#jacob markstrom blurb

[laurenairay]

For your birthday prompts, 3 “You bet on us?” with Jacob Markstrom please.

Oooh this one was fun to write, mainly because I haven’t written for Marky in ages – I hope you enjoy it!

“You bet on us?”

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“We’re going to have to tell them eventually, you know.”

You turned your head on the pillow to look at your boyfriend, huffing out a laugh.

“Yeah I know. Hasn’t it been nice not having everyone up in our business though?” you mused.

Jacob just laughed, nodding his agreement. The two of you had fallen into each other’s beds almost immediately when he’d first been traded to Calgary, your friendship with Elias Lindholm’s girlfriend Annika looping you into the same circles, especially when Jacob was still living with them. As time had gone on though, friends with benefits had shifted into something more, a solid serious relationship, but you’d both agreed to keep things quiet, mostly because you’d already seen how nosy and involved his team and all your friends were with anyone’s new relationships, and you’d just wanted to keep it to yourself for the moment.

That ‘moment’ had shifted into 3 months, and still no-one knew. You never posted anything on social media about each other, you didn’t go to team events, you definitely didn’t show up together to friends gatherings, and you rarely did a date night out in public. Sure, some people might not like that, but for you, it felt nice having something that was just yours.

But it looked like Jacob had reached the end of his need for privacy. Intriguing.

“Any particular reason you’ve changed your mind?” you asked, propping your head up with your hand to look at him properly.

“I just…everyone gets to snuggle in public. I want to be able to do that with you,” he admitted, blush dusting his cheeks.

Oh that sweet, sweet man.

“Okay,” you said simply.

“Okay?” he repeated, eyes full of hope.

“Yeah, okay. I’m in, let’s go public,” you nodded.

The grin that spread over Jacob’s lips made you laugh, that laughter increasing as he all but launched himself at you, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck.

Trying to figure out how to go public in the most low-key way was the hard part. Even though you’d both agreed that it was finally time after talking a little more about the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to make a big song and dance about things. That just wasn’t you, and it certainly wasn’t him either.

Eventually, you both decided to just show up holding hands to a dinner Elias and Annika were hosting at their house. That was as minimal fuss as you could think of – anything else could come later.

So when the evening came, Jacob squeezing your hand for reassurance while you waited for the door to open, you couldn’t deny that you were nervous. Not bad nervous per say, but there was still that element of the unknown. Would they be mad that you hadn’t told them? At least not for long when they saw how happy you were, right?

“You made it!”

Elias’s loud voice greeted you, breaking you out of your thoughts, and you found yourself smiling as he did a double take.

“Annika! They finally showed up together!” he called over his shoulder.

What.

“About time!” Annika said happily as she appeared next to him, “You owe me so much money babe.”

What?!

You looked up at Jacob, who looked just as confused as you were. Well that was something at least.

“You bet on us?” you asked, confused.

“Honey, we all did,” Annika mused.

Well damn.

We all did. That was ominous.

The two of you walked into their house, Elias shutting the door behind you, but your head was still whirling as Annika took your coats. They all knew? Or, they’d all guessed? What the hell?

“Who bet what?” Jacob asked, when the four of you finally in the kitchen.

You batted at his arm, making him laugh.

“What? I want to know what they were thinking about us,” he shrugged, earning laughter from your friends.

You huffed out a laugh, but smiled as he lifted your joint hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, Annika just cooing at the sweet display.

“There’s like a dozen of us involved in the main bet now, I won’t lie…”

Well, fuck. That was way more than you’d thought.

“…and everything ranged from if you were just sleeping together or secretly crushing on each other or actually properly dating, including when admissions were made and who told who first. I have a spreadsheet and everything. And of course us two had our own bet.”

“Oh you guys are the worst!” you groaned.

You could guess at least a few of the people involved, knowing how busybody they all were, but the full scale of it still blew your mind a little.

But at least they weren’t mad?

“I guess you’ll need details to make sure the winnings go out properly, hm?” Jacob said simply.

“You are far too nonchalant,” you sighed.

“I’m just happy I get to show off how happy I am,” Jacob shrugged, smiling down at you, “I liked keeping things private, don’t get me wrong, but it was time.”

Well how could you argue with that?

“So, details?” Elias grinned.

Jacob just grinned back, Elias and Annika laughing, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. Of all the reactions, this was the last thing you were expecting…but you also weren’t surprised in the slightest.

“Here’s what happened…”

[toasttt11]

moving in

September 6, 2024

Gemma smiled fondly at her mother’s worrying and just let her mother ramble while she hugged her.

Gemma knew her parents were sad and nervous with Gemma moving out officially, it was a bit different than when she was away from home because of hockey and staying with someone or her going to collage, she is officially moving out of her home and starting a new chapter in her life.

“Mom i’ll be fine.” Gemma softly reassured her mom, she knew her mom would be worried because she was just as worried last year when Adam moved out.

“I know.” Julia agreed cupping her youngest cheek, it still shocked her everyday how fast her kids had all grown up and that Gemma is already eighteen.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Gemma reminded her parents squeezing her Dad’s hand.

Gemma was already confirmed to be on the team on the upcoming season and her parents were planning to come see her first game that would be in Prague, unfortunately Adam definitely won’t be able to go and Luca most likely won’t be able to either.

Julia nodded and pressed a kiss to her only daughter’s head, “Ti Amo my Gem.” Julia softly whispered to her daughter.

“Ti Amo Mama.” Gemma sweetly whispered back and politely ignored the tears in her mom’s eye and she hugged her Dad softly.

Giuliano pressed a gentle kiss to his only daughter’s cheek. They didn’t need to share any words just a look with a smile before he let her go and wrapped an arm around his wife.

Luca frowned feeling incredibly old that his baby sister is old enough to live in her own apartment with her boyfriend all alone in a new city, “Are you going to be okay Gems?” Luca asked worriedly.

Luca has always has hated how much Gemma has been alone because of hockey because for almost his entire life he always had Adam and when he moved away from home he had Adam with him but Gemma is always on her own.

“I’m gonna be okay.” Gemma softly reassured her eldest brother, she was looking forward to start a new chapter in her life especially with Macklin. She was about to start living out the dream she has had for years she was excited not sad.

Luca slowly nodded believing Gemma’s words, “Okay.” Luca pulled her into a hug, “I’ll see you soon.” Luca promised and hugged her tighter before reluctantly letting her go and ticking her hair behind her ear and giving her one more soft smile before walking over to their parents.

“Come here.” Adam opened his arms for his baby sister and hugged her tightly, “Have fun okay. Enjoy this you have earned it.” Adam softly told her rubbing her back and he kissed the top of her head.

They pulled back from each other sharing one more smile with each other before Gemma started walking them out

She leaned on the door watching her family get in the elevator as she waved softly at them. She thought she would be more sad but if anything she’s excited to be living with Macklin.

