#josty blurbs

[laurenairay]

Congrats Lauren!! Can I get funny kiss with Josty please thank you I love you 💚

Funny Kiss – Tyson Jost

Words: 730

I really hope you like this silly little blurb Demi! I love you too 💚

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“So this is the famous Domino?”

At the mention of his name, your 6 month old Beagle puppy yapped, darting forward to crash into Tyson’s legs, making you groan.

“I would say he’s usually more polite than this, but he really isn’t,” you mused.

“Nah he’s just got a lot of love to give, don’t you boy?” Tyson grinned.

Domino barked happily as Tyson crouched down to give him some fuss. You almost felt like sighing in relief, if you were being honest. You’d been dating Tyson for only a month, but he’d been desperate to meet your dog, cooing over the photos you’d shown him on previous dates, so you’d suggested a date at the dog park to finally introduce the two of them. You hadn’t been nervous exactly, not with how sweet and easygoing Tyson was, but if Domino didn’t like him then it was an absolute red flag for you.

With the way that Domino had flopped onto his back for belly rubs already though, it didn’t look like you had to worry.

“Shall we get going?” you said, smiling down at the scene in front of you.

“Yeah of course! You have his B-A-L-L with you, right?”

Bless his heart.

“I do,” you confirmed, trying not to laugh at how cute he was, “You can throw it later for him.”

Tyson looked almost as excited as Domino.

The three of you ended up spending nearly three hours at the dog park, walking and talking with interludes to throw the ball for Domino to fetch. It might have been one of the most low-key dates you’d ever been on, but honestly, it was also one of the best.

And Domino was clearly as besotted by Tyson as you were, which was a huge plus.

But eventually, you made it back to your apartment, and you left Domino in the kitchen drinking a large fresh bowl of water before rejoining Tyson on the sofa in the living room.

“Do you take him to the park every day?” Tyson asked, smiling.

“I try to, yeah. This apartment definitely has enough room for him to walk around in, and the shared backyard access is fine for bathroom breaks, but he needs to run around as much as he can so I do my best.”

“Any time you need a dog walker, hit me up. For real, he’s the best,” Tyson grinned.

“You are crazy, but definitely the sweetest,” you laughed, shaking your head.

Tyson just shrugged, still smiling as he raised his hand to cup your face, leaning in to kiss you. But just as Tyson’s lips pressed against yours, a heavy weight crashed into you, breaking the two of you apart.

“Domino, no! Down!”

But your excitable dog didn’t listen, yapping away as he darted between the two of you, licking at your faces, Tyson just cackling with laughter.

“I am so sorry,” you groaned, making an oofing noise as Domino kicked your stomach.

“He just wants all the love huh?” Tyson grinned, ruffling your dog’s ears, earning even more excited barking.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Tyson continued to make baby noises at Domino, your dog just soaking up all the attention, the ridiculous situation settling down into fussing over the happy animal that had pushed its way between you.

“I would promise that this won’t happen again, but I really can’t,” you mused.

“Eh, he’s just a puppy, he’ll get there!” Tyson grinned, shrugging.

This guy really was just sweet all round, wasn’t he?

The two of you indulged your dog for a few more minutes until he calmed down, jumping off the sofa to curl up at your feet with a happy sigh that only a thoroughly spoiled puppy could pull off. Tyson just grinned as he settled back into the sofa, propping his head up with his hand, smiling widely at you.

“At least I’ll have a funny kiss story if anyone ever asks,” he teased.

Oh god.

“You’re the worst and I don’t know why I like you,” you groaned.

Tyson just threw his head back with laughter, leaving you to bat at his chest in protest until he was able to stop.

“Mercy, mercy,” he giggled, clutching at your hands.

“On one condition,” you warned.

“Anything,” he said, smiling.

“Stay for dinner?” you suggested, biting your bottom lip briefly in nerves.

“Done.”

[fallinallincurls]

🫶🏻 also, idk if you’re willing to do this and i understand but if you’d write a blurb w josty of him comforting his partner after losing a dog, id enjoy it bc im putting mine down this week and figuring out ways to cope :,) ily <3

emmie, i'm so sorry & sending so much love your way <3 i hope this makes you feel a little bit better

it's only been a few days, but the pain of losing your dog hasn't gotten any easier to handle. she was your best friend and had always made you smile no matter what. without her, your apartment is quieter and there's a huge gaping hole in your life that can't be filled.

tyson hated seeing you so upset and was there to say goodbye to her before offering his shoulder to cry on while supporting you in any way he possibly could. but one night when he was holding you in his arms as you slept soundly, he had an idea that he hoped would bring a smile to your face and ease some of the sadness about losing your dog.

so after practice today, he told you had had a few errands to run and he'd be home a little after lunch. with that, he got to work. after consulting both kacey, his mom and yours, the plan was set and admittedly, tyson has never been so nervous.

but when he gathered all the bags and headed up to your apartment, his worries disappeared. he knows he could've shown up empty handed and you still would be happy to see him because it lifts a weight off your shoulders. so this was just going to be a perfect surprise.

when he opens the door, he finds you reading on the couch like usual. you offer him a soft smile before getting up to greet him with a kiss. tyson's heart flutters for a moment until he notices the undeniable amount of sorrow in your pretty eyes.

