#Goalies are precious & weird

[naanima]

There is something fucking amazing about Marc Andre Fleury yeeting/flipping TWO number one drafts in one game, seemingly with MINIMUM effort.

Flower, who was a former NUMBER ONE pick of 2003 by the Pittsburgh Penguins did that.

Twenty years later and Flower is flipping generational talent Connor Bedard (2023 #1 draft). And upending veteran Taylor Hall (2010 #1 draft).

Flower played with generational talent Sidney Crosby for over a decade, he can yeet you kids. Old man Flower kicking ass & taking names. LOLs.

#marc andre fleury #minnesota wild #taylor hall #connor bedard #hockey #All hockey players are idiots & assholes #Goalie love #Goalies are precious & weird #Protect your goalie #cackling

[princesstillyenna]

Y'all have gotten real slack with leaving your names attached to things. NO. NONNIE MESSAGES ONLY, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE it enhances my tumblr experience to imagine 1 lonely nonnie who is my best ever friend. So let me nonify this ask, which relates to this post (https://www.tumblr.com/princesstillyenna/738429085695508480?source=share) For the hockey ask game: ⚔️🐀👑

⚔️ What is goaltender interference? (Wrong answers only). It's ruined orgasms for goalies only. (You're allowed to ruin the orgasms of skaters, they fucking deserve it, but goalies are precious and don't)

🐀 What is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard a hockey player say? Honestly, every single game I watch I laugh about Jack Hughes and his "We need to just win the game and not... not... lose the game." There is not a SINGLE braincell inside that boys head. Not one functional thought. He is the epitome of himbo and I love him SO MUCH (except when he ruins NY's playoff chances)

👑 If you could add an award to the NHL awards, what would it be and who would be its inaugural recipient? Like a Miss Congeniality, but also like the OPPOSITE of Miss Congeniality. So the whole league gets to vote for the most likeable player and the least likeable player. There's actually a second failed anon ask about this, so I'm gonna keep it all in one place:

🐺🌟🔔 for the Hockey ish asks!

🐺 Build a NHL starting line up (3F, 2D, 1G) based on a really weird criteria for comedic effect (e.g. guys with names that sound like Dylan). Wanna play a bonus game: I'm gonna make y'all guess the category Mitch Marner - Jack Hughes - Cole Caufield Cale Makar - Ryan Lindgren Juuse Saaros Hint: it's NOTHING to do with what they're like on the ice, and it's also purely subjective, so idk how you're gonna guess 🌟 What are your five favorite things about yourself? Come on, don’t be shy. Give me 5.

I think I'm funny. I also really fucking love my friends. I like my fashion style when I bother, I really like my eyelashes, and when the need arises I'm pretty fucking strong. Emotionally, physically I am a weed.

🔔 Who is an NHL player you are convinced you can best in a physical altercation?

Literally none of them. Not a one. I'm a lover not a fighter ;) no fr fr I hate the idea of getting into a physical fight... I'm pretty short, I haven't had any fight training since I quit judo at like... 10, and I'm disabled... A verbal fight though? I reckon I could destroy a few of them ;)

#ask game #lovely nonnies

[hungrigbuffel]

Hello! 🎄💌 Thought day today for us Manuel Neuer fans … But at least Morocco is winning!

Okay, I’m adding Big Bang Theory and Better Call Saul to my to watch list :)

Yeah same here! I was sightseeing last spring and my knee randomly swelled up for no reason. So weird!

Haha how can you be scared off our little (gigantic) teddy bead Manu, he’s so cute and precious :) He’s only intimidating when he’s screaming at his defense haha 😆

I want Croatia vs Morocco final !!!!

Hello, had a long day but here I am 😊

Yes, wtf did Manu think tho?! I understand being free and fun but at his age?! 😆 Every goalie is intimidating when his defense is composed of clowns, tho 😅

Better Call Saul is amazing and you don't necessarily need to watch Breaking Bad beforehand, but it may be a good idea ;)

Everyone wants Croatia vs Morocco, I hope universe gives us this final 🥰

How was your day? Is there a lot of snow at your place as well? I blinked and suddenly my whole town is under the snow, ridiculous ☃️

#ask #secret santa #❄️❄️❄️

[sleepyheadinthehouse]

Feeling a bit haphazard today so just wanna list down all my fav players right now

1. Claude Giroux my one and only captain

2. Joel farabee this weird funky kid that is also g's son

3. Anthony duclair this awesome awesome man that i have the honour of knowing

4. Matt Grzelcyk short dman that have a soulbond with his dpartner(don't separate them again pls)

5. Teuvo Teräväinen this cool cucumber 🥒

6. Evgeny Svechnikov i wish this man happiness and goofiness all the time you are precious

7. Quinn hughes pls be taken care off by those around you what's the use of having muscly big man if not to coddled the huggy 🐻

8. Anthony Beauvillier cute and sexy at the same time one of the CV girls (curvy and voluptuous)

9. Lukas raymond i just like this kid no question ask also have the potential to be part of CV girls following the footsteps of his beloved captain (dylan larkin)

10. Ryan graves how heartbroken i am after he's traded but seems like the devils are a good fit for him also sculptured beauty

11. Any other flyers they hold special place in my heart cause they are my team but the trials and torture of being a flyers fan🥺

12. Jesper bratt how underrated this man is. Mine's but i like him with nico better than anyone else. He just deserves the best kay

13. Jesper boqvist lovable just like him no reasons😎

14. The goalies never ever deny the loves that they deserves

P/s these are the guys that I follow the most. Of course they are more but well maybe pt2 😚.

#mine #just rambling #excuse me #and excuse you #😎

[haiskanen]

Close up shot of Cal Petersen.

Sharks vs. Kings - 2.9.21

#cal petersen #la kings #los angeles kings #nhl #hockey #goalies #eodm #eodm cal #eodm kings #eodm goalies #ignore that weird yellow part #also look at this precious boy #i love and dislike u and love u all at once

[rymurrsneckbeard]

WHAT?

Fleury fans are attacking the goalie who replaced him somewhere?

You don't say!

#no they WRECKED matt murray #because he wasn't their precious uwu goalie #and now they're trying to do the same shit to lehner #die hard fleury fans are like...1D levels of toxic #like the weird ones who think harry/louis are secretly still a thing #that's some fucked up shit

[nylwnder]

new to the leafs fandom. what are the key things to know?

well first off, hellooooooooo and i hope you’re well 🥰💘 welcome to this chaotic ass world!!!

well getting into the leafs fandom isn’t that hard. some things to know is you’ll cry, and get mad and want to live in a hole a chunk of the time but then they’ll make your day ✨✨ and everything seems like it’ll be alright. (this means we’ll sometimes lose to shit teams and win against good teams). (this also means we actually haven’t passed the first round in a while and well um that’s a whole other pain).

