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[laurenairay]

Ooh can you do number 12 with Jake virtanen?

Thanks for requesting this one, anon! I haven’t written for Jake Virtanen before, so this was fun!

And thank you to @danglesnipecelly for giving me a rundown on Jake – I hope I did him justice! Also tagging @denis-scorianov because I love your Jake fics!

“Shut up and take your pants off”

*

Another Friday night, another party/get-together/casual drinks. There were many perks to your best friend dating one of the Vancouver Canucks – the parties and gatherings were just one of them. At this point, you’d hung around the guys so many times, that you felt like could call some of them your friends. God knows you had enough of them texting you asking you for advice on basic life skills. They were all just so easy to get along with, so easy to like, and you always had fun when you hung out with them. What’s not to love?

Speaking of guys that were easy to like…

“Oh my god Virts, I’m so sorry!”

You turned your head sharply at the gasp of one of the team girlfriends, a few others following like meerkats, and you winced when you saw a large red wine stain spreading across his pale blue jeans. By the hisses of the people in the kitchen around you, they agreed – red wine was a bitch to get out of clothing. Anything, really. But ouch.

“Hey, not your fault, we both crashed,” Jake said with a smile, shaking his head.

But then he looked down at his jeans again and grimaced slightly, and you could tell how devastated he was. Who could blame him – those jeans look good on him. But now wasn’t the time. Jake Virtanen was one of the guys on the team that you were closest too – always there with a way to make you laugh, to smile, to have your heart beat a little faster with his flirting – and if you could help him, you absolutely would.

“I can get the stain out, like, right now, if someone can find me a tub of table salt?” you offered.

“You can?” Jake asked hopefully.

Like you could say no to that smile now.

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling back at him, “But I’m going to need your pants,”

Jake immediately blushed at the swell of cheers, and you felt your own cheeks flush warm as well, but you just rolled your eyes fondly.

“If our very generous host could loan you some basketball shorts so you’re not just walking around in your underwear?” you mused.

Brock laughed but nodded, clapping Jake on the shoulder as he walked out of the room. The kitchen started to clear, giving Jake some space as he unbuttoned his jeans, and you bit your lip before looking away from him. Then Jake nudged you with his elbow, making you look back at him.

“You know, if you wanted to get me naked, you could’ve just asked,” Jake grinned.

Oh god. What a thought. What a flirt.

Not the time.

“Shut up and take your pants off, Virtanen,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“At least buy me dinner first” he smirked.

Huh. Was he…was he really…

There was no-one around to make this flirting a joke – was he actually serious this time?

“Nah, I think I’ll let you buy me dinner,” you said calmly, although inside your heartbeat was racing.

Too much?

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, before he smiled widely. And then he shoved his jeans to the ground, making you shriek with laughter, looking firmly in his eyes and not downwards like you wanted to.

“It’s a date,” he grinned.

You bit your bottom lip to hide the stupid grin threatening to spread across your lips, even more so as Jake almost tripped over his shoes in an effort to take them off to get the jeans off his feet. So cute.

“So, about dinner…” Jake said.

“Virts! Shorts!”

You startled at the sound of Brock’s voice and stepped backwards as Brock walked into the room. He winked at you, making your cheeks flare with warmth again, and tossed the shorts to Jake.

“You needed table salt, right?” Brock asked you.

“Yeah, table salt and a large bowl. While the salt is soaking into the wine, I’ll boil some water and pour it over the salt. It might take a couple of tries but it should ‘push’ the stain right out. Then they can just be washed as normal,” you explained.

Both men looked at you a little stunned, but you just laughed.

“Removing a red wine stain, from all kinds of spills whether its light fabric, heavy fabric or upholstery, was one of the first things my mom taught me when I turned 16. She didn’t raise a fool,” you shrugged.

“No she didn’t,” Jake murmured, awe tinging his words.

You grinned as Brock laughed, nudging his friend, making Jake blush fiercely. Bless him.

“So, salt?” you prompted, trying to ease Jake’s embarrassment.

“Coming right up. While I’m getting it, maybe you can give Virts your number so he can take you on that dinner date,” Brock said faux-innocently.

Oh damn. Whoops.

“You heard that?” Jake winced.

“Oh yeah,” Brock smirked, “and I already texted Petey,”

“Well shit, now the whole team knows,” Jake huffed.

Well you sure as hell weren’t going to let him feel awkward, not now.

“So are you getting your phone out or not?” you said, smiling sweetly.

Brock just laughed again at the stunned look on Jake’s face, even more so as Jake scrabbled to pull his phone out of his wet jeans. So much for Jake’s earlier bravado!

“He’s usually smoother than this,” Brock teased, passing the container of salt to you.

“I know. But this is cute too,” you grinned back, unashamed.

“Suck it Boeser,” Jake said cheerfully, putting his phone on the counter.

Brock laughed and rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds to it. Yell if you need anything more for the pants,”

You grinned to yourself, laying the jeans out flat on the kitchen counter, covering the red wine stain liberally in salt while it was still damp enough to soak in properly, before reaching for Jake’s phone. You could feel him watching you as you typed in your phone number, but it wasn’t until you saved it and put the phone down that you looked up at him.

That pretty smile. The cheeky flirting. That gorgeous face. Those strong tattooed arms. That sweet heart. All of that, just for you?

“He’s right, I’m usually way smoother,” Jake mused, finally tugging on the borrowed shorts.

“I like both sides of you. Makes things more interesting,” you shrugged.

“Yeah?” he grinned.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not bothering to lie. Why lie? Why deny yourself what you want?

The sparkle in his eyes sent the butterflies in your stomach crazy, and you turned away from him, using the excuse of finding a large bowl to get your control back. Jake truly had no idea what he did to you, did he?

“I’ve gotta boil the water, probably a few times, so don’t feel like you need to hang around,” you said, reaching up on your tiptoes for the bowl you needed.

You startled as you felt a hand on the small of your back, Jake’s familiar scent filling your senses as his body pressed close to yours.

“I think I like where I am right now,” he murmured, easily picking up the bowl you were reaching for.

You inhaled sharply at the return of his easy charm, looking up at him with a smile. Oh this was going to be fun.

[dripkingpetey]

can we get some more fluff w jake ?

hey! so sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for so long but i hope you like it!

“You look gorgeous today.” You heard a voice say behind you as you touched up your hair in the bathroom mirror and smiled at Jake. “Only today? What about other days?” You teased and watched Jakes face turn red realizing he messed up. “And every other day too.” Jake chuckled and pulled you in for a quick peck on the lips, not letting your body move away from his after. “I’m just teasing you,” You smiled at him once again and rubbed your thumb across his cheek softly. “Lunch date time?” You asked. “Lead the way.” 

“You’ve got some mayonnaise on the corner of your mouth.” You giggled as Jake took a bite of his sandwich and tried to wipe it away. “Shh you weren't supposed to see that.” Jake smiled at how happy you were in the moment. 

You loved how you could be yourself around Jake, always smiling and laughing about the little things and just living in the moment. And that was when you realized you were in love with Jake, you were always scared with the word but this time, you knew you were in love. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Jake had noticed you stopped eating your lunch and were zoned out. “Oh, uh- Nothing.” You quickly blurted out and regretted it immediately cause you knew that this moment would be living in Jakes head for the rest of the day if you didn’t tell him. You heard Jake sigh, letting it go for now.

“Goodnight.” Jake kissed you on the forehead and turned the lights off knowing you were half asleep. “Goodnight, I love you.” You mumbled and quickly realized what you said and woke up. Jake chuckled at you. “I love you too y/n.” He smiled and pulled you into his grip tightly. “Was that what you were thinking about at lunch?” He mumbled against your neck. “Maybe.” You said quietly with a giggle and drifted off to sleep.

