#Teuvo teravainen imagine

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Andrei Svechnikov & Sebastian Aho & Teuvo Teräväinen - gentle love

cw: poly relationship (3 players dating gn!reader, relationships between players not specified but can be read as platonic or romantic), mentions of therapy, crying/“breaking down”, general mental health struggles (not further specified), some dissociation around time, food and eating (unrelated to mental health struggles), two mentions of a character accidentally burning himself while cooking … 1.7k words

Sometimes you could get so good at bottling up your feelings and suppressing emotions that everything felt fine. At least until you were sat in a therapy session —with the same therapist you’d been seeing for years— and they hit you, broke you, caused you to completely fall apart on an uncomfortable leather armchair.

Fuck, how you hated when that happened.

You were lucky, in a way, to break in a controlled environment. Your therapist let you cry it out and didn’t try to push the issue more or force you to talk about it. Not that you would have been able to, even if you had wanted to talk. They handed you tissues —single ones at first before just giving you the entire box— and let you go over your time for almost fifteen whole minutes with a simple “don’t worry about it” in a tone that told you she felt sorry for you. Hopefully sorry enough to let the overtime slide. That way your insurance wouldn’t complain over extra billed hours.

That didn’t mean you felt okay afterwards but at least that red hot ball of overwhelming emotion had shriveled into a heavy feeling in your stomach, leaving you numb but sick. You hated it, yet you couldn’t escape. Even though you were sitting in your car you couldn’t drive home. Not like this, with your hands body shaking and your vision going blurry from a combination of leftover tears and a post-cry headache.

While you could have sat there longer trying to calm down, there was nothing you wanted more than to go home. Calling your partners felt like admitting you were weak but fuck, nobody could be strong all the time and you were allowed to be vulnerable. Still, you were too shaken to call, fearing that they would hear the emotions in your voice. Instead you sent a message in your group chat asking if one of them could pick you up.

You were still in your car, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard your fingers hurt, when a familiar car pulled into the parking lot of your therapist’s office. It was hard to say who came for you. They had taken Andrei’s car but the Russian wouldn’t have taken the corner so carefully. Truthfully you only realized more than one of your boyfriends had come when Teuvo tapped on your window and you looked out to see him and Sebastian standing there. They were careful to look at you no differently than usual but you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t see the worry in their eyes. 

“Rough talk?” Teuvo asked as you got out, taking in your state. You could only nod in response. There was no point in pretending you were okay, not with them being able to see through you so clearly it made you feel like your entire being was made out of crystal. Fragile like it too, ironically.

“Come.” Teuvo put an arm around your shoulder, gently steering you towards the other car. “Sepe will drive your car home.”

The drive back to your place wasn’t too long without rush hour traffic but it still seemed to stretch into hours. Teuvo hadn’t turned on the radio and you didn’t know whether you were grateful for the lack of stimulation or annoyed at the lack of distraction. Then suddenly within the blink of an eye those hours turned into seconds and he pulled into the parking area of your building, your car somehow already parked in its usual spot but Sebastian nowhere to be seen.

Teuvo got out of the car and walked around it to open your door for you, a sweet gesture you suppose. Walking into the building you turned towards the stairs, your boys always complained about them but they tended to use them simply because they were quicker than the old elevator your landlord refused to upgrade. Today though, Teuvo steered you toward the elevator before pressing the button to your floor. The ride up was as silent as the car ride.

The entryway to your place was surprisingly empty as you toed off your shoes but you realized why once you walked in further. Your whole apartment smelled amazing, hearty and warm in the way only a good soup could. Muffled Russian cursing came from the direction of the kitchen so you didn’t have to guess who decided to play chef during your absence.

“He definitely touched the hot pot again.” Teuvo joked quietly while helping you out of your jacket. 

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely audible as you responded but he didn’t complain. Instead he steered you towards the living room where Sebastian already stood, holding up a soft blanket you liked to use.

The sight of him waiting for you made your heart ache in the best way. Your boys truly were so thoughtful. Walking to Sebastian you let yourself be wrapped into the blanket. The first touch of that dryer warm fabric against your skin almost brought tears to your eyes. Before you knew it you were sat on the couch, all wrapped up, while your boyfriends flitted around the apartment. There was a cup placed on the couch table, a coaster below it to catch any drips running down the ceramic and prevent them from leaving a print on the wood. Oh. 

Sebastian and Teuvo just awkwardly lingered around the room as Andrei walked in carrying a bowl of soup and placed it next to the cup. You could see the rosy spot on the back of his hand where he had burned himself while cooking but he pulled his hands away before you could react. He didn’t completely retreat like your other partners though. Instead he sat down next to you before pulling the table closer towards the couch. “Recipe from mama.” He said. “Makes bad days better.”

The realization of what was going on just made you tear up again. There was no way Andrei would have had enough time to cook after you had texted your boyfriends to pick you up. But if he didn’t make it from scratch following his mother’s recipe that could only mean one thing. He must have heated up some of the soup his mother had made for him the last time she visited. The soup that had been stashed away deep in the freezer for those days he felt especially homesick.

“Oh no. No. No. Don’t cry.” Andrei wrapped his arms around you gently, pulling you against his broad body. He continued to talk, something low and Russian you couldn’t understand, but you could suspect that it was something calming in his mother tongue. At least he didn't seem to mind you clutching at his hoodie and maybe crying into it a little.

The tears eventually stopped but you were still holding onto your boyfriend when your other boyfriends stopped hovering and instead came closer to the couch.

“Can we sit?” Sebastian asked, gesturing to the free space on either side of you and Andrei.

“Or would it be too much right now?” Teuvo added.

It was an age old conflict within you, wanting those you loved close for comfort while also needing as much space between you and others as possible. Today though, you needed them by your side more than anything. Making grabby hands at them felt slightly juvenile but you honestly didn’t care at the moment.

Theoretically all four of you should fit on the couch comfortably. It was big enough for your polycule as well as visitors in case your boys wanted to invite teammates over to play video games or hang out. But somehow you still ended up squished between the three of them.

You just let yourself enjoy their presence for a moment. Somebody began stroking your back through the blanket, soothing words in a foreign language filling the room.

“Can we…” You began, before stopping. They wouldn’t force you to talk but you still hated asking. Communication was important but you just couldn’t. “Can we not talk about it?”

A kiss was pressed against your hairline while somebody spoke, too soft to make out who. “Okay.”

By the time you gathered yourself enough to sit up and reach for the soup the hearty meal had cooled down, clinging onto the last remnants of warmth. It hadn’t lost any of the flavor though. You were well aware of the three pairs of eyes watching you eat but you just focused on the food in front of you.

Andrei didn’t fill the bowl up completely so it didn’t take you long to finish your soup. What Andrei had said was true —good soup, especially his mother’s soup, made bad days better— but your boys also helped immensely. 

When you were done you couldn’t even put the bowl down before they jumped up. 

“More?” Andrei asked at the same time that Teuvo asked “Done?”

Only Sebastian remained on the couch with you and you took the opportunity to snuggle closer.

“No thank you Andrei, that was more than enough. Thank you for sharing your soup with me.”

He smiled at you before Teuvo reached over and plucked the bowl from your hands, “Sit.” He told Andrei before walking away towards the kitchen. Behind you Sepe opened his arms and before you knew it you were sandwiched between the two men again.

By the time Teuvo came back the two guys had joined you under the blanket. Your oldest boyfriend just looked at you three before sighing and attempting to wrestle a corner from Sebastian so that he could join you as well. It was all in good fun but the chaos of it all —the tug of war about a blanket and the muffled Finnish curses—was enough to bring a smile to your face. 

The four of you were an odd relationship but you fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Even if your boys were incapable of sharing a blanket they shared love and that was far more important. There was an understanding between you that you had never experienced in a relationship before and that you never wanted to lose. 

Andrei noticed you smiling and wrapped his arms around you, using his body to shield yours from the play fight happening around you two. You just sighed —content— and leaned back against his broad chest, the smile not leaving your face. Some days were hard but with them by your side, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[ilyasorokinn]

Something fluff with Teuvo?