Gemma watched the elevator doors close, Macklin came up behind her wrapping his arms around and his chin resting on her shoulder as she closed their front door.

Macklin’s family had only left a few minutes before Gemma’s family after they said their goodbyes to Macklin.

“You okay?” Macklin asked her softly kissing her cheek softly.

Gemma nodded slowly, “Yeah i’m okay.” Gemma softly reassured him as her hand rested over his hands. Leaving for Chicago a few years was a lot harder for Gemma but she is use to being away form her family most of the year now, doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss them all the time but she is used to it.

Macklin nodded accepting her answer as he knows what’s she means as Gemma started walking to their couch with Macklin still holding her from behind.

Macklin reluctantly let go of her so they go sit together in the couch and they looked out at the windows of the beautiful view of New Jersey.

Macklin wrapped an arm over her shoulder as Gemma cuddled into his side with her legs draped over his lap and he grabbed the pink throw blanket that was on the couch and threw it over them.

Macklin and Gemma were almost fully moved in already as their family were there to help them unpack and they also don’t have a lot of stuff between them yet.

Macklin thought Gemma had done really well decorating their apartment not that he expected anything else.

Gemma kept it pretty simple in decorations but there are few pink accents decorations that Macklin loves because it reminds him of her.

“We should get flowers when we get groceries later.” Gemma told Macklin as she was looking around the living room, dinning room and kitchen from where she was sitting on the couch and she saw the empty vases that she wanted pink flowers in.

“Whatever you want.” Macklin smiled softly kissing the top of her head, he had already planned to get flowers when they went out later knowing how much Gemma loves to have fresh flowers.

Gemma hummed softly back and closed her eyes letting out a soft sigh as she leaned her head on his chest, “I love you.” Gemma softly whispered to her best friend who is also her boyfriend.

“I love you too my sweet girl.” Macklin softly whispered back rubbing her back gently, “I got you a present.” Macklin grinned as he saw her head look up for her to peak at him.

“What is it?” Gemma asked curiously.

“Let me go get it.” Macklin gently sat up letting go of Gemma and walked to his room real quick and grabbed the small box out of his bag and opened it grabbing the thing in the box and walked back.

“Close your eyes.” Macklin softly told her hiding his hand behind his back. Gemma smiled and closed her eyes.

Macklin sat back down on the couch and moved her hair off her back and gently laid the necklace down on her chest shutting it close. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, “Open it.”

Macklin smiled watching as she looked down at the necklace and noticed the charm, a small 17, “Since it’s our number now.” Macklin told her already loving seeing her in their number.

Gemma beamed touching the necklace gently, it was perfect, small enough she could wear it all the time even for hockey, she turned towards him and pressed her lips to his, “Thank you Amore.”

“Always.” Macklin flushed a little red as he smiled at her and kissed her again.

Macklin and Gemma’s NJ Apartment

[bqstqnbruin]

New Jersey Devils

Main Masterlist

If the links don’t work, let me know!

Nico Hischier

Fics:

See you again

Jack Hughes

Fics:

Forget About Us

Jacob Markstrom

Blurbs:

Jacob takes you away for a freezing weekend in the mountains

Jacob fakes being your boyfriend when your ex shows up

A drunken phone call works out for once? Ground breaking. 

You comfort Jacob after a heartbreaking end to the season

Time to play Alphabet Aerobics!

You ruin Jacob’s plans by accident

Jacob is jealous of a guy flirting with you

The power goes out and Jacob offers to keep you warm in more ways than one, apparently

Jacob catches you catching snowflakes on your tongue

[senditcolton]

Here’s my round-up! Yeah, I went a little overboard with it this year but eh, it was really fun to make. Below is a monthly breakdown!

January

Just What I Want to Hear (Tyler Seguin)*** Take Me to the Edge (Pierre-Luc Dubois)*** Youthfully Felt (Sidney Crosby)

February

The Intimacy of... Series (Brock Boeser)

April

Before I Bury You (Chris Kreider) Falling (Tyson Jost) I Found You Under an April Sky (Chris Kreider)

May

Always Leave Me Wanting More (Ryan O’Reilly)***

June

What Do You Want? (Anthony Beauvillier)*** Lay All Your Love on Me (Jacob Markstrom)***

July

Always, I Know (Erik Johnson) I’ve Been Waiting for You (Tyler Seguin)

August

The Movie of Us (Josh Anderson) Let’s Start with Forever (Chris Kreider)

September

Serendipity (Mat Barzal)

October

Midnights Mashups

November

Trinity of Terror Birthday Blurbs

December

You Should Come and See Me (Chris Kreider)***

[matthewtkachuk]

runner - jacob markstrom

Fear of commitment threatens to end you and Jacob before you've even properly begun, but not if Jacob has anything to say about it

pairing: jacob markstrom x reader

warnings: commitment issues, self-reflection disguised as fic, mentions of mental illness (vague, but its there!), do i really need to put angst as a warning anymore?

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this was written for my beloved @danglesnipecelly last summer when she was sad because i love her and would take a bullet for her. @antoineroussel told me to post it before ordering pizza and doing the dishes, but i don't listen well so i ordered food first <3 to my beloved readers and anons...ily. also i've never seen this gif before and it makes me wanna d*e but in a h*rny way

You’re a runner.

Not in the traditional sense, no. You never ran track, never beat anyone in the hundred meter or any number of meters for that matter. Never tried out for cross country, don’t have a trophy or a medal.

But you’ve been running since you were fifteen. From your home life, from your friendship dramas, from your own destructive internal monologue, from every boy who has ever told you sweet little lies. Commitment isn’t something you’ve been good with. Expectations placed on you from a young age coupled with terrible coping mechanisms and declining mental health: only a few in the long list of reasons why settling down with the same person for the rest of your life is so terrifying.

And so you hadn’t - settled down, that is; throughout the years, you ran through men like mani-pedi nail colors. Giving them a glimpse of you, enough of you to entice them and bring them to your bed and sometimes even into your life for a time. But never had you let someone get in close enough to see who you really are, or even close enough for enough time to begin to scratch at the surface.

Until Jacob.

Until six foot whatever of handsome and kindness and pure, unadulterated joy steps off the plane in Calgary and right into your heart. As a good friend of Annica’s and with your parents on the other side of the country, you’re invited to join her and Elias and their new guest for Christmas celebrations. You don’t expect much more than amazing food and the familiar feeling of being the redundant third wheel of a fully functional bicycle. That’s the thing about Jacob, though, from the minute you met him until the very last you'd let yourself know him, he shattered every expectation you had.

Despite his own quiet nature and initial shyness, the two of you catch on like a house on fire - burning quickly and brightly, leaving Elias and Annica to feel like the outsider looking in on something special. You let him kiss you that first night and you don’t stop letting him. It’s laughter that lasts long enough that your sides hurt, silly grins and lingering touches, conversations that make you feel like you’ve known him your entire life and not a few short days. Christmas comes and goes and you leave that apartment with a beautiful bracelet from Annica and a new number in your phone with the promise of something more weighing heavily on your heart.