[zackcollins]

strike gold || jake virtanen

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Author’s Note: I said on the other Jake fic I wrote that I’d write a fic with him about a country concert eventually. This is that fic. I picked the band (technically it’s a brother/sister duo) I did because they were the last concert I saw. Even then, it was supposed to be part of a bigger concert. They were the opening act for Dean Brody and Dallas Smith... who I didn’t stay for even though I love them even more than The Reklaws. F in chat for that. GIF credit to martinnecas!!

Warning: Beer consumption. Both the reader and Jake partake in it. If you need to avoid that, I understand and stay safe!!

Word Count: 1.0k+

Title: Roots by The Reklaws

Additional: The lyrics from the song are used in this. The song is about a non-descript Canadian hockey player that made the World Junior roster. The song makes references once or twice about the player having a girlfriend but I don’t make reference to the gender of the reader. How you interpret the gender of the reader is completely up to you. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this!!

The Reklaws were just beginning their set when you returned with the beer. Jake lit up when he saw you squeezing through the crowd of people, meeting you halfway. He grabbed a cup from you and raised it in salute. He took a drink and made a satisfied sound.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, smiling.

You smiled softly, raising your own cup in salute before taking a drink. Making your own satisfied sound, you looked at Jake fondly when you saw him smiling at you. He looked absolutely stunning decked out in his cowboy attire. The way he had his flannel sleeves rolled up left his tattoos exposed to the concert lighting and they looked amazing.

“Like what you see?” Jake chuckled before taking another sip from his beer cup.

Smiling awkwardly, you rubbed the back of your neck. “Your tattoos look amazing under the concert lights,” you said, motioning to his arm with the hand that was holding the beer cup.

Jake lifted his arm to look at it, twisting it around a couple of times. After a moment, he lowered his arm and nodded with a soft smile on his face.

He opened his mouth to respond but anything he wanted to say never came out. The Reklaws introduced their next song which caused Jake to whip his head toward the stage. He pointed up toward the singers, looking over his shoulder at you.

“This is the World Junior song from this year!” You noticed the pride in his voice. Even though he was too old for the World Juniors at this point in his career, he was always cheering the Canadian team on. You had had to listen to this song on repeat more times than you would care to admit in the months leading up to the tournament.

“Jake,” you said, taking a sip of your beer. “I know. You played it literally every day leading up to the tournament. Then something like four times a day during the tournament.”

Even in the reduced lighting, you saw the small blush that cast itself across his face. He turned his head back toward the stage. As the song started, you managed to hear Jake’s singing above those around you. Smiling softly, you moved forward and leaned your head against him.

He's a junior

Star of his hometown team

Got the grades, got the girl, got it all so it seems

Those big game lights in his eyes

Never felt so alive, so wild, so free

Now the fall has come and gone

He's got his country colours on

He's sitting there in the drive with his dad

And he says

Jake sang along, squeezing you against him. He took another sip of his beer before leaning down and kissing your temple. You smiled softly, squeezing Jake in turn as you took a sip of your own beer.

When the stars line on up

And you finally strike gold

When the pressure's way too much

But the diamond starts to show

At that moment, Jake reached his arm in the middle of the two of you and into his pocket. You leaned away from him to allow him easier access. When he brought his hand out, he leaned down and placed his beer on the ground beside him.

When your prayers get answered

God's plan unfolds

Now don't you forget to

Make mistakes, lose your way

Get some dirt on your boots

Call your mom, write your friends

Was that worth it for you?

Remember all of them people

When your dreams come true

Now don't you forget your roots

Jake kept singing as he got down on one knee. That’s when you realized he was holding a ring in his hand—he had reached into his pocket to grab an engagement ring. You took a large drink of your beer to steady your nerves while you stared at Jake.

She has seen him

Giving his heart to the game

Every night paid the price now he's finally got a break

Calls home saying 'Mom, we've been dreaming 'bout this day.'

Tears streaming down his face

Through the phone and his momma she says

You sang that part to Jake, loving the way his face softened and seemed like it wanted to cry. You placed your beer on the ground and stepped forward. Holding your hand out; all you could do was nod at Jake.

When the stars line on up

And you finally strike gold

When the pressure's way too much

But the diamond starts to show

When your prayers get answered

God's plan unfolds

Now don't you forget to

Make mistakes, lose your way

Get some dirt on your boots

Call your mom, write your friends

Was that worth it for you?

Remember all of them people

When your dreams come true

Now don't you forget your roots

You and Jake sang in unison as he slipped the ring on your finger. When he stood, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you as sweetly and as passionately as he had ever kissed you. A group of people around you started cheering and clapping. You quickly tuned them out, focusing solely on kissing Jake.

Oh, now don't you forget your roots

Oh

When the stars line on up

And you finally strike gold

When the pressure's way too much

But the diamond starts to show

When your prayers get answered

God's plan unfolds

Now don't you forget to

Make mistakes, lose your way

Get some dirt on your boots

Call your mom, write your friends

Was that worth it for you?

Remember all of them people

When your dreams come true

Now don't you forget your roots, oh

Now don't you forget your roots, oh

Now don't you forget your roots

Jake held you tightly and softly sang the conclusion of the song into your hair. You hummed, content with the actions he was performing. Everything about this was perfect.

Jake may have played the song to death before you came to the concert. Hearing it at the concert made that point null and void. This was the song that started the rest of your life with Jake. It would forever be your favourite song.

Your dreams came true and you would never forget your roots.

[hockeywhhores]

arrangements- q. hughes

Quinn Hughes x f!Reader

warnings~ smut, alcohol, male receiving, vaginal sex twice, swearing 

summary~ You and Quinn had an arrangement, put in one night everything fell apart. 

genre~ smut, friends with benefits to lovers

word count~ 2.7k 

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This is NSFW please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable. 

Jake Virtian was your best friend growing up, and that is how you ended up best friends with the whole Canucks roster, especially Quinn Hughes. Quinn and you just clicked. Within days of meeting you, he was smitten. You grabbed his attention, and would not let it go.

One night you both got way to drunk, and things ended up with you two together in Quinn’s bedroom. After that incident, you both agreed to be friends with benefits. You enjoyed the sex, and he enjoyed having you around. Even if this wasn’t how he had planned to get you, it would have to work for now. Quinn had even invited you to come back to Orlando with him, during the offseason. You had said no, not wanting to intrude on his family time, but he insisted. You both left it maybe. The offseason is coming in two weeks, so he gave you time to think about it.

Wanting to forget about college, and getting a job, you asked the guys if they wanted to go out. Quinn always said yes, and then most of the other guys agreed to a night out. You picked the bar, and everyone agreed to meet there. Before you had finished getting ready, Quinn had called you.

“Hey!” you said as you put your phone on speaker, so you could finish with your hair.

“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up tonight?” Quinn asked, sounding unsure of himself.

“Sure! that would be great! You don’t even know how many Ubers i’ve called this week!” You exaggerated.

“Perfect pick you up in twenty minutes.” He ended the call quickly after you both said your ‘goodbyes’ and you went back to curling your hair. finishing with minutes to spare you did a little bit of pregaming with some random alcohol you found in your apartment. When you heard a knock on your door, you were surprised to say the least. Quinn usually just texted you when he was here. You shrugged it off, and answered the door. There was Quinn a little early, and standing in your doorway. He was holding a bottle of vodka, and when he saw you he held it up higher for you to see.

“I brought you something to pregame with,” He explained, “I was going to pregame with you, but I realized that I stupidly told you I would drive.” He finished with a little smile, and you couldn’t help a laugh a little at how forgetful he was.