Y/N, MR. HOCKEY MAN, AND 3RD WHEEL VIC

i don't know if i like this, so someone please assure me it's good lol. also, requests are closed so please don't send anything in :)

teuvo was laying on the other side of the couch, watching the show on the tv intently. you were half paying attention, half not. when your phone dinged by your side, you picked it up.

you opened the text thread and saw your friend, vic had sent you a tiktok, and when you clicked on the link, you saw it was a tiktok from her account. the text from the video read "pov: your best friend and her boyfriend are the perfect couple and you're always the 3rd wheel"

the first video was a video of you in your living room, a canes game on tv. you were crouched in front of the tv, your phone on the tv as you filmed teuvo's goal.

vic was cracking up behind the camera as you filmed it as if it wasn't a recorded broadcast, "this is recorded, you know." she said.

"just let me do my thing." you brushed her off as you snapped a million pictures of his celly.

the next was a video she had taken, without you knowing, after a home game. the video started with you running off ahead of vic and running towards teuvo, who caught you when you jumped.

she stood a ways back so you could have your moment, but he lifted you off the ground and you were saying something, but she was too far away.

once teuvo had set you back on the ground, vic finally spoke up, "great, now that mom and dad are reunited, can we go home now?"

you both laughed, walking towards her, hands laced together, "yeah, vic, let's go home."

the next video was back in your living room. you were sitting on the couch, crying while vic was filming you and laughing, "stop laughing." you whined.

"i'm sorry." she cracked up, "i just-why are you crying?"

"he's so cute." you cried harder as the camera panned over to your tv where teuvo was doing his post-game media. it wasn't anything special, but it made you cry for some reason.

"y/n..." she laughed.

"stop!"

the next video was of you and teuvo dancing together at a bar. vic was sitting at the table a little ways away from the dance floor. he was spinning you around dramatically and bending you, pretending to drop you.

you laughed, holding onto his neck tighter. he laughed, bending down and kissing you. the camera flipped and vic's deadpan came into view.

the last was a photo of you and teuvo you had posted on your Instagram while on vacation, looking all lovey-dovey. the text over. it said "i love y/n and mr. hockey man, i swear. this is a joke"

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[behoright]

I feel like we saw a never before seen side of Teuvo tonight. Usually, he’s the first off the ice after the storm surge. It confirms a lot of things I thought about him. But him being so soft with the kids had my hormones in overdrive.

well no one asked for this but…..

kids night with bf! teuvo

- you’ve been dating for a while or whateva

- you were acquaintances for a long time and always saw each other and interacted but umm you’re both shy as hell

- and tbh you didn’t even think he’d remember you

- bc he never said hi first or anything

- until one day he did and you guys hung out for HOURS

- a couple of weeks later he finally built up the courage to ask you out

- the more you hang out the more you like each other

- and he can seem a bit quiet but you realize that’s bc he’s incredibly shy

- once you break through his lil bubble he’s very sweet and caring. Very touchy too

- so eventuallllyyyyy he kisses you and you start dating

- you obv go to every game bc thankfully the schedule allows it and he really does like to know you’re there

- he plays better when you’re there bc he’s secretly a show off but he’d never admit it

- so spending so much time at the rink everyone knows you and I mean EVERY. ONE.

- you’re super excited for kids night

- the talk of children is not there tbh bc you’re both young and dating and working/studying however

- the canes have some cute cute kids

- he invites you to come watch them practice w them

- afterwards he sees you shoot the shit and chase the kids around the rink and

- something happens to this man

- it takes him by surprise

- but he like…….MELTS

- his heart is FLUTTERING seeing you laugh and get tackled by a small hoard of children

- you go up to him all disheveled and out of breath from playing and you’re all “oh, babe, they’re so funny”

- and he just stares at you his mouth a lil open and he’s so blushyyyy

- “you’re alright, T?”

- “what? uhhhh, yes. yes, my love.”

- gives you a lil cheek kiss and just shakes his head a bit

- but even as he’s getting ready he’s so heart eyes

- he can’t stop thinking about you like that

- makes him a lil horny tbh but argh he won’t think abt it not now

- during the game aaaaaahhhh hat trick for him and he secretly thinks it’s bc

- he legitimately cannot stop thinking about you and he’s sooooooo in love with you

- when he scores that third goal he swears he can hear YOUR cheers which is like impossible lol

- the game ends and he knows…..he’s in love with you

- he wants the surge to be done to run to you but seeing Max’s kid there…..

- he takes him to the ice and teuvo is just so happy

- one of the happiest nights of his life after he confesses to you that night and you….

-……….

-“I love you too, T”

- 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[mp0625]

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Wiper fluid || T. Teravainen

Pairing: Teuvo Teravainen/Reader

Word Count: 639

Summary: You prank Teuvo for TikTok by telling him a car dealership charged you $175 for wiper fluid.

Warnings: Literally nothing but fluff

A/N: More TikTok prank AU's because I'm actually obsessed. Also, just a small thank you to @ilyasorokinn for inspiring me with her fic of KK featuring a scene similar to this <3 (go read it rn!!)

You opened your apartment door slowly, peering in to find your boyfriend sprawled across the couch with a blanket thrown over his legs, enraptured with the TV.

You grinned. Action.

"Hey, babe, I'm back!" You announced, closing the door loudly to signal your entrance.

Teuvo turned his head at the sound of your voice, sending you a small smile as you dropped your keys on the counter, oblivious to the recording phone in your hand as usual.

"Welcome home," he murmured, rolling off of the couch to approach you and press a loving kiss to your lips. "Did you get everything done?"

"Yeah, I even went to the mechanic's and got everything fixed, too." You replied nonchalantly, leaning against the kitchen counter and avoiding his eyes at the curious look he sent you.

"A mechanic?" He furrowed his eyes. "Was something wrong with your car?"

"Mhm, my wiper fluid was acting up." You sent him a faux concerned look. "So I decided to just go while I was out and see if anything was wrong, y’know?"

Teuvo looked towards the window where, you just now realized, the sun was shining brightly without a single cloud in sight. "And you were using the wipers because—"

"Not important!" You quickly interrupted. "They got it fixed, that's all that matters, right?" You were trying very hard to keep your face serious at the confused pout on his lips.

"I guess so…" He mumbled to himself, lifting a glass of water to his lips.

"I even got a discount!" You suddenly grinned, almost as if you were proud of yourself. "They only charged me $175!"

Teuvo spit out the water he was drinking. "They what?" He asked incredulously, eyes comically wide. "$175?"

"Yeah, why?" You asked innocently. "They said they were giving me a pretty good deal. Normally it's $350, can you believe that?"

Teuvo was hilariously silent, staring at you as if contemplating if you were actually serious. Good thing you had a good poker face. "Y/N," He slowly approached you. "Wiper fluid is three dollars."

You pretended to look shocked. "Really?"

Your boyfriend ran a hand down his face, looking so stressed for you that you almost felt sorry. "Where did you go?"

“Just to that place down the road from PNC, they had a sign for advertising-”

��You went to Kenny Hawkins?” Teuvo looked so confused and concerned that you just about lost it right then and there. “I’m going to kill them.”

You let out a giggle at that, but he didn't seem to notice as he began rapidly scrolling through his phone, typing in what looked to be an address. "They- they said it was a good deal, though!" You managed to respond, voice on the cusp of dissolving into laughter.

"Baby you got scammed bad," He huffed, a scowl on his face as he looked up to meet your eyes.

Only, you had finally decided to blow your cover and now held your phone up for him to see, a wide and giddy smile full of laughter spread across your cheeks.

And Teuvo tried really hard to look mad, but the amused twitch of his lips betrayed him. "Don't those get old?" he huffed after a moment, his cheeks red from the slight embarrassment of being fooled by you. Again.

