumably to Tito, “He had to go to the bathroom so he shouldn’t be far behind.”

You nodded your head again as you took in the way his clean shaven face lit up by the artificial lighting of his phone. He felt your stare on him and looked up with a tilt of his head.

“Good game,” you congratulated him and his smile widened. Mat dropped his phone to his lap, wanting to take in all of your words, “It was good, You were really good. Everyone played well and not to mention the playoff spot.” You leaned over the center console to press a kiss to Mat’s soft, clean shaven, face, “I’m proud of you.”

Mat playfully shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he played a good game, “Yeah it was exciting.”

You and Mat fell into a silence as he picked back up his phone, nudging Tito along, and you stared at him. More specifically, stared at his bare face. Your mind wandered from innocent thoughts to how facial hair would make him look older than his age, to more impious thoughts of how his beard would feel across your skin.

The back door opening stopped your thinking and caused you to jump as you and Mat turned your heads to see Tito duck into your car.

“Jeez, turn the music down.”

Bashfully, you turned the volume knob down and took your car out of park, “That was a nice goal you had, Tito.”

“Thanks,” you saw him smile brightly from your rearview mirror, “If only we could start growing out our playoff beards now.”

Mat laughed at Tito’s joke, but your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

The two friends continued their banter, while your mind continued to spiral at the thought of Mat and his playoff beard. And after you dropped Tito off at his place, the silence between you and Mat continued as you drove to his apartment. You parked in the spot that you unofficially claimed as yours and walked into his building hand-in-hand.

Once he unlocked the door, and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack, Mat circled his arms around your waist and pulled you in close for a hug. You hugged him back just as tight, eyes closed with a soft smile toying at your lips. While Mat played aggressively during games, when he got back to his apartment, he liked to wind down.

Mat nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck and you felt a breath of hot air fan your neck. You felt content standing in the entrance of Mat’s apartment; strong arms around you, as he began to softly press his lips against your neck. His kisses weren’t urgent, they were gentle, and lingering in one spot. His slow pace also clued you into that he didn’t expect his kisses to lead to anything further.

He just wanted to press his lips to your skin to feel you.

“Are you excited for my playoff beard?” Mat mumbled into your neck.

Your whole body froze up.

Mat let out a small chuckle, and with your arms still around him, you slightly leaned back to look at him, “What?”

With one last kiss to your neck, Mat pulled away and looked down at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “After the game, the boys were talking about how their wives and girlfriends get all excited for the beards in the postseason,” his smirked widened as he pinched your waist, “And you were very quiet tonight.”

“That’s not true,” you tried to cover yourself as you felt embarrassment brewing in the pit of your stomach, “I––I said you played a good game.”

“Mhm,” Mat hummed with a proud smile, “But after Beau brought up the beards you were dead quiet.”

And just like how you went quiet in the car at the mention of playoff beards, you went quiet now. Because how were you supposed to verbalize your excitement? You knew you could say anything and it would feed into Mat’s ego…But how were you supposed to tell him how unimaginably excited you were to see his playoff beard while also expressing the tiniest bit of disappointment mourning his clean shaven face?

With his clean shaven face he looked so youthful. You could clearly see his smile lines when he tipped his head back in laughter, feel his soft skin on yours when he brushed his cheek against yours, and it was the version of him you fell in love with. Not to say you still wouldn’t love the version of Mat with a playoff beard.

Because when you really thought of him growing out a beard…All you thought about was how the dark facial hair would enhance the strong dark color of his eyes. How he would look more mature. And how the short hairs scratching against your skin would drive you absolutely insane. You would love that Mat just as much, but you had to keep your thoughts in check.

“I am excited to see you grow out a beard,” you breathed out a laugh and broke eye contact with him after you saw his eyebrows raise with enthusiasm. You played with the fabric of Mat’s dress shirt between your thumb and index finger, “I just can’t think too much about it.”

“Oh?”

He sounded intrigued.

You poked his stomach and rolled your eyes, “I looked at pictures of you from previous seasons and it…” you took a deep breath and looked up into his greedy eyes, wanting to hear all of your thoughts about him, “I had a lot of emotions.”

“Care to share those emotions?” He tried to keep his mischievous tone to a minimum, but with the way his smirk widened and his hands crept under your t-shirt, you knew he was losing a battle with himself.

“They’re private.”

Mat tipped his head back in laughter; eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, crinkled nose, with those smile lines you loved so much. He squeezed your hips once more and pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. At his close proximity, you let your eyes close at his close proximity; always captivated with the feeling that encased your body when his lips kissed your body.

Still keeping his face close to yours, he dragged his nose across the side of your face until his smooth cheek rested against yours, he breathed in your ear, “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Your chest expanded with the deep breath you inhaled. His face was so clean––so soft––as he brushed his skin against yours. There wasn’t a feeling you loved more than his skin on yours. And thinking about the new feeling of his facial hair on your skin sent your body into overdrive.

Your voice slightly wavered as you continued to rub the material of his shirt between your fingers, “I think we need to set a precedent.”

“Oh?”

He sounded like he knew exactly what you were proposing.

You shrugged your shoulders, shyly looking up at him as his eyes darkened with every second of silence that passed. With Mat’s hands placed directly on your skin, his thumbs slowly started to rub small circles on your waist.

“You know…” your small voice trailed off, “To see if I prefer you clean shaven or with facial hair.”

Mat’s smirk transformed into a full blown smile as he hooked an arm around your waist to pull you right up against his body. You felt his chest expand a few times as he let out a confident chuckle, “Say no more.”

After both of you agreed on the proposal you brought forward, and Mat dragged you into his bedroom, the only word you said was his name as he ducked his head under the sheets and began to kiss down your torso.

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rosesvioletshardy · 3 years

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mr. perfectly fine - mat barzal

okay first ever fic for Mat and I really hope you all like it. sorry it took so long i've been busy with school and work and the only time i got to work on it was in the middle of the night and it's finally done. sorry that it’s really long i sort of got carried away with it and if it's really bad

i got the idea for the fic after Taylor released the song and i lowkey got some mat vibes on some of the lyrics

(please note this is fiction and just like my nolan “all too well” fic, i don’t think that mat is like this as a person and would not be like this)

masterlist

mat masterlist

warnings: angst, fluff, mainly angst

# of words: 3,550

Being with Mat was something you never thought would happen. From the moment the two of you met the first time to where you currently were it felt like it was all just a dream. He would tell you stupid jokes that would always make you laugh, try to make you breakfast or dinner, if you were upset he’ll start singing off-key while holding you to make you give him a small smile. It wasn’t like that anymore. No more stupid jokes, attempted dinners or breakfast, and off-key singing.

