#this will flop bc no one follows me for hockey BUT

[lilyrizzy]

nico hischier, family & home

the athletic / guess how much I love you - sam mcbratney / the ny times / the players tribune / the hockey news / giovanni’s room - james baldwin / markerzone / regrets - hether / electra - euripides

[uluvjay]

Summer loving-D. Letourneau

Dean Letourneau x fem! Reader

In which Dean joins you and your family at your lake house for the first time

warnings?; Fluff, Dean is already playing at bc in this, kissing, talks of family, anxiety, nerves, prob some errors.

You put a hand on deans bouncing leg, doing your best to settle the anxious boys nerves.

“Don’t be scared D, they’re gonna love you.” You spoke softly.

You smiled when you felt his large hand cover yours, moving your eyes from the road for just a second to catch a glimpse of the man.

“I hope so, it’s scary going from just your mom to your whole family.” He spoke

“It’s just my siblings and Nephew, and if anything it’s him that you have to be scared of.” You laughed thinking about your hard headed and unfiltered nephew.

“Hopefully my mini stick skills win him over ” He laughed with you.

“They definitely will.”

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Pulling into the driveway of your family’s lake house you jumped out of the drivers side waiting for Dean to join you with his bags before you grabbed his hand and lead him to the door.

“Ready?” You asked smiling up at the tall man.

“As I’ll ever be.” He blushed.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pushing open the white door, “We’re back!!” You announced through the house.

“You’re back!” Was the first thing you heard before a strong body collided with your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs as your nephew gave you a hug.

“Are you my aunties friend?” He asked Dean as he pulled away from your legs.

“Yeah, I’m Dean. It’s nice to meet you.” Dean smiled politely reaching his hand out towards the six year old.

Your nephew took it, giving Dean a firm shake before pulling away, “Does my MiMi know you’re here?”

“Yes she does, now go play you little trouble maker.” You laughed pushing him away before guiding Dean throughout the house and up to your room.

Entering the room Dean set his things down at the end of your bed before flopping his body back onto the soft mattress.

“Sorry for how nosey he is.” You laughed taking a seat next to his spread out body.

“It’s okay, that’s just how kids are.” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement before moving to lay down, laying your head on his chest as one of his arms came to wrap around you.

“Missed you.” You breathed out.

“I missed you more.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, his soft lips placing a soft kiss to your head.

You and Dean had met in Boston this past fall, he was new and lost not knowing where his class was when he accidentally bumped into you.

He apologized profusely, his freckled cheeks turning bright red mirroring your already tinted pink ones. You told him it was okay and you’d bumped into your fair share of people in your two years there.

He laughed at that, asking if you could help him find his class and with some odd luck you two ended up in the same class. you took seats next to one another and traded numbers after the class and the rest was history from there.

Living in different countries was hard during the summer but you two had made it work, you went to visit him and his family at the beginning and he was coming to visit yours in Boston a few weeks before the year started giving him time to also get his classes and everything sorted.

You felt your eyes beginning to droop as you melted into deans warmth, his hand running up and down your back softly just the way you liked.

You were a second from sleep before little footsteps and a loud voice filled the quiet room.

“Auntie! Will you come play hockey with me?” Your nephew asked as he jumped in the bed.

“Can we play in a little bit? I’m just a li-“I can play with you.” Dean cut you off.

“Really?!” Your nephew exclaimed.

“Yeah, come on buddy.” He smiled.

He kissed your head before sitting up taking a mini stick from your nephew and standing to his feet.

“If you’re anything like my aunt, get ready to get your butt kicked!!” The young boy laughed, jumping off the bed and running out the door, calling for Dean to follow him.

You got up as well, following both men down the stairs and out onto the deck where your mother was pulling Dean into a hug.

“It’s great to see you honey.” She spoke softly, a genuine smile on her face as she pulled away.

“You too Ma’am” he smiled back.

“Hi momma.” You greeted, taking a seat next to her as you both watched Dean and your nephew take their positions.

Dean had gotten down on his knees to make it a bit easier while your nephew looked like he was about to play game seven in the cup final.

“Hi sweetheart.” She smiled towards you, a comforting hand placed over your own that rested on the arm of the chair.

You both leaned back and turned all your attention to the boys, watching as they started their game. The little blue ball they used as their puck was rolling all around as both of them chased it.

Your nephew got the first goal, fist pumping the air as he ran around in circles. Dean got a point a few minutes later, his celebration a bit more calm but nonetheless funny.

The game kept going on for a good fifteen minutes, your mom having to step in as a ref a few times when your nephew tried to start a fight or push Dean around.

They played until someone reached six and the winner just so happened to be your nephew, a loud cheer coming from the boy as he jumped up and down, his shirt long abandoned.

“You got beat! How you like them apples.” He smirked in deans face.

“You won fair and square bud, congrats.” Dean laughed extending his hand for a handshake.

Your nephew took it, the smug look on his face quickly wiped away when Dean pulled him close and picked him up quickly.

Your nephew squealed as Dean spun him around, his contagious laugh breaking throughout the air causing both you and your mom to start laughing.

“Mimi! Help.” He giggled through his pleas not at all scared.

Dean set him down on his feet after a second both of them red in the cheeks, your nephew out of breath and dizzy.

