#i miss the yotes so bad u guys don’t even know

[skyphloxx]

only thing i’ve been able to think about hearing fucking ‘utah hockey club’

[peachymhaechan]

“Wait... You’re the Little Voice Inside My Head?”

Genre: fluff, soulmate! au; you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts, which isn’t always the best thing

Pairing: Lucas X gender neutral reader

Warnings: cussing, you will have a cavity by the end of this it’s too damn sWEEt

A/N: wong yukhei can stay in his mcfreakin lane:)) okay:)) this hurt me to write he truly did make his way up my bias list and I am .? okay,, I guess this is what we are doing

ever since you were little, you always heard voices inside your head

those voices being 1. you, and 2. a little boy you had never heard out loud in your life

the first time you heard him was when you were four, playing with an imaginary friend in your room

I wonder what Mommy is making for dinner, you thought and lo and behold

I want my mommy to make something without vegetables!

uhhhhhhhhh .?

that was not your voice

but you being a four year old with an imaginary friend, you were like “cool I guess, sometimes it be that way” 

at dinner you brought it up to your parents, but of course they passed it off as your imaginary friends

I mean,, lets be real

you were little and ran around the house all day talking to your imaginary friends, so that was the logical explanation in that situation

that was only the first incident you had with the boy speaking in your head

and lemme just say, as y’all got older, it only got wilder

you only knew that he heard what you thought for one reason

he’d always, and I mean ALWAYS

respond

one time in elementary school, your class was taking a math test and you had no fuckin clue what was going on

uhhhhhhh what the frick is 8 times 9 divided by 2 plus 4???

don’t worry tho, your mystery boy came in clutch

40! The answer is 40! his little voice chimed, saving your ass and being the reason you scraped by with a b

as time went on, you heard him more and more, and occasionally yall would have full conversations

only when you got older did you realize

shit dawg, this is my soulmate

once you hit middle school, you finally sat your parents down and basically said

that imaginary friend that would talk in my head when I was little hasn’t gone away and im pretty sure that’s my soulmate quirk

of course your parents were like. oh ? worm ? 

you explained to them the whole thing tho

“ive had legitimate conversations with him before, he hears some of my thoughts and I hear his. I can’t really control what all he hears, though, and neither can he, so it’s very weird to hear things out of context.” 

the entire time your parents sat there, both confused and happy

on one hand, they didn’t fully understand how it all worked, 

and on the other, they were proud because their lil baby was all grown up, talking to their soulmate!! moving towards the second part of their life !!

from that moment, your quirk progressed even more

you started to talk to him more and more, and he heard more and more of your thoughts

it was odd, really, because everybody has thoughts that make them guilty

you know, thoughts that can embarrass you for even thinking them?? 

not because they’re dumb (although let’s be real, everyone has their fair share of dumb thoughts), 

but because you know they’re mean:/

one night you were up thinking that,

thinking: you probably hate me…. all of my thoughts are so mean and harmful, and it brings me shame to know that I can be so vile to people without even meaning to. I’m sorry…. I wouldn’t blame you for hating me. 

for some reason, your mystery boy was awake (bitch go tf to sleep it’s three in the damn morning) and he responded

hey, two things…. 1. you’re such a dumbass, and 2. it’s not your thoughts that matter, but how you react to them afterward. the fact that you think your thoughts can come off as mean show that you care, and that you’re not as shitty of a person that you think you are. 

listen,,, we all know lucas ain’t always that deep but we can pretend for this au ok

you sat there in complete shock and then he went, anyways you adorable idiot, go to sleep, you have finals in the morning. 

from that night on, you talked to him more and more

had a bad day? lucas would know all about it as soon as you got home

lucas did something embarrassing while out in public? you’d hear about it while in public as he tried not to spontaneously combust

you will never believe what I just did…. the barista told me to have a good day and I said “you’re welcome”

of course you laughed,,, that dumbass is supposed to be your soulmate ?? 