Mr. "Perfect face"

Mr. "Here to stay"

Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

Everything was right

Mr. "I've been waitin' for you all my life"

Mr. "Every single day until the end, I will be by your side"

It was the morning. The morning after 1 year of being together. You had everything planned for a nice dinner, a walk back to the apartment before a night of activities. The sunlight was creeping into yours and Mat’s bedroom through the closed curtains as your eyes began to flicker open. Mat was still asleep, his hand lightly touching yours, mouth parted open a bit and his hair now messy as a piece of his face in his face. Everything about him just felt perfect and the moment felt perfect.

“I can feel you staring at me and it’s rude.” he mumbled in his sleep, feeling your eyes on him causing you to giggle as he pulled you in

“Well I’m sorry Mr. Perfect. You just have such a beautiful face, nice features I can’t help but stare.” you told him before giving him a kiss. Pulling away, the two of you stared at each other for a small moment. Nothing but silence between you two before you spoke up again

“What’s going through that head of yours? I can see the gears in your head tuning and overworking.” you said to him while rubbing his hand, trying to calm him down

“Nothing, just thinking about how much I love you. I know we’ve only been dating for a year, but I wanted you to know that I don’t think I could imagine myself anywhere else or with anyone else.” he said before continuing

“I promise you I will never go away. I’m going to be with you every single day, by your side, and how we’ll work out every single one of our problems when we run into them until we’re old and gray. I didn’t think I’d meet someone like you and I’ve waited for it to meet someone like you. I want to be with you until the end when we’re old and gray.” he said

When he said that you could help but kiss him. He wasn’t shocked to say the least but he returned the favor and kissed you back. Pulling away, your foreheads touching as he gave you one last peck. Everything in that moment felt right as he held you in silence

You knew that’s where you should’ve been cautious. Making promises that you can’t keep like the ones he made. The only promises he was capable of making that he fulfilled were protecting you when it came to feeling unsafe at times and coming back home from long roadies. You never suspected anything because you always thought everything would be alright, especially if he was out with Beau or any of his other friends but sometimes they never suspected anything either. You didn’t blame them seeing that you weren’t dating them or anything but it would’ve been nice for them to tell you what happened sometimes. Now you were thinking about everything all over again even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t give into any thoughts of him no matter what and tried to block it all off.

But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart"

Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart

It takes everything in me just to get up each day

But it's wonderful to see that you're okay

Your relationship with Mat was odd to say. You both understood that there were days that you needed to be alone even if you wanted to help each other. It was worse with Mat because he would hold everything back most of the time and not tell you what’s going on with him. The worst was when he would get up and leave. It felt like someone had just stabbed you and all you could do was just go lay down and think about every small thought that could make you cry.

Your friends have helped you get over him when you two broke it off, after allowing yourself to wallow and take time for yourself. The hardest was having to wake up in a bed alone without him holding you, his hand on your leg, or your head on his chest.

It’s been 2 weeks since he called it off. 2 weeks since you’ve seen his face that wasn’t on the tv. You knew you had to get over him sometime but every time you saw him or someone had mentioned him, your heart broke all over again. Anthony has tried calling you multiple times to see what happened and why Mat was in a mood during practices and games. You didn’t have the heart to tell him what happened seeing that it should be Mat who does so. You didn’t know whether or not it was worth watching the games and hockey entirely anymore. It annoyed Mat whenever the team and wags asked about you and why you weren’t going to any home games, or why you were never answering any messages they’ve sent. He would simply just ignore them or pretend that he didn’t hear.

“Hey so is Y/N coming to celebrate? We haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Yeah, we miss her.”

“Well she’s busy so you won’t be seeing her anytime soon” Mat finally snapped

Everyone stayed quiet after that and didn’t ask anymore questions as they left to go celebrate. You knew that they would be celebrating due to the fact that they’re one step closer to going to the playoffs. You haven’t done anything other than manage to hide the fact that you got your heart broken and have to force yourself to get out of your bed since those 2 weeks. Your friends have come and checked up on you but they knew that you needed space and will come out on your own.

Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby

Hello, Mr. "Casually cruel"

Mr. "Everything revolves around you"

I've been Miss Misery since your goodbye

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

You’d never thought you’d run into him again, especially seeing and remembering his schedule all the time and the routes he takes. It wasn’t your fault you ran into him and it wasn’t his either. Mat had spotted you hiding in between the fruits and vegetables. You had no choice but to face him seeing that you didn’t want to cause a scene by running away and leaving everything. He still looked the same but his hair was a little longer and some stubble of his beard was growing in. Mat couldn’t help but smile at the way you looked. He always thought that you could be wearing a garbage bag and still look beautiful. There wasn’t any between the two of you other than the faint music playing from the speakers

“Hey.” he said with a smile

“Hi.” you answered, voice barely above a whisper and trying to avoid looking at him

“How have you been? It’s been awhile since what happened and I wanted to see how you were” mat asked knowing it was probably a stupid question seeing that he broke your heart

“I’ve been okay. You know always busy with school and work” lie

It wasn’t entirely a full lie seeing you’ve been doing your schoolwork and going but you haven’t been to work since those few weeks

“That’s good”

“How have you been? I heard about your recent win” you asked him wanting to change the subject and quickly finish the conversation

“I’m doing great, and yeah no one suspected that I’d make the goal but you know, guess I was lucky. Just really glad that Nelson was there with the assist to help me out before shooting” he chuckled a bit. He’s been shooting goals and living his dream while you drown in your own misery by listening to your depression playlists on repeat and going back into old habits. Mat could see that you were lying but he didn’t want to say anything. The most he could do was nod and smile knowing how much he hurt you

“That’s good. Always knew that you could make any shot no matter the situation. Always at the right place and the right time.” you smiled trying not to tear up knowing that he’s living his best life at the moment. He smiled back and was about to say something before you both got interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing

“It was nice seeing you again Mat. Hope you win the cup this year.” you tell him while giving a small smile before leaving

Mr. "Never told me why"

Mr. "Never had to see me cry"

Mr. "Insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy"

He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name

Well, I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same

Trying to wrap around everything that happened the day he broke up with you hurt but you had to figure out why he did it. The thing about Mat was that he sometimes would never tell you how he was feeling and you’d have to read off the signals he was giving from his body language and at times he was good at hiding those too. One moment you were getting ready to go out then next you’re at Julie’s crying into her shirt as she rubbed your back.

