5′9″ Tyler Ennis tries to pat the top of 6′5″ Frederik Gauthier’s head

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Auston Matthews

Kasperi Kapanen 

William Nylander 

Morgan Rielly 

Tyler Seguin

Jeff Skinner

Mathew Barzal

A Drunk Tongue  | Tyler Sguin

Requested: nope Word count: 1882 Note: I kinda have an idea for a part 2 to this so if you’d like…Edit: Part two is up now

When Tyler’s phone lights up at 3am, his first thought is that there must be something very, awfully, deadly wrong with you.

After all, in 2 years of being friends with you, he’s never gotten a nightly phone call from you. You’re always soundly asleep by midnight, more responsible than he ever has been, and whenever you’re not, it’s because he’s keeping you awake.

“Hello?” he grumbles into the phone, sleep still lacing his words, his eyes barely opening. He hears a lot of noise in the background, people talking, music.

“Tyyyyy!” you squeal, giggling, and he realizes right away that you’re drunk.

Then it comes back to him. You told him you’d be going out to celebrate your roommate’s birthday tonight, despite not really wanting to. You told him how much you hated that he wasn’t there.

You didn’t really ever go out; it just wasn’t really your scene, and you were a bit of a lightweight. Tyler had dragged you out a few times, and you did have fun when you went, but it was mostly because you knew he was always right there to carry you home.

Tyler knew you were a lightweight too, and whenever he brought you out, he made sure to stay clearheaded. You were very touchy and loving when you had a drink, and he liked being able to wrap his arm around you and pull you close to him. Just to keep you safe, of course. Not at all because he’d been in love with you for over a year.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles into his phone. “What are you up to?”

“Give me the phone!” he hears another familiar voice speak, and then there’s some rustling in his ear and suddenly it’s your roommate, on the phone.

“Tyler, hi, sorry for calling you. Y/N is a bit drunk, and she keeps muttering about how much she wants to cuddle your dogs, and we wanna go to another club but I’m worried she’s going to crash. I was going to just put her in a cab but I was wondering if I could give the driver your address? She really won’t shut up about you, dude.”

His heart flutters at the words and instantly, he feels awake. “Don’t put her in a cab, just let me pick her up.” He’s already out of bed, pulling some sweatpants on and a hoodie, a baseball cap covering his hair. Your roommate tells him what club you’re at - one he frequents often, too - and he’s in his car within half a minute.

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All My Love Is Yours

Willy comes in with the cake, setting it on the counter. You’re sitting on one of the stools in front of it, hand resting on your growing belly, grinning excitedly. Today is the day.

He comes to kneel down in front of you and you start to giggle like you always do when he does this, “Gonna finally figure out what we’re calling you, little thing,” he coos to your rounding stomach before pressing a quick, gentle kiss right above your navel.

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I Can’t Replace You - Frederik Andersen Imagine

A/N: This prompt was requested by @xolittlecaitlinxo, and I’m super happy that she wasn’t seriously injured in a car wreck she just recently experienced! 

Characters: Frederik Andersen

Words: 1,421

Warnings: Brief Language, Car Accident

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All Your Life// William Nylander

You’d met William Nylander when you were young. Your family moved around quite a bit, but somehow fate put you in Washington DC around the same time that William’s father was traded to play for the Washington Capitals.

Despite how young the both of you were, the two of you almost instantly became best friends. Your father’s company had connections with the Caps which in turn meant you has season tickets. You could remember spending almost every game sat beside Willy, hopelessly listening to him trying to explain everything to you. Even now, many years later, those are some of your fondest childhood memories.

The following year, both your’s and William’s family moved. Causing the separation of you and who you thought would be your lifelong friend. You found yourself living in New York, which wasn’t a horrible place for an eleven-year-old to live. But you were lonely without Will, however you made sure you got to see him every time he came to town.

It didn’t take long for fate to bring you two back together though. The following season, William’s family was brought to New York, his dad having been traded to the Rangers. It was like nothing had changed between you and Willy, the two of you picked up exactly where you left off.

As time went on things changed of course, you moved again and so did he. But ultimately you both found your way back to DC for a time. But that didn’t last either.  

Even after all these years, you could still remember William saying goodbye to you for the last time. The way he fought back tears because he was trying to act tough. You remembered the way he tucked your long hair behind your ear and smiled sadly, promising to keep in touch. Or the way he said that you’d have to come visit him, wherever they landed, even if it was back in Sweden.