"hi, babe." he murmurs, kissing your forehead which earns him another small smile.

"hi, tys. errands go well?" you ask, but then catch a glimpse of the unusually large amount of bags in his hands. "what in the world did you get?"

"your usual coffee order," he begins, handing you the coffee with a happy glint in his eyes, "everything i need to make your favorite dinner and dessert later, and this." tyson pauses, gently placing the grocery bags on the counter before presenting the white box shaped like a house.

"you went to build-a-bear?" the question is full of laughter and confusion, but tyson just nods in response.

"i did. open it." he encourages you. you meet his gaze and then carefully begin opening the cardboard box. you have no idea what he's up to, but you go along with it anyway out of curiosity and it's obvious that tyson put a lot of thought into this.

inside is a stuffed animal puppy with a heart shaped name tag around its neck that looks almost exactly like your dog. the name tag even has your dog's name on it.

"ohmygod, tys," you whisper, holding the stuffed puppy in your hands so delicately. tears immediately well up in your eyes and you don't waste any time giving him the tightest hug ever. "you didn't have to do this, but thank you so much."

"i'd do anything for you, baby. and i know how hard it's been without her so i thought this might help. but there's something else." he explains, voice thick with emotion as he holds you close and presses a kiss to the top of your head. he squeezes the stuffed puppy just slightly and the familiar bark of your dog fills the room which only makes the tears start to fall. "i asked your mom for a recording of her happy bark as you always called it. so you always have a piece of her."

you can't think of any words that would be enough to properly thank him so you just hug him again, mumbling "i love you's" into his chest. he's the kindest boy you've ever known and the fact that he loves you will forever be your biggest blessing.

[butgilinsky]

3 fluff w tys 💖💓

3. When I find my peace of mind I’m gonna give ya some of my good time - Red Hot Chili Peppers (Soul to Squeeze)

it was a busy week, one where the two of you never seemed to be at the apartment at the same time for too long. with tyson’s hectic schedule and your job crunching numbers at the end of the month, both of you had been scrambling around to get things out together.

it wasn’t easy but the two of you had fallen onto a mutual agreement that you’d stick it out for the next week or so and you’d reassess at the end of all things chaos. it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t fun but the two of you were meant to beat all of the odds.

your shoulders felt heavier than they’d ever been by the time you got home, pushing the door open with your foot as soon as the lock clicked. you were holding your bag in the same hand whose arm was cradling a stack of files. your other was holding your keys now as well as a bag of food that was meant for you and tyson to share but the smell that you walked into led you to believe he beat you to the punch.

you rounded the corner and smiled at him sitting at the kitchen counter with a fork hanging out of his mouth while he typed something on his phone. he looked up at you, scrambling to get out of his chair and on his feet so he could take some of the things you were carrying out of your hands.

absent of the fork they once held, his lips dropped down to yours in a sweet kiss that had you chasing his lips just moments after. he hummed when you held him close to you, struggling to hold onto you with the stack of papers and files he now held onto.

“what was the for?” he asked with a teasing smile by the time you pulled away. his curls flopped a little and fell in front of his forehead, silently telling you he’d been home for hours and had already showered and made himself an entire meal.

“i just miss you.” he heard the exhaustion in your voice, the way that you pushed out a heavy sigh at the same times that your shoulders fell.

“well put all of your stuff down and go change. i don’t have to be up in the morning and if i’m not mistaken, neither do you.” an involuntary moan slipped past your lips at the realization that you’d be able to sleep in the next morning under the arm of your loving and caring boyfriend.

tyson took everything out of your hands and waited for you to disappear and come back in a fresh set of clothes that were far more comfortable than your pant suit. your hair was pushed out of your face that was now free of any makeup you once wore. with tyson standing in the kitchen, you walked up behind him and leaned into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his back. he leaned back into you slightly and rubbed his hand over your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

“baby you’re so tense.” you whimpered slightly which caught his attention and made him spin around, looking down at you with eyes bigger than the moon and a bottom lip forced out into a pout.

