#world juniors

[peachhcs]

i know emma is so proud of gabe after the game tonight esp with him getting player of the game for usa! how would they celebrate his win tonight…

i feel like the … is alluding to something maybe a little.. 🤭🤭 and i’m here for it! 😛😛

she’s definitely super proud of him and let’s say one thing leads to another once they get back to their hotel room.

edit: GUYS this is soo old i’m so sorry im just answering this now. i’m trying to clean out my drafts and inbox and i know i didn’t take it any farther but i wanted to just make it a small blurb instead 😌 but trust..things are coming don’t even worry

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the two sort of stumbled back into emma’s hotel room knowing james and ryan were occupying gabe’s. the boy’s lips attached to hers as they closed the door and started pulling each other’s coats off. when gabe saw emma after the game he was eager to get her back to the hotel after she repeatedly told him how proud she was in english and french.

their tongues fought for dominance. emma’s back hit against one of the walls and gabe sort of trapped her there as they melted into one another and his hand wandered past her hip.

she’d been wearing a cute navy sweater with the american flag on it and a jean skirt paired with those sheer black stocking to keep her legs warm. gabe was pretty enamored by her outfit to say the least. the boy ditched his other zip up leaving him in just his shirt and dress pants as his hand dipped under emma’s thigh and pulled her leg up to his hip.

the girl giggled between kisses, loving the affection from him knowing he never got too touchy when they were in public. his other hand had a firm grip on her back to keep her flush to his chest—their minds quickly becoming hazy as the desire took over.

“i’m so proud of you, gabe,” emma mumbled again.

“i love you,” the hockey player mumbled, pushing her closer to the wall as his body pressed against hers. her fingers toyed with his curls, tugging ever so lightly when he kissed particularly hard or squeezed her leg he was still holding.

“i’m so glad you’re here. you’re my good luck charm,” the boy muttered, their forehead pressing together as they tried catching their breaths for a second.

“i’m glad i’m here too. best winter break ever,” emma grinned and it was the best break she’s ever had. she never used to do a lot during breaks other than hang at home with her brother and parents, so being in canada with her boyfriend was definitely a good change in pace for her.

it at least pulled her away from the constant need to be studying or doing something and just finally letting go and enjoying herself for the two weeks.

they moved themselves to the bed. gabe hovered over the blonde, trying not to press all of his weight onto her as they continued making out. emma’s legs clung around his calves to keep him close, her hands still playing with his hair and messing it up.

a stifled groan escaped the hockey player’s lips when emma shifted and pressed against his hips.

“you okay?” the girl wondered.

“mm, yeah. i’m fine,” gabe got out, his lip sinking between his teeth. emma admired his face for a second, running her fingers across his skin and trying to memorize every divot and freckle on his face. she couldn’t help but smile seeing how pretty and handsome her boyfriend looked.

“what?” gabe flushed when he realized she’d been staring at him.

“nothing, just admiring you,” the blonde mumbled and that made the hockey player blush even deeper. no one had ever said that to him before nor stared at him in the way that emma was.

he buried his face into the crook of her neck in slight embarrassment that he was so red.

“gabeee,” emma laughed, trying to pull his face back to hers.

he let her tug at his chin and a shy smile danced across his features. emma just grinned and pulled his lips back to hers. they indulged themselves for a bit longer until things got a bit more heated and shirts started coming off.

it was safe to say this was the best worlds experience gabe’s had so far and everyone on the team knew it too when they saw his upper chest the next day while they changed for practice.

[backstepping]

the sports journalism we need (yes he’s an actual journalist)

[nottodayjustin]

December 27th 2024 best hockey tweet of the day

[smittyscurls]

Not Gabe dying laughing when Ryan messes up 😭😂

[lucijawriteswords]

losing it | trevor zegras

summary: you and trevor have hit a rough patch recently, with covid and him being away and all, and everything comes to a head over his tournament.

warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! kissing, oral (m receiving). grossly emotional. some fluff. once again relatively tame. once again, unedited. apologies.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: hello hello! firstly, i cannot thank you all enough for your love. i’m absolutely floored. please, continue to let me know how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. it’s all for you anyways. for those of you who love whiny, obedient, indulgent hockey boys, this one is for you. for those of you who prefer the other kind: be patient with me. he’s on the way and he’s worth the wait. yes, the timelines probably don’t line up perfectly. yes, the logistics of everything are off. but you’re probably not here for that ;). i invite you to enjoy this little piece of me. until next time.

