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powermakar · 1 year

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You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change.

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”. You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean.

“Owen,” you groan at the sight.

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit.

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you.

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look.

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road”

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine.

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach.

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see.

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion.

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims.

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt.

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing.

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed.

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close.

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan.

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”.

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up.

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees.

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately.

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried.

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry.

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up.

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say.

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently.

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle.

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn.

“I really love you O”

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

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jackhues · 1 year

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a good one - jack quinn

note: idk where i went with this, but i kinda like it! thanks for requesting!! also hughes sister is between jack and luke in age!

request: can you write about jack quinn (from the sabres)? you’re the hughes sister and you go to see jack and luke play in the playoffs. you bring jack quinn with you to meet your brothers and your family for the first time.

requested by: @hughesmoyle <3

gif not mine!

“as a member of the sabres organization, i can’t be seen wearing that!” jack made a face at the extra devils jersey you pulled out.

you laughed a little shaking your head, “it’s for my mom, goof. she left her own jersey at home, so i’m bringing my extra one.”

“oh!” he nodded to himself. “yeah, okay, that makes sense.”

you shuffled through your drawers, looking for your new jersey devils hat.

“jack, i can feel you staring,” you said, still searching for the cap. “what’s up?”

“nothing — nothing,” he said quickly. “no, i — i just didn’t… i didn’t know your mom was coming too.”

you looked up at jack, abandoning your search for your new jersey devils cap. he was sitting on the edge of your bed, wringing his hands together and tapping his foot a little nervously.

you reached over and laid a hand on his leg.

“breathe, babe,” you told him. “they’re gonna love you. and if they don’t, too bad, because i love you.”

jack smiled, “i love you too… but i also hope your family will love me.”

you laughed, resuming your search for your new jersey devils cap. “they will,” you promised.

“and where is y/n?” you could hear your mother start to get antsy like she did before every hockey game she ever went to.

“i’m here! i’m here!” you laughed, weaving through the crowd, jack’s fingers intertwined with yours. “hi mom, here’s the jersey.”

“thank you,” she grinned, taking the jersey from you and kissing your cheek. “i’m gonna go change, i’ll be back.” she noticed your boyfriend, “ah you must be jack. i’m ellen, it’s so nice to meet you, i’ll be back in five minutes to introduce myself properly. quinn, you better be nice.”

“uhh…”

“she’s talking about that idiot,” you motioned to your older brother, quinn. “not your last name.”

“okay, that makes more sense,” jack laughed a little nervously.

“hi, y/n,” quinn hugged you quickly. he managed a smile in jack’s direction, “i’m quinn. y/n’s older brother.”

“jack,” your boyfriend introduced himself.

“no, that’s the other brother,” quinn said. “the one younger than me.”

“that’s his name you idiot,” you rolled your eyes. “his name’s jack, he’s not talking about jack.”

quinn furrowed his brows, “your name’s jack quinn? is your middle name luke?”

“stop it,” you swatted his arm.

jack only laughed, “no, it’s not. y/n thinks that’d be too weird, but like i’ve already got two of her brother’s names.”

“at this point, luke’s just the odd one out,” quinn agreed.

“sit down,” you rolled your eyes, forcing your brother and boyfriend to take their seats. “now, let’s watch the game, and hope the devils don’t get swept.”

“i don’t even cheer for this team, but that was a fun game,” jack laughed as the two of you made your way to your apartment.

you nodded in agreement. between jack’s (your brother’s) fight, his four points, and luke’s first playoff point, the game was fun to watch as a devils supporter.

a few minutes later, the rest of your family entered your apartment, wanting to meet up before the boys went out to celebrate.

“congratulations!” you pulled your younger brother in for a hug. “quinn owes me ten bucks!”

“you bet on whether i’d get a point or not?” luke asked.

“correction, we bet on how long it would take,” quinn interjected. “we both knew it was gonna be today, i just thought you’d hold off until the last period — or even overtime.”

“well, it’s nice to know you guys believe in me so much,” luke muttered, laughing as he walked away to grab a snack.

you looked over at your boyfriend, who was deep in conversation with your other brother (the one who shared the same name as him) and your parents.

“what are we talking about on this fine evening?” you grinned, sliding in next to your boyfriend.

jack smiled at you, placing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side.

“we’re just talking about how jack used a literal wrestling move in a hockey fight,” ellen muttered. “that was… interesting to see.”

“i could become a pro wrestler, huh?” jack grinned.

“i mean you’ve already got a missing tooth,” jim agreed, causing all of you to laugh a bit.

jack had been scared at first, but after the first day, he’d begun to grow used to the missing tooth. he joked about it a lot, mainly because it wouldn’t be too hard to get it fixed. might as well make fun of it while it’s here.

you guys laughed as quinn joined, squishing in between ellen and jim, followed by luke, who sat next to you.

you looked up at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as he joked and laughed with your family, fitting right in. you caught your mom's eye as she smiled at you.

‘you picked a good one,’ she mouthed.

you grinned in response, nestling in closer to jack.

you really did pick a good one.

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cobrakaisb · 2 years

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foolproof plan

summary: the only downside to fake dating is that someone always ends up falling for the other.

warnings: y/n is a happy drunk; underage drinking (not condoning it); mostly cuteness; a couple swears

word count: 4.16k

“so do we have a deal?” he asked, hand out waiting for you to take it. you hesitated, biting your lip as your eyes flickered from his face to his hand. the anxiety and reality surrounding what you were about to do was setting in. were you actually agreeing to this? a surge of confidence washed over you as your smaller hand grasped his in a firm handshake. “we have a deal,” you agreed.

now all you had to do was pretend to fake date owen power.

tall, brunette, number-one-overall nhl draft pick, owen power. your hesitancy to take owen’s hand had nothing to do with owen himself and everything to do with who he was; star hockey player for the university of michigan who was bound to go pro once their season came to an end. but you needed the help, and his proposition was too good to pass up. ever since your crush on kent johnson formed, you’ve been looking for a way to get closer to him, and this was the perfect opportunity.

that’s right. owen’s caught you ogling at his best friend and roommate one too many times for it to be a coincidence. so when he proposed that the two of you fake date to make kent jealous and “light a fire under kent’s ass” (owen’s words not yours), the obvious answer was yes. it took a lot of pondering, but eventually you agreed to his idea, hence putting you in the situation you were in now.

“but we need some rules,” you added, pulling your hand from his. owen smiled, a little half smile that definitely didn’t compare to his real one. “whatever you want sweetheart,” he agreed. you couldn’t help the small flush that appeared on your cheeks at the pet name. this was going to be a lot.

“let’s meet tomorrow for lunch. at the chipotle off campus?” you suggested. “sure,” owen agreed, chomping on his gum. “where’s your phone?” he continued, holding his hand out for the device. at the sight of your confused look and raised eyebrows he huffed, “what? i just want to give you my number.” “oh right,” you mumbled, handing him the device with a blank contact. his fingers glided over the keyboard as he entered his information into your phone. “text me a time. actually, what class do you have? i’ll pick you up,” he said, eyes looking at you expectantly.