Jacob’s confident but never cocky, never so sure of himself that it comes at the expense of your feelings. He is nothing if not respectful of your boundaries, never pushing to a point that’s invasive, but not content to let you sit in your negative feelings when they come. It’s like a sixth sense, the way he comes around just when you need him to. There’s never a real formal conversation about the feelings that twist and twine between the two of you like the ribbon of the gifts you’d brought the Christmas you’d met. Yet you find yourself in his bed, and in his arms, and in his jersey waiting at the end of every home game all the same. It’s you he falls into and you he calls on the road and you who comes to mean more to him than he ever thought possible.

It’s also you who gets scared.

There is never a real formal conversation about your feelings but you find yourself in love with him all the same. All your life you’d run, keeping men at arm’s length and never an inch closer and yet here had come this beautiful Swede and shattered your walls alongside your expectations. From everything you’d ever known about love, everything you’d ever read or been told, love was supposed to be this beautiful, freeing, all-encompassing feeling. There’s nothing freeing about the panic in your chest as you take in the apartment you’ve all but moved into without a single discussion. There’s no freedom in your toothbrush alongside his, your shoes in the entryway, or your keys on the counter. Nor the books on the nightstand on your side of the bed that you still haven't gotten around to reading, or the flowers you’d dried and pressed between their pages.

He’s never actually asked you for something more, but you love him and there are pieces of you all over this apartment and it’s all too much. It’s all too much and so you do the only thing you’ve ever been good at.

You run.

It’s surprisingly easy to pack the pieces of you that litter the apartment. You’re as quick as you can be, knowing Jacob could return at any moment, but it’s not enough

“What are you doing?” His voice cuts through the silence and your own internal monologue that you’ve been struggling with for hours. It’s almost comical, because what other reason would you have for your suitcase open on his bed with everything you had ever brought into this apartment haphazardly shoved within. He must come to the conclusion on his own, because his next words are: “Please, stay.” It’s so honest, so earnest, it stops you right in your tracks. You don’t turn around, don’t really trust yourself to.

“Jacob-” It’s barely his name that escapes your lips, more of a wounded noise barely resembling the syllables.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours but just stay and we can talk this through.” He sounds so sure, so confident in the words he speaks that you hesitate for a moment.

Because no man has ever fought for you like this, content to accept the pieces of you that you offered and moving along when you no longer offered them. You should have known that Jacob would be different, that he was different. No one had ever managed to get this close, even your closest friends were still kept inches from you. Only Jacob had infiltrated your defenses with a vigor and a covertness that you’d never seen it coming until he was firmly pressed against you.

“Talk to me, baby, please,” he all but begs. Every part of your brain screams at you to ignore the plea, to finish shoving your things inside that suitcase and go. But your heart, your traitorous heart that beats for him and him alone whispers to you, calls to you. What if? What if this time you don’t go. What if this time you open your heart and lay out your every insecurity for him to see and judge.

You’re a runner, but this time you hang up your running shoes and face life head on as you sit beside him on the large sectional and let him in.

[spine-buster]

Structures ft. Jacob Markstrom | Act 1, Scene 1

gif credit @/niallhoranhasthat1thing

CONTENT WARNINGS:

This fic will deal with mental health issues, including (manic) depression, thoughts of self-harm, thoughts of worthlessness, and issues regarding struggles to conceive.

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! Welcome to the prologue of my new story! As the content warning displays, this story is going to be a bit more serious in tone and subject matter, so please beware. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to talk about it!

April 6th, 2019

Jacob walked into Vancouver General Hospital with his hands balled nervously into fists. After the phone call with Geneviève – which he’d never forget for the rest of his life – he’d boarded a chartered flight with the rest of the Vancouver Canucks back to Vancouver. They���d already played their last home game of the season a few days ago, and had to finish up the two road games to officially end their season. He thought back to the home closer, which Geneviève attended with so many other of the wives and girlfriends. She’d seemed so happy. Jacob was killing himself trying to look for signs retroactively, but there was no use. She’d been smiling and laughing with Grace, Svea, and Holly the entire time. Now, he knew that deep down, despite the happy exterior, she was suffering. He should have known better.

He made his own way into the psychiatric ward, where she was being placed on a 72-hour hold. This was standard procedure. Jacob knew it all too well from the last time this happened. She’d have to be evaluated by a psychiatrist to make sure she wouldn’t be a harm to herself or others before she could be let go.

He signed in with the front desk and the receptionist began leading him through the ward. Geneviève was in a private room. He was told she’d been reading from the library the entire time thus far, which was typical of her. Her phone had been confiscated. The psychiatrist allowed her to wear her regular clothes, but she’d change into scrubs during laundry time. She’d let everyone know she was in there because she couldn’t get pregnant. Some of the women, in particular, felt for her.

When the door was opened for him, he saw Geneviève sitting on her bed, with her back against the simple headboard. “Ge-ne-veeeeeeeev, you have a visitor,” the receptionist smiled, pronouncing her name wrong. “The door will have to remain open,” she said to Jacob before nodding once and slipping out of the room.

Geneviève watched as Jacob made his way over, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Hi sötnos,” he whispered softly, placing his left hand on the other side of her legs, then lowering slightly.

“You came for a visit,” Geneviève said, laying her hand on his arm.

Jacob furrowed his brows slightly. “G, I’m your husband. Obviously I’m going to come visit you.”

“I thought when you got home, you’d see the divorce papers on the counter and sign them.”

Jacob shook his head. “I haven’t been home. I gave my suitcase to Alex and told him to bring it to our place, that I had to be somewhere.”

“So you haven’t been home yet?”

“No.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Geneviève tried to think about what it must have been like for Jacob to get a call from her like that when he was all the way in Florida, and how it probably kept him up all night and took years off his life due to stress. All she did was scare and hurt him. Yet he was still here, visiting her before he even went home. She reached for his other hand and grabbed it, holding it in both of hers. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“You need to stop apologizing to me,” he said. “There’s no reason to feel sorry about this. I’d rather you be here than suffering alone at home.”

“I never wanted to end up back in this situation. Not after what happened last time. Not after how much I hurt you,” she said.

“Stop putting the focus on me,” Jacob said, squeezing her hand gently. “This isn’t about me. This is about you getting better, about us working through this again. When did it start getting bad for you again?”

Geneviève knew she had to be honest – this was her husband, and she couldn’t lie to her husband – but she knew that she’d get emotional admitting everything to him. She wanted to keep and bottle all of it up inside, but that’s what led to this situation anyway. “A couple of months ago,” she began, her lips already beginning to quiver. “I’d say after the new year.”