"I'm sorry?" you tried sounding sincere, but the giddy grin on your face said otherwise as he grumbled something in Finnish, dramatically throwing his arms up and walking away.

"I love you!" You tried shouting after him, giggling when you heard him groan from the living room.

Later that night, as you leaned against the headboard surrounded by blankets with a sleepy Teuvo resting his head on your stomach, you checked the comments on the short TikTok you posted and smiled.

teuvoteravainen I love you too.

~

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11 for the valentine’s prompts with teuvo teräväinen??

"it really sucks, being stood up on valentines day" & "i love you"

contains: angst, single mom!reader (i’m trying something new)

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you didn't know what you were going to do without him. if it weren’t for your son, beckham, and his adoration and obsession with hockey, you probably wouldn’t be in the position that you are right now. standing in your neighbors apartment, telling teuvo all about his allergies and what to do when your son gets tired.

"thanks again, teuvo, i promise i'll be back before it gets too late." giving him a smile, and giving your son a kiss on the cheek you leave the building and head down the stairs, and make your way to the date.

you had originally met him when he moved in a little over a year ago. he was extremely nice, and beckham immediately recognized him from playing for the hurricanes. and from then on, a bond was formed. and teuvo, bless his heart, loved the little boy. he offered to watch him if you needed alone time, if you had to go into work on the weekends, or on days like today, when you had a date.

his heart twinged a little bit, he can't lie. ever since he got to know beckham, he wanted to know the one that created him. teuvo noticed just how much he looked like you. his nose, his eyes, his smile, he got it all from you. though he didn't want to cross any boundaries, he still wanted to find the courage to be the one to take you out on a date next time.

teuvo took the time and made beckham a grilled cheese and watched kids shows with him; he even introduced him to the movie the mighty ducks. teuvo didn't feel like a babysitter, even though that's probably what he was. he thought he got along with him great.

halfway through the movie a knock came at his door. leaving beckham on the couch, eyes glued to the tv, he opens the door to find you. he's shocked, at first. you haven't even been gone an hour and you're already back. "quick date?" he asked, allowing you to walk into his place.

you stayed in the entryway so that you didn't take time away from beckham. you were also on the verge of tears and the last thing you wanted was for your son to see you cry. teuvo noticed your shaky figure, and how you didn't make eye contact with him just yet. "actually, no date at all. he didn't show, and didn't respond to my texts. so yeah, got stood up for the first time."

he frowned, standing across from you as he tried to figure out what to do. does he offer a hug? does he offer you food? he doesn't figure it out in time before you speak again.

"do you, uh, do you mind if i leave him here for a little while longer?" you asked, your voice fragile as you fidget with your fingers and keys in hand. he nods his head, putting his hands in his pocket. "okay, great. i'll be back over in a little while. i think i just need some time to myself, y'know? it sucks being stood up on valentines day."

he sighed, "i understand. take all the time you want, he'll still be here when you are ready." you looked up at him, your glossy eyes meeting his dark ones. smiling up at him you walked across the hall into your own apartment, where you let some tears fall out of your eyes. you couldn't decide if you were sad, or if you were just frustrated.

teuvo walked back to where beckham was on the couch, the same frown on his face. beckham was still watching the tv, a light grin on his face when a joke was made or when someone slipped on the ice. it wasn't long before beckham fell asleep, slumped against one of the throw pillows that was next to him.

teuvo then picked the little boy up, pausing the movie and then tip toeing across the hall to your door. softly knocking he held beckham against his chest, waiting for you to open your doors. when you did you were dressed in fluffy pajamas, a robe that was hugging your figure nicely and hair that you had clipped back. he took it in, how soft you looked. how comfortable and homey you looked. he liked it.

"little dude fell asleep. i figured he would find his real bed more comfortable than my couch." you took beckham from his arms, the little boy slightly waking up from the movements. he looked up, and saw teuvo as you were walking with him against your chest to his room. waving he said "i love you teuvo," causing you both to smile.

when you came back he was still standing in your apartment, wearing the same hoodie and joggers he was a few hours ago. he had a sweet grin on his face, a soft and warm one. "thank you, again, for watching him. he really thinks a lot of you," you mentioned, putting your hands into your pockets of the soft robe.

teuvo shook his head and he felt his cheeks start to turn red slightly. was it always this hard for him to talk to pretty girls? he can't remember, not to sound cocky, though.

"listen, uh," he muttered right before walking out of your place and going back across the hall. "i was thinking and, uh, you didn't deserve to be stood up. nobody does, but you really don't deserve it." he said, his accent getting a little thicker because he was so nervous. you liked it, his accent. "and if you want, i'd love to take you out on a makeup date for it. or just a regular date, whichever you prefer."

by now, his cheeks and the curve of his ears are as red as the jersey he wears on the ice. he stands a little taller now and he's giving you that same warm grin that he always does. you grin back at him, playing with your hands again. "i'd love that, yeah. i'd love to go out with you, teuvo."

he chuckles and smiles with his teeth now, turning around and feeling a little awkward now. the hard part was over, but what does he do after that?

"how does this weekend look for you?" he asked, knowing that he would have the weekend off ahead of time.

"the weekend is good for me. i'll let you know tomorrow what time, yeah?" you clarified, stepping closer to him. so close that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne and popcorn, something he must have shared with beckham at some point.

"sounds good, y/n."

you said your goodbyes and closed the door. a grin fell on your lips as you bit your lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach. real butterflies, it was a genuine excitement floating around inside. and you were about to act on it with a glass of wine before a light voice interrupted you and said, "mommy, what's a date?"

[teuvomakesmesmile]

Taking Shots - Teuvo Teräväinen

Okay, I'm still not really sure how I feel about this but I'm going to share it anyways. If you like it let me know, if you think it sucks also let me know. Word count: 991 Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, minor mention on punching someone. Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

I was drunk.

Full-on intoxicated.

I felt myself sway as I pushed off the bar to turn around and head back over towards our table. Just how many shots had I taken tonight? It was the first time the whole team and their partners had been able to go out since the covid bubble. So obviously some of us were letting a little lose and enjoying the outing.

“Where are you going? I just ordered us more shots!” screamed Andrei over the loud music.

“No more, Drei, I have already had too many” I groaned as I put a hand to my temple, already starting to get a headache.

“I’m gonna go find T” I yelled back at him as I pushed off from the bar. I stumbled slightly as I went to walk away but somehow managed to catch my balance. I had to give myself props for wearing my converse, heels would have been disastrous.

“Let me help you” Andrei yelled into my ear as he threw his arm around my shoulders. The 6’2 winger might have been the main reason I was this drunk but I appreciated his help in making sure I didn’t fall over. Slipping my arm around his waist I let him guide me to the table the rest of our party were standing around.

My smile got wider the closer, I could see Teuvo sitting right where I left him nearly an hour and ruffly 12 shots ago. I already felt slightly more sober as I pictured the hug that was waiting for me as soon as I was within arms length of my beautiful boyfriend. No matter what was wrong, I always immediately felt better the moment his arms were around me.

As we neared the rest of our party I noticed a bunch of people standing around that I didn’t recognize. I felt Andrei groan beside me, looking up at him I asked, “What? Who are they?”

“Just some annoying fans, if you can even call them that.” he muttered.

“What do you mean by that?” I questioned him.

“They spend the whole time shitting on our play and telling us what we did wrong and how we can be better, but they can be very rude about it”

I knew they must be bad if Andrei didn’t like to talk with them. The winger loved speaking with any fan, no matter the time or place. Connecting with the Caniacs was, I think, one of his favorite parts of being a Hurricane.

As we walked up to the group Andrei immediately lead me right to Teuvo who opened his arms and embraced me just as I knew he would. I nuzzled my head into his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist. A content sigh fell from my lips as he kissed the top of my head and gave me a gentle squeeze. He didn’t say anything as he was talking with the man standing beside him. Well, he was more listening than speaking, and I noticed his body felt tenser than he normally did in public settings.