18+ below the cut

Z❤️: I don’t think u should come to the tourney

your entire body stilled as you read the message banner on the top of your phone screen. you had to be seeing things. your thumb was shaky as you moved it up to click on the notification. you blamed it on the train.

and there it was. you weren’t seeing things. trevor actually said you shouldn’t go to his tournament.

now, if it was any other tournament, you would’ve probably given in. said yes, settled for just seeing him on facetime. but this was his last time playing for the national team as a junior, a team he had grown up with, a team that was his family, and by extension, yours. you and trevor had been together for years, since you were both fifteen. his friends clowned you two endlessly for it, stating that there was no way it would work out in the big picture, that it was just a teenage thing, and it would end when you guys turned twenty.

you’d never even considered their words until now.

Y/N🌹: wdym?

awful answer, but you truly couldn't figure out what he meant. or rather, if he meant it.

Z❤️: Think I made it pretty clear when I said u shouldn’t come to the tourney. We have the whole covid bubble and I’m not gonna pretend its been sunshine and rainbows w us the past few weeks cause it hasnt

Y/N🌹: ok

Z❤️: Ok? U don’t care?

you scoffed.

Y/N🌹: i care trevor i just don’t wanna argue with you about this. ur obviously pretty convinced i shouldn’t be there so i’m not gonna try and change ur mind abt it

Z❤️: Ok then

Z❤️: I love you

Y/N🌹: i love you more. can we talk more a bit later?

read 4:13pm

you laughed bitterly, trying to ignore the tears stinging your eyes. the screen above the door signaled your stop and you stood, making your way off the train. the boston air was cold, seemingly clawing it’s way through your coat and hoodie and sinking it’s claws into your already wounded heart.

you felt tears, cold on your face. you wiped them away quickly, scolding yourself mentally. get over it, it’s not like he broke up with you. it’s just a tournament. he’ll have more tournaments in his life.

your hand, already cold, seemingly rattled as it pushed the door open to your apartment building. once you were in the elevator, your keys seemed to evade you, playing a game of hide and seek in your bag. huffing in annoyance, you slung the bag off your shoulder, setting it down on the floor of the elevator and rifling through the contents harshly. finally, you located the bastards, seizing them triumphantly, trying with every bit of your being to ignore the usa hockey keychain with his initials on the back. the elevator door ground it’s way open and you stepped out as quickly as possible, muttering to yourself, “hate that fuckin’ elevator.”

the aforementioned bastardized keys jingled loudly as you shoved the correct one into the lock. you twisted it, pushing the door open with your other hand before harshly removing the jesting hunk of metal and tossing it away. the metallic thud and halting of jingling as it landed somewhere was therapeutic to your aching mind.

as you flopped down onto the couch, you realized that all you wanted was to lay down and go to bed. so what if it was only 4:30? it was cold, dead winter in boston, your boyfriend wasn’t home, and you didn’t have anything to do because you didn’t have to pack anymore. you should’ve felt relief, right? no responsibilities, half a month without in person classes, no plane tickets and masks and new, scary airport rules, no name tags around your neck and no girls giggling and groaning right behind you over trevor. but you didn’t feel relief. you’d grown to love the chaos, to understand it and want it. hockey was one of the most important things in trevor’s life, and he was one of the most important things in yours, so hockey became integral to your life too. you learned the ins and outs, befriended his teammates, went to practices and sometimes even dryland, just to see him to what he loved.

it had changed a lot over the past year or so, with him being drafted and then covid. he wasn’t playing in california yet, so there was that, but it was at the forefront of his mind, and you could tell. that’s not to say he wasn’t finding success in college hockey, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. you’d never brought it up until a few weeks ago, when he was about to leave to enter the covid bubble for the juniors tournament. it was the night before he left when you finally brought it up.

two weeks ago

“hey z?”

he lifted his head from whatever he was looking at on his phone. “mhm?”

you walked over and sat down on the couch next to him. “i just want you to know that i’m here for you and you can talk to me.”

his face immediately screwed up and you felt your stomach drop. “what? why’re you saying that? did i do something wrong?” defensive.

you steadied yourself with an inhale. “no, but i just wanted to make sure you knew. i can tell there’s been a lot on your mind recently.”

he scoffed. “yeah, whatever.” his gaze returned to his phone.

“whatever? trevor, are you being serious?”

