#st louis blues imagine

[ilyasorokinn]

(day nine) the tree party , colton parayko

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, colton parayko x reader summary, picking out a christmas tree was always a ceremonious day for the parayko family. and this year, they had a new addition, winnie, so that made the whole thing all the more special. warnings, children/kids word count, 1073 words

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When you and Colton first moved in together, Colton made it a whole thing. He made it an entire day. You got breakfast, then got your tree, which was a whole process in it itself. Then you went home and put on a Christmas movie while decorating your tree.

You had done it with Henry for the last 4 years, and this year, it would be Colton, you, Henry, and Winnie.

"Can we go yet?" Henry whined as he stomped around the front door. All of you were ready, but Winnie still took a little longer to get ready because she was a baby and needed a little more than you all did.

"Be patient, dude." Colton rustled his hair, "You know your sister takes a little more time than you and me." Henry sighed, hopping up onto the bench in the entryway and waiting.

After getting Winnie ready and getting both kids strapped in the car, you were on your way to the diner you always had your special breakfast.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite family." The same waitress since you had started your tradition almost 6 years ago, Penny, greeted you with a bright smile.

Henry let go of Colton's hand and ran over to hug her, "Hello, Henry. Oh, look at you. Look at how big you've gotten." He smiled bashfully.

She looked up from Henry and gasped when she saw the stroller you were pushing, "Get out!" She laughed. You pushed up the hood of the stroller so she could see Winnie, "Oh, look at her. She's beautiful." Penny cooed.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"What's her name?"

"Winnifred, Winnie for short," Colton answered.

"She's beautiful." You smiled as Penny led you over to your usual table which had a "reserved" plaque on it, "Barry almost shouted at a group of kids who almost sat here this morning."

"Oh, you don't have to save this table for us we're fine sitting at a different table."

"It's no trouble." She shook her head with a smile, "I'll be back with your drinks."

The majority of breakfast was filled with you telling Henry to eat some pancakes with his syrup and Colton to eat slower because he was so excited.

After breakfast, you were on your way to the tree farm, listening to Christmas music the entire way there. When you got to the farm, Colton hadn't even stopped the car before Henry was unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Hey, your butt stays in that seat until the car stops." You reminded him and he quickly sat back down. Once Colton stopped the car, then Henry jumped up and out of his seat.

You and Colton both got you. While Colton got the stroller out, you helped Henry out of his seat and held his hand as he pointed out all the things he saw.

Henry started pulling you off, having no regard for his sister or father, "Slow down, buddy." You laughed, "You gotta wait for Winnie and dad."

He stopped and turned around to see where the two were. Once they were close enough, he started pulling out off again, "I know you're excited. But I kind of need my arm." You joked.

"Come on, mommy, all the good trees are getting taken." Henry told you.

"I don't think they are. The perfect one for us will still be there." You reassured. Something caught Henry's attention, and he was quickly dragging you towards it, "Hot choclate?"

"Can we? Please?"

"You just had breakfast, which was practically a bowl of syrup."

"Please?" He begged.

"Fine." You relented. You ordered two hot chocolate, and made your way back over to Colton, who had Winnie in his arms, as he showed her the trees.

You handed one of the cups to Henry, who eagerly began blowing on the hot liquid, "That's right. Blow." You nodded as you blew on your own cup.

You wandered through the rows and rows of trees, trying to find the "perfect" tree, as Henry called it, "Do you see it yet?" You asked. Henry shook his head response.

You and Colton shared a look. You had been there for a little too long, and you were getting cold and you were starting to get worried about Winnie being too cold.

"All right, well, you gotta pick one soon. It's getting cold." Colton told him.

"Okay." He nodded. You wandered down a few more aisles before Winnie let out a cry.

Colton began bouncing up and down trying to get her to stop crying. You worked quickly, grabbing a bottle from the baby bag and pouring some of the milk from the insolated cup into Winnie's cup.

"All right, Henry, if you don't pick a tree-"

"This one!" He exclaimed, pointing to the tree you were standing in front of. You and Colton both looked at the tree, examining his pick.

"Are you sure? After this, there's no going back." You told him.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"All right, I'll go find someone." Colton handed Winnie off to you and went off in search of someone who worked there.

-

When you got home, with the tree safely strapped to the top of your car, you called in some reinforcement (some of the guys) to help you bring the tree into the house.

They stuck around to help hang up a couple ornaments and play with baby Winnie who loved all the attention. While Winnie was distracted by her Uncle Robert and Uncle Scandy, you, Colton and Henry started decorating the tree with all your ornaments.

Well, it was mainly you and Colton because Henry was distracted by the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

Once you were done and every ornament was on your tree, there was only one thing left to do, "Hey, bud, do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?"

He nodded eagerly, taking the star from you and waiting for Colton to pick him up. Once he was tall enough, he carefully placed the star on the tip of your tree.

Once he was safely on the ground, Colton made his way around the tree to the back so he could plug the lights into the outlet. He took a step back, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you marveled at your tree.

"Go us." You held your hand up.

"Yeah." Colton chuckled in agreement, slapping his hand against yours.

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[nicohischierz]

invisible string: dalibor dvorsky

thank you @jimmy-snuggs for listening to my silly suggestion 🫶

world juniors was a competition you grew up watching every christmas. so when you heard there was an opportunity to help take pictures for the media you leaped at the opportunity. 

now you stood next to your family friend jimmy snuggerud as you take some photos of his teammates during their cool down time. there were some boys playing a very intense game of cards which made the two of you laugh. 

“oh shoot, i left my other card in my room,” you exclaimed searching your bag for the small chip. your current sd card had filled up and whilst you were transferring the images into your phone you wanted to be prepared. 

jimmy told you to drop your equipment off in your room and forget about the card as the team wanted to go out for dinner together. 

so you did just that.

on your way back, you were texting jimmy as he asked you what you were thinking of eating as the boys were indecisive. however, you weren’t watching where you were going as you walked straight into someone. 

“are you okay?” the guy asked. his voice was deep and held a slight accent to it. you nodded before looking up at him. 

he was the most attractive person in your opinion. he dark brown eyes that now held worry in them. his arms didn’t leave your body until one of his teammates cleared their throat. 

“oh. umm i’m okay thank you,” you answered stepping away from him. dalibor nodded and smiled at you. some of his friends started walking away from the two of you when he spoke again. 

“i hope to see you again,” he called out before leaving. 

the smile on your face after that didn’t leave your face throughout dinner. even when the guys started chirping you. 

over the next couple of days you seemed to be seeing your mystery man everywhere. 

the one chance you saw him was when slovakia played usa. you were able to catch the back of his jersey before he stuck his helmet on. 

dvorsky

you were sat by the pool editing some pictures when he appeared in front of you. dalibor didn’t say anything instead he just smiled at you. 

“dvorsky right?” you asked. 

“dalibor or dali,” he added. 

“y/n,” you smiled at him. 

from that day on the two of you would meet by the pool everyday and talk about your day and the little things you noticed around you. 

“i hope this isn’t the last time we meet dali,” you whispered bringing him in for a hug. dalibor hugged you back, his arms wrapped around you “i also hope this won’t be the last time miláčik,” he whispered. 

before dalibor left to get on the bus, he cupped your face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. you reciprocated immediately. 

“i’ll see you soon,” he promised. 

it had been months since you last saw dalibor. your communication was cut to very other day as the two of you became busy. and to distract yourself from the hurt you felt, you decided to apply for an internship with the st louis blues. 

so now you stood in nashville at the nhl draft, ready to take pictures and videos of the new prospects. 

you had zoned out after the second pick, you were on your phone waiting for st louis to make a pick when you heard the call of a familiar name. you looked up to the tv in time to see dalibor walking down towards the stage as the blues board stood on the stage. 

luckily, your colleague had taken a position in front of the stage allowing yourself time to breathe. 

“miláčik?“ dalibor asked as he approached you. 

you smiled at him, the boy wasted no time running to you and wrapping you in his arms. 