“it’s been such a long week.” his hands grabbed your cheeks while his lips pressed into your forehead. you relaxed at the simple touch, basking in the feeling of his curls tickling the top of your head and his fingers rubbing circles onto your temples.

when the microwave alerted that your food was newly heated up, tyson grabbed the plate from the fridge and tugged you into the living room with him. he sat behind you on the couch, legs on either side of you while his thumbs dug into the knots growing in your shoulders. you shouldn’t have felt the weight lifting off your shoulders so easily but you did, visibly relaxing under tyson’s touch.

“you just needed a few good rubs, huh?” you laughed gently at his implication. leave it up to tyson to find the perfect moment for teasing.

“specifically from you. they never work if they’re not from you.” he hummed at that and kissed the back of your head.

“i’m sorry things are hectic and i’m sorry that we’re not in sync right now. i promise that when I find some time and my peace of mind I’m gonna give you all of my good time.” your smile met your eyes as the words tumbled past his lips. you leaned back against his chest and hummed softly at the thought.

“now that sounds like a great time.” the laugh that filled your ears made it impossible for your heart not to soar.

“i love you so much.” you returned the sentiment, contemplating for a moment what you would ever do without him.

[jostystyles]

dedicating every day to you | tj

a/n: wow. emmie writes again? it's a miracle! anyways, here's a short blurb i wrote to ease myself back to writing. i've been listening to hamilton all day and after bugging @comphyjost and @audslovesavs i have produced this. and yes, it's based off of dear theodosia from hamilton <3

warnings: this is a baby fic. mentions of pregnancy and babies. fluff. lots of fluff.

The room was dark and quiet, and the only noises to be heard were soft humming of machines, and the steady beep of a heart monitor. A soft glow flooded the room, leading directly to where Tyson stood. He was hunched over, his hand reaching inside the small bassinet. 

In that bassinet, laid a tiny baby girl. His daughter. 

Violet Laura Jost came into the world only hours ago. And since she did, Tyson’s world has never been, and never will be the same. 

The etch of a small smile was present on her face as she slept soundly, small groans coming from her as she breathed. 

He thought back to before as he held her for the first time, eyes identical to his own looking back up at him and a smile worth fighting for, too. 

As he stood above her, (Y/N) asleep in the bed across the room, his eyes welled with tears. He reached out to touch her cheek, gently so that he didn't wake her up. As he did, he let out a watery laugh and began to whisper. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” He paused, as if he was afraid to wake either (Y/N) or the baby up. When neither stirred, he began again. 

“My dear Violet. What do I even say to you. I’ve waited for this moment for so long. Long before you came, and even long before I met your mom.” 

Tyson glanced up at (Y/N), who was fast asleep after what had probably been the longest day of her life. 

“You’ve got the best mama in the world, little one. And you’re gonna grow up to be just as strong and beautiful as she is.” 

Violet stirred in her sleep, letting out a soft hum as her tiny hands moved to stretch, the soft smile falling back to her face. Tyson couldn’t help but smile himself. 

“Gosh, when you smile I come undone, you know. You’re gonna be a happy baby, eh?” He questioned, even though he knew there would be no response. 

“There’s gonna be so much happiness in your life. You’ve got an amazing grandma and auntie who can’t wait to meet you, V. So many strong women in your life.” He paused for a moment, the fears he’d been aware of before Violet arrived coming for the first time that day. 

“I’m gonna be the best dad I can be to you, V. My daddy wasn’t around. But I swear I’ll be around for you, ok? I’m gonna do my best. Whatever it takes.” 

He felt a tear fall down his cheek. Tyson and (Y/N) were both aware of the misses that might come because of his career. But they were both sure that no matter what, nothing would ever vanquish the love Violet would receive. Tyson knew he was going to make mistakes. Every parent does. But that was not going to stop him from making the world safe and sound for his baby girl.

“I’m gonna give the world to you, Violet. I promise. And I know that everything you do is gonna be amazing. You’re gonna blow us all away, baby Jost.” 

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[barzzal]

untitled blurb

“will i ever gonna see you again?” he asks, the feeling of being the one left behind entirely foreign.

she shrugs with a sigh, “i don’t know. maybe.”

quietly, despite already knowing her answer, there comes a quiver in his lips, trying to muster enough courage to finally ask, “do you really have to go?”

with a catch in his throat whilst her eyes now misty with longing and sorrow, she offers him an apologetic smile.

“i’m sorry.” she says, reaching to caress his cheeks.

slowly, he nods as he helplessly held her hand as close as he possibly can. “it’s alright. i know.”

the final boarding call envelops the place, the noise of the crowd heightens, robbing more of their time.

i need you to be okay.

