#what's going on with your hockey mika

[paulkariyas]

↪ 12/28/2024 ― mika ( post-game )

[buttacake80]

Any additions to your NHL player trump supporter list? I'm from Germany I'm very worried about ppl in the US, I can't imagine what it must feel like watching him get elected again😖

I doubt we will see any players out themselves now.

But, I suspect most American players voted for Trump. We are a lot greedier than Canadians who are used to paying higher taxes to fund their social programs. [Leon's in Canada.]

Trump's new tax plan guarantees a cut for those making over $350,000. These greedy ass millionaires voted for a fascist so they could pocket even more of their millions. And, he won that young, white male demographic overwhelmingly.

A lot of them followed Joe Rogan, Theo, etc. whose podcasts helped shift that demographic right.

So I suspect Auston Matthews & the Tkachuks voted for him. The Tkachuks had supported him in his first term, and I can't imagine them deviating from that. I just think Auston is greedy.

I think JT Miller is a supporter living in Vancouver. I think some of that toxicity spilled into the room, and I believe tension increased AFTER the election. The Swedes & Finns were afraid of a Trump presidency despite their own countries shifting right.

Note the intensifying rumors about sending Miller to the Rangers. The Rangers team owner donated to Trump's campaign. I suspect that owners' loyalties is part of the reason Mika & others seem so depressed. I think Trouba, who was the team's union rep & is married to a physician who I suspect is a pediatric neurologist, isn't a Trumper.

The Hughes are my wild card. I'm genuinely unsure there. They're rich kids, but they are also Jewish. American Jews were the second highest demographic to support Harris after Black Americans. About 80% of Jews.

Then there is Evander Coon who don't even go here. Coon is Canadian. His baby mama is an American, so he's probably on his way to becoming a citizen. Hence why he supported this candidate with his financially & morally bankrupt ass.

There are some players who hold those ultra right viewpoints. The racism & bigotry. Those are gonna be harder to find. But, the Canadian Staals fit into that group. I thought Matt Duchene did, too, but I am less sure now. He might have existed in that space but matured out of it. T.J. Oshie falls into this category. He is definitely a dude who comes off as anti-LGBTQ.

Note how the DC Capitals are leading in the standings. Suddenly, Ovechkin is scoring again.

And then, there are the Russians.

American hockey fans seem oblivious to Canadian hockey fans' reaction to Musk's salute. Sadly, that demographic of Americans has shifted to denying the Holocaust. Antisemitism has been on a steady increase since Trump's last term. They think it's fine to ignore the fascist. That's politics. This is sport.

But that's not how humans work. And there are HUNDREDS more non American players in this league than there are Americans. I believe that American players will have to go on the record and distance themselves from Trump. Tkachuk & Matthews are at the top of that list since they are Americans who are Captains of Canadian teams. [Something tells me that Jack Eichel might regret his vote. I think he's greedy & conservative, but I don't read him as a fascist.]

I expect we'll see friction for the remainder of the season.

[sergeifyodorov]

In my relatively short career as A Guy Who Watches Hockey Games (In Person) I have realized that there is in fact a "bucket list" of things a person wishes to see. Some things -- a goalie goal, for example -- are so infinitesimally unlikely you can't really bank on ever getting to see one; if you went to a game where a goalie scored a goal, You won hockey, doesn't matter what the score was. It is not my mission to see one of these, but here's what I actually do want to see:

Every currently operating Great One (Ovechkin, Crosby, McDavid, Matthews, Bedard). I have seen 2/5 -- Bedard and Matthews (in the same game, even -- went to Leafs/Hawks in Chicago). It brings me great pleasure to note that I have seen rookie Connor Bedard. It was from very far away (press box seats. thanks dave!!! <- not sarcasm i had a lot of fun) but I can confirm he is that tiny IRL. The hope is to see at least one more this season; the Caps come to Ottawa (my current home arena, and there is no way I'm paying for Leafs home tickets) twice in January, and I might see the Pens in Detroit also.

Speaking of AM34 I would like to see him score a GOAL. Auston that's basically your whole thing. Auston please. Your goals

I have seen two hat tricks (Mika Zibanejad JIMMY VESEY!??? pre-COVID when i did Not care about hockey, Jason Dickinson in the aforementioned Leafs/Hawks game). I would like to see a hat trick from someone i CARE about oh my god.

This is not a bucket list item but I have been going around telling people I saw a Mika Zibanejad hat-trick this whole fucking time and it was JIMMY VESEY????? Mika got 3 assists and I think I remembered him more than Jimmy FUCKING Vesey because Jimmy Vesey is (as established in iconic piece of 21st century tragedy filmmaking All or Nothing: Toronto Maple Leafs) vanilla as fuck and Mika has a name and identity that really clicks with you when you are 15 and only at this hockey game because you're on spring break vacation with your absent father and he really likes hockey. Jimmy fucking Vesey

This is an internal betrayal of the highest degree.

I would like to see a fun comeback; either the home team at a game where I am a neutral party, or the Leafs.

I want to see a game at everyone's home stadium. Currently at 4/32 (MSG, Scotiabank, CTC, United Center (NYR/TOR/OTT/CHI))

I don't care about normal fights (half a lie; they're fun but not a bucket list item) but I would kill to see a goalie fight

A playoff game. Ideally one where the Leafs win, but I will take what I can get

A playoff game that goes into at least double OT. This is technically separate from the previous statement but combined would be fun.

This is a rare one: I want to be at one of those games that you can refer to in shorthand and everyone who's a serious fan will go oh, That game. Like not "They lost in OT in Chicago and some dude scored a hat-trick and Willy's point streak broke" shorthand. "10-7 in Detroit" shorthand. "Steve Dangle's most viewed video" shorthand. Post-a-screenshot-and-people-know type of shorthand. Good or bad. I just want it to be weird

[loveysloveclub]

THE MAN! UMICH AU chapter i. new opportunities arise

in which, molly gets the opportunity of a lifetime.

molly maxwell had never been the type to have any sort of luck on her side.

she passed all her classes, and therefore graduated high school, because she worked hard. she made an all boys hockey team by training everyday and being good at what she does. and her female rugby team won their finals because again, she was good at the sports she played. everything she had in her life, she had because she worked for it.

so, when a video of molly smacking a grown male hockey player into the boards at one of her home games last year vent semi viral on some nhl fanpage, she was feeling pretty lucky. the hit had gotten her sent off for the rest of the game, but she didn't quite care. playing in a male dominated sport on a male dominated team had its ups and downs, and the downs were something molly had become accustomed to. she was treated differently as she was seen as an easy target, and the man in the video had made the mistake of thinking she wouldn't retaliate when he shoved her a little too hard or swiped her feet out from underneath her. molly had no issue breaking a few rules for a few men to get what they deserved.

her luck streak continued when she received an email by someone by the name of brandon naurato, who happened to be the head coach of the mens umich hockey team. molly, who was taking the bus home from practice at the time, almost fell out of her seat when she read the email, asking her to come play for his team.

all events lead up to this exact moment, with molly laying on the floor of her bedroom as clothes surrounded her. her three best friends rummaged through her closet, all discussing how jealous they were that she was going to go to frat parties and meet cute american guys.

mika holland was the newest addition to the group, molly having met her when she was dating one of her teammates. the relationship didn't last long, but molly got a new friend out of it. she was the shortest out of the four, but had the loudest personality. you could hear the girl making inappropriate jokes and laughing at her own jokes from a mile away.

summer smith and molly had once hated each other. constantly at each others necks throughout the first few years on high school. but when they were forced to pair up for an english project in the tenth grade, they quickly found out how similar they were and both abandoned any distasteful feelings the two shared. summer was down for anything, much like molly.

finally, scarlett hamilton, molly's best friend since the fifth grade. the two were always together, where one went the other followed. she would be molly's hardest goodbye, albeit her own mother. the two were never not stirring up some sort of plan to get the rest of the group into trouble. life would become significantly more boring once molly moved away, leaving both troublesome girls to their own devices.

"molly, do you think any of your teammates are gonna be hot?" summer asked as she continued to go through molly's entire closet, throwing things into either the 'yes' or the 'no' pile. "oh my god, you have to get with one. that is the story of the fucking century!" mika exclaimed, following her statement with a loud laugh.

"i'm not getting with one of my teammates, you freak." molly shot back, screwing her face up in distaste. "what a waste of an opportunity." mika retorted, flopping onto molly's bed.

scarlett hummed in agreement before flipping her phone screen around to show the rest of the girls whose instagram she was stalking. it was no surprise that she was stalking the univeristy of michigan's hockey team page. "this one's cute." scarlett zoomed in on one of the players. "i think that's my new captain." molly grimaced before returning to packing her belongings.

the four girls quickly fell into a vast conversation, topics ranging from who summer saw at her grocery store job to whatever scarlett's father had done to piss her off this morning, and finishing when mika got too in depth about her sex life.

and as summer finished packing molly's bag, signalling the end of their last hangout for a while, molly couldn't help but tear up about how much she was going to miss her friends. her only friends. the only people who weren't blood related to ever love her unconditionally.

moving across the world to play hockey was already proving to be the most difficult thing molly had ever done.

and she hadn't even met the team yet.

next chapter

[fruitcoops]

So I was just watching Matty Healy’s “celebrity school run” interview from BCC Radio One, and my mind jumped right to imagining Sirius with a couple awestruck hockey kids in the back of his truck, navigating questions as he drives them around (maybe to hockey practice instead of school??)! Congrats on finishing finals!! <3

Fic O'Ween Day 9: Sugar Rush! Cap credit to @lumosinlove and fest credit to @noots-fic-fests <3 Cutie patootie start to the weekend!

“Ask him!”

“I don’t wanna ask. You do it.”

“Everything alright back there?”

A small boy in a blue shirt dropped an elbow into the side of his, equally small yet significantly blonder, companion. “How does the internet work?” the blond boy blurted.

In the front seat, Sirius Black frowned at the road. “Quoi?”

“I told you it was a dumb question!” a redheaded little girl whispered across the seat.

“The internet,” the blond boy repeated, twisting the pocket of his cargo shorts into a nub in his fist. “How’s it work?”

“Uh…”

“My mom said the government tells you on your first adult birthday,” the dark-haired boy informed him as he leaned forward onto the console. “So you’ve gotta know, ‘cause you’re totally an adult.”

