#laurent brossoit fanfic

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Be My Forever - Laurent Brossoit

Pairing: Laurent Brossoit x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: lightly inspired by the song Ask You Tonight by Big Time Rush, linked here to give you the vibes <3

I'm gonna tell you tonight Everything you wanna hear And for the rest of my life Plus like a million more years You're the only one I wanna love The only one, this I promise ya If that sounds alright I might just ask you tonight

The way you had met Laurent was always one of those things that made you think. Both of you had just happened to be in the right place at the right time. You were a sports journalist, traveling wherever your station sent you at any given moment. But then your flight had been delayed and then canceled. Your only options of getting to where you needed to go were to sleep on the airport floor or rent a car and drive through the middle of nowhere central California, to Bakersfield. Sometimes you loved covering minor leagues, but at times like this, getting to the middle of nowhere was a huge pain in the ass.

It was late, almost midnight, and you were exhausted. Then Laurent appeared, apparently also from the flight that got canceled. He was coming back from a holiday break with his family during All-Star weekend, and needed to get back to his team. There was one car left at that hour that was ready to go, and he told you to throw your things in the trunk. He didn’t leave room for argument, and you had no idea if you were getting into a car with a serial killer never to be heard from again. Luckily he wasn’t, and that car ride was the best choice you could have ever made.

He liked to say that the universe was looking out for the two of you, putting you where you needed to be. Ever since then, you went through everything together. Sometimes your career took you away for long periods of time, and every year you seemed to be living somewhere different. You had decided early on that the two of you were in it for the long haul, you were there for all of the ups and downs that the sports world decided to throw at you. At the end of this last season, his one year contract had expired and he signed with another team. Which meant you’d be packing up all of your belongings and moving, again.

After ten years together, you knew the drill by now. You knew how to pack your things and in what order, even having a mover on speed dial. A lot of teams gave you assistance with that kind of thing if they could, and you’d always take it. The off season at least gave you a bit of time to rest, and gave you the opportunity to celebrate your ten year anniversary. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, hoping maybe that this would be the year a ring would finally appear on your finger. You always said the ring didn’t matter, because at the end of the day you loved each other and that was all that mattered. That’s what you told yourself anyway, but that didn’t stop everyone and their mom from asking when the two of you were going to get engaged or get married or have a baby. Soon, you’d always say, soon. It had been just the two of you for so long, you almost didn’t know how to adjust to something different.

Half of your apartment was in boxes, getting ready for the move to Chicago. But you’d saved a couple of choice outfits for this night, as he had been dropping some not so subtle hints of having big plans for it. Winnipeg had become kind of home, after being welcomed back to the team with open arms. It was a return to some kind of stability, and you would miss looking out the city lights of Downtown Winnipeg whenever you wanted.

“Are you almost ready to go love?” You heard Laurent yell from the living room area.

“Just a second babe!” You yelled back. You had on your favorite outfit, the one you wore that made him have googly eyes like a teen boy in a cartoon movie. The look that told you he couldn’t wait to rip it off of you later. Complete with the necklace he had gotten you on your first anniversary, and a few other pieces you had that you loved, you were just about ready to go.

The way time stops when I'm with you You fix me up like I'm brand-new Now I'm no longer waiting on forever love

“I’m ready!” You yelled, hearing him turn off the tv and jump off the couch.

Walking out into the living room you saw him turn around and bring his hand up to cover his jaw that was most likely hanging wide open. He studies you, walking towards you slowly. He never failed to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

“You look stunning, as always. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the way you look right now, love.”

“Flattery will only get you so far, sir. Are you going to tell me where you’re taking us?” He took your hand, grabbing his keys off the counter, and not even letting go of your hand so you could walk through the door.

“Nope.”

“Please?” You had a love hate relationship with surprises, and you usually had some idea of what he was planning but not this time. The man was bad at keeping secrets from you, knowing each other inside and out.

“You can try gorgeous, but you will not succeed in getting me to crack.” You watched him pat his pockets before getting on the elevator, he was making sure he didn’t forget something.

“UGH. Fine. You aren’t going to make me wear a blind fold in the car again are you?” He had blind folded you almost every year for a surprise. You hated not having any control over the situation, but he sensed that and took your hand again. Before you stepped into the underground parking garage, he stopped and pulled the eye mask out of his pants pocket.

“Before the car this time? I’m gonna trip and fall!” You even had heels on, which was a rarity, but also made you a higher risk for falling flat on your face.

“I’m not going to let that happen I promise. I’m going to lead you right to the car, and I’ll even buckle your seatbelt for you okay? Safety first pookie.” You tried not to laugh, he was trying to distract you.

“Don’t you pookie me, you’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you too, now please just trust me!” You nodded, letting him place the eye mask on you. You could feel the anxiety boiling in you as he led you to the car. He turned on your couples playlist, the one you started all those years ago when you first started dating. You had just been adding to it over the years, and it was the default on each anniversary or special occasion. The car ride was quiet, only adding to the anticipation you were feeling. You couldn’t sense a direction or any kind of pattern with his driving.

“We’re almost there, just a few more minutes.” He squeezed your hand before you heard him turn on his turn signal.

A few minutes later you felt him put the car into park. Getting out himself, he came around to open your door for you. He helped unbuckle your seatbelt, and guided you out. Once you were standing upright again, he kissed both of your cheeks.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, the anticipation is killing me!”

“I’m going to take off the blindfold now, but close your eyes at first and only open them once I tell you okay?” You nodded, and felt him take it off. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Okay, you can open them now. Happy anniversary my dear.” Once you opened your eyes you couldn’t help but gasp at the scene before you. This year was different.

There was a path lined with candles, illuminating your way inside a large building you recognized as the Manitoba Museum Planetarium. Every couple feet there were dozens of your favorite flowers lining the path as well, taking your breath away. You used to come here when he was first traded to Winnipeg, you’d come together when you had the time and would sit in the planetarium for hours looking at the stars. You used to make up names for them even though you knew they already had them, but it was one of your favorite things that you used to do together. Laurent offers his arm to you and you take it, allowing him to lead you down the path and inside the building.

Once inside, you realized there was no one else in the room besides the two of you and one museum employee. There were more candles inside, wickless thank god or else you would have slapped his arm a little, but it still made the scene beautiful. In the middle of the room there was an arrangement of blankets, pillows, a bucket filled with one of your favorite champagnes, and what looked to be a full take-out spread from your favorite local restaurant.

“Laurent.. You didn’t..Are we the only one’s here?” It wasn’t often that you were rendered speechless, but somehow this man still managed to surprise you every now and then.

“I might have rented out the whole place for the night, just the two of us. I wanted tonight to be special.”

“I know, ten years is a long time.” You smiled.

“And no one is going to pop out from the shadows and yell surprise?” You had to ask.

“No, you’ll see.” He pointed toward the beautiful set up on the floor, and gestured to lead you there. You couldn’t stop looking at him, reminding yourself of the amazing life you created together. You knew how lucky you were, you would never take a single thing you had for granted, especially Laurent. Your mom used to say there was someone out there for everyone, and once you found them you should never let go. You tried taking in more of your surroundings, taking in the moment and feeling grateful to be where you were standing.

Once you sat down, the planetarium lit up above you. You were looking at the night sky in all of its beauty, taking the scene before you in. The museum employee had now disappeared, leaving just the two of you alone. Laurent poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to you. Your eyes returned to Laurent, he was looking at you like you were the one holding up the moon you now saw in the sky.

“A toast, to us. Thank you for loving me the way that you do. I am forever thankful for the bad weather that one night ten years ago.” The sound of your glasses clinking together rang out in the room. He set down his glass, and kissed you.

“What was that for?” You asked. “I just wanted one last kiss before I do this.”

“Laurent, what are you talking about?” This couldn’t be it. Was this it? You’d never tell anyone, but you had dreamed of this moment your whole life. He brought his hand up to his breast pocket, pulling out a little box. You knew exactly what that box had inside it.

I'm gonna tell you tonight Everything you wanna hear And for the rest of my life Plus like a million more years You'rе the only one I wanna love Thе only one, this I promise you If that sounds alright I might just ask you tonight

He shifted his position to that of being on one knee. In shock you brought your hands up to cover your mouth, somehow not ready for the moment you’d thought about for so long.

“Laurent I-” He hadn’t even said anything yet and you couldn’t seem to find any words now.

“My love. I knew the moment that I saw you in that airport ten years ago that you were the one for me. It feels like just yesterday, two strangers caught in a whirlwind of delayed flights and unexpected detours. But that was exactly where we were supposed to be. Little did I know that this chance encounter would lead me to my forever home—you. Everything was going wrong that day, until I met you.”

You could feel tears creeping into your eyes, hearing how much he loves you.

“Through every move, every game, and every new city, you have been my anchor and my rock. I know this life isn’t easy, and it isn’t always the one you wanted. You are my safe space, my unwavering support, and the person I can always count on. Your laughter and warmth light up even the coldest days, and I can honestly say that you make every place we go feel like home. You are everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

He brought up the box and opened it, revealing the ring he had been hiding all along. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be and more. You could tell he had been taking notes over the years, and had added in elements you mentioned so long ago.

“I know I’ve waited way too long to do this, and I will regret it for the rest of my days for not asking you the day we met but I didn’t want you to think I was some crazy person. You inspire me to get out of bed each morning, to accomplish amazing things for you, and the reason I’ll never stop working to be a better person. Every time I look up into the stands and see you, I know you’re there just for me. I have seen your kindness and your strength and the way that you share those qualities with others. I have seen the best and worst parts of you, and I understand with everything I am that you are the most incredible person I have ever known or will know. I promise to be everything you need me to be, I promise to be the home you can always count on. I can’t wait to see what we do in the future. I could kneel here for hours and tell you how much I love you over and over again, but I don’t think it would ever be enough so I’ll ask you this; Would you please do me the great honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man in the world?”

He takes the ring out of the box and holds it up for you to see. Finally the shock begins to wear off, the weight of his heartfelt words sinking in. You knew he loved you but had never fully grasped how much until now.

“YES! Yes!” You couldn’t find any other words to say, but it was enough. He slipped the ring on your finger, admiring his work and you at the same time.

“Now get up here and kiss me you big goon.” You told him.

“My love, goalies are not known for their stellar knees later in life so you might need to help me a little…!” A laugh escaped your lips just a little, causing him to laugh as well. Instead of trying to get up, he switches positions and brings you down into his lap. Placing his hands on either side of your head, he kisses you the way that you had been hoping for all evening. You didn’t want to move from that spot for a very long time, wanting to freeze this exact moment in time for as long as possible.

“How long can we stay here?” You asked, the museum employee did have to go home at some point in time.

“As long as you want. It’s ours for the next several hours, and we are completely alone until I make a call for them to close up…” He raised his eyebrows at you, attempting to drop a hint.

“Sir, we are NOT doing that here!” You tried not to let him see that you were smiling.

“Why not?” His tone tried to sound innocent but it wasn’t working well.

“Because then all of this food is going to get cold, and that would be a crime wouldn’t it?” You definitely were not going to let your favorite food go to waste. He could take you home later and have his way with you, but you were going to torture him for just a little while longer.

“A crime against who?” He asks as he helps you start to unpackage the food.

“Me and my stomach that’s who.” You couldn’t think of a better evening, eating amazing food and being cuddled up next to your favorite person.

“Now we couldn’t have that now could we?”

“Absolutely not. But the quicker you eat, the faster you can take me home and have your way with me…” His eyes lit up at that moment, “But I think I’m going to take my time you know? You made me wait ten years for this..” A groan escaped from him but he was still smiling.

“I know I’ve said it a lot tonight, but I love you. I love you so much.” Laurent rests his forehead against yours as if you could feel everything he was feeling in that moment. There was something about how his actions told you of his love, like getting closer to you was the only way that he could accurately give all of himself to you. He was telling you without telling you, that you were the one. The two of you were in it for the long haul, wherever life would take you.

“I love you too. Happy anniversary my love.”

[whockeywhore]

Assumptions feat. Laurent Brossoit

“You’re really not going?” 

I nodded, keeping my eyes on the half-finished beer in my hands and busied myself with pulling the label off. Layla reached over and set her hand on mine, squeezing hard. 

“Nora, I-” 

“I’m not going, Layla. I’m not moving my whole life across the country for a man who doesn’t-” The words caught in my throat and I searched the crowd for Laurent, finally spotting him up against the bar. He was leaning close to a woman I hadn’t seen before and my stomach knotted as I swallowed hard. “I’m not going.” 

“But you’re his-” 

“His what? His roommate? Booty call? Besides a warm bed to fall into after a long night, what am I really?” She followed my eyes and her grip tightened as she found him, nails digging into the soft center of my palm. I squeezed her back and shook my head. “I’m not going to Winnipeg to be a fallback.” 

“Nora, you know you mean more to him than that.” 

“Do I?” 

I thought of the last few texts he’d sent me promising to come in quietly, the short voicemails explaining that he’d be late coming home from a date with so-and-so, loud music blaring in the background. I had deleted each and every one before slipping into bed, only to wake up with his chest against my back and his arms around me. 

“I thought you were cool with the situation between you two.”

“I am, it’s just... I don’t know.” 

“He thinks you’re going with him.” 

“That’s it! That’s the problem. It’s the assumption that I’ll just follow him anywhere. That he can mess around and have his fun and then come home to me. It’s been driving me insane.” Layla opened her mouth to speak but I couldn’t stop myself. “He hasn’t even asked me.” 

Her eyes widened sharply and she leaned forward, stopping short to glance over my shoulder. I felt the warmth of his hand on my waist before he even touched me and mentally kicked myself for melting as he pulled me to kiss him, scratchy stubble raising goose bumps on my skin. 

“You ready to go home, love?” 

I looked up at him and he slipped his hand under my chin, running his thumb over my bottom lip with a devilish grin. It was such a familiar and intimate gesture that it drove me crazy. The fact that he knew the impact it had on me only made it worse and he dropped close for another kiss, a different intensity behind it this time.

“I’m going to uh- restroom.” 

“Sure. I’ll be out front.” 

I could still taste the gin on his breath and I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand as I wove through the restaurant. Layla caught the bathroom door before I could slam it and slipped in, sitting on the edge of the sink as I dropped my face in my hands. She gave me a long minute to wallow before she cleared her throat. 

“He really hasn’t asked you?” I caught her reflection in the mirror and frowned, shaking my head. “That’s fucked up.” 

“I know.” 

“Do you want to go?” 

Unable to bring myself to admit it, I just nodded and busied myself with washing my hands. 

“But if you do and he doesn’t ask you...” 

“Exactly.” 

“But if you ask him to ask you- why haven’t you asked him to ask you?” 

Asked and unanswered, I crumpled a damp paper towel into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. We both watched it disappear before turning to each other, her brow furrowed as she chewed on her bottom lip. 

“What are you gonna do?” 

I shrugged and reached for the handle, lazy guitar music drifting in as I opened the door. I mulled over an answer as we made our way to the exit where Brass was waiting with the car. 

Go home? Get laid? Fall asleep with my head on his chest like I’d done almost every night for the past few years? Wake up and pack so we could continue in Winnipeg? 

The idea of leaving Edmonton hit me like a cold blast of air and I shivered as I sidled up next to him. He wordlessly slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around me before opening the door to the car, a hand on my lower back as I slid in. I let out a heavy breath in the time it took him to walk around to the other side and mustered a smile as he took his own seat. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Hmm? Nothing.” I scooted closer and fell against his side, uncomfortably at ease in his arms. Could I give this feeling up? Was it worth uprooting for? He squeezed my side and I shook my head, snuggling further into his embrace. “I’m fine. Really.” 

[tippedbykreider]

this year’s love | l. brossoit

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Mentions of alcohol Author’s Note: I know it’s a bit early for New Year’s Eve vibes but I miss this dude. Repost from my old blog. Laurent Brossoit x Reader Insert

Midnight. New Year’s Eve. A kiss.

It all seems a little too right and nothing at all like the raging anxiety that swirls in your chest like a building hurricane. The man whose arms you’re in is perfect, always has been in fact and yet there’s something. Something that always has you stuttering and stumbling just short of the finish line.

Laurent is looking at you like he wants to speak, like he has a million things he wants to say, but the words bubble on his tongue like the glasses of champagne you’re both being handed before they sink back down his throat and fizz in his chest. You want him to speak, want him to say something, anything, first because maybe then you’d know what to do with the butterflies in your stomach and maybe you’d understand just what this is between you.  He doesn’t though, instead he looks at you with a softness in his eyes that you swear wasn’t there before but otherwise his expression is unreadable.

Laurent knows what this is though. You’re his friend, yes, but you’re also the only person he wanted to come with him to this party at Wheeler’s house and the only person he’s thought about kissing at midnight, the only person he’s thought about kissing, period. You’re the person he calls every single day and the first person he wants to see when he gets home from a stint on the road. You’re the person who makes him feel on top of the world with every win and the person who soothes away the disappointment of a loss. You’re his person and while he’s sure that deep down you know it too, he knows that he needs to find a way to really tell you that because when you look at him like the way you are right now, with the kind of love in your eyes that crosses the line of strict friendship but laced with uncertainty and hesitance, he’s not sure he can survive another year, hell even another second, without you knowing how he truly feels.

He’s watched as you’ve put the pieces of your broken heart back together so many times, watched as you opened yourself back up to the idea of love only to be disappointed time and time again and he’s watched it all melt away whenever he wraps his arms around you. He knows that this is right and he knows that you’re waiting on him because the fear of taking that leap first is too much for you. He knows this and so, after swallowing down the hesitance that flashes like lightning, he speaks low and quiet and against the shell of your ear.

“Made any New Year’s resolutions?”

You pull back a shade, far enough away to get your eyes on his and you sip your champagne to buy yourself enough time to formulate an answer to his question. It’s a loaded one, you know it is by the way his eyes are keenly searching your face and while it’s an easy enough question in itself, it’s not one that you’re sure you can answer honestly. You had made resolutions. You’d resolved to be brave and to go after what you really wanted, but with him standing right in front of you, with one of his large hands resting surely on your hip and the way his eyes look like the colour of thunderclouds in the low light of the room, your heart has taken to hammering in your chest while your brain short circuits.

It’s at that moment that Laurent decides to take back the floor and it begins with his hand moving from where it feels like it’s burning through the fabric of your dress at your hip to cup your jaw with a gentleness that you’d come to expect from him but still manages to knock you back a bit each time all the same.

“You wanna know what my resolution is?” he asks softly while his thumb brushes lightly across your cheek, the nod you give him small but enough for him to speak again, voice low and soft, “to not let the fear of striking out keep me from playing the game.”

“What, are you into baseball now or something?” you murmur, your eyes darting away from his as you hear everything he’s saying and everything that he isn’t.

“I’m into a lot of things.”

He places the lightest of pressures against your cheek to get your focus back onto him, a wordless encouragement that you can’t help but comply with despite yourself and despite the knot of nerves that twists in your throat and strangles the words you know you need to say.

“Like baseball,” you manage as your eyes search his features.

“Yeah,” he breathes, his face inching towards yours. “And you.”

His lips brush across yours lightly and while you’d kissed him not even five minutes ago as the clock struck midnight, it felt nothing like it does right now with his lips pressing against your mouth more insistently and his hand snaking to cup the back of your head. It’s sure and it’s soft and it’s everything that you both want and need from him, and it’s that want and need that has you blooming for him like a flower, your mouth granting the gentle request from his tongue for more. It’s so easy now, to give him more, because you know that this is good and it’s right and because it’s Laurent, the man who knows you better than anyone else, the man you’ve allowed to know you better than anyone else.

You’re not sure at what point you put your champagne flute down but you know you must have because your hands are gripping lightly at the fabric of his shirt as you pour yourself into the kiss, filling him up in the same way that sand fills an hourglass. You feel him everywhere but it’s right where you want to be and you’re right where he’s dreamed of you being for so long, and while it’s new and it’s scary and everything has changed, it’s only what you both know to be true between you.

It’s been years in the making and it’s been there for longer than you’d both admit but this year? This year is for love.

Heaven knows it’s high time.

[drabblemesilly]

Laurent Brossoit #1

Requested by Anon:  hi there! You have such a lovely blog c: I was hoping you could write a laurent brossoit imagine where reader just moved in to an apartment beside laurent and he flirts with them which gets reader all flustered, just something really cute and fluffy. Thank you!

*Hiii!! I love Laurent Brossoit, omg, I was so happy to write this one. Also have you seen his vacation videos? Woah, I stan one (1) goalie. Thanks for this and enjoy!*

Word count: 899

If your realtor told you that you were gonna end up with a neighbor that looks like a 15th century marble sculpture, you would have moved in three months ago. As it is, said neighbor is busily watching you carry your two-seater lounge chair from the elevator, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Here,” he offered, pushing himself off the wall and sauntering over to where you are still grunting from exhaustion and embarrassment, “let me help you,” he smirked, his abs clenching.

Not that you’re checking him out but who lounges outside their apartment sweaty and shirtless at two in the afternoon anyway?

Laurent Brossoit, apparently. You’re not even sure if that’s really his name because when he introduced himself a couple of minutes ago, you were too busy ogling his pecs to even think about listening to what he was saying.

Good Lord this guy is a blessing from the heavens. Truly.

Taking the chair from you like it weighed next to nothing, he carried it over to the entrance of your apartment, giving you an easy wink as he watched you follow him.

“What’s a pretty girl like you carrying this by yourself anyway?”

“Huh?” you blinked.

Yes, it’s true. This is the classic case of sounding and pretending like you’re a sophisticated, liberated, confident woman in your head but are actually a fumbling virgin in real life.

You could already feel the blush coming in and it’s not from carrying the couch.

“Uhmm,” you smiled, or at least tried to. You’re sure you look like a constipated child with the way your face muscles feel right now, “the delivery guys,” you gestured towards the elevator, “I didn’t want to tip them.”

Didn’t want to tip the delivery guys?

Honey, there weren’t even delivery guys!

You bought the couch and transported it in the back of the truck you borrowed from your friend. You already spent almost an hour just getting it from the truck to the elevator.

What is wrong with you?

Why would you say that there were delivery guys?

Why would you say that you didn’t want to tip them? You always tip them.

Right?

Now he thinks you’re just a scrooge.

He chuckled, “lucky for you, I’m not asking for a tip,” he grinned, pushing the chair inside your apartment. He leaned against your door, one arm above his head, and watched you gulp like a fish out of water.

Why does he have to look so good?

“Thanks,” you croaked.

Laurent shrugged, his eyes dancing with mirth, “I’m gonna ask you for something else instead.”

“Okay,” you coughed, slightly nervous.

“How about,” he pushed off of the door, standing fully. You had to look up to him because he’s just so massive and, to be honest, you have to remind yourself to keep looking at his face and not at how his jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Why are you being punished like this?

Gosh, there’s even a drop of sweat trailing down the side of his neck.

Laurent cleared his throat, which caused you to bring your eyes back to his.

“I was not checking you out,” you blurted.

Crap.

He snorted, “I didn’t say you were,” he dragged a hand over his 5 o’clock shadow, “so, as I was saying,” he pointed out, “you don’t have to tip me but you can let me cook you dinner one of these days.”

“I’m a vegetarian,” you said.

Oh. My. Gosh. You’re THIS close to punching yourself. Why can’t you just act normal in front of hot guys with nice shoulders and gorgeous eyes?

When did you even become a vegetarian? You just ate an all-beef burger an hour ago.

“That’s cool,” he nodded, “vegetables rock,” he smiled, “very nutritious.”

“I mean,” you clarified, “I’m not vegetarian,” you groaned, “I don’t know why I said that,” you started fanning yourself. Is it hot in here?

He looked around before giving you another mischievous smile, “we can do meat too, I cook a mean steak.”

“I like meat.”

Yup, it’s official: you are not allowed to open your mouth when a hot guy is within your 2-mile radius.

“Good to know,” he winked, “so, yeah? Dinner at my place whenever we’re both free?”

You nodded, because honestly, what else can you say? You can’t really ask him where he lived because his door is literally in front of yours and there are only two apartment units in this floor.

“Great,” he beamed, his smile a little crooked and his eyes twinkling.

“You’re great,” you answered, sounding a little breathless, “I mean,” you sighed, “it’s great. That’s great.”

He gave another low chuckle, clearly enjoying this exchange, “cool,” he backed up, pointing towards his apartment, “I have to go shower, work and stuff in a few.”

You’d love to join him if he could just ask.

“Oh, yeah,” you said instead, “take care.”

“You too,” he answered, looking back before turning to enter his house, “I’ll see you around.”

“Not when I see you first,” you sounded like a squeaky mouse. ALSO who says that, stalker?

At least it earned a laugh from him.

With a final wave, you slammed your door shut, his laugh filtering through your door.

That was a disaster. 100 and one percent the worst. You are now officially not allowed to talk to men.

[celestianstars]

laurent brossoit anon here, so for me tyler seguin was sooo fine but then the more i kept seeing of him i was like damn he isn’t actually that™️ fine

Tyler is hot but Laurent over here got me like deeply like 💦💦💦💦

@crushed-pink-petals @fumbling-fanfics lordddd

[oscarklefbon]

oilers for the team thing!

wowow I was not expecting an ask so thank you

1.  Connor mcdavo is my favourite2.  i like the most when it comes to the appearance: laurent brossoit3.  i would play a prank on: nuge bc he hasn't smiled in fifty years 4.  i would get drunk with: mcdavo 5.  i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding: draisaitl 6.  i could just cuddle all day long: klefbom 7.  i would ask for an advice if i had problems: talbot bc he seems wise8.  i would bake cookies for: nuge, bc again he needs happiness in his life9.  i would read a fanfic about: klefbom10. i would write a fanfic about: mcdavo tbh11. i would prefer to play in another team: uuuhhh none, they're too good

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Winnipeg Jets Masterlist

*smut

+ fluff

x - angst

Laurent Brossoit

Be My Forever +

[whockeywhore]

Assumptions 3

My phone chimed with another email from Laurent, Jessa looking over at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“Someone’s popular today.” 

“It’s- Laurent keeps sending me apartments to look at.” 

“That’s exciting!” Her smile faltered as I shook my head and she took a sip from her mug. “He still hasn’t asked you?” 

“Is there any more of that coffee?”

“Are you changing the subject?” We caught each other in a stand off, locking eyes for a long minute before she broke, nodding towards the break room. I felt her watching me as I stood up, taking an inordinately long time to make my coffee before returning to my seat. “Anything else you wanna talk about?” 

“Nope.” 

“Good. Let me see what he’s sent you.” I shook my head again and she scowled, opening her own laptop and typing furiously. She cracked a grin and pumped her fist in the air after a minute. “You’ve gotta change your password sometime, Nor. And stop using the same one for everything.” 

“Jessa-” 

She held up a hand to stop me and slipped on her glasses, leaning forward to study pictures. I could see them reflecting in her lenses and sat back as she scrolled. 

“Nora, these are houses.” 

“In Winnipeg.” 

“No, seriously... these are like, settle down houses.” 

“What?” I opened my email and clicked the first link, noting and ignoring how Laurent had signed his email. 

Nor, 

Any of these work for you? The third one is my favorite. 

Love you,

LB

I scrolled through the photos and sank further in my chair, taking in the beautiful homes he’d selected. Jessa slammed her hands on her desk and looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Have you seen the third one? The house with the green door?” 

“Not yet. Is it bad?” 

“It’s incredible.” She lifted her laptop and came around to my side of the desk, squatting down next to me to share the view. “Look at the master suite! That bathtub- Nora, look at that bathtub!” 

“It’s great, Jess.” 

“Do you know what this means?” 

“That I can get a bath?”

“No!” She swatted at my arm and I winced. “Nor, these are settle down houses. I mean, look at this. Look at the neighborhood- it’s gated- the backyard, the pergola, the string lights! This isn’t something you look at when you’re looking for a roommate. This is like, a home.” 

“Jessa, I-” 

“Shut up and listen to me. He’s looking at these with you in mind, you two as a couple.” 

“But we’re not a couple!” 

“You are!” 

“We’re not!” 

She slammed her laptop closed and stood, crossing her arms over her chest. “Then what are you, Nora? What do you call a man who is absolutely crazy about you, looking for a home for the two of you to start a new chapter of your lives together?” 

“I dunno Jess, what do you call the girl he spent the night with last weekend? What do you call it when he sneaks in at two in the morning with lipstick on his neck? What’s that called, Jessa?” 

She fell silent as I pushed past her, emptying my coffee cup in the sink and busying myself with brewing a new pot. The steady drip and hum of the coffee maker filled the room until she slipped in, clearing her throat. 

“Slut?” She offered quietly. I shook my head and she repeated it. “A slut, maybe? Would that help?” 

“It’s not her.” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“Jess, tell me you wouldn’t.” 

She pursed her lips and pondered a minute before nodding, twisting the wedding band on her finger. “So he’s the slut?” 

I sat back against the counter and shrugged, chewing on the inside of my lip. The phone rang on my desk and we both waited for it to stop, Jessa dropping onto a bar stool and leaned forward. 

“Can I ask you something?” She didn’t wait for an answer to continue. “Do you want to go with him? And like, solidify your... whatever you have?” 

I nodded slowly and she pressed on. 

“So why haven’t you?” 

“I don’t want him to say yes because he feels like he has to. I don’t want to give him an ultimatum.” 

“Would you be?” 

“Essentially, yeah. I don’t want to go to Winnipeg for something that I can’t stand on, you know? I don’t want to uproot for benefits.” 

“He’s more than that though, isn’t he?”

“Of course he is! It’s just such a blurred line right now and I...” 

“You want more.” I nodded and she cleared her throat. “I think you need to talk to him, Nora. If anything to know how he feels. You never know, he may be thinking the same thing. Look at what he’s been sending you, the houses he’s looking at. He’s asked for your input on every single one.” 

The phone rang again and she moved to answer it, leaving me alone with my thoughts for a moment. I heard her mumble something before she called my name. 

“Hmm?” I poked my head out of the break room and found her holding the phone in my direction. “Who is it?” 

“It’s Brass.” 

[whockeywhore]

Dunner, Dougie, Brass, Barberio, or Kempe update tonight?

Can’t decide

[whockeywhore]

OFFICIAL PART ONE COMING TODAY!!!

Assumptions feat. Laurent Brossoit

“You’re really not going?” 

I nodded, keeping my eyes on the half-finished beer in my hands and busied myself with pulling the label off. Layla reached over and set her hand on mine, squeezing hard. 

“Nora, I-” 

“I’m not going, Layla. I’m not moving my whole life across the country for a man who doesn’t-” The words caught in my throat and I searched the crowd for Laurent, finally spotting him up against the bar. He was leaning close to a woman I hadn’t seen before and my stomach knotted as I swallowed hard. “I’m not going.” 

“But you’re his-” 

“His what? His roommate? Booty call? Besides a warm bed to fall into after a long night, what am I really?” She followed my eyes and her grip tightened as she found him, nails digging into the soft center of my palm. I squeezed her back and shook my head. “I’m not going to Winnipeg to be a fallback.” 

“Nora, you know you mean more to him than that.” 

“Do I?” 

I thought of the last few texts he’d sent me promising to come in quietly, the short voicemails explaining that he’d be late coming home from a date with so-and-so, loud music blaring in the background. I had deleted each and every one before slipping into bed, only to wake up with his chest against my back and his arms around me. 

“I thought you were cool with the situation between you two.”

“I am, it’s just… I don’t know.” 

“He thinks you’re going with him.” 

“That’s it! That’s the problem. It’s the assumption that I’ll just follow him anywhere. That he can mess around and have his fun and then come home to me. It’s been driving me insane.” Layla opened her mouth to speak but I couldn’t stop myself. “He hasn’t even asked me.” 

Her eyes widened sharply and she leaned forward, stopping short to glance over my shoulder. I felt the warmth of his hand on my waist before he even touched me and mentally kicked myself for melting as he pulled me to kiss him, scratchy stubble raising goose bumps on my skin. 

“You ready to go home, love?” 

I looked up at him and he slipped his hand under my chin, running his thumb over my bottom lip with a devilish grin. It was such a familiar and intimate gesture that it drove me crazy. The fact that he knew the impact it had on me only made it worse and he dropped close for another kiss, a different intensity behind it this time.

“I’m going to uh- restroom.” 

“Sure. I’ll be out front.” 

I could still taste the gin on his breath and I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand as I wove through the restaurant. Layla caught the bathroom door before I could slam it and slipped in, sitting on the edge of the sink as I dropped my face in my hands. She gave me a long minute to wallow before she cleared her throat. 

“He really hasn’t asked you?” I caught her reflection in the mirror and frowned, shaking my head. “That’s fucked up.” 

“I know.” 

“Do you want to go?” 

Unable to bring myself to admit it, I just nodded and busied myself with washing my hands. 

“But if you do and he doesn’t ask you…” 

“Exactly.” 

“But if you ask him to ask you- why haven’t you asked him to ask you?” 

Asked and unanswered, I crumpled a damp paper towel into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. We both watched it disappear before turning to each other, her brow furrowed as she chewed on her bottom lip. 

“What are you gonna do?” 

I shrugged and reached for the handle, lazy guitar music drifting in as I opened the door. I mulled over an answer as we made our way to the exit where Brass was waiting with the car. 

Go home? Get laid? Fall asleep with my head on his chest like I’d done almost every night for the past few years? Wake up and pack so we could continue in Winnipeg? 

The idea of leaving Edmonton hit me like a cold blast of air and I shivered as I sidled up next to him. He wordlessly slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around me before opening the door to the car, a hand on my lower back as I slid in. I let out a heavy breath in the time it took him to walk around to the other side and mustered a smile as he took his own seat. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Hmm? Nothing.” I scooted closer and fell against his side, uncomfortably at ease in his arms. Could I give this feeling up? Was it worth uprooting for? He squeezed my side and I shook my head, snuggling further into his embrace. “I’m fine. Really.” 

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This is fantastic.

this year’s love | l. brossoit

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Mentions of alcohol Author’s Note: I know it’s a bit early for New Year’s Eve vibes but I miss this dude. Repost from my old blog. Laurent Brossoit x Reader Insert

Midnight. New Year’s Eve. A kiss.

It all seems a little too right and nothing at all like the raging anxiety that swirls in your chest like a building hurricane. The man whose arms you’re in is perfect, always has been in fact and yet there’s something. Something that always has you stuttering and stumbling just short of the finish line.

Laurent is looking at you like he wants to speak, like he has a million things he wants to say, but the words bubble on his tongue like the glasses of champagne you’re both being handed before they sink back down his throat and fizz in his chest. You want him to speak, want him to say something, anything, first because maybe then you’d know what to do with the butterflies in your stomach and maybe you’d understand just what this is between you.  He doesn’t though, instead he looks at you with a softness in his eyes that you swear wasn’t there before but otherwise his expression is unreadable.

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