But the one thing you could remember clear as day, almost as if it had just happened, was the way be slowly and cautiously leaned in to kiss you. The action had caught you completely off guard. After all, you hadn’t even given much thought to you and Willy being anything but friends. But in the moment, you could see an entire future with him. It was strange the way it worked.

But in a second, he was gone, much like a ghost.

You’d tried to keep in touch with him. You both called whenever you could, but as you both got older it got harder. By the time he moved back to Sweden you knew you’d probably never speak again. But that was okay, you’d grown up and moved on with your life. To you, William had become just another little blip on a timeline. Another childhood friend lost to the years.

By the time you graduated high school, you barely even remembered knowing him at all. You still watched hockey when it was on though and went to a few games with your dad, but in no way would call yourself a true fan. You didn’t even know William had been drafted, or that he was still playing.

For college, you found yourself at the University of Toronto, on almost a full academic scholarship. You were more than excited to finally get out on your own. You couldn’t wait to explore the city and country. You were finally getting the opportunity to be on your own, no strings attached.

You’d finally ditched your deadbeat high school boyfriend, who’s only aspiration was to join a frat and go on the longest bender possible. Your parents had finally settled down in upstate New York, saying that it was always their dream to live there. You’d finally figured out what you wanted to do with your life and knew that Toronto was probably where you wanted to stay to do it. You finally felt as if life was falling into place for you.

You were walking out of one of your favorite coffee shops when someone came running in and smashed right into you, both knocking you on the ground and spilling your coffee everywhere. You’d already had a shit day thanks to your alarm not going off on time, so you were ready to scream at the person before-

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry! Here let me help you-“ The person stopped speaking abruptly, which made you look up.

Your eyes went wide. He was the last person you expected to quite literally run into. Yet, here you both where.

“Y/N?” His blue eyes were twice as wide as yours.

“William. I- What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“I live here, well kind of,” He carefully helped you up to your feet,” I play hockey here, for the Marlies.”

Your breath hitched, you didn’t know all that much about hockey, but your dad was a Toronto native and you could remember him saying that the Marlies were like a development team thing for the Maple Leafs. Which, as far as you knew, meant that William had made it.

“That’s um- that’s great. I guess I should’ve known you were still playing,” You laughed almost nervously.

“What about you? God, we haven’t seen each other since we were kids!” He exclaimed,” You um- you look-“

“Yeah, you too,” You quickly replied,” I um, I go to U of T now. So, uh yeah.”

The two of you continued the extremely awkward interaction for a few more minutes before you finally decided to run. He put his number in your phone and told you to let him know if you ever wanted to catch up or come to a game. You hadn’t seen him play in years and that was long before he was playing actual pro level hockey.

You didn’t text him for a few weeks. You’d gone back and forth with your roommate, explaining the whole situation and asking multiple times if she thought it was a good idea. In all, it took you nearly four weeks to work up the courage to actually text him. It surprised you that he texted back almost automatically.

Somehow, despite the differences that appeared in the years since you’d last been friends, you both settled back into your friendship. Just like last time, it was almost as if nothing had ever changed. As time went on, you spent more and more time with Willy.

He’d come hang out in your dorm when you still lived on campus and later at your apartment. You’d spend time with him and his teammates over at his place. The two of you became almost inseparable. You loved almost every minute of it.

“You’re coming tonight, right?” William asked before one of the last games of his season.

“Wouldn’t miss it, you dumbass,” You laughed,” Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Plus, thanks to you I now love watching grown men hit each other for a little rubber puck.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, something he’d started doing in the previous weeks. You would’ve been confused by it, if you hadn’t wished it’d turn into something more. It almost seemed crazy to you, but you wished that you and Willy would be more than just friends.

“Would you mind maybe wearing this?” William asked, tossing you one of his jerseys,” I mean you don’t like, have to or anything.”

“I would’ve worn one a long time ago,” You admitted, tugging the jersey on,” But honestly I was too broke to buy one, and I didn’t want to steal one of yours, unless you wanted me too.”

“Okay, right. I’ll see you after the game?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t help but feel a little stupid. He was just being polite because you didn’t have a jersey and just about everyone you knew that went to the games did. But you went to the game and proudly wore his jersey, knowing it obviously didn’t mean what you thought it did.