I looked up at gave him a questioning glance, he just slightly shook his head and gave me a half-smile. Something was definitely bothering him. I tried to get the pounding in my head to stop so I could hear what the man was saying.

“You have what, two years left on your contract? Best be careful buddy, if you don’t start playing better coach is going to bench you for that rookie!” the man laughed as he clapped Teuvo on the shoulder.

Before my brain even registered what I was going, I had ripped myself out of Teuvos hold and whirled on the man next to him. “The fuck did you just say?” I must have yelled pretty loud, the rest of our party and the unwanted guests all stopped and turned to see what was happening.

“Why don’t you say that again, buddy.” I drawled out. Next thing I knew Teuvo was grabbing me by the elbow I had raised like I was going to punch the man in the face.

“Baby, look at me,” Teuvo said as he spun me around to face him again, placing his hands on either side of my face.

“Hey pretty girl, it’s okay.”

“It is not okay, he was mean to you” I pouted. “Let me take a shot at him.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want you to mess up that pretty hand on his ugly face,” Teuvo chuckled as he placed a kiss on my forehead and drew me back into his arms. One of the boys must have called security over as they were leading all the ‘fans’ away from the table.

I pulled my face away from his chest far enough to look him in the face, “You do know he is wrong, right?”

“Yeah baby, I know,” he said as he smiled.

“Good,” I said as I laid my head back on his chest. “I love Jarvy but there is no way he could ever replace you.” I yawned.

“Come on tiger, let’s get you home,” Teuvo said goodbye to our friends as I blissfully paid no mind to them and let myself just be content in his arms.

I must have fallen asleep, the next thing I knew I was curled up in bed in my favorite pajama shirt, all the makeup had been taken off my face. I smiled as I felt the bed dip beside me as Teuvo crawled in and threw an arm over me so I could curl up into his chest.

“You know I will always stand up for you right?” I mumbled into his chest.

“Yeah baby, I know” he whispered back as he settled the blanket around us.

Before I knew it I was fast asleep and peacefully dreaming of all the goals Teuvo was going to score to prove that asshole wrong.

[ilyasorokinn]

Congrats on reaching 2.5k!! From your dialogue prompt list, could you please write number 6 for teuvo teräväinen? 💛

SPECIAL DAY

thank you bestie! appreciate it <3

6. "i promised to love you forever." (from this prompt list, fluff)

normally, when you woke up, you would groan and fall back asleep. but this morning, everything was different. and there was a reason why.

you felt teuvo's arm around your waist so you turned around, carefully caressing his cheek with your knuckle. he moved but didn't open his eyes or show any sign that he was awake.

"oh, come on, tt. wake up." you shook him a little, and that got him. he opened his eyes and a smile instantly found its way onto his face.

"good morning." he leaned over and peppered your face with kisses.

"oh, maybe we should have anniversaries every day. then you'll have to wake me up like that every day." you joked.

"you're saying i don't love on you enough?"

"yeah, that's it." you rolled your eyes.

"well, i'm not fulfilling my husbandly duties. how awful of me." he then leaned over and continued to pepper kisses across your face and neck.

"teuvo, stop." you laughed, trying to push him away, "i want breakfast." you interrupted, knowing food would get him to stop.

he paused and thought about it, "breakfast sounds nice." he nodded.

"yeah, let's go." he got out of bed and immediately started getting ready. you laughed, following after him at a slower pace.

you found yourselves at your favorite cafe, drinking fancy drinks and enjoying fancy crepes. you were cutting into your crepe when you felt him stare at you.

"why're you looking at me like that?" you laughed.

"can you believe we've been married for a year?"

"i don't know, it sometimes feels like it's been more than that." you sighed.

teuvo's jaw dropped in mock offense, "i'm trying to be sentimental, and you're bullying me."

"i'm kidding, you know i am." you nudged him with your foot under the table, "the best year of my life."

"mine too." he hummed happily.

"and i know i don't always express my love as openly as you do, but i really do love you and appreciate you." you smiled.

he smiled, "i promised to love you forever. and that's a promise i'm going to keep."

you felt your face warm up, "all right, let's stop with the gushy stuff." teuvo straightened his spine. he knew you weren't good at expressing your feelings or receiving compliments, so he decided to move along.

"i have everything planned out for today." he stated, "we're going to see a movie. i've booked the tickets and we're going. then after that, we can go to that bookstore you've been talking about, then i have dinner reservations to your favorite restaurant."

"wow, you really thought of everything didn't you?"

"of course." he nodded with a smile, "today's special."

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[matthewtkachuk]

i need a lover not a friend with teuvo plz ❤️

pairing: teuvo teravainen

warnings: mention of a shitty ex, mentions of sex (nothing explicit though)

word count: 1k

i need a lover, not a friend

You have a lot of friends, maybe even an overabundance of friends depending on who you asked. There are casual friends who you don’t think about when they’re not in front of you, friends you would ask to help you move, friends you would ask to help you bury a body, friends who secretly want to fuck you. There’s your best friend Abby and your long distance best friend Annie and all the other people who love you.

Then there’s Teuvo.

It had been an accident that you’d met at all. You’d been working in the emergency room of Duke Raleigh after having followed your long term boyfriend to North Carolina. Prior to the move, you’d not really cared too much about the Hurricanes, but they were the local team and the only team whose games were featured on the local channels, and so they had quickly risen to become one of your favorite teams. That first year in North Carolina, sometimes it felt like the Canes were the only good in your life as your relationship fell apart.

One might assume you’d met while working a shift at the hospital, but you’d actually met at a mediterranean restaurant when he’d nearly walked off with your order. One thing led to another led to you leaving with his number in your phone. Had you been single, you sometimes think that things would have turned out completely different.

The boyfriend hadn’t lasted, but the Canes had and certainly Teuvo did too. He went from a would-be food thief turned casual acquaintance into someone you genuinely enjoyed being around. Your friend groups had blended together almost seamlessly and your coworker Kylie had actually ended up hitting it off pretty well with Teuvo’s best friend on the team only further cementing the ties between you.

And then a year and two months into knowing Teuvo, it happened. What had started as a lowkey celebration of the boys’ latest win had quickly turned into something a little more rowdy once the tequila shots had been brought out. You weren’t drunk by any means, still totally in control of yourself but you were tipsy enough that your inhibitions had been lowered. Much like your initial meeting, one thing led to another, except this time the outcome was you, sneaking out of his bed early in the morning.

What is it they say? Once may be a mistake, twice is a decision, and three times is a habit? And it really wouldn’t be a problem except you’re not entirely sure where you stand. He flips and flops between devoted lover and casual friend so easily, you could almost be convinced that you’d never slept together at all. But the memory of what it’s like to be touched by him isn’t easily overwritten.

Above it all, things never feel weird, which had been your major fear and predominant reason for sneaking out the first time you’d slept together. And maybe that was the clear separation Teuvo was able to have between being your friend and being a guy you had sex with.

You’re not quite so good at it, pining written all over your face. Your friends don’t know, though. Only Kylie, and by extension Sebastian. You’re not sure if it was Ky or Teuvo that spilled it, but you’re certain he knows all the same.

The friend in friends with benefits is never more appreciated or needed than when you’ve had a bad day. It’s early evening and you’re exhausted after a twelve hour shift. Instead of driving home to your warm and familiar bed, you find yourself driving to Teuvo’s condo instead. Despite not even bothering to send him a courtesy text, he buzzes you up after the first few rings and rips the door open before you’ve even reached it. You don’t have to say a thing, the dried up tears at your waterline and the smudged mascara say it all. The giant hug you find yourself wrapped in has damn near magical properties if you’re being honest.

After eating takeout from your favorite mediterranean restaurant - the very same restaurant that you’d met in - you curl up on the couch between his legs with your head on his chest. The position is familiar, but you’re focused on the way your body fits in so perfectly next to his own, and the way it feels pressed against him.