“yeah, y/n, i am.” he shot back, his gaze fiery as it collided with yours again. “ i’m fine, i don’t know what your deal is.”

“i never said you weren’t fine.”

“no, but you said i don’t seem focused.”

you furrowed your brow and shook your head, incredulous. “i did not say that. i said you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“same difference. what, am i not paying enough attention to you? am i playing poorly? what’s wrong with me now, y/n? what am i failing at? god, you’re stupid sometimes.”

you were stunned, jaw slack as you took in his words. you saw the recognition in his eyes, noticed the way his mouth opened to retract his words and offer a shitty apology, the way his torso rotated towards you and he held up a hand as an ask for forgiveness as he was about to defend himself.

your response was automatic.

“i don’t know why you’re asking what’s wrong with you now because, if i recall, and forgive me if i don’t because i’m so stupid, i’ve said jack shit to you about how much attention you give me or how you play. do you honestly think i care? news flash, i don’t. i don’t fucking care how you play! i don’t care if you don’t score, or get an assist, i wouldn’t fucking care if you didn’t put a single point up all season! because i care about you. i care about if you’re having fun and feeling proud of yourself for how hard you work. i love being able to do it all with you, trevor, but if you’re going to call me stupid for caring about you, i can definitely let you do it on your own.”

it was his turn to be floored.

after a pregnant pause filled with his confused eyes searching your face and your eyes almost letting go of their tears, his voice cut through. “you’re breaking up with me?” you weren’t imagining the tremble in his voice or the watering of his eyes.

“no, trevor, i’m not breaking up with you.” you sniffled, wiping under your eyes with the cuff of your hoodie. his hoodie. “i don’t think i could do that even if i wanted to. i’m just saying you don’t get to be mean to me-” your voice faltered, tears truly flowing now. you tried to keep your sobs inside, feeling the cushion you were on dip as trevor scooted over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you let go, cried into his chest, fingers clutching the back of his sweatshirt. you felt him crying too, the way his back shook and the wetness in the crook of your neck where his head was nestled. you shifted to be on top of him, legs straddling his, but there was nothing sexual about it. you just needed to be as close to him as you could be and you knew he needed you too.

trevor cried and cried and cried. you weren’t even hurt by what he said anymore. you’d known something was bugging him, that his mind wasn’t completely in it, but the way he cried- loud and hard and full of hurt- made you sad. it made you angry.

when you started to feel him twitch and hiccup, gasping for air in between sobs, barely getting air in, you knew your time in silence had ended. “baby, can you look at me?” he just squeezed you tighter and let out another sob into your neck. “honey, please.” he sniffled, reluctantly drawing his face away from your neck. your eyes filled with tears again at the sight of his face: lips and nose red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. you brought your hands to cradle his head, thumbs swiping gently under his eyes. he melted into your touch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, so quiet and tearful you weren’t sure you heard it.

“thank you.” you whispered back, bringing your lips to his forehead and kissing it lightly.

“you’re not stupid. you’re the smartest person i know. i’m just-“ he took a deep breath, willing the tears away from his eyes. “just been really hard lately and i haven’t had an outlet. shouldn't have said that to you. i didn’t mean it.”

“i know, baby. i’m not mad. just wish you hadn’t said it. do you wanna talk?”

he nodded. “yeah, i wanna get it off my chest.”

“i’m listening.”

“i just don’t know if i’m good enough. i’m scared i’m not gonna make it in the league and i’m not gonna do well at worlds. i’m scared i’m gonna let the school team down, scared i’m not doing enough for you or that you’re gonna stop loving me. i don’t know,” he finished with a big sigh.

your eyes searched his face as you formulated an answer. “well, one thing i can promise you is that i’m not gonna stop loving you. and you’re doing more than enough. why do you think that i would stop loving you?”

“i dunno. i’m just in my head.”

“so get out,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood even the littlest bit.

a small smile made its way onto his face. “ha ha.”

“i’m serious, trev. i’m not going to stop loving you. nothing could make me. even if, somehow, life leads us separate ways- and i don’t think it will- i will always have love in my heart for you.”

he nodded with a sniffle, absorbing your words.

while he was in a talking mood, you decided to get the other one out of the way as well. “why’re you so concerned about hockey all of a sudden? you’ve been playing great here, your coaches at camps in california had nothing but good things to say. what’s up?”