He proved you wrong a couple of months later. He’d taken you out for pizza for your birthday, which turned into you both talking and walking the streets of Toronto. You both joked about things you’d done together when you were younger. You knew things were changing between you two, you could practically feel the tension that had been building.

“I hated when you left the last time,” You admitted,” That was honestly one of the hardest years.”

He stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. You weren’t quite sure what was going on with him, he’d been acting a little off all night. Part of you figured it was because he’d been hit pretty hard during the last game, or maybe he was starting to worry about being called up to play for the Leafs.

But when he cupped your face and leaned in, your entire body threatened to shut down. This kiss wasn’t the same as the one you shared years ago. This time you were both older and obviously knew what you were doing. But somehow, it was still cautious and careful. You could tell he didn’t want to overstep.

You found yourself clutching onto him, almost as if you’d float away if you let go of him. When you broke away, you were both breathless. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, truth be told you felt like a kid again.

“I should’ve done that sooner,” He admitted.

“I agree.”

From that moment on the two of you spent as much time together as you could. You’d steal kisses before a game, or sometimes he’d meet you at campus in between your classes. You’d call each other when he was on the road and spend hours on the phone.

It wasn’t an easy relationship, that was for sure. The distance in the off season was awful and the constant road trips were brutal. Yet, somehow, you’d managed to make it work. The both of you said it was because you’d managed to do it as children, so why not now?

Which brings you to your current situation, two years later. You, William, and some of his teammates from the Maple Leafs were all hanging out at the apartment that you and William now shared. William was lying with his head in your lap, laughing at something Auston had said, as you played with Willy’s long blond hair. Willy was running his fingers up and down your arm that was draped across his chest, which caused you to smile slightly.

“God, can you two stop being so cute?” Mitch groaned,” It’s gross Will!”

“Oh please, you and Steph are just as bad,” You pointed out.

Mitch grumbled, but didn’t say another word. I loved days like this, when we could all just hang out. The season had rough this year in terms of the schedule. If Willy wasn’t gone, you were off working at an art studio. Sometimes you’d forget how long you’d been there and Willy would have to come drag you home.

“Are you coming to the game in New York next week?” Willy asked you suddenly.

You looked down at him and smiled softly,” Yeah, my parents are coming into town for it too. You really should consider yourself lucky that my dad’s even coming.”

“Why? What’s wrong with your dad?” Auston asked, having met both of your parents when they came to visit in the fall.

“He has this weird thing with the Rangers now,” William answered for you,” Don’t really know when or how it started. But he hates MSG now.”

“Well, that and he was totally thrilled when he found out I was dating a hockey player,” You added,” But I think he relaxed when he found out it was Willy.”

“Oh? So, Willy is better than the rest of us?” Mitch questioned, obviously trying not to laugh.

“It just that we’ve known each other almost all our lives,” Willy shrugged,” I guess he figured I wouldn’t hurt her.”

You smiled and combed through his hair some more,” He also knows that you know that he’d kill you if you ever did anything.”

Willy hummed and closed his eyes, seemingly content for the time being. You were almost positive the boys would give him crap later, they almost always did, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d gotten up to walk the boys out, but the moment he came back inside he returned to the same position and put your hand back on his head. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, little snores falling from his lips.

Your heart felt so full, you knew it sounded so incredibly corny, but you didn’t know how you could possibly love anyone more than you loved him. All the little things over the years only made you love him even more. The way you used to chase each other through your back yard or go to all the games together. The way that he’d call you after each move and complain that he’d rather be where you were.

There was no doubt about it, you’d loved William in one way or another for most of your life. He seemed to always be there, but when he did leave he always found his way back. You didn’t think you’d ever have a relationship like this until you two found each other again. Now you couldn’t imagine anything else.

“I’m going to ask you to marry me one day,” He mumbled a few hours later.

You smiled softly, knowing he was still pretty much asleep and probably didn’t know what he was saying. But that didn’t stop you from replying in the only way you could.

“Well, one day I’ll say yes.”

