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Post Hockey-pocalypse Matt Tkachuk Fic Recs

Dear Diary, it has now been 7 days since the loss of hockey and we’ve chosen to stan the Rat King. No one is sure where these feelings came from but they are strong. Enjoy a list of our favorite Matty fics:

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Temperature

Note: @c-hartwriteshockey who's an enabler now?

Just a short little fic about cuddling Ben Hutton because I adore him and Queenie shoved this idea into my brain and heart (which I am thankful for)

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Moving to LA with Ben was sure to be an adventure, you knew that. Everything with him was, it's just his personality. The only problem was temperature. After living in Vancouver with him, staying mostly in Canada with the near-constant cool air, the heat of California was a new obstacle that you somehow managed to forget about until it showed up.

Ben was already a warm body next to you in the night, but adding the heat from outside of the confines of your bed, it was almost torture. It made it so hard to sleep, and you were covered in sweat within an hour.

Once you brought it up, Ben, ever the sweetheart, went out and bought an air conditioner and multiple fans for around your place as soon as he could. Together, you spent almost an entire day setting everything up in just the right spots so that you could be cool, but not get physically blown away in your own home.

That night, the two of you laid in the bed, tucked under the covers just like back in Canada, with Ben laying firmly behind you with his arm draped over you, though he was still leaving space between your bodies, as if he was worried you would still be too hot. In reality, you were actually chilly. You could feel goosebumps popping up on your arm that laid over the covers, making you feel a bit bad. Ben had gone through all the trouble to make sure everything was nice and cool for you, even though he was fine in the heat, and in the end, your body still wasnt happy with the temperature.

You heaved a sigh, rolling over to face Ben, to which he blinked in surprise, not expecting the movement.

"Everything alright?" he asked, clearly not fully awake.

"I'm uh," you began, still not sure if you should bring it up. "I think we went overboard with the fans. I'm getting cold." Ben let out a short laugh before pulling you closer to him.

He rolled over onto his back, dragging you with him so your head was on his chest. He wrapped his arms and legs around you, pulling the covers tighter around your bodies to keep your body heat in. Right away, you felt the cold seep away, replaced by Ben's heat as you listened to his breath and his heartbeat.

"I love you, you know that?" Ben said from above you. You smiled faintly, snuggling further into his chest.

"I know. Even if you didnt say it every hour, I know. I love you too, Ben," you replied, planting a kiss on his collarbone, too tired and comfortable to try and reach any higher.

Within minutes, Ben was sound asleep, and despite your best efforts to stay up and take in the serenity of the scene around you, you followed suit, consciousness fading away softly to the sound of Ben's soft breathing.

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51 for Jeff Skinner pleeaassee :)!.

51. “You had another nightmare, didn’t you?”

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Coming home late at night was something Jeff was quite familiar with. He would sometimes wake you up at two in the morning after arriving just to say how much he had missed you during a road trip and to let you know that he was finally there, smiling every time you’d struggle to stay awake while he threw his suit away and talked about how everything had been going.

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feel it again | jamie benn

request: kind of. author’s notes: this idea isn’t mine, but some time ago @76bradyskjei sent me two asks with the general idea of this story, so i asked if i could write it and now here we are • masterlist is linked in my description, please go check it out! • ps. english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. warnings: alcohol. also, this is long.

Jamie had lost count of the beers he had downed in the last hour, letting himself enjoy his time before the whole team had to fully concentrate on what they had been wishing to accomplish the whole season.

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3:00 a.m. | brady skjei

request: can you do #1 from the fluff prompt list (how much did you drink?) with brady skjei — anonymous author’s notes: my masterlist is linked in my description, please go check it out! • ps. english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. warnings: alcohol. also, this is really short. 

Waking up at three in the morning was not one of Brady’s favorite activities, but he had found it hard to ignore the noises emerging from the hallway after the first ten minutes of hearing them.

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63 with Mikko Rantanen please

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My Hero

Anon requested prompt 63 (a thunder storm is rolling through town and you're scared of thunder/lightning so I'll protect you) with Mikko Rantanen

A/N: I'm still learning about the avs, and I dont know much about Mikko yet, so I'm trying to keep it fairly open and non-specific. Well, more so than usual. ALSO!!! I didnt use this prompt as dialogue directly, just part of it.

