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Knights of Silver and Gold Marc-Andre Fleury x OC

A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights.

Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

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Somebody's Today Mordan Reilly x F!Reader Summer Fic Exchange

Y/N and Morgan had grown up next door neighbors from the time they were babies. Best of friends until they both went off as teenagers to find their path, swearing they would find each other again someday as adults. Y/N's path lead her to to America, to study art and photography. Morgan's took him to Toronto to play NHL Hockey. But one day in Toronto they run into each other after years of not seeing each other, and soon see just how much they missed one another.... Someday just became today.

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Impact Mitch Marner x OC

Kodiak "Kody" Andersen is the younger half sister to Freddie Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs Hockey Team. She is a pro snowboarder for Canada and has been to the Olympics twice for her country. Her older brother basically raised her since she was 13 and she is forever greatful for the things he has done to let her life the life of her dreams. One night she is at the rink practicing some Hockey stuff with Freddie to make him happy when she takes a shot for the goal... and ends up hitting none other the Mitch Marner with her puck.

Mitch as no idea what kind of impact he is going to have on Kody's life, and Kody has no idea how she will impact his. Two kids, trying to prove they deserve to be where they are, trying to make a team and country proud, will impact each other in ways they never dreamed possible.

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Garding her Heart Jake Gardiner x OC

Bailey Slavin had it all, an All Star Softball Pro career with the USSSA Pride, a wonderful family to support her, a college degree, 3 world series titles, 3 college titles, she felt like nothing could stop her.... Till it did. A freak accident durning a softball game put Bailey in the hospital and out of the 2020 World Championships. To help her recovery along she goes to spend time with her brother Jaccob Slavin in North Carolina and get her mind off the tragedy. With the possibility of never playing again, Bailey is left cold and bitter. But when she meets Jake Gardiner, one of her brothers teammates, he helps her slowly tear down her walls and find joy in her life again. Jake and Bailey soon find themselves falling in love, but Bailey will soon have to decide on if she stays in North Carolina with Jake and the chance to start a new life, or move back to Florida to remain in the Softball world. Only time will tell how long this defenseman can guard this broken softball players heart.

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What We Had TJ Oshie x OC Winter Fic Exchange

Emerson or Emmy as she went by, never expected to be a single mother living on her own in Nova Scotia working as a social media detector. But for the last 6 years that's what she did, raising her daughter Ivory on her own. But when her dad tells her that his best friend who works for the Washington Capitals is in need of an assistant manager of Social Media and Networking for the team, it gives her a chance to move back home and work in a bigger and more exciting Field and to work around the sport she always loved.

The catch?

Her ex boyfriend and the father of her daughter is one of their star players: TJ Oshie. Is Emmy ready to face the past and tell TJ about their daughter? Will TJ be about to handle the truth, knowing he missed out on 6 years of his daughters life or will the past and the truth be the things that keep them from being a family once more?

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A Wish Upon Confetti Stars Erik Jonson x OC

"In the 2011 Entry Draft, the Los Angeles King are proud to select with our 3rd round pick, from the Seattle Thunderbirds, goaltender Avalon Redmoon."

She had it all, Two Stanley Cups, a Conn Smythe Trophy, a team that supported her as only the 2nd female goalie in NHL history. Everything was perfect.... Until it wasn't. The summer of 2020 Avalon got the news that she had been traded in a bombshell deal between LA and Colorado. Now she is moving back to her hometown, and has to face the fact that not even a superstar goalie is safe from a trade. Filled with anger and hurt that her old team would just pass her aside for the next hotshot to hit the ice, Avalon isn't quick to make new friends on her new team. That is till Erik Johnson or EJ as he goes by, decides to take the new star goalie under his wing, and show her how life can be just as good in Colorado as it was in LA. Avalon and EJ never planned on anything more then friendship over the next few years, but when the thoughts of retirement cross minds, risky plays put players on the line and the Stanley cup right within their reach, they need to hold on to each other more then ever to make it to the end goal.

"Sometimes the best wishes come from nothing more A Wish Upon Confetti Stars."

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Triple Axel Celly Sidney Crosby x OC Summer Fic Exchange

Sidney is tried of loosing year after year. After watching his close friend Nate lift the cup a year before and then missing the playoffs all together this season, he goes to Nate asking him to give him the name of his skating coach to try and help him oit next playoffs. Only Nate didn't tell him that Hunter Queen wasn't a Mr. Hunter and Sid bash heads like to bulls for weeks before they finally Nate finally tells Sid to make things right. So Sid goes to Hunter in hopes to finally make peace, but instead they end up in his bed for a wild night.

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That's Why God Made Airplanes Tyler Seguin x OC

Tyler Seguin thought he found the woman of his dreams. A perfect girl, a perfect engagement and the soon to be perfect wedding, he had everything down to a T.

Or so he thought.

Just a few short weeks before what was supposed to be the most perfect day of his life, turned into him booking a one way flight to Pittsburgh to spend the summer with his Best Friend and forget about his cheating ex fiancee. Wanting to shut out the world, his parents and most of his friends for the time being, Tyler find refuge with the only person who really seems to know the real him, Arabella Kerfoot, who plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins. While spending his summer hiding away, his best friend not so sneakily plays match maker with her childhood best friend, Quinn Canton.

Sparks soon begin to fly, and a whirlwind summer romance takes hold of these two burnt out hearts. But when hockey starts back up, and old partners come back to burn them to ashes, can they withstand the distance between them, or will it be to much for them to handle?

*** Loosely based around the song "God Made Airplanes" by Jason Aldean ***

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Hockey-Ella Morgan Rielly x OC

Arabella Kerfoot is the younger sister of Alex Kerfoot and she one of the only female hockey player in the league. Ella as she likes to go by is the wild child of the family and also of the Pittsburgh Penguins. With a reputation of the "Wild Cinderella" Ella is the media's #1 target. Her best friend is Tyler Seguin, who had a bad reputation in Boston before going to Texas, so he understands her better then her own family and is trying to help work through her rebellious reputation. After a wild and not so pretty night out on the town Ella is quickly not the favorite anymore in Pitt and is soon traded to Toronto who is looking for a power forward with the speed and risky skill set she brings to the table. The catch: they need to fix her tarnished reputation before the Toronto media tears her apart. The solution: have her fake a relationship with Morgan Rielly to show she is determined to settle down and leave her wild Cinderella life behind, and make a fairytale lifestyle in Toronto instead. Only Ella wasn't planning on falling for the red haired man who offered the solution to her problems. With the media and her brother breathing down her neck to fix her past, her best friend telling her that a fake relationship will only hurt her and the man she never new she needed in front of her, she is about to ether live out a Hockey-Ella fairytale or an ultimate disaster.

Coming Soon.

Coming Soon

These Roots Lead Home - Mitch Marner x OC

The Goaltenders Ice Dance - Freddie Andersen x OC

Ruin Me Right - Martin Necas x OC

Sparks Fly - Marc- Andre Fleury x OC

Eye of the Storm - Teuvo Teräväinen x OC

From Oceans and Mountain and Anywhere Inbetween - Ross Colton x OC ** This masterlist was created for the lovely @callsign-denmark who is having some trouble with creating links from her blog.

#masterlist

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gold rush - tom wilson

tom wilson x reader

warnings: age gap (but it’s not awful, 22 and 28). smut!! basically just a bunch of cheesy fluff and smut

word count: 8,774

summary: every year, y/n goes to the beach with her family, and this one year she so happens to be staying in the house next to the washington capitals while they’re on their post season vacation. so what happens when she meets the guy of her absolute dreams.

every year my family takes a trip the outer banks, the warm sunny coast of north carolina. tanned skin and the occasional summer love are less common than to be thought but i wanted to change that this summer. i was turning 22 and about to graduate college but it was the last time this would be a true summer break before i ventured off into the real world, and the last time i would be around my family on the regular before i graduated next year.

the car ride was long and excruciating. my legs were killing me when we got out and i felt almost every bone in my body pop at once. it was day one of 14 on the beach trip and by day 7 you were already bored every other year but that had to change this time.

“y/n, honey come get your bags!”

mom had shouted from the stairwell as i settled into the bedroom i occupied in the same house we rented every year. the room was at the top of the house.

the ceiling came down in a peak at the top, slanted ceilings coming together around a large windows from floor to ceiling that reached out over the view of the beach. there were doors that opened to a balcony that had two chairs to let you watch the sunrise and it was honestly the best room in the house. you only stayed in it due to the fact that the narrow staircase to the room made it annoying to anyone else but you.

the room was bright and white, the sheets were soft and the duvet was fluffy, it always had been. books riddled ceiling high book shelves and a soft rug covered the hard wood floor. past the staircase there was a short hallway to a bathroom and a closet, and everything in the room seemingly flowed together.

i padded down the stairs, grabbing my bags before hauled them back up. i was exhausted from the ride, and bringing the bags up the stairs didn’t help, so suddenly i felt the need to finally sleep in the bed again.

i opened the doors leading to the balcony to hear the ocean, waves crashing against one another before fizzling out onto the soft sands. the smell was exquisite and moments after yelling down that i was going to go to sleep i was out like a light.

i had a good feeling about this vacation.. something would happen.