Seen You Around - Jack Hughes

Author’s Note- another jack hughes coming your way while we drown in requests. -the og

Summary- (requested-  can you do a jack hughes imagine where he has seen you around school and then sees you at a ntdp game and finally talks to you and asks you out or something like that)

Word Count- 900+

Warnings- the child

You walked down the hallway like it was nothing; that bothered him. Jack couldn’t watch you just walk away. He wanted to say something but he didn’t know what. Ever since he’s started to notice you more he couldn’t help but wish you were someone he was close to. Today he admired the hockey hoodie you had on as you go walked by on your phone, responding to a text to from your friend.

Suddenly John shoved Jack up against his locker, “Pay attention,” he said. “I’ve been talking for three minutes while you’ve been staring at her.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Good thing you’re always talking Beech.”

“You’re a jerk. She wouldn’t like you.”

“That’s not even what’s going on. You’re annoying, Beecher.”

“I know it.”

John’s words were a bit harsh to Jack. Jack just groaned and walked away to his neck class, his next class that he had with you. You would go on to sit a row ahead of him, not focusing on class as your phone sat beside you.

The teacher shouted your name when she noticed you on your phone. “Huh?” You asked.

“What are you doing?”

“Making some Friday night plans.”

“Find another class to do that in.”

Although Jack would never mention it, it was something about the way you carried yourself this past week. He laughed as you put your phone in your backpack, giving in to what the teacher said to do. He didn’t think you’d notice him. But when you heard the chuckle you turned to see Jack sitting and trying to cover it up, you shook your head smiling at him.

It wasn’t long before that class was over and he’d be leaving for the day. On his way out he walked beside you, somehow getting stuck there when you two were turning something in. He was the first one to speak, because little did he know but you were just as nervous.

“It helps if you sit in the back,” Jack told you. “She doesn’t pay as much attention.”

“Funny the only spot left in the back is beside you,” you said.

“That’s not such a bad thing.”

“Guess not… I’ll see you later Hughes.”

It really had occurred to him then that he didn’t know anymore than your first name and now you were walking away. He wondered what it was as you disappeared into another class room. That’s when Trevor came up behind Jack, kicking his backpack.

“You got the hots for Y/N, or something?” Trevor laughed.

“Pfft no,” Jack said, rolling his eyes.

“Well then you won’t be disappointed when I say that she’ll be coming to our game tonight.”

“What?”

“Alex and I have noticed you staring at her, we know you like her. So we said something about coming to our game… great Friday night plans, huh?”

That was what stuck on Jack’s mind all through his pregame routine. And the boys knew it. They knew you’d messed with the top prospects mind. And that’s why they were working that much harder at making sure he was gonna get you. They’d tease him, but they were gonna help him.

You showed up to the game that night in your USA hockey sweatshirt and your best friend beside you. She knew you’d had a thing for Jack, so she was working hard on getting you to build the confidence up to do something. And hopefully not something stupid.

“He’s looking at you.”

Looking down at the ice you saw Jack out for warm ups. He was looking up at you as he talked to Trevor. You smiled, your cheeks turning red then as you looked away.

“Maybe he’ll want to talk after the game,” she said.

“I already have to meet Trevor. He asked me to come see him about something.”

You didn’t know what it was but you tried not to think of it. The entire game you sat at the game you nervously snacked on your popcorn. The thought of seeing Jack later, when you were supposed to see Trevor, made you weak. Whenever you made eye contact with Jack, it took you less than a second to look away. But that made him think you didn’t like him, that you were trying to ignore him, and that worried him.

After the game, you went to meet Trevor where he told you to. Trevor walked out with Jack beside him. Trevor laughed when he saw the look of panic on your face. He walked over to you, bringing Jack with him. 

“I had nothing to say to you,” Trevor said. “Other than thanks for coming.”

“Yeah whatever Zegras.”

“Have fun.”

With that Trevor left you alone with Jack. It stayed silent for a bit because neither of you knew what to say. You swore that later you were gonna have to have a talk with Trevor because this was unfair. 

“Okay so,” Jack started. “All the guys are saying that they think I should ask you out, and I never have because I’m really scared that if I do you’re gonna say no.”

Jack looked at you. He was beyond nervous. He put his hands in his pockets and he swayed. You smiled and asked, “Well why don’t you give it a shot?”

“Do you… do you want to go out tomorrow night?” he stumbled.

“Of course, Hughes. What girl wouldn’t? Just text me.”

“Seriously?”

“For real.”

Auston Matthews - You’re never here.

