#edmonton oilers blurbs

[ilyasorokinn]

Can I request Ryan McLeod loosing more of his teeth and his S/o reacting???

STICK TO THE FACE

okay, this was sent in so long ago, and it made me laugh. anyways, requests are closed, so please don't send anything in :)

tw: injury: teeth-loss

before you started dating, ryan had already lost teeth, so you were used to seeing him without teeth. and early on, you made him promise to be more careful on the ice.

you knew it was kind of an impossible promise, but it worked. for a little while. he moved his head when he saw sticks going toward his face.

you were sitting with a couple of the other girls at a game, enjoying the game and having fun. you took your eyes off the ice for a second, and on that second, a stick had flown up and hit ryan in the face, more specifically in the mouth.

the play quickly stopped when he bent over, cupping his mouth. you looked up at the jumbotron when the camera panned down to him. a trainer had come out with a towel and held it to his bleeding mouth.

he skated back over to the bench, a towel pressed to his face. the game continued but you were looking at ryan the entire time. after the period was over, you stepped out and called him.

you half expected him not to answer, but were surprised when he did, "so..."

"is it bad?" you asked, biting your nail.

"well, it's out."

"geez, ryan." you sighed.

"i tried, i just didn't see it coming."

"i can't blame you for that."

"i'll see you after the game." he said.

"i'll book you a dentist appointment." you half-joked, "i love you, and try not to take any more sticks to the face today."

"i'll try." he laughed, "and i love you, too."

again, requests are closed!

[toasttt11]

family skate

December 12, 2021

Hayden was tying up her skates for the family skate, she got to have Luke with her.

Luke got out of school only two days before but took a flight right to Edmonton wanting to spend some time with Hayden for his winter break until after Christmas and he gets to go to Hayden’s family skate.

Hayden fixed the beanie on Luke’s head, the same beanie that she also has on her head. Hayden has a pair of blue jeans and a grey thick sweater.

Hayden linked her arm with Luke as they stood up and heads to the ice, Hayden was so happy to be able to finally have someone with her at her family skate.

Anyone on the team could tell how happy Hayden was to have her little brother with her and her brother looked just as happy to be with her.

Connor, Lauren, Leon and Celeste skated to Hayden and Luke and they all gave kind smiles to Luke as they all have met him many times before.

They all talked together and of course Connor and Leon wanted to know how hockey was going for Luke.

They continued to talk talk together until one of the media team members asked for a photo of Hayden and Luke together.

Hayden leaned against Luke and they smiled at the camera.

“Aunty Hay!” A little voice called out.

Hayden smiled as she saw two year old Theo trying to skate to her, Zach was holding one his son’s hand.

“Hey Bug.” Hayden smiled happily as she bent down and opened up her arms letting Theo skate right into her arms and he snuggled happily into her warmth.

Luke had a small fond smile as he watched her with the little boy.

Hayden gave Zach a nod that she had his son and he nodded heading back to his wife.

Hayden stood back up with him in his arms, “Theo i want you to meet my baby brother Luke.”

Theo peaked his head up from where he was lying on her chest, “Your Aunty Hay’s brother?” Theo gasped looking at Luke in awe.

“I am.” Luke proudly replied he smiled gently at he little boy.

“Cool!” Theo beamed lookin excited.

“Aunty Hay huh?” Luke teased quietly, he knew how much Hayden liked the kids on her team but he didn’t know how close she was with them.

Hayden’s cheeks turned a little red, “I couldn’t stop them.” Hayden knew some of the WAG’s encouraged their kids to call her Aunty Hay.

Luke just smiled wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she held Theo in his arms, “It’s cute.” Luke was glad she was so close to her team.

Luke noticed the second Hayden passed Theo back to his parents, another kid wanted to be with Hayden. He totally understood because who doesn’t want to be with Hayden.

Luke thought it was very funny the entire time and was just glad he got to be here with Hayden. Even if Hayden’s attention kept getting stolen.

[fallinallincurls]

Vacation Eyes

because my brain never rests and i can’t be stopped, i not only found a new hockey to add to my ever growing lists of favorites but OF COURSE a fic idea followed not that far behind. this little blurb was inspired by ‘vacation eyes’ by the jonas brothers and leon’s guest appearance on this podcast where they say he showed up at all star a little “sunburnt” (yes, that’s all it took for me to start writing this).

