#brock mcginn writing

[experiencingpenguinshockey]

authors were revealed so i'm posting about my fic for the @pensrarepairfest !!

remember us just like this forever

for my own prompt, brock mcginn/jason zucker, rated E, 18,101 words

It doesn’t take long for everyone else’s competitive nature to kick in and an underwater wrestling match to start. Brock didn’t exactly mean to do that, but he isn’t entirely sure what else he’d expect to happen if you dump a bunch of pro hockey players in a pool. Danton gets a good hold on Brock’s ankle and almost drowns him, so Brock kicks him with his other foot to dislodge him and eventually surfaces, spluttering.

“Alright there, Ginner?” Jason says, grinning. Somehow no one’s trying to kill him right now. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Brock says, and launches himself at Jason before he can think better of it.

It’s a lot of ineffectual splashing and shoving at Jason’s shoulders for a while, and somehow it ends with Jason plastered along his back, chin hooked over Brock’s shoulder. Brock literally could not tell you how he ended up like that. He thinks maybe he blacked out for a second when Jason smirked at him and grabbed his wrist at the same time. It would make sense. Anyone would lose track of time for a bit after that.

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What happens in the Bahamas...does not stay in the Bahamas. If you're brave enough, that is.

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the whole collection is here and the fics are VERY good!!

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[ID: A document. It is a list of British MPs, split into four columns and listed alphabetically in bulleted descending order.

The title "The 125 MPs who voted for a Ceasefire in Gaza, on Wednesday, 15th Nov. 2023" is at the top of the document in red writing.

The MPs listed in column 1 are:

Diane Abbott

Tahir Ali

Rosena Allin-Khan

Hannah Bardell

Paula Barker

Apsana Begum

Clive Betts

Mhairi Black

Paul Blomfield

Steven Bonnar

Deidre Brock

Alan Brown

Karen Buck

Richard Burgon

Dawn Butler

Ian Byrne

Liam Byrne

Amy Callaghan

Dan Carden

Alistair Carmichael

Wendy Chamberlain

Sarah Champion

Douglas Chapman

Joanna Cherry

Hywel Williams

Munira Wilson

Beth Winter

Pete Wishart

Mohammad Yasin

Daisy Cooper

Jeremy Corbyn

The MPs listed in column 2 are:

Ronnie Cowan

Angela Crawley

Stella Creasy

Jon Cruddas

Judith Cummins

Ed Davey

Martyn Day

Marsha De Cordova

Martin Docherty-Hughes

Allan Dorans

Peter Dowd

Sarah Dyke

Colum Eastwood

Jonathan Edwards

Julie Elliot

Tim Farron

Stephen Farry

Marion Fellows

Stephen Flynn

Richard Foord

Mary Kelly Foy

Barry Gardiner

Patricia Gibson

Patrick Grady

Peter Grant

Sarah Green

Margaret Greenwood

Fabian Hamilton

Claire Hanna

Neale Hanvey

Drew Hendry

The MPs listed in column 3 are:

Wera Hobhouse

Kate Hollern

Rachel Hopkins

Stewart Hosie

Rupa Huq

Imran Hussain

Christine Jardine

Afzal Khan

Ben Lake

Ian Lavery

Chris Law

Emma Lewell-Buck

Clive Lewis

David Linden

Rebecca Long Bailey

Caroline Lucas

Kenny MacAskill

Angus Brendan MacNeil

Khalid Mahmood

Rachael Maskell

Andy McDonald

Stewart Malcolm McDonald

Stuart C McDonald

John McDonnell

Conor McGinn

Anne McLaughlin

John McNally

Ian Mearns

Carol Monaghan

Layla Moran

Helen Morgan

Grahame Morris

The MPs in column 4 are:

John Nicolson

Brendan O'Hara

Sarah Olney

Kate Osamor

Kate Osborne

Sarah Owen

Jess Phillips

Anum Qaisar

Yasmin Qureshi

Bell Ribeiro-Addy

Lloyd Russell-Moyle

Liz Saville Roberts

Naz Shah

Andy Slaughter

Alyn Smith

Cat Smith

Alex Sobel

Chris Stephens

Jamie Stone

Zarah Sultana

Sam Tarry

Alison Thewliss

Owen Thompson

Richard Thomson

Stephen Timms

Jon Trickett

Valerie Vaz

Claudia Webbe

Philippa Whitford

Nadia Whittome

/end]

The mps the voted for a ceasefire

[dougiewonderland]

What's To Come (Brock McGinn)

(I wanted to use that gif of him with his mum but I couldn't find it in gif search and didn't feel like digging through my 12k photos on my phone)

A/N: Please don't come for me for the part about allergies making you sick, mine give me terrible post nasal drip so bad that I do get sick

A/N 2: Sorry it's formatted so poorly, mobile is an unfortunate time sometimes

Warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy

~~~

"Hey Y/N, do you want a drink?" Brock's mum offers you as she makes a couple mixed drinks for the small circle of ladies you have formed by the fireplace inside. The boys are outside having their own guy time as the ladies stay in and make small talk.

You politely decline, opting for your glass of water and hoping no one gives you an odd look at you declining to join the drinking festivities. Your hopes wither a little when you look up and see Mrs. McGinn giving you a suspecting look before passing everyone else's drinks around.

Your group talked about everything from the boys' season to how lovely it was for everyone to stay at your place for the Thanksgiving holiday--your husband's family might be Canadian, but no one will turn down the occasion to feast. You were thankful you got along with your husband's mother and his brothers' wives so well, and you all made good effort to make one another feel like part of the family. You guys kept the conversation going as the sun set through the windows behind you, but not without Brock's mum occasionally sending you glances throughout the night.

---

The next time she started sending you glances was when you woke up one morning a few days later feeling ill. Since Brock and the other boys went out fishing, his mum helped you to try and settle your stomach. You insisted that it was just something you ate or your seasonal allergies flaring up, but the look she was giving you made you know she wasn't falling for it.

A few times throughout the day she tried bringing it up and what she thought the actual cause was, but you kept changing the topic before the conversation could truly be had.

And you knew that if you wanted things to go at least partially to plan, you would have to find a new way to tell your husband before his mum found out for sure, because you knew she'd bring it up before she left next week whether or not you wanted her to.

---

"-he ever did," you catch the end of Brock's story, too busy spacing out to have caught most of what he said.

"You okay, babe?" he asks when he notices you off in your own world.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm okay, sorry. Just have something on my mind," you confess. /'Now is as good a time as ever to tell him,' you think.

"What's on your mind? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Actually, yeah. So..." you start, unsure of how to approach the subject. "You know how a few months ago we made the decision to start trying for a baby...?"

"Yeah...?" Brock answers, unsure if he should be excited or afraid.

"Well..." you say as you head into the bathroom, digging around under your sink before pulling out something and heading back to the bedroom. You hand him the white stick in your hand, a blue plus sign bright and evident in the center. "It worked," the smile evident in your voice. "I was going to wait until something special came in the mail, but your mother picked up on it quickly so I wanted to tell you before she found out."

Brock pulls you in for a tight hug before leaving a passionate kiss on your lips. "I love you so much," he mumbles against your lips.

You two stay in each other's embrace for a while until you speak up again. "Can I make a request?" you look up at Brock.

"Of course, babe."

"Can I tell your mother? She's been suspecting it and giving me looks, I think she'd be happy to hear her suspicions were right," you explain, thinking back to all the knowing looks she's been giving you.

"Sure, Y/N/N. I'm sure she'd be happy to hear it from you, too," Brock smiles at you reassuringly.

---

On your last morning with Brock's family, you and his mum end up making breakfast together for everyone. She gets the table set as you continue to cook the bacon and stir the eggs. You two enjoy a while in comfortable silence before you finally speak up.

