#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…”

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wjc

December 26, 2023

Gemma narrowed her eyes as her fingers tighten around her stick and she got ready for the puck to drop.

It was the first real game of the World Junior’s and her first game ever in the WJC. Gemma had a feeling her team was going to do well in this tournament, the team is just clicking and more than half of the team have all played together before.

The first game of the tournament US were playing against Norway.

Gemma let out a breath and her eyes snapped to the puck quickly taking it from the Norway player and the start of her playing in a WJC had started.

No one scored the first period but half way through the second period Seamus passed the puck across the ice to Gemma and she quickly shot it into the net. Getting the first goal of the game and her first of the tournament.

Only a few minutes later she had the puck on her stick and she quickly flicked it back to Gavin who scored off her pass.

During her last shift of the second period she had the puck again and she went to the goal and faked a shot passing back to Gavin who scored his second goal of the game.

Norway finals managed to score in the third period but couldn’t catch up especially as Cutter passed a puck to Gemma and she smacked it into the goal.

USA won their first game 4-1.

Gemma had two goals and two assist in her first game.

Gemma smiled slightly as she checked her phone after the game seeing Macklin’s texts that he spammed her with as he watched her game after his game, she had just celebrated her one month with Macklin.

December 27, 2024

Gemma didn’t have a game the next day so she spent most of the beginning part of the day exploring Sweden with the boys before she headed back to her hotel room wanting to watch the Latvia vs Canada game.

Gemma watched as Macklin got a goal and four assist in the game as Canada won 10-0.

Luckily for Gemma her team was out for most of the night so she was able to facetime Macklin for a little bit before Cutter got back to their room.

December 28, 2023

The second game she played was against Switzerland.

Gemma had the puck right in the beginning of the period and passed it back to Gabe who quickly brought the puck to Will and Will scored the first goal of the game.

By the end of the first period Gemma had scored three times in under nine minutes, multiple of her teammates assisting on all of her goals.

Zeev scored the last goal of the period with Gemma and Cutter assisting. It was 5-1.

Gavin scored in the second and Gemma assisted with Seamus for Ryan’s goal. Gavin scored again in the second and Issac quickly scored after. The second period ended 9-1.

Jimmy scored the last two goals for US and Switzerland managed to score two more goals at the end but US won 11-3.

Gemma had three goals and three assists.

December 29, 2023

US played the next day against Czech.

Gemma got the first goal of the game in the first minute of the period with Rutger assisting.

Czech managed to score a goal in the first too.

Czech scored the next goal in the second.

US had a power played and it was a BC power played without Cutter but Gemma and Ryan got the assists for Will’s goal and Gabe has passed the puck to Ryan.

The game was now tied back up.

Czech and US both scored another goal back to back.

No one scored in the third and the score was still tied so they went to OT.

There was thirteen player who went through the shootout and still no one had won yet.

Gemma was up next and she took the puck up the ice barely glancing up went she faked the puck up before tossing it between the goalies legs and making US win.

Gemma laughed as her team jumped on her hugging her and giving her head pats.

Gemma got another two goals and an assist.

December 30, 2023

Gemma didn’t have a game today and she managed to sneak off away from her teammates and walked five minutes to a cafe where she was meeting Macklin.

Macklin and Gemma have only been playing the minutes away from each other but have had no time to be able to see each other.

“There she is.” Macklin immediately smiled game he looked up and saw Gemma walking to him where he was waiting in front of the cafe.

Gemma giggled as Macklin immediately hugged her and spun her around beside setting her down gently and kissing her gently.

Gemma smiled softly and kissed her boyfriend back.

Gemma spent most of the day with Macklin just walking around Sweden and buying little things together and enjoying time together.

No one noticed where she was and Cutter only raised an eyebrow when she came back to their room but he smiled slightly seeing how happy she looked.

December 31, 2023

US played Slovakia next.

Rutger scored the first goal of the game with Gemma assisting.

Slovakia scored next.

And Zeev scored the second goal and last goal of the first period.

Gemma got the first goal of the second period only two seconds in with Gabe and Ryan assisting.

Slovakia scored again a few minutes later.

Ryan scored the next goal with Gemma and Gabe assisting. Rutger then scored his second goal of the game.

Rutger scored the first goal of the third period and got his hat trick.

Gemma scored her second goal of the game with Gabe assisting.

Gavin and Cutter bother scored a goal.

