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say my name - m. tkachuk

Happy to have jumped back into writing this summer with my entry for @antoineroussel ‘s summer fic exchange!I may have left it until the last day, but I’m proud of what I was able to put out. I was given the lovely @ahockeywrites to write for, so here you are! I was having trouble figuring out what to write about for a while, but the Ratthew news over the pas few weeks really got me inspired. I hope you all enjoy!

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Matthew Tkachuk wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to let things go unsaid. He didn’t beat around the bush, because why would he? It didn’t make sense. If he saw something, or thought something, or felt something, what good would come from keeping it inside? If he noticed something at practice, he told Coach – if it was one of the rookies or younger guys, he’d bring it up with them directly, take them out for coffee after practice or offer to look over video with them. He wasn’t the captain, not really, but as much as the prospect of being one of the team’s ‘elder statesmen’ made him want to tear his hair out, he wanted to do what Gio had done for him. Pay it forward, if you will.

He didn’t keep things bottled up with the team, and for the most part, he didn’t keep things bottled up with Cat. Keeping things from your significant other, especially feelings things, was a recipe for disaster, and not something Matthew had any inclination towards. Sure, Cat might have been the one to ask him out after they’d spent a week wordlessly flirting at each other from across the café they both frequented, but Matthew had been the first one to say ‘I love you.’ It was only three months in, which for some people might not seem like any time at all, but for Matthew started to feel like a lifetime as soon as he realized how he felt about her. For him, it wasn’t the way some people described it, where it hit you like a bus one day and knocked you clean off your axis. For Matthew, he just started wondering how he missed the blaring red lights trying to get him to realize how deep his feelings ran for her. It took seeing Cat making breakfast in his kitchen one morning after she spent the night, somehow managing to get the bacon and omelettes perfect but burning the toast to an absolute crisp. But at that point, Matthew wasn’t sure how he was ever able to not love her.

Catriona MacDaniel was the opposite, as much as she was loath to admit it. It’s not that she ever purposefully hid what she was feeling or tried to be difficult to read. She just never felt the need to bother people for things she thought were trivial. She was first generation Irish-Canadian, and, in the words of John Mulaney, “the thing with Irish people is I’ll keep all of my emotions bottled up, and then one day, I’ll die.” In Cat’s humble opinion, truer words had never been spoken. Her and her older sister Aisling were as close as two people could be, but it took even her weeks to pry out that Catriona had a boyfriend, and another month and a half before she would actually let Aisling meet him. But Matthew had managed to steadily chip away at Cat’s unintentionally-prickly exterior, and after two years as a couple and six months of living together, she would freely admit to anyone who asked that with the probable exception of her family (aside from her younger brother Conor, who happily fulfilled his given role as family pest) Matthew Tkachuk was the person she loved most in the world.

Matthew didn’t usually keep his feelings inside, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be incredibly unobservant at times. (Brady would probably say most of the time, and he’d probably just shorten that to ‘dumb.’) Sometimes, people would have to point out something that he should have realized all along. Not with hockey. Never with hockey. He could run drills in his sleep and overanalyzed every minute of play like his life depended on it. But with the feelings things, sometimes he couldn’t have been more oblivious if he tried.

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It was one of the Flames’ biggest charity events of the year, a fundraiser benefiting Alberta Children’s Hospital held at some ballroom downtown that Matthew couldn’t remember the name of. The crisp March air drifted through the open doors leading to the balcony, Matthew longingly looking out at the sparkling lights of Calgary below them. He didn’t usually mind these things, especially not when it was all going towards such a good cause, but that didn’t mean there weren’t places he’d rather be than trying desperately to stay awake as he listened to some business executive who never played a day of hockey beyond Junior B drone on about ‘quarterly income reports’ and ‘how hockey’s gotten so soft since your father’s days, Matthew.”. He sipped his champagne, mumbling a perfunctory “mm?” every once in a while as his eyes flitted across the room, hoping he could catch someone’s eyes who would pull him out of the conversation by making up some pseudo-emergency.

He came back to the conversation just in time to hear his name. “Sorry, could you repeat that?” Matthew said, clearing his throat.

“I was just wondering where your lovely wife had gone off to,” the man asked expectantly.

Matthew blinked a few times, confused, before realizing that he must be talking about Catriona. “Cat? I think she’s waiting in line at the bar for a refill.” After a few second’s pause, “She’s not my wife – I mean, we’re not married. We’ve been dating for,” he did the math in his head, “two years. Our anniversary was last month.”

The man shook his head in apology. “Sorry for that, I must have gotten you confused with your friend Johnny.” Johnny had gotten married not that long ago, but Catriona and Meredith didn’t really look much alike, so Matthew wasn’t sure where the confusion had come from.

“You’re good, no problem,” he muttered.

“Maybe you’ll be next though, eh?”

Matthew shot the other man a tight smile. “We’ll see.”

Maybe you’ll be next. The words played on repeat in Matthew’s head the rest of the night, when Cat came back from the bar with their drinks, when he was spinning her around on the dance floor, when he got his car from the valet and absentmindedly pulled out a twenty fto tip her. Did he just say that because he genuinely messed up? Did he see something? Did someone say something? It wasn’t like him and Cat had never talked about it before. They had, enough to know that they weren’t opposed to the whole idea, but that neither saw the need to be rushing down the aisle anytime soon. He could see things with Cat lasting…but marriage? That kind of forever, till-death-do-you-part commitment? That he wasn’t a hundred percent sure on.

Catriona could tell on their ten minute drive home that Matthew was in his head. He was quiet on the ride back, not ignoring her by any means, but he wasn’t really there, like there was something on his mind that she couldn’t exactly figure out. She had gotten good over the past few years at reading him – she didn’t know if there was anyone apart from his mother who could do it quite like her – but this was different. He was distracted, but it didn’t really seem like something was bothering him, and he didn’t seem overwhelmed. He just seemed…different. A little distant, but he opened her car door like he always did, and let her into the bathroom first so she could do her semi-elaborate skincare routine like he always did, so she put a pin in it, hoping she’d remember in the morning.

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It was the middle of May – the Flames had just beat the Stars to win the first round of playoffs, and had two days until the Oilers would descend on the Saddledome for the semifinals. Matthew was on the phone with his mom, who was flying out the next day with the whole Tkachuk family in tow. “You’ll be coming back to St. Louis whenever the season wraps up?” Chantal may have said it like a question, but Matthew knew that she wasn’t really asking.

“Mhm,” he confirmed. “Give it probably a week or so for me to finish things up here and say goodbye to the guys for the summer.”

“And how long does Cat think she’ll be able to get off of work for?” That was one of the things Matthew loved. It wasn’t even a question with his mom, or with the rest of his family. He loved Catriona, so they did too, and had welcomed her with open arms from the moment they met her for the first time.

Cat was a software engineer, her company offered generous benefits and time off but Matthew knew she’d have wanted to stay longer if she were able. “She thinks two weeks, probably sometime late June or early July. And I might fly back out for a week or so later in the summer just to get some more time with her.”

“WHIPPED!” Matthew heard Brady in the background of the call. “I’m on speaker?” he asked, sighing.

He could imagine his mom shrugging her shoulders. “I’m making dinner, my hands aren’t free. Brady, don’t make fun of your brother.”

“You’re one to talk, Brady,” Matthew said. “I love my girlfriend, so sue me.”

“Eh,” Brady said, “I know you two live together and all, but I think she might like me more than she likes you. Wouldn’t blame her.” Matthew could hear their mom whacking Brady with a towel.

Matthew just rolled his eyes. Honestly, that was one of the many wonderful things about Cat. She had the ability to make everyone around her feel so important, like they were the only person in the room. Whether it was him, his family, her friends – which she had a lot of, because she had such an infectious personality everyone wanted to be around her – her little cousins, who Matthew had met the summer before when they had flown out to Ireland for her family reunion. It was an hour and a half car ride from the airport in Dublin to her grandparents’ country house outside of Kilkenny, but Matthew’s eyes never left the scenery the whole drive there. Catriona had always been close with her grandparents (well, as close as you could be with an ocean and 4100 miles separating them) and he knew that she was nervous about introducing him. Especially doing so in what wasn’t exactly a low-stress environment, with twenty MacDaniels running around the property. But the whole family loved him the instant they saw how happy he made Cat, even if her grandfather Rory couldn’t understand for the life of him how Matthew made a living by hitting a piece of rubber on ice.

“Anyways,” Matthew said, trying to get back on topic, “Cat’s going to pick you up from the airport, we can get lunch together somewhere after morning skate’s finished. Sound good?”

Chantal hummed her agreement, a soft beep in Matthew’s ear letting him know she had taken him off speaker. “How are things going with you two?” It wasn’t like his mom needed to know every minute detail of their relationship, but she liked being given the occasional update.

“They’re going well. Really well,” Matthew replied. He paused for a minute, but Chantal could tell there was something he still wanted to say. “Something happened a few months ago. We were at a charity thing for the team, and someone I was talking to thought we were married – I don’t know if he got Cat confused with someone, or thought he saw a ring or what. It was a one-off comment, he probably didn’t mean anything by it, but I can’t stop thinking about what he said and I don’t know why.”

“Was it actually the fact that he said something that got you all in your head? Or was it what he said that got you thinking?”

Matthew wanted to slap himself on the forehead. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that. “Um, well, probably the second.”

“Are you thinking of proposing?” Matthew could almost hear her smile over the phone.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.” Matthew almost wanted to look around the living room, make sure that Catriona wasn’t anywhere within earshot, before he realized that it was noon on a weekday and she was at work. “I think I want to, but…Mom, I’m scared.” His voice wobbled as he perched on the edge of the couch.

“Do you not know if she’d say yes?”

“It’s not that,” he swallowed, “because I’m almost sure she would. I think I’m just a little scared of what it all means, you know? Like, what we’ve got going is good. It’s really good. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I know she loves me, and I think I’m worried that changing anything about what we have would, I don’t know, burst our bubble?” Once the words started flowing, Matthew didn’t think he could have stopped them if he wanted to. “I guess I’m just convinced that if I propose, the other shoe’s going to have to drop eventually. I’m just scared that we’ll get engaged, buy a house, start trying to settle down, and then I’ll get traded to Carolina, or Montreal, or God-knows-where, and she’s going to realize that this isn’t what she thought she was signing up for. She deserves stability, Mom, she deserves everything she’s ever wanted, and that could be taken away from her at any point. I just don’t want to run the risk of being the one to do that to her.”

“But have you ever considered that maybe you’re all she’s wanted?”

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Matthew was sitting on the loveseat in his living room back in Calgary, spending a few days with Catriona before hopping on another plane back to St. Louis, when Brad Treleving’s contact popped up on his phone. Matthew took a deep breath, settling into the chair before picking up the call. “Brad?” he asked by way of greeting.

“Matthew. How are you?” Matthew knew he was just asking to be polite. If he was calling about what Matthew thought he was, the pleasantries wouldn’t mean anything.

“Uh, fine,” he said. “Back in Calgary for a little, but headed to Missouri at the end of the week.”

“Good, good to hear. I’m glad you’re getting to spend time with your family.” He spoke almost distractedly. “Well, Matthew, I’m going to cut to the chase. You’ve been traded.”

Despite the fact that really, if Matthew was being honest, he knew the call was coming didn’t stop him from feeling like he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. “Oh.”

Brad continued. “We appreciate everything you’ve done for us up in Calgary, and I know you’ll be missed by the boys, everyone here in the front office, and the fans, but we felt it was in the best interest of the team for you to go elsewhere.” Ouch. In the best interest of the team for you to lose your top two players in a single offseason? Okay.

“Alright,” Matthew said gingerly. “Where…where am I going?” Please not Ottawa. Please not Ottawa. Please not Ottawa. He would never fucking hear the end of it if his little brother ended up being his captain.

“You’re going to Florida. Panthers, not Tampa Bay.” Matthew knew Brad had kept talking, thanking him again for how hard he had worked for the team, his leadership in the locker room, how Florida’s GM would be calling later that night, but he wasn’t processing any of it. All he could really grasp was how this was the exact fucking thing he told his mom he was afraid about, and how all the sudden he was being confronted with something he couldn’t run from, something he couldn’t even rationalize his way out of. He had no clue what Cat was going to say, what she was going to do, and that scared him to death.

He was broken out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of Cat’s key rattling in the door. “Okay, I brought back Chinese, hope that sounds good,” she called through the half-open door. She kicked it closed with the side of her foot before lifting her head, her eyes meeting Matthew’s from across the room. Her expression changed instantly when she saw his face. “Matty, what happened? Is everyone okay?” She dropped the bag of food on the floor with an unceremonious thump, not paying any attention to the crunch of fortune cookies as they hit the hardwood.

“I, uh, I got traded,” Matthew said, fiddling with his phone. “They’re sending me to Florida for Huberdeau and some other guys, I think, I kinda tuned out as soon as Brad said they were moving me.”

Catriona felt like the breath had been stolen from right out of her lungs. “Oh my God. Wow.” She sat down next to him, squeezing herself into the spare space on the loveseat. “How are you feeling about it?” Catriona knew that Matthew loved his team, that he loved playing in the Saddledome. But for how well she knew him, she had no clue what was going through his head. Matthew had told her before the trade deadline that he had heard some rumors flying around about him getting moved, and for any hockey player without an NTC a trade was always a possibility, but she never thought she had to take the gossip seriously.

