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NHLBruins: A very Merry Monday đ
#charlie mcavoy#oliver wahlstrom#jeremy swayman#brandon carlo#trent frederic#david pastrnak#david pastrĹĂĄk#boston bruins#bruins lb#my edit#hockey#hockeyedit#nhl#nhledit#sportsedit#sportedit#dailymen
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âiâm sidney crosby and iâm giving a compliment to someone who can play the whole 60 minutesâ
#pittsburgh penguins#sidney crosby#rasmus dahlin#buffalo sabres#john carlson#washington capitals#victor hedman#tampa bay lightning#sam reinhart#florida panthers#vincent trocheck#auston matthews#toronto maple leafs#brandon carlo#jack hughes#new jersey devils
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LOVE THY GOALIE. GIVE THY GOOD BOY HEAD PATS.
#bruins lb#jeremy swayman#david pastrnak#brandon carlo#pat maroon#linus ullmark#boston bruins#hockeyedit#nhledit#j made a thing#gifset series: hockey moments that make me insane#gifset series: jeremy swayman brainrot#ok now i've got the tags out of the way#i have THINGS TO SAY#SO MANY THINGS#FIRST OF ALL I'M ACTUALLY GOING OFF THE RAILS SEEING SWAY LOOKING SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HIMSELF#like that is the most 'did i do good?' smile i've EVER SEEN#LOOK AT HIM!!!#second of all#pasta clinging to sway like a teddy bear is something that can be so so personal !!!!!!!!#THIRD OF ALL#'NOBODY WANTS TO LEAVE CARLO' BE ECHOING AROUND MY SKULL RIGHT NOW BC YES#WHO WOULDN'T WANT A HUG AND A HEAD PAT FROM THAT MAN ???????#FOURTH OF ALL#I DEFINITELY DID NOT HAVE SWAY AND MAROON EYEFUCKING LOVINGLY ON MY 2024 PLAYOFF BINGO CARD#i'm sorry it's 4am and i'm unstable so :)#also the footage of the goalie hug wasn't great so this is all we got. there was a close up but the colouring doesn't match the other gifs#so maybe i'll gif that separately tomorrow or smth
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everyone wants to be in on am34's hot girl arizona summer
#some gOod guys out there#tell me more about your Hot boyfriends#some about auston's line delivery. eating at my brain#auston matthews#brandon carlo#why am i posting bb stuff !!%
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Showing off his cool girl room for the new guy.
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ÂŤ pray tomorrow gets me higher, high Âť
under pressure - queen & david bowie
boston bruins 2023-2024 season
it's missing them o'clock!! hope you all enjoy this lil edit i made in a whim :9
#boston bruins#brad marchand#jeremy swayman#linus ullmark#david pastrnak#charlie mcavoy#jake debrusk#pat maroon#matt poitras#mason lohrei#brandon carlo#danton heinen#matt grzelcyk#ryan does stuff#hockey edit
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#boston bruins#bruins meme#nhl memes#brandon carlo#jeremy swayman#mason lohrei#brad marchand#david pastrĹĂĄk#hampus lindholm#trent frederic#charlie coyle
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uh oh i made memes again
#nhl#nhl memes#hockey textposts#adam lowry#trevor zegras#wyatt johnston#brandon carlo#nathan mackinnon#quinn hughes#tyler seguin#joel farabee#luke hughes#john marino#cam york
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charlie why would you do this to me
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I donât think he did, actually.
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bruins pregame: something something intricate rituals
#happy game day i guess!!#boston bruins#brad marchand#jeremy swayman#brandon carlo#charlie coyle#jakub lauko#right that's all i'm tagging#everyone else is just in the bg#nhledit#hockeyedit#j made a thing#bruins
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Bruins annual gay little trip is officially underway
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grant me easiness and i'll give you everything (it's only fair) | jeremy swayman
what I feel about him is alarming and frighting and yap yap yap. hope you like!