“um poetry but,” you started before he cut you off, “right your class with kent.” you glared at his tone, one filled with teasing and something else you couldn’t decipher. owen smiled again at the sight of your angry face. you were cute. “i’ll pick you up and we’ll go to lunch, sound good?” he asked, but deep down you knew it was really a question. “perfect,” you agreed, a fake smile on your lips. “great! see you tomorrow babe,” he cheered before walking out of the lecture hall, leaving you stunned into silence.

walking out of poetry class, you were surprised to see owen standing there. he was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone aimlessly. you stopped for a moment, just admiring the beauty that was owen power. he was wearing gray sweats and a random michigan hockey shirt, along with his signature glasses that made him look just the right amount of nerdy.

after some random person shoved you, you realized that you were blocking the hallway. you walked over to owen, clearing your throat as a signal that you were there. “hey. i’m ready to go when you are,” you said, a somewhat forced smile on your face. “me too. let me take your books,” he replied, grabbing the assortment of materials from your hands. “you don’t have to,” you tried to protest, but one look from owen had your mouth snapping shut. just as the two of you were about to walk away, someone called out owen’s name, and you knew exactly who it was.

“what are you doing here?” the blonde asked, walking up to the two of you. “i have a date, remember?” owen answered, subtly gesturing to you. kent’s eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip jutting out even more than it already was. “i didn’t think you were being serious,” came kent’s reply. your cringed, the sting from his words already hitting you. owen must have noticed because he huffed in annoyance, “funny kent. now if you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and i have a lunch date to get to.” those were the final words of the conversation as owen began leading the way out of the building.

the walk to chipotle was pretty much silent. there were minimal things to talk about anyways. “listen, about the comment, he didn’t mean anything by it. you’re great and what kent said had nothing to do with you--” owen started to explain, but you cut him off: “it’s fine owen. besides, it's not like we’re really dating anyway.” if you didn’t know any better you’d say his face fell at your words.

“so what are these rules?” owen asked once the two of you sat down at a table in the back corner of chipotle. you felt heat creep up your cheeks at his intense stare. “i don’t know. i’d just figured we’d want rules so no one gets attached,” you mumbled, looking at owen shyly. “and is that what you’re worried about? getting attached?” he asked, and while you originally thought he was teasing, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. you neglected to answer, instead pulling out a piece of paper to write the agreed rules on.

“okay so you can pick me up from class, if you want to obviously, and i’ll meet you at your classes too,” you said, looking at owen for confirmation. “i’ll pick you up from class and walk you there. you can do the same for me, if that’s what you want. keep things equal between us,” he agreed and you nodded, jotting down the first rule.

this continued for some time until things started to get a bit more intense. “you come to all my home games. in my jersey,” he said, but it came off as more of a demand. “all of them?” you asked, biting your lip. “every single one. besides this will give you a chance to see kent play too,” owen replied, wiggling his eyebrows at the last part. you rolled your eyes at his words, huffing in annoyance. “fine. but i’m not wearing the jersey,” you said. “um yes you are. people need to know that you’re my girl, babe,” owen rebutted, giving you a pointed look.

and he was right, of course. how were you supposed to be fake dating owen power if you don’t even wear his jersey to his games? “fine. but it’s just for show,” you relented. “mhm sure,” owen answered, taking a bite of his food.

“and what about kissing?” you asked, causing a loud choking sound to come from the boy across from you. you sat up straight, leaning over the table to make sure he was all right. he continued to cough for a few seconds, but gathered himself almost immediately. once the coughing subsided, owen looked at you, and that's how you noticed the closeness between you two; noses barely touching, as his brown eyes met yours. a blush covered both your cheeks as you sat back down. “let’s not plan that out,” he mumbled, and you nodded, writing down the word kiss with a question mark next to it.

game tonight. stop by the locker room for the jersey

that was the text you saw displayed on your screen at the end of your midday lecture. this whole fake dating thing with owen had been going on for a couple of weeks now. the two of you walked each other to class, holding hands, parted ways with a hug and “kiss on the cheek” (because if people looked hard enough they would see that his lips barely grazed your skin), and then met up again afterwards for a small coffee or lunch date. it was going great. owen was a nice guy and fun to be around. he was also so smart and helped you out with your homework and studying on more than one account.

today, however, was his first game since this establishment. it was going to be your big debut, as owen called it, and he had everything all mapped out. you would arrive early, just before warm ups, to meet him at the end of the tunnel, where he would give you his spare jersey. then you would sit in the children of yost section, and he’d make a big show of waving to you during warm ups. from there the team would go on to win the game (fingers crossed) and the two of you would celebrate with his friends at the after party.

“a foolproof plan,” owen explained over lunch. “yeah totally foolproof. not a single thing could go wrong,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. owen gave you a pointed look, but the smile threatening to make its way onto his face won over. “just keep an open mind,” he begged and you nodded, a small smile on your face as you continued to eat lunch.

now you are standing at the entrance of the tunnel, fidgeting with your phone. you texted owen a couple of minutes ago and he replied saying that he’d be right out. finally, he came through the tunnel. his pads and skates were on, but no jersey. yet he still managed to look really good, and you had to physically stop your jaw from dropping.

“hey,” he greeted. “hey. excited?” you asked, sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans as you rocked on your heels. “yeah. a little nervous too, but i think we have a good shot,” owen said, a hand running through his long hair. “yeah?” you asked. “yeah,” he answered. the two of you stood there, neither of you making a move. “so the jersey?” you pushed, nodding towards the maize colored jersey. “oh right,” he mumbled, handing it to you.

you took the piece of clothing from him, inspecting the size. it was huge, going down to your mid thigh at least, and you’d definitely have to roll up the sleeves. “put it on. i want to see,” owen begged, a childish whine in his voice. you laughed, but obliged to his request with no problems. just as anticipated, the jersey was huge. “i look like a child,” you groaned, eyeing the length. you expected owen to have some smart comeback, or completely deny your accusation, but instead he said nothing.

your eyes now moved from the ginormous jersey, to the tall giant in front of you. “what?” you asked softly, a blush coating your cheeks when you noticed his intense stare and wide opened mouth. again, owen didn’t say anything. “this was a bad idea. i should take it off,” you rambled, lifting the hem of the jersey, but owen stopped you. “no don’t. you look great, really great. please keep it on,” he whispered, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “okay o, i’ll keep it on,” you agreed, letting the fabric slip from your grasp. the air was heavy as his hand dropped yours, eyes still locked on you. “i um…i should go…team meeting and all,” he explained, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. yeah. i’ll see you after, okay?” you said and he nodded, turning to head back the way he came from.

“oh and owen,” you called, grabbing his hand just before he stepped out of reach. “hmm?” “good luck,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes as you left a gentle kiss on his jaw.

the game ended up going really well. the boys pulled off a huge win over michigan state, leading to an absolute rager at one of their hockey houses. “we’re going,” owen decided for you, taking your hand in his as he led you to the house. it was clear that he was on an adrenaline high; owen had scored a goal but also had an assist. (at least that’s what the people around you kept saying.) he made a big show of pointing to you during his goal celebration, letting everybody know that the two of you were “together”.

“are you nervous?” you asked, the hockey house coming into view. “no, why?” owen asked, looking down at you. “dunno. i just figured you would be. these are your friends after all,” you mumbled. “it’ll be fine. they really want to meet you. besides this is the perfect opportunity for you to get kent’s attention,” he said, bumping your shoulder towards the end. you don’t know why, but a small frown came over your face at the mention of kent. you hadn’t thought about the blonde since this whole thing started; your thoughts were consumed by a tall brunette.

owen guided you up the stairs of the hockey house, one hand resting on the small of your back as you walked in front of him. he pulled the door open, waiting for you to enter the already bustling house. “big dog’s here!” someone shouted, causing a series of whoops and shouts to chorus throughout the room.

owen smiled, a red tint coating his cheeks. he was so cute, you thought, watching him with a fond smile. “let’s go get a drink,” he said, directing you to the kitchen. the second you entered the small area, you were ambushed by a bunch of rowdy boys. you recognized some of them as owen’s teammates, but you couldn’t remember any names.