“Oh, I already drink some tequila, but I will be perfectly happy taking that beautiful bottle of vodka off your hands.” You were playing with him, but weren’t surprised when he handed you the bottle. You set it on the kitchen table, and left for his car.

The car ride was perfectly fine, with you and Quinn never missing a beat while you talked. You told him all about how you were needing to start internering, but your school work load was so big, that you didn’t know when you were going to be able to level time in between them. He told you about how he was stressed out with hockey, and just wanted to go home for the offseason, and take a small break from hockey. Quinn’s left hand never left your upper thigh, and your hand never left from its place; resting on top of his. Nothing ever felt awkward between the two of you. You swear if anyone asked you, you would say you had gotten closer to Quinn than you were with Jake, and that was really saying something.

When you pulled up to the club, you jumped out of the car. You couldn’t wait to see all the guys before they left for their last away game stretch. They were going to be all the way in Montreal playing the Candians. You were sad to see them go, but you knew that that was their jobs. Shaking everything off, you entered the club with Quinn by your side. Everyone that was already there greeted you right as you set through the doors. You waved to everyone, but went to the bar before you went to sit down with them. You didn’t know that Quinn had followed you, until after you finished ordering your drink and was planning on opening a tab, but then you felt his arm lightly touch the back of your upper arm and saw him slide his card to the bartender.

“You can put all her drinks on my tab.” Quinn told the guy. the guy nodded and started to get to work with making your drink.

“Quinn! You didn't have to do that!” You protested. Quinn just looked at you as if he was bored, and not wanting to engage in this debate. Quinn bought you a lot of things, he always put up the argument, that he was a hockey player, and he wanted to help you while you go through college. You just wanted to prove that you could pay for yourself, but telling him this was like beating a dead horse. The bartender gave you your drink, and Quinn a beer, you knew he was just going to nurse it all night. you and Quinn walked over to the table of hockey players and their wifes/girlfriends. You were happy just sitting at the table in between Quinn and Brock, but when one of your favorite dance songs came on; you just had to get on the dance floor.

“Oh my god, I love this song! Someone come dance with!” You exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat. You looked back and noticed no one had followed you.

“Ok losers…” you frowned at them, “Quinn please come dance with me!” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and lightly tugged on his arm. He huffed but came with you to the dance floor.

“Thank you!” You smiled brightly at him as you started swaying your hips to the beat. Quinn awkwardly dances with you. He did not know where to put his hands, or even how to move his body. You giggled at him, and grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. Then you gently hand him rock side to side with you. He was still stiff and looked like he was doing something wrong.

You smiled in reassurance, “You are doing great, Romeo” you whispered into his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you know I hate dancing.” Quinn huffed back into your ear. “But did I tell you how good you look tonight.” You did look good in your short black dress, and perfectly styled makeup and hair.

“Oh stop.” You were blushing, “But to answer your question, no you did not.” the blush was still there but you tried to hide it with a confident-ish smirk.

“My bad then. What kind of gentleman am I? Can’t even remember to tell the prettiest girl I have ever seen, how beautiful she looks.” He was messing with you, but that didn’t stop your blush from growing.

“Want to go back to your car?” you asked after a couple songs have ended. You were surprised when Quinn didn’t leave after the song you originally wanted to dance to was over.

“You have your things?” He quested you, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yes, why?” you looked back into his eyes. He knew you saw the hungriness he had for you in his eyes, and he even saw the same in your eyes.

“Because when I’m finished with you, you are not going to be able to come back in here.” he spelt out for you.

“Oh, well do you think if anyone would notice if we just left?” now it's your turn to question him.

“Not if we're careful.” Quinn quiered. Looking back at the table you noticed some have already left, and the ones that were still there were all wrapped up in their own conversations.

“I think we are in the clear.” you testified. Quinn took your hand and you both rushed out of the club and to his black car. He quickly got into the driver's seat, while you got into the passenger’s seat. Without telling you where he was driving to, he started the car and left the parking lot. You ended up in a dark street that was far enough away from everything. Quickly both of you unbuckled your seat belts, and you were strpped your dress off, and took off your shoes. Quinn climbed into the backseat, and you went after him.

“Everything off, baby girl.” he reminded you.

“I just thought you would like to do the honors.” you joked, and before you knew it your bra was in his lap.

“consider me honored,” Quinn joked back. You quickly got to work unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. Before going any further with undressing him you gave his growing erection a soft, little kiss. Quinn let out a strong huff of air.

“Don’t play with me.” he warned. You responded by pulling down his boxers, and grabbing his now fully-erect penis with your small hands. Pumping it up and down, while you sucked on the tip. He was a sighing mess, you knew you weren’t giving him fully what he wanted. Quinn applied some pressure down on the top of your head, in a warning type of way. You pushed him into your mouth as far as you could take him, pumping everything you couldn’t fit. As you looked up into his eyes, you saw that he was already looking at you with hooded eyes. With one hand you messaged his balls, while your other hand was pumping the bit you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He had made a makeshift ponytail with his hand, trying to see as much of you as he could. You continued like this for a couple of minutes, until you felt sticky ropes of cum cover your mouth. You set back up, and whipped your lips, while staring at him in the eyes.

Quinn kissed you deeply, and pasionalty. You knew he could taste himself on your mouth, but he didn’t care. He accidentally ripped your underwear, while trying to get it off of you as fast as he could. No one cared. Both of you know if you asked from him to buy you new ones, you would get several new pairs in return. The car was getting steamy, but you didn;t care. Climbing on top of Quinn, you sat down on top of his already reerected dick. He slid in easily, with how wet you were. His shirt buttons there undid proved the perfect amount of room for you hand to feel his chest up, and down. Quinn helped guide your hips, helping set a pace you were both happy with. Everything was overriding your brain, and you only seemed to know his name; chanting it as if it was a prayer. All that you could hear was his panting, your moans, and skin slapping skin. When you felt his pace slow, and his thrust get sloppy, you knew he was close. you were too. You matched your hips to his, and came with him. You didn’t get off of him, until you stopped feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. Quinn happily let you stay connected with him. Both of your faces were plastered with dumb- looking smiles.

Needing his help you got off of him, and used your ripped pantys to clean yourself up a bit. Sitting back next to him in his backseat, made you feel happy. You don’t know if it was the orgasm or you genuinely liked him, but you felt like you were on cloud nine. Quinn buttoned up his pants, and helped you get your dress on, before he helped you get back into the front seat, so he could take you home.

When you were safely in you apartment you asked him something you never had before, “Do you want to stay?” your eyes looked tired, but your body felt too wired to sleep.

“Sure, If you want me too.” Quinn tried to seem as nonchalant as he could. He did not need you knowing about how he has always wanted you to ask him this.

“There is a pair of your sweat pants in the top drawer. I am going to clean myself up.” you said as you walked to your bathroom. Quinn made his way to your bedroom, and looked into your draw. There was a pair of his gray sweatpants that he had lent to you, after your pants had ripped. He knew he had been in your bedroom before, but  whenever he had there were more pressing matters to deal with. So while you were in the bathroom he took the time to look around your room. Your bed was in the far corner, and there were pictures of you and the team. One picture was of you and Quinn when he had scored, in overtime,  after a tough game. The other pictures were of you and Jake, or your family.

When you came back from the bathroom you found Quinn already changed into his sweatpants, and was laying in your bed. He playfully whistled when you started changing, and you just sent him a playful glare. He held up the blanket as you climbed into your bed, and you noticed he decided to go without a shirt.

“Wow aren’t I one lucky girl.” you teased him as you ran your hand up and down his bare chest.

“You know I like to think of myself as one lucky guy. I mean I have the cutest girl feeling me up right now!” Quinn laughed into your ear and then kissed your cheek. You don’t why but all of this just felt right. Having him here in your bed, felt like it was always supposed to happen. You talked  about everything under the sun as you cuddled. his hand was rubbing, soft, light-feathered circles on your back. You felt so loved. No one has ever made you feel the way Quinn does.