i’ll walk you through the boys just quickly incase you already know the vibez: AM34 is your main scoring man, last years rocket richard winner (what’s given to the highest goal scorer). mitchy (#16) is his right hand and that man will give u some sexc plays!!! bunts is an absolute godly fit into the first line and you’ll love him for his rat-like personality because he always pisses someone off with simply his presence. you got ✨✨ william nylander ✨✨on your second line makinh all of us fall on our knees for VARIOUS reasons that would take days to talk about. john tavares is our lovely captain and he’s just our precious robot man and we adore him!!!!!! great goal scorer and person whole and whole. you got kerfoot, underrated af but an absolute icon for making sweet plays. kase and kampf are you czech besties who normally accompany ilya mikheyev and yet again they’re just like kerfoot — the third line serves!!!!! then you got SPEZZ <3333333 who is our precious veteran who would die for our team no doubt. you’ve got wayne simmonds, an absolute icon and legendary scrapper. MORGAN RIELLY. you’ll love him (and if you already do, you’ll love him even more every day). he’s just amazing. also dating the most decorated figure skater, tessa virtue, and they’re a power couple!!! RASMUS SANDIN. ouuu bestie he’s a fan favourite and just an amazing baby and i love him and yeah ahsksjqkjdwobdmskakdkje. muzz n hollsy are chaotic icons who do funny things that makes you love ‘em but then can also make you wanna pull your hair out. depends the time. you got brodie, created the sprawling defensive play that you will see in every leafs game — it makes you smile. oh soupy!!!!!!!!! aka. jack campbell, aka. the sweetest man you will ever see and he’s an adorable cat dad. ummmm oh well he’s still on the roster 🥴 and that’s right, it’s petr mrazek. we love him but ummm yeah the hockey, hmmm not the vibe. THERES ERIK KÄLLGREN WHOS OUR NEW SWEDISH BABY GOALIE AND HE GOT THE SHUTTY ON HIS FIRST OFFICIAL START SO WE ALL LOVE HIM NOW. there’s joseph woll too, another baby goalie whos now playing really only for the marlies but he got hurt rn so give him good vibez :((( who am i missing??? well i guess the new guys from the trade deadline period who we’ll learn about together: giordano (from seattle tho originally from calgary and was friends w brodie), blackwell (from seattle, truly have no idea who he is) and then lybushkin who’s already been playing and who’ll you’ll appreciate!!

just to put it out there, some honourable mentions of past leafs that have sadly departed from us (no they’re not dead they’re just not playing here anymore) is travis dermott (who just got traded but he was a one of a kind man), zach hyman (that made everyone sad when he left), frederik andersen (he was sweet, but people ripped him apart, smh) and nazem kadri (oh god that trade was hell).

if you haven’t already and want to get to know more about the guys i suggest watching highlights to learn about them as a player and then interviews to just vibe with them (we have good ones so just search up the leafs on yt and go through their leaf to leaf series!!)

THEYRE ABSOLUTE CHOAS. every man on the team. CHAOS. but you’ll eat it all up cause that’s just a reason why you’re staying here for life!!! you’ll see lots of weird ass haircuts, interesting clothing, ummm ‘no thots head empty’ meme worthy pictures and some spicy pictures as well!!!

if you ever go to the game, well the arena is absolutely insane and i hope you have fun!!!!! that’s if you’re willing to spend some big bucks on them (or if you’re feeling lucky, @thefordfanatic_offical on instagram has ticket giveaways for home games so u can def enter cause i won and it was so cool!!)

#ummm hope that helps 💀💀 #oh there’s also a docu series that you can check out of us!!!! called ‘all or nothing: toronto maple leafs’ #thanks for these questions tho!!! #asks answered #hola anon <3 #toronto maple leafs

[faber-samwell]

No one asked but... here’s Samwell Men’s Hockey Faber Snack Shack regular orders:

Bittle: Cherry slushie. Adorable.

Knight: Slim Jims. Or... any kind of beef jerky. So much beef jerky. 

Birkholtz and Oluransi: Gatorade Cool Blue and Glacier Freeze, respectively, and a single order of nachos... shared of course. 

Team Manager Duan: Black coffee and soft pretzel. (pretty sure I’ve seen her dunking the pretzels in the coffee, which makes me question her waning sanity even more.)

Zimmermann: A single pack of sugar free gum. Yawn. 

Chow: Oreos. But... only after a win. Goalies are weird and precious. 

Poindexter: Pepperoni pizza slice. 

Nurse: Mixed nuts and an “Earl Grey Special” (we only have store brand black tea, but he insists on calling it this)

#smh #check please #omgcp #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #shitty knight #adam birkholtz #justin oluransi #larissa duan #chris chow #william poindexter #derek nurse #faber rink #check please rp blog

[wxlfstxrx]

I'm honestly so impatient and want to know about Finn and Leo's first kiss!!!! Could you do your take on it?

wOkay this is a long one, and i lowkey feel like i should turn this into prose instead. if anyone wants me to, pls holla @ me hehehheehe

leo has had a crush on finn since one week into moving into the apartment, but he’s perceptive as hell and doesn’t wanna overstep boundaries by making a move on finn when he obviously has something going on with logan

he does do other things like hug him and ruffle his fiery red hair. he can’t help himself, finn is too adorable and he never wants to leave his side

eventually though, two years or so later, logan and finn have their big bi crisis and finn comes home that night all smiley and dopey and leo’s heart just shatters into a billion shards

he avoids finn all week, even going as far as to leave their apartment earlier to head to the rink, claiming that he wants to get a short workout in before trainings, when in reality he just cannot bear to sit in a car with finn and be in that close proximity to him, knowing that he can’t have him

after trainings he rushes off and spends all day roaming around gryffindor, either on his own or with whoever else is free to grab lunch together and just hang out

one day he goes back to the apartment earlier, knowing he’s being moody and ridiculous, and he resolves to cook a nice dinner (which hasn’t happened all week) and try to set things right with finn

stuck onto the fridge though, is a note telling him that he’s going to be out till late and leo’s stomach drops and his heart just squeezes tightly in his chest

before he realises it he’s crying, tears streaming down his face and he locks himself in his bedroom, refusing to do anything besides hide under his duvet as his heart breaks over and over again because he loves this boy so much but of course logan and him have had a long history together and they’re obviously head over heels for each other and leo honestly shouldn’t be that surprised and affected

and maybe he’s just disappointed because he thought he’d actually be able to be himself, and that he’d even be able to find love, because now he’s not the only queer player in the league that he knows of, but now that finn and logan are together he’s just alone, all over again and he wonders whether he’ll ever be able to be this comfortable around anyone else ever again and basically, he’s stuck in a downward spiral from there

he barely notices finn banging on his door at one point, softly at first and getting increasingly louder until he’s yelling his voice hoarse and pounding his fists on the door

finn notices that leo’s been acting weirdly around him ever since he came home that night after having sorted things out with logan

he knows leo saw it written on his face, he was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve. leo, on the other hand, as a goalie, knows how to hide his expressions well, and finn cannot for the life of him understand what has happened and why he’s been avoiding him like the plague

he initially assumes that leo’s just having a bad day or two, and that he needs some time alone and so he doesn’t think much about it

but when leo five more minutes knut religiously wakes up earlier three days in a row to hit the team gym before trainings, finn knows something is really wrong

he tries to catch leo after training that day but the blonde’s left by the time he’s out of the showers. he looks worriedly at logan and they head back to dumo’s later that afternoon to talk about it

very subtly, they ask dumo if they’ve noticed leo acting weirdly over the past few days and dumo being dumo, Knows What’s Up

he raises an eyebrow and tells them i don’t know, what do you think? and the two boys frown at each other, trying to figure out what dumo knows but they don’t

dumo just shakes his head and smiles sadly at the two clueless boys

over the next few days, finn tries to find opportunities to talk to leo but he somehow just knows when finn’s trying to catch him alone so he latches onto another team member, any team member, at any given moment, all the way until they leave the rink

finn gets increasingly upset, and he doesn’t know why his heart hurts so bad, why leo’s all he can think of the whole day, wondering what’s going on with him and wanting so desperately to hold him in his arms and make sure he’s alright, so he speaks to logan, who surprisingly, apparently feels the same way

they come to realise that they have both grown fond of baby leo over the past two years, ever since he joined the team and started hanging out with them

while shocking at first, because isn’t it completely weird and wrong to have feelings for two people at the same time? neither of them are willing to let go of this precious baby boy

they head back to dumo’s one afternoon after training when he offers to cook dinner for them and they’re like hey dumo, just a completely random, completely hypothetical question, is it normal for someone to like two people at once?