Matthew’s hand wandered over to hers, where he gripped it like a lifeline. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m not sure if I ever saw myself playing here for my whole career, but I think part of that was just because that happens for so few players, and I didn’t really have a reason to think that I’d be the exception to the rule. But I had a great season, I was starting to step into a bigger role in the locker room – I didn’t expect to be given the C next year, but I think we both thought it might happen,” Cat nodded, “so getting traded really wasn’t something that was at the forefront of my mind.” A solid minute passed between them in silence until Matthew spoke again, sounding much more apprehensive than before. “And I’m worried about what this means for us.”

Cat furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

“You have a job you love, your family’s here, your whole life is in Calgary.” She was starting to look concerned, so Matthew hastily continued. “I want you with me. Obviously, I want you with me. I want to be wherever you are. But it just seems so selfish of me to ask you to leave your home to come with me while I chase my dream, when who knows if we’d have to pack up and move states after a year or two?

“Matthew,” she said softly, “you are my home. This life, with you, this is my dream. Calgary is where I live, and of course there’s so many things I love about it here, but there’s nothing I can’t live without. We can fly back and visit people, I can FaceTime my parents. I can make new friends in Florida. Matty, I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” she added after a moment. “You’re pretending like you’re not losing anything or giving up anything either. You’re leaving guys who have become your brothers, a team and a city who’ve loved you since you were drafted. And don’t deny that Alberta winters have grown on you.”

Matthew gave a watery smile. “Negative ten degrees walking across the street to get coffee in March? I think Miami might have Calgary beat in the weather department.”

Cat laughed. “We’ll agree to disagree on that one. But see, Matthew, everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay. Matthew, wherever you are, I’ll be there right beside you. We’re a team. I know you might think that this is unfair to me, but I promise I knew what I was signing up for when you asked me to be your girlfriend. I knew it wouldn’t all be playoff jackets and parties and getting to put on Santa hats and deliver Christmas presents to children’s hospitals. And when we moved in together, made that kind of decision, I knew how serious of a commitment we were making. I love you, Matthew. I want to be with you. Whether that takes us to Miami, or Boston, or if you find your true passion playing second-tier hockey in Slovakia, I’ll be right there by your side. Because that’s what you do for people you love.”

“How do you always know what to say?” Matthew asked, letting out a shaky breath.

“It’s a gift,” Catriona said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple before standing up. “Let me go plate up the food, I’ll be back in a minute.”

He squeezed her hand before she left. Suddenly, every apprehension he had had, every but what if vanished as the realization of what he had to do physically took his breath away. But this time, he wasn’t scared. He picked up his phone from the side table, went to Google, and typed in two words. Ones that if he was being honest with himself, he was ready for months ago, but hadn’t realized until now. Engagement rings.

#hockey imagines #hockey writing #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl writing #matthew tkachuk imagine #Matthew Tkachuk #matthew tkachuk writing

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everyonehasthoughts · 8 months

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To continue Charlie Hockey I have this AU where he plays hockey all through his life in the scrappiest way, like in my mind he mostly learned to play in neighborhood matches, like ball hockey with anything they could get their hands on and sticks they probably stole from those people that always leave them outside. Then in the winter he'd use makeshift rinks probably with someone's hose in an empty lot or backyard or in a rec center with rented skates or like the cheapest pair his mom could buy when he was younger that are definitely too small now and definitely not the necessary at all, probably nothing. I can see him in lots of different positions but I mostly like the idea of him being left wing and definitely a pest (always instigating and distracting opposing players and playing more then a little dirty because he's small and fast and not strong enough to be a brute) especially when he gets to highschool and manages to actually score himself a place on the team because he's a good little player even if he doesn't look the type and using shitty old equipment that's been sitting in the sports closet for years until he gets a job and manages to scrape together enough money to slowly start buying a couple things.

#this au also has a sub facet of chwrlie being popular in hs #kind of #because he deserves it #charlie kelly #its always sunny in philadelphia #charlie kelly plays hockey

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iceflwers · 12 days

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𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Casper William Mallory.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Cas, Cazzy (by the team only), Cassie (by close friends only), Spitfire, Fight Club, Mallory, babe (by Jamie only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: August 1st, 2001 (Leo).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently), Spanish (not fluently), German (curse words only), Czech (curse words only), Russian (curse words only), Swedish (curse words only).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male (he/him pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Defenseman for the Philadelphia Flyers.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Tom Holland.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor (brave, chivalrous, daring).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ISTP - The Virtuoso (diligent, authentic, unapologetic).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Eight - The Challenger (self-confident, confrontational, protective).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Words of affirmation for receiving, acts of service for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Hockey, fighting, first aid, playing piano, giving pep talks, quickly coming up with insults, endurance, making people laugh when they don’t want to, knitting.

— ❥ LIKES: A good fight, pissing his opponents off on the ice, rock music, coffee with an obscene amount of sugar, dogs, spending time with his teammates, cussing people out in a language they don’t speak, rainy days, celebrating with his team on the ice after a goal or a win.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Being left alone with his thoughts, talking to his parents, media interviews, people hurting his teammates or siblings, having to get up early, being forced to dance, any kind of tea, not being able to play, people who wear neon clothing, getting blood in his mouth, cop procedural shows, people who ask stupid questions, people being dicks, exclusionists in the queer community, small and yapping dogs.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Becoming a father someday and messing up the way his parents did, people thinking he’s weak because of his mental health problems, his teammates or family deciding he’s too much work and leaving him, losing Jamie for any reason, drowning, spiders.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Emily Foster (mother, estranged), Brian Mallory (father, estranged), Briar Mallory (older sister), Daniel Mallory (younger brother).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Joel Farabee, Travis Konecny, Morgan Frost, Erik Johnson.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Philadelphia Flyers roster, Trevor Zegras, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Drew O’Connor.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Kelly Moorcroft (first crush), Trisha Woods (ex-girlfriend), Yara Greene (ex-girlfriend), Elliott Bingley (brief fling), Sonya Lovett (ex-girlfriend), Leah Shirley (brief fling), Darcy Ellerman (brief fling), Cyndi Harden (brief fling), Jamie Drysdale (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ While Casper does take medication for his anxiety and recognizes that he needs it - even if he hates to tell anyone about it - he can sometimes forget to take it. Usually one of his siblings will text him around the time he needs to take them as just a little reminder, and after he and Jamie get together, Jamie takes up reminding duties as well.

— ❥ Casper has exactly eleven scars that he’s gained specifically from fights on the ice in general, and six of them are from fights during his NHL career. He’s pretty proud of all of them, even if it wasn’t always so fun getting them, and he always shows off the one on his jaw that he got during a brawl with Matthew Tkachuk, because he’s insanely proud of winning a fight against one of the league’s biggest pests.

— ❥ Despite being a pretty young player, Casper has already gained a reputation as one of the surliest players in the league when it comes to media. There are many YouTube compilations of him being short and closed-off in interviews and snapping back at reporters or making snide comments to them or about other players, and it’s well-known throughout the league that he refuses to act in any commercials.

— ❥ Casper has been a big fan of Nirvana since he was young, and any collaborative playlist among his teammates, siblings, or friends is bound to have a few songs on it courtesy of him. His favorite song is “Heart-Shaped Box,” but he also listens to “You Know You’re Right” when he needs to let out his stress or anger and have a good cry.

— ❥ Casper has only had one panic attack while still in an arena at any time surrounding a game - when his mom texted him out of the blue after his first game with the Flyers, telling him he’d done well. He’d found an empty room to have the attack in and never told anyone about it, and to this day he’s still nervous about his teammates finding out.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

#౨ৎ ─┈ oc profiles !#‧₊˚✩ ─┈ casper !#casper mallory #oc profile #rpf oc #nhl oc #nhl x oc #jamie drysdale x oc

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corbincarroll · 1 year

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Hi! I see you talk about your current reads and I wondered if you'd be willing to recs some favs? Sports romances maybe?

yes of course!! i looove sports romances and also recommending books so here’s some recent faves 🫶

⭐️ = my special faves

📚 = ones i haven’t read but have heard good things

hockey

⭐️ iced out - college hockey romance, two players who hated each other growing up end up at the same college and whoops they won after hooking up at a party, guess they have to keep up the superstition so they keep winning

power plays & straight a’s (cu #1) - college hockey romance, brother’s best friend where the hockey player is trying to earn an nhl contract at the end of the season while captaining the team to a championship, while his twin brother asks him to look out for his awkward best friend who just moved to his college for grad school

face offs & cheap shots (cu #2) - college hockey romance, two teammates who have never seen eye to eye are up against each other for the captaincy, they do a bunch of stupid competitions and become closer

⭐️ goal lines & first times (cu #3) - college hockey romance, with hidden identities, the hockey player is coming to terms with his sexuality using a dating app, and the other guy is the twin brother from the first book who doesn’t like hockey, sick of being compared to his hockey player twin with ace/demi rep

⭐️ line mates & study dates (cu #4) - college hockey romance, where the hockey player is struggling to help his older brother raise their younger siblings after their parents die, and therefore, he needs tutoring to keep his grades up and conveniently the coach’s son is very smart and is also the equipment manager for the team, and they shouldn’t do anything for a variety of reasons, but a reward system for good grades seems to work

puck drills & quick thrills (cu #5) - college hockey adjacent romance, the hockey player hating professor meets the assistant hockey coach who is raising his younger siblings (see previous book) after giving up his nhl contract, they fake date for a high school reunion, obviously they must fall in love

📚 consider me (playing for keeps #1) - pro hockey romance (vancouver), he’s a playboy, she doesn’t want to get hurt

📚 play with me (playing for keeps #2) - pro hockey romance (vancouver), best friend (and captain’s) little sister who really likes sex toys (?)

powerless (chesnut springs #3) - pro hockey romance (vancouver), childhood infatuation on her part turned pining on both their parts like 18 years later, she’s about to marry someone else but that falls apart so he rescues her and then his bff goes missing overseas and now he needs the rescuing. also, he’d a goalie!

⭐️ isn’t it bromantic (bromance book club #3) - pro hockey (nashville) childhood besties to marriage of convenience, he wants to use what he learns from romance novels to convince her to give their relationship a real shot, she’s running from the past

📚 mile high (windy city #1) - pro hockey (chicago), he’s the resident pest on the team, she’s the flight attendant on the team plane with both a personal and professional rule against hooking up with athletes and they do not get along

⭐️ season’s change (trade season #1) - pro hockey (dc), veteran hockey player wants to start fresh on his new team and gets a rookie roommate who is dedicated to his craft, and they continue to get closer even though neither of them can afford a distraction

⭐️ contract season (trade season #2) - pro hockey (nashville), the hockey player just broke up with his boyfriend because he doesn’t want to come out, the country artist performer at a wedding he attends catches his eye and they sleep together before he ghosts him, unfortunately they get outed, and must fake a relationship to deal with the press

too much man (firebirds #1) - pro hockey adjacent, he’s just retired and is looking to leave town soon, while she owns a queer friendly coffee shop and has no time for a personal life, friends with benefits is obviously the only solution

📚 hat trick hearts (thunderclap #1) - pro hockey (tampa bay), an mmfm grouping, they all had a history together in college but are reunited now on tampa bay’s team, she’s digging for inspiration for her newest romance novel and wondering how they could all fit back together

📚 game changer series

📚 puckboys series

baseball

📚 don’t you dare - college baseball romance, after they’re dared to kiss at a party these besties can’t stop crossing lines they never thought they would cross

bromance book club (bromance book club #1) - pro baseball (nashville) their marriage is in trouble, and it turns out she’s been faking it in bed for years, and when she asks for a divorce he turns to an unlikely source for help: a book club of men use romance novels to help their relationships.

basketball

📚 the right move (windy city #2) - pro basketball (chicago), best friend’s sister turned roommates turned fake dating with a side of a horrible ex bf and a petty team gm

football

fair catch (red zone rivals #1) - brother’s best friend turned roommates at school, where they’re both on the football team, he’s a kick returner and she’s the kicker, there’s a lot of trouble in their past but the close proximity is blurring all the lines

📚 the rest of the red zone rivals

📚 playbooks series

#asks #anonymous #anyway these are what i could think of off the top of my head #im sure there’s more #also if anyone wants nonsports romances i’ve got so many recs

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mainlypastrnaksbae AO3 Masterlist

So this is definitely not because I'm procrastinating. ANYWAY, here are all my AO3 fics organized by pairing for your convenience.

Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand

Honey, I Adopted a College Student ~ Newly married and just having moved into a house of their own (a feat years, if not a decade in the making), Patrice and Brad were just starting to settle into their new town. They both fell in love with Amherst, Massachusetts. It wasn’t close to Boston by any means, but neither of them needed to be - or wanted to be - close to the city. And Amherst wasn’t Boston, but it was still busy. It was the biggest town in the county and it was home to not one but two colleges. Amherst College with its student body of just around 1,800 and University of Massachusetts Amherst with its overall population of just under 24,000 students. There was plenty to do in Amherst, Massachusetts and Patrice and Brad loved it.

Adventures in Captaincy ~ There was not a word in the English (or French; Brad knows, he looked) dictionary to describe just how much Brad Marchand was in love. No combination of two words, not even a made up word would cover it. Brad had tried, Pasta had tried, even fucking Z had tried and he hadn’t been witness to Brad’s shenangins in over two years. Nothing. Their three brains could not come up with a single word. Things were starting to feel hopeless.