“Quinn?” you whispered into the darkness.

“Yes darling?” he answered back.

“I love you.” you professed. You felt his breathing and hand falter. At that moment you were sure that you stopped breathing as well. The world even felt as if it had stopped spinning.

“I love you too.” Quinn whispered as if you would break if he talked louder than that.  

“I have since I met you.”  He confessed as he looked down at you. You could barely see him in the dark, but you shot yourself up to give him a kiss. The kiss was passionate, not the passionate like when you were just fucking around, but passionate in the way that told you how much he loved you.

You reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Quinn pushed your shorts, along with your panties, to the ground. You managed to get everything off your legs. Before pushing you down onto the bed, you discarded your shirt. When you both were completely nude Quinn took charge. With him holding your arms on top of your head, he ground his hips into yours. Then when he felt you were wet enough he slipped his hard, throbbing dick into you. Quinn took his time, pushing in and out of you. You were a moaning mess. Nothing was fast about this. It was all slow and loving. Hidden emotions were coming out. Hidden emotions of love and pining. Quinn and you come together.

After Quinn got out of bed he came back with a damp rag, and gently cleaned you up. Crawling back into bed with you he never let go of your hands. You both slept with a new sense of purpose. And when you woke up the next morning you told him how much you would love to go back to Orlando and stay with him and his family. You fell in love with Quinn Hughes and wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

finished.

[puckmeupfam]

Can I request something fluffy with jake virtanen👀

Jake had planned and planned and planned, yet everything that could go wrong was going wrong. The grocery store was out of one of the main ingredients to your favorite dish, so he had to substitute and make salmon. But when he turned to work on the side dish, the salmon turned a bit too black. Next thing he knew the smoke alarm was going off and you had to run turn on the fan. Which prompted you to start trying to help him prepare the meal. Jake became so frustrated, all he had wanted to do was make something nice for you and now it was all going to hell.

“Y/N, please, just go out in the living room and drink your wine. I’m making you dinner. Just let me make you dinner,” he told you grumpily. You studied him for a minute and he looked so sad, eyes refusing to meet yours. Instead of leaving, you started taking slow steps towards him. As you reached him, you brought your hand up to pull his face to yours. Placing a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes opened as you part and you laughed lightly at his very dramatic pout.

“Babe, I appreciate the gesture but you don’t have to do all of this for me. I’d be happy with anything as long as you’re here. You could’ve handed me a plate of CheezWhiz and Ritz crackers and I’d be happy,” you said softly. Even though you felt your words were sincere and kind, you had still managed to set Jake off.

“That’s just the thing, I didn’t want you to just be happy with whatever I did. I wanted to do something good for you. I wanted to do more for you. Just tonight, that’s all I wanted and I couldn’t even do it,” he said, gesturing wildly, clearly frustrated. You had a choice to make, either step back and let him have his time - floating along as if nothing was wrong - or prodding a bit more. Obviously, you chose the latter.

“Why tonight, Jake? Huh? Why tonight,” you questioned. He ran his hands through his hair wildly. 

“Because I was going to tell you that I love you,” he exclaimed. His words froze you in your place, eyes going wide and jaw dropping open. Around the time that you processed enough to go to him, Jake came back to reality and began to regret his outburst. He spun around and started walking away. Not wanting his thoughts to cause a storm in his head, you rushed for ward and grabbed his hand to make him face you.

“What were you going to tell me,” you asked, trying to conceal the smile that was taking over your face. Looking down at his feet, Jake mumbled out,

“I love you.” You smiled broadly and threw your arms around his neck and he looked up just in time for your lips to connect with him. His hands came to your waist as he kissed you back. Pulling your head back, you spoke between kisses, trying to make each word resonate like a prayer in the soft lighting of the kitchen.

“I love you, too.” He pulled away and the smile he gave you put butterflies in your stomach and a deep warmth in your heart. But before you could think any further, he reached down and put his arms under your knees. Picking you up bridal style, he moved to carry you up the stairs - your laughter ringing out through the house. It’s safe to say the blackened salmon did not get eaten. 

[kniesyswrld]

Dumb Inventions I See These NHLers Making

[lovenhlboys]

Ok so if y’all would like, I would love if you could send me NHL fic recs as I’m going on a long car ride and am not the one driving.

Players I love reading about

Nolan Patrick, Travis Konecny, Carter Hart, Roope Hintz, Brock Boeser, Elias Pettersson, Jake Virtanen, Andrei Svechnikov, Matthew Barzal, Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, & Matthew Tkachuk.

Again, you don’t have to I would just appreciate it, you can either submit the post to me or put it in an ask or message me, whatever you want to do. 😁

I will be reblogging my favs with who submitted them if anyone wants to watch out for that on Tuesday.

[hockey-hoe-24-7]

No Nut November: Fail feat. Jake Virtanen

Plot: Your boyfriend and his teammates try out No Nut November and you are not having it.

Word Count: 2,990 (A lot longer than I planned...) Warnings: All the smut, some cursing

         “You’re doing that on purpose.”

          At the sound of your boyfriend’s rather snippish tone, you look around your shoulder from your position loading dishes into your parent’s dishwasher. You frowned at Jake, who stood like a drill sergeant behind you, impressive arms crossed over his chest.

          “Loading dishes? Yeah, because my mom ordered me to.”

          He returned the glare right back. It was much more intimidating on him, seeing as he was 6’1” and built like a tank. “No,” he snapped. “Doing it…like that.”

          Your eyebrows furrowed deeper, this time in confusion. “Am I doing it wrong or something?”

          Jake rolled his eyes dramatically and you thought about throwing one of your mother’s precious china plates at his beautiful head. “No, you’re standing…like that.”

          The confusion immediately transformed into annoyance and you closed your eyes against the tidal wave of it, hanging your head and rubbing the bridge of your nose to collect yourself.  “Is this about that stupid no nut November challenge?”  You took his stubborn silence as a begrudging yes. “Oh my god.”

          At the Canuck’s annual Halloween party, your boyfriend and three of his teammates drunkenly agreed to take part in the ridiculous viral sensation that was No Nut November.  Sitting next to him on the couch, you had nearly dropped the glass of cheap wine you had been holding all over the couch cushion as you listened to the rules of this competition.  

        Being the drunken idiots that they were, you had listened to the rules become more and more outrageous until they included no masturbating, no cumming during sex, no pornography, etc.  It had been the cocky rookie Quinn—who had been absolutely plastered, you might add—that had thrown out having NO sex.  When you and two other WAGS had all let out shocked squeaks in protest, he had quickly recanted that idea, which you knew he’d appreciate himself when he was sober.

          The drunker they had all gotten, the more heated the exchange, until they all started one upping each other on the winning price. You had listened in horror as they kept throwing out higher and higher numbers.  Only when they reached $5000 did you put a solid hand on Jake’s thigh and give it a sold squeeze.  It was his money, and he could absolutely do what he wanted with it, but you knew him well enough to figure that he would not appreciate a $5000 pot once he was sober.

          Finally—with help from their much soberer significant others—they had all settled on $2500 to whoever conquered No Nut November.  In the end, the rules had encompassed that none of them could cum in any way, shape, or form for the entirety of November.  It was you who had made sure to clarify that they could certainly help their SO’s cum over the next 31 days.

          The next morning—as you had predicted—your boyfriend had been furious with himself and his teammates.  The first thing he had done the following morning was lunge over to his phone and furiously text them, asking if they were serious about this while you sat there, shaking with the effort not to laugh.  After much cursing and name calling, all the stubborn, competitive men had agreed that No Nut November would go forward as planned, with a $2500 reward for the winner.  He had moped around all day and you had been worried he would be like that all month.