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while time passed, the mid afternoon breeze shifted to a cooler air as the sun began to fall over the houses, the bright sky turning to a soft pink. a chill covered my body, resulting in my body to shiver and shift in discomfort before i awoke.

slowly getting out of bed, i grabbed my phone to see not many useful notifications.

i padded across my room and stepped onto the balcony before leaning out over it. i could see my family out on the beach below me , my mom and sister sitting together while my dad fished along the darkening coastline.

i fought the urge to yell down at them and instead pulled a sweater on from my luggage before i walked downstairs and out onto the beach from the house.

i sighed, feeling the cool sand between my toes as i walked out to my family.

i scared my sister, walking up, she jumped as she saw my figure on one side of her while i spoke to my mom.

“well look who decided to join us?” my mom chirped.

“hi mama.” i smiled, looking around to see a crowd of guys just down the way, having a fire. “did you guys already eat dinner?”

mom nodded before she looked back up at me. “yeah but we got you something saved in there if you’d like it.”

i nodded and looked out over the beach. it was gorgeous.

sitting outside with my parents, and my sister, slowly they’d go inside while i sat on the beach. the sun was setting and i could sense the collective that it was time to go inside, and after eating and showering, we had decided maybe we’d get in bed earlier and get up early in the morning.

trailing my way upstairs, i got a chill down my back, feeling how the coolness had consumed my room. going to my balcony to close the doors, i looked down to see that same group of people still out there, now it just being a few of the men that had been there before with some plucked off, assumed wives and girlfriends inside amonst other guys.

one stood out as he had stood up, stretching. he was tall and from the view i got, he looked strong was probably good looking. i knew i saw him earlier but he didn’t stand out as much as he had now..

i shook it off, closing the two doors before i dove into bed, cuddling into the blankets as i warmed up against the soft sheets.

the night came and went, i tossed and turned before sleep finally over came me and i was woken up by the sunrising through the windows. covering my face, i rolled back over and passed out again until it neared 10 am and i could finally push myself out of bed.

it was sunny and the first thing i did was step onto the balcony to spot the waves, temperature and whoever was on the beach.

as i walked out, my sister had walked out as well.

“mornin!” i shouted down to her, she turned her head to see me and smiled, waving. she walked out from off the access to the beach, a surf board under her arm as she walked out. she was the surfer of the two of us. her hair looked as if she had already been out once today and was just in for a snack or breakfast.

i looked around some more, seeing a few of the same guys i had seen the night before, this time closer.

while the houses weren’t set super close together, leaning over i could see that they were in the house neighboring us. the house was much bigger and on a scale seemed like one of those mass produced beach houses and not one of the bigger scaled cottages like we had.

as i watched, i noticed a distinct difference within the people in the group. i could hear faint accents as they spoke but only when the occasional one spoke loud enough for me to hear it. a lot seemed to be around the same age but there was one guy that stood out to be younger before he had walked back inside… i stood there and studied them for a while until i felt the need to make my way back indoors, as i knew i had just sat there in hopes of seeing that guy again.

i walked downstairs and met my parents eating breakfast as they had set out a plate for me. i gave my good mornings and grabbed the plate as i walked outside to eat while i stood in the sun, risen in the sky.

i thought ab some mundane activities to accomplish after I finished eating and my first option was to go on the beach in hopes of maybe seeing the same guy again, if anything, my hopes were that he was alone and hopefully i could approach him or speak to him.. just somehow.

and after eating, i had walked upstairs and realized there was an item or two left in the car from the night before and i padded downstairs to find it.

walking outside i would see two of the guys getting in a car to go somewhere.. and i saw him. his hair was a mess and he looked like he had just rolled out of bed and was going out with another one of the guys for something of conveniency. i stepped onto the concrete of our driveway, waving to them.

“morning!” i smiled, a hospitality smile covered my face.

i was still wearing what i wore to sleep, a large zip up jacket and shorts. i was barefoot and looked like a mess but i didn’t mind.

the two men waved back..and the one that i had my eyes on the night before, i had especially caught his attention. this was the first time i got a good look at his face and he was.. so handsome.. and from what i had seen the night before his body lived up to the expectations i had imagined.

“goodmorning!” he smiled before he got into a car with the other driver who had just waved back.

as i had searched through the car, one of them kept their eyes on me as they pulled out of the driveway. and when i finished, they were gone.

walking back inside it had been made apparent that the family was getting ready to go on the beach for the day so i ran upstairs and got ready, pulling on some cute patterned bathing suit that made me feel comfortable in my skin, and then a jacket to cover said skin as i walked through the house, the same zip up one i had on before. putting sunglasses deep in my hair, before i ran downstairs with a phone and book in hand, as if i’d even read the book.

i beat my family out the door to walk to the beach, practically skipping as the sun was warm and the atmosphere was great. people were on the beach but not too many to be obnoxious and i could enjoy myself and maybe even take a walk or swim without being crowded.

padding down to where my sister was sitting on her surf board, i stood above her while she had a sandwich in her mouth.

“hi.. is the water nice?”

“for you maybe” she protested with a full mouth “the waves aren’t very good but i’m sure you’d like that.”

“yeah you’re right.” i smiled, looking out at the beach. “have you seen the guys that are staying next to us?”

“have i? mom told me ab how you’ve been gawking at them since last night.”

“how does she know that?” my cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, out of pure embarrassment

“well, you were practically staring at them last night, and this morning you were watching them from the balcony and she said something about hearing you talk to someone outside when you walked out front this morning.”

i put my head down , looking back at my mom in embarrassment.

“yeah.. whatever.” i mumbled, walking away from my sister in order to help my parents.

setting up our stuff, i sat down in the sun while i waited for something exciting to happen, and it finally did.

those people staying next door must have finally gotten up cause the girls that were with them came outside.. and then soon after all the men did too. and the one i had my eyes on came out, looking around the beach, he saw me and gave a short wave. i looked away quickly, my cheeks turning red as he probably knew i was staring at him as he had walked out.

(short change of pov.)

“hm.. that was odd.” another guy mumbled to the guy that had originally waved at you.

“yeah. but did you see her last night though? she was out with her family. she’s so pretty.” he spoke back as he set up his chair, grabbing a bottle of sun screen.

“yeah she is. but do you really think you can speak to her when she’s with her parents? no way in hell dude.”

he shrugged, staring at you for a moment before looking back out at the ocean.

“hey willy, don’t get tied up with a girl at the beach.. it’s gonna be hard for you to let her go, especially if she looks like her.”

he shrugged off the other guy before he decided to walk out to the water.

(back to our normal pov)

the day faded fast. i had gone swimming with my sister at one point but after that i laid in the sun tanning the whole day.

but the whole day, all i wanted to do was talk to that one guy.. and the chance seemed to arise when my family was going inside but i decided to stay out, as the sun began to lower in the sky.

i could hear someone moving closer but ignored it as i thought the guy and his friends had gone inside for the day. but his voice rang in my ears as he was standing above me.

i opened my eyes , shaking a little as i heard his voice.

“hi.” he spoke , his voice was hefty and strong. “oh- wait sorry i didn’t mean to scare you”

“hello?” i responded, sitting up to look up at him, removing my sunglasses from my eyes.

“this may sound so weird, but my friend told me.. that i couldn’t talk to you because you were with your family and i wanted to prove him wrong. and since you’re alone, i think it’s a perfect time.”

my cheeks began to turn a pale pink as i had realized he talked to his friends about me… ugh. embarrassing.

“oh.. well i guess you caught me at a good time , now didn’t you?” i laughed, pulling my sunglasses off my face entirely. he leaned down, sitting in the sand, to be closer at face level with my chair.

“yeah i guess i did, im tom” his hair was long , but cut in a way where you could tell he styled it. he had a healing scar on the bridge of his nose and he had very pretty eyes. he his jaw was strong and he looked strong.. his body lived up to what i had saw the night before. the t-shirt he wore clung to his body, and i genuinely didn’t know how to take it.

“i’m y/n..” i smiled, offering him a hand to shake. yknow, shaking someone’s hand in this situation would seem so awkward but in reality i just wanted to feel what his hands were like. he gladly accepted and his hand engulfed my own before i sat back, my hands planted behind me in my chair.

“you from around here? that accent isn’t very fooling..”

“no im not.. i live in washington.” he shrugged, trying not to give away his occupation if he hadn’t already. “you from here?”

