#I DONT KNOW HOW HOCKEY WORKS

[solidgases]

i didnt think that i'd ever be properly posting on this account but it's okay also have some anxiety + riley drawings (idk how tunblr works)

ok now some silly pics guys!!

based on if the "sar-chasm" never happened and rileys friends didn't notice her anxiety attacj lol

[moxxmotion]

i don't know how tumblr works

[acetechne]

weird times, man. i draw this guy once in a blue moon but I felt like I should again, at least as a form of stress relief or as a personal documentation.

on the one hand the upswing in nationalism should be uncomfortable, we are not immune to propaganda etc etc but on the other hand what the fuuuuuck!

[artsy-alice]

☕️ #MayKofiRun23 Day 1 for @Mirax24

tfw you're celebrating with ur ice hockey bff and then you realize that ur faces... are very close... and u are a gay-  

[3416]

william nylander fanboys have to be the most annoying leaf fans that exist and it's not close actually

[sam-montembeault]

getting sloppy drunk for the first time on accident: woo! i am going to luxuriate in the todays decadent win of the montreal canadiens, mes habs, over the florida panthers and the fact that our baby rookie baby goalie shut out said defending stanley cup champs! and also think salacious things about sam monty montembeault. olé

[soleadita]

WATCH STARGATE !!!!!

I AM LITERALLY WATCHING AS I TYPE THIS!!!!! <33333333

[lover-of-mine]

Wait I need to find out that broadcast schedule of the nhl over here.

[arberxhekaj]

tagged by @babygirlboberrey to put my "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and post the first ten songs let's go

pressure to party by julia jacklin i've listened to so much julia jacklin and only julia jacklin for the last 48 hours

anything but by hozier new favourite breakup song ! also literally just saw hozier in concert a week ago

bug like an angel by mitski first time i heard this song i cried bc yep. that's what alcoholism feels like

first time by hozier okay i've been listening to a lot of hozier lately and have also been experiencing heartbreak like i didn't even know was possible !! u got me

angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier jesus christ

minnesota by samia i love samia and the weekend before last i was, in fact, in minnesota

ready or not by shakey graves ft. sierra farrell i do love the new album and i love basically everything he releases but nothing and i mean nothing will ever top can't wake up

pruneau by valence esti enfin de musique québécoise mais honnêtement je n'écoute pas tant de valence

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by del water gap i don't know why this is on here tbh

de selby (part two) by hozier oh for fuck's sake

tagging @phineasgage @st-louis @habsjost @goodsticklehky uhhh i dont have many hockey mutuals who havent already done this so i'm also tagging the girl reading this 😳

[imaginariumgeographica]

#john tavares to his teammates at the start of the season, #leafs tag, #hockey tag [via @iridescentoracle]

you know how everyone grows up feeling like there's something missing inside them? well it turns out something was missing the whole time. and yep. it's the amulet

[medicaltechnician]

ive complained bout it before but i’ll do it again, its a problem of my own making

i have ostracized myself from my own friend group by getting sick of hockey. And being terrible at online communication. And texting. it sucks, i did this to myself. But i also just can’t bring myself to enjoy hockey as much as I did last year. Esp since I let it fucked my life up a little bit. And esp since I feel slight annoyance at the sport.

Mix in the NHL being shit league atm with its…. positions on things. And yeah, sort of hard to watch the games. Idk. I don’t know how to explain my position to everyone. And it’d feel stupid to cause, i didn’t really talk to begin with. Like here’s a funnt photo I pulled from like 2016

[creativewritersposts]

delirious state - Luke Hughes

summary; Luke Hughes x reader

Luke gets injured and the painkillers kick him into a delirious state, which is quite funny.

warning(s); mention of injury, it's more fluff and funny, real head injuries are no fun! , maybe grammar errors

author's note; old but good! 4/4 fics done! Good night everyone ✨

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"Luke Hughes left the game and is on the way to get medical help".