“i missed you so much,” “i’m so proud of you,” the two of you let out. 

when you pulled away, dalibor didn’t let you go far. his hands moving from your arms to your face. 

he looked around to make sure it was clear before he bent down and kissed you. this time you were able to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“funny that we seem to find our way to each other,” he mumbled against your lips. you laughed before pulling away. 

“like an invisible string pulling us together,” you commented.

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[danny-415]

vacation time

(fluff)

pov: you thought about having a vacation and spending some quality time with dali because he’s too busy with hockey. you miss him very much and just could not stop thinking about him.

“dali!” you yelled out his name from across the room

“yeah?” he asked

“i was thinking we could spend 3 days on vacation in new york?”

“yeah we can, i never been to much places except for croatia, sweden, and missouri”

“well have you ever been to a basketball game?”

“wait, you wanna go to new york for a basketball game?”

“yeah i was just thinking maybe we could watch a game and go see places around. i just wanna spend time with you”

“okay we’ll go then”

“great cause i already bought tickets to the knicks game which are the front row seats”

“already?”

“mhm i was going to surprise you but i couldn’t wait because i already miss you but you’re super busy that’s why”

“awh miláčik i love you but i could’ve payed instead of you doing so much for me”

“don’t worry about it dali anyways i’ll be there at your games but i really wanna spend some time with you”

“come here” dali says as he’s going in for a hug and kiss

as dali hugs and kisses you, you feel the warmth of his body close to you feeling safe with him. you are filled with happiness and excitement.

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y/n user: vacay time 🤍

dalidvorsky: love you! ❤️

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[chickensaladquinn]

Chicken Salad Quinn pt 9 - Day with Mommy

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8

an: I've been in a been of a slump coming out with the next few parts, so here's a random little spinoff about Quinn hanging out with mommy. We'll be getting back to the Y/n storyline shortly <3

It was finally the off season, and Quinn could not be more excited to be spending his time back at the Hughes' lake house. His days were full of golfing, going out on the boat, hanging out with all of his hockey friends, but most importantly, he got to eat fresh chicken salad directly from mommy every single day.

Mommy always rolled her eyes at her sons love for chicken salad, but both she and Quinn knew that it was all a ruse. She secretly cherished her mommas boy always coming to her for her famous chicken salad. As a mom with three boys who were all grown up, it was rare to feel needed. But Quinn always came around to make mommy feel better.

One night, Quinn couldn't sleep, so he made his way down to the kitchen to grab a little late night snack (chicken salad, of course). As he tip-toed into the kitchen, he was shocked to see that it was already occupied. Mommy was still up.

"Hey there Quinny, coming to get some chicken salad?" she inquired. Quinn nodded blushing lightly. Mommy gave him a smile and handed him a bowl of the white, mayonnaise filled, oniony goodness.

"You know, I was thinking," she started, "maybe I could teach you my recipe. That way if a shipment ever goes bad again like last season, you'll be able to make it yourself. Then you won't have to settle for chicken salad chick."

Quinn's eyes widened. "You mean, your world famous, secret family recipe? That you've never shared with anyone? EVER?!?" Quinn was shocked that she would even bring it up. He was a little nervous, too. Would he ever be able to make it like mommy?

"You have to swear on Luke and Jack that you'll never share this recipe with anyone, no matter what," mommy said, eyes narrowed. Quinn nodded eagerly, not bothering that to tell mommy that he would swear his brothers away for a chicken nugget. He knew he would take this recipe to his grave, no matter who or what he swore on.

"Come on, dear. Let's first gather our ingredients."

And so Quinn and mommy spent the late hours of the night working away in the kitchen, mommy guiding Quinn through every step carefully. Quinn listened intently, hoping to soak up as much mommy knowledge as he could.

When they were finished, they beheld their giant bowl of chicken salad. The way it glistened in the fluorescent lights of the lake house kitchen nearly brought a tear to Quinn's eye. It truly was beautiful.

Just as Quinn reigned his tear in, he heard a sniffle coming from beside him. He looked over and what he saw nearly broke his heart into pieces.

Mommy has tears streaming down her face. She tried to dab them away with a napkin but they were falling too fast for her to catch them.

Quinn pulled her into his signature Huggy Bear embrace and asked her what was wrong.

"Now that you can do it yourself, there's no need for me anymore. My boys don't need me." Mommy broke down into sobs. Quinn guided her to the table and sat her down. He sat right across from her and took both of her hands into his.

He looked down and started to cry as well. These small, delicate hands had held him and his brother for years. They had brought them up and made them into the man that he was, that all the Hughes boys were. These hands that had played the game themselves, that had taught him much of what he knows, were now trembling with the sobs of the one person that Quinn knew would always be cheering him on.

"Mommy, listen to me." Quinn said, his voice thick with emotion, "There's no one that gives hugs like you. There's no one who puts on rash cream like you. There's no one that makes chicken salad better than you. I may have learned all these things from you, but they can't have the mommy touch when I do them. I'll always need you."

Mommy took a deep breath and smiled at her boy. They hugged for a long time, then packed up their chicken salad. Quinn walked mommy to her room and patted her on the back, reminding her that she would always be his one and only mommy, no matter what happened.

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[swissboyhisch]

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[barzal-mat]

is anyone interested in a chapter two of homesick?

read chapter one here!

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[senditcolton]

Always Leave Me Wanting More

summary: winning the Stanley Cup is every players dream. and now that your husband Ryan has managed to achieve it twice, the only thing he’s wants to do is celebrate with you... and think about what’s next for the two of you.

song word count: 5.9k warnings: smut! semi-public, oral (female receiving), and breeding kink

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

There were times in your life where you wondered if everything was worth it. If all the pain and heartache and sacrifices you made in your life actually mattered, actually meant something.

And then there were moments like these, when you realized that you would go through everything a hundred times over again if it meant that you got to be here: sitting in a ballroom, wearing your best dress, as you watch the love of your life receive a ring in commemoration of an achievement that every hockey player dreamed of.

You watch, the smile never leaving your face, as your husband Ryan opened up the jewelry box that held the St. Louis Blues Stanley Cup ring. Watching as his blue eyes lit up with such childlike excitement as he spied the diamonds nestled in the blue velvet. Watching as that dazzling smile widens once he slips the ring over his finger. You don’t say anything – you aren’t even sure if you could put this moment into words. Instead, you simply lean over and press your lips into his, feeling his smile against yours.

The night was perfect. That was simply the best word for it. You were surrounded by people you loved, people you admired, and currently, you were laughing with one of your close friends Melanie as she finished recounting her latest work drama, her daughter Hartford in her arms.

“You always think you’re being perfectly clear and literally spelling it out and still they don’t understand,” she sighs, her eyes rolling back.

“That’s always the case, and not just in work. Husbands are like that sometimes.”

“And kids. Saylor is getting into her ‘no’ phase and Torey and I are… working through it,” Mel laughs, looking around the ballroom. You follow her gaze and see Saylor toddling around the carpeted floor, running up to every person and saying hello. That is, until she spies Torey closing in on her which is when she runs off, her high-pitched giggles filling the room.

“Well, at least this one is still a few years from that,” you say, leaning forward and holding your hand out to Hartford. She gives you that adorable baby smile, her chubby cheeks bright and rosy.

“Thankfully,” Mel agrees with you. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Sure,” you reply and you hold out your arms, letting Melanie carefully transfer her daughter into your grasp and you lift her up towards you, resting her on your hip.

“So, how have you and Ryan been?” Mel asks as you gently bounce Hartford.

“We’ve been good. Just kind of taking in the married life. I’ve been focusing on work and, of course, Ryan has been working in his own way.”

“To great success,” Mel teases and the two of you share a laugh.

“Yeah,” you say, taking in everything around you. “We’ve been good.” You hear Hartford start to babble next to you and you look down, taking a brief moment to adjust the bow perched on top of her head. She has her arms outstretched, her small hands clapping as she continues to coo and you follow her gaze towards the Stanley Cup, standing big and bright and a shining silver in the center of the room.

