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[flaticeball]

a jew review of: nhl team happy hanukkah posts

good evening and chag sameach to my hanukkah-celebrating pals out there on hockeyblr. today i bring you: a non-comprehensive and entirely subjective review from one (1) jewish hockey fan of the graphics posted by various nhl teams in celebration of the first night tonight. i definitely missed some, and some teams didn't post any at all, so it's a bit patchwork. here we go.

vancouver canucks: this is an extremely serviceable graphic. love the blurred dreidels to give the effect that they are spinning. very funny. props for the detail that there is a shadow of the menorah on the ice. straightforward. icemenorah is a themeTM but some did it better than others and this is a classic. 7/10

post continues under the cut for the sake of your dash and mine.

carolina hurricanes: obsessed with what the canes have done here though i cannot comprehend it. the weird techno style textured background. the out of focus magen david around. THE HURRICANES. IN HEBREW. WITH THE LITTLE CANES LOGO THING I FORGET THE NAME OF ON THE HEI? INCREDIBLE. points for creativity. overall baffling vibes. 6/10.

pittsburgh penguins: this is just adorable. you hired someone to draw this. spectacular work, guys. it's giving a bit of 'we browsed the target hanukkah deco section for inspo' but it's too adorable for me to care. it's team themed, it's hockey themed, it's holiday appropriate. love everything going on here. they get points for doing what very few other teams are doing and remembering this is night one, so only one candle is lit. most everyone else is getting a bit a head of themselves. 9/10.

washington capitals: and here we have another edition of the icemenorah, with a minimalist twist. this graphic screams 'oh fuck wait is that tonight' which to be fair is also how i, a jew, felt about realizing tonight was the first night of hanukkah. could'a done more, but it's perfectly fine. 6/10.

new jersey devils: this fucks. it's got devils themes. it's got a cool style. it's got vibes. it's got: more hockey stick menorahs which i am always excited about. that shamash candle is a graphic design nightmare but other than that i am all on board. 8/10

vegas golden knights: i love the gold foil effect and that you remembered there was more to hanukkah than candles, that's nice, as is involving the other affiliates! however. where are the vibes. this is not the vgk wishes you a chag sameach, this is a greeting card i got on etsy. 6/10 just bc i KNOW you can do better. where's the neon, babes.

los angeles kings: oh this is fun. it's icemenorah: WITH A TWIST. the art style is cute, it's got plenty of hockey theme, it's also very obviously LA-y, i'm giving them points for this one. the shadow is insane but that's okay, it's ~stylistic. it's cute. 7/10. UPDATE: definitely AI. boo hiss. 0/10.

montréal canadiens: this is probably my favourite for sheer vibes. you got: levitating icemenorah. you got: action-shot candle lighting. you got: remembering this is night ONE. you got: the implication that the torch is the shamash candle????? you got: JOYEUSE HANOUKKA!!!!!!!! (and like happy hanukkah or whatever i guess). obsessed. it's so funny. it's amazing. 9/10.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Thick Thighs Are My Demise (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.2k

Cole was head over heels for you. He adored you and thought you were perfect just the way you were. You happened to be on the plus size but he didn't care at all. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and he made it obvious by the way he treated you. He would open doors for you, pull out your chairs, and treat you like a princess. Every day he would shower you with love and tell you how beautiful you were. Cole was typing on his computer at your shared apartment, trying to finish up some work when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. There you were walking around in your thigh-high socks, looking absolutely amazing. They were always his weakness, and he couldn't take his eyes off you. "You know, wearing those around the house isn't really fair." You heard Cole's low voice coming from the computer and turned to see him staring at you with a cheeky grin. You couldn't help but smile and sauntered over, swaying your hips and drawing his attention to you again. You loved the way he reacted when you wore your thigh-high socks, and tonight you were wearing his favorite pair. "Not fair?" You asked innocently. "Why's that, baby?"

Cole watched as you sauntered over, his eyes drinking in every curve of your body. The way you moved in those thigh-highs was mesmerizing. When you reached him, he pulled you onto his lap so you straddled him. His hands slid up your thighs, caressing the soft skin. "It's not fair because you know exactly what they do to me," he murmured huskily against your neck before placing a trail of kisses along your jawline. "I can barely focus on my work when you're prancing around looking irresistible." Cole pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "But I think we both know I'd never last that long with you, sweetheart. Your body is too tempting, these sexy socks too distracting…" He slid one hand down to cup your ass through the thin fabric, giving it a firm squeeze. His hands continued their exploration, one hand cupping your breast through your shirt while the other dipped below the waistband of your shorts. "And I don't think I want to focus on anything else right now except worshipping this sexy body of yours." Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his eyes on your body. As he pulled you onto his lap, you felt his hard length pressing against you, and you couldn't help but let out a slight moan. You loved the way he talked to you, his sweet words making you melt. As his hands started to explore you, you leaned forward, brushing your lips teasingly against his ear. "Worship me?" You whispered, your voice low and husky. You felt his hand on your bottom and sighed, enjoying the roughness as he squeezed. "How exactly do you plan on worshipping me?"