This is how the disaster began. You stand in the emergency department waiting for Luke, completely worried and walking circles. "Mrs. Hughes? Mr. Hughes asked for you", an older nurse speaks with papers under her arm. You didnt know you're his wife but you're completely fine with that. Together with his nurse you arrive on a station where you can smell the typical disinfection scent.

"I'll leave you alone with your husband. Our doctor had to sew a wound on his head, two broken rips and a swollen nose. Because of the medical drugs and painkillers he can speak confused. He needs to rest. Are there any questions?", the nurse looks up from her pinning map with all informations, you don't care right now. You want to know if he's okay. "No i just want to see my husband, thank you". The nurse nods and walks back where they came from.

Quietly you open the door, afraid to wake Luke. Your poor Lukey. But damn you're wrong. Your poor Lukey smiles high and looks at you absolutely awake. He has a black eye, a neck support and plaster on his head where the doctors had to shave his head. He looks not good, hockey is a dangerous sport.

"Hey babbbyyy! Nice to see you", he waves with his hand and his voice sounds higher than usual.

"Hey, are you okay? My poor Lukey. Your family will be here in one hour. Traffic", you pet his curly hair and sit on his bed. "Oh yeah. Do you want to go to the cinema with me?", Luke smiles again not knowing what he tells. "You're not in the condition so I don't think", you giggle. It feels like you talk to a child. "You are soooo pretty", Luke does a gesture to show how much and curls your hair with his finger.

"You are pretty, too. Even with your destroyed face", you smirk. Luke is never that cheesy but as long he won't get angry you tolerate it.

"I really wanna have sex with you", he says without warning. It's atypical for him, he's very shy.

"Baby I dont think that works out right now",

"but whyyy?", Luke gets tearful.

"You have an head injury!".

"You think I'm a sucker in bed!", he replies in a stubborn tone.

"No don't get me wrong!", you never imagined you both have this conversation in the hospital one day.

"Yes you do. I'm lucky I married you before you could leave me because of that", his monitor signals louder because his heartbeat gets faster.

"You really need to rest and chill baby", you hope the topic is closed now.

"Just if you tell me you want to have Sex with me too!", you roll your eyes. "I won't say this!", you place your hands on your hip. A nurse comes in and controls his vital values until he speaks out, "Marriage is hard", he huffs. The nurse laughs off.

"We're not married. Before we reach this step you have to ask me!", your poor nerves. Honestly you need a drink to get through this. And chocolate cake.

Luke wants to stand up out of his bed, "babyyy lets go! I'm ready to get some actionnn with youu", he tipsy says. Luke's cheeks are rosy and and he looks like he gets fever. You lovely push him back to bed. "Lukey I love having sex with you but god damn lay down or I'll cain you on this bed!".

"Uhh I love when you take control", he smirks.

"Man you knocked out on ice and all you can think is about this?! and y'all say I'm the cheeky one!", you turn around behind you, hearing a familiar voice. It was his older brother.

Ellen, Jim and Jack watched this amused scenario. "Mooom", Luke groans. Ellen goes straight to his bed, hugs him and strokes his curly hair. "Can I help you with something? It looked really bad!", his mother says. "Why have you to interrupt me and my wife? Its getting hot in there", Luke is outraged.

"Lukey its fever and no sexual attraction, I'm sorry guys, he's dazed from the drugs", you try the best to get out of his embarrassing moment. "Mooom?", he calls her name again in a wailing way. "Yes?", she holds his other hand and focused. "Can I borrow your ring? I need to do a proposal". Ellen don't know what to say. Jim stays quite in the cornor as opposed to Jack. He grins the whole time and records some videos. "I have to send this to Quinn! Made my day!".

"Don't be so mean", Jim replies. "Daaaadddd?", comes from the big boy in bed. Jim steps next to Ellen, looking down to his son. "Why I'm the third one and not the first child? Didn't you make any effort to get me?", he whines. "Can't believe my smartest son asks such a stupid question", Jim shakes his head and hugs Luke, too. They don't care about this delirious state, the ony thing that matters is, he's okay. (Of course Jack will show their whole family these videos later).