Warnings: anxiety

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Nowhere in the forecast did it say to expect thunderstorms until the dark clouds were already looming. To make matters worse, Mikko wasnt home. He was at the rink with a couple of his teammates training. He also hadn't answered the text you sent almost 30 minutes prior, which wasn't helping any. Obviously he was busy, but your anxious thoughts just kept swirling, swarming, storming in like the dark clouds out the window.

You didn't realize that you had zoned out until you were pulled back to reality by your phone ringing. You looked at the display screen, and saw that not only that it was Mikko calling, but that another twenty minutes had passed. You took a moment to gather your thoughts before answering.

"Mikko, hey, how's everything going?" you asked, trying to sound less worried than you were.

"Good, good. I'm just packing up, and I'll be home in twenty minutes. You want anything from the store before I'm back?' he replied.

"No. No, I'm okay. I just," you paused and sighed, closing your eyes to try and regain what little composure you had. "I dont want to be alone. There's a storm coming."

"I know. I'll try to be there as soon as I can without a ticket," he joked. You chuckled a bit, forgetting about the storm brewing outside. That was, at least, until you heard a loud clap of thunder. You shrieked in surprise, almost dropping your phone.

"Mikko, please hurry," you said, your voice shaking slightly. You stared wide-eyed out the window at the sky, watching the rain pour across town. You knew it was only a matter of time before the rain reached your house, bringing the thunder with it.

"Okay, I'm on my way. I'm gonna hang up now, though, love. I'll be there soon," he replied softly.

Just as he said, he hung up his phone, leaving you once again in silence. You decided to dig out some candles and a flashlight just in case the incoming storm knocked the power out while you waited for Mikko to get home.

That, however, took much less time than you anticipated, so rather than sit alone with your thoughts and the clouds, you took it as an opportunity to grab some blankets and pillows, and drag a few chairs into the living room for a blanket fort later.

You sat on the floor cross-legged with your eyes closed, trying to retain the calm that you still had left. You still heard every clap of thunder, though, which made it difficult to concentrate, let alone calm down.

It wasnt long after you assumed that position, though, that Mikko barged into your shared home, taking long, purposeful strides over to you, closing the door and dropping his stuff along the way without much thought.

"I'm home!" he announced as he got to you. He knelt beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You took a deep, slightly shaky breath as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Mikko. You're my hero," you said quietly. He placed a gentle kiss against your scalp, and you could feel him smiling slightly.

"That I am, my love. You're scared, so I'm here to protect you," he replied.

You stood up and grabbed Mikko's hand, pulling him to the couch. A particularly loud clap of thunder ripped through the air, making you jump slightly.

Mikko, ever the sweetheart, laughed at your reaction a bit before pulling you into his chest. You smacked him slightly, chucking a bit yourself.

"So you're gonna protect me, huh? You sure you're not just gonna laugh at me til I fall asleep or something?"

Mikko smiled down at you sweetly, pulling you closer again to plant a kiss to your temple.

"If it will help you calm down a bit, then yes," he whispered as you snuggled into his chest.

Maybe Mikko didn't make your fears go away, and you still jumped at every clap of thunder, every flicker of light, and every flash of lightning in the distance, but he helped keep you distracted enough to keep yourself calm.

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Pretty much every song I listen to at this point I end up thinking "I wanna dance with Matt Tkachuk to this song" and it's a problem 💖🐱

if this isn’t the biggest mood, i don’t know then. you’re always breaking my heart and gluing it back together at the same time with your matty asks :’)

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right here | mikko rantanen

requested: no. author’s notes: i wrote this because @puckinghell wanted to read some neighbor!mikko, so i thought it’d be nice to write it. i am planning of turning this into a series, so let me know if you’d be interested •  my masterlist is linked in my description, please go check it out! • ps. english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. warnings: none.

Rain was hitting the pavement heavily as you gripped the hold on your umbrella and fastened your walk, letting out a sigh when you opened the entrance door of the apartment building you lived in and left the bad weather of the city behind, but to be sincere, you were already too pissed to even let the content feeling that threatened to appear become evident.