“Your mother is right, Ethan,” Sirius agreed. His eyes darted to the small camera stuck on the car’s dashboard. “That’s—yes, you’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen to find out. I can’t tell you. It would be illegal.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “But you’re Canadian, so American laws don’t apply to you.”

“It’s international.” Suburban homes rolled past outside, surrounded by fresh spring foliage. “The UN decided on that rule.”

“Aw, man.”

“Are you really getting married?” the redheaded girl piped up.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Summer.”

“But when?”

“Summer,” Sirius repeated with a laugh.

“What day?” She poked her head between the front seats as well, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “Can we come?”

“Definitely not. Both of you, sit back, you’re going to get hurt.” Sirius glanced into the rearview mirror as he turned onto another narrow street. “Look at Jacob. He’s doing it right.”

Jacob preened, shooting each of his companions a Cheshire grin. “Lydia said you’re getting married to your boyfriend. Is that true?”

“Fiance, but yes.” Sirius reached back to shoo Lydia and Ethan back into their seats, one hand on the wheel. “Why do you know so much about my wedding? Aren’t you supposed to ask me hockey questions?”

“We have time. School doesn’t start for an hour.” Lydia folded her hands in her lap and squinted to look out at the road. “Also, my sister plays hockey and she was telling me that her team was telling her that you're gonna be the first married hockey player ever.”

“That’s…that’s not true.”

“Of course it is.”

“There are so many married hockey players!” Sirius laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Jacob challenged. “Who?”

“James Potter, Pascal Dumais, Sergei Ivanov, Adam Fox, Mika Zibanejad, Brad Marchand—I think most NHL players are married, actually.”

“Is the Earth actually round, or is the government lying?” Ethan asked, picking at the back of Sirius’ seat.

Sirius pressed his lips together for a moment. “Ah,” he began, coughing through a laugh. “Nope, it’s definitely round. People have known that for a long time.”

“My uncle says the government lies a lot.”

“Well, my uncle works for the government,” Jacob scoffed.

“Well—”

“Why is the Earth round?” Lydia butted in. “I think you’re lying. If it was round, everything in Australia would be upside down.”

“Oh god,” Sirius muttered. “Okay, new rule: no flat Earth discussions in the car.”

“Cause you’re lying?”

“Cause Galileo is spinning in his grave.”

“Isn’t that the bird from the movie with the girl and the volcano and the lizard and Russell Crowe and that one lady?”

Jacob gasped and turned to her. “My mom loves Russell Crowe! Y’know, Mr. Sirius Black, you kinda look like Russell Crowe.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He kinda does,” Ethan admitted.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh—”

“Okay,” Sirius announced as he paused at a stoplight with a thousand-yard stare. “We’re not doing any ‘nuh-uh’s until you are safely at school. Do you act like this when your parents are driving?”

All three children stared at him from the backseat. For a singular second, their fidgeting paused. “Like what?” Lydia asked, clearly bewildered. “The lady with the camera told us to ask you questions.”

Sirius seemed to process that for a beat. His fingertips drummed on the steering wheel while they waited for the light to change. “I’m starting to realize I don’t spend enough time with kids to know how you’re supposed to act.”

“Isn’t your brother a million years younger than you?”

“Six years.”

Lydia gave him a skeptical look over her glasses. “I’m only eight, so that’s basically forever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How come clouds have different shapes?” Ethan asked. “Is it because birds fly through them and turn them all thin after they’re fluffy?”

“No, the wind does that.”

“Why?”

“It’s the wind, it doesn’t have reasons.”

“How do you know.”

“Because I’m an adult. Hey, look, a pigeon.”

All three children lunged toward the window, straining at their seatbelts and booster seats. Sirius glanced at the dashcam with a small, pleased smile and made a smooth left turn onto Main Street. “Where is it?” Jacob asked eagerly. “Was it big? What color was it? I don’t see it.”

“Oh, I think it was in the parking lot back there,” Sirius said casually. “Keep an eye out, see if there are more.”

“I’m never allowed to ask adults this many questions,” Lydia gushed, swinging her feet above the floor of the car. “Do you pay taxes?”

“Yes.”

“How do they work?”

“Good question. I have no idea.”

Ethan, apparently tired of pigeon-spotting, sat up straight and began peeling a sticker off the side of his booster. “Do you speak French?”

“Ouais.”

“Can you say something in French?”

“Ouais,” Sirius repeated with a grin.

“Please?”

“I just did.”

“Way,” Ethan mimicked. “Ha! That sounds like a duck. Wah-wah-wah-wah—”

“Yellow punch buggy.”

A flurry of movement and stifled ‘ow’s followed on swift wings; Sirius winced, but didn’t seem particularly regretful. “So,” he tried again. “What do you guys like to do at school?”

“Have lunch.”

“Read.”

“Recess.”

He nodded with a light laugh. “You know what, that’s fair.”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Did you like school?”

“I loved school.”

“What was your favorite subject?”

“Math.” A simultaneous false gag from three different mouths made him jump slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Jesus—”

“I hate math,” Lydia declared. “We started multiplication and it makes my head hurt.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

Ethan’s nose wrinkled. “I like math, but it’s definitely not my favorite. Hey, do you have tattoos?”

“No.”

“Can we see them?”

Sirius’ brow knit. “I just told you I don’t have any.”

“You’re a hockey player, you gotta have tattoos. Thomas Walker has them, Cole Reyes has them, James Potter has them…”

“James doesn’t have tattoos,” Sirius snorted. “Where are you getting your information?”

“My brother. He knows everything.”

“How old is he?”

“Eleven.”

Sirius nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “A wise age.”

“How many teeth are you missing?”

“None, dude,” Jacob interrupted. “Didn’t you see earlier? He has perfect teeth. Hey, Mr. Sirius Black, did you have braces?”

“No.”

“Your teeth just grew like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“I just lost a tooth last week.”

Sirius stopped at the corner, looking over his shoulder at them. “Oh, really? Your first?”

“Nah, my fifth,” Jacob answered, as jaded as a third-grader could get. “It’s boring now. I got a quarter for it, though. My sister wanted to tie it to a doorknob, but my dad didn’t let her.”

Lydia nodded solemnly. “My cousin lost her first tooth when a piñata hit her.”

“I lost mine while I was eating a tuna sandwich,” Ethan added. “Then it was a blood sandwich. It was crazy.”

“Gross,” Lydia said with great approval.

Apparently satisfied with the direction the conversation had gone, the car remained near-silent for almost fifteen seconds. They headed past several gas stations (and their pigeon-filled parking lots) before stopping once again at a red light.

Ethan let out a loud gasp. “Tim Hortons!”

Sirius turned as if on instinct, craning his neck, before he seemed to realize the danger of the situation. Lydia slapped at the back of the driver’s seat with an excited hand, bouncing in her booster. “We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.”

To his credit, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. “Absolutely not.”

To his demise, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. They fell on him like miniature wolves to a downed caribou.

“Please,” Ethan begged. “Please, please, their hot cocoa is so good, you don’t understand.”

“I’m Canadian, I understand better than you do.”

“Then we have to go!”

“There is no world where I get three kids on a Tim Horton’s sugar rush before school.” He shook his head and began turning off Main Street. “Not in this lifetime. Your teachers would hunt me for sport.”

“You’re Canadian! You’re—you’re Queb—” Ethan made a frustrated noise and turned to Jacob. “What’s the word for Quebec people?”

“…Canadians…?”

“Quebecois,” Sirius informed him. His eyes widened slightly. “Wow, is that the first question you’ve asked that I can actually answer?”

“You’re Quebecois,” Ethan continued, stumbling over each syllable. He made it there in the end, but not before everyone else in the car made a pained face. “That means you have to take us to Tim Horton’s.”

“No.”

Lydia’s eyes were fever-bright in the backseat, as if she had knocked back a handful of jellybeans and Red Bull. “Timmy’s, Timmy’s, Timmy’s…”

“Please, no.”

Jacob and Ethan brightened immediately, because of course they did. Sirius watched the road in mournful disbelief, like he was driving into his personal hell with no exit ramp in sight. “TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

“I’ve never having children.”

“TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

The shouting came to an abrupt halt. Sirius parked the car under the shade of a large oak tree and waited for several seconds, until all three kids started to exchange wary looks. The silence dragged on. Polyester and cotton rustled.

Sirius rested his elbow on the console and turned to the backseat, one eyebrow raised. “Are we done?”

“Are you gonna turn this car around?” Jacob whispered in quiet horror.

“Non. I have a deal for you, though.” Instant curiosity overcame their concern. Sirius held three fingers up. “One: don’t kick the back of my seat. Two: don’t yell in my car, it’s very distracting. Three: Count five pigeons by the time we get to school. I will ask your parents if I can bring you Timbits—”

Gasps of delight filled the car.

“—if you promise to do all three of those things.”

Jacob tucked his hands under his legs, all but vibrating with anticipation. “Can you get cinnamon ones?”

“Can you find five pigeons?”

“Of course I can,” he whispered.

Sirius nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Do you make a million bajillion dollars?” Lydia asked.

“Non. But I do have money for Timbits for nice kids who ask cool questions.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open. “We’re nice kids who ask cool questions!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius gave a teasing hum. “I don’t know. Think you can prove it in the next five minutes?”

“What kind of dog do you have?” Lydia asked without hesitation.

“Oh, that is a good question.” The car rumbled to life, and they pulled onto the road without issue. “I don’t know. She’s black, and she has pointy ears.”

“How long do you want to play hockey?”

“Oof. A while. Maybe ten more years? We’ll see.”

Ethan finished peeling the sticker off his booster seat and reached over Lydia to stick it on Jacob’s. “Is being an adult fun?”

“Yes.”

“Is it hard?”

“Yes.”

“If you could get in a time machine and be eight again, would you do it?”

“No.”

Jacob frowned. “How come?”

“Because I like being able to make my own dinner, I would miss my friends, and I wouldn’t be able to get Tim Horton’s whenever I want to.”

Lydia started to kick the back of his seat in boredom, but quickly tucked her foot behind her other leg. “If you were eight and went to our school, do you think we would be friends?”

Sirius smiled, moving slowly past a wire fence. “Sure.”

“Can you say more French stuff?”