You’re upset, and you still haven’t really spoken a word yet, but you decide to let your lips do the talking as you begin to press gentle kisses to his jawline. It’s a bit confusing and a lot heartbreaking when he pulls away from you. You’re not deterred though, an additional few minutes pass while you pretend to focus on the movie and not your friend and sometimes lover before you’re at it again, sliding your hand up his chest. He grips your wrist and moves your hand back to your own body and the simple action has your chest aching.

“Why don’t you want me?” slips out before you can really stop it. It’s a bit of a cringe moment but he only furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“It’s not that I don’t want you... You’re upset,” he explains, and you just roll your eyes.

“And I know just the thing to make me feel better,” you insist, shifting again.

He pulls away yet again. “I’m just trying to be a good friend!”

“I need a lover, not a friend, Teuvo. I have enough friends!” It’s a silly thing to say, and you’re not even sure if you mean it, but it has the unintended, yet very welcome, side effect of darkening his expression. “I don’t want to be just your friend!”

There’s silence and you worry you’ve really done it this time. Your gaze is focused on the tiny logo stitched onto his sleeve, you’re unable to meet his gaze until he gently lifts your chin. “I don’t want to be just friends either.”

It’s a long buried secret come to light, a time capsule unearthed from the dirt. It’s the press of his lips and the flex of his hips and it’s all yours.

After all, what is a good lover if not a friend first?

[burkymakar]

6 & 7 from the festive with teuvo teravainen

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you” “My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on”

There was a scale as to how people enjoyed holiday cheer. You were a 10, the highest. Teuvo Teravainen was a 0. 

Which was unfortunate, because he was invited to your Annual Holiday Party.

It’s not like you hated him, not at all. You thought he was cute, just not around the winter holidays. He got all grouchy and huffy. 

You probably wouldn’t have invited him to your party for his sake, but your friend Kylie Slavin told you that he couldn’t go home to Finland for the Holidays so you invited him along. To your surprise, he accepted.

Your house was already mostly decorated, but you needed some help for the finishing touches so you invited Kylie and her family early to help set up. Again surprising you, Teuvo tagged along early.

He was not filled with Christmas cheer, but he did play with Kylie and Jaccob’s daughter Emersyn, keeping her distracted as her parents helped you in the kitchen. 

“Alexa, play the Christmas station,” You called to your device, hands dirty with rolled cooking dough as you kneaded it.

Just as “Jingle Bells” started to play, Teuvo said, “Alexa, turn it off.” 

You scowled at him. He was the one person who could drain you of that cheer. “Alexa, play the Christmas station loudly.” 

“Alexa, turn it off.”

“Alexa-” 

“Oh, please don’t start an Alexa war,” Kylie asked, laughing. Jaccob was just shaking his head while chuckling. “You’re gonna give Emmy bad ideas.” 

Okay, fine. No Alexa. But that couldn’t stop you from humming, so you created your own Christmas music. 

“Hum one more note of that song and I’ll stab you,” He said, tone still happy as he played with Emersyn so she wouldn’t catch on.

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on, or I keep humming. And I can get very off-key.”

You two stared each other down.

“Children, please,” Jaccob said, now fully laughing. “Do I need to separate you two?”

“I can play nice, but Teuvo’s naughty,” You huffed.

“Compromise. We’ll play music but not Christmas music,” Kylie said. 

You frowned. That wasn’t much of a compromise for you, but fine. It was better than fighting.

“Deal,” You both said.

Later, as the party was in full swing, you were in Host mode as you checked on refreshments and chatted with people. Your coworkers, your friends from Raleigh, and several other Hurricanes players and their families that couldn’t travel for the holidays. 

You bumped into someone in an doorway and were instantly apologetic but stopped as you saw who it was. “I’m so- Oh, Teuvo. I’m surprised you could handle all the holiday cheer.” 

To your surprise, he smirked. “I’m not a coward.”

“I gotta ask, why are you here? You don’t seem to like any of this stuff.”

“I don’t,” He shrugged. “But um... I like you.”

“What?” Your jaw nearly dropped.

“I find all this stuff silly but you cute,” He said. 

“How much eggnog have you had?” You couldn’t help but ask. 

Teuvo scrunched his nose, “None, it’s yuck. But I’m serious.” 

“Wow,” You said. “That’s a bit surprising.”

“Bad surprising?” He asked. 

“No,” You smiled. “Just surprising. The holiday cheer doesn’t put you off?”

“I could get used to it.” He said.

You smiled, but before you could say anymore you heard a loud wolf-whistle. “Ayy! Turbo! You gotta kiss, you’re under mistletoe?”

You two look up and see the mistletoe you’d jokingly put up earlier.

“Hey,” Teuvo said. “All this holiday stuff is good for something.” And he leaned down and kissed you.

[andreisvechnigod]

Here is my Teuvo drawing all finished up finally! I hope you all enjoy!

[queeniewriteshockey]

Okay but like having a self care day with Teuvo. You might have to force him into a face mask but he'll do it for you.

“Does it have glitter in it?” He asks, eyeing the packaging suspiciously. 

You freeze a little, not wanting to lie to your boyfriend, but also not wanting to tell him something that might have him backing out of his agreement. “It washes off,” you tell him instead. 

It’s not exactly a lie. The mask will wash off, and most of the glitter will, too. Besides, you’re stuck in quarantine for gods knows how long, no one is going to notice if he has a little bit of glitter on his face. If he really thought about it, someone asking if he was wearing glitter was the perfect excuse to flex about having a girlfriend. Teuvo wasn’t like that, though. He was so modest and private, it still shocked you that people knew about you. 

He hums a little, thinking over your answer and examining the small packet that holds the face mask. He doesn’t believe you, you can see it in his face so you snatch the mask away from him before he can think about it any longer. 

“Will you please just sit down so I can put this on you?” You guide him toward the chair in the bathroom. For all the questionable looks, he hasn’t put up much of a fight since you asked him to do this with you. Usually, this was something you and your friends would do, but given the situation, that’s not an option. 

“Now what?” He asks from his position on the chair in front of you. 

You run your fingers through his beautiful blonde hair and smile gently. “We don’t want the mask getting into your hair,” you tell him while you find yourself distracted by pushing his hair out of his face. You pull out one of the headbands explicitly reserved for face masks and smile brightly at his dubious look. 

He looks cute with his hair pulled back by the purple headband, it’s his color, for sure. You tell him that, too. He does look good in purple, but he’s extra cute sitting before you the way he is with a trusting exasperation on his face. You want, so badly, to take a picture, but you’re pretty sure his love for you only goes so far, and you’re reaching the end of that limit. 

“Just sit still, okay?”

His hands rest on your hips while you stand in front of him, and he nods. You lean down to press a kiss to his lips, a quick peck that he hardly has time to respond to. 

The level of concentration you employ to put the floral-scented glitter laced face mask on Teuvo is nothing short of amazing, but you don’t want to mess it up. 

“It’s cold. And slimy.” He’s not wrong, and it makes you laugh. 

“You get used to it.” 

“Yes, but why?” 

“Because it makes you beautiful. Hush, you’ll ruin it.” He listens, but the press of his lips tells you he’s not impressed with this part of the self-care. At least he’s a good sport about the whole thing. 

[kaapoincorporated]

[10:03 AM] Teuvo emerged from his room, his blond hair sticking out in all directions as he crossed the hardwood to make some tea. Soft R&B drifted through the apartment, the soft gold rays of light rippling on the soft creme coloured walls as the faint sound of the kettle harmonized in the background with the distant song of blue birds as they called out to their lovers. “Good morning.” Teuvo’s arms wrapped around your waist, his head dipping down as he pressed gentle kisses to your exposed shoulder and crook of your neck, his fingers tracing secret messages on the plush material bunched around your waist. You placed your hands gently on top of his, turning your head slightly to kiss him gently before leaning back into him. “ Did you sleep well?” Teuvo rested his head on top of yours as he hummed a reply, his response low and calming as you both stared out over the blissful quiet of the street below.