“finally brought your girlfriend around, o?” one of them asked, a teasing smirk on his face. he was tiny, much smaller than owen, and blonde. owen rolled his eyes at the guy’s words, eliciting a couple laughs from the group. “this is y/n. y/n these are the guys,” he introduced, gesturing to the boys in front of you. “hi,” you said, offering them a small wave.

“what do you want to drink?” owen asked, drawing your attention back to him. “um…lemonade i don’t know. i don’t really drink,” you answered. the blonde guy from earlier scoffed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “oh that’s gonna change real quick,” he promised, taking it upon himself to make you a mixed drink.

hours later, and you were not only well acquainted with the team, but with drinking. you found out that the blonde guy was named thomas and that he and brendan were pong champs. somehow, and you have no idea how, the two of them had roped you into playing a game of pong with them. they partnered you up with mackie, one of the freshmen, and insisted that they would go easy on you. that strategy didn’t seem to be working in their favor though.

“let’s go!” mackie shouted, high fiving you as the two of you won your third game in a row. “woo!” you cheered, jumping around excitedly. “dude! do better!” brendan shouted at thomas, causing the two of them to start playing the blame game.

it was the loud commotion that attracted owen’s attention. he smiled at the sight of you interacting with his friends. you caught him staring, smiling widely at him. you waved him over, calling his name over the loud music. owen walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side.

“owen! guess what? mackie and i keep winning,” you cheered, gesturing wildly to the younger boy. “oh yeah?” owen asked, trying to suppress a chuckle. you were so cute. “yeah. maybe you and i can play together,” you said, tapping his chest at your great idea. “i don’t think so honey. i think we should go home,” he answered, watching as a pout settled on your lips. “but i’m having so much fun. can’t we stay for a little longer?” you begged, leaning into him. owen shook his head, before explaining that it would be best if you left. “you can come over another time,” he promised, causing your eyes to twinkle in happiness.

“really?” you asked softly, voice taking on an excited tone as your eyes lit up with happiness. “really,” owen answered, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiled fondly at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in his brown eyes hidden behind those nerdy glasses. “okay. just let me say goodbye first,” you agreed, dropping one of your hands. he watched as you pulled mackie into a side hug, yet still managed to keep him close (not that owen would dream of letting you wander off).

after you’d made your rounds, and owen told the important people that he was heading out for the night, the two of you exited the still wild party. the cool crisp air hit your skin as you walked down the steps and onto the front lawn. “it’s kind of chilly,” you mumbled, stepping closer to owen, who’s body radiated heat like a personal heater. “here,” he began, sliding his arms out of the varsity jacket adorning the school’s logo.

“what owen--” you tried protesting, but he silenced you with a ‘hush’. drunk you didn’t have the energy to argue because you held your arms out, allowing him to slip the jacket onto your shoulders. immediately you were encompassed in the smell that was owen, causing your shoulders to relax and comfort to seep into your bones. “thanks babe,” you said, grabbing his hand in yours once again. that was the first time you called owen babe, but he figured now wasn’t the best time to mention it.

“this physics homework is kicking my ass,” you complained, your head dropping into your hands as your pencil slid across the library table. currently, you and owen were having an impromptu study date in one of the library’s study rooms. he chuckled at your misery, causing you to lift your head up and frown at him. “it’s not funny owen. i’m actually really struggling,” you said, frowning a bit. “let me see it,” he asked, holding his hands out for your paper.

you smiled, happy to be getting some help from the physics genius himself. “what are you taking mech? or electrical?” he asked. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question. “it’s just physics 101. i need it for my major,” you explained. “i see,” he mumbled, eyes completely focused on the paper while yours were completely focused on him. you watched with deep fascination as his brown eyes scanned the words on the page. you could basically see the mathematical gears turning in his head as he tried to decipher the problem and your chicken scratch handwriting. understanding lit up his eyes, as a small “aha” escaped his previously pursed lips.

“you used the wrong equation here,” he started before going on a physics tangent involving the correct equations, solving steps, and substitutions. he was leaning over the table, watching intently as you worked to make the corrections necessary. when you finally finished the problem, you turned to look out the windows of the study room, the ones that gave you a perfect view of the library. you were surprised, but not shocked, a group of michigan hockey players staring at you like animals in a zoo.

you blushed when they began making kissy faces at the two of you, brendan holding up a heart with his hands. owen just rolled his eyes, shaking his head gently at their antics. their laughs echoed in the previously quiet room as they all barged in. scraping the chairs against the floor to match their loud, teasing voices. kent took the seat next to owen, nudging the taller boy’s shoulder, shooting him a look that made fun of him in a loving manner. owen’s cheeks flamed and he turned his attention back to you, who was chatting with brendan and thomas while completing the physics homework.

you must have felt his eyes on you because you looked up. the second your eyes connected your cheeks turned the same shade as his, but you quickly averted your attention back to your studies.

weeks of fake dating turned into a month of fake dating. a month of fake dating turned into two weekend series at home and one away, all of which required you to wear owen’s jersey. all of them that made your feelings for owen abundantly clear.

maybe this whole thing started out as a way for you to gain kent’s attention, but now you didn’t even care. kent had started talking to you more and texting you, but he didn’t hold your interest the way owen did. you from the past would have been thrilled by the attention, but now, it was unwanted and unwelcome. leading to your current predicament, how to tell owen that you wanted to date him in a realm outside of making kent jealous, rules, and all things fake. studying provided the perfect excuse for you to execute your foolproof plan. (granted you did have a test to study for but it could wait.)

that night, you skipped out on some party that owen’s friends were hosting under the guise that you needed to prepare for the upcoming week. owen, like the great person that he is, offered to stay back and help you, but you declined his gracious offer. every couple of minutes owen would send you either a text or snap from the party claiming that he was bored and wished you were there. but he hasn’t sent you anything in almost half an hour, and you were disappointed to admit that it was getting to you.

just as you were about to get back to studying, after checking your phone of course, there was a knock on your door. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking that maybe your roommate lost her key again. but you were surprised to find owen standing there, holding a box of pizza, a six pack of coke, and a bag of your favorite candy.

“owen? what are you doing here?” you asked, stepping to the side so that he could walk into your room. “i missed you, and the party was boring. so i thought why not stop by to see my favorite girl, and convince her to watch cloud nine with me,” he said, with a sweet smile on his face as he held the box of pizza out as a peace offering.

“aww owen. i’d love to,” you replied, taking the food from his hands and setting it down on your desk chair. “good because this would have been so awkward otherwise,” he mumbled. you laughed at his words, standing on your tiptoes to throw your arms around his shoulders, linking your fingers together behind his neck.

“thank you for coming,” you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. “you’re welcome,” he answered, arms tightening around your waist just a bit. “i um…actually i wanted to tell you something,” he mumbled shyly, a nervous look in his eyes. “me too,” you replied, stepping away from him ever so slightly, allowing for some space between you two. “you go first,” he insisted, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you took a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the man standing in front of you. part of you knew that this could be the last time you see him. “i have a crush on you. it’s more than a crush actually, and i’d rather date you for real than be in a fake relationship,” you confessed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for his answer.

owen’s mouth parted in shock, and he stood there silently for a couple of minutes before answering. “me too. err well i mean i’d like to date you too, for real,” he explained, causing a large smile to take over your face. you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your midsection, lifting you in a circle. your laughter echoed through the room as he put you back on the ground.