“i’m not really sure. i guess i’m just in my head again. i compare myself to other players. like, jack went fucking first overall. he’s not even playing in the tournament because he’s in the nhl. and the guys that are coming, like coley and turcs, they both went above me in the draft. i just- i don’t know. i have the same training and experience and everything as those guys but i feel like i’ll underperform once we all get to the nhl.”

you just nodded, unable to find the right words. you knew how trevor was with hockey. he got in his head and convinced himself he wasn’t good enough even though he was beyond talented.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could muster.

he shakes his head, hair bouncing. “don’t be. not your fault.” a yawn breaks from his mouth.

“tired?” you hum, placing your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him. he lets his head fall sideways and rest on top of yours, his fingers lazily trailing up your sides. he hums an agreement and without another words carries you into the bedroom, sleepy apologies and ‘i love yous’ falling from both of your lips as you drift off.

now

breaking out of your reverie, you realized you were very cold. and your phone had stopped buzzing. standing up with creaky joints, you slipped your phone onto the wireless charger on the coffee table and flipped the heat up a couple degrees, padding into you and trevor’s shared bedroom to grab a sweatshirt.

tugging the garment over your head, you grabbed your favorite soft blanket from the end of the bed and made your way back to the couch to settle in and watch something.

a few minutes into your tv show, your phone screen lit up as it regained its charge, messages and snapchats pouring in.

from one person.

you almost broke the remote with how quickly you slammed the pause button, grabbing your phone with the charger still attached and clutching it tight, immediately opening you and trevor’s messages.

5:07pm

Z❤️: I can talk now if u wanted

Z❤️: Sorry to leave you on read we had a team meeting that I didn’t know about

Y/N🌹: it’s ok

Y/N🌹: should i call u?

Z❤️: Wait one sec

your brows furrowed.

Z❤️: Ok click on this

a banner appeared at the top of your screen from the wallet app:

New Boarding Pass from Southwest Airlines

your heart quite nearly fell out of your body. what kind of joke was he playing at?

Y/N🌹: trev r u serious

Y/N🌹: what kind of joke is this cause i’m not laughing

Z❤️: I’m going to explain everything rn

Y/N🌹: um hell yes you are

Z❤️: Rawr 🐱

despite yourself, a snort escaped your nose.

Y/N🌹: stop being funny and explain

Z❤️: During practice I just wasn’t playing well and a bunch of the guys were chirping me saying ‘how can you keep that bird if you can barely keep a puck’ and other bullshit like that and it just got under my skin

Y/N🌹: t don’t listen to them they’re full of shit

Y/N🌹: you know you’re talented

Z❤️: I know

Z❤️: I miss you so much

Y/N🌹: i miss you more

Y/N🌹: but i don’t understand the ticket. that’s not that bad of a chirp

Z❤️: I just really need you to be here and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it earlier

you smiled, your thumbs flying across the screen of your phone.

Y/N🌹: what airport do i fly into?

Z❤️: It’s all on the boarding pass baby just pack whatever you need for a few weeks cause u change outfits all the time and figure out a ride to the airport

Z❤️: I can order you an uber to the airport?

Y/N🌹: no baby that’s okay you’ve done way more than enough

Y/N🌹: trevor i love you so much

Z❤️: Im not tired I wanna keep talking to you

Z❤️: Can we ft while you pack?

Y/N🌹: you’re perfect

3 days later

the noises of the airport surrounded you as you made your way through the tunnel off the plane, your overfilled carryon and heavy backpack giving your back a run for its money.

waiting by the baggage claim was treacherous. your phone was going crazy in your hand.

Y/N🌹: just landed, waiting by baggage claim

Z❤️: Ok I am outside the baggage claim door

Z❤️: I have a hat and mask on so you might not recognize my wonderful hair or gorgeous face but i have this red and navy usa hky puffer thingy on

Y/N🌹: ur such a weirdo

Y/N🌹: who taught u the word puffer miss girly girl

Z❤️: Shush

Z❤️: Just get your bagggggggggg and come out here I miss you

you smiled at your phone and shut it off, looking at the spinning track, willing your bag to come out quickly.

you bounced impatiently on the balls of your feet as the gray suitcase made its way around, grabbing the handle excitedly and hauling it off the track as it got to you.

the wheels thrummed against the linoleum as you popped the handle up and scurried your way out the door, thanking the employee standing nearby.

the automatic doors squealed on their tracks as your suitcase wheels rattled over the concrete, turning as you exited the doors in a search for trevor. your eyes searched left and right for the navy and red puffer he said he’d be wearing, and when your eyes landed on him, your knees nearly buckled.