You went to speak up but the sound of the back door sliding open caught everyone’s attention.

“Mommy!” You nephew cheered, doing his best to run in a straight line towards his mother.

“Hi my love.” She kissed his head before standing back to her full height.

“I just beat Aunties friend in hockey! You missed it, I won by five whole points.” He spoke, filling his mother in on his accomplishment.

You stood to your feet and walked towards the pair, shoving your nephew playfully as you pulled your sister into a hug.

“Don’t gotta brag dude.” Dean laughed from where he now stood by your mom.

You quickly introduced Dean and your sister, leaving them to talk a bit while you went inside to get some water for everyone.

While at the counter you heard the front door open and soon heavy footsteps filled the house and your brothers familiar voice called out.

“Anyone home?”

“In the kitchen!” You replied.

“Hey Sis.” He smiled as he found you at the counter, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug.

“Hi.” You smiled, taking in the time to enjoy his rare show of affection.

“Hey babe your mom wa-Oh Hey.” Deans soft voice cut off noticing the presence of your brother.

This is the one interaction that had you anxious, of course you wanted your mom and sister to like Dean but your brother was a different story.

With you being the baby out of the three of you, your brother was always very overprotective of you and dating was very limited throughout high school.

So with Dean being your first real boyfriend you were terrified.

“Hey, you must be Dean. My mom hasn’t stopped talking about you these past weeks.” Your brother spoke, authority present in his voice.

“Yeah, it’s awesome to meet you man.” Dean smiled, reaching a hand out towards your brother.

You watched with a racing heart as your brother eyed deans hand for a solid five seconds before taking it.

Dean was much larger than your brother but you could still see how nervous he was, nervous to make a good impression, nervous to show your brother that he really did love and care for you.

“Well Dean, I’m excited to get to know you. But understand if you ever hurt my sister I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” Your brother smiled.

“I would never but I completely understand.” Dean nodded.

Your brother smiled, pulling his hand away from deans as he patted him on the back and welcomed to the family before heading to join everyone outside.

Deans eyes met yours once the door was shut, a breath of relief immediately coming from him and all tension leaving his body.

“I told you it wouldn’t be that bad, plus my nephew seems to already love you.” You laughed as you walked over to him, arms wrapped around his middle as his surrounded you.

“I thought my heart was going to beat from my chest when I saw your brother but I’m happy I’ve got to meet everyone.” He smiled dipping down to give you a soft kiss.

The next few hours were spent with everyone getting to know Dean, many rounds of mini sticks, delicious foods and desserts your mom spent hours on, and embarrassing stories from your childhood being shared around the table.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around your sister was putting your nephew to bed and your brother was packing up his left overs before heading home.

He gave Dean one more hand shake and talked to him for a little about hockey before bidding everyone goodbye.

You and Dean were the last two outside, cuddled up on the dock as you watched the sunset.

“Thank you for coming to meet everyone, I know you were scared but they love you.” You smiled up at him.

“Of course, I love you and even though I was scared out of my mind it’s important to me that I get to know the one’s you love, especially your family.” He replied.

You felt tears line your eyes, Deans expression quickly becoming one of concern as he saw a tear fall.

You laughed at his panicking, shaking your head when he asked what was wrong.

“I just haven’t done this with a guy before, like introduce them to my family. And you’ve just been so kind and helpful today, you didn’t let my mom carry one dish out, your knees have cuts from how much mini sticks you played, and my family absolutely loves you.” You cried.

Dean laughed lightly as he pulled you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you lovingly.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He laughed.

“I’m just emotional it’s okay.” You shook your head, allowing him to wipe your tears.

“Well no more of it, if you cry one more time this summer I’m throwing you in the lake.” He pointed at you.

“Deal.” You laughed sticking out your pinky to him.

He wrapped his own around yours, opting to place a kiss to your lips rather than your hands, whispering how much he loved you against your lips before he pulled away.

“I love you too.” You beamed, resuming your original position tucked under his arm as you two watched the sun continue to go down

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[shutupptara]

This pic killed me so uhh I wrote a drabble? Is it too long to call it that? Idek man but here, shitty, rushed nonsense under the cut bc there needs to be more Tanev content 🤷🏻‍♀️ I haven’t posted fic since I was 12 and I am v self conscious so I’m running now sry this sucks

Resident GDI, hockey star at Providence College Brandon Tanev is a joy to be around. You met early in your time at Providence, both in the school of management, though on different tracks. Your schedules overlapped quiet a bit and it didn’t take long for you to start gravitating toward one another. Senior year though, Brandon desperately needs your help with financial accounting. It’s at 8 am, and the prof truly does not give a fuck that he’s a little preoccupied trying to win the natty title. Everyone thinks he’s this fuckboy asshole, but he’s really soft for you because you’re so nice to him and you always smell so good, and yeah, you lend him your notes when he’s traveling on the weekends. But more than that, he just really likes being around you, and he doesn’t care if he’s simping, you’re definitely worth it.

After a grueling first round win, he comes in to class and just flops down in the seat beside you, absolutely exhausted because he had a lift at 6 am, and they got back to school at midnight the night before. But he still flashes you that winning smile when he turns his head on the desk, eyes blinking slowly while he gazes up at you. “I’m not gonna make it through class.”