After the new year? So more than just a couple of months. But Jacob knew exactly what caused it – well, at least the two biggest things. “So after the fourth time it didn’t take,” he said.

Geneviève nodded her head. “And after Christmas with my brother.” Jacob nodded his head, waiting for Geneviève to continue. “My brother was such a fucking asshole that Christmas. He—he waited until you were playing with the kids, and then he brought me to our bedroom and he—he just—”

“What did he say?” Jacob asked, ready to fly to Berlin to kill him.

“He—he said to me, ‘You gave up being a countess for this’,” she tried mimicking her brother. “He was just so mean about it. No remorse. He wanted to hurt me and he did, he knew he did. I don’t even know why he came all the way to Vancouver for Christmas if he was just going to say that to me and tell me how he’s still disappointed in me.”

Well, Jacob knew who was going to get a piece of his mind the next time he was alone and with a phone, which was probably going to be right after he left the hospital. This wasn’t the first time Jacob would have to defend his wife, and he knew it wouldn’t be his last. It also wasn’t the first time Jacob would have to defend his wife from her own family. But he tried not to think about it. “Sötnos, you know how your family is—”

“Please don’t tell them I’m back in here,” she whimpered.

“Shhhh shhh shhh shhh, I won’t,” he whispered, leaning forward so he could give her a quick kiss. “I would never, unless you told me to. Nobody has to know besides us, unless you want them to know.”

Geneviève licked her lips after Jacob kissed her. She loved her husband’s kisses; adored them. She had since they first kissed three years ago. She felt that every time they kissed, Jacob gave a little bit of himself to her. She knew she gave a little bit of herself to him. She sighed. “My brother’s not even—it’s not the biggest—Jacob…” she began to cry again. “Jacob, why can’t I get pregnant with our baby?”

She began to sob, and Jacob didn’t bother answering her. Instead, he engulfed her in his arms, hugging her against his chest as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He let her, because he knew she needed it, even though he knew she’d probably done a lot of secret crying and crying when he was on the road trip when he couldn’t see her. He let himself cry too, knowing how much pain it caused his wife. When they met, Geneviève expressed to him that she didn’t see herself having children, but that when she met him, she only wanted children with him. It was very specific. She only wanted his children. And he agreed – he couldn’t see anyone else being the mother to his children, so the feeling was mutual. But when they began trying, there were infertility issues, and those infertility issues led them to all kinds of help, the most recent being in-vitro fertilization. Geneviève wanted children so badly with him that she was putting her body through hell to be able to have children. But it didn’t seem like the IVF was working. Five times now, it didn’t take. They weren’t successful.

But Geneviève put all the blame on herself.

“I still have hope, G,” he whispered, still holding her in his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me it was getting bad again?”

She pushed away gently to look at him. “Do you regret marrying me?”

“Never,” Jacob answered instantly. He didn’t need to think about it, because there was nothing to think about. “Never. I—why would you ask that? Do you regret marrying me?”

“No no no. Never,” she shook her head vigorously. “Not in a billion years. But I don’t understand how you could stay when all I do is hurt you. When I can’t give you what you want.”

“What did we tell each other at the beginning, hmm? Remember we told each other that we can’t see ourselves doing this with anybody else in the world?” Jacob asked. Geneviève nodded her head. “That’s still the same for me, sötnos. I’m here through thick and thin. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.”

“But I can’t give you what you want,” she repeated.

“It’ll happen one day, G,” he said. Maybe he was an eternal optimist, but optimism is what they needed at the moment. They needed it more than anything. “Right now it’s tragedy after tragedy, but it will happen for us one day.”

Tears escaped Geneviève’s eyes again, and she leaned her head against Jacob’s chest, crying silently as he wrapped his arms around her again. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered after a while.

“Stop saying that.”

“You don’t deserve a wife who’s in a mental hospital.”

“We were made for each other, G. Remember that. It’s somewhere in your head and it’s hard to find right now, but it’s in there. We were made for each other.”

***

When Jacob was back in the privacy of his and Geneviève’s large, penthouse apartment in downtown Vancouver, he thought about the life he made with her here. Their kitchen, filled with bits and bobs from their travels – shot glasses from every city or country they’d been to, souvenirs friends had bought them, bakeware and other kitchen necessities they’d received as gifts. Their living room, with a giant, comfy sectional couch that held an abundance of warm, soft, cozy blankets that they cuddled under whenever they could. Their second bedroom, Geneviève’s de-facto office, where she ran her magazine, Atomic, as the editor-in-chief, and did all of her other work – guest appearances, talk-shows, essay writing. Their bedroom, designed by Geneviève, with big fluffy pillows and a soft duvet they always held each other under. He checked the master ensuite and saw multiple pregnancy tests in the garbage. He checked her desktop Mac to see she’d cancelled work events and meetings in her calendar. He saw a couple hundred unread notifications over her messages, Instagram, and email, since they’d taken her phone away in the psychiatric ward.

Jacob sat on the edge of their bed and took his phone out of his pocket to make a phone call. He didn’t care how late in the night it was in Berlin.

“Hello?” Maxim Monette’s sleepy voice answered the phone. Jacob had done the math while the phone was ringing and realized it was 3:30 in the morning in Berlin.

“How dare you talk to your sister like you did over Christmas,” Jacob spat into the phone. He hardly ever got angry, especially outside of hockey, but this warranted him getting angry.

“J—Jacob?”

“She told me what you said to her on Christmas. How fucking dare you,” Jacob went on. “We’ve been married for two years now, Maxim. You know what she went through—”

“Jacob, I—”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me,” he raised his voice. “I don’t know what the deal is between you and your brother but I love your sister and you refuse to accept that, and then you go and say things to her like ‘You gave up being a countess for this’? How fucking dare you!”

“Ja—”

“Don’t you ever speak to your sister like that again, or I swear to God Maxim I will make your life more of a living hell than you make your sister’s,” he threatened before hanging up.

[matsbarzal]

can I please request nsfw 14 with Jacob Markstrom?

nsfw 14. "seeing you with their baby... god the things it did to me."

pairing: jacob markstrom x fem!reader word count: 1.5k warning: minors DNI, 18+, nsfw, smut, bit of a breeding kink if you squint

Jacob knew he was screwed the moment he watched Gio’s wife place their baby in your arms. Jacob knew he was doomed when he watched her wrap her small fist around your index finger, eager to hold on for as long as she could.

You had spent a large duration of the evening with her cuddled into your chest, weaving your way in and out of the groupings of people as she held on. Jacob had found himself peering at you every chance he could get, watching as you interacted with people, helped set up things and held the baby in your arms simultaneously. To put it into words, he couldn’t keep his eyes or his mind off you the entire night.