“trevor!” you shouted out excitedly, throwing a hand up in the air and waving at him, an unfiltered and toothy and real smile breaking onto your face.

you could practically see him smile even with the mask, walked him step quickly through people until he was clear, then break into a run the last few paces.

his chest collided with you in a bone crushing, devastating hug, a hug that said i’m sorry. i love you. please let me keep loving you. your arms wound around his back, hands digging into his jacket and you buried yourself into him.

“missed you so much, honey. i’m so sorry.” he murmured into your hair, pressing kisses onto your head through the mask.

you nodded, lifting your head from his chest, your eyes meeting. “let’s go to the car, yeah?” you nodded again, following him.

the streets and parking garage were near empty, a strange phenomenon around an airport. trevor’s grip on your hand was tight as he led you to the car, squeezing every now and again, like he couldn’t believe that you were there.

once your bags were in the car and you were sitting next to him in the passenger seat, the atmosphere between you changed drastically. tension shimmered between you two like hot air rising above the blacktop. his hand found its home on your thigh, drawing light circles, making you shiver.

his gaze strayed to you, eyes brimming with something that looked a lot like love, but more like want.

“how far is the hotel?” you breathed out, your true intentions on full display. and why wouldn’t they be?

“bout 45 minutes.” trevor responds, his hand simultaneously moving further up your thigh, nearing your clothed center. you squirmed, crossing your legs, leaning towards him.

“plenty of time, then.” you murmured as you moved your hands towards his zipper, towards what you wanted. you fiddled with the zipper tag, trailing your fingernails across the seam covering his bulge. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he ground out, taking a turn a little to sharp when you scratched your nails down his denim clad thigh.

“or what, z? what’re you gonna do to me? gonna make me pay?” how you would love for him to make you pay.

he whined, the leather of the steering wheel groaning as his grip tightened. “please, baby. please. you’re killing me. i won’t make you pay, ill be so good when we get there, baby, ill do whatever you want.” he sputtered, turning off of the main road onto some side street away for the noise of an inner city airport.

a grin snaked onto your face, finally pulling his zipper down, almost salivating at the sight of this bulge of his pretty cock in his boxers. you shimmied his pants down, fingers digging into his rigid thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh. he huffed out something between a moan and a sob, head lolling to the side. “please, baby, please, just touch me. please, i’ll be good.”

“if you insist.” you cooed evilly, trailing a feather light fingertip over him through his boxers.

incredibly, finally, you took him in your hand, pumping him through his boxers, the soft fabric gliding along him, coaxing a moan from his pretty mouth.

trevor’s eyes, which had never strayed from the road, flared and his hips lifted pathetically in the air, searching for something, anything to relive the ache in his cock.

your core clenched around nothing at the sight of him, of his pathetic and desperate thrusts into the air, at how badly he needed your touch. he was quickly relieved of his boxers as you pushed them down, the fabric bunching around the hem of his pushed down pants. the car slowed to a stop, the noise of then turn signal and his ragged breathing almost comedic, almost shameful, but so, so right.

you looked up at him, the way his jaw clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to play the role of dedicated driver to the cars in the adjacent lanes. an evil grin clawed its way onto your face before you lifted him to your mouth, taking him deeply at once, groaning at the silky, hot skin, the heavy feel of him on your tongue.

"holy fuck-" the car stuttered forward before the brakes were slammed back on, causing his cock to lurch deeper into your mouth, a pathetic whine leaving trevor's lips as he brushed the back of your throat. you just hummed around him, bobbing your head and bracing yourself against the console as the car accelerated slowly into a turn.

a murmured comment of "thank god for tinted windows," or something of that sort, caused you to let a small laugh out of your nose, the muscles in your throat constricting around him. you heard his ragged pants and the sound of his head hitting the headrest as he undoubtedly threw it back.

"baby, i'm gonna lose it, you're killing me." he whined, raising his hips off the seat, the strong muscle of his thigh pushing into your chest.

you simply grinned around his delicious length, pushing your head down till your nose almost met the soft skin at his base before pulling almost all the way off of him, tracing your teeth along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, featherlight and torturous at the same time.