“i’m so glad that you asked me to be your fake girlfriend,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “i’m so glad that i came up with this foolproof plan,” owen replied, and you quirked an eyebrow at that. “well it’s not entirely foolproof,” you teased. “oh really? explain,” he demanded. “we still have an issue of kissing to sort out,” you answered. “ah right. how about i kiss you now? and then again later? how about i kiss you everyday? is that a new rule, one kiss a day?” he asked, leaning in closer to you. “i think more than one kiss a day is fine,” you decided, allowing his lips to meet yours in what could only be described as the best kiss in fake dating to lovers' history.

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do you like me?

April 19, 2021

Carina has tried for the six years to do everything to not think about or care for Joseph Woll, but he seems to have a way to worm his way through her walls and she hated it because no one has ever made her feel so much.

After she invited him to her game in December of 2019 she didn’t get to see him before the rest of the season was suspended and she headed home to her family but she did stay in contact as Joseph asked to be able to text her and she reluctantly agreed still not sure why.

Carina did spend most of her time in quarantine working out and being on the ice. It was a lot for Carina being home for so long again and not being able to leave. She did enjoy being near her family longer than a few weeks but it was difficult living with people again for that long as she is use to living alone most of the time.

Carina reluctantly did keep in contact with Joseph, texting him more than she has ever texted anyone and gave him the rare facetime’s, they became a lot closer and Joseph could tell Carina was softening towards him bit by bit.

Carina was in her new house she bought a few months ago, and was pacing in her bedroom trying to decide if this was the correct idea and she couldn’t take it back.

Carina wasn’t stupid, she may be grumpy but she understood that Joseph had regrettable wormed his way into her heart and she couldn’t stop no matter how much she tried to too.

Carina let out a deep breath glaring at the ground as she continued to pace. Groaning once more she all but stomped out of her house and into her car starting to drive out of her driveway.

Carina had left right as the sun was setting and the traffic had already cleared up and she got to her destination within a hour and a half, she parked in the parking garage and headed into the elevator up the the floor she knows she needs to go.

She walked through the hallway and knocked on the apartment she was looking for, the door opened and Jospeh was there.

“Ina? What are you doing here?” Joseph let out a disbelieving laugh and a smile came to his face.

“Can i come in?” Carina asked as politely as she got and it made Joseph raise an eyebrow but he nodded moving over letting her come in and he shut the door behind them.

Joseph watched as Carina started pacing in his living room and he frowned in worry as he has never seen Carina this emotional, “Ina is everything okay?” Joseph asked in a soft voice walking closer to her.

Carina spun around abruptly facing him and blunty asked him, “Do you like me?” Carina fiddled with her fingers behind her back and away from Joseph seeing.

Joseph froze and his eyes widen dramatically, “What- Why are you asking?” Joseph spluttered out nervously.

“Do you?” Carina asked slightly softer but still very blunt as she took a step closer to him.

Joseph took a deep breath but nodded seeing Carina looking at him, “I do.” Jospeh’s felt a sense of relief finally telling her his feelings after six years.

Carina slowly nodded not looking away from him and crossed her arms around herself, “Well are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?” Carina sassed him with a slight smirk.

“Girlfriend?” Joseph spluttered out again looking at her nervously but hopeful, Carina nodded once more, “You like me Ina?” Joseph stepped closer to her and even with her doc martens on he was still a few inches taller than.

“So what if i did.” Carina sassed back hoping to cover her feelings.

“Then i would love to ask you to be my girlfriend.” Jospeh softly replied but giving her a stern look rasing his eyebrow as he wasn’t asking her until she at least told him she felt something.

Carina looked away letting out a hmph, Jospeh could see a slight pout on her lip before she started mumbling to herself.

“Ina, i can’t hear you.” Jospeh softly interrupted her mumbling and grumbles, he watched as she took a deep breath before looking back at him.

“I feel something for you too.” Carina glared at Jospeh keeping her arms crossed.

“That’s all you had to say Ina.” Joseph softly smiled at her but also felt his heart jump hearing the words he’s waited for.

“So would you like to be my girlfriend Ina?” Joseph looked at her fondly gently nudging her arm.

“Alright.” Carina furrowed her eyebrows nodding, “Guess that’s fine.” Carina tried to act nonchalantly but Joseph could see the slight smile on her face.

“May i kiss my girlfriend?” Joseph questioned titling his head.

“If you want.” Carina whispered out as he leaned closer to her and his hand brushed against her back and rested there, she swallowed at his touch and feeling his breath hit her lips.

“I would love that.” Joseph whispered back before pressing his lips gently to hers and pulling her closer to him, he felt her hands tentatively run across his shoulders up to his neck and rest there as they kissed each other.

Carina pulled away catching her breath and let herself smile slightly as she looked up at him.

“Wait don’t you have a game tomorrow?” Joseph looked at her in concern as he suddenly remembered.

“I’m sick.” Carina plainly anwsered a small smirk forming on her face as she faked a cough.

“You-“ Jospeh shook his head speechless but also not suprised because it’s Carina, he smiled and pulled her back into a kiss.

Carina stomach rumbled as they kissed and Jospeh pulled back letting out a fond chuckle, “Want dinner?”

“It’s late.” Carina protested kinda feeling bad.

“And you’re hungry.” Jospeh sternly replied gently and slowly grabbing her hand so if she wanted to pull away she could but he smiled when she squeezed his hand back, “Come on i made dinner a few hours ago and i have a lot of leftovers.” Joseph walked with her to his kitchen and sadly dropped her hand as he grabbed the food from his refrigerator and grabbed a pan to heat up.

Carina let out a small noise when she saw he made salmon bowls her favorite, “Salmon?”

“You like Salmon still?” Joseph asked hoping she still does, Carina nodded quickly. Joseph smiled and started heating up the food pretty quickly and putting it into a bowl and putting it onto the counter, “You want something to drink?”

“Water. please.” Carina replied. Joseph smiled and grabbed her a glass of water before picking the bowl up and gesturing for her to follow him he brought them to his couch and set her food onto the coffee table.

“Thought you would be more comfortable.” Joseph shrugged when he saw her questioning look, Carina nodded sitting down and slipped off her boots and put her keys and phone onto the coffee table before picking the bowl up as Joseph sat down next to her.

Carina hummed as she took her first bite and happily ate another big spoonful, “Good?”Joseph asked curiously as he watched her fondly, Carina replied with a rapid nod.

Joseph clicked on a random show as Carina ate her dinner.

Carina put her bowl on the coffee table, “Thank you.” She looked over at Joseph.

“Of course.” Jospeh softly smiled back before looking at the time seeing it was already ten o’clock at night, “Your staying tonight.” Joseph stated and got up off the couch.

“Not gonna ask first?” Carina teased him as she got up following after him.

“No, i’m not letting you drive home this late.” Jospeh called back as he walked to his bedroom, he opened his drawer grabbing a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt and turned around and handed them to her, “The bathroom is right there.” He pointed to the bathroom door.

Carina nodded and headed into the bathroom shutting the door and slipping off her clothes and putting on his, she walked back out leaving her clothes in the bathroom.

Joseph looked over and smiled softly at the sight of her in his clothes, “Uh you can have my bed and i’ll take the couch.” Joseph offered not wanting to overwhelm her.

Carina shook her head soflty walking over grabbing his hand pulling him to his bed, “We can share.”