“I think we should have another kid.” Auston said while holding your sleeping one and a half-year-old son in his arms. “What?” It wasn’t actually a question, more confusion on your part than anything else. “I said, we should have anoth-” “I heard you the first time.”

You took a deep breath, was he really suggesting you two having another kid? Like one wasn’t bad enough. You loved your son, you really did, but he could be a major pain in the ass. From refusing to eat his dinner and running around the house screaming to waking you up three times a night at ungodly hours.

You were tired, no scratch that, you were exhausted and thinking about another child in your life scared the crap out of you. It wasn’t like you didn’t want another child, you just wanted your husband to be a little more involved with the one you already had.

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the goal. the SMILE. the happiness from his surrounding teammates. pulling the monkey off his back.

this goal was everything and MORE. willy, i love you i’m soBBING.

Wild @ Leafs | January 3, 2019

to see your face (iv.)

gif credit: @for-that-cotton-candy

the saga: (i.) (ii.) (iii.)

author’s note: this literally took forever wow but i’ve actually been busy!! senior year and college applications are kicking my ass, but actually it was all worth it because i got into my top two schools (with a scholarship to one of them!!). im just super hecking proud of myself, i thought i’d share that with you guys. anyways, here’s the next installment of to see your face!! as always, please like and reblog if you enjoyed, and feel free to drop any thoughts in my ask box! it’s kind of a mess, but i hope you guys like it anyways :)

summary: you’re a fashion blogger/model from NYC. so why would auston matthews, hockey player and saving grace of toronto hockey, follow you?

warnings: baby’s first leafs game!!

word count: 2496

The sunlight streaming in through the hotel curtains would usually be a welcome wake-up call, but the pounding headache settling in behind your eyes was really killing the peaceful vibe. You roll over, slapping at your nightstand to locate your phone and squinting at all the text notifications waiting to be acknowledged.

Annika: hope you had fun yesterday bb!!

Annika: it certainly looked like you did ;)

You snort at her brazenness and shoot back a quick ‘i’m gonna kill u. lunch?’ before swiping to the next message; an unsaved number.

(416)-xxx-xxxx: It’s Auston. Let me know when you wake up. One night isn’t nearly long enough to get to know you the way that i want to. Let’s figure something out.

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face as pieces of the previous night consumed your thoughts. The fact that you had actually met him was still so unbelievable. A few short months ago, you were pining harder than ever, lurking on his instagram page; now you’re waking up to his texts.

You let your thumbs hover over the keyboard before finally settling on a simple ‘good morning i am hungover and hungry.’

Falling back onto your pillows, you let out a content sigh. Your head may feel like a percussion orchestra is giving the performance of their life inside of it, and your mouth may taste like something died in it, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your phone sounded off right as you were slipping through your door, signaling that you had an incoming call. Your brows furrowed at the sight of Annika’s contact picture-a photo you’d snapped of the two of you at lunch just an hour ago-on your screen. You swiped to answer it. “Hey,” you said. “I just got up to my room, what happened? Did I leave something in your car?”

“Nope,” she singsongs. Her tone immediately has your guard going up. “I’m just calling to say that I hope you have a clear schedule for tonight, because we have plans!”

You groan and settle heavily at the foot of your bed, pinning the phone between your shoulder and ear to free your hands to undo the laces of your sandals. “What are you talking about?”

“I may have asked Kappy to do me a favor and get you an extra ticket for the friends and family box, and he just called me to say he was able to pull through! You can sit in the box with me and some of the other girls. You’ll come, won’t you?”

You gnaw on your lower lip. “But I’m…really neither a friend nor family. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh, hush,” Annika scoffs. “ Apparently, Auston hasn’t shut up about you, and Freddie asked Kappy this morning when the next time I was bringing you around would be.”

The thought of the two boys asking about you made you break into a full-blown grin. “Okay, okay,” you laugh. “What time? And what do I wear?”

“I’ll be there at five. Don’t wear a skirt or anything-I’m assuming you don’t have any Leafs stuff? Some nice jeans and a cute top will work.” You blow out a noisy breath, and Annika laughs at the sound. “You need to relax; everything will be fine. The girls will love you.”

You hum absently and say a goodbye before hanging up.

Glancing at the clock, you realize you only have an hour and a half to get ready to meet twenty women who will immediately be judging you based on your appearance. NO BIGGIE, you think, tying your hair back. You’ve walked for Moschino at Paris Fashion Week. You’ve walked the red carpet at award shows and movie premieres. You can do this.