Taking days off where you just needed to focus on yourself were always needed. The entire day you wouldn’t use your phone, unless it was an emergency, and you would try to treat yourself to a good day. You’ve managed to go to the gym and workout not caring if people were staring at you, you went out for a nice lunch and decided to try something you’ve never had before. It was going well until during your lunch you saw him again. He was by himself and at his stuff with him which meant he must’ve come out of practice. He hasn’t changed much since the grocery store but this time you knew he had a girlfriend. Mat must’ve known you were staring at him because he looked up as soon as you got up to leave and waved you over to join him. It’s not like you hated him with a passion, it’s just you still didn’t feel comfortable or confident enough to ask him why he wanted to break things off.

“Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you again” Mat said with a smile as you sat down

“It’s good to see you too.” you said back to him trying to hide the fake smile

“So how’s everything” you asked him trying to make it less awkward

“Um, before we talk, I just wanted to apologize. I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend when we were together but I’m trying to change. Before you interrupt and say something, save it. I was wrong to hurt you like that”

You didn’t know what to say and sat there shocked. It was hard to tell whether or not he truly meant it due to his body language but you brushed it off and told him it was fine

“Mat, don’t worry you know. It happens. So what is going on? How’s hockey? I see pre-seasons about to start” “Yes it is and I know this season we’re going to make the playoffs and win the cup” He started as you began to zone off. You couldn’t help but realize that he was just like the rest of them; every other guy you’ve dated or even went on one date with.

Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl

I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her

And I never got past what you put me through

But it's wonderful to see that it never fazed you

Social media was sometimes cruel to you but it wasn’t their fault entirely that people decided to post about their personal lives on there. You haven’t really checked anything in a month thinking it was best to limit social media for your own mental health. Occasionally you would check for any news but otherwise it was for the best to delete them all. It was a good breather. No one has tried contacting you about any celebrity gossip that was happening. You knew your friends would post pictures of you (with your permission of course) but other than that, they completely respected your choice of not posting or liking anything.

You were currently out with some friends for lunch after a long week of being busy and needing a day to each other. They were telling you all about everything that’s going on in their life and were about to show you pictures from their siblings' wedding. When one of them handed you their phone, your finger hit the home button again and took you to the top of the timeline. As soon as it hit the top, you felt your heart stop and drop all the way down to your stomach. It was Mat with his arm around a girl as they both laughed and looked each other in the eyes. You knew he’d move on quickly but you didn’t know exactly when they got together. Julie was the first one to notice your face and took the phone from your hands to see what made you react the way you did. Everyone gathered around before looking back at you and giving you their sympathy. It wasn’t their fault that they still followed him on social media and you had no problem with it, it was what you heard ended up being true.

“Babe, i’m so-”

“No, it's fine. I mean he’s allowed to move on. People don't always move on at the same time and if that’s how quickly he moves on, then that’s okay. You know? I need to focus on myself. That means taking my time to heal whether it ends up being weeks, a month, or a year. I’m taking my own time to find myself. I’ve overheard him talking to someone from when I ran into him and Anthony but it’s nothing now.” you let out all in one breath as your friends sat there in silence as you handed them their phone back.

The rest of the lunch no one bothered to open their phone unless it was their work, family, etc. they kept glancing at you throughout the entire lunch to see if they were able to read your face and how you were really feeling but they couldn’t get anything. It did hurt to see him with someone new but as you said you need to pick up your heart. The thing was you couldn’t. You remembered everything from that night and at times it’ll haunt you in your dreams, everything feeling real and having to constantly relive your heartbreaking over and over again.

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Sashay your way to your seat

It's the best seat, in the best room

Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"

So far above me in every sense

So far above feeling anything

As you came out of the hotel bathroom ready for the night, you saw Mat standing in the mirror fixing his tie. It was the night of the NHL awards where he was nominated for the Calder Rookie of the Year award. You stood there for a while admiring him as he caught your eyes in the mirror.

“You know, instead of standing there and admiring your hot boyfriend, you can help me fix this.”

“Who says I can’t do both?” you asked walking over to him and making sure that his tie was straightened and not crooked

“I’m proud of you. You deserve this award so much.”

“By the way, Tito is also coming but since he didn’t know if you agreed or not, he’s also my date.” he said holding your waist and pulling you in to kiss you to distract you

“Mmm okay. At this point I’m not shocked. Now c’mon, your family and your “date” are waiting for you in the lobby.” you told him while taking his hands off your waist and grabbing one of them to drag him to the awards before he made you both late

The awards were going by smoothly and Mat wasn’t joking when he said that Anthony was going to be there as they pretended to take pictures the way you and Mat would. You didn’t mind it though because you knew what their friendship meant to each other and knew Mat would do the same if Anthony were ever to be nominated for something this big. During his speech, he was trying not to sound smug and let his ego show, especially only being a rookie and having his whole life ahead of him within the NHL. You couldn’t help but admire the way he talked and how he stood up there from a seat that you didn’t realize how good they were until he was up there. When he came back, the smile didn’t leave his face for the rest of the night. It was another win in his book but he didn’t want to be smug about it even if you knew.

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

And someday maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

The first person who was there for you after the break up was Julie. Your best friend who you told everything to. She knew something was wrong as soon as you were at her doorstep in the middle of the night. Julie knew something was wrong with Mat a few months before the breakup but she didn’t want to say anything to make you upset but you knew she was right and you ignored all the signs. She supported you with every decision you made afterwards and thought you were right to take time to focus on yourself before getting into another relationship. The moment you told her you were seeing some she was happy that you were moving on and told her that you were going to be okay. You were happy that you’ve got to notice what you really needed and that your life didn’t always need to revolve around a man. Mat has tried to get into contact with Julie and apologize but he was late to it. You’ve moved on from him and he needed to know.