Joseph smiled and squeezed her hand back, he pulled the covers back and got into bed and Carina laid down next to him.

Carina laid her head on the pillow looking at Joseph, Carina tentatively brought her hand up to his face and gently brushed her fingers across his cheek and into his hair.

Joseph smiled softly closing his eyes enjoying her soft touch as he slowly fell asleep.

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senditcolton · 2 months

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Forever I'm Yours, Forever I Do

Always calling each other cute pet names very casually and quite often but because of that you can tell when they are being serious because they address you by your name.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by anon | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none!

Throughout your entire life, summer was always filled great memories and long-standing traditions. One of the most recent traditions being the annual family summer vacation that you and Tyson took.

The walls of the lakeside cabin were full of mementos from the previous three summers you spent there. This was the place Tyson first introduced you to his family and they welcomed you with open arms. It was where Tyson told you that he loved you.

This trip reminded you of everything that you loved about summer and your boyfriend Tyson, all rolled into one.

You sigh, looking out over the lake from the back porch of the cabin, a cup of coffee in your hand and blanket around your shoulders as you watch the sun rise. Being in this beautiful oasis, surrounded by your family and Tyson’s always made you happy. The smile on your face only grows when you feel Tyson’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey, Tys,” you respond, leaning back into him. “What are the plans for today?”

“Nothing crazy. Maybe a hike, swimming in the lake, stuff like that.”

“Oh, so the usual.”

“Exactly.”

“Should I get ready?”

“If you want to, sweetheart,” Tyson says. “It’s all up to you.”

He gives you one final kiss before his arms fall from your frame, retreating back into the house. You finish up your coffee and return to the bedroom, completing your morning routine.

The rest of the day goes exactly as planned: hiking through the forest, stopping at some nearby rivers, laughing with Kacey and Tyson, walking back to the lake house, and spending the rest of the day lounging by the lake, the sun warm on your skin. All throughout the day, Tyson was looking after you. He was always attentive, but today, he seemed even more attuned to your needs.

Sweetheart, careful on the rocks.

Here, take my hand, let me help you, sweetheart.

You look beautiful today.

Do you need any sunscreen, sweetheart?

I love you.

The dinner with your shared families is wonderful, filled with laughter and joy. Tyson’s hand is constantly on your thigh, giving you gentle squeezes from underneath the table. After dinner, you stay at the table, chatting with Kacey as Tyson disappears from the kitchen. Once dinner was completely cleared, Tyson reappears next to your chair, extending his hand to you.

“Do you want to walk down by the lakeside with me, sweetheart?”

“I would love to, Tys,” you reply, giggling as you take his hand.

You let him guide you outside, the gravel of the pathway crunching beneath your feet as the two of you make your way to the dock. You smile, your body leaning against Tyson as you step onto the wooden deck, the string lights bright above you two.

Your eyes take in the pinks, oranges, and blues of the sunset, your lungs filling with the cool breeze blowing in from the lake. You can feel Tyson’s hand fall from yours but you don’t mind, assuming that he is taking his phone out from his pocket to take a picture. The evening air is filled with the sound of nature and you sigh, your eyes closing as you take in the moment.

Tyson’s voice cuts through the quiet with a soft call of your name. Your full name. Something that he has only addressed you by a maximum of three times in your entire relationship.

You turn to face him and you have to adjust your gaze downwards, Tyson now kneeling on the hardwood dock, a small ring box in his grasp. Your hands fly immediately to your face, an involuntary reaction to the sight of him in front of you.

“Ever since I met you four years ago, I knew I loved you,” he says, his bright eyes staring up to meet yours. “Even before we spoke those three words to each other, I just knew. Loving you wasn’t a possibility, it was an eventuality,” Tyson says, the practiced speech flowing from his lips.

“Tys,” you whisper, the tears already forming in your eyes.

“I love you, more than anything in the world,” he continues. “You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine life without you. Seeing you every day is the best part of waking up in the morning, and hearing your laugh is music to my ears. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, sweetheart, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, a joyous laugh falling from your lips. “Yes, of course I will!”

You don’t wait for him to rise up, choosing instead to drop to your knees to meet him. Your hands cup his face, pulling him close to press your lips against his. Tyson’s arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, your body leaning backwards.

The two of you break apart and both of you look down to box in his hands. Tyson pulls the ring from the cushion, his hand slightly shaking as he slides piece of jewelry onto your finger. You smile grows as you look back at Tyson, before leaning in to kiss him again. A chorus of cheers break through the evening air, coming from the direction of the cabin. You look over to see your combined families celebrating from the back deck of the lake house, having watched the whole thing unfold.

This beautiful lakeside retreat held so many memories. And you knew that this moment – kneeling on the dock with Tyson’s arms around you, an engagement ring on your finger, and your family looking on – was going to be your favorite of them all.

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barzysunflower · 10 months

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not sure if you’re still taking summer vacation requests… but…

I’m in my Tyson Jost era. I’m thinking coastal California road trip or scenic Canadian road trip - no plans, no reservations just pure vanilla cream cold brew, pop punk singalongs, ukulele duets, the open road, beautiful scenery and friends to lovers.

that’s all! 💕

thank you!! love love love josty and I really like this one so I hope you do too!!

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come along the world trip

📍banff, canada with tyson jost

You had been on the road with your best friend Tyson for a few days now. Your ultimate goal was to end up in Banff, but your trip to get there was very spontaneous and you were just going to see what happened. After the crazy few months Tyson had, being traded from the Avalanche then seeing them win the cup without him just a few months later then being traded again a short time after that, he was exhausted and just happy to be at home to spend some time with you and his family.

But sitting at home in your small home town soon proved to be a bit boring. Tyson packet up his car, drove to your place, made you pack a bag and off you went. "Banff." Was all he said when you asked where he was planning to go. "Let's just see what happens."

While the drive from St. Albert (I hope that's still where his family lives lol) to Banff technically was only about a four hour drive, you had been on the road for days. He drove you to the Rocky Mountains and that's where you planned on making your way down to Banff. You stopped frequently to go hiking and explore the little mountain towns and then crashed in a nearest hotel for the night or once you had even spent the night in the car. Not the most comfortable night, but definitely the most fun. He had brought his ukulele and you spent a long time coming up with your own songs. It was an especially intimate night you shared, one that really brought all of your feelings for him to the surface. But not wanting to ruin the moment, you kept your mouth shut like you had been doing for the last few years.

Since he didn't live close to you for most of the year and you were only able to visit him every so often you were fine managing your feelings towards him, but every time you saw him, especially now sitting in such tight quarters, they just floated right back up to the surface.

"Alright, next stop: Banff." You had a relaxing morning in the mountains. A nice breakfast with a view, then explored the surroundings a bit more while your laundry was being washed. This hotel thankfully had a few washers and driers, because you had already run out of clean clothes since you didn't expect to be gone so long. But neither of you minded. With the clothes dry, you packed up again and left for your final destination. Not before stopping for your favorite vanilla cream cold brews that had been an every day staple on this trip.

"There! I saw the lake!" You opened your window all the way to see better, but the lake had already disappeared behind a mountain. But the glimpse you got was absolutely stunning. Everything around here was. Tyson grinned back at you, equally excited to see the famous lake with its quaint little town.

On the way, you had booked a small and overpriced Airbnb, but that was the only thing available so you took it. You got settled there, but immediately left again to go on another little hike. You stopped at a grocery store for sandwiches and snacks and off you went again. Keeping up with Tyson was usually difficult, but since he was tired from the season, you had no trouble staying beside him.