You cannot, in fact, do this. You feel like you’re overheating in your white pants and sherpa jacket combo, but you’re too nervous about the cropped tank top you’re wearing to take it off. Annika holds tightly to your (sweaty) hand as she pulls you through the upper halls of the ACC to your suite.

“Annika, wait,” you blurt out. She drops her hand from where she was about to pull open the door and pivots to face you, a look of confusion on her face. “I don’t-I don’t know if I can-”

“Oh, Nora,” she steps in close and places her hands on your cheeks, cradling your face in her palms. “Listen to me. You’ve got this. Think of it like-like they’re just any other girls on a shoot. Yeah? You can do it right?” She brushes a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face back. “I promise you, if you can run a campaign for American Eagle, you can meet a couple girls at a hockey game.”

You nod slowly. What she says makes sense; it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known Auston or Freddie for-you were invited, you got a pass, and you deserve to be here. “You’re right,” you blow out a breath. “Sorry, yeah, you’re right.”

She smiles brightly, letting go of your cheeks. You wiggle your nose, trying to get blood flowing. Annika opens the door and pulls you through it, smiling at the room of women.

The sound of loud, mindless chatter hits your ears as you step through the door. In the suite,  old and young people alike are milling about, helping themselves to a buffet in the corner or finding their seat along a glass wall overlooking the ice. Annika immediately makes a beeline for a blonde woman sitting alone and picking at a plate of green beans on her lap. “Steph!” She calls.

The woman-Steph- glances up at the sound of her name. A bright smile takes over her features as her eyes lock with Annika’s. “Annie!” she squeals, popping up to squeeze her into a hug. “I missed you! How is everything?”

“It’s good! There’s someone I want you to meet,” she steps aside and tugs you closer by the sleeve. “This is Nora. Nora, this is Stephanie. She’s here for Mitch Marner.”

Before you can speak, Steph’s jaw is dropping and her eyes are darting between you and Annika. “Annie,” she stage-whispers. “Are you serious? Nora Brillinger?” She snaps her mouth shut and offers her hand. “I’m Stephanie, but you can call me Steph. It’s…crazy to think that I’m meeting you right now,” she titters nervously.

Your face is breaking out into a smile before realize. “It’s nice to meet you,” you laugh. “You know me?”

“Know you?” She scoffs, not unkindly. “The girls all follow your style and blog, like, religiously. They’re going to be SO jealous that I got to meet you.”

“Are none of the other girls here?” Annika asks, confused.

“Nope,” Steph shakes her head. “Just me tonight. They couldn’t make it.”

“Well, we’ll have to take a picture later,” you say solemnly. You can’t help the relief flowing through your body. “And you can let them know you met me.”

“Absolutely,” she laughs. “Oh, hey, I think the game is about to start. Let’s get good seats!”

The three of you wander down to the seats overlooking the rink. Annika stops along the way to grab the three of you beers. “What?” She asks, defensive when she sees the looks the two of you are giving her. “I get stressed, and I know you guys will too.”

You settle down in your chair, nursing your beer. The boys are getting settled into their positions on the ice; from where you sit, you can see number 16 pat his heart twice, looking up at the box. Steph fiddles with her necklace, taking a deep breath. She smiles when she notices you watching her. “I used to think that it would get easier, watching him, but I don’t think it ever will. I’m still just as scared now as I was the first time I watched.”

You smile sympathetically back at her, even if you don’t fully understand. You never thought that hockey would be a source of anxiety, but now that you think about it, the amount of injuries one could possibly come away with is way higher than normal.

“Thirty-four is Auston,” Annika stage whispers to you. “Just, you know. Just letting you know.”

Steph hears, obviously, and she gives you a look. “Oh!” She smiles, sickly sweet. “Auston, huh?”

You roll your eyes, groaning. “Don’t start. It’s…new.”

Her eyes widen impossibly further. “Oh, it’s new, huh?”

“Can we just…watch the game?” Your cheeks are burning. You press your face into your palms.

The girls laugh, but they take the hint. The game starts; Freddie splashes water over his face between whistles, and you make a mental note to ask one of the girls for his number. Talking to him at the party had been incredibly easy, and you could definitely see a friendship blossoming between the two of you. Plus, you wanted to touch back on his little meltdown over his own one-that-got-away.