how

but you told him chill dude, everyone says shit like that sometimes, it happens to the best of us 

he was with you during your cringey phases (as you were with him during his) 

he was there the first time you had your heart broken

your friends all told you not to date the popular basketball player, but you said yeet I guess and well

lucas consoled you as you cried, not over that boy but over yourself for thinking something like that could work

“I don’t know why I even tried. He isn’t you, and he never will be. Hell, I don’t even know your damn name but I know we fit together more than that guy and I ever could.” 

that night was the first night you learned his name, wong yukhei, or lucas as his friends called him

“My name is Wong Yukhei, but my friends call me Lucas. And I’m sorry some guy treated you like shit. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, you deserve the whole world. I wish I knew who you were, where you were, so I can finally meet you and tell you everything I never told you.”

and that was the first night he learned your name 

“y/n, my name is y/n, and I know we are going to meet soon. I just know it. I can feel it.” 

and you were kind of right ??

it all depends on what your definition of soon is tbh

bc that whole sappy convo took place in your junior year of high school

and y’all met in college !!

it was high key odd and not at all how either of you planned to meet, tho

it was your first week at college, and you were nervous af

parents? gone. responsibilities? crippling. adulting? expected. 

you finished moving in a while ago, and by then had met your not so pleasant roommate 

let’s just say uhhhhhh this roommate had been a complete and utter dickhead

so you threw on some shoes, grabbed your laptop and wallet, and went to the library on campus

after all, it was only the first week, there shouldn't be too many

you walked in and the first thing you saw was someone crying and saying “FUCK SCHOOL” 

naturally you were like, “bitch me too. tf?” 

but decided to not say that to that kid so you quickly skrrted the fuck out there (yote, if you will)

as you dipped real quick, you went through your options in your head

coffee? target? dorms? 

coffee seemed like your best bet, so you hauled your ass to the campus café 

as soon as the door opened, stress melted from your mind

i’ll drink to that, bro

the place was not too busy, it was during the middle of the day so people were either asleep or busy

there wasn't a line so you walked up to the person working at the register 

“shit fuck what should I order from this coffee place??” 

“mountain dew with two shots of espresso” - the ever so helpful Wong Yukhei

“okay what the fuck??” 

“lemme get uhhhhhhh iced coffee I guess,” you said, paying and waiting for your drink

while waiting, you went and grabbed a straw, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted a fuckin. GiAnt enter the establishment

he seemed goofy tho,,, so u were like. ok. cool. pop off, I guess. 

you couldn’t hear him speak, but inside your head you heard, “Iced coffee.” 

“yeah, what about it? I already ordered it, you’re a little late.” 

he did not respond which had you going ?? miss keisha, miss keisha, oh my fucking god she fucking dead !

you patiently waited for your cold bean juice while the guy paid and literally stumbled right by your feet to get a straw for himself

before you could ask if the Clumsy Giant was okay, the barista called out, “ Y/N!” 

you went to pick up the drink, and felt two eyes drilling holes in the back of your head

naturally, you turned around like. ? we got beef? 

but found the actually kinda cute boy staring at you in shock

“What?” you sheepishly asked, not sure if you had something on your face or if something was genuinely wrong, which would explain why that weirdo stared dead at you 

???

“Y/N.... y-your name is Y/N?” he asked, and his voice clicked right away

fuck, dude

you already knew the answer, 

you could recognize that voice anywhere

but you still wanted to ask and make sure you are not dreaming

however, before you could ask, 

the barista called out his name

“Lucas!” 

f u c k, dude

“Wong Yukhei?” 

“Y/N L/N?” 

you two both broke out into a grin upon hearing the other say your name out loud

yall clung to each other, wrapping the other in a huge hug

meanwhile, the barista was standing behind the counter, waiting for lucas to grab his drink like :/ i’ll wait!

“this is touching, and all.... but can you please grab your coffee?” 