[chrispleasure]

HOCKEY, M.S

summary: coming home with matt from a hockey game :)

warning: slight angst, swearing.

this is not proof read.

your lungs were sore from cheering for matt in hockey, which was atleast for two hours. you loved watching his games, cheering him on with signs and a smile on your face. he always said seeing you in the stands of the arena helped him focus and win, which constantly made you smile everytime he reminded you, that beautiful smile.

you sit on the edge of your seat in anticipation, this was it. win or lose. it was a 50/50 chance. matt could either leave the arena happy and proud, or beat and upset. you wanted nothing more than to see him happy.

anxiously you bite your nails, looking at the game. matt skated across the field, so far so good. after a few more seconds of anticipation, he scored. loud cheers from the crowd were head. the first thing he did was look at you.

seeing the sparkle in his eyes was the joy of your day, no matter what had been happening today, seeing the sparkle in his eyes immediately drained any negitive thought from your head.

as everyone leaves the stands, including you, you wait beside the door where the hockey players get off the ice. you see matt, he always jumping up and down cheering.

“you did so good, baby. m’ so proud of you.” you say once he stops infront of you. you cup his cheek, leaning upwards and placing a kiss on his lips. “only cause you were here.” he replied with a smile, returning the favour.

once you both pull away, he places his hands on either side of your upper arms. he notices how cold you seemed. “you cold?” he asks gently, waiting for a response. you nod, running your own hands up and down your arms to attempt to warm yourself up.

“wait here, baby.” he said with a smile, going to grab his favourite hoodie. once he comes back, the hoodie in his hands, you smile. “isn’t this your favourite one? i dont want to ruin it.” you say, a slight sadness to your favourite. “my favourite clothing item for my favourite girl.” he replies, trying to cheer you up, which indeed worked.

as a form of pink blush began to linger on your cheeks, he spoke. “i love you, y’know? s’ much. since i first laid eyes on you.” his eyes trained on yours, waiting for your replly. he had been waiting for you to say you love him.

a look of shock washed over your slightly red face. “i- um.. wow.” you spoke, chuckling nervously. “that’s really.. sweet? i dont really know how to respond to that. nothing i could say would top that.” you say nervously, looking up at him.

you play with the hoodie in your hands before putting it on, getting a tiny break from the heartbroken tension you felt between the two of you.

“can you say it?” he asks, looking down at you with a slight frown. not one of those pouty ones, an actual devestated look on his face. when the response is silence, he continues. “pretty please with a cherry on top?” he replies, offering a short smile.

hesitantly, you open your mouth to speak. “i— um, i love you. i really do- it’s just hard to put into words how much i appreciate and love you.” you say, your heartbeat increasing.

he smiled, rubbing your shoulder before looking over at his hockey teamates who were entertaining the changing rooms. “i gotta go change, but then ill be back to drive you home.” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i can w-” he interrupts you, “no, baby. not at this hour. just stay the night at mine. my moms making pasta with your favourite sauce.” he replies.

he didn’t really leave you any room to speak, so you nodded. he then walked into the change rooms to remove his dirty, sweaty hockey gear.

you sit down at a bench near the exit, waiting for matt to come back. once he does, his hair is wet, his chest clung to the white tank top he was wearing, his jeans unbuttoned and his fly not done up, he must’ve been in a rush.

he helped you up, putting a hand on your lower back. “let’s go, yeah?” he nodded, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder. he walked beside you out of the arena and towards his car.