And you just laugh at him. “I’ll wake you up, I promise.” Then he just kinda stares at you, smiling softly until you clear your throat. “Great game last night.”

His entire face lights up. “Yeah? You watched?”

You nod nonchalantly and try to pretend like his excitement hasn’t set off a crazy amount of butterflies in your stomach. “Now that Quinnipiac is out, I can be a full Friars fan.”

He tries to say something witty back, but he gets cut off by the professor as he walks in and addresses the class. He tries to find a break to start talking again, but then you hear the prof chastising him. “Mr. Tanev, you can socialize on your own time. If you’re not here to learn, see yourself out.” And you snort out a laugh as Brandon huffs. But he falls silent and eventually lifts his head off the desk to try to pay attention to what’s going on.

You shift your focus to taking thorough notes, only distracted when Brandon flicks a folded piece of paper onto the center of your notebook. You unfold it quickly, seeing “hockey house, tonight at 9? Drinks on me” scrawled in his chicken scratch hand writing. When you glance up at him, his eyebrows are raised expectantly, and you just nod, smiling widely.

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You drag your roommate out to the hockey house with you. Truly it doesn’t take much convincing: she loves hockey players and she’s been trying to get you to make a move on Brandon since you’d met him. In her quest to do so, she dresses you in something you’d never pick for yourself but she insists he’ll love it and you let any protests die on your tongue.

You’re grateful you decided to pregame when you arrive: the party is already in full swing, and the hockey house is notorious for being rowdy. When you get inside you’re greeted by a group of younger players that insist they’ll mix you the best drinks and you humor them, because they’re babies and they’re adorable. So you follow them through the crowded living room and into the kitchen, listening to them chatter mindlessly about their upcoming tourney game, but you can’t keep your eyes from sweeping across the room. It isn’t until there’s a plastic cup thrust into your hands that you spot him: he’s leaning against the doorway to the patio, his arms crossed over his chest and a black hat backwards on his head. His hair flips out at the sides, and he’s got a knowing smirk on his lips. He raises his eyebrows to you, amused as he watches you bring the cup to your lips.

The boy standing in front of you glances over his shoulder, turning back to you wide eyed. “Oh, you’re Tanev’s girl.” He looks a little bit terrified, and you’d probably find it funny if your head wasn’t swimming from his earlier comment: Tanev’s girl.

Sucking in a deep breath, you step around him, and march right across the kitchen, until you’re standing toe to toe with Brandon. “Tanev’s girl, huh?”

Brandon doesn’t falter. His sly smile only grows, his eyes crinkling. “Only if you say yes, darlin.”

[cheryllclayton]

hashtag game! get to know me

tagged by the following lovelies <3: @daphnesvieira, @likemereckless & @thugheadjones

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. name a food you never eat - I’ll try ‘most’ things but I will not eat raw sushi or some seafood like oysters

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Cold but I don’t like being hot, I’d rather be cold and put on a hoody and a blanket than be too hot.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? working lol

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? Hmm...Reese’s Cups, Mirage, Snickers, Twix

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game?  Went to my first NHL hockey game with the dear @daphnesvieira this year!

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?  I think I was singing aloud to the song on the radio lol

8. what is your favorite ice cream?  Cookie Dough...Heavenly Hash...and im also partial to some old school flavors once in a while like bubble gum, cotton candy, tiger tiger and licorice!

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? YES! I just got a new one and it’s black with blue butterflies from ShagWear!  I love their wallets, they are soft and durable and cute and can actually hold all my cards and shit lol

11. what is the last thing you ate? Pumpkin cloud cookie :)

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i did by a couple new shirts about a week or so ago...

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? pfffft i dont even remember....probably the live NHL game in February.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? White Cheddar or dill pickle

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my hubby....or was it @lazydaizies....lol

16. ever been camping? yes, but i haven’t been legit camping (like tent/camper in the woods) type camping in years

17. do you take vitamins? Every day :)

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no, i do not

19. do you have a tan? in the summer i tan pretty easy...but i always lose most of it over our long ass winter

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza?  Chinese, but depends a lot on my mood

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? sometimes...it all depends really lol

22. what color socks do you usually wear? i don’t wear socks often actually...and when i do, my socks are all different colors, i don’t like boring socks lol

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? maybe....

24. what terrifies you? disease i guess....something happening to my kdis

25. look to your left, what do you see?  my desktop scanner

26. what chore do you hate most? i hate dusting...always have...

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? LOVE the aussie accent!  I’m jello of the woman who have it ( @lucivar)  and it makes me wanna climb the guys that do ;)

28. what’s your favorite soda? used to be diet pepsi and im obsessed with iced tea but i haven’t drank pepsi in over two years and have only had iced tea a few times in that time as well.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru, usually i have kids with me or have things to do...busy busy

30. what’s your favorite number? lucky number 13

31. who’s the last person you talked to? a coworker

32. favorite meat? chicken

33. last song you listened to? Savage Love

34. last book you read? Some romance on a reading app, i think it was called My Bestfriends Sister...or something like that....besides the constant fic i read lol

35. favorite day of the week? Saturday/Sunday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Absolutely not

37. how do you like your coffee? splash of milk or cream

38. favorite pair of shoes? flip flops...terrible for my feet but i live in them...when there isn’t snow anyway.  When im not wearing them i am usually wearing some sort of sketchers shoes or boots