“Comme quoi?”

“Um—can you say ‘hello’?”

“Bonjour.”

Jacob chewed on his lower lip. “Can you say…this school is super cool?”

“Cette école est très cool.”

“Is ‘cool’ the same in both?”

“Ouais.”

“Okay, stop, stop, you gotta do English now,” Ethan said hurriedly, waving his hands. “I don’t speak French.”

“That’s okay, you can learn,” Sirius laughed. They rolled to a stop in a mostly-empty section of the parking lot; he waved to someone outside, and the children quickly followed suit. He propped his arm on the console again and raised his eyebrows. “I think your parents are ready to have you back. Any last questions?”

“Do you like books?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What kind of Timbits do you like?’

“Have you been playing hockey since before we were born?”

“How does electricity work?”

“Do you kiss your boyfriend? Oh, yeah, how do cars work?”

“How come the sky changes colors but the ocean doesn’t?”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, blue, all of them, yes, I think it’s something with electrons and metal? Yes, engines and combustion, and because the sky and the ocean are made of different things.”

“Okay,” Jacob said with a decisive nod. “Cool! Thanks!”

“Thank you, this was lots of fun.” Sirius unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car, then came around and opened the backseat door for them. They spilled out in a pile, each meeting his gentle fist-bump with incredible enthusiasm that only grew when he feigned injury at the strength of their hands. Their booster seats came free with little finagling. “Alright, go see your parents. I can carry these.”

“Wait!” Lydia yelped, turning on her heel halfway through a step. “What about the Timbits?”

“Nobody kicked my seat or yelled,” Sirius mused, gathering the boosters in his arms. “Pigeons?”

“Two on the sidewalk, one in the parking lot, and two at the Gas ‘n Sip,” Jacob announced.

“Then they’ll be here when you get out of school,” he promised. They shook on it, tiny hands dwarfed by his palm, before they were off at a sprint once more. “Be safe! Don’t trip on the concrete!”

[wildrangers]

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~

[easypeasylindyvesey]

besties lose.

this team had such an amazing regular season, historic. they set the record for most franchise wins, most comeback wins, got the most points, were at the top of the league, won the president’s trophy.

they swept washington, and got through carolina in six.

all of the matchups they were going into (including florida), they were the underdogs.

this team had EVERYTHING. they had the depth, the goaltending, the scoring ability, the POTENTIAL.

and once again, they throw it all away.

the lack of production from the big names (kreids, mika, bread) is, in all honesty, completely unacceptable. you’re supposed to be helping out the team, contributing equally just like everyone else. you are not supposed to be relying on your goalie for the entire series.

speaking of goalies, igor shesterkin is winning the award for playoff MVP. that man gave it his all. every fucking game, he had to stand on his head. he bought all that matcha just for it to lose its magic, because the 5 guys that are supposed to be in his corner FAILED him. he was the best player by a mile. no one would’ve ever measured up to what he was able to do when his team just gave up.

and now a couple of general things:

-i am very proud of laffy, both regular season and playoffs. he really came into his own. he set a new point record (including goals and assists: reg season). you could tell that he was a lot more comfortable and confident in the way he played. i’m very excited for his future here. it’s definitely bright.

-trouba needs to start playing smarter hockey. i’m surprised he didn’t take any penalties tonight, given it’s a common theme. he’s supposed to be the captain, and he can’t record PIMS every single game. i know that he does a good job with leadership off the ice, but he’s gotta start channeling it on there too.

-when the team hired lavi, i was not sure how it was going to go. despite the sadness of the current moment, he got this team to the ECF. he became apart of history with this team. i’m sure all the casuals are gonna be calling for his firing, but i really hope we keep him. he really did work miracles on the season. he always spoke very highly of everyone, even if they were struggling. he was insightful when he spoke to the media, and you could tell he was truly dedicated and excited to work with them.

-i feel that the new acquisitions (cuylle, wennberg, roslovic, rempe, gustafsson, quickie) did a really great job. they all have their own positive qualities they can bring while they play and should be happy to be apart of such a genuine group of people.

-and finally, i started this account in march because none of my friends watch hockey nor care about it, and i thought ‘why not create an account?’ if i’m being honest, there would be times where i would check some of your accounts for updates because i liked your content LOL. but because i didn’t have an actual account set up when it came to posting things, i was scared to follow y’all because you wouldn’t care if it was just a blank account. all i have to say is that i have no regrets. it’s been almost 3 months, and all of you have been so sweet, supportive, and welcoming. i feel like we’re all one little happy friend group that i always wanted. thank you for engaging with me and my account. i feel like all of you understand me more than my actual friends sometimes🤭. don’t worry, i will definitely be staying active during the off-season! i’m excited for the content we’re gonna get, and if there is anything involving jimmy or ryan, you best believe that i will be posting/reblogging it and annoying all of you because it’s what i do best. i’m very grateful to have shared this experience with you, and i can’t wait for more❤️

ok i lied.

my hopes for the 24-25 season:

1) resigning lindy. he had like 4 SOG tonight, and as a defenseman, i’d consider it a rarity. he might not score much, but he always makes good plays when he needs to, and is always giving up his body for the hell of it. he is the real definition of a warrior, and this is what the team needs.

2) resigning schneider. same thing, he’s been very steady for us all year. he’s still 22, so he continues to grow even more. the team needs him too.

3) i’m impartial about kakko, given his contract is up too. he was kinda invisible. i don’t really know if i’d lose my mind if he did get traded, but we’ll see what drury does.

4) quickie playing more games. i know he’s a backup, so he’s not supposed to play all 82, but for being 38 years old and still having the flexibility and active spirit to play a role like that, it was great to watch him in the regular season.

5) this team continuing to give me heart attacks, strokes, and contemplating my existence throughout each game, and then pulling the win out of their ass. why do i hope for this? because it’s what they did best.

forever & always, LGR❤️💙

[ancientfrozenglaciershark]

hello! i have an ask game for you if you like doing these! when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your mutuals !! :)

- from your fellow mutual

hi friend! :)

im gonna try to spread my agenda here so…

I wish i knew how it would feel to be free- john denver cover

opposite tables- john denver

american child- john denver

the eagle and the hawk- john denver

rhymes and reasons- john denver

windsong- john denver

thats the way its gonna be - the mitchell trio (john denver pre-solo career)

please please please give these a listen if you havent already! i PROMISE you will love them!! if you are thinking ‘i dont like country music’ dont worry, none of these are country! he seriously defines genre, this man. his humanitarian and environmental messages are prominent in his art and im so glad that he chose to and was able to be impactful with his music. he is such an inspiration. he also has the voice of an angel!

non-john denver though (sorry this is way more than 5) would be:

pound of flesh- radical face (my favorite artist since i discovered music, long ago, and i would say i discovered what music truly is when i first heard him)

this empty northern hemisphere- gregory alan isakov

go! - public service broadcasting (PLEASE LISTEN IF YOU HAVENT YOU WONT REGRET IT. this artist is just awesome)

pale beneath the tan(squeeze)- the front bottoms

bluegrass in the backwoods- kenny baker (bluegrass is so good!!!!!)

nobody- mika zibanejad (i had to include him! he’s my favorite hockey player and is also a DJ and makes some music)

anyone who sees this, consider yourself tagged!

[slagclaren]

now kajs I need to ask YOU. what would your f1 team look like? lineup, tp, #1, reserve driver. all of it. sky is the limit. who would be the 1 hockey player you'd put in an f1 car? (MWAH <3)

HIIIIIIII!!!!!!! getting this ask back was TERRIFYING why is this so hard?! after 2 days of spiraling and thinking and pondering i have finally decided:

i'll go with the same line up i always go with when asked: seb & jenson. horrifying having to choose a first driver though.... i had to crack my knuckles, stretch and stare blankly at wall as i sorted through years of lore to get to an answer.. i'd say seb is the first driver. why? he's more accomplished (SORRY JB) and i think jenson could be a good n fair second driver without tearing my team apart. (remember that in my head f1 is still on it's 2011 season and 2011 seb would've demolished my team if put him in second)

tp is my king mika häkkinen. the team is OBVIOUSLY mclaren and reserve......... ahhh here's where i usually go mark (bc it's funny) but maybe i'd actually say a junior.. i'm gonna say beganovic bc he's pretty much the only guy i kind of keep an eye on :3

AND NOW TO THE WORST PART........ i rotated every single hockey player i have ever loved in my head..... you set the bar with nico so high as well ahhhhhhh.. i'm gonna go with my beautiful bald wife elias pettersson. he's swedish 👍 knows how to suffer (hashtag canucks life) so he'll be perfect for mclaren 👍 is quite bitchy 👍 and i'd ADORE a line up with him and marcus ericsson.. it'd be so funny i'd be BENCHED

[a1exkra1ie]

26, 23 and 19 (tho I know in my heart one of your answers is going to be québec city maybe all 3 of your answers might be québec city)

26. if you were gm of your favorite team for a day what would you do? hire a psychic advisor to vibe check the team and find out what the problem is. we've had enough

23. create your own hockey awards what would the first award be and who would you give it to? I don't know but I think mika zibanejad should win it. maybe greatest vibes award. brightest smile. etc

19. three cities you think deserve a team in the future I only have so much hate in my heart that I can distribute to hockey teams. three hockey teams to hate would stretch me real thin. I can't do it. the nordiques should stay buried

[engbergsinfinland]

Happy Tuesday, everybody!

So, I'd written down three things that I wanted to mention in today's post and then I'll get to all of the daily goings-on. So, Finland has its own professional hockey league, Liiga, which by many accounts is one of the best hockey leagues in the world. Currently, there are 49 Finns playing in the NHL. That is 5% of all NHL players. The NHL for many hockey players is the ultimate destination, the highest goal, but there are other leagues in Europe that are very competitive and very popular. Liiga is one of them. There are two teams in the top division of Liiga here in Tampere: Ilves and Tappara. So, apparently, everyone must choose a side. I am prepared to declare my side right now. I am a supporter of Tappara. Their colors are the same as the Detroit Tigers and their logo is a medieval battle axe, not a weirdly drawn lynx. Observe:

So, as you can see, the Tappara logo is superior. We were told a lot about these two teams when we were at the kids' classmates' house last Saturday. The son, Joaquim, is a big Tappara supporter and the dad, Mika, says it is a great idea to go see a game at Nokia Arena when they play each other. I am going to plan to do that.