“can you unlock the car f’ me?” he asks gently, removing his hand from your waist. you nod, grabbing his keys from the belt of his jeans. you unlock his car with a click.

he placed his hockey gear in the trunk of the car after gesturing for you to get comfortable in the front seat. his brothers were off doing something, but knew when to come back if they wanted a ride.

you get comfortable in the front seat, preparing yourself for the argument with chris about the front seat. once he went as far as lifting you out of the car just to get front seat.

you lock the passenger side door, taking a few deep breaths. you put on your seatbelt and wait for matt. first, nick enters the vehicle. he sat down in the back on the right side. “hey, you okay?” he asks, noticing the display of worry on your face.

you nod, smiling to vanish his concerns. “just scared of how chris will react.” you chuckle nervously. once you finish your sentence, matt enters the from the drivers side, settling into his seat. he turns on the car, twisting his keys. “where’s chris?” matt asks, looking through the mirror.

“he said he had to pee—” nick pauses his sentence, his jaw dropping. “is he seriously filming a tiktok right now?” he continued. matt looked outside your window, seeing chris doing a certain dance to an audio.

“this shit is too funny.” matt pulls out his phone, recording his brother. the moment didnt last long, a few seconds later chris got into the backseat, a frown on his face. “why does she get special front seat privledges?” chris asks, gesturing to you.

matt groans, beginning to drive. “she’s the girlfriend. plus she isn’t always in the car. you get privledges too, chris.” matt spoke, running a hand through his brunette locks.

you stay silent, listening to the conversation. “she doesn’t even connect to the aux, matt. fucking look at her. she just sits there acting like miss innocent like she doesn’t enjoy getting her back blown out by you.” chris spoke, pointing at you with a frustrated glare.

immediately a frown forms upon your face, you hated when people talked about sex around you, it brought back trauma. matt notices, and begins to snap back to chris. “just shut your mouth, chris. we havent ever done anything like that.” matt spoke, his voice harsh.

once everything dies down in the car and falls silent, matt pulls into the driveway. without a second thought, nick and chris immediately exit the car, leaving the two of you alone.

“im sorry, baby.” he says, glancing at you with a soft look. you nod, sighing. “it’s okay, i understand why he would be upset.” you say, unlocking the car door and getting out. “he doesn’t mean what he said. he loves you, your like a sister to him.” matt says, locking the car doors. he goes to your side and walks to the front door with you.

once the door opens your immediately met with the comforting smell of pasta. both nick and chris had disappeared to their rooms, probably worn out. matt guides you to the kitchen, greeting his mom with a smile and telling her all about his day.

you love how open he is with his mother, it’s adorable to you. “food should be done in half an hour, showers free to if you need one.” marylou spoke, stirring the pot.

matt nods before taking you upstairs to his room. once inside, he closes the door and goes to his dresser. you sit on his bed, getting comfortable. his house was basically your second home.

he passes you a pair of his grey sweats and a tank top. “this good?” he asks, gesturing to the clothes he gave you to wear. “matt— i might need a bra if im going to wear this top.” you spoke.

the word ‘bra’ or any other girly word didnt faze him anymore, nor make him excited. he was used to it. “yeah, baby. i have one of your bra’s from last time.” matt replies, grabbing the bra from his dresser and tossing it to you.

by the time both you got changed, it was time for dinner. you both of you head down to the dining table and begin to eat, hands interlocked beneath the table.

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[pbnbucks]

hiii, idk how to request so i’m going to request on here lolz. can you do a caitlin clark fluff where her gf surprises her at an away game which was the june 30th one against the mercury. after the first quarter, the fever are down. caitlin sees her gf in the crowd next to her parents as she’s determined to win. i kind of based it off of “melting” by kali uchis.

word count : 529

warnings : none

summary : your at her game

you sat front row to your girlfriends game, hoping to suprise her with the fact she didnt know you where there, it was your senior year of college and you where busy with your school clicks.

conversation streaked between you and caitlins parents as they saw you intently watching the game as you where never one to understand basketball or even a sports person unless it was hockey

“are you okay sweetheart?” her mom questioned as her soft voice could break rooms always making sure you felt comfortable and at home with them when you where around