“THAT IS MY SOULMATE!” lucas announced, obviously giddy at finding you

and tbh, you were feeling it, too

yall sat down at a little table and for a while, just stared at the person sitting across from the other

then, “I’m glad I met you.” 

“Me, too,” he agreed

and thus the start of a relationship with pretty much no communication issues ever, 

mostly due to the fact that there were no secrets 

not that either of you minded, because lets face it

you two had souls that were reflections from one another, and you can’t hide a secret from yourself so why would you hide a secret from him? 

[teduardo]

[ dougie poynter, twenty-eight, demiboy, he/him ] ━ hey, I just saw [ edward ‘teddy’ fawn ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ six months ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ delivery person at florist gump & worker type person at shazam comics ]. I hear they’re known to be [ loyal & protective ] and [ anxious & unforgiving ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ house plants in pastel pots, white walls, sad smiles, autumn leaves, hideous grandpa jumpers, sweater paws, sleepy voice in the morning, polaroids, terrible paintings, and sunflowers ].

greetings, loved ones ! it’s meg again, aka the entire fool behind everyone’s favourite closeted lesbian tattoo artist with a weird thing for pretzels and piano man, @lcsbicas ! and this time i’m bringing you my sad sunflower with the fc of literally my favourite person in the fuckin world, teddy ! p.s ned also works ! or ted ! or neddy ! whichever !

about ted:

okay so i know we already have a character that goes by teddy so to ease confusion, i’m literally 10000% fine with y’all referring to him as ned if it helps with tags and stuff ? he goes by either/both, depending on the person so that’s good w/ both me and him !

also quick thing about pronouns and stuff, ted’s pronouns are he/him but on account of Not being of That Cis Life™ he does really appreciate if people use they/them/their before he’s explicitly expressed his pronouns ? like he just...... it makes his heart happy idk it just shows that people are being Aware. he doesn’t really like to be referred to as a boy/man bc...... he isn’t one ?? bloke/fella/guy/dude are all More acceptable but Person is just,,, the best option ? so if we could refrain from referring to him as a man/boy in replies, that’d be highly appreciated ! ( lowkey i do refer to him as Boi sometimes though ? like the spelling makes it easier for him to be like Yes, I Fit This, but obviously that.....doesn’t come across out loud ) 

although that there app above says he’s been in town for a few months ( since december ! ) and he has, he’s technically returning ! he was born in manchester, spent a few years in crownsville from the ages of 15 to 22, and then went back home to england. he’s now back in crownsville because his brother died, and he needed to...... Not be at home. why he thought moving to place they spent a lot of time growing up together was a good idea, i’ll never bloody know, but teddy’s never exactly been the sharpest tool in the box, and he wanted to come back anyway, so he yeeted ( yote ? ) back to georgia last december ! he misses his family as he’s very much a family person, but i’m gonna put up wcs for his remaining siblings so maybe they can join him at some point !! wiggles eyebrows !! 

so, our son here didn’t get off to a good start in life, his birth mother was kind of a goblin human whom we don’t talk about, and he was put into fostercare as a wee nugget. he was fostered for two years by the fawns, and then adopted when he was ten ! all five of their kids were adopted, and teddy’s the second oldest ( or..... the oldest now........rip ryan, u were a Good Man ) but lowkey his parents are fookin lovely people and he loves them with his entire heart and soul 

i never know what to say for this stuff but honestly ?? teddy just tries his best 

he doesn’t know what he’s doing in life bc he kind of has nothing going for him ? he isn’t qualified in anything, he did kinda badly in school, has no Motivation or Goals or Options so he’s just,,, doing what he can. so rn he works at florist gump ( best name for anything ever. shoutout to v for that one. iconic ) and shazam comics and HE’S JUST TRYING HIS BEST OKAY !!! 

but he’s lowkey the softest peach alive ?? bless him 

it’s..........lowkey his birthday ? lol ? i didn’t intend for this, bc i’ve been meaning to bring him in since the rp opened ( whoops ) and i had to age him down lol bc he’s been out of action for like four months and i wasn’t ready for him to be 29 yet, so HE TURNED 28 TODAY. if i’d played him solidly since the last time i played him then i wouldn’t mind so much lol bUT HE’S NOT READY YET 

he has stats here ! and his full ass bio is a wip !