39. time you normally get up? when i work, by 7am, if i don’t work, whenever i want if i have nothing to do lol 

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2 and a sheet

42. describe your kitchen plates? white with a floral print

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: probably still covered in baking dishes from last night lol

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? mmm i like a good cooler or fruity drink...sangria...margarita...moscato wine....just a cold beer and clamato on a hot day...i’m not too picky when it comes to booze lol

45. do you play cards? yes, all kinds and a lot, just play kaiser and skipbo this weekend lol

46. what color is your car? gold

47. can you change a tire? yes

48. your favorite state or province? BC

49. favorite job you’ve had? the one i am in right now :)

I tag, if you’d like, @lazydaizies @lucivar @thetaoofbetty @charliemeg @alicat-gotyourtongue @anchor-bird-94

[clarasfm]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒: 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚 .

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lil sloane bc she got her personality from me 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: sick burn to go w/ my matching farmer’s tan 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lads ft @cohentm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: idfc bro i’m in love w/ a god damn pipsqueak ft @oliviasfm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: weekend off & down to the coast ft clara , cohen , nat , & liv 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: liv capturing the exact moment @gifms called me slenderman??? the fuck

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 , the easiest of the sloane family to love . . . 

if you ask clara , she’ll be the first to tell you that CAM was the best of them . in fact , if you ask anyone , they’d tell you that CAM was the best of them . the best son . the best big brother . the best boyfriend . the best best friend . the best hockey player dillon had ever seen . . . and despite all of these BESTS , if you asked him , he would’ve given you another name .

he was three when clara came along , on his toes with his nose pressed to the glass as he stood next to his father , asking which baby was theirs . cam didn’t really talk much as a kid , but when he did , it was question after question . why is she in there , not out here ? why is she bald ? is her nose always going to be that smushed ? what’s her name ? and they gave him a choice : chloe , caroline , callie , or clara . with a wild imagination , and the nutcracker a december tradition , there was no contest and cameron –– who originally wanted a puppy –– was happy to welcome clara home . 

he was TEN when their mother left without so much as a word . the school called jack thirty minutes past pickup when two tiny sloanes were the only ones left , sitting side by side on a bench , swinging their legs back and forth . by then , he’d stopped asking questions and STARTED answering them . clara’s , to be exact , because from a young age , cam had patience like no one else and a willingness to TEACH when it was needed . and it was much needed as a family of four was reduced to three , and neither of them quite understood what they’d done wrong to make her leave . 

he was FIFTEEN when he taught clara to skate . . . among other things . on ice , on pavement , on a board , on blades . he’d taught her how to throw a football and spotted her when she practiced tumbling in the backyard . high school was HARD , but his grades were decent , and that’s all they had to be . . . because cam was damn near the best hockey player there was . there was no real teenage rebellion for him . he was too busy on the ice , with his team , or playing dad #2 at home . any REBELLION was found in his two best friends . . . cohen and beck . a kid who never smiled and one who couldn’t seem to stop . they were an odd group , to say the least , but he’d always wanted brothers , and he was happy to find them in dillon . not that it was hard ; people LIKED cam . he was . . . responsible and kind , funny and , as clara would come to call him , anal retentive . type a . completely and utterly obsessed with making sure his hair flopped in the right place . . . and making sure she got her homework done each night . they fought . a lot . because cameron was BOSSY and clara didn’t listen . 

he as SEVENTEEN when he fell in love with eyes bluer than any ocean he’d ever had the luck of running into . it was weird , at first , because olivia was not meant to be anything more than clara’s friend . . . who wouldn’t fucking leave their house . . . or the lingering thoughts in his head . she was FUNNIER than anyone he’d ever known , and he kissed her for the first time on the fourth of july , under the noise of fireworks and laughter . she never missed a hockey game , and he loved her for it . she never failed to make him smile , and he loved her for it . she was a little bit fucking weird . . . and he loved her for it . 

he was NINETEEN when things really started to look up . college was going well , and you bet he was still in love . that punk sister of his wasn’t turning out half bad . . . so it seemed he did a pretty good job . he’d declared his major his second semester at dillon : ELEMENTARY EDUCATION , and it was almost as natural as hockey . on the weekends , he taught lessons at the local rink and coached a team of middle school boys on the ice . friday nights were date night , and sundays were meant for SLOANE family dinners . life was painstakingly good , and the only thing you’d hear him complaining about was how often cohen kept him out all night –– not that it was earnest .

he was freshly TWENTY-ONE when he died , and it’s not what you think . it’s not very often texas finds itself drenched in a downpour , but this one had come faster than anyone expected . cam was behind the wheel after a post - game party , not a drop of alcohol in his blood , but his friends were long past gone . he’d wrestled the keys away from one of them and took the liberty of driving everyone home . or –– that was the intention . at a quarter to two in the morning , the sloane house flooded with flashing RED AND BLUE . coach was pulled out of his bed late into the night , and clara , of course , followed . a car accident . four in the vehicle , three survivors . . . but one of them was hardly hanging on . in fact , the only thing keeping him hanging on was a mess of machines and wires and needles . 

he’d hate this , clara mumbled from the opposite side of the room , arms folded over her chest , he’d hate this more than anything . it was the first time she’d ever seen her FATHER cry as he choked out a broken acknowledgement , and despite the grip around her throat making it hard to BREATHE , she couldn’t bring herself to tears . not when her father signed the papers . not when she found herself sitting by his bedside , alone for the last time , with that furrowed brow and fidgeting fingertips . 