dumo has to bite back a smile as he turns away from the stove to look at the two boys perched on the tabletop, shoulder to shoulder and swinging their legs back and forth, trying and failing to look totally casual

he plays along though, giving them advice along the way as they bombard him with questions. he tells them about polyamory and he assures them that people in a polyamorous relationship are not wrong, and definitely not bad people for liking more than one person at one time

at one point, celeste comes in and she also tells them that maybe sometimes when it feels like something’s missing between a couple, like an incomplete puzzle, they’re just missing that one piece, that one person to fill in the final piece of the puzzle and that’s completely okay and suddenly it seems as though finn and logan have emerged from underwater; their heads are clear and it’s like something just clicks into place

they give the two boys a knowing look and continue cooking dinner, and they head down to logan’s basement right after dinner to have a long conversation about the boy they have come to know and care for

finn eventually heads back to the apartment, hoping he can get some time to speak to leo one on one

he’s beyond nervous, and he has a lot of scenarios playing out in his head on how their talk will go

but nothing prepares him for the locked door and quiet sobs from leo’s room

his heart starts racing and he’s starting to panic because leo almost never cries unless something really bad happens, but he forces himself to knock softly, hoping that leo will open the door

when he calls his name a few times and receives no response, just continued muffled crying and shuddering exhales, he starts knocking louder to a point where he’s basically pounding the door down

he shouts leo’s name over and over again, and he’s almost in tears himself now because did something terrible happen and is leo okay and is he safe in there? he doesn’t know, and he hates that he doesn’t know

he suddenly remembers he has leo’s room key and he scrambles to his room to grab the key, unlocking leo’s door and rushing over to the bed where he’s hidden under his duvet, curled up in a ball

he stops short at the side of the bed, not knowing what to do except stare at leo’s shaking frame beneath the duvet, who by now has gone almost completely silent

he sucks in a breath and crosses over to the opposite end of the bed, and hesitating for a moment, he climbs in, diving under the duvet to lie beside leo

he can barely make out his features and it’s so warm from leo’s body heat, but finn’s eyes adjust to the darkness a little bit and he can vaguely see blue irises and red-rimmed eyes, and his face is flushed and blotchy. his bottom lip has been bitten raw and he looks so upset and hurt that tears spring in finn’s eyes as they stare at each other, lying on their sides, close enough for their breaths to mingle but not close enough to be touching

leo’s eyes are weary but guarded, and when finn opens his mouth, presumably to ask if he’s okay, he turns around, burying his head in the crook of his elbow

finn’s heart is thrumming in his chest and he chews on his bottom lip, wondering if he should or shouldn’t

he decides to just go for it, and he scoots closer to leo, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in so his back is flush to his chest

leo jerks, but finn’s arm tightens and he’s sure the taller boy can feel his heart thundering in his chest but he doesn’t care. tell me what’s wrong, he pleads, and leo stays silent for a few moments

leo feels sparks igniting all throughout his body the moment finn touches him and pulls him into his chest. his heart feels like it’s going to jump out of his throat, and he’s so confused, and scared, and does logan know this is happening??? oh god— he tries to pull away but finn’s not having any of it, his arm tightens around his waist and leo feels like he might spontaneously combust

tell me what’s wrong, finn murmurs, his breath tickling the back of leo’s shoulder and he closes his eyes, swallowing hard. he has an internal debate on whether to tell finn everything that he’s been feeling the past week, the past two years, or to just push him away and avoid him again

but with finn’s thumb rubbing soothingly on leo’s side, he realises he cannot hold his feelings in any longer. he doesn’t open his eyes as he pours his heart out to finn. once he starts talking, he cannot stop, everything coming out like word vomit as he tells him how he’s had a crush on him for about two years now, and that he always knew he and logan had something going on but he never wanted to pry or intrude, and that he knew the night they got together, because he had come home with the biggest smile leo has ever seen on him, and he had looked like he had truly seen and felt love coursing through his veins, clear as day and right as rain, and leo cannot help the tears flowing down his cheeks again as he tells finn that he’s all he ever wanted, that he’s the only person that can make him feel so himself, and that in a sport where queer players are so looked down upon, he doesn’t know if he can ever find another person like him to love

halfway through, he vaguely registers finn’s chest rising and falling faster, and he hears him sniffling, and they’re both crying hard as finn climbs on top of leo, pushing him to lie flat on his back as he straddles his hips. it all happens so slowly and so tenderly, yet so fast and so passionately; finn leans down, cupping his cheeks in his hands, and crushes their mouths together

their lips move in a slow but intense rhythm, like the rising and falling of the tide. he tastes their tears like the salty ocean and they’re both breathing hard and fast like they’re fighting to breathe against the raging currents. the bubbling feeling in his chest crescendos and crashes over him in waves, and his brain short circuits for a moment, until he breaks out of the water’s surface and he can finally think again 

he pushes finn away and scrambles away, terrified that he’s just ruined whatever they have. he slaps a hand to his mouth as he tries to regain his composure, and finn looks confused and hurt and suddenly leo finds his voice again. logan, is the one word he rasps out, in between sobs

he knows he’s fucked everything up, and he wants nothing more than to continue hiding under his duvet forever and never see finn or logan or anybody ever again, and the mere thought of it sends him into hysterics

until he feels a warm hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away and tugging gently at his wrist. please, finn whispers, i want to talk to you about something. leo blinks slowly, his vision clearing and finn’s face coming back into focus

finn smiles hesitantly as leo fixes his gaze on him, and he tells him about the past week, and how he’s been worrying himself sick, wondering if there was something that he did to make him close off like that, because not once in two years has he seen that happen, and he’s been feeling like a part of his heart has been ripped out of his chest, the way he’s been overthinking and trying to figure out what’s wrong, and leo sees and hears for the first time how much finn truly cares for him, and he lets himself hope, just a little bit

finn rambles on, pausing here and there as he tries to put in words the thoughts and feelings that have been swirling around within him, and how he and logan had come to a realisation that they both wanted him, really wanted him. leo’s holding his breath now, he dares not breathe for the fear that he’s going to wake up from a dream the moment he does

finn talks for a long time, explaining the basics of polyamory to him, whatever dumo and celeste told him and logan earlier that evening, and finn tells him about the missing piece of a puzzle that he and logan are trying to build together, and that he’s the missing piece they’ve been unknowingly searching for all this time

leo’s eyes grow wide and he finally opens his mouth. what does this mean for us? he asks softly, hoping that he’s thinking about the same thing that the other two boys are thinking, but at the same time not daring to let down his guard just yet

finn breaks into a genuine smile then, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his teeth biting down briefly on his bottom lip as his amber eyes blaze with a fire he’s never seen before

we want to be with you, he whispers as his hands find leo’s, lacing their fingers together. we want to spend time with you, and protect you. we want to share our lives with you. we want to love you. we want to be with you, if you’ll have us.

leo’s eyes flutter shut again as he’s overcome with emotion. he takes a few deep breaths and opens his eyes again to make sure he’s not just living a wild dream. when he looks into finn’s eyes and sees nothing but honesty and love, he chokes on a fresh wave of tears as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and nods, slowly at first, then faster, his face splitting into a wide grin, his dimples making an appearance after so long

finn laughs wetly as he pulls leo in for another kiss, and leo doesn’t fight it this time

the next time they have training together, leo is evidently much happier than the team has seen him in a while, and they’re all confused but immensely pleased, dumo in particular. he goes up to him at the end of training, when half the team has already left, and he ruffles his hair affectionately before pulling him into a fatherly hug. leo smiles bewilderedly at dumo, who just winks and skates away, humming quietly to himself

finn and logan, who are watching a few feet away, skate over once everyone else is gone, having headed back to the locker room to shower. they pull him in for a quick hug and start tugging him along to skate a few more laps around the rink to cool down, discussing lunch plans all the while, before they start making their way off the ice

just before they step off, logan taps finn on his butt as he always does after trainings, something that he’s done since their harvard days, but then he does the same to leo, giving him a smile and a wink, and leo can’t help but grin sappily all the way back to the locker rooms, feeling as though he can finally exhale after all this time

#Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #O'Knutzy #lumosinlove

[shinymooncolor]

Sweater weather chat #12 part 2

Hi all!!! 