"shit." trevor heaved a sigh, chest caving in as he fought the urge to let go.

you trailed your nails up the taut muscle of his thigh, fingers splaying to anchor yourself. you felt him harden like steel and twitch in your mouth; you could almost smell the release coming over him like a wave, savoring the way his hips rolled and stuttered and finally bucked up into your mouth as he let go with a whimpered "fuck."

you moaned around him, laving your tongue over his now shuddering cock, taking everything he would give you.

"holy shit. holy shit." he whispered, one hand coming down to your head to gently urge you off him, overstimulation crashing over him suddenly and and unbearably.

you just sat back up and licked your lips, drowning in his taste.

"just wait till we get back to the hotel," you chuckled, crossing your legs and turning the radio on.

[tradetobest]

like theyre literally puppies

[wtfdoimake]

can i just say as upsetting as it is to have like and followed and admired some of these players involved in the hockey canada situation, thank god its finally coming out and the victim is getting justice. like the number one priority is not and will never be my team losing a player

[thenhlteaissuperhot]

Bro had to high-five his penalty box buddy before heading out to celebrate

[rowdyluv]

Will and Ryan’s World Jrs headshots ⇝ their Men’s World Championship headshots

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[corrodedcoffins-blog]

want to spreed this video as much as i can. they explain the situation well and give a good resource to learn more

[iamidentical]

i was trawling for world junior content, as you do, and saw this graphic on bardown. it's so interesting. take a careful look at the names:

if you're familiar with the players, you'll quickly notice that some of them have their diacritics included here, whereas some of them don't. i've made a little table to illustrate:

there seems to be no obvious pattern here. maybe notability? then explain why šalé is stripped and my dear 2nd pair D on the basement-dwelling kamloops blazers, matteo kočí, isn't. ročák of the kelowna rockets has his diacritics, while his teammate there, štancl, doesn't. two of the vojtěchs have theirs, while the other two don't. whether they play in europe or north america doesn't seem to matter either.

it'd be one thing if all of the names were naked, as i'd honestly expect from bardown, and a really unexpected and pleasant surprise if all the diacritics were present and correct. but they're not, and i think the inconsistency is maybe even more of an issue than if the person behind this graphic had never clicked on the special characters box at all. it kind of lulls you into a certain sense of security when you see some of them there (and if you're unfamilar enough with czech names to not know that tomas should be tomáš). you trust that this graphic is delivering accurate spelling. if the first name your eye lands on looks like vojtěch čihař, then hell, i guess matej mastalirsky must be fine, eh?

and diacritics are important. they're not just pretty decoration—they convey vital information about pronunciation. even if you don't know exactly what they mean, they help you twig to the fact that a particular name or word isn't said the way you might want to say it. and fundamentally, it's about respect. matěj maštalířský's name is just that, every stroke included.

if only bardown wouldn't confuse us this way!

by the way, here's slovakia:

have you ever seen such a sad bunch of denuded names in your life! except róbert fedor, he's special and they like him.

it's also worth noting that bardown did give the swedes and finns all of their applicable diacritics.

so who made these graphics and prepetrated these seemingly inexplicable inconsistencies? who's behind me staying up til 5 am making tables in microsoft word?

i need to know!

[peachhcs]

will and Samy spending time together on new years

i’m gonna write about last year when they were in sweden for world juniors since samy’s will be in canada this year and will has a game on new year’s eve :)

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there were only about three hours until midnight once the game ended. the boys went out once they changed into more comfortable clothes after learning that downtown was holding a celebration in the main square and there would be fireworks.

samy excitedly followed after will and his friends as everyone walked the few blocks to where the parties were happening. music could already be heard bouncing between the buildings and the night felt young still.

“i can’t believe it’s almost 2024,” will mumbled where him and samy’s hands were connected as they walked side by side behind everyone else.

“me neither. it went so fast,” samy hummed, thinking back to how crazy this year was with will getting drafted, then finally getting together, and starting college.

“it did, but a lot of good things happened this year,” the blonde hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. the girl flushed, “a lot of good things did happen. i’m glad they happened too.”

the group made it into the main square. people were walking around with new year’s hats and glasses on, the anticipation bubbling for the new year to come. rutger and his friends immediately went to grab drinks at one of the open bars. with the drinking age being 18 in sweden, the guys could get drinks without getting into any trouble. aram and drew followed, looking back at their other friends if they wanted to join too.

"why not? it's new year's," ryan smiled and went with them. gabe glanced back at will who glanced at samy.

