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Owen Power, the 6’6” defenseman and prospective number one draft pick for 2021 NHL draft.
ITS TIME
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IT WORKED
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it's the day before the draft and i'm crying about william eklund
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running away - Jack Hughes
inspired by song Clean me up by Thomas Headon
word count: 855
TW: language, mentions of drinking
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It was a one night stand. Only a one night stand. Jack didn’t know why he needed to remind himself these words. It might have been because of your charming smile or your laugh-
Okay, one night stands. He couldn’t guess how it happened but he found you a week after your first encounter in the same bar, dancing like nothing ever mattered. He bought you a drink, then another one and the last thing he remembered was how soft your lips were on his.
The other time Jack got your number and three days after that you fell asleep on his chest, in his bed, in his room.
But the following morning you were gone - the only thing you left behind was your parfume lingering in the room and on the bedsheets. You took with you his sweatshirt and accidently his feelings - Jack just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Even his mom noticed the change - he couldn’t concentrate on anything, not even on hockey. She told him to get his life back together, but the only thing he thought of was how she’d love you if you’d decided to stay for breakfast.
His teammates weren’t different - they told Jack to forget you. But how could he when you looked so good in his clothes?
It shouldn’t be like this. Jack should have ended this thing on the first night, should have forgotten you, should have acted like a stranger. But you had this spark in your eyes and he just couldn’t stay away from you. These one night stands weren’t only about sex, at least not for him. Jack never got the courage to ask you what you thought of all this because he was scared you’d leave him just because he accidently fell in love with you.
One night you finally started talking about your life. You wore Jack’s team hoodie and his fingers were tangled in your hair, trying to braid it. You told him about your childhood, school, friends. You laughed the whole time as Jack always messed up the hairstyle. About an hour later you both got quiet, trying to fall asleep just so you could run away.
Jack was afraid. So afraid that he wasn’t the only one you’re sleeping with, that this (whatever it was) meant nothing for you. He was afraid of having his heart broken. Afraid of waking up without you and never hearing from you again. He was scared as hell everytime he went away for a game and thought of getting back and finding out you’ve left the town.
“You don’t have to run away in the morning, you know,” he mumbled half asleep, his hands around your waist.
“Don’t I?” you whispered in reply, nervously playing with your fingers in the dim light of the moon.
“My mom makes really good pancakes.”
“Are you really trying to bribe me into staying?”
“Would it be so bad