          To put it lightly, your boyfriend was a complete horndog.  Like, complete horndog.  When you had first begun dating, his teammates had theorized that maybe he would calm down with the frequency with which he had sex, but that had turned out to be very much not true.  Now, instead of a different woman every few days, it was all just focused on you.  

        Thankfully, you were not taking part in No Nut November, and Jake was nothing if not gracious and giving.  He still got you off at the normal, near daily frequency, whether it to be eating you out in the morning until you begged him to stop, or pulling you into his lap and holding eye contact with you while he fingered you to climax.  But it wasn’t the same.  No orgasm was the same when it wasn’t with him inside of you, filling you up until you were breathless.  But he was a stubborn asshole and always stopped himself before he lost control and buried himself in you.  Stupid pride.

        Now, you stood across from him in your mother’s kitchen on Thanksgiving evening, wanting to throw a family heirloom at his gorgeous face.  As the month had progressed, he had been getting grumpier and grumpier.  But, he had also been getting more and more irresistible as well.  Since he couldn’t have sex, he had been spending more time at the gym to work off his energy and he had filled out even more than he already was.  He had bought a new sweater for family Thanksgiving at your parent’s place, and it did nothing to hide the new definition of his muscles. He had also begun taking his energy out on you in more vigorous ways, fingering or eating or stimming you to orgasms strong enough to knock you unconscious.  

        Still, it just wasn’t the same.

        Straightening up and turning around, you took a deep breath. “Jacob, you are driving me insane.”  He gritted his teeth.  “I’m driving you crazy? You are bending over, looking like that, in that dress, and I’m driving you crazy?”

        You looked down.  You had worn this dress about 50 times to work and other parties because it was one of the nicest you had and you happened to look pretty good in it.  You knew for a fact that Jake happened to really like this dress. He could never keep his hands off of you when you wore it…oh.

        A grin cracked your face.  “You think I worse this dress to give you a hard time?”  You almost laughed. Damn, you were punny.  Jake, on the other hand, did not look amused.  “You do not have to bend over that far to put dishes in a dishwasher.”  Now, you had to laugh. Walking over to him, you cupped his face in your hands. He welcomed you like it was second nature, his hands coming around your waist and holding you close.  

        “Are you struggling baby?” you teased, wiping your thumbs over his strong cheekbones.  He pouted as his hands wandered over your hips and dangerously low onto your ass.  “No,” he lied.  “I have four days left. And I am going to win.” You hummed in affirmation. “Of course you are, baby.”  

        Rising onto your tiptoes and pulling his face down, you pressed a sweet, long kiss to his mouth.  When he groaned into the kiss, a chill ran down your spine.  His arms came tight around your waist and he crushed you to him, the force bending you back over his arms. He bit down on your bottom lip. Hard. Letting out a cry of pain and surprise, you opened your mouth and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until you weren’t sure where you ended and he began. Your arms flew around his neck, seeking purchase against the onslaught of heat and sensations. He took a step forward and your body went with his until you both stumbled back against the counter, the marble digging into the small of your back.  When you desperately whimpered into the kiss, he responded immediately, palming your ass with one hand and grinding your hips against his.  He was rock hard against your stomach and you knew what was going to happen next. He would shove your dress up and either spin you around to take you from behind, or he would lift you up onto the counter and—

        The kiss ended so abruptly you were left gasping, and the sudden absence of his body against yours was a violent shock to your senses.  When you stumbled forward he caught you by the arms and not un-gently pushed you back against the counter.  Your body immediately sought his skin again and you reached up to clasp his wrists with your hands.

        You both stood there, panting violently in the empty kitchen.  As you stood there, you felt the anger become boiling thing in your belly.  You shoved his hands away.

        “Are you fucking kidding me, Virtanen?”

        He raised his head from its bent position and you wanted to groan aloud.  He was even more beautiful with his flushed face and swollen mouth, his hair hanging into his eyes.  You’d jump him and take him to the floor if you weren’t so mad at him.  He had the grace to look bashful as he pushed his hair back.

        “Four more days, baby. Four days and then we can—”

        “I don’t fucking care. I’m so goddamn mad at you right now, I—” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m going to make you lose this bet.” His eyebrows flew up comically high. “What?”  A new resolve had you pulling yourself to what was a not so impressive height, but you didn’t care. You felt ten feet tall in your righteous anger.  “I’m going to make you lose this stupid bet.” His eyes narrowed at the implied challenge. “You wouldn’t.”

        “Try. Me.”

        “Y/N, I swear to god—”

        You took a slow step toward him, all measured female provocation.  “What are you gonna do?” You challenged, raising your chin defiantly and holding eye contact.  He lowered his head until you were nearly nose to nose. “A challenge, little girl?” His voice was a growl that would have normally had you melting.  Now, it just fanned your anger. “What’re you going to do about it?” You repeated. The silence was so super charged you could feel it beneath your skin.  You knew exactly what you both wanted him to do about it, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him with four days left.  

        Grabbing his jaw with one hand, you yanked him down and slammed your mouth onto his, your other hand going to the erection beneath his slacks to squeeze just hard enough.  Jake moaned into your mouth and his hips jerked forward, but you pulled away, stepping out of his reach.  He sputtered and blinked in surprise.  

        “Can you finish loading the dishwasher for me, darling?”  Without waiting for an answer, you spun on your heel and walked out of the room, adding a little extra sway to your hips.  His blue streak of curses had you smiling in triumph.

          About five minutes and a cacophony of clattering dishes later, Jake came skulking back into the living room where you sat with your family sat scrolling through Christmas movies for your annual tradition of a post-dinner Christmas movie marathon.  While most of your family and cousins had opted to change into more comfortable clothing, you had decided to stay in your dress and curl up under a blanket.

        As you watched Jake look around for an empty seat, you stood and beckoned him over.  His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he did as he was beckoned and walked through the dim room to sit on the couch.  You wasted no time in plopping yourself down in his lap, wrapping the blanket around both of you.

        He let out an almost imperceptible groan as you came down solidly over his cock, which was still hard. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you nuzzled a kiss to his temple and wiggled slightly.  His hand came onto your thigh and squeezed almost too hard. “Easy,” he growled against your throat.  You only hummed against his hair in answer.

        As the opening credits started on It’s a Wonderful Life, you wrapped your hand about Jake’s beneath the blanket. He complied, probably thinking it was innocent intimacy. Instead, you guided his hand slowly from your knee up your dress.  You felt his entire body go rock hard beneath you. When his fingers were close to your folds, you only just let the tips of them graze you.  He gave a light shudder as his fingers went on an adventure of their own, outlining the soft crease at the top of your thigh.  You rolled your hips again and he buried his face in your neck on another shudder. Thank god this was a big couch.

        You leaned your body into his.  It looked like you two were just cuddling closer as he leaned back against the couch, keeping your body tight to his. His face was still in your neck and he was trying to control his breathing. Lowering your head, you kissed him behind the ear and scratched his scalp with you nails. Just when he was about to push a finger inside of you, you pushed his hand away.  It came down hard on your thigh, almost startling a squeak out of you.  He was getting impossibly harder beneath you and you felt incredibly powerful.

        “I’m going to make some hot chocolate,” you announced, suddenly standing up from your spot on his lap. You were the only one that heard him curse as he pulled the blanket over his lap to cover his hard on.  A few of your family members responded, but you ignored them as you walked into the kitchen.

        You were having way too much fun at Jake’s expense and you knew it.  Did part of you feel bad? Absolutely. But did the rest of you kind of love it? Also yes. You were so busy pulling out hot chocolate ingredients and thinking up more ways to torture your poor boyfriend that you didn’t even hear him come storming up behind you.