Goodbye, Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby

Goodbye, Mr. "Casually cruel"

Mr. "Everything revolves around you"

I've been Miss Misery for the last time

And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine"

“How do you feel?” Julie asked as you looked in the mirror for the last time

“Honestly? I still feel upset but it’s time to move on and go ahead with my life. He’s no longer dating me and I’ve accepted it but I’ve met someone new and he’s all that’s on my mind” you told her with smile on your face while turning to face her

“I’m proud of you. You’ve been Miss Misery for the last time and now you’ve grown up.” Julie faked cried but still feeling proud

“I feel like it too. He’s moved on and his heart doesn’t seem to be broken and mine is on the mend and forgetting about him. I just know that he’s perfectly fine the way he is and I don’t need it anymore. I felt like being with him, I was always in the shadows and I know he’s a professional hockey player, but I felt like there was just never time for “just us” like it always felt like it only revolved around him and I didn’t need that anymore.” you smiled while letting out a deep breath.

You're perfectly fine

Mr. "Look me in the eye and told me you would never go away"

You said you'd never go away

He promised and he always told himself he’ll keep the promise of never going away and fulfill it someday. Sometimes when you meet someone that’s what you think, but sometimes it never does and they break your heart in the end

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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I've never really requested anything so I might be doing this wrong but 2 from angst and 9 from fluff would be cute with Matty, like he wakes up from a dream of you kicking his ass in hockey or something silly like that and just tells you that you two can't be friends

"We can't be friends anymore" - Matthew Tkachuk

It is to nobody's surprise that Matthew likes to sleep in. Especially in days when he doesn't have a game or morning skate. Like, that man is able to sleep until 5 pm if you let him.

But, when you also have a day off (of college or work), even though you wake up slightly earlier than him, you also sleep in. So, you can say that the love for sleeping is mutual in your relationship.

Opposite to Matthew, though, is that you do get up usually when you really need to go to the bathroom or your body is just growling for food. Which tends to be a tad bit too early for Matthew’s liking.

Matthew usually wakes up when you get up to do either of those, but he falls right back asleep when you're out of reach.

And that's exactly when he hates sleeping in.

Whenever he wakes up, even if it's just for a split second, and goes back to sleep, he has the weirdest of dreams. Not always nightmares, sometimes they are kind of terrifying but they’re mostly just weird.

And today, while you were making your breakfast, or, should you say, lunch, he was sleeping peacefully under the covers and over the overly comfortable bed. While, in his dream, battling against you in a game of hockey.

When the food was ready, you walked back to the bedroom just to check if Matt would already be awake and maybe if he would be willing to get up and eat something.

And that’s when you've wanted to have recorded walking in your bedroom because the image was just hilarious.

Matthew was sitting up, fully awake. His eyes widened, he had a slight scowl of confusion written on his face, his hair was a bigger mess than you've ever seen it before, and his mouth was left slightly agape.

When he did notice you by the doorway, he didn't even blink before saying.

"We can't be friends anymore."

To say you were confused was a large understatement, because...

"Matthew," You started, "We've been dating for three years. What do you mean?"

He closes and reopens his mouth, like a fish trying to breathe out of the water, and scrunches up his face, looking back at you after looking down at the carpet of your bedroom.

"I- Do-do you know how to skate?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side as he says it.

"Yeah, a bit.” You say, “I’ve skated with you a tone of times before, why?"

You make your way towards the bed and take a seat at the end of it, giving him probably the largest look of confusion ever.

"And..." He hesitates for a second, "Have you ever played hockey?"

Now you were even more confused.

"No? I mean-" Matthew sends you a look of pure fear, "Not ever competitively, just as a joke between friends."

You mean street hockey, of course. You've been out with your drunk friends a few times, walking around the streets of Calgary as a young adult and deciding 'hey, let's play hockey!'.

You don't even own a stick, you just used one of the stick bins close to the street rinks and a rock as a puck. You honestly only own skates.

"And did you win?"

"Matthew, what-"

"Did you win?"

You stare back at his bright eyes, even though swollen from sleep, they looked so awake it's starting to be terrifying.

"Uh..." You hesitate and Matthew feels his whole body tense up, "Yeah?"

"Oh god." He whispers to himself in complete panic.

Matthew brings his hands up to his head in disbelief, gripping onto his hair tightly while closing his eyes as if to not look at you.

"What's going on with you?" You ask him, confused.

Have you done something wrong? And if you did, why did it have to do with you knowing how to skate or play hockey? Especially, why is he questioning you now that he just wok-

"I had a dream about us." He starts to explain. "And, god..." He whispers his last words.

As Matthew fights with his mind, you look at him quizzically. Was it a nightmare? But again, why hockey?

"I had a dream about us," He restarts, letting his hands fall by his sides, "We were like in a rink playing around. And-and out of fucking nowhere, we both had like teams and a god damn audience..."

You blink at him.

"It looked like the damned playoffs, it was that intense." He adds.

"Were we in the same team at least?" You ask him.

He shakes his head, eyes widening again almost as if trying to say, 'oh absolutely fucking not'.

"You, and your god damn team, were destroying me." He explains, emphasizing the word, "I'm talking: slamming me against the boards nonstop, you would trip me all the time but NEVER go into the box."

Matthew stares at the wall as if to try and remember every detail and you bite your lips not to smile, but it goes noticed.

"You even high-sticked me in the mouth!" He now looks at you again, "And I lost a tooth!"

You bring your hand up to your mouth to control your upcoming laughter and Matthew just sends you a glare.

"Was it your front tooth?" You ask playfully, just making his glare worsen.

You were making fun of him!

"Oh, is this funny to you?" He asks, "Because... Just so you know, it was terrifying to me."

You lay your hand over his leg, which is still under the covers, comfortingly and decide not to hide your smile anymore.

"I'm just making the important questions." You shrug, "Now... Was it your front tooth?"

He stays silent for a few seconds and then lets out a sigh.

"Yeah, it was my front tooth." He whispers, almost as if disappointed with himself.

"Awn." You awe at him and his little sad tone and you get up from the end of the bed.

You sit beside Matt, facing him, and he continues to send you a glare, this time a lighter one.

"No need to worry about my hockey skills like that, Matty." You say teasingly, laying your hand over his naked shoulder, "I know it's hard to accept it, but, sometimes the talent just resides on others."

His glare falls as he looks at you with complete and utter disbelief and you smile brightly at him.

"What? You don't think I could beat you in a game of hockey?" You tease further, "Baby, that dream was just a teaser of the real thing."