Another thing I wanted to mention this week is that Eric collected a few apples from a bin outside of someone's house, a bin designated for passers-by to take fruit from, and when he got these few apples home, they smelled amazing! I have never smelled apples with such an amazing scent. The were lighter yellow-green than apples I typically see in the store. Not green like a Granny Smith. But the fragrance was something I wish I could include in this blog for you.

I wanted to tell you about about my visit to my unit, "Languages," in the faculty of Information Technology & Communication Science, on Monday. My colleague and host, Maija, helped me find out what my classroom would be for Wednesday, when my first class convenes. Now, she and I had to click around a lot on Sisu, their internal faculty/staff/student web area, and finally, we found where the class meets -- but what shocked me, and I never would've thought, was that over fifteen weeks, the class meets in a different room each week! So very glad she clued me in to this! We went and visited the classrooms for the first two weeks. The first is in our building (Pinni B) and the other is in the building next door, sort of the main campus building, or at least the one that says the university's name on the front. Now, there, we looked for the room (A161 or something) and we could not find it for the life of us, so we went to the information desk, and the guy said, "oh, that one is down the stairs and down a corridor to your right and actually says B6." What?? Anyway, I think I will be visiting the information desk a lot. I teach my first class tomorrow! Also, interestingly, the class is listed for 12-2 p.m. but Maija clarified that it actually starts at 12:15 and ends at 1:45. Good to know!

In other news, on Sunday, Cece and went on a lovely walk (while Eric and Rowan were mountain biking) on the shores of Pyhäjärvi and we studied all of the small boats and canoes chained up on the side of the lake. It was a pretty windy day but still so nice. We took a sharp right and headed up a very steep staircase, with very uneven stairs, and we found ourselves back in the town and near a miniature golf course! Walking back home, I saw my dream apartment building: mint green with adorably and each-very-unique little balconies. I will try to get a photo of it sometime.

Rowan had tap and both kids had skating on Sunday afternoon and late afternoon, and for skating, we were at a new rink this time! Tesoma. There are so many jäähallit! Eric found a running group, ParkRun, and he ran a very fast 5k for him! He was stoked and very glad to have found a running group. Now, he's working to find a swimming group! There are lots of organized "hobby groups" for adults and they even get funding from the government.

Today is Tuesday and Cece had her first night of gymnastics! I did not get to go because I had a meeting with my co-author and the acquisitions editor at SUNY Press -- who is contracting our book!!! Woohooo!!!! We expect to finish it in June--after which the Editorial Board can say "no thanks," based on the peer reviewers' remarks, but that rarely happens to books like ours, that have been contracted as a result of the recommendation of the series editors and the chapters we've already submitted. Better start (or rather, continue) writing ;)

[skjeinon]

blue shirts - brady skjei

brady skjei x reader

warnings: smut!! use of “princess” a lot. cursing and big brothers best friend. over all mostly a cute fic, unprotected sex and a lot of praise

word count: 6700

summary: circa 2017, jimmy veseys little sister comes to visit him in new york for a week, having to stay in brady’s room due to the fact that ideally he has the biggest one. kevin hayes can cook, that’s important. (watch the kevin, jimmy and brady part of the winter classic video linked here, it helps stuff make so much sense)

my flight had been delayed 3 times due to snow in new york and i was just praying that it would clear sooner rather than later so my trip to see my brother hadn’t been cut any shorter.

growing up, me and jimmy didn’t get along the best but after he graduated, it was like a flip was switched and we were best friends, and the moment he was drafted to the new york rangers, i knew i’d have a ball when visiting him in the big apple.

i moved out west for college, never getting to play hockey on my own time, meaning him and i had our average 1 on 1 playing outing when we were together and then he’d show me every fancy restaurant he’d go to with his friends and so on, but just after his first few months settling into new york, he had moved in with one of his guys on the team.. then with another.

i had to admit, i was proud of him for being grown up and renting some really nice apartment to live in with his best friends, proof that he was successful as a hockey player and that he was finally making big boy purchases but god was it awful just the first time to go and stay with him at the first apartment.

this would be my first time staying in the apartment with him, kevin hayes and brady skjei.

the flight had finally been no longer delayed and i was told that the games for the next day or so would be cancelled meaning the moment jimmy picked me up, it was brother sister bonding time, stopping at the local corner store, getting food for us and the boys before we drove back home. the streets definitely weren’t empty, but driving in the snow was a lot easier when there was less people crowding the roads.

we had gotten to the apartment but before we had gotten out jimmys voice pierced my thoughts

“hey, put on a jacket before you get out. you’ll be cold walking upstairs and getting your bags.” he reached behind his seat, aimlessly grabbing one before letting me pull it over my frame, opening the door to his car. walking out i shivered, noting what he told me and walking with him into the building.

“staying safe jimmy?” the man at the front desk asked him.

“as always.” he smiled as we walked to the elevator. i leaned against his shoulder as we finally got to the apartment with a duffle bag, backpack, and plastic bag in hand.

“IM BACK” he yelled, his voice bounced off the walls as we heard two pairs of footsteps bound down the stairs.

“god damn, you guys are quick.”

“i’m hungry! you promised food!” kevin threw his hands up in defeat before brady had even said anything. his eyes were on me, and i got a little scared as he walked over to me, his frame towering over my own.

“hey, that’s my jacket.” he spoke, pointing at the hoodie i was practically drowning in.

“okay? i get no hi or hello?“ i squinted at him, shrugging and shaking my head a little.

“hi, hello y/n, you’re wearing my jacket. i just wanted to inform you.”

“your best-“

“hey! stop it you two. eat your damn food.”

and i looked up at jimmy who had snapped at us, literally and metaphorically, his hand reached out to snap before he pointed at the food.

something i hadn’t mentioned about brady is that there was some weird tension between us. i don’t know if he just saw me as innocent and stupid or if he just didn’t like me, or maybe i just don’t like him.. either way, he’s never been necessarily super nice to me, which is so weird cause he’s the nicest person i know. he’s always seemed jealous when i’m around chris or mika and he never just seems the same as he does with jimmy and what i know of, kevin.

me and jimmy sat next to each other, my eyes dragging on brady as we ate, and it was slow and agonizing to just sit there and stare holes into each other until i could finally get up and go grab my stuff from the car.

i walked out and jimmy sent brady after me to help, saying “i need to clean up.” and brady could feel his whole body roll its eyes.

brady threw on his jacket and chased after me, seeing me outside as snow began to fall again.

he walked out, seeing me standing at the back of jimmy’s car, with the trunk opened.

“hey, let me grab your bag.” he shouted, jogging over to me to see how the snow had began to fall, covering my hair and the shoulders of the hoodie i was wearing.

“no it’s fine i got it.” i hummed.

“if you don’t let me grab the damn bag your brother is gonna be upset.”

i stood there for a moment before i reluctantly handed him the bag. the two of us stepped back as i pulled the trunk shut, walking with him back inside.

the elevator ride up was uncomfortable.. we stood in silence but close to one another, trying to gain warmth without touching.

“you’re from massachusetts, whyre you so cold?” he asked, looking down at me, a shiver coming over me.

“well i’ve been living in california for nearly three years now, i got used to the weather..” i sounded defensive, almost snapping at him when i said it.

he felt guilty for not remembering, but at the same time, he tried his hardest to forget you everytime you’d go back out west.

when stepping out of the elevator, we walked back to the apartment and stepped inside, pulling off our shoes, as they were wet from the snow and pulling off the jackets we both wore, him taking his own back from my hands as i took it off.

“i uh, i think you’re staying in my room while you’re here. i have a couch i can sleep on, you’ll stay in my bed.” brady said, walking with my bag to the staircase, speaking as i went to walk over to my brother.

“okay, thank you.” i smiled at him.

“oh wow.. i didn’t think me making him get your bags would actually work.” jimmys voice flooded my thoughts.

“shut up, jimmy.”

once i had been shown around the apartment, properly introduced to kevin, and shown where i’d sleep, i was quietly getting settled in the dark side room off of brady’s bed room.

“yknow this may be a fire hazard.” i said to him, through the door.

“i know!” he let out a laugh through a short cry, setting up a bed area on the large couch in the main part of his bedroom. i shut the door for a moment, changing into some more comfortable clothes. pajama pants and a hoodie from the college i go to, and i walked out, seeing him laying on the couch, sprawled out like a child.

“are you sure you’re comfortable ?” i asked, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he had a small smile on his face. i could feel the way his eyes were dragging on me, staring at the change of clothing. i wondered what thoughts flooded his big dumb head as i nodded, walking to go downstairs to the living room again.

sitting there, i talked with jimmy about plans for the week, telling me that he had gotten me tickets to come see the games.

“we’re home all week, since our away game yesterday was cancelled. i dont know what’s going to be open , but i know things will definitely start to be open again tomorrow because .. it’s new york and places never close.”

we talked, writing down an itinerary, and while we talked, i took a picture of him, tagging him on my instagram story.

the boys had a pretty active fanbase, especially brady, and i just knew people would go crazy seeing me back with jimmy, knowing jimmy was living in the same apartment with brady.

that night, i had gotten a text from chris who hadn’t talked to me in a while but last time he did i felt my heart almost implode. something about him was that he was charming, kind, humble and funny, he was from massachusetts, could speak a billion languages and i could feel myself weak in the knees when i spoke to him. i was sitting upstairs on the couch when i got it and my face lit up, smiling as i texted him back.

i could feel brady’s foot against my side.

“who ya texting..” he smiled, his eyes were

hooded. he was tired, watching TV and i was only awake just to surpass the jet lag.

“oh no one…”

“nope it’s someone.”

“fine, it’s chris.”

“kreids?”

“yeah?”

his voice changed, he sounded a little

jealous but he shrugged and relaxed back into his spot. i looked back at my phone, chris saying something along the lines of ‘hey we should get dinner while you’re here and catch up.’

“whatre you talking about..” he hummed after a few minutes.

“he wants to get dinner this week” i spoke, staring at my screen, wondering how he knew about me being back since he didn’t have social media. i guess he found out through mika?