Whoever claimed to enjoy airports had clearly never been an Uber driver.Â
Sure; the money was significantly better than a normal rideâbut the traffic? And the poor temperament? And the confusing lanes? It made you question if it was even worth the money.Â
But there were bills to pay, so you added tonight to the list of nights you ended up at the rideshare terminal of the airport.Â
You knew by now that flights usually got in on the 10s (7:10, 8:10, etc), so people would have collected their luggage and made their way to ride shares by the 35s (give or take). Glancing at the dash cam, you read 9:32. As if on cue, your phone pinged with a few alerts.Â
Typically, youâd choose the one that offered the most money. But it had been a long night, with a lot of rides, and had made enough to finish a bit early. So you picked the one that would put you closest to home. And it happened to be Jeremy, who wanted to end up at a brownstone around 7 minutes from your building.Â
And you waited.Â
Just for a minute or two before a knock on the back window stirred you from completely zoning out. Instinctively, you unlocked the car and a body slid into the back seat.Â
âJeremy?â You confirmed, not bothering to look back.Â
âHow do you know that?â A cheery voice forced your hand, made you make eye contact with him in the mirror. Mistake.Â
âAre you Jeremy or not?â You were paid to drive, not indulge lazy jokes. Still, his kind eyes didnât waver.Â
âJust messin,â he looked out the window and mockingly placed a light touch to the window. Despite yourself, you tracked the movement, watching his hands (his large, large hands). Mistake. âDriver, take me home.â He sighed a wistful sigh, and even though you didnât want to, a small smile found its way to your face. Putting on the turn signal, you merged into the departure lane and turned up the stereo.Â
Checking your blindspot, you pulled onto the freewayâtraffic was awful so it would be a long ride despite the short mileage.Â
âTemperature okay?â You asked politely, following your script.Â
âJust right!â You could hear the smile in his voice, even though you refused to look at him again.Â
âMusic alright?âÂ
âMy favorite!â You raised an eyebrow at his responseâtop 40 radio was no oneâs favorite. But that was your last question that usually made riders feel heard enough to give 5 stars. Slightly relieved (as always), you settled in for the drive.Â
Usually you spent the time working through a problem in your head, really getting into the whys and hows of something that was bothering you. One of your friends was being distant, so you started there. She had started this behavior about a month ago, so that could mean thatâ
âI flew in from Alaska,â that cheery voice interrupted your internal monologue completely.Â
âThatâs nice,â your reply was non-committal. You didnât usually talk to riders that much. Didnât plan on making it a habit.Â
âYup!â He popped the p sound. âIâm from there, and I was visiting my family. It was awesomeâI really miss them when Iâm here for a long time.âÂ
âNice.â You were out of practice making small talk with a new person (to put it lightly). He just noddedâthe only indication being the sound of fabric moving around his neck as he did so.Â
âSo, where are you from?â He leaned forward in his seat, as if genuinely interestedâas if knowing where this stranger grew up was a seriously important part of his night.Â
âI donât have to talk to riders just because,â you cringed at how mean you sounded. He didnât even deflate a little, just leaned back and laughed a slightly weird laugh.Â
âFair enough,â his tone made you wonder if he was always this happy, this unphased.Â
And then the music filled the space as much as your stale air freshener didâeven if the air was tinged with a bit of guilt on your part.Â
âI can feel you looking at me,â your eyes darted to him again in the mirror. Brown eyes forgiving and kind and very, very cute.Â
âNot tryna hide it.â It couldâve been taken as flirting, but you had the impression that he was just like this with everyone. Still, it warmed your cheeks just a little bit. âIâve just never had such a pretty Uber driver,â and then a moment later, âwell, a pretty one thatâs my age, I mean.âÂ
You laughed, despite yourself. âPining after older women are ya?â He smiled easily, and it definitely was for himâeasy.Â
âLook at this face and tell me Iâm not a cougar's dream,â he laughed loudly. You didnât look back for safety reasons (and convinced yourself that was the only reason). He leaned forward again. âI like it though,â his words felt like an admission, even if he didnât lower his voice. Everything about him just feltâgenuine? In a way that made every breath feel like a secret. âMakes me feel like I have a hot girlfriend who likes me enough to pick me up at the airport.âÂ
You scoffed. If he wanted a hot girlfriend, it definitely wouldnât be hardânot with his easy charm and pretty face. âIâm only here because Iâm being paid.â You hesitated. âAnd thereâs no way you donât have someone who likes you enough to brave the traffic.âÂ
You could sense his delight through your headrest. âOh yeah I do,â he looked out the window again, âI have the best friends in the entire world. They were just busy tonight.â He sighed as if the idea of his friends was as good as having them in the seat next to him. It was quiet for a moment. âBut no girlfriend, if thatâs what youâre asking.âÂ
âI wasnât asking,â your tone was blunt, but you couldnât help but smile. He laughed his weird, goofy laugh.