As promised - here’s part two to chat #12!

First of all - massive thanks to @lumosinlove for giving us this world! 

Also thanks to @frombeauxbatons for giving me ideas, support and just generally letting me vent and rant <3 

the amazing @paulian03 cleverly came up with Sirius giving the boys the nickname O’Knutzy in the story and that features both in this chat and the next. :) 

link to part 1 here :) 

So, 

Sirius is hiding in a closet. Remus is sarcastic. Kris is worried. So much love for single dad Kris <3. Dumo wants to call PETA. Blizzard doesn't judge. Olli has opinions. Olli is the best. Timmy is offended. Alice is a boss. Finn has ideas. They involve glitter and rainbows. Mental health awareness is important! Natalie is precious. We establish that consent is EVERYTHING! 

Sweater weather chat #12 part 2

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Tuesday 2.54 pm 

Sirius <3: re!!!!!! Help. I’m in the green closet. 

Remus ❤️: I’m not gonna make a joke. But. It’s right there. Which green closet? I lost you around the beds. Thought you were behind me. How’re you sneaking away so quietly? 

Sirius <3: someone put it on Twitter. That I’m here. These ladies followed me. Hat to throw my hat down on the floor as a way to distract them. Never seeing that again 😭 

Remus ❤️: sneaky....... you could just sign their bras and get on with your life.

Sirius <3: really? Sarcasm. I was being hunted by cougars re. It’s scary. Help me.

Remus ❤️: alright. Send me a pic. 

Sirius <3: *pic* 

Remus ❤️: I sent you to get a lamp. You ended up on the first floor somehow? In the kids section. And no we’re not buying that massive shark. 

Sirius <3: it’s for Ava. 🥺

Remus ❤️: really? 

Sirius <3: she told me Jackie is her favorite (I assume Jackie is Nado?) and I need to be the favorite. Logan already beat me with the Dumais’ kids. I need to win somewhere. 

Remus ❤️: and bribing her is the way?

Sirius <3: of course it is. How else? Can’t dazzle her with my hockey or money or fame. Need some real firepower and a big shark is a winner. 

Remus ❤️: I’m here now. Which closet are you in? 

——

Tuesday 4.31 pm

Nadotheman: guess who’s trending on twitter for hooking up in Ikea.

Blizzard: my first guess is always you? But as you’re texting you’re either oddly proud or it’s not you. Kuny? 

RussianGod: not me 

Timmyforrealz: @blizzard you’re not even thinking about me? Could totally have been me. Nado not the only one who’s got crazy girl skills. 

Ollibear: skills? Buddy you’ve had a three month drought. 

Timmyforrealz: DONT listen to Olli. He’s a baby. He’s still a little virgin. 

Ollibear: first of all. There’s nothing wrong with not being into sex. Asexuality is a valid thing. Also I’m not a Virgin. I just prefer a partner who either has no idea who I am or likes me for me. 

Ollibear: also, the three of you are easy @russiangod @nadotheman @timmyforrealz. You literally sell out for a pat on the ass and a wink. I could get with either of you with very little effort. 

Nadotheman: oi! I’m not easy. I have an acquired taste. 

Talkiewalkie: acquired taste = anything human with a pulse and the ability to consent. Literally. I’ve watched you pick up. 

RussianGod: as long as consent. What’s big deal? They say yes it’s ok. 

Prongstar: I JUST SAW THE PIC WTF?????

Prongstar: also, Olli? That’s the spirit. 

LeWilliam: cap?!!???? 

Logantremblayzzz: whattttt 

Talkiewalkie: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WELL YOU CERTAINLY CAME OUT THE CLOSET..... LITERALLY

CarbO’Hara: damn!!! I was gonna say that 

Newt-leo: I said it first. You just type like a madman.

Krisvolley: is that the shark you dropped off for Ava? 

DumoDad: better call peta. Poor shark. 

Siriusly: it’s not whAt it looks like. Someone tweeted I was in there and the cougars descended upon me. I had to hide. Someone actually ripped my shirt and Remus was gone to look at pillows. I had to hide. It was scary. 

Blizzard: so you didn’t do a quickie in Ikea with a plushie shark watching? 

Siriusly: no. We didn’t, also, sirius had to put his shirt back on in a Hurry. Someone did rip it (re here) 

Blizzard: I’m not judging. Whatever makes your skates fly cap. Never had Re as an exhibitionist tho . 

Siriusly: he’s not. We didn’t do anything. Some lady ripped my shirt and I hid in the closet while the nice Ikea girl distracted them with some sort of family offer I think or free ice cream whatever. But they’d actually ripped my shirt. Re helped me put it back on... you guys are idiots. 

Logantremblayzzz: heheheh whatever you say. 

Krisvolley: so you didn’t do nasty things to or near the shark my daughter is now refusing to give up? She’s named it fluffy. I’m worried. She said it’s just smiling? Should I be worried? 

Siriusly: ew no of course not. Promise. 

Nadotheman: sure. Also I see what you’re doing cap. I’m favorite. Back off.😫

Siriusly: no idea what you mean. JACKIE 

Blizzard: Jackie? That’s cute. How’re you today Jackie? 😘

Nadotheman: shut up kasey. Or I’m gonna spank youuuu 

Krisvolley: you guys do realize she’s literally calling whoever gives in to her whims and tantrums her favorite right? Also I’m her dad. I’ll always be her number 1! ❤️

Nadotheman: awww we know. Best single dad!!! 

Siriusly: we’re not trying to steal her kris! You’re doing amazing! 

Ollibear: yeah man she’s so lucky she’s got you!!! 

Blizzard: we love you kris 💖💖💖

—-

Wednesday 1.33

Alice: alright. Ikea confirmed that there was a situation involving fans and we were able to mostly control the narrative. You have to prepare for some chirps and a few memes. 

Sirius: what’s a meme? 

Alice: I swear to god sometimes you’re a grandpa stuck in a young man’s body. Ask the rookies. 

Sirius: you’re really mean. 

Alice: I’m also really good at my job. So suck it up captain. You’re a hockey god. I’m a PR god. We work together and magic happens.

Sirius: I’d think that was flirting but I’ve seen you make heart eyes at frank. So. We’re good right? I swear I won’t roll my eyes for the next, like, three interviews 

Alice: you better not love. And yes, frank is rather into me, isn’t he? Time I put him out of his misery, I think. 

Sirius: good luck! (To frank) 

Alice: I’ll tell him 😜

—- 

Finn: hey Alice!! 

Alice: O’Hara, how can I help? 

Finn: I just had an idea ok? 

Alice: I hope it’s better than take your dog to work day. 

Finn: that was a great idea. Not my fault that skates and jersey are easily confused for chew toys. 

Finn: but I thought we could do a charity skate or something? (Need your brain here) so all Star was a massive success so maybe we could do like a charity thing soon and get money for like lgbt+ mental health awareness right? Like. Cap is of course new to this but I can speak up, my brother is happy to support too and I bet the team would too! We could invite young people on the ice and do like a you can play thing? I know it’s not pride but like. We could wear rainbows and glitttee and????  I really wanna support cap!! 

Alice: I like your enthusiasm and the idea. Give me a few days with my team and we can work on something? I also believe congratulations are in order? For your and your boys? 

Alice: also. you typed about 100 “like” in there. I’m worried about the state of the American school system. You're a Harvard graduate.... 

Finn: I love you! I’m terrified of you but I also love you and thanks. I want to get us jerseys saying O’Knutzy? That’s cute right. 

Alice: it’s easy to make happen but Finn, maybe sit down with your boys and heather first ok? Maybe cap too. Coming out is a lot and I want to make sure you’re okay with the consequences. There’s a lot of bigoted people out there and it breaks my heart I can’t protect you better than I do! 

Finn; hey we know you’ve got our back! 