“What’s that Hartford?” you ask, your voice light. “Is that the Stanley Cup? Did your dad win that?” Her response is more adorable baby nonsense and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Do you want to go see it?” you ask her, shooting a glance over towards Melanie, subtly aiming the question at her as well.

“Go for it,” she replies. “Besides, it looks like I might have to help Torey wrangle Saylor.” You both glance behind you and see Saylor continuing to laugh and run around the tables always escaping Torey’s grasp like she had been for the past few minutes. Mel glances back at you with an exasperated look and you both share a small chuckle before she departs to help her husband. You look back to the child in your arms and smile at her.

“Let’s go see Lord Stanley, huh Hartford?” She coos back at you in response and you walk towards the table where the Cup is sitting. Hartford’s excited giggles increase as you get closer and you laugh with her. When you finally arrive, you lean Hartford in close, her hands reaching out and grasping the lip of the Cup. You gently take her hands, bringing her back to you before crouching down to the edge of the table, your vision lining up with the bottom ring, the names of the Blues freshly engraved on the metal.

“There’s your daddy, Hartford,” you gently explain to her, pointing to the pressing of Torey’s name. “And there’s Ryan’s name,” you point a few rows up to where your husband is engraved. “And let’s see here…” you trail off, lifting yourself up to walk around the Cup, finding the Bruins 2011 win, “there’s your dad’s old team.” You point to the names in small print as Hartford continues to babble in your arms. You press a kiss to the top of her head and you continue to point at the Cup and all the names engraved on the silver; from some of the old great players as well as those more recent players who were sure to go down in history.

“I can also show you when the Blues won the Cup in 2019 but your dad doesn’t like to talk about that year because he was on the losing team,” you whisper into the crown of her head and you can hear her giggle at feeling of your breath tickling through her hair.

“What are you teaching my daughter now Y/N?” you hear Torey’s voice sound from behind you and you turn to see him walking up to you, Melanie close behind, Saylor’s hand wrapped in hers. Hartford starts to babble again as soon as she sees her dad, the Cup completely forgotten as her hands reach out to him instead.

“Oh, nothing,” you say as you help transfer her from your arms into his. “Just telling her about 2019,” you explain innocently and you see Torey’s eyes playfully glare at you.

“We don’t talk about 2019.”

“Well, you might not but I do,” you say, reaching out towards Hartford and she grabs on to one of your fingers. “When you’re old enough, you should ask you dad to show you the picture of him and Uncle Robbie during that series and then he can tell you how they became the bestest of friends after that.”

“Uncle Robbie!” Saylor squeals, recognizing the name and you and Melanie laugh at her response. Torey lets out a light-hearted groan, looking back towards you.

“Look at what you’re doing,” Torey lightly scolds and you just laugh.

“You know I can’t help it. Have to make sure the girls know their St. Louis Blues history. It’s very important stuff.”

“Well, we’re actually just about to head out,” Melanie explains. You peel away from leaning in to give you a quick half-hug, Saylor still holding onto her hand.

“Aw, already?”

“Got to get the girls home and in bed before they get too tired,” she explains and you nod in understanding. You lean in and give Torey a quick hug congratulating him once again on the win, even though everyone has said the same thing a million times over. You press another quick kiss to the crown of Hartford’s head, smiling as she lets out some more baby babbling. Finally, you crouch down and open your arms for Saylor. She comes running into them, giving you a hug and you wrap your arms around her in return. You quickly lift her up into the air, causing her to shriek and giggle at the sudden movement before placing her down again. You gently pull away from her, turning her towards her mother and she happily takes Melanie’s hand. You lift yourself up off the floor, watching as they all start to walk out of the ballroom but before you know it, Saylor is turning around.

“Bye-bye,” she shouts to you, her little hand waving and you instinctively blow her a small kiss, waving your fingers goodbye to her as well.

You sigh, watching as the Krugs head out, a soft smile appearing on your face as you watch Torey lean in to give Melanie a quick kiss, Hartford in his arms and Saylor toddling between them. They were such a beautiful family and part of you couldn’t wait for the day that that was you and Ryan; successful and happy and completely content.

You are still caught up in the moment that you don’t even notice Ryan coming up behind you, as if he could hear your thoughts, until his arms wrap around your waist. You don’t even startle, so sure of Ryan’s energy that your only response is to lean back into him, sighing as he presses a soft kiss against your temple. You almost expect it to stop there, Ryan never being one for big displays of public affection but you are caught off guard by his lips trailing down, kissing the spot behind your ear that he knows makes you weak and then moving even lower to kiss your neck. You are certain he can feel your pulse jump underneath him and it is almost confirmed for you as you feel his lips curl against your skin. He finally pulls his lips away from you and you take a few moments to catch your breath.

“What was that for?” you ask, your voice still a little breathless.

“Nothing,” Ryan whispers into your hair, his arms still wrapped tightly around you, his hands absentmindedly dancing across your waist and hips.

“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you,” you hum, your body instinctively arching back into his. Ryan doesn’t say anything for a few moments, staying silent as his hands continue to rest heavily on your body.

“You’re really good with kids,” he finally mutters into your hair. You know those words should not have the effect that they do on you now but the way Ryan said them – the heavy tone, the almost growl that you heard lingering in the back of his throat, the way his hands tightened on your hips – it had butterflies erupting in your stomach and a rush of heat being sent down your body.

Spinning in Ryan’s arms, you turn to face him, your arms going up to rest on his shoulders, fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Have you been watching me, Mr. Ryan O’Reilly?” you ask teasingly.

“Only every second,” comes his quick reply, his sparkling steel blue eyes looking down at you through his thick lashes, your body warming under his gaze. You gently lift yourself up to connect your lips to his and you sigh as he pulls you in closer. Your heartbeat quickens as he deepens the kiss, his hands wandering from your hips to the small of your back and starting to sink lower until you pull away from him. His movements pause as you look up at him, a puzzled look on your face.

“What has gotten into you?” you question, your tone light but curious.

“Nothing. Like I said,” he continues, playing coy as his lips find their way back to your skin, a kiss punctuating each of his next words. “You’re just really, really, good with kids.”

“Ryan,” you say, drawing out his name in warning as you tear yourself away from him once more. Ryan simply grins down at you, his hands resting on the small of your back.

What follows is an entirely silent conversation.

One of your eyebrows raising in question. Ryan’s eyes darting around before focusing on a fixed point across the room. You following his stare to the small hallways that lead to the private restrooms. Ryan’s hands tightening on your hips, tugging you closer. Whipping your head back to him, your eyes widening in disbelief. A small shrug and mischievous look from Ryan. Your eyes rolling, tearing away from his gaze, gently shaking your head, a breathy laugh falling from you. A pause, the smirk tugging at your lips as the thought dances through your mind. A glance back at him, that grin still on your face. Lifting yourself up to capture him in a kiss that leaves both of you wanting more.

Pulling away from him, the glint in your eyes daring him to make the next move.

Before you can even blink, Ryan is unwinding himself from around you, taking your hand in his and walking you down towards the secluded hallway and it’s private rooms. You try to slow him, make your pace seem more leisurely so as not to arouse suspicion. Although, you wanted to be alone as quickly as he did.

The journey felt like it took forever but as soon as Ryan pulled you into the single bathroom and you heard the definitive click of the lock fall into place, all of your facades dropped.

It wasn’t clear who made the first advance but it didn’t matter when you had Ryan pressed up against you. You gladly let him take the lead, his strong body pushing you further back into the room, your lips still locked together. You let out a small gasp as you felt the back of your thighs hit the countertop of the sink and Ryan takes that as an opportunity for his lips to trail downwards. You head spun as you felt him all over you; his mouth tracing your skin, his hands dancing everywhere – gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs, lifting one of them up to hook over the back of his own as he pressed you deeper against the sink.