Before you could even register that you've ended your sentence, Matthew takes a hold of your hips and lifts you up ever so slightly before throwing you on the center of the bed.

You laugh at he does it and he quickly moves to hover over you, yanking the covers from his legs and laying in between your legs while holding himself up by his arms.

"You're evil." He tells you seriously as you continue to smile brightly at him. "Absolutely vile!"

You giggle as he says the words and your hands lay on his warm shoulders.

Matthew has an idea, and in that split second, he snuggles into your neck, letting his beard tickle you effortlessly, and his hands rest over your sides, over your ribs tickling crazily.

Your laughter feels the room as he lays kisses over the skin of your shoulder and neck, while you try to smack his hands away.

"Wai- wa- wait!" You try to plead in between giggles, "Stop please!"

Matt laughs with you as he continues and your giggles continue to bounce off the walls in the bedroom. The smile on his face is as large as yours, and if you weren’t fighting for air right now, you would be just admiring it.

Out of nowhere, Matthew stops abruptly, letting you finally gasp for air.

"I couldn't breathe!" You squeak at him as he sits back on his knees to stare at you, "My god..." You take a deep breath.

"Take that as half of your punishment." He says while pointing at your out-of-breath self.

"For what?" You lay your hand over your chest.

"Everything you just told me!" He says like it's obvious, "And for beating me in hockey."

I wrote this in like half an hour... Hope you guys like it!

#Matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk imagines #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk fanfic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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im-only-joking · 3 years

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Do Not Disturb on the Hotel Door Part 1

This fic has been a LONNNNNGGG time coming, based off this edit that @bbbarzal made that I am in love with and have watched probably a thousand times at this point. I mean... can’t go wrong with 2 pretty best friends, right?

https://bbbarzal.tumblr.com/post/650623516756131841/introducing-two-pretty-bestfriends

Warnings: Threesome; mentions of sex in this chapter, but no actual full smut yet; not really infidelity, but like mentions of looking at someone who is not their partner; non-negotiated kinks. ummm think that’s it, but I tried to make it so that it was clear that everything was clear-headed and consensual!

Anthony Beauvillier x Mat Barzal x Reader

Mat’s birthday fell at the perfect time to also celebrate the series win against the Penguins, meaning an even larger affair, more drinks, buttons on carefully pressed shirts being undone to bare muscled chests and dresses’ hemlines were barely covering anything.

And while your boyfriend was passed around-as the birthday boy was due to be- your eyes wandered a bit in search of conversation.

Conversation fell into your lap happily, as a drunken Beau tipped onto the couch you were perched on.

While you talked, you noticed your eyes lingering on his exposed chest, his soft linen green shirt bringing out the blue in his eyes, his biceps flexing the material of the rolled sleeves.

Sydney Martin’s hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your daze and you gratefully accepted another drink from her, but nursed it slowly throughout the rest of the night. Clearly, it was just the alcohol in your veins making you think… things, about Beau. You weren’t a cheater, and you loved Mat more than anything. It was okay to look.

He was your boyfriend’s best friend though. Looking, even innocently, at him was like high treason, right?

You deliberated guiltily all evening over if you had been flirty in your conversation with Beau, whether you had been leading him on in any way. You reasoned that he had to know that you were tipsy and didn’t mean it because you were with Mat, but half your brain was telling you WHORE.

“You’ve been really quiet tonight,” Mat observed, startling you out of another guilty thought-spiral.

You teased, “I’ve just been trying to let you have your spotlight.”

Mat chuckled, gathering you in his arms, half undressed. “Always willing to share as long as it’s with you.”

“Cheesy,” you smiled, nose scrunching as you let him kiss your forehead.

“Maybe.”

As soon as you got in the door of your apartment Mat was on you, sucking marks on your neck, hands flying to grip your waist, pull you as close to him as possible.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” Mat rasped, playoff beard scratching against your collarbone as he bit down, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, your hands tugging his locks.

“Daddy,” you whined, earning yourself Mat’s harsh grip on your chin.

“Use your words, baby,” Mat ordered, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.

“I’ll be a good girl for you Daddy,” you whimpered.

“Then you’ll need to wait, we have a guest coming.”

Your brows gathered, confusion taking over your face, making Mat rumble out a laugh.

“You really think I didn’t catch you looking at my best friend? If you’re so interested in him, why shouldn’t I let him have a little fun with you? Share how good my girl can be when she wants to,” Mat smirked, tucking a hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear. “You think you can be on your best behavior for him?”

You shuddered with want, “Yes Daddy.”

“Atta girl,” Mat murmured, his hand possessive on the back of your neck as a knock on the door startled you.

“Why don’t you get naked and greet him,” Mat suggested, though his tone made it clear you weren’t to argue unless you were truly uncomfortable with it.

You gulped, nodded, and stripped to your panties, which were black lace, specifically picked out by Mat for you to wear for his birthday. He nodded, ushering you towards the door as another knock on the door beckoned you towards it.

You opened the door to see Beau as he had been dressed earlier, his blue eyes darkening as he took in your figure.

“What a warm welcome, chérie,” Beau hummed, fingers dancing over the lace at your waistline.

“Mat surprised me with this,” you mentioned, ducking your head a little. “I didn’t realize I’d been caught looking.”

Beau laughed gently, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb. “You don’t have to be shy about it. Clearly, it isn’t a big deal, and it looks like Mat isn’t going to mind if you did more than look.”

You breathed out a giggle, hands finding Beau’s and you pulled him into the apartment to find that Mat wasn’t there.

“He’s in the kitchen, I can hear him,” Beau nodded to the archway that led to your kitchen, where the light was, in fact, on.

Beau sat on the couch, tugging you onto his lap with a squeal, your hands on his shoulders to stabilize you as you straddled his thighs. His hands explored your skin, running over your lace-covered breasts as you settled into his lap more, rolling your hips gently.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” Beau sniggered, hands sliding to your ass to give it a squeeze, rocking his hips up to meet yours in a dirty swivel. When you didn’t answer, one hand came up to your face to smack your cheek gently. “Mat said you were gonna be good for me. I’d like to hear an answer, doll.”

“Sorry, sir,” you gasped, rolling your hips down hard to hear Beau groan. “I like being naughty for Mat… and you. I’d like to blow you if you’d let me.”

Mat emerged from the kitchen then, a couple of bottles of water in hand, which he set on the table next to the couch.