“i want you to be okay.” she tells him instead, clutching him close to her before she finally lets go.

“you know i will be.”

[comphersjost]

HEAR ME OUT tyson jost... as your ex... fucking u in the bathroom of a party... calling you a brat (his brat?) xoxo

THE LOML ?? BUT MAKE IT DARK??? IM READY (def ooc tys)

send me thoughts and blurb requests here!

“fuck, you feel so good, missed this so much.”

a high pitched whine escapes your throat as tyson’s hips meet your ass with a crude smack echoing in the bathroom.

“shh, shh, shh,” he croons mockingly, “wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would you?”

you gasp and shake your head frantically, reaching up to cover your own mouth with one hand, the other reaching behind you with your fingers splayed out over tyson’s stomach.

the bathroom counter is starting to warm up from where you’re pressed against it, tyson’s hands gripping your hips so tight he left bruises.

“ah ah ah,” he chides, grabbing your wrists and pinning them roughly behind your back. “did i say you could do that?”

“n-ah-no,” you whimper softly, unable to help the moan that escapes you when his cock nudges against your sweet spot.

“oh, right there?” he growls, hips shift back and then forwards again to hit the same spot. he laughs when you keen and arch your back. “fucking brat.”

you whine again, unable to stay quiet on your own, “please, please, let me - i can’t - fuck - i can’t -”

tyson buries his cock to the hilt in your cunt before releasing your wrists. his fingers wind through your hair and yank you up until your back was arched against his chest. the new angle makes you sob, a sneer pulling a tyson’s face when you do.

“little brat can’t do what she’s told, hm? that’s okay, i can keep you quiet, i’ll take care of you.”

his tone is dark, making you shiver, but the underlying promise is obvious.

i’ll take care of you.

the hand in your hair falls to you hip, the other sliding up your sternum to your throat, fingers curling around your neck. you let out a small whine at the pressure, before tyson squeezes and the sound is cut off.

with no warning he resumes his thrusts, the tip of his cock pounding at a spot inside you that was sending you careening towards the edge. you try to tell him, to warn him that you’re almost there, but his hold on your throat makes it so that all you can do is take short gasps of air.

he doesn’t need you to tell him, anyway, tyson knows your body like the back of his hand, sometimes better than you do.

“that’s it, is my little brat gonna come?” he coos, hand snaking around your hip to rub your clit in tight circles. “do you deserve it? brats don’t get to come, do they baby?”

his eyes are piercing yours in the mirror, everything is too much, and you can only hope that your eyes convey to him all the begging you would do if you could afford to be loud.

“fuck,” tyson hisses as you clench around him, just a second away from falling off the edge, “my little fucking brat, hm? you’re lucky i’m feeling so generous, gonna make you cum all over my cock, baby.”

you let out a choked moan and nod frantically, digging your nails into his forearm as your orgasm hits. tyson murmurs filth into your ear as you cum, extending your bliss with ever snap of his hips. low groans and growls leave him as the walls of your cunt tighten impossibly around his cock. he lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the counter with a hand on your back, thrusting one, two, three more times before burying himself as deep as he can and freezing there, rope after rope of his cum filling your spent pussy.

the heat spreading inside you adds to your daze, a blissed out expression on your face. the feeling of tyson’s warm mouth trailing up your spine and over your shoulders makes you smile despite yourself.

he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and affectionately murmurs, “together or not, you’re my little brat.”

[gabelandescrocs]

Kiss Cam Mishaps - Tyson Jost

Summary: You attend one of Tyson's games and an intermission bit sorta exposes your relationship with him.

A/N: I suck at summaries butttt heres a short blurb for the birthday boy! Happy reading xx

The seats were packed in the arena tonight as the Avalanche were going against the Vegas to fight for a spot at the playoffs. The first period was a bit of a stale game as both teams still have yet to take the lead at the scoreboards.

As the final few minutes of the intermission approaches the announcers voice bellows through the area while romantic pop music blasts with him. The players are introduced back on the ice and the jumbotron displays the camera taking a pan of the stands--the fans all waving when they see their face at the big screens.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to celebrate National Couples' Day here at Ball Arena, we're gonna spread some love for a few lucky people tonight with our Kiss Cam! So pucker up buttercup!" the announcer finishes his dialogue as the camera stops at a middle-aged couple sitting together both wearing black and gold jerseys staring up at the screen. The lady notices first and nudges her partner who finally notices and plants a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"Our first couple! Come on man, its a kiss cam! Give her a real one!" the announcer eggs on, the camera still on them waiting for them to kiss. The people around them cheer and claps echo through the place as he kisses her fully on the lips this time. Both of them laughing and gesturing the camera to move on. You smile as you can even hear stick taps from the players down the ice who were watching on as well.