“mh. okay.” he sounded even more jealous but i ignored it, getting up to go to bed. “it’s late, i’m gonna go try and sleep. goodnight skjeisy”

“good night, y/n” he said, giving me a short wave.

he had been laying on the couch in his pajamas, or whatever you call how a man sleeps, but shirtless and in a pair of those damn plaid pajama pants. it was freezing and the windows in his big room didn’t help but somehow he wasn’t cold, and i had asked him a few times if he was but he shook his head.

i almost gasped every time i looked at him.. there were moments where i hated him but i swear i would do anything to touch him. i don’t try to think about him that way but when he’s laying so close.. it’s hard not to.

i laid in his bed, his sheets smelled like him and i swear this was when i knew this would be the hardest week of my life, it feels like that every time.

—————————

the next morning, i woke up freezing, seeing i had knocked my blankets off the bed. the freezing cold had knocked me awake and there was a failed attempt to fall back asleep , but soon after that i gave up and stretched, getting up to go brush my teeth and make my way downstairs.

as i stepped out of the side room, i looked at brady as he was still sleeping, his upper half uncovered while he slept.

my lower lip was caught under my teeth as i chewed the pink skin, holding in whatever dirty thought over came me.

“god damnit i hate him.” i mumbled quietly before i walked out, walking to the bathroom in silence. i heard footsteps behind me , causing me to turn to see kevin.

“goodmorning kevin” i smiled, and he smiled back. he was a bad early guy, meaning he was just dragging down the hallway as he also had the same intentions, brushing teeth and going downstairs.

“goodmorning.” he mumbled.

“i just have to brush my teeth-“

“so do i , i’ll just join you.” he shrugged, the bathroom was big enough for the both of us so i scrambled through my things, grabbing my toothbrush and tooth paste. him and i mirrored each other, besides his large frame. he was tall and towered over everyone in the apartment, but especially me. his hair was held back with a headband and with my toothbrush in my mouth i asked him

“growing your hair out?”

while this was our first time properly meeting and getting to know each other, i had seen him at dinners and parties and in photos before, i could tell a clear change in his hair.

“mhm, i’ll probably cut it again” he said, looking down at me in the reflection of the mirror.

we both spit into the sink at the same time, wiping our mouths before using mouthwash momentarily. the two of us hissed at the sting, smiling at each other before walking out.

we both walked downstairs, he allowed me to go first, and as i walked down, jimmy was laying on the couch, staring at his phone.

“goodmorning jimmy.” i smiled, walking into the kitchen.

i ventured through the cabinets, finding a mug to get coffee, leaning against the counter after pouring it, staring out of the window.

“what do you usually eat for breakfast?” kevin’s voice came from behind the door of the fridge. my eyes shot to meet his as he peaked out from behind the door.

“oh- anything is fine.” i smiled.

“you sure?” he asked, and i nodded before i walked over to the couch, pulling jimmys phone from his hands.

“sit up.” he was taking up the whole couch and i just wanted to sit down to look at the list we had made the night before.

sitting down, i stared at the list as i heard brady make his way down the stairs, bidding us a goodmorning. i stayed silent, only focusing on the fact that he had pulled a shirt on. a tight one , but a shirt.

“you not gonna say anything?” jimmy spoke, his voice was sarcastic.

“huh? oh- sorry. what did you say?” i turned to look at him, my cheeks pink.

“what were you gonna say, you came over here and picked up the list, did you have something to say?”

“o-oh, yeah. i was going to tell you that chris said he wanted to have dinner with me some time this week.” i pointed to the list of things to do, and he nodded.

“oooh little sis pulling game? look at you.” he laughed, a smile on his face.

my cheeks darkened, this time out of embarrassment. i felt the seat on the other side of me dip, and i turned to see

brady sitting next to me.

“gimme the list.” his voice was rough and sleep still filled it, as his calloused hands reached out for it.

“mhm.” i hummed, giving it to him.

kevin was in the kitchen, humming as he cooked breakfast for the four of us. brady’s dark eyes scanned over the list, in his head trying to figure out what simple plans he could butt his way into just to see you…

no- just to hangout on his time off.

“here.” he spoke softly, handing the list back to me, his eyes on my face as he handed the list back. i took it, and looked back at jimmy.

“i’m sure we can make dinner with chris work..” he smiled, leaning back. his eyes met brady’s, brady quickly having looked away from me to meet his eyes.

jimmy didn’t think anything of it until he thought ..

‘wait why is he staring at my sister.’ and his eyes went wide as he looked at brady once more.

brady looked back at him like a deer in the headlights, covering his face as he stood

up to go help kevin in the kitchen.

brady would never admit it, mostly just cause he couldn’t but the reason he treated you with a snarky, rude, sarcastic act was because he didn’t want to face the fact that he was absolutely in love with jimmy veseys little sister. he wiped her from his memory everytime she’d leave, she’d come back, and he’d remember that this is how he’s supposed to act, like a transparent asshole. he’s been much more comfortable since i got here though. the touching and soft conversations without yelling at each other. i would wonder what had gotten into him but i crave his validation too much to make him revert back.

breakfast was finished, and me and jimmy were encouraged to come get food and eat. i practically jumped from my seat as i heard the opportunity for food.

“thank you, kevin.” i smiled, taking a plate from his hand. he smiled back, his boyish charm taking over as his cheeks tinted a little. he didn’t feel any way about it, but he thought it was sweet.

we all sat, and ate. we didn’t talk , but after we finished, me and jimmy cleaned up while brady and kevin went upstairs, brady taking a shower while i washed the dishes down.

i was humming to myself before jimmy began to speak, handing me the plates.

“hey.. while you’re with brady, can you at least try to not.. um. i don’t know- like-“

“SPIT IT OUT JIMMY.” i snapped at him.

“well- the look he was giving you earlier-“

“oh my god. that boy is annoyed by my every move, jimbo, it’s fine.” i rolled my eyes, finishing the dishes .

“i’m gonna go get ready.” i looked at him before i began my way up to the bedroom, walking in and sitting on the couch as i contemplated what i was going to wear, as the weather was still freezing but i’m sure i didn’t pack anything nearly appropriate enough for the weather.

i heard the door open as i stared at my phone, brady walking in with a towel around his waist and his hand in his hair, the other holding the towel up- he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide as he saw me sitting down… facing him.

i didn’t look up until i heard him stop walking, causing our eyes to meet… then they suddenly weren’t

“c-can you.. um get out so i can change..” he tried not to panic, trying not to make a big deal out of it as i sat there, watching him in awe. his hair messy, his chest and stomach and he looked so soft and-

i nodded, speed walking into the side room to pick an outfit, struggling while all i could think about was him- i felt gross, but he looks so good. he looked nice to cuddle and hug.. and-

knock knock

“you can come out now.”

i put a shirt down and walked to the door, looking up at him.

“can .. do you have any warm clothes i can borrow?” i spoke, sounding a bit nervous.

“yeah, there’s a bunch of clothes on the rack over here and there’s some in storage boxes over there.” he pointed to the storage behind me, in the room. “go crazy.” he smiled. “is that all?”

“yeah.. thank you.” i smiled back. butterflies filled my stomach when he smiled at me.. he had me absolutely weak in the knees.

i dug through his clothes until i found an old jersey, being one of his. it clearly felt like a brand new jersey and i realized it was probably something he had bought for a gift for someone and never gave it. it had tags and stuff still on it, but jerseys are warm and i love them so i was going to take it and pull it on.

the 2015 labels on the tag were blatant so i knew it wasn’t for someone new as i grabbed some jeans and tight little black shirt to go underneath the jersey. i wore a black set to match underneath, i had no one to impress but being comfortable and fashionable is always necessary.

i took a shower, dried my hair and did my daily routine before i pulled on the clothes, drowning in the jersey, probably 2 sizes too big for me. as i walked out, i passed hayes and he stopped me

“where’d you get that jersey from?”

“uh.. brady’s clothes-“

he nodded, looking at the 76 and SKJEI plastered across my back as i walked into the bedroom to put my stuff away.

i had finished getting ready and brady was sitting on the couch when he finally acknowledged me.

“hey, i like your jersey.” he smiled, a short laugh leaving him.

“hey thanks.” i sat down on the couch, opposite to him as we had waited for jimmy to finish getting ready.

while we sat together, i could almost feel him staring at me and i just .. wanted to ask him what he wanted. but instead..

“where do you think would be a good place to get dinner with chris at?” i said, staring at my phone while he put his down, laying it in his lap.

“hm.. i dunno. i’m sure he knows some good places.” he took this as an excuse to look at me without it seeming sly.

“yeah but i trust your judgement enough.” i finally looked over at him, pressing for an answer but he looked… annoyed. oh god.

“yknow.. if you liked chris so much, why don’t you just wear his jersey, y/n”

my jaw dropped-

“SO YOU ARE JEALOUS-“

“NO IM NOT, PSH WHAT??”

“yes you are.” i stood up-

“no i’m not.” and so did he.

“yes you are, that’s why you act this way.” i stepped closer.

“act what way?” he tilted his head.

“THIS WAY, you’ve acted this way every time i’ve come to new york! you just act like an asshole cause you’re jealous. next thing,

you’re gonna be jealous of kevin!” i placed my hands on my hips, my eyes not leaving his as he struggled to think of something better to say.

“do you feel the same way?” he asked the question but it almost felt like a statement.

“yes, of course brady. you’ve been teasing me since i was 18, don’t act like i don��t have any reason not to. you’re tall, hot and play hockey for go-“

his hands were on my face before his lips crashed into mine.

“shut up” he quickly breathed against my lips.

he moved me back, sitting me on the couch, parting from the kiss

“you’re not going to dinner with chris. not without me, or jimmy or all three of us.” his hair was messy, falling over his face as he looked down at me. i nodded, practically being put in my place by him.

“we’re also going to continue this later, your brother is gonna walk in here any moment telling us we gotta go.” he spoke as he sat back down, picking up his phone again.

and as he sat down, the door began to open, jimmy poking his head in.

“did i hear yelling?”

“no.” the two of us turned to look at him in sync. my cheeks were red but jimmy ignored it as he nodded, telling us to “come on.”

the two of us jumped up, walking out together as we joined kevin downstairs. we all left the house together, standing next to jimmy as we walked out, our shoes crunched in the little bit of snow still on the sidewalk.