“Ryan,” you whine, his name high and tight in the back of your throat.

“What is it, darling?” Ryan whispers against your skin, placing open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones. “What do you need?”

“You.”

The response comes out of your mouth before you even register the words. Ryan lifts his lips off of your chest, his head raising to connect his eyes back to yours. You swallow thickly, feeling the heat radiating from his body and your own body warm from his previous actions. Your hands lift, coming to rest on the base of his skull, fingers gently running through his hair. One of Ryan’s hands follows a similar path, lifting from your hip to cup your face, thumb caressing your jawline and tracing your lips.

“I just need you,” you breathe out.

The corners of Ryan’s lips quirk up, his eyes soft as he continues to stare down at you. He did this often even though you weren’t sure if he even knew what he was doing; making you feel as if you were the only person in the world, that you were all that he ever wanted. It’s what made you fall in love with him in the first place… and you fell a little more every time he looked at you like this.

Ryan leans in closer until his lips just barely touch yours and you swear that you can feel everything; his breath fanning over your cheeks, the lightest tickles of his beard on your skin, the heat radiating from his body. There is a beat, a moment of silence where he just stays there and you can’t stop your chest from heaving, your fingers flexing as you try to resist pulling him that final millimeter towards you.

“You’ll always have me,” he whispers.

Your resolve finally crumbles and you don’t hesitate an instant longer before pulling his lips to yours. The kiss felt like fire, igniting your body, sending that passion and desire rushing through you as you try to bring him closer, deepening the kiss, both of your legs wrapping around his hips, heels pressing into the back of his thighs. Ryan groans into your open mouth and you gladly swallow the sound, desperate for everything he could give you.

It takes Ryan’s hands slipping underneath the silk of your dress for you two to break apart, your head falling back, hitting the mirror behind you, the contrast of the cool glass against your scalp sending another shiver down your spine. Ryan returns to the spot on your chest, kissing your hot skin above the neckline of your dress. You whine as you feel his coarse fingertips trace over the lace of your underwear, teasing you by touching everywhere but the one place you wanted.

The whimper that leaves your throat is a clear enough request for Ryan, who finally slips his hands underneath your waistband and runs his fingers down your slit.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he growls against you, his teeth grazing your collarbones as he feels your arousal pulsing from you. “Is this all for me?”

Your only response is another whine, your hips canting up, chasing his fingers, silently begging for more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he continues and he resumes his movements against your core, “so wet and desperate. Just for me.”

You have to bite back the loud moan that wants to fall from your lips when Ryan finally plunges his fingers into you, his thumb coming to press against your clit sending another rush of heat down to your core. 

Your body aches for him, lifting, writhing towards him if only to get feel him more. Ryan reads your desperation clearly and moves his fingers within you, the pressure on your clit steady. His other hand delicately slides the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, the movements in sharp contrast to those happening between your thighs. That is, until he pulls down the front of your gown, exposing your chest to the cool air of the bathroom. You gasp, feeling your nipples pebble before Ryan’s head ducks down, his lips closing over one of them. 

The stimulation from his lips, his tongue, his fingers, against your breasts, against your core, is simultaneously all too much and yet not enough. Your body moves with reckless abandon: your head thrown back, chest heaving, hips chasing his thrusts, hands burying themselves deeper into his hair.

Somehow, your head is too scrambled to even gather how, Ryan untangles himself from you, removing himself from your body entirely. Your keening whine is short-lived before his hands grip your hips, your feet hitting the floor as he spins you around and you gasp as you feel the edge of the counter press against the tops of your thighs.

Ryan’s hands trace their way up your body, one gripping your breast, the other stopping to rest on the concaves of your collarbones, his fingers spanning across your throat, tilting your head to the side. His hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear and you press your hips back against his, whimpering when you feel the hard ridge of him press against the curves of your ass.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispers and your eyes flutter open. The moan that threatens to spill from your lips is dangerous as your eyes connect in the mirror, the shiver that runs down the length of your body as you see his heavy stare on you.

“Look at me,” Ryan continues, his lips a whisper against your temple, “and tell me what you want. Exactly what you want me to do to this perfect fucking body of yours.”

You mewl, your head falling forward as far as it can, your eyelashes fluttering as you try to compose yourself enough to answer his demand. Ryan doesn’t make it easy, his other hand continuing to play with your nipples, his lips pressing against that spot behind your ear that he knows damn well makes you putty in his grasp.

“I want,” you begin, your words stuttered and unsteady. You attempt to gasp in enough air to clear your head to give him a full reply. “I want your mouth on me. Please, Ryan, please make me cum on your tongue.”

You feel his chest rumble in a soft chuckle before he presses a kiss into your hair.

“Anything for you,” he mumbles and you let your eyes close, melting back into his body before you feel him peel away from you, his hands disappearing from your skin. You open your eyes in enough time to see him shoot you a mischievous wink in the mirror before he is sinking down onto the tile floor behind you.

The trembles that echo through your body are never ceasing as you feel Ryan’s hands caress legs, fingers tracing up the taut muscle of your calves, over your knees before reaching the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric. He continues his path, pushing the silk up your thighs and you lightly pull your body away from the marble edge of the basin, allowing the fabric to lift the last few inches before Ryan is pulling your dress over the curve of your ass, letting it pool around your hips.

His fingers abandon the silk in turn for the lace that still covered your aching core. Ryan tugs at the elastic of the waistband, playfully snapping it against your skin before twisting it in his fingers and torturously pulling it down. You hiss as your soaked cunt is exposed to the cool air, your hips moving on their own accord. Ryan doesn’t give any form of acknowledgment; just simply continues to glide your underwear down until they finally reach the bottom of you legs. A warm hand comes to wrap around your ankle, gently lifting your foot off the tile and carefully pulling the elastic over your heels before repeating on the other side until the scrap of lace is entirely removed from your body.

Your head spins when you feel Ryan’s lips press against the smooth skin on the back of your thighs. His fingers retrace their path up your legs, his lips trailing close behind and you can’t stop the short breaths of anticipation that fall from your chest.

The hot and heavy palm that lands on the small of your back is demanding yet reverent as Ryan’s fingers splay out, pressing down against you and pushing your torso forward, exposing more of your center to him. He presses two teasing kisses on the apex of your thighs before his mouth finally hits your core. You moan outright as his lips move, his tongue plunging into your core, the vibrations from his own moans rushing through you. You can feel your own body thrumming as he continues to eat you out, his hands coming to knead the flesh of your cheeks, pulling your hips closer to his mouth.

“Fuck,” you gasp as his lips trail down to wrap around your clit, moving against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending you reeling for more, whimpers falling from your lips as your hands try to grip the smooth porcelain of the sink in front of you. Ryan doesn’t stop, not that you would want him to when you felt like you were right on the edge of that precipice.

Even though you knew it was coming, your orgasm still takes you by surprise, rushing through you as you clench around nothing. Ryan feels your core pulsing against his tongue, hears those high whines pulling themselves from your throat, echoing around the bathroom as you fall apart. He continues to lap at your folds, gently cleaning the arousal spilling from you, extending your orgasm impossibly longer until your legs were trembling underneath his hands, the sturdy countertop the only thing holding you upright.

Ryan finally removes mouth from your core, once again pressing a light kiss onto the back of your thigh before lifting himself up. His hand reaches out to you, grasping your chin and pulling your head up from it’s slumped position to pull your lips into his. You moan into his open mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he presses himself against your spent body.

“So perfect, so pretty when you cum for me,” he growls into the kiss, his hips grinding into you, and you hiss as you feel the edge of the marble press into the delicate skin of the top of your thighs, the slight sharp pain mixing perfectly with the dull pulsing pleasure still thrumming through your body. The two of you continue to make out, lips and tongues clashing. You can feel Ryan adjusting behind you but your brain is so overwhelmed that you don’t react to his movements until you feel the velvet head of his cock press against your soaked folds.