When the party was finally dwindling down and people were slowly showing themselves out, he was quick to find you handing the baby off, a small peck to her head and a tiny tickle to her arm. He said a quick goodbye to all the teammates he could find before placing his hand at the bottom of your back, directing you towards the car he had parked hours before.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Nodding your head towards him, you smiled brightly as you reminisced on your night.

“Wouldn’t have spent it any differently. Sad when I realized it was probably Gio and Laur’s goodbye party, especially with the draft coming up, but guess we’ll find out.”

Pursuing his lips slightly at your words, Jacob hummed as he focused on the road in front of him. He still couldn’t get the picture of you holding Gio and Lauren’s baby out of his head, his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the steering wheel, the speed of the car picking up the closer and closer the two of you got to your home.

It wasn’t that the topic of kids hadn’t come up in the past year, far from it, the topic had come up more than once, the two of you agreeing that it would happen when it happened. You weren’t actively trying to prevent it, but you also weren’t consistently trying to make it a reality, and Jacob didn’t realize how much he wanted that life for the both of you until tonight.

You could see the stiffness in your boyfriend’s arms, the white of his knuckles and the sternness of his face as he finally pulled into your driveway, a look of concern crossing your face as you observed him.

“Everything okay?”

Humming, Jacob nodded his head as he tried to loosen the tenseness in his body, a serene smile crossing his face as he looked over at you. “Course, just ready to get inside.”

Nodding your head in understanding, you followed his lead as he made his way out of the car and towards the garage of your home. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt him pull your body flush against his, a hungry look evident in his eyes.

“Seeing you with their baby… God the things it did to me,” groaning as he nuzzled your neck, peppering it with little kisses and small bites. You felt the butterflies instantly erupt inside of you as Jacob eagerly pushed his thigh in between yours.

“Oh really?” Humming in confirmation, he continued his assault on your neck, his hands pushing up the sides of your shirt as he gently began to knead the skin, slowly making his way further up.

“Why don’t we go make one of our own then, hm?”

Pulling back from you almost instantaneously, Jacob gave you a look of confusion before a small smirk begin to take over his lips at the seriousness of your face and the comment you had just dropped. Before you even had time to think, he was grabbing your arm and pulling you up the stairs and towards your bedroom.

The moment the door shut behind you, your back was pressed against it and Jacob’s lips were on yours, hungrily swallowing every moan and groan you made into his mouth as his thigh once again slotted in between yours. You could feel your body grinding down against him, his thigh moving slowly back and forth, urging you to press down and grind against it.

Your hands were in his hair, lightly tugging on the ends as Jacob slowly peppered kisses down your chin, to your neck and eventually to the valley in between your breasts. He made quick work of your shirt and bra, his hands instantly cupping them as his lips continued to press kisses down.

He barely gave you a moment to think before his hands were moving and his mouth was replacing their previous spot, his lips wrapping around your nipple as his tongue gently flicked back and forth. His now free hands slowly caressed down your stomach, effortlessly popping the button and tugging the pants down your legs.

Quickly kicking them off, Jacob moved his head so that his lips could wrap around the opposite nipple as his fingers snaked their way to the apex of your thighs. An evident grin crossing his face at your reaction, your body bucking towards the feeling of his fingers gently pushing your panties to the side and sliding a digit through your folds.

“Oh, someone’s a little wet, hm? Didn’t take long to get you all hot and bothered, baby,” quirking an eyebrow towards him, you moved your own hand to gently palm at the obvious tent in his shorts, a large smirk crossing your face.

“You’re one to talk, baby.”

Rolling his eyes, Jacob barely gave you a moment to breath before he was dropping down to his knees, one of your legs instantly thrown over his shoulder as he pushed your panties completely to the side. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds had you groaning, and the first touch of his tongue to your clit had you gripping his hair in your hands, trying to push him even closer.

Jacob obviously got the memo.

Pushing a digit into you, his tongue eagerly began its repetitive motions against your clit in rhythm with the finger that was pumping in and out of you. His tongue flicked against you, his lips eagerly pressing against your folds as he lapped at your pussy, the small groans falling from his lips sending instant shivers up your spine and pushing you closer and closer to that peak that you knew was coming.

Jacob knew you were getting close, the tighter and tighter you gripped his hair an obvious indication of how close you were getting. The orgasm ripped out of you, your body shaking as he attempted to hold it in place against the door and continue his ministrations until you came down from your high.

Pulling back from you, the Swede placed a gentle kiss against your pelvis as he moved up, a large grin on his face. He basically tossed you on the bed, his hands making quick work of his shirt and shorts as he crawled on the bed behind you, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“You ready to make a baby, pretty girl? Want me to finally put a baby in you, hm?”

All you could do was nod at his words, the euphoria from your orgasm just minutes before still taking over your head.

“Please, baby. Please fuck me, please.”

Obliging, he pushed your legs open and slowly pressed the tip of his cock to your clit, running his member through your folds as he attempted to coat himself in your wetness. Pressing himself to the front of you hole, you both groaned as he pushed himself all the way in. His lips met yours in a heated kiss as his lower body began to move, not wanting to waste any time or effort.

Every pump, every push, every thrust had you groaning into his mouth, your nails eagerly pressing into his back as the man above you moaned.

“Gonna make you all mine, pretty girl. Give you everything I have ta’ give,” his thrusts were becoming more erratic the quicker his pace picked up, the groans falling into your lips as your tongues battled for dominance.

You felt his body stutter, his pelvis pressing against yours as a long-winded groan fell from his lips, his fists digging into the sheets behind your head as he rode his high down. You felt his body slowly deflate as he allowed his weight to lightly drop on top of you, his head pressed against the pillow beside yours as he tried to regain his breath.

Jacob stayed like that for a moment before moving, his cock slipping out of you as he gently flopped himself down beside you, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the box of tissues so he could help clean you up.

“Think that one’s gonna do the trick?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just smiled as you gently weaved your hands through his hair while he cleaned up between your thighs.

“Even if it wasn’t, we can keep tryin’.”

note: i truly could not stop thinking about this one so i HAD to write it. marky could do whatever he wanted to me whenever he wanted so <3 hope you enjoy!! thank you for sending one in <3 this all ended up a lil longer than a blurb but w/e

[leafs-lover]

Markstom - 36

Maybe a little looksie into my next fic idea 👀

Heartbroken!Jamie X reader taken from this prompt list

“We can make this work,” Jacob says reaching across for your hands. The pads of his thumb softly draws circles on your wrists. The mug in front of you is full, the drink long ago went cold.

“We want different things,” you shake your head trying to remember why you came. Sighing, your eyes flutter to the table. It’s the same song and dance, repeated conversations. But no matter how many times you have this talk it always leads to the same outcome. Him pleading for you to stay, tears in both your eyes when you don’t.

“I want you.”

“I’m sorry,” your voice barely over a whisper, watching the tears well in his eyes. The metal legs of your chair scrape on the wood floor. The sound piercing your ears.

“I’m lost without you.”

“You’ll find your way.”