Are They...? ~ “Krej,” Monty said as he walked into the equipment room.

“Hey, coach,” Krej smiled. He turned away from the stacks of tape he was looking through to give Monty his full attention. “What’s up?”

“This is gonna sound weird,” Monty sighed. “But Bergy and Marchy. Are they…?”

Monty finds out his two best players are married

Anger Management ~ “I am too,” Patrice cupped the side of Brad’s face with his hand and traced his jawline. “Do you need to take your anger out?”

Brad sighed and looked back down. There were only a handful of nights he could recall that Patrice had asked him that question.

4 Times Marchy Slept on Bergy's Couch + 1 Time he Slept in His Bed ~ “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nice to see you too, Pat,” Marchy retorted, gently pushing past him into the apartment. “Do you mind if I use your air conditioner?”

“You know you’re always welcome over here,” Bergy said as he closed and locked the door. “But just one question, did you seriously walk over here in the rain?”

Young, Dumb, and Drunk ~ “I’ll go get refills.”

“Shit."

Bergy and Marchy share a drunk bro kiss on the road in Philly

A Series of Stupid Decisions ~ Brad Marchand was famous for making stupid decisions. Licking Ryan Callahan had to be at the top of the list. He never had the best self control in the world and when he got too caught up in the heat of the moment things could go extremely downhill just as fast. He was a pest, sure, and he was really good at it, but he had a real problem with self sabotage. And it always had a habit of rearing its ugly head at the worst times.

Patrice Bergeron Presents: How to Remove a Pest ~ “Yeah that’s right,” one of the Wings players chirped.

“Ignore him,” Bergy said, leaning into Marchy’s ear.

“Gotta get your boyfriend to get you outta trouble.”

Fuck.

My Best Bro ~ His affection for Bergy didn’t end once they left the ice, though. It followed them once they left and went back to the locker room. Hell, it even followed him out of the rinks and back to their apartments. Brad was, unequivocally, the fiercest defender Patrice had. And Bergy knew that, he really appreciated it too. He just wished Brad wouldn’t be so… easily provoked.

Let Me be Your Fire ~ “Patrice, you and Brad Marchand obviously have one of the best relationships in the NHL,” the reporter (Patrice had forgotten his name the second he said it) said, starting another question. “What is it, specifically, that you love about him?”

Patrice huffed a breathless laugh before answering, “You know he’s… he’s a really great hockey player. He teaches me something every time we play together.”

Brad stood still at the door. He couldn’t fight the empty feeling starting to sink into his chest.

Seeing Red ~ I mean really, the National Hockey should have known by now that touching Patrice Bergeron in front of Brad Marchand was going to end up with gloves and sticks and maybe teeth flying. Even if whatever hit or jab was clean, Marchy would still be going into rabid animal mode. It was just science at this point.

Something in the Orange Tells me We're Not Done ~ It was no secret that Brad was a menace to play against. It was also no secret that, publicly, Marchy took pride in being a pest. Bergy’s was the only opinion he really valued. At least, that’s what he had always thought before that dull ache settled into his chest. The empty one that spread to his fingers and toes and made him want to curl up in a hole and die.

Charlie McAvoy/Matt Grzelcyk

Minors and Majors ~ The Grzelcyk family reunion was running late. It always ran late. Matt was just happy that his parents were hosting this year. The already small backyard of their Charlestown triple decker was packed with family members. Matt had claimed a spot right by the back door, making his escape into the house and subsequently up the stairs behind the locked door of his childhood bedroom that much easier.

His ringtone going off was just the saving grace. He made a big show of pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending the ringtone going off was a call from Bruce instead of a text from Charlie.

Sergeant McAvoy ~ Base security drove Matt crazy. The last thing he wanted to do after a rough loss was pull out every form of identification known to man. And if there was a new person at the gate that didn’t recognize him he needed to go through the whole rigamarole about who he was and explain that, yes, Marines can in fact have husbands.

Baby it's Cold Outside ~ It was a full force blizzard at this point. Matt leaned into the wind and kept walking, fighting against the burning in his lungs. He wheezed and leaned against a building for support. What was he doing out here? He didn’t know how to get back home on foot, hell he didn’t even know where in Brooklyn he was. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. It was totally useless. The snow was so heavy and thick he wouldn’t be able to see anything no matter how close to him it was.

Charlie McAvoy's Ryan Reynolds Obsession ~ Ryan’s new movie started filming in Boston right down the street from the Garden. Charlie had passed the film set on his way into one of the games and almost drove into oncoming traffic. He’d thundered into the locker room and announced loudly to everyone that the love of his life was right down the street.

Give In ~ “I’m Matt,” the man said, extending a hand. “I’m gonna be working with you on your physical therapy.”

“Charlie,” Charlie introduced himself. “Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

Stars Collide ~ Matt felt safe in Charlie’s embrace, like he always did. Especially when he threw a leg over Charlie’s thighs, holding him even closer. It took a while for Charlie to clear his throat and shift awkwardly, pulling his hips away from Matt’s.

“What, do I smell or something?” Matt quipped before he could run through all the possibilities for why Charlie would pull away.

“It’s, uh, it’s not that."

Sic Semper Tyrannis ~ Say what you will about Americans, but they loved a sex scandal. No matter what century it was. There were countless polling numbers that could back that statement up, not to mention all the examples from recent history. As long as there had been politics in America there had been sex scandals. So when Matt Grzelcyk was elected forty seventh President of the United States he was determined to keep his administration as clean as he possibly could. He just didn’t plan on the young reporter from CNN.

Hampus Lindholm/David Pastrnak

Christmas at the Krejci's ~ A lot of people had seasonal depression but David’s was different. He spent a lot of time thinking about his dad this time of year. And when he broke into the league Krejci had taken him under his wing and really acted as a father figure. Now that Krej was back in Boston and playing on a line with Pasta the two of them were visibly happier.

Twitch ~ He made himself comfortable, folding his legs beneath him as he watched. He genuinely had no idea what was going on so he kept his eyes on David. He’d been in loungewear all day, only putting on a beanie, a tank top (one that showed off his full sleeve and drove Hampus absolutely insane), and a pair of gray sweatpants. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world but to Hampus he was absolutely perfect.

Four Points Means Four Orgasms ~ It was a six hour flight from Anaheim to Boston and they had three more hours to go. Hampus could not keep his eyes off David. After the win most of the guys were too amped up to sleep. The sight of Marchy dancing around with Wagner’s tie tied around his head was an entertaining one to say the least, but the only thing Hampus had eyes for was the blond boy with the ear to ear smile on his face sitting diagonally from him. Hampus could feel the excitement and just pure happiness radiating off of him. He couldn’t wait to get them back to their Boston apartment. He had been formulating a plan and ignoring whatever Pavel Zacha was saying for the past twenty minutes.

David Pastrnak and the Intimidating Makeup Bag ~ “Do you want to watch me?” she asked. David nodded excitedly. She smiled and patted the seat beside her. David sat down and rested his hands in his lap as he watched. He was fascinated at how she used the products in front of her. He had never watched someone do their makeup before and he was absolutely fascinated.

Promise (I Never Forgot You) ~ The Swedes and the Czechs both had what they lovingly referred to as secret weapons up their sleeves. Sweden had this defenseman who was absolutely lights out. Despite the fact that he was seventeen he was able to throw his body around on the ice like someone much older than him. And Czechia had this forward, an absolute star. He was sixteen but, shit, he could play.

vous aves du feu ~ “Sorry,” he mumbled, glancing down to the dirtied ashtray. “Just… couldn’t help myself I guess. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s alright,” Hampus said, rubbing David’s shoulder, his fingers dipping beneath his unbuttoned shirt. David couldn’t help but feel he had something else to say though. “Just…”

“Just what?” David’s voice shook as he asked the question. His mind was starting to race the way it always did whenever Hampus had something planned.

“Remember what I said the last time you smoked?”

Man After Midnight ~ “I have a favor I need to ask of you,” Hampus said softly as he played with David’s fingers, their hands joined together on the white table cloth.

“Anything,” David said as he put his wine glass down, smiling at Hampus through the dim lighting of the restaurant.

“Will you cancel your plans for the next two days?”

You Can Touch, You Can Play ~ “What have you been thinking about? Specifically?”

“Well there’s that one lyric,” Hampus said, shifting his gaze from the tiled floor to David’s face.

“Which one?” David asked, swallowing thickly. He knew where this was going.

“I can act like a star,” Hampus began, cupping the side of David’s face. “I can beg on my knees.”

Come Back to Me Now, Darling ~ The thing is… David didn’t mean to fall in love. But he had six foot four of platinum haired Swedish defenseman in front of him so, like, what else was he supposed to do? Not fall in love? Un-fucking-likely.

Take Me to Church ~ Hampus loved watching him squirm. David would start shifting his weight a little bit but that wasn’t enough for his boyfriend. Hampus wanted him to react, to almost lose it and then bring him back in.

When Hampus discovered David’s thing for manspreading he was like a kid on Christmas morning who just opened the newest XBox or Playstation.

Medically Prescribed Cuddles ~ “Do you know what’s up with Pasta? He loves mini golf, did he say anything to you?”

“He probably has a migraine,” Krej shrugged nonchalantly. Hampus blinked at him. “He gets them a lot. I was going to go over to his place after this and check on him.”

“Oh,” Hampus nodded, staring at a spot over Krej’s shoulder as he thought. “Do you mind if I come with you?”

“You know what,” Krej said, a sly smile on his face that was almost imperceptible. “Why don’t you go instead of me.”

Miles and Miles Left to go ~ Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins long after the final buzzer sounded. He was wired on the plane ride home, collecting pats on the back and congratulations from the guys the entire time. He was still turning the puck over in his hands, almost not believing he’d finally reached the fifty goal benchmark.

Upon opening his phone after taking care of the usual post game business he found at least two hundred text messages and voicemails and Instagram notifications. There were only a few he had eyes for, though. The ones from Bergy and Marchy congratulating him and promising him a nice dinner the following night. And the one from Hampus. It was a simple message but he knew exactly what it meant.

Bloody Knuckles ~ “He hit you,” Hampus mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I had to.”

“Hampus, I get hit all the time,” David sighed. “What was so different about this time?”

“I don’t wanna repeat it,” Hampus said, looking down at his feet. David cupped his jaw and tilted his head up to look at him. “He called you a…”

Memories in Ink ~ Pasta had this tattoo. A full sleeve on his right arm. One of Lindy’s favorite things to do when they were relaxing at the end of a long day was trace the lines of ink decorating his skin.

“I kinda wanna get a tattoo,” he said, shifting his head so his chin was resting on his chest.

“Really?” David asked, his face lighting up with a smile. Lindy nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said. “I love yours and I want one of my own.”

David Krejci/Adam McQuaid

Nap Corners ~ As one of the premier heavyweight fighters in the league not many people expected to find Adam McQuaid cozied up to locker room quiet guy David Krejci. And yet that’s exactly what was found in one of the TD Garden’s many nap corners. Those nap corners had been set up a long time ago and you could only find them if you knew what you were looking for and where you were looking for it.

The Glory Days ~ The initial reason he had come up to the box was to escape the pre-game chaos. Everyone was excited about celebrating his thousandth game and a few (Pasta, namely) were determined to get him to crack a smile. After Nick had joked about gifting him a pulse in the Christmas video Sophia did, it had been a running gag in the locker room. David was half convinced there were bets going around about whether or not he was going to show emotion in the ceremony before puck drop. All told, it was loud in the locker room and David needed to get away.

Sunday Morning Plans ~ “Hey,” Adam said after depositing his gear in its designated spot in the garage. “The team is doing a family skate tomorrow morning, do you want to go with me? You don’t have to, I know you don’t like being cold but-”

“Adam,” David said gently, stopping his rambling before it started. “I would love to go with you. I can’t promise I’ll be very fun, but as long as I’m with you I don’t care.”

Jeremy Swayman/Linus Ullmark

Room 339, Vancouver ~ “You fucking did it, you son of a bitch!” he laughed, letting himself spin around before going in for their normal goalie hug. Linus picked up his hat and pressed it into his chest. “Holy shit, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Tell me about it in the locker room."

Save it For a Rainy Day ~ “Let’s go dance in the rain,” Jeremy smiled widely, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Linus closed his eyes, put his phone down, and hesitated before looking at his love.

“What?” he asked, blinking twice and fixing his gaze to Jeremy.

“Come on!” Jeremy exclaimed. He took three wide steps over to the bed and grabbed Linus’s hand, trying to pull him to his feet. “I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain.”

can't complain about much these days (i believe we'll be okay) ~ Somewhere along the line their cuddles became celebratory in addition to calming or grounding. It made sense, really, their go to on ice celebration was the big over dramatic hug that everyone, not just Bruins fans, had grown to love. So why wouldn’t that physical affection carry over into their office celebration?

Hopelessly Devoted ~ Jeremy felt like he was floating in space with nothing tying him down. Aimlessly drifting the cosmos until someone or something found him. He had felt that way for a while. Sure he had friends and family but he was craving something… more. A deeper connection. He wanted to feel anchored no matter where he was.