“Thought I’d let you two get comfortable. I told Beau a bit about what you like to give him some ideas, but I know you’ll ask for what you want anyway,” Mat said, hand on your neck to tilt your face up to his for a kiss. You could feel Beau’s gaze on the both of you as you let Mat claim your mouth.

“She asked to blow me,” Beau stated, leaning back to rest against the back of the couch. Mat settled beside him, smirking.

“Well, give us a show then, darling,” he commanded, and you slipped off Beau’s lap to get on your knees in front of him, your mouth already salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth.

You groaned as sunlight woke you, streaming into the room through the cracks in the blinds, and you tried to sort out what was reality. What you realized was your legs and Mat’s were interlocked, your panties and even your sleep shorts were soaked through from your dream, and your hips were still rocking gently against Mat’s thigh.

“Well, good morning,” Mat grinned, clearly having woken up before you, and amused by the situation. “Sweet dreams, I guess?”

“Jesus,” you groaned, your head thumping back onto the pillow as you detached yourself from Mat’s leg.

“I wasn’t complaining, rather the opposite,” Mat laughed, ruffling your bedhead. “Just curious to know what got you so in the mood so I can recreate it.”

You froze, guilty again, as you remembered everything about the dream. “Well… it was pretty much like any of the times we get really frisky, you know. Like, you got all… commanding and sexy and stuff.”

Mat’s brow quirked, “That normally has a pretty good effect, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up before… not from a dream, anyway.”

You bit your lip anxiously.

Mat frowned. “Is there… a new thing you want to explore?”

You took a breath, steadying yourself, and sat up.

“No, not really.”

#anthony beauvillier smut #anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier x reader #mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #anthony beauvillier x mat barzal #@bbbarzal with all the inspo on this haha #and gotta thank mel #@hotgirlhockey for ur help with writing this #I couldnt have even started it without your help lol

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randomoranges · 3 years

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these always sound better in my head when i day dream. anyways - again more of an intro ish to this sequence ive had in mind for a while. also something something when youre comfs around someone so something something teasing and something something it being easy etc.

is this also an excuse to lowkey write about the playoffs, étienne being extra and the magical mystical beard? probably.

Bleu comme le St-Laurent

July 3rd 2021

They’d agreed, before his visit, that it would be easier and simpler if he simply took a cab over from the airport, all things considered. Mostly, he’d had to convince Étienne and in the end, his boyfriend had abdicated and agreed to wait for him at home. It meant that he was only a little bit nervous as the cab got closer and closer to Étienne’s place and that the butterflies in his stomach multiplied at every turn.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Étienne, but it always felt a little stilted those first few moments after not seeing each other for a bit. Or – at least, it had been before. For as much as he wanted to cherish the time he had with Étienne, especially knowing that it was limited, it always made him take a step back when he saw Étienne again, as if seeing him in person was always slightly to the left of how his brain remembered him.

And then, even though they hadn’t seen each other in a little over two months, it somehow still felt like a lifetime. So much had changed and happened since Étienne had returned home that it could have been decades since he’d last held him in his arms and it would have been the same. Still, he supposed that a little over two months was nothing, in the grand scheme of things, and this time around, they had been in contact practically every day, via either text messages or video chats.

However, those did nothing compared to being able to hold Étienne in his arms.

“On est arrivé,” The driver said and effectively got Edward out of his reverie. He braced himself for whatever version of Étienne would greet him, paid the driver, got out of the cab, and retrieved his bags, before taking a deep breath. It was blissfully, unexpectedly cool out today and it was a pleasant change from the heat wave he’d suffered the past week.

He took out his phone to send a message to his boyfriend to let him know he was there, when he finally noticed, and heard, Étienne descend the few stairs from his front door to run up to him.

“Eddy!” He practically shouted as he approached him. Edward was taken by surprise – by Étienne’s energy, by his unexpected appearance, as though he’d been waiting on the front steps and of course – by his majestic beard.

It was one thing seeing it in photos and videos – another one seeing it in person.

Étienne stopped short a few paces away from him, wide smile on his face, excitement bubbling on the surface and did his utmost best not to rocket launch himself in Edward’s arms. If anything, Edward was surprised he’d managed to show this much restraint and then put down his carry-on to take a step forward and open up his arms, waiting for the impact.

It was all the invitation Étienne needed and soon, Edward found himself with an armful of excited Étienne giving him the tightest of hugs and – how he’d missed this.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Étienne said, moments and maybe hours later, as he pulled back a few inches to look him in the face.

Edward smiled kindly at him and let himself be held for a moment longer. He’d said it once and he’d say it again, but spring and summer truly suited Étienne. He looked – invigorated and healthy and happy and it was such a pleasant change from last time that it settled some anxious part of him that had been worried for him.

Then of course, there was Étienne’s beard. It was well past his chin now and curled in thick coarse hair that felt blissful on his skin.

“And look at you!” He said, finally, finally daring to bring a hand up to his boyfriend’s face and finally, finally getting a chance to touch it.

Étienne crinkled his nose and Edward laughed, “I had forgotten all the things I don’t like about the beard, but I am also quite excited to still have one.” He beamed at that and Edward couldn’t say he hadn’t noticed. It would have been hard not to.

Just in Étienne’s front window, he saw one Habs flag next to another flag with a giant Stanley Cup and all the years the Habs had won written in the white space on both sides. Then, of course, there was the other flag hanging from the front, swaying with the breeze. There wasn’t even a game today and Étienne was still wearing one of his multiple Habs themed t-shirts. Edward couldn’t say he blamed him – it had been twenty-eight years and there was nothing quite like a final playoff rush.

“Y’know, for someone who can actually grow a beard, I’m surprised you never had a phase.”

Étienne let him go to pick up his suitcase and started heading towards his front door, “My phases were and always will be during the playoffs. Too much maintenance, too much trouble, and too much blegh.” He grimaced at that and opened up the door, while Edward laughed at his antics. “Anyways, I’ll go put your stuff in the bedroom and I’ll let you get reacquainted with Mercury – I swear she’s missed you.”

Just as he opened the door, Mercury came barrelling down to see who it could possibly be and when she saw Edward, she went right for him, barking excitedly. Truth be told, he had also missed her incredibly – and not just because he loved dogs in general. Plus, there was also the fact that he had spent most of her first year of life with her.