Gemma was behind the net when Will shot the puck to her and she picked the puck up on her stick swinging it at the goal and scored. Her first ever Michigan goal and her second hat trick this tournament.

Gemma giggled as Will shook her excitedly and Ryan shook her head like crazy and Gabe smacked Ryan away to calm him down.

US won 10-2.

Gemma had three goals and two assists.

She was easily leading the WJC with most points, goals and assists.

It was also New Year’s eve meaning all the teams were all going out to celebrate and Gemma got lucky with where her team was celebrating because Team Canada showed up at the same place to celebrate.

Gemma shared small smiles across the room with Macklin for most of the night before it got closer to midnight and she made eye contact with Macklin before sneaking off to the balcony that was alone.

Gemma giggled as she felt arms wrap around her and a kiss pressed to her neck knowing exactly who it was. She spun around in his arms looking up at a smiling Macklin.

She could heard the countdown to New years, “Happy New years Macky.”

“Happy new year.” Macklin softly whispered back hoping they will still be together for many more new years. Gemma smiled softly as he leaned down and they shared a new years kiss, both of their first new years kiss.

January 2, 2024

US played against Latvia for the quarter finals.

Gemma had to try to stop worrying about Macklin as he had lost only a few hours ago and is now out of the tournament.

Drew scored the first goal of the game and Gabe got the second with Gemma assisting.

Latvia got a goal next.

Gemma scored the next and last goal of the first period with Cutter and Rutger assisting.

Rutger got the first goal of the second period and Will got the next goal with a Gemma assist

Gabe got the next goal.

Gemma got the only US goal in the third with Cutter assuring and Latvia scored once more but US won 7-2.

Gemma had two goals and two assists.

US was going to the Semi Finals.

January 4, 2024

Gemma was excited to get into the semi finals but she was a bit sad as she said bye to Macklin yesterday as he is heading home. It’s also makes her a bit sad seeing all of her team with their family and she doesn’t have any of her family here for her. The only slightly positive thing about Canada going home is she won’t have to play against Mack in a tournament that is so important.

Gemma just shook her head trying to not focus on everything going on in head and focus on only hockey. She tied her lucky red ribbons in her hair and headed to the ice for the game against Finland.

The first period US played horrible and Finland scored two goals.

Gemma came out in the second period and scored a goal immediately all on her own and she skated across the ice and around all the Finland players to get the goal.

Her goal started the momentum and Will scored next with Gabe and Gemma assisting.

Gemma scored her second goal in the last few minutes of the third period.

She was immediately jumped on by her teammates as she scored the game winning goal.

US won 3-2.

Gemma had two goals and an assist.

They were going to the gold medal game.

January 5, 2024

Gemma was vibrating with energy ready to play in the goal medal game. She put her hair in her lucky two french braids with her red ribbons.

Immediately she noticed how tough Sweden was playing and while she was annoyed she was not surprised she was getting targeted by the players.

She did break the record for all time points in a WJC ever and it makes sense why the Sweden team is targeting her but it is annoying her.

Gemma grunted as she was hit again but managed to pass the puck to Gabe who quickly took the shot and got the first goal of the game.

The second period started and Sweden scored a goal.

Gemma grunted again as she was slammed again, she was starting to get frustrated.

Gemma felt her feet get knocked out by the other player stick as she had the puck on her stick but she still managed to toss the puck off her stick right before she hit the ice and the puck went right into the goal.

Gemma laughed a shocked laugh that she managed to score a goal after falling and she turned off her stomach laying on her back as she couldn’t get up as she looked up seeing the furious Sweden player standing over her and she couldn’t help but grin. The player narrowed his eyes at her and went to do something when he was knocked over by Ryan and off of Gemma.

Ryan narrowed his eyes protectively as he stood in front of Gemma as she got up and he dared the Sweden player to do something.

Isaac got the next goal and Sweden got one more goal before the period ended.

Gemma groaned as she just got crossed checked in the chest and her chin got whacked making her start bleeding. She brought her glove up covering her chin and narrowed her eyes seeing the smugness coming off the Sweden player before Ryan hip checked the player away.

Gemma quickly let the trainers check her and it was luckily just a cut under her chin and she just got it quickly glued.

Gemma hoped over the board for her next shift and she knew she was going to score on this shift.

Gemma smirked slightly as she easily skated by the player who cross checked her and hit a snipe shot right into the top corner.