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 1.2k

~~~~~

You’ve never been to heaven, but this has to be as close as you’ll ever get on Earth. 

The last rays of the warm sun colors the sky a beautiful mixture of orange and pinks as it sinks below the horizon and the moon rises. The beach is quiet except for the calming sound of the ocean waves hitting the shore a few feet away. Two fruity cocktails sit on a table right next to the round, oversized beach lounger underneath a big umbrella.

You’re nestled between Leon’s legs, back against his naked chest. His large hand is splayed across your bare stomach, the newly placed gold band on his ring finger glinting in the fleeting sunlight which brings a soft smile to your face. His head rests atop yours besides when he presses sweet kisses to your shoulders and cheeks. 

It’s paradise. An absolute dream. And there’s an indescribable sense of happiness and love currently filling your heart with each passing second. 

Honeymooning in Turks and Caicos had been all Leon’s idea, but you’re so glad he convinced you this was the right place to go immediately after your wedding. The bright sun and tropical temperature was a stark difference to the usual weather in Edmonton, even if it’s currently summertime. 

Since arriving two days ago, you have done plenty of things on the islands. Candlelit dinners on the beach, exploring the tourist attractions and hours upon hours tangled up together underneath the sheets. After such an amazing and romantic wedding back home where you were surrounded by both of your families and friends plus Leon’s teammates, spending the quiet time alone on the breathtaking beach is wonderful.

A content sigh escapes past your lips at the thought of the night not too long ago when you finally tied the knot. You can feel Leon smile into your hair as he chuckles softly and you intertwine your fingers with his. The gorgeous diamond ring he picked out for you on perfect display in the glow of the sunlight.

You’re married. Leon, the most incredible man you’ve ever known, let alone had the pleasure of loving, is your husband. Your husband. The concept still feels foreign to you as it’s still very new, but you couldn’t be any happier that you are lucky enough to love him for the rest of your life. 

After everything the two of you have been through together from the long nights to lengthy time apart to balancing each other’s busy lives, it’s led you to right here. And every single bit of it was worth it. 

���Leon?” Your voice is soft and for a second, you wonder if he even hears you speak.

“Hm?” He hums in response, pressing his cheek against the side of your head which makes you giggle at the feeling of his scruff against your skin.

“Do you think it’s always going to feel like this?”

“Feel like what, meine liebe?” A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the sweet pet name. My love. You’ll never get tired of that.

“Like all of this is a dream and nothing can ever go wrong because everything is just absolutely perfect.” You can feel this smile as he presses a kiss to your temple and your heart practically melts.

“Yeah, I think it’s always going to feel like this.” Leon answers honestly and you can hear the awe in every word he says.

“It’s kind of crazy we even made it here though.” The thought is out of your mouth before you realize it, but Leon chuckles. That familiar sense of happiness only he brings into your life spreads through you and you squeeze his hand as a silent reminder that this is your real life. 

“It is. But I wouldn’t trade any of what we went through to make it here because now I get to spend the rest of my life with you. That’s all I’ve wanted since I met you.”

Warmth spreads through you at his words and you carefully sit up in order to turn around and face him. Your legs settle on either side of his hips as you straddle him and the grin adoring Leon’s face can only be compared to sunshine. His hands settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin right above where your bikini bottoms rest. Your boy looks beautiful in the orange glow of the setting sun. His cheeks are a little pinker than usual thanks to the slight sunburn he’s already sporting and his hair is tousled just enough to look messy in a put together way, but he’s never looked so good before.

“Mein geliebter,” You murmur, as Leon’s smile grows upon hearing the familiar sweet words. My beloved. You cup his cheeks in your hands and lean in to kiss him with an overwhelming amount of love. “I love you so much. I cannot wait to see what our future holds together as husband and wife.”

“I love you too.” Leon replies, his voice soft and gentle. His green eyes never waver from yours which only adds to the feeling of want that’s slowly but surely building. “And let me think, I’m not a future teller, but,” He chuckles with a sweet smile before kissing your forehead. “I’d say there might be a few kids in our future, hopefully a Cup or two that I get to hoist with you, a lot more trips like this and maybe Bowie gets a new friend too.”

The brightest laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head at him. You have thought about and dreamed of all those things too. Even before you got engaged and married, those topics have been a center of many conversations over the years. And now, you’re that much closer to those dreams becoming a reality. 

Leon leans over for his drink and hands you yours as well. He places a sweet kiss to the side of your head before meeting your gaze once again. Your heart skips at a beat like it always does when the love of your life is looking at you like he is right now.

“To us,” Leon says softly, a tender smile gracing his lips.

“To us.” You respond, clinking your glass against his before you both take a long sip of the fruity drinks to finish off the toast.

“Now,” Your husband starts as that familiar smirk blossoms right before your eyes. He places his glass down on the table once again and his hands begin to wander across your stomach and thighs until they rest on your ass. “I hate to ruin the moment, but there is a balcony in our room that we haven’t properly gotten to use yet.” Leon finishes, his voice dropping a little lower and you feel the fire burning in your belly. You still can’t help but laugh at him a little though.

“You’re such a boy.”

“I’m lucky you love me.”

“You sure are.” You giggle, leaning in to kiss him again. And it doesn’t matter that you’ll eventually have to leave this gorgeous island and return to normal life that includes the usual flurry of offseason plans because all you’re focused on is making the most of this precious time with the man who will be by your side for the rest of your life.

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[2-fast-2-curious]

hi!! i’m not sure if you’re still taking audio requests or if you do them for him, but do you have any for leon draisaitl? he’s my latest hockey infatuation and i just know anything you pull would be amazing. no worries at all if not though, i understand!

I really need to hide my bias for Germans better...

Content warning: there’s a non-con mention about 18 minutes in

[M4F] I'm inescapable

[Binaural][Focus on daddy's fingers inside you][4th wall break][I want you, i want you, i want you]

Creator Reddit: u/JuggernautBrilliant2

[swissboyhisch]

HOCKEY DISCORD INTEREST

Hey everyone,

I’m curious about something. If I was to make a discord server for hockey fans. Would anyone be interested? I haven’t made it yet but I will be later today. I want to get an idea of interest

We could do watch parties, talk hockey, find others to write/edit. I know I love coming up with fic ideas but I’m not the best at writing them. Maybe people would like the constant stream of writing ideas. So much we could do.

My name is Erin, I’m 22 and from Australia so I don’t have many people to talk NHL and more with. I though this could be a fun idea to make friends all over the world who share our passion.

Would be appreciated if y’all reblog ❤️

Like, comment on the post or message me if you’re interested!

[tradetobest]

hrpf recs? 🙏

OH BOY OK. so. this list definitely leaves out some of my faves, but thats just because there are some things that i Will Not rec... like 300 of my bookmarks are private its CRAZY. anyway.

in the interest of length i will probably only be reccing 1-3 fics per ship, so this is my ao3 recs section shortened from the 78 eligible items to whatever i thought fit this list best. so. with that out of the way lets get started

sidgeno

More Things In Heaven And Earth by CloudCover (Unrated, 23.8k)

The hydrophones have been picking up nonsense for the past three days and Zhenya has had it up to here, honestly.

i must have babbled about this fic for a full fucking week to anyone who would listen after i finished it. MERMAIDS. the way their relationship develops over time. the way. the way EVERYTHING. i love this fic with my whole heart

Just What Was Rumpelstiltskin Expecting to Do with a Baby, Anyway? by withershins (T, 24.7k)

Turning to a witch to save a loved one's life is one of the riskier gambles a person can take, but it's one that's arguably noble and brave. Falling in love with the witch, though—now that's just foolish.

now if theres any sidgeno fic i have recced more than the first one its this one because OH MY GOD i love this fic so much. like .... the tumblr post its based off of is one of my favourite little blurb posts EVER and withershins captured it PERFECTLY this fic is PERFECT to me..... please read this

Clear Blue Morning by CloudCover (Unrated, 10.4k)

Zhenya is re-looping the hair elastic around Alina's braid when he becomes aware there’s someone standing in the doorway. He glances up, and his hands freeze in place. Sidney fucking Crosby is standing there, looking hesitant, with a half-empty water bottle dangling from one hand.

not only am i a sucker for kid fics i am an absolute SUCKER for single parent/hockey player fics, and this encapsulates my love for that. plus, geno's daughter is adorable in this. i ADORE this fic ive read it like 8 times.

the full version of this list is here and i would REALLY recommend checking it out because all of the fics on it are really good and i literally got a headache trying to cut it down bcs of how good these fics are ok

1634 (marnsthews)

Pull a Tavares by nationalhorribleleague (Series link, T, full series wordcount 42.2k)

Mitch Marner signs as a UFA with the Toronto Maple Leafs after seven years as an Arizona Coyote. How Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner deal with it (and fall in love).

OUGHHHH..... WHAT CAN I EVEN SAYYYY,.,,, yotes mitch to toronto and him and auston fall in love is like My Perfect Fanfic. literally my dreams come true. if you have never read this PLEASE READ BOTH FICS theyre both so fucking good

Three Loves by MycroftexMachina (T, 20.8k)

Mitch Marner: secret genius.

i used to joke about hrpf fics being super minimalist in their tagging and descriptions but holy fuck does this fic's outside understate whats on the inside. i have never felt the way i felt while reading this fic its literally insane. if you read nothing else on this list read this because the sheer emotion it evokes and the subject matter and everything to its core spoke to me on an insane level. i love this fic so much.

mceichel

LITERALLY ANY MCEICHEL FIC BY IDDAY IS GOOD. ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD READ ALL OF THEM. THIS LIST WOULD BE ALL IDDAY IF I RECCED ANY OF THEM JUST READ THEM ALL (but particularly you can make me a drink, take it offline, camera flashes make it look like a dream, with abandon, no other shade of blue but you, and out of the blue) READ ALL OF THOSE TRUST

Part of Me (Pours out of You) by crankyrage (M, 14.2k)

“I don’t know if you’ve heard but Edmonton Oilers’ Captain Connor McDavid is using your last single as his goal song this year,” the interviewer tells him lightly. “I’ve seen,” Eichel smiles at him charmingly. “I write songs for people to cry to at 1AM, so I’m not really sure if he understands what that song’s about.” (Or, Jack's an international, grammy-winning pop star, and Connor's, well, Connor.)

once again i fall victim to my own nonhockey/hockey tendencies, but this fic is worth all of it and more. i AM crazy about popstar jack and the entire plot of this fic. please read this

Some People Watch Golf on TV (and Neither of Those Things Make Sense to Me) by crankyrage (T, 40.4k)