âCall me a romantic,â he addressed you by name��something you typically didnât like from patrons in your backseatâbut it felt different with him. âBut I want thatâsomeone who wants to be the first person to see you when you get back, who canât even wait to kiss you even if itâs in front of a whole terminal.âÂ
âSounds like youâve been watching too many rom coms,â but that suddenly felt unkind to such a gentle man, so then a moment later, âI hope you find that.âÂ
âI will,â he seemed absolutely sure. âOh shoot,â he raised his fists to the sky mockingly. âMy phone died. Curses!âÂ
âI have a charger,â you looked around for the cord while still keeping an eye on the road. He stayed quiet for a moment, considering.Â
âNo, I have an android,â he quickly put his phone in his front pocket, eyes squinting with trouble. Trouble that made you think that he definitely didnât have an android. âOh wait! I have an idea!â He completely over-sold his facial expressions, making you question where he was going with this little scheme.Â
âAnd what would that be?â your tone was dry, eyes still on the road as you took the exit off the freeway, only a few minutes from his destination.Â
âSo I can give you your rightfully earned tip!â He reasoned, âyou can give me your phone number so I can send you money once I get my phone charged.â You could feel his hopeful gaze on you, like his plan was the most logical course of action ever spoken.Â
Logistically, it made no sense. You could tip an Uber days after your ride. âAnd whatâyouâll just remember my number until then?â For some reason that was the first question you asked.
He nodded, serious as youâd seen him. âOf course,â he said incredulously, âI remember important stuff.âÂ
And it didnât make any sense. And you couldâve said no. And this was probably against some sort of employer code. And he was definitely this charming with everyone. But he looked so endearing and hopeful and there was something very good about him. Something right.Â
So you rattled off your number, and he mouthed each number after you said it. And you believed him that he would remember it.Â
And you believed him as he opened the door to leave, wishing you a good night. And you believed him as he waved from the top step. And as he opened the door and turned around for one more look, mouthing goodbye.Â
Despite yourself, you believed him.Â
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Your bed was heaven after a long stint in the car. Practically asleep before your head hit the covers, a notification sounded from your phone.Â
A message from an unrecognized number was the last thing you saw before sleep.Â
From: unknownÂ
Sent $50Â
And then a moment later, after you saved his contact.Â
From: JeremyÂ
Any interest in meeting me at Dunkin on Tuesday morning?Â
You went to sleep smiling. He remembered.Â
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You agreed to meet him earlyâyou typically liked to start driving before 11 and he had morning skate.Â
The sun had just risen as you walked to a Dunkin about halfway between you and him, bundled up in a puffer jacket and a toque. The bell jingled above the door as you entered, blowing warm air into your hands. It was freezing out.Â
You didnât even have time to glance around and look for him before a tall, broad body in a black coat walked up to you and held out his arms for a hug. And then you werenât freezing anymore. Not even a little bit.Â
He released you with a smile, linking your arms together and pulling you into line. âWhat do you usually get?â You asked, convincing yourself that you certainly were not leaning into his side. Definitely not.Â
He peered down at you, tucked into his side, nose red from the cold. âWhatever looks good,â he admitted, âusually the thing with the most cream and sugar.âÂ
You laughedâeven if you didnât really know him, the idea that he didnât have an order, that he just let himself enjoy whatever he wanted (even if it had a ton of sugar), that seemed very him.Â
âIâll get that too,â you definitely snuggled into his side more, but maybe it was so you didnât have to face his genuine smile so head on. Maybe?Â
And so he ordered for you both, but not before complimenting the teenage cashierâs pride pin and asking what his favorite donut was.Â
âDunno,â the kid had braces and posture that seemed to shrink in on itself, and was clearly not used to anything beyond what can I get for you, âsprinkle looks pretty good today.âÂ
âThen two of those too,â he put the spare change (and a five) in the glass tip jar. âThanks brother,â he put out his knuckles for a fist bump. The kid tapped his fist lightly to Jeremyâs, completely won over.Â
Like a puppy, he quickly found something else to entertain himself with while you waited. âWe almost have matching jackets!â He gestured to his black north face and your navy one. You pulled a faceâhow could he find such delight in everything?Â