"You were right, you know," you say out of the blue, catching her off guard. She gives you a mildly confused look before you continue. "All the looks you've been giving me, I know what they mean and you're right."

She looks at you for a second before realization hits and she goes misty-eyed. "Wait, really? I thought I was jumping to conclusions," she says with wide eyes, a smile ever growing on her face.

"You got a spark of mother's intuition, I wouldn't call it jumping to conclusions."

"Have you told Brock yet?"

"I told him last night. I was going to wait until something came in the mail but that won't come until after you leave and I wanted to confirm your suspicions before you left. Besides, there's another surprise left to tell him when the package comes anyway," you hint at and you see the look in her eyes change a little. She wants you to tell her but she doesn't want to pry any more than she has, although you know already you want her in on this. "A pregnancy test tells you that you're pregnant, but something it doesn't tell you is how many there are," you elaborate, hoping she gets the hint--and she does. Her face lights up and she pulls you into a quick hug.

"How big is the number we're talking?" she asks after you separate.

"Just two. If it were more than that I'd be freaking out a little," you joke, causing her to chuckle.

As you two fall into small talk about other topics, Brock appears behind you and wraps his arms around you, hands planted firmly on your stomach. He joins in your conversation, his mother smiling widely at everything that she just learned.

---

About a week later, your package finally arrives for your husband and you get everything prepared in a little gift box. Before she left, Brock's mum made you promise you'd record your husband's reaction to send to her.

When Brock returns from practice you have him sit on the couch to open the gift you got for him. When he sees you recording, he asks why and accepts your answer of "your mum just wanted to see," choosing not to bug you about it further.

Brock opens the box and pulls out two identical Hurricanes jerseys, both of which say "Daddy" with his number.

"Why does the baby need two of the same? To wear one while the other is in the wash?" he asks, looking at the identical jerseys.

"What if I said they're not for the same child...?" you answer from behind the camera, hoping you pick up the expression of his face when he figures out what you mean.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confusion striking his features.

"What if there's not just one baby that needs a jersey?" Brock snaps his head up to look at you, his jaw hung open. You smile in return, hoping he's on the same page as you. He lunges towards your side of the couch to embrace you, knocking your phone out of your hand and cutting the video short at the best part. To say Brock didn't let you go for the rest of the night was an understatement-- the man barely even took his hands off you to let you go to the restroom.

Watching the video back that night before sending it off to his mum, all you hear before the video goes black from his shoulder is a small happy squeal from you and both of you giggling, and you know that even though you didn't get his whole reaction on camera, you can feel the happiness and excitement coming off of him at the end.

You send the video and the last thing you see before heading to bed is a string of heart emojis from his mum, who you're certain is as happy as he is about what's to come.

[sydnikov]

ahhh i just saw ur post abt requests.....can i please get an angsty blurb/fic with brock mcginn? thank you!

A/N: This was requested way back but since our pretty boy has just been traded you can bet I’m projecting my pain through writing 😭 thank you for requesting anon it is very much appreciated!! I hope this gives you the same amount of pain that the trade has given me 😔👊

Pairing: Brock McGinn/Reader

Word Count: 940

Warnings: Nothin’ but angst

Forever a caniac:

The North Carolina sky was dark, the sun that normally brought so much light and heat smothered by the clouds. It was almost ironic how they were almost directly projecting the utter sense of dread and shock that overcame your features, that overcame your heart.

You were frozen. Stuck. Eyes wide and your voice shaky as you stared at Brock across the room who looked just as devastated as you felt.

“What?” You asked, voice shaky and tone high as the tears you were struggling to hold back threatened to break free.

Brock tilted his head back, his eyes red and shiny as he too had to struggle to keep himself together from falling apart like the hole in his chest was demanding him too. “I signed with another team. I’m going to Pittsburgh.”