[plasticfilth]

Jacob Markström with a small SO and is literally picking them all the time

he definitely would.

initially, it’s those playful moments where he throws you over his shoulder and you squeal a “no, stop it!” more or less because you don’t want to hurt him.

and you’re always hesitant, whether it’s carrying you bridal style or on his back.

but it gets to a point where you become so comfortable, him not carrying feels unusual.

picking you up by the waist to reach a high shelf.

swiftly placing you on countertops to plant a kiss.

if his height isn’t enough to grab something, you’re on his shoulders.

you can only imagine how good his height would be for concerts.

anything that has to do with a view, he asks “can you see, baby?”

and if you can’t, he’s there to help.

[laurenairay]

Thank you so much for celebrating my birthday with me!

16 blurbs, 12687 words, and a whole lot of fun.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on all of these if you haven’t read them already! 

Chris Kreider - “I’ve had a terrible day at work…so just kiss me.”  Tyler Seguin – “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”  JT Compher – “Your bed head is really cute.”  Dougie Hamilton – “We should compare hands. You know, for science.”  Nathan MacKinnon – “You know it’s only you who makes me like this.”  Cale Makar – “Come on, dance with me.”  Jamie Oleksiak – “My clothes look good on you.”  Andrei Svechnikov – “Would it be weird if I kissed you?”  Casey Cizikas – “Spend the night with me?”  Colton Parayko – “It’s raining, you’re going to get sick.”  Tyson Jost - “Hold my hand.” “What?”  Jacob Markstrom - “You bet on us?”  Leon Draisaitl – “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”  Andrei Svechnikov – “I wanted to surprise you.” Matthew Tkachuk – “This is the opposite of what I asked you to do.” Nolan Patrick – “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.”

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

3 - jacob markstrom

ily (i love you baby) by Surf Mesa and Emilee

I need you, baby / To warm these lonely nights / I love you, baby

“You know,” Jacob started, the moment you climbed into his bed and curled into his side after calling and asking if you could spend the night. You claimed that your own apartment was too quiet and cold, but deep down you knew it was only because the love of your life wasn’t there. “you wouldn’t have to come over all the time if you just moved in with me.” 

His words were so casual, but with just enough detectable seriousness that had you careening up to connect your lips in a kiss that gave your answer—a resounding yes. After a moment, you pulled away, both of you grinning like the fools in love you were. The weight of what you had just agreed to do, move in with him, settled. You couldn't stop yourself from giving him another short, sweet kiss and mumbling your next words against his lips.

“I love you, baby.”

send me a number 1-10 and a player and i’ll shuffle my playlist however many times and write a few lines of dialogue for it!

[princessphilly]

A breeding challenge micro blurb

@chocolate-covered-whiskey @chara-hugs @spine-buster @2-fast-2-curious @starshine-hockey-girl @newlibrary @thebookofmags @littlebabyboybarzal @himbos-on-ice

“Can you take more for me?”

You arched up towards Marky, your thighs spreading once again for him even though you’d been taking him all night. “I can’t,” you teased, even though you pulled him closer.

Jacob grunted, running his cock through your wetness. “Are you sure? You’ve been taking me soo good all night.”

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours in a kiss that took your breath away. When Jacob let you catch your breath, you panted, “You’ve filled me so much, why?”

“Because I can’t wait to see how my girl’s belly grows with my seed.”

[spine-buster]

Structures ft. Jacob Markstrom | Prologue

gif credit @niallhoranhasthat1thing

CONTENT WARNINGS:

This fic will deal with mental health issues, including (manic) depression, thoughts of self-harm, thoughts of worthlessness, and issues regarding struggles to conceive.

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! Welcome to the prologue of my new story! As the content warning displays, this story is going to be a bit more serious in tone and subject matter, so please beware. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and I can't wait to talk about it!

April 5th, 2019

They were the four most devastating words in the English language; unspeakable from one partner to another. But Jacob Markstrom had just heard them.

“I want a divorce.”

Jacob stayed silent. Besides the words, he heard pain, and fear, and grief. They were the words of his wife, Geneviève, but it was not his wife speaking. It was a person he’d met once for an extended period of time and hoped he’d never have to encounter again. But she was back. The woman was a facet of his wife, a part of her he thought long gone, but not the wife that he knew, the wife he fell in love with in 2016. The wife that fell in love with him in 2016.

He didn’t know where she was, who she was with, why she had just said those words. Well – he knew she was in Vancouver, where their home was, but he didn’t know where in Vancouver like he knew where he was: in the Marriott in Sunrise, Florida, sitting on his bed since it was 4:30 in the morning on the east coast. But he knew – at least had an inkling – of why she had said those words to him, in the middle of the night, knowing he was the span of the continent away. “Is it getting bad again?”

He heard her staggered breathing on the other end, along with the sound of wind. She’d been crying – he knew she’d been crying – and the staggered breaths just confirmed it. The wind was another question, but an unimportant one at this time. “Yes,” she said, her voice small. “It has been for a while now.”

She was better at hiding it this time. Much better. Last time, it was much…louder, much more in-your-face. Jacob’s body stiffened at her words – ‘a while’. “You didn’t ask me for help,” he said.

“I couldn’t. I can’t keep doing this to you,” Geneviève whispered.

“Doing what?”

More laboured breaths, followed by sniffles. “It didn’t take again. The IVF. I—I’m not pregnant.”

Jacob’s heart sunk into the pit of his stomach, and he felt his cheeks get red with emotion at the news that, again – for the fifth time – his wife wasn’t pregnant with a child they so desperately wanted. “G—”

“You deserve what you want, Jacob. What I can’t give to you,” she said.

Jacob shook his head, as if she could see him. “We both deserve what we want together, G. This isn’t just about me, it’s about us. We can get through this together, like we always have. You never have to go through any of this alone, and you know that. I promised that to you last time. What kind of husband would I be if I backed out on that promise?”

She wasn’t listening. She had her mind made up. “I’ve thought this through. I have the paperwork. All you need to do is sign. I don’t want any of your money, I don’t—nothing—I don’t want anything. I just want you to be free from me. When you get back to Vancouver you can sign everything and we can go our separate ways and it can be done. All of it.”

“No,” he said sternly. He’d never said anything before with such conviction. “G, you don’t want a divorce,” he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince her. There was no way any of this would follow through.

“Please Jacob. You need to find happiness with someone and it’s not with me,” she cried. “I hurt you too much. I hurt you so bad last time and I still haven’t forgiven myself for it. For everything that happened to you. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I just want to hurt me.”

Jacob’s heart stopped beating. “G—what? What did you just say?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me Jacob. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Jacob tried not to get frantic. “G, where are you right now?”

He heard he gulp. “I’m sitting on a bench across the street from Vancouver General Hospital.”

“Why did you go there?”