Cole groaned softly as you brushed your lips against his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He loved it when you got playful like this. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he purred, his voice deep and full of promise. One hand slid under your shirt, his fingers skimming across your smooth skin until he reached the clasp of your bra. With deft movements, he unhooked it and tossed it aside along with your shirt, freeing your breasts. "First, I'm going to worship these perfect tits of yours." Cole took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak as his hand kneaded your other breast. He lavished each one with attention, sucking and licking until you were writhing in his lap. His other hand slipped inside your shorts, finding your slick folds. A gasp escaped your lips as Cole's warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arched your back, pushing more of yourself into his touch, craving more of that delicious sensation. His skilled tongue and lips worked magic on your breasts, leaving you breathless and aching for more. As his hand delved into your shorts, you felt his fingers brush against your clit, making you quiver. "Cole…oh god," you whimpered, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand. Your body was already responding eagerly to his touch, your arousal building rapidly. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close to your chest as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts. "Please…I need more," you begged, your voice thick with desire. Cole growled in response to your plea, his actions becoming more urgent. He released your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop, trailing kisses down your stomach as he hooked his fingers inside your shorts, sliding them lower on your hips. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing circles around it as his fingers teased your entrance. "What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and lust. He wanted to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, wanted to hear you beg for him.

Your hips rolled against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. "I need you inside me," you breathed out, your words tinged with desperation. "Please, Cole, fuck me. I'm so wet for you, baby." As you spoke, you reached between your bodies, fumbling with the button of his jeans, eager to free his cock. You needed to feel him, all of him, stretching and filling you up. Once you managed to get his zipper down, you slid your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He was hard and hot in your grasp, pulsing with need. "I want this big dick buried deep in my pussy," you panted, stroking him slowly. "Fuck me hard, Cole. Make me scream your name." Cole's breath caught at your words, his cock throbbing in your grip. He loved when you took charge like this and demanded what you wanted. It only turned him on more. With a hungry growl, he dropped to his knees, tugging your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion but leaving the thigh-highs on. He spread your thighs wide, exposing your dripping sex to his gaze. "Fuck, you're soaked," he rasped, burying his face between your legs. His tongue darted out, lapping at your slit before focusing on your clit. He suckled the sensitive bud, flicking it with the tip of his tongue as his thumbs parted your folds, allowing him better access. Cole ate you out with gusto, his mouth and tongue working tirelessly to bring you to the edge. Your back arched as Cole's talented tongue assaulted your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he devoured your pussy. His suction and flicks had you seeing stars, your hips rocking against his face in search of more contact. "Yes, yes, just like that!" you cried out, your voice high and needy. The combination of his mouth on your clit and his thumbs spreading your lips had you teetering on the brink of climax. "Don't stop, Cole! I'm gonna come!" With a final thrust of his tongue, you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you in intense waves. You rode out the pleasure, moaning loudly as your juices coated Cole's chin.

Cole didn't relent even as you came undone beneath him, continuing to lick and suckle your spasming flesh until your tremors subsided. He savored the taste of your release, relishing in the knowledge that he'd driven you wild. Finally, he lifted his head, kissing a path up your stomach to your breasts, still swollen and sensitive from his earlier attentions. He took a nipple into his mouth once more, nursing it gently as his hands roamed your curves. "Mmm, you taste incredible, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with satisfaction. "Now, about getting that cock of mine inside you…" With a wicked grin, Cole stood, pulling you up with him. He quickly shed his clothes, revealing his impressive erection, then spun you around to face the desk. "Bend over, sweetheart." Still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, you complied with Cole's command, bending over the desk and bracing your hands on the surface. The position exposed your dripping pussy to him, and you felt his heated gaze on your backside. "Look at that pretty pink hole, so wet and ready for me," he praised, running a finger through your slick folds. You felt him position himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. "I'm going to fill you up so good, baby," he promised, his voice low and gravelly with lust. With a powerful thrust, he sank into you, stretching and claiming you in one smooth stroke. You cried out at the sudden invasion, your walls clenching around him as he filled you completely. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Cole groaned at the tight, velvety heat of your pussy enveloping his cock. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling, before starting to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts at first, driving into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. But soon, his rhythm quickened, hips snapping forward as he claimed you harder and faster. "Take it, baby, take every fucking inch," he grunted, one hand gripping your hip while the other snaked around to rub your clit. The dual stimulation had you seeing stars, your inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him. Cole pounded into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. "You like that, don't you? Being fucked hard and deep?"

"Yes, oh god yes!" you wailed, your voice muffled against the desk as Cole's relentless pace drove you wild. Each deep thrust hit your sweet spot perfectly, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. His rough handling only added to the frenzy, the slap of his hips against your ass punctuating every word. "Harder, Cole, please! Fuck me harder!" You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Your clit throbbed under his fingers, begging for attention, and you felt another climax building, this one potentially more explosive than the last. "I'm gonna come again, Cole! Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" Cole doubled his efforts, hammering into you with abandon as he felt your impending orgasm approaching. He circled your clit faster, applying more pressure, wanting nothing more than to push you over the edge. "That's it, baby, let go. Come all over my cock," he urged, his own release barreling towards him. Your cries of ecstasy spurred him on, each sound music to his ears. He could feel your pussy tightening around him, squeezing his shaft like a vise as you neared your peak. "Come on, give it to me. Soak my dick with your cum," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. One final twist of your clit sent you hurtling into oblivion, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your world shattered into a million pieces as your orgasm ripped through you, stealing the breath from your lungs. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, leaving you boneless and trembling in its wake. Your pussy clenched rhythmically around Cole's pistoning cock, milking him for all he was worth. "Cole, fuck, I'm coming!" you screamed, your voice raw and ragged. Through the haze of pleasure, you felt him swell inside you, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied himself deep within your spasming channel. His hot seed painted your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. Cole collapsed against your back, both of you gasping for air as the aftershocks of your shared climax rippled through your bodies. He peppered your neck and shoulders with soft kisses, murmuring praise and endearments against your sweat-dampened skin. "God, that was incredible," he breathed, nuzzling your hair. "You're amazing. I love you so much." Gently, he eased out of you, his softened cock slipping free with a gush of combined fluids. He helped you stand straight, turning you to face him and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "I hope you know how lucky I am to have you," he murmured against your mouth. "I never want to be without you. You're my everything." As Cole held you close, his warmth seeping into your chilled skin, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. In his arms, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in perfect harmony. You returned his kiss with equal passion, pouring all your love and devotion into the embrace. When you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked on his adoring gaze. "And I'm the luckiest person alive to have you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "You make me feel seen, heard, and understood in ways no one else ever has. I love you, Cole, now and forever." A single tear tracked down your cheek, but there was no sorrow in it – only joy and gratitude for this man who had captured your heart so thoroughly.