âI guess?â You pinched your face together. He didnât mind.Â
âVery couple-y of us,â he put his hands up at the look you shot him. âI had to say it,â He shook his head like it was obvious. And it was so cute you didnât give him a hard time about it.Â
âThanks for paying,â you directed the subject elsewhere, âyou didnât have to do that.â He shrugged, eyes fixed on your drinks as the barista (are they called baristas at Dunkin??) set down two identically light and sweet drinks.Â
âMy pleasure,â he grabbed the bag with two sprinkle donuts inside.Â
âIâll send you my share,â you made to grab your phone from your pocket. His hand over yours stilled the movement entirely, warmth emanating from his palm.Â
âYou got it next time,â he shruggedâlike obviously there would be a next time. And you believed him, hand now interlaced with his.Â
âI know itâs bad for me,â he groaned as he took a sip, âbut itâs actually the best thing Iâve ever tasted.â A completely innocent line, but it felt dirty as he said it. Or maybe you were just losing it over how his thumb moved over yours.Â
âOh,â you responded quietly, taking a sip of yours. Total sugar bomb. âWell youâll work it off anyways in practice Iâm sure,â you fumbled over your words just a little bit. He seemed amused. âLike, looking at you, Iâd never guess you have a sweet tooth,â you said, even though there was absolutely no reason to keep talking. He titled his head in delight. âBecause you look totally in shapeâyou look, great. Yeah.â A true example of vocal mastery was on display tonight.Â
He took a bite of donut, his white teeth a sight so intimate it made you blush. He hummed while chewing, nodding. âOh yeah? Iâm not sure why you meanâŚshould we keep talking about how hot I look?â He joked before pulling a very embarrassed you into his side and out into the chilly air. It didnât feel as cold with his hand around yours though.Â
You laughed an embarrassed laugh. âEasy, you big dope, I was trying to be nice.â He laughed into your toque, head on top of yours.Â
âI know, I know.â And then he went into talking about how he wasnât a fan of Dunkin before moving to New England and now he was addicted. And you just listened, toasty from humiliation and content as he walked you home, hand covering yours.Â
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You offered to pick him up from practice later in the week (he had asked you to come to a home game, but you werenât quite ready for that yet). He was right on time, waving an animated wave as he walked out the door with a few teammates.Â
You waved back (a bit more timid in the presence of his friends), and turned to que up your next song. He knocked lightly on the window, and you rolled it down. He was bent over, face in the window as he glanced toward the backseat.Â
âWant to meet my friends?â He asked politely, clearly excited.Â
You hesitated, which made him continue. âNo pressure at all. If you donât want to, I can hop in the backseat and we can pretend youâre my Uber driver again,â he smiled a grin that was so genuinely happy it made you less nervous. You turned off the engine.Â
âNo way,â you unbuckled your seatbelt. âI wanna meet âem.â You opened the door and shut it softly behind you, wrapping your arms around yourself instinctively. He pumped his fist.Â
âLetâs go!â He seemed overjoyed. It was quite possibly the sweetest reaction to such a nothing event. You rolled your eyes, but let him pull you in front of him, large hands rested on your shoulders, steering you to face his two teammates.Â
He introduced you to them both (they were sweet, but there was something on their face that made you unsure if they were making fun of you or jeremyâor bothâor no one). But listening to them banter back and forth while you stood pressed to the front of him made you realize that they just joked around like that.Â
Jeremy was usually the punchlineâbut he didnât mind. He was easy to laugh, easier to smile, and made a point of pulling you impossibly closer to him. If his friends noticed, they didnât say anything.Â
But then the fact that they didnât say anything made you wonder just how many people he had introduced to his friends. Maybe they were having a non-reaction because they were so used to it? You stiffened slightly under his hands.Â
And he mustâve felt it, because he placed a feather-light kiss to your hairâwhich did pull a reaction from his boys.Â
âIf youâre around on new yearâs, weâre throwing something and you are obviously invited,â one of them nodded towards you, eyes a little wide.Â
âObviously?â You questioned, but felt far more comfortable than a moment ago. The taller one laughed, eyes flickering to Jeremyâs briefly.Â