Gemma actually did a celly for once and she took a bow as she skated by the Sweden bench inspired by Luke.

Ryan was laughing and immediately gave her a high five loving her riling up the other team, it was rare to see Gemma sassy or annoyed and he always found it very amusing.

Ryan got the next goal with an assist from Gemma and he blew a kiss to the Sweden team.

Gemma wiped her chin with her glove feeling the cut opening up a bit again but ignored it as there was under a minute left.

Rutger scored the next goal making the game 6-2.

Gemma was sitting on the bench and watched as Lane got shoved and a fight started and Lane didn’t back down at all.

Gemma laughed sharing a look with a laughing Ryan making Gabe and Will shake their heads fondly.

Gemma got on the ice for the last few seconds of the third period, she got the puck and shot it across the ice towards the empty net. Getting her third goal of the game, third hat trick of the tournament and US had officially won 7-3.

Winning the goal medal.

Gemma screamed and immediately was hugging her teammates as her gloves and helmet were tossed.

Gemma was squished in between Ryan, Gabe and Will hug beside she eventually hugged all her teammates a million times.

She screamed so much and sung the national anthem so loud with her team.

Gemma was full of wide smiles the entire night and barely even stopped smiling even when she had to get her chin stitched up.

Gemma received MVP of the 2024 WJC with seventeen goals and fourteen assists. She broke so many records in WJC history and got double the amount of most goals ever scored in a WJC tournament before.

She just played some of her best games of her life.

[bqstqnbruin]

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[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

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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.

[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!

[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.”

[toasttt11]

three

November 28, 2024

Gemma yawned as she sat up after taking a nap through out her entire flight to Detroit. Gemma had a pretty early practice this morning and she headed straight to the airport after.

She would be playing at Detroit tomorrow so all of her family was in Detroit even Adam was coming down and he was picking her up at the airport.

Thanksgiving isn’t a huge holiday for Gemma and her family celebrates but they have celebrated it more when her and her sibling starting playing more and more in America.

Gemma doesn’t mind the holiday she just was happy she would get to spent most of the day with her family and the morning tomorrow.

Gemma got off the plane grabbing her duffle bag and heading off the plane and out of the airport. She looked around and saw Adam in his car. She smiled and walked over getting into the car.

“Hi A.” Gemma smiled and quickly leaned over hugging her brother briefly.

“Hi Gemmie.” Adam smiled happily quickly hugging his sister back before driving out of the pick up line.

Gemma and Adam enjoyed the time with each other as Adam drove them to the Airbnb that their parents and Luca were already at.

Gemma and Adam haven’t had a lot time lately just them so it was really nice to just to talk to one another by themselves.

“How’s living with Mack?” Adam asked his little sister curiously, Adam and Luca both knew the second they meet Macklin and saw him with Gemma that they would end up together.

Adam glanced at his sister and saw her whole face light up, “It’s amazing!” Gemma happily chirped, she loves living with Macklin.

Adam smiled.

Adam pulled into the driveway of the Airbnb and they both hopped out of the car grabbing their bags and heading up to the front door and seeing it was unlocked and walked inside.

Gemma and Adam both immediately smelled a bunch of scenes of food cooking and they both perked up at the smell of their Mom cooking.

“My babies!” Julia beamed as she looked up from the kitchen and immediately wiped her hands up walking over pulling them into a hug.

Gemma and Adam both looked of their Mom’s shoulder seeing Luca’s relieved face as he was in an apron and they both know out of the three siblings Luca is the worst in the kitchen.

“Hi Mama.” Gemma happily mumbled leaning into her mother happily.

Julia kisses both of her two kids heads.

“I’ll go change and help you.” Gemma smiled telling her mom making Julia nod and Luca let out a happy sigh that he get out of the kitchen.

“I saw that Luca.” Julia nonchalantly said as she turned back to the stove making Luca awkwardly grimace and Adam and Gemma share a look and start laughing.

Gemma giggled as she grabbed her bag and Luca brought Gemma and Adam to the room they were all staying in, it had a bunk bed and one bed.

“Top bunk!” Gemma cheered with a happy smile, when they use to travel more as a family she usually was too young to sleep on the top bunk.

Adam laughed but tossed his stuff on the bottom bunk as Luca’s stuff was on the other bed.

Gemma headed into the bathroom and changed out of her airport clothes and changed into a purple lounge set and texted Macklin for a few minutes before heading out of the bathroom tossing her bag on the bunk and walking out do the room to the kitchen.