"I think I wanna move here," you said, taking a bit of your sandwich, when you paused to take a break. You had stopped at a spot that gave you a perfect overview of the lake below you surrounded by mountains and trees.

"It is beautiful here," he agreed. "I'm surprised you haven't complained yet. I've never seen you so active."

"Hey!" You punched him lightly in the arm. You were both laughing. You paused for a moment, then spoke again. "I'm just happy to spend time with you."

"Me too," he said wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. He kissed the top of your head, like he always did, and even though your heart ached for him, you knew he didn't mean it that way. You pulled away quickly, taking another bite of your food to distract yourself. "I am happy you're here. I really needed this."

You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "You're happy there though, right?"

"Yeah, I'm happy there." He brushed his curls out of his face. "Wish you were there though."

"Doesn't everybody?" You tried to joke, but it probably didn't come off like you intended. For how long have you wished you lived closer to him? Lived with him.

You both laughed awkwardly, as you could feel the mood change. Then you jumped up and started packing your food away. "Uhm. Let's keep going."

He did the same and followed your steps closely. But you didn't get very far before you felt his big hand wrap around your forearm and spin you around. You landed right on his chest and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

Frozen, you didn't react while his lips were still touching yours. Oh god. He was kissing you. He was kissing you.

"Sorry, I–" Tyson pulled away embarrassed, but your hands quickly grabbed his cheeks and pulled him back in. "... been meaning to do that for a while."

You smiled and kissed him over and over again until your sweet pecks turned into more. He had you pressed against a boulder and his hands firmly on yours hips as he explored your mouth. Gently, but so passionately you thought you were about to sink into the ground.

Breathlessly, you broke the kiss after a while, but his forehead still leaned against yours as you stood there in silence. In the distance there were sounds of a waterfall, birds, sounds of the forest, and people approaching, but you couldn't hear any of it. You were in a bubble of realization of what just happened, but no regret. Far from that. His gaze was full of love and happiness, which you returned, and although you thought it was impossible, you loved those soft eyes of his even more now.

"Tys," you whispered softly, tilting your head back to feel his lips again. He brushed them with his, gently teasing you.

"I don't know what happened, but after you visited me last time, something changed. I don't know but I realized how much I loved you and how deep down I always have. I was kind of scared to say something, but god, (y/n) when you say these things to me, I–"

"Now you know how I've felt these past few years."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to put you through that." He kissed you. And again. And a third time. "Can you forgive me for my brain just lacking?"

You nodded before he even finished asking his question. You wanted him and never once blamed him for anything. Desperately, you went in for another kiss with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Wow, hold up," Tyson pulled back before your lips made contact. "I realized I just told you that I loved you. Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"No." You managed to pull him back in. "Tys, I've loved you all the time I've known you. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, telling me that. Now would you please just kiss me! I've been waiting for this for years!"

"Yea, Ma'am," he whispered with a chuckle and finally age you that kiss you'd been waiting for.

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Snow day|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine!!! Credits to the original owners 🫶)

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(Ofc featuring my boyfriends boyfriends 🙄)

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↪️Yourusername: JACK (I’m on my way) 🫣

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mikkomacko · 5 months

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Tyson home with a cold blurb! I too am home with a cold. We can all be unwell together

Noooo cold season is hitting us all hard :( hope you feel better soon

Tyson is literally the worst sick person in the world, I just know it

Not in an annoying, demanding, helpless way

But in a denying way. He will never admit when he doesn’t feel good, even if he’s at the point of physically shoving tissues up his nose to stop it from running and eating spoonfuls of honey just so he can chatter through his sore throat

Which is what he did for a whole week

The first day you noticed that he was just a little droopy in the morning, dragging his feet to practice and denying his usual cup of coffee from you

Odd since he’s such an early bird

The second day he’s still dragging but now he’s got red rimmed eyes and will only eat bananas, toast, or plain noodles. When he denies steak for dinner you know something is really wrong

On the third day he’s still as chatty as usual, blabbering to you about any and everything but he’s walking with a tilt, like it physically hurts him to move. You’d think he just got banged up in last night’s game but as the week had shown you, Tyson is succumbing to the winter cold.

He denies. Tells you he’s just tired, it’s been a busy week, back to back games, blah blah blah. Even so, you stock up on soup, tissues, and medicine.

The fourth day is when you really know he’s gone. You have to shake him awake after he sleeps through 3 minutes of his alarm. He’s curled up in a hoodie and has stolen all the blankets from you, squeezing them tight to his torso. But his body is not against yours, enough so that you didn’t even realized he’d robbed you of the covers.

And when he finally blinks his eyes open they’re dull and tired, his breath wheezy as he struggles to breathe through his stuffed nose

“Tys skip practice and rest please.”

He mumbles something through his raw throat, trudging into the bathroom to change for morning skate. You can’t force him to stay or let you take his temperature but he does choke down some fever pills and a vitamin C before leaving

Your asleep by the time he returns home that night but by then he’s fully accepted his fate after he was scratched from the game for illness.

He wakes you up with pouty eyes and flat hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, a thick blanket around his shoulder.

“Baby…”

“Yes Tyson?”

“I think I’m getting sick.”

“You are sick Tyson.”

Fully prepared, you tuck him into your shared bed, turning on a Christmas movie while you turn up the heat a bit for him. Then you’re stocking up his night stand with tissue boxes, bottles of water and Gatorade, cold medicine, Tylenol, and cough drops.

You bring him warm chicken broth to drink, stroking his damp hair as he sips his dinner. When he’s done you have him take night time medicine, turning down the lights and letting him curl into your side.

He fights sleep as long as he can, wanting to just lay with you all night but eventually he’s drifted off, lightly snoring through a stuffy nose.

Not that you mind. Because Tyson is an easy sick person. He does what he needs to get better, though it takes him some time to admit he needs it.

And he’s so snuggly when he’s sick you sometimes are glad. You get to have him at home for a few extra days, all to yourself to be dotted on.

#tyson jost #Tyson jost blurb #blurb night #nhl #buffalo sabres

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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HELLO NEW PFP SPARE SOME TYSON FLUFF IN HONOUR PLEASE?? (he is just so doting boyfriend to me I feel like he’s very protective but in like a gentle way?? he’s always checking if you need another drink when you’re out or if you’re getting tired and loves to cook for you while you just sit at the counter and talk to him very much love language acts of service vibes)

CHICKEN TENDIES

okay, 1. the title has nothing to with the song. promise. it's a happy fic, and 2. this has been sitting in my inbox for months, like actual months. like, from late 2022. it's bad. hope this is what you were thinking of. i tried. anyways, happy birthday tjosty, i love you my little slay king. *muah*

tw: alcohol consumption (all legal)

tyson had been watching you all night. not in a creepy way, quite the opposite. he was watching to make sure you were alright. he knew you could take care of yourself, but the world was scary.

after the song ended, you made your way over to tyson, stumbling and bumping into a few people, giggling and apologizing as you went. you threw your arms around his neck when you finally made it back to your table, and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.

"did you have fun?" he couldn't help but smile at the carefree smile on your face as he poured you a glass of water.

"sooo much." you giggled, taking the glass and almost spilling it on yourself as you took a big gulp, "did you see me?"

"i did." he nodded, "you ready to go home?"

"i'm hungry," you answered.

"yeah? what do you want?" he asked, pushing a piece of hair that had fallen from the hairdo that was too complicated for tyson to understand, behind your ear.