he is currently the father to an adorable tortoise named jerome who is his pride and joy 

fun zesty stuff about him:  disney enthusiast, halloween fan, has the single most hideous collection of granddad jumpers that’s it’s currently too warm to wear, big house plant guy despite the fact he cannot keep them alive – he loves them anyway, not a christmas fan, not the sharpest tool in the box, a Sensitive Fella, likes to paint even tho he’s very bad at it and knows it, photography fan, lover of puns, and i love him 

other shit:

i don’t have a connections page for him yet like i do for hazey so i’m gonna list some stuff at the bottom until i get my arse into gear and make him a page 

i don’t think his ims will work because he’s a sideblog and he’s still connected to an old blog, but feel free to im me on h’s blog ( @lcsbicas ) if you wanna plot with him !

i’ve been awake forever so i’m going to bed and shall be back late Nice

thanks for coming to my teddy talk

connections:

❀ *ﾟ  ━  olds pals from when he lived in crownsville b4 !

❀ *ﾟ  ━ childhood pals from the englands !

❀ *ﾟ  ━ people he delivers flower to a lot !

❀ *ﾟ  ━ soft pals !

❀ *ﾟ  ━ uhhhh exes maybe ?? if we can make that work ? he’s bi so he likes everybody yeET

❀ *ﾟ  ━ friends that are basically like a family bc Yes !

❀ *ﾟ  ━ god i’m tired i’m drawing a blank i might have to edit this when i wake up 

[carey-pricemas]

Bad Days- Brendan Perlini

I have… nada to say… well then! I love the Yotes, send them some love and enjoy!

Warning: One cuss word

Anon Request: Hey if your requests are still open can u do a Brenden Perlini one where his girlfriend is a hockey player and she been down because she feels she not good enough at the game but he helps to show her she a great player I love your writing by the way your amazing and I love your writing

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              You dropped your bag down with a frustrated sigh, eyeing it. You gave it a good swift kick, hoping that would help with your recent struggles.

              It had been a bad week, and since it was the first week of the month, a bad month.

              “Babe?” Brendan called out. “Was that you?”

              “No just a burglar” you called back, making your way to the living room. You bent over the back of the couch and pecked Brendan’s lips. “I’m going to go grab a shower. Lunch?”

              “Already got it in the oven” he said. You kissed him once more.

              “You’re the best.” You straightened and started down the hallway towards your bathroom.

              “Don’t you forget it!” he called out. You laughed. Leave it to Brendan to make you feel better when all you wanted to do was cry.

              Or punch something.

              You turned the water on super-hot and stepped inside, hoping to scald the frustrations from your body.

              Your hockey team was not doing so well and you were pretty sure it was all you. You went from averaging 2 points a game to none. You couldn’t even buy a freaking assist at this point. What were you doing wrong? Why did you have to be so crappy now?

              Ok thinking about it was not helping.

              You shut off the shower and toweled off, slipping into a pair of sweats and one of Brendan’s t-shirts before padding back out to the living room.

              “Lunch is ready” Brendan said, pointing at the plate he fixed for you. You smiled at him gratefully, curling up beside him and looking at the TV.

              Freaking hockey highlights. Of course.

              “Can we watch something else?” you asked. Brendan gave you a questioning look, but flipped through the stations trying to find something you’d both watch. “This is fine” you said when he stopped on ESPN. Obviously they weren’t going to cover hockey. You stabbed at your fish as they talked about basketball.

              “You know” Brendan said casually. “It’s already dead. No need to be so violent.” You looked up at him before looking down at your plate, seeing the mess you had made of the fish. You could feel your bottom lip quivering as tears flooded your eyes.

              NO! You were stronger than that! No crying!

              “Hey” he said gently. “What’s wrong?”