“i don’t understand why you guys had your games cancelled.. this is easily accessible.”

i spoke, my hands tucked into my pockets.

“well, their flight kept getting pushed back or cancelled, so we had to postpone the game. that was our only game this week besides sundays.” jimmy shrugged, thinking about how they would’ve played tampa this week.

i nodded, keeping my head low in the scarf wrapped around my neck. we had walked a while, stopping to get coffee in some small cafe before we walked down to central park.

“you wanna skate?” jimmy asked, looking down at me.

i nodded , causing him to smile. he looked around at the boys and they shrugged, willing to also join.

“awh we should’ve brought our skates.”

when skating at the park, we stayed there for hours. for a bunch of guys who do it for a living, they seem to really enjoy it when it’s not to get paid. they had gotten noticed a few times, and the jersey i wore didn’t help draw attention away from them.

‘hey, i love your jersey, go rags’

i’d hear before a gasp , and someone saying hi to brady, kevin or jimmy.

but now it was late in the afternoon and kevin was hungry so we decided to finally leave and get dinner at some local diner, pleasing the appetite of 3 big men and a smaller, less athletic girl.

i sat across from brady as we ate, my eyes shifting from my hands to his hands to his eyes while they all spoke, talking about some girl they had met last time they went to boston. i tuned out the conversation, having no interest in anything but the way brady looked, sitting in front of me.

it felt late when we had finally left to go home, being that we had been out all day, the late start to the day getting under our feet.

the moment we got home, i went upstairs and took off my boots, taking off the jersey for a moment just to pull off the shirt underneath it. walking upstairs brady had told me to not take off the jersey, he liked it on me, so i listened. i pulled on some

more comfortable pants and walked out, still wearing his jersey. he looked at me from the couch, having changed quickly, probably faster than i did. he was wearing a hoodie and a pair of grey sweats.

“you wanna hangout with me and jimmy downstairs?” i asked, he shrugged, looking back at his phone.

walking back downstairs, sitting with jimmy felt dreadful, when the words brady had spoken to me before we left played on rewind in my head. we crossed off skating in central off the list of things to do and i sat there, impatient with the way brady was acting, almost like it was nonchalant even though he had seemed so eager to get his hands on me beforehand.

“hey, i think i’m gonna hit the hay early, we can get up and do something tomorrow.” i spoke , standing up, stretching as i did so.

“we still have practice tomorrow? but it’ll be around ten am, you wanna come?”

jimmy said, looking up at me.

“eh, i’ll think about it. if i’m up, i’m up.” i shrugged as i leaned down to give him a kiss on top of the head. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n”

walking back into the room, i saw him sat up, his eyes meeting mine as i walked in.

“you don’t seem very eager to ‘continue this later.’” i walked over to him, tilting my head.

“someone’s gotten worked up, huh?” he said, reaching out for my hand. i sighed, placing my hand in his, he pulled me closer.

“cmere.” he said, patting his lap. he gently pulled me closer, straddling him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs. his hands laid on my sides, fingers rubbing me gently as i placed my arms around his neck.

“is this what you want?” he asked me, his pupils blown wide in the dim room, only lit by the lamp in the corner. i nodded, placing my hand on his neck to pull him closer, placing my lips on his.

the kiss was gentle, as i felt his hands move, coming down to squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer against his own hips. a soft gasp left me as the thin fabric of my leggings left nothing to the imagination. i could feel him against me, causing my heart to race as the kissing slowly turned into messy making out.

“brady…” i mumbled against his lips, my hips slowly grinding against his.

“yeah, princess?”

“i.. mhh i want you to touch me..” breathing each other’s air as our noses touched, i felt his hands slowly come up my waist.

his hands, came up under my breasts, cupping them.

“i don’t want to take off the jersey..”

“then don’t” i giggled, our faces close as he looked down at his hands pressing against the soft, blue fabric.

“then how should i touch you baby” his eyes met mine again, he examined my face. flushed and red.

“cmon… you know, brady.”

“no, tell me princess.” he said, his hands coming down to my thighs again. he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist, picking me up, carrying me to the side room.

he gently laid me down onto the bed and looked down at me.

“im still waiting.“ he looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“i-i want you to touch my pussy..” my cheeks were red, as he had pushed me into embarrassment.

“yeah there you go, baby.” he smiled, leaning down, he pulled his shirt off before he brought his hands down to the waist of my leggings. he slowly pulled them off, dragging his calloused palms over my legs. i did an inner victory dance as i remembered i had worn a matching set, but by the way he liked the jersey on me, i doubt he’d ever find out.

“you okay with this?” he spoke softly, breaking the tension for a moment.

i nodded, “yeah..” i smiled.

he nodded , leaning over to place a kiss against my lips before his hand came down, his fingers slowly dragging through my folds. my breath shuttered as he touched me, his face was close, nose brushing against mine, as he wanted to hear my noises while he teased me.

“i bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he mumbled. a small sound of approval left me.

my arms came up, wrapping around his neck as i felt his thumb press against my clit. i shivered a little, my hips pressing to his hand.

“brady..” i spoke under my breath, soft moans escaping my lips while his fingers continued to tease me.

“yeah baby? do you want more?”

“yes.. please..”

his middle finger dragged through my folds again before he entered me, causing me to pull him closer, a gasp escaping my lips.

“don’t be too loud” whether or not i had made much noise, he didn’t want to risk any of them walking in, especially my older brother.

“i-i’m trying..” his pace was slow but increased, his hands were large, and equally his fingers were thick and long. “mh.. brady.. please give me more” my gasps were hot against his, until he moved

down, his face in my neck. he gently placed messy kisses over my warm skin, careful not to bite or suck too hard, preventing hickeys that anyone else could see.

he slowly pushed in his ring finger, filing me while his thumb drew perfect circles onto my sensitive clit.

“you okay?” he whispered as he neared my ear, kissing my neck,

“yes” i spoke through a breathy voice, holding back noises as his pace increased, bringing me closer to the edge.

“i want you to cum on my fingers, okay princess?” his voice came out low and raspy. i nodded as my hips pressed to his hand, my back arching as he pushed me further.

“please, brady i’m so close..”

he looked down at me for a moment, finally his lips met mine again. he wanted to keep me quiet as i came, his fingers picking up the pace.

suddenly i felt that buildup break, my nails digging into his back as i tried to hold back my moans from his touch. a white hot sensation flooded my senses.

he positioned himself between my legs, watching me laid out in front of him.

“you look so good in that jersey..”

“mhh do i?” i spoke, my voice was tired and weak.

i looked down to see how hard he was in those sweats.

“yeah you do, baby.” he leaned down , kissing me again. i pushed my hands between my legs, gently running them up his thighs, finding his cock, hard in those dreadful sweats. pulling away from the kiss , looked down at him in my hands.

“can you take off the pants… please?” i looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, causing him to sigh, pulling off his sweatpants with rough hands.

“brady. boxers too.” my hands, still reached out, dropped with expression.

he pulled off his boxers, cheeks red as i saw him for the first time.

i was almost drooling at the sight of him, his hair messy and fallen around his face, while his stomach was squishy while he was still fit, his thighs were thick and strong and there was nothing disappointing about his dick- which really wasn’t expected in the first place, but made it more exciting.

my tongue rested against my lower lip as i bit down on it, concentrated on touching him before he had asked if he could fuck me.

“y/n, can.. i fuck you..” he sounded guilty, looking down at me, enjoying my time as i wrapped my hands around his cock.

“y-yes.” i looked up at him, my cheeks red at the question.

“then turn over, ass in the air.”

i nodded, his hands coming to my hips as he helped turn me over. he pushed my face down into the pillows of his bed.

“i want you to try and stay quiet this time.” a soft chuckle slipped through his words. i felt like i could cum just on his voice..

“yes sir” i mumbled through the sheets.

he got comfortable, making sure everything was okay before the tip of his cock was pressed against me.

“hey uh.. are you on the pill?”

“mhm..”

“good to know. can i cum inside?”

“mhm.”

he nodded, his hand gently placed on my hip, feeling as he began to spread his precum over my cunt, causing me to shiver before he let out a soft groan.

i got impatient, my hips shifting slightly, before he tightened his grip on them to still me.

“cmon baby.” he mumbled, before he entered me, slowly pushing into me as i gripped the pillow my face was planted into. a cry leaving my throat.

“f-fuck.. princess..” he threw his head out, slowly entering me until he was bottomed out. he wasn’t too big, he was thick and it was like he fit perfectly while he had stretched me out.

“you’re so fucking tight ohh my god.” he began mumbling small groans of praise, as i could hear his voice break with heavy pants.

he slowly began to move, getting the encouragement from my walls around him.

slow and steady as he began fucking me, both hands on my hips, gripping tight, trying to stay composed.

he had almost pulled out before he pulled my hips back against his, resulting in a loud moan from me into the pillow.

my knuckles were white as i gripped the sheets, trying not to be too loud. he had leaned over me, taking my hair and pushing it to the side as he began to fuck into me.

“you look so good wearing my name..”

even he couldn’t hold back the noises he was making, groans were loud as he began to hit down on his touch between mouthfuls of praises.

“baby.. fuck.. who does this pussy belong to??”

his hand came down, pressing against my back, arching it down so he can hit a better angle. his cock brushing over my g-spot, leaving me shaking.

“y-you..” i could barely form words as he destroyed me, leaving me helpless when he asked me.

“who? say my name.. say it, princess.” his hand absentmindedly traced over the number while he continued to pummel into me.

“b-brady.. it belongs to you- FUCK-“ my face was smothered by the pillow once more, muffling my loud noises. “my pussy belongs to you, brady.”

“good girl… good fucking girl..”

i could feel myself chasing my orgasm, trying hard not to allow myself to cum on his cock without him, but even he could feel it by the way i clenched around him.

“brady.. m’ gonna fucking cum”

“me too.. shit me too..” his hands came to my hips, his thumbs rubbing over my ass as he tightly gripped my hips, enough to bruise. one hand moved down, his thumb pressing to my clit as his pace began to falter, causing me to see stars as he touched the sensitive bud. i could feel myself coming closer, my vision blurring as the sound of incoherent mumbles of the both of us turn into the sound of our skin slapping until our orgasm struck through us, my juices coating his thighs as his cum filled my cunt.

as we both came down from our highs, he was leaned over me, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

“fuck.. you feel so good i don’t want to pull out.”