“Ryan,” you moan into his mouth as he grinds against your bare core.

“Come on, darling,” he whispers. “Don’t you want me to fuck you, nice and deep? Bend you over this counter and fill you up?”

His questions send your mind into a tailspin and you can barely form a word as you feel him slide against your slit, nudging your clit causing more incoherent noises to fall from your lips.

“That pretty pussy of yours is practically begging for my cum,” Ryan continues. “So nice and wet for me, ready to take my cock. So, tell me sweetheart, is that what you want?”

You frantically nod your head in agreement, anything to stop his teasing torment.

“Uh huh, I need your words,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Yes, Ryan. Please. I need it, I need you. Please fill me up, give me your cum, make me yours.”

You might have imagined it, but you swear that you feel his mouth curl into a smile against the side of your skull at your begging. But you don’t have enough time to confirm or even care because before you can, Ryan presses into you, slipping into your tight cunt and you moan unabashedly as your head falls back against his shoulder.

Ryan plunges deeper into you, groaning against your neck when he feels your walls fluttering against his length. Your hands fly up to reach behind you, grasping at the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair. Whine after whine falls from your lips when Ryan starts to move, creating a slow and sensual rhythm that makes you succumb to him and he leaves open mouthed kisses on your throat, careful not to linger in one place as to not leave a mark, still insanely cognizant of where you were and exactly what you were doing.

“Babe, faster,” you plead, desperate for him. Ryan obliges, pulling himself almost completely from you before sharply thrusting back into you. The force lurches your body forward, hands dropping back to the cold marble to steady yourself as your head falls.

“Like this, darling?” Ryan asks, his voice up ticked in a teasing lilt.

“Yes – fuck – just like that,” you whine, the obscene sounds of him slapping against you filling the bathroom. Ryan leans forward, caging your body in between the marble basin and his own, his chest pressed against your back.

There are too many sensations happening all at once, your mind spinning to try and register all of them: the heat of Ryan’s body draped over yours, the feeling of his steady thrusts in between your thighs, his hot breath against your temple. The edge of the countertop bites your thighs and you know the fragile skin there will be mottled with purple and blue bruises in no time. But you can’t find it in you to care because you know it was all worth it to hear the things that Ryan is saying to you.

“Gonna fuck you so good, fill this perfect cunt with my cum. Want to give you a baby. What do you think about that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“God, please, Ryan,” you huff out, the sentence choppy as you can feel your second orgasm creeping up on you. Ryan can feel it to, feeling the way you clench around him when you get close. Quietly, his hand creeps up your chest, returning to its familiar resting place at the base of your throat as he gently pulls your head up. Your eyes fly open with a whimper as he slows his movement and your heart catches in your throat as you look into the mirror once more, seeing Ryan tight against you.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers, trapping your reflection under his stare. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”

Your only response is the barest of nods as you force your eyes to stay connected to his. He presses a contrastingly gentle kiss against your temple before moving again, slowly building up to the speed and forceful rhythm that he knows makes you unravel. You have channel all your power into keeping your eyes open and locked on him as Ryan’s hands fall to yours, your fingers intertwining as his body drapes almost entirely over you.

The pants that fall from you are fast and sharp as your high builds until finally, finally, the tension snaps like a rubber band and your orgasm hits you. Your head falls forward as your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your breath shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Ryan is close behind you, powerless against the vice-like feeling of you clenching around him. The deep, guttural groan that rumbles from his chest vibrates through you and your core involuntarily flutters as you feel him spill deep within you.

You hear Ryan’s quiet voice, praising you and repeating your name like a mantra, bringing you back to him. A heavy sigh escapes your chest as you swallow, trying to gather yourself. Although, it proves difficult when you can still feel Ryan inside you, his lips dancing over your shoulders, pressing kisses in between your shoulder blades. His hands remove themselves from yours, fingertips running across your wrists and arms, coaxing you to release your white-knuckled grip from cool porcelain edge of the sink.

It takes a few more moments and a few more deep breaths before you do, your body growing lax. Ryan’s hands continue up your arms until they reach the thin straps of your dress that were resting against your biceps. He grasps the fabric, gliding them back up to rest on your shoulders before moving downward, adjusting the silk against your chest and slowly covering your exposed body.

After another heavy sigh, you lick your lips and swallow thickly, finally managing to lift your torso with a little help from Ryan’s hand now placed gently on your stomach as he pulls your body upright along with his. Your muscles are lax, the haze from your post-orgasm making you feel like you were floating. The most you could do is let your head loll back on his shoulder and release another sigh as you feel Ryan lips kiss your temple.

You turn your head to the side, finally looking up at him and meeting his loving gaze. You let a weak smile pull at your lips which Ryan mirrors. It is only a second until he is dropping his lips down to meet your in a dizzying kiss, consuming you completely. A whine comes from you, piercing through the silence of the bathroom as Ryan moves his hips, one final sharp thrust into you before slowly pulling out. His lips remain on yours the entire time, swallowing every final whimper that falls.

After what has felt like forever, you remove your lips from his, taking in another deep breath as the two of you lean back. It takes another few moments of staying like that, embracing each other until you finally pull away. Ryan separates his body from yours, adjusting himself, before reaching towards the sink, grabbing a wad of paper towels; the best he could do in this current situation. You smile anyway, accepting them and gently cleaning your thighs and core before tossing the paper.

The hem of your dress falls back down to cover the rest of your body, and you smooth out the fabric. Ryan quizzically looks at you, reaching into his inner jacket pocket and pulling out the lace of your underwear, the elastic dangling in the crook of an outstretched finger. You take the lace from him but only to tuck it back into his jacket, shooting him a smirk as you do. He returns your smile, placing a light kiss on your lips before his arms come to wrap around your waist once again and turning you towards the mirror. You stand there in silence, looking at each other’s reflections until you finally speak.

“Were you serious?” you ask, turning your head to look directly at him. “About everything you said?”

“You mean about kids?” he clarifies. You nod your head in confirmation and you feel his chest raise as he takes a deep breath in, tearing his eyes from you as he looks up. He did that a lot, when he was trying to organize his thoughts.

“I mean, yeah,” he replies. “It’s just tonight, I thought, you know, here I am, Captain of my team, celebrating with them after winning the trophy that everyone wants to win. And I have my beautiful wife by my side, supporting me like she always has and always does.”

You smile at his words, your heart silently reaching for him.

“But then I saw you with Hartford sitting on your hip and how good you are with her – with everyone’s kids to be honest – and I couldn’t help thinking: look at all this, all these things that I’ve accomplished… and yet that’s the one thing that I still don’t have.”

Ryan pauses, his eyes dropping down to reconnect with yours and your feel your breath catch in your throat for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Although this time, it wasn’t in anticipation or excitement. It was because Ryan was staring at you like you had hung the stars in the very sky.

“And I’ve never wanted to have that more than I’ve wanted it with you,” he concludes, kissing your forehead softly. You can’t stop the giddy smile that dances across your lips at Ryan’s words, your body curling into him.

“So, yes,” Ryan continues after a brief moment, “I’d like to start trying for a family with you. As long as you are ready as well.”

There is no hesitation when you spin around in his arms and pulling him into another kiss. Ryan gladly returns the kiss and you can feel his smile against your lips.

“I would love to,” you say, breaking away from him. “I would love to start a family with you. In fact, you actually kind of read my mind earlier.” Ryan shoots a small confused glance your way causing a small giggle to fall from you. “When Mel and Torey and Saylor and Hartford were leaving, I thought, ‘I can’t wait for the day that’s us’.”

“Who knows,” Ryan says, smiling down at you. “Maybe next year, that will be us.”

“That’s a tall order,” you laugh. “A baby and back-to-back Stanley Cups?”

“I know we can make it happen.”