[dearstvckyx]

how the hockey boys would react to you wearing their jersey for the first time as their girlfriend

Cole Caufield

cole would only be able to catch a glimpse of you in the crowd, he sees you are wearing a canadiens jersey but not who’s.

he sees you taking pictures with you friend and knows your gonna post them on instagram or at least to your story.

when they go back to the locker room after the first period he instantly grabs his phone to see if you posted, and you did to your story.

he hesitates a bit and finally clicks the story and sees a photo of you facing towards the rink and the name Caufield and the number 22 staring back at him.

cole would immediately feel a rush of pride seeing you in his jersey. It's a symbol of your support for him and his career.

his heart would likely be beating faster than normal. he also starts blushing to the point the guys on the team start teasing him.

he’d probably be unable to keep the wide grin off his face during the rest of the game.

when he scores a goal he’ll point towards you mouthing the words, “my good luck charm right there”

Jack Hughes

jack would feel a sense of pride seeing you in his jersey, he would definitely start bragging

he would be surprised but happy, as he didn't expect you to be wearing his jersey. since you were sitting with other wags he thought you would dress formal or something.

he’ll definitely show off on the rink to impress you more, which ends up with luke teasing the hell out of him

when the games over, with the devils having won 7-2 against the Kings he’s the first to change out of his gear and ignore the interviewees to find you

when he does he spins you around to see his name and number on your back

he then makes you promise to always wearing his jerseys whenever you come to a game.

Jamie Drysdale

jamie’s heart would skip a beat the moment he caught sight of you in the crowd, proudly wearing his jersey.

he’d be shocked at first but then turn cocky and showing you off to his teammates and his coach or equipment people.

when the game starts he’s showing off every-chance he gets.

after every goal that he makes he ALWAYS points to you.

he’ll literally start talking to the opponents telling them “my girls here, its her first game and shes wearing MY jersey”

when the games over his team has one 6-3 which half of those goals being from jamie.

once you two reunite he’s taking a picture and sending it to his groupchat that consists of him, trevor, cole, alex, jack, luke and quinn.

is literally rambling about you in the groupchat. it finally got to the point where jack kicked him out.

(don’t worry trevor ended up adding him back)

Luke Hughes

jack would point you out to luke. his eyes would instantly light up when he sees you and he’d have the biggest grin on his face.

he’d feel a sense of pride wash over him. seeing you wearing his jersey would make him feel like you're really his.

he would likely be quite flustered and blush a little, not used to seeing you in his clothes.

seeing you in his jersey would make him think of all the times you've supported him and been there for him. from high school to umich to the pro league.

he’d definitely make a point to tell you how good you look in his jersey. he’d make sure you know that he loves seeing you in it (take that how you want).

made you promise to wear his number all the time, but you ended up getting your friend to make a custom one with devils and canucks colors/logo alongside quinn jacks and lukes number.

Mitch Marner

he’d feel a sense of pride, seeing you in his jersey.

he’d definitely pull you in for a tight hug, not able to contain his joy.

he might tease you a little, saying something like, "It looks better on you than it does on me."

he’d have a soft look in his eyes, clearly touched by your show of support.

he’d probably show you off to his teammates, proudly declaring, "that’s my girl!” and when you leave the locker room some of the guys are teasing him about you.

he’d might snap a picture of you wearing his jersey after the game wanting to capture the moment (and maybe make it his lockerscreen)

he’d definitely feel loved, seeing you proudly wearing his jersey.

Nico Hischier

he wouldn't be able to hide the smile that slowly spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of you wearing it.

he would feel a mixture of pride and affection. it’s one thing for him to see his fans wearing his jersey, but it's an entirely different feeling to see his girlfriend wearing it.

nico might tease you a bit, just to see you get all flustered. joking that the jersey looks better on you than it does on him. but behind the teasing, he would genuinely be thrilled that you're wearing it.

he would probably take a picture of you in his jersey, sending it to the devils group chat showing you off.

would mumble in his language about how “pretty” and “cute” you look

always asks you if your coming to a game and if your wearing his jersey

and if you wanna know what happens when you wear anothers teammates jersey well… try it and find out 😉😉

Quinn Hughes

he would feel a surge of pride and affection seeing you represent not just him but his team as well.

he’d be slightly taken aback initially, as he wasn't expecting to see you in his jersey. he’d try to play it cool, but the surprise and happiness in his eyes would give him away. (which results in his teammates and the fans questioning why he’s so happy)

he’d have a constant smile on his face for the rest of the day, unable to hide how much he loves seeing you in his jersey.

would get you every type of jersey with his last name and number just for you to wear every game and when just random days when your shopping or getting your nails or hair done.

would call his mom bragging about it (cause let’s be honest quinns the type to gossip with ellen 😭)

definitely takes a photo when your not looking and makes it both his homescreen, lockscreen and your contact photo.