Signed.

Another team signed him.

Pittsburgh.

Brock isn’t a Hurricane anymore.

The glass you’d been holding previously slipped from your hands in the midst of your shock, dropping to the cold, hard floor. The ringing of the shattering glass did nothing to cut through the tense silence you now found yourself in, and it was only then did you register the waterfall of tears running down your face.

With the scattered pieces of glass resembling the shredded remains of your sanity, it was nothing compared to the shattering of your heart as you realized how utterly fucked the two of you were.

“Why did you sign with Pittsburgh?” Was the only thing you could bring yourself to ask, voice high and pitchy as you tried to gather whatever was left of your previously in-tact emotional state.

Brock exhaled, running a hand through his hair before slowly walking towards you. “I didn’t have a choice, I…” He bit his lip, looking at you through his beautiful eyes once full of laughter now dull, shiny and dark. “Don, he… They didn’t want to take me back. They didn’t have the room and,” His voice broke off then, and that’s when you saw him start to fall apart.

“Brock,” You whimpered, raising your trembling arms up to wrap around his neck, and like a tidal wave finally reaching shore that seemed to be the both of your breaking points, for as soon as your boyfriend felt your gentle touch against his shoulders he let himself fall forward with a cry that broke your heart, and you were helpless to do anything but let him fall as the two of you sunk to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” You whispered, voice hoarse as you choked on the words. “You’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay,” But you didn’t know if you would be.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, letting your body shake with sobs as the reality set in, because Brock was moving away, he had to, and he was going up North to Pittsburgh where your job wouldn’t allow you to follow.

As ten, fifteen, and then thirty minutes passed with the two of you locked in a desperate embrace, Brock’s phone began to ring from the counter, and like waking up from a nightmare he was suddenly pulling away from your hold, your arms falling back down to your side as he hastily picked up his phone.

“Yeah,” He answered, quickly clearing his throat. The other person wouldn't be able to tell he had just been crying with you though. Brock had always been a master at hiding his emotions. As he spoke to whoever was on the other line, you shakily picked yourself up and leant against the counter, waiting for him to finish.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll book it now. Thanks, it was nice working with you,” Brock hung up the phone as he slowly turned to face your huddled form, but his voice was only a distant noise to your ears as you stared at the granite countertop.

“Babe?”

Where did this lead you now?

“Honey-”

He was moving so far away. To Pennsylvania. And you couldn’t come with him.

“Y/N, please look at me,” His voice was now desperate, but you couldn’t hear it. Not yet.

Would you have to break up?

“Hey, Y/N,” His gentle hands on your shoulders abruptly took you out of your thoughts, and you shakily lifted your tear-stained face to meet his own red eyes.

“It’s going to be okay, yeah? Just like you said,” Now it was his turn to be the nurturer, having slowly accepted the fact that he was no longer staying in Carolina while you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that his team didn’t want him back.

“But what if it isn’t?” You whispered brokenly, lips wobbling as you almost right then and there would have broken down again if not for Brock suddenly pulling you into his chest and pressing a shaky kiss to your forehead.

“It will be, because I love you, and we aren’t going to let some distance break us up,” You nodded slowly against his chest, not yet ready to meet his eyes which held acceptance for what has happened. “And the Penguins and Canes are in the same division this year, so we’ll still get to see each other and meet up.”

He was right, but your heart knew this decision to leave wasn’t. Even if he could have only partly done something to change it.

“We’re going to work this out,”

What if you couldn’t? What if when he saw how nice Pittsburgh was he decided he didn’t need you?

“I promise it's going to be okay.”

You didn’t feel like that was a good promise to make.

~

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[going-full-shmoo]

Anything about spending the holidays with Brock McGinn! :)

@likeshootingstarsinthenightsky thank u lovely 💕