ALRIGHT , big guy . . . what if i tell you your HAIR looks like shit . . . or that i’m going to take your car MUDDIN’ or . . . listen , cam . now would be a real good time to pull off one of those miracles . 

because even then , just as she is now , clara was BLINDLY optimistic . but looking down at her brother , STAGNANT , she knew . he’d hate this , and she still didn’t cry as she nodded and whispered a broken it’s okay . i’ll be fine .

she still didn’t cry as the machines were turned off or the last exhale deflated his chest . she still didn’t cry at the wake , the funeral . not the night after , not the week after . she was too STUBBORN . . . to angry to cry . 

instead , it came nearly a MONTH later when a stubborn dishwasher rack wouldn’t pull out and a plate came shattering to the ground . everything that she’d BOTTLED UP came rushing to the surface , and once the tears began , they couldn’t stop . she couldn’t speak ; she could hardly BREATHE . crumbled on the kitchen floor , cut after scrambling to pick up the glass , and SLAMMED with an emotion never taught her how to deal with . it was call coach could do to call olivia , who quietly sank to the ground with her and held on tight . 

it’s not often that you’ll see CLARA SLOANE cry . . . because it’s not often that it happens . instead , you’ll find anger . . . or indifference . . . and it’s a fatal flaw that needs TIME to heal , just as she does . 

still , her father doesn’t much talk about cameron . his room remains untouched , his car under a tarp in the shed . 

still , she’ll talk about him every now and then . . . when she’s comfortable , with faint laughter and the same sparkle in her eye that cam got when someone said something funny . 

still , she can’t step foot into the rink he’d loved so much . . . just as she doesn’t know how to talk to coach about him . 

but with time comes healing , and clara tries to keep him in the back of her mind , making the BIG life choices with cam’s wishes as a guiding light .

[backybae215]

I was tagged by the best in the west @andrebearakovsky and i’m avoiding working at work currently so HERE WE GOOOOOOOO~~~

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Nickname(s): Jake

Gender: Female

Sign: Capricorn/Aquarius cusp 

Height: 5 ′2.5″

Time: 7:08 AM

Fave band(s): ehhhh idk ?? Daft Punk, Tom Petty, Journey, Grizz?? I listen to a ton of random shit to pick a fav

Fave solo artist(s): Pharrell Williams, Madonna, Van Morrison, etc.

Song stuck in my head: Idk why but Daft Punks “Get Lucky” has been stuck in my head for weeks thus re-awakening the daft punk phase in my life

Last movie I saw: A Quiet Place - seriously one of the best ones ive seen in a bit

Last show I watched: West World IT WAS SO GOOD SOMEONE TALK TO ME ABT IT

When did I create my blog: Technically this is my side blog buttt.....Idk i think like a year or two ago ? 

What do I post: hockey shit and a fuck ton about nicklas backstroms curls and im not even sorry 

Last thing I googled: According to my search history it was Nikita Kuncherov lol 

Do I have any other blogs: yep i have one main one and then a test blog for when i attempt to make gifs lol 

Do I get asks: a decent amount but send me more lets be pals

Why did I choose my url: no idea i think i was drunk when i made it or couldnt think of anything hockey related so i settled for “bae” and yes i feel like a 14 year old but who cares.

Following: 668

Followed by: Idk i always get weirded out answering this questions but thanks to anyone who follows

Average hours of sleep: 5-7 -> itll differ per day of the week but im old and have to work early so im usually in bed by 930/10 - unless i get really deep into a fic or tv show in which case ill never sleep 

Lucky number: eh i dont have one but ill go with 19

Instruments: zip zero none i am not musically talented at all 

What I am wearing: A dress and flip flops for work

Dream job: ZOO KEEPER MAN 

Dream trip: SWEDENNNNNN or New Zealand either im down for 

Fave food: this is gross but i fucking love hot dogs

Nationality: American

Fav song:  idk it differs per what mood im in but a song that i can ALWAYS get down to is Helena Beat by Foster the People

Last book I read: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho 

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: ummmmm iunno i suck at this i guess harry potter, west world [ just bc i got done watching it ] and like....idk like the marvel universes? but only if i was able to have a super power and hang out with everyone else.

Thanks to the lovely liz for curing my boredom this morning, im gonna tag @pleaseletmebeyours, @trilliath, @csykora and @doubleminorforlicking

[stevenstamkos]

We need fluff STAT!! Dealer's choice on pairings or lack thereof. Here are some prompts: a pet shelter volunteer notices they've got a repeat visitor - do they need help adopting a new doggie, or are they just there to look 👀? Or how about a ruined first date/somebody in the pairing doesn't even know it's a date. Or? Or. Somebody has a seeeecret admirer and gifts keep showing up in their locker. Said admirer knows *way* too much about them and their peculiar preferences/habits.

You get a THREE IN ONE DEAL bc I LOVE YOU (and Bolts tumblr)

1. Pet shelter volunteer, Brayden/Val

Volunteering at the pet shelter is easy, it’s fun, and it means that Val gets to be surrounded by cute faces all day. Like the Shetland mutt that he’s grooming right now in preparation for her new owners.