As Mercury licked his face and tried her best to tackle him to the ground in her excitement, Edward noticed the new decorations to Étienne’s place. He had forgotten just how much paraphernalia Étienne had of his beloved Habs and it seemed as though every last item had been brought out to be displayed. There were trinkets and figurines on every last piece of furniture, framed photos had been put up on the walls and every other household item that came themed in something Habs was there. Then again, Étienne had been a fan of them since day one and it was easy to collect memorabilia when one lived as long as they did and had a team with such history and clout.

“Sorry about that; I forgot how excited she gets,” Étienne said as he returned to the entrance, “Mercury, ça suffit. Laisse-le tranquile.” Surprisingly, Mercury stepped back with a whine and then trotted back to her master’s side. Étienne scratched her behind the ears and she then returned to see Edward, but was calmer.

“Hey you,” Étienne added as he walked over to Edward and gently pulled him in for a softer hug of his own. Now that they were behind closed doors, ensconced safely in Étienne’s home, Edward had no qualms in greeting him properly with a first kiss of many.

“Nice décor,” He teased gently when they pulled away for a moment.

“Excuse-toi; I am simply celebrating this magical run no one literally saw coming for as long as I can.”

Edward grinned, endeared by the way Étienne’s crinkled his nose and the way he frowned at him, as if vexed and insulted. He’d missed this – missed this side of Étienne who went all in for his team – or for something he enjoyed. Missed his over-the top attitude towards the things he loved. Missed being held by him.

“I know, Sweetheart.”

Étienne’s face softened at the pet name and he leaned in for another kiss, which Edward was more than happy to indulge in.

“Missed you,” Étienne murmured from the crook of Edward’s neck.

The hairs from his beard both tickled and thrilled him and not for the first time, he realised just how very long it had been.

“Missed you more.” He added, making his boyfriend chuckle softly.

“Maybe, but not all of us have a second boyfriend we can go to when the first one goes back home,” Étienne pressed another kiss to Edward’s neck and the scrape of his beard against his skin sent shivers down his spine.

“And when has that ever even stopped you before from going after anyone you wanted?”

“There’s a plague running rampant, Edward, I wasn’t about to hook up during a Global Pandemic,” He chided and looked up to his face – all serious like. Edward couldn’t tell if he was teasing him or not, but he was somewhat still surprised by what Étienne had just told him.

“You mean you haven’t – not even once hooked up with anyone since you left Edmonton?”

“Non; I wasn’t going to take any chances,” He admitted and – Edward was really impressed.

“Well, in that case then, it’s a good thing I’m here – I can help remedy that,” He grinned, tugging on Étienne’s shirt a little.

“That sounds like a really good plan. I also have it on good authority that you seem to have a thing for this new look of mine so - lucky us we have a full weekend of catching up before the game on Monday.”

Normally, Edward would have had the decency to look flushed, but that was the old him. “You got me on that, so why don’t you lead the way and we can take care of that as well?”

Étienne laughed and took his hand, before doing just that.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #fic #projocanondoko #title comes from a Song #might use more Lyrics of Said Song for Future Parts of whatever This Sequence iS #idk dont look at me

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puckngrind · 3 years

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How is Jonathan Toews that hot and his facial hair that bad

Bahahaha! Okay, this made the tears stop for a moment. The man is fine as hell! So fucking hot but yes, the playoff beards of the early 10s were nothing to write home about. Will say recently I’ve noticed it’s filling in more. Nothing like getting your facial hair going for ya in your mid-30s.

Stubble Jon with the long hair that he was rocking in the bubble is what dreams are made of!

#tazer me 19 #k randomness #thank you anon

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j-compher · 4 years

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NHL Draft 2005 -

Sidney Crosby

Part 11

Sid on Jay Leno

Jay Leto: Congratulations on first pick.

Sid: Thank you very much.

Jay Leto: Are you still kind a coming down a bit.

Sid: I’m okay now I think, I’m just excited to get going now it’s been awhile.

Now where are you from in Canada exactly.

A Cole Harbour Nova Scotia

*big cheer*

Now what are the odds they would be here? How big of a town is that?

About 30,000 people.

30,000 people, okay. When did you start playing, you’re only 17 right?

I started playing when I was 2 1/2.

Wait wait wait, 2 1/2??

Yeah, was on skates at 2 1/2 and I’ve been playing ever since. That’s the thing to do in Canada right? Everyone plays hockey.

Well, that’s the law, you have to. You can be imprisoned if you don’t. You probably got a late start at 2 1/2 in Canada. Now you used to play in your basement right?

Yeah, I played in my basement. I had an area that was unfinished and I turned it into a little bit of a downstairs hockey rink I guess you could call it.

We have a picture of your moms dryer look at that. *laughter from the audience* now how does that go over with mom?

Well, I’ll let you know everything. I started shooting pucks in the basement and that was behind the net. I missed the net a couple times, and I’d hit it. Then I’d hear her upstairs go “what was that?” And I was like.. I didn’t say anything right I didn’t wanna.. and then after that she came downstairs and saw it. I was in big trouble she was pretty angry and then I just kept hitting it and after a while she didn’t care but as you can tell I mean that took a bad beating there.

Oh my god, now did you get her a new one?

We just got a new one last month. It was so old, it was beaten. Like there’s no buttons on it, I wish you could see the top. There’s not a button left on it.

*crowd laughter*

Well that’s a nice thing, “mom I’m making millions now, I’ve got you.. a new dryer!” Aww! Now we have footage of you as a kid. When you were a kid I was hosting this show, how long a log is this? This is like in the 90s. Look there you are there.

*footage of Sid as a kid scoring a goal*

how old are you there?

Probably 6, 5 or 6

Oh watch this!

*footage of Sid as a little kid skating right into a coach that was standing on the ice and both of them falling down*

Yeah that’s me, I’m probably 8 there. Watch the celebration here

*sid scoring another goal and the going down on one knee and fist pumping*

*crowd laughter*

Hey I like that, I like that. The part I find really cool is your dad was also a hockey player right?

Yeah he was drafted by Montreal in 1984

Okay that’s pretty cool so he’s gotta be.. this has got to be his dream come try isn’t it?

Yeah I mean he was a goalie so I wanted to be goalie growing up and he never let me play goalie, he thought I’d have more fun playing out. He was definitely there every morning, you know the early morning practices. You know everyone knows that story as a Canadian parent so it was definitely fun on draft day to have my parents there to go through that.

