#matthew poitras imagine | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ilyasorokinn · 10 days ago

Note

not sure if you write for him, but in light of matthew poitras scoring his first and second nhl goals tonight, could you write a fluffy piece about y/n watching him score both goals from the stands and just throwing herself at him outside the locker room after the game? like straight up comes running down the hall smiling her ass off and jumps onto him like CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! and even after he puts her down she can’t shut up about it, and she’s all giddy for him 😂 then, maybe her rambling about how proud of him she is on the drive home and he can’t stop laughing/smiling because he thinks it’s both adorable and absolutely hilarious at the same time lol

i’ve been on my matty shit since the second i laid eyes on that man (he’s SO FINE) but he’s still not very known and there’s nothinggggg on tumblr for him, so it would mean the world to have this req written!! thank you in advance! 🫶🏼✨

FIRST STAR OF THE GAME

yoooo... this was sent in a while ago, like almost a year ago lol n e ways, lets ignore that because matthew is so slaytastic (and still very underrated)! also, requests are open!

you checked your outfit one last time in the mirror, making sure everything look good, "you look so amazing, stop worrying." your friend laughed as she watched you from the bed.

you and her had decided to follow the team for the first road trip of the season. the bruins had won the first two games, so you were anxious for the last one.

"i can't help it." you sighed, tussling your hair again, "i'm just nervous." you sighed.

"i know, but regardless of what happens, we're gonna have a blast." she reminded you, getting off the bed and slipping her jacket on.

"you're right." you sighed.

"i know i am." she joked, "now, please, let's get going." she grabbed her jacket and practically pushed you out the door.

once at the arena, you grabbed a drink and some chicken tenders before making your way down to your seats, "sporting even chicken tenders just hit different." you smiled at her joke as you dipped your own chicken tender in some sauce.

the entire game, you were nervous. your body was filled with nerves as the third period started, and the score was still 0-0. you sank back in your seat when mactavish scored the first goal for the ducks.

but, things started to turn around. with a little more than 13 minutes left on the clock, you watched the puck dance around the ice before it was passed from geekie over to matthew.

he took his shot, and shot for the left side of the goal, and a roar came from the crowd. your friend beat you to it, and jumped up, sharking your shoulders as you watched matthew be embraced by his teammates.

"he did it?!" your eyesbrows shot up as you jumped up, hugging your friend, feeling tears come to your eyes. you cheered with everyone else as you watched him skate along the bench and get his high fives.

a few minutes after his first goal, you were back on your feet when matthew scored a second goal, and that time, you full-on cried, earnings a few stares from the people around you, but you couldn't care less.

the buzzer rang at the end of the game, and you sat in your seat, taking everything in. sure, you weren't at home, but this game wouldn't be one you would forget.

"...and for your first star of the night, from the boston bruins, matthew poitras!" your friend whipped out her phone, having a feeling your beloved number 51 would be the first star of the game, and managing to get your reaction.

you waited around in your seats for matthew. you barely knew your way around td, so you decided that matthew would meat you at your seats after the game.

when you saw him coming up the steps, you jumped up and practically jumped into his arms. he caught you with a chuckle, falling back a few steps, but catching himself.

"i'm so proud of you." you whispered into his ear, pulling away and holding his face in your hands, "2 goals!" you jumped.

"i know." the look on his face was one you couldn't put into words.

back at the hotel, you and matthew were in his room. you were sitting on the bed while he showered and changed.

when he came out of the bathroom, you couldn’t help but smile, “i’m so proud of you.” you beamed, pulling him in and hugging him.

“you being here means so much to me.” he kissed your head.

“i’m happy to have been by your side for this.” you nudged his side, “tonight was so awesome, your goals aside…” you continued on.

matthew watched you the entire time, watching your eyes light up as you spoke and explained every detail from the game.

“i’m glad you had so much fun.” he laughed, before letting out a yawn.

“i’m losing you, poitras.” you teased.

“no, no, keep going.” he shook his head.

you playfully rolled your eyes, but continued talking. somewhere between you talking about the guy sitting next to you chugging a beer, and a person a few rows behind you offering to take your friend out on a date, matthew fell asleep.

you looked over at him, and couldn’t help but smile when you saw him sleeping peacefully, “next time, just tell me to stop talking.” you joked, kissing his forehead.

you caressed his cheek before reaching over and turning the light off, “i’m so proud of you, matty.”

requests are open!!

30 notes · View notes

happilysmythe · 9 months ago

Text

❥ 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙

matt poitras.

word count: 2.7k

no warnings

“i was enchanted to meet you” — taylor swift

A/N: as anonymously requested—a cutesy little fluff of matt poitras with a college student. hope you like it, nonny, and everyone else too! feel free to send in requests—they’re open!

- - -

It was a beautiful spring day—birds chirping, flowers blooming, rays beaming through the thin, white clouds—the perfect type of day to spend in a warm café, taking in the sunlight and getting some long-awaited school work done.

Matt was planning to do just that as he stood in the on-campus coffee shop, bookbag slung over his shoulder as he waited in line for a latte. It seemed as though he wasn’t the only one with that idea, as the lengthy line extended through the front, almost reaching the doors. He didn’t mind, however, as he had nothing but time to spend.

But the same couldn’t be said for the girl who nearly barreled in, turning heads as the bell atop the door she ran through rang loudly. Upon seeing the number of folks tightly packed inside as they waited to order, she let out a deep sigh of frustration. This caught Matt’s attention, and as the others turned away, he lifted his arm, hoping to catch her attention.

Oh, and that girl? That was you.

“Hey!” he shouted, waving a hand in the air and motioning you over.

You looked around for a moment. You were confused, after all—a man you didn’t know waving you down in the middle of a café? Maybe not the weirdest thing that’s happened to you, but you surely didn’t have an explanation for it. Luckily for him, you weren’t particularly shy, so you decided to head in his direction and see what all the fuss was about.

“Good to see you again,” the unfamiliar boy smiled at you. He gestured a hand, urging you to stand closer.

“I’m sorry, I—do I know you?”

“No, no,” he finally lowered his voice once the people around you had settled back in, returning to their own business. “I just—well, I saw you come in and you looked like you were in a rush so I called you over. I guess it was sort of a stretch to pretend to know you, but whatever. You can stand with me if you’d like.”

“Really, are—are you sure? You don’t have to do that. Honest. I can always find another place.”

“Please, you and I both know that there’s nothing else even close to here and from what I’ve gathered, you wouldn’t have the time to go anywhere else, anyway.” His tone was soft, genuine. He was cute, too—you wouldn’t deny that. And besides, what’s the harm in meeting someone new? Hell, maybe you’d gain a friend through it.

“Alright, then,” you smiled back. “Thank you, uh—”

“—Matt,” he interrupted, discreetly holding his hand out for you to shake.

You took it gently and subtly shook it, telling him your name with a warm smile. Thankfully, he was one of the next in line when you hopped in with him, so you were able to order within a few minutes. He allowed you to go first—he was nice like that, you’d gathered—and even stood with you while you waited.

“I’ve gotta put my stuff down,” he noted, turning to you, “and it’ll probably be a few minutes until they finish.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You wanna come sit with me until then?”

“Sure,” you smiled, deciding that there wouldn’t be any trouble in doing so. For someone who you’d only met around ten minutes prior he was being kind. It was probably just how he was wired, you guessed, but either way, it made you feel good, and you knew that you liked his company.

He managed to find an empty seat in all of the chaos. He was quick to set his things down, occupying the seat for himself, then pull out his laptop, followed by a notebook and a few pens. You took the seat across from him, silently watching as he set up the station he’d likely spend the next few hours doing whatever work he was going to do. You even attempted to guess what class it was for, but your thoughts were thwarted by the sound of your name being called.

You stood up and walked to the pick-up counter, grabbing your drink and unwrapping a straw. The ice in the plastic cup swirled around as you poked the straw through the lid. The process took enough time that Matt’s drink was placed next to you just as you were about to walk away. In a sudden act of kindness, you grabbed it for him and took it back over. He was sat fumbling around with his computer’s charger, and you figured that he was so focused he didn’t even hear his name get called.

“Hey,” you piped up. Your voice broke his trance and his head whipped up.

“Oh!” he laughed, extending his hand out and taking the latte from your hand. “I didn’t even hear my name. God, I was so focused on the,” he gasped as the power block fell off the table, “—the charger…”

“Damn,” you giggled, momentarily placing your drink down to pick up the block for him, “must be working against you today, no?”

“I guess,” he matched your tone.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I really have to get going,” you picked your coffee back up, “but it was lovely to meet you. I hope I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, “for sure.”

“Thanks again for letting me hop in line with you. I owe you one.”

“Any time,” he smiled.

You waved gently before turning on your heel and making way for the door. “Good luck with the charger!” you looked over your shoulder and shouted. You could faintly make out his laughter through the crowd’s noise and grinned to yourself as you walked out the door, heading to class knowing that you’d arrive on time because of him.

- - -

A few days later, Matt sat at a small, round table in a study area located in the school’s hallways. Headphones tight to the sides of his head, he lightly scribbled some words into his notebook, eyes flitting back and forth between his laptop’s screen and the page on the table in front of him. He was so focused that he flinched when he noticed a body plop down in the seat across from him.

“Oh—oh jeez,” he stuttered, lifting the headset from his head and placing it next to him. “Hey,” his smile lit up the space, “what’re you doin’ here?”

“Well, Matt, I go to school here,” you joked with a laugh.

He matched your laugh—it was quite adorable, now that you could hear it—and gently shut the lid of his computer. Upon closing it, he noticed the familiar logo of the campus café plastered on a plastic cup. “What’d you get?” he gestured to the cup, tidying up the space in front of him.

“Oh, that’s not for me,” you shook your head. “It’s for you.” You pushed it toward him and his head tilted with confusion. You giggled at it, knowing that your lack of explanation was the cause. “It’s what you got the other day. I don’t know if it’s your usual, like that type of deal, but…I told you I owed you one. So here,” you pushed it even closer, “enjoy your semi-fresh latte.”

“Oh, wow,” he smiled and reached for the cup. “Thanks. You really didn’t have to do that,” he took a sip.

“Just returning the favor.”

Since you didn’t have class soon, you asked him if it was okay to keep him company while he worked. Of course, he welcomed your presence; though he had yet to voice it, he’d been harboring a little bit of a crush on the awfully pretty girl from the café. His buddies—who were mostly his teammates—had definitely heard their fair share about you, but you didn’t need to know that.

The pair of you finally got to know each other, as the short and sweet interaction you had just days ago only made time for limited-to-name introductions. You found out that he played hockey—you liked that, as you’d always been a pretty big hockey buff because of your dad’s influence on you as a kid. Better yet, he was a center and a good one at that. It didn’t often come that hockey players, especially at your university, were particularly nice guys. But you could tell that Matt was the difference—his actions when you first met spoke louder than any words could manage—and he had this way about him when he looked at you, that extended his warmth to you. You liked that a lot.

Unfortunately for you, it was Matt’s turn to bail on the conversation. He had a lecture at 10 and it was already quarter ‘til, but he had gotten so wrapped up in your presence that he didn’t even realize the time. And it was almost embarrassing to mention the lack of work he’d gotten done since you appeared.

“Hey, uh, before I go,” he shoveled his belongings into his bag, not paying much attention to their organization (he’d deal with the consequences when he got there), “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you replied softly, placing your phone down to give him your full attention. You wanted him to know that he had it, and something told you that he was going to need it.

“Would you, uh,” he hesitated, clearing his throat and zipping up the not-so-neat backpack, “would you want to grab a coffee sometime?”

The smile that broke out on your face was nothing short of contagious, and Matt felt a bit of weight lift off his shoulders when he saw it. Of course, you hadn’t answered yet, but your expression told him he might not have anything to worry about after all.

“You sure love your coffee,” you joked. “But yeah—I’d love to.”

A sigh of relief left his lips. “Oh, great. That’s—that’s great. Are you free,” he checked his watch to tell him the day because he was so embarrassingly flustered that he couldn’t seem to remember, “Thursday? It’s Monday now, so…that’s enough notice, right?” A pink hue laced his cheekbones as he awaited your response.

“That’s perfect,” you giggled, “and how does noon sound?”

“Works for me.”

“Then it’s settled—Thursday at noon, in the place we’re both probably thinking of?”

He nodded silently, dark brown strands of hair bouncing just slightly from the movement. You remained seated with the same warm smile as he finally stood and waved just as you had a few days prior. Turning on his heel, he began to walk away, but quickly came to a halt and looked over his shoulder.

His brows furrowed, “I never even got your—”

“—check the bottom of the cup.”

He carefully lifted the cup in the air and tilted his head to see the small pen markings, realizing that you’d scribbled your number on the bottom, accompanied by a tiny smiley face. Adoration laced his features when he looked back at you and to his surprise, you shot him a wink. The confidence that you had only made him more drawn to you, but you could say the same for his bashfulness—an even trade-off, as far as one could be concerned, so it didn’t matter all that much.

- - -

It must have been something about the atmosphere—maybe the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, or maybe it was the way he looked in his gray sweater and tan pants, but you just couldn’t take your eyes off of Matt as he sat across from you in the café. He could say the same for you—you’d noticed that, because through most of the conversation, his eyes didn’t seem to leave you, not even once. Especially with the noises that came with being close to the machinery behind the pay counter, it was almost as if it had all become nothing but white noise to him. It was a quieter day and time to be in there, as most students were either in class or eating lunch elsewhere around this time, so you were able to quickly find a spot and just relax for once without worry.

Though it wasn’t as formal as some Italian restaurant or eatery, it felt oddly domestic—natural, even, to you—which didn’t often come with you and other guys. You didn’t need that type of setting to form a connection. It was like he was the missing puzzle piece, the one you’d given up looking for but one day showed up between the couch cushions—unexpected, but undoubtedly satisfying to come across, and even more thrilling to put to use in filling the void.

“—and that’s when I decided to just can the class all together and take it in college—wait, are you listening to me?” you tilted your head as if to inspect his near-frozen features.

He blinked out of his state, “Yes, yeah, of course. I just, uh—just got a little distracted.”

“By?”

“Well, you,” he admitted, and a blush tinted your cheeks. “But you also had a, uh,” he brought a hand to your cheek, careful not to break a boundary, and gently brushed a speck of chocolate from the corner of your mouth, “a little bit left over there.” His fingers lingered for a moment before lowering back to the table, “Was sort of thinking of how to tell you.”

You smiled, “Well, thank you, Matt.”

“Mhm,” he took the final sip of his drink, “so what were you saying about canning the class?”

And he listened intently to the rest of your story, this time being sure to give you subtle cues—head nods, one-worded responses, hums of agreement—all to let you know that he wasn’t zoned out like before. It wasn’t a lot of effort and it was likely the bare minimum, but the thought behind it was sweet, just as most of his actions were.

This time, the two of you were able to properly converse without being interrupted by impending class times and bookwork. It was nice finally getting to know him, getting a feel for his true personality—which seemed to be just as you guessed it would be. And as for him, you were the same—just as he’d assumed you to be, which was exactly what he wanted. So the two of you were thoroughly satisfied when you stood up to leave, this time together instead of separately like the other times.

“I think this went pretty well,” he pushed the door open and held it for you to walk through, “—if I do say so myself.”

“I agree,” a warm smile stretched your lips.

The sun beamed down on his and your bodies and effectively warmed up the crisp, spring air around you. It felt nice on your skin compared to the air-conditioned space inside, especially with the open-backed dress you picked for the occasion. Beauty is pain, you figured upon yanking it from your closet. He liked it, though—even said so himself when he first greeted you at the table—so none of the discomforts mattered, anyhow.

“So,” you turned to him on the sidewalk, fingers brushing against his arm, the gesture a subtle attempt to gauge his reaction to your touch. It seemed to be positive when you noticed the glint in his eye, so you allowed your hand to linger in its spot. “I have a crush on this really cute guy I met about a week ago. Do you think I should make a move?”

He laughed, “If he offered to take you on a real date—you know, to a nice restaurant or something—would you say yes?”

“Hm,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “depends.”

“On?”

“If he really likes me enough to do that,” you replied matter-of-factly, face having grown awfully close to his.

Soft hands met on the small of your back, “He definitely does.”

“Well, then,” you whispered, “I guess I’d accept.”

“Alright, then yes,” he leaned down and kissed you with a gentleness that made your heart flutter and a warmth that brought butterflies to your stomach—the good kind, of course. An open-mouthed smile met your gaze when your eyes re-opened, accompanied by the familiar look of rosy cheeks.

He finished softly, “I think you should make a move.”

#boston bruins #boston bruins imagine #hockey fic #fanfic #hockey #matt poitras #matt poitras fic #matt poitras imagine #matthew poitras

21 notes · View notes

jswayman1 · 8 months ago

Text

— what's going on! i'm shay, i write for a lot of things. mostly nhl players and ron weasley, just a disclaimer. big bruins fan if you couldn't tell, even bigger goalie fan. hope you end up liking what you find, though! here's some navigation for you.

— my MASTERLIST; — — send in a request —

— here's who i'll write for below the cut, which is probably subject to change. italicized is who i'm most confident writing, and who i'll only write smut for.

on the BRUINS,

— BRAD MARCHAND, JEREMY SWAYMAN, BRANDON CARLO, MATTHEW POITRAS, TRENT FREDERIC, JOHN BEECHER, DAVID PASTRNAK, CHARLIE MCAVOY

OTHER NHL PLAYERS INCLUDE,

— JAKE OETTINGER, JOSEPH WOLL, JONATHAN QUICK, JACOB TROUBA, SERGEI BOBROVSKY, LEON DRAISAITL, PATRICK KANE, K'ANDRE MILLER, NATHAN MACKINNON, TYLER SEGUIN, JAKE DEBRUSK, LINUS ULLMARK

— HARRY POTTER,

RON WEASLEY (more will be added here soon i promise LOL)

— shoot me a dm if you want a specific player or character added to the list! i'd be happy to do so!

10 notes · View notes

teekays · 5 months ago

Note

hello! if memory serves you are the blog that talked about boy band pretty as a marketing tactic (or something to that effect? the search function does not work so if i’m wrong i’m terribly sorry) and i was wondering if you would be willing to find someone from each team (can include prospects if you want) to create the ultimate nhl boy band. this is not a necessary thing to do, solely shits and gigs and if you ever feel like it doing it. have a lovely day!

HIIIIIII that WAS me and you sent this at the perfect time because i am at the laundromat with time to kill and i LOVE to discuss this.... let's chop it up.... a few disclaimers: this is subjective so don't get mad at me and i will be including prospects and ahl players where i know its applicable BUT for most of these teams i will be going off the main roster + looks alone because if i did a full deep dive vibes analysis on every team's roster and prospects it would take me like two months to answer this ask... you understand. we are being SHALLOW here today in the true spirit of the boy band industry. let's go!!!

carolina hurricanes: i know everyone wants me to say sebastian aho but he is 1) too old 2) too unsettling looking. the elf on the shelf is not boy band pretty im sorry 😭 i do love him but he's just not the vibe here... i will say based on looks either scott morrow or jackson blake and his 90s heartthrob hair. i want to say seth jarvis because he's my special pop pop but that does contradict almost everything i have said previously so i will not be biased but know that if he was a pop star i would be his biggest fan i would kiss his poster. and that's my truth

columbus blue jackets: in the interest of journalistic integrity i went to their roster instead of just saying it's obviously kj as the intimidating aloof one in the boy ("boy") band but actually i do think it's cole sillinger.... teen heartthrob. also i didn't know that he was born in columbus because his dad was playing for the team and his brother is also on the team??? imagine having a whole destiny like that and its for COLUMBUS OHIO 😭

new jersey devils: jack hughes. open and shut case argue with the WALL

new york islanders: NOT MAT BARZAL. HE LOOKS 35. STAND UP LADIES!!! lowkey i do not know any of these dudes and this roster is kind of busted as fuck 😭😭😭 (NOT ANTHONY DUCLAIR who is too old to be a boy band boy but who i do love) bargain bin team... anyway isaiah george YOU! are the only cute person the new york islanders

new york rangers: matt rempe. those pictures of him lounging around on the phone??? wow. no words. diva heartthrob behavior. it's sad what they're doing to him what are we doing to our beautiful queens :(

philadelphia flyers: after much careful deliberation.... i think denver barkey is taking it. denver is such a deeply boy band name tbh he was born for this!!! i know everyone thinks it's jamie (who i still forget is a flyer 😭) but can you imagine him on a stage? singing a song? they are reinventing shoegaze for him. negative star quality (AFFECTIONATE!!!!!!! LOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!)

pittsburgh penguins: well NOW the obvious answer is rutger mcgroarty... not even worth going through that senior center roster when he's there tbh sorry pens

washington capitals: AGAIN. SENIOR CENTER ROSTER. i had to go to their prospects page to find someone suitable and my vote is patrick leonard he's a cutie!!! also im so sorry to say this but my jaw dropped when i got to this guy why are you playing hockey you need to make a children's album RIGHT NOW. i know he could do a banger cover of the We're going on a bear hunt song. but i digress...

boston bruins: matthew poitras is adorable and exudes star quality NEXTTTT. shoutout also brett harrison who looks like a long lost jonas brother

buffalo sabres: JACK QUINNN JQUIZZY HIMSELF partly for looks mostly for vibes... he has extreme "jack dylan grazer vape apology video" energy and also he has that boyish charm... either him or devon levi (hot) not miss owen power for the same reasons as jamie. she could never be a pop star 😔 ryan mcleod used to be the oilers popstar boy but now he's got too much competition he's a little niche for the title

detroit red wings: my gut tells me simon edvinsson but a look at the roster tells me there is some competition in the form of amadeus lombardi... if we were discussing this two years ago mo seider would be the obvious answer but he's too grizzled now 😔

florida panthers: 🙄 here comes another busted fucking roster... i guess denisenko??? panthers are not really representing here....

montreal canadiens: ARBER <3 he's like the bad boy hottie in the boy band. the one that makes your dad shake his head when he sees him on tv

ottawa senators: wow the atlantic division is fucking WACK this was another case of like. okay i guess ill pick one of yous but REALLY? so congratulations jorian donovan YOU are in the boy band

tampa bay lightning: seriously what is going on in this division. jack finley looks like he was the closeted one in a boy band from the early 2000s but he's aged past that now and he has a husband and a wine brand.... so we will bring him back for nostalgia points. welcome to the team. also i have to be honest i thought of myself as pretty well acquainted with the ahl but the SYRACUSE CRUNCH? that's crazy

leafs: JOSEPH WOLL! boyish charm out the ears on that one. a real cutie

chicago: obviously it's bedard. we all know it's bedard. on the surface he has no charisma but he does have a certain kind of shy boy charm and he IS adorable... he's the one in the boy band who makes your mom tut over him like "he seems like a nice boy"

colorado avalanche: wow huge props to matt stienburg for having maybe the single most boy band roster photo i have seen yet... THIS is the guy they get in the boy band because he's already had huge success with his hit single called like, Heart React Girlfriend or whatever. this is jacob sartorius if he played hockey. this is chase dreams. this kid is going places

dallas stars: it's obviously wyjo, joining the ranks with cbedard as The Nice One <3

minnesota wild: okay i was going to say brock faber because every group needs a kevin jonas (SORRY BROCK) but WHO is kyle masters and why does he look like knockoff brendan brisson. budget briss. diet briss. we have briss at home.

nashville predators: this just reminded me cody glass is a penguin now 💔 anyway the preds have some STRONG contenders here wow.... jeremy hanzel is taking it but i think luke evangelista could pull it off... now if you asked me to be really subjective it would be ozzy wiesblatt who would also be the subject of much poster kissing and rigged "which member of the nhl boy band should you date" tests so i get him as the result but that's just me....

st louis blues: jeremie biakabutuka your radiant smile has charmed me.... welcome to the band....

utah whatevers: MONTANA ONYEBUCHI I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THE SHARKS DIDNT APPRECIATE YOU. BUT WE WILL..... also matt villalta kinda giving off brand kj... you could build a whole off brand version of that umich team just with guys from other teams i bet

winnipeg jets: dylan coghlan you will always be famous to ME but i fear you are a little too old for our purposes here.... other than him they kinda don't have a lot going for them.... brayden yager it is your time to shine as off brand owen power ♥️

anaheim ducks: some strong competition here... tz is the obvious choice but i think we need to think bigger... olen zellwegger please step forward....

calgary flames: matt coronato i am free on thursday if you would like to hang out on thursday when i am free and also join this boy band

edmonton oilers: yet another old ass roster 😭 they're lucky they got so many sabres because matt savoie is saving their asses rn

los angeles kings: angus booth is smizing in every single photo i saw of him so. come on now

san jose sharks: it's so obviously will smith i don't even know what we're doing here tbh

seattle kraken: tye kartye looks like he would be into white water rafting so he can be the nature guy in the boy band.... strong competition from tucker robertson but he's just a touch too gay porn for this vibe

vancouver canucks: JETT WOO... HELLO.... but also shoutout cole mcward for having 2014 gay youtuber phenotype. a connor franta troye sivan type face if ive ever seen one

vegas golden knights: BRISS ‼️‼️‼️ my little tabloid queen... not only is he in the boy band but he's in the news and the media. he was born to be a star. natural ham. child actor energy. alex holtz is also a strong contender for this but i think he's off on his own doing his little pop star solo act thing

this took way longer than laundromat time but it was worth it i had so much fun!!!!! thank you!!!!!!

#THIS WAS SERIOUSLY SO FUN and also made me feel kind of mean for being like ummm you're ugly youre ugly youre ugly. but whatever #sorry for the copious amounts of unrelated bullshit also 😭#asks

93 notes · View notes

laukoslovergirl · 11 days ago

Text

Boston's Bad Bitches (3)

Pt.1 Pt.2

Pairing: Wotherspoon!reader x the 3B's (Boston's bad bitches GC) (Platonic!Matthew Poitras, Brother!Parker Wotherspoon, Platonic!Jeremy Swayman, Platonic!Trent frederic, Platonic! John Beecher, Platonic!Mason Lohrei)

Warnings: language

Summary: game time updates. The boys being picked on by baby spoon.

based off of the game against tampa bay 01.14.25

I had so much fun with this one

17 notes · View notes

laukoslovergirl · 19 days ago

Text

Boston's Bad Bitches (2)

Pt.1

Warnings: language

Summary: more of baby spoon's sheniangians with the 3B's

Ask and you shall receive

Serious question. Who do you think baby spoon is going to end up with?? Or who do you want her to end up with??

18 notes · View notes

happilysmythe · 10 months ago

Text

❥ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

matt poitras.

word count: 3.0k

no warnings

"if you'll have me, i want you" — stephen sanchez

A/N: this fic was anonymously requested! thank you so much! i love mattyp and i was super excited because i got to rewrite an old fic that i wrote about him that i hated...happy reading!

- - -

MATT

“Congrats on the goal, Beech.”

I wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulder, giving him a brief pat on the back as I made my way to my stall.

“Thanks, Pots,” he chuckled. “I thought it was a pretty good shot, too. Definitely one of my better goals, anyway.”

“Given that I haven’t exactly seen your other ones, I’ll just have to take your word for it,” I laughed, stepping past him to sit down. I removed my jersey and hung it up, then lifted my padding from my shoulders and above my head. “Doesn’t it feel, like, really good?”

“Feels awesome,” he confirmed with a smile. “I feel like I’ve had so many missed scoring chances. Felt great to actually capitalize on one, y’know?”

“I know. I still can’t believe you missed that shot a few weeks ago,” I nudged his shoulder. “It was practically an open net, dude.”

“I know, I know. But hey, I made up for it, right?”

“Sure did.”

I leaned over and untied my skates, then pulled them off and stowed them away. It wasn’t long before the padding on my knees was on the seat beside me. As I stood up to pack everything away, a familiar face came into view. I extended my hand out to pat his shoulder.

“Congrats, man.”

“Thanks,” Mason smiled, then continued forward.

I picked up the skates and covered the blades, then stored them in my bag, afterward grabbing a towel to wipe my face and hair. Johnny turned to face me again as he removed the laces from his skates.

“You talked to Emery at all?”

Emery.

I met her back in 9th grade. We had a few classes together. A lot of people told us that our friendship seemed to come out of nowhere, but we always used to say it was because of how fast we clicked. We got close fast.

She was always my biggest fan, through and through. Especially when nobody else seemed to be. Through each year of high school, she stuck by my side even when she wasn’t obligated to, and I was always grateful for that. She never doubted me. She was, in complete honesty, one of the reasons I became the player I turned out to be.

When I got drafted, she was over the moon. She even baked a cake that said Future NHL Bruin on it, which I was later told that she decorated herself. Told me she had to teach herself, which resulted in three failed cakes and almost an entire day lost. The thing is, I never could’ve predicted just how soon I’d be playing in the NHL when I was initially drafted.

I’ve missed her.

Leaving was the hardest part. Because I would now be based in Boston, I knew that saying goodbye to her would be difficult to do. Though it wasn’t going to be forever, it would be a long time before I could visit home to see her again. I would be moving countries and completely uprooting my life for a larger chunk of time than I would’ve liked to think about. Even in the times that I was able to visit home, it was never for long. At least, not long enough.

I lived in a hotel for the beginning of the season, but the Bruins recently made the decision to keep me, so they worked out somewhere for me to stay long-term. That’s when Johnny and I began living together in the North End in Boston. The day that Don Sweeney called me in to tell me that I’d be staying lifted a massive weight off of my shoulders; one that I’d been carrying since the pre-season. Although I’d been kept, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still trying to make the team.

I remember receiving a text from Emery that day.

hey, matty. i heard you’re staying with the bruins! that’s great. i’m so happy for you. i hope you can visit home soon so i can see you. i miss you.

I’ve kept it in the back of my mind, since. And it wasn’t just because I missed my friend.

It was because I’d grown to feel for her in more ways than one. We started off platonically, but it wasn’t long before I began to notice myself admiring her, feeling comforted by her presence…how, no matter the case, I seemed to always be happy with her. Not to mention the growing urge to kiss her whenever I got as little as a few inches away from her.

So, as anyone could imagine, leaving her was one of the hardest things I had to do.

“Uh, no,” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts as I turned to face Johnny. “No, I haven’t talked to her.”

Having taken the hint, he nodded and faced forward again, then silently continued to undress.

- - -

EMERY

The simple term “miss” was nothing but an understatement.

I first felt disconnected from Matt when he started playing for the Guelph Storm. Although I saw him less, he was still based close to home, so I couldn’t complain all that much. But this?

This was ten times worse.

Though I refused to let anyone see it, I was hurting. I knew he was happy—I would never and could never take that away from him. And on top of that, I was beyond proud of him, regardless of how disappointed I might have felt. All I’ve ever wanted for him is for him to be successful in doing what he loves, and since he was doing just that, all I could be was happy.

Still, it didn’t eradicate the pain.

As I sat on my couch, I pulled out my phone, deciding to open and scroll through Twitter mindlessly in the quiet of my living room. Since I’ve ironically loved hockey my whole life, my timeline was filled with it. Notably that night, someone reposted a video from a game that landed about 2 months ago.

Matt’s first NHL goal.

He looked so happy. God, he was. The short clip pushed the memory of him calling me that night to the front of my mind, bringing a disheartened smile to my face as I watched it replay on my screen. I only wished that I didn’t have to see him through a screen as much as I now did, to receive a hug from him just to hold me over. But I couldn’t.

I placed my phone on the couch next to me as I laid back on the cushions, then looked out into the darkness of my living room. My eyes fixated on the entryway as my mind retraced the day that he showed up at my door before he left.

I shot up from the couch as the knock sounded at my door--the noise I’d been anticipating worriedly all day. As the door swung open Matthew came into view, his expression devoid of happiness.

“Hi,” he spoke, lips slightly downturned.

“Hi, Matty.” Stepping away, I motioned my head off to the side. “Come in.”

He walked in and I carefully shut the door, then turned to face my saddened best friend behind me. “I don’t have much time.”

“I know, Matt…I know.” I tightened my lips into a flat line, swallowing the lump that formed before sighing deeply. “How long will you be gone for…?”

“I don’t know. Could be weeks, could be months…Honestly, Em, I really don’t,” he spoke once again, a frown contorting his lips. “I can only say that it’ll be a while.”

A silent nod was all I could muster up, words deciding not to come as easily to me as normal. I sniffed, trying my best to stay strong in what could’ve been the last time I’d see him for the unforeseeable future. If I started to cry, even just slightly, I knew that I wouldn’t stop. So I kept it in, deciding to hold it for just a little while longer until he was gone. “How long until you have to leave?”

“A few minutes, max,” he shrugged. “I just had to say goodbye.”

Unsure of how long it would be until I could do it again, I took a step forward and threw my arms around him, draping them over his shoulders as I pulled him in tightly. He responded instantly, wrapping his around my midsection to do the same.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” I breathed, words muffled by his shoulder.

Though my body tried its best to resist, a tear shed, sliding down my cheek and onto the fabric of his shirt. It was bound to happen considering how long I’d been holding it. Keeping it bottled in no longer seemed to be an option. The person that made me happiest was leaving—it wasn’t surprising that I let myself go.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Matt.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured me softly. “But I have to go.”

“I know,” I croaked out, pulling away. “I know.”

I sniffed, then let out a shaky breath as I fronted a weak smile. I used the back of my hand to wipe the few tears that had fallen against my wishes, then took another breath in an attempt to steady myself momentarily.

“I’m going to call you, and I’m going to text you,” he spoke sincerely, gaze aligning with mine, “and I’m going to make sure that we stay in touch, okay?”

“Okay,” I repeated back to him. “Goodbye, Matt. I’ll miss—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head, hands moving down to take mine and hold them tightly for just a moment. “I’ll see you soon.”

With one final squeeze of my hands, he stepped back and let go, then started for the door. He opened it slowly and stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, just enough to see me. He remained silent, displaying a soft expression on his face; a look laced with affection and sadness, but one that brought me as little as an ounce of comfort knowing that he felt the same as I did.

“I’ll miss you, too,” he whispered, then turned back and walked out, closing the door behind him.

And finally, I broke down.

The same sensation of tears staining my cheeks returned as I snapped back into the present, wiping my cheeks dry with my sleeve before picking up my phone once more. Before I could stop myself, I opened my messages and scrolled down to Matthew’s contact, opening it up and reading over the last message that he’d sent to me. It was at the end of a conversation from the day after he was chosen to stay with the team.

I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. I miss you

I left the app open, silently holding my phone in front of my face as I continued to read the text over again. I’ll talk to you soon, he said. It’s been almost two months since that day. How far away do you have to stretch from a day to pass soon?

I miss you.

I decided to head off to bed, standing up and making my way to my bedroom. I climbed into bed, then turned on my side and focused my attention on the clock that sat atop the bedside table in front of me. 11 o’clock.

In an attempt to fall asleep, I closed my eyes, but it didn’t work out as I had planned. Something within me was uneasy. I wanted to talk to him.

So I reached over and grabbed my phone, then searched for his contact and called him. It rang once, twice, three times…a few more before the inevitable voicemail played. Dejectedly, I hung up, placing my phone back down in its spot and silently staring at the time once more. For the first time in weeks, I struggled to blink back my tears.

I missed hearing him talk, seeing him. I missed his voice, his smile, his laugh. His corny little jokes that nobody would laugh at and how easily he’d get shy in public. I missed how his hair would blow around when he skated. I missed the way I could talk to him about anything—how he’d listen, comfort me, hold me when I was upset…I missed everything. Every last bit of it.

Because he wasn’t just my best friend; he’d become so much more to me than that. If only I had realized it sooner. Before he left so that I had the chance to tell him. But I didn’t.

So I closed my eyes, a tear softly running down my cheek as I slowly began to drift off.

- - -

When I woke up the next morning, a voicemail had been left for me. Matt called me after I’d already gone to sleep. I took a breath, then reluctantly pressed play.

“Hey, Em. You called before but the game wasn’t over yet. I know it’s too late there now and you’re probably asleep, so I’ll talk to you soon. Miss you.”

As relieving as it was to hear his voice again, the hurt that I felt didn’t subside. Tears pricked at my eyes again as I replayed the voicemail, now clinging on to that silver of communication I had with him.

But it wasn’t enough.

I’d come to realize that the problem wasn’t that we weren’t talking as much—I, as well as he, was prepared for that aspect. The problem was that, regardless of how hard we tried, we simply couldn’t find the time for each other anymore.

That’s what terrified me the most. My relationship with him was slowly fading away, and there weren’t many options left.

- - -

MATT

Another day, another game finished.

Tonight, we played in Toronto. As far as I’ve learned, it’s become common for us to beat them, which admittedly uplifted my mood after we won.

We were close to home, but we wouldn’t be spending enough time there to be able to stray off. Unfortunately, that ruled out any chances of my being able to visit my family or Emery. Aside from that, I was exhausted, so the only place I wanted to be was in bed.

As I took my equipment off, some of the guys did their media, and the locker room slowly began to clear out. Just as I was about to head out, Mason tapped me on the shoulder, prompting my head to turn and shift my attention to him.

“What’s up?”

“They told me to tell you to go next door,” he spoke, head jerking in the direction of the conference room next to us. “Said someone’s waiting for ya.”

“Oh, thanks, man.”

He nodded and walked by as I placed my bag back down in front of my stall, then headed out and towards the room he mentioned. I knocked softly, but there was no response. Although it remained silent, I cracked the door open anyway, deciding to step in and make a check just in case before going back.

When I rounded the corner, I was brought to a halt as my eyes caught sight of the person waiting for me.

Emery.

“Oh, my God.”

My feet carried me toward her, and before I knew it my arms were around her, pulling her in closer. The familiar scent of her perfume clouded my senses, bringing a sense of comfort that I’d been lacking for longer than I would’ve admitted. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back, not paying them much mind as she finally pulled away to look up at me.

“Hi, Matty,” she smiled brightly.

“What…what are you doing here? I thought—”

“Your parents got me some help,” she laughed. “And your coach…He’s real nice, by the way.”

I laughed back in response, eyes trailing down to the jersey that she was wearing. When she noticed, her body turned to the side, revealing the numbers on her arms.

51.

“Oh, you didn’t,” I marveled, lips parting in a smile as my thumb ran across the lettering on her arm.

“Of course, I did,” she confirmed, turning back forward. “I had to.”

“God, I could kiss you right now,” the words slipped out before I could think, and my eyes widened slightly at the realization.

“Then do it.”

So before I could second guess it, I leaned down and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her gently against me. She reciprocated, smiling softly as her arms found their place around my neck. My lips matched her smile as one hand rose up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

She raised to her toes, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss before slowly pulling away, looking up with a soft expression. “Matt,” she whispered, eyes beginning to become glassy.

“Hm?” I hummed, reaching for her hand and thumbing the soft skin on the back of it.

“I should’ve just told you before, but I,” she breathed, brows knit together tightly. She took a pause as if she were contemplating whether to continue or not, but ultimately opened her mouth to speak softly again.

“I love you, Matt.”

The initial shock forced my eyebrows to raise, my lips parting as I took her words in. But didn’t take long to wear off before I was smiling down at her just as I was before, basking in the relief that I felt. I knew now that there was more than enough reason to try things with her, just as I’d wanted to do before leaving. If she felt the same, then what was the use in denying it further?

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the scent again before pulling back.

“I love you, too.”

Her arms were thrown around me once more in response and I hugged her back, resting my chin on her forehead, hand rubbing circles on her back. “We’re not losing touch again this time, okay?” I reassured her softly. “We’ll make it work.”

I swallowed thickly and swayed back and forth gently, bringing her along with the slow movements. “I’m not letting that happen again. Ever.”

“Okay,” she nodded, a faint laughter falling from her lips before she pulled away and aligned her gaze with mine. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

#boston bruins #hockey #fanfic #boston bruins imagine #hockey fic #matt poitras #matt poitras imagine #matt poitras fic #matthew poitras

15 notes · View notes

happilysmythe · 1 year ago

Text

➵ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨

a full list of all published stories, organized by team & player.

LAST UPDATED: JANUARY 23, 2025

★ = sexual content | 𝜗𝜚 = no mature language | ☆ = author's choice!

-`♡´- // 𝓫𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓼

↪ M. LOHREI

❥ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 (2.0k) — reader and mason have a...complicated relationship. or fling. or both.

↪ M. POITRAS

❥ 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (3.0k) — matthew and emery have been best friends since high school, but when he gets drafted into the NHL, things take a turn. ❥ 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 (2.7k) — a small act of kindness can go a long way for two college students. ☆𝜗𝜚

↪ T. FREDERIC

❥ 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 (2.0k) — reader & trent get up to some not-so-family-friendly antics in a faculty bathroom. ★☆ ❥ 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 (7.1k) — trent & allison have hated each other since childhood, so meeting again at a christmas party isn't their ideal circumstance. ★ ❥ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (1.4k) — reader greets trent at home after a long-awaited achievement. ❥ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 (2.2k) — trent gets bored on a plane, & reader obliges his risqué request. ★ ❥ 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 (2.6k) — reader comes down with only a minor cold, but trent still worries at practice. ❥ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 (4.3k) — reader and trent have an f-w-b relationship, but when he comes home after getting bloodied in a fight, that status gets tested. ★ ❥ 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 (3.6k) — trent wins a season award for the team, and reader congratulates him accordingly. ★ ❥ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (1.6k) — trent takes reader on a sweet & romantic picnic packed with a special surprise. 𝜗𝜚 ❥ 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 (4.0k) — reader is a reporter, and when trent notices her not-so-professional tendencies, he decides to have a little talk. ★ ❥ 𝗉 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 (4.2k) — long distance might not be the ideal option for a college student and a hockey player. ★ ❥ 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 (5.0k) — in an unfortunate circumstance, trent runs into a toronto maple leafs fan...right after eliminating them from the playoffs. ★☆ ❥ 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗒 (2.7k) — trent's had enough teasing from the guys about having feelings for his best friend. ❥ 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 (1.5k) — trent discovers his girlfriend's little...indulgence. ★ ❥ 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾 (2.9k) — being a photographer isn't all that it's made out to be when your subjects are painstakingly attractive. ★ ❥ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? (2.9k) — feelings come to fruition when trent and his lifelong best friend take a late-night walk. ☆𝜗𝜚 ❥ 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 (2.5k) — trent gets jealous when reader spends a little too much time with mason for his liking. ★ ❥ 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿. (815) — trent uses his favorite method of relieving his anger after a tough loss to toronto. ★

#boston bruins #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey fanfic #boston bruins fic #boston bruins imagine #bruins #matt poitras fic #matt poitras imagine #matthew poitras #matt poitras #mason lohrei #mason lohrei fic #mason lohrei x reader

47 notes · View notes