“Hey, your repeat’s back.”

Val continues to brush the Shetland’s coat, ignoring Braydon even as something inside him perks up at the news. The dog stands still and patient for him, licking her nose, tail swishing.

Braydon is still hovering in the doorway. “Val, your repeat visitor is back.” He gestures to the Shetland. “I’ll take her, you take him.”

“Fine,” Val says quietly. He hands Braydon the brush and heads to the front of the shelter, toward the guy awkwardly hanging out by the fake hydrangeas.

Brayden - E not O - jumps when Val materializes next to him. His hair is a mess, like he’s been running his fingers through it repeatedly, but the smile he flashes Val is as sweet as it’s been every time he’s come around. “I was starting to think I got my days mixed up and you weren’t volunteering today,” he blurts out and then immediately blushes.

“Wednesday, I’m here.” Not that it wasn’t already obvious, him being here. Val gets a little stupid sometimes around particular shelter visitors, okay. It’s a fault he’s willing to live with.

“Yep. You are.” Brayden’s smile widens, sharp little teeth flashing, because the universe is a fucked up place that exists to torture Val.

“You ready to adopt today or still looking?”

“I’m still looking.”

That’s what Brayden has been saying twice a week since he showed up here a month ago. Val sort of wonders what he does, since he apparently has a ton of spare time to hang out at pet shelters cooing over dogs.

“Right. Follow me.”

Brayden would make a good pet owner, Val thinks, if he ever makes up his mind about adopting. The dogs love him, and his hands are gentle as he plays with them, eyes closed and smile infectious as he lets them lick his face. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle a little.

(Val is carefully not thinking about how much he might miss seeing Brayden twice a week, hovering over the hydrangeas.)

“The Shetland, did she…?”

“Adopted this morning, yeah.”

He wonders if he is imagining the look of relief on Brayden’s face. Probably too much to hope that this boy cares about the animals as much as Val does.

“That’s good,” Brayden says. “I’m happy.”

“Me too. Her new owners look like they’ll be good to her.”

The spotted dog in Brayden’s lap whines a little and licks his chin, startling a laugh out of him.

Val kneels so he can give his favorite German shepherd mix a good belly rub, watching as Brayden scratches under his spotted puppy’s chin, a thoughtful look on his face. Brayden’s voice is quiet when he speaks. “I just, you know, didn’t feel ready yet. Figured looking wouldn’t hurt though.”

“It doesn’t,” Val says quickly. “No rush, whenever you feel ready.”

“I think I might be now,” Brayden says.

Val stands, brushing off his knees and helping Brayden up. The puppy is still in Brayden’s arms, and he clutches her tightly as she squirms, tail wagging furiously.

“So um, I wasn’t sure if I felt prepared, and I kept coming up with reasons not to just come in here and you know. Cause like, I’m a little new to this, I’m new to Tampa, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. And I - I travel a lot. For my job. Sometimes a week or more at a time. So I might not be home a lot. And I thought, maybe it’s a little unfair - ”

Val nods along. “To leave your dog alone.”

“Yeah, exactly, and - Wait.” Brayden pauses. “Wait, not the dog.”

“Not the dog…?”

“I’m doing this all wrong.”

Brayden puts down the spotted dog, who immediately flops onto his feet and begins chewing the bottoms of his jeans. Brayden gently nudges her away. Val waits patiently.

Brayden takes a deep breath, hands disappearing deep into his pockets. He gives Val a nervous smile. “Look, d’you wanna go for coffee for something?”

What? That’s…not really what Val expected him to ask. “What?”

“I just um, I was wondering if you wanted to go out…with me.”

Like, a date? Val blinks a few times. His mouth moves on automatic. “I get off at four.”

“Great!” The look of relief that breaks out over Brayden’s face is very nice, even as a part of Val is still processing what just happened. “It’s 3:30, I can stick around until you get off. There’s a nice coffee shop nearby, we can grab a snack or something.”

Oh god, this is like a date. Val mindlessly bends down and scoops up the nearest dog, mostly so he can hold onto something while his mind tries to put together the fact that Brayden - cute, young, energetic, earnest Brayden - just asked him out. As a prelude to…what? He doesn’t want to hope. “That sounds good.”

They smile at each other stupidly for a while, Val still clutching one of the dogs, until one of the other pups rolls into his ankles and reminds him of where he is.

“Right. Are you actually going to adopt one of our dogs though?”

The blush lingering on Brayden’s face deepens as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I uh, wasn’t really looking at the dogs when I came in the past couple of weeks. I mean, they’re cute dogs! But um, I was sort of not really paying attention to them. So I might need to come back and look some more.”

Which, you know. Is totally fine by Val.

2. First date, TyJo/Kuch, TyJo/Pally/Kuch

As far as first dates go, Kuch considers this one a probable-success, even though they’ve just sat down. The wine is poured, the waiter is politely attentive - “We’re just waiting for one more.” - and Tyler is looking flushed and interested and very pretty. He is nibbling happily at the chocolates Kuch got him, making pleased little sounds and all sorts of amazing faces. Things are going well, mostly, until Tyler brings up their missing companion.

“Wonder what’s tied Pally up tonight.”