“yeah.. sorta. here and there.” i gave him some cryptic answer, which he didn’t seem to mind. he seemed even a little amused as a soft laugh left him.

our conversation seemed to be cut short.. hearing my name being called from the beach access by my sister.

“HEY CMON WE HAVE DINNER TO GO TO.”

i rolled my eyes and placed my sunglasses on the top of my head. he stood up and helped me out of my chair, offering me a hand. i gladly accepted.

“older or younger sister?”

“younger.. two years.” i said, grabbing my chair and folding it up. we stood in silence for a moment before i looked up at him, his strong figure towering over my own. “i uh.. i gotta go. if i don’t she’ll run out here and drag me.”

“well. i’ll see you again, right?”

“sure..” i smiled, beginning to make my way towards my sister, turning around to wave at him before i ran across the sand to get to her faster. the smile on my face grew even bigger, stepping up to her she started giggling.

“IS THAT THE GUY?”

we both did a little two step before i responded. “YEAH IT WAS!!!”

the two of us went inside, getting ready with messy, salty hair, getting dressed up before we went to go to some restaurant on the island. the whole night , i couldn’t stop thinking ab the way he looked at me and it took so long for me to be snapped out of it when my sister snapped at me to get it together.

“did you get his number?” my mom spoke from across the table.

“huh?” i said, acting confused, knowing good and well i knew what she was talking about.

“that guy, on the beach. he was the guy from the house next door you kept staring at.. did you get his number?”

“o-oh!! him.. ahah yeah.. no…” my cheeks turned red as i looked anywhere but at my family. i started at my plate, poking at my food nervously.

“oh wow.. he seemed like he liked you, you really should’ve.” she shrugged, basically saying ‘that’s a shame.’

i let out a sigh of relief, realizing she wouldn’t press anymore while i sat there, slowly beginning to eat again.

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that night, returning back to the house, i dove into bed, exhausted from the day out at the beach. i picked up my phone and saw it was only 9 so i decided to drag myself out of bed, getting into the shower to clean my hair. it was so tangled and i knew i wouldn’t be able to sleep with the taste of salt on my skin.

after i got out, i wrapped a towel around my body and walked back into my room, going to open the doors to the beach again.

i stuck my head out and saw tom outside again, sitting alone in the cool summer air.

he looked up as he heard the doors open, our eyes meeting.

“hi” he smiled, raising his hand, shouting slightly so i could hear him.

he couldn’t see my full form, especially in the dark but the lights on in my room left not much to the imagination besides the towel that covered my form.

“h-hi!!” i attempted to wave, still having my towel cover my body. “wait, let me change. i just got out of the shower.”

he nodded as i stepped away, changing quickly before i walked back outside, standing over the edge of my balcony, leaning on the railing as he got up from his seat, being as close as possible between the separation of the two houses, so he wouldn’t have to full on yell and disturb his house mates.

“we didn’t get to talk much earlier, but i wanted to ask you for your number earlier?” he asked, his hand coming up behind his head to scratch at his neck.

“oh well aren’t you quite the charmer?“ i giggled, reaching my hands out over the ledge. “i’m sure you’ll see me again when we’re closer. why don’t i give it to you then?” i tilted my head to the side, giving him a wonky smile.

“ugh.. fine. meet me on the beach in the morning.” his smile on his face was infectious, making his eyes crinkle.

“deal. i’ll consider it a date.” i stepped down from the ledge, realizing i probably should get some sleep. he took the cue as well.

“maybe we should both get some sleep, yeah?” he spoke up at me.

“yeah.. i’ll see you in the morning then! goodnight tom!” i smiled and walked back into my room, hearing him say it back as i began to close the doors.

then as i finished, i dove into bed, giggling like a little girl. kicking my legs before i fell asleep, thinking about the possibilities of tomorrow.

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the next morning, i woke up as the sun began to rise, watching the sunrise from my bed before i did my morning routine, brushing my hair and teeth, washing my face and pulling on a jacket before i walked downstairs. i quietly made breakfast for myself, sitting at the island while i ate in silence, humming a soft song to myself.

“good morning” my dads voice came from down the hallway and i turned my head before smiling.

“good morning” i responded, quietly. i stood up and placed my dishes in the sink and made my way to go outside.

“where you going?”

“outside for a bit.. before it gets super hot.” i smiled and opened the door, slipping out before i walked up the access to the beach. the sun was warm but not absolutely awful and i looked around before i saw tom, standing there. he had just walked out as well and i felt proud of myself for syncing our times.

we seemed to meet in the middle, before he asked if i wanted to go on a walk.

“hm.. i thought you just wanted my number.” i quipped, obviously chasing after him as he began to walk.

stuffing my hands into my pockets of my jacket, i walked along side him, staring out at the beach ahead of us.

“i just wanted to get to know you over something that isn’t text. maybe me asking you to do this was to trick you.”

“maybe..” i looked up at him with a short smile.

we walked in silence for a bit, our energy seemed to click so talking didn’t seem so necessary this early in the morning, but almost what felt like an hour of walking, a conversation budded as we sat down along the beach. crossing my legs , i sat next to him, our knees touching.

“how long are you here for?” he said, looking down at me as i stared at the waves, the tide slowly going out.

“uh. two weeks. i came in yesterday so i have twelve more days. what about you?”

“well.. me and my team- coworkers.. are here for our break. we got here last week on friday? so i think we’re leaving in a week and a half.”

i noticed he corrected himself but i thought nothing of it, he seemed a little more nervous after his slip up.

“oh wow. we won’t leave at the same time, what will i do without you here..” i giggled. “do you usually come down here?”

“not always. sometimes i go back home, i’m from canada.”

“i could tell, the accent. my family always rents out the same home just about every year. i always stay in that same room upstairs. once my mom had to lock those balcony doors when i was little because i would always try to go out there.”

i smiled, remembering the moments in that house from my childhood.

“what do you do for a living?” i looked up at him, and suddenly he blanked. this was the one question he didn’t want to be asked but he thought that if we had gotten this far and i didn’t recognize him, i wouldn’t care by now.

“i um.. okay don’t promise to freak or anything?”

“promise.” sticking out my pinkie finger with a smile. he took it and wrapped his around it.

“i’m a professional hockey player. i play for the washington capitals.”

“the who now? sorry i’m not into hockey, i know about the canes and sidney crosby. that’s it.”

a dry laugh left him, trying not to bust out laughing. the situation was funny to him, which made me a little embarrassed, especially because not only did i not know him as a celebrity but because of the way i questioned him.

“the washington capitals are actually one of their rivals..” he laughed. “i’m tom wilson, i’m a forward and people hate me.” he shrugged and turned to stare out at the ocean. “i was kind of relieved to know you didn’t know who i was.. i just wanted to be at peace for once, and maybe now i’ll get it.”

“hm. well i’m glad i can bring that for you.. but if you intend to hangout with me for the next week and a half, you’ll have to teach me about hockey.”

i purposefully implied that we’d hangout again just to see his reaction and it was surprisingly good, thank god. i saw the smile on his face grow before he turned back to me.

“why don’t we walk back? i’m getting hungry.”

agreeing, he helped me up, his large hands engulfed mine as he helped me to my feet. he told me all about his team members and stuff he was clearly holding back during the whole walk to the houses. he had held it all in and it made it all the better to see him in his element.

it made it almost sad when we got back to our homes and we had to part ways, before he asked if i wanted him to make us food. implying i’d have to go inside with him.. which scared me.

“i don’t want to disturb your friends..”

“most of them are gone for the day, i promise it’s fine.”

“will you kill me?”

“yes. y/n, i’m gonna kill you.” his face went straight before the two of us let out a laugh. “no i’m not. cmon.”

i gave in. which was probably against my better judgment but if anything i could scream loud enough and my moms motherly senses would tingle.

walking into the back door, the house was surprisingly clean for a bunch of men starting there but it was apparent that their wives or girlfriends were staying with them too.

walking me into the kitchen, i felt my phone buzz in my pocket and i grabbed it, staring at my sisters face light up my phone.

“oh hold on.”

holding my phone to my ear, i sighed.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” she shouted into my ear, and a laugh left tom, as he could hear her from the other side.

“dude.. calm down. im next door.”

“with that guy?”

“yes. he has a name yknow.”

“UGH. okay well mom and dad were worried.. dad said you told him you’d be going outside.”

“well yeah.. but last night- actually i’ll just tell you later. tell dad im safe and grown and i can handle myself.”

the call ended and i looked back up at him.

“i say we have 2 hours before she comes to look for me and get me to come out on the beach with her.”

i said as i sat down at the island countertop while he pulled some stuff out to make breakfast.

“you allergic to anything?” he asked, his eyes shifting to meet mine.

shaking my head he continued with making breakfast. “good.”

he continued quietly, placing a plate down in front of me as he finished.