âObviously,â he confirmed. âYou think this is our first time hearing about you?â He shook his head, clapping the shorter one on the back. âSway here wouldnât shut up about you. If you didnât respond to his text he was going to make us call every Uber in Boston until one of us got you as a driver.âÂ
You hit his chest as you turned around. âYou goof,â you meant to sayâbut the words died on your tongue when your eyes met hisâso full of genuine enjoyment and content that it warmed you from the inside out. You turned toward them again, waving goodbye.Â
âIâll see you on new yearâs then.âÂ
âNice to meet you,â they parroted, smirking at Jeremy. âWeâll see ya sway.â He waved and let you pull him into the passenger seat.Â
âI like your friends,â you rubbed your hands together and blew on them. He smiled a radiant smile.Â
âYouâll love the rest of the guys,â he pulled your free hand into his lap, both palms wrapped around it, warming you right up. You drove the rest of the way home with one hand so he could keep a grip on you. He gave you a play-by-play of practice (which drills he did best on, what made him laugh the most, what he wanted to focus on for the next game), only coming up for air once.Â
âI really like you,â he said earnestly, as matter-of-factly as when he spoke about drills. It made you shake your head.Â
âObviously I like you too,â the words felt good to be outâlike you didnât realize how true they were until you said them aloud.Â
He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles. âObviously?â You could feel his smile on the back of your hand.Â
âIt's, like, impossible not to.â You pulled in front of his building, putting the car in park. Meaning to pull your hand back from himâa little embarrassedâbut didnât even make it over the console before he crushed you in a hug over the center console. The steering wheel dug into your side, nose crushed into his chest, hair static-y all over his puffer. But you couldnât bring yourself to back out of itâarms rubbing circles against the back of his coat.Â
You had no idea how much time had passed when he pulled back, grabbed his bag from the trunk, and walked up to the front door. It was probably the longest he had gone without talking around you. But you didnât mind. You liked him when he talked, when he didnât, when he smiled, when he breathed.Â
You smiled all the way home.Â
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You agreed to walk to the new yearâs eve party together. It was just far enough away for you to prepare to meet more of the people from his world and hear about his last couple road games. Just hearing him talk made your nerves melt away.Â
He insisted on meeting on your doorstep, however, even though it added 10 minutes to his walk. He texted when he was on his way.
From: J
Be there in a few!
From: you
You need my address?
From: J
Course not.
And then.
I remember important stuff.
You went in for a hug as you opened the doorâa new part of your routine.Â
âHey,â your greeting was muffled into his puffer. His navy?? Puffer. One identical to your own. You thumbed the material and glanced up at him. âNice coat?â You raised your eyebrows.Â
He laughed loudly, tipping his head back. âI wanted to match.â The way he said it made it feel obviousâtone like a noncommittal shrug. Like why wouldnât he want to match?Â
The ease of the gesture was lovely. He was lovely. âWell then,â you linked your arm with his, setting off down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, âit is an honor to match with you tonight.âÂ
He let a grin brighten his face. âYou smell really good,â he breathed into your hair. âLike you always do. And I like the glitter you haveââ He ghosted a thumb over your brow bone, âhere.âÂ
And the loveliness haunted you the entire walk over, conversation easy and light. He was so open, so kind, in a way that eased openness and kindness from you as well.Â
So the night was much better than you had expected. It felt natural to meet his friends, his teammates, their wives, their kids. It didnât feel like being thrust into a brand new world. It just felt like naturalâlike getting another piece of Jeremy was a privilege.Â
And you didnât feel out of place with how enamored you were with himâeveryone here clearly was. He was the heartbeat of this group of peopleâand you felt lucky to watch him light up the room. And a little part of you felt proud that you were here with him.Â
The one who everyone wanted to be aroundâhe wanted to be here with you.Â
âYouâre too nice for him,â another new face laughed as he clapped Jeremy on the shoulder, looking down at you.Â
âToo nice?â You glanced at the palm resting over your stomach. Possibly the most gentle, kind touch you had experienced. How could anyone be too nice for that? âFor him?â Your voice raised with confusion.