        You cried out when a fist came into your hair and jerked your head back.  A hand came to cover your mouth and you dragged back against a blazing wall of heat.

        “You are a brat,” Jake snarled in your ear.  You felt a flood of heat between your legs and groaned against his hand over your mouth.  Taking his hand from your mouth, he reached down to drag your dress up over your ass.  His other hand stayed tight in your hair and he pushed your head forward until your chest was flush with the marble counter.  You were completely at his mercy now, his strength completely overpowering you  

        Your breath caught in anticipation as you heard him make quick work of his belt and slacks.  In the next second, he was pushing inside of you at an agonizing slow pace.  You both groaned long and low as he pushed into the hilt and stayed there for a long moment, savoring the feeling.  Letting out a primal growl of desperation, you fisted your hands on the marble and flexed around him, which earned you a curse.

        “Jake,” you whined. “Now. Please.”

        He wasted no time, pulling out and slamming back in, then again, and again.

        Aggressive and desperate, it was just what you needed after being denied him for so long.  As he continued, you braced one hand against the wall and used the other to cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to be quiet.  His hand tightened in your hair, and exquisite pain that drove you higher.

       You pressed your hand harder to your mouth as you got closer and closer, heard Jake groan your name.  It felt like a lifetime, but it was only a few moments until you both came. You knew it would be intense, but you had never imagined…

        Clawing your hand against the wall and biting down on your hand, you tried to ride the waves of pleasure that seemed to never end.  When he came in you, it was a warm sensation you had missed dearly.

        After what felt like an eternity, you felt Jake’s chest against your back as he leaned down and rested his forehead on your nape, laying a long, open mouthed kiss to the skin there.  You shuddered in response.

        The both of you groaned as he pulled out of you slowly and zipped himself back up.  His hands were warm and gentle as he pulled you up to a standing position and brushed your dress back down.  Pressing a long, sweet kiss against your forehead, he pulled your body into his.

        “Okay?” he asked, his voice husky.  In response, you went to your tips toes and pressed a long, open mouthed kiss to the pulse in his throat, pressing your tongue against his skin.  He exhaled deeply and clenched your hips in his hands.

        “Amazing,” you purred against his skin.

        His hand was in your hair again and he pulled your head back so he could look down into youe eyes. He did not look happy.

         “I am now out $2500 because of you.”

        Your own laugh was husky as you let your hands wander up his shirt and over the skin of his chest.  “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

        “You sure as hell will.”

        Heart pounding at all the ways you could earn his forgiveness, you pulled him down for another kiss.

       When the two of you returned to Vancouver the following day, neither of you left the apartment for 24 hours, pulling yourselves from bed and away from each other only to eat.  Turns out, none of them had won.  Brock had lasted a week, Bo two weeks, and Quinn—the great mastermind of the entire bet—hadn’t even lasted 24 hours.  Since Jake had lasted the longest, he earned $1800 as an acknowledgement to his commitment.  Not the full $2500 because, as Quinn pointed out multiple times, he didn’t actually win.

       “How should we spend this?” he asked you a few nights later.

       “I heard a new sex shop opened downtown—”

       You barely got your shoes on before he was yanking you out the door.

[shiverandqueeef]

no judgment bc we are all clowns in this rpf car together, and obviously every fic is fictionalizing the public personas of sports figures so like...there are no pairings that are more "realistic" than any other...but all that being said...jake virtanen/jt miller...why ?

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

jake virt!

Mistletoe for Jake Virtanen to be posted December 18th

“Jake, I’m here!” You called out, using the spare key he had given you. At first, it was only so you could be in his bed waiting for him when he got back from road trips, but then suddenly you were taking care of his dogs and getting his mail—while still keeping the original benefits to your relationship.

“One second!” Jake called back out, and you set your gift bag you had gotten for Brock for the Christmas party you were about to attend by the door and slipping into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. Just as you filled a glass you heard his footsteps trail into the kitchen and just as he let out a low whistle you turned around to face him. “Damn, are you sure we have to go to this party?”

“Pretty sure, since Bo and Holly have been planning this for weeks and would have your head on a pike if you bailed.” You teased, shamelessly let your gaze rake up and down his figure. He looked good, like usual, wearing a simple sweater and pair of jeans, a bright red Santa hat on his head. Gesturing to it, you smirked, and with a smug look you continued your teasing; “Looks like Santa came early this year.”

“Santa never comes early.” His look was just as mischievous as yours and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the implication of his words. His next comment was delivered in a low voice, a hint of seriousness in his eyes despite the fact that you had simply been teasing him. “I can show you right now, if you want.”

“Why are you always trying to get me into bed, Virtanen?”

[dripkingpetey]

hi hi hi! I saw this prompt somewhere and if you’d be down to write for whoever I’d love you forevaa!!!

“You’re famous and I jokingly left a comment on your social media post asking if you’ll go egg my ex-partner’s house with me this weekend, and I never actually expected you to respond, let alone show up Friday night with dark sweatshirts, toilet paper rolls, and three egg cartons tucked under your arm” AU

hi omg thank you so much for the request! i know i’m not the best at getting to requests but here it is!

“Just do it! I bet he’ll just skip over if he saw it anyways.” Your bestfriend said, hovering over your phone as the both of you sat on the grey couch in your apartment, sipping on some cheap wine you had picked up after work. “I’d be surprised if Jake fucking Virtanen saw my comment.” You laughed nonchalantly and your fingers started moving on your keyboard, asking if he’d go to your ex’s house and egg it with you.

You woke up the next morning to a dm from no other than Jake Virtanen, you immediately jumped up out of bed but quickly regretted it when your feet hit the ice-cold floor. You read the dm as you got back into bed, debating on wether your should open it or not. “Lets do it, me+you this Friday at 9pm.” You chuckled as you read the dm out loud to yourself. “Holy shit.” Your brain shut down right after you tried to process it. It took you a moment to realize what to respond. “Oh holy shit I didn’t expect a response, I am most definitely down for Friday though :)” You couldn’t believe that you responded to him but you did.

Friday, 9:14pm.

You and Jake had hung out the day before this, it felt like a date but you weren’t sure of what to call it, you just wanted to enjoy the moment of these crazy days.

You and Jake stood there, looking at each other as the both of you giggled at how stupid this is. “You’re famous and I jokingly left a comment on your social media post asking if you’ll go egg my ex-partner’s house with me this weekend, and I never actually expected you to respond, let alone show up Friday night with dark sweatshirts, toilet paper rolls, and three egg cartons tucked under your arm.” “Hey c’mon you only live once.” Jake said with a wink. “Shall we?” You nodded after Jakes question.

It felt like it happened within seconds, you smashed the eggs into the windows while Jake threw the toilet paper around, quickly running to his car parked down the street. You and Jake panted as you laughed at each other. “Oh my god we did that.” You giggled as Jake quickly drove off.

You and Jake ended up at his apartment drinking whatever Jake had mixed up for you. You don’t know how it happened but your face ended up inches away from Jakes, giggling as you smelt the alcohol in his breath. “Can I kiss you?” Jake whispered as he tucked the loose strand of your hair behind your ear and you nodded, giggling softly as your lips collided. Jake seemed like a fuck boy outside but when it came to girls he truly liked, he was the sweetest guy ever.

[zackcollins]

Have you thought about re-writing your J*ke fics but with a different player? I enjoyed those stories but it sucks he’s a garbage person

I've tried not to think about those fics since finding out about him, if I'm honest. But maybe it would be cathartic or something if I did rewrite them for somebody else since the premise of the fics weren't the problem. I will definitely give it some thought and we'll see what happens in the next week or so about what my decision is. I appreciate that you did the enjoy the fics at the time they were written so I'll definitely take that into consideration when making my decision, okay?