You spent most of the game tracking Auston, just like everyone else. It was easy to see why some fans were so passionate about him and the sport; on the ice, he was electric. He was nothing like the mellow man you had met the night prior, the man you had spent all day thinking about. He was intense, confident to the point of being almost cocky. You couldn’t deny that you were into it.

The sound of the buzzer heralded the end of the game. The three of you stood and stretched, limbs buzzing from lack of use. On the ice below, the players lined up for handshakes. The arena was alive, thrumming with energy from a game filled with excitement and suspense.

“I’m glad they could pull out a win for your first game, Nora.” Steph pipes up. “What did you think?”

“I had fun!” You beam. “Usually the hockey games I go to are pretty boring. This one, though…this crowd is something else.”

The three of you continue to chat as you leave the box. Before you know it, you’re deep in the tunnels of the arena. The realization has you screeching to a halt. “Oh, guys, I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here. The exit is back that way.”

Annika and Steph looked at each other before bursting into giggles. “Nora,” Annika chokes out. “Nora, sweetie, we’re not leaving.”

“Uh,” you say. “What.”

“We’re going to the locker room, silly!” Steph grabs your hand. “And then we’re all going out for drinks to celebrate!”

You dig your heels into the floor as she tries to tug you along with them. “Wait, wait, wait,” you cry. “This was NOT part of the agreement!”

Annika glances over her shoulder. “But you’re here now, so you’re coming! We’re all going to go celebrate, and we’re going to have a really good time, and you and Auston are going to talk and fall in love and have lots of babies and a really expensive wedding. Okay? Okay, cool.”

The three of you round a corner, and in front of you stands a heavy looking double door with the Maple Leafs crest carved into it. You can hear music blaring from the other side of the doors, as well as muffled laughter and voices. You can feel your stress levels peaking.

“How does my hair look? Is my mascara smudged?” You hiss, tugging at Annika’s sleeve.

She snorts, but tucks a few stray hairs back into place and runs a finger under your eyes. “There,” she says. “All better.”

Right as you go to roll your eyes back at her, the sound of the doors clicking open reaches your ears. A few players you don’t recognize file out before you catch sight of Freddie walking behind them. You call his name and watch as several people turn to look at you with questioning eyes.

Oops.

He doesn’t seem at all bothered, however, and visibly perks up when his eyes meet yours. He makes his way over, saying quick hellos to the girls before surprising you by wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Nora!” He laughs. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. It’s good to see you again. I’m glad everything worked out last night.”

“Hi, Fred,” you say, your voice muffled on account of your face being squished into his chest. “Good to see you again, too. Good game. Also, I can’t breathe.”

He lets you go, but leaves a hand on your arm. “I’m happy you came,” the corner of his mouth tilts up. “I know someone else that will be happy you came, too.”

Your cheeks flush a dark red, and you punch him in the chest. “Shut up,” you hiss. “Where is he?”

“Miss him already?” He teases, and then dodges your second punch quickly. “Okay, okay, jeez. He should be…oh, he’s right here.”

Peering over your shoulder, you see Auston. He’s standing with Annika and Kappy, who also must have just made his way out, scrolling through his phone, looking rather bored.

“Hey, Auston!” Freddie calls, a teasing lilt in his voice. You just roll your eyes. If your face gets any more red, you’re going to pass out from sheer embarrassment.

Auston glances up. He sees you standing slightly behind the goaltender and smiles, pocketing his phone and beginning to make his way over.

Freddie turns back to you and drops his voice. “I’ll let you two talk. Are you coming out with us tonight?”

You nod. “Unfortunately.”

He snorts. “I’ll see you later, then. Come find me, we’ll do a shot or something.”

You smile back. Auston has finally reached you both, and Freddie claps him on the shoulder as he turns to leave. The two of you look at each other; you can feel yourself smiling like an idiot.

“Hey,” he finally says.

“Hi,” you bite your lip. “Good game tonight.”

“Thanks,” he says, a soft look in his eye. “I’m happy you came; I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, it was sort of last minute.”

The two of you fall into silence. Around you, conversations continue. It’s bordering on awkward when-

“Hey,” he says softly, catching your attention with a touch to your elbow. “It’s kind of loud in here, and it’s going to be loud later, too. Do you want to ride with me tonight? That way we can hang and actually talk.”