Alice: I’ll see what I can do. Is the team ok with this? 

Finn: yeah most of them I’ve asked and the rest will follow I’m sure. 😀

Alice: you’re a good kid! I’ll do my best! 

Finn: 😘😘😘

Alice: I’d say that’s inappropriate but I know you mean well! 

——

Finn: NAT!!! She said she’ll look into it! 

Nat: I love you finn and we’re gonna make this event explode in a shower of glitter, love and rainbows. 

Finn: 💖🏳️‍🌈💖🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Nat: 😘 also sent you some stuff on email about poly. 

Finn: wait? You and kasey???

Nat: No but I’m a musician baby, me being in a het relationship is the weird thing in our community 😜

Finn: maybe I hang with the wrong crowds. 

Nat: hopeless hockey boys ❤️

Finn: you’re dating one. 

Nat: I know. And I ship your poly arrangement harder than fangirls on tumblr. If anyone says anything tell me and I’ll relieve them of their knee caps

Finn: I get why you and kasey works. His threats are also oddly specific. He made the Boston rat cry when he detailed his imminent death via goalie pads. It was eerie. 

Nat: that’s my man 😍

Finn: weirdos. I’ll let you know when Alice is back ❤️

Nat: 😜🏳️‍🌈💖🙏🏻🌍😇

#lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #sweaterweather #sweaterweatherchats #sweaterweatherchatsnr12 #wolfstar #mental health awareness

[churchofrileytanev]

five crushes (and why)

1. chris tanev (yes, even in this present day but i have included a throwback to prove my point)

okay he is simply just ✨beautiful✨ (especially when he had teeth y’all) like the strong features, long dark hair

he looks like he would give nice hugs and that’s an important trait

he is dependable, kind, even-keeled, and honestly just a wholesome dude

also riley 🥺🥺🥺

2. zack macewen

look at him.... he is the blueprint that every man should aspire to be

beautiful eyebrows, absolute unit and a half, luscious curly brown hair, i think there’s a few freckles in there somewhere...... just ✨chef’s kiss✨

he is the ideal dog dad and would probably give the world to alfie if he asked

he is simply the perfect man. he likes star wars, builds forts, is feisty and scary on ice but pure off. we love him!!

3. connor hellebuyck

VEZINA WINNER CONNOR HELLEBUYCK HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

he may be a lot quirky and occasionally weird but i love this man

if y’all haven’t picked up on it yet, i do be liking absolute units with long dark hair

he likes outdoorsy things which just adds to his goalie charm

and the lil wiggle dance thing after wins/shutouts 🥺

4. adam lowry

himbo city

but look at that man!!!!!!!!

5. jesperi kotkaniemi

he is ✨baby✨

just adorable and an absolute angel

would take me to tim’s and only maybe get lost along the way

like look at how precious he is, i cannot get over it

thank you for @ethan-bears @dude-wheres-makar @blvejackets and @carter-hart-doo-doo-doo79 for tagging me 💛💛

tagging @tanevthehimbo @berrybreadd @sportmodepetey and anyone else who wants to join!! 🥰 but no pressure 💛

#i was tagged #can y’all tell i have a type orrrrrr #vancouver canucks #winnipeg jets #montreal candiens #chris tanev #zack macewen #connor hellebuyck #adam lowry #jesperi kotkaniemi

[naanima]

Our fragile Omega Princess Tristan Jarry either gets shutouts or bombs out completely. He is committed to one or the other. There is no in between.

Also the planets were obviously aligned correctly for him to be at his best tonight. Fuck the haters etc.

#pittsburgh penguins #tristan jarry #NHL goalies #Goalie love #i have zero defence against goalies #Goalies are precious & weird

[tysonbaerrie]

What I’ve Learned About the Dallas Stars

So, I've stanned the Stars for about a month now. Here’s what I've learned about my favorite boys. 

Jamie Benn Don't poke the bear. Look at any of his boys the wrong way and he will stomp you to death with his hooves. Has a girlfriend you WILL fall in love with. Terrible taste in knee tattoos. Tyler Seguin's husband. 

Ben Bishop Has a tooth he pops out to scare kids. Gentle giant. Flexible. Cute in that weird goalie way. Husband material.

Jason Dickinson Has a beautiful face that everyone seems determined to fuck up?? Leave the man be. Has a cute af girlfriend.

Denis Gurianov Has rockets attached to his skates. Funky little Russian.

Miro Heiskanen Has literally never done anything wrong in his life.

Roope Hintz A literal baby. But, like, also kinda hot?? Weird. Makes me uncomfortable and confused.

Stephen Johns I cry just thinking about him. Strong, wonderful man who deserves all the good things in life.

Anton Khudobin Weird goalie vibe but it works for him. I want to put giant man in my pocket.

John Klingberg Swedish, so automatically superior to you.

Jamie Oleksiak Likes thick girls. A king.

Joe Pavelski A literal dad. He's everyone's dad, sorry I don't make the rules.

Corey Perry Garbage man put him in the trash.

Alexander Radulov Scary, but also adorable?? Like, I want to hug him but I also feel like he could kill a man.

Tyler Seguin Literally the dumbest dumb dumb you will ever meet. A complete thot. But you can't help but love him?? He's precious protect him forever.

#dallas stars #idk i just really love them okay???

[hungrigbuffel]

Hello! 🎄 I hope you’ve had a great day. How is the weather where you are? It started snowing today but it’s above zero degrees so it’s just wet and not pretty at all. But surprisingly not that cold! I see that you also joined the Bono fan club 👀 He’s soooo precious!!!!! I hope Morocco wins this whole thing just so we can see him happy. What is one thing that you don’t like about Christmas? I guess for me it will be the fact that when the holiday season ends, after the new years there’s this weird time when it’s still cold but nothing exciting is happening haha.

Hello! ☺️

I had a nice day, I was watching TV series called "Young Sheldon", do you know it? ;) Now I dropped my bf to the doctor's appointment and I am waiting for him to finish it.

Here it's the same, it was snowing, then it all melted, now it is just snow + rain. This type of weather + roadworks = not the most pleasant mix for me 🥲

I adore goalies the most but very often they can't show their skill! This WC is a good place for many of them to shine and I adore all of them 🥰

Morocco winning would be amazing but I have a feeling it is unrealistic 😅 hopefully I am wrong!

Same here! Before Christmas you have a lot to wait for - holidays, autumn, Halloween, etc. But afterwards it is like: That is all, hope you had fun while it lasted! 😖 I am already worried that I will blink and Christmas will be over and I won't take much out of it 😅

Do you decorate your house/flat for Christmas? What kind of decorations do you have? ☺️ I still haven't done this but I plan to put a small Christmas tree and some cosy, nice lamps on the wall :)

#ask #secret santa #💞

[bittysvalentines]

Going for Gold

To @allmylittleflaws

From @effyeahzimbits

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dex/Nursey

“Will you fucking quit typing? I’m trying to sleep here.”

    Nursey glanced up from the white glare of his laptop screen. The plane was mostly in darkness, but he could see his teammate’s golden eyes glaring at him from across the aisle. They were surrounded by the soft snores of other members of the United States Men’s Hockey team, and none of them had been disturbed by the clacking of Nursey’s plastic keys. He was pretty sure Poindexter just had it in for him.

    Nursey couldn’t blame him. Ever since that match a few months ago where the Rangers played the Islanders, the budding rivalry between the two teams exploded to new heights, and Poindexter seemed to carry that grudge off the ice too. Nursey still wasn’t entirely sure what had kicked it off - something about the Rangers’ goalie and a wayward puck sent by an Islander’s D-man. Either way, a fight of epic proportions ensued, resulting in both teams nearly sacrificing their entire benches to the sin bin.