Gemma grabbed an apron and tied it on and started immediately chopping some vegetables, “Where’s Dad?”

“Ran to the store only a few minutes before you both got here.” Julia told her daughter.

Gemma nodded and continued to chop the food up.

Giuliano walked into the house and smiled seeing Adam and Luca on the couch playing videos games and he went over snd said hi to Adam before walking into the kitchen and gave Gemma a hug.

Gemma really enjoyed the whole rest of the day with her family, she got to cook with her mom and eat with her whole family, they spent the rest of the night watching football and playing board games until it was late and everyone went to bed but she spent hours laughing with Adam and Luca when they definitely should’ve been sleeping.

November 28, 2024

Gemma said bye to Adam early in the morning as he has to get back to Columbus for a game.

Gemma got ready for her game putting on black dress pants, a black sweater, her black pointed boots and a green plaid trench coat.

She got dropped off at the stadium by Luca and walked into the locker room seeing her team had just started walking in right as she got there.

She snuck up behind Jesper and nudged his arm, Jesper look over and smiled seeing Gemma, “Hi Bows how was your thanksgiving?” Jesper asked kindly as they walked together.

“Really great! How was yours and Nicole’s?” Gemma asked curiously back and she smiled as Jesper answered.

Gemma walked into the locker room with Jesper and many of the boys ruffled her hair. Gemma just shook her head good to heading to her stall seeing Nico sitting in his stall already.

“Good seeing your family?” Nico asked her gently.

“Really good.” Gemma nodded back smiling making Nico smile and pat her shoulder.

Gemma warmed up with her team and noticed the protective looks the team was sharing knowing the last time they played Detroit she got hit pretty badly and it was after the game so her team was stopped from retaliating which she knew none of them were happy about.

Gemma got on the ice and smiled seeing her parents and Luca sitting in the stands and she headed for the bench as the game started.

Immediately on the first shift she watched as Haula laid a huge hit onto Rasmussen knocking him to the ground.

Gemma was on the ice and had the puck on her stick when she the whistle was being blown and looked over seeing Kovacevic fighting Rasmussen.

Gemma shook her head fondly at how protective the team is of her.

Detroit scored on their power play and a few minutes they scored another.

The Devil’s got a power player and Gemma had the puck from Jack after Luke passed up the ice to Jack and she took it to the net and backhanded the puck in between the goalies legs getting the first goal for the Devils.

Gemma went out on her next shift during the same power play and got the puck from Nico and smacked the puck into the top left corner.

The first period ended 2-2.

The red wings scored the first goal of the second period.

Gemma was sitting on the bench and cheered seeing Dougie getting a goal and she blinked realizing she is on hatty watch again, she has multiple two goal games but no three goal games yet.

Gemma smiled slightly seeing many of her teammates lay hits on Rasmussen, even Brett was laying a few hits.

Nico scored the next goal tying the game back up 3-3.

Gemma got the puck from Jesper and flicked it back to Jack who quickly took the shot and got the puck into the net.

The Devils ended period two leading 4-3.

Gemma was on the power play in the third period and Jack passed the puck back to her as he crossed the center of the ice in front of the goal and she hit a one timer and the puck went in.

Gemma let out a shocked laugh as she got her first career hat trick in the NHL.

Luke was the closest the her and immediately jumped onto her hugging her and Brett quickly skated over hugging her too.

Jack and Nico skated to her next both healing with pride as Jake wrapped his arks around her and Nico patted her helmet and knocked his helmet to her helmet.

Gemma was giggling happily and she skated to the bench and her whole team was just hugging her and shaking her helmet.

Gemma laughed a few Devils hats got on the ice and Dawson picked up the bucket and tossed it on her helmet.

Keefe gave her a proud hug as she sat on the bench.

Nico patted her knee giving her a proud smile, he was glad he was on the ice for her hat trick because just last game he got his first career hat trick and she was on the ice for his third goal.

Gemma looked up at the stands and saw the smiles on her families faces.

The Devils won 5-3.

Gemma was heading back to the New Jersey right after the game.

Gemma giggled as she watched all the videos and voice memos from Macklin watching the game and her hat trick and him being so proud.

[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?