[sydnikov]

sydney i see the lack of teuvo x reader as a crime and i was wondering if you could write a sort of friends to lovers where the reader comforts teuvo after the game against tampa and they kind of end up confessing their feelings to each other? <3

A/N: You are absolutely right, this is a crime. I apologize. Here is your request to make up for it. I hope you like it <3 (And in all seriousness though, I had such a blast writing this!! Friends to lovers is such a good trope 😌 I also had to watch the game highlights to get some of the information right and all I can say after that is pain)

Pairing: Teuvo Teravainen/Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Nothin' but fluff, a bit of cursing, and mildly suggestive content

I'm okay in your arms:

Ooh, You winced as Tampa Bay scored their second goal of the night, Ross Colton firing a shot from the corner of Carolina’s zone and just managing to shoot it right past his glove. And despite your hope and pride for the Canes, for your best friend, with that scoring of the second goal you just knew this game was over.

“That one’s got to hurt,” One of the WAG’s commented from beside you with a wince that matched your frown, and the only thing you could do was nod in agreement.

Tuning out the rest of the game, you scanned the ice for your best friend, finding him and Sebastian on the bench stuck in deep, hasty conversation in what you could only assume was about trying to get those goals back. Both of them were covered in sweat - in fact the whole team was - hair dripping and cheeks flushed red, Teuvo especially looking very good from your viewpoint in a way you could only find endearing— and no, no, you were not going there right now.

In case it wasn’t obvious, you had a massive crush on your best friend; typical, you knew, though you knew from the start it would only be a matter of time before you fell for the blonde hockey player ever since you first met him.

Though despite the lingering tension that remained after your first initial meeting, you and Teuvo never crossed that line of friendship even after months of knowing each other, after weeks of you eventually realizing you were completely and utterly infatuated with the hockey player.

How could you not be? You could confidently say Teuvo - and just by association, Sebastian Aho too, as needy as he was- was one of your bestest friends, always willing to listen to you go on long rants about your day, and you in return comforting him after a loss with a warm dinner and cuddles on the couch to watch The Office on repeat. In fact, Teuvo’s apartment was practically your second home with how much time you spent there, watching his games on the television when he was on road trips or even just sleeping over because you felt like it.

Yeah, you had a massive crush on your best friend that would never see the light of day. No matter how much you just wanted to blurt it out when watching other girls crawl up all over him at bars when out celebrating a win, you couldn’t, because Teuvo just didn’t feel the same and you had to respect that, for the sake of your friendship. No matter what you felt for him, you would never let it jeopardize your relationship with your best friend.

When the horn sounded that signified the end of the game, a loss you knew would be haunting the boys for days, maybe even months after, you watched sadly as the team shuffled slowly into the locker rooms, looking just as dejected as you felt after watching Tampa Bay practically mop the floor with them.

Eventually moving to stand up with all of the girls beside you, you remained in the back of the crowd with a few of the younger girls as the security guards led you down to the locker rooms to wait for the players to come out.

“That was painful to watch,” You heard someone mumble from beside you, and you nodded in agreement as a few others began to chime in.

“There’s always next season, at least?”

“They’ll come back stronger from it. I know they will.”

The side conversations continued even when the doors opened and Jordan Staal led the team out with a somber smile, greeting his wife and kids with a big hug as the others followed. You stood on your tippy-toes against the wall, waiting for Teuvo to come out with a nervous bite of your lip. Even if they had won, you still would have ended up driving to his apartment with him, but now that they lost you weren’t really sure how the rest of the night was going to go.

Just as you were about to go join a conversation with a few other girls in conversation, the flashing of cameras that were only associated with reporters could be heard that were trying to exit the locker room, shouting various questions or statements as Sebastian stepped out looking just as stressed as he probably felt, Teuvo following closely behind with a hand running down his face.

Abandoning the group of friends, you quickly made your way over to the two boys who were being greeted by their other teammates and their partners.

“Hey,” You greeted your best friend quietly as you shuffled up next to Teuvo, flashing him your best grin of support. Based on the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly at your presence, you at least knew it wasn’t going to be a night of ranting or just plain silence.

Very quickly after that, Teuvo was saying goodbye to his teammates before linking his arm with yours and dragging Sebastian out of the locker rooms, avoiding the reporters and chanting fans from the parking lot as you made your way to his car. Like always, Teuvo had driven the both of you to the game since you didn’t want to drive in Raleigh traffic and Sebastian just didn’t feel like driving himself alone. It was a good system, one you especially didn’t want to fuck up on the off-chance you decided to confess the feelings you had buried underneath for the blonde.

Not tonight, You thought to yourself as both boys remained quiet and tense from the corner of your eyes. Normally they’d be talkative, Sebastian more so, going over the game play-by-play especially if they won— but tonight was nothing but silence, an air of sadness and disappointment filling the small atmosphere of the car until you arrived at the apartment complex.

“Remember we have those interviews tomorrow,” Sebastian managed to call out from behind you as Teuvo began to drag you to the elevator inside, you only managing to give back a hasty “I got it,” and “Bye Sepe!” before the doors closed with a thankful sigh from the man beside you.

You squinted up at Teuvo, nudging him playfully to give him any sense of normalcy before gesturing back towards the doors. “You would be lost without him always reminding you about these things, you know.”

Teuvo merely shrugged, huffing out a weak laugh as the elevator doors opened with a ding. “He understands if I’m short with him, especially after tonight.” And then things were quiet again as the both of you remembered why it was so tense to begin with— because the Tampa Bay Lightning had absolutely destroyed them on the ice, and everyone knew it.

You didn’t bother asking if he was okay when he unlocked his door and let the two of you in, and you didn’t ask either when he fell face-first onto his couch with you immediately turning on the lights to his kitchen. While you weren’t an expert at cooking, you were good enough to make a few simple meals which is what you had done prior to Teuvo taking you all to the game.

“Anything specific you want?” You called out from the kitchen, leaning over to try and peer into his refrigerator more - and really, you should probably help him organize his kitchen more, it was a mess - and only when you heard him mumble something faint from his living room did you turn around to hear him more.

“What did you say?” You peered over the counter to try and see him sprawled out over the couch, and you probably would have fallen over at his next response if you weren’t resting your arms on the granite surface.

“You. I want you-”

And… Wow— that… Sounded a lot more explicit than he was probably meaning it to be. If only the butterflies in your stomach would take the hint.

“-to turn off those lights and cuddle while we watch T.V.”

Yeah, that made much more sense, you told yourself with a strained sigh.

Shrugging, you merely huffed out a laugh before closing the fridge and turning off the kitchen lights, shrouding the entire apartment in darkness other than the twinkling through the windows. Shuffling over to where Teuvo was now on his back, you were just about to plop down next to him, but then - your heart couldn't take any more of this, really - suddenly you had a hand latching onto your wrist to drag you forward, causing you to trip over your own two feet and land right on top of Teuvo's chest.

"Was that necessary?" You scowled with little mirth, swatting at his arm when he only laughed and moved with you when you wiggled around to be pressed in-between the couch and Teuvo's side. Patting your chest with your hand, he let out a happy sigh as he gladly buried his head into the crook of your neck and his arms encircled your waist, tugging you close to the warmth of his body.

Now this, this you didn't mind, was your last thought before you rested your chin atop his head, this time taking the role of big spoon as he was practically cuddled on top of you, arms holding you so tight to him that you wouldn't be able to get up if you tried.

Not that you minded, though, you hummed as you turned on a random episode of The Office, resting both your hands on the back of Teuvo.

The television was merely background noise as you began to play with Teuvo's hair, playing with the soft strands and reveling in the gentle sighs he'd emit when you'd run a hand through his hair and massage at his neck.

"Thank you," Teuvo mumbled into your chest, head hidden from both you and the view of the television which you found ironic since he was the one who wanted to watch it in the first place. "Of course," you'd respond quietly, continuing your soothing motions for the boy on top of you.

You would have almost been worried for the hockey player if he wasn't always like this after every loss, though this time it seemed to be him needing more of someone to hold him rather than talk, which you were more than happy to do.