Trevor Zegras

doesn’t even know your coming to his game and when he sees you he would be surprised, at first.

the surprise would quickly turn into a wide grin, clearly pleased with the sight.

he’d would pull out his phone immediately to snap a picture, before he goes out wanting to remember the moment.

he’d tease you lightly, joking about how you're his number one fan now. even going as far as saying, “let me guess, you have a fan account for me”. (he’d definitely become cocky)

trevor would insist on showing you off to his teammates, pointing you out to the crowd when he’s on the bench. and when he’s on the ice he’s bragging about you to his opponents.

seeing you in his jersey would remind him of his feelings for you, making him fall for you all over again.

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a/n: please ignore any spelling mistakes 😆 unless you see duo then please lmk 🩶

[inspectorseb]

I need this footage NOW

[nationalhammerleague]

Can you hit Arber xhekaj REALLY REALLY hard with a hammer pls

hitting arber xhekaj with hammer

[514hockey]

According to the TVA Sports broadcasters, Gallagher told the journalists this morning that Cole knows all the "milestones stats" for the team. Nerd.

[lam-ila]

i love him and his varying facial expressions

also love that he’s wearing jake’s sweatshirt and hat

[shy4turcs]

OH LORD

THE COLE CONTENT TODAY HAS BEEN SO YUMMY

[seabsbiscuit]

BLACKEYE

~Arber Xhekaj Protecting You Imagine

You honestly didn't even know what exacly had happened. Few seconds after the face-off Arber had dropped his gloves. The guy from the other team was coming at him fast but Arber had enough experience and intuition to read his opponent, oh and unraveling rage...he had plenty of that on the ice.

The other guy got the first two good hits, Arber's helmet fell down on the floor and you instantly got up from your seat behind the bench of the Habs. It sure wasn't the first time that you've seen Arber fight, happened every other week. But everytime his head was left unprotected you felt yourself getting more and more nervous, you reached to the front to grab Juraj's shoulder. He looked around and gave you an encouraging nod.

Just in that moment a noise went through the crowd in the rafters. Your eyes went back from Juraj to the rink. Arber had lifted the other guy up and threw him on the ice. He let out a few cuss words before independently making his way to the penalty box.

*

After the game was over you made your way to the hallway the team would pass. You high fived a few guys and Kaiden gave you a quick hug as he knew how much nerves Arber's fights cost you sometimes.

And last he came, one of his knuckles bleeding and one of his eyes bruised. You reached for his hand and he grabbed you and pulled you close placing a tender kiss on your lips "Just another day at the office babe", he whispered. "I'm proud of you", you answered with a long kiss in return.

And you really were, because as much as he threw his gloves away on the ice, you had never seen Arber loose his temper off of it. He was calm and gentle and you always felt safe with him. He was your rock and you could always count on him.

"I'll see you in a bit.", he grinned down on you. "Yeah go and get a shower", you laughed as you ran your hands through his wet and sweaty hair.

You watched him walk down to the Habs lockerroom and let out a sigh, happy that the nerve-wrecking part of the day was over.

Now you had a bit of time left until you and Arber would drive home, so you decided to go and get you some nachos while you waited. You loved them and Arber loved to eat the rest as he was always hungry after a game. There was still a bit of a queue so you needed to wait a bit.

Just as your food was almost ready you heard running footsteps behind you. It was Kaiden, almost out of breath "You gotta come, Arber got into a fight." You didn't understand "Wha-" but Kaiden just grabbed you by the arm and dragged you with him.

When you came there the tension was still high. Arber was being held back by Juraj and Josh on one side of the hallway while the other guy, the guy who Arber had thrown on the ice, was held back by some of his teammates on the other side. They were shouting and calling each other names while you could hear their teammates trying to calm them down.

You had never seen that look on Arber's face. Never. There was a little bit of blood on his cheek, right beneath the already bruised eye. The other guy held his head and stumbled a bit while still shouting at Arber.

Juraj and Josh finally ended the situation and Juraj shoved Arber, whose fists were still clenched into a room while Josh hissed a last few words towards the other guys until they left as well.

Kaiden and you went in as well. "Talk to him.", Juraj said. And they both left.

Arber was sitting there, his leg was shaking and he was looking at floor. You sat down beside him and placed a hand on the back of his head. "What happened ?"

He looked to you, eyes piercing straight to your soul. You could still see all the tension boiling inside of him. And you could see sadness.

"Arber what did he do ? I've never seen you get into fights off the ice. Never." you were honestly shocked. And you knew that the other guys had been just as shocked. Otherwise Kaiden wouldn't have come running and Josh wouldn't have gotten involved and Juraj wouldn't have been so serious.

Arber got up and turned himself away from you "He said something bad about you. I told him to shut up, but he didn't. I warned him again but he kept calling you names and then I lost it."

You walked over to him and turned him around to face you. All the rage in his eyes was gone, he looked at you like a hurt puppy and pulled your head on his chest, holding you close "I know it was stupid."

"I can't believe you did that for me.", you mumbled.

[blakeswritingimagines]

You Look So Cute Down There (Kinktober)

Word Count: 2.9k

It was a lazy afternoon, and Kirby Dach and you were lounging on the couch in your small apartment. Kirby, a tall and muscular hockey player, lazily wrapped his arm around your petite frame, and you snuggled against him contentedly. As he absentmindedly traced circles over your shoulder, his fingers began to drift lower, tracing the curves of your body. The touch was innocent enough, but there was something about the way his hands moved and covered nearly your entire stomach that stirred a heat in the pit of your stomach. As Kirby's hands continued to roam across your body, tracing the curves of your frame, you couldn't help but feel a stirring heat building within you. You snuggled closer to him, your body molding against his muscular form. Kirby seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the television in front of you, but his hands betrayed his thoughts. They continued to move lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

Kirby's large hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he explored this new territory, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "You're so tiny," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His other hand cupped your face, tilting it up towards him as if seeking permission for what he wanted to do next. You tilted your head up to meet Kirby's gaze, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. The way he looked at you, his eyes darkening with desire, sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. You felt so small and fragile compared to him, his large hand resting possessively on your bare stomach, sending little sparks of pleasure through your body. A small, involuntary gasp escaped your lips at his touch, and you found yourself leaning into him, silently begging for more. "And you're so big," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Kirby's thumb brushed over your bottom lip, a smirk playing on his mouth as he took in your reaction to his touch. "I know I'm bigger than you, sweetheart," he said, his deep voice dripping with a confidence born from years of physical dominance on the ice. His hand slid further under your shirt, fingers splaying wide as they explored the dip of your waist before drifting higher, skimming the underside of your breasts. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you." His words were a promise, a vow to protect and cherish every inch of your delicate form.