The young guy in front of you raised his eyebrows at the man behind you. âHe didnât tell you?â His smile was all trouble. âOur boy Sway likes to be a little roughed up,â he laughed at your blush, hidden by you turning around to gape at Jeremy. To wait for a rebuttal.
But it never came. He just laughed good-naturedly and hugged you into his chest. âHey now, donât scare her away!â He looked down at you, squeezed tight against his chest. âLucky to have her here at all.â His smile was just for you.Â
And so you smiled and let yourself half forget about that comment. Met some more people. Drank some more wine. Smiled a lot.Â
But you couldnât forget it entirely.Â
Some time later, he beckoned you over to where he sat on the couch. You finished up chatting with some of the women and made your way to him.Â
âHey,â you stood in between his legs before he pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs with a thud. You felt him sigh into your hair as you leaned back so your head rested on his shoulder, hands reaching around the play with his fingers. He was solid and warm.Â
âHey,â if you had to put money on itâyouâd bet he was smiling. âThanks for being a champ about thisâthey can be a lot.â You traced a nail over the outline of his hand. âBut theyâre important to me, so it makes me happy that they get to meet you.âÂ
As intimate as a secret, spoken lowly in your ear. As secure as a fact, warming your chest.Â
âI like them,â you thought for a moment. âEven if they think Iâm too nice.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âTheyâre just giving you a hard time. Itâs a long story.âÂ
You raised your eyebrows. âYou can tell me if you want.â You could feel his chest rise and fall under your back.
âWhen I first signed, I showed up to practice all beat up once. Bruises, all that nonsense.â His eyes shone as he retold the storyâlike the emotions were just as fresh as they had been. âTold everyone I walked into a doorwayâor something stupid like that. In the locker room later, everyone saw the marks this girl had left all over me.â He indicated scratch marks over where you lay on his chest. âAll on my back and my neck and stuff. Never heard the end of itâhow doors are really fighting back now and all that.â You just listened. âSo yeah, they give me a hard time about it. But itâs no big dealâI didnât want them to scare you or anything. If youâre not into that, donât worry.âÂ
He ducked his head into the crook of your shoulder, kissing behind your ear. You shivered, trying not to wiggle too much over his lap. Tilting your head towards him, you let your voice drop so only he could hear. âIâm into that.â His eyes went wide. âAnd Iâm into you, so I can still be nice.âÂ
He gulped audibly, making you smirk. âLike, I can be nice and tell you that youâre so good.â His face was as serious as youâd seen him. âMakes me wonder if youâd be so good for me.âÂ
He nodded before he knew what he was nodding at, grip tight around you. âI would be.â His voice was clipped. âIâd be so good for you.âÂ
You nodded back, chest on fire. You believed him.Â
You let your cheek rest against his sweater, eyes peering up at himâslightly flushed from the party and eyes a little tired. It had to be close to midnight.Â
As if on cue, the countdown began from the tv. Every voice in the room chanted alongâŚ10, 9, 8âŚbut you almost didnât hear them. Too busy looking at Jeremy. 7, 6, 5. You turned so your legs swung off the couch, sideways in his lap.Â
âIâve never had a New Yearâs kiss,â he whispered, holding you upright against him. âLike a real one. Not just a friend or something.â 4, 3. You pulled him so close you could see the shine of his lip from his drink, feel the sweat on the back of his neck from his sweater.Â
2. 1. âGlad to be your first or something,â you grinned into the kiss, teeth knocking against his. He laughed a breathy laugh into your mouth, free hand palming the back of your head. His chest rose and fell next to yours, making you pull back.Â
âIâm so happy itâs you,â he admittedâprobably the most embarrassed youâd seen him. You ran your hands through his hair, settling against his chest so he could put his chin atop your head.
You believed him.
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happy new year! Love ya
#nhl fic#nhl imagines#jeremy swayman#bruins#boston bruins#david pastrnak#brandon carlo#charlie mcavoy#matt poitras
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huge news for bruins gay little trip fans
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âIs that Crewâs dad?â
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