His relationship with golf is probably one of the most complicated in his life. He loves it. Breathes it. Lives it. Gives everything to it, and the only thing he gets in return sometimes is rejection and this pain to carry around to remind himself that he’s a failure – that he’ll never be what they say he could be. And yet, no matter how much golf rejects him, makes him hate himself, makes him hate the world, hell golf even took his best friend from him, he always comes back. It’s almost like an addiction. So, Connor loves golf. Would die without it, probably. But, at the same time, sometimes not only is it not rewarding, it isn’t fun in the slightest. (Or a PGA Tour AU that no one, truly no one, asked for)

I ASKED FOR IT. I DIDNT KNOW I ASKED FOR IT IT BUT I DID AND IT IS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND OHH. THIS FIC LITERALLY ALMOST MADE ME WATCH GOLF. in all seriousness, i have blabbed about this fic so much anyone who knows me irl would probably roll their eyes but its just so good, such a good exploration of learning to love and just. god. read this

the ghost you're dressed up as by brockachu (E, 36.7k)

Jack thinks he made his own dream boy. Jack thinks he made his own nightmare. "The whole house creaks, long, drawn out, groaning, like some sort of creature calling in the night. Maybe old houses just can’t help being old. Connor leans into Jack’s left side, runs soft lips up the curve of Jack’s ear, whispers not-words that Jack can’t process. The hum cuts out. The groaning snaps off. There is no sound. No Connor."

a MASTERFUL exploration in how writing can be used. literally one of the best pieces of literature i have read PERIOD. i have never been a big fan of horror OR non-linear narrative but this fic does both AMAZINGLY and in such a way that i can and will talk about it all the time. READ THIS FIC.

mcstrome (plus)

The Next Next One by yourblues (M, 71.2k)

No, Dylan has not picked up a copy of the book, nor does he plan to anytime soon. No, he has not talked to Connor about it. He hasn’t talked to Connor about anything in a long time, but the media does not need to know that.

oh my god. this fic got recced to me and i didnt read it and shoved it in my marked for later and it kept like, popping up to haunt me and finally i said fuck it and read it and OH MY GOD ITS SO FUCKING GOOD!! nevermind that im insane abt the 2015 draft class this fic is just SO GOOD its insane. read this because op did SUCH a good job i cant even describe it

nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy by orphan_account (T, 14.4k)

The thing is, Dylan and Mitch and Connor used to be in a band, in high school. They were a fucking trio, like Blink-182: Mitch on drums, Dylan on bass, and Connor on guitar. They called themselves Ten Minute Misconduct, and they fucking ruled. They sold an unprecedented 40,000 copies of their first album, which was out before they’d even graduated high school, and they went on legit tours and had legit fans. Brothers for life. They were gonna conquer the world together. And then, two years ago, Connor abandoned them. (Or, sometimes you just have to bury the hatchet. The Pop Punk AU.)

the second in a series that has a benneguin prequel that is also very good!! i LOVE bands . and my bandom history made me read this and NO REGRETS i loved this fic so fucking much. if you love bands and warped tour and like. that sort of Vibe please read both fics in this series

Heart Duplex by jamesiee, solarperigee (T, 15.6k)

“Oh, shit,” Dylan laughs, pointing at the screen. “What about this guy?” The description is objectively bad and Dylan has to bite his lip to keep a straight face while Connor reads it. What up I'm Mitch I'm 19 and my best friend fuckin ditched me to get a place with his hot swedish boyfriend so I need someone cool to make him jealous Must be chill w hockey (leafs 4 lyfe) gays (dick 4 lyfe) and video games (fortnite 4 lyfe) NO LIZARDS THEY SCARE ME “Oh my god,” Connor whispers in the flattest voice possible.

this is the plus in mcstrome plus because this is mitch/connor/dylan!! it is FUCKING HILARIOUS and amazing and beautiful and just. the vibe is excellent. i have reread this fic so much and it gets better literally every time because its just that good. insane.

mattdrai

liebe geht durch den magen by lighthousetowers (T, 6.2k)

All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession. Matthew holds up a potato peel broken in two pieces. “And just remember, if it doesn’t work out perfectly, that’s fine. It’s all about practice and trying and enjoying the process. Perfection isn’t a prerequisite for being liked. Just look at the Oilers."

this fic unironically singlehandedly got me into mattdrai. literally SO good i have read it so many times. and another nonhockey/hockey au. you know me.

ambigous middle area between mattdrai and mcdrai. mcmattdrai

(Get a Torch and a Flame and) Burn the Path You Want by Linsky (E, 80.2k)

If there’s one thing Leon knows, from the very beginning, it’s that Connor McDavid isn’t for him. If there’s a second thing he knows, it’s that Matthew Tkachuk is a grade-A asshole.

common linsky banger. i LOVE the wolfverse and these three in this fic are jus SOOOOO,..... GAWD. like i ate it up like fucking . pasta with butter. and i LOVE pasta with butter.

mcdrai

if we make it through december (we'll be fine) by softnoirr

“Are you uh,” Connor takes a breath, “Are you doing anything for Christmas?” Leon pauses. Or: Connor and Leon go home for the holidays, break up, and come back together, just not precisely in that order.

WHO BRINGS THEIR EX TO THEIR PARENTS PLACE FOR CHIRSTMAS. connor mcdavid, thats who. and it makes for some EXCELLENT FIC. i lovelovelove this one so much

j,. jamie and trevor?? ship name. 611???? what are they called

There's Gold in Them There Hills, or Alchemy for Dummies by CitrineDaydream (E, 43.2k)

Jamie Drysdale is a witch. Well, a witch-in-training, out on his final journey to prove himself-- a pilgrimage to put himself through the seven steps of Alchemical Process. His contentious spirit guides have sent him across the continent from Ontario to California to find something that they refuse to reveal to him. Trevor Zegras is a rookie ranch hand, leaving New York for the freedom of the West. Far from home, he's still kept up with his families traditions and the ways they work with nature for prosperity and protection. He is absolutely, definitely not a witch. Jamie is at least intuitive enough to know the gold he seeks isn't literal metal, but that's about as far as he trusts his instincts, and that's the majority of the problem. When his spirit guides freeze him out in an attempt to foster his intuition, the goofy cowboy seems to be the best bet he's got to unlock his path to growth that he can't seem to find to on his own.

this started my cowboy kick literally this fics fault its CRAZY. i dont even. know how to describe how much i fucking loved this fic its so good PELASE read it if you love cowboys or witches OR if you have eyes. 10/10

AAND THERE WE GO!! or at least. i have to stop because i ran out of open ao3 tags and the site has stopped working. please enjoy when you can anon!! and if you want somethign specific just lmk

but also there is this one elias pettersson/brock boeser or however you spell that fic and i literally know NOTHIGN about these guys but this fic was so good ask if interested because i am interested in introducing others to it

[yourfavewriteress]

check you out (part 6) | connor mcdavid

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Teaser: "Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

Your week had not been going well. It was only Tuesday, yet you were approaching your final breaking point. Your exam for one class was on different chapters than you had anticipated, your exam in another was harder than you could have imagined, and you received a not-so-nice score on an essay worth forty percent of your grade in a third class. It felt like your entire schedule was laughing at you day after day.

Although you spent the week buried in books, it felt like your efforts were for nothing. How the hell am I going to come back from this?, you thought.

But, that wasn't all that you had in your path. The icing on the cake was Connor telling you he would be out of town for two whole weeks, leaving for a team trip. They would be spending the time at a new training facility, their coaches citing it as a chance to work in a different environment, minus all potential distractions. Of course, they paid him more than enough to steal him for two weeks, but why now?

You didn't let him know how terribly timed this trip was, or how you felt your heart shatter in your chest after the words left his mouth. It wasn't like he had a choice, or that you would never see him again. You were sad that you wouldn't be able to retreat into Connor as you had gotten used to. You were sad that you couldn't rely on him to hold you so you fell asleep in a reasonable time rather than toss and turn through your anxiety-ridden thoughts.

You felt like you were being irrational, wanting him to stay so bad. It was selfish.

You were quieter than usual this night, but Connor didn't think too much about it. There was a movie playing, so he didn't expect you to be talking much anyway.

But really, you were holding back tears.

Your first resort when you were this upset was always to cry. You cried earlier before you saw Connor, and yesterday in the shower. Crying wasn't a big deal to you, you knew it helped you feel better after. Still, you didn't want Connor to see you cry. Especially when he was part of the reason why.

Connor still had you wrapped in his arms, your back against his chest as you both faced the TV. You did your best to shut your mind off and enjoy the feeling and smell of Connor. This was one of the last nights you would have with him, and you didn't want it tainted by your mess of emotions.

He absentmindedly drew shapes on your stomach where his hand was sprawled. Lasting almost an hour more than usual, you managed to fall asleep on the couch with him.

He sighed when he noticed, kissing the back of your head gently so he wouldn't disturb you. I'm gonna miss this, he thought. Connor was just as torn as you. He had a job to do, one he was on contract for. And, one that he was always happy and motivated to excel in.

With you in the picture, however, everything was more complicated. He didn't like the travel aspect of his job as much anymore. He didn't enjoy the lack of privacy or the limited free time, even just from the team staff. Once they found out you had attended one of the games, Connor was getting bugged daily about making you a regular and inviting you to team events.

This was all a nuisance now. All because they got in his way of spending time with you undisturbed. It was unhealthy, really, how much he thought about you and wanted to be with you. The closer you got, the happier he was.

He wasn't really watching the movie, his mind racing with all the different changes he had experienced this past year. He no longer only thought of himself, it was always Connor and Y/N. Even his grocery list started to be influenced by your favorites and not just his. When he was deciding if a night with the guys was happening, he always factored in your schedule, and if it was a better night to spend time with you than others. He would drop almost anything for you because he knew your schedule was just as busy as his.

Yet, he couldn't say no to this trip. And that was the problem: work would always trump what either of you wanted.

You could hear the quiet hum on the TV as you opened your eyes a few hours later. You looked around, noticing that you were in a different position than you remembered. You were laying on your stomach, which would never be possible if Connor was still beside you.

“Con?” You mumbled, slightly stretching and nuzzling you face into the pillow.

“Right here, baby,” You felt a squeeze to your calf. You sat up on your elbows, seeing Connor sitting with your feet in his lap. 

“What time is it?”

He looked at his watch, “9:30. Did you have a good nap?”

“Not really,” You mumbled, laying back down. Connor moved your legs from his lap before sliding between you and the back of the couch again. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You loved that he never hesitated to be wrapped around you now. You hadn't even been awake thirty seconds, and now you were engulfed in his arms. How are you ever going to get used to this?

“Was it too short for you?” He asked, laughing. 

“I feel like I could sleep for weeks,” You said, tangling your legs with his. “What have you been doing?”

“Watching games,” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” You sighed, closing your eyes again.