Now I know in hockey the tradition is when you go to the playoffs you grow the playoff beard.

What Play-off beard? *laughing*

Yeah exactly, was that a problem?

Yeah, that was a big problem, for sure. That was a big problem. Guys had huge beards and I took a lot of heat from that. I ended up having this little mustache *points to his upper lip* and most of the hair on my face is blond so I ended up dying it black so I had this black mustache. Probably the greasiest thing anyone’s ever seen, but I felt like one of the guys so I was happy.

So who were your hero’s growing up?

Ah Gretzky, Lemieux. I’d say those two guys I always looked up to.

Now you’ve played with Lemieux right?

Yeah both guys actually.

Now how was that? The first time you get on the ice with Gretzky was is that like?

It was a surprise actually I was here in LA. I was 14. We went out on the ice one morning and he was already out there skating around and he surprised us. He was a whole zone away from everyone. I mean everyone was so scared to go near him or take his puck. He’d shoot one and usually guys would go get the puck but they just left him alone. I was on the bench trying to get up next to him so I could go out and play with him. It was fun it was a good time.

Now you’re going to be living in Pittsburgh soon. Have you been there?

Never been there, I’m going there next week.

You’ve never seen it?

Nope

Wow, but you’re going to be living with Lemieux?

Yeah, that’s what I hear. I haven’t had the chance to talk to him about it.

What do you mean you haven’t talked to him about it? You’re going to be living in his house?

Yup

Has he got any daughters?

No, he’s got four kids they’re all younger.

Whats his dryer like?

*laughing* I don’t know. I’m going to be doing babysitting from what I hear.

Now since you have seen Pittsburgh we put together a little tape. This is the city of Pittsburgh, just to maybe reacquaint you once you get there.

*they play a tape advertising the city of Pittsburgh from the 50s*

I believe those kids running down the hill are all dead now.

Well it’s very exciting congrats on all your success. And actually we have something before you go here. We have a dryer, let’s bring the dryer out. You wanna take a shot and see if you can do it?

Sure

Let’s take a shoot, let’s see if you can make it.

*misses the dryer 3 times*

Hey wait wait wait I’ll move the gosh damn thing!

*hits the door twice and then finally makes it in*

Yeah! Yes there you have it ladies and gentlemen! Good job!

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #young sidney crosby #jay leto #hockey #nhl #pens #august 2005 #mine #ko #posted: 4.22.20

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ladyinredfics · 4 years

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@fireinthetwilight how about temporary amnesia one where Brienne doesn’t remember Jaime. Angsty or fluffy your call!

Bottomless mimosas. That’s how he got here, standing beside the woman he loves, who doesn’t remember loving him.

Brienne’s brow wrinkles, looking all around the bayside brunch spot where they started their Leap Day four days ago. “Are you sure we came here? It doesn’t look familiar.”

Jaime scratches at the beard he’s been growing since the last time they were here. “Yes. We never have time for brunch, so you asked Loras for a recommendation.” Of course, Loras knew where to brunch. There were far too many avocados and microgreens on the menu for Jaime’s taste, but the mimosas were fantastic.

Leap Day was on a weekend, and Jaime bugged Brienne for weeks to take it as a sign from the Seven to give herself a totally free day off. No errands, no getting in a little work, and gods forbid no cleaning or gym workouts. Just sheer unadulterated hedonism. To say she was skeptical was putting it mildly.

So he started out easy. Bacon. Mimosas. Two drinks made Brienne deliciously giggly. After that they’d gone bowling. Greasy burgers and beers. Terrible ugly shoes. More laughing. Brienne’s competitive streak coming out in force. A sudden-death playoff and ill-advised bets on the outcome.

Jaime won, so he got to choose the next activity: a couple’s massage at the Rose and Crown spa. Brienne’s fair skin turned raspberry pink when she realized they were going to be naked in the same room, being oiled and rubbed by two attractive Tyroshis. Jaime spent the whole time trying to keep his erection down and not just fantasize about being the one rubbing Brienne down. He’d been in love with her for years. She just never seemed ready to hear it.

After that, with the sky threatening rain, Jaime had suggested something truly decadent, something she never allowed herself. A nap. And gods be good, Brienne had actually agreed. That delicious raspberry color had reappeared when she realized Jaime meant for them to nap together, in his obscenely comfortable bed. The silkiest sheets money could buy, on the fluffiest mattress, lavender misted over the pillows by his housekeeper every day.

But Jaime doesn’t take her back there, not after the restaurant, the bowling alley, and the spa fail to spark even the faintest memory.

They’re sitting in another restaurant, the steakhouse where they’d eaten dinner that night, when Brienne asks, for at least the third time that day, “Why is it so important that I remember? It was just one day. We goofed off. What does it change if I never remember it?”

Nothing.

Everything.

Jaime gives her a tight smile. “It was a good day.” The best. The kind of day they write songs about. Movies. The stories people tell at their golden anniversary party. And it would have changed their lives, if Brienne hadn’t slipped on the wet steps leaving the restaurant and fallen hard, her head bouncing off the concrete. Blood everywhere, driving too fast to the hospital, throwing his weight around in the emergency room to get her seen faster.

Brienne seemed fine at first. A little disoriented. Dizzy. Then she started asking the same questions over and over. Her head started to pound. And the doctor decided she needed some tests run. By the time she was brought back to her room, she didn’t remember what happened to her head.

By morning she didn’t remember the entire day. The doctor said it might come back, or it might be gone forever. There was no way to tell.

She was so normal, so herself, that the missing hours started to seem like a dream. So Jaime tamped down his disappointment, his anger at the Seven for giving him a taste of what he’d always wanted only to have it snatched away again. It wasn’t fair to Brienne.

Days passed. She didn’t remember waking up in his arms. She didn’t remember their first hesitant, experimental kiss. Their second kiss, even sweeter. Their third kiss, her hands in his hair and how he’d helplessly breathlessly confessed his love when she pulled away to breathe.

Her smile. Gods he could live forever in that smile. And her soft reply, that she loved him too.

She must still love him, somewhere inside.

So Jaime smiles, and urges her to look at the dessert menu, and tries not to remember the taste of chocolate and raspberries on her lips.

#jaime x brienne #leap day prompts #ficlet #i didn't mean this to be angsty but there it is #braime

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