“ive been seeing highlights of her with the rival teams and she always seems to get hurt, i dont want that to happen this time with everything she worked for” her moms arm finds its way around your shoulder pulling you in for a side hug giving you a kiss on your forehead

“i know baby but we have to remember its such a physical sport and its bound to happen, shes a smart girl and she knows her health she wont put herself in a place that would get her injured” the way the crowds roared caitlin’s name you would forget the indiana fever was loosing, caitlin kept her head held high but you could see through her act she was struggling,

it was the game everyone wanted to see as it sparked headlines for it being the game of ‘The Vet Vs The Rookie’ as the crowd was almost packed out. she would tell you about her biggest experiences, one was her legacy and the mark she left on people,

she wanted to be remembered for being a great person and they player she was. she was scared to let her fans down, she wanted to give them a show on why they spent their money to go see her play.

the halftime buzzer sounded with them down a few points with her walking out to the locker room, it was a game ritual that she looked for her parents before she left the game.

it was to her suprise she saw you sitting in between her parents as her look saddened when she realized you witnessed the entire first half of the game with her team down.

you saw her walk back onto the court with a whole new ego on why she was meant to be their. she was finally smiling for the first time tonight, but went away when the game was set back in motion as fouls where thrown left and right for both teams.

arguements scattered all around the court with the different egos all around the teams begging for the spotlight.

caitlins puffy eyes scanning through the crowd every once in a while looking for you finding a new idea of hope as soon as she sees you.

when the games over she finds herself standing in front of you as she kneels down to kiss you on the lips as photographers capture the intimate moment as she pulls away meeting you lit up smile.

“you played so well baby” you coo in her ear as she smiles at your response with a hum.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommates (Matthew sturniolo)

a/n - first story in a while!!

I grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, and I've dreamed about college ever since I could remember. Going to Umass was my goal because my grades weren't excellent, but they weren't bad. I had gotten accepted halfway through my senior year, along with about four other people from my high school. Chris Sturniolo was the first one to get accepted, second was me, third was some girl from my statistics class, and lastly was Matthew Sturniolo. I didn't mind Chris or Nick much. I was never best friends with any of them, but those two were fabulous. Matthew, on the other hand, was a total dickface.

Matthew Sturniolo, captain of the hockey team, disliked me because I got their practices on the ice cut down to two days of the week so my ice skating league could have the ice the other two days of the week, and the boys had it a third day for the games. It wasn't my fault, but my team needed to practice for our meetings on the weekend. Ever since that day in our sophomore year, he has had something against me, giving me nasty looks and saying rude remarks; he even got me thrown out of a class and detention because the teacher wanted to suck him off once he had something against me.

Today was finally the move-in day for college, and my dad was driving down in his car to meet me at our dorms. After the two-hour drive, we finally arrived, and I hopped out of my car to grab my dorm keys. I was supposed to have a single this year, but they accepted too many students, and now I am placed with some random dude. I dont mind, though, because housing said it should all be sorted out within a week.

I walked up to my dorm, saw the door unlocked, and gave it a light knock before opening it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said, seeing who was sitting on the bed opposite to mine

"No way. No. This has to be some sick joke." Matthew Sturniolo said as he stood off the bed

"This is my dorm. Get out." I said, waving the key in his face

"Your dorm? Check again, princess. My name's already on the door." He pushed past me, pointing to his name tag outside the door

I march to the door and check the name tags. "No, no, no. This has to be a mistake. There's no way they'd stick us in the same room." I threw my bag down on the bed, holding my head. "I'll fix this." I pull out my phone to call housing

"Oh, please do. I'd love to see how fast they laugh at you. Housing is already maxed out." Matt said, leaning against his bed

'What are you talking about?" I looked back at him

"Everyone's been complaining about the overcrowding. I heard someone's living in a storage closet in South Hall. You're stuck with me." He smirked at me

"This can't be happening," I said before storming out of the dorm to find my father with my other stuff. I knew I could do nothing about this, considering I already knew housing was dead and gone to me. My father and I carried my things up to the second floor. My dad liked the sturniolos because he and his father worked together when they were younger.