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[puckgoss]

Charli D’amelio is at another NHL game. I wonder if she’s gonna follow in her sister’s footsteps.

she's at the blues game (vs. calgary) - idk enough abt the d'amelios to know why she's in STL, does anyone know? maybe she just likes watching games now lol who knows

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[radiofauxshow]

Radio Faux Show Volume 3, Number 17: National Recording Registry (2023)

It is not a coincidence that I paired the last Faux Show about Rock and Roll Hall of Fame snubs with this one. This show celebrates the 2023 additions to the National Recording Registry. While the Rock Hall continues its sexist and discriminatory vision of music, the National Recording Registry continues to shine a light on the recordings that have defined the last 140 years of recorded music.…

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[ilyasorokinn]

night of neglect request: falling asleep on the other's shoulder with colton parayko <3

TIME TO GO

22. "falling asleep on the other's shoulders" (from this prompt list)

after a long day, the only thing you wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep, but colton dragged you to a very last-minute party a few of the guys decided to throw.

you put on a smile, even though you were tired as heck, and talked with your friends. you were happy to be with them, you just wanted to crash into bed.

you were talking with a few of the other girls, only barely listening as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “y/n, you okay?” april, one of the guy's girlfriends asked.

"yeah, all good." you nodded, "just really tired."

"do you want to sit down?"

"i'm scared if i sit down, i'll fall asleep." you chuckled.

"you sure?"

"yeah, i'm all good."

flashforward, people were starting to leave, but not you and colton. you were sitting next to each other on a couch, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your head on his shoulder as he talked with a few of your friends who were still there.

you tried your hardest to fight off falling asleep, but sleep won the battle. your eyes closed and you were out, "looks like y/n's out for the night."

colton glanced over and noticed you were conked out, "yeah, i think we're gonna head home. i kinda dragged them out after a long day." he chuckled.

"we'll see you guys on thursday." marco led colton, who was carrying you, to the front door and opened it.

"see you then." colton nodded, then headed towards the car. he attempted to grab his car keys out of his pocket without jostling you too much but failed.

"you suck." you muttered.

"i know." he sighed, setting you on the ground, then grabbing his keys and unlocking the door.

"next time just wake me up." you told him.

"noted." he nodded.

taylor's night of neglect!

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[claireelle18]

She’s a Gem - Vince Dunn

Shoutout to @cellythefloshie for gushing about this man, and encouraging this write. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Vince bought her some sort of sparkly gem for every major occasion that happened between the two. The tradition started after he won Lord Stanley, because she deserved something shiny. Paper rings were what he made her on every date leading up to the first gem. The St. Louis 2018-2019 team won the Stanley cup. He got his Stanley Cup and the ring to go along with it. He bought her Sapphires. This was the first major gift he ever gave her. The two only had been dating a little under a year when he did this. He said it was because she needed to rock something blue to go along with his gear. She wore the set every game, even during the bubble series. It made her feel closer to him, even though he was in Toronto, and FaceTimes were the only form of face to face either got of each other. Her shadow box with the paper rings he made her sitting next to the new box containing her first gem.

When news broke he was going to Seattle during the expansion, she was the first one to cheer on the new opportunity, even if that turned them long distance again. In the bubble, she moved home to Florida to be around her family. Due to the world turning back to some weird level of normal, the couple was allowed to see each other again. He wasn’t in the bubble anymore. He presented her with Aquamarines to match his new team’s jersey color. “You need to be able to coordinate correctly, loves,” he explained. A small promise to her that she had his heart. Her box of paper rings, more added to the collection of both because again he continued the original tradition for every date. She took the move to Seattle right before the fall season, right before the hockey season started up. She had been out of the Florida heat for a while, but her wardrobe was bright, cheery, Key West colorations. What did he get her? Pink Ethiopian opals. They reminded him of her so much, matching her personality (and her clothes). October 23, 2021 - Vince Dunn scores his first goal as a defensemen for the Seattle Kraken. The following day, he took her out and bought her black pearls. “What? I can’t celebrate my first goal with a new team by spoiling my hunny with some new jewelry?” “I’m not saying you can’t, but Vince this is about you!” “And it wouldn’t be for me without my number one cheering me on from the sidelines.” A paper ring adorning her ring finger at that time. “Vince Dunn! You better not tell your mother you just said I’m your number one! She’ll be heartbroken!” ‘Ha,’ he thought. His mother would be estatic, knowing that there was good reason behind that statement.

She landed a new job in Seattle, finally, after being out there for a couple of months. Peruvian blue opals for her new job, and because it was another reason for him to gift her with something to reminder her of him. “What? Can’t spoil my girl?” “Vin, it’s your birthday celebration!”

“So? My beautiful girlfriend will now have something to wear and think about me while she rocks the new job!” She rolled her eyes, and thanked him again. The opals came in back to back sets, along with the pearls, due to the fact that their birthdays were days apart from each other. That paper ring collection larger than imagined when the tradition started. He couldn’t resist giving her options and reminders of him, every major chance he could. Whenever she wore them, it made his heart swell with pride. She loved it because he took the time to choose each item, each one holding so much meaning to their relationship. Maybe one day these would be passed down to their children, and then their children, and so on. The two had talked multiple times, at length, for the future, what it held for the couple - marriage, children, a real house. Over the off season break, he put his next plan of what celebration the two would have. The biggest decision for him. That ring. Not her paper rings, not the other rings that matched the sets of jewelry previously gifted. He had been giving it thoughts for a year now. First season completed in Seattle, he was ready for that next step with her. She donned his name multiple times for years, stitched into all the jerseys. She had stuck through it all with him. Every twist, turn, bump, and loop-de-loop life threw at them. Glued to his side. The ups and downs, highs and lows, every moment. That old box of paper rings proving every day their commitment. He knew she kept them all. He finally settled on the perfect ring for her. A 3.5 karat diamond with a titanium band. Classic, with minor flare. A little more flashy than the others in her now decent size collection, but she deserves the attention. The most important piece she’d own.

He found it by accident while out with the boys back in Toronto. Home for him is with her, no matter where they are. The group had popped into an antique based shop, and as she was more of a timeless, classic girl, he took a peek at what the case held. Nestled in red velvet, sat the ring. Then and there he saw her with that particular one adorning her finger. A little more shiny and sparkling, definitely a conversation starter. Similar to her grandmother’s ring that she said she adored growing up. The marquise cut, flower set diamond ring. Immediately he rang his mother, followed by her mother. Both were in agreeance. That ring was meant to be hers. Without a second thought, he bought it.

He had the girl of his dreams. He now had the perfect ring. All he needed was the perfect place to ask her that all so important question. She wasn’t the type to care for the general cheesy proposals. He needed something more meaningful, more unique.

He held onto that ring until their trip to the Bahamas with some of the other teammates that weren’t selected for the All Stars series. Sunset on the balcony of their hotel room with drinks, and a hidden bottle of champagne to celebrate with further after he asked. His phone hidden and recording to keep this moment forever.

Her back facing the camera, she was admiring the fire painted sky. He came up, hugging her from behind. The box in his pocket feeling heavier than before. “Hey hunny…you know that I love you, right?” He asked her.

“Yeah, of course I do loves. Why do you ask?”

He was already nervous, a little giddy even. He never thought he’d be there, ready to ask her to be by his side forever. He took her hand making her face him. “I say that because…be…because…I want to spend the until the end of time with you.” He drops down to one knee, his ocean tumbled curls falling into his eyes. “For years already you’ve worn my last name proudly across your back, but now I want you to share that last name. Our last name across your back. I want those future moments we’ve talked about time and time again. Will you marry me?” He pulled out the velvet box, that ring glinting, reflecting the scorching colors.

Her eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks. “Of course I’ll marry you Vince!” He slipped the ring on, she pulled him in for a kiss.

After dinner and celebrations, back in the hotel room. “You picked a wonderful ring. Knowing me so well for this shiny one,” she commented to him. “But you know I’d marry you with paper rings if it came down to it. You’re the one I want.”