You could feel Connor chuckle as he spoke up again, “Do you not sleep at night?”

“It is nighttime,” You smiled into his shirt.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep,” He mumbled against your head. "We should head to bed, then."

"Did I ruin any plans?" You yawned.

"Of course not," He answered, squeezing you in his arms. "There were no plans, just you."

You leaned your head up to kiss his pulse point. "I hate that you have to leave for two weeks."

"I know," He let out a sigh. "But, it'll go by fast and I'll be back."

"Can you carry me upstairs?" You smirked. You could feel him roll his eyes as he sat up.

"You're also a pain in my ass, baby," He said, using the remote to turn off the TV. "You're lucky I like it."

"So lucky," You teased.

"Shut up," He laughed. Unannounced, he slid his arms under you and pulled you into his arms. You gasped, grabbing for him to anchor yourself.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You could have warned me."

"You wanted a ride, I'm giving it to you. I can put you down, no problem."

"Has anyone told you how much a brat you are?" You mumbled into his neck.

"A few people, actually," He laughed. He carried you up his stairs and into his bedroom.

"Bathroom, please," You requested. Connor obliged, letting you down at his bathroom door.

"Your highness," He joked.

"Thanks, baby," You smiled.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "Don't take long."

You did. To be fair, you finally remembered to bring each step of you nighttime skincare routine, something you always failed to do. It wasn't absurd, maybe 12 minutes of steps, but Connor would never understand. He only washed his face and then dried it with a towel...

"Babe," You could hear him groan from his bed.

"Just a second," You rolled your eyes in the mirror. Finally, you put on your moisturizer before tucking everything back into your bag. You changed into your PJs for the night, one of Connor's old boxers, and your old T-shirts.

“You look cute,” You heard Connor say from his bed once you turned off his bathroom light. You rolled your eyes as you put your clothes in the laundry hamper.

“Shut up.”

He laughed, “What? I’m being serious!”

“I told you not to say anything about how I look before bed,” You replied.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why. You look cute, you always do,” He responded.

Sighing, you slid into his bed next to him. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just an asshole, so I don’t know what you want me to say” 

He laughed, reaching over to pull you to his chest, “You know I’m serious. Every time I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it."

You cuddled into his chest, both of you enjoying the silence for a few moments. You were just beginning to get used to having Connor around for your routines. One time, he sat in the bathroom just to watch you do every step. Now, he settled for waiting from the bed and rushing you. It felt incredibly domestic. Things with Connor had been starting to feel more and more like this as time went on.

You loved this trend, because you were finally getting the true experience of having a boyfriend. In your past, you had always been the one giving more and feeling more. But with Connor, he was just as invested as you.

That's why, the next day when you had hit the peak of your anxiety, your first instinct was to find a corner and call Connor. He had left you at his place for early practice, and now you were at your school's library because you couldn't focus anywhere else.

You studied for a bit, and then took one of your online exams... which went terribly. It took everything not to slam your computer close and scream. Instead, you slowly closed your laptop, picked up your phone, and moved yourself to an empty stairwell.

You went to your recents, which surprisingly was only Connor and family. Dialing his number, you leaned back against the wall.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Con,” You bit your lip. “Are you busy?”

“I’m at the rink, so a little,” He responded. “Why? What’s up?”

“I just had a tough morning and wanted to talk,” You mumbled. “I just failed my test. I studied so ha-”

“-Wait, I’m sorry. I really can't stay on the phone, I’m with the team,” He cut you off. “Can I call you after practice?”

You paused, “Uhm, okay? I didn’t even finish my sentence.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He breathed, sighing after. “I have practice soon, and I really have to focus. They’re counting on me here.”

“Mhm,” You nodded, although he couldn’t see you. You were doing your best to hide your disappointment because it really wasn't his fault, but add another point to the world against you. “Sorry I called.”

“I don’t want you to be upset with me,” He responded, pausing for a beat. “I want to talk to you, I want to help, but I can’t right this second, especially if it can wait.” You could wait.

“Understood,” You mumbled.

He sighed, “Can we talk when I’m done with practice? Please? I want to be able to give you my full attention.”

“Sure.”

“Baby, I can hear it in your voice, I know you’re upset,” He said. “I'm just not in the space or environment right now to give you the attention you deserve and need."

"You have no idea what I need, Connor. You're not even listening."

He let out a deep sigh, and you were sure he was probably scratching his head about what to say to not make things worse. "Y/N, please."

“When you go through your shit with hockey, I’m always there and I listen to everything you say to me. You’ve called me while I was slammed with work or assignments before and what did I do? I gave you time to vent. I tried. You barely did that and for once, I actually just needed my boyfriend to listen. But of course, hockey comes first. Have fun at practice, Connor. I guess I’ll talk to you after, like you said.” 

You could faintly hear him say your name as you removed the phone from your ear and ended the call. Well, that's not what you wanted.

Your phone buzzed seconds later with a text from him.

Connor: I'm sorry. I don't want you to be upset. I'll come over right after I'm done, I promise.

You were so over it.

You went back to your desk, gathered everything, and headed back home. When you got to your bedroom, you dropped your stuff at your door before laying face down on your bed until you settled in for a nap.

As you lounged on your couch later that day with Netflix playing on the TV, your phone buzzed from the table.

Connor: Are you still home? 

You sat back, locking your phone. Minutes later, it buzzed again. 

Connor: Can we talk? Please

You: I’m home

Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your door. You got up, opening it.

“Did you text me after you got here?”

He nodded, his hands in his pockets. “I literally just left practice, I haven't gone home yet.”

You stepped aside to let him in. As he took his coat off, you walked back over to the couch, laying back down. Connor came over, sitting by your legs but facing you. “Can we turn this off for a second?”

“Why?” You kept your eyes on the screen but you could feel his staring at you.

“Baby,” He said, softly. “Please.”

You reached for the remote, pressing the power button. You sat in silence for a few moments before Connor spoke again.

“Ever since I was six, my life has been hockey. I’ve never cared about anything as much, and I’ve been fine with that. It’s brought me a lot of success and it makes me hap-”

“-I get it,” You cut him off. “You love hockey, and hockey loves you.”

“Can we, just..?”  He huffed before gently pushing your legs off of the couch and moving closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, shifting on the couch so you were sitting up.

“You’re pissed, and I deserve it. But, I’m trying to talk to you and I can’t do that if you're not even looking at me.”

“I can still hear without looking at you,” You mumbled. “And, I’m not pissed.”

“I don’t know how to be someone’s boyfriend,” He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I know it’s common sense, and I’m trying but I fucked up today. You’re right, I could have at least given you five minutes, and I’m sorry for that. I had the coaches in my head and I was being a fucking idiot. You’re supposed to be able to call me whenever something happens, and I’m supposed to listen. I want to listen. As important as hockey is to me, so are you and I know I need to do a better job of showing that.”

You didn’t say anything as he looked at you. You got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to pull out the wine bottle from your fridge. Connor followed you, sitting at the counter. 

A few hours after your phone conversation, you realized you bit Connor's head off, not because of anything he did, but moreso the combination of circumstances that pushed you to call in the first place. He was working, he had the right and reason to cut the call short.

“You have always been there for me whenever I was going through something and you didn’t deserve me shutting you down like that. I’m really, really sorry.”

You filled a glass with wine, looking over at him. “Do you want one?”

“Babe, seriously,” He said. “We have to talk about this.”

“I heard everything you said, Connor.”

“Can you come sit?”

You sighed, bringing the bottle and glass with you to sit next to Connor.

“What happened today?” He asked softly, pulling you chair closer to his. 

“I spent the whole day crying, Connor,” You responded, looking over at him. “The entire day. And, I thought that calling you would help but it just made everything worse. I’m exhausted, sad, and just over it.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?” 

“Not at all,” You took an embarrassingly large sip of the wine.

“Can I stay?” He searched your face. “Or, do you want me to leave? I would understand if you did.”

“Please stay,” You whispered. You didn’t expect your voice to fail you, but Connor caught on as his shoulders fell. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. This is what you needed. You called Connor that morning because in a matter of seconds, he could make you feel better. Having that backfire made your problems even worse, but now, finally having him exactly where you needed him, you didn’t even care about this morning. 

I’m fucked, you thought, as you relaxed into him almost immediately. How can one person make everything better, even after a major failure? 

Besides this morning, Connor always made you feel safe and heard. You didn’t know how you had never experienced this with your exes, but you wouldn’t mind never having to give this up. 

“I’m sorry that you had a bad day,” He mumbled into your shoulder after a few moments. “And, I’m sorry I made it worse and was such a dick.”

“I forgive you.”

He pulled back, making you look at him. “Never again.”

“I shouldn’t have called you at practice, anyway,” You responded, reaching for your glass again.

He shook his head, “That's not true. You can call me whenever you need me. I was in the wrong today, not you. You needed me and I wasn’t there.”

“It’s fine,” You said. After taking another sizable gulp, you set the glass back down and looked back at him. He was already looking at you, like you had guessed.

“What do you want to do?” He asked softly, moving the hair that had fallen past your face. 

“Cuddle,” The barely audible word was loud enough as Connor smiled.

“I can definitely do that.”

"And, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I should have known that calling you at work would not bode well."

"You were having a tough time," He started. "I'm your boyfriend, you have a right to call me, even if I was on the ice. I can't guarantee that I'll answer, but at least I'll know I need to call you back. I don't want you to stop yourself from asking for me and my time. I want to know what you need so I can give it to you. I didn't give you that chance to tell me this morning, and that wasn't okay."

"I feel like I should be doing more apologizing."

"Well, I'm not gonna let you because you don't have to apologize anymore," He said, standing up. "Let's move back to the couch."

He grabbed the bottle for you, and you followed him to your living room. He placed the bottle on your coaster before disappearing back into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a beer in his hand.

You didn't even like beer. But, once you noticed how Connor's home bar was filled with this particular brand, you made sure to always have a pack in your fridge for him. You smiled to yourself, for the first time that day, simply because you were reminded how much Connor had taken over your life, in all the best ways.