    Nursey had been on the other side of the rink at the time, but he soon pelted over to defend his goalie. He’d only gotten halfway when he was suddenly tackled by Poindexter and sent colliding with the ice. It was a defensive tactic used to keep the pair of them out of the scuffle, but it was enough to raise Nursey’s hackles. He only managed to throw a couple of haphazard punches to Poindexter’s face before he was being dragged away by an official and that was that.

    Or so Nursey had thought. Fans of both teams expressed their delight at the spectacle all over social media, and it wasn’t long before videos of the match went viral. ESPN highlighted his little brawl with Poindexter, and before Nursey knew it, his Twitter account blew up with notifications. False stories about some feud between the two of them spread like wildfire across the Internet, even though Nursey had never even said two words to the guy. Still, it felt harmless enough to Nursey, and he even joined in on the fun a little, pinging a few chirpy tweets Poindexter’s way. The other D-man didn’t seem to appreciate it though, even going so far as to tell one reporter brave enough to ask about it that Nursey needed to “grow the fuck up and start playing decent hockey.”

    Nursey took offence at that. He took pride in his game and loved playing for the Rangers. However, he was strongly urged by PR to refrain from retaliating and the spat was left as it was. The two teams weren’t due to meet for another month or two, but that was the least of Nursey’s concerns. Not long after the fight he’d received confirmation that he had been chosen to play for the United States in the 2022 Winter Olympics in Beijing. He’d been ecstatic, that was, until he saw the name of another defenceman on that list. William Poindexter.

    He’d tried not to worry about it too much. That was easier said than done though when practice sessions finally rolled around. It was a tight team, containing top players from all over the country and captained by none other than Kent fucking Parson, and Nursey was honoured to be a part of it. But working with Poindexter was tough. There was none of the smoothness Nursey had with his defence partner at the Rangers. Poindexter seemed to play by his own agenda, working against Nursey rather than with him. No words were spoken between them, but Nursey could see the contempt in his partner’s eyes every time they passed each other. If nothing else, it at least brought out Nursey’s competitive streak and made him play harder. And they must have been doing something right, because the Coach had placed them on the starting line together.

    And now came a couple of weeks of hardcore hockey with the possibility of medals resting on his broad shoulders. He was excited, genuinely over the moon crazy kind of excited. But he was also worried. He didn’t want this weird spat to affect his game, and he also didn’t want people to make out it was worse than it actually was. He never had anything against Poindexter before all of this kicked off, but if he wanted to cause trouble while they were out here representing their country, then Nursey wasn’t going to stand by and let it happen. But for now, he was going to keep his head down and play good hockey.

    “I can’t sleep,” he murmured in response to Poindexter’s snapped words. “I never can on planes.”

    “So do something else. I can’t sleep with that racket in my ear,” Poindexter argued, nodding towards the laptop.

    “Put earphones in then or something,” Nursey suggested. He couldn’t resist rolling his eyes. Poindexter’s tone was starting to get his back up.

    “What are you even writing?” Poindexter demanded, leaning in his plush seat to try and get a glimpse of Nursey’s screen.

    Nursey glowered and tilted it away from him, instantly on the defensive.

    “None of your fucking business.”

    “Are you writing poetry?” Poindexter asked in what definitely sounded like a sneer.

    “I said it’s none of your fucking business!” Nursey snapped, slamming the laptop lid down harder than he meant to.

    “Hey!” A voice thick with sleep called over from a few rows away. “Both of you cut it out or I’ll have you run burpees ‘til you puke.”

    Nursey bristled. The Coach was pissed now, and it was all because Poindexter was too precious to try and sleep with a bit of noise. Nursey clenched his jaw and physically turned away from the other defenceman. If he had to look at his stupid freckly face any longer, he’d punch it. He folded his arms in a huff and glared out of the window instead. There wasn’t much to see except expanses of thick, fluffy dark clouds but he concentrated hard on them, counting the rare glimmers of stars that glinted through. Thankfully, he managed to fall asleep.

    He didn’t know how, but he was signed up to share a room with Kent Parson. He’d met the guy once at a benefit before practices started, and other than a suave “hey how’re you doing?” (to which Nursey blushed and stammered over his words like a dork), they hadn’t spoken. At practice Nursey could say with confidence that Parson was a solid captain. He took initiative, looked out for his team members on the ice and got shit done. But off the ice and in a dorm room in the Olympic village? Nursey didn’t know what to expect.

    “Hey. You wanna see pictures of my cat?”

    Okay, so it wasn’t that. But hell fucking yes Nursey wanted to see pictures of Kent Parson’s cat. He huddled next to Parson on his squeaky, scratchy mattress and peered over his shoulder at his Instagram. The cat was a huge fluffball of a thing with massive green eyes and a sparkly collar. If it was pink it would probably look like candyfloss with ears. Nursey wasn’t usually a cat person, but he thought he’d make exceptions for that one.

    Parson didn’t stick around long. After ten minutes of cooing over the cat pictures, he announced he was meeting a friend and sauntered off, the epitome of cool carelessness. Even the way his hair flopped seemed effortlessly nonchalant. Nursey thought he had wandered off in the direction of the Canadian athletes’ dorm, but he couldn’t be sure. As long as Parson was back before the game tomorrow, it really wasn’t any of his business.

    The dorm room seemed depressingly empty after that. It wasn’t very inviting to begin with, and after half an hour the dull, beige walls and stark sheets were suffocating. He shoved his boots back on and stowed his laptop under his arm, hoping there would be somewhere with a decent Wi-Fi signal and a good cup of coffee he could hang out at until team dinner. Most of the guys on his team had announced plans to nap, and Nursey didn’t want to disturb them in the hopes of finding a companion. In the immortal words of his Rangers captain – never wake a sleeping hockey player.

    The Village was huge. He wandered past buildings that all looked the same, half following the multi-lingual signs and half following other athletes. It was an icy February, and he was grateful for the thick, padded duffel coats they’d been provided with. He hoped they could keep all the clothes they’d been given. It was pretty awesome wandering around with “Team USA” embroidered on everything. His mom was keeping a scrapbook too and he knew she’d love the Team USA dressing robe folded up on his bed.

    He turned a corner and halted in his tracks at the sight of the recreation centre domineering the horizon. Banners adorning its walls boasted a theatre and a cinema, plus sports halls and exercise facilities and even a spa. Making a mental note to check that out after dinner, he went on the hunt for coffee and Wi-Fi. It was like a maze inside. He bypassed the McDonalds and instead headed for the official athletes’ cafeteria.

    It was already bustling with people, all of them prattling loudly over the sound of scraping chairs and clattering dishes. Nursey had to take a minute to absorb it all and stop himself from getting overwhelmed. Breathing in check, he strode into the crowd. He emerged clutching the biggest takeaway mug of coffee he could find and a slice of cake the nutritionist definitely wouldn’t have agreed with. It was a bit harder to find a table, but eventually he located an empty one in a quieter corner of the room.

    He people watched and nibbled his cake while he waited for his laptop to load up. It was incredible really, seeing the sheer amount of people gathered to play a few sports. The atmosphere was electric though. Everyone was clearly super excited to be there and play for their countries. Inspired by their enthusiasm, Nursey’s hands were soon speeding over his keyboard.

    “More poetry?”

    Nursey’s fingers froze. Feeling a weird sense of déjà vu, he raised his eyes to see Poindexter standing in front of him, clutching his own bucket of coffee. No cake though. He was wearing the same Team USA tracksuit they’d all been issued, but Nursey couldn’t help noticing just how well it seemed to sit on Poindexter’s broad shoulders.

    “Blog post, actually,” Nursey replied, fighting to keep his voice cool. Poindexter’s tone hadn’t been snippy, but Nursey was still on the defensive.

    “Oh. Cool.”

    Nursey lifted a well-groomed eyebrow at him. Cool? Out of all the words that could have possibly tumbled out of Poindexter’s mouth, that certainly wasn’t what he expected. He wanted to document the entire Olympics process for his online blog to accompany his Instagram and Twitter reports, but he doubted it was anything Poindexter would be interested in.