Your heart thundered in your chest as Kirby's touch skimmed over your skin, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You shivered at the huskiness of his voice, the promise in his words sending a thrill through your body. "I know you will," you murmured, your own voice a breathless whisper. You arched under his touch, craving more of his possessive, gentle touch. The feeling of being completely enveloped by his body and his promises of protection and desire was overwhelming, and you found yourself submitting to him completely and easily. Kirby's hand slid fully under your shirt now, his palm coming to rest just below your breast. He could feel the rapid beat of your heart, the quick rise and fall of your chest as your breathing grew shallow. With a gentleness that belied his size, he cupped the soft mound, his thumb brushing over the peak until it hardened under his touch. "You're so responsive," he murmured appreciatively, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "I love how you react to me." His other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the smooth skin, his tongue darting out to taste you. The feel of Kirby's hand on your breast, coupled with his hot breath against your ear and the gentle caress of his tongue on your neck, had you swooning against him. His possessive touches and tender words of appreciation only served to ignite the fire within you, making you crave more of him. "Only for you," you gasped, arching your neck to give him better access. You tangled your fingers in the fabric of the couch cushions, holding on for dear life as Kirby's touch and kisses threatened to consume you.

Kirby's lips trailed down the side of your neck, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. "Mmm, you taste even sweeter than I imagined," he growled, his voice rough with desire. His hand left your breast to slide up your ribcage, his fingers dipping beneath the strap of your bra to toy with the delicate lace. "Let me see all of you, please," he urged, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over your exposed flesh, taking in the sight of your pert nipples, already puckered and begging for his touch. "So cute." Your skin tingled and burned wherever Kirby's lips, teeth, and fingers touched, a wave of heat spreading through you. The way he said please, his voice thick with desire, made you eager to comply. You lifted your arms to let him remove your shirt, feeling a shiver of anticipation as his eyes roamed over your now-exposed flesh. At his compliment, you couldn't help but let out a small, breathless laugh. "Only you would call them cute," you murmured. Kirby chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "Well, they are," he insisted, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as the lacy garment fell away. He palmed your breasts, his large hands engulfing the small mounds. "Perfect for my mouth," he added, leaning down to capture one nipple between his lips. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the bud as his hand kneaded the other breast. The dual sensations of his mouth and fingers working in tandem had you squirming against him, a needy whimper escaping your lips.

Your back arched and you let out a soft moan as Kirby's mouth and fingers worked their magic on your sensitive flesh. His touch was simultaneously gentle and possessive, and you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure he was bringing you. "Kirby," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Please…more." Kirby released your nipple with a pop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he gazed up at you. "As you wish, baby girl," he rumbled, his voice thick with lust. He captured your mouth in a burning kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your sweetness. One hand never left your breast, continuing to knead and massage at the sensitive flesh while the other roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. His fingers found the damp heat of your core, teasing through the thin fabric of your panties. "So wet for me already," he groaned against your lips, his fingers circling your clit with deliberate slowness. You moaned into Kirby's kiss, your hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers teased your most intimate area. The sensation of his warm hand on your sex, combined with the press of his hard length against your thigh, had you trembling with need. "I can't help it," you panted when he broke the kiss, your voice breathy and wanting. "You make me feel things I've never felt before." Your hands fisted in his hair, pulling him back for another searing kiss as you ground your hips against his touch, desperate for more friction.

Kirby groaned into the kiss, his hips rocking forward to grind his aching erection against your hip. He loved how responsive you were, and how eagerly you met each of his touches. Breaking the kiss, he sat back slightly to quickly divest you of your remaining clothing, tossing the garments aside carelessly. His heated gaze raked over your naked form, drinking in the sight of your exposed skin and peaked nipples. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his hands sliding reverently over your curves. "So beautiful, all spread out for me." He settled between your thighs, nudging them apart to make room to rest over his broad shoulders. Ducking his head, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed sex, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds through the damp fabric. A sharp gasp tore from your throat at the first swipe of Kirby's tongue over your covered sex, your hips jerking up involuntarily. The heat of his mouth, even through the barrier of your panties, was almost too much to bear. "Oh god," you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Please, Kirby…" You weren't even sure what you were pleading for, only that you needed more of his touch, more of this incredible feeling. Your legs trembled where they rested over his shoulders, and you could feel your arousal soaking through the flimsy material of your underwear.

Kirby's hands slipped beneath your rear, gripping the firm globes as he pulled you harder against his face. With a deft tug, he ripped your panties aside, baring your slick, swollen sex to his eager mouth. His tongue delved in without hesitation, lapping at your essence with long, sweeping strokes. He focused on your clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly as he sucked the delicate flesh into his mouth. One hand slid between your thighs, two thick fingers plunging deep into your tight channel. He pumped them in and out, curling to stroke that spot inside that made your vision blur and your mind go blank with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled against your sex, his voice vibrating through you. "Come for me, show me how much you need your big strong man to help you come." Your body bowed off the couch, a keening wail tearing from your throat as Kirby's skilled mouth and fingers worked you into a frenzy. The dual sensations of his tongue lashing at your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping core pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!" you chanted, your hips bucking wildly against his face. The pressure coiling in your belly finally snapped, sending you hurtling over the precipice into blissful release. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Kirby's thrusting fingers as your orgasm rocked through you. You collapsed back onto the couch, panting and trembling, your sex still pulsing with aftershocks. "Kirby," you managed to gasp out, your voice weak but filled with awe.