Idk but I get the feeling that he’s just a really festive person?

i feel like the instant that Halloween is over he’s just like ITS CHRISTMAS TIME WHOO!

spending time with his family would be absolutely wild

him and his brothers would go out and do hockey things, even in the snow

you’d have to bring him inside by promising homemade christmas cookies and hot chocolate

which he’s always down for bc, its christmas cookies

one year you asked him to help frost and decorate some of the sugar cookies you had made

that was a mistake

it ended up with frosting and sprinkles all over the two of you and the kitchen

you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long though, because after that you realized he had snuck some mistletoe in the kitchen doorway where you were standing

overall, holidays with Brock are chaotic, but full of love

[qualitystart]

Horse_ebooks + hockey 3/?

[allie-mcginn]

Hi so I’m a lil ~drunk~ and I want to write a Brock McGinn imagine or headcannon, can somebody pretty pretty please give me an idea of what to write about for him?? I need inspiration! (It can be smut or not I don’t care)

[i-am-a-lost-girl16]

About Me!

Hi! Welcome to my chaotic mess of a blog!

For starters, welcome! I’m glad you’re here! Disclaimer this is most definitely majority a hockey blog but I’ll list other interests too!

Name: Maddy

Age: 23

Sign: Virgo

16 Personality type: ENFP

HP House: Hufflepuff

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite season: Fall (I love Halloween and do not apologize for the person I will be the month of October lol)

Favorite flower: Sunflower

Interests: Hockey, Marvel, Fear Street Movies, Mortal Instruments Series, Band of Brothers, Sons of Anarchy, Peaky Blinders, Horror Movies, Harry Potter, Shadow and Bone

I love talking to people so please come say hi! I promise I’m not a scary person!

Like I said this is mainly a blog I use a lot for hockey so pretty much everything below is pretty much hockey related!

I do run a hockey writing blog which can be found here (Disclaimer, I do not have a regular update schedule as I am in a very demanding grad program, but if you don’t mind that... Come check it out!)

Die hard team lover of:

Carolina Hurricanes

Detroit Redwings

Casual fan of:

Colorado Avalanche 

New fan of:

Seattle Kraken (Lol aren’t we all?)

Dallas Stars

I’m pretty open to exploring teams tbh, I try not to get deeply invested in more than like 3 because hockey hurts lol

Teams I do not support: 

Chicago Blackhawks

Favorite players:

Sebastian Aho, Brock McGinn, Cale Makar, Dylan Larkin, Moritz Seider, Ryan Graves, to name a few lol

Tags I will frequently use:

Canes lb, Wings lb (Trying to get into lbing those games when I can), Carolina Hurricanes, any player name, Detroit Redwings, ask/ask game

[tessisawriter]

Break My Heart (Andrei Svechnikov)

Request: Hi there! May I request an imagine with Andrei Svech where you guys maybe are like borderline dating and then you go for milkshakes after the game and he asks you to be his girl? Change it if you want! xoxo

A/N: I love this prompt, no need to change it! Thanks @sticknpuckwtheboys​ for telling me about Steak n’ Shake—I was so obsessed with being accurate about milkshake places in NC that I went into a writer’s block, but you got me out of it! Inspired by Dua Lipa’s “Break My Heart” (link here), which was inevitable since I was listening to her new album while writing this. 

Warnings: One swear word, light angst, insecurities, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 1.7k

After 15 minutes of standing in front of the Carolina Hurricanes locker room, you began to regret coming down. You felt so awkward and intimidated standing next to some of the players’ SO’s. Even though you had been dating superstar Andrei Svechnikov for almost two months, it wasn’t official yet, so you didn’t feel like you belonged.

“Earth to Y/N.” Your best friend and roommate, Katie, elbowed you lightly in the side, and you turned your head to meet her expectant gaze. “What’s going on in that maze of a mind of yours?”

“Nothing,” you brushed off her comment, “I just can’t wait for the reporters to get out of there.”

“I don’t know how to thank you for tonight. This is probably the best birthday present I’ve ever received!” Katie gushed.

You smiled for a moment before the frown returned. “I didn’t technically get it for you, you know. It was Andrei.”