The camera moves onto seats closer to yours near the ice to two young fans that must be around ten and eight. Sitting next to each other they jump up seeing themselves at the big screen with identical smiles on their faces. The siblings point and wave as their mom and dad tell the boy closest to them to kiss his younger brother on the cheek. The crowd cheers again and the camera goes around your area to find their next couple.

You see Tyson take a skate around the ice and the crowd cheers again as the Kiss Cam continues. He looks up and and catches your eye quickly sending you a wink. You blush and shake your head at his smug face seeing your reaction going back to the bench.

Being preoccupied, you don't notice though was the group of friends piling back to their seats next to you and cheering when they see themselves being shown on camera.

"Dude! It's showing you on the Kiss Cam! Look!" one of the guys in the group shoves the guy next to you accidentally making him knock shoulders with you almost spilling his drink. He apologizes profusely and you tell him its fine assuring there was no harm done. The camera zooms in on your little exchange and the crowd cheers. Both of you look up at the jumbotron and it immediately turns awkward for the both of you having to be publicly forced to kiss a random stranger. The guy looks about your age, just a bit taller than you--his eyes shift from you to the beer in his hand unsure of what to do when a faint chant of 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' starts around the crowd before it spreads across the whole arena.

You were frozen in your seat as you send a panicked expression to the guy next to you and then down the ice where Tyson was clearly watching the whole situation transpire. Some of his teammates look at Tyson who was currently had his shoulders squared, jaw tight glaring at the screen above him. You frantically make an 'X' with your arms and shake your head at whichever direction the camera was getting you from afar hoping they just accept the awkward rejection and pick someone else.

"Come on! Its all in good fun you guys!" the announcer chimes in over the crowd. "He's not my boyfriend!" you yell thinking the attempt could be heard over the chanting. You point at the number 17 on the jersey you were wearing and then at Tyson at the ice who was now looking slightly amused by your actions trying to get out of the awkward situation. You and Tyson haven't really made any public announcement of your relationship, so you'd understand if they mistake you for some crazy fangirl who wouldn't kiss a stranger and looked like she was asking a kiss from the athlete instead.

"I'm sorry, miss but you can't kiss Tyson Jost even though we all want to do it," the announcer jokes and laughter echoes through the stands. You cover your face in embarrassment groaning. This is the worst.

Thinking you could just go ahead give the guy next to you a friendly kiss on the cheek to finally get it over with, you hear the crowd cheer again.

You look up and see Tyson skate across the ice and stop in front of you beckoning you to come closer to the glass separating him from the crowd. You look at him confused but walk over feeling even more conscious having a large group of people looking on. Tyson smiles widely at you and kisses his gloved hand and presses it to the glass. You laugh and mimic his actions and the crowd cheers at the cute exchange. He sends you another wink giving you a smirk along the way making youlaugh even more.

You return to your seat and see him give a playful glare at the guy sitting next to you making a 'I'm watching you' gesture before he skates back to the bench, his teammates tapping their sticks on the boards cheering and chirping him while the other players finally take their spots for puck drop.

Well, that was one way to announce your relationship.

The game ends with the Avs being on top, beating Vegas with a 5 - 2 score. Tyson getting two goals and an assist making him one of the stars of the night.

Tyson takes half his gear off in the locker room before Lauren approaches him for a short interview on his game tonight. Answering most of the questions with the basic hockey lingo explaining their plays and tactics on the ice. Pucks on net. Stronger defense. etc.

"Well, I'm going to let you go but one more thing. You seem to make a pretty adorable scene back there during the intermission, care to tell us more on that?"

Tyson chuckles a bit and his hand comes to the back of his neck, "Yeah, uh that was my girlfriend Y/N. I invited her to watch the game, though I guess I picked the wrong night because she almost had to kiss someone that wasn't me," he jokes and Lauren laughs along.

"You two look very cute together, hopefully next time we get a Kiss Cam we get the two of you again!" she says before ending the video and congratulating him again on the game.

[justjosty]

A day at the lake

Request: you can make a blurbs, where you are spending the day with Tyson on the lake and you start flirting and one thing leads to another.

A/N: i accidentally posted the ask with a wrong answer so i’m posting this seperatly, hope you like it anon :)

Walking out of Kelowna International Airport, you let out a sigh of relief when the sun finally hit your skin. The past year at college wasn’t easy due to the pandemic still going on and keeping you from all the fun. Your best friend insisted on you coming to visit her in Kelowna this summer to make up for lost time and have what she referred to as your hot girl summer. She met you in the parking lot of the airport giving you a big hug before dragging you towards her car. Over dinner she enthusiastically explained the plans for the next day: “We’re going on a boat trip with Dante and some of his friends, it will be so much fun!!!”. 