“wow, i’ve never been with a man that can actually cook...” i smiled, taking the fork from his hand as he leaned over the counter opposite to me.

quietly eating, as he stared out the window to the beach, i stared at him. examining the features that traced his face.

his nose was large, it was pretty and i could see a small scar on the bridge of his nose, from what i presumed was hits in fights. his eyes were gorgeously blue and his post season hair had clearly been growing out. it curled slightly around his ears and it was honestly cute.

“what?” his voice flooded my ears as i had zoned out, staring at him.

“what? oh! sorry..” i looked away, cheeks pink.

“it’s okay.. sometimes you can’t excuse the beauty right in front of you.” he rolled his eyes as sarcasm laced his voice. i continued to avoid eye contact out of embarrassment.

his hand reached out, grabbing the plate from me.

he went to the sink to clean up the kitchen and i rose from my seat in protest.

“wait, let me help you.”

standing there, the two of us had our hands in the sink, i dried while he rinsed the dishes off. i looked up at him as he stared down at the plates, rinsing them off before he grabbed the pans he used.

he looked down at me , our eyes meeting before i could look away.

“here. it’s the last thing.” he smiled as i dried off the pan.

“thank you” i chirped before i laid it onto the drying rack after i finished wiping it down. as i finished, tom reached over me to grab the towel and wipe his hands.

his chest rubbed against my shoulder as he reached, the contact of our bodies causing me to inhale deeply.

“what?” he said, looking down at me again, placing his hand down on the edge of the sink, only slightly caging me in.

“n-nothing?” i laughed, my hands coming up in defense.

“no.. there’s something. tell me..” his free hand came up, taking my hand into his.

“there’s nothing!” my eyes were soft, doughy, my staring up at him through my lashes.

the energy between the two of us suddenly changed. it felt dark and was different, his hand tightening only slightly around mine, before he leaned closer.

he slowly moved in, not going in for the kill, but coming close. my cheeks burned red, i couldn’t imagine i looked anything more than a flustered deer in headlights.

“yeah sure.” his smile was deadly before he leaned down, his lips ghosting over mine before i pushed pressure to my tip toes, our lips meeting, pressing heavy against his.

he brought his hand on the sink to my waist, urging me closer before our lips separated.

“tom..”

“yeah?”

he pushed my body back against the counter, caging me in, letting my hand go so he could press it down to the other side of me.

my hands came up to his chest before i wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a kiss again. “come here.” i whispered before his lips met mine again.

a soft noise left me as his lips parted against my mouth, urging me to let him in. it got so heated, his tongue against mine before the sound of a truck rolling into the driveway broke away our kiss.

“shit-“ he whispered, reluctantly pulling his lips from mine. he stared down at me for a moment before he pulled away completely.

“will they kill you for having me in here?” i looked at him, with pleading eyes.

“maybe.”

“then get me out!” my eyes were wide, his face didn’t seem to yield the same response until he heard the door begin to unlock and suddenly it was like his judgment had no longer been clouded. the two of us ran from the kitchen, through the living room then threw ourselves out the back door, before he made me run he pulled me close by my shirt.

“i’ll text you.” and he kissed me quickly before he told me to run on the wooden beach access in bare feet and i did. as long as the two of us didn’t get caught.

as soon as i got onto the beach, i awkwardly sped walk back to the family house and stepped inside after making my way back to the porch.

i let out a soft sigh as i stepped inside, my sister with wet hair and a wet suit stared at me as she had come inside after surfing.

“you guys get caught or what..”

“almost.”

“DOING WHAT? actually, don’t answer that. i don’t want to know.” she covered her face, embarrassed, before she dragged her hands down her face. “now tell me what you were gonna tell me earlier, about seeing him last night.”

“oh? OH yeah that. on the balcony, i opened my doors and you can see into their like.. patio area?? and he was sitting outside. so we talked and agreed to meet outside this morning to exchange phone numbers. instead we went on a walk.. apparently he’s a professional ice hockey player.”

“SAY WHAT NOW?”

“YEAH. he plays for the washington capitals, and i don’t know anything about hockey but that’s pretty cool.” i smiled, getting a little giddy.

“so he’s rich? like he’s gotta make a lot of money.”

i stared at her and hit her shoulder.

“go back to what you were doing. i’m not gonna tell you everything i know about him, he’s got personal secrets.”

“that you know?”

“maybe.” i gave her a smug smile before running up to my room to change for the day.

after that morning with tom, it was all i could think about and my whole world revolved around my phone as i waited for him to tell y or call or do something just so i could talk to him and finally i got it.

‘come to the beach, i want to see you.’

was all the text. i rolled my eyes and pulled on my bathing suit before i ran down the stairs and outside, shutting the door to walk out to my family on the beach.

the thing with this whole thing between us was that the idea that we were moving too fast didn’t even click in my mind, due to the fact that it was a moment and spur of flirtatious behavior before even becoming friends and getting to know each other. who cared though? it was a beach trip.. the idea that i may never see him again swelled in my mind but i didn’t care as i pointed over at him standing knee deep in the water, telling my parents i’d be back “he’s the guy.” before i ran over and tackled him into the water, scaring him as he grabbed me tightly, bringing me down with him. the two of us getting knocked harder with an oncoming wave. tom got up and with me in his arms dragged me to stand on my feet, helping me cough up a chest of water.

“that didn’t go like i wanted-“ i heaved, as he rubbed my shoulder.

“it’s okay, you’re not dead.” he smiled as he continued to help me get water out of my system until i had fully recovered.

after i recovered, i felt him grab me and pick me up, carrying me out in his arms into the water. he carried me further so that the waves didn’t wash over me and as he carried me i could tell he was determined to get me out of the part where waves wouldn’t form or break so it was calm. as we got out there he dropped me out of his arms and i immediately grabbed back to him as i realized it was a lot deeper then he made it seem.

“let go, you’re okay.” he rolled his eyes, taking my hands from his arms, holding them in the air as i found the ground, still sinking below him.

i took my hands from him, bringing them down into the water before i splashed him, causing him to cough, spitting up the salt water.

“hey!” he snapped before he splashed me back even harder.

“you got it in my eyes!” i cried out as i held my palm to my face.

“you just keep getting hurt , and it’s all self inflicted.” he laughed as he sank down in the water, close to me. his face hovered in front of mine, his hand coming up to remove my hand from my face before he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. my heart almost skipped a beat as i grabbed his hand, pulling him in.

“mhh.. not now- not in front of my family…” i mumbled against his lips.

“they’re over there. i doubt they’re even paying attention.”

my family was in fact watching.

“they are.. tom!” i giggled as he moved his hand away, placing it on my hip under

the water.

he pulled his lips away, his smirk was almost devious and my eyes met his before i pulled away , pushing myself to float in the water, ripples from waves crashing softly against our frames.

i laid sprawled out, floating in the water and as he stood over me i could examine the features of his body.

slim waist, strong, broad shoulders, his body was toned and he had become tan since his time at the beach began. i’m the short time of me examining his body, his eyes had done the same before he got down to my level.

it was late in the afternoon when he had asked me to join him outside so as we giggled, throwing ourselves at each other on the beach, the sun began to set over us again.

after having sat on the beach for a little with food from one of his friends wives, we waded back into the water, his hands on my waist again, holding me close with my arms around his neck.

he pulled me in and i could finally kiss him again without the fear of other eyes on me that weren’t my families as they had packed it in to make dinner.

“tom..” i mumbled against his lips.

“yeah..” he whispered back.

“i’m glad i met you.. this feels weirdly intimate for having just met you but i think if it was any other way, i’d be dying to kiss you right now…”

all he did was smile and kiss me quickly before he responded.

“it’s like a 2 week long one night stand yknow?” he joked, resulting in a soft laugh from the both of us before i tangled my fingers in his hair again, allowing his lips on my own once more. “fuck..” his voice was soft as he pulled away, moving down so his breath was on my neck.

“can we please go in.. i feel exposed.” i laughed before a soft noise left me.

“mhh..” his lips press to my neck “you’re a buzz kill..” he spoke as he wrapped his arms around me, encouraging me to wrap my arms and legs around him.

as i did, he got a grip on me before he rose out of the water, carrying me with him.

his hold on my frame felt like home, he was strong and his arms held me like i was nothing. his body was warm from the

sun and i began to shiver as the breeze , mixed with the coolness of the sun setting felt like hell on my body until he held me closer, noticing i was shivering.

“let’s get you inside, and dried off.” he mumbled. i nodded, pressing my face into his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as he carried me up the access to the house he was staying in, carrying me inside.

“i’m definitely tracking sand right now..” he mumbled as he walked past the living room and up the stairs to the room he was staying in.

he laid me down on the bed, hovering over me as he sat me down.

“you look so sad, like a cold wet animal.” he laughed

i glared at him, the cold AC of the house making me shake hard before he pulled away. he grabbed a towel, sweats, boxers and a t-shirt for me. i sat up and took them from him, looking up at him

“what?”