Kirby gentled his ministrations as you came undone, his tongue slowing its frantic pace and his fingers ceasing their thrusts. He lapped lazily at your quivering sex, savoring the taste of your release. As the last tremors subsided, he kissed his way up your body, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts before capturing your mouth in a deep, satisfying kiss. "Look at you," he murmured against your lips, a smug pride in his tone. "So gorgeous when you're coming apart for me." He shifted, positioning himself between your thighs once more. This time, however, he guided the thick head of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly along your slit. "Ready for round two, baby girl?" Still floating in the aftermath of your intense climax, you blinked up at Kirby dazedly, a lazy smile curving your kiss-swollen lips. "Mmmm, always ready for you," you purred, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer. The feeling of his hard length pressing insistently against your sensitive folds sent a fresh surge of arousal through you, stoking the embers of your desire back into a raging inferno. You rolled your hips, trying to urge him inside, craving the stretch and fullness only he could provide. "Please, Kirby," you breathed, your nails dragging lightly down his back. Kirby's control snapped at your plea, and with a low grunt, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in your welcoming heat. Your slick passage enveloped him like a velvet vice, squeezing and rippling around his throbbing length.

He paused for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, before setting a relentless pace. His hips snapped forward, driving into you with powerful thrusts that bottomed out again and again. The couch creaked in protest, but Kirby barely noticed, his focus entirely on the primal pleasure of claiming you so thoroughly. Leaning down, he nipped at your neck, marking you as his own as he pistoned in and out of your clinging sex. "Fuck, you take me so well," he growled, his breath hot against your skin before he groaned as he notice he could see his cock fucking into you. "Such a perfect little cunt for my cock." Your back arched off the cushions, a high-pitched mewl escaping your throat as Kirby's thick cock split you open, stretching you deliciously wide. Each brutal thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. "Yes, yes, just like that!" you cried out, your hands scrabbling for purchase on his toned back. The lewd squelch of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Kirby's grunts and your own wanton moans. When he bit down on your neck, marking you as his, a thrill of possession shot straight to your core, making you clench greedily around his invading length. "Harder, please! Fuck me harder!" you begged, your hips rising to meet his punishing drives. Kirby's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he picked up the pace, slamming into you with reckless abandon. The force of his thrusts rattled the coffee table, and you could hear the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room. He angled his hips, ensuring his cock rubbed against that magic spot inside you with every plunge, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body. "Take it, baby," he snarled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Take my cock like the dirty slut you are." As if spurred on by his words, your inner muscles began to flutter and clench around him, signaling your impending climax. Kirby felt the change in you and redoubled his efforts, fucking into you with savage intensity. "That's it, cum on my dick,"

Your entire world narrowed to the searing friction of Kirby's cock pounding into you, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure pushing you ever closer to the brink. The filthy words spilling from his lips only fueled the fire burning within you, your shameless desire for more of his dominant touch growing with each passing second. "I'm so close, Kirby!" you wailed, your voice raw and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter until, with a scream torn from your very soul, you shattered. Your pussy spasmed wildly around Kirby's thrusting cock, milking him for all he was worth as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over you. Kirby roared as your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, the rhythmic contractions of your orgasm triggering his own. With a final, brutal slam of his hips, he buried himself to the root and exploded, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. He ground against you, prolonging both your shared pleasure and the intimate connection until the last tremors faded. Panting heavily, Kirby collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting press against your spent form. "Fucking hell, baby," he muttered, his voice husky with satisfaction. "You're amazing." He peppered your face with tender kisses, gradually soothing the marks left by his earlier passion. As he lifted his head to gaze at you, a soft, genuine smile curved his lips. "I love watching you fall apart for me."

Your limbs were heavy and unresponsive, your mind adrift in a sea of post-coital bliss. The warmth of Kirby's body pressed against yours, his gentle kisses brushing away the lingering sting of his bite, was a balm to your overstimulated senses. "Love you too, Kirb," you murmured, your voice barely audible above the rapid thump-thump of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. A languid contentment settled over you, replacing the frenzied need that had consumed you mere moments ago. Despite the mess you were in, despite the disarray of the room around you, there was an undeniable peace in this quiet intimacy. And so you lay there, wrapped up in each other, lost in the sweetness of the moment. Kirby's arms tightened around you, holding you close as he rested his cheek atop your head. "We should probably clean up and get some rest," he said, though there was no real urgency in his tone. "But I'm not moving until you do." He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that clung to you both. "I like you like this - all soft and pliant after I've wrecked you." A chuckle rumbled in his chest, warm and rich. "Though I suppose we can't stay here forever. We have a game tomorrow, remember?" He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of affection and playful reprimand. "Better get your energy up for cheering me on, sweetheart."

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Big Spoon || Cole Caufield

Summary: Four times Cole was the big spoon and one time he was the small spoon.

Word Count: 1,840

Warnings: none

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You and Cole had been friends for a few years and had been pining over each other. You met through some mutual friends and had formed a friend group with them and Cole. About once a month, your friend group would plan movie nights at someone’s place and this month, that someone was you.

You had planned everything thinking you were accommodating for everyone’s schedules, but the only person who could make it to the movie night was Cole. You didn’t mind that and neither did Cole, you two were extremely close and hung out with each other whenever you could.