The next morning after breakfast you slipped on your favorite bikini and got ready to spend the day out on the lake. When you got to the boat introductions were made: “Y/N this is Dante, Gabe, Mat and Tyson, guys this is my bestie Y/N”. You knew Dante’s friends were cute but a certain curly haired boy had you captivated when locking eyes with him. Tyson Jost. You had seen him before during the previous summers but never had you spent one on one time with him. That was about to change this afternoon. 

After lounging around on the boat and eating lunch everyone decided it was time to do some wakesurfing. “What do you mean you’ve never wakesurfed before?” Tyson exclaimed looking at you in shock. “I don’t know, I’ve just never had the opportunity, guess you will have to teach me.” you winked. And so Tyson spent the next 2 hours teaching you how to wakesurf, not scared to touch you to ‘make adjustments to your technique’. 

After the lesson you fell into easy conversation with him asking him about his life in Colorado and what it was like moving away from home at such a young age. Also making sure to bring up his training program because you definitely did not remember him having that sixpack last year. In return he would ask you questions about your major, smiling at how passionate you got talking about it. 

By the end of the day there was an undeniable tension between the two of you, the flirting not going unnoticed by your friends. Later that night when you were alone out on the deck he found you and with no one watching you he finally made his move and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands quickly getting lost in his curls as you kissed him back feverishly. Eventually he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom where you would wake up the next morning with your clothes long forgotten on the floor and your naked bodies still tangled in his sheets. 

[brainrattlers]

But What If It Was You?

Again, this is another blurb that hit my brain after recent events surrounding the Avalanche and hockey in general. Probably will work this into my main BOOK I'm writing. It's far too long already and I haven't even gotten to the main point of that story yet! Anyway... here's some Josty feels.

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She sat in horror, staring at the TV screen as MacDonald just fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Having been a hockey fan this long, she'd seen that a few times before, but it never got easier.

In fact, it was now worse that she was friends with players. And dating one.

It wasn't even a week earlier that Nate got hit mid-ice, and had been taken back immediately for concussion protocol. She felt so powerless, absolutely sick to her stomach, until she saw Nate return for the next period. She had texted him immediately, even though she knew she wouldn't hear back from him until after the game was long over.

But this feeling was absolutely worse, trainers from both teams on the ice tending to a not-moving player. Eventually he was placed on a stretcher and taken to the locker room for examinations. There was definitely a heavy feeling to the game. The players felt it too, as things were becoming more and more physical.

Two minutes left in the game, the Panthers were trying to tie it back up after Burky's hat trick. Some dirty hits and plays in front of Kuemper left tempers flared, and it came to a boiling point. Jost ripped a player to the side, his visor being pushed back. A soft punch was landed, but the linesman pulled them apart. She could see Jost saying something to the other player, and it wasn't a playful chirp. There was a coldness in his face she'd never seen.

She saw it one more time that night at the conclusion of the final horn announcing the Avs' win. Rantanen squared off with someone at center ice, and a few other players joined in, including Tyson. She hated seeing him get physical, even though it's part of the game.

The players all separated, the Avs saluted the crowd. There was announcements all over Twitter that MacDonald was up and moving around, coherent and seemingly okay in the locker room - he hadn't been transported to the hospital, a great sign. Three stars were crowned, Burky dropped an F-bomb on television. Needless to say, it was a wild night of hockey.

Regardless, she was struggling with the night's events. While most of her was ecstatic for the hard-earned win, there was a dark corner of her mind absolutely losing it. Not even thinking clearly, she grabbed her phone and texted Tyson.

Can I come over and see you tonight? Or you come here? I'm not in a good place.

She knew he wouldn't be able to respond right away, but it didn't stop her from pacing until her phone buzzed with a notification from him.

It's closer for me to get to you than for you to get to my place. I'll be there in about 15. Are you okay?

No. I mean yes, but... not really. I just need to see you. Door's unlocked, let yourself in.

I'll be there as soon as I can babe, leaving now.

Tyson raced through traffic, concerned. He knew that she was strong, but between the two of them hanging out, and what he'd learned from Nate, she had her fragile moments. He was worried this was one of them. He got to her home, dashed up the front steps and opened the door.

"Babe? Where are ya?"

His eyes found her sitting on the floor against the sofa, knees to her chest, her eyes puffy. Instantly, his heart broke at the sight in front of him. Closing the door quickly behind him, Tyson sat on the floor next to her, not sure if he should give her space or not.