"Do you think we played good?" Came his weak voice muffled from the fabric of your shirt, and your heart practically broke at the frustration and sadness in his voice.

"I think you played as good as you could against a team that is 18 million dollars over their cap limit." You replied a bit too honestly, and while only getting a heavy sigh in response, you took no offense because the both of you knew it was not at you but rather the situation. Because really, despite what the Lightning did being really clever and strategic, you knew it brought nothing but dread and maybe even a bit of anger to your favorite team for having to play against them so soon.

"I think we could have done better." Came his next bitter response, though once again it held no malice, just defeat.

"That's what you say after every game. I don't think you could have played any better than you did against that team, Teukka. There's still always room for improvement, don't let tonight keep you from trying to remember that," You murmured, continuing your soothing strokes through his hair. And even though he was silent after that, you knew he heard and was taking your advice to heart like always.

Several minutes passed of quiet breathing and the soft hum of the television in the background, and it only took you a few minutes to realize Teuvo had most likely fallen asleep on your chest.

Attempting to move as little as possible, you gently scooted down the couch to where your body was no longer leaning against the pillows but rather on top of them, Teuvo's weight being a welcoming warmth rather than a suffocating furnace due to the coolness of his apartment.

Bringing your free hand up to brush against the soft skin of his face, you observed the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks so delicately, lips pouted and forehead free of worry lines you had grown so used to seeing during the hockey season. He was beautiful, and it was yet another reason you had fallen so hard for him.

Sighing heavily, you bit your lip, conflicted, but thankful for the fact that he was asleep - or was he? - so he didn't have to see the way you contemplated spilling out your guts in the safety of his darkened apartment bathed in moonlight.

Your heart broke again for the defeat and uselessness you just knew he had to be feeling after the game tonight, even when asleep. None of the team had ever taken to losing well, especially Teuvo, and even when masking his hurt and disappointment with a stoic expression you just knew he had to be feeling his worst.

Maybe it was the fact you just knew he had to be hurting and hadn't had the chance to call his mom yet for her to tell him how much she still loved him that you decided to blurt out your feelings for the blonde in the dead of night, fingers playing with the lone pieces of hair that had fallen in his eyes.

"You drive me absolutely insane, you know," You mumbled into the silence of the night, playing with the strands of his hair with your hands. "And I can't do anything about it either, because I have to be there for you as a friend despite how much I want to be so much more than that.

"It's kind of sad, if you think about it. Well, either just sad or pathetic, or just both— I should have known it wasn't going to take me long to fall for you. Maybe I'm scared to say something because you're not just you, my best friend Teukka, but you're also Teuvo Teravainen, a star hockey player everyone has their eyes on.

"Or maybe I'm just a wimp, which I think is also pretty believable, too. Either way, Teuvo, I'm just a coward who's in love with you, and I don't know when I'll gather the courage to be able to tell you, if I ever do.

"Anyways, just… Thought you should know, I guess,” You mumbled quietly. “Even if you're asleep and I might not even remember this in the morning." And with that you shut your mouth, heaving a sigh that seemed to reverberate throughout your entire being before settling back, grabbing the blanket hanging atop the sofa and spreading it over the two of you.

And maybe if you'd paid attention a little more, watched for the subtle twitch of his eyes and the tightening of his arms around your waist when you'd first spoken, you'd have noticed the way a gentle smile had spread across your best friend's lips from where they'd been hidden against your chest, a smile so knowing yet mischievous.

And when you'd fully fallen asleep with the soft pillow behind your head and the comforting weight of Teuvo pressed on top of you, if you had paid attention to his tells just a little more, you would have stayed awake for the moment Teuvo carefully extracted himself from your hold, bundling you up in his blanket and switching your positions on the couch with this time you being cradled in his hold, head resting in the crook of his neck.

You'd have seen the way Teuvo pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, whispering a soft "I love you" in the dead of night, scheming the moment you woke up so he could tell you.

Which was how you woke up that next morning, to being curled into Teuvo's couch with his way-too-comfortable blanket surrounding you, and you were pretty sure you resembled some sort of human cocoon.

Mind still fuzzy with sleep, you breathed in his scent you had grown accustomed to over the time you'd known him, burying your nose into the soft fabric without a second thought that friends didn't just casually inhale each other's scents.

But you and Teuvo weren't exactly the most typical of friends, either. You were secretly in love with him and sometimes Teuvo would say something that made you think he was flirting with you.

It was a weird dynamic, you knew.

You were eventually roused by the smell of pancakes, and by wiggling the blanket off of you to free your arms you groggily raised them above your head with a tired yawn, back cracking at the position you had slept in for most of the night.

The warm steam from a pan gathered your attention next, and you twisted around to face the kitchen where Teuvo was finishing a breakfast of nothing but sugar you were sure his nutritionist would have him murdered for.

Rolling up to your feet, you folded the blanket back up and placed it back in its original spot on the couch before making your way to the kitchen, hopping up onto a barstool to rest against the island and watch your best friend cook.

"Are you supposed to be eating that?" Were your first words of the day, and you laughed when Teuvo jumped in surprise, whipping around to face you with wide eyes.

"Probably not." Eventually came his honest response with an unbothered shrug, and he didn't even have the decency to look guilty about it, either. "But I think I deserve it after last night." And then he was frowning again, sinking into his thoughts despite having you as a distraction.

Attempting to hold any sense of normalcy for your friend, you rolled your eyes playfully and rested your chin in your hand to retort, "You'll drive both me and your nutritionist absolutely—"

And like almost coming straight out of a novel, Teuvo was suddenly shaking himself out of his head, interrupting you, and turning around to face you with such a mischievous grin it immediately made you suspicious.

"-insane?" He finished off. And normally you'd have brushed it off, ignored the way he was sometimes able to read your mind, but no, why was this giving you a sense of sudden déjà vu, and why in the hell was Teuvo smiling like that? A smile so wide and knowing yet nervous and—

Oh.

Oh.

You were suddenly speechless, smile dropping to be replaced with a gaping mouth as you struggled to find the words to respond.

Had he…? No! He was asleep! Wasn't he?

You remained frozen in your spot as Teuvo approached you, coming to stand in front of you in nothing but a loose t-shirt that did nothing to hide his muscles and an old pair of shorts, mind you.

"You—" You started, but Teuvo shook his head quickly before interrupting.

"That's what you said last night, right? That- that I drive you insane?"

And Teuvo looked so serious and hopeful all at once, blue eyes wide and running over every inch of your face which was currently frozen in shock. When you merely nodded, he was suddenly taking hold of your hands and bringing you in close.

"And— you were being honest?"

"I really don't want to talk about this right now—" You rushed out, eyes wide and cheeks on fire as you quickly tried to pull away because suddenly it was too much all at once, and you really didn't want to deal with his rejection right now.

"No, we're talking about this-"

"Teukka I really don't need to hear you say you don't feel the same, I get it, just at least let me go back home so I can suffer in peace—"

"But-" He tried interrupting, but you were already on a roll and couldn't stop.

"I shouldn't have even said anything," You moaned in what sounded like pain, head collapsing to press against the countertop so you wouldn't have to meet his eyes; but maybe if you did you would have seen the way he was biting his lip in frustration, wanting to shut you up so you could just let him speak. "Just, let's just pretend I never even said anything-" because the last thing you wanted to do was talk about your feelings that Teuvo didn't reciprocate. You wanted to run away, to avoid him, even if that was the wrong thing to do. Because you did understand, you were just his friend, and—

"Jesus christ, I love you, okay?"

You froze, your next words on the very tip of your tongue but wouldn't come out no matter how hard you tried— because he what?

"You-"

"I. Love. You." Interrupting once more, Teuvo leaned in even closer, rounding the counter to stand directly in front of you on the barstool.

"You don't have to-" you whispered weakly, and really you didn't know why you were trying to deflect his feelings, but you just knew you didn't want him to confess anything in case he just felt bad.