“well get out!” i snapped. he took the hint and stepped out, leaning against the wall near the door still in his swim trunks while i quickly changed and dried off. pulling his clothes on, i inhaled his scent from his shirt quickly before i yelled back that he could come back in. when he did, i was laying again, body pressed against the head board of his bed.

“you’re cute in my clothes.” he smiled, grabbing boxers and a pair of shorts. walking into the bathroom, he changed quickly and walked back into the bedroom. he placed his hands on either side of me, leaning over me to kiss me again.

“you hungry?” he whispered, moving down so his lips ghosted over my neck as he sat down in the bed, leaning over me still.

“mhh.. a little..” i mumbled, tilting my head back, allowing him to place a kiss on my neck. my breath shuttered a little, feeling him slot himself between my legs.

“can you wait or do you need something now..” he said

“it can..wait..” i pushed my hand up, placing it behind his head, tangling in his hair as he moved his hands up under my shirt, gently gripping at my sides.

“good.” he said as he rubbed his thumbs across my thumb. “can i take this off?”

i nodded and he pulled the t-shirt from my frame, exposing my chest to him.

“you still chilly?“ he laughed, staring at my chest, nipples peaked from the cool air.

“s-shut up!” my cheeks were burning red, embarrassed by him and the exposure to him.

he moved down and kissed down my chest, taking a nipple between his teeth, glancing up at me with those piercing eyes. i gasped, inhaling sharply, as my eyes fluttered shut.

“t-tom..” i hesitated before he moved to the other, rolling my nipple between his teeth.

finally, pulling my nipple with his teeth, he moved away and began to kiss down my stomach , his fingers hooking into the sweatpants he had offered me. he looked up at me for an approving look. i nodded again and felt him slowly pull the sweats from my legs. his fingers hooked into the band of the boxers and slowly pulled them down.

“it’s a shame you got all dressed again to be seen like this” he said as he sat up, taking in my whole body before he separated my legs, pushing himself between them again. tom looked down at my pussy as he separated my legs, practically salivating as he saw how wet i was just from the constant teasing all day.

“baby.. you’re so wet..” he mumbled as he brought his fingers down, gently dragging his middle and ring finger through my folds. “is this from the whole day?”

i nodded, feeling pathetic as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking his fingers. i felt weak in the knees as he licked my juices from his fingers.

“please tom.. touch me.. please” i pleaded, reaching hands out to him.

“when you ask so nicely..” he shrugged, pushing his fingers down, back between my legs, dragging his thumb over my clit before his middle finger pushed into my entrance.

“oooh..” he groaned, feeling how wet i was. “god.. so tight.” his voice was low as i pushed my head back, soft whimpers leaving my mouth.

“t-tom…” i mumbled, hot and heavy breaths leaving me, trying to not make

much noise, minding the others in the house.

“you like that, princess?” all he got in response was a string of mumbled words as he pushed another finger in, causing me to push my hips up against his hand.

“f-fuck.. yes, it’s so good…” looking up at him with pleading, blissed out eyes.

“i love how tight you are… you’re gonna feel so fucking good.” he spoke about me like i was a toy.

tom slowly moved down, pushing his face between my legs, wrapping my legs over his shoulders before he brought his tongue down, swiping it over my clit.

he continued to push his thick fingers in and out while he began to lick and suck at my clit.

“you taste so fucking good.” he groaned against my cunt.

his words alone had me seeing stars, the praise mixed with slight degradation felt like heaven.

as he tortured me, i was seeing stars, his tongue held steady on my clit before he gently began to suck as he thrusted his fingers into me harder.

“t-tom.. tom! i’m close! please!!” whimpering like a pathetic little thing, i cried out hoping for him to let me cum.

“cmon baby.. cum for me.” he mumbled, his voice sending me over the edge as my hips stuttered, pressing into his face while he proceeded to push me past my limit. unaware of who was home, i bit into the flesh of my arm to silence myself. i tasted like salt and my skin was warm. as my high came over me, he stuffed his fingers into me until i came down from my high. he sat up after i settled down, watching as i was panting. his chin was wet with the juices from my cunt and as he came down to kiss me, catching a soft moan from me against his lips.

“tom.. i want you inside of me..” my voice was low and soft.

“yeah? can you beg for me?”

i nodded and he shook his head. “words.”

i rolled my eyes before i looked back at him with hooded lids.

“yes i can beg for you,…daddy..” i hesitated but his reaction was pleasing. he strained in his pants, causing him to suck his teeth before he sat back up.

“god that sounds so good coming from you.” he brought his hand up, dragging his fingers through his hair before he undid the clasp on his shorts, getting them off before

he was in just his boxers.

he was hard and straining, needing to be

touched. i brought my hands down to the hem of his boxers

“can i?”

he nodded and i slowly pulled them down, watching as his hard cock fell out from the boxers. i took him in my small hands, feeling his cock, slowly stroking him as

he took my leg and placed it on his shoulder.

“i want to see you while i fuck your fucking brains out..” he growled, leaning down again to kiss me, pushing my leg closer to my head. “tell me, how much do you want it, princess.”

“oh.. so fucking bad. i want it so badly. i want you to fuck me so fucking hard.. fill me with your cum, please!”

i whined , crying out like a pathetic pillow princess.

“good girl.” his voice was raspy and low as he looked down, taking his cock and lining it up, running the tip through the slick of my lips

“stop teasing!!” i whined, throwing my head back. he laughed, taunting me before he slowly, and dreadfully pushed into me. his cock filling me out, making me whimper. i bore down on my lip, trying to hold in an obscene cry as he would slowly enter me, stop and then continue at a dreadful pace until he bottomed himself out inside of me. my eyes were rolled back, focused on holding in more than a peep in order to keep this affair, a secret.

“you’re so tight..” he groaned, biting back curses as his hands found my sides, engulfing my waist with his large, bear like hands. “oh my god.. can i move? are you good, baby?”

he said, his eyes meeting mine. i stared at him through heavy eyes. “y-yes, daddy.” my words slow, and shaky.

he took this as a good answer as he began to move back, using his hands on my sides as leverage. his thumbs dug into the soft flesh of my tummy, and the pain was ignorable due to the overwhelming feeling of him slowly drive himself into me. his head was thrown forward, hair a mess as he held back loud groans. his breathing was heavy, and made it hard for me to hold back my noises, he sounded so good to me.

“fuck, princess..” he mumbled, opening his eyes as he began to pick up his pace, no longer wanting to keep it slow. with my leg over his shoulder, and his body leaning over mine, i was already seeing stars.

as he began to pick up his pace, he looked down at my stomach.

“look at that..” he muttered, bringing his hand down to feel where he could feel himself inside. “right. there.” he looked at me before he gently grabbed my hand that had been tight in the sheets, and placed it over the bulge in my stomach every time he had thrusted into me.

“do you feel me? right there.”

i nodded and placed my palm down against my stomach.

“words..”

“yes.. i feel you.. ngh. you’re so” my head fell back with a moan. “big. youre so big.” i stammered, words hardly forming.

“that’s a good girl.”

his hand moved to my thigh, strong fingers finding the area and gripping the soft flesh to gain more momentum as he began to fuck me harder.

unintelligible words and scattered moans fell from my lips as he reached deeper, hitting the part of me that scrambled my brain. toms free hand found my hip, and gripping me, his thumbs pressed hard into me, bruising the soft skin that he hadn’t kissed before.

i didn’t even want to think about having to cover the bruises and hickeys, all i could think about was how hard he was fucking me.

“fuck.. baby. i’m close. i’m so fucking close.”

the way my moans raised in pitch or the way i tightened, he could tell i was too. the knot in my stomach was tight and ready to break and i couldn’t fucking take it.

“m-me too.. daddy. please fuck!”

his thrusts lost rhythm, stuttering against mine. his hand came up, fingers pressed against my throat, adding to the overstimulation, causing me to cum.

a white hot sensation rolling over me, biting into my lip, as my fists balled into the sheets, knuckles turning white. i drew blood as i held back the loud moans, while he continued to thrust into me until he planted his hips to mine, spilling his cum into my cunt. my eyes rolled back before i had realized he stopped, his head once again pushed forward as his heavy breathing slowed. his fingers had dug into my thighs and as he slowly let go, he pulled my leg off of his shoulder, placing it beside his hip.

“oh my god that felt so good..” he groaned, pushing his face down into my neck before he placed a gentle kiss against my skin.

“are you alright?” he said, sitting up to look at me again, still inside of me.

“yes..” i mumbled, clearly exhausted.

“do you want me to clean you up?”

“please..”

he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum spilled from my cunt.

“that’s so hot.” his tongue came out, licking over his lower lip before he slowly got out of bed, walking to the bathroom attached to his room. he wetted a towel with warm water and came back, gently cleaning up where the cum began to dry on the inside of my thighs.