He looks so nervous, it almost makes you laugh. “‘Course.” You beam. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

He holds out his hand. “Come on, we’ll head out. Don’t want to get caught in traffic.”

You place your own hand in his. It’s warm and soft, and you feel like you could melt right into the ground with how happy you are to be right here with him.

as promised | tyson jost

Note: this is super long for absolutely no reason other than i have no self control

Rating: nsfw but also fluff-ish

Word Count: 9.6k

Tyson needed a new mattress. His old one creaked and the springs stabbed him in the back. He couldn’t even have sex on this damn mattress. Anyone he brought home complained about the springs and the noise. He wasn’t opposed to having sex on unorthodox surfaces or going home with someone else, but he liked his bed and his house. He hadn’t had sex in so long, it felt like he was losing his mind. This damn bed had to go and fast. It wasn’t good for his game.

It wasn’t fair. He should be going out with the guys to the bar and picking up someone to take home that he wouldn’t even remember the face of when he woke up with a horrible hangover tomorrow morning. Instead he was standing outside of a mattress store in the freezing cold wishing he was anywhere but here.

He could’ve just ordered a new mattress offline, but if he took anything from what his mother taught him about life it was to always test out a mattress before you buy one. He could hear her voice now, “If you can’t fall asleep on the mattress in the store, it’s not the one for you.”

He really disliked his mom in this moment. (He made a mental note to call her tomorrow to apologize for his mean thought of her) Grumbling under his breath, he pushed open the door, the warm air rushing out and away into the cold, December night.

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Welcome Home » William Nylander

« Warnings: nothing! Just cute things! »

« Word Count: 513 »

« Description: William finally comes home after a few months, and also comes back to his girlfriend. »

« Next Player: Auston Matthews »

« This was highly inspired by 1) william finally signing 2) my best friend and 3) the fact that my brain wants to write »

« jag älskar dig också = i love you too »

« I honestly might go and edit this later, i’m not sure. »

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new year, new Christmas card

Please don’t judge me //Auston Matthews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Welp…this didn’t exactly follow the plan I had in mind. Hopefully, you all don’t hate me too much.

Warnings: angst, minor cursing, cheating

Word Count: 1623

Song Title: Don’t Judge Me (Chris Brown) - Cover by SoMo

At 26 years old, you never thought that holding a positive pregnancy test would be as terrifying as it currently felt. You were a financially independent woman, you had a wonderful family and some fantastic friends, so why did it feel like there was an elephant standing on your chest? Oh right…maybe it was because you hadn’t slept with your boyfriend in three months. Instead, your baby daddy was a twenty-one-year-old hockey superstar.

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William Nylander #1 - Not What You Think

Anon asked: Yo image idea where ur austons bff but u and nylander can literally not get along at all and everyones always joking that its bc u guys are too similar or theres just so much built up tension u need to hook up or somethin so one day auston takes u to a team party maybe?? and drunk nylander sees u w some other mans and gets jealous so he pulls u aside and starts an argument and it either ends in aggressive smut or him blurting out that he is actually in love with you u decide :)

Here you go anon! This one kind of got away from me and ended up being way longer than I intended. I had a lot of fun writing this and had to restrain myself from making it even longer than it ended up being. I hope you enjoy it!

You shut your textbook in triumph and placed your head in your hands. The library was bustling around you with students finishing assignments in a last minute attempt to boost their grade before school let out for winter break. The last assignment you needed to hand in was a paper for your literature class that only needed to be edited and you had no motivation left to do it. You did have two days left until it was due which is why you picked up your phone and thumbed through the messages you had waiting.

Unsurprisingly you had several from your best friend Auston and all of them seemed to be about some team gathering at Morgan Rielly’s house.

“Leave me alone,” you typed out. “I’m doing work.”

“False,” came the immediate reply. “You never answer your phone when you’re working.”

You rolled your eyes but knew he was right. It was a policy you put into place much to Auston’s annoyance. You put your phone on Do Not Disturb so you could only be reached in the event of an emergency and as much as Auston begged, you didn’t put him on the list. If you answered him every time he texted, you would get almost nothing done.

Before you could respond your phone buzzed again.

“Please come to Mo’s. It’ll be fun.”

“Will William be there?”

“I don’t know what your problem is with him. Willy is a chill dude.” “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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