              “I suck” you blurted. Finally, you said it out loud. “I don’t know why coach hasn’t benched me yet.”

              “What are you talking about? You’re the best one on the team!”

              “You’re a little biased” you said with a small smile. You sighed and set your plate down in your lap.

              “Ok so tell me why you, Ms. I-can-out-hockey-you, think you’re so terrible. Lay it on me.”

              “You won’t understand.” Brendan lifted an eyebrow, his gaze going directly where you had hung his draft jersey on the wall next to yours. “Ok maybe you would” you admitted. Brendan snorted.

              “Maybe. Let’s find out, eh?”

              “None of my passes are connecting anymore, I can’t get the puck under control, I keep turning the puck over in our zone, we’re sucking as a team and it’s all because of me.” You took a deep breath. Saying it out loud made you feel… better. “Oh and somehow I got a game misconduct for one of my teammates boarding a player. Refs need their eyes checked.” Brendan laughed.

              “You think these are all you problems? That no one else in hockey has them?”

              “I just…” you paused. “I’m not good at this.“

              "Babe, no one is perfect at hockey. Not even Sidney Crosby.”

              “Yeah but…”

              “No, no buts. The guys and I do this for a living, you don’t. And I’m not saying that to be mean, I’m just saying facts.” Brendan chuckled. “The other day in practice, when we went to get on the ice Murph didn’t take off his skate guards. Landed flat on his face.” You giggled.

              “Seriously?” Brendan nodded.

              “Funniest thing all week and I’m pretty sure the Snap Chat person got a picture.” You giggled. “During warm-ups a few weeks ago, Shane FLATTENED poor Chych. Just nailed the poor kid.” You burst out laughing full on. “Chych got so much shit for it, but it was really all Doaner’s fault.”

              “I saw that” you said.

              “Everyone did” Brendan said laughing. “Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

              “That you guys are clumsy?” Brendan rolled his eyes. “You can’t deny it.”

              “I really can’t” he said. “But that’s us, the Arizona Coyotes, who do this day in and day out, are just like you guys. We have bad turn overs, our D completely miss the puck when they try to block it sometimes, our passes don’t connect. We get it. Truly. But it’s a bad day. You just got to put it behind you and move on to the next day. Focus on the next game. Ok?”

              “That seriously helps, Bren. Thank you” you said, kissing his cheek.

              “My services aren’t free” he said with a wink. You laughed.

              “And what do I owe for these services?” Brendan’s grinned widened and you were sure he was going to say something completely inappropriate. You were surprised.

              “Meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner.”

              “I think that can be arranged.”

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Omg I love how this turned out! Let me know what you all think! Up next: JVR!

[sutterbabe]

#3 Mitch Marner

A Mitch one where he gets jealous? Thxx

YEEE. Jealous mitchell makes my life.

(dated 13 feb) ALSO DID Y’ALL SEE HIM ZOOM TO HIS BOYF. CAN YOU BELIEVE HE LOVES AUSTON SO MUCH

(DATED 28 FEB) MY BBY IS BACKKKK

Warnings: idk language

Song suggestion of the day: UPGRADE U BY BEYONCE

“No way Lady GaGa is better than Nikki Manaj. She’s a close second but she’s not Anaconda good. If we’re talking pre-2010 then maybe-”

You scoffed. “Mitch, that is the dumbest thing I’ve heard all week. Nikki’s good and I love her but she isn’t Lady Gaga good.” 

Were you a Lady Gaga fan? No. Were you a Nikki Manaj fan? Also no. Is this how you expected this trip to go? Not really. 

It was the leafs bye-week and what else would you be doing than watching hockey. You and Mitch were driving down to London to watch another Knights/Otters game. To be honest you didn’t really mind if it meant spending time with Mitch, and it was also super cute how much he loved his friends. Mitch also had some very strong opinions on pop music, which you had decided to bear the brunt of if it meant you didn’t have to hear the same three Nikki Manaj songs over and over again.