"chicken tendies." you answered, gulping down some more water.

"all right, let's get some chicken tendies." he left you alone at the table before walking two steps to the table where your group of friends were, and said your goodbyes before helping you walk out of the bar and towards your car.

he buckled you in, nodding along to your drunk babble talk, "all right, let's get you some chicken tendies." you giggled.

by the time the chicken tenders were secured, you were asleep. he knew this would happen, so he got the small size of chicken and drove home in silence.

when he pulled into the parking spot in your apartment complex, he sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying one of the chicken tenders before getting out and making his way over to you.

"hi, pretty." he cooed, "time to go upstairs."

"chicken?" you mumbled.

"yeah, i got the chicken." he carresed your hair and cheek, "come on, bed is way more comfortable than this seat." you raised your arms, and he set the chicken bag on the roof of the car, picking you up and lifting you bridal style.

you hummed, grabbing the chicken bag and taking the key, locking the door. he carried you all the way up to your apartment, laying you in bed and tucking you in before getting you water.

"good chicken?" he asked, coming back into the room.

"good chicken." you nodded, "thank you, tj."

"your welcome." he smiled, "but please don't call me tj." you giggled.

this made me fell so single, i'm sad. anyways, happy birthday to tyson jost. i love you and you are so slay.

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lifeofpriya · 1 year

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Lights Out, Blanket Fort - Owen Power imagine

[gif credit goes to @jeffreyskinner]

This is my entry for @bbrissonn's winter fic exchange! I received @blankenlove as the giftee, and I had an absolute blast writing this. I hope y'all enjoy this fic :)

word count: 1.58k

summary: even with a severe winter storm in town, you and Owen still manage to have find a way to have fun…

"Well, it looks like we have to cancel our trip to my parents' house for Christmas this year, babe." Owen rubbed the heel of his palm against his chest as he blankly stared at his phone. "We're under a blizzard warning for a few days and travel has been highly discouraged…"

You observed Owen's slowly stooping posture as he slumped against the couch. Owen was looking forward to returning to Mississauga for the holidays, but the weather had other plans for you and Owen.

Carefully throwing his phone onto the coffee table without damaging either, Owen's arms hung at his side as they went slack.

"I'm sorry our trip had to be canceled," you tentatively approached the Canadian and squeezed his shoulder, offering him a sad smile while rubbing circles and other patterns on his back to soothe him. "Maybe we could visit them for Easter?"

You spoke with a gentle tone while taking a seat next to your boyfriend; you let out a deep sigh as you watched Owen's eyebrows pull down in concentration -- pondering your suggestion.

"I guess that'd be plausible," he glanced at you with a lopsided and small smile. "It sucks we're missing Christmas this year, but Easter's almost around the corner."

Patting Owen's leg out of comfort, you leaned in closer to press a kiss on his forehead.

"But we can have lots of fun this Christmas with just the two of us too!" Owen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and offer you a questioning gaze. "We could binge watch holiday movies, snuggle together by the electric fireplace, have so many mugs of hot cocoa, bake loads of cookies, you know, cute, romantic winter stuff that couples partake in."

You gently bit your lip; your eyes were wide and shining as you thought about the endless possibilities of the fun you and Owen could have despite the wintry hazardous weather.

"Could we perhaps snuggle by the fireplace and have some hot cocoa?" A tint crept across the Canadian's cheeks as he stared at you with a sheepish grin. Owen clasped his hands under his chin in a prayer gesture almost and muttered please repeatedly under his breath; he held his posture still in expectation.

You couldn't help but giggle as you watched your boyfriend pull out every trick in his book to try to convince you. But needless to say, just seeing Owen happy and glowing was all the convincing you needed to go along with his plans for the night.

Owen licked his lips with cautious hope, "please, Y/N?" He spoke with a slight tremble in his voice.

You reached out to brush Owen's cheek; your fingertips skimmed along his jaw line as you adoringly gazed at him. "Of course, babe," you spoke with a soft voice, "we can do anything your heart desires to, Owen."

The Canadian felt his heartbeat quicken; a beaming smile took over his face as he wordlessly stared at you with glee in his eyes. Before you knew it, Owen took your face in his hands and started placing kisses all over your face.

"Owen, babe, you're tickling me!" You shrieked breathlessly while trying to squirm out of your boyfriend's grasp.

"Where are all the marshmallows keep disappearing off to?" You scratched at your cheek while turning to look at the bowl of mini marshmallows across the counter. The bowl at first was overflowing with mini marshmallows; however, since you began the arduous processing of preparing your family's secret hot cocoa recipe, the number slowly started to dwindle.

You chewed on your lip and shrugged your shoulders; turning back to the simmering stovepan in front of you. With an instinct tingling in your mind, you sneakily turned around to find Owen snacking on a few more of the mini marshmallows.

"Owen! Babe, you're eating the marshmallows?" A small pout made its way onto your lips, watching your boyfriend nervously giggle at you -- knowing he got caught. "I was saving those for the toppings for our hot cocoas!"

Owen's entire face flushed while he finished munching. "Y/N, you know I can't control myself around marshmallows!" Your boyfriend playfully whimpered as he wrapped his lanky arms around your middle; burrowing his head into the crook of your neck as you continued to stir the saucepan filled with delicious hot cocoa.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as you leaned your head against his; a bright smile crept upon your lips while you quietly took in how beautiful your boyfriend was and how you were the luckiest person on the western side of the Atlantic Ocean to have a sweet and wonderful boyfriend like Owen.

You soon were brought out of your daydream because of Owen's chuckles, to which you furrowed your eyebrows at.

"The hot cocoa's about to boil over, babe," he whispered with a low-pitched tone in his voice while placing a kiss onto your cheek.

Your eyes soon widened at the sight in front of you, a tint made its way across your cheeks as you could feel your ears turn red.

Owen let out a content sigh as he took another sip of his hot cocoa, a little bit of whipped cream stuck onto his upper lip as he pulled the mug away from his lips.

There was a yearning look written in your eyes; your eyes were focused on the little whipped cream mustache your boyfriend. Owen soon caught onto your gaze and tilted his head to the side as he stared back at you.

"Is there something on my face, Y/N?" Wanting to tease him a little, you shook your head without saying a word. Owen curtly nodded his head albeit with a slight frown on his lips as he continued to drink from his mug of hot cocoa.

You brought your free hand up to your lips in an effort to stifle your giggles as Owen was still clueless about the mess on his face.

"Ok, I feel like you're hiding something from me!" The Canadian pressed his lips into a fine, his hands reached across the coffee table for his phone. Before he had a chance to turn his phone on, you sneakily attacked him with a short but sweet kiss.

Once you promptly pulled away from the kiss was when Owen realized what you were giggling at.

"You're evil, babe," he turned his head away from you in a playful protest, a pout made its way onto the Canadian's face as he feigned shock.

"I'm sorry, Owen," you couldn't help but boisterously laugh; setting your mug of hot cocoa down on the coffee table near you before you took Owen's face in your hands and brought him in for a smooch. "Will you ever forgive me, babe?"

Just as Owen was about to respond, the lights flickered for a few seconds before the entire room turned pitch dark.

"Well, there goes the romantic ambience," even though it was near impossible to really see your boyfriend's face at that particular moment, you knew without a doubt, he had a cheesy smirk on his lips.

You playfully whacked his shoulder and sarcastically laugh as you rose up from your seated position.

"I'm going to see if we have any flashlights around the apartment," you mumbled under your breath to yourself. "Owen, could you check to see if we have any leftover candles laying around in the meantime?"