"What?" Connor couldn't help the smile that was fighting its way onto his face from your expression. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he got comfortable in his spot on your couch.

"I hate beer."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm well aware."

[savoies]

telling your boyfriend you want a baby ft. team canada.

a/n: what team canada is most likely to say as you send the text of "i want a baby". let me know if you want one of these as a full on blurb. also thanks to @three-headed-monster for the help.

jamie drysdale:

jakob pelletier:

peyton krebs:

bowen byram:

dylan cozens:

braden schneider:

kirby dach:

dylan holloway:

quinton byfield:

ryan suzuki:

[dearbarzal]

for when he wins - connor mcdavid

henlo, this is my first headcanon!!! i originally wrote this for my friend clary after her man scored a hatty during the game against jets and i got overexcited. i hope i’m doing this correctly lol

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language, slight nsfw

you were surprised when your boyfriend texted you that he’s coming home, he was supposed to stay on the road for the next four days

but your excitement drowned your confusion. connor just had his third hat trick this season, and you’re more than proud of him after how bad his last game against the canadiens went, not to mention violent and brutal

you grinned at the memory of what the two of you did after the said game

he brought his pent up anger to your bedroom—no, actually your couch first. and then the bedroom. but you made sure to talk to him about your concerns

he said sorry and spooned you and treated you like his queen as he should afterwards

now they handed the jets’ asses to them. maybe rough sex is really what he needed

you turned the tv off after the game ended and went to your bedroom, walking straight to your bathroom and picking up some candles from the cupboard

you rarely do this, but you thought that connor deserves a reward for being the best player and the best boyfriend ever

you just finished preparing when you heard the front door open. then the sound of his voice that always woke up something inside you. “baby, i’m home.”

you tangled the ribbon of the robe you’re now wearing before walking out to meet him

he smiled when he saw you coming barefoot with an unintentional messy hair. for him, it still feels surreal to be coming home to you. no matter how sore his body was after the game, everything feels better with the sight of you

you equaled his smile before tiptoeing to reach him for a hug, and damn his height, you cursed softly

he chuckled before leaning down to you and kissing your neck. and then your lips. he lingered there, giving you small, soft kisses like he’s been on the road for a year

“you did really well today, love. i’m proud of you.”

“that was for you.”

“uhuh?” you smiled sweetly. you have planned out everything that will happen for the rest of the night. but your boyfriend just had to pull you out of your thoughts with another kiss. “come with me.”

you lead him to the bathroom where the warm water was already running. you set up candles and scents and everything that made the bathroom peaceful and calming

you looked at him and found his mouth slightly opened in surprise, taking in everything that you prepared. you kissed his jaw and his eyes moved to you with adoration

“strip, love.” you smiled at him

he didn’t hesitate before pulling off the shirt he’s wearing. you helped him a bit until he’s completely naked in front of you

not a second later, he pushed you against the bathroom wall and dipped in to your lips

you raised your eyebrow, silently reminding him of the little talk you had about aggression and post-game roughness

he smiled and said a small sorry before making his way to your lips again, but you pushed him slightly and shook your head. this wasn’t what you planned

“save the rough sex for when you lose, babe. i’m going to take care of you tonight.”

you pulled him towards the tub but he didn’t bulge. instead, he tugged you back. he switched off the water and lead you towards the shower. you tried resisting him but he shushed you with another kiss. seriously, this man knows your weakness and would gladly use it against you

“no, no. tonight, i’m the one to take care of you. because you are the best. the best girlfriend, the best best friend — don’t tell leon i said that — and i’m so over the fucking moon just thinking that i’m the one with you right now. i mean it, baby. you could have anyone you wanted, but you had me. i don’t know what i did in my past life to have you in this.”

you stared at him in awe. for some reasons, you had the exact same thoughts earlier. that’s why you did this in the first place

his hands traveled to the ribbons of your robe before whispering to you, “may i?”

you nodded. he tugged it and let it fall. he discarded your robe and tossed it away, giving you another passionate kiss before turning the shower on

water dripped onto your head, down to your shoulder blades. connor kissed every part of your body that was touched with water

but that was only that. he reached for the soap, made foam, and lathered it in your body. you tried doing the same for him but he swatted your hands away. “i’m babying you tonight. not the other way around.”

so you resorted to occasionally kissing him whenever you got the chance. his chest. his chin. his jaw. he was so focused on your body that his forehead was scrunched. you found it adorable and kissed it too

he then proceeded to shampooing your hair. he lathered and massaged your scalp, making you close your eyes because of how good it felt

you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with pure adoration. you couldn’t help but lean forward and reach for his lips. he didn’t swat you away, this time, and kissed you back

“i love you, you know that?” you murmured

“yes, but not as much as i do.”

eventually, he let you do the same for him. you massaged each other’s scalp and body, with the occasional— no, frequent making out in between. but it doesn’t go farther from that. intimacy doesn’t always mean sex, and both of you understand that

in the end, you rinsed and put on a new robe. you stepped out of the bathroom to sit on your bed. connor leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, looking at you intently while still half naked

his brows suddenly creased as if he remembered something

“i don’t agree with the whole ‘rough sex’s only for when we lose’, babe.”

“yeah?” you grinned, because he really looked so hot and bothered now

“i don’t think the team will appreciate it when i purposely mess up just so i could have you,” he said again. you shook your head while chuckling. but his face remained serious. “we have to do something about it.”

he removed the towel covering his lower body and walked towards you, removing your robe and pushing you towards the bed. he kissed you passionately. one look and the both of you know what’s about to happen next

maybe rough sex is for when he wins, too

[youngbeezer]

May i please have a hurt/comfort fic with jujhar khaira? Like the reader got yelled at by their boss and is upset about it? That man is so damn beautiful and I want him to COMFORT ME DAMN IT 💀

A/N: oh my gosh anon im so sorry this literally took me forever to finish. life has started to catch up to me a little so i havent had much time to write (also had very little motivation), but here it is,,,

thank you for requesting, i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1177

Warning(s): curse words, toxic work environment, i also dont know that much about jujhar so i hope i portrayed him okay!!!

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I try to hold back on the lingering tears that threaten to spill out as I make my way back to my office cubicle. I just got out of one of the worst meetings I think I have ever taken part in. My boss gave me a total chewing out in front of some of our higher board members, totally embarrassing me and making me look like a horrible employee. He also gave me such an unrealistic expectation for an assignment that he wants me to have finished by tomorrow morning.

Once I tried explaining how unreasonable that was (in the most polite way possible), he then went on to go around the entire table and point out how much better every other employee is compared to me.

So yeah. My day’s been complete shit.

The thing is though, my boss is just a sexist, misogynistic man. I work my ass off every single day I am in this office, finishing all my work on time, putting in extra hours, and even making stupid coffee runs for the board members (filled with all men). But nothing I do seems to make my boss happy.

I shield my face with my hair when my coworkers walk past me. I can hear their hushed whispers and feel their judgmental stares piercing through me. I let out a huff when they walk away and start counting down the seconds until I get to leave this hellhole.

And as soon as that clock hits 4:00PM, I grab my purse and practically sprint out of there.

When I get far enough away from the building, the waterworks begin. And they don’t stop even when I pull into the driveway of the apartment I share with my boyfriend.

And it seems like the tears blurred my vision enough that I totally didn’t notice that Jujhar’s car was in the lot, since as soon as I opened the door I am startled to find my boyfriend lounging on the couch.

It seems as if I alarmed him as well when I unintentionally slammed the door behind me, since he’s immediately making his way to my side.

“What happened?!” Jujhar panicked, grabbing a hold of my tear stricken face to make sure I wasn’t hurt at all.

A little scowl crosses my face when the thought of my horrible day passes through my mind again. “I hate my boss.” I pout out.

Jujhar’s face hardened at my words before he questioned, “What did he do this time?”

“He completely embarrassed me in front of all the board members and made me look like a worthless employee.”

“What a dick.” I hear Jujhar mutter underneath his breath. He squeezes my shoulders reassuringly before leading me into our bedroom. “Why don’t you get changed into some comfy clothes and come back into the living room and we can talk a little more about everything. Or we could just watch a movie or something if you aren’t up to talking.”

I bring him into a much needed hug and sigh contently in his arms. “Ok. I’ll be right out.”

Jujhar gives me a reassuring smile as he makes his way out of the bedroom to let me change.

After changing into a pair of sleep shorts and one of Jujhar’s Oilers sweatshirts, I make my way back into the living room and flop down into the seat next to my boyfriend. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer into his body.

“Wanna talk about it?” He cautions, running his fingers gently across my back.

I let out a sigh and relaxed forward into Jujhar’s body before responding. “I just don’t know what to do. Nothing I do is ever right and I feel like I am just wasting my talent since it’s obviously not appreciated there.”

Jujhar lets me go on my little rant and waits until I am fully finished to respond. He makes sure to look me directly in the eye when he voices out,

“Fuck them.”

I can’t help but let out a little snort at my boyfriend’s abrupt answer. He laughs along a little before sputtering out, “I’m serious! If they can’t see how amazing and hardworking you are, then fuck them. Seriously babe. You are the smartest and most beautiful woman I have ever met, and you do not deserve to be treated like that and have your talent be wasted away in that hellhole.”

I rest my head on Jujhar’s shoulder and question out, “So, what do I do?”

“Quit.”

That gains my attention, and my head snaps right back up to give my boyfriend wide eyes. “I can’t just quit.” I gaped.

“Why not? The work environment is so toxic and you hate it there. And you said it yourself that you feel like your talent and hardwork is being undermined. So why not quit and we can find a place that will suit and better appreciate you.” He says it so calmly and determinedly that it actually makes me think that I should just go for it.

“What if I can’t find another job quickly?” I worry. I don’t want him to think that I am going to become dependable on him and take advantage of his hard worked for money.

He gives me a little smile, seemingly knowing what I am thinking. “Babe you do not have to worry about that. I want you to take your time in finding the job that you think will best suit you. No matter what, I am going to be right here by your side.”