“brady..” i laughed, feeling the weight of his frame on my own. “get up, loser.”

he reluctantly pulled himself up, pulling out to see how his cum dripped from me.

“mhh.. look at that..”

“s-stopp..” i mumbled, cheeks burning with embarrassment, pushing my face back into the pillow.

brady helped me lay down, wiping away at my thighs with his shirt before he pulled his boxers back on.

“you probably don’t wanna wear that jersey while we sleep, let me get it off of you.”

i rolled over and sat up slightly, raising my arms in the air. the blissed out look on my face made him let out a soft chuckle. he got out of bed and grabbed a hoodie of his, handing it to me as i pulled off my bra. i pulled it over my body and he looked through my things, finding a pair of panties to give me

“these okay?”

i nodded and he handed them to me, as i put them on he stood at the edge of the bed. i was tired , my eyes were heavy as i looked up at him. i reached my arms out.

“please… sleep with me, brady..”

“i can’t.”

“please…” i stuck out my bottom lip, trying to fool him into feeling bad

“….” he thought about it. “fine.”

he got into bed with me, slowly getting comfortable as i pressed my body against his. he wrapped his arms around my waist, our legs intertwined as i pushed my face into his chest, falling asleep.

“goodnight, princess.” he mumbled.

“goodnight, brady…”

you don’t even want to hear the stern talking to that i got from jimmy the next morning when he walked into brady’s room to not see brady on the couch and in his own bed instead.

he wasn’t mad… yes he was. he was mad at brady. he was mad cause he couldn’t trust the guy to spend a week with his little sister like he had in past times of visiting. he trusted that brady could love you and please you but he also knew that you lived in california, wouldn’t move to new york just for him and what if you only liked brady for the sex you just had. which you didn’t.

“y/n…you just-“

“jimmy, i’ve had a love hate relationship with brady ever since i first met him. have you ever seen how he reacted to when i talked about guys? especially chris? cmon jimmy, open your eyes please.” an audible sigh left him.

“fine.” he grumbled, knowing even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop either of you, as you were both grown adults.

the rest of the day, kevin ripped on brady and jimmy held in whatever anger he wanted it take out on brady for getting with his sister. he just wanted to protect her, it’s what older brothers do.

when leaving the rink after practice, i was there to pick them up, and as we left, i leaned up to kiss brady on the cheek, all of us piling into the car with their gear. this was going to be a fun week in new york…

[eleyhsa]

one more earlier episode of valtteri's podcast i never translated, this is the last one i promise 😅 episode title: money

oskari: let's start with how much money do you have? valtteri: it's pretty hard to say because i have invested quite a lot of it, but yeah, a lot i guess. enough that i don't need to back my bags and go drive cars around in circles if i don't want to. oskari: do you consider yourself rich? valtteri: yeah of course, compared to where I came from, yeah i'm rich in a money sense -------

oskari: forbes does these, sophisticated guesses let's call them, every year and they say your payroll is around 8-10m every year, how close is that to the truth? valtteri: if the season goes well, meaning i get all the bonuses i'm supposed to get, it's more than that actually oskari: how much was your payroll at williams? valtteri: 2010 was kinda my first year working for them and at the time it was 40 000 pounds a year, and then it rose some amounts every year, and my first year as a f1 driver i think it was around 300k -------

oskari: you already mentioned that considering where you came from you feel very rich, so what was your background like, because we are not talking about a rich kid right? valtteri: yeah no, to me i'm from a pretty basic finnish family, priviledged in a sense that we had our own house and i could go to school, start playing hockey which is not a cheap sport and do karting since I was 6, with a used car, used overall and a used helmet, a used helmet is something I do not recommend! karting took more and more money every year and I was lucky that a lot of local companies helped me financially because they saw how much I loved karting and that i had some talent as well. some of these companies also supported me long term when my family truly couldn't pay for it any more. oskari: where was that line for you when the family money wasn't enough anymore? valtteri: we got quite far i think, it was my first year in formula renault with the Koiranen team. We found just enough outside help that with not testing as much as maybe other kids were because I couldn't pay for it, I could drive for them and Koiranen kinda met me halfway with that. But yeah, at that point no change to pay for it yourself because I think a season cost around 100k at that point.

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rane, valtteri's dad: we got around 300k from finland and even that was thight, meaning we couldn't afford any crashes. but after he won his first race in 2008 my phone started ringing with people like mika häkkinen and toto wolff and then there was some difficulty to choose, renault was really interested at the time about valtteri, so we had kind of three directions to go, and i told valtteri and he has to choose for himself what feels right and he told me he liked toto. i think both me and valtteri also liked the idea of not being tied to any team, not to renault or even ferrari who he also visited that season.

oskari: have you ever tried to calculate how much you have spent of your own money on valtteri's career? rane: i have tried at some point, i definitely think it's more than this house we're sitting in now, luckily my cleaning services were often needed (laughing) oskari: i don't think many people know that you have a cleaning company and this is something that interests me because i think people learn a lot from their homes, do you see any "entrepreuner spirit" in valtteri? rane: quite a lot actually, when he turned 18 he started doing his own negotiations. when he was trying to get into f1 he was alone on the road, i paid for plane tickets and he would call me and explain what was said. of course we travelled a lot together in his early career so we know each other quite well and i think doing that on his own helped him learn a lot. even back in karting i took him with me to see sponsors so he would understand how much this all costs and because it's no rocket science you know, a lot of people are ashamed to ask for money but it's quite simple: you put a budget on the paper, here's our season targets, how much money can you give. valtteri learned to do that quite young. oskari: do you remember the day valtteri signed his first f1 contract? rane: yeah, very well! they were some special moments, and you actually sent me a text to congratulate me as well! oskari: yeah i did! rane: i went to see his first race and i definitely actually pinched myself in melbourne

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valtteri: 2008 was a good season so I got my managers in toto, mika and didier coton, and whatever i couldn't get from sponsor they would give from their own pockets oskari: how much was that do you think? valtteri: probably around 2.5 million that I have paid back now, so it's no charity in this sport. but i definitely wouldn't have made it to f1 without them.

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oskari: you're going into alfa romeo, while recording this it's still quite a new contract, you do your own negotiations is that correct? valtteri: most of them yes, for example all my mercedes contracts, but didier helped me with this one because the season was so busy and intense and i didn't really have the time oskari: how many options did you have? valtteri: pretty much two clear possibilities oskari: and after signing the contract you got a pretty interesting call right? valtteri: like two days after signing i got a call from an another team and they basically said "we can pay twice as much, and we want you", i just told them that you're a bit late. it just shows what kind of circus this thing is *laughing*

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oskari: what kind of money user are you? valtteri: when i first started making it pretty stingy, for example i wanted a simple rowboat for my cottage so i started asking around for a used one, and i had been a f1 drivers for like two years at that point already. it still hurts to pay 10 dollars for a goddamn water bottle in a hotel but I guess I'm not that stingy anymore because I still buy it *laughing*

[ariadynamics]

i‘m sorry i‘m sorry, i KNOW this is your f1 blog but also please give me something unhinged on jonas/nico? just a small little thing? if i beg? 🥺😇

Bestie, I'm ALWAYS here for my Swiss blorbos 😭. For reference, this is Nico Hischier and Jonas Siegenthaler.

They grew up playing junior hockey together, and when Jonas got traded to Nico's team, he stayed in Nico's flat (oh my god, THEY WERE ROOMMATES). They have private jams to Swiss rap, they meet up in the offseason regularly but "not for workouts," and THEY BAKED BREAD TOGETHER.

I was originally going to write a Chef Jonas AU for hockey big bang, but F1 happened and well. Anyway, here's what I was planning to write!

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So for reasons yet to be determined, Jonas quit hockey after his first WJC and went to culinary school instead.

I'm thinking maybe in Washington, he became the sous chef at a Swiss restaurant not unlike Stable. The head-chef owner? Denis Malgin's dad. So for a couple of years, he's happy right? He's dating Denis and he gets to work at a Michelin-starred restaurant. But then shit goes down, and it's a big fucking mess with Denis, and then the break up. And of course, Jonas loses his job.

He decides to open his own restaurant, but he can't do it in DC, obviously. A friend suggests New York, and is like, listen I know a couple of people--maybe you can woo them into becoming investors. Anyway, fast forward a couple of months and he DOES move to NYC and tries to re-set up his life.

His friend is like, Nico Hischier might be interested, and Jonas is all oh. He hasn't spoken to Nico in years. And so like, he borrows a friend's small bistro kitchen late late at night--after a game for Nico--to make his pitch and show Nico his food.

Nico a) doesn't realize it's Jonas, and b) thought it would be some bistro fare from the address. But then he walks in, and there's Jonas, the object his 16-year-old dreams, and Jonas has a whole ass tasting menu planned. For just the two of them.

So like, obviously, Nico's on board etc. And then they start spending more time together because Jonas wants more investors. And he starts using Nico's (unused) beautiful, gleaming kitchen to plan his menus. And then maybe after they win another investor, the adrenaline and happiness of it all, they kiss.

And maybe they start sleeping together until something comes back to remind Jonas of HOW BAD it was to mix business with his love life. And it gets exacerbated by how Nico doesn't get it. Nico isn't one for planning or organization, and he doesn't get the enormity of what Jonas is doing/how much he's put into the whole thing. And he's just like, "well I don't have to be an investor, I can just be your boyfriend." And Jonas is like, even more YOU DON'T GET IT.

Anyway, Nico pulls PK and IDK Mika whatever I gotta finesse that and does this whole pitch that he organized all by himself and then is there to support Jonas quietly when he cooks for them, and then Jonas gets his investors, and he launches, and it's all a big success and then also they make up and make out and bone.

[halliewriteshockey]

Hello! What about answering questions to kill time? If you're up to it, I'd love to hear about your favourite NHL teams, why you love them, how you came to support them... Same with most disliked NHL teams, why you don't like them, how you came to that opinion. Keep in mind that I'm not American, and I live in a country where we don't even have a hockey league. I had to ask Americans to explain why Fox News was metaphor for bad and bigoted, so... I hope you feel better soon!!