Owen let out an audible noise, signaling that he understood his mission. You soon then disappeared off to a different room while the Canadian stayed put on the couch.

An idea soon popped into his mind as a cheerful grin made its way onto his lips, one he was sure you were going to love.

"Well, at least this flashlight seems to be working," you mumbled to yourself while walking back to the living room; only to stop in your tracks when you saw an ongoing construction involving numerous blankets and pillows and cushions. "Hello, what's this?"

When Owen promptly turned his head, he resembled a deer caught in headlights as he stared up at you from where he sat on the floor.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" Owen let out a disappointed groan as he lifted himself off the floor and quietly made his way over to where you stood.

"I see you kept yourself occupied while I was gone, Mr. Power," you walked quickly to erase the distance between you and the Canadian.

"Figured I could keep myself occupied for a while," he shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner as he goofily grinned at you.

"I thought I asked you to check to see if we had any candles?" You raised an eyebrow at the Canadian, knowing fully well that he most likely didn't search for the candles, but there was a knowing smirk on your lips nevertheless.

"You did," he let out a playful sigh while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him. "But I thought we could have some fun with no electricity in our cozy, little blanket fort!"

You couldn't help but loudly giggle at your boyfriend's childlike antics.

"You really are a child at heart, Power," you mumbled quietly to yourself; playfully shaking your head as you splayed your hand over your boyfriend's heart.

"I may be a child at heart," Owen sweetly smiled at you while placing a soft, gentle kiss on your hairline. "But you love me and my childish antics, Y/N…"

#owen power #owen power imagine #owen power imagines #owen power blurb #owen power blurbs #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #nhl blurbs #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs #buffalo sabres

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powermakar · 1 year

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Keep Your Glasses On - Owen Power

Author's note: Ok so I 100% definitely have a glasses kink and Owen wearing his glasses just does something to me so I wrote this for all of us horny people.

Part two: You Don't Need Your Glasses for This

Summary: Pure filthy smut with no plot whatsoever

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Praise kink, glasses kink, whiny Owen, cocky Owen, swear words, pretty much every warning that comes with pure smut

Owen’s game had just ended and you knew it would be a while before he got home from dealing with all of the press. You took that time to prepare for your celebration of Owen’s first multi-point NHL game. A dark blue matching set to represent the Saber’s blue always ended up being Owen’s favorite set of lingerie. Throwing a jersey on with the familiar number 25 sprawled across the back, you lay down on your and Owen’s bed.

You hear a jingle of keys and the front door opens so you call out, “In here Owen!”. Owen walks into the room and looks you up and down with his eyes blazing with heat.

“All of this for me baby?” Owen smirks.

“All and only for you,” you say, sliding one side of the jersey up so he can get a glance at your blue, lace thong. He just groans in response and drops the coat of his suit to the floor and loosens his tie. “Is it getting a little hot in here? Maybe I should take this off so it’ll be cooler” you say, pulling the jersey over your head and revealing your bra. The cold air hits your nipples making them pucker and you let out a little moan. All Owen can do is stare at you. “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you tease. With those words, Owen’s head snaps up with a questioning look. “Maybe next time O, but right now I need you to come over and do something to me”.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to leave but those reporters kept asking me questions and all I could think of was you,” Owen says while running a finger around the waistband of your thong and snapping it back against your skin. All you can do is squirm and move his hand closer to your pussy. “Not yet, baby, we need to get you wetter,” he says.

“Please Owen I need your dick or fingers or at least something!” you groan.

“Aw, are we begging now? Are you that horny that you can’t wait anymore? It’s a little pathetic if I’m being honest,” Owen says knowing it’ll rile you up a little more.

“If you don’t want to help me, then I’ll just do it myself,” you smirk rubbing your clit through your panties.

This must have made him angry because he pins both of your arms above your head and growls, “You follow exactly what I say and if you don’t you’ll get punished”.

You wanted to try something new and giggle, “Yes sir”.

“Fuck y/n,” Owen groans and unbuttons his shirt, and throws it to the floor. “If you want to play that game I can play it with you”. Owen unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room. He starts toying with both of your nipples making you moan and lift your hips against his thigh to feel any sort of friction. “So impatient y/n,” Owen says before he starts to suck on your right nipple.

“Owen please,” you whine.

“Fine, only because I want to hear you scream my name,” he says, taking his glasses off.

“No Owen, keep your glasses on.” He just shrugs and puts them back on. You pull your panties down your legs and throw them to the floor. Owen spreads your legs and begins to eat your pussy out with his glasses on. Moaning, you reach your hand into his hair and lift your hips up.

“You taste so good sweetheart,” Owen says before going back down and licking your clit.

“Fuck Owen I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly. You can feel Owen pick up the pace and before you know it your vision goes blurry as an orgasm rips through your body. You pull Owen up for a kiss, seeing that his glasses had some of your wetness on them making you even more turned on. “Oh my God Owen,” you moan.

He smirks and says, “round two?” before shoving two of his thick, long, calloused fingers into your hole. “You want more, huh? Such a slut for me baby girl. You are doing such a good job,” Owen praises. Your orgasm is approaching quickly and Owen knows it. He uses his other hand to rub small circles against your clit as you cry out.

“Owen, fuck, baby I want your dick now please.” With that Owen stands up to take his belt and pants off before reaching for a condom on the nightstand. He then picks you up and gently throws you on top of him.

“I want you to ride my dick like the good girl I know you are,” he demands. Smirking, you slide the condom down his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding down on him. It takes you a minute or two before you can fully adjust to his size and you start moving up and down. “Fuck y/n your pussy feels so good,” he moans. This was one of your favorite versions of Owen, the cocky then whiny Owen.

“You like that, huh? You love it when I ride you,” you tease. All Owen can do is let out a small whine in response. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway but you quickly put a stop to that. “Let me do some of the work tonight babe”. Looking at him you see his glasses are starting to fog up, his jaw is slacked, and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “You have no idea how much I love your glasses, Owen, They are one of my favorite things,” you say before pulling him into a kiss.

“I’ll wear them more often just for you,” he says before letting out another moan. “I’m so close y/n.”

“Me too baby”. With those words, he rubs your clit with his thumb. “Cum with me O,” you moan. Sure enough, both of you cum at the same time letting out breathy moans. Laying down on his chest he wraps his arms around your body. “Congratulations on your first multi-point game Owen. I love you”.

“I love you too y/n,” he says, pulling you into another kiss after. “I would love to continue this but I have to get up early tomorrow and I have to clean my glasses off.” All you can do is laugh. He pulls out of your hole and you groan at the emptiness. “I know baby”.

Owen comes back with a warm washcloth to wipe you clean. “Maybe you should get a hat trick so we can do this again”.

“I’ll try,” he laughs, turning off the lamp and snuggling you in close.

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jackhues · 1 year

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for you - owen power (valentine's day special)

request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!

requested by: @quietblues: )

notes: loll, thx for noticing my bio, i liked writing this, and it's a little longer than the others, but it turned out nice! thanks for requesting <3

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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.

you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”

she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.

it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.

“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.

“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”

“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.

you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.

since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.

“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.

“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.

“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.

“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.

“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.

“wait, what?”

“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”

“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”

to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.

you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate.

not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.

“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed.

“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.

you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house.

your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.

following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.

you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.

“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.

you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.

“hi,” he waved at you.

you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.

“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.

“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.

“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”

“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”

“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”

“i wanted it to be perfect.”

you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”

owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”

his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.

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