ONE LOVE, ONE KISS, ONE DRINK, ONE SONG, ALL YOU – t. jost

warning(s): language, angst, implied sex, drinking + driving [please don’t ever do this], very brief mention of blood, mention of a hospital + coroner’s office [identifying a loved one], mentions of funeral services + a cemetery, death and ultimate sadness [aka fair warning, this is about to be one sad ass fic<3]

loosely inspired by: one love, one kiss, one drink, one song by chase rice

word count: 26,323

an: this fic is for the summer fic exchange 2k21! i had the utmost pleasure of writing this piece for the organizer herself, demi, aka @antoineroussel. i’ve never done anything like this and it was really fun to partake and truly felt a little more creative and excited to write for this fic exchange, especially with how organized it was!

He couldn’t stop replaying that last conversation in his head.

Two weeks after the fact and it was all he could think about.

“If you go, we’re done.”

Her hand paused in the bowl on the table console that was filled with everyone else’s car keys who chose to drive. As she turned around and looked at him, her brows furrowed as her eyes gauged the seriousness in his tone. “Go where? Home or London?”

“I don’t care, both.” He shrugged, shaking his head.

“Fine. Then I guess we’re done.”

Two weeks after the fact and it was all Tyson could think about– she was all Tyson could think about. Though, when was he never not thinking about her in the eighteen years he’s known her?

Clementine Blake had stumbled into his life the same way she stumbled out of it– with a frown on her face and hurt in her eyes. The only difference was that this time, Tyson was the reason for the hurt that shined in her brown eyes. Brown eyes that he could find himself enamored with for hours if possible. In the sunlight, when the light hit just right, it was like they turned into a golden honey shade. And in the winter months, when the weather was cold, they reminded him of the hot chocolate his Mom used to make him and Kacey on Christmas Eve, that deep chocolate brown that could provide him with a sense of warmth with just one glance.

Brown eyes that with four simple words, he had pushed out of his life forever.

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Rock the boat

(my gif)

Request: Ohhh for the Braden story idk if this is ok but maybe being them being on a vacation and just relaxing on a boat ??. Im Canadian, so usually during the summer people go to BC for a water vacay a d they rent out boats to just spend the day on . Hehe thanks for reading my weird idea

the title sounds like an innuendo i promise it isn’t ksjnkjsdfn. also i can’t stop writing friends to lovers leave me alone i’m manifesting. anyway i hope you enjoy :))))

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nothing - a. beauvillier

A/N: surprise! it’s another song inspired one-piece! this time it’s nothing by bruno major. it’s also a bit of a self insert, hehe oops. once again, a huge thank you to @jamiedrysdales​ for reading over and editing and another thank you to the tito anon for helping me find the energy to finish this :)

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mention of a panic attack, but other than that this is pure fluff

You had quite possibly one of the worst days ever at work. It went monumentally wrong in every way possible. Not only did you sleep past your alarm, you were sent on the office coffee run as punishment for arriving late. It seemed like things couldn’t have gotten worse when a rude wall-street-esque businessman ran into you and stained your outfit for the day, but it did. You were stained in 10 shades of coffee and matcha when your boss delivered the news of the deadline for your nonprofit branch expansion being cut in half, and you were nowhere close to being finished. It was safe to say that your stress levels were through the roof, and all you wanted was to retreat into your boyfriend’s arms and hide there for a very, very long time.

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So i’m a bit nervous to be posting this as last time this didn’t go so well. This is 100% my story, I am just reposting them to my current account. I hope y’all enjoy! 

tagged: @nazdaddy​ @jamiedrysdales​ 💛

Running Ragged – Teddy Blueger

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bad ideas have good results

summary: you put yourself in the position for trouble the moment you agreed to be roommates with Mikko.

warnings: mentions of sex, like one swear, and worst of all—its unedited

word count: 3.4k

You knew it was a bad idea.

It was truly a terrible, horrible, awful idea.

But you were kind of desperate, so you threw your concerns to the wind and moved in with Mikko Rantanen.

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In Ways I Never Have

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @matbaerzal​ @zuucc​ @backcheckforecheckpaycheck​ @thirteenisles​ @mcmo-anon​ @broadstbroskis​ @mcdavid16​​ @annaloveloki​ @littlelizsplace​ @jacquelinechajton​ @hockeyallthetime​ @bothlovinglyandhatingly​ @tamegray​ @letmeplaytheblues​ @anthony-angello​ @oilers2997​ @leeqianxiao​ @roopehintz​

Relationship: Pre-Established; Tyson Barrie x Reader

Summary:“A woman’s prime fertility window is her twenties, Tys. And, in case you didn’t notice, I’m twenty-eight. I would hope I would be married or at least engaged before I had a baby, so I kinda needed to have met the guy literally last year.” OR the one where you’re twenty-eight and no closer to the love of your life than you were ten years ago. After several failed relationships, you decide to skip the guy and have a baby. Tyson volunteers to be your sperm donor and somewhere along the way you fall for him.

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: Alcohol. Implied and Mentioned sex. Pregnancy. Labor and childbirth (not overly detailed).