You enjoyed the movie night, maybe a little too much as it was well past midnight and too late for Cole to go back to his place, so you offered to let him stay the night. You gave him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear, which he graciously accepted. After he changed, you watched him rearrange some throw pillows on one of your couches, creating a make-shift bed.

��What are you doing?” you asked, a confused expression on your face.

“Going to sleep,” Cole answered in a matter of fact way.

“Oh no, if you’re gonna sleep on one of my couches, then so am I.” You gathered two of your throw pillows and started to do the same thing as Cole did, but on the neighbouring couch.

“This is your place. Sleep in your bed,” Cole argued.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the couch by yourself,” you argued back. You knew neither one of you would get anywhere bickering like this, so you came up with a solution that hopefully Cole would agree to. “We’re grown adults, let’s both sleep in my bed, alright?”

“Okay,” he quietly said. “As long as it doesn’t bother you.”

“Cole, I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t okay with it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he laughed softly. “I’ll, uh, let you get changed.”

Once you got changed into your pyjamas, you brought Cole into your room and you both awkwardly made your way into your bed. You both laid down, Cole facing you and you facing away from him, lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, you prepared for yourself to talk to Cole about what was on your mind.

“Hey Cole?” He hummed in response. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“So,” you paused, not completely sure how to continue. “I have this friend who, uh, well, they like their friend who they’ve known for a few years and, well,” you did your best to try and hide the fact that you were talking about yourself. “they don’t exactly know how to tell their friend that.”

“Okay, um, I think they just need to sit their friend down all tell straight up them how they feel.”

“The thing is, they don’t want to just tell their friend what they feel because they’re afraid their friend doesn’t like them back.” He chuckled, catching on to what you were trying to say.

“I think their friend likes them back.” You turned to face him, confused at what he was admitting.

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“I understand what you’re doing,” Cole explained. “and I like you too.”

After some confessions and forehead kisses, you laid down facing away from Cole again, but this time with a slight smile on your face, your back pressed up against his front, and his arms around you. Unbeknownst to you and Cole, this was all due to your friends purposely being busy so that you two could possibly confess your shared feeling towards each other.

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On your one year anniversary, Cole asked if you wanted to move in with him and you happily accepted the offer. The first few months were amazing, but one day in your third month of living with Cole, you both were having a terrible day, Cole upset with how his practice went and you upset with the amount of work you were given, and you were both snapping at each other.

By the end of the day, you and Cole couldn’t stand to face each other, but neither one of you wanted to sleep on the couch, so you built a wall out of pillows in the middle of the bed. You faced away from Cole, eyes wide open, reminiscent of the first night you shared a bed with Cole. You hated being separated from him, even if you were mad at each other for snapping at one another. Right as you were about to turn around to destroy the pillow wall, you felt the pressure of the pillows be replaced by Cole’s body pressed up against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought-” you started.

“Shhhh…” Cole cut you off. “I love you too much to not hug you.”

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The day after yours and Cole’s not so great day, you had to actually do the crazy amount of work that you were being given. You had been doing your work throughout the entire day, only taking breaks to eat food, make coffee, and go to the washroom. Cole had a home game that night, which you desperately wanted to go to, but you had to do more work, so you decided to put on his game and sit on one of your couches while doing your work.

Throughout the first period, you continued to get no work done. Instead, your eyes were glued to the tv screen. You had gotten a bit of work done during the first intermission, but once the second period came back on, your attention had gone back to the game. Deciding to focus on your work, you lowered the tv’s volume took a large sip of your coffee you were drinking.

Despite the amount of caffeine you had consumed, you found your eyelids getting heavy and you were finding it harder to do your work. You set your laptop aside on the couch you were sitting on, placed a pillow behind your head, and wrapped yourself in a blanket. Okay, maybe you had overworked yourself, a five minute break couldn’t do you any harm.

After the game, Cole entered your home, expecting you to be sitting on the couch and waiting for him like you normally do when you don’t go to home games. Instead, he found you fast asleep in your make-shift bed. Your exhaustion caught up to you and you had missed the rest of the second period and the entire third period. Cole chuckled lightly as he made his way over to you. He closed your laptop and placed it on the coffee table.

Kissing you softly on the forehead in attempt to wake you up, he mumbled against your skin “Hi, I’m home.” Your stirred against his touch, not completely wanting to wake up. Upon noticing that Cole was the one waking you up, your eyes widened, remembering that you missed most of the game.

“I’m sorry,” you admitted. “I didn’t go to your game and then I missed most of it because I fell asleep and I didn’t even get all my work done and-”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re exhausted.” Cole helped you to your feet and brought you to your shared bed. He fished out your pyjamas and gave them to you, motioning for you to change. Once changed, you got into bed, Cole following you. After laying down, Cole pressed his front against your back and placed his arms around your body.

“Cole, I really am sorry about-”

“Don’t,” Cole cut you off a second time. “there’s plenty of other games you can go to.” He kissed the back of your head. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too Cole.”

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The night before Cole leaves for away games were always difficult. The day before the most recent away game stretch wasn’t as difficult as usual; you and Cole spent the entire day, minus his practice, together at your shared place. Normally, it was you who had a difficult time towards the end of the day about him leaving, but this time, it was Cole.

You usually made sure that Cole got to bed early, so he wasn’t tired the morning he had to travel, but you found yourself laying awake and facing the wall at one in the morning with a wide-awake Cole behind you, facing your backside, blabbering on about anything that his mind could think of.

“Cole, honey,” you started. “I love listening to you talk, but please stop talking.”