“Gee, I had no idea.” Katie’s voice dripped sarcasm. “Of course it was Andrei who got you the seats. But you’re the reason I got here in the first place. If you weren’t dating him, we’d be back in the nosebleeds and my epic chirps would get lost in the vacuum.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of her spouting her mouth off earlier tonight in the rink-side seats. Katie was an avid Hurricanes fan, and instead of tuning you out, Andrei had apparently listened to you rant about not knowing what to get her for her birthday last week because he called you earlier today to let you know that the tickets would be waiting at will-call. It was incredibly thoughtful of him, but it also served as yet another reminder of the uncertainty surrounding your relationship. The two of you acted like boyfriend-girlfriend, but you technically weren’t.

Generally, you couldn’t give a shit about labels. You thrived on doing things people didn’t expect of you, like getting a purple clip-in streak for your hair when you were only 14. But this was different; Andrei was different. You were falling in love with him and needed to know if he felt the same way.

You occasionally wished you’d gone straight home after class because the minute you met Andrei at the coffee shop near campus, he had you hooked, and you feared he’d break your heart. There was no way a gorgeous superstar athlete like him could possibly be interested in someone like you. Not that you thought you were ugly, but you were introverted and often preferred books to people. None of those things seemed to matter to Andrei, which would normally be a good thing but seemed to defy logic in this case. Your insecurities were eating you alive to the point that you needed to either define your relationship or end it.

Katie snapped her fingers in front of your face, startling you. “That’s it. What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “I just wish Andrei would tell me if he sees this thing going anywhere.”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone who’s got eyes knows that the boy is head over heels for you, Y/N!”

“But he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Katie scrunched her face up in concentration, which you knew meant she was thinking of a solution to your conundrum. Her eyes flashed like a light bulb and she said, “Who says he has to ask you? Ask him.” You started to protest, but she cut you off. “It’s clearly bothering you, so you should be honest with him.”

You were about to protest again when Andrei finally emerged from the locker room with Jordan Staal, Brock McGinn, and Justin Williams. “Hey, babe.” He kissed you on the lips before turning toward Katie. “As an early birthday present, I thought you’d like to meet some of my teammates.”

Katie looked like she was going to faint. She idolized Justin Williams, was currently wearing a Jordan Staal jersey, and had a major crush on Brock McGinn that she had been trying (and failing) to suppress ever since you informed her that he already had a girlfriend. “I…” she stammered.

Jordan stepped forward and tugged on Katie’s sleeve. “Nice jersey you’ve got there. Want me to sign it?”

A grin made its way onto her face. “Yes, please! I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“It’d be my pleasure. Andrei told me your birthday’s tomorrow, and you’re his girl’s best friend, so I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around a lot.”

You paled at his words. The fact was, you weren’t Andrei’s girl, at least not really.

If Andrei noticed your reaction, he didn’t address it. “I was thinking maybe you and I could go for milkshakes at Steak n’ Shake?” he asked you.

“I’d love to, but Katie—”

“Will be fine,” Katie cut you off again. “I have the car, and Andrei will drive you home. Right?” She looked at the boy next to you, and you realized that he was holding your hand.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” he asked, mock offended. “Of course I’ll drive her home. Have fun!”

“Thank you, Andrei—you have no idea how much this means to me. And you,” she crushed you in a hug and Andrei let go of your hand so that you could hug her back. “You gave me the best birthday present I could ask for.” Then she whispered in your ear, “As a sign of my gratitude, I’m telling you: talk to him.”

You pulled away and nodded at her before taking Andrei’s hand again and walking to the parking garage.

***************

You smiled when you caught sight of Andrei returning to your table with your milkshakes (chocolate for him, strawberry for you).

“One strawberry milkshake for one beautiful girl,” he said while putting his arm around you, and you blushed.

“Thanks.” You took one sip of your milkshake and sighed in delight. “This is so good!”