    Poindexter shrugged, and if Nursey didn’t know better, he could have sworn he saw the faint tint of a blush underneath those freckles.

    “I saw your Twitter. You seem to write a lot.”

    Nursey blinked. Was Poindexter actually attempting to have a conversation with him? It was a bit awkward with the other defenceman hovering over the table like that, but seeing how nervous he looked was kind of cute.

    “Yeah. I majored in literature at college,” Nursey replied, taking a swallow of his coffee so he could do something with his hands. He couldn’t help bragging a bit. “Had a few poems and short stories published.”

    “Oh. That’s awesome,” Poindexter replied, his voice quiet but sincere. “I uh, I did computer science. A bit different.”

    Nursey nodded, managing a half smile. He was still a bit freaked out. Just this morning Poindexter had been snapping at him for typing and now he was striking up a conversation, albeit a slightly awkward one. Nursey didn’t quite know what to say to that though, and there was a minute or two of weird silence until Poindexter plucked up the courage to open his mouth again.

    “I wanted to apologise. For this morning. I was tired, and a bit nervous, and took it out on you. So uh, yeah. Sorry.”

    Well that was a turn up for the books. Poindexter was definitely blushing now, and Nursey wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself that it was a good look on him. Still, Nursey wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and if Poindexter wanted to make peace then Nursey was going to take it.

    “It’s okay. It’s my fault too. I should have been a bit more considerate.” Nursey gave him another smile that was a bit more genuine this time. Poindexter seemed to grasp the mutual apology by both hands and nodded eagerly, his stiff shoulders relaxing with relief.

    “Okay. Cool. No problem. Well, I’ll uh, leave you to your writing then. And I’ll see you at dinner.”

    “Yeah. See you.”

    Nursey watched him retreat, still a little bit dazed about the whole thing. He wasn’t sure what had made the guy change his mind, but he wasn’t going to question it. Maybe all Poindexter needed was a cup of coffee and a couple of hours sleep. He hoped the wary truce would extend onto the ice too, but he’d have to wait until tomorrow to find out. Their first game was against the Chinese hosts in the early afternoon, and Nursey was keen to get his skates on and win some matches.

    Dinner was a quiet affair. The whole team was still exhausted from their long plane trip and exploring the Village. Nursey spent it sat next to a couple of vets who seemed to take him under their wing. He was grateful for their dogged insight and listened avidly to their stories playing for the USA over the years. He couldn’t help his eyes drifting over to Poindexter from time to time, but the man kept his head down and ate in the corner. Nursey was starting to think he was just a quiet kind of guy.

    After they’d eaten the team split up again. Parson was the first to suggest hanging out at the bar, proposing they met up with a few of the Canadian and Russian team members. Nursey found it a bit weird to think he’d be playing against a couple of guys from the Rangers who just happened to be Canadian. He could easily imagine all the chirps that were going to be shared back in their home locker room in a few weeks’ time.

    He declined the offer in favour of hunting for the spa he’d seen advertised. He was a sucker for a good steam room and a massage and hoped a little swim might help him sleep well. He returned to his room a couple of hours later feeling sleepy and content. Parson wasn’t back yet, but Nursey didn’t expect him to be. He stripped to his underwear and climbed into bed, flicking off the lights as he went. His hair was still damp, and he teased the curls with his fingers as he squashed a yawn and scrolled through his phone all at the same time.

    He’d published his first Olympic blog post earlier that day. It had already been liked and retweeted hundreds of times by his loyal fans and his mom. Since the whole Rangers v Islanders fiasco, he’d turned off his social media notifications, but he still liked peering through the comments and mentions. Occasionally he would come across a heartfelt message or something that would make him laugh and he liked letting fans know they’d touched him in some way.

    He trawled through the well wishes and memes, liking a few tweets and responding to a couple. A little banner appeared on the top of his phone to let him know WillDex96 has liked his most recent tweet. Nursey paused. Poindexter never liked his tweets. And his most recent tweet was the link to his blog post. Before his brain could even process it properly, his phone pinged with a direct message.

    WillDex96    I liked the coffee too

    Well, that wasn’t much of a conversation starter. Nursey had barely even mentioned the coffee in his blog, but it meant more that Poindexter had actually read it. Nursey smiled to himself and settled into his cushions a little more. He hesitated over the keys, then thought fuck it.

    DerekDoesDefence  Do you want to grab one together after the game tomorrow?

    It was a bold move, and Nursey wasn’t sure it was the right one, especially as it seemed to take Poindexter an age to reply. Nursey just knew that he liked Poindexter’s awkward yet endearing demeanour and wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little more off the ice. His attractiveness was just an added bonus. Just when he was about to give up hope, a reply popped into his inbox.

    WillDex96     Yeah okay. See you tomorrow.

    DerekDoesDefence   Goodnight

    He didn’t get a reply, but he didn’t really expect one after that. Poindexter seemed to be a man of few words. Nursey put his phone aside and settled down, curling up and pulling the sheets around him. He couldn’t help the big, cheesy grin. It wasn’t a date, but he felt like he always did when he’d arranged one. It was probably a bit silly to even consider these things with the Olympic games right on top of them, but the thought made him giddy nonetheless. He fell asleep thinking of freckles and auburn hair and big hands.

    The game was incredible. Nursey couldn’t remember the finer details, but he remembered the fanatic roar of the crowd, the bite of wind on his cheeks, the burning in his lungs and his calves as he raced across the ice. Every player in both teams seemed wired, like they had caffeine in their veins as they powered through each period. Playing with the Rangers was one thing but playing for his country set his blood on fire.

    They won. It was a tight match and China played incredibly well, but USA just seemed to dominate the punk that little bit more and it made all the difference. Nursey’s team left the arena elated, cheering with the fans and rough housing as they made their way back to the Village. Most of the team headed to the recreation centre to burn off energy. Nursey followed them, feeling giddy all over again. Poindexter walked beside him, though he only greeted him with a subtle nod.

    The team went their separate ways inside. A few of them headed towards the sports halls while others went to the spa for a post-game massage. Nursey watched Parson spearhead a small group into the bar where he could see a few of the Russian hockey players. Parson seemed to be friends with everyone, and Nursey didn’t know how he had the energy for it all. He and Poindexter headed towards the cafeteria, which was a lot quieter than yesterday.

    They were silent as they retrieved their coffee. Nursey was pulsing with pent up excitement, but he couldn’t bring himself to string a sentence together. Poindexter had looked damn good out on the ice. His flushed, freckled cheeks and determined brow had made Nursey’s knees weak. It felt a bit weird looking him in the face now. They managed to grab a table by one of the huge windows, and it was a while before either of them found the courage to say something.

    “That was a good game,” Poindexter eventually said, dragging his eyes away from the plastic tabletop and onto Nursey’s face. The half grin he managed made Nursey’s stomach churn.

    It had been an awesome game, and Nursey wasn’t sure how it had happened, but something had finally clicked between them. They had worked in tandem out on the ice, analysing each other’s movements and tactics to form an unpassable duo. Their breathless teammates had slapped them both on the shoulder with each successful blockade, and the coach had been singing their praises in the locker room. The budding partnership had left Nursey as ecstatic as the win had.

    “Yeah, it was. I think we finally played well together, Poindexter,” Nursey grinned at him over his cup.

    “Finally,” Poindexter agreed with a snort of amusement. “And call me Dex. Anything else just sounds a bit weird.”

    Nursey hid his grin behind his cup. He was probably making more of it than necessary, but the permission to call Dex by his hockey nickname just proved they’d made some progress. Fuck, Nursey wanted to kiss him. He took a big swallow of coffee instead and burned his tongue.

    “You think we have a decent shot?” He asked to mask his pained grimace.

    “Too early to tell,” Dex replied with half a shrug. “Especially with Canada’s line up. Zimmermann’s been on fire lately.”