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[chickensaladquinn]

Chicken Salad Quinn Part 8

Other Parts: Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

an: sorry I haven't been posting much lately, life's been pretty hectic. I'm going to try and post more over the summer let me know if y'all got any requests!

Heart racing, cheeks blushing, hands shaking, Quinn could only look at one person in the entire arena. Why was Yn here? How? Was she a fan? Did she know who he was from the get-go? He looked her up and down. A blues jersey. Damn.

"Girlypop, its your turn to shoot, so go! You are soooo not slaying right now" Petey says, ripping Quinn's gaze away from yn and back onto the goal. He hits the puck right in, and immediately gets an idea.

Surely yn would have to pay attention and notice him if he was the star player of this game. Right then, Quinn vowed to play his best game ever.

As the game started, the crowd was electric. But nothing was more electric that the racing beat of Quinn's heart. The fans all roared as the game started and the players began zipping around on the ice. Quinn quickly took control of the puck and raced to the other side of the rink. He glanced up at yn and saw her intently watching the game as her friend was screaming and cheering beside her. He smiled, the shot the puck. Bennington stopped it, but Quinn didn't even care. He was fired up and ready. Tonight he was going to shoot his shot both on the ice and after the game.

The game was insane, with both teams bringing their all. The score was tied 7-7 towards the end of the third period, and the crowd was roaring with excitement.

In the final moments of the game, Quinn made a daring rush towards the opposing team's goal. With a burst of speed, he deked past defenders and released a powerful shot that sailed into the top corner of the net. The arena erupted in thunderous applause.

But amidst the celebration, Quinn's eyes sought out Yn. When he found her, he flashed a triumphant smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhilaration and hope. Yn beamed back at him, her excitement evident, and she clapped and cheered louder than anyone else.

Quinn felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, knowing he had not only helped his team secure a victory but also caught Yn's attention. As the game came to a close and the players began to leave the ice, Quinn couldn't wait to find Yn in the crowd, eager to strike up a conversation and see where their newfound connection might lead.

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[jaybutnotthebird]

IMAGINE MEETING ROCKY ON THE ROAD

-Imagine meeting Rocky on the road when you were both homeless teenagers.

-Imagine being slightly bigger than him, since he's buildt like a noodle, and of more thought appearence, just 'cause you can't possibly be as cheerful as him

-imagine that you can play some short of instrument that fits fine with the fiddle, like a little flute or a guitar, and the two of you hit it off right away

-imagine Rocky telling Freackle about you in one of his letters

-imagine you two geting to know each other deeply, little by little. Soon there's a point where you know the sadness behind his grins, and he knows exactly how to tease you and when not to do it

-imagine one of you geting into trouble, and expecting the other to get away only to have them come back and risk it for you

-imagine that, for a while, its the two of you against the world, playing little songs and telling stories to earn enough to eat while on the road

-imagine the inside jokes, the hours spent just walking and talking together, the nights cold as fuck but good enough to make do, the feeling of compañerism between you two

-imagine the few fights and arguments between you, wich, no matter how bad they could get, were forgotten as soon as they ended

-imagine joining the cyrus together, maybe even starting a simple, fun musical number to entertain the audience

-imagine that one of you lost the job at the cyrus and the other doubted not a second to follow, to stick together

-imagine what may have been the reason you went your separate ways

-maybe (and this is just my imagination) maybe you two realiced what you felt for each other and panicked. Had an argument. Decided it was better to put some distance between you

-imagine regreting that choice, as you spent night after night alone on the road, wondering if the other is ok and if they miss you as much as you miss them

-imagine going back at one point and trying to find the other, but theres no use, so you just give up on It and keep only the memories

-imagine ending up at St Louis, doing odd jobs, from playing on the street to the more dangerous, ilegal kind

-imagine meeting by chance on the street, and its just sudden joy without second thoughts

-imagine Rocky just passing by, hearing the familiar sound of music. He knows what that instrument is but it didn't occur to him it would be the exact same, played by the same person. When he comes closer and sees you he just runs at you exclamig your name. You abruptly stop playing and return the hug, lifting him in the air, no matter who's watching

-imagine the sweet, exciting joy of a chance sudden reunion with an old friend like that

-imagine how you both have changed, becoming older, stronger... He looks good in blue. You are still dressed humble, tho not in rags like when you first met

-imagine talking for hours, catching up. He brings you to the little daisy café, gets pancakes, then takes you downstairs, introduces you to everyone

-imagine making a little demonstration of the songs you use to play. You havent done this in years, but one of you starts a familiar tune and the both of you fall right away into it, in sinc

-imagine you finding some odd job with the Lackadaisy crew, maybe somehow fiting your little instrument in with the rest of the band, but also joining Rocky on his dangerous runs

-imagine you two talking up to late hours like back in the day

-imagine finding a little place to bunk in together, at last. A place of your own.

-imagine geting upset with Rocky, and telling him to his face that his life is worth much more than three meager bottles of shit water. Imagine breaking them in a fit of rage just to drive the point home.

-imagine threatening him with burning the speakeasy down if he gets hurt. Imagine his face.

-imagine him being pensive and quiet after this

-imagine the two of you finally acting up on your feelings after years of constant struggle and distance

-imagine your life together from there

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[redfurrycat]

🤠🏉🥇🥊🐓Sports Fic Recs🐓🥊🥇🏉🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Abliafina, Barnes_Brain, Discosleaze, Ginnydear, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, Hypnagogicpunisher, Infinitejaust, KatofKanals, Marchrain, Midnight___phoenix, Ok_thanks, Vahosi, Teacupivy, Trinipedia.

Different Strokes by infinitejaust {E}

{Olympic swimming}

Jake looks over at Bradshaw, who’s got his arms crossed, biceps flexed. Outside the box, huh? Jake smiles. He has a wonderful awful idea.

and they were rivals (oh my god they were rivals) by ginnydear

{NFL}

unsportsmanlike conduct {M}

He didn’t expect there to be highlight reels of him and Jake Seresin arguing and jawing at each other after their first game against each other. His Uncle Mav’s recorded it, saying it’s the beginning of his long, successful career - to have a rival. Bradley thinks it’s a pain in the ass. or - the hangster nfl au

jersey swap {M}

“I think you’re right, and I’d dare to say that’s Bradley Bradshaw next to her. He and Robert Floyd have been friends since college, if you remember that from their draft.” The camera stays on the group for a second longer and then it switches to where Floyd is standing on the sideline, a large blue coat covering his body. He’s talking to Jake Seresin and the camera catches the moment they both look up towards the stands, Floyd waving excitedly. The screen splits in time to see Natasha waving back, as well as everyone around her. or - a hangster nfl au slice of life

skills test {E}

“I don’t have all day, Bradshaw,” Jake yells, dribbling the ball a few times. Bradley pauses and bends his knees, bouncing the ball between his hands. “Such impatience,” Bradley says, starting to move the other direction. Jake takes the ball in one hand and cocks his arm back, watching with glee as Bradley’s eyes widen a bit. “Take the shot then!” or - jake and bradley are selected to the pro bowl.

play-action fake {T}

“Come home with me.” Jake breathed against Bradley’s lips. His shallow breaths break up his words, but he gets them out all the same. Bradley chuckled and brushed his thumb across Jake’s bottom lip. “I’m always gonna come home with you.” He muttered, pulling his thumb down and leaving Jake's mouth agape. or: Jake asks Bradley to come home to Texas with him

top gun hockey au by ok_thanks

{Hockey}

invisible string {M}

Jake being traded to San Diego should definitely not cause Bradley to feel so unhinged. Not at all. He can be teammates, they've done that before, except that Jake is just as annoying and attractive to Bradley as he was when they were younger.

such great heights {E}

“Not sure if it’s clear by now, but I sort of had a huge thing for you.” No words come to mind — no, scratch that. Too many words flood Jake’s brain and sit at the tip of his tongue, but none of them seem fit for expressing the gooey feeling overtaking his heart.