“I’m glad you’re happy about something. You’ve been acting weird ever since we met up in the locker room. Did I…” he hesitated before continuing. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all,” you rushed to assure him. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see that,” he laughed nervously. “Listen, I have something I want to talk to you about, but that can wait. What’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then you remembered what Katie said to you. “You know how I haven’t dated in a while, right?”

“Yeah?” You could tell that Andrei had no idea where this was going.

“Well, the reason why was because I’d been unlucky in love. It started in high school with my first ex, who I dated during junior and senior year. We were high school sweethearts, I guess. But I went on Instagram and saw pictures of him and his ex together, and let’s just say it was clear he was cheating on me. It didn’t end well, of course.”

“I’m so sorry,” Andrei stroked your arm with his thumb.

“After that, I went to college and met my other ex,” you continued. “We dated for a year before he, too, cheated on me. That one hurt more because I thought he loved me. Instead, he broke—no, shattered—my heart. I wasn’t interested in dating when I came back for sophomore year, so I spent time with my friends and was finally happy on my own. But then I met you.” You took a deep breath. “In less than two months, you’ve managed to break down my walls and the truth is, I’m falling for you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and the realization has been a bit scary, especially when I was waiting for you outside the locker room with all of the other SO’s. It was painfully clear that they knew where they stood, and I didn’t. I’ve never been one for labels, but I have to ask: do you feel the same way about me?”

You were out of breath by the time you finished your speech. You couldn’t believe you had said all that, but the weight lifting off your shoulders made it worth it.

After a few moments of silence, Andrei said, “That’s actually what I was going to talk to you about.”

Oh God, that didn’t sound good.

“It’s far past time that I tell you how I feel. Y/N L/N, I’m falling for you, too. Will you be my girl? Officially, I mean,” he added. “I’ve thought of you as my girl for a while now, but—”

“Yes, Andrei, I’ll be your girl.” You couldn’t help it; your giddiness made its way into your voice.

“Really?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I will, silly!” You leaned in and kissed your boyfriend.

After you pulled away for air, a comfortable silence settled over you before Andrei broke it: “So now that that’s settled, I want to make a toast.” You giggled as Andrei raised his milkshake. “I knew right away that we could have something special, but these past two months have shown me just how right we are for each other. To us.”

“To us,” you echoed and clinked your milkshake glass with his before taking another sip of your milkshake. You noticed Andrei eyeing you. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just want to do this.” He leaned in and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. “Sorry, go back to enjoying your milkshake.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You are truly one of a kind.”

“So are you, babe,” he winked. It took all you had to not melt on the spot and finish your milkshake, and Andrei kept his arm around you the whole time. Nothing could ruin your good mood: you had a feeling this relationship could go the distance.

[workingforitallthetime]

I am so 🥰 at the fact that the reason tk wanted to meet nico at all stars was because nolan is 'good buddies' with him! Just a bro meeting ur bro's other bro!

don’t come into my inbox and make me reread the all star game fic. you understand that the slightest provocation will send me into an all star game fic spiral, right? please, not tonight. i have things to do. i have to make up a personality for brock mcginn. i have to decide how many russian endearments andrei svechnikov can croon to a cat before a fic collapses under the weight of its own self-indulgence. i can’t spend the evening despairing over how i will never write anything half as good as the all star game fic. don’t do this to me.

[justhockeythings-blog1]

Players

This is not a complete list, I am open to requests for players not on this list but I do ask that if you request someone and I decline that you accept that. These are the teams off the top of my head as I am trying to at least get you guys something to work with lol

PLAYERS I WILL WRITE FOR

Carolina Hurricanes

Literally anyone tbh but especially:

Sebastian Aho

Andrei Svechnikov

Brock McGinn

Martin Necas

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mo Reilly

William Nylander

Freddie Anderson

Mitch Marner

Previously I have written for Auston Matthews, but I will not be at this time.

Dallas Stars:

Tyler Sequin

Roope Hintz

Jake Oettinger