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

Fuck buddies to lovers with Markstrom?

this was more than I thought it was going to be but also im not sober so maybe I just think it's extra special ? I dont know someone tell me. also, im pretty sure this is my first time writing for him

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There was a difference between No Strings Attached and Friends with Benefits. You lived by that, and it would be the hill you died on. Friends with Benefits sounded a bit better than No Strings Attached, and you were desperate to cling to some of your dignity. There wasn't anything wrong with expressing your sexuality, but you were embarrassed by the massive crush you had on the one guy you had agreed not to develop feelings for. 

Friends with Benefits also meant that you didn't have to run off immediately after getting off. 

Waking up in a pile of tangled limbs with Jacob was sometimes even more enjoyable than the sex—though the sex was mind blowing. You loved being able to admire how peaceful he looked while asleep, and you though sometimes you felt like a creep for watching him, you had caught him staring at you on the odd occasion that he woke up first. 

Though you were a little disheartened to wake up and find yourself in an empty bed, a bed that was decidedly much nicer than yours, it gave you a moment to just stretch and rest without having to worry about whether or not Jacob minded your morning breath or how wild your hair looked. 

A crash of pans followed by a string of both English and Swedish curses spurred you out a bed, and was just the motivation you needed to slip out from under the covers. You tried to stop yourself from slipping on of Jacob’s t-shirts, but your resolve was weak and the last time you had worn his clothes he went down on you for an hour. Could you blame a girl for wanting a repeat performance? 

But then you entered the kitchen and spotted Jacob—shirtless with tattoos on full display—standing with his back to you as he worked over the stove. Your heart stopped, and you braced yourself against the doorway to give yourself a chance to catch your breath.

Friends with Benefits had more perks than a No Strings Attached relationship, but making breakfast was a luxury neither offered. 

“Hey.” Jacob greeted you warmly as he turned, having felt your presence. But then he noticed your pained expression and his own face fell. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“What are we... you can't do that.” You settled, unable to meet his gaze and instead focused on the stovetop. How a pan of scrambled eggs managed to tank your mood so fast was beyond you, but you had other worries at the moment. 

“What?” He turned, following your gaze to find the pan. His frown morphed into a smug grin as he faced you once more, and you hated the way butterflies erupted In your stomach at the handsome sight. “We have breakfast all the time.”

“No, we go and get breakfast. We don't cook for each other. That’s not what we do.” You shook your head. He was just showing you everything you wanted but couldn't have, and it was too much for you handle. Especially after having bottled up for feelings for the months you had been in this arrangement. 

“What if it was?” Jacob questioned, and you froze. In your silence, he pushed off from the counter and crossed the kitchen towards you, each step making the air around you thicken more and more until he was toe to toe with you and breathing felt like someone was suffocating you. 

“Jacob...” You murmured, barely able to hear yourself but it didn't matter because anything else that you could have said died on your lips the moment one of his large hands cupped your jaw and the other landed on your hip.

This was far from the first time Jacob’s touch had been on you. It seemed like more often than not you were at his apartment, and that meant you were under him—or on top of him, depending on your mood—quite a lot. But the way he was holding you was so gentle and tender it felt like the first time all over again. 

“What if we did make each other breakfast, and went on dates, and shit like that?” It wasn’t the most eloquent way of phrasing things, but it managed to take your breath away and stop your heart all at the same time. 

“Don’t... don’t say anything that you don’t mean. You can’t do that to me, Jacob.” His hand flexed against your hip as you spoke his name and you shuddered at the way his thumb dragged across your bottom lip. 

“I would never joke about something like this, you know that.” And you did, Jacob was honestly the most kindhearted man you knew, but that was also part of the problem. He was too kind and too attentive and too handsome and you had learned the lesson of ‘if things are too good to be true, they are’ one too many times to let yourself fall easily. 

But then he was kissing you and it was far from the first time he had done that but it was filled with some many uncovered emotions you nearly gasped. It was filled with so many unsaid and hinted at feelings. 

It could have been hours or seconds but by the time he pulled back you were breathless. Subconsciously, your hands and wound around his back and you were pressing yourself into his chest. 

“Let's make cooking breakfast for each other something we do, and everything else that comes with it. Yeah?” Jacob pulled back from you just enough so that he could tilt your chin up to face him using his index and thumb. You couldn't form words, caught between so many emotions like nervousness and excitement, but most of all you were happy, and that led you to nod ridiculously and earn a chuckle. 

Friends with Benefits was different than No Strings Attached, but you didn't have to worry about that anymore.