Disclaimer: Tyson is still on the Avs for the sake of this story

Comments: If you like this, consider thanking @matbaerzal​ and @thirteenisles​ because they’re the ones who pushed me to finish it. xx

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OH MY GOSH.

Take My Heart, I’ll Give You My Soul - b. boeser

AN: It’s here, omg, I feel like this thing has been my BABY the last couple of weeks. I’m not going to add in much here, but thank you to all of the wonderful friends who read sections of it, hyped me up, and helped me when I got stuck. Please let me know what you think <3 

PS: You’re going to want to settle in for this one, it’s long. 

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader

Word Count: 24,718

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mentions, mentions of sex, angst. 

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Secrets ➸ Nolan Patrick (Part 2)

its finally here!!!!! thank you all for your patience, i might make a part 3, possibly smut? im really not sure yet

words: 2k+

summary: TK finds out about you and Nolan.

warnings: none really, angst, a teensy bit of smut, mostly just touching n groping skfksjdkfs, tk is really angry

find part 1 here

and find my masterlist here

(also the gif below?? two brooos chillin in a locker room 0 feet apart cause theyre in love)

Nolan and you hadn’t really talked since the night on TK’s couch, about a week and a half ago. Your lips were pressed against each other in a slow, lethargic kiss until you’d fallen asleep together, your head on his chest. Nolan had woken up as the sun rose and picked you up to take you to the guest room, falling back asleep on the couch until TK woke up and they left for practice.

So no, you hadn’t talked. But what you had done plenty of, was kissing. A lot of kissing. Anytime TK retired to his room late at night, or when he was taking a pregame nap. Any hesitation Nolan had had that night was gone now, and so was any semblance of caution. He would tug you into any empty closet at the rink for a heavy makeout session before he was lightly tapping your ass and heading back to practice. Or TK’s couch. Or his car.

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sweet surrender | jeff skinner

note: I’m not super in love with this piece and it’s a month overdue but I hope everyone enjoys it regardless!

word count: 8.7k

Valentine’s day as a single person was like fighting off the plague. Everywhere you went you were reminded of how miserably single you were. Or at least that was your mindset every year except this year. You were embracing your single life and treating yourself to what you know you truly deserve.

Which is why you were currently out shopping picking up all the necessary items you would need to spend your Valentine’s Day alone. You had your night completely planned out with a full course meal and the most expensive red wine you could find to fit in your budget. And after you wined and dined yourself, the plan was to take a relaxing bath, eat the dumbly expensive chocolates you bought, and catch up on some TV. It was going to be the best Valentine’s Day yet and you couldn’t wait to get home.

Pushing open the door to your apartment, you shuffle inside with the bags from the store hanging from your arms, and quickly set them on the counter, sighing in relief at having the weight lifted from your forearms.

Turning on a few lights in the kitchen, you move through the apartment turning on the lamps in your living room and turning the switch for the fake fireplace before turning on the tv to a low rumble in the background. Moving from there, you go to your room changing into a comfy shirt and shorts then making your way back to your kitchen to begin making dinner.

Before you can even unpack everything you bought, arms are wrapping around your waist and a scream is falling from your lips, heart ready to beat out of your chest. Until you hear those all too familiar giggles in your ear and feel curls pressed against the side of your face.

“What the fuck Jeff? You almost gave me a heart attack!” You cry, swiveling around in his arms, lightly smacking him on his chest. He tries to ward off your attack, but it’s useless with how much he’s giggling.

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oh my fucking god.

4 times Mat was caught simping by his friends and 1 time you caught him.

Mat Barzal x reader 

4375 words 

Thank you to @smiley-svechnikov for helping me with it :)

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OH MY GOSH.

is it just me or is it a little… frosty in here? phi @ fla | 11.19.19

Wild Love - Matthew Tkachuk

Requested? No

Words: 8.4k 

Warnings: drinking, arguing, swearing

Based on the song “Wild Love” by James Bay

Big thank you to @tkafuckit​ and @going-full-shmoo​ for letting me bounce ideas off of them and just being good friends :) 

Don’t know how to play it cool

Lose a little guard, let it down

We don’t have to think it through

“What do you mean you’re going on a date with Matthew Tkachuk?” Your best friend, Haley, all but shrieked at you, her eyes going wide on your phone screen. Really, you hadn’t planned on telling her, but she had FaceTimed you while you were getting ready and had been pestering you to tell her why you had refused her dinner invitation. 

Sighing, you set down your makeup brush and shrugged. “He asked me on a date, it’s not a big deal.”

It was a big deal, really, and you knew it. You’d just met Matthew two nights before, having been dragged to one of his house parties by none other than the girl on your screen right now. She has harbouring a bit of a crush on Johnny Gaudreau, meaning she had insisted on going to the party he invited her to. At first you were encouraging her to go, but you soon came to the realization that your friend group’s unspoken rule of never going to parties alone meant that she was intending on you joining her.

You had been reluctant to go even from the very first mention of this party a week ago, but the feeling only worsened as she dragged you through his doorway. Fortunately, you knew there would be more people there than the place could really hold, so it would be relatively easy for you to avoid the infuriating host. 

Or so you thought.

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oh gosh, we can all thank kyn for helping me falling fully for matthew tkachuk. this was so good!!