Once more, tears threaten to spill from my eyes. But this time they are tears of happiness and admiration for the man sitting in front of me.

“You know I love you right?”

Jujhar just smiles in return and leans in closer to bring our lips together. The kiss is sweet and gentle, just like the moment we just shared. It lets him know just how grateful I am for his kind words and having someone like him in my life. Jujhar always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better and get my emotions back on track.

When our lips break apart, I rest my forehead on his to keep in close proximity, while also knowing there are no other words that need to be spoken at this moment.

It’s definitely a scary thought to quit that job that I have stuck with for the past two years and start moving onto new things. But these new things are going to hopefully be bigger and better and will work out to be more beneficial for the future. And knowing that I am going to have Jujhar right here by my side the entire time makes it all seem a little less scary.

“I love you too.” Jujhar whispers out, our foreheads still resting against each other.

I take one ast deep breath before putting some distance between our bodies. I give him a giant grin and mused, “Let’s do this.”

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tagging some mutuals as well,,, @bb-nhlqueen7 @frederikanderson @carepriceisgoodathockey @lovereadinghockeyy @prettyboycozens @prettyboyjackhughes @2manytabsopen @joekellys @jamiesdrysdales

[ilyasorokinn]

edmonton oilers

* = from a prompt list 

leon draisaitl ! (no longer write for)

blurbs,

✷ surprise baby showers - leon, with the help of your friends, throws you a surprise baby shower.

✷ stupid questions - y/n has a laugh over leon’s interview.*

jeff skinner !

imagines,

✷ a cliche christmas love story - y/n gets dumped right before christmas, so to drown out her sorrows, she goes to a bar where she meets jeff. (part of “taylor’s 14 days of christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ rainy days - y/n gets caught in a downpour of rain while walking the dog, so she calls jeff to come pick her up. *

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[toasttt11]

hospital visits

March 6, 2021

Hayden was finishing putting on her purple converse after the game she just played and her team had won when her phone rung and she paused as she only has her notifications on for a few people so she quickly pulled out her phone immediately and frowned seeing Ellen calling.

“Hi?” Hayden spoke sounding confused as her family doesn’t usually call her this quick after a game.

“Hayden.” Ellen’s voice cracked slightly making Hayden sit up alarmed, “Luke was injured in his game and we’re taking him to hospital, it’s his foot we aren’t sure the damage but there’s a bad laceration.” Ellen told Hayden seriously, There was so much blood and it was making Ellen worried.

Hayden clenched her hand taking a deep breath, “I’ll be there in a few hours.” Hayden didn’t care if she had anything planned her baby brother was injured that is all that matters.

Ellen nodded and said her goodbyes.

Connor who noticed how worried Hayden was, “What do you need?” Connor immediately asked squeezing Hayden’s shoulder softly, not asking anything more just being there for Hayden.

“Can you watch Archie for me and tell the coaches i won’t be at practice tomorrow.” Hayden quickly asked Connor as she knows Lauren and Connor have a key to her house.

“Of course.“ Connor easily accepted not even asking what is wrong just letting Hayden grab her stuff and run out of the locker room.

Hayden quickly got into her car and started the quick drive to the airport.

Hayden immediately bought the next flight out to Michigan which with her luck was only minutes away and she rushed to the terminal and got onto the plane last.

She let out a long breath as she sat down and the plane was getting ready to takeoff.

Hayden knows lacerations are incredibly dangerous injuries and may seem small but can cause a lot of damage, she just hoped Luke would be okay and she hated he got injured but especially in his draft year.

It felt like the longest flight in the world for Hayden and she spent the entire time counting down the time until the plane landed.

Hayden booked it off the plane immediately and quickly got out of the airport and flagged down a cab and told the driver the address to the hospital her family is at.

She checked her phone and Quinn couldn’t come out yet as he had a game to play and Luke told him to stay and play. Jack would be here later tonight.

Hayden rushed into the hospital and to the front desk, “Luke Hughes.” Hayden immediately told the nurse and was told what room he was in.

Hayden rushed down the hallway and toward Luke’s room, she walked in letting out a sigh seeing Luke in the room and walked right to him.

Luke blinked seeing Hayden walk in and smile drowsily as he has had many pain killers, “Haydes.” Luke slurred out.

“Lu.” Hayden breathed out relived as she bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and rested her head on top of his head as Luke grabbed her hand and clung to her tightly.

“How is he?” Hayden asked looking up at Ellen and Jim quickly but keeping her full attention on Luke.

“It could’ve been a lot worse.” Jim told her honestly squeezing Ellen’s hand reassuringly, “He will need surgery to make sure everything is okay and heal the correct way but he will be okay.” Jim finished telling Hayden.

Luke was lucky it wasn’t a lot worse and his injury will be something he will be able to heal completely from.

Hayden let out a sigh of relief and brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead again.

Ellen took a deep breath wiping her face of any tears as they had only gotten the good news about Luke minutes before Hayden came.

Ellen let go of Jim’s hand and grabbed a chair and dragged it to the side of Luke and that Hayden was standing on and pressed a kiss to her nieces cheek, “Sit Hayden.” Ellen gave her a stern glance seeing Hayden about to protest, “You just played a long game and was just on a flight.”

Hayden nodded listening to Ellen and sat down in the chair not letting go of Luke’s hand as she watched him slowly fall asleep.

Ellen and Jim started talking with Hayden quietly as Luke was fast asleep and wanted to hear about things going on in her life that they haven’t heard about yet and it was a good distraction for all three of them.

Hayden had been in the hospital for a few hours and it was getting extremely late when Jack came hurrying through the door and let out a long relieved breath seeing Luke alright.

Jack walked in right to Luke and kissed the top of a sleeping Luke’s head and let a breath out and the tension released from his shoulder.

Hayden stood up and Jack immediately turned to her and pulled her into a tight hug, “Hi Haydes.” Jack softly whispered resting his head on his best friend’s shoulder.

“Hi Jacky.” Hayden gently whispered back resting her chin on Jack’s head and hugged him back tightly.

The doctor came in a little later to take Luke to surgery and Luke luckily was still sleeping so he wouldn’t even realize and wouldn’t be anxious.

Hayden, Jack, Ellen and Jim all waited in the surgery waiting room as they called Quinn to update him on everything that was happening.

Hayden rested her head on top of Jack’s head as Jack used Hayden’s shoulder as a pillow as the two quietly talked to each other as they waited for Luke’s surgery to be finished.

Hayden was glad to be with most of her family but Quinn even if this isn’t a reason she wanted to have to be with her family because Luke is hurt.

March 7, 2021

After a few more hours of waiting and the sun was already starting to come back up Luke’s surgery was finally finished and everything went really well and they were allowed to go back to Luke’s room and wait till he woke back up. The doctors told them that his surgery went really well.

Ellen and Jim went to Luke’s side first and Ellen gripped Luke’s hand tightly and Jim pressed a kiss to his sleeping son’s cheek.

Hayden waited till they were done and walked over pressing a kiss to Luke’s forehead before sitting in the chair next to him letting Jack see Luke too.

They all waited around Luke’s bed for him to wake back up.

Luke groaned and his eyes squinted open seeing most of his family around his bed, “Hi?” Luke croaked out and Ellen grabbed a cup of water for Luke to drink.

“Hay!” Luke tiredly beamed realizing Hayden was still there and gripped her hand tighter.

“Okay we already know who the favorite is but come on!” Jack scoffed playfully as Luke didn’t even acknowledge him but he wasn’t surprised as he knows that everyone’s favorite sibling is Hayden.

Luke teasingly smirked back, “Hi Rowdy.”

Hayden laughed at the two as Ellen and Jim watched three of their four kids with a fond smile.

[nugget-hopkins]

Kane: goes back to penalty box

Kane: you miss me?

Officials: this is the fourth penalty in 20 minutes

Kane: well, no need to be mean… I missed you

[puckinghell]

i dont know if you write for him but can you do something for leon draisaitl? like maybe 11 fluff or 14, 19 random?

Thanks to this prompt I watched a 40 minute interview with Leon and found out my German is really a lot better than expected, so thank you for that!

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“I want to die,” you proclaim, laying on your back on Connor’s couch, your eyes squeezed shut. “I mean it, Connor. Open your window so I can jump out.”

Connor’s voice is amused when he speaks. “We’re on the first floor, you’d break a leg at most.”

You groan and try to telepathically convey to your best friend that you hate him without speaking, because speaking hurts your head.

“I don’t get what you’re so upset about,” Connor says. You open one eye to glare at him; he’s sitting opposite you, seeming annoyingly chipper and not hungover at all, which is rude. “You didn’t say anything that bad.”

“I told Leon I want to have babies with him, Connor,” you deadpan, your glare only intensifying when he says:

“But you do wanna have his babies. You’re always saying whatever genes he has to get those great cheekbones need to be distributed across the world.”

“I’m always saying that to you, you idiot! I’m not meant to say that to Leon!”

You groan and let your head drop back against the couch. It’s annoying that your best friend doesn’t get it, but you never really expected him to. Connor is stupidly logical about things like crushes: you’ve been crushing on his extremely hot German teammate for a literal year and Connor has been saying “Just tell him” for a literal year, too.

As if it’s that easy.

And then yesterday you got really drunk at Nursey’s house party and threw up your affection all over Leon; you don’t remember exactly what you said, but there was a lot of bad attempts at flirting and even more mentions of how hot he is.

The only thing that would’ve been worse would be if you’d literally thrown up on him. God, you wanna die.

“Oh, by the way,” Connor says, as he gets up to – you assume – refill his coffee cup, “Leon is coming by in a minute to go on a run with me.”

What happens next is kinda like a movie script: Connor stretches, the door opens – because Connor’s teammates tend to let themselves into the house like the heathens they are - and you shriek, before launching yourself over the back of the couch.

“Davo, I’m here!” you hear Leon say, and then Connor’s voice, like he’s trying to muffle his laughter: “Hey, Drai.”  

“Where’s Y/N?” Leon asks. “I saw her car outside.”

Please, if you love me, don’t tell him, you beg Connor – again, telepathically, because you can’t very well speak – but clearly your best friend is an asshole, or just very bad at telepathy.

“Oh, she’s hiding behind the sofa.”

You press your head flat against the hardwood floor and close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

When Leon speaks next, his voice sounds close; too close to still be in the living room.

“May I ask why?”

You open your eyes and there he is staring at you; his beautiful blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones – fuck you, Connor, those genes do deserve to be distributed – and an amused grin on his face.

“Uhm, just, like it here,” you mumble, trying to ignore the way your cheeks are heating up. “Uhm, very comfortable.”

“I can imagine,” Leon says, in a way that tells you he doesn’t believe you at all, but he’s very amused by your antics.

“She’s hiding from you,” Connor says, and this time, you do say it out loud.

“Fuck you, Connor!”