"You're overthinking this." Teuvo murmured quietly, looking so earnest with those blue eyes of his that were swimming with some emotion you thought you might have recognized.

"If you had listened to me before," Teuvo started once he was sure you weren't going to interrupt again, to try to avoid whatever he was saying. "You would have heard me say that I wasn't completely asleep last night, and that I really wanted to interrupt you and tell you that I had fallen in love with you too.

"You're just too stubborn," He huffed with a mildly amused grin, bringing a hand up to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen from your ponytail. "And you don't like to listen when it means you have to be, what's the word- scared? Too 'out there'?"

"Vulnerable?" you filled in the word for him sheepishly without a second thought.

"Vulnerable." He agreed with a determined nod of his head, shuffling closer to you.

"And you would know how whenever you do that thing with your lips when you're mad, that it drives me crazy because all I want to do is kiss you, but I can't because I can never figure out if you liked me too or if you were just being nice."

With every word that was escaping his lips, Teuvo was coming closer and closer, hands getting bolder and bolder as they moved from your hands to have one rest on your knee and the other reaching up to take ahold of your waist, tugging you forward with only a squeak of weak protest from you.

"And you'd know that I had stopped thinking of you as just my friend the moment you first showed up at my door with a box of lasagna after we lost that one game to the Stars without me having to call or text you. You just," Teuvo looked down for a moment, licking his lips in contemplative silence before meeting your eyes again. "You cared without me having to ask, and that was the moment I knew I wanted you in my life as more than just this.” Teuvo finished, and you were stuck frozen under the intensity of his stare as it penetrated through your entire being, and who were you to continue denying him?

“So you love me then?” Were your next words, spoken with a cheeky smile that was an attempt at hiding the way your heart was pounding outside your chest and the tomato-red flush of your cheeks. Merely rolling his eyes, Teuvo responded with a grumble that sounded vaguely like “shut up” before fully tugging you forward, causing your hands to fall against his chest to hold yourself up as you were now on the very edge of the barstool.

“Can I kiss you?” Asked Teuvo once he had you in his arms, the heavy weight a welcome warmth against your body as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek. And you wouldn’t have been able to say no even if you wanted to, not with the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.

You nodded, a breathless “yes” escaping you before Teuvo was leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, and the electrifying sparks that went off immediately at the contact were almost cliche as you kissed him back, starting slowly before it quickly turned passionate and then your hands were curling into the hair at the nape of his neck, eyes fluttering at the way he was now moving down to kiss your jaw, teeth gently nipping at the skin that left you humming and gasping out at the pleasure his intimate touch brought you, and— wait wait wait,

Suddenly you were pulling away with a breathless pant, Tevuo letting out a disgruntled whine as you pressed your hands to his shoulders to keep him at bay. “Wait, are—” You swallowed, trying to catch your breath despite the passion still burning through your veins. “Are you okay? To- to be doing this? From last night?”

Teuvo looked both flabbergasted and amused at your blabbering, mouth agape as he observed you with undulated confusion.

“Out of everything we just talked about and did you’re worried about me?” Teuvo asked with wide eyes full of both adoration and amusement, merely shaking his head with a laugh as he rubbed gentle circles on the embarrassed blush blooming across your cheeks with his fingers.

“It was a hard loss for you guys,” You tried defending yourself with a mumble, huffing when Teuvo just laughed, the loss against Tampa Bay temporarily banished from his mind now that he finally had you.

“You’re cute,” Said Teuvo with a goofy grin once he caught his breath, and then he was gently grabbing you by the waist again to bring you in closer, beginning to press tiny butterfly kisses against your neck as you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Only for you,” You grinned, kissing his cheek when he eventually let you go to grab his phone that had suddenly began to buzz from the counter.

As Teuvo answered the phone with a vaguely irritated “what, Sepe?”, you couldn't help but laugh to yourself, watching the furrow of his brow as he talked to his teammate and the curse that left his mouth once he realized the time.

“I have to get to the arena for those interviews, or whatever they are,” Said your boyfriend - maybe? - as he rushed around to turn off the stove, handing you the plate of pancakes he had prepared.

And as Teuvo was just about to exit his apartment, you suddenly jumped up from your seat and grabbed his wrist, spinning the larger man around so you could press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” You murmured, grinning when the tension left his shoulders as he heard your voice and kissed you back.

“I love you too.” With a gentle kiss to your cheek, Teuvo was waving goodbye as he hurried off down the hallway, leaving you not only just breathless, but so, so in love.

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You and Teuvo get a puppy!!

@sepeteuvo Hi! Thank you so much for being so patient. Hope I did him justice!

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so I get the impression that he’s a bit more shy and reserved about everything, but you could tell that he was excited to adopt a lil puppy with you

you would go to the local shelter, and he’d have a big smile on his face as you look at all the dogs and stuff

there are a few that come up to you and sniff your hands but they don’t seem really interested

until he walks over to a pen that has a a dog who has its paws up on the gate to greet the two of you

and as soon as you bend down the dog tries to lick your faces through the fence and its tail is wagging

and Teuvo is like “we need to see this dog”

so they let the two of you take it out the the play area, and this dog does not want to leave his side at all

and every time he bends down to pet them its like, slobbery dog kiss city over there

and naturally, he’s like “I want this one” in his quiet voice, but you can tell he’s over the moon

the pupper instantly becomes his shadow at home

whenever he comes home from a roadie they are always waiting for him at the door to do the zoomies when he arrives

they become your middle spoon, sandwiched between the two of you

and even though he’s usually pretty shy and reserved, you can still hear him baby talking the dog in Finnish when he thinks you aren’t paying attention

you get it on video one time and post it to your instagram story and everyone just DIED from cute

he’d be a good soft dog dad and trust me, that doggo would be spoiled to hell and back, even if he didn’t want to admit it

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T. Teräväinen - The Little Moments

Hi guys! This is my first ever fanfic. I have always been a reader and never a writer BUT I am use any excuse I can find to not do my homework right now. So this probably sucks but I am posting it anyways. Let me know if you love it or if you hate it lol

Word count - 440

Warnings - None

I was sitting at the kitchen island when I heard my favorite series of sounds. The click of the lock in the front door as it was opened, keys being hung on the rack, and the clunk of Teuvo’s equipment bag hitting the floor.

I was sitting at the kitchen island when I heard my favorite series of sounds. The click of the lock in the front door as it was opened, keys being hung on the rack, and the clunk of Teuvo’s equipment bag hitting the floor.

I smiled to myself as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and tucking his chin onto my shoulder.

“Hey baby, how was practice?” I asked gently as I placed my arms over his. Teuvo, let out a giant sigh as he turned his head ,nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really” he mumbled into my neck.

I turned in his arms and pressed myself into his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I lightly ran my hands up and down his back trying to sooth him.

“DO you want to cuddle on the couch and watch netflix with me for a little while? Maybe it will help take your mind off it for a little bit.” I spoke into his chest. Teuvo loved hockey more than anything, but just like anyone else who loved their job, some days were just harder than others.

“That sounds really nice.” he sighed. I pulled myself from his chest and slid my hands up to cup his face. Finally getting a good look at him, the tiredness evident in his eyes. Training for the upcoming playoff season had started and while rewarding, the exhaustion was starting to show on his beautiful face.

Teuvo stepped back and grabbed my hands, helping me from my chair. He started walking backwards towards the living room, pulling me along with him. A slight smile made it onto his lips, “Can we watch that baking show you like?” I chuckled and nodded my head. He swore up and down he hated my baking shows, but we both knew it was a lie.

I grabbed a couple blankets from the back of the chair and settled into the touch while Tuevo grabbed the remote. Starting the episode we had left off on a couple days ago, he made himself comfortable, laying on the couch beside me and putting his head in my lap. My hand made its way into his hair, playing with it idly, getting lost in the show and the comforting feeling of being close to him.

Before I knew it, Teuvo was making small little snores as he slept peacefully in my lap. I smiled down at him, love feeling like it would burst from my chest at the sight. These were the little moments that made everything worth it in the end.