“hurry up.. i gotta get home soon.” i laughed weakly, as he hurried. once he had finished , i sat up, seeing myself in the mirror at the foot of his bed.

“i look awful-“ i said as i pulled at my messy hair.

“no you don’t.” he came over, kissing me again before he grabbed the clothes that were his to give back to me. “maybe now you can get dressed and now have the clothes torn off of you.” he smiled.

i pulled on the t-shirt and as i stood up, i felt my legs shake and he put his arm out for me to balance myself.

i pulled on the boxers and sweatpants again and i could tell our time for that day was coming to an end. it was agonizing.

“what do i tell my family?”

“nothing. just say we were hanging out. i’m sure you know how to cover those hickeys.” he smiled, helping me gather my things before we walked out of his room. before

we left, he grabbed me and kissed me one more time, he was definitely very lovey.

but this wasn’t something quick, it had meaning behind it and you could tell there was something he wanted to say but he held back.

“cmon, let’s get you home.”

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after he had sent you home, he went back to the house and all the guys looked at him funny, noticing he was only in a pair of shorts and how you had left in his clothes.

“we heard you.” TJ said, blatantly.

tom was silent, face turning red.

“it’s fine… we knew it would happen.”

tom immediately turned on his heels and walked to his room, picking up his phone to text you again… wondering how on earth he could make it work with the girl he just hooked up with at the beach.

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Can I get one where tj oshie sister had been dating tom Wilson before he got to Washington and he finds out  via Instagram post and confronts them

A/n: I hope this is what you meant. Sorry it took so long and is so short. I hope you like it.

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“When were you gonna tell me?” TJ asks

“What?” I ask confused.

“About you and Wilson” He replies and my stomach drops.

“What are you talking about” I ask nervously.

“Don’t act stupid.” He says a roughness to his voice. Just then Tom walks by.

“Wilson, can you come here?” TJ calls.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, his hair wet from a shower and his bag of clothes dropping to the floor by his feet.

“What is this?” He asks, tapping on his phone until a picture of Tom and I comes up on Toms private Instagram page.

“Just a picture-“ I try to defend, but TJ cuts me off.

“Just a picture of what? Cause I know you aren’t just friends, especially not with the caption ‘my whole world right here.’ So, which one of you wants to tell me what’s going on?” TJ asks, his eyes looking betrayed but his voice sounding rough.

“You’re sister and I have been dating for over a year.” Tom speaks up, sounding as calm and confident as ever.

“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell me? I asked if you were in a relationship and you said no.”

“I didn’t want you worrying or not being able to focus on you’re job, because of it.” I reply standing awkwardly.

“Look man I’m sorry. But I truly do care for your sister, okay? She’s amazing, and beautiful and funny and smart and keeps me in check. And I would never do anything to hurt her.” Tom says, grabbing my hand.

“Okay, I believe you, but if you hurt her I will hurt you.” TJ replies turning around to go to the locker room.

“Oh, and no PDA around me please, (Y/N) is my little sister and I would rather not see that.” TJ says turning around, real quick before continuing to the locker room.

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Cost *Requested* (T.J. Oshie)

@wildlivingdreamland requested a T.J. Oshie imagine! The cost part is what I’m dealing with right now...college is expensive dudes.

Warnings: The cost of college

Requests are OPEN

Up Next: Willy Nylander

This has not been edited! Let me know what you think!

“Oh my gosh!” You moaned, placing your head in your hands. “There is absolutely no way that is right!”

You were looking at the amount owed for school. Going back to get your master’s degree was something you had been determined to do. Sure it had taken a little longer, but that was okay...your “setbacks” weren’t exactly setbacks. You cruised through both the undergrad and the associates degree, but had taken a year off when you hit 21 to travel. The added bonus of that travel was it was free travel. Part of the program you were in had offered internships abroad and you were all for it.

When you came back to the states you had intended to get right back to working on getting your bachelor’s degree...but you had gotten a smidge distracted. You had begun work at the Scottrade Center since it was just a few miles down the road from your school. You managed the VIP and Press Boxes and kept the locker rooms tidy. It was fun and you got to meet a bunch of people...what more could an almost 23 year old want?

But that wasn’t what caused your distraction...no that happened to be a player on the Blues team...T.J. Oshie. After running into each other multiple times, you decided to be bold and ask him out for coffee. He accepted and the rest was history. But as the relationship reached it’s year and a half mark and your summer semester was getting ready to kick-off, T.J. got traded. And he asked you to go with him.

So as the end of your 23rd year ended, you moved to D.C.. You worked for a company that was in your field of study, to get on the job experience, while you searched for a school that would accept all of your transfer credits and was still nearby. Another benefit of working was you were able to pay off the rest of your student loans. It was a great feeling to be debt free thanks to scholarships and hard work.

Then, on the day of your 24th birthday, T.J. took a leap and proposed. Which you heartily accepted...after passing out. Not that it was recorded and constantly held over your head or anything.

So you placed getting your bachelors on the back burner while you planned a wedding, looked for a house that the two of you would live in together, and worked. Not that you minded a bit of it. T.J. had been so involved in house hunting and wedding planning. The two of you had become closer than ever and it just solidified that you were with the right person. You were promoted to the head of your department at work, and overall life was great.

At age 25 for you and 27 for T.J. the two of you tied the knot. It was arguably the best day of your life. And you finally got back to school, finishing two years of work in one, thanks to your job experience. So you were a proud holder of not only a bachelor’s degree in the field you loved...but a MRS degree as well.

Then you found out you were pregnant, but that wasn’t about to stop you from finally reaching your goal of possessing your masters. So you still attended school full time. But as the pregnancy progressed, so did complications. You were placed on bedrest at your fifth month, forcing you to drop the classes that couldn’t be completed online.

It was all worth it though, because a few months after you turned 26, you got to hold your baby boy in your arms for the first time. Your family was tiny, but it was yours and your heart was full. Being a parent was something you absolutely adored. And watching your husband with his son was a sight nothing in the world was worth more than...not even getting your master’s.

But your little boy was almost two, your five year anniversary was coming up...it was time to finish your degree. But, you were going to do it all online. You had less than a year left and could finish all courses online.

Which brings you back to today...stressing over a computer screen. Well, not really over the computer screen, but what was displayed on the screen. You had registered for seven courses...the only ones standing between your and the finish line. As you went to the screen to pay for them, you balked.

“How in the world do seven classes...all online...cost over $6,000?!?!” You raged. “That’s ridiculous! Who just has that type of money laying around?? Not me!!” Sure, you were yelling at your computer and that was generally something crazy people did...but it was making you feel a little better. You opened your mouth to continue raging, but you heard your son calling from his room down the hall. So you gave the computer one last glare and headed for your son.

“Hi baby.” You cooed, lifting him up from crib. You were cherishing it while you could, because sometime within the next few months he would be getting a bed. Your baby wasn’t really a baby anymore.

“Mama!” He shouted excitedly. He wrapped his chubby little arms around your neck and smacked a kiss on your cheek. You nuzzled him in return before heading downstairs. “Play Mama? We play?”

How were you supposed to say no? “Yeah. We can play.” He wriggled around once you reached the living room, so you reluctantly sat him down. He toddled (his version of running) over to his toy chest. Once he had successfully removed all the things inside, he began to bring things over to you.

You were fawning over his favorite stuffed bear when T.J. walked in.

“How are my two favorite people?” He dropped down to his knees as your son rushed over to him.

“Daddy look!” He shouted! “Mama play and you, too!” He grabbed his hand and tugged him over to where you were kneeling, handing him the toy truck that was in his hand. “See Daddy? Truck.”

“Yeah, Buddy. It’s a truck! What other toys do you have?” He ran back over to his pile of toys and T.J. turned to you. “Hi Y/N. How was your day?”

“It was….interesting.” You gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll tell you about it after he goes to bed.” You played with your boys for another hour before deciding it was time to get started on dinner. “Do you wanna help Mama cook, Baby?” You asked standing up.

He nodded his head excitedly before leaping into your arms.

“I’m going to shower. I’ll be down in a few to set the table.” T.J. pressed a kiss to both of your noses before heading upstairs.

You placed your son in his high chair and gave him the package of tortillas. “Can you open that for me?” While he tackled the plastic you turned on the stove and started on cooking the meat and chopping veggies for tacos. While you moved the meat around the pan you turned to watch your son. He had his tongue partially out of his mouth as he focused on annihilating the plastic.

“Mama! Done!” He held up the package, proudly displaying the hole he had created in it.

“Good job!” You gave him a piece of tomato in congratulations. He absolutely loved them...which was odd because you despised them. As you finished up the meat and put it in a bowl you heard your husband making his way down the stairs.