“Because I don’t know what to do. I don’t—I want to be with you, but without you; and I want you to stay, but I want you to go and free yourself and I—I—I don’t want to keep doing this to you. I don’t want to be alone with these thoughts. I don’t want to be alone with these thoughts, Jacob, but I’ve been trying to fight these thoughts because they’re just like last time but I don’t know if I’m strong enough—”

“Gen—Gen—listen to me,” Jacob said. The time to not be frantic was over just as quickly as it began. He was definitely frantic now, though he tried not to show it in his voice. “G, I want you to walk across the street to the emergency room and I want you to tell them.”

“Jacob—”

“Geneviève, sötnos, please,” Jacob began to beg, not knowing what else to do. He couldn’t wake up any of his teammates – not that he would want them to know what was happening. There was nothing else he could do, in his mind, besides walk her through checking herself into the hospital. “Geneviève, I’m begging you. For me. Stay on the phone with me and please check yourself into the hospital.”

“I d-don’t want to h-h-hurt you anymore, Jacob. You d-don’t d-deserve to be hurt s-s-so much,” she stuttered out.

“Please Geneviève. Please. Cross the street and check yourself in to the hospital. Tell them how you are feeling and they will help you.”

She was silent but Jacob could still hear her laboured breaths on the other end. The wind picked up a bit too, and he liked to imagine she was walking or crossing the street or something for it to get that loud. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he finally heard her voice again. “Jacob?”

“Yes, sötnos?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he whispered.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“I love you,” he said back. “Do you love me too?”

“I do. That’s why I want to let you go.”

“I don’t want to let you go. I want to work through this together. Don’t you want that too?”

“I want to stop hurting you,” Geneviève said. “Once I stop hurting you, you can be happy.”

“I’m happy with you,” he said. “Are you in the hospital yet?”

He heard her gulp. “I’m scared that if I go in there, I’m just going to hurt you like I did last time.”

“That won’t happen,” he tried to assure her. “You’ll hurt me more if you don’t go in.”

He heard her whimper, then she became silent again. Soon, the sound of the wind in the background was silenced, and instead he heard talking voices. He knew she had just entered. He was on edge as he tried to make sense of the noises he could hear, but they were muffled and there were so many of them that he couldn’t quite make out what was happening.

Then, the sound of a muffled voice. “Ma’am, this is the emergency room. What’s your emergency?”

“I…I…”

“Ma’am? Is everything alright? If you are here to see a patient at the hospital, you’ve come through the wrong door, and visiting hours have long been over.”

“I…”

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you on the phone with someone who needs help?”

“Tell her Geneviève. Please tell her. I want you to get better,” Jacob whispered.

An intake of breath. Some more muffled noises in the background. “I need your help.”

“You need my help?”

“I don’t feel well.”

“How so, ma’am?”

“You can tell her, sötnos. Please. I love you.”

“I need help because I’m having thoughts of hurting myself.”

[matsbarzal]

The blurbs are sooo good!!! Can i request number 5 from the song prompts w marky!? ❣️

songs #5. could i be yours in the morning? i’m tired of counting down streetlights - yours in the morning (patrick droney)

pairing: jacob markstrom x reader word count: 1.2k

Things had never been inordinately easy when it came to Jacob. He was an enigma, his thoughts and feelings a riddle to you throughout the duration of the game you continuously played; while also being a breath of fresh air, something so different that the remainder of the city of Calgary just… didn’t have to offer.

It was strange the first time you met, his eyes practically boring holes into your head from across the small, empty park. Jacob’s dog’s leash wrapped around his hand; the pup eager to get a good sniff at everything he could get his little nose into; including you.

One second the leash was wrapped around Jacob’s hand, the next the pup was eagerly pouncing on your legs, undoubtfully excited to get the chance to interact with someone other than his owner. At a heightened time in the middle of a pandemic, it was difficult for new owners to socialize their dog’s, especially when said owner was a professional hockey player who was required to follow a stipulation of extra rules.

Jacob had apologized profusely when he realized, his hands trying to tug the overexcited dog from your lap.

“No, no. It’s totally okay, he’s the sweetest little thing. Probably trying to convince me to get one of my own,” you had said, your eyes smiling up at the incredibly attractive man in front of you, his tall, yet muscular body covered by an expensive-looking coat.

Every day following, the encounters were almost the same; you would spend the early morning in the park, Jacob’s pup, or Axel as you been told, actively seeking you out on their morning walks. Especially since you had begun bringing his favourite treats along with you to the small park.

It had taken Jacob all of six run-ins to ask for your number, and days of texting to muster up the courage to ask you if you’d be willing to meet him early to take Axel for a walk; citing the fact that he was sure the dog adored you more than him.

Jacob had kept quiet about his occupation at first, eager to get the chance to know someone who wasn’t intent on knowing him for his position in the sport. It had taken you inquiring about his weird travel schedule for him to come clean, admitting that it was nice talking to someone about something other than hockey, that it was something he didn’t get to do often, especially as a goaltender.

You had made it your mission to ignore the aspects of his job, opting to talk about anything else you could. He told you about his hometown, and all the beautiful things Gävle had to offer, his eyes lighting up every time he had the opportunity to talk about it. You had told him about your hometown, your family, the people you grew up with, everything you could think of. The Flames goaltender had listened intently, always eager to listen to you and the sound of your voice.

It had never gone past your early morning walks, you never wanting to disrupt the friendship you had with the man, and Jacob not being able to build up the courage to ask you if you’d be willing to do something… as more than friends.

That is, until Elias began insisting on being able to come on his early morning walks, intent on finding out what would entice his friend to stay out in the cold morning air of Calgary every day that they weren’t on the road. The fellow Swede almost cackled when he realized it was because of you, his hysterics masked by an overbearing grin and incredibly kind pleasantries.

The moment the two Swede’s got home, it took Elias all of an hour to convince his teammate and friend how imperative it was that he ask you out on a formal date. Not just an early morning walk through a park.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab a coffee?”

Looking up at him quizzingly, you tilted your head to the side. “For our walk? Absolutely. It’s getting a little chilly, wouldn’t mind something to warm us up, stay here, I’ll go grab it.”

Elias had threw his head back with a groan when Jacob relayed what had happened to him, citing that he needed to be more specific next time. But next time was slow to come, the Flames having one of their longest stretches of travel games in a row, your next walk with the Swede and his friendly pup delayed.

“Here! I’m pretty sure this is what you had me order for you last time, so I hope it’s right,” Jacob was surprised when you offered him the warm travel cup of coffee, a pleasant grin taking over his face.

“Order looks right on the side, sötnos.”

“Ouu, Swedish words, eh? Think it’s only fair if you’re planning on teaching me the whole language, otherwise I’m just sitting here in the dark, and you could be calling me rude names for all I know,” he had laughed loudly at your words, Axel zipping around his legs at the sound.