[im-only-joking]

32 with Junior Varsity

Please note that JV or Junior Varsity stands for Jake Virtanen. So sorry to everyone for the stupid inside joke lol.

Usual warnings. Uh... Fem dom male sub kinda?

"You look good," Jake smirked as you descended the stairs of your apartment.

You would be joining him for a charity events for the Canucks, and considering you two were friends with benefits, you'd made a deal with him. You would attend the event if he let you use the strap on afterwards.

"So do you, kitten," you murmured, making his cheeks pink and his fingers clench the flowers he held out for you. "Awe, Jake, you didnt have to."

He shrugged. "Wanted this night be nice, ya know."

"It's not my first charity event and not your first time getting it up the ass so what gives, baby." You tipped your head, giving him a moment to answer.

"I- may or may not have feelings? For you? Of the romantic variety?" He stuttered.

Well. That was new. But nothing you hadn't thought about before.

"I like you romantically too, Jake," you smiled, offering him your hand to lead you to your Uber that was waiting at the curb. "Now get me to this event so we can leave it as early as possible and I can make love to you."

Jake stood motionless, blinking at you in confusion.

"Kitten, don't make me tell you twice," you growled, pulling him close to you. "I don't wanna have to punish you tonight."

[forthelovegame]

Update on my requests:

I have something with Quinn, Barzy, Jake and Petey now I just need ideas for my Sebastian Aho and Svech pieces :)

going to start with Quinn bc the idea is so fresh in my head and hopefully it will be posted later

[puckmeupfam]

The Right to Be Jealous | Jake Virtanen

Word Count: 3177 Note: Friends with benefits to lovers with the one and only. I feel like everything I write is same ice cream different cone, but I like to give the people what I want.

Sitting in the shadowed booth, your nails dug into the faux leather upholstery. Everyone else was out dancing and laughing loudly on the sticky floor. They were relaxed, blowing off steam, singing along to the ‘00s pop throwback that was blasting. You just stayed glaring daggers at your vodka cran that had slowly become watered down by the ice, shedding a puddle of condensation. There was one other member of the Canucks posse who was not on the dance floor: Jake was standing with his elbow on the bar while his eyes were on the woman perched on the barstool. In your desperation, you had even tried that body language deciphering trick of looking at his feet just to find them pointed towards her as well. 

Jake was free to do whatever he wants, you told yourself, you have no hold over him. The two of you met shortly after you moved to Vancouver for school. At first, you were friends but nothing more. Yes, you found each other attractive, that was clear. But you were much more compatible at making sarcastic jokes and counseling each other through life’s daily mindfucks than anything else. Then, Jake started inviting you as his plus one to events and parties, he had found that everyone had a tendency to pair off at those events and he wasn’t a fan of not having anyone’s attention. That’s how it started, him shushing you because you were incapable of keeping your voice down and you saving him whenever he got caught in a boring, bureaucratic conversation. 

And that’s how it went until last year’s Halloween party.

You both drank more than usual. And maybe the catalyst was him placing his hand on your bare thigh where the costume had ridden up. Or maybe it was you lamenting about how long it had been since you had gotten laid. But probably it was him tying a knot in that damn cherry stem. No matter how it happened, you found yourself being pulled by the wrist down the hallway of his building. Both of you drunk and giggly. When you stepped into his apartment, he spun you around so your back was flush against the cold door. He spent a minute staring down at you, not laughing anymore. You let yourself get lost in his bright eyes that kept flickering to your lips. Without even realizing it you brought your hand up to his face and stroked your thumb along the apple of his cheek. Suddenly he leaned down and kissed you, hard. The hand on his face went to wrap around his neck while the one previously at your side ended up tangled in his hair. You tasted booze and hints of sweet grape from jello shots as he licked your lip. When you opened your mouth there was something else on his tongue which you classified as “fuck-why-have-we-been-doing-anything-but-this.” No matter what the catalyst was you were gone.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and messy hair. On your right, Jake was sprawled on his stomach with one tattooed arm thrown over your hip. As you started to shift he groaned and tightened his hold on you. Reaching over to scratch your nails against his scalp, you spoke in a scratchy voice, “I’m just getting coffee, you big baby.” When you came back with the mugs full of steaming liquid, Jake’s with an extra splash of cream, you both sat against the headboards quietly. Minutes passed but it was Jake who broke the silence, “(Y/N), you know, I’m so sorry,” he said in a nervous jumble. You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. 

“I just really, really don’t want to fuck us up. You’re so important to me and I just can’t not talk to you every day. It’s not something I can live with,” he continued. When you peered over at him he wasn’t looking back at you but rather locking his eyes on a chip on his mug that he worried with his thumb. Your chest felt tight and your chin wobbled a bit. If Jake was trying not to ruin your friendship then you would have to try too. So you steeled your emotions and forced your hands not to shake as you brought the mug to your lips.

And that was that. 

Until the holiday party. Where the same thing happened, except the next morning he didn’t say anything. Instead, when you moved to get coffee he held your wrist back and insisted he take you out to a diner. While you would really rather him not tell you that last night was a mistake in front of witnesses, you still threw on a hoodie and did your best to tame your hair though you didn’t bother attempting anything for the dark circles under your eyes. The surprising part was that when you got to the diner he didn’t say anything about the night prior. He even went so far as to order for you before you could even open your mouth. Caramel french toast with strawberries and powdered sugar. And when the food came to your table, he even went so far as to nudge the syrup in your direction. 

He never brought it up. And he didn’t the next day. Or the next. But then he pulled you into a corner at Bo’s New Year’s Eve party, planting his lips on yours until you found yourself slipping out the door with him with over thirty minutes remaining until midnight. Whether you liked it or not once was an accident, twice was a coincidence, three was a pattern, and after that… Well, you had simply stopped counting once you got to eleven. Stopped trying to make sense of it. Just went with it.

You’re broken from your memories by Troy and Emma coming back to the table to get their things. With the night winding down and your group dispersing, some realities occurred to you. Jake had picked you up at your apartment earlier in the evening and both of you had planned that he would take you home at the end of the night. Apparently, he had forgotten. Or maybe he just didn’t care. You weren’t sure which was worse: being thrown to the side for a blonde at the bar or being such a blip on your best friend’s radar that he would totally forget about your existence.

“Hey, would you guys be able to give me a ride home by any chance?” you asked, drawing their attention to you. The couple shared a look before nodding along. You grabbed your bag and jacket before scurrying out of the booth and following behind them, not sparing Jake a glance. Slipping into the backseat of Troy’s car, you reminded him of your address. They had the radio turned up lowly so you could vaguely hear the tune but not quite catch the lyrics. You looked at your phone for a few moments before Emma spoke. 

“Didn’t Jake drive you?” You held in a sigh at her loaded question. While you had never spoken about your situation with Jake to anyone, not even Jake himself, you knew other people noticed that there was something going on between the two of you. It wasn’t like you were particularly cautious, nothing you and Jake did was well thought out, the two of you had surely drunkenly made out in too bright of a corner or stumbled out the door a bit too loudly. And everyone had likely discussed whatever the two of you were doing after you left. And Jake might have even talked about your situation during late-night card games on roadies. And… You snapped yourself out of the weird self-analyzing pity show to answer Emma and save yourself from hyperventilating in your friends’ car.

“He did,” you began, “but he was… busy, and I didn’t want to get in his way.” You were sitting behind Emma so you had a much better view of Troy as he reacted to your answer. He squinted before looking over at his girlfriend with a raised brow. Emma’s only response was a mumbled, “Oh.” 