"I'm so sorry to make you come over," she whispered, "I... I needed to see you." The tears started streaking down her face silently.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Tyson instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body onto his lap.

She curled up into him, arms snaking around him and holding tight. A few deep breaths kept the sobs at bay, but she was still having trouble formulating coherent thoughts. He held her just as tight, kissing the top of her head. He felt the tears dampening his shirt. The two sat in relative silence for a few moments.

"What if it had been you?" she squeaked out, somewhat muffled by her face in his shoulder. "What if it had been you, Tyson?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What happened to (sniffle) MacDonald. I don't know what I'd do if it were you instead." Tears were still coming.

"But it wasn't me, babe. I'm right here, I'm fine."

"But what if..."

Tyson stopped her, and pushed her chin up so her eyes would meet his. In all this, it was a normal thing for him to see players get hurt. No one wants to see it, but it's a physical game. It suddenly was clicking just how much she cared for him. It hit different that it wasn't just about him anymore if he got hurt, it affected her too. He sighed.

"It's scary, I realize that. But I'm here right now with you. It's just part of my job. I do what I can to protect myself. And now that I have you, I'll try even harder to stay safe. For you, us." Tyson chuckled. "You know, that day you came in with that bandage on your hand because you grabbed that thing at work wrong and cut it up bad? I was worried then. Or when I think about you on those super tall ladders... I don't like it. But it's part of your job, even if it scares me." He smiled gently, and wiped a random tear from her face with his thumb.

She mimicked the motion, her thumb brushing over the slightly raised red mark still on Tyson's cheek from Aube-Kubel accidentally cross-checking Tyson's face the week prior.

"I'm sorry, I just got really worried all of the sudden... I overreacted," she cringed a little as she apologized. "But... I swear if Nick, or anyone else, does this to your face again... don't get me started."

The two stayed curled up together for quite a while. She told Tyson he didn't have to stay later if he didn't want to, afraid he would be exhausted at practice the next morning. He let her know it had already been canceled as they're playing the day after tomorrow, and that if she was okay with it, he wanted to stay with her to make sure everything was good.

And that is how the first time Tyson stayed the night at her place started. But that's a story for another time.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

Tys is so good with kids like imagine how he’d be with his own

he’d be so nervous at first that he’s gonna mess things up but then once he got the hang of it he’d be the cutest dad ever. 10/10 would want to throw a team barbecue and show up in socks and sandals, cargo shorts, a polo shirt and a dad cap bc he knows it'd make you laugh. “Gotta commit to the look if I'm gonna be a good dad.” he’d say to you and all the guys on the team who chirp him endlessly about his choice of outfit but they all love how content he looks showing off to everyone his baby

forcing you to put him in FaceTime while he’s on the road so he can be there for bedtime and wish his little goodnight, even going so far as to memorizing their favorite book to read them good night 

so many mini Jost jerseys and tiny skates that you have to tell tyson they have to learn to walk before they can skate. he'd settle for wearing one of those harnesses so he can carry his teeny tiny with him wherever he went at family skate oh gosh I love him

[going-full-shmoo]

currently thinking about josty looking like a SNACK in the gif of him on the bench just after taking his helmet off...wishing for post game cuddles w him truly

@haramithot oof Josty makes me feel so many things, I don’t blame you. (Couldn’t find the exact gif but this is one is good)

goddamn him and his beautiful face making all us swoon for days

Tyson Jost is a whole ass boyfriend honestly

he has so much unconditional love to give to everyone in his life, and that of course includes you, his significant other

Even when he was having a bit of a slump on the ice, his mood still remained high, even if he didn’t feel like it on the inside

You were watching the game from your apartment, and every time the camera was on him your heart would beat just a little faster

especially when they showed him on the bench

that face...its irresistible 

you could tell, however, that his usual demeanor was starting to break

and even though he definitely wouldn’t show it, he would need a little extra love tonight

You sent him a text saying that he was welcome at your place for the night, knowing he’d probably need a boost

he’d see it officially in between periods, or once the game was finished

you finished the game (the Avs unfortunately lost, which didn’t help the situation), so you made sure to leave the spot on the bed next to you warm and wide open for him

You laid there on your phone until you heard his keys jingle and the door open

He walked into your room loosening his tie before just pulling it off over his head (tying ties is hard)

Even though you knew he was tired and a little frustrated he still gave you a bright smile that went all the way to his eyes

He undressed and immediately flopped into the bed next to you before you pulled the duvet over you

Without hesitation he latched on to you and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

You laid there on your back, him tiredly on his stomach

“This is the best part of my day” you hear him mumble against your skin as your fingers begin to play with his hair softly

“Mine too” you whispered back, kissing his temple.