“Promise it’s not a rude name, I would never call you anything rude. How about we go and drop Axel off at my house, and we can go grab a real cup of coffee? I’ll teach you all the Swedish words you want.”

“May end up sitting there for a while then, pretty sure we won’t be able to get through an entire language in one day.”

Things had continued from there, the walks continued, but you started spending more time together outside of them, Jacob letting you into his small bubble; his time focused on you when it wasn’t focused on hockey.

There had been kisses shared, but nothing beyond that; you had spent almost all your free time together, but there had never been a mention of what you were, what you were evolving to become. And it was starting to get frustrating, confusing even.

“Jacob… I hate to ask this, but I can’t keep sitting here confused anymore, wondering what’s going on,” looking at you with a puzzled look, the Swede urged you to continue, a kind smile upon his lips.

“I just, what are we? Are we dating? Friends who kiss and spend all their free time together? I’m just confused.”

You had watched his eyes shift into a look of confusion, bewilderment and then eventually a small, teasing smile had taken over his lips.

“I forget that sometimes I’m not the most obvious about how I feel, or what I want. I’m not one to really keep my heart on my sleeve, but I kind of figured we were dating, or at least seeing each other. Because I would like to date you, if you want to date me. Counting the streetlights after I leave your apartment at night is only nice for so long, it would be nice if I could see your face in the morning as well; hear the rasp in your voice, learn the breakfast foods you like, cuddle up to you at night.”

It was of course, an easy yes.

note: AH thank you so much for your kind words, im so glad you like them! thank you so much for requesting, and i hope you enjoy <3

[bqstqnbruin]

Hey Christina! May I request a little winter blurb with Frederik Andersen or alternatively Jacob Markström with prompts #8 and or #44 please? I'm always cold and would gladly take either of these excellent Scandinavian sweethearts to keep me safe and warm. Thank you!

Happy blurb weekend! I chose Jacob for this one and some violence sorry

i’m the friend who is constantly cold and you’re the friend who is constantly hot so you offer to snuggle with me when the power goes out

WC: 762

Warnings: Implications of sex, swearing

All of your friends were hanging out in Jacob’s apartment, one of the last nights he had free for his Christmas break before he left on the first of what seemed to be a never ending road trip and string of games between now and the season ending. You all tried to be together at least once a month or so to catch up on your lives. Not that any of you really had a very exciting going on in your lives other than being alive, but, hey, it was an excuse to hang out with people other than those you worked with.

“Jacob, it looks like it’s getting bad out,” Drew said, a worried expression covering her face. You all knew what she was getting at. She was the one who didn’t want to come in the first place because of the snow that was supposed to start falling soon, afraid of getting trapped in Jacob’s apartment for who knew how long because of the snow.

“Drew, we can go if you want to,” Alex tells her. “I can drive us back home if you need me to.

The two of them get into their conversation about driving back to their place, the rest of you just ignoring them and going back to drinking as you had been. They eventually leave, as the rest of your friends slowly file out behind them because of the weather. You really didn’t see the need to go, the roads weren’t that bad yet based on the way the cars were still speeding down the road below, and it wasn’t yet cold enough for the snow to even stick to the ground. The northerner in you didn’t think anything of it.

An hour later, it was you left with Jacob, Nadia and her boyfriend Noah. “Jacob,” Nadia starts, “It’s freezing in here.”

“You should probably turn up the temperature before the power goes out.”

“Oh, come on, the power isn’t going to go out,” he says, leaning back on the couch next to you. “Are you cold?” he asks you.

“Always,” Nadia answers for you.

“About as cold as Nadia’s heart,” you retort, a sly smile on your face, Nadia’s mouth hanging open while Jacob laughs, Noah trying not to in order to stray away from the wrath of his girlfriend.

“The power isn’t going to be out, don’t worry,” Jacob tries to say again, the lights flickering as he does so.

“We’re going,” Noah says, he and Nadia getting up from the other couch to clean up what they needed to before leaving.

“Oh, come on,” you try to argue. “If the power is going to go out, you should probably be inside when it happens. You guys won’t be able to get into your apartment complex if the power is out.”

The four of you sit and talk more, trying to ignore the flickering lights until the power finally goes out. Nadia and Noah go into Jacob’s guest room, you partially thankful that you didn’t have to deal with them making fun of your being cold anymore, but, slightly weird since you and Jacob had never really been alone like this before. You always thought he was attractive, but never had the chance or the desire to act on it. Not that you were about to.

“Are you still cold?” Jacob asks, a teasing smile on his face as he gets up from the couch. Even in the dark, you could tell how well his sweatpants were fitted to him.

Jesus, you had to stop this. You couldn’t go home and you definitely couldn’t stay here if you were going to think about him like that all night. “Yeah, and?” you ask.

He comes back, blanket in hand and puts it over you, settling back down on the couch next to you. “Better?”

You nod, the two of you falling into conversation. There was something calming about the darkness, the snow falling in the window behind him, the two of you finally using the time to get to know each other.

You don’t remember falling asleep, waking up the next morning still under the blanket. The only difference was that you were under there with Jacob, your head leaning on his chest, the warmth from his body making you feel like you were burning. You look around, Jacob still asleep, your phone on the table in front of you, the sweatshirt and bra you had on earlier thrown there as well, Jacob’s sweatpants somehow in that mix as well.

What the fuck happened?

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song blurb 227 w/ jacob markstrom please!

227. I Bet You Think About Me (Taylor's Version) with Jacob Markstrom

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

"Thank you for showing me what it means for my heart to be outside of my body," the Instagram caption reads.

You nearly snort.

That was your caption. You used it first when you posted something in honor of Jacob's birthday. You know for a fact that he knows you used it first, and you know for a fact that he thought of you each moment he wrote that caption.

Normally, you don't stalk exes profiles, but when your friend told you that Jacob was engaged, you immediately when to his page to see what he posted. It was more so to prove to yourself you were over him and also because you were curious.

After reading the rest of the caption and some of the comments, you start to scroll through his more recent posts.

Oh, he was getting crafty with his captions. Many, no all, we're comments you put on his old posts. He deliberately sought out what comments you wrote and placed them as his captions.

Curious, you scroll to the fiancée's Instagram page. She was public, so you begin to look at her posts. Jacob's comments made you laugh out loud. Again, they were comments you used for him and your friends.

You were wholeheartedly over Jacob and working to start over, but the fact that this man couldn't get over you made you laugh. He was the one who ended the relationship, but you were still a figment of his mind. He still thought about you. He still longed for you. And based on what you've seen, he still wanted you.

Once upon a time, you thought you'd marry Jacob. That time has long since passed. Too bad Jacob didn't seem to recognize that. Something triumphant settled in your chest as you realized that Jacob was the happiest and most relaxed when he was with you. He'd never experience that with anyone else, so he thought about you and let you creep into his mind.

He thought about you, but you didn't think about him.

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