As Troy pulled up in front of your building, you were glad that they didn’t push further. You thanked them profusely for the ride before jumping out and speed walking into your apartment. You closed and locked the door as soon as you got in before pouring yourself a glass of water. One glance at your phone showed that you had many texts waiting for you and one flash of Jake’s name had you powering the device all the way off and plugging it in. You wiped your makeup off and rubbed in your favorite rich moisturizer. Even though it was still fairly early, you felt exhausted with emotions that you shouldn’t have. Nevertheless, you took a melatonin gummy for good measure and brushed your teeth before encasing yourself in blankets and waiting for sleep.

When you woke up to the morning sun on your face, you got up purposefully avoiding your phone. After drinking a cup of coffee you decided to cook a healthy breakfast. Maybe if you detoxed your body a bit it would help to detox Jake from your mind. When you were finished you sat at the counter. You couldn’t stop flashing through every moment with Jake, looking for hidden meanings in his actions and replaying his words to search for anything valuable. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself from relishing in the emotional pain. You weren’t sure how much time passed before you tasted metal and realized you had been chewing up your lip in thought. 

This simply wouldn’t work. No more wallowing, you decided. Cleaning up the pans and dishes you had used with a bit more elbow grease than you would typically use you shoved everything back in its typical place. You stopped yourself for a minute as something occurred to you. While you wished it had been an epiphany about moving on or signing up for online dating, you realized that your kitchen organization was completely lacking. Your pots were nowhere near your stove. Your cups weren’t close enough to your sink. Your pantry was a disaster.

Without any hesitation, you started pulling everything out of the cabinets. Before you knew it your counters were covered in plates, glasses, mugs, pans, and a rice cooker. You had just started alphabetizing your spices when you heard a knock on your door. With a loud groan, you ran to the door and swung it open without even looking through the peephole. Standing in the hallway was none other than Jake Virtanen. You stilled your frenzied movements to just stare at him. His eyes were sharp as they studied your face. 

“Can I come in,” you barely heard his words but they somehow woke you up and you opened the door wider before spinning around and racing back into your kitchen. Your heart pounded wildly as you went back to work. Nerves coursed through your veins so you weren’t being productive but rather picking up an item and setting it down in a slightly different place. The sound of Jake’s footsteps followed you and you could feel him hovering.

“Um… (Y/N)?”

“Yes, Jake?”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He paused for a minute to watch you scramble around like a chicken with its head cut off.

“I honestly have no idea.” You huffed and forced your hands to still on the counter top.

“I’m organizing my kitchen.” You forced your face into an expression that could be read as ‘duh’ but given your flushed cheeks and wild eyes, it didn’t seem to translate. 

“Can we talk about what happened last night,” Jake asked. While you hadn’t assumed this was a typical social visit, his question reignited your panic and you resumed your pottering around the kitchen. At first, Jake just seemed bewildered but after a loud clang erupted from two pots you were moving from one side of the counter to the other his eyebrows furrowed into a scowl and he snapped, “(Y/N), do you mind?” 

You threw up your hands and turned to him as he continued, “I want to talk to you and have you actually listen like a normal person instead of doing… whatever it is that you’re doing over there.”

“Talk about what,” you asked, partially trying to buy time and partially trying to seem blase.

“About last night.”

“Nothing happened last night, Jake.”

“I watched you leave with Troy and Emma. You just left, (Y/N).”

“So? You were busy, I wanted to go home.” Without you even realizing it, Jake was taking steps towards you until you glanced up from the floor to find him right in front of you. He reached out his hand to hold your arm. Whether he was trying to comfort you or prevent you from escaping you weren’t sure. The spot where his skin met yours sent tingles down your spine that you forced yourself not to react to.

“When you left, I called Troy,” he said. Now this was news to you. Before you could interject Jake spoke again, “I had been trying to text and call you but you weren’t answering so I finally called Troy. He said you left without me because of that girl.” You tried to pull away but his hand around your arm tightened.

“You were jealous,” Jake said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. You glared at him, you couldn’t believe that he would come to your apartment just to embarrass you about your feelings for him.

“I wasn’t jealous. I have no right to be jealous about what or who you do,” you snapped. He threw his head back and sighed.

“That’s the fucking point, (Y/N). I want you to have the right to be jealous.”

Your heart stopped. Your mind stopped. You looked up at him just to see his eyes boring into yours. 

“What,” you asked hazily.

“You heard me. I want you to have the right to be jealous.”

“B-but what does that mean?”

“It means… I love you, okay? I love you and I want to be with you and I want you to be jealous even though you don’t ever have to be. Because you’re the only one I see in a crowded room. Because every time we go to a wedding I imagine it’s us standing up there in front of our friends and family. Because I can’t fucking stand being away from you. Because you’re the most important person in my life,” he said emphatically, vehemently. 

“You love me?”

“Yeah, (Y/N), I love you,” he said with a smile on his face. This all felt so confusing and so surreal and you wanted to pinch yourself because this couldn’t be real life. In real life, Jake was the one who decided that the two of you were friends with benefits. Jake was the one who didn’t want to take it any further. Jake was the one who talked with girls at bars.

“Since when,” you murmured. Jake’s smile only brightened.

“Since always,” he told you.

“But, Jake, you said you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. You never seemed like you wanted to take us any further, where is this coming from?” At your words, Jake released your arm and rubbed his palm along his face. The tables turned and now he was the one pacing through your kitchen.

“I thought you wanted that. I thought you were going to tell me that it was all a mistake, that you didn’t really like me.” His words made your stomach squeeze and it felt like you had been slapped in the face. As much as you wished you could wrap your arms around him and kiss him madly, telling him that of course you wouldn’t do that. Because he was Jake and you were you and that would never be a mistake. But you knew that if you fell into him now you wouldn’t get clarity, so you pushed on. “Then what have we been doing? If you were so scared, if you really felt that way, why did we keep happening?” 

Jake stopped his pacing and shoved his hands in his pockets. He refused to look at you, trailing his eyes along the mess in your kitchen and the pictures on your fridge before settling on the floor.

“I couldn’t keep myself away from you. I thought that if that was all I could have with you it would still be better than nothing,” his words were quiet but you still heard him. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and you opened your mouth to speak before Jake interrupted you.

“But then I called Troy last night asking where you were, what happened to you… and he said that you liked me too and I needed to snap out of whatever I was doing and man up,” he brought his eyes up to yours, “he said he was sick of me whining about you like a lovesick puppy and that I needed to, quote, go get my girl.”

His eyes read nothing but love and sincerity. You trusted and believed him. You didn’t want to stumble around your feelings anymore so you stepped forward until you were chest to chest.

“I love you too, Jake,” you said drawing your hand up to his neck. His face erupted into a smile, but instead of leaning in to kiss you, he spoke.

“Do you want to do this thing with me?” Your responding laugh was watery but he waited for your response.

“What? Being in love?”

“Well, yes, that’s pretty important. But I meant being in a real relationship. Y’know? Hold hands in public, change our relationship statuses on Facebook, the whole deal.”

“You don’t even use Facebook,” you teased. He groaned dramatically but the smile seemed to be glued to his face.

“You know what I mean,” he said, “do you want to do this thing with me?”

Jake’s eyes sparkled and you bit your lip. You didn’t deign his question with a response, just brought the hand that rested on his neck down so you could capture his lips in a kiss. For a few blissful moments, it was just you and him. You arched your back to press yourself more fully against him as he planted one hand on your hip as the other snaked up your back. As he moved to press scorching hot open-mouthed kisses down your throat he broke the silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You pulled on his hair until his mouth was back against yours and you whispered against his lips an answering yes.

And if Troy Stecher whistled and hooted an “I told you so,” when you and Jake showed up to the next Canucks gathering, hands tightly intertwined… well, would he be wrong?