“Give me your phone, Mitchell.” you demanded as va va vroom came on for the eighth time. 

“i can’t believe you would even think something like that.” Mitch muttered, obviously still peeved that you would ever mention another artist save Nikki. However he passed you his phone anyway so you could finally change the song. “Is this old school Beyonce?”

You smirked, humming along to the intro of Upgrade U, making Mitch laugh and roll his eyes before eventually singing along all the way till you got to London. You’d planned to arrive super early so Mitch could quickly catch up with stromer before the game and then you and Mitch would have a couple of hours to kill in the London before the game.

You stopped at a Tim’s near the rink and went to find a seat inside while Mitch waited for Dylan by the car. When will dylan come home from the war He was excited to say the least. As you waited for Mitch to return, presumably followed by at least one Erie otter, you flicked through your phone to kill time till a small commotion outside made you glance up to see your boyfriend tackle his best friend in a hug. You chuckled a little at that, you were glad that he was so happy. 

“You a hockey fan?”

You blinked, glancing around to see who’d spoken. A guy, maybe a couple years older than you, dressed in a knights shirt had stopped by your table on his way out. “Sorry?”

“Oh it’s just that the game’s on today. That guy out there,” he nodded towards where Mitch and Dylan were happily reunited. “Dylan Strome, plays for the-”

“Otters.” you finished. “Yeah, I know.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So you do follow hockey.”

You shrugged. “And?”

“Can I join you? I could teach you a few of the rules if you’d like?”

You forced yourself to smile. “Sorry, I’m waiting for my boyfriend, maybe another time.”

“Sure.” he shrugged. “I might see you at the game then?”

“Maybe.” you replied, hoping this guy would get the queue that you weren’t interested. He left a couple of minutes before Dylan and Mitch entered, making their way over to you. You grinned, greeting Dylan with a hug.

“That was a sour look you had on before,” Dylan noted.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Says you.” You joked. “Anyway, it was just some guy.”

“What’d he say?” Mitch demanded, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, making you and Dylan laugh.

“Calm down, Mitchell.” you laughed, patting his knee. “He literally just asked me about hockey.”

“I don’t like it.” Mitch huffed.

“Well that makes two of us.” you laughed. “Anyway, how’s El Capitan, Dylan Strome doing?”

Dylan smiled. “Better now I’m actually playing hockey again.”

You smiled, hopefully that meant he wasn’t feeling too bad about being sent down. “Erie’s doing great. You must be a hell of a captain.” you told him. “Mitch watches every game.”

“Shut up.” Mitch snapped as a huge triumphant grin split across Stromer’s face. “Just the few I get time to see.”

“And all of the ones i record for you- Ow!” you chimed, glaring a Mitch as he elbowed you gently in the ribs.

You and mitch got to spend another twenty minutes or so with Dylan before he had to go, which you’d known before hand but didn’t make Mitch any less sad afterward. Even when you reminded him that he’d still be able to catch Dylan after the game.

You milled around London, spending some nice quality time with Mitch, which you’d definitely missed during the season. As the game start neared, you made your way back to the Knights home arena, shrugging on your jerseys, which you’d both left in the car so they didn’t get dirty because, to be honest, white is a bitch to clean.

“This is fun,” Mitch told you as you found your seats. “We should see more hockey games together.”

You hummed in agreement. “We should. It’s nice seeing Dylan play without cheering for the other team for once.” you laughed.

“Y/N, we’re in knights jersey’s.” Mitch pointed out. “But, yeah. I get where you’re coming from.”

You chuckled. “Maybe I’ll be investing in a ‘yotes jersey soon. For every time they aren’t playing you.”

Mitch laughed. “Can you imagine? He’d never let us hear the end of it.”

You giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek. “He really appreciates you coming, you know.”

Mitch nodded. “I know. He was feeling pretty down after the whole sent down thing. Some of the commentators have been talking about how we’re all playing in the NHL and he’s not and it gets to him.”

