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knitpurlgoal · 14 days
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Obsessed with him
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stereax · 14 days
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bordysbae · 1 year
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22 & 36 for bordy please p.s I love your writing
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“is this a game to you?”
thomas bordeleau x fem reader
22. “we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious”
36. “yeah, i am jealous”
word count: 1k
warning; cursing
thomas has always been cocky, you could tell from the day you met him. he knows the power he holds over girls, but you’re the only one who never truly fell under his charm. yes, you think he’s attractive, but you don’t just sit there and fawn over him. that’s how you won him over, you know your worth, and he finds that to be the most attractive thing a girl can do. he hates how much girls just throw themselves at him, he loves a chase. eventually his charm got to you, and you began seeing each other casually, with no strings attached of course.
“i’ll see you sometime this week yeah?” he asks you, running a hand through his bedhead. “yeah, i’ll text you. or you text me, doesn’t matter” you say, slipping your shoes back on. he walks you out of his apartment, leading you to the door. he gives you a kiss on the cheek, as you do your walk of shame down the hallway of his apartment complex. the walk of shame you seem to be doing more and more often.
you’re sure that you’ll see thomas at this party one of your guys’ mutual friends is hosting at the club, so you don’t bother texting him at all during the week. you guys really only hookup if it’s after a party, or after one of his games. you both have to work during the week, so weekends are your guys’ best friend, despite some of his hockey games being out of state.
you sloppily throw an outfit together and touch up your makeup before leaving for the party. you uber to the club, since you have every intention of getting shit-faced tonight. once you arrive you can already smell the sweat and alcohol in the air. you look around for anyone you know, and see a few people having a joint conversation with one another. you decide to get a drink first to loosen up your system slightly.
as you’re standing waiting for the bartender you notice a tall man sit down at the barstool next to you. you glance over at him, and see him smiling at you. “hi, i’m jackson.” he beams. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you!” you exclaim, returning the favor and giving him a cheerful smile. “let me pay for your drink yeah?” “oh no, you don’t need to do that!” “i insist, a pretty girl like you doesn’t need to be buying her own drinks” he says, making you blush.
he pays for your drink, and you both begin chatting. one strong drink in your system is already loosening you up, and before you know it, your hand is on jackson’s bicep as you’re laughing at his stupid commentary. you feel a gaze burning into your cheek, and as jackson orders you both a round of shots, you take it as an opportunity to look around. you’re met with thomas’ gaze from across the entire room, as he grips the neck of his beer bottle tightly. you smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. you turn around to face jackson as you both lift the shot glasses full of tito’s to your lips. your head falls back as the liquid goes down your throat, leaving a burning sensation. just like thomas’ gaze.
the buzz in your system tells you to take jackson to the dance floor, and he follows as you take his wrist in your hand. you loosely dance against him, your body’s clashing together as the multi-colored lights shine above you. thomas is still watching you, his jaw clenched, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you pull yourself closer to jackson, taking in the strong smell of his cologne.
suddenly you’re pulled away from jackson by your wrist, and taken into a random bathroom. you already know who it is, and a smirk appears on your face as thomas locks the door. “hey pretty boy, long time no see” you say cooly. “oh piss off with that shit. the fuck are you doing y/n? is this a game to you?” he asks, all seriousness in his tone.
“a game? what are you talking about?” you ask, obviously playing dumb. “will you quit playing dumb for one god damn second?!” he groans, making you chuckle a little. “why were you all over that douche?!” “first of all, he’s not a douche, he bought me drinks. second, why does it matter? me and you, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious” you say, mimicking the words you both had once agreed on.
“i don’t usually call girls back after a one night stand, but you’re different. you don’t fall at my feet and just throw yourself at me, i’m interested. if you wanna keep seeing each other i’m more than down, but i don’t really do the dating scene, just so you know.” he stated.
“no yeah, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious.” you agreed with him.
“yeah exactly, no strings attached?”
“yup, no strings attached”
you’re snapped from the memory when thomas speaks up again, “yeah we’re just hooking up but jeez are you that oblivious?” “oblivious to what? are you jealous, bordeleau?” you smirk, knowing the cocky boy in front of you would never admit defeat. he remains silent, his eyes still piercing into yours.
“cmon tell me, cause if not i’d much rather go back out there to the guy who’s actually giving me attention” “yeah, i’m jealous. you drive me fucking crazy, y/n. i never wanted to develop feelings for you, but i did. i doubt you feel the same way since we agreed no strings attached, but jesus you drive me crazy. you’re the only person who intrigues me, and you’re just so gentle with me. i crave your touch every night i spend alone.” he admits, finally breaking.
“i like you too, idiot. why else would i be trying to get your attention all night?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes jokingly at his stupidity. “i don’t know, cause you’re mean” he shrugs. “if i’m mean then what are you?” you laugh, making thomas roll his shes. “oh shut up and kiss me already, no need to be rude” he says, leaning in, you doing the same. you guys meet in the middle, and instantly place your hands all over each other. your hands play gently with the curls at the back of his neck, while his wrap around your waist loosely.
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photoshopart15 · 2 months
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Timo's video tribute tonight! @ladylooch @swissalbanianmiss @bitchinbarzal
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get-hockeyed-idiot · 3 months
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oh so I’m in love with him okay
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maraschinodevil · 20 days
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BABY GOT HIS FIRST NHL HATTY 😭🩵🦈🎩
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mooseyhischier · 20 days
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THE SHARKS ARE SO REAL FOR THIS
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3rdmeasurement · 5 months
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📸 Graig Abel
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dontknowhockey · 1 month
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I grew up local to Sj, which made me like the sharks in a way that an older sibling likes a younger sibling. Like they are bad? Yes, terrible. HOWEVER, I get to say that because I KNOW THEM. You don’t get to say that. You don’t say it with any love in your heart. I love all their players and also hate them
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knitpurlgoal · 3 months
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“mukhamadullin is going to keep growing”
“mukhamadullin is going to hit 7ft before we win the cup”
But are his shoulders going to get big enough for his name?
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stereax · 1 month
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themotogirl · 5 months
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sharks 🔛🔝
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bordysbae · 1 year
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Being really clingy before bords has to leave for a roadie and not wanting to leave him 😔
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“you can’t leave me here alone!”
thomas bordeleau x fem!reader
word count: 0.6k
you’re currently laying in your very warm and cozy bed, using your boyfriends toned body as a pillow. he begins to stir awake and rubs his eyes before looking down at you, only to see you looking up at him. a smile grows across his cheeks and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “good morning” he raspily speaks.
“mornin’ sunshine” you smile, forgetting about the dreading moments soon to come in the next hour. you both just stare at each other for a moment, taking in the sweet feelings of love that you both share with each other. literally anyone can see just how much you both love each other, which is why you get so upset when he goes on a roadie. thomas is the sunshine in your life, he’s your world. so when he speaks up the next words you forgot about, your heart instantly breaks. “babe i need to get up and finish packing my bag and shower before i go” he groans, reaching for his phone off of the nightstand.
the roadie.
thomas is going on an roadie playing the canucks twice, back to back, over the next few days. you instantly sigh and wrap your arms around him as an attempt to prevent him from moving. “no! you’re not leaving!” you groan, making him chuckle. “babe i have to, the team leaves in 2 hours i need to start getting ready” “no you don’t, you can just stay with me” “as much as i’d much prefer that, i can’t do that love. this is my job” he smiles pitifully at you, knowing he doesn’t want to leave you either.
you hold your grip onto him, acting as if he couldn’t easily move you off of him. he doesn’t try to wiggle out of your grip, instead he manages to get up easily and throws you over his shoulder as he gets off of the bed. “excuse me! where are we going?” you flail around in his arms. “i’m going to shower, you can do whatever you please.” he places you back on the ground as he starts to run the shower.
you roll your eyes since you know he can’t see your face. once he finishes his shower you help him finish packing his bag, trying not to cry. you know it’s dumb to cry over this, but you can’t help it when he’s your absolute everything. “alright, i think that’s everything” he says zipping the zipper of the black bag. you silently walk away from him, and go into the living room. you slide on one of thomas’ oversized (oversized on you, not him) hoodies, as he walks in with his bags. you stare at him softly before you feel tears pool at the brim of your eyes.
thomas instantly notices and drops his bags, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m sorry princess, i’ll be home before you know it. i’ll call you every night, i’ll text you all the time too. it’s only three days, and you’ll see me on the tv yeah?” he whispers in your ear. “you can’t leave me here alone!” you cry out.
he chuckles softly before kissing the tip of your nose. “i’m sorry love, i promise i’ll be home soon.” “you better” “i better? what did you think i was gonna runaway in canada?” he laughs. “what if you don’t actually have a roadie and you’re just running away” “you’re crazy, you know that?” you roll your eyes, hitting his chest playfully, “yeah but you love it” “i do?” he jokes, making you scoff.
“okay goodbye get out, go!” you say pushing him towards the door. “i love you, i’ll call you when i land okay?” “i love you more, and just remember i’m watching for you on tv so if i don’t see you playing i’m gonna assume you ran away!” “you’re so weird” he laughs as leans down to pull you into a deep kiss.
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lovershines14 · 2 years
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Candid dev camp Bordy
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get-hockeyed-idiot · 3 months
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Mukhamadullin 6’4” Eklund 5’11”
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maraschinodevil · 25 days
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Favourite dynamic duo 🫶🏻
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