“Prep for tomorrow’s game.” Kuch smiles as he thinks. “I was late for our first time. Guess it’s Pally’s turn to be late first date.”

He doesn’t notice when Tyler stills. “Late first date?”

“Yeah, you know. But he gets better, promise! He will be on time for the second date.”

Tyler’s jaw drops a little. “This is a date?” He looks completely bewildered, his voice shooting up a few decibels. A couple heads turn in their direction.

Kuch feels his smile drop off his face, replaced by the deep frown he gives the beat reporters when they ask him stupid questions after a loss. “You didn’t know?”

“That this is a date? I didn’t think…”

“Дерьмо́ [shit].” He didn’t know. Kuch covers his eyes with his free hand. He can feel the tips of his ears burning, the blood rushing hot to this cheeks. Okay, probable-success was maybe too early, too optimistic.

“Nik, are you okay? I’m confused, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Kuch says roughly. “This is fine. Um.” He stands up, blindly putting his napkin on the table. “Be right back.”

He walks very quickly to the bathroom, carefully not looking over his shoulder at where Tyler is probably still trying to figure things out. The men’s room is nicely decorated, all polished chrome and marble with elegant touches. It’s exactly suited to Kuch’s tastes, but he barely looks around as he locks himself into a stall to hyperventilate a little.

Tyler didn’t know this is a date. Tyler probably thought - what? That this is just a very nice, black-tie, high-end Triplets dinner? Bring your linemate to dinner night?

He hears the door open, tentative footsteps on the tiled floor. “Kuch? Nik, are you in here?”

For a wild second, Kuch considers hiding out in the stall for the entire night. But he’s not a coward at heart, and that would be stupid anyway. These dinner reservations don’t come easy. He reluctantly unlocks the door and steps out.

Tyler’s face is apologetic when he looks up at him. “Were you freaking out in there? I was afraid you ran out of the restaurant.”

“And left you alone? No.”

“Yeah, I was hoping you didn’t do that. It would’ve been embarrassing, getting dumped at the altar on the first date.”

Kuch isn’t sure what “dumped at the altar” means, but he can guess what Tyler is saying. “Sorry. Need to think.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry I yelled.” He steps closer, smoothing down Kuch’s tie where it had gotten rumpled in his distress and fixing the lapels of his suit jacket. “I was just surprised about it being a date, that’s all.”

“Pally said ‘Come to dinner at the fancy restaurant with us and then we will go home together.’ What did you think it was?”

“I thought it was like, teammate bonding! Dinner and videogames! You two are dating already, what was I supposed to think?”

“Pally likes you.” Kuch watches as Tyler’s eyes go wide with interest. “I like you,” he adds slowly.

“Really?”

“You are pretty.” He shrugs, trying for nonchalant and probably missing by a kilometer. Thankfully, he has a pretty good poker face, though linemates - you never know, they can probably read him better than the reporters. “Pretty face. Pretty hockey.”

“Oh,” Tyler says, and then he’s dragging Kuch in by his tie and messing up his suit jacket all over again.

When they stumble out of the bathroom back to their table, Pally is sitting there fiddling with his cutlery and looking over the menu. He looks up as they approach, and his eyes light up when he takes in their disheveled appearances.

“Did you get started without me?”

“Little bit,” Kuch mutters. He is fairly certain that he missed a button, and one of his cufflinks is missing. Those were expensive.

Tyler points an accusatory finger at Pally. “You’re trying to date me too!”

“We both are,” Pally tells him patiently.

The wine glass closest to Tyler gets emptied before he takes his seat. When he does though, his face is pink and a little sheepish. He waits for Kuch to settle into his own seat before he speaks. “Again, sorry about freaking out.” His words are directed at Kuch. “I was just surprised.”

“Good surprised or bad surprised?” Pally asks.

Kuch smooths his napkin over his lap and tries not to let his eyes linger on Tyler’s flushed neck. It would probably torture him all night, wondering if the pinkness is from blushing or from beard burn.

“Good surprised. Mostly. Didn’t think I had a shot, since you two are,” Tyler flaps his hands at the two of them, which Kuch thinks is supposed to mean “together” but could really mean anything. “But I mean, I’m interested.” His eyes are bright and excited.

“Good,” Pally says, and then he reaches across the table and finishes buttoning up Kuch’s shirt.

3. Secret admirer, Heddy/Stammer

The first gift is a membership card to an exclusive golf club near Steven’s home, addressed to him: Steven Stamkos. It’s nice, because Steven hasn’t gone golfing in a month, and - well it’s not like he can’t afford to, but this is a nice reminder, and the membership card in general is nice. He wonders who left it in his stall.

It could be a once-off, except two days later after a routine off-day practice, he finds a Lightning-themed pizza cutter still in its box, resting on top of his shinguards.

Steven has a lot of Lightning stuff, accumulated throughout nine years with the team. He doesn’t have a Lightning pizza cutter though, and he takes a moment to marvel at the tiny perfect logo stenciled on the handle. The end of it has a hilarious mold of his face.

“Pizza at my place tonight?” he asks the room at large.

Most of the boys have their own plans, though Victor and Jo are both free for the night. As Steven is confirming the time, Stralsy sends Jo a strange look, and then Jo is suddenly tripping over his words.

“Actually you know what, never mind. I have to Skype Nate tonight.”