There’s a chuckle from your best friend and then his footsteps retreating up the stairs, presumably to get ready for his run.

Leon raises one eyebrow, still hanging half over the couch to look at you. “Is that true?”

“Maybe,” you admit.

He clutches at his heart and pulls a face, sounds wounded when he says: “Ouch, that’s a tough one to recover from.”

You commend his effort to try and behave normal after you surely freaked him out yesterday, so you sigh and sit up.

The least you can do is act normal too.

“I mean,” Leon continues, “it’s not the first time I’ve been shot down, but it’s definitely the first time I pretend to want to go on a run so I can see a girl and she launches herself behind a sofa to get away from me.”

And, uhm, what?

“Are you flirting with me?” you ask a little dumbly, and Leon grins.

“Finally, you noticed. Did it last night too, but you didn’t seem to get it.”

And if that ain’t mind-baffling information.

“I probably didn’t get a lot last night,” you admit. “Sorry, it turns out tequila really isn’t my friend.”

“Tequila is nobody’s friend,” Leon says poetically, then extends his hand and helps you up, over the back of the couch again. You sink into the pillows next to him, but Leon doesn’t let go of your hand.

“You meant it, though? What you said last night.” For the first time, there’s a hint of vulnerability shining through his voice, and you groan.

“Oh my God, what did I say? Apart from that thing about having babies and how much I like your cheekbones.”

Leon laughs, carefully laces his fingers through yours. Then, softly, says: “You said you’ve been in love with me for over a year.”

Oh. Connor had failed to mention that to you.

You feels your cheeks heat up.

“Oh, so maybe I didn’t see that one coming. When Connor told me of my embarrassing doings last night, he left that one out.”

“You’re the one that said it,” Leon points out, rightfully so. “Although I maybe said something similar. But, I guess, if you don’t remember…”

He’s clearly teasing you, but when he starts to pull away a wave of panic washes over you and you scramble to hold onto him, somehow ending up half in his lap clutching his biceps.

“Say it again,” you all but order him, and Leon smiles; a real one this time, not a half teasing grin and not a smirk, but a soft,  gentle smile that lights up his eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” he says, and you react by kissing him.

“So, I guess we’re not going on a run, then?” Connor’s voice sounds, but he doesn’t sound like he cares too much.

You manage to flip him off without breaking the kiss.

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Request from this prompt list. Please try to avoid requesting numbers that have already been done! If you want to blacklist, these will be tagged “blurb”

[dubersbutt]

34 and 35 with drai

#34. “Gotta love a quickie in the morning before I leave to meet up with the boys.”#35. “Your bedhead is really cute.”

You wake up to Leon kissing his way up your bare shoulder. His beard tickles the skin of your neck as he makes his way up your body.

“I know you’re awake,” he murmurs as he wraps his arm around your body, pulling you closer to him and rolling your body under his.

“Good morning,” he greets.

“Morning,” you reply still half asleep, “Your bedhead is really cute.”

And it is. Leon is very particular about his hair, it’s always combed and not a single strand is out of place. But in the morning it’s fluffy and wild. You loved that. You reached up to run your fingers through it.

His hand sneaks down your body to rub your clit causing you to moan. His finger dips down to your entrance.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“You wanna know a secret?” you whisper, bringing his head close to you.

“Always.”“I had a dream that you fucked me in the dressing room after your game. I was wearing your jersey and you held me in your stall and made me scream your name.”

He moans, “Fuck, baby. Was it empty?”

“Yeah. But Connor walked in, but you didn’t stop. It didn’t matter that your friend was watching you fuck me.”“Trust me, babygirl, nothing can get me to stop fucking you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and do it them.”

He moans softly, “Gotta love a quickie in the morning before I leave to meet up with the boys.”

[yourfavewriteress]

check you out (part 5) | connor mcdavid

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Teaser: “I want you in every part of my life.”

When you awoke the next morning, you felt surprisingly refreshed for the first time in a few weeks. Falling asleep on Connor around 9:30 pm the night before sure did pay off.

You were reminded what sleeping like a normal person could do to your energy levels. You powered through your day with minimal complaints, even getting through a significant amount of homework. When you noticed how much work you had gotten done by 6 later that evening, you stopped for the night.

Almost as if he could sense your freedom, Connor texted you as you walked to your closet from the shower.

Connor: How’s homework going? You smiled to yourself, quickly typing a response to him.

You: I got so much work done today, I’m truly surprised

You: I just got out of the shower

Connor: very proud of you :) 

Connor: Does that mean I get to see you with your eyes open tonight?

You: ha ha, really cute  -_-

You: yes, come over 

Connor: i’m picking up food so don’t eat anything

You: you know exactly the way to my heart <3 drive safe cutie

Connor: you’re just saying that cause I’m bringing you food

You: ;) hurry up

About half an hour later, there was a knock that sounded through your home Standing from the couch, you moved to open the front door, revealing your boyfriend.

“Hi,” You smiled.

“Hey,” Connor responded, immediately stepping into you and using his free arm to pull you into his chest. “Hm, you smell nice.”

“I washed my hair,” You laughed into his hoodie. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. You hummed against him, before tugging him inside by his top to close and lock your door. He smiled against your lips before parting from you, arm still securely around your waist.

“How was your day?” You asked.

“It was okay,” He shrugged, moving to follow you into your kitchen. “Spent most of it at the rink and then I slept for a little.”

You both then decided to eat on your balcony that you hardly used. Connor quietly made plates for the both of you, while you worked on the wine. Once you were both ready, you sat next to each other in front of a beautiful view of Edmonton. The conversation was light, and slightly hushed. 

This was one of your favorite parts of your new relationship with Connor, the normal everyday conversations. You were still learning new things about him, and sharing experiences yourself, so you never knew what he would say. But, there wasn’t any anxiety behind it at this point. In all honestly, his embarrassing stories always seemed to top yours. 

“You know what I was thinking about earlier?” Connor said after a moment of silence in the conversation.

“Hm?” You hummed, lifting your eyes to his.

“You haven’t come to a game yet.”

You knew he wasn’t mad because he was smiling, but that also wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, or truthfully had even been thinking about. In that moment, you realized how terrible that was, that you hadn’t seen Connor play the game that was providing for him and giving him the opportunity to live the life he was living. 

He didn’t really talk about his current schedule with you, mostly reminiscing on past memories of his childhood and rookie years. You could easily look it up online, but you thought that if Connor wanted you be at one of his games, he would have said something. And, that if he wanted you to know something about his past, he would tell you. You knew that the NHL was a lot more than hockey, so you never pressure him into talking about anything he didn’t bring up himself.

“I haven’t,” You agreed, nodding slowly.

“It would make me really happy if you could come next Tuesday. I know your schedule’s always packed, but...” He trailed off, with a small shrug. “I would like you to come and see the team play.”

You truly thought about it, glossing over your syllabi in your mind. “I think I can.”

“Really? I thought I was going to have to beg,” He laughed.

“Would you?”

You swore you said it innocently, but he bit his lip through his smile, shaking his head. “I’m prepared to, if that’s what you want.”

You laughed then, a chill running up your spine. “Your mind is filthy.”

“Since you already said yes,” He grinned fully again. “I guess I won’t need to?”

He was silently challenging you, raising his brow in question. One thing you were so lucky for, was your intense attraction to Connor. That, plus his honesty and boldness in demonstrating his also-intense attraction to you. You were slowly passing the touch barrier, however you hadn’t felt ready for anything further yet. But, in the past few days, you noticed just how comfortable you were with Connor. And how badly you wanted him all over you.

“Would I have to sit with anyone in particular?” You moved on, smiling back at him.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Not if you don’t want to, but there’s a section for wives and girlfriends.”

“Do you want me to sit there?” It was a genuine question because you were still trying to decipher the life of an NHLer and what it meant to be the captain’s girlfriend. You both had never really talked about it much, but you knew there would become a point where you would need to. Unfortunately that time seemed to be now, while your were trying not to show him how keyed up you were.

“I personally don’t care where you sit as long as you’re there and I can see you.”

“But, what would everyone else think about me not sitting with all the other WAGs?”

Connor tilted his head at that, taking time to search your face. He contemplated his words because he knew the look you were giving him meant you actually wanted an answer. Once he knew what he was going to say, he moved his plate to the table. He stood up and grabbed your plate from your lap, before squeezing into the space beside you in the chair. Your thighs were pressed together as he wrapped his arm around your back. 

“I really don’t care who you sit with. If you want to bring your friends, or if you want to sit with the other partners and families, or if you want to sit alone, it doesn’t bother me. I want you to be there and comfortable.”

“But, you’re the captain of this team,” You responded, feeling figuratively exposed for your fear of what people would think of you dating the Connor McDavid. “Are you sure there aren’t some gazillion rules I have to follow and events I have to be at?”

He let out a laugh, his other hand moving to your leg with a firm grip. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” You nudged his leg, glaring into his eyes. “I may not know a lot about hockey but I know some people are really invested in it. That includes you so I’m trying to respect your caree-”

He cut you off by shaking his head, “-You’re my girlfriend, not my work wife. I mean, you can be that if you want but I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to do. Honestly, I might just ask you to be my date from time to time, but that’s just because I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.”

The way he was staring into your eyes grounded you, as if he knew exactly the thoughts that were racing through your head. “I have a right to keep you all to myself and honestly, I could care less what the NHL could ever want from me. I’m a hockey player, not a tool.”

“Hm, sometimes you’re a tool,” You waved your hand slightly. He rolled his eyes but smiled still and leaned closer to you. “My job doesn’t dictate who I date or who I invite to our games, I do. I care about you, and us, and I want you there above anything. That’s all this is.”

You didn’t respond, leaning up to kiss him instead. His hands quickly moved up to your hair, pressing you into his chest. He didn’t waste time in pushing his tongue past your lips. His tongue massaged yours gently, but soon his hands gripped your hair with a tight hold. The kiss intensified, and shortly he had you pinned under him with your back against the seat. 

He pulled away to press kisses on your chin, descending to your neck. The makeout session didn’t last long as the night wind had picked up speed, resulting in a quick shiver to pass through your body. Connor laughed against your skin, releasing your hair from his fingers, “We need to go inside.”

You began to stand before he finished his sentence, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You started it.” 