“Okay, I’ll stop talking.” He agreed to part of what you said, however, instead of talking, he wrapped his arms around you and began kissing your cheek that was facing the ceiling.

“That’s not what I meant! You need to sleep!”

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The next home game you went to ended not so greatly. The Habs lost terribly and Cole didn’t score or assist a single goal. The commute back to your shared place was silent. You could tell Cole was having an argument with himself in his head and you needed to assure him that the loss wasn’t his fault, but you also wanted to give him space to feel the emotions he was feeling.

Once you got to your place, you and Cole did your typical routine after coming home from a game, but this time, there was barely any conversation. The two of you got into bed, you facing Cole and Cole facing away from you. This wasn’t usual and you knew you had to say something.

“Cole, I-” you started before being cut off by Cole.

“I played so badly today,” he stated. “If I didn’t play so terribly, we would’ve-”

“Cole,” It was your turn to cut him off, “That’s not true.”

“But-”

“Just listen to me, alright?” Cole said nothing in response, prompting you to continue. “You weren’t the only player on the ice. How could it be entirely your fault if there was an entire team who played tonight?” You scooted forward so that you could press up against Cole’s back. Wrapping your arms around Cole, you softly pressed your lips against his head. “It was one bad game. You guys will figure out what went wrong and play better in the next game.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell Cole didn’t entirely believe you, but he understood what you said, so that was a start. After a comfortable silence, Cole spoke up again. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making me feel better. I normally would’ve just moped around and felt bad about myself.”

“Of course Cole.” You kissed him on the back of his head again. “And no need to thank me. I’m your partner, that’s my job.”

“I know, but I still want to thank you.” You smiled at his words, knowing that he truly appreciated you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You closed your eyes and fell asleep, feeling Cole’s abdomen rising and falling against your arms as he gently breathed.

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Flufftober | 10.09 |

Carnival Friends - Cole Caufield (ft. Canadiens Players & WAGS)

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the Montreal Carnival. Laughter echoed through the air, mingling with the sounds of playful music drifting from the various rides and booths. The sweet scent of cotton candy, popcorn, and funnel cakes wafted through the festive atmosphere, making it nearly impossible to resist indulging in something delicious.

It was the perfect day for a little adventure, and Cole Caufield couldn't have been happier to share it with his teammates from the Montreal Canadiens and their significant others. Dressed casually in a trendy hoodie and jeans, he was buzzing with excitement as he scanned the vibrant fairgrounds with a wide grin.

“Guys, come on! We have to hit the Ferris wheel first!” he urged, eyes sparkling like a child’s. Beside him, his girlfriend Jordan, who was wearing a brown dress that swirled around her on the warm breeze, laughed. She gently tugged on his arm, guiding him toward the enormous spinning wheel that dominated the carnival landscape.

“Easy there, speedy! We’ll get to it, but let’s grab some snacks first!” Jordan giggled, motioning toward a colorful cotton candy stand.

“Alright, but that cotton candy better be pink!” Cole exclaimed, darting toward the stall. A chorus of laughter erupted from the group as they followed Brendan Gallagher and his wife, Emma, who were leading the charge for sweets.

As they each purchased cones of cotton candy their captain fiancée, Caitlin, raised her pink fluff proudly. “To cotton candy! The only snack that’s basically air!” she proclaimed, making everyone laugh.

With their sugary treats in hand, they wandered toward the Ferris wheel. The lineup was short, and soon they were seated in the open-air gondola, swaying gently as they ascended. Cole leaned into Jordan, eyes shining as they reached the top. He held her hand tightly, and together they gazed out at the sprawling carnival below, the vibrant colors and lights stretching as far as the eye could see.

“Look! You can see the whole city from up here!” Cole exclaimed, a sense of awe washing over him. He didn’t want this moment to end.

After disembarking from the Ferris wheel, the entire group decided to challenge one another with the carnival games. With competitive spirits ignited, they split into two teams: Team Caufield and Team Gallagher. Cole’s determination to win shone through as he eyed a ring toss game.

“Alright, watch and learn!” he said, stepping up to the booth. He picked up a ring, tossed it, and it landed perfectly on a bottle. Success! Crowd cheering followed, and they all erupted into cheers.

“Okay, okay, nice throw, but can you beat this?” Gallagher teased, stepping up confidently. He tossed a ring—only for it to bounce off the edge and fall to the ground. Emma laughed and lightly kicked his shin.

“Good try, babe! At least you didn’t hit any innocent bystanders,” she taunted playfully, nudging him with her shoulder.

The friendly competition continued as the day rolled on. They indulged in massive turkey legs, cozying up in blankets and sharing laughter while finishing the last of the cotton candy. Cole and Jordan shared silly selfies with funny hats in one of the carnival photo booths, capturing every goofy moment.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the group found themselves at the carnival's center stage, where they announced a surprise performance by a local band. The music filled the air, inviting everyone to join in the festivities.

“Dance with me!” Cole shouted to Jordan, pulling her to the front. The joy of the moment enveloped them as they danced, carefree and laughing. The rhythm seemed to match the beating of their hearts, surrounded by the love and camaraderie of their friends.

Brendan and Emma joined, twirling each other around, while the rest of the guys cheered them on. Laughter spilled into the night as they let the music take over, the magic of the carnival ensuring everyone had the best day ever.

As darkness fell and fairy lights twinkled like stars above, Cole wrapped an arm around Jordan, pulling her close. “I can’t think of any better way to spend a day,” he whispered softly.

“Me neither. Here’s to many more carnival adventures,” she smiled, leaning in for a sweet kiss as fireworks erupted in the sky, illuminating their world in scintillating colors.

With their hearts full and spirits soaring, the day at the carnival became a treasured memory they would cherish forever.