“The Avs are playing tonight though,” Steven says, but Jo is beating a hasty retreat, so it ends up being just Steven and Victor. Which is just fine in Steven’s opinion. They eat and chat and play some videogames, and then Victor sleeps over on the couch even though Steven told him that it would throw out his back.

A week later, he gets a Star Trek-themed ornament for his rearview mirror. It’s perfectly lovely, because he secretly loves Star Trek, and he openly loves his car. He hangs it up immediately and Victor makes a nice comment about how well it goes with his car.

Then his favorite cheat food that he doesn’t let himself eat. Mini Donuts from the Mini Donut Factory aren’t part of his diet plan, but he loves them so much.

“I shouldn’t be eating so many,” he tells Victor guiltily between bites as he offers the box to the rest of the boys.

“Cheat food,” Victor says simply and helps himself to one.

So far, all of the gifts have shown up at his stall in Amalie, so Steven figures the gifter must be someone who works in the building. But three days into their West Coast road trip, he walks into the Ducks’ away locker room to find a blue bundle wrapped in plastic underneath the S. Stamkos 91 plaque.

The material is soft against his fingers as he rips open the package. At first he thinks it’s a blanket, but as he unfolds it, he discovers that it is a onesie. A Lightning onesie, with a zip that goes all the way up to the hood and the team logo on the chest.

It fits him perfectly, of course.

“Why are you wearing a onesie?” JT asks when he comes into the room.

Steven spreads his arms. “You like it?”

“Yeah dude, I totally need to get one like that. Looks comfortable.”

Steven spends the rest of the road trip wearing the onesie in his hotel room, claiming jealousy every time one of the boys tries to chirp him about it. And almost all of them do except the Russians, who don’t speak much anyway.

Victor never does either. He looks Steven up and down the first time Steven answers his hotel door in it, but he doesn’t say anything, wordlessly offering a box of takeout with a smile.

“It’s comfortable,” Steven says, which is kind of unnecessary because Victor isn’t judging him.

Victor nods. “You like it.” It’s not a question. This is why Victor is Steven’s favorite.

They watch a few episodes of House Hunters together, and then Steven tells Victor about a wedding he’s been invited to a month from now. “Better dig up one of my nicer suits,” he jokes. He has a lot of nice suits. Steven likes to think he’s a stylish guy.

When they return to Tampa, there is nothing in his stall from his secret admirer for the next two home games. He tries not to feel disappointed about it.

They’re hosting St. Louis for their third home game in a row, a back-to-back, and Steven is a little more tired and a little more sore than usual. He arrives early and dresses blindly for the game, pulling on his shoulder pads and taping his socks. It’s only when he’s reaching for his helmet that his knuckles bump against a small black box.

It looks like a jewelry box, one that would house a ring or something. His heart thumps unsteadily. The mystery gifts are nice, and he’s been poking around trying to find out who they’re from, but he hasn’t figured it out yet. And he doesn’t think he’s ready for that kind of commitment.

Inside the box are a lovely set of cufflinks engraved with his initials. The cufflinks aren’t outrageously expensive, but they are very nice, so they couldn’t have been cheap. Steven stares down at them, mind blank.

“Something wrong?” Victor asks. He finishes taping his stick and picks up his gloves.

“I just…the gifts. You know I’ve been getting gifts over the past weeks, right? The onesie and the mini donuts and the golfing membership. And these.” He shows Victor the cufflinks. “I don’t know who it is, and I don’t know what to do.”

Victor’s eyes are clear and blue when he looks at Steven. “Maybe they’re shy. Let them come to you. Don’t rush it.”

But Steven can’t stop thinking about it. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern to the series of gifts he’s received over the past few weeks. Some are silly and fairly cheap like the pizza cutter, some almost too nice for a mystery gifter. The one common factor is that every one of them is thoughtful and was chosen specifically with his tastes in mind. Whoever is sending them must know him, and well.

He plays like crap that night, but Kuch turns it on like crazy and Vasy is playing his heart out, so they scrape by with a 5-3 win over the Blues.

There’s nothing in his stall for another two weeks, despite Steven camping out in the locker room for hours at a time, trying to do a little bit of spying. He begins to let his guard down, and then he finds the Rays tickets. There are two.

The room is empty, the boys having cleared out quickly after practice for their pre-game naps. Steven carefully picks the tickets up, heart thumping.

“You don’t have to use both, if you don’t want to,” comes a soft voice behind him.

It’s Victor, hovering awkwardly by the door, his Tampa Bay Rays hat pulled over his eyes. Steven swallows.

“That was you. All the gifts.” Victor nods, a slow confirmation, and god, Steven has been so blind this whole time. “Why?”

“Why do you think?” Victor is keeping a healthy distance between them, giving Steven space to bolt. Because that’s classic Victor, thoughtful and patient and understanding, and at the heart of it, Steven’s best friend for years.

He looks at the two tickets in his hands, thinks for a long moment about the parade of gifts that showed up in his stall, each one picked with utmost care for him. It’s obvious what the answer is.

“You’re coming with me, right?” he asks, gesturing with the tickets.

Victor smiles and walks closer, closing all that distance between them until they’re standing chest to chest. “Only if you want me to.”

“Yes,” Steven says, easy as anything. “Of course.”