“Smells good.” He kissed your cheek before reaching around to grab some plates. Once the table was set, you transferred the food over and once the tortillas had rested on the grill for a few minutes, dinner was ready.

You placed some food on your son’s tray before sitting across from your husband. Taco night was arguably your favorite night of the week.

“Daddy!! I did! I did!” Your son was proudly pointing to his tray.

“You made this? It is so yummy!” T.J. took a big bite to prove his point and you couldn’t hide your smile. He was such a good dad.

“Such a good job buddy! Mama’s so proud of you!” He smiled at you in return. Life was good.

After dinner you watched a movie and as nine rolled around your son was ready to go to bed. So after helping him brush his teeth and put on his pjs you tucked him into bed, but then you sat in the rocking chair in the corner. T.J. read him a story every night and you always stayed to listen. Once the book was over, you both pressed a kiss to his head and quietly closed the door.

“So today was interesting?”

“Oh yeah. Your son,” You emphasized the ‘your’, so he would know that in this particular scenario it was definitely dad’s fault. “Decided that we needed to leave the doors open because the birdies would get hot outside.” You narrowed a look at your husband. “Because somebody told him that Slapshot likes the rink because he gets hot.”

He gave a sheepish chuckle. “How about that?”

“So I spent the better part of an hour chasing a bird out of our living room. And then there was the lunchtime meltdown because the mac n’ cheese wasn’t in dinosaur shapes like at Uncle Andre’s house.”

“It’s not my fault that Andre likes dinosaur shapes! It was your idea to let him babysit last Friday!”

“That’s because Braden, Ovi, and Tom were there, too!” You rolled your eyes. “But it wasn’t the end of the world. I mean, he ate it. During his nap I started to register for my classes online.”

“Get everything set up?”

“No! It was ridiculously priced!”

“Explain?” He inquired.

“I have seven classes left. They want over $6,000 dollars! For SEVEN classes!! It’s ridiculous! Who just has that type of money??” You demanded.

“Y/N…” He trailed. “We do.”

“No!.....You do.”

“I thought we were past this,” He sighed. “We have a joint bank account. The money is yours, too.”

“I want to be able to pay for school myself. I managed to pay for everything else. It’s important to me that I prove I can do this, too!”

He held your hands and forced you to look in his eyes. “And you can. But there’s no harm in using what we have. If it makes you feel better, you can keep track of the exact amount and when you start working again, put that into a college fund.”

You sighed. “I guess...it just seems so ridiculous. It’s no wonder that people choose not to go to college or struggle so much. It’d cost even more if I took the classes on campus.”

“But...you’re only seven classes away from getting that final degree…” He pointed out.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I know!” You smirked slyly. “If I work hard then I’ll probably have it done before the baby arrives in April.” You kissed him and then stood up. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Ok.” You walked towards the bathroom and waited for him to process. “Wait!” He shouted. “Baby?!”

As always, let me know if there are any blazing errors!!

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[dailyhockeyimagines]

tj oshie // beach daze

warnings: none

who: tj oshie x reader

premise: a cute family day at the beach sparks some memories!

requested by anon

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(Present, 2026)

It had been two years since you had been back to this beach, a small, nearly private cove in Virginia, an hour outside of D.C. that had once been practically your home. The main, touristy beach was about twenty minutes up the coast, but this beach, hidden by a rocky hill to it’s right, was still a local gem. You had worked at the beach during your younger summers, sometimes an attendant at the small café, sometimes a life guard. But, to you, it was more than just your old job. It’s also where you met your husband, T.J.

(10 years before, 2016 season)

You loved being a life guard: you got paid to watch virtually no one and tan at the beach all day. But sometimes it got lonely. The stretch of beach was so small that it only needed one life guard per shift, which wasn’t so bad when your friends came to the beach and you got to hang out with them, but was terribly boring when not a lot of people were at the beach and there was no one to talk to. Today was overcast, so virtually no one was on the beach. You were allowed to leave if no one was there but this one stubborn couple lay out, bundled in blankets and hiding from the sharp winds. It was, to say the least, not a beach day. There was no way they were going to swim in the icy waters with the cold weather, so, therefore, no way they were going to drown, but you had to stay as long as people were there, so were you.

At around 12, they were getting up to leave and you, excitedly, began to gather your things. Just as you were about to leave yourself, a rambunctious crowd of young men all crowded onto the beach. Great. There were probably around ten of them, all around 20 to thirty years of age and all in impeccable shape. Okay so maybe not so bad.

You tried not to flush as they got closer, setting up camp around your stand before half of them immediately stripped down and headed towards the water. You did your best to focus on the men in the water, although you were quite certain they weren’t going to drown, but it was increasingly difficult with the swirl of Russian, Swedish and English coming from your left. Who were these guys?

After awhile, they all got out and circled around each other, like children in a schoolyard. Weird. You didn’t glance over but your peripheral vision could tell that they kept looking at you, laughing a little. You couldn’t say you were shocked when one of them got up and started walking over to you. He was tall and broad with longish hair that framed his soft features. He was undeniably handsome and you were happy you had stubbornly kept your sunglasses on despite the gloom so he wouldn’t see you staring.

“Hey um I’m sorry to bother you but my friends– um, I don’t know how to say this–“

“Let me guess: dare?” you interject.

He nods.

“Probably something along the lines of I need CPR, right?” you say, biting back a smile as he gets pinker and nods.

You had been around young boys all summer as a lifeguard. You knew their tricks by now. And that they never grow out of them.

“I’ll make you a deal”

“A deal?” he says, his voice faltering a bit.

“Yep. I’ll “give you CPR”” you say, watching him visibly wince, "if you answer one question for me.”

“Anything” he responds immediately, turning even pinker at his eagerness. Your grin only spread.

“Who are you guys? You're at a small beach out of the public eye on the least busy day of the year, you are all speaking I don’t know how many languages over there and you are all extraordinarily fit. “

He looks as though you caught him by surprise and takes a second before responding, thoughtfully.

“We play hockey”

Months later, when you find out he plays for the Washington Capitals, you smack his arm gently and mock his response. But as of right now, it’s enough, and you hop down from your life guard chair and push your glasses on your head.

“You ready?” you say, cocking your head a little signify what you mean.

He doesn’t respond with his words but rather with his lips, pressed against yours.

You had meant to pull away after three seconds for the sake of the dare but you found yourself leaning in more to his chapped lips and strong hold. You can faintly hear the ooing and aahing in the back ground, but you can’t bring yourself to leave the present moment.

(Present, 2026)

“Dad, Mom? Can we go in the water?” your twins asked, using their sweet ‘I want something’ voice and looking up at you and your husband with their big blue eyes. You turn to look at TJ, smiling at his expression. He was wrapped around their fingers; he couldn’t tell them no if he tried. The day was cloudy and overcast, much like the day you had first met, and it wasn’t really beach weather. But you had the beach all to yourselves and there was virtually no risk of being bombarded by fans. As you watched your husband pick up both your son and daughter and run towards the water, you couldn’t help but look over at the girl in the chair. She looked as miserable as you had always felt on those days, trapped here by that one annoying family, and you wanted to go over and offer her advice and hope for the future but you could hear your husband and kids laughing and no matter how cold the water was, you ran in to be with them. It was always warm with your kids in your arms and TJ by your side.

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[onegoalhockey]

Stubborn - TJ Oshie x Reader (Requested)

I hope you guys like this one! I’ve seen a few other people doing this idea, so I tried to keep mine different from theirs. 

The minute you saw TJ’s fall on the ice during one of his games, you knew that it was going to be a pretty bad injury. When you got to the paramedic’s room at the arena, they were getting ready to take TJ to the hospital for x-rays. You rode with him in the ambulance and held his hand while he got checked out. The results came back that he had a sprained wrist and a broken ankle. You knew that he was going to be out for at least six weeks, and you knew that he was going to be frustrated with that fact.

 For the first week, he was calm about his situation and accepted your help when he needed it. You had to help him get places, even though he had crutches, and had to help him do most things. You kept reassuring him that you were fine with helping him, but after that first week, he started to get a little angry.

 One day, you were sitting on the back patio with him trying to get some fresh air. He was watching some of the game highlights on his iPad while you read a new book. You heard him mumbling about the game he was missing and how he could have helped in this play or that play. You knew it was pointless to try and argue with him, so you reached over and touched his hand gently, letting him know that you were there for him.

           After a few minutes, TJ sighed and turned the iPad off. “Stupid injury.” He mumbled as he struggled to stand up from his chair.

           You looked over and set your book down, standing up to help him. “Here.” You said softly and held your hands out.

           He shooed your hands away and shook his head. “I can do it.” He said sternly.

           “Babe let me help.” You said and touched his shoulder gently.

           “I said I could do it.” TJ said, shrugging your hand away.

           You looked at him and shook your head. You had been dealing with TJ’s growing attitude for the past few days, so it wasn’t anything new. “Fine.” You said and stood back, watching him to make sure he was okay.

 He got on his crutches and hobbled into the house. You followed him to make sure he didn’t fall, but let him do things on his own. He leaned his crutches on the kitchen counter and limped to the cabinet to grab a glass. He set it on the counter and then hobbled to the fridge to grab the pitcher of iced tea you had made that morning. He grabbed it with his good hand and hobbled back to the counter. He used the fingertips on his bad hand to steady the cup while he poured himself some tea. You watched as he lost his grip on the pitcher and it spilled tea all over the counter, his brace, and the floor.

           You frowned and walked over to him, grabbing some paper towels. “Let me help.” You said, barely above a whisper.

           TJ slammed the now empty pitcher in the sink and shook his head. “Now my damn brace is ruined because I’m too useless to pour a glass of shitty tea.” He snapped.

           You bit your bottom lip and moved towards him to dry his brace off.

           “Don’t touch me.” He said and pulled his hand away. “I don’t need your help, it hasn’t done anything for me yet, why would it help now?!” he yelled.

           You flinched as he spit the words out. “TJ, why are you being so cold with me? All I’m doing is helping you.” you said.

           “Yeah well I don’t want your help.” He said before limping to the stairs and climbing up slowly.

 You shook your head and swallowed a sob down as you cleaned up the tea and the glass. As you cleaned up, you heard the bedroom door slam from upstairs so you assumed TJ was laying down. You let him have his alone time while you worked on dinner.

 After a little while, you heard TJ’s muffled voice calling your name. You went up the stairs and saw the bedroom door was open and the bed was empty. You looked to your left and saw TJ in the bathroom with his brace off.

           “What do you need?” you asked, trying not to look at him.

           He let out a sigh. “Can you help me put on my spare brace?” he asked softly, almost sounding like a little kid who was in trouble.      

           “Sure.” You said and helped him get the spare brace on his wrist. “I’ll put this in the washer while we eat.” You said and started to walk out of the bathroom.

           “Y/N.” TJ said softly.

           “Yeah?” you asked and looked back at him.

           “I’m sorry about snapping at you before.” He said softly. “I should have never said those things to you. All you’re doing is helping my sorry ass and I yelled at you. I’m really sorry.” He said sincerely.

           You nodded and walked over to him, taking his good hand in yours. “Babe, I know that you’re frustrated and upset over all of this, but I just want to help you.” you said softly.

           “I know.” He said and let go of your hand, bringing his hand up to your cheek and cupped it gently. “I’m so sorry baby.” He said softly.

           “I know you are.” You said and kissed him gently. “Let’s get you comfortable so I can get dinner going, okay?”

           TJ kissed you back and nodded. “Okay.” He said and kissed you again. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for putting up with me.” He smiled softly.

           “I love you too.” You smiled. “You put up with me, so it’s only fair.” You winked.

           “Yeah I guess.” He smiled.

 You helped him get back downstairs and got him situated on the couch while you made dinner. Throughout the night, he continued to apologize for his behavior which you repeatedly accepted. You would take care of him no matter what.

#TJ Oshie #TJ Oshie x Reader

[cellythefloshie]

A fanfiction/chapter you are embarrassed about having written?

📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

🔥 Hottest fic you ever written?

📬 The best comment you ever recieved?

🏚 A fic you more or less abandoned?

🤦🏻  - I have no shame... but ask me again if my family members or partner ever finds this bog and reads anything that I have written.

📃 - My PLD kinktober was low key inspired by trouble by @flashyfucker I am absolutely in love with this fic. Loved every minute of it and I was hella intimidated to even try to write PLD because of it. It was so well done, and I didn't want to encroach on their plot at all by accident. It totally inspired me to write him the way I did too!

🔥 - Now, call me biased, but I think this may be a four way tie between chapters 5 and 10 of The Road Wife & Kintober entires 9 and 11. 📬 - I wouldn't say I have a best... but I absolutely love when readers leave their thoughts/reactions in the tags when they reblog, when they hop into my inbox or my DM's to talk about a chapter. It doesn't happen too often, but when it does it makes my day. 🏚 - I used to be writing a fic that was TJ Oshie x Nanny!reader. I had the first chapter all ready to go when I decided to commit my time to the Road Wife. The draft will forever sit in my drafts until I feel like I'm finished with the Road Wife series because we will be jumping right back into writing that once Kinktober is over!

*all answers have been based solely on my nhl-rpf works and do not include my other fandoms.

#celly answers

[cellythefloshie]

【ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ】 Below the cut is a current list of my WIP's

500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION - CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT - vince dunn x reader 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION - SO GOOD - adam x charlie COOL FOR THE SUMMER - SERIES - andrei svechnikov x oc 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 FOUR'S A CROWD - multi!player x reader HIGH INFIDELITY - SERIES - tom wilson x oc/reader x vince dunn IT'S MY PARTY - mat martin x reader LIPS OF AN ANGEL - adam x charlie MR STEAL YOUR GIRL - vince dunn x reader x andrei svechnikov NANNY DIARIES - SERIES - tj oshie x reader x undertermined player OVER NOW - vince dunn x reader OUT OF THE WOODS - vince dunn x reader ROAD WIFE 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 ROAD WIFE AMENDMENT #1 - various players ROAD WIFE ONE SHOT - ross colton x reader STEAL MY SUNSHINE - ross colton x reader UNTITLED - adam x charlie UNTITLED - jeremy swayman x reader UNTITLED - brendan lemieux x oc, joel farabee player x oc UNTITLED - ross colton x reader UNTITLED - brady skjei x reader UNTITLED - vince dunn x reader/oc UNTITLED - vince dunn x reader UNTITLED - vince x samantha UNTITLED - mat barzal x reader UNTITLED - ross colton x reader UNTITLED - ross colton x reader WPG ROAD WIFE - SERIES - Winnipeg Jets 2024 Christmas Special 2024 New Year Special

*list is written in alphabetical order not in order of priority **series posts include all encompassing chapters but does not include oneshots ***includes fic in varying stage of development updated 2024-02-05

#celly wip #celly update

[cellythefloshie]

🎃 ✨️ 👀

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I have only technically written 1 "holiday" fanfic and it was for Valentine's Day in the Fandom of Stranger Things. So I guess by default that makes it my favorite? I am def open to writing fics that take place during the holidays though, just need inspiration to strike me.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I like to think my smut is pretty spicy sometimes so: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Aside from The Road Wife, which is on going, I do have plans to write a fic for TJ Oshie. The reader would be his nanny and the mess of shipping would be: Undecided Caps Player x Reader x Oshie x Mrs. Oshie.

I also have a countless number of fics planned for other fandoms outside of the hockey world.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

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[skjeinon]

requests: closed

players i will and wont write for

* means smut ofc

Sidney Crosby

savior complex - (part 1) (part 2 *)

Tom Wilson

gold rush*

Brady Skjei

the all star break - w andrei svechnikov*

blue shirts - rangers!brady*

fangs - vamp au!*

blurb requests* (kinks)

kevin hayes

tell me you love me - blurb

cale makar

blurb requests - soft!makar

blurb requests* - soft/touchy!makar

chris kreider

blurb requests* (aggressive chris)

blurb requests* (breeding kink chris)

blurb request* (cock warming chris)

blurb request* (with mika!)

father’s day!blurb requests

mika zibanejad

blurb requests* (kinks)

nathan mackinnon

blurb requests*

father’s day!blurb requests

poly! nate x reader x cale

blurb request*

blurb request (soft hcs)

blurb request (teaching y/n to skate)

TJ oshie

blurb requests

jordan staal

go ahead and cry little girl - (part 1*)(part 2*)(part 3)

jeremy swayman

captain doesn’t have to know *

anders lee

thinking about you*

more on my AO3 @skjeinon

team building exercise - carolina hurricanes (smut)

#skjeinon #masterlist

[cellythefloshie]

I have decided to move forward with a Nanny!Reader x TJ Oshie fic (rewrite/adaption of something I have previously written). With that said I would love some input! It was originally written as a love triangle between Oshie x Reader x and another player! But who should that other player be? A teammate of Oshie’s? A player from a different team? It was originally Auston Matthews, but I would love to hear what you guys would like!  ALSO! I refuse to ignore that here are others who would like nanny!reader with another NHL DILF! So, if you guys drop some recs in my ask box I will see what I can conjure for you!

#celly rambles

[cellythefloshie]

someone else for the tj fic, i love lauren too much

I am open to suggestions if anyone has any preferences!

It ends up being a love triangle fic for the most part so just hound me with your favorite hockey players and dilfs!

Pairing is pretty much hockey dilf x Reader x young stud hockey player

Original pairings were Oshie x OC x Matthews and even a little bit of Oshie x OC x Wilson 😅

#celly answers