“And, I’m not sorry about it at all,” He laughed, standing up after you successfully grabbed both plates into your hands. He stopped you by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

“When are you ever sorry for flirting with me?” The feel of him pressed against you almost had you buckling at the knees, but luckily Connor’s hold on you would suffice, something you had grown to enjoy experiencing lately. 

“Good point,” He paused to press another kiss to your neck, ”I can’t help it.”

“Don’t forget the glasses and the bottle, Con,” You laughed as you used your foot to slide the door open. He groaned, and you could feel it in your chest as his lips were still against you. 

He kissed your skin again before letting go, and he moved back to clear the rest of the items left behind. There was a comfortable silence between you both as you washed the dishes, Connor drying. He would occasionally smirk at you, resulting in a roll of your eyes. You watched as he refilled both your glasses of wine, eyes trailing over his shoulders that were snug in his hoodie. 

He had been training a lot more lately, and as always had plenty ice time. The results on his physique were definitely beginning to show, although you were sure he probably looked this good every day of his life. But now, you got a front row seat at all of the changes in his life, including his body. It was a weird feeling, to be attracted to someone so much, and be in the position to actually enjoy it. You didn’t have to admire from afar anymore, he was yours.

He looked up, catching you red-handed as you pictured memories of him without the current hoodie he was sporting. He didn’t say anything, though, just smiled and handed you your glass, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You face was hot as you took a large sip of your wine.

“Are you picking tonight?” He reached out for you, his warm hand finding your side and pulling you into him. He guided you both into your living room.

“You can pick, I’ll take hours,” You responded. He laughed against you, before dropping into his usual space on your couch for movie nights. 

You took the space next to him, placing your drink on the table. He pressed a few buttons on the remote before you saw something begin to play. “You found something already?”

“Yeah, I just picked the first one in your recommended list,” He shrugged.

“I’m probably gonna hate this,” You rolled your eyes. “Or have already seen it.”

“It won’t matter unless you’re awake in ten minutes,” He teased. 

“Fuck off, Connor,” You laughed. “I think your movie picks are just boring, it’s not my fault that they don’t keep my attention.”

“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” He held his hands up in playful surrender. “I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not even tired tonight, I slept, remember?”

“Yeah, I liked having to tuck you in last night.”

"Only because I was the most tired I’d been in years.”

“Well, I’ll tuck you in whenever you want.” 

You looked back at him, “I might take you up on that. Maybe you’ll make sure I actually get enough sleep.”

“Trust me, I would try,” He scoffed. “You amaze me, seriously.” 

“How?” You let out a laugh, already deciding to ignore the movie playing in the background.

“What do you mean, ‘how?’” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re a full time student while also working full time hours at a job on your feet all day. You might not realize it but that shit’s not easy to do. And, you don’t sleep enough.”

“Your job basically pays you to go to sleep at 8 pm. Mine has me up until midnight, and all my money going into school which keeps me up another good four hours. I kind of have to.”

“That’s fair,” He sighed. “Still, I don’t know how you do it.”

You searched his face as you contemplated how to respond. But he didn’t let you think too long, squeezing you gently while also pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Regardless, you’re fucking important to me and I’m going to prove it. For now, I want you in every part of my life.”

“Such a way with words, McDavid.”

“What does it mean when you call me that?” He smiled.

“That I’m being sarcastic,” You rolled your eyes.

He laughed, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Noted.”

“What did you think it meant?” You asked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh as you moved to lay on your back. He kicked his slides off before he laid next to you. He tangled his legs with yours, his body partially on top.

“Exactly that,” You could feel him smile. “But a part of me was hoping it was something else.”

“Like what?” Can a person feel you get goosebumps if you’re cuddling?

“Anything but sarcasm, guys call me that on the ice,” He responded.

“Now, I’m definitely using it to make fun of you,” You shrugged.

“So nice,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “So, you are coming to the game, right?”

“Yes. And, if something comes up once I actually check my calendar, I’ll definitely be at the next one.”

“I can’t wait.” 

In a change of usual events, Connor fell asleep in your arms that night. His week had been just as busy as yours, if not more. He was gone for two days earlier in the week, and had back to back games. It surprised you how he was able to drive you back home last night at such a late hour when he probably hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before either. 

Without anything happening besides cuddling, he spent the night with you. He had an early morning practice so he kissed your forehead a few times the following morning before he slipped out to get ready for his day. 

You carried on your normal schedule of school, work, and Connor for the next few days until the day finally came that you supported him at one of his games. 

You didn’t end up sitting with the wives and girlfriends, but you also had the privilege of being pretty anonymous at this point in your relationship with Connor. No one knew who you were, or probably that you even existed, and you sort of liked that.

 It gave you freedom to still live your life without feeling like you’re living under a microscope. From what you could see online, wives and girlfriends of NHL superstars seem to have pretty private lives and fortunately don’t get harassed and followed like you thought.

You picked up hockey relatively fast, always playing Connor’s games while he was playing, even if it was on in the background of you doing homework. You may not understand every detail, but that wasn’t why you were watching it. You just wanted to see him, and watch him do what he loved and what he was so good at.

Connor loved that about you. You didn’t try to force yourself into his life and his career. Girls he’s dated in the past tried to coach him, or smother him on social media. He liked that you were just focused on him, and not also what he did for a living. You cared, but just enough that he didn’t feel like you were with him for the wrong reasons.

Once the game was over, you waited for Connor to text you where it would be best to meet him. It didn’t take long, he mentioned he wanted to head out early tonight.

Connor: If you come down that path right next to your seat, and take a left I’ll meet you in that hallway. They’ll let you pass

You: I haven’t seen you all day, hurry

Connor: Few mins and then I’m omw baby

You excitedly made your way to where he instructed you to. The staff member smiled at you pointing to the left hallway. You turned the corner before stopping to look over the pictures on the wall. To no surprise, a poster of Conor adorned the majority of that wall. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the fact that that was your boyfriend. Holy shit.

A few minutes later, Connor rounded the corner from the opposite direction. You pushed yourself off the wall with a smile on your lips as his eyes found yours immediately. You couldn’t help but look him over. With how busy his schedule had been getting as the guys got closer to playoff season, he had decided to skip shaving for at least a few weeks, resulting in a full beard beginning to grow on his face. At first, you didn’t know how to feel about it, but you would never tell him to shave just because you didn’t like something. You didn’t hate it, it was just there.

Now, however, watching him make his way over to you with his fitted suit and bag thrown over his shoulder, you couldn’t help the rush of blood to your cheeks as he crowded you to wrap his arms around you tightly.

“Hey,” He mumbled into your neck, pressing a light kiss to you skin. You shivered from the warmness of his lips, but hugged him back.

“Hi,” You replied. He pulled back after a few moments, a soft smile on his lips. “You played amazing, as you always do.”

“Well, when my good luck charm is here, I have to show off a little,” He teased. “I was better today than most days.”

You rolled your eyes, intwining your fingers with his, “Yeah, right.”

He laughed, squeezing your hand. He was about to say something when a man you recognized as Leon passed by, slapping him on the back rather harshly.

“Hi Y/N,” Leon grinned as he continued walking. Connor flipped him off as you waved before turning his attention back to you.

“So, he knows who I am?” You smirked.

He rolled his eyes but leaned down to press his lips to yours in a firm kiss. “You’re my girlfriend and he’s my annoying best friend. He doesn’t let things slide.” 

“Is this a new suit?” You asked, gently tugging at his blazer.

He looked down at his game day suit, “No, but I haven’t worn it in awhile.”

“Looks good,” You hummed, knowing better than to look him in the eye while you were still both technically in public. Connor was never subtle about his praise kink, he got turned on almost any time you gave him a compliment. In the beginning, you had no idea how you would keep up with him, but he brought out that side of you, too. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I mean, this look is kind of rude, but it’s nice, too, I guess.”

Laughing, “Rude?”

“I didn’t come to your game to be turned on the whole time, and then see you come out in this.”

He hummed, grinning down at you. He had a teasing glint in his eye, annoying you beyond belief. You could already tell that he was a tease. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“Ready to go, then?”

“Mhm,” He nodded, throwing his arm over your shoulder. Pulling you towards the exit, he pressed his lips just above your ear in a kiss, “So, I’m turning you on a lot today?”

His voice was whispered against your head as you passed people in the hall. With your arm around his waist, you bumped him with a laugh, “Let’s not talk about it.”

“I definitely want to talk about it,” He responded, tightening his hold on you. “Are we going to yours or mine?”

“Whichever you want,” You shrugged, looking up at him.

“Let’s go to yours, I want to use your oven in the morning.”

“Who says you’re spending the night?” You teased. Connor was always spending the night at this point, it really never needed to be a question. Even with all these sleepovers, Connor never pushed you and always allowed you to take the lead. 

But today, and honestly for the past few days, the energy between you and Connor was different. It was comfortable for sure, but you both walked that line of sexual tension consistently. You usually didn’t get to this point with a guy, almost pining for each other, but knowing there’s no rush to getting where you know you’re going to go. For once, however, you were tired of waiting.

“You’re gonna kick me out?” He raised his eyebrows with a smile. “When I’m promising breakfast in bed?

“I guess you’re going to find out, huh?”

“You have no idea how much you have me going right now,” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Holy shit.”

“It’s you!” You challenged. “I’ve been going a lot longer than you.”

“Well,” He said, his hand dropping to your hip. “I can’t wait to get home now if this is a competition.” 

You laughed, “Shut up.”

You both shared a look for a few seconds, and you could feel your heart beating in your ears. God, this man. 

“I don’t know how I got lucky with someone as beautiful as you,” He said, eyes still locked on yours.

“Yeah, right, Con,” You responded.

“I’m serious.”

You turned to look forward, a smile playing on your lips. “Let just get home and you can tell me how beautiful I seriously am.”

“You’re joking, but I can show you,” He responded. “All night.”

“That’s sounds fun, I’m in.” You still didn’t bother to look at him, and he let out a laugh.

“I hate you.”

“Don’t lie, loverboy.”