Oh, bless. You're my favorite don't tell the others (I'm bleeding again so I have to stay in bed longer and oh my god I'm so bored)

So for one thing, while I have a fair few teams I casually root for, my ride or die team tends to be whoever has my favorite players on it. Which is why I went to a Golden Knights game last year, and as soon as Flower was traded away, I stopped being a Knights fan. (Also because they did him really dirty and I can't forgive them) That's also why I'm getting into the Wild this year. Never really paid attention to them before, but Flower's there and he looks happy again, so call me a Wild fan now!

But ride or die right now is the Rangers, because of Chris and Mika, but I've ended up adopting almost everyone else on the team as well. Igor Shesterkin, Artemi Panarin, Filip Chytil, Braden Schneider, Barclay Goodrow, Key and Laffy - there are just so many players on the team that I genuinely love and want to succeed.

If Chris and/or Mika got traded, I would follow them to (almost) any team they went to, but luckily I don't have to worry about that for awhile because they're both locked in for at least five more years, I believe.

In order of other teams I'm currently rooting for in the playoffs, it would have to be the Panthers mostly for the underdog narrative (and Spencer Knight) and the Avalanche (still and forever angry about what they did to Tyson but I adore Darcy Kuemper and a few others). I also like the Canes, although they've tarnished their vibes by acquiring deAngelo and Domi. Still, Antti Raanta's arc this year has been truly wonderful and I want nothing but good things for him.

Team I hate - the Blackhawks, for many, many reasons. Google Kyle Beach (tw for sexual assault, please be careful). Also they're racist and have a long history of extremely toxic culture/sweeping concerns under the rug.

Teams I casually dislike - the Bolts (oh my god I'm so tired of them can they please go away), the Bruins (no particular reason, I simply do not vibe with them [CAVEAT: I would die for Swayman and Ullmark]), and the Blues (mostly because I despise Binnington. With Husso in net, we've watched a fair number of games this year).

Everyone else I'm pretty neutral on, tbh. I like the Kraken but haven't made a connection with any particular player on the team so I'm not ride or die for them despite living 30 minutes from Seattle.

This entire thing is literally just me rambling, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so! I hope it was interesting or at least not deadly boring to you, and seriously, it made me warm and fuzzy that you asked!! ❤️

[breezymichelle99]

Frustrated 😕 l Chris Kreider

Summary: after losing several games in a row Chris is beginning to feel a bit frustrated with himself, you spend sometime with him working everything out. 

Warnings: Cursing, unprotected sex, female receiving. Grumpy Chris. But also fluffy.

Chris Kreider x Reader

The game ended yet again in disappointment. You knew as soon as Chris skated off the ice he was in no mood. This was the fourth loss in a row and he was not taking it well. 

You made your way down to the locker room to wait for him, knowing he’d be a few minutes. You leaned against the wall, waiting as some of the team started to come out. Frustration written all over their faces as well. 

Chris was in his post game interview; stewing. He didn’t know what to do or how to help this team overcome these losses and get back into the win column. His thoughts spinning around in his head.  And these reporters and their stupid questions were not helping his mood either, even though he knew they were just doing their jobs. 

Finally. 

He was done with these questions. He grabbed his bag out of his locker and headed out; to you. 

Seeing you always made everything seem okay no matter how grumpy he was, but today he just wasn't himself. “Hey baby.” you call to him pulling him to you. He wrapped himself around you and he just held you there for what felt like hours. You knew then that things were bad.

“Talk to me!” you say letting go of him as you two walk out to the car. He let out a loud sigh and you knew he was fixing to unload weeks of frustration on you but you could take it. That’s what you were here for. “I don’t know how to help us win.” he says out loud. “We’ve lost 4 games in a row, there is absolutely no WAY we will ever make the playoffs if we keep playing like this, and I don’t have a clue what to do about it.” he adds. 

You could tell he was upset, frustrated and maybe a little in his head. 

“I've tried talking to Mika, to coach, even some of the young guys but literally nothing is working and I…” you stopped him mid-sentence. “Babe I think I may  have an idea.” you say with a smile. “You trust me right?” you say with a smirk and he knew you were up to no good. “Of course I do, always.” he says, looking over at you as you backed the car out of your parking spot At MSG and began to drive. 

“You gunna tell me where we are going?” he asks. You smile at him. “Nope.” you say with a smile and laugh. “You’re supposed to trust me, remember.” you take his hand. 

After a few minutes you pull into a parking space. “Come on get out.” you say. He laughs. “Alright bossy.” he jokes as he gets out of the car and stands beside you. 

You take his hand.

“When I was a kid my mom would bring me here when I had a bad day. She knew that this place always made me feel free and happy and as if I didn't have a care in the world and I feel like you just need to get away for a minute, get out of your head, free yourself from hockey for a bit and everything else will fall into place.” you say as you lead him in through the door. 

Inside the door everything was bright technicolor fluorescent lighting and completely not Chris’s scene. He liked bookstores, and coffee and quiet. But this arcade you brought him too was a complete chaos of music and lights and somehow he felt better already.  He smiled. 

“See?” you say with a grin. “I knew it.” 

Somehow in the music and the games and the sound of your laugh he forgot about hockey, he forgot about the losses and the team struggling and the tension in the locker room and he just let himself have fun.  

You spent hours there. Playing games and eating arcade food and laughing so uncontrollably that your sides hurt. The look in Chris's eyes had softened and for the moment he felt like the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

You look at him. He's playing PAC-MAN and he's smiling that smile that makes his eyes crinkle and you relax and you watch as his long fingers tap the buttons and he laughs hysterically as the blue ghost catches him again and he throws his hands up and curses but also giggles. 

All was right in the world, well your world at least. 

He walks over to you and sits next to you, placing his hand on your thigh. "I love you." He says leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You melt into him. "I love you too, Chris." You whisper. Nuzzling into his neck.

The two of you sitting there quietly for a few minutes.

"Are you ready to go? Or do you want another go at that blue ghost?" You laugh at his face. He groans. "I think I'm ready." He laughs. "Alright, let's get you home." You smile taking his hand.

The pair of you get home. Chris was clearly in a much better mood.

You found yourself instantly up against the hallway wall. Chris's big body hovering above yours. He's looking down into your eyes, you hold his gaze as your arms wrap around his neck pulling him to you. 

Lips colliding. 

His hands under your shirt. 

He pulls his lips away slowly, causing you to whine. 

"Thank you for today. You always know exactly what I need." He says, his voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard. Licking your lips. "You're welcome, you know I'm always here for you, babe." You say as his lips devour yours again as he pulls your body towards the bedroom. 

Leaving a trail of clothes and shoes as you went.

He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, tossing it gently to the bedroom floor. You stepped back and slid onto your four poster bed, his body fitting perfectly above yours again, lips kissing yours, his hands finding their way all over your body.   

"Chris" you moan his name softly as his soft lips kiss down your body, finding a home between your thighs. You reach for his hair, pulling it between your fingers. He hums against you causing you to arch your hips into him. 

His tongue slowly dancing circles across your clit. He grips your hip tightly steadying you. "Oh Christopherrrr Jamessssss." You call out his name like the beautiful sin that it was. 

"That's my girl, cum for me beautiful." His lips barely leave your body as he speaks. 

You do as you're told. 

Breathless you beg for him. He kisses back up your body till he finds your lips. You taste yourself but you know that was his intention.

"That's for helping me clear my head today and making me realize the things I've been clearly forgetting" he says, his words a breathless whisper on your skin. 

You run your fingertips over his skin. 

"You're my true north and without you I'd be lost." He whispers his eyes meeting yours in the dark room, lit only by the dim light from the moon outside. 

"I love you Christopher, and I hope you know I will always be your compass in the dark." You say as you switch your hips so you are on top of him now, looking down into his eyes running your fingertips gently over his cheek.

Leaning down you kiss him, devouring his lips as you adjust your hips down his length, grabbing the headboard for support. His nails digging into your hips, as he sets your pace steadying you both.. 

Both of your moans find their way through the darkness, as your bodies collide in perfect sync with each other. 

You can feel the pressure building, both of you so close now. Chris increases the pace sending you both into your orgasm. You toss your head back, he moans your name. You kiss his lips capturing his moan as you two cum together. 

Breathless you collapse onto his chest. 

"I really love you, you know." He says moving a piece of hair from your eyes. You chuckle. "Well I certainly hope so." You tease. He chuckles. "I love you too Chris and I really do hope you know you can talk to me anytime about anything, and I will do my best to help you get through it. Even if it's taking you to a silly arcade and taking your mind off things for a little while." You say with a smirk.

There was silence for a few minutes and you knew he was thinking about something.

"I think tomorrow I'm going to do this with the team." You laugh immediately at the horrified look on his face as he realized what he had just said. "I mean the arcade part, Jesus." He laughs at himself. "I think they'd like that." You smirk. "the arcade part of course." You tease him. "I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?" He smiles and for the first time in a while he looked truly happy. 

"Absolutely not, however I feel like some negotiations can be had." You smirk over at him. "I think we can work something out." He winks, pulling you back into his body. You cuddle into him. Both falling asleep soon after.

The next morning you hear him rushing around the bedroom. You roll over to look at the clock. It was, however, almost 10am. "What are you doing?" You ask desperately wanting him back in bed with you. He looks over at you with an extremely large gorgeous smile.

"I got, coach to cancel morning skate so I can take the guys out for team building, I'm going to take them to breakfast then to the arcade, loosen them all up and take their minds off hockey for a bit. Some really beautiful intelligent women gave me the idea." He smirks kissing you. 

"She sounds amazing." You joke. "Indeed she is, I'm a lucky man." He winks leaving the room. "Hey." You call to him, grabbing his arm before he can leave without properly saying goodbye and pulling him back towards you.

"Have a great time today okay." You say kissing him. He melts into your lips, hand on your cheek deepening the kiss. "I will, I love you baby, so damn much." He says slowly pulling his lips from yours, catching one more glimpse of you naked in his bed before he leaves. 

Turns out a little time away from the ice was exactly what the team needed. 

They would go on to win the next 5 in a row and were now only 2 points back from being in fourth and getting themselves into the playoffs. 

And Chris knew he owed it all to you.

The team would eventually make it to the playoffs and Chris would get named captain. 

Everything falling into place for the man who deserved the world. 

💙❤