"Matthew!" My dad said, opening up the door. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "You gonna take care of my daughter this year!" He said as Matt got up to shake my father's hand

"Of course, Mr. y/l/n." They shook hands, and my dad turned back toward me.

"Do you want me to stay and help, or do you want to do this alone?" he asked, knowing I would much rather do things alone. Ever since my mom left, I've learned to be independent.

"I want to set it up; thank you so much, Dad," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugged me back before kissing my forehead and turning towards Matt.

"I mean, it is safe, both of you," He pointed between us.

"I love you, Dad!" I yelled while he walked out

"Love you, honey." My dad closed the door behind him, and I turned toward all of my boxes, sighing

"Do you—" Matt started to talk before the door knocked; he turned and walked to open the door.

"Matt, you left your charger in my—" Chris walked in and stopped when he saw me. "Wait a second. What's she doing here?"

"I have the same question," I said, rolling my eyes as I opened one of my boxes.

"Chris. She's my roommate." Matt said in an annoyed voice

"No way. No freaking way." Chris said, bursting into laughter. I rolled my eyes again.

"This is perfect. You and Matt? Sharing a dorm? This is better than any sitcom." He continued laughing to himself

"Told you it's gold," Matt said, turning towards me.

"This isn't funny!" I said, looking up at them

"Oh, it's hilarious. You two can't even stand to be in the same room for five minutes, and now you're stuck here for a whole semester?"

"I'm calling housing," I say, grabbing my phone off the bed.

"Oh, sure. "Hi, housing? Can you please move me because I hate my roommate's face?" Yeah, good luck with that." Chris said

"Admit it. You're a little jealous you don't get to live here." Matt winked at Chris

"Hmm. Sharing a room with y/n and listening to you two argue 24/7? She's hot, but No, I'll stick with my roommate. He's chill." I rolled my eyes at him as he placed Matt's charger heading towards the door. "Well, this will be a fun semester—for me, anyway. I'm going to stop by every day to watch the chaos."

"Open invitation, bro," Matt said. I huffed and started unpacking my boxes, regretting not asking my dad to stay and help. "Do you want some help? I may not like you, but you'll need it." I contemplated for a minute before deciding it would be easier to accept.

"If you could please." He nodded, grabbed one of the boxes, and got to work.

After three hours, we finished decorating and unpacking all of my items. "Thank you for helping; I need to go shower," I said, grabbing a towel and heading towards our bathroom.

"Ya, there's a party tonight in the hockey house. You can go with Chris he said" Matt said, keeping his gaze on his phone.

"Send me Chris' number, and I'll talk to him." I said, walking towards the bathroom, "What's your number? We are living together anyways." I gave him my number and walked into the bathroom. I started the shower, turned on the Christmas lights, and provided the bathroom with more obedience. I took a half-hour shower and changed into some sweats and a tank top, walked out of the bathroom, and grabbed my phone to see a text from Matt and my best friend, Morgan. I quickly texted Chris, saying it was me, and texted Morgan back, telling her about the roommate situation.

"Wow, you've been standing in the same spot for seven minutes; you're zoned out on your phone," Matt said, interrupting my text conversation with Morgan.

"Sorry, I'm texting Morgan. Did you need something?" I asked, putting my phone on my desk, which I turned into a vanity.

"Morgans pretty hot. Is she ever going to come to visit?" He said, putting his arms behind his head

"If you ever even tried, I'd kill you," I said in a deadly serious tone; he threw his arms up in defense.

"I was just telling you I'm going to the hockey house, dont wait up," He said as he walked out the door.

I sat down in my vanity chair, contemplating the situation I was in when I heard my phone start buzzing.