“I know. Which is why he’s lucky to have a friend like you, who supports him no matter what.” you told him, smiling up at your boyfriend.

The knights lost, but you didn’t think Mitch actually minded much if it meant that Dylan won. You took your time exiting the stands, hand securely in Mitch’s as you navigated through the sea of people. You had a bit a chat to Dylan but again, Mitch didn’t really get to spend as much time with his friend as he would have liked. You chatted to a couple of Dylan’s teammates to give the boys a bit of space. Sure, Dylan was your friend but he and Mitch deserved a chance to talk about stuff by themselves. After you said your goodbyes and the otters left for the bus, Mitch lingered a little longer to talk to some of his old teammates. 

“Hey,”

You turned at the voice, only to find the guy from earlier.

“I hoped I’d see you tonight. Hopefully after a win but-” he shrugged. The guy must’ve been pretty new to the team because you didn’t recognise him from Mitch’s days as a knight. “Who’re you waiting for? Brother? Nah, I’d know if one of the boys had a sister as hot as you.”

“You’ve really got a way with words.” you muttered sarcastically.

“And women. Especially attractive ones.” he added. “So I’ve been told.”

“I’m sure.” you retorted.

“So what happened to that boyfriend of yours? You ditch him in the stands? He waiting by the car?”

It was at that moment, as you were about to glance around for Mitch that an arm wrapped around your waist from behind. You smiled as mitch gently pulled you back against him, kissing a spot at the base of your jaw tenderly. 

“I hope you aren’t talking about me.” he murmured lowly, hardly giving the guy in front of you a second glance as he nussled your cheek. 

You hummed lightly. “Your timing is perfect, as always. We were just wondering were you were.” 

“We?” Mitch questioned, raising an eyebrow as he glanced across at the guy opposite you, moving to wrap his arm round your waist.

“That’s Mitch Marner.” The guy stated blankly. “He plays for-”

“The leafs.” you finished. “I know, he’s my boyfriend.” you turned back to mitch. “He’s offered to teach me about hockey, what do you think about that, Mitchy? Sounds fun?” You hadn’t intended to stir Mitch up, but it was way too easy and way too much fun. 

“Oh really?” Mitch muttered.

“Yes, he was telling me he has quite a way with women. Especially..” you paused for a moment. “What was the word you used? Oh yeah.. attractive ones.”

Beside you Mitch was so tense, if he went on like this he was going to hurt himself or, more likely, someone else (ie. this idiot in front of you who clearly had no idea what he’d gotten himself into).

“You think my girlfriend’s hot?” Mitch demanded.

“There’s really no right answer to this is there?”

“The right answer is to not be a douche in the first place.” Mitch seethed. He probably would have said so much worse if you hadn’t extracted yourself and Mitch from the conversation, waving goodbye to the remaining knights still milling around before dragging Mitch out of the arena. “What a fucking sleaze bag.” Mitch growled as you reached the car. You turned to face him, cupping his face gently in your hands as he frowned darkly. 

You pouted. “Don’t get too worked up about it, Mitchy.”

He grumbled a little longer. “I just don’t like guys talking to you like that.”

You hummed, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You and me both, Mister.”

“Fucking disrespectful.” he muttered, kissing you again.

“I know, Mitchell. That’s why I’m dating you.”

He cracked a small smile. “Because I’m fucking disrespectful?”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny.”

“Anyway, where’d you want dinner, beautiful? Here or on the road?” he asked, attempting to change the subject.

“On the way. Or did you want to do something here? I don’t mind.” you replied.

He shrugged. “On the way it is.”

Truth be told you actually went out of your way to get chipotle in London anyway but, neither of you really seemed to mind. 

“Fun fact:” you began. “you’re my favourite person.”

“Are you saying that because i got you chipotle?” Mitch questioned sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m saying that because I love you.”

A smile made its way across mitch’s face and he raised your intertwined hands to his lips. “Good, because I definitely love you too.” he murmured.