Detroit Redwings (Pretty much anyone, but if they aren’t listed here just shoot me an ask to double check!)

Dylan Larkin

Lucas Raymond

Jakub Vrana

Filip Zadina

Mo Seider 

Ottawa Senators (Bare with me on these, I am a new fan)

Brady Tkachuk 

Tim Stützle

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

Columbus Blue Jackets

Zach Werenski

Colorado Avalanche

Andre Burakovsky

Calgary Flames

Matthew Tkachuk

Edmonton Oilers

Leon Draisaitl

PLAYERS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR

Jamie Benn (I am still deciding on whether or not to keep up the one I have written for him), Patrick Kane, Jake Virtanen, I am currently not taking requests for Auston Matthews either. 

[going-full-shmoo]

ME RN IN THE MIDDLE OF STARBUCKS

Shaksjshlskana BROCK MCGINN

[sydnikov]

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Status: CLOSED.

NOTE: My prompt list for requesting is below. Please keep in mind that these tropes/prompts with or without links are merely guides, you are free to request whatever you wish.

...after you check out these links below :)

Players I write for

Blog/writing rules

Happy requesting!

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Prompt List:

NOTE: All of the links attached in this prompt section are just starters I like. You do not have to request from this list specifically or the links attached.

sidenote: The "tropes" section is separate from the "prompts" section. If you want to request a trope, it is optional to include a prompt from the "prompts" section.

Tropes:

Separate section from the Fluff & Angst Prompts

Enemies to lovers: One, Two, Three

Friends to lovers

Strangers to lovers

Soulmates AU

Established relationship

Prompts:

Fluff:

Dialogue (scroll to the "fluff" section)

Touching

Kissing

Hugs

Angst:

Dialogue (scroll to the "angst" and/or "general" section)

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EXAMPLE: Can I request #1 from the Angst Prompt list with #11 from the Enemies to lovers prompt list One for Andrei Svechnikov?

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Don't feel limited to just this list of tropes and prompts!! The ones I put down are just my personal favorites. Feel free to request anything else. (with keeping in mind my blog rules please)

Join my taglists:

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[going-full-shmoo]

Picture this, it's time to go to bed for the night. And you and Brock (McGinn) get ready for bed, and you're cuddling, and just talking about anything and everything that comes to your head. That, combined with sweet whispers of 'I love you' every once in awhile. Brock is talking about something, but he doesn't realize that you've fallen asleep. He loves when you fall asleep in his arms, and he kisses the top of your head and falls asleep next to you.

@likeshootingstarsinthenightsky this is so cute i love this. Can i have a Brock Mcginn pls I need it.

[savoies]

NHL guys I write for.

side note: thank you to @leeqianxiao for helping me figure out the outline.

*If they are in a relationship i will most likely not write for them but it depends on the request. also if they are not on this list feel free to ask*

guys i have written for/am fine writing for.

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Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras.

Arizona Coyotes

Clayton Keller.

Calgary Flames

Matthew Tkachuk.

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov.

Brady Skjei.

Brock Mcginn.

Sebastian Aho.

Teuvo Teravainen.

Chicago Blackhawks

Kirby Dach.

Colorado Avalanche

Andre Burakovsky.

Cale Makar.

Mikko Rantanen.

Tyson Jost.

Columbus Blue Jackets

Pierre Luc Dubois.

New York Islanders

Anthony Beauvillier.

Mathew Barzal.

Philadelphia Flyers

Carter Hart.

Joel Farabee.

Morgan Frost.

Nolan Patrick.

Travis Konecny.

St. Louis Blues

Vince Dunn.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner.

William Nylander.

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser.

Quinn Hughes.

guys that i'll write about depending on the request.

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New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes.

Philadelphia Flyers

Philippe Myers.

Pittsburgh Penguins

Sidney Crosby.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews.

guys i don't know much about but i'm willing to try writing depending on the request.

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Calgary Flames

Johnny Gaudreau.

Chicago Blackhawks

Jonathan Toews.

Philadelphia Flyers

Alex Lyon.

St. Louis Blues

Sammy Blais.

Winnipeg Jets.

Adam Lowry 

[allie-mcginn]

Pulled out my laptop to write some much needed Brock McGinn content. What do y’all wanna see??