"maybe a little won't hurt," the girl agreed to and so the three of them went to the bar. the hockey players filled the place to the brim, taking advantage of the lower drinking age.

rutger ordered a round of shots for everyone, his spirits high and feeling gracious because it was the holidays. the boys crowded around to take them together. it burned their throats, but it felt good. samy giggled watching will down it in one go.

"damn, that's strong," he mumbled, wiping his lips off of any extra.

"it's no cheap alcohol, huh?" gabe mumbled and immediately asked for a whiskey and coke. samy was a fan of her daiquiri's and will just got what she got since he didn't really care for any fancy drinks.

once they got their drinks, the six of them found a booth to sit at for a while. will had samy wrapped in his arms on the end as they sipped their drinks and slowly got more tipsy with each sip. zeev joined their group a moment later, a bright smile on his face.

"god, i can't believe we're here," the dark-haired boy grinned and the others quickly agreed.

"feels like a dream and i can only hope it will get better," ryan grinned meaning the playoffs coming up in a few days. team usa had been on fire the last few games and the boys hoped the energy would carry them to the finals.

"honestly, what a year. it flew by. so much happened," gabe commented.

"i was just telling will that. feels like i lived five different lifetimes this year," samy giggled, glancing over at her boyfriend who flushed even more than he already was. alcohol always made his cheeks pink.

"tell me about it. let's think about it. we finished the dev program. we won u18s. a lot of us got drafted. samy and will finally figured each other out and got together. we went to college. we're here," aram listed off every major accomplishment from the year.

"samy graduated high school too," will added making the others snicker.

"it was a good year. i'm satisfied," drew hummed, leaning back against the seat.

"yeah, me too. i hope next year is even better," ryan agreed and the seven of them spent a bit longer in the bar before venturing back out into the streets.

they were definitely all drunk. the guys ran ahead to grab new year's hats from someone givng them out while samy pulled out her little camera to capture some photos. will clung to her side, always a bit more clingy when he was drunk, a lazy smile on his lips as he watched his friends pose stupidly for pictures.

"i'll get some of you and smitty," ryan offered and pushed the couple to where they were just standing. samy leaned herself into will as ryan snapped away. the blonde kissed her cheek for one of them, a bright blush on her cheeks at his affection.

"i can't believe i'm saying this, but you guys are adorable," aram admitted as he watched the two take pictures.

"aw, thanks aram. means a lot," samy grinned and snatched her camera back to take more candids of the boys.

the inner square was lively as midnight approached. samy forced will to dance around with her to the music, most of it being music she'd hear in frat basements. the two spun each other around, slow danced, kissed a few times, and just enjoyed one another's presence being in sweden away from the watchful eyes of their parents for once.

"i want another daiquiri. you guys want anything else?" samy wondered, suddenly craving another drink because her other one was starting to wear off.

"i'll take one," gabe agreed.

"me too," ryan said and then all of them wanted another one.

"i'll help you carry them," will smiled and the two went back into the bar. samy waved the bartender down and ordered all seven drinks. will slid his card through before she could even think about getting her own out.

"will," samy immediately complained.

"i got you, don't worry. they'll pay me back later anyway," he shrugged her off, kissing her cheek instead. the brunette rolled her eyes, but let it go for now.

while they waited for the drinks, the tv was on playing video feed of other countries celebrating the new year until it went back to sweden's broadcast. neither will or samy understood what she was saying, but they saw the time two minutes away from midnight.

"looks like 2023 is almost over," the girl mumbled with a small smile.

"wow. feels bittersweet, but i'm so glad i have you going into 2024," will also got super cheesy when he was drunk too. his words made the younger hughes blush.

"you're so corny," she mumbled.

"maybe, but i love you," will leaned in close. people started counting down from 10 while samy and will only got closer at the bar. their eyes dipped to their lips at the same time and when everyone's cheers erupted marking the start of the new year, they leaned in to share a sweet, passionate kiss.

everyone celebrated around them, but will and samy were in their own world as they continued kissing until they couldn't breathe and needed air. hot blushed were on both of their faces.

"i love you," samy grinned. the bartender came back with all of their drinks and the two quickly thanked them as they rushed back outside.

the guys were jumping around, screaming in excitement when the other two finally joined them. they all grabbed their drinks, clinking them together before washing them down their throats.

"took you guys long enough," ryan mumbled with a small smirk.

"oh, i think we all know what they were doing," gabe snickered, punching will's shoulder while the couple just flushed and brushed their comments off.

the teasing didn't matter as long as they were happy.

[nottodayjustin]

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