    Nursey hummed his agreement and licked the foam off his latte, only just avoiding making a mess. He looked up to find Dex’s eyes on him, his face bearing an odd expression. He swallowed and looked away quickly, hoping he hadn’t just made a fool of himself. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d humiliated himself in front of a pretty boy. He scrambled for something to say.

    “You read my blog,” he said after a moment, figuring that was a safe enough topic.

    “Oh. Yeah. It was fun to read. I wanted to make sure you were telling the truth about everything,” Dex grinned.

    Nursey blinked. Was Dex…flirting with him? Or was it just a chirp? Though he’d once heard somewhere that flirting and chirping were just variants of the same thing.

    “Um. Yep. Total truth,” Nursey replied eloquently. “No lies here.”

    Fuck, he was such a dork. It made Dex snicker though, and he counted that as a win.

    “I uh, I ended up going through your stuff,” Dex admitted, his eyes flitting away to a poster announcing the daily specials. “I really liked it. Especially the articles you did for your college magazine.”

    Nursey lifted an eyebrow at him and tilted his head slightly in confusion.

    “Those are all about bi erasure and hetero bullshit in the locker room,” he said slowly. To his surprise, Dex blushed so hard even his ears went red.

    “Um, yep. They uh, really resonated with me. Especially the…especially the bits on internalised homophobia.”

    Oh.

    Nursey wasn’t quite sure how he managed to keep his mouth shut and his face straight. It wasn’t quite an admission, but it was as good as. Following Jack Zimmermann’s epic reveal of his sexuality after the Providence Falconers’ Stanley Cup win three years ago, only a few other NHL players had been forthcoming with their own. Parson had been one of them, and Nursey had been open regarding his as soon as he was signed with the Rangers last year. Things weren’t perfect, far from it, but the sport had been making progress and that was good enough for him. He could understand Dex’s reasons for being tight-lipped though, and he took a minute to think of something that would affirm everything without being too direct, for Dex’s sake.

    “Well I’m glad they helped some people. That’s what I wanted, you know? To help bring a little peace and support.”

    Dex nodded and a silence fell between them again. Oddly enough it wasn’t awkward, and Nursey allowed his tentative friend the time to process it. He wondered if he should ask if Dex wanted to talk about it. It sounded like he had a couple of issues that caused a little friction and Nursey hoped he could shed light on a few things. Before he could open his mouth though, Dex looked up and caught his eyes.

    The look Dex gave him made Nursey’s heart leap into his throat. There was a spark of something between them that wasn’t there before, a spark that made the hair on Nursey’s forearms stand on end. He swallowed slowly, his mouth suddenly dry. He wanted to do more than kiss him. For a long, agonising moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Nursey threw caution to the wind.

    “Do you…want to come back to my room?”

    Dex nodded so fast his neck creaked. Nursey’s face split into a huge grin, the arousal already pooling in his gut. He shot to his feet in an instant, knocking his coffee cup flying. The lukewarm liquid splattered the table and both their clothes like watery paint.

    “Jesus fucking Christ, Nurse.”

    Dex’s laugh was quiet but carefree and obviously entertained. He threw a wad of paper napkins over the puddle and left it at that, leading the way towards the dorms. Nursey scrambled to catch up, nearly tripping up over his own feet. He ached to grab his hand as they powerwalked out of the centre, but he held himself back. They bumped shoulders along the way and the heat from that alone tented Nursey’s loose tracksuit pants.

    The sex was mind-blowing. It was messy and hot and frenzied and had Nursey howling like an animal. Dex was an attentive lover, his mouth and fingers desperate to explore every inch of him. Nursey learned more about Dex in those couple of hours than he had in the few days they’d known each other. It left him wanting to know more, wanting to know everything. They lay curled up in bed together afterwards, flushed, breathless and blinking away stars. Nursey was suddenly very grateful they both lived in New York. It made the possibility of finding out just what made William Poindexter tick all the more enticing.

    “I think I’ll write a poem about this,” he announced, his voice loud in the thick, sex-laden air.

    Dex smacked him with a pillow.

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[andrebearakovsky]

So this came out a little while ago but I was thinking about it again recently and I really wanted to share it with you guys and share my favorite pieces from it. Because I love Ilya so so much and he’s so precious and a little bit weird and very sincere and he revealed a couple insecurities in this interview and I felt many emotions reading this and I want to tell him he’s amazing!!!!

How Ilya Samsonov became a goalie and what he hates while training. Ilya Samsonov: “I started playing hockey when I was seven. I asked my parents to take me to a local hockey club because I wanted to be a goalie. I was just a little boy who once saw hockey and fell in love with it. I didn’t even try to be a [skater]. I became a goaltender from the very first days. I guess the reason I chose this position was (how) great goalie’s equipment (was).”

The fact that Ilya never wanted to be a skater and only ever wanted to be a goalie is just delightful to me. The fact that it was because he thought the goalie gear was cool just makes it even better.

What’s the most unpleasant thing about practice? Ilya Samsonov: “Waking up before practice! Putting all the equipment on, too. It takes so much time.”

The image of Ilya whining and groaning and being in a huff about putting on all of his gear every single time he suits up is also delightful to me.

What were your feelings before your first NHL game? Ilya Samsonov: “Surprisingly, I was very calm before the match against the Islanders. The previous day I was really nervous but the guys supported me. We had dinner together with Ovi, Orlov, and Leo Komarov. My arms were even shaking and then Dmitry told me, ‘Why are you nervous? The game is the same one as you played during preseason, nothing special.’ And Ovi added, ‘Don’t worry. Just do your job and we’ll help you and score.’ When I stopped a couple of shots at the match, I even forgot that it’s my first game.”

If anyone ever doubted Dima’s role as “oldest brother” I will fight them. Look at him and Ovi being supportive!!! Like a little family!!!!!!! I love love!!!!

Who’s the noisiest guy during Capitals games? Ilya Samsonov: “Kuzy for sure. When he’s playing, you can hear nobody except for him. Kuzy always tells me to change the color of my pads. He says, ‘Your pads are awful! What an ugly goalie! Change them!’”

Kuzy being a loud annoying brat does not surprise me at all and it delights me to no end. Him going “What an ugly goalie!” is also hilarious to me. He feels absolutely no mercy chirping the team son boy.

Nick Jensen is the quietest player on the team. “I heard his voice like twice all season.”

This is fucking hilarious. Not only do I still not know anything about Nick Jensen’s personality, it seems that his teammates don’t, either.

Ilya Samsonov says the Capitals have a group chat. The Russians have a WhatsApp group also.

An excellent piece of info. I have to wonder what goes on in these groupchats.

Ilya Samsonov’s motto that helps him as a goalie: “Work, work work.”

*insert rihanna’s “work” here*

Ilya Samsonov said he “100 percent hates” sitting on the bench as a backup. “You are bored and hungry and want chocolate and bananas.”

Now every time I see him sitting on the bench I’m going to picture him as sad and huffy. Although tbh I’m thinking he just has a short attention span based on the “bored and hungry” comment. But also “chocolate and bananas” is so fucking specific lmfao.

Ilya Samsonov says he had times when he wanted to quit the sport. His first year away. He wanted to go back to Magnitogorsk.

This broke my heart a little. This is MY BOY and if he EVER doubts himself or if anyone EVER says anything bad about him I will personally remedy the situation by force. Lilya you are amazing and talented and we all love you!!!!!

Samsonov said the Caps have him talk to a shrink like with the other goalies.

This also made me feel a lot of things in my heart. Mental health is important!!!

Samsonov says that Evgeny Kuznetsov picks him up for games and they go together.

Kuzy: chirps him, yells at him because he constantly loses to him at video games, but always picks him up. The perfect older brother.

Ilya Samsonov’s advice to young goalies: “Always stay yourself, be a good person, don’t change, and listen to your trainers and coaches.”

I love him so so deeply and I want to protect him forever.

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