"Hello?" I said, picking up Chris' phone call

"What are you doing?" He said

"I am going to start getting ready?" I told more of a question

"Great, I'll be there in a minute." He hung up the phone before I could object. After a literal minute, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled. Chris walked in, wearing a black Harley-Davidson shirt, baggy jeans, and a black beanie. "Hey," I said, returning to my mirror and brushing my hair.

"Are you going to the party with me tonight?" he asked as he lay on my bed; I nodded yes. I couldn't lie. He looked hot. "Great, we are leaving in an hour." I checked my clock, seeing it was already nine. I hadn't eaten all day, so if I even attempted to drink at this party, I would be hammered.

"That sounds good. Can you play some music?" I asked because I needed to charge my phone. I got up from my vanity as 'She' by Frank Ocean and Tyler, the creator, started playing; I was happy with Chris' choice of music. I walked to my dresser, grabbed my favorite pair of low-rise baggy jeans, and then went to my closet, pulling out a black-laced crop top. "I'm going to change," I told Chris, walking towards the bathroom.

Once I was finally changed, I left the bathroom, and Chris looked up from his phone. "I'll have to watch you around all those hockey players." I laughed at his remark and sat down at my vanity, doing my mascara. I never really learned how to do makeup properly, and after my mom left and was raised by my dad, I never got into it.

After 40 minutes of fixing myself, I was finally ready. "Alright, let go," I said, slipping on my Converse. Chris exited the bed, slipped on his shoes, and walked towards the door with me. "Do you want a coat? We are walking there; it's a ten-minute walk down the road, " he asked, looking me up and down.

"No, it's still seventy, but it'll be good." I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, holding it for Chris; I locked the door behind us and slipped my can of Zyns in my front pocket and my phone in my back pocket." Zyns, really?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Hey, I'm quitting vaping. They help when the nicotine craving gets bad." He shrugged, understanding where I was coming from

"So I know nothing about you; tell me something about yourself," Chris asked as we walked out of our building

"There's not much really; I grew up with just my dad, playing sports and lived like I didn't have some big interesting life. how about you?" He shrugged

"Same thing, I grew up with both my parents, though." I laughed at his remark, and we walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence

"Are you drinking tonight?" He asked, stopping me on the porch of the house

"I think so, why?" I was confused about why he was asking

"I'm just going to smoke then; better to be safe than sorry," I admired him, wanting to keep me safe. He opened the door, and I was immediately hit with the smell of weed and liquor. I huffed it in and started going through the house while Chris held onto my belt loop; I entered the kitchen, and Matt was talking to some blonde girl.

"Hey, Matty!" I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. He turned around to see Chris and me. He returned to the girl and told her he'd see her later. She seemed a little butt-hurt about it and stomped away.

"You actually look presentable," Matt said in a sarcastic tone, which caused me to take in his appearance. He was wearing a plain black tee showing off his sleeve of tattoos I'd never noticed before and a pair of jeans. He also looked pretty good.

"Not too bad yourself, Matthew," I crossed my arms. "Where are the drinks?" I asked, looking around

"Come on," he said, walking towards the fridge. "Twisted, ice, or a mixed drink?" he asked, looking back at me; I contemplated for a minute before seeing a bunch of people taking shots

"An ice, please. It's the best chaser," I said, grabbing it from his hand and walking towards the people taking shots. Matt and Chris followed behind.

"Everyone, this is my roommate, y/n." A group of guys who I guess are on the hockey team with Matt turned towards me and said some heys and hi's

"Can I get one, please?" I said, and one of them handed me a green kinky. "I, Steven," he said. "I y/n. Nice to meet you." I opened the nip and cheered it with his before taking it back and following it with my Smirnoff.

After an hour of taking shots and mingling with Matt and Chris' friends from the team, Matt and Chris decided it was time to smoke. I was already drunk, so I was ready to take a break. "This way," Matt said, leading Chris and me down the stairs. I guess this was more for me because Chris had been there before. I grabbed my Zyns and put one in to get a good headrush as we made our way to a toke circle. I sat next to Chris with Matt on his other side; he's been friendly with me tonight, so hopefully, it stays like that.