You feel him sigh, signalling you that hes content for now, but there was still something eating at him

“You know you always make me so proud. Even on games when you don’t score. Even when you’re in a slump. I always look at the screen and my heart just comes alive every time I see you. I hope you know that even when you don’t believe in yourself, I do believe in you. Always”

You feel him squeeze you closer and start to leave soft little pecks on your neck

“Thank you, baby”

“Plus you look so hot out there its so hard not to just swoon constantly. I’m pretty sure you killed me and all your fans by just releasing the curls, you hottie” you joked

You felt him start to giggle against your chest, and your felt the tension begin to melt off of him

“But I’m your hottie out there on the ice” he looked up at you

“Like i said, always”

You two shared one last goodnight kiss before you leaned over to turn off the lamp next to your bed

He nestled back into the crook of your neck and his breath began to even out

The sound of your heartbeat and the soft touch of you was enough to make him reat better than he had in months

Even the people who give unconditional love need a little loving in return, snd you were more than happy to provide

[laurenairay]

So I'm in a massive writing mood right now, and I'm going to see how much I can get written of the Tyson Jost rewrite of the summer-by-the-lake fic I've been writing on an off since 2020 (lol). I have done a 2/3 rewrite so far but I really want to get it finished!

Mostly because the josty blurb that inspired me to not give up on it got such a good reception lol.

So let me know if you're interested in it, and it might just give me that motivation I need!

[yeet-nhl]

Could u do 53 with either tyson j or tbear?? Pls and thank u

Jostyyyy my boy

-

It had been a long week, but it was nice to finally go out and be able to celebrate your belated birthday with friends. They decided it would be a perfect night to go to a club, have a few drinks and dance. 

You and your friends arrived and immediately ordered a round of shots. As you downed the first one, they all started singing a very off key happy birthday to you. A few people around you clapped as part of your group began flaking off a bit to go dance. You laughed and ordered another drink as you struck up a conversation with one of the girls who had stayed by you. 

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around you saw an absolute cutie looking back at you. 

“Hey, it’s your birthday. It is your birthday right?” He shouted over the music. He gave you a smile in an obvious attempt at flirting. For once you didn’t mind. 

“Well, no. It was a few days ago but I’m celebrating today.” You laughed. 

“Either way, how about I buy you a drink? I’m Tyson by the way.”

You smiled as he waved over the bartender. Now it was truly going to be the best birthday celebration you could have asked for. 

-

Send me some blurb requests!

[blueskrugs]

fuck fuck fuck

[barzzal]

very random thought but imagine helping josty with picking out his outfits🥺

tyson has always been grateful to have his mom choose most of his fits. it was one the things he’s thankful for but he’s got to admit that even if he appreciates her dearly, he knows that shopping for suits and getting it done is a lot of work.

he didn’t want to be a bother, (not that he will ever be), but ever since the two of you dated, laura has kind of passed the responsibility of making sure her son is well dressed onto you; a responsibility that you gladly took with pride every time you accompany tyson on his tailor appointments.

“here, why don’t you try this one?” you say, handing him a gray suit that had a black grid print. you were sure it was going to complement his hair but you still wanted to see it for yourself.

“i told you i don’t look good in prints, y/n.” he whines even when he’s already taking the clothing from you.

“just try it will you?” you give him a nudge, “come on, i bet that would look good with a polo shirt.”

“you sure about this?” he asks, eyeing the suit he was holding quite hesitantly.

“if i wasn’t sure about it then why am i here trying out almost 10 pairs with you?” you question. tyson answers with a defeated sigh as he mutters a “fine.” before he drags himself inside the dressing room.

you walk back to the rack to look more. tyson badly needs a wardrobe change. after all, he’s been talking to you non-stop about it and you know it’s about damn time to do so. seeing tyson in his game day suits is one of the things you admire most about his job. you’re nothing but glad to be the one dressing him.

“what do you think?” your eyes were torn from the maroon blazer you were holding when tyson calls you the moment he comes out the dressing room.

you see him with his eyes still pinned on himself whilst he smoothens some non-existent crease on his newly pressed suit.

you roll your eyes, noticing the cocky grin he’s hiding from underneath. “look at me, tys.”

tyson does what he’s told and even bobs his brows once he met your eyes. “see? i told you you’ll look good in it.” you click your tongue and squint your eyes to tease him. a little something just to humble your man.

“mind giving me a twirl, babe?” you taunt, making him snicker.

tyson gives you a casual twirl escalating into a dramatic one as he says, “GQ, eh?”

he makes a full turn yet again, making everyone in the room shake their heads and chuckle in silence.

[kolsmikaelson]

someone yell at me to write something