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to get you so in love | matthew tkachuk

requested: yes, but let’s say i am very bad at fulfilling requests. author’s notes: my masterlist is linked in my description, please go check it out! • ps. english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. warnings: none.

Matt could remember vividly the first time he had seen you.

That day, he had learned more than just a couple of things about a total stranger at the time in the five minutes he spent standing in that line at the market near his apartment building.

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(I just realized there’s multiple 14s but 14 with Mikko in the fluff section)

Telling Mikko how much you liked him had been hard, mostly because he could be so awfully oblivious at times. Everyone on the team had known how much you were into him long before he knew, and even after you told him, he was still a little… daft.

Hence why your relationship still didn’t have a label, even though you’d been dating for two months. 

Tonight, however, was the night. You’d invited him over for dinner, and you were going to have the talk, whether he liked it or not. If you didn’t start it, you’d probably end up being 70 years old and still just dating, cause Mikko was never going to ask.

At least, that’s what Gabe had said.

“He’s clueless, and nervous,” his exact words had been. “He’s clueless about you wanting to be his girlfriend, and he’s nervous about the possibility that you might not want to be his girlfriend. You’re gonna have to take the lead here.” 

So, that’s what your plan was. However, it wasn’t an easy subject to bring up. 

“Mikko…” 

“I’m stirring, I’m stirring!” your favorite Finn said, even though he had very clearly not been stirring. He wanted to help you cook, but he was also an awful cook, so you’d given him the task of stirring the curry paste through the chicken while you took care of the veggies. And the noodles. And literally everything else.

You’d quite like some decent dinner, tonight. 

“You were on your phone,” you scolded him, but then you smiled. “Anyways, not what I was gonna say. I was gonna say, could you check how much pepper I have to put in this?” 

What you were gonna say, of course, had not been that. But you’d lost your nerve and now apparently you needed help reading.

“Oh, okay!” Mikko darted over to the counter, where your phone was laying. You had the recipe up on the screen. “It says, one to two peppers.” Mikko frowned. “I say one. I don’t like too spicy.” 

“That’s cause you’re a wimp,” you teased, though your voice was laced with fondness. Normally, he’d say something equally scalding back, but this time, he stayed silent, and that’s when you got suspicious.

“Mik?” You turned around only to see him grinning down at your phone. At the sound of your voice, his head whipped up. 

“Am I your lockscreen?” 

A strangled noise escaped the back of your throat as you ran over, grabbing the phone away from him - even though the damage had clearly been done - to cradle it against your chest.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!” 

His face fell. “Why not?” 

“Cause…” Great, now you were blushing. “Cause I know it’s probably too much, and you probably think it’s weird, and…” 

Mikko interrupted you, not only by talking but also by putting his hands on your hips, softly tugging you closer to him. “I think it’s cute, not weird.” 

Your eyes fell down towards the floor, unable to look at him while you spoke the next sentence. “It’s just a thing couples do, and I know we’re not technically… I know you haven’t asked me… Fuck.” You released a breath at the same moment realization seemed to hit the big blonde in front of you.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “I just didn’t know when was best to ask.” 

“Oh.” Finally, you allowed yourself to look up at him. “Now would be okay.” 

Mikko chuckled, then leaned down a little to press his nose against your face, lips ghosting over yours. 

“Would you please be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” 

Instantly, his lips were pressed against yours, but way too soon, he pulled away. “Can you help me pick a picture of you to put as my lockscreen?” 

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also i just wanna let yall know that when i see you reblog my stuff, i always check the tags and lemme tell you those things make me smile so hard, seeing you guys geeked out over my writing like what? who? ME??????

i dont reply bc ya know ~side blog shit~ but just know that i see all the nice things u guys say about my work and it only makes me more motivated to keep making content for u guys & ilysm

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8 with Tyson Jost

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Gardening Assistant

Anon requested prompt 8 ("you're the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head") with Tyson Jost

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Usually in the offseason, you were able to spend the entire day with Tyson. But sometimes he did still have work things to do, or he wanted to spend the day out with friends. There were other reasons he was out of the house, too, but it was usually one of those. This time it was a trip to the beach with some buddies. They had invited you, too, but you weren't much of a beach person, so you elected to just stay home and re-pot some flowers you had picked up at the store.