Sliding Series by Barnes_Brain

{Baseball}

Parts 1-6 are the original Sliding Into Home Part 7 is an Alternate Universe Where Bradley is a reliever and Jake is his catcher

Sliding into Home {E}

{Baseball player!Bradley & Social Media/In-game host!Jake}

Bradley is the star shortstop for the St. Louis Cardinals. The announcers adore him, his teammates love him, and the fans, mostly female, relish that at 29 he’s still single. Right before the start of the season he meets Jake Seresin, the new in-game host and social media admin. Jake has a smile that lights up the sun, an ass that Bradley could stare at for hours, and abs that go for days. Most important? He does not seem to give a shit about the fact that Bradley’s one of the best shortstops in the game. Jake Seresin did not expect to end up in fucking Missouri of all places, but after 4 years in the Navy to pay for a Public Relations and Communications degree? He’s gonna fucking use it. So Imagine his surprise when a moustached hunk runs into him in the tunnels of Busch Stadium. Literally. Jake won’t lie he’d climb the man in front of him like a tree, and might actually if he lets him. The only problem? He doesn’t even know what a shortstop does? When Bradley finds out Jake doesn’t know the difference between a foul post and a goal post he makes it his mission to make Jake fall in love with the sport that changed his life. He never imagined he’d get Jake falling for him instead. He wasn’t going to complain.

Caught Looking {E}

{Pitcher!Bradley & Catcher!Jake}

After spending three seasons in the Japanese Major leagues, also known as the NPB, pitcher Bradley Bradshaw has finally made it back to The Show. Signed to the Seattle Mariners, not only does he have to get reacquainted with the league, he also needs to get adjusted to their new catcher, Jake Seresin. The only problem? No one knows that they fucked through the minors together. What if the accident never happened in Sliding into Home? What if Jake actually showed up to one of Javy’s games? This is how things would change.

You gave me time to find out what my heart was lookin' for by trinipedia {E}

{Boxer-Personal Trainer!Bradley}

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a personal trainer, among other things. He specializes in preparing young actors for their next action role, but when he's given the task of turning dancer/actor Jake "Hangman" Seresin into a believable boxer, he has his work cut out for him.

An Inside The Park Home Run by Midnight___phoenix {T}

{Baseball}

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was a First round draft pick for the New York Yankees. He was highlighted while in the minors as the next best Third baseman of our generation. He likes to think the hype was true. He bats over .300 every year (well despite his rookie year where he batted .282 and ended up winning Rookie Of The Year, but he likes to think of that year as a fluke when it comes to his batting average.) and has won the Gold Glove award three times in 10 seasons in the big show. He is without a doubt one of the best current ball players. He just wishes he wouldn’t get compared to Jake “Hangman” Seresin so much.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

{F1}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

Two-Way(s) Forward by Barnes_Brain {M}

{Hockey player!Jake & Rink owner!Bradley}

Jake Seresin was the LA King’s best two-way forward, leading not only his line, but his team with the coveted C on his chest. But when an injury sends him to Bob Floyd, PT extraordinaire, in hopes of getting back on the ice, he finds a little more than a path back to his career.

Desire is the only motivation by trinipedia {M}

{Rugby}

After a life-altering accident, Bradley Bradshaw moves to Texas to change his perspective. Bradley has decided not to think about American football ever again, but the chance meeting with an arrogant Texan, Jake Seresin, might change it all, not only for him but for the aforementioned Texan, as well.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw

{NFL QB!Jake}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever {E}

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend.

Wanna Be Your Left Hand Man {E}

Europe calls. Jake & Bradley answer.

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings {E}

Nine months into their official relationship, Jake and Bradley navigate a new season of the NFL, life, and their relationship. Or Ice and Mav get married, the gang all celebrates, and Bradley and Jake find home in each other once again, in more ways than one.

love thorns all over this rose {_}

Bradley's friends watch him lose himself, find himself, and then find something even better. Or Bradley doesn’t really do dating, until he does. Aka Bradley pre-IWTBY, and a little during, according to Reuben, Callie, and Jonathan.

Watson Wildhearts by KatofKanals {E}

{HS Football}

16 year old Bradley Bradhsaw is new to Watson, Texas in the summer of 2000 and he is downright miserable—he hates the whole town and all the people in it. That includes Jake Seresin, the star quarterback and rich boy at the top of the social pyramid. Eventually, though, Bradley starts to wonder if maybe there’s more to Watson and Jake Seresin than he saw at first glance. Maybe there’s something special there after all.

get your head in the game by abliafina {T}

{Volleyball in Corporate setting}

Hangman thought he'd thrown in the towel when it came to his volleyball days, but when Rooster, the handsome team leader from another company, invites him to join the summer tournament he knows he's done for. There were worse fates than spending the day on the beach.

Love (Suite Love) by hangmanbradshaw {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Jake never thought he'd leave a pop concert with a public crush. Bradley was on vocal rest. Really, he was.

sparks fly (sereshaw's version) by marchrain {T}

{College Baseball & Football}

Bradley Bradshaw, the freshman starting pitcher for Pacific Harbor University, meets Jake Seresin, the new hot-shot quarterback. He hates Jake, there's not a single thing likeable about him. He hates the way his hair is held up by gel, the look in those stupid emerald eyes of his, the fact that he's a football player of all sports—Jake's insufferable. But then, why does he enjoy their banter? Why does he like the dumb toothpick that sits between Jake's teeth? Why does his stomach flip when Jake laughs? Why do his eyes keep flicking down to Jake's lips? - or, sereshaw sports uni slice of life au

when bradley falls in love (goose & carole's version) by discosleaze {T}

{NFL QB!Jake}

Snippets of i want to brainwash you into loving me-verse, from Goose & Carole's perspectives, aka watching their son fall in love.

I talk a big game that I'm scared of losin' by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{Boxer!Bradley}

Jake's a professor ready to jump back into the dating pool, Bradley's a little rough around the edges, and Nat swears they're perfect for each other. She might be right. Or Jake dumps his loser ex and moves to California to be near Nat and Javy. Nat knows a guy, and sometimes opposites attract.

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

{College Baseball & Football & Cheerleading}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

suburban legends ✈ by vahosi

{NFL QB!Bradley}

we were born to be suburban legends {G}

unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision (july) — chapters 1-12 flush with the currency of cool (august) — chapters 13-24 where the spirit meets the bones (september) — chapters 25-36

we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game {_}

you kiss me in a way that's going to screw me up forever (october) — chapters 1-12 dare to sit and watch what we'll become (november) — chapters 13-24 my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand (december) — chapters 25-36

and they were batterymates by teacupivy {E}

{Baseball}

They’ve been teammates for just a few months now, but plenty long enough to have the whole dick-measuring-in-the-locker-room, fist-fight-on-the-field, make-up-behind-the-scenes, suddenly-best-duo-in-the-MLB speedrun.

red river rivalry by hypnagogicpunisher {M}

{College Football}

He’s heard the buzz about the new 4-star on the Texas team. It piques his interest. Oklahoma had been dominating the last few years of the rivalry, but betting odds were hot against the Sooners going into the game week, partially because of this Seresin kid. A true freshman, with his kind of stats, was a rarity. Bradley wonders just a bit what his passing stats would look like with him, who seemingly has fucking magnets for hands and the ability to stretch for a pass like he’s made of rubber. -- He can feel the frustration snaking through his body, settling with a numbness in his fingertips. At 2nd and 10, his pass is tipped and ruled incomplete. He can hear a jeer from the sideline, and he fucking knows it’s Seresin.

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[jumese]

A flag for a fictional breakaway state of the St. Louis area I just made because I was bored.

The fleur-de-lys on a blue field represents the French heritage of the area, and the three bars represent the 3 empires which have held dominion over the city: France, Spain, and America.

Based on this flag that was used at the 1904 World's Fair before the city had a flag of its own.

I imagine the fictional state would encompass roughly this area of Missouri-Illinois: