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Push It | Mikko Rantanen

summary: when Mikko sees you getting stressed late one night, he feels obligated to step in to help.

kinkmas: day nine (squirting)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving!), thigh riding, swearing.

word count: 3.39k

authors note: this is my second time writing for Mikko and I have to say that I am kind of in love with this one? it also took me way longer to write it than I would actually like to admit either but we now only have three days left in kinkmas! if you want to read more from kinkmas you can find the playlist here!

Mikko swore you were doing this to punish him.

What for? Now Mikko didn't have the answer to that one just yet. But with Christmas a mere few days away and his family arriving on Sunday, you were in full swing wrapping presents. You had met his family for the first time in the summer when Mikko convinced you to come home with him. So it was suffice to say that you were beyond stressed out by the fact you were hosting his family for Christmas. His parents adored how happy you made their son but that didn’t bring you any comfort as you stayed up well beyond an appropriate time.

It frustrated Mikko as he woke up to an empty bed when his alarm clock flashed 3:00AM. With him being home for a couple of days before another road trip with the team all Mikko wanted was to spend time with you, something that became a challenge as you stressed about preparing the house for his family's arrival. Begrudgingly he pushed the comforter off of his chest as he got up sliding his slippers on in an attempt to bring himself some warmth in the battle of combatting the Colorado winter.

The lights in the dining room illuminated Mikko’s path down the staircase as he could hear you mumbling incoherent things to yourself in frustration. His footsteps were quiet as he stood at the door to see what looked like Christmas had thrown up over the table. Wrapping paper and ribbons covered as much of the wood as the eye could see “muru?” Mikko cleared his throat as he called out stood at the opposite end of the table.

Scents of the gingerbread house you made during the afternoon traveled around the bottom floor of the house “hey.” You forced a smile onto your lips as you pressed your hands onto the table. Concern was evident on his face as he walked over to you “come to bed.” Mikko’s voice was soft as he crouched down placing his hands on your knees.

You shook your head turning to look back to focus on the final presents in front of you “not yet love.” You mumbled avoiding his eye as you could feel his burning gaze.

Mikko ran his fingers over your bare thighs trying to capture your attention “I can’t sleep.” You explained chewing at the inside of your cheek “have a way I could help you.” He smirked pressing a kiss against your shoulder making you squirm.

He smiled hearing you whimper as you stopped wrapping the present as though you were contemplating hearing him out “what is it?” You sighed raking your fingers through your hair as you turned to him “if I make you come before finish wrapping then you come to bed.” The offer made you squirm as your cheeks turned red.

You ran your tongue over your teeth “and if I finish before?” You tried to puff your chest out in an attempt to keep your nerves calm “then I’ll wear that sweater of yours for the party.” Mikko hated the sweater you had gotten him for the team end of year holiday party, so either way you were truly winning.

Mere seconds passed as you thought about what you would do as you eventually nodded “deal.” You shifted to the back of your chair “need you to get up so I can get you out of these.” His voice was coarse as he tapped your thighs when he repositioned himself to sit under the table.

He watched you listen to his instructions leaning towards the table as your ass was in the air “you knew you were gonna do this didn’t you?” Mikko smirked seeing your pink panties that had a wet patch that formed on the center “won’t make you wait Rakas.” He cooed bringing your panties down to your ankles.

You sat back down shifting your legs so that your cunt was in line with his face “such a pretty little pussy.” Mikko mumbled pulling you closer to him as you sat on the edge of your seat.

The hockey player could hear you weren’t moving anything “you want to start before you lose baby.” Mikko clicked his tongue making you whimper as he pressed his lips against the inside of your thighs “right Mik.” Your voice was shaky as you nodded beginning to continue wrapping those presents.

His lips were soft against your skin as they left a trail of sloppy kissed until he teased your folds “can’t believe you’ve stayed up all night.” Mikko urged not giving you the chance to respond as he pressed his tongue flat against your slit making you groan.

It made your thighs tense “god Mikko.” You blew your lips into a raspberry as your hands clenched around the scissors “such a sweet cunt.” He praised you as he locked his arms around your thighs bringing you even closer to him.

You used all of your strength to focus on what was in front of you. Mikko latched his lips around your clit letting his tongue swirl around your sensitive nub “getting so needy already.” He mumbled against your cunt sending shivers up your spine making your hands shake.

Mikko had always been skilled with his tongue and tonight was truly no different. Treating you like you were his last meal. The starved man beneath you let his tongue lay flat in your cunt stretching as far as he could possibly go. You did you best to not think about the sheer levels of pleasure you felt as you tied a bow in the ribbon that wrapped around the box.

One down, three to go.

Your cunt tasted sweet on his tongue as it almost egged him on “r-right there!” You stammered feeling his nose hit your clit “the way you’re acting has me thinking you didn’t want this.” Mikko pulled his lips away from you as he moved his hand to tease your clit staring up at you “you aren’t even trying.” He clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You whimpered in response gripping at the packaging of the box “I am!” You nodded figuring that if you said it with enough conviction you could actually believe it.

He watched you try to continue and part of him contemplated putting the bet off wanting please you properly but as your legs began to shake. The ideas of going east on you left Mikko’s mind “just let yourself go y/n.” Mikko didn’t often call you by your name as he usually settled for a nickname in Finnish since you loved his mother tongue.

The desire to let yourself come built in your belly as your eyes began to flutter “not yet.” Your jaw froze as you tried to put it off. But as Mikko swiped his tongue over your clit he slotted his fingers into your cunt making sure that you didnt have the chance to not come “fuck Mikko!” You groaned feeling his smirk press against your thighs letting your hands pull at his curls.

His free hand was soft against your stomach as he felt you grip his fingers “don’t stop.” You moaned driving your hips against his face as you came letting the pleasure wash over you. Mikko smirked as he began to slow his movements feeling your cunt loosen around his fingers.

Your body shook as his lips left you with a pop. Mikko pushed your chair back as he smiled getting up from the ground “looks like you lost muru.” He clicked his tongue seeing the second present only being tapped up.

It was clear you were trying to still recover as you were too dazed to even care about what he had to say “no.” You whimpered pushing your back against the chair as you tried to hold your ground “why don’t I help you then?” Mikko proposed placing his hand on your shoulder as he wasn’t prepared to leave you down here just yet.

Mikko loved how you were right after an orgasm. The way your lips were plump because you had bitten them trying to suppress your moans. Your eyes were always heavy as he always made sure to put you through the wringer. Usually that was enough for him to do once and then he’d feel content, but tonight Mikko wanted to push you that little bit further as sleep was now nothing more than a distance thought in his mind.

His hand was gentle as he helped you up, giving him just enough space to slip into the seat beneath you. Your head fell against his shoulder as you straddled his leg “let’s do it together muru.” Mikko cooed making you melt against his touch as you nodded.

But as you leaned forward his thigh tensed beneath you resulting in you letting out a moan “fuck!” Your cunt was already wet from your first orgasm of the night quickly coating the skin of his thigh.

Mikko smirked feeling his cock grow hard against his boxers “you giving up on the gifts?” The hockey player teased watching you begin to ride his thigh “nope.” You shook your head letting your tongue dart out of your mouth as you began to focus on the gift in front of you.

This quickly turned into round two of your little bet as Mikko bit his lip writing on the little piece of card as he made little effort to trying to help you. Signing it from the both of you before he moved to the next one. But during the time he did that Mikko didn’t lose sight on the fact that you were enjoying spreading your juices over his thigh “you should see how pretty you look.” Mikko mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You were in one of his old camp shirts that looked like it was a dress over you “didn’t tell you to slow down.” He nipped at your ear lobe making you shiver.

Mikko watched how your body responded to his cold fingertips grazed over your skin up your shirt “meanie.” You huffed making him laugh as he ghosted over your nipples “promise I’ll make it all worth it soon.” Mikko offered flexing his thigh to make your clit hit it at a different angle.

He couldn’t help but smirk as you gave up on wrapping for a second time as you had finished the second present and rather than moving onto the next one you pushed them all away to the front of you. Finally revealing a clear space on the table “please Mik.” You begged as you felt his fingers roll your nipples between them.

The hockey player groaned as he wished he could see the reactions you had as all he wanted was to finally watch you come. But as Mikko felt his cock hate his boxers for keeping his boner pressed against his skin “gave you your first orgasm princess.” He clicked his tongue squeezing his hands around your breasts “this one is all on you.” His words made you whine as if you had a choice in how the rest of the events tonight were going to go.

This was one of the moments that you were glad you were in a house as it meant you didn’t have to worry about any neighbours hearing the devious acts that you and Mikko were getting up to tonight “want your cock.” You blurted out making the boy wish that he was dreaming as he found himself full of desire to lift you off of his cock and place you on his dick instead.

You fell back against him as you pressed your body against his “be a good girl and maybe I’ll give it to you.” Mikko had to silently praise the gods for making him come downstairs when he woke up “think you could do that f’me?” He asked watching your eyes lock with his.

If the walls could talk they would have brought up how embarrassed they were being forced to see you in your fucked out state when you hadn’t even seen his cock tonight “anything f’you.” You nodded bringing your hands up to cup his as you no longer needed the guidance to drive your clit against his thigh.

It was clear you both oozed desperation as Mikko wanted to bring you to your second orgasm of the night whilst you were trying to do everything to snap the coil your stomach had built up “go make a mess on my thigh baby.” Mikko’s soft voice was a total contrast to how you felt as your body began to shake as you pushed against him rutting your hips against his skin as you felt your eyes begin to struggle to stay open.

The sounds of your moans echoed through the house like a ghost dancing as you whimpered “I’m gonna- fuck!” You cried shaking your head as you gave up not being able to compose yourself anymore as you felt yourself come for the second time tonight. Mikko kissed your cheek as he mumbled soft words of affirmation in Finnish trying to hold himself quiet as he felt his thigh grow wet.

He was sweet in the way that he kissed your shoulder bringing you back to reality as Mikko brushed his fingers through your hair "think you can give me one more muru?" His voice was hushed as he pinched your nipples teasing the peaks as it caused you to jump.

You didn't have the energy to argue as you felt his cock press against your back making you moan as your mouth began to water "gonna let me fuck you with my cock?" He added drawing another moan from your lips as you squirmed.

A needy nod came from you as your head bobbed "sit up on the table then." He ordered as he pushed the chair back giving you space to quickly follow his instructions. It made him smile as watched you spread your legs "give me a kiss pretty girl." Mikko slotted into the space you created where he cupped your cheeks tilting your jaw upwards so that he could kiss you.

In the moment of feeling his tongue slide over your lip you took the moment to run your hands down his bare chest in an effort to bring him some comfort as your fingers danced over the waistband of his boxers. The cold feeling of your fingers made the hockey player jump "naughty, naughty girl." Mikko shook his head as he mirrored your actions with the shirt you were wearing "think it's about time we get you out of this." He mumbled tugging at your shirt as you raised your arms up.

It felt like the world stopped spinning for Mikko in that moment as he watched your naked body sat on the table like it was meant to be served to him on a platter "fuck this will never get old." He confessed making your cheeks turn red as you smiled.

Mikko could see how you stared at the bulge of his cock that could could see on his red boxers "you want my cock?" The Finnish man asked pulling his boxers down to show you how his cock hit his torso making you feel all that more warm as you nodded "I gotta fuck you baby." Mikko groaned as he pumped his cock in his hands a mere three or four times before he drove it's head over your clit.

He watched your jaw go slack as he thrusts his cock into your cunt upon deciding that you were wet enough to take it "still such a needy little girl huh?" Mikko wrapped hands around your waist bringing you closer to him as your legs locked around his hips.

Your face contorted as your eyes screwed shut "wanted your cock all day." It was true after a video came up in your snapchat highlights of Mikko taking you from behind after the Stanley Cup win where you had his winners cap on.

The boy found himself smiling as he pecked your lips "but instead you've been wrapping those fucking presents." He scoffed making your cunt clench around his cock as the walls of your core hugged him "for your family." You shot back shutting yourself off as his cock grazed your g-spot.

There was a mischievous look in his face as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust that he made grazing your hips with his pelvic bone "you want to be a good girl and get to come or not?" He shot back making you moan "already let you go twice tonight." The hockey player added reminding you of the desperate acts that you had done throughout the night.

You went quiet unintentionally then encouraging Mikko as he dropped his head down to your breast "Mi-" your moan was shortlived as his tongue swirled around your nipple. It made you jump as you whimpered.

His teeth caught your skin making you tug at his curls trying to pull him off of you "relax princess." Mikko grumbled shaking his head as he moved his focus to your other breast not wanting that nipple to get jealous of the first "I can't." You shook your head wanting to give up as the sensitivity from your previous two orgasms brought you to where you were now.

The room felt hot as if the heating was no longer needed, whilst your bodies were burning up against each other "Mik, I'm not gonna last." You shook your head slotting your fingers between your bodies "know you can do it for me." Mikko had never pushed you that far in one night, not even as you celebrated the Stanley Cup win. Part of him didn't know what was going to happen but that seemed to only egg Mikko on more as he slapped your hand away replacing it with his as he used two fingers to swirl around your clit.

Your eyes struggled to stay open as your lips quivered struggling to form a coherent word that was stronger than a sound "c-can't Mikko." You cried out feeling your head begin to grow light as you would have fallen flat on the table.

Mikko smirked as his cock pulsated "gonna make you come sweets." He mumbled hovering his lips over yours as tears formed in your eyes "jesus christ mik." You moaned feeling you body go numb as all of you feeling was directed straight into your cunt as it fluttered around his cock "let it all go f'me princess." With those words came the green light you so desperately needed nodding your head as your mouth formed an o shape.

The feeling that came from your cunt wasn't something that you had ever experienced "shit, shit, shit!" You chanted feeling your eyes roll back into their sockets as your orgasm brought on Mikko's "right there my girl." He grunted beginning to fuck you through it.

Instead, you tried to pull away shaking your head "enough please." You begged as your throat began to feel raw "fuck that was hot." Mikko spoke to himself as he looked at his lower torso to see it glistening from where you had squirted.

He had too admit that he was proud of himself for getting you to that point but as he could see the look of shock on your face Mikko instead went into a comforting mode "you did so good tonight y/n." Mikko spoke seriously as he kissed your head desperate to make you feel the same way he did.

All you found yourself doing was nodding as you tried to get up before you realized that your legs were far too shaky for that to happen "why don't we go have a bath?" Mikko offered quickly picking you up as he brought your head to his chest. A subtle yawn left your lips as you blinked giving him the go-ahead too take you up to let the warm water comfort your skin.

Colorado was quiet as the sunrise was still a few hours away Mikko was sure that you two were apart of the mere few still awake at this time. But as snow fell on the earth outside Mikko had to admit that the time he spent with you tonight was better than any kind sleep he had ever had.

[laurenairay]

hc request: mikko & an innocent / naive partner :3

Oh this is an interesting one. It took me a moment to think about how I was going to shape it with Mikko, but I kinda love where it ended up:

We all know Mikko is loud, energetic, kinda goofy. He’s the life and soul of the party, not an ounce of shame in his body, and an absolute beast on the ice (and off it!). Maybe people would expect him to have a partner with the same kind of hubris as him, but when they realise he has a partner who is basically the definition of innocence? I’m all here for it.

I feel like Mikko, for all of his confident showmanship, is by nature very much a protective kind of guy. Maybe it’s a cliché but having a partner who doesn’t see the bad in the world makes him go a bit caveman sometimes, totally instinctive of protect protect protect.

Also like the switch between being a teddy bear for his partner to being a grizzly bear to anyone who upsets them. No-one gets to hurt his sweet little dove and that’s that.

There would be times where he might get frustrated with the naivety and I’m sure there are times where his partner would feel like he’s being condescending, but overall I think it’d be a pretty sweet balance.

Mikko has his literal other half, and if his loud confident nature defends them from the atrocities that the world can bring? He’s ready for it.

[senditcolton]

Warmer in the Winter

Bantering, judging each other but in a way that’s like, “what you’re doing right now is really stupid but you’re adorable and I can’t help but love you.”

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by @smileysvech | word count: 1k | warnings: none! bonus instagram edit!!

Every relationship went through its fair share of ‘firsts.’ First date, first time meeting friends, first ‘I love you’, first holiday with family, first trip, etc. But it seemed that dating a professional athlete came with its own set of firsts.

One of which you were experiencing right now: first family skate.

The NHL Winter Classic had finally made it to Colorado and your boyfriend Mikko invited you to the game. That invite wasn’t new; you had come to Ball Arena multiple times to support him and cheer him on from the box seats with the other wives and girlfriends. But when he told you that he was bringing you to the family skate the day before, you freaked out a little.

This was big – this was Mikko publicly claiming you as his. You knew there would be media and it was likely that you would be posted on the Colorado Avalanche socials sooner rather than later. It felt like a big step in your relationship. Your nerves of the media attention were only combined with your nerves of skating in front of everyone.

You would be the first to admit that you weren’t the strongest skater. Sure, you could stand, you could coast. But matching the speed and ease of your professional hockey boyfriend? That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. And Mikko knew it. In fact, he relentlessly teased you about it.

You were thankful for the teasing though. It was never malicious and, in all honesty, it just made you want to prove yourself. That was usually the goal whenever you stepped onto the ice with Mikko. But today, the goal was simply not to make a fool of yourself.

That goal was on loop in your mind as your step out onto the ice, the snow falling gently around you, Mikko’s hand firmly in yours. He smiles at you and you force yourself to smile back, loving the sight of his blond hair peeking out from underneath the Colorado Avalanche beanie. Mikko pulls you along as he skates backwards, helping you balance.

“You don’t look like Bambi anymore,” he chirps as you move your feet, your gaze focused on the ice.

“Gee, thanks babe,” you mutter, your hand tightening in his.

Mikko guides you around the rink a little longer, gliding you through turns and you start to relax. Your eyes lift from the ice to look around Mile High Stadium. The bronco is emblazoned, the snow not covering it just yet. You couldn’t wait to see that it covered tomorrow – not with snow but with Avalanche fans cheering on their team. Those hopes swirl through your mind, distracting you momentarily, so much so that you don’t feel Mikko’s hand slipping away from yours until it’s almost gone. You immediately tighten your grip, turning your gaze back to him to see a mischievous smirk on his face.

“If you let go of my hand, I’ll kill you,” you say, fixing him with a stern look. Mikko’s only response is another grin as he continues to wiggle his hand free.

“You would need to skate on your own in order to catch me,” he chirps right back, finally releasing himself from your grasp and pushing backwards a few paces.

Your face hardens in a playful scowl as you move your feet, trying to propel yourself forward, all while attempting to stay upright. Mikko just continues to skate backward a few feet ahead of you, that smug smirk still on his face as he takes in your determined flailing as you try to keep up with him.

But Mikko – no matter how skilled and confident of a skater he was – was no defenseman. He pushes himself backward once again to keep the distance between you, but he stumbles over his own two feet. He practically flips in the air, falling on his back with a heavy groan.

The initial worry subsides when you hear him laugh, the noise bringing forth your own cackle. You skate up to his form splayed on the nice, glancing down with a smirk on your face oh so similar to the one he was wearing a few minutes ago.

“Need any help there, babe?” you ask, the words dripping with amusement.

His steel blue eyes look up at you, a slightly embarrassed smile on his lips made more evident by the pink in his cheeks. Mikko lays there for a minute, contemplating your offer before he pouts, holding his hand up to you in defeat.

As soon as your hand is clasped in his, you feel his hold tighten in yours. Your eyes widen as you subtly shake your head, realizing his plan a moment too late. The pout on his face quickly morphs into a wicked grin and before you can react, he is pulling you forward. Your center of balance fails you, your body tipping as you fall, landing on top of Mikko with a shriek.

“Mikko,” you squeal, playfully smacking him on the chest. “What was that for?”

“Couldn’t let everyone think you were a better skater than me,” he laughs, his hands falling to your hips as your body straddles his.

“I think your secret is safe,” you reply, looking down at him with a grin. Mikko just smiles up at you, his hand lifting to brush the snow from your cheeks.

Gravity was to blame for a lot of things and if you needed to, you could blame gravity on the way your body lowers itself until your face hovers over his. A moment passes before you move those final centimeters, pressing your lips into his. Mikko returns the kiss with a fervor, pulling you impossibly closer. The chill from the ice starts to seep through the fabric covering your knees but you don’t care that much because the desire pouring from Mikko warms you from the inside.

“Hey, get a room you two. There are children here,” you hear Nate chirp, his voice breaking through the bubble and breaking the two of you apart. You playfully scowl in his direction, a glare that he only responds to with a laugh.

You carefully remove yourself from on top of Mikko, pulling yourself onto your feet with the help of the solid boards next to you. Mikko peels himself off the ice, dusting the snow off his clothes before taking your arm in his. You let him guide you back towards the center of the ice as the snow continues to fall.

[crow-talks-hockey]

Killing Strangers - an Avalanche mob AU from multiple POVs (Mikko, Nate, and Cale) pt 3

Mikko tried to calm his nerves. Just be okay. Just be okay and we’ll get you safe. He ran a hand shakily through his curls, anxiously pacing back and forth. Gabe laid a hand on his shoulder and Mikko stopped, turning to him with worried eyes. “He’ll be alright, Mikko. Everything’s gone to plan so far, Artturi can handle himself, you know that.”

Mikko swallowed thickly and nodded. Gabe was right. He shouldn’t be too worried. Artturi was scrappy, not exactly strong but he could slip away pretty easily if it came down to that. Mikko exhaled loudly and stood still, fiddling with his hands and picking absently at his skin. “I know. I know, it’s just… I don’t want him hurt,” confessed Mikko, trying to keep his gaze on the wall ahead and not darting every which way, searching for Artturi’s small figure.

“I know the feeling,” agreed Gabe as he readjusted his suit button and smoothed down his tie. “This is necessary for us, though. He’s giving us valuable leverage, you understand that, right?”

“Of course. I don’t doubt your plans, it’s just difficult being away from him so much. Always is,” Mikko reminded his boss plainly.

Before Gabe could say anything else, Mikko was moving forward. Artturi was walking down the alleyway cautiously, looking around slowly with his hands in his denim jacket. It was Mikko’s loud footsteps that alerted him and immediately Artturi’s face snapped to him and broke into a smile. Mikko crashed into him, lifting the fellow Finn in an embrace. Mikko buried his face into Artturi’s neck and laughed. He set Artturi down gently. “Hi,” he greeted sheepishly.

Arturri’s teeth flashed white over his lips in a grin, he playfully shoved Mikko away. “Hi.”

Mikko jabbed back at him, and managed to mess up Artturi’s sheaf of hair over his eyes. Artturi shot him an annoyed look and he pushed back his thin, blonde hair so that it didn’t fall into his eyes. He readjusted his jacket, blushing faintly. “Senkin ääliö,” he muttered in Finnish. 

Mikko sighed and responded back, “Ah, mutta minä olen ääliösi.”

Artturi rolled his eyes and pulled Mikko closer to him, looking up into his starkly blue eyes with adoring curiosity. He’d always reminded Mikko of a cat, or rather, possibly a kitten. “Exactly,” Artturi admitted, switching to English.

Mikko felt himself leaning down, everything else around him becoming nothing more than TV static. Before anything more could happen, however, Gabe interrupted. “Excuse me, lovebirds, but we have places to be. This is no safe place, I’m sure you’re both aware.”

Mikko pursed his lips and shrugged apologetically at Artturi. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

Gabe nodded, eyes glinting with something faintly untouchable. “That’s what I figured,” he boasted. “I have my own man to get home to.”

“Oh, you mean the one you pissed off? That one?” Mikko gave Artturi a sly grin, letting him in on the fun. Artturi may be quiet and gentle, but he could chirp along just fine.

Artturi gasped falsely, “Oh, Gabe. Are you just jealous?”

Gabe climbed into the front seat and started the engine of the car, it rumbled to life and Mikko held the door open for Artturi to sit in the middle beside him. Gabe scoffed, offended, “What? No. And I didn’t piss him off.”

“Oh yes you did too. Why else would he not come along?” Mikko implored, still light-hearted.

“Because he’s busy sulking around at me doing my job. We argued, but it isn’t my fault he’s taking it way too personally. And sure, maybe I did bite his head off just a bit…” Gabe trailed off and shook his head. The defeat was evident in his silence.

Artturi smirked and tapped Mikko’s shoulder. “There it is.”

“Just apologize,” suggested Mikko. 

Gabe turned the car out onto the road and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “He won’t accept just that. The man holds a grudge like hell,” Gabe sighed.

Mikko met eyes with Artturi, gaze dark with something eerily close to desire. “I know what else he’d accept…”

“Mikko!” Gabe exclaimed with a shocked laugh.

Mikko brushed his fingers along Artturi’s jawline and the Finn blushed a deep pink, his mouth just barely agape and his head tilted at an imploring angle. “What?” questioned Mikko innocently, eyes so warm with love he wondered if Artturi might actually melt. “I know it works on Arsi,” Mikko continued, hardly aware he was even speaking.

Artturi giggled, and before finally pulling him in agreed, “Yeah, it does.”

Mikko leaned back against the plastic of the door, it dug uncomfortably into his shoulder blades. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Artturi had always been a gentle lover, nothing was ever harsh and aggressive with him. He was just… kind. Mikko adored it. Their job was a hard one, and even Mikko found himself hungering for revenge and violence more than he liked to admit. Unlike him,  Artturi stayed level-headed; he did the job that was required, but his hands stayed soft and loving. 

Mikko felt the denim and thick stitches of Artturi’s jacket, the way the clothing folded as he moved to hold Mikko’s head in his hands. Mikko grasped Artturi by his torso, pulling him ever so slightly upward as he pressed his forehead against his. Artturi grinned, pushing back stray curls from Mikko’s face. Mikko gave him one last short kiss, and then laid his head on top of Artturi’s. He closed his eyes, embracing the silence. 

Gabe eyed them through the car’s front mirror, but didn’t say anything. Artturi winced, drawing Mikko’s attention. “What?”

“Nothing, the seatbelt…” Artturi searched for the word but came up blank, “thing is digging into my hip.” He moved himself off Mikko’s thigh and sat close beside him, nestling into Mikko’s chest as he threw his arm around Artturi.

The drive back was pretty long, dark, and quiet. Mikko didn’t mind the silence, it was calming. They were on the outskirts of the city, far out from where any dangerous gangs lay. He thought of how they’d gotten here as the buildings and streets passed by in a haze.

Artturi had needed to come up with false information to get back home from his stay with the Lightning. He’d been under a false name, of course, acting as a lowly Avalanche member ready to sell them out for better cash, which the Lightning were happy to provide. For almost two months, Artturi had been known as a spy for the Lightning. He’d made trips to and from their territories, coming back from the Avalanche with just enough of what the Lightning wanted to keep up the ruse. All the while, he’d been collecting intel on the Lightning, sneaking around in the shadows to follow the bigger pawns in their game when he couldn’t get access to meetings for confidentiality. Gabe had come up with the idea, and surprisingly, everyone had come out almost unscathed. Mikko found it hard to believe. They had information, leverage. Sure, they’d lost some valuables and cash to it, but it had gone as planned. Part of him felt eerily uneasy at that.

Maybe this was too good to be true. Artturi opened his eyes and looked up at him, brows slightly furrowed. Mikko exhaled a breath, his chest tight. Something felt wrong. “What?” Artturi questioned.

“Were you followed?” Mikko asked.

“I… no. Why? I’m more careful than that, you know that.”

“Gabe,” called Mikko, getting his boss’ attention at the tone of his voice, “pull over.”

“Why?” began Gabe slowly.

He was cut off by Mikko’s exasperated sigh, “Just do it.”

Gabe’s brows rose, but he obliged and the car came to a gravelly halt. Mikko got out of the car and observed his surroundings. It was dark, the neighborhood of apartments and small businesses that lay just outside the city’s heart quiet. Mikko paused, pursing his lips as he waited. He could taste the faint salt in the air as he ran his tongue across his lips in waiting. He slowly grasped the blade at his hip, his hand hesitating on the handle. 

Then, out of the shadows three figures in suit and tie appeared. One of them was tall, big in stature like Mikko, with a scraggly beard and deep brown hair. His hands were tattooed with deep shooting streaks of lightning and his eyes were a cold enough blue that they stood out even in the dark. Beside him, in the middle, stood a slightly shorter man with blonde hair— almost like Artturi’s, but cut shorter. He smiled politely, his stance relaxed and calm. On the right of him was another brown haired man, he looked younger than the other two, maybe Mikko’s age. His hair was curly and went down his neck, about to his shoulders. His face was pale, his mouth stern set, his eyes focused intently. Part of him reminded Mikko of a large cat, just waiting for the signal to pounce. Each of them wore suits in varying shades of blue, white, and black.

Mikko tensed, staring the three down with threatening intensity. Bolts, Mikko registered faintly. He cracked the tension out of his neck, folding his hands in front of him. They stood there, silently squaring each other up for several moments. Suddenly, the tall man on the left came forward. Mikko was quick to draw his blade from its sheath, the steel hissed and glinted in the muted lamplight. 

The man in the middle held up a hand, tsking loudly as he shook his head. “No, no. Don’t you worry, we aren’t here to fight.” His voice turned dark with a premonition, “Not yet, at least.”

 The man with the rings and tattooed hands, held out something white and glaring. A… note? Mikko assumed, perplexed. Slowly, Mikko took the paper from his hand and the man said, Scandinavian accent thick, “We see you soon. Have a nice day.”

They turned away and had disappeared into the shadows before Mikko could say another word. Mikko stepped back abruptly, fingers already moving to tear apart the envelope. He scrambled into the car, taking his seat beside Artturi and slamming the door shut. Before he or Gabe could ask a thing, Mikko’s face paled and he cursed, “Shit…”

“What?” Gabe implored, voice heavy with concern.

Mikko held open the unfolded paper in his lap, letting it fall halfway out of his grip.

They have me.

Nate’s handwriting. The page was smeared with old blood and graphite. Mikko could barely think, he said the words without knowing, “They have Nate. They— the Lightning have Nate.”

Oh, they’d royally fucked up this one.

***

Nate slowly blinked awake, taking in his surroundings as his eyes unblurred and refocused. There was a cuff around his left wrist, and it was attached to a cold wall. Where the hell was he? The room was grey, barren, and painfully lit with bright fluorescent light. His neck stung… had he been drugged? Seriously? Could he not catch a break? Fatigue tugged at the edges of his mind, dimming his ability to think or register anything. The last thing he remembered was coming out of Pavel’s place to get some fresh air with Cale. Then… then what? He couldn’t articulate the memories.

Nate stood, hissing in a breath as he leg buckled and the cuff tore into his wrist. This was not good, to say the least. He needed to get out. Nate looked to the ceiling and around the floor for any vents or windows, anything. The only thing was a large opening in the ceiling, its grate had been removed and was letting in flowing gusts of air. Nate cursed under his breath. He couldn’t reach it even if his legs were good. Nate sat down in a thump again on the rickety mattress. Outside the room— or rather, cell— voices were barely audible. They weren’t close, however, and Nate suspected screaming or clawing at the door would do no good. He was trapped here, and it was for a reason. Nate was leverage now.

Nate thought through the long list of enemies he had; which ones were in correlation with the Lightning and those that may have received word of him ruffling the feathers of other gangs. Even cutting it down to that left a large number of groups, not just singular people, but entire gangs of angry people. Nate rubbed at his eyes, he should have figured this would happen. He’d just gotten healed enough to start working again, and he had picked up right where he left off. He’d raided warehouses, tortured men that Gabe wanted information from. He’d been the rabid dog, nipping at the heels of those that wanted him dead. This was the repercussion for his actions, though Nate wouldn’t dare regret anything he’d done. If the Lightning wanted war, he’d give it to them on a silver platter with no questions asked.

Nate cracked his knuckles and laid his head against the cinderblock wall. He just hoped Cale was alright. He’d been with the twenty-four year old when he’d been taken, and he could only assume that might mean he was here too. God, Nate hoped not. A familiar anxiety tightened his chest as the realization that he could have put Cale in danger again. He exhaled a shaky breath, trying to calm his out of control nerves. He’s fine. He can handle himself, Nate reassured himself, He’s probably out looking for you. He’ll be— He’ll be okay.

It was the creak of the metal door that tore Nate from his worries. Nate froze and looked at the face in the doorway. He titled his head to the side inquisitively, lips drawn in a thin line of hatred. The man before him had ruddy brown curls and beard, and his eyes were a deep coffee brown. His cheeks were reddened, not quite like Cale’s, but similar. He was average height, maybe an inch or so taller than Nate was. He wore a red suit and a black vest, complemented by a stark white button-up. Nate’s words were a growl, “Larkin.”

The boss of the Red Wings flashed a bright smile, familiar and close. “Nate. How have you been? I assume you’ve been well; bodies are piling up at my doorstep because of you.”

Nate laughed, cruel and bitter, “Yeah. I’ve been good.”

Larkin stepped closer to Nate, studying his tired and injured features with plain curiosity. He breathed the barest laugh, shoulders shrugging. It seemed to say, Oh how far you’ve fallen. He spoke candidly, “You know, there was a time when we really could have used this you. A time when you could have picked up good cash, too. A shame it had to come to this, truly. But, I’ve waited a long time to capture the Näken’s wild dog, so how can I complain? You are quite valuable.”

Nate felt his cheeks heat with anger, but he stayed still. He didn’t enjoy being talked about like an object. Larkin snapped his fingers towards Nate, and two other Red Wings came into the room. One held Nate’s right shoulder with an iron grip as the other undid the cuff at his other hand. They forced him to his feet and then threw him down before Larkin, holding him still. Nate fought them, as that was only instinct, but he was too tired from pain and whatever it was they’d drugged him with to make any good moves against them. His attempts were futile, and Larkin seemed to delight in his frustrated screaming. Nate shook back the stray strands of hair from his face and glared at the man before him, his teeth bared in disgust.

Larkin crouched down, drawing a dagger from his suit, it glinted in the fluorescent light. Nate glanced at it, eyes glinting pridefully despite his predicament. Dare me, urged Nate. Let’s just get this shit over with.

Larkin grabbed Nate’s face with his hand and tilted it this way and that, the blade pressing lightly against his jawline. Nate scowled, pushing away the urge to just bite his hand in retaliation. Larkin hummed under his breath, examining him closely. “I see why they run from you. You’re excellently built, Gabe is lucky to have you as an asset. Well, he was.” Larkin’s brows rose and he noted, “And you have a startling lack of scars for the kind of work you do. You must be better than we thought. It’s a shame that we have to ruin it, I don’t like wasting talent the likes of yours. But, a job is a job. I’ll get what I want— that being a healthy amount of money—, and you… you’ll suffer.”

With that, Larkin drew his blade up and across Nate’s face and abruptly stood. He removed his white pocket square and cleaned the bloody dagger. Nate barely even hissed in a breath at the familiar feeling. Larkin nodded, impressed. Casually, he readjusted his suit and cleared his throat before expressing, “I’ll be back, I’m sure you know.”

Nate smirked. Of course you will be.

Larkin laughed, amused at Nate’s resourcefulness. “I just had to make sure you could even bleed,” he admitted, and then turned and was gone.

The men beside him released him and Nate fell to his elbows, his head pounding and ears ringing as blood slowly streamed down his face. Dimly, he heard the men walk away scoffing and the door slammed shut. Nate was shaky, and what felt like all of his energy had been used in staying upright and attentive to the situation. He laid his hands behind his head, trying to feel the texture of his hair to calm himself. He thought of Cale’s warm smile, of him pulling Nate in, of his loving eyes. What if they’d hurt him? What if Cale hadn’t been able to escape and he was here? No, no if he was here Larkin would have already used him as leverage to get Nate to give him what he wanted. Or rather, what the Lightning wanted. Larkin only wanted the money that came from capturing and torturing him. 

Nate stared at the concrete, mouth agape as he fought for breath. Come on, Nate. Get it together. He’s fine. You— you’re fine. You’re going to get out of here and you’ll both be just fine. Just focus on getting the hell out of here. But how? How? Nate shook his head to himself. This wasn’t something he just got out of, the only escape was death. He had no options. He was weak. He was hurt. He was in need of saving. Either he died or someone else was going to, either way it was too complicated for him to accomplish right now. 

Nate forced himself to breathe and get to his feet. He laid down on the tattered mattress, laying an arm over his face to shield his eyes from the blinding light. His heart was sinking, and tiredness set in next to sadness. Nate was both feeling so much and so little, it was unfathomable. He  wanted home, he wanted Cale. He wanted to see Landy and EJ, to laugh with them. He wanted to go out with JT, Mikko, and the others. Nate turned to face the wall and closed his eyes. A part of him even wanted to see Sid again. His old mentor, the one that had taught him so much even though he hadn’t joined his gang. He would kill to just sit around with the people he loved, to be near and close to them.

Nate listened to the buzzing of the light. The Red Wings probably loved seeing him like this; unarmed and with no one to hold close. Nate almost laughed. Maybe that was the real punishment that Larkin was giving. Nate could take blades, bullets, punches, and any kind of pain, but this? Being alone? That was something Nate hated more than he cared to admit. He missed the support of his friends and of Cale, the way they never questioned how he clinged to them. Tiredness tugged at Nate’s thoughts, and before he knew it the world had gone dark and sleep had taken him. He slept dreamlessly and with an empty feeling in his chest.

***

It was the night when Artturi was supposed to return that Cale had made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He’d let Nate go. They’d been in a meeting, with EJ leading in Gabe’s absence, and planning out their next move against the Lightning. They needed to make allies, and they were currently working on negotiations with a close by neighbor of the Lightning: the Hurricanes. It had been a stressful two months, and this meeting was even more tense than usual. So, Nate and Cale had stepped out of Pavel’s place to get some fresh air. They had just stood, holding hands, against the brick wall as they simply existed together. 

Then, pain had exploded in Cale’s skull and his knees had buckled. He’d wanted to stand up and fight, so bad. He had wanted to help Nate. But he’d only watched Nate throw helpless blows at his much larger opponents through blurring eyes as the darkness pulled him deep into unconsciousness. He’d seen Nate go limp in one of the man’s holds as the other drugged him with a needle and the last thing Cale had registered was the face of his broken watch. A reminder of what he could not do, of why he was here in the first place. His brother.

His brother was why he was here, or rather, the way he’d failed his brother was why he was here. They had been much younger when it had happened, Cale maybe sixteen and Taylor about fourteen. They’d been stupid, and it had cost them. One night they had decided to plan a heist. It was supposed to be simple, something just for fun. They had a neighbor, a rich neighbor, and around town he’d been known for being a watch collector. He fixed them, sold them, bid for them, loved them more than anything— as his wife had passed away before either of them had been alive. 

He and Taylor had worked their routes, gotten their angles, and eventually everything had gone to plan. They’d managed to steal what they wanted without much trouble, that being two watches with one for each of them to fence. It had been oddly quiet afterward, but neither of them had worried much about the fact that Mr. Howe had never reported anything missing to authorities. Taylor and Cale had celebrated their cleverness, enjoying the reward of their crime. Well, they had until the fateful evening in March when they’d been walking back from school. Three men, still bearing the traces of boyhood in their features— they couldn’t have been older than twenty— had appeared in the street and dragged them to the alley.

Cale still hated himself for not defending them both. He’d taken every punch, every cut, everything they had and he had done nothing. It had gone so fast. He’d watched Taylor crumple to the concrete against the wall as one of the men stabbed his blade into his side and the other yanked the watch off Taylor’s wrist. Then the third man had thrown Cale beside him, and— as he saw the watch at Cale’s own wrist shatter into worthlessness— he abandoned ship. The men had only laughed, examining Mr. Howe’s watch and remarked to each other how much they’d be paid for recovering the old man’s valuables.

Cale had cried like a child that day, sobbing uncontrollably as he watched Taylor’s body go cold and his eyes glaze over. “I’m sorry,” was the last thing his brother said.

Cale still wasn’t sure how many hours he’d clung to Taylor’s body, pleading for him to do the impossible thing and wake up. The night had passed and by the next morning, the authorities were prowling the town with loud sirens. They must have been searching for him, probably because of his parents, but Cale did not want to be found. So, Cale had done the unfathomable: he’d let Taylor go, stood, and left him. 

He’d run as far as he could, as fast as he could and eventually his running had brought him crawling directly to a Swedish man named Gabriel Landeskog’s doorstep. It was there that he’d joined the Avalanche. And it was there that he’d learned that Mr. Howe was an old boss of the Red Wings gang, and that those boys were competing to get in. It was there that he met the young, stubborn, and blood-thirty Nathan MacKinnon. It was there that Cale decided he would never make the mistake of not defending those he loved again, but it was also where he decided he would never rob someone of their family again— even if they had none. 

Ever since Cale had done his job under the contract that he would not kill a man. And he did his job well. He made the impact he wanted and left it at that, keeping the shattered watch he’d stolen as an eternal reminder. He never took it off except to sleep. It was the only thread of peace he had left. It was Taylor’s ghost, keeping him in line. Cale was paying his penance in living, breathing blood.

Now, Cale had again failed his brother. He had made the exact same mistake with Nate as he had with Taylor. Nate could be dead, and it was his fault. It was his fault all because Cale couldn’t muster the strength to just stay conscious and fight for him. He was just as weak as he’d been in that alley years ago. Time had moved on, but Cale was stuck in place. 

Cale opened his eyes, flexing his hands against the concrete and wincing as a piece of broken glass poked at his skin. He stood, and watched as Gabe’s car pulled up to Pavel’s. What was he going to tell them? How was he going to tell them? He dusted off his suit, ignoring the blinding pain in his skull. He felt the back of his neck, it was sticky with dried blood. 

Gabe was quick to storm out of the car, Mikko and Artturi— Cale breathed a sigh of relief, at least Artturi was okay— followed close behind. Gabe froze at the sight of Cale, his face paling. “Cale,” he breathed in relief, “you’re okay. That’s good. I— I have something to tell you.”

Cale’s brows furrowed. “Of course I’m okay… I was just about to tell you something, too.”

Gabe peered close at Cale, stepping forward to examine him. He patted Cale’s arms, and motioned for him to come inside with them. “You don’t look okay. Let’s get inside, shall we?”

They filed inside and got their seats, Gabe pushing EJ away urgently when he tried to greet him. Gabe did not sit, he leaned over the table, head bowed. He motioned for Cale to speak first. Cale swallowed thickly, trying to clear his head. “Nate—” his voice broke and he closed his eyes. Get it together. Cale tried again, “Nate’s gone.”

Gabe, Mikko, and Artturi’s heads snapped up. They looked to and from each other and Cale gave them a confused glance. Did they know something he didn’t? Without a word, Mikko reached into his suit pocket and unfolded a piece of paper. He slid it slowly to Cale, looking guilty. Cale’s expression softened. It was Nate’s writing. He was alive.

“H—How?” stammered Cale, “Where?”

“We don’t know,” admitted Gabe. “Three Bolts showed up and gave it to Mikko. Nate could be long gone by now, and we don’t know who might be allied with them. They wouldn’t send him to someone obvious. We’re in the dark here. That means they want something, and… and if they don’t get it we all know what they’ll do to him.”

“So how the hell do we find him?” Cale snapped, exasperated.

Gabe hung his head and shrugged. The room was tense with silence, everyone thinking about the situation they were in. Nate meant something to all of them here. He was a friend, a son, a lover. Artturi spoke up softly, “We may have more leverage than you think.”

Collectively, everyone seemed to come alive at that. Gabe nodded for Artturi to continue.

“I— I spent a lot of time with them. They liked hearing me give them information on us, little secrets in the alleys, warehouses, and whatnot. In turn, they let me make runs to some of their allies. The secret ones, ones they made just because they are our enemies. I also did some of my own research, sneaking around when they sent me off. I think I could narrow down some searches, if that would help,” offered the Finn. “I know some guys that might talk, too.”

“Yes, please,” sighed Cale. “I… I can’t lose him again.”

Artturi nodded curtly and he stood, peering at the map of the city. He picked up a pen and began to scribble, pointing here and there at the marked territories. Every once in a while he’d explain who ran a warehouse, how occupied a building was, the security in the area. They spent until past noon of the next day just running over plans over and over again. Gabe would send out men to go and search, others would run to their own allies and make negotiations. Cale helped debrief the men Artturi suggested as malleable and manipulable. 

Light filtered in through the huge, decorative windows of Pavel’s place. Cale was only vaguely aware of time and its passing. The others had brought food a couple hours ago, and then a few had gone on break so— Cale closed his eyes in thought— it might have been around four. Tiredness was making his eyes sting, and staring at a computer or a book hadn’t helped either. He was fatigued, stressed, and in dire need of caffeine despite already having plenty. Gabe laid a hand on his shoulder and Cale’s breath caught as he flinched. Gabe looked royally unimpressed.

“You should go and get some sleep. You aren’t doing us any good doing—” Gabe motioned wildly at Cale’s messy notebooks and the several open tabs of his almost dead computer— “whatever this is. You’re getting sloppy and unhelpful.”

Cale gave Gabe an offended look. “I am not getting sloppy.” He rubbed at his eyes, his hair completely mussed out of control. He held up one of his notebooks pridefully in Gabe’s face. “I’m helping, see? I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too busy worrying over Nate. Every moment we spend resting is a moment where he could be laying dead on the floor of some abandoned warehouse. I can’t let that happen. I thought you would understand.”

Gabe shook his head and gently sat down Cale’s notes. He heaved Cale to his feet and immediately Cale’s vision blurred. He blinked rapidly, eyes watering and head buzzing. Cale’s grip tightened around Gabe’s forearm as he swayed slightly. Maybe he should have gotten up and stretched. Oh yeah, and he probably should have eaten something and had water, too. That would be good. Cale’s throat felt like it was coated with wool and absently his stomach growled. Definitely needed food and water. Good idea, Cale, he praised himself. Thanks, Cale.

“I do understand. But you need sleep, you should see yourself. I’ve never seen someone with eye bags as bad as yours. You look awful,” expressed Gabe. 

Cale hung his head, he knew Gabe was probably right, and even if he wasn’t Cale wasn’t going to win the argument. Gabe was too stubborn for that, Nate must have gotten it from him. Cale sauntered over to the stairs and hesitated on the railing post. “Fine. Just don’t let me sleep too long. I can’t miss anything.”

Gabe grinned. “Of course,” he said, though both he and Cale knew that Gabe would let Cale sleep to his heart's content anyway. There was no way in hell Gabe was going to force Cale to wake up because of a lead that might run dry anyway.

Cale could barely even heave himself up the stairs to the next floor. There weren’t sleeping areas on this floor, but as Cale looked up the next set of stairs he thought to himself, Screw it. So, he settled for picking an office to crash in. He moved down the hallway, looking for a good room. He found one at the end of the hall and quickly made his new home on the couch. Sleep hit him like a truck, and within moments Cale was out like a light. 

It was Valeri’s kind features that he awoke to, with the big Russian gently nudging him into consciousness. Cale had red marks on his arms from how his skin had stuck to the leather for too long and his cheeks were flushed. He groaned, trying to force his mind to rise with him. “How long have I been out?”

Val smiled warmly and helped Cale to his feet. “Day and a half or so. Do you need water?”

Cale swallowed thickly, cringing at how desert-dry his throat felt. “Yes,” he replied all too quickly. Val handed him a cold bottle and Cale drank longly. “Thank you.”

“Gabe wants you. We have something.”

Hope leaped in Cale’s chest and he grinned. He was quick to follow Val down the stairs, and he was at Gabe’s side within moments. His boss eyed him, silently giving him an I told you so. Cale ignored him. He did feel better. That was beside the point, if they had a shot at finding Nate Cale was going to take it. He wasn’t going to abandon him.

“We have a guy,” Gabe announced. “It turns out your scribbles were helpful. Mikko and Kurtis are going to bring him in tonight. Hopefully he’ll talk.”

Cale nodded. “That’s good. Is he from the Lightning?”

“Yeah. Mid-level guy, we might have to do more than just offer him cash to get him to talk, but I assume you have no problem with a little bit of bloodshed. Given that this is important, especially to you.”

Something dark settled into Cale’s expression. He looked at the watch on his wrist, the way it ticked on helplessly out of rhythm. He thought of Taylor laying in the alley alone. He thought of Nate, screaming out with no one to save him from an inescapable fate. He stared at the messy map and the notebooks filled with information that lay next to files on other gangs. Part of him wanted to laugh. No, he did not mind bloodshed at all, he decided. Not when it came to Nate. Cale covered the face of his watch and looked at Gabe. “Of course not,” he agreed, hating how candid his voice sounded.

Cale saw Gabe’s jaw tick, his lips pressed into a thin line as he fought not to smile. He patted Cale’s back and ran a hand through his strawberry blonde hair. “Good man,” complimented Gabe and he turned to leave. “I’ll see you back here tonight.”

“See you,” Cale replied back. 

He sat down, pulling a sketch of the man closer. He stared at the notes and the drawings longly. He closed his eyes and set down his head. Cale fiddled with his hands, unable to stop the anxious feeling from tightening his chest and making him feel breathless. He rubbed his temples, reaching over the table to grab a scone from the middle of the table. He needed to distract himself. Worrying was doing him no good. All he could do was hope that the man would talk, and that Nate was still alive. 

Cale doodled on an empty page of his leather-bound notebook absently. He sketched Nate’s familiar profile, trying not to be utterly saddened by how much he missed him. Aggressively, he erased the start of his drawing and redrew the circle for Nate’s head. He exhaled, thinking of Nate in his mind’s eye. Cale embraced the silence, clearing the worry from his mind and focusing solely on the task at hand. He sketched Nate’s blade-like nose, his stubborn jawline. He smiled as he penciled in Nate’s slightly wavy hair that was currently in need of a cut. Cale set down his pencil and brushed over the graphite with his thumb, blending out the color slightly over Nate’s imaginary cheek. He sighed, the emptiness of the room bleeding into his lonely heart. The second he looked away from the paper, Nate disappeared again. 

Cale was alone here. Maybe forever. Nate was nothing but lead on parchment.

The sun was beginning to set, golds and pinks from the sky filtering into the large, intricate room. The sun coated the tall pillars and maroon walls in an orange hue. Cale sat at the table, completely in the center of it all, his hair illuminated into a chestnut color. Cale outstretched his hand to the middle of the table, reaching for the sun’s warmth. Specks of dust floated up in the air from his books and maps. Cale drew back his hand and eyed the scone beside him. He stood, appetite having been  lost to his focus minutes ago. Cale slipped on his grey plaid suit jacket after removing it from the edge of his chair. He ran a hand through his hair and readjusted his storm colored tie. Cale turned away and abandoned the paper profile of Nate, the stale scone, and the bright setting sun. There was work to be done.

Cale was finally ready to do what was necessary.

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okay so! i will be posting a blurb list along with a list of NHLers y’all can request in a few hours! i really wanna get back to writing and was hoping a few of you could help me out!

[ilyasorokinn]

andrei “all star” svechnikov , andrei svechnikov

note, finally my all-star fic is here! this year, it was between sid, svech, ilya and petey. i did write a petey blurb, so go check it out. if you want. anyways, i hope you enjoy. another note, this fic is part of the "mr. and mrs. svechnikov" series. check out this masterlist for more. in this fic, theo is around 4 while ana is 3. pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, the svechnikovs go to their first all-star game together. warnings, children/kids word count, 2717 words

gif credit to bestie @ryanpulock

(gif not mine)

Andrei, the entire way home, was tying to figure out a clever way to tell you he had been invited to the All-Star games. It came to him as he turned down the street of your house.

He quickly pulled into the dirveway and hooked his phone up to the speakers. He made it to the doorway when he finally pressed play on the song.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid"

He heard you let out a scream when the song first started and laughed, pushing the door open to find you gaping at him from the living room, "What the hell?!"

"I'm an All-Star, baby!" He exclaimed.

"There are so many better ways you could have done that." You tried to slow your beating heart. Even your watch was asking if you were okay due to your elevated heartrate.

"Oh, come on, it was funny." He pointed out.

"We'll get back to that when I'm not about to have a heart attack."

-

After the initial shock, you were excited. You were going on a paid vacation, most expenses were paid for (most) and the climate was set for hot and even hotter so you were excited, to say the least.

Because the Canes were playing till the very last second, you didn't get into Florida until Thursday morning, but you were set to stay until the next Thursday.

The moment you stepped off the plane, there were cameras everywhere, all part of the Canes media or the NHL media. Andrei held Anastaisa's hand and helped her down the stairs, flashing them a professional smile. You stood behind Theo, watching him carefully climb down the stairs behind his sister.

After you got settled into your hotel room, you went with Andrei to media. You weren't normally allowed to be with him, but exceptions were made.

The three of you stood off to the side, watching him and looking around at everyone else who was doing media. Theo ran up and hugged Andrei's leg, looking up at all the reporters nervously. Andrei, not wanting to lose his train of thought, only placed a comforting hand on Theo's head, acknowledging him.

When all the questioning was over, the Canes media wanted to get some shots of him "Is it okay if we ask Theo and Anastasia a question?" One of the media people asked, "We're asking all the kids questions and putting together a little compilation."

Once they were given the okay, the cameras were on Theo and Anastasia. Andrei was crouching next to them as Theo held an iconic tiny microphone for both of them.

"So, Theo, tell us, who are you most excited to see this weekend?" Theo looked around at all the other tables to see who else was at the event.

"Crosby." He answered, "And Ovi, oh, and Marner!" Theo exclaimed happily.

"And what about you, Anastasia?"

Anastasia pondered the question for a second before answering, "Moose and Juice," She stated.

Andrei smiled in response before translating, "Mikko Rantanen and Juuse Saros."

Theo tugged on Andrei's pant leg, grabbing his attention and everyone else's as well, "Can we go swimming now, daddy?" Theo asked.

Everyone laughed, "Yeah, we can go swimming, buddy."

-

Theo had stated that he wanted to walk the carpet with Andrei where all the fans would be and all the paparazzi would be before the Skills competition.

You got him dressed in his best outfit, one which he chose specifically for this situation, "Will people ask for my autograph?" He asked excitedly.

"I don't know, buddy." You tied his shoe as he answered all his questions best you could, "But I do know you're gonna get your picture taken by all those people with cameras."

"Really?" His face lit up.

"Yeah, really." You nodded, a smile finding its way onto your face.

"Like daddy?"

"Just like daddy." You nodded, smoothing down his hair.

When both Andrei and Theo were ready, both you and Anastasia sent them off, with a promise of seeing each other in a couple hours. You got yourself and Anastasia ready before you headed over to the arena.

She was sporting one of the jerseys you had customized with "Little Svech" on the back with the number 37. You waited for Andrei and Theo in the hallway near the locker room.

As more and more players started filing out of the room, her eyes would go wide as they walked past, giving each of them a high-five, even if she didn't know who they were.

"Mommy, you see?" She jumped up and down as she gave Kirill Kaprizov a high-five.

"I did." You nodded, before spotting Andrei and Theo coming out of the locker room, "Look, there's papa and Theo." She whipped around and ran over to greet them.

Andrei was wearing a reverse retro Canes jersey and a hat while Theo wore his matching "Little Svech" jersey.

"Mommy, mommy!" Theo ran over to you the best he could in skates.

"What, what?" You asked.

"I met Breadman and Hughesy," Theo told you excitedly.

"Did you really? Wow."

"We missed Sid and Ovi." He frowned.

"That's okay, I'm sure you'll meet them soon." You reassured. You turned your attention back to Andrei who was smiling so big, and opened your mouth to say something but switched your attention to Theo and Anastasia who were excitedly talking to each other about all the people they met.

"Hey, I have an idea," You grabbed their attention, "Do you guys wanna be with papa out on the ice or do you want to sit with me in the stands?" You knew the answer before you asked the question.

They each latched onto one of Andrei's legs in response, to which both you and Andrei both laughed, "All right, I'll see you both later. Be good." They both nodded, "Listen to the adults in charge." They wrapped their arms around you, "Love you." You kissed their heads.

"Bye, mommy." They each kissed your cheek.

You stood up to meet Andrei. You wrapped your arms around him, "Skate really fast." You told him.

He laughed, "I'll try." He responded, "And don't worry about them, I've got them. Have fun, or as much as you can."

"I'll have two beers in your honor." You pulled your head away, with a smile on your face, so you could look him in the eyes.

"Sounds good." He leaned down and kissed you softly before you both pulled away.

You found your spot rather quickly and took a sip of your beer. From the ice, Anastasia spotted you and waved enthusiastically. You laughed, waving back to her.

"She's cute." The woman sitting next to you commented.

"Thank you." You beamed.

Down on the ice, Theo and Anastasia were having the time of their lives, hanging out with all the other kids and meeting all the other hockey players.

Theo and Anastasia were sitting on the bench, Ilya Sorokin sitting in between them, babysitter. At the same time, Andrei participated in his skill, snacking on ice cream bars as they watched the fastest skaters.

"Ooh." Anastasia winced when Cale Makar tripped and went flying into the boards. She looked up at Ilya, who laughed at her reaction. She giggled in response.

Kevin Fiala skated around the rink, and both Anastasia and Theo enjoyed it, but when they saw their dad step up to the starting line, they jumped up off the bench and started cheering.

"Papa!" They both jumped up and down, garnering the attention of people around them, who simply smiled at the two of them.

They didn't stop once as he skated around the rink. They only stopped when he skated over to where they were. They all looked up at the jumbotron and saw that he was now in first place.

"Wow." Theo gasped, and Andrei smiled proudly.

After Stephenson and Larkin went, Fiala and Andire were announced as the two finalists, "Go fast, papa." Anastasia told her father

"I will." Andrei laughed, kissing each of their heads once again. He skated out to the center of the ice with Fiala.

Andrei wanted to win it, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his 3 biggest supporters would be proud of him regardless of what happened.

Kevin Fiala went first and got 14.114. Andrei lined up behind the line and took a deep breath before he skated as fast as his legs could carry him.

He blocked out the sounds of people cheering and all the eyes on him and just skated. He skated until he made it back to the starting/finish line.

Once the timer stopped, he slowed down and looked up at the big jumbotron to see his time. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the 13.699 in big numbers.

He could practically hear Anastasia and Theo cheering from their seats and jumping up and down. He skated back over to the bench to do the interview but waved over across the bench to Theo and Anastasia whose smiles were almost as big as his.

"Andrei you realize, with Brady looking at you, you just outworked every single guy here with that lap. How do you feel right now?" Kevin, the reporter asked.

"I think I just got lucky, to be honest." He could hear his own voice come through the loudspeakers around the arena, "But I would never expect to win this, and I'm kind of excited."

"You know everybody around the league now is going to look at you as a Speedster. Are you ready for that title?" Kevin asked.

"Ah no, I'm not sure if they're gonna look at that" Andrei chuckled.

"Wow, great job congratulations, your first All-Star Game. You're the fastest skater." Kevin shook his hand.

"Thank you so much. Appreciate it." Andrei nodded.

-

After the tournament and the rest of the challenges, you waited in the tunnel near the locker room with a few of the other partners. You were talking with Johnny Gaudreau's wife while you waited for the rest of your family to come out of the locker room.

When Andrei finally exited the locker room, he was dressed and carrying both sleeping children in his arms. Your heart swooned when Andrei smiled.

He handed Anastasia off to you, "I have to get my bag, but I'll be back." He turned to head back into the locker room, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him.

He looked confused as he turned around, "I'm proud of you, All-Star." You whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek.

-

The next day, Anastasia and Theo were up bright and early. Jumping out of their bed and into yours, "Wake up!" They both shouted, jumping up and down.

You groaned, shoving your head under the pillow, "You promised us chocolate chip pancakes last night." Even though your eyes were closed and you couldn't Theo's face,

"Why did we do that again?" You reached over and softly punched Andrei in the shoulder who was in a similar position as you.

"To get them to sleep." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Come on, come on!" Theo jumped off the bed and grabbed Andrei's arm, trying to pull him out of bed.

You both eventually pulled yourselves out of bed and got yourselves ready then took Theo and Anastasia down to get breakfast. After breakfast and spending some time at the pool, it was time to get ready for the game.

Andrei got ready a little quicker because he had to be at the arena a little earlier than you had to be, but he helped Theo get ready before he left.

"Goodbye, I love you both." He kissed each of their heads, "Be good for your mom. I'll see you on the ice." He booped Anastasia on the nose, making her giggle.

"And I love you, too." He turned his attention to you, "I'll see you later."

"See you on the ice." You kissed him, hugging him and savoring the feeling of him being there with you, "Love you, too."

-

Theo was sitting next to you chowing down on some popcorn while Anastasia stood on your legs, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers.

"Stormy!" Theo pointed a few rows over to the familiar mascot. That caught the mascot's attention, and he looked up. Theo waved erratically. Stormy finished the interaction he was having and then made his way up to your row.

You were luckily sitting at the end of the row, so Stormy sat down on the steps next to your seats after giving Theo and Anastasia big hugs. Theo and Stormy talked (which was more just Theo talking and Stormy nodding along) while you waited for the first game to start.

Al the set pieces were set up on the ice already so you waited excitedly as Anastasia babbled and danced away. The lights eventually dimmed, and Theo screeched, clamoring into his seat, holding tight to Stormy's hand.

The Central Division was announced first, then Atlantic, then finally Metropolitan, "From the Carolina Hurricanes, Andrei Svechnikov!" Andrei skated out from the big monitors.

Theo stood up in his seat and cheered loudly. Stormy jumped up and down with him, "Look, papa." You laughed, pointing down to the ice. Anastasia followed your finger down to Andrei. She giggled, looking up at you.

-

After all the games and Takchuk was named MVP, Andrei was in media, Theo sitting happily in his lap, "How was your first Al-Star game, Svech?"

"it was great, I had a lot of fun, and getting to bring the kids along is a plus."

"What're you gonna do now that you have a week-long break?"

"We're going to Disney World." He laughed, eliciting a laugh from the reporters in the room.

"I'm sure Theo and Ana are excited."

"So excited." Andrei nodded.

Theo tugged on Andrei's shirt sleeve and Andrei bent down, his ear to Theo's mouth, "Ovi and Sid." He whispered, but his whispering wasn't very quiet.

The reporters chuckled, "We'll go find them later." Andrei whispered back before turning back to the reporters.

"We won't keep you for long, Andrei. Seems like Theo is excited." Andrei nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you." He picked Theo up and exited the room.

The TikTok of the kids answering who they would want to see the most went viral, and in particular, Theo and Anastasia went viral. Most of the comments were saying that now Theo and Anastasia had to meet their favorite players, so the media set it up.

You and Andrei led Theo and Anastasia to the ice where Sid, Ovi, Mikko, and Juuse were waiting to meet their Number one fans, media all around you.

Theo let out a gasp when the rink came into view and he saw Ovi and Sid standing on the ice. Anastasia heard and turned her head to the ice.

"Juice and Moose!" She announced your presence, causing the four players to turn to you. All of you laughed as they skated over to meet you halfway.

Theo, suddenly shy, hid behind Andrei's legs as Sid bent down in front of him, "Hi, Theo."

"Hi." Theo waved shyly.

"I heard you were a big fan." Theo nodded. Ovi produced a puck and handed it to Theo. Theo reached out and took it.

"What do you say?" Andrei whispered down to him.

"Thank you," Theo responded.

"You're very welcome." They both smiled.

Anastasia was just as starstruck as Theo, hiding her face in your neck as Mikko and Juuse stood in front of her. They both smiled as Juuse produced a puck and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She responded.

"You're welcome, Ana." They both smiled, "It was nice to meet you."

She only smiled, clutching the puck to her chest. You smiled down at her, "Wow, Ana. You met Juice and Moose." She beamed. Theo bounced up and down as he flashed you his puck, "Wow, look at that! They both signed it!"

"We have to add it to my collection." He told you.

"We'll do it at home." You brushed a hand through his hair, "Now, come on, Disney World is waiting for us."

-

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[cuteandhughesy]

WHICH nhl players do you guys want to see me write for in the new year that I have written for and want to see more content for?? ✨

my fics for nico hischier and quinn hughes are coming before the new year - but let me know if you want more of them in 2025 as well!

[pen-of-roses]

No Context Tag

Thanks @forthesanityofstorytellers!

Take a line from your wip and stick it in with zero context. So, here's one from Conor's POV:

His ear twitched at the name, his name, being yelled at the rotting corpse, standing as if supported by invisible strings in a sickening parody of life. It might as well have been him. The whole situation wrapped his stomach around stones he didn’t remember swallowing and burned his throat. Something heavy and icy cold filled his lungs and waves pounded in his ears.

Tagging: @concealeddarkness13 @maple-writes @mrs-mikko-rantanen @ratracechronicler But no pressure if ya'll don't wanna/don't do these

[eightmakar]

nsfweekend!!!

hello hockey tumblr it’s been a hot minute so let’s have a smut weekend! starting today, March 17th and going until Sunday, March 19th!

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[sc0tters]

Fights and Feelings | Mikko Rantanen

summary: when Mikko sees you with one of his teammates he realises that he wants to be more than just your friend.

request: yes/no

trope: friends to lovers

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.36k

authors note: here is the first avs player I’ve written for and I’m happy to say that this was really cute. If you want to read more of the celly then you can check it out here!

Mikko didn’t know how much longer he could keep quiet.

Tonight was the third night in a row that you were coming home because you were spending the night with Nathan. The Canadian had gotten the chance to take you on a date and he made sure to make the most of it before Mikko changed his mind.

The two of you had been living together for the last year and a half after your lease on your previous apartment ended. In 2017 your coffee order got mixed up with his and from the moment he offered you a conversation whilst you both waited for the second one, you haven’t looked back.

Your giggle could be heard from down the road as Nathan shut the passenger door to his car when you got out “you don’t have to walk me back again!” You smiled as the Canadian wrapped his arm around your shoulders “but I liked doing this.” Nathan shot back as he helped you back up the steps.

It was icy in Colorado not just because Mikko had seemed to be avoiding you but also because it was reaching the end of October so with that the cold front was rolling over Denver “I should go so I don’t wake Mikks up.” You sighed knowing that your best friend was still awake as he couldn’t sleep without knowing you were in the house.

Nathan nodded ignoring the disappointment that coursed through his veins “I’ll see you sometime soon?” His voice was hopeful as you smiled “of course, have a nice night MacKinnon.” You mumbled leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

That broke Mikko’s heart as he watched you through the ring camera as he sat on the couch “have a nice night?” Mikko repeated your words as he watched you walk into the living room.

You nodded as you slid your sneakers off of your feet “you finally done being an ass?” You shot back raising your eyebrow as you hinted back to the entirety of the morning.

Mikko hadn’t spoken to you at all, and if he did it wasn’t more than basic conversation. To you it seemed that he merely didn’t like that you were going out with his teammate. Once Nathan was a good friend of his but now Mikko couldn’t say two nice things about the Canadian as he seemed to worry that he would break your heart “I am just looking out for you y/n!” Mikko groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He watched as you crossed your arms “I’m not twelve Mikko.” Very rarely did you ever call him by his actual name as you usually settled for a nickname “besides he’s a good guy.” The addition was softer as you looked at the ground.

It made Mikko get up from his seat “he’s my teammate, I know him better than you do.” If his mother knew what he was doing she would have been on the next flight over from Finland “there it is again!” You complained shaking your head.

You felt hurt that your best friend couldn’t be happy for you as you finally found a guy who could treat you well “I am sorry but why can’t you just act like you are happy that I’m happy!” You felt like you were going in circles with him as you weirdly craved his approval.

The hockey player groaned “because I don’t want to stand here and watch you get hurt!” Mikko yelled causing you to shift back a few paces “then you don’t have to.” Venom laced your voice as you turned around and marched yourself to the front door.

Mikko sighed as he watched you open the door “where are you going?” The hockey player asked as he placed his hand on his hip “far away from you.” The response came from your lips as quick as you shut the door behind you making sure that you grabbed your car keys beforehand.

Tears clouded your eyes as you drove off not really knowing or caring where it was that you landed up at. Rain began to fall around you all as you continued until your eyes couldn’t take it anymore “I know it’s late but can I come in?” You begged knocking on the door as tears streamed down your face.

It might not have brought you as much comfort as he might have thought but Mikko had the worst night of his life. He slept on the chair in your room as he hoped to see you if you came back. Right after you left was the first time that he truly realized the potential for consequences due to his actions. The hockey player called Emily, a girl you worked with in the hopes that she could tell him where you were. Of course she didn’t but rather left him with the message that if he truly had no clue where you were then maybe he wasn’t as good of a friend as he once thought.

Practice had gone horribly as Nathan made sure to go tough on the boy until Gabriel was there to put an end to the fight that the boys almost had “enough you two!” He groaned standing in between his teammates in order to stop them from hitting each other.

All they did was glare at each other as their drama went beyond the team dynamic “what the hell are you playing at today!” Mikko grumbled as he spat at his teammate “maybe you should be asking y/n that.” As those words left Nathan’s lips Mikko’s clenched fist swung at his teammate.

You made your way into the arena as your sandals hit the floor “what are you doing here?” Mikko looked up from his icepack to see you stood there “Gabriel didn’t want you going home alone.” You grumbled crossing your arms .

It took him seconds to get up and follow as you spun on your heel “wait up!” He complained grabbing his duffel bag as he made sure to follow you “look let’s just get you home so I can leave again.” You should have said no to the captain, you would have told Gabriel that you had better things to do but instead you didn’t want to say no because you didn’t want to leave Mikko.

Even as you were irritated at him you watched his bruised hand brush over your thigh “I’m sorry.” He mumbled locking his pinky with yours.

The gesture made your heart swell “for punching him or for being a dick?” You sent him a glare as you pursed your lips together.

Mikko felt his heart pound as you walked back to your car. He weirdly didn’t have an answer for you which caused you to both sit in pure silence.

Orange and yellow leaves painted the windows of your car all the way until you drove him back to the house.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you turned to Mikko “I think we should take some time apart.” You gripped your hands around the steering wheel as you sighed.

The hockey player clicked his tongue “wait.” He stopped himself as he looked at you “I love you.” Mikko blurted out causing you to go silent.

Scanning his face for any part of a lie yet it was clearly all true “I’m should go.” Mikko sighed as he went to unlock his door but you were all too quick and beat him to it as you kept it locked.

Mikko furrowed his eyebrows as he frowned “look you clearly aren’t interested in what I said so just let me-” his complaint was short lived as your lips locked into his.

It took him a few moments before Mikko kissed you back letting his hand hold your head as it kept you there “Mikks-” you moaned as his tongue slid over your lower lip.

You felt his other hand go to your waist “wait,” you pulled away “I love you too.” Your words made him laugh “you think I didn’t get that from the kiss?” Mikko ran his fingers over your cheek.

[laurenairay]

Thanks everyone who sent a headcanon idea in! I had a blast writing these this weekend, and I hope you enjoyed reading them!

Jack Hughes - next door neighbours to lovers Miro Heiskanen - comforting his partner when lonely Tyson Jost - loves seeing his marks on you Tyson Jost – taking care of you when you have a headache Quinn Hughes – first night sleeping over Nico Hischier - friends with benefits to lovers Roope Hintz – fairytale Mikko Rantanen - innocent / naive partner Elias Pettersson – insecurity William Nylander – comforting each other with migraines

[senditcolton]

for your 1k celebration, could you please do a “wild and wacky” vintage chocolate cake for going to a sauna with mikko rantanen?

okay, i immediately love this idea and concept and i know Mikko would be so down for it!

Especially if you never experienced a traditional sauna before

Mikko would love to bring you into such an integral part of his culture

Say Mikko invites you to spend a summer in Finland with him

He has his own house or rents a place by a lake with a private sauna

And you want to immerse yourself in the culture

Not only because you want the full-experience

But because you really love Mikko and want to share your life with him and vice-versa

He tells you everything, walks you through every step

(and you are somewhat shocked to learn that this can go on for hours)

Maybe the first time you do it, you keep your swimsuit on for some level of comfort and security.

Mikko doesn’t mind – even though he tries to convince you to take it off

But you go through the whole process and it is so relaxing and fun

And you can tell Mikko loves to see you enjoying yourself so much

Perhaps one night you convince him to use the sauna again

And surprise him by showing up with nothing on

And Mikko is trying not to make it sexual (because that’s not what a sauna is supposed to be)

But you look so fucking sexy that he is losing his mind in the heat

And when the two of you jump into the nearby lake to cool off, he can’t resist pulling you close and kissing you fiercely

(and perhaps you go back in the house and heat up in other ways)

[unluckyhoneybee]

Cale's Best Friend (Mikko Rantanen)

When Cale wasn't as innocent as he pretended to be.

Note: first time writing for Mikko :). So obsessed with the guy.

Warning: alcohol consumption.

He walked out of the restroom still fixing his belt. It was late and he had gotten many drinks. Luckily, he was a big guy.

As he walked down the corridor, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He stopped on his tracks. You.

Mikko frowned and looked around. There was no one but two girls doing something dubiously legal in a corner. But still you were sleeping in a sofa with your dress way to high on your legs and probably too drunk. The posture was bad and your bag was on the floor.

"Fuck, Cale. How do you leave her here alone?" He muttered to himself.

He walked slowly and the two girls noticed his precence. One of them looked at him and smiled but he ignored her. He just reached and touched your arm. "Hey, YN"

You opened your eyes and after a few seconds of looking blankly at him, you smiled.

"Mikko. Hi"

"Hi, YN" He chuckled. You were beautiful but in that moment you were a mess. "Where's Cale?"

"Cale? I don't know any Cale" You giggled and hugged yourself getting more comfortable to sleep more.

"Hey, no. Wake up." Mikko touched your face and you laughed more. "Where is Cale, YN? Your boyfriend Cale"

"M-my boyfriend Cale. I don't have any boyfriend Cale"

"Fuck, YN."

"Yeah. I'd let you do that" You choked out.

"Okay" He took a deep breath and reminded himself how drunk you were. You didn't mean that. You had Cale and probably were very much in love with him. "Sit up."

He was strong but your drunk ass was a dead weight. It was harder than he thought. Once he had you sitting in the sofa, he grabbed your bag and passed it to you. "Okay. I'll go and find Cale. Just wait here"

"Tell him... Cale, yeah? Tell him I love his cheeks. They are so pink and cute"

Mikko smiled and looked into your eyes. She is so fucking cute. He pushed your hair behind your ear. "Don't move, okay?"

"Promised"

Mikko walked fast around the club looking for the pink cheeks guy. Gabe, Nate... There!

"Cale!" He touched his shoulder and his friend turned around.

"Mikko! Try this!"

Cale pushed a drink on his chest, spilling some and wetting his shirt.

"Hey, stop. Man. You are wasted." Mikko said taking the drink from him. "I just found YN sleeping in a sofa."

"YN?! I haven't seen her in ages"

Mikko groaned. "Dude, your girlfriend passed out in a dark corner and you are not even worried" He loved Cale but he was being a big ass asshole.

"My... What?"

"Man. Who is that?" Mikko randomly stopped Bo when he saw you walking down the corridor. You were so fucking pretty.

"That? YN. Haven't you met her? Cale has brought her a couple of times."

You turned around and he saw the Makar written in your back. Shit.

"No. I haven't."

"Well, that's Cale's girl. She is nice"

So nice. Mikko thought.

"Your girlfriend idiot. What's your problem guys? She didn't..."

"YN is not my girlfriend, man. That's..." Cale fake gagged. "She is my best friend!"

Mikko felt his mind foggy for a second. You weren't Cale's girlfriend. You weren't Cale's girlfriend. You weren't Cale's girlfriend.

"Well... She is... Fuck, she is alone and drunk."

"You left my best friend alone and drunk in some corner?!"

"You left your best friend alone and drunk in some corner" He exclaimed when he was already walking back to the dark corner.

He wasn't paying attention so he collided with someone, sending the smaller body flying to the floor. It obviously had to be you.

"Wow, shit. YN sorry" He quickly grabbed you and helped you up. You were giggling.

"Sorry. I'm clumsy"

Mikko chuckled.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" You said looking up into his eyes.

He felt his breath getting stuck on his throat.

"No. No, I'm not." He said with a sigh and you pouted. "Let's go and find Cale" He said in a hurry.

Mikko guided you around the people until you reached Cale. The reaction was of pure happiness. You both hugged each other as if you hadn't seen in ages.

"What the fuck?" Gabe muttered.

"They are so weird, man" Mikko muttered. He was the best trying to hide how affected he was by everything. "I'll go with them and drop them at home"

"You've drunk too."

"I'm calling an Uber"

He managed to get you both outside and then into the Uber.

"Do you mind waiting here?" He asked the driver. "I'll come down in a second."

"It's 5am"

Mikko sighed.

"Fine."

Mikko pushed you two inside Cale's house and groaned when you fell face down in the sofa.

"I'm going to sleep, buddy" Cale told him.

"Cale... Wait..." He tried to call him. He didn't know where you were sleeping. "Shit, Cale"

You groaned from the sofa. "I feel like shit, Cale"

"Cale is already in his room, YN"

"Oh. Hi, Mikko"

"Hi, YN" He softly said.

"I'll just sleep here. Thank you, Mikko"

"You're welcome, YN" He said but walked closer to you anyway. "I'll take your shoes off"

"Thanks" You said and laid your head on a pillow.

Mikko took your shoes off and then covered you with a blanket.

"Can I have a goodnight kiss?" You whispered. You had puppy eyes and your voice was now shy.

He had met the sobber you and this was more of what he knew.

Mikko doubted for long seconds. He barely knew you. You barely knew each other. He just thought you were incredibly pretty and had died of jealousy when he thought Cale was your boyfriend. But he wasn't. But he also didn't know if...

"Please"

Fuck it.

He leaned and kissed your head softly. "Have a good night?"

Before leaving, he rummaged through Cale's bathroom until he found tylenol and then got you a glass of water. He left it on the coffee table and took a last look at you sleeping. Cute.

When you opened your eyes in the morning, the headache was horrible and you didn't remember anything after having some shots with Cale.

"Hey"

You shouted and sat up. Cale was sitting there eating cereal.

"Shit, you idiot"

He chuckled. "Are you good?"

"No" You flopped back on the sofa and groaned.

"Have that"

You looked to your left. "Oh, you got me medicines. How nice"

"I didn't. It was already there"

You frowned. "Really?"

He hummed. "Maybe you got them yourself"

"I don't remember anything"

"Yeah..."

"you neither?"

"Nope"

"Let's never drink like that again"

"You said that too when..."

"Tss"

Cale rolled his eyes.

"Did you talk to him?"

Your cheeks warmed. "I just told you I don't remember anything"

"We did the shots for courage!"

"Shut up!"

Cale was laughing so hard that he almost spilt his cereal. "I really hope I didn't embarrass myself in front of him. He barely knows me. Just imagine the first impression he got from me is my drunk self."

"Mikko is a mess himself. He was probably drunker."

"Still! I don't want him to see me like that! I wanted to give a good impression!"

How wrong you were. The first time Mikko had seen you, you were walking like a goddess dressed in that AVs jersey. He thought you were perfect. But no one knew that, of course.

"YN. I'm sure you did nothing wrong"

Meanwhile. Mikko couldn't stop thinking about how you had literally asked him to fuck you. He was trying so hard to convince himself that it was just the alcohol. It probably got you horny. It had nothing to do with him.

"I hope I didn't. Imagine if I embarrassed myself in front of that man"

"Disgusting." Cale got up and left.

Days passed and neither of you heard from the other. Until some Thursday in the showers.

"Yeah. YN will arrive later from work but she said it's okay" Cale told Nate. "Told her we would wait for her"

"Yeah, no problem" Nate left the showers talking about how he would order the pizza.

Mikko tried to not pay much attention.

"Hey"

"Hey" He looked at Cale.

"We are hanging out at mine. Some of us. I think Nate, JT and Bo. Are you coming?"

Mikko stopped the water and pretended he wasn't really nervous.

"Sure"

"My friend YN will be there. She is staying at mine for a while".

"Oh, I didn't know she was here" Mikko said drying his chest. He wrapped the towel around himself.

"She got a new job. Remember that night when she came with us?"

"Mhm" She asked me to fuck her. I do remember that night.

"That was her first week here."

"Cool. She looks nice"

Cale smiled and nodded. What Mikko didn't know is that he had a plan to get his attention to you. Even when it wasn't necessary.

"Yeah, come home tonight."

"Yeah, I'll be there"

And there he was when you opened the door with a little blonde boy on his lap. The house was full. The guys and their partners were there. What at first it was going to be just Cale and 3-4 friends, was now a full gathering.

"YN" Your best friend caught you standing there and gave you a sweet smile, probably apologizing for the mess.

"Hey, bub" You kissed his cheek and tried to ignore the hard beating of your heart. Mikko was looking at you.

"How was it?"

"I'm really tired, but all good" You patted his chest. "I'm gonna say hi to everyone."

You knew everyone but the little blonde kids that were in the sofa. "Those are Gabe's kids. Last time thing" Cale whispered.

"They are the cutest" You squeaked. The boy was sitting on Mikko's lap while his mum tried to feed him, but he was fighting the spoon for dear life.

"Yeah. And you want him to..."

You slapped Cale's chest. "Shut the fuck up"

"YN!"

Someone called your name and you knew that it was time to say hi. The hardest one was obviously Mikko. But not only for you. He saw you sitting next to him and he almost chocked.

"Hi cutie" You told the little boy. "Ow, you just look like your dad" You caressed his cheek and he giggled. Soon, his sister Linnea was there looking for attention. "And you are so pretty!"

Mikko was watching in awe and barely noticed when the boy started crying.

"Oh, hey. What's wrong?" You sweetly asked him.

"He is sleepy" Linnea said.

"Oh yeah?"

"I'll call Gabe" Mikko said. He wanted to get out...

But you carefully picked the baby and brought him closer to you. "I'll go, if that's okay"

"Yeah, that's perfect" He smiled at you and wow, your checks started burning.

"Hi to you too. I got a bit distracted."

"Don't worry, I understand" He chuckled. "And welcome to the city. I had no idea you were here"

"Thank you very much."

It had been a simply conversation, but when you passed the little sleepy boy to his parents and went to change into comfier clothes, you were shaking. You had to take deep breaths.

When you came out there was already pizza and people sitting everywhere. And obviously, little innocent blush boy Cale had left you to sit right next to Mikko.

It was the most uncomfortable dinner ever. You stayed there eating your pizza in silence and listening to everyone. Then when the food was gone, Mikko and you were still sitting close.

"How's work? Do you like it?" He asked turning to you. He liked how you looked with your comfy clothes and your messy hair.

You smiled. "I love it"

"That's great." He nodded and drank from his soda.

You looked down at your hands.

"It is. I'm just getting used to it and meeting new people and everything." You told him.

"You can tag along with us whenever you want" He said in a low voice. "I hope Cale has already told you that"

You nodded looking at your friend, who was too inmersed in a conversation with Bo about something on their phones.

"I almost tag along with you guys on the celebrations" You told him.

Mikko smiled so big.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm. But my old job... Those pricks had to sent me on a trip to Europe just when my bestie made his dreams come true."

"Cunts" Mikko chuckled.

You laughed and nodded. "The biggest ones"

Mikko looked around. No one was paying attention to you two.

"I thought you were Cale's girlfriend at first." He confessed with some blush creeping up to his cheeks. It didn't go unnoticed by you. "Well, Bo told me actually. He said you were Cale's girl"

Your mind was running so fast. What was the big deal? He though you were Caleb's girlfriend and got jealous? Did he got jealous of Cale because of you? Why would he be bothered by it?

"I have always been, kind of. We have been best friends for ages and it always passed for a relationship. I don't know how many times I have clarified that we are not dating. I'm lucky he is not a scary guy. I'd still be a virgin"

Mikko swallowed. Would Cale have something against him?

"He is so scary. What are you saying? Look at that baby face. It's terrifying"

You laughed out loud and everyone looked.

"What's so funny?" Nate asked.

"We are talking about how scary Cale is" Mikko said. "She said he is not. But c'mon guys. Look at him"

"Yeah, that kid face is..." Gabe faked goosebumps.

"You all suck"

"Actually, I have so many pics of baby Cale. I will look for them guys"

Mikko elbowed you. "We will host a party for that, okay? It can be at mine"

Cale smiled proud when he saw how comfortable you were around Mikko and how interested he was in you. For the rest of the night, you two sat together in your own bubble and even teammed up for playing video games.

"Why do you look at her like that?" Cale whispered behind Mikko while everyone was saying goodbye.

Mikko blushed deeply.

"I'm not"

Cale chuckled.

"Listen, she is single and she is amazing. Go for it if you want to"

Mikko blinked slowly. "Cale, are you okay?"

"Perfect." He chuckled. "I'll distract the others. Go and give her your number"

Mikko felt nervous. Why was he so nervous?

You were saying goodbye to a very sleepy Linnea. The girl was leaning on her dad's shoulder.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?"

She smiled and you said goodbye with your hand before the Landeskog left.

"Can you believe I have played with Gabriel Landeskog kids tonight?" You asked and turned. "Oh. I thought it was Cale." You said shying away.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Mikko chuckled.

You nodded. "I'm a fan, what can I say" You explained.

"An Avs fan or a Gabe fan?"

"Can you be one without being the other?" You asked back with a smirk.

"Good answer." He leaned against the frame. "Do you have your phone in there?"

"Um... Yeah. Here, why?" You asked showing him.

"Unlock it"

You did with a frown in your face and then complained when he smoothly stole it from your hand.

"Shh" He said while writing something down. "Here. Just in case"

Mikko smiled when he passed you the phone and your heart got wild when you saw he had given you his number. "Oh"

Mikko took a step closer and cupped your face before leaning and pressing a soft kiss in your forehead for the second time since he met you. But you didn't know that.

"Have a good night. And... See you in the game."

"Yeah. See you. Bye" You said dumbfounded.

"Bye, YN"

Once everyone had left, Cale grabbed you by your shoulders and shook you. "A kiss!"

"A kiss. I'm going to faint. Shit. Fucking shit."

Your best friend chuckled and hugged you. "You have him wrapped around your finger"

"I don't..."

"You do. And you are wearing his jersey to the game"

"I... No, I can't..."

"YN"

"Cale"

"Fine"

Then three days later, Cale dropped his tie when he heard you shouting his name. You had asked him for a jersey to wear on the game. You were expecting a Makar jersey. But once you opened the bag and checked it...

"I'm going to kill you" You walked in his room. "I'm going to fucking kill you. How was I so stupid!? Of course you would do this."

Rantanen. 96.

"What?! You asked for a jersey"

"One of yours!"

Cale giggled. "You are a bitch, Makar"

Still, you wore it. You could have gotten some other from a corner in the house. But you wore it. The Rantanen written in your back seemed to be burning your skin. Even when you knew it wasn't possible, you were fully aware you were wearing it. That's why you didn't took the jacket off in the arena, claiming that it was cold even though you had enough layers to not need it.

Some of the girls watching the game with you were worried, Melissa even checked your temperature. But you shook your head and told them it was fine. At least both have that A on the chest and one could pass for the other.

They ended up loosing. Which left you kind of defeated because they had played so well.

As you waited for Cale to come out, one of the girls talked about going for dinner somewhere or at someone's to cheer the boys a bit. "Come with us, yeah?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Hey, bub" Cale appeared and hugged you.

"Hi" You kissed his cheek and gave him a big squeeze. "You were great tonight, bub"

"Thank you" He sadly smiled.

You caressed his cheeks.

"Do you know if..." You started slowly. Cale chuckled and pinched your cheek.

"He is inside."

"But he is fine, right?"

Mikko had gotten in a fight, nothing to serious, but you were worried.

"He is."

Cale drove you to Nate's, who had offered the house for those who wanted to have a couple of beers and forget about the game. They didn't have another one in a few days so it was fine.

"I'm at Nate MacKinnon's"

Cale chuckled. "You are friends with the Avs"

"If you tell me this some years ago, I wouldn't have believed you"

"Take that jacket off"

"No"

"Whats the point of wearing his jersey if he is not going to see it?"

"We only texted once because I sent him a pic of you and that was only yesterday"

"You what?"

"This is not about you, Makar"

He rolled his eyes. "Just... He likes you, I promise. He is my friend and I trust him. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't."

You sighed and your eyes softened. "I know. It's just a lot. I've had a crush on him for ages"

"I can't believe you didn't come here sooner" Cale said.

"Well, I wasn't available. I would have come with you without doubt"

"Yeah. I know."

"Take your time. But if you really want it go for it."

You nodded and looked at the house.

You had never been there but soon they made you feel at home, just like everyone else. You had been talking to the girls for a while while the boys were in the backyard.

Mikko couldn't avoid watching you. You still had your jacket on even though the house was warm. Even outside was warm. But he didn't think much about it. He could only think about how beautiful you were and how welcomed you were in the group and how much he would like you to be there with him.

The guys were playing some beer pong like fucking kids. But they were having fun, something they needed after the game. It wasn't his turn, so he was just standing there with a beer on his hand when he saw you getting up. You came back only a couple of minutes later and your jacket was gone. He couldn't see it, but your cheeks were pink because of the looks and smiles the girls were giving you. He couldn't hear what you were saying either.

"Don't say anything. It was all Cale. He probably grabbed the wrong one by mistake" You tried to explain even though not even you could believe the lie.

Then you turned around and Mikko chocked on his beer.

"Dude" Artturi laughed. "Man, are you good?"

He was having a cough fit but couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Cale" He said.

He turned around. "What?"

"Come here for a second"

They walked away from the others.

"What the fuck is that?" He pointed at YN.

"My best friend"

"And why does she have my jersey?"

"She asked for one for the game"

Mikko's heart wanted to jump out of his chest.

"One of mine?"

"One in general. She likes to match with us. She is so nice that she offered to pay..."

"Why did you give her mine?"

Mikko was stressed. He was having so many thoughts, so many theories, that he couldn't process them all.

"It happened to be yours"

"Bullshit" Mikko pointed at him. "I will only ask once. What's going on? You tell me to give her my number. You tell me to go for it. You give her my jersey. What are you doing?"

Cale took a deep breath and grabbed Mikko by his shoulders. "She likes you. And you like her."

"Man"

"Mikko. I know it"

"And what do I do? I don't know her. I just know she is so fucking beautiful and has a great sense of humor and she..."

Cale let him ramble about all the things that Mikko had caught from you.

"Okay, enough reasons. Go and talk to her. That's enough."

Mikko took a deep breath and waited and waited until he saw you walking into the kitchen. He decided to go in too, but using the garden's door instead to not make it so obvious. You heard the click when he closed it behind him and turned around to see who it was. You face heated up and your heart rate skyrocketed when you saw him there. You couldn't hide now.

He was smirking. That little bitch.

"Hey, YN"

"Hi, Mikko" You shyly said.

He smiled and moved closer. The stutter in your breath didn't scape his eye.

"You look good" He simply said. He could do better, yes. But his mind was going too fast to focus.

"T-thank you. It was Cale... I think it was a mistake or..."

Mikko laughed and you stopped talking. "I believe he did it on purpose, YN."

"Oh, yeah. Probably. He is a bitch. The shy and boring facade is just that..."

Mikko laughed again and leaned against the counter.

"But really, you look good. The color suits you"

"Thank you" You muttered.

"It's really a pity the game went like that"

"You played good. And won that fight."

That was a bit of an ego boost. He wouldn't deny it.

"Yeah."

"That guy really had nothing to do. Like... Why would a guy as tall as a 5 years old kid want to fight this really big Finnish guy." You giggled, which he found amusing. "You did good" You patted his chest.

"Thank you"

You opened the beer can and took a sip. For courage.

Mikko watched you closely. "Do you mind if I take that away?"

"What?"

"The last time you drank around me I had to carry Cale and you home." He said with a grin.

You gasped.

"What?"

"You don't remember" Mikko said.

"No. No. What did I do?" You ran tour hands through your hair with distress in your face.

Mikko bit his lip. "You got lost and fell asleep on some random sofa"

"I didn't embarrass myself, right?"

Mikko thought that he would keep the fact that you asked him to fuck you for himself.

"Not much, no. Don't worry about that." He touched your chin and you looked down flustered.

"So... The water and Tylenol was you"

"Mhm."

"You didn't got one for Cale, tho" You said with a grin.

"Well, he went directly to bed. Plus, he didn't remember where you were."

"He deserved the headache then"

Mikko nodded with a laugh.

You bit your lip. He was so perfect.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah"

"When you told me you though Cale and I were dating... Were you jealous?"

Mikko froze. Was it that obvious?

"Kind of?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Oh"

"I thought you were really beautiful. You should have seen yourself that day" He said already knowing how flustered he would get you. "But then you were wearing an 8 in your back. Ouch." He said pretending to grab his heart. It made you giggle and look down at your hands.

"I'm wearing a 96 now, aren't I?"

Mikko looked at you with an incredulous smile. Well, I have to do something, right?

He took a step and cornered you against the refrigerator. You panted and looked up at his baby blue eyes. He must be the most beautiful man in the world. Mikko grinned at your reaction and felt flattered by the way you were looking at him. Cale may be right.

It was funny how you, in a desperate action, got in your tip toes and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Your lips clashed and you both sighed in relief. You may just knew each other from only a couple of times, but the chemistry was so real.

Mikko cupped your face with his big hands and deepened the kiss. You were trapped between his big body and the fridge, his hips pressing you into it. Not that you complained. The kiss was slow and deep and it felt as if you had kissed a thousand times already. You just knew that you didn't want to stop. Your wandering hands told him when they sneaked under his shirt and timidly felt the skin on his lower back. It encouraged him you tilt your head up and kiss all over your face and neck, nibbling your earlobe and then gracefully finding that sensitive spot in your neck. Your knees were a jelly mess by the time he pecked your lips and pulled back to look into your eyes. Mikko had you right were he wanted to and he was really proud of himself.

"You are perfect" He whispered.

You smiled and pulled him for another kiss.

"Come home with me tonight"

Your eyes opened like plates and a soft gasp left your lips. Your legs clenched and a shot of electricity ran over your body.

"Okay" A smile escaped your lips.

Mikko smiled so big and kissed yoy again. "Just tell me when you want to leave"

You nodded and bit your lip.

Mikko and you exchanged some kisses before parting ways. The girls obviously commented about your messy hair and silly smile. On the other hand, Cale received Mikko with a big hug.

"Hey" EJ pushed Mikko slightly. "Is YN wearing your jersey?"

The thought of the guys knowing, but also the ideas he had in mind for later, make Mikko blush and grin. "She is"

"And why is that?" EJ elbowed him with a silly smile. At the end, everyone already knew about Mikko's obvious crush on Cale's best friend.

"I'm just a lucky guy, I suppose" He said with a side.

Through the glass, his eyes connected to yours and Mikko smile. "You were right, Cale. You were so right"

"You are so damn lucky, man" Cale said and patted his shoulder.

[bitchinbarzal]

Could you write prompt 14 ”you’re the most important thing for me” for Mikko Rantanen? Love your writing❤️

You felt like you’d been hit by a truck but you couldn’t be happier.

All the pain, the screaming and the tears were all worth it when you saw the scene infront of you.

Mikko was holding Lumi’s tiny body in his hands, she fit right into his hands.

“Sweet girl, you’re the most important thing to me. Welcome to the world Lumi” he mumbles, his pointer finger tracing her bottom lip as she pouts in her sleep.

From the moment you found out you were pregnant he had been praying for a babygirl. You’d been so convinced you were having a little boy but the moment the balloon popped and pink confetti spread out across your backyard and you saw the elation on his face you had never been so happy to be proved wrong.

Now she was here and everything had fallen into place, he was holding his girl, his whole world in his hands

“You’re my world Lu, my whole world”

[kaleforcale888]

☆ Request guidelines ☆

How do I request?

To request, I ask that you either go through my inbox or pm me. Please be very specific about what you want, and I will write it if I am comfortable with the request. If you are not sure whether it is something I will write or not, feel free to pm me and I will get back to you.

Word count:

You can add how long you would like the story but that does not always mean that I can guarantee the that length. Some are easier to write and others may just be blurbs, that being said you can suggest a length but that is truly up to me, as the author.

When requesting:

Please, please, please be nice and polite. Using manners gets you a long way and I am more likely to write something when you have been nice. I also ask that you are patient with me seeing as it can take me anywhere from a day to a couple of months to get something written. I am both in my Junior year of college and senior year of high school, all while having a job. It is not often that I get to write like I would like to, so having patience would be greatly appreciated.

Who I write for:

☆ Cale Makar

☆ Jack Hughes

☆ Luke Hughes

☆ Mikko Rantanen

What I will write:

☆ Fluff

☆ Angst (if I’m comfortable with it)

☆ Most tropes

☆ All stories are female!reader unless stated otherwise.

What I will not write:

☆ Any form of smut

☆ Anything with dark themes such as:

- abuse

- anything you would consider a dark situation.

- toxic relationships

- racism / homophobia or anything of those natures

- I’m sure there is more, I just forgot.

[ilyasorokinn]

colorado avalanche

* = from a prompt list

artturi lehkonen !

imagines,

✷ perfect time - artturi had been planning on proposing for months, but could never find the right time. that perfect time finally presents itself when they're both covered in snow. (part of “taylor’s very merry christmas” series)

blurbs,

✷ game winner - artturi, the winner.

nathan mackinnon !

imagines,

✷ better man - a fic based on "better man" from taylor swift's red album. (from the “taylor’s version” series)

blurbs,

✷ spicy tofu - nate is playing a game and gets the call that y/n, his wife, is in labor. *

✷ a “work” trip - nate and y/n used to date. people used to think they were the “it” couple. so when they break up, it’s quite the surprise. after a few years, nate moves on and gets engaged. y/n gets an invite, but she just can’t find it herself to go. *

✷ time to move on - y/n confronts nate, and tells him it’s time to move on. (part two to “a “work” trip”)

✷ sheep keychains - nate comes home after a roadie, and gives y/n a keychain with a sheep on it. *

✷ two month secret - y/n and nate keep a pretty big secret for two months. *

✷ consequences of my own actions - after the hit, little patrick mackinnon is worried for him.

✷ the injured guy - after “the injury”, y/n plays the dutiful girlfriend, and takes care of nate.

✷ shot glasses - nate comes home from a roadie with a little gift for y/n. *

✷ post-roadie ice cream - after every road trip, the mackinnon's get a treat to celebrate nate being back, and more often than not, it's ice cream. *

cale makar ! (no longer write for)

imagines,

✷ a big warm welcome - the avs organization, as well as the team, welcome annabelle makar to their family. 

blurbs,

✷ auntie y/n and uncle cale - after seeing y/n with a baby, cale starts thinking about their future together.

mikko rantanen !

blurbs,

✷ 2 months - y/n and mikko broke up. 2 months later, they finally meet up and talk about the why, *

miles wood !

blurbs,

✷ jamie and miles - with y/n off on a girl's trip, that left miles alone with little jamie wood.

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