You planted seeds in little starter pots in the kitchen for a while before moving your operation to the front yard where the already blooming flowers you got were sat beside a stack of baskets and pots and a large sack of dirt, ready to get started.

The next two and a half hours were spent sat in the sunshine, mixing and matching all the different colours and types of flowers to find the best matches. By the end, you had two baskets and two ground pots planned out, along with some for inside the house, and all that was left was actually re-potting them.

Just a few minutes into that endeavor, Tyson came home, sweatier than you, but with a bright smile across his face as usual. After a quick greeting and a few 'how was your day's later, he was on his way inside to put his swimsuit in the wash, but he promised to come right back out to help you with your flowers.

True to his word, Tyson joined you in the yard a few minutes later, plopping himself down next to you in the grass. You told him what your plan was and showed him quickly how you were going about it before starting on one of your hanging baskets.

Finishing all of them up took about twenty minutes, finding good homes in the yard for them took another five, and watering took about five minutes longer than it should have, because Tyson decided that a water fight would be fun. But eventually it was all done, and you got to take a step back and admire the work you had done.

Tyson stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and leaning his chin atop your head. You stood like that in silence for a while, admiring the flowers and listening to the birds singing from the trees.

"You know," Tyson began, pausing to place a quick kiss to the top of your head. "You're the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head." You laughed, elbowing him slightly in the ribs.

"Yeah, and you're rude as hell, Jost," you joked, looking up at him. He smiled big and bright before kissing you lightly.

"I may be rude, but not only do you love me, I'm also apparently a good gardening assistant," he said. You nodded your head, laughing at him again, looking back to your flowers. He was right, they did turn out well, and he was pretty helpful with it all until the watering.

Tyson put his chin back on your head, humming happily above you and swaying you both back and forth.

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A Loud Sense Of Peace

Distance is hard to deal with, and dating someone who travels for work and is out of town, maybe across or even out of the country basically every other week was a bit of a struggle, but the homecomings, no matter how frequent, always made it all worth the distance.

Matt wasn't scheduled to be home for another day, so when he came barging in your front door like he often did, it was quite the shock. He dropped all his belongings on his quick trip from the door to the couch where you had been curled up under a blanket.

"I missed you so, so much," he mumbled as he sat down and hugged you. After your initial shock subsided, you hugged him back, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow," you asked, not bothering to move more than an inch away.

"Eh, I just booked a last-minute flight back. I'm not feelin' all too patient lately. I just wanted to be here with you," he replied. His voice was low and soft, though so was everything else about him. His hair felt and smelled freshly washed, his shirt was smooth as can be, and his touch was feather-light.

You decided to just stay like that for a moment before answering him, bathing in his warmth in silence while it lasted.

"You wanna lay here with me and watch movies we've already seen a million times?" you suggested, pulling away slightly. Matthew nodded eagerly before scrambling around so that he was laying on the couch, using your lap as a pillow. You laughed at your boyfriend, petting his hair while you did, as if it would make up for it.

Matt grabbed the remote, fiddling with it until he found a movie you both could enjoy while also not paying any attention.

You paid attention for a few minutes before falling into conversation with the loveable idiot laying across your legs. He told you about the road trip, the game from earlier in the day, he complained about early games for a solid five minutes, you, naturally, laughed at him. He told you obviously dramatized versions of some of the things that him and his teammates got up to between games, and almost every other sentence out of his mouth was something to do with how much he missed you, as if it had been months since he had been in your arms, rather than a week and a half.

Despite your week consisting of nothing special aside from petting dogs and seeing a fistfight in a park, Matt listened intently to every word you said. He always did. Even if he didnt always hear you, he always gave you his full attention whenever possible.

You two sat like that for hours, talking about nothing and everything all at once, occasionally watching whatever movie was on, just enjoying each others company. Your left hand carded through Matt's hair constantly while he played with your right hand.

Despite the noise you both were making, all the loud laughing, the joke yelling, and the sounds from the TV, you felt completely at peace. You always did with Matthew around. What originally felt like pure chaos that followed him around eventually turned into a loud sense of peace whenever he was with you.