Linus was not what Jeremy expected to see when he opened his eyes.

i'm starving, darling (let me put my lips to something) ~ “Sit,” he said, pointing to one of the fluffy arm chairs. Jeremy suppressed a whine. Ully had to know what he was doing. There was no way he didn’t. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

“It’s really nothing,” Jeremy said, shaking his head and staring at Linus’s feet. “I’m just in my own head about some things. It’s not a big deal, I just need to think everything through.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ully asked, ducking his head as he tried to catch Sway’s eye. “Come on, Jer. Open up to me.”

Okay. He had to know.

Sway has suppressed his need to be submissive for so long and he can't deal with it anymore

Brandon Carlo/Trent Frederic

4 Times Brandon Asked for a Hug + 1 Time Trent Asked for One ~ Hug

verb (used with object), hugged, hug·ging. 1.) to clasp tightly in the arms, especially with affection; embrace. 2.) to cling firmly or fondly to; cherish

Mine to Mark ~ “What?” Brandon asked, wheeling around. He jumped up from the couch and walked over to Trent. He opened his mouth to say something about Jeremy almost getting in a fight before he caught sight of the red mark blooming on Trent’s neck. He poked it and said, “What the fuck is that?”

Trent goes out and gets a hickey and Brandon gets possessive

Unadulterated ~ The buzzer sounded, the fans roared, and Dirty Water started to play. He had essentially Pavloved himself with that song, ever since Lake Tahoe. Bergy had quietly slipped him a pair of headphones on the plane ride back and he’d listened to it until he knew it word for word. And since the beginning of the season he and Brandon would always share a less than PG-13 moment in the showers after the game. He associated the music with good times, good company, and even better feelings.

'Till the Walls Come Caving in (You'll be Mine) ~ “Is something going on between you and Trent?” Nick asked point blank. Brandon cringed internally and sat down hard in his stall. Nick perched next to him and waited patiently. “Bambi, you can tell me if something's going on.”

“I know,” Brandon sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “We’ve, uh, been doing some stuff together.”

long live the reckless and the brave ~ Trent’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his day. He trudged down the hallway, dragging his feet a little bit as he went. Exhaustion was pulling him downward, tempting him to just curl up right there and take a nap like a feral cat on a stoop. But he could see the front door from where he was. Just a couple more feet.

Miscellaneous

I Can't do This Without You (Debrusk/McAvoy) ~ “JD,” he said steadily. Jake kept pushing his food around his plate. “Jake. Look at me.”

Jake listened, looking over at him. His blue eyes weren’t shining like they usually were. A frown pulled at the corners of Charlie’s mouth. He reached over and patted his shoulder before standing up, turning on his heel, and walking out of the player lounge.

missing piece of me (Pastrnak & Krejci) ~ “I’ll… I’ll talk to you later, Pasta,” Krej said, standing up. Pasta nodded, a blank look on his face as he kept his eyes trained to the table in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a silent tear slip from his eyes and trail down his cheek as Krej leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

The feeling of emptiness settled into his chest as he heard the bell on the door jingle as it opened and closed. Krej was gone.

Trade Season Sucks (Forbort/Clifton) ~ Washington Capitals trading Garnet Hathaway and Dimitry Orlov to the Boston Bruins for Craig Smith, Connor Clifton, Jakub Zboril, and draft picks. More details to come.

Derek Forbort can't lose his defensive partner

I Won't Tell if You Won't (Lindholm/Lysell) ~ He leaned against the back wall and just observed. This was his first development camp with the Bruins so he was taking his opportunity to see just what he was going to be getting into. His eyes landed on a table in the corner. He recognized John Beecher instantly, but the blond boy sitting across from him got his attention. He tilted his head as he studied the way they interacted. Beech would say something that made the blond boy laugh, the blond boy would respond in kind.

Montreal Makes People Make Bad Decisions (Bergeron/Krejci) ~ Patrice had downed a few shots and some fruity drink handed to him by Looch. But the problem was Patrice was a bit of a lightweight. He could hold his own against the boys but after he had a few shots in his system he became rather unpredictable. And going down on one of the quieter, newer members of the locker room was unpredictable for sure. However he wouldn’t mind if it became predictable.

Czech Mates (Pastrnak/Zacha/Krejci) ~ Right before he left the Devils Miles Wood had caught his elbow and told him to keep an eye out. It wasn’t uncommon for players to… welcome their new teammates or linemates in a less than conventional way. Zacha had brushed him off, saying that there was no way that was a real thing. Wood had just raised an eyebrow and reiterated his warning.

It was around right now that he was wishing he’d listened.

Kinktober

2022

#patrice bergeron #brad marchand #matt grzelcyk #charlie mcavoy #hampus lindholm #david pastrnak #david krejci #adam mcquaid #jeremy swayman #linus ullmark #brandon carlo #trent frederic #jake debrusk #fabian lysell #ao3 fanfic #ao3 masterlist

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its-taeil-time · 2 years

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Lee Donghyuck

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature

✧ total: 40 ✧

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one-shots

pussy fiend [68.9k] ☁︎☽

part one [28.2k]

part two [40.7k]

➥ college!au, roommate!au, enemies to friends with benefits to lovers

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romancing [23.7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, podcast!au, enemies to lovers

running a romance advisory podcast with lee donghyuck means clashing and feuding with him because you’re too hopeless while he’s too realistic. practically everyone in campus listens to it, which is why you have no idea that your co-host has started asking the show for love advice since he’s fallen for someone. for all you know, lee donghyuck does not fall in love, but you don’t know what’s changed.

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uncertainty. [10.2k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, kinda pest!haechan

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the thing about dating [7k] ☁︎

➥ college!au, architecture student!haechan, star hockey player!haechan, barista!reader, strangers to lovers

❝ well, it’s not every day a cute jock comes up to you during your shift and offers to walk you to your place. and, for the second time, this is not a date. ❞

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i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!) [5.2k] ☁︎

➥ part of the not clickbait series, youtuber!au, best friends to lovers

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my youth [5k] ☁︎☽

➥ newly presented alpha!haechan, omega!reader, a/b/o

“How could I ever forget the omega that made me pop my first knot? Most embarrassing summer of my life.” Jeno groans rubbing a hand over his face.

“You mean we popped our firsts knots. Most embarrassing summer of our lives.” Jaemin adds on shaking his own head. “I still think about that white bikini when I’m beating off. Maybe I should hit her up since she’s back?”

“Doesn’t sound like a good idea..” Haechan mutters gazing out his bedroom window, watching you towel dry your hair.

“You still holding on to that crush dude? You know an omega like that only goes for alphas. You don’t stand a chance.”

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payback [4.9k] ☽

➥ brat!haechan, brat!reader, ft. brat tamer!mark

when you and hyuck take teasing mark a bit too far, he puts you both in your places.

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change your mind yet? [4.6k] ☽

➥ enemies to lovers-esque

you’re going to kill him. you swear, you’re going to kill him. how did liu yangyang accidentally tell lee donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive.)

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reluctant [3.8k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, fake dating!au, friends to lovers

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in the cards [3.7k] ☁︎☽

➥ virgin!haechan, virgin!reader, best friends to lovers

Best friend Haechan wants you to read his tarot

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i dare you. [3.2k] ☁︎✶

➥ college!au, best friends to lovers

truth: do you like me? dare: prove it.

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motivation [3.2k] ☽

➥ gamer bf!haechan, voyeurism, ft. gamer!jeno

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clueless [2.4k] ☁︎☽

➥ best friend!haechan with a corruption kink

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the bet [2.2k] ☽

➥ ice hockey player!haechan, exhibitionism, friends to lovers

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touch [2k] ☁︎☽

➥ alien!haechan

“We’ve been seeing each other for six weeks now. I should have ended it sooner. She’s getting touchier, her hand travels further up my leg. Kisses turn into full blown make out sessions that end in her riding my thigh. I have to break up with her. It’s too hard. I really liked this one…”

Your boyfriend Haechan’s hiding a big secret. One slip of a touch reveals it all.

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impulse [1.5k] ☁︎☽

➥ bf!haechan

saying i love you for the first time during the heat of the moment doesn’t really count... right?

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dating 101 [678] ☁︎

➥ (wannabe) badboy!haechan

“you’re not very intimidating”

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nice to meet you, soulmate [???] ☁︎

➥ soulmate!au, strangers (?) to lovers

it was your forgetfulness that nearly cost you your grades - however, it was forgetfulness that led him to you.

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series

nothing yet.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

aftercare ☁︎☽ (suggestive)

soft nsfw headcanons ☁︎☽

soft dom!haechan ☽

hard dom!haechan ☽

mean dom!haechan ☽

breeding kink!haechan ☽

how experienced he is ☽

eaten out in an alley ☽

overstim ☽

pierced tongue!mc ☽

letting him ‘practice’ on you ☽

roommate!haechan ☽

stop teasing me so much + first one to make a noise loses + of you can’t sleep... then how about we have sex? ☽

turning haechan on by.. doing literally nothing? ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing (dream version) ☁︎

platonic kissing (127 version) ☁︎

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#nct #nct au #kpop #nct fanfic #nct haechan #haechan #lee haechan #nct lee haechan #nct donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct lee donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream

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ducknotinarow · 8 months

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[Foot Clan AU] 2k12 Karai Casey - #

| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

"And what makes you think you can just look through my phone? Fine. Not like you find anything it's not related to anything with the clan anyway."

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

'Cae'

"Casey was annoying when we were kids" She pauses a moment and moves to change her wording. "Caseys always been annoying even when we were kids. He started to call me Rai so to get on my nevers why he thought it would I don't know. Not like it worked." It did. "So I figured if I was Rai, then he was Cae. And well I guess it just kind of stuck for me to keep with the nickname? Sure I still call him by name, but i'll admit when Shredder and such aren't around or its just us, he quickly goes back to being Cae to me. Don't think much on it."

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[image description] It's a quick shot taken just as Casey seems aware of a camera on him. There is an ice rink behind him, a few hockey players can be see in the distance. Casey seems to have a faint smile on his face even as hes catching Karai taking said photo of them. Of course she would deny it and tell him she was simply seeing if she had any bars. Claiming she was bored, but it wasn't a good lie for once.

"Sometimes the three of us just sneak out to get away from the compound. It drives Shredder mad when ever we do, claims he doesn't want anything happening to us. Which is why I point out I brought Casey along for a reason. In truth it just feel so damn cramped in that place at times. Like i'm suffocating. Don't get me wrong sometimes I get a kick out of how the foot soldiers seem to sweat and shake at the mere thought of getting on my bad side, because they fear" she gives a roll of her eyes "dear old dad." The word come out bitterly before she continues to talk.

"Not when I with them however, I don't get hockey in truth I can follow the basic rules at least but well. It makes Casey happy." She smiles a little "I know Casey got it pretty tough" She just never fully knew the extent "And well sure hes annoying, and a pest a lot. Always hanging around to annoy me cause he just can..doesn't mean I don't feel he should get a break himself time to time."

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Big by Betty Who

If legends are loud and built to stand out Guess that's who I'm meant to be Ten feet tall and I'm proud of it

"Cause Casey's a gaint and take up space clearly." She wont say the real reason and normally for these one I have just been letting the charter talk. But I feel this needs explanation so imma expose her here today. When picking these ring tones its meant to be a song that makes the my muse think of your for one reason or another. I just really feel this song fits well for Casey in this AU. Because Casey in a sense is made to feel sorry for being who he is because of Shredder. Karai is one who sort of falls for how Casey portrayals himself though with this over bearing confidence hes hiding behind in part Karai isn't fully blind and knows its not the full case, seeing how she dose like to try and sneak them out to places that makes Casey happy. Reminds him of his real family and such. But this is very much how Karai sees and views Casey as well. As someone who should be loud and proud of who he is. After everything happens? She keeps the song because this is how she wants Casey to live after knowing the truth.

She wants him to live Big to be obnoxiously and unapologeticly himself.

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] look i'll cover for you so you can see Raphael but don't take forever again this time?

[text] if your staying out late with him just stay with the turtles so im not staying up to help you sneak back in

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[text] I swear Casey if you took my eye liner i'm breaking all of yours!! and will sneak into your room to make your face look like more trash than it already is!

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[text] hey

[text] I sort heard Dad getting after you eariler. So thought maybe

[text] well wanna sneak out?

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[text] Casey, i'm going to find you no matter where you went I will find you.

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #[ you're weird and annoying but your still my brother -aflockoffeathers]#phone contact meme #meme answers #ic reply #stay queued #((sometimes I think about the fact Karai only has her brother in this au and low key makes me feel bad for her XD and then I make her be a #bitch to casey at times knowing fully well she would choose casey over shredder even if thats gonna cost her uwu))#((context on text messages karai helping casey out with his whole dating raph #basicaly sibling threats #karais not good with talking but tried here best when she knew casey had a talk with thier dad ;3;#>:I shes not letting casey leave after his text to here ))

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plaguedbyvisions · 2 years

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Terror Vs Erebus beer hockey league roster (click for higher quality)

Adding some headcanons here too cause I’ve spent way too much time thinking about this au (and chatting with my sister abt it, huge shoutout to her lots of these are her ideas)

- Crozier and Blanky are defence partners & veterans on the team. They love to talk shit on the other team in private

- Crozier and Fitzjames have a little (not so friendly) rivalry when they’re on the ice at the same time. Lots of unnecessarily hard hits but for some reason they get very protective if anyone else lands a hit on the other.

- Hickey is an absolute pest who gets right up into the opposing goalie’s crease and goes for the greasy rebound goals

- Hickey will get right up in the face of any player no matter how tall and chirps his own team almost as much as the other time, Gibson does his best to keep him from getting in too much trouble

- Silna is the kind of goalie who wont talk to her team after a bad lose where they didn’t score or didn’t score enough and and she had to carry them the whole game

- Silna’s father played a few games in the NHL back in his day

- Stanley is the starting goalie for Erebus and Goodsir is the backup goalie

- Goodsir is the kind of backup goalie who gives words of support on the bench and holds the door for everyone

- Stanley is the kind of goalie who shouts at his defencemen (and he can be particularly vicious) or anyone who enters the crease, but no one expects it from him because he’s the strong and silent type off the ice

- Collins is absolutely sick of being berated by his goalie and has been begging to play any position but defence for years, but they need him there cause he’s good at it

- Stanley gets replaced by Goodsir after he has a fit on the ice after a bad game, breaks his stick, and tries to pick a fight with the other team

- Goodsir and Silna are goalie besties. They just get each other.

#i spent soooo long on this please be nice #the terror #hockey au #francis crozier #james fitzjames #silna #harry goodsir #my art #the terror fanart

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Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (7)

all parts in the master list

Minimal editing. Also hit me with some predictions for the end of this and also any thoughts at all about it. Is it trash, is it good? I am curious about what you think!

Matthew didn’t usually drink much during their time away from home. If the Flames won, he’d usually have a beer or two to celebrate and that was it. This past week had him consuming more alcohol than he had in a long time and he had no idea why.

The roommate situation put him on edge the moment he found out who he was going to be staying with and his mood soured even more when he discovered they’d have to share a bed so maybe that was why he was taking shots and downing beers like he was on summer vacation.

He remembered bits and pieces of the previous night: she kissed him and then disappeared, he continued to take shots long after she’d gone, they had a conversation about moms in their hotel room.

That was it though. He had no recollection of changing into his pajamas and crawling into bed. When his alarm went off, he woke up in bed alone and as he surveyed the room, he realized all her stuff was gone.

Sure, they were going home today but damn, she must have really wanted to get the fuck away from him. He wasn’t ready to acknowledge that it might have hurt his feelings a little bit so he pushed the thought away and began to get ready for the day.

The feeling of peace you got when you quietly closed the door behind you and wheeled your luggage away from the room you shared with Matthew Tkachuk was incredible.

The past week had been a roller coaster that you were dying to get off of and all you had to do was get through this last game and the bus ride home. That would be easy though, you’d have no interaction with Matthew during the game and you knew damn well he would rather cling to the top of the escape hatch on the bus rather than sit next to you.

It was finally over. Your mouth was practically watering at the thought of sitting down in your apartment, by yourself, with a bottle of wine, Netflix and Chinese takeout.

You watched as the Flames won the game and as much as you didn’t want to notice it, you did. Matthew was playing like shit, barely dragging himself around the ice as he tried to keep up with his teammates. His personal play was entirely unremarkable and you were sure he was going to hear all about it as soon he got to the locker room.

“How happy are you to be free of Tkachuk?”

“So fucking happy, you’ve got no idea!”

You laughed along with another of the assistants as the two of you helped organize the remaining luggage for the driver to load beneath the bus.

“He played like shit today, might be bummed you two aren’t going to keep sleeping together.”

“Oh, don’t even. ‘Sleeping together’ implies something entirely different that what we were forced to do.”

“I know, I know,” he shook his head and laughed easily, “but honestly, did you think about it? I know you two aren’t exactly besties but come on, look at the man.”

Did you think about it?

Of course you did. You thought about it multiple times. Matthew had stripped down in front of you, once completely and another time almost there. There was no denying that you’d gone to bed at least once thinking about what it would be like to spend the night enjoying yourself underneath him instead of sleeping next to his grumpy ass.

You were taking that shit to the fucking grave, though.

“He’s a complete prick, and I don’t know if you heard, but I slept on the floor a few days ago, so no. I wouldn’t fuck that man with your dick.”

That response sent him into a fit of laughter, “I mean I get that it was a rough week for you but I’ll be honest, I respectfully disagree. That pest could fucking get it anytime he wanted.”

“Gross,” you playfully rolled your eyes as the two of you finished your task, “spend a few hours with him not in a strictly hockey setting and I promise you’ll change your mind.”

“Doubtful!”

When all the luggage was loaded, the two of you made your way onto the bus. None of the players were there yet so you both took advantage of the back two rows that only contained two seats each. The entirety of the team didn’t completely fill the bus so you, stupidly, assumed you would sit alone on the trip home.

Shoving your AirPods into your ears, you opened Spotify and settled into both the uncomfortable bus seat and the several hours long trip home.

Not even ten minutes later, a body dropping into the seat next to you pulled your concentration out of your music and when you looked to see who it was that sat next to you, you couldn’t yourself from rolling your eyes.

Matthew Tkachuk gave you a tight smile before rummaging around through his book bag and producing a paperback book.

No he wasn’t. There was no way he was reading that. Dumb hockey bros weren’t into high fantasy. There was no fucking way he was reading ‘A Game of Thrones.’

He was though, and you watched him like a hawk as he parted the book where his mark was placed, almost halfway through, before you felt like you had to say something.

“You’re legitimately reading that book,” you pulled out an AirPod and gave him an inquiring look, “really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I loved the show, figured I’d give the books a try.”

“They’re really good, much better than the show in my opinion.”

Matthew’s smile stretched across his face, “that’s what I’m thinking! I know I’m barely into it but the books are so much more detailed.”

It was a cute moment, the two of you sharing an interest, but you were determined to remain all business with him.

“Why’d you sit here?”

“I don’t know,�� he ran a hand through his curls, “why not?”

A quick silence formed between the two of you before he tried again, “what are you listening to?”

“Uh, Bring Me The Horizon, you probably won’t like it.”

“Try me.”

Matthew handed you his phone and you opened up his Spotify account and typed in the song you were listening to.

“So the band is Bring Me The Horizon, right? What’s the song called?”

“Sugar honey ice & tea.”

“Okay.”

You settled into a comfortable flow with Matthew. One of your pods was in his ear as he read AGOT and listened to the whatever you were playing. He didn’t mind when you fell asleep on his shoulder, leaning his head against yours as he continued reading his book.

“Hey,” he was gentle, “wake up. We’re home.”

“What?”

“We’re back in Calgary.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you good?”

“Yeah, I just, yeah. Can you ask someone if they wouldn’t mind taking me home? My car’s here but I’m so fucking tired.”

“I can take you home.”

“Matthew, no, you cant. You need to rest. I’m fine, I’ll be fine. I’ll get an Uber or something.”

“No.”

He was firm in his response. Your eyes were heavy with sleep and you were in no condition to do anything on your own.

“Whatever, I don’t want to fight with you, dickface.”

Matthew chuckled to himself as he guided you into the parking garage toward his car. You let him open the passenger door and help you into the Audi.

“What’s your address?”

You mumbled it quickly, earning a smile and a “we live in the same building” declaration from him.

Far too sleepy to notice anything around you, you nodded in and out of sleep as Matthew drove from the area to your building. His quick glances in your direction were lost on you and it was only when he was trying to get you out of the car that you really woke up.

“Fuck, Matt, I’m so sorry. I’m just so exhausted.”

“I get it,” he helped you get your bags out of his trunk, “you didn’t have a great week and I had a lot to do with that.”

The two of you headed up to your second floor apartment in silence, you trudging up the stairs with little effort while Matthew followed you, making sure you didn’t fall.

“This is me. Where are you?”

“Oh, uh,” his cheeks lit up red as his eyes traveled toward the ceiling.

“Of course, superstar Matty Tkachuk lives in the penthouse on the top floor,” you teased, “if only we could all be so lucky.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your apartment,” he slid around you let himself in as soon as you opened the door and surveyed his surroundings, “I really like it.”

He didn’t expect her place to be so cute, but it was and he smiled wide when her black cat rubbed against his legs.

“He’s called Onyx.”

“I like him,” Matthew leaned down to scratch his ears, “who takes care of him when you’re gone?”

“My neighbor. She’s a sweet lady.”

“I’m glad."

“I’m sure this is peasant shit compared to your place, but we do what we can.”

He stopped petting Onyx and looked up to meet her eyes.

“I would never think that about anyone. Jesus Christ, do you really think I’m that much of a fucking asshole?”

She didn’t say anything, but her face turned beet red and she turned away from him before turning back again.

“I’m sorry. I’m so used to you being awful that any small morsel of kindness is unfamiliar. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You should sleep though.”

“Yeah.”

He paused for a moment before breaking out in a big grin, “can I take Onyx up with me?”

“Absolutely not! Onyx is a heathen like the rest of us on the lower floors!”

“He deserves 360 degree views of Calgary.”

You paused, turning to look directly at Matthew.

“Do you have that?”

“Yeah.”

“I am so fucking jealous.”

“You can come up and see too, as long as you bring Onyx.”

“As much as I don’t like you, I’m absolutely going to take you up on that, Matthew.”

He hated ‘Matthew’ and she knew it. He had tried to correct her a few times but she wasn’t budging. He wasn’t going to argue now, though, because she was adorable standing in her own apartment with her cute cat rubbing against her legs and—No. No, no, no. Matthew did not like this girl because this girl was fucking terrible and she hated him.

Except, he did like her and she was the opposite of terrible and she had an adorable cat.

What the fuck was he doing?

#matthew tkachuk #matt tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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Dirty Laundry - Matthew Tkachuk

A/N: I just want to say that I appreciate all the support on my fics more than you know! I hope you enjoy this one. Happy Battle of Alberta day!

Word Count: 1.1k

Y/N and Matthew have been dating for a few months. She knows he likes to stick to his routines when it comes to hockey. He has a road trip tomorrow so tonight, he’s studying film, probably doing laundry and packing. He usually spends nights like this alone so he can focus better. So when Y/N’s phone starts ringing and Matthew’s contact photo of him with a toothy grin comes up on her screen, she has a feeling something is wrong.

“Hey babe, are you okay?” Y/N asked with panic in her voice.

The first thing she heard was Matthew sigh. “Yeah, except my stupid washing machine decided to stop working so I need to go to the laundromat and get this done so I can pack and go to bed. I thought you might want to come with me and keep me company? It would be cool, we could recreate that Friends scene.”

Y/N chuckled. “As much as I would love to be the Rachel to your Ross, the closest laundromat to your apartment is like an hour away. You won’t get enough sleep if you do that. Why don’t you just bring your laundry over here? I can do it for you. You can watch film here while I’m doing it and you can still go to bed early.”

“Wait, really? You’d do that?”

“Yes, I don’t want all of Calgary on my back if you guys lose just because you couldn’t stick to your routine.”

“You really think I’m that good of a player that I can have that kind of impact in the game?” Y/N could just picture the smirk that was on his lips right now.

“Yes, superstar. Get over here.”

“Yes ma’am. See you soon.”

“Bye, hun. Be safe,” Y/N replied. She stopped herself from saying what she really wanted to say.

Soon enough, Matthew was dragging his dirty laundry through Y/N’s front door.

Y/N got off her couch and greeted him with a kiss. “I’ll take this,” Y/N said, picking up his laundry. “The living room’s all yours. Make yourself at home.”

“Wait, will you come cuddle with me in between loads?” Matthew pulled out his best puppy dog face.

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, if you want me to. You just usually watch by yourself. I don’t want to distract you.”

“I love the idea of including you in my routine. Plus, you’ve got a good hockey eye, I could use your thoughts.” Matthew was looking at Y/N with all the adoration in the world. She couldn’t help but say yes.

“I’d love that too. I’ll be out soon,” Y/N said, dragging Matthew’s laundry to her laundry room.

Just as Y/N was starting on Matthew’s laundry, he got a call from his mom.

He smiled. “Hey mom.”

“Hey, hun. Do you have a second to talk or are you busy with film?”

“Actually, I haven’t started. My washing machine stopped working and I was going to go to the laundromat, but Y/N offered to do my laundry and let me watch film here so I could try to stick to my routine.”

There was silence from Chantal’s end.

“Mom, are you still there?” Matthew asked.

“Matthew, I can’t believe you forced poor Y/N to do your laundry. It’s not her fault you waited so long to do it and your washing machine broke,” Chantal sighed.

“Mom, I didn’t force her to or even ask her. She volunteered.”

“She volunteered to do your laundry?”

Matthew was very confused why his dirty laundry was such a hot topic with his mom. “Yeah, so what’s so weird about that?”

“It’s not weird, just interesting.”

“Okay, well, what is so interesting about that?” Matthew pressed.

“I just didn’t realize you and Y/N were that serious.”

“What do those two things have to do with each other? Is dad there? Can you get him to translate for me?”

There was some shuffling on the other end of the phone.

“Matthew, what your mother is trying to say is that only someone that really loves you would offer to do your laundry. We didn’t know you were in love,” Walt said completely seriously.

“How does that equate to love?” Matthew asked, still confused.

There was shuffling on the other end of the phone again.

“You know you’re an athlete and some of your clothes smell really gross, right?” Chantal asked.

Matthew just laughed it off. “Come on, mom. It’s not that bad.”

“Yes it is. I’m telling you that girl loves you. I didn’t do your father’s laundry until we were married.”

“I don’t know, mom. We haven’t been dating that long. Isn’t it too early to be in love?”

“Are you in love with her?” Chantal asked, feeling like she already knew the answer.

“Well, duh. I knew right away but I didn’t expect her to. I’m a little bit of a pest, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Matthew heard Walt chuckle loudly in the background.

“A little bit?!” He yelled.

“Okay, whatever. I’m a big pest and I don’t know if she loves me.”

“She definitely does. Anyway, I’m going to let you get back to your evening plans. Bye, hun,” Chantal said before abruptly ending the call.

Matthew’s heart was beating really fast. Was what his mom said right? Did Y/N really love him?

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N came back into the room.

“Hey, babe. First load’s in the washing machine. How’s the film coming?”

“Uh, I haven’t started yet. My mom called and was saying all sorts of stuff,” Matthew babbled nervously.

“Oh yeah? Is she okay?” Y/N asked with a hint of worry. Matthew loved that she was always worried about people. He loved her.

“Yeah, I just told her that you volunteered to do my laundry and she said you must really love me if you’re willing to do my smelly laundry. Is that true?”

“Yeah, of course it is,” Y/N laughed.

Matthew’s heart was beating even faster now. “It is? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I thought it was obvious. But I didn’t want to scare you away by saying it too soon. Do you love me?” It was Y/N’s turn for her heart to beat fast.

“Of course I do.” They both smiled. “I’ve known from the night we met. I didn’t tell you for the same reason.”

Y/N sat down next to Matthew on the couch and cuddled into his side. Matthew put his arm around her.

“Well, nothing says, ‘I love you’ quite like doing your excruciatingly bad smelling dirty laundry, but I’ll say it anyway. I love you, Matt.”

Matthew laughed. “I love you too, Y/N.”

She looked up at him and kissed his lips gently before pulling up his film. “Alright, let’s start with goaltending. Holtby’s given up more five-hole goals than anything else so far this season so that’s probably your best bet, but let’s see what else you could try.”

Matthew couldn’t wipe the huge smile off his face. “Okay, I love you even more than I did a few seconds ago.”

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #calgary flames #ratty matty #matt tkachuk #matty tkachuk #m tkachuk #my writing #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl blurbs #nhl #hockey #tkachuk #keith tkachuk #flames #dirty laundry

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woah-were-halfway-there · 2 years

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Can you tell us how Auston would react if Mia in the future start dating a NHL player?

Omg ok so she actually ends up with an NHL player like altogether. Way in the future like that’s who she marries one day lol but he’s a sweet boy, I’ve already come up with his name too 🤣 anyways, he and Mia go to school together and are friends for years. They first start dating about a month before their senior year of high school (Mia actually graduates high school a semester early too). In the spring, Mia breaks up with the guy she was dating (who Auston hates) and it was really messy like he is not a good guy and tries to pressure Mia into things she isn’t ready for. Anyways, so she breaks up with this guy and then basically spends the rest of the school year and the whole summer just hanging out with her friends and she and the hockey player are basically inseparable and so feelings develop that aren’t just platonic and they eventually admit those feelings and begin their relationship. However, come September, hockey player moves to Michigan because he does the team USA development program and so Mia goes to visit a couple of times and goes when he plays in the world juniors that winter and everything but ok that’s beside the point. When they do start dating, Mia tells Carson first because she knowssssss Auston will be dramatic lmao. And like Auston had met the hockey player before briefly cause he and Mia are friends first and so Auston didn’t really have an opinion on him but then one night Mia is getting ready for a little date with hockey player, which Carson knows about and so does Mia’s siblings, but not Auston. Anyways, Mia gets kinda dressed up for it and is all excited as she’s waiting to be picked up by her boyfriend and Auston notices and doesn’t think much of it but he says “aw you look nice, mini. What are you up to tonight?” And Mia’s like “uhhh” not sure what to say but then little man (who isn’t so little at this point lol) decides to be a bit of a pest and says “she has a dateeee” so Mia tells him to be quiet and Auston’s like oh? Cause he knows she and the other guy broke up months prior but hadn’t heard anything about Mia seeing someone else and so he asks who it is and Mia goes all red and like looks away then mumbles her boyfriends name, also keep in mind that like them dating is still fairly new at this point, she does want to tell Auston but just hasn’t figured out how yet. Anyways, Auston is shook and says “pardon?” Cause he doesn’t believe it. And Mia tries to reason with him saying “dad…” but is cut off when Auston’s like “what do you mean you’re going on a date with him?” Mia says it’s not that big of a deal and Auston is basically losing his mind trying to wrap his head around it all. Then Carson, who heard the commotion, comes out from the kitchen to the foyer where they’re all standing and she glares at Auston threateningly and says his name and when he looks at her she continues staring at him as if silently warning him to not make a big deal of this and embarrass their daughter. Then Auston speaks up and is like “Carse, she’s dating a HOCKEY PLAYER” and Carson doesn’t back down and says “and??? So did I when I was little bit older than Mia is and I like to think I turned out pretty alright.” And Auston’s like on the brink of an absolute meltdown lol and says “but this is different. It’s Mia.” And Carson replies “no it’s not, Auston. She’s 17, let her live. He’s a nice boy.” And then she looks at Mia and says “you go and have fun, baby. He’s probably here. I’ll talk some sense into your father.” Then glares at Auston again and Mia just nods and rushes out the door

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adore you - m. tkachuk

a/n: when i asked for fics to bring back i had a few people ask me for this one - i have the biggest soft spot for this fic because it was the first one that ever got a decent amount of notes on my old blog so I hope you guys love it a second time :)

Matthew Tkachuk was the bane of your existence. He was egotistical, a little dumb and flat out annoying. But, no matter what you did you could never get rid of him. You were forced to spend time with him because your best friend, Hannah, was dating his teammate, Noah. You actually liked Noah, he was kind and extremely good to Hannah. You couldn’t understand how he put up with Matthew and you honestly had a second thought about your friendship when he explained to you that they’d played together on US teams when they were younger too.

Matthew had been a nightmare since the first night you met, when Hannah went on and on about how she thinks you guys should meet because you’d be perfect together. As usual, you told her you weren’t looking for anything right now, because you were just too busy for it. But, you went along anyway and Hannah introduced the two of you. You’d never met a more annoying human being in your life, who was so sure you were going to sleep with him that night that you ended up chewing him out in the middle of the bar. When you’d finally finished ranting, he just went on about how cute you looked when you were mad at him and you felt your blood boil. That was two months ago, and in those two months he’d spent every waking moment of his day trying to bother you about something.

Which would explain why, as you were home catching up on some work, there was a knock on the door of your apartment and you already knew who it was. You’d opened the door and like you’d received once a week for almost a month, there was someone delivering a bouquet of flowers for Mrs. Tkachuk. You’d signed for them, not bothering to explain to yet another random delivery man that you were not in fact married and tossed them immediately in your garbage. Snapping a picture and sending it to Matthew like you’d done every other time.

Glad you signed that contract, because you’re going to go broke sending me flowers.

You’re worth every penny wifey ;)

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, annoyed with how often this went on. You called Hannah who’d been the cause of all of this in the first place, and waited for her to pick up the phone.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Hannah asks.

“If Matthew sends me another bouquet of flowers you can tell Noah he’s going to have one less teammate,” You practically growl into the phone, hearing Noah’s laugh in the background.

“Give Chucky a chance Y/N, the kid wants to marry you,” Noah says, taking the phone from his girlfriend’s hand.

“He’s a nightmare Noah,” You say, sighing into the phone.

“He ADORES you,” Noah explains, “He literally never stops asking about you, speaking of, are you coming to Sean’s party with us tonight?”

“Will you keep Matthew away from me?” You ask, deciding that’s the only way you’d want to even go.

“Yes, I will try and keep Chucky away from you,” Noah promises and you reluctantly agree to go to the party, earning a cheer from Hannah through the phone.

When you get to the party, it’s in full swing. The room is filled with people you knew and didn’t and you were honestly shocked Sean knew this many people. You were thankful though, because you knew it would be extremely easy for you to avoid Matthew all night.

You were doing great with your initial plan of avoiding Matthew. You were having a good time, dancing and drinking with your friends. You definitely were drunk but so was everyone else at the party. You’d escaped to go to the bathroom, walking down the hallway to one of the bathrooms in Sean’s large home. You stopped in front of his wedding photos, looking at the pictures from his nuptials that happened the summer before.

“When we get married it’ll be even better than Sean’s,” You hear behind you and instantly knew was standing behind you, “Think about it you can plan one of those pinterest weddings, we’ll get hitched, I’ll take us on a sick honeymoon and we can hang our wedding photos in some big old house together.”

“You’re insufferable,” You say, turning around to face the pest behind you, but when you turned your heel caught the edge of the rug you were standing under and you stumbled, falling directly into Matthew in front of you.

“And you’re drunk,” Matthew says, holding you up so you don’t hit the floor.

“I’m fine,” You say, your words slurring together more than you’d intended, you push yourself away from Matthew to stand up yourself.

“No you’re not, I saw you, you had like 4 shots with Hannah,” Matthew says, knowing just how much you’d had to drink.

“How do you even know that, stalker,” You say back, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I was keeping an eye on you, there’s a lot of people here, and you’re absolutely oblivious,” Matthew says and just as he was saying something genuinely kind, he had to ruin it.

You shook your head at his comment, “You’re honestly the worst.”

“I know, can I get you home now?” Matthew says, holding up his keys.

“I can get home myself,” You say, stumbling over your own feet when you try and move down the hallway.

“Y/N please let me just get you home safe, no funny business I swear,” Matthew promises, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still.

You push his arm off of you, “You’ve never done anything funny in your life, and fine.”

Matthew smiles at the insult, “Thank you, c’mon wifey we gotta get you home.”

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, pulling you out of the house and down the street to where his car was parked. He opens the door of the black Audi, letting you slide in. Hopping into the driver’s seat, he starts the car to head to your apartment.

“You drive a less douchier car than I thought,” You say, taking in the views of Calgary as you drove through the city.

“I think that was almost a compliment,” Matthew says, laughing.

“Your taste in music is terrible though,” You say, pointing to the top 40 story that was playing on the radio.

“There it is,” Matthew says, pulling in front of your building, turning his car off.

“I can get up to my place myself,” You say, opening the door to get out of the car.

Matthew sighs, “Please Y/N.”

“Whatever,” You mutter, not in the mood for an argument. You both ride up the elevator to your floor in silence, walking down the hallway to your apartment.

“Thank you by the way,” You say, opening the door to your apartment.

“Anytime,” Matthew says, heading back down the hallway, “By the way, I meant it, I’m marrying you one day.”

You shake your head and shut the door, heading to get ready for bed.

The next week Matthew and yourself had gone back to your normal bickering. You didn’t think much into the weird conversation you’d had in Sean’s house, unsure of why Matthew was so concerned with getting you home safe. It bothers you for a small amount of time, until you heard him compliment your ass from across Noah’s kitchen and you knew things had gone back to normal. With the All Star break over and Matthew flying back to Calgary you knew your small vacation from his pestering would be over.

But, you were packing to head to Edmonton with Hannah to go see your parents. The two of you were both from Edmonton, moving to Calgary to go to college together. While Hannah's hockey loyalty switched over to the Flames the day Noah asked her to be his girlfriend, you were still a big Oilers fan, only cheering for the Flames because of your friends with Noah and his teammates. But, after the game right before the break, in which Matthew couldn’t stop being a rat and running his mouth in the media, you were almost excited to go to the game. Looking forward to watching him get roughed around a little bit. You pack the Kassian jersey you’d bought recently, knowing you’d be going to the game with Hannah and looking forward to pissing Matthew off beyond belief.

You’d spent the first couple of days in Edmonton, catching up with your family and friends that lived there. You were excited to have had the couple of days home, spending time with your parents and reaping the benefits of having your mom take care of you for a few days.

You were standing in your childhood bedroom, packing up some stuff to bring back with you on your drive back to Calgary the next morning. You finished packing and slipped on your outfit for the game, putting on the Kassian jersey you’d packed. You hear Hannah beep her horn outside of your parents house, and you head out the door to see her.

“You didn’t actually buy that,” Hannah shakes her head in disbelief, thinking you were kidding when you’d told her about the jersey a couple of weeks prior.

“If Matthew gets to spend every waking moment of his life irritating me, I’m going to do the same back,” You shrug, “Plus we’re in Edmonton, it’s fine.”

Hannah sighs, “I wish I understood you guys.”

The rest of the car ride is spent catching up on how you’d both spent the last few days. Arriving at the arena, you both head in, sitting at the seats Noah had gotten for the both of you. You were right against the ice, on the Flames side of course, watching them skate for pregame warm ups. You see Noah spot you, shaking his head at your choice in jersey. You see him skate over to Matthew and point in your direction, the curly haired menace turning his attention over to you. His nostrils flare out, and he skates directly into the boards in front you, knocking your beer on the ledge to the ground.

“I cannot stand you,” You say, annoyed you’d have to go get another drink.

“Look at what you’re fucking wearing,” You hear him say before skating away, spending the rest of warm ups away from you.

“He’s mad Y/N,” You hear Hannah say, pointing to Matthew across the ice.

“Good,” You say, sipping on the beer you had to go get after Matthew knocked the first one over.

The game was off to a hot start, and hits were flying in true Battle of Alberta fashion. The entire crowd was waiting to see if Matthew would finally drop his gloves with Kassian after the media circus that ensued after their last meeting. When he finally does, you feel Hannah grab your arm, taking your attention away from your phone and you look up watching Matthew square up against Kassian. You watch him throw punch after punch, finally knocking him to the ground, Matthew looking over at you as he skates over to the box.

The rest of the game was intense, ending in a 3-4 shootout win for the Flames. You head to the locker rooms, waiting outside for Noah. The team starts to roll out one by one, looking exhausted from the hit heavy game they just played.

“You’re not actually wearing that right now,” You hear Johnny say, laughing as he comes up to you, “You must have put Chucky’s mind in a blender.”

“I’m sure he’ll recover,” You say, spotting Matthew leaving the locker room, making a beeline over to you.

“Sorry I had to give your boy a beating tonight,” He says, still a little mad at you.

“Yeah I just love him, the whole team actually,” You say, trying to rile him up.

He glares at you, before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “Nineteen’s a better number for you don’t you think?”

You ignore the chill that climbs up your spine when he places his hand on the small of your back, “Over my dead body.”

Matthew shakes his head and walks down the hallway to head back to the team’s hotel, not letting you know that seeing you in that Oilers jersey made his skin crawl.

When you arrive back in Calgary, you’d gotten four texts from Matthew, asking you if you’ve gotten back to your apartment yet. When you finally do, there’s a box at the door, a large red bow on top. Your gut says it’s from Matthew, and your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the box and revealed a Flames jersey, the number nineteen glaring at you. You pick up the card and nearly gag at the writing

Looks better than orange and blue babe - Matty

You think about tossing the jersey in the trash like you’d done with every bouquet of flowers he sent you, but you something wouldn’t let you. You leave the box on the island in your kitchen, deciding you’ll do something about it later. You set down the box and look at your phone, checking your texts to see Hannah had texted you to see if you were going to meet her out after Noah’s game tonight. You debate it internally for a moment, but decide to go out.

Later that night, you arrive at the bar and instantly spot the large group of hockey players standing in the corner. You walk over and immediately hear the sound of Matthew’s laugh, giggling at some stupid joke he probably told. You catch up with everyone and head over to the bar to grab a drink. While you’re waiting to get the bartender’s attention, you feel a hand on the small of your back and turn around to see Matthew standing behind you.

“You look incredible tonight,” Matthew whispers in your ear, flagging down the bartender with ease.

“I can’t believe you followed me over here,” You say, turning your back to him.

“I can’t believe you don’t want to be with me,” Matthew says, “We’d make such cute babies.”

Matthew drones on about how if you guys had kids, they’d probably have his hair but he wants them to have your smile. It would be cute if you didn’t know he was doing it to get under your skin. Your eyes scan the bar, seeing a group of girls pointing to Matthew and whispering, probably about the Flames resident pest being out at the bar.

“Don’t you have a fan club to entertain,” You say, nodding your head towards the girls.

“I could talk to you all night and I’d still take one of those girls home,” Matthew smirks back at you and while you’d usually feel your blood boil at the comment, you felt something different. A pang of jealousy washes over you at the thought of Matthew giving his attention to someone who wasn’t you. You’d had it for so long, and something in your gut said you didn’t want anyone else to have his attention the way you did. You look at him for a moment, taking his blue eyes and crooked smile, and relishing in the way his hand on your back feels.

You sigh, “You could just take me home.”

You see Matthew choke on his beer, “I can - I - what?”

You giggle at his reaction, his usually cocky demeanor diminishing as you finally decide he can have what he wants, “You can take me home,” you repeat again, running your fingertips along his arm.

“You’re fucking with me,” Matthew says in disbelief.

“I’m not, but you have to promise me something,” You say and he nods, prompting you to finish your statement, “I can still plan the wedding.”

Matthew laughs at the reminder of what he told you at Sean’s party, “You can have whatever you want babe.”

You grab his hand and lace his fingers with yours, leading him out of the bar and into his car. Matthew knew that once he finally got you, he wasn’t going to let you go.

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midnightsnyx · 3 years

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a touch of honey - matthew tkachuk: part 1

summary: Looking for a change of scenery after working as a chef at a high end restaurant, you hesitantly take a job as a personal chef for Calgary Flames left winger, Matthew Tkachuk who ends up being the pickiest eater you’ve cooked for. You quickly realize you will have your work cut out for you with this job. Good thing you’re always up for a challenge.

a/n: i know, you guys are going to think what the heck??? she’s writing something other than what she’s supposed to be writing?? but this prompt came to me and i couldn’t not write it so here is it! another matty fic lol if anyone has written this before, let me know!! i don’t want to accidently copy anyone's ideas! anyways, here is part 1 of this fic! hope you like it and thanks for reading! lmk if you guys want more 🥰

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part 1

You loved your job, you really did. From the time you were old enough to understand what careers were, your dream was to become a world renowned chef and while you didn’t quite become a world renowned chef, you were certainly one of the best chefs in Calgary.

This fact begs the question as to how the hell you ended up taking a job as a private chef for an NHL player. Maybe it was because you felt the need for some scenery change and when you told a colleague that you wanted something challenging, they told you they had something in mind. You weren’t sure what exactly they had in mind but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

When they first suggested this, you were dead set against it but the more you thought about it, you realized that you’ve never really been one to back down from a challenge and besides, what could go wrong?

. . .

Plenty went wrong, you realized the first day. It all started with you sleeping in and not having enough time to properly get ready for the day. You threw on something half work appropriate - the newest pair of jeans you owned and a light blue blouse that your friend who was a personal fashion stylist and was the one who always picked out your outfits for dates and job interviews. He always did a great job and was one of the best in the industry.

You’d done some research on the player you would be cooking for but not being a hockey fan, you didn’t know much about him other than what you read online. He was apparently known as a bit of a pest on the ice and it made you wonder how he would act off the ice. You weren’t sure you wanted to deal with some obnoxious, self entitled ass for however long you kept this job. You signed a contract for six months which was the typical duration of a hockey season, not including playoffs.

So, you had to deal with him for at least an entire hockey season and if all goes well, you may sign another one next year. It entirely depended on how well you would be able to handle dealing with the chaotic schedule of a hockey player.

It was just 7 o’clock in the morning when you pull into the parking lot of Matthew Tkachuk’s apartment building and you sigh, looking up at the roof of your car ceiling silently praying that the first day will go well.

You get buzzed into his apartment building and take the elevator to his apartment floor. The walk down the hallway feels never ending and when you reach his door, you don’t even have a chance to knock before the door swings open and a cute blonde girl steps out, giggling and wearing just leggings and a shirt that clearly belongs to a man. She has her shoes on and a purse hanging over a shoulder so she is clearly leaving and the look of surprise on her face when she comes face to face with you is hilarious.

“Are you-” she starts to say but a mans voice cuts her off.

“My personal chef.”

You look over her shoulder to see Matthew Tkachuk standing there, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and his shirt missing and you have a feeling that the shirt the girl is wearing belongs to him.

“Oh!” She squeaks and offers her hand. “So nice to meet you.”

She seems genuine so you offer her a small smile and shake her hand. “Likewise.”

She grins and bounces on her toes, looking back at Matthew who is smirking.

“I should get going.” She says, “call me?”

“Of course.” Matthew replies with a sweet smile on his face that you knew probably made many girls swoon but it just annoys you.

The girls grin widens and you wonder if she realizes he most likely won’t call her. Especially if this is just a one night stand.

Not that you care, obviously.

You watch her leave before turning back to Matthew who has a smirk on his face again.

“So you’re the new one.” He says, leaning against the door and blocking you from walking into the apartment.

“Excuse me?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically. “My new personal chef. Honestly, I told them I was fine but apparently my home cooked meals aren’t up to standards for out nutritionist.”

You can’t help but scoff. “You mean the take-out and occasional microwaveable dinners you eat?”

“Ah,” he says. “I see you’ve already talked to her.”

“Yup, and I certainly have my work cut out for me.” You reply, raising an eyebrow. “So are you going to let me come inside or do I have to plan and prep your meals out here?”

He steps to the side and gestures for you to walk inside. “By all means.”

Walking inside, you let your eyes survey the apartment. It’s clean, surprisingly, and the kitchen is way too nice for somebody who doesn’t cook. It makes you want to start cooking right away but you know his fridge probably has nothing in it.

“You said, ‘you’re the new one.’… what happened to the other chefs?” You ask idly, opening his fridge to confirm your assumption. Protein drinks, orange juice, milk and beer are the only things in there. You spot a block of cheese but realize that it’s moldy.

“Apparently they decided I wasn’t worth the paycheck.”

There’s a tone of bitterness and possibly sadness under his seemingly nonchalant answer that you pick up on. You decide not to point it out though, instead you sit at the dining table and look at Matthew expectantly, gesturing for him to sit down. He sighs and flops down on the chair across from you like a disgruntled toddler. His eyes follow you as you reach into your bag and pull out a notebook and pen.

“So I want to start by making a list of things you like and don’t like to eat.” You say, dreading what his answers will be. You know it won’t be good when you see his tiny smirk and when he opens his mouth, you start to think you regret taking this job in the first place.

. . .

An hour later, you lean back in your chair and slowly place the pen on the table and start to massage your cramped hand. He looks rather pleased with himself and he copies you, leaning back in his chair and stretching. You realize that he’s still shirtless and you wonder why that didn’t distract you.

“Regretting this job already?” He questions, raising a brow and you know what answer he is expecting. You wonder how his previous chefs replied to that question and you open your mouth, prepared to answer what they all probably said, that yes they regretting taking it but something stops you and you’re not quite sure what.

Instead, you lean towards him and smirk.

“I like a challenge.”

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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I hate the way you drive my car

So, we’re ignoring the fact that it’s 4 am but here I am with the second part of 10 things I hate about you. Ignore typos, I’ll fix them at some point (maybe ?).

Also, this might be a little bit of, like, soft smut???? Unsure, but hey, stuff happens. I don’t know if this actually counts.

NOTE: the line about being ‘a pop-up book from hell’ I’m pretty sure that line is from Gilmore Girls that I used in here (I changed it a bit but still gotta give credit)

I hope you like it!

Read the whole series: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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“Because we both know that’s not true.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

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“I need to ask you a huge favor,” you hear him say on the other end of the call as you’re pacing around your apartment out of boredom.

You groan, knowing that nothing good could come of him asking you for something at ten am on a Saturday. “No.”

“You don’t even know what it is!” he whines on the other end.

“But I know you and know that it’s probably not something I’m going to like if you have to call and ask me.”

“Can you at least hear what I need before you make a decision?” Matthew huffs, clearly a little bothered by the fact that you were dismissing him before giving him a chance.

You can’t help but laugh imagining the pout he has on his face, the one he would be giving you in person that always, without fail, made you say yes to whatever he was asking of you. But you weren’t in person, so instead of conceding, you tease him with, “Hard maybe, but you’re going to tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not!” he whines again. You can hear him mumbling to himself about what other options he could think that he had, knowing that he had none as it was if you were the one he was calling.

“Why do you need my car? Where’s yours?”

“We need alcohol and all the boys are busy. And my car is in the shop, the brakes were being a bitch. I didn’t want them to crap out on me when I need to make a sudden stop or something.”

“Yeah, because we both know you’re good at stopping even with good brakes,” you tease.

You hear him laugh on the other end, so strong and genuine that hearing him made you stop and smile for a moment. “What can I say, I pull out all the stops. And yet, I can never use them to get you in bed.” He closes his eyes, thankful that you couldn’t see him regretting saying something that stupid to you. If he kept up this shit with you, you would have a list of way more than ten things that you hated about him. “But, please, can I borrow your car?” You stop for a moment to think, really not wanting to hand over your keys to him. “Your silence means no?”

“You live two blocks from a liquor store. Are you fucking joking?” you let out.

“I never joke about fucking, especially with you,” he says, forcing you to roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. He really did mean it, no matter how oblivious you were to that fact. “But that one doesn’t have what we want and the nearest one that has our shit is too far to walk to.”

“I do not trust you to drive my car,” you tell him, hearing the line go dead. You pull the phone away from your ear to see that he was trying to switch to Facetime, probably to wear you down with his stupid pout that always made you say yes. “There is no way I am letting you drive my car.”

“Y/N, I am begging. I will do anything.” He juts out his lip, batting his eyes at you in hopes of convincing you.

“I’ll drive you there.”

“I feel like I’m two seconds from death every time I get in a car with you behind the wheel.”

“Order an Uber.”

“But you’re cheaper!”

Your jaw drops as you can’t help but scoff at what he just said. He can’t really think that saying something like that to you would work. He didn’t mean it like that, just that it was easier to buy you a bottle of wine than pay for the Uber there, back and the tip. But he wasn’t thinking about that enough to fully explain. You study the background behind him, clearly walking into a familiar building, not quite able to make out why you knew the building based on the angle he held the camera. “Wait, where are you?”

“Bye!” he says, hanging up on you immediately without you being able to get an answer.

“Evie!” you yell, clearly frustrated with Matthew’s antics. You wait to hear her open her door, praying that she was awake. “Evelina!” you screech again.

You hear her door open and slam shut, her bare feet hitting the tile of the floor in the hallway as she makes her way to you, “If you go any higher, only dogs will hear you. Why are you waking me up?”

“I have another thing to add to the list.”

She groans, closing her eyes and dropping her head back as her eyes followed to the ceiling. “You know how to write. The list is literally on the fridge. This is not something you needed me for.”

“Well, Miss ‘They have to be legitimate reasons,’” you mock her voice, “I had to make sure it was a real reason by your standards.”

“What else could you hate about Matthew?”

“I hate when he drives my car.”

“When the fuck does he do that?”

“When I asked her if I could get alcohol from the store on the other side of the city,” you hear Matthew’s voice behind you, causing both of you to jump.

“Jesus, you’re like the pop-up book from Hell. How the fuck did you get in here? The door was locked!”

“Evelina gave me a key,” he says, waving his key ring in the air as if you could tell which one he was referring to in the mess of keys.

You turn back to Evelina, your mouth open, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. Everything about your expression said, ‘what the hell?’ without verbally saying it. She shrugs, obviously still groggy from being woken up by your screaming. “He’s here all the time and you always happen to be busy when he’s knocking at the door. It was the third key our landlord gave us, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, unable to figure out what to say. Of all the people she could give the spare key to Matthew of all people.

“So why do you hate when I drive your car?” Matthew cuts the silence out.

“Well if it’s anything like the way you skate, then I don’t think I want to see it.”

“I said I would do anything!” he whines, Evelina groans, leaving the two of you to head to the kitchen, presumably to write the new thing on the list.

“And what does that entail?”

“I would prefer something in the bedroom,” he flirts, earning another eye roll from you.

“How about you start by getting my bag from my bedroom and then we’ll go,” you say, waving him off and practically running to the kitchen to find Evelina. “Matthew doesn’t know about the list, right?”

Evelina looks at you, hesitating to answer. Something tells her that him knowing the entire plan wouldn’t bode well with you. “Did you tell him about it?”

“No.”

“Then, no,” she lies. “And the car thing doesn’t count. You’ve never had him drive your car before. Plus, why would him knowing be a bad thing?”

“Because you know him. He’s just gonna flirt with me and try to make me forget that I hate him. You know I’m a sucker for a sweet guy.”

She looks at you for a moment, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Ok, I’m going to list all the reasons why you’re wrong, and then I’m going back to bed because I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” You roll your eyes at her, something you had already done a lot today, yet still feel the need to keep doing. “So, one. I really do not know him that well, all I know is that he’s clearly in love with you. Plus, I’m closer with Elias, remember? Two. You clearly do not know what flirting is because you two flirt with each other all the time. Every day. Every minute. It’s annoying. Three. You have a very specific type, and sweet isn’t always a given. I know you have dated three guys, and all three of them were hockey players who always got in fights, had curly hair, really nice eyes, and are always someone pest-like. Does that sound like anyone?”

“None of that is true.”

“All of that is true,” she counters, leading to the two of you going back and forth, bickering about the validity of her three point list.

“Hey, is this it?” Matthew interrupts the two of you, holding up your bag.

“Yes, let’s go,” you say, taking the bag from him and pushing him out the door. “You head down and start up my car, the keys are by the door, Evelina just needs to finish the list first.” You swear you see his eyes go wide and look at your roommate before he darts out the front door. You could have meant the list of alcohol she wanted. Evelina wouldn’t lie to you about him knowing about the hate list. “You’re wrong,” you tell Evelina.

She throws her hands in the air, walking back to her room, “Don’t bother me unless you finally realize you love him or you can actually add ‘the way he drives my car’ to your list.”

“I hate you,” you call to her in a sing-songy voice.

“Love you, too,” you hear her reply, closing her door.

You go down to your car, hearing it before seeing it in your spot since Matthew had already turned the volume on your radio up louder than you ever wanted it to go. Your hand reaches for the volume button before you even put the seatbelt on, muting the music to tell him, “There is absolutely no way you’re listening to the music this loud. How can you hear yourself think?”

“I’m honestly surprised you even believe I think. But did Ev give you her list?”

“No, she left it on the fridge,” you say, without thinking.

“The fridge?”

You hesitate, not wanting to tell him about the list. You hated more things about him than you liked, so why did you have to keep reminding yourself about that? And why was it so hard to come up with things to put on there. “It was the grocery list, she’s buying the stuff after her nap and needed to know what I wanted for food,” you lie, hoping he would buy it.

“Is whipped cream on the list?” he asks, pulling out of the garage. The smirk on his face tells you that you shouldn’t ask to elaborate whatever thought was running through his mind, but you couldn’t help but ask anyway. “So you can spray it all over me and lick it off.”

“You’d have to clean up my vomit right after,” you joke, hearing his laugh again. “Who’s to say that I wouldn’t want you licking it off me, instead?” you flirt back, knowing it would get something out of him.

Hearing you say that makes him stop breathing for a moment, letting his mind wander to the image of that scene. His entire body tenses up thinking about it, only to be snapped out by you yelling, “Brake, brake, Matthew, brake!” He slams on the brakes of your car, narrowly avoiding rear ending the person in front of you. “This is why your brakes are crapping out!” you squeal, eyes wide with fury at his nonattention to the road in front of him. “I’m driving home, you are not allowed to drive my car back.”

“Calm down, are you dead?”

“I just died a little on the inside.”

The smirk from before returns to his face, “We both know you die a little every time we go to work, I’m just helping move that along.” Still at the red light, he takes his eyes off the road to look at you, the smirk turning into a soft smile.

You can’t help but bite part of your bottom lip, the rest of your lips forming a smile. His eyes flick between yours and your lips, knowing that he wanted to kiss you. You tear your eyes away to look at the road, fully aware of his eyes still on you, “Green light.”

The two of you drive the rest of the way in silence. Was that some sort of moment between the two of you? If he hadn’t been driving, would he have kissed you? And would you have let him?

No, you wouldn’t kiss your best friend. Nothing would make you want to kiss him. You take out your phone, pulling up your conversation with Evelina. ‘Add the way he drives my car to the list. Or the way he drives in general. I don’t care.’ You sigh, hesitating before hitting send.

“You ok?” you hear Matthew say, hitting send before you can decide not to as you pull into the parking lot of the liquor store.

“Oh, yeah. My boss is just asking me some stuff about one of my projects at work,” you lie to him. Evelina responds, just with an eye roll emoji.

“Alright,” Matthew says, leading you into the liquor store, “Get something for you and something for Evelina and I’ll pay for it.”

You just nod, both of you giving an awkward smile to the other as you went your separate ways in the store. Evelina needed another bottle of her favorite wine, but you had no idea what you wanted. You eventually find yourself looking at a bottle of wine with Snoop Dogg on the label, of all people. “What’s that?” Matthew startles you, causing you to almost drop the bottle right on the ground.

“This wine brand called 19 Crimes,” you say, showing him the bottle, “Snoop Dogg is a partner in the company.”

“19 Crimes? Is that how many we’re going to commit in the bedroom our first time,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You smile and roll your eyes at him. “It’s a reference to British and Australian history, Matthew,” you tell him, admittedly leaning in a little to his touch.

“Ok?”

“So starting in the 1780s or 90s, Britain, instead of killing their convicts, would send them to Australia as punishment. If you committed one of 19 Crimes, you would be sent there, starting a colony of criminals and eventually turning into the down under we know and love today.”

“What are the 19 crimes?” He asks, leading you through the store.

“The first is grand larceny, or theft above the value of one shilling.”

His hand moves from your waist into your back pocket, your breath hitching slightly at his touch. “Keep going,” he whispers into your air, still leading you around the store.

“The second: petty larceny, which is theft under one shilling.” You feel his fingers start to tense up in your pocket, sending a shiver down your spine as his touch became more intimate. Without waiting, you keep going, “The third was buying or receiving stolen goods.”

He pulls you closer to him, tightening the grip he has on you as he starts to grab bottles from the shelves with his free hand and put them into the cart he was pushing. “What’s the fourth?”

“Stealing, buying, or receiving lead, iron or copper.”

“Seems weird,” he notes.

“The fifth will really get you: impersonating an Egyptian.”

He laughs a low laugh, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Weirdly specific, but keep telling me more.” You could be telling him anything right now, and he would probably be going just as crazy as he was now. Keeping you slightly in front of him, he was glad he couldn’t see how red in the face he was getting from the history you were telling him.

“Six would be stealing from furnished lodgings, so anything stamped with the London County Council seal would send you to Australia. Seven was setting fire to underwood, which is undergrowth in a forest.” You were doing everything in your power to restrain yourself, your hand taking his from your back pocket and moving it back around to the front of you. His fingers find their way into your front pocket, settling on your hip bone as his thumb hooks onto your belt loop.

“Eight,” you keep going before he can say anything else, feeling his gaze on you as you try to ignore the tightening grip, “is stealing letters, advancing the postage, and secreting the money, which is robbing the post office of mail. The ninth was assaulting with an intent to rob.”

You realize Matthew had led you to the back corner of the store, secluded from the other customers. Behind the stake of boxes and the shelves of bottles that surrounded you, no one could see you. Everything he was doing, you would have the same reaction to any boy, you tell yourself. It’s not because it’s Matthew, it’s because he’s just a guy.

“Number ten?” he whispers in your ear, turning you so that you face him.

“Number ten is stealing fish from a pond or river,” you let out, his hands on your waist as he pulls you close to him. He presses his forehead against yours, your hands on his chest. You can feel his heart racing, almost in sync with yours as you keep going. “Similarly, 11 was stealing or destroying roots, trees or plants.”

“Eight more,” he says, kissing your forehead.

Your eyes flutter closed, knowing that looking at him would only make this worse for you. “Because of the divorce laws that were in place, number 12 was common: bigamy, the act of marriage while already in another marriage.” He places another kiss on your forehead, his hands on the small of your back to pull him even closer to you, allowing you to feel everything he felt.

“13 was assaulting, cutting or burning clothing. 14: counterfeiting the copper coin.” His kisses start to trail down the side of your face, tracing your jaw bone as you continue, “Clandestine, or secret marriage was 15.”

“I love that you know this. Four more,” you hear him say, kissing your collar bone as you try to stifle the moan that escaped from your lips anyway, praying that no one saw you two doing this.

Your eyes still closed, you continue, “Stealing a shroud out of a grave was 16. 17: watermen carrying too many passengers on the Thames, if any drowned.”

You let out another involuntary groan before he pulls away, a low chuckle escaping his lips as his forehead is once again pressed on yours. You open your eyes to see his blue ones staring straight into your soul. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as he whispered, “I think it’s pronounced ‘Tems,’ babe.”

A grin on your face, knowing he was right, “Where I’m from, we say it phonetically.” His eyes flicked between yours and your lips, just like they did in your car earlier. “18 was incorrigible rogues, people who had already been convicted as a rogue or vagabond and resists arrest, who broke out of prison and person reprieved from capital punishment.”

“What’s the last one?” he whispers again, his lips nearly ghosting yours.

“The nineteenth and final crime that would get a British convict sent to Australia was embeuling naval stores, or stealing naval supplies, in certain cases.”

His lips hovering against yours, not quite touching but close enough to be begging to connect. “In certain cases, would you want this?”

You knew what he was referring to. Did he actually want this? You were trying to convince yourself that he didn’t, but it was hard to believe that. “Matthew. We...” you hesitate, denying that fact that you wanted to. It wasn’t because it was Matthew, you would be this way with any boy. “We can’t.”

He exhales, pulling away from you. “Ok,” he says, a weak smile. He takes your hand, pushing the cart with the other towards the front of the store. You drop his hand, reaching for your phone to text Evelina.

‘I hate the way he teases me,’ you send her, not wanting to give her any more context. Ignoring the vibration that meant she was responding to you, you watch Matthew as he checks out the copious amount of alcohol that he had gotten for the guys. He bites his bottom lip as he pays, his chest now steadily moving up and down as his breath had calmed down from before.

‘This list has to work for me,’ he thinks to himself. He couldn’t let something like that happen again. He couldn’t let you think of ten things. He didn’t even know how close you were to being done.

The two of you get back into your car, the haul almost completely filling up your trunk. You hadn’t said a word to each other, but you did need to know how Matthew had planned on getting everything back to his place.

With Matthew in the driver's seat, you feel like you need to apologize. As much as you hate to admit it, you were definitely feeling something because of Matthew. Was it because it was specifically Matthew? No, no, it was just... you didn’t know. Something. But, did that just change anything between you?

“Hey, Y/N?” Matthew snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you know all that?”

“We talked about the English colonization of Australia very briefly when I was in high school, but we never went in depth with it. Then I saw this video of a news report in Australia where a woman had submitted a comment saying that if they didn’t like having all the criminals in their country, they should just find another island to send them to. The news casters were laughing so hard saying that that was how Australia was pretty much founded. So I looked into what it took for Britain to send their convicts to Australia. I guess I liked it so much that I just memorized the list? I don’t know, it’s dumb,” you discount yourself. “Sometimes I feel like people forget that I’m actually a little intelligent.”

“I think you’re more than a little intelligent; you’re the smartest person I know.” He turns onto his street, you finally realizing that he had driven to his place to make it easier to bring everything up. “I love y-” he starts, realizing he can’t say what he wants to, “I love that you know so much.”

You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, getting out of the car to help him carry everything up to his place. You do so in silence, needing two trips to your car to get his haul into his apartment. “I’ll see you later?” he asks, once it’s all in. After that, he couldn’t stay in the same room as you, knowing that he would want to do so much more than what had happened in the store.

“Yeah, see ya,” you say, going out the door. You shut it behind you, leaning your back against it. You close your eyes, head touching the cold wood. You needed to finish that list as fast as possible. Seven more things before it was complete. “Fuck.”

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