We sat in the basement talking nonsense for I dont even know how long, considering I was highly drunk as the time went on. "Can we go get food, please!" I said to the two boys, Matt looked down at his phone, and I saw it was already one am. "Yeah, let's go," Matt said, standing with Chris. I felt a little dizzy, so I grabbed Chris's belt loop as he did to me earlier, following them out of the house.

"Mcdonalds is the only thing open, so that's what you're getting," Matt said as we headed towards his car

"Fine by me, sir! " I said, climbing into the backseat. I decided it was easier to lie down, which caused me to fall asleep.

[ktaerssoi]

hii could you do a jealous kate fic PLEASEEE

jealously is my middle name

summary: blowing off a project for your girlfriend and her jealously.

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kate martin x reader

Being a business major meant being paired up with others often, and by the middle of freshman year, most people had a go-to partner. Your go-to partner was Violet, she was pretty and super funny.

By senior year, you and she had worked on countless projects together. You guys had recently been assigned a project that would be part of your final grade, wanting to finish it early, you guys had planned to meet up the following day to get a basic layout.

there was one problem though, your girlfriend. Kate had been making up excuses for you to stay home all day, whether it was her pretending to be sick, saying that you had all semester, or just saying she would miss you so much that she would "die an agonizing death."

needless to say, she didn't want you to go. "Kate, I need to go, seriously now." you separated yourself from her, knowing that the physical contact would make you fold.

"I don't know where your problem with me hanging out with Violet is coming from, but we need to get this work done." You and Kate were standing by the front door of your guys' shared apartment, she was leaning against the wall, still trying to bargain with you.

"It's not that I had something against her, I just don't understand why you guys have to meet up so often. I mean seriously, it's like every other day." She had pushed herself off the wall, her hands finding your waist as she now stands in front of you.

you squirm at her touch, the simple action causing your cheeks to flush. "because it's our final kate, it's not like it's optional." you looked up at her, she was 6'0, so it got hard to focus sometimes when you guys were standing so close together.

she nodded, a disappointed look on her face, but you quickly saw her eyes change as a thought popped into her head. She stared down at your lips for a second, and then quickly pulled you into a kiss.

you kiss back quickly, melting into it, a pout on your face as she pulls away. "kate, you can't just do that." she gives you a confused look, but you don't miss the smirk on her face.

"do what? I can't give my girlfriend a goodbye kiss as she leaves to go hang out with another girl?" you shake your head, realizing what Kate's big problem is with Violet all of a sudden.

"you're jealous." you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she tries to pull you closer (if it was even possible)

"I- what?" the look on her face makes you laugh, her being unable to defend herself, giving you all the proof you need. "I am not jealous."

She narrows her eyes, the tips of her ears reddening at your accusations. "you see y/n, if I was jealous, then I would be trying to get you to stay home. I'm not doing that. Leave for all I care, te ll Violet I say hi or whatever." she bites the inside of her cheek, her hands falling to her sides and off your waist, trying to act nonchalant.

"mhm, okay then, see you later k." you smile, kissing her goodbye as you go to reach for the door you don't get far and you feel her hands grab your waist once again pulling you toward her. "okay but seriously babe do you really have to start it today? wait until tomorrow at least," the end of her sentence is muffled as she barries her head into your neck, her front pressed up against your back as your hand is still on the doorknob.

"not jealous my ass."

-

you had texted Violet that something had come up, and you were unable to meet her that day, you and kate had spent the rest of the night watching movies. (along with other things)

it wouldn't be the last time you had to blow someone off for kate.

okay chat, i like dont absolutely hate this but it def isnt my fav, so ill prob rewrite it.. i was also thinking of rewriting the other kate fic bc i just don't like how i left it. also how do we feel about me writing for women's hockey?? lord kk harvey is so fine. anyway chat im actually dying sos - kate