Master List

 I have written for Bill Skarsgard and his characters, Valter Skarsgard, the cast of Vikings and the actors that play them, and the Netflix show Outer Banks.  Currently writing Hockey.  Needs a complete overhaul, updated n/a.

Something new.

Waking up alone isn’t ideal but you’re handling it the best you can. 

“Fuck an athlete,” you muttered to yourself as you left the hotel you’d just checked out of and headed toward the nearest coffee shop. Caffeine was essential and you needed a high to stave off the low he’d left you with. “No more, no fucking thanks.”

“No more, no fuc–oh shit!”

It wasn’t the first time you’d imagined a run in with a man you’d thought about, but it was the first time it actually happened. 

“Shit, shit,” he dropped to the floor to pick up the personal bag that you’d dropped, “i’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you nearly knocked heads with him before realizing who was in front of you, “I should’ve been more careful.”

“Well, regardless, I'm sorry for bumping into you.” 

“Thanks,” 

Fuck. This isn’t just a normal meeting of strangers. 

Matthew Tkachuk is standing in front of you and he’s apologizing. 

“It’s not you, it’s definitely me, definitely me,” you stutter out and feel stupid but he smiles anyway. 

It feels like it should be more intimate. Like he should try his best (and succeed) to whisk you off of your feet and take you to a magical place where hockey partners don’t have to do anything other than exist. That doesn’t happen though, and it’s not something that will ever happen. 

You’re not a hockey partner and you never will be. Get that shit out of your head. 

“You good?”

Matthew’s face comes into frame and you can’t help but feel a little let down by your own fantasy. 

“Yeah, sorry, sorry for bothering you.”

He laughs, and the sound of it feels like the heavens open up, “again, you didn’t do anything. Let me pay for your drink.”

“That’s really not necessary, really.” 

You’re not doing a very good job of keeping your cool.

“Fine, if you want to play hardball,” Matthew chuckles and turns toward the baristas behind the counter, “i’ll do you one better.”

He winks at you and you feel close to passing out.

“I’ll pay for every drink that everyone in the building orders,” he turns to you and smiles, “as long as she gives me her number.” 

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Feedback please, Who should she leave?

Not Really - Sebastian Sallow

Sometimes you've got to put yourself out there.

You’re not interested in him, not really. 

Sure, there’s something about him that when he smiles sends a ripple down your chest and light up his eyes and when he speaks he lights an actual fire in your chest and when he really gets into talking about what he enjoys but you don’t care for any of that. 

You don’t care for him at all, as much as you want to push it, not really.

He’s no one to you, and as far as Sebastian Sallow goes, he can get fucked. 

That’s what you’ve convinced yourself… because you haven’t.

But it’s not true. Nothing has ever been more true than what you actually feel for Sebastian. 

“You can’t keep playing with her,” Ominis sighs, “she knows.”

“I know that,” Sebastian is irritated, “I know what I need to do.”

“Good,” Ominis chuckles and raises his wand, “you’re on your own from now on.” 

It’s annoyingly obvious that you’re hopelessly in love with him, but life is a game, and you have to play it. 

Sebastian Sallow is someone you’re absolutely enamored with, but things happen and life happens and it happened that you appear to be not interested, not really.

Old Times - Jake Seresin 

I have not watched Top Gun Maverick yet but I am committed (thanks Tumblr) to this character (and actor because Glen Powell is ;p). I don't know any of the lingo so this is pretty basic.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x civilian!reader

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This was the last thing in the entire world that you wanted to happen tonight. 

some people need to get their feelings hurt - T.Jost/E.Johnson

Erik tries to ignore his ex girlfriend, you, running up to his former teammate and showering him with kisses and hugs. He tries hard, but it’s not so easy because he still loves you and he knows that he made a mistake. 

He also knows that there’s no going back and you aren’t going to ever even think about forgiving him. You’re too wrapped up in Tyson, too engulfed in your new someone to even give a tiny thought to Erik in general.

He knows he’s lost someone special. 

On the other hand, your hand, good fucking riddance. 

Good Things - Tyson Jost (preview)

oh hello! I've been absent for reasons but I'm back now and ready to jump back into writing. Coming August 1.

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Maybe it’s a good thing? Maybe this was for the best and Tyson was meant to be here all along. It doesn’t matter that he shut himself inside his hotel room to watch the Stanley Cup Finals and didn’t come out to face anyone for a few days for any particular reason.

Maybe it’s a good thing? You had no idea the Minnesota Wild were going to hire you to be their newest social media person but holy shit, you were so excited. This got you of your parents house and into your own apartment. It also gave you the freedom to run as far away from your shitty ex as fast as you possibly could. Fuck them. This was good. 

“It’s a good thing, baby. Good things are coming.” 

Your mother is your best friend and you’ve never doubted anything she’s ever said. You weren’t about to start now, so you hug her fiercely before heading toward airport security and your new life. 

There is a baby crying as soon as you board the plane but you aren’t bothered. You can hear the parents trying their best to soothe the crying child and when they finally do, you breathe a sigh of relief for them. It just so happens to be that the family is seated behind you and when you take your headphones off for a moment, you hear a soothing voice speaking softly. 

“Shh, sweetheart, shh, sleep well. Good things are coming our way, little girl. Good things are coming.”

You had no idea what the little family sitting in front of you was going through but you couldn’t mistake the coincidence of the mother’s words with what you own had said just hours ago.

Good things are coming. 

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thoughts? Don't hold back! Also so much as happened in the past few months, let's talk hockey ish? Send me all the things!

People are out here pissed off like we all don’t work for money and/or happiness. Isn’t that the point?

If you aren’t satisfied with your current position, are you going to stick around because your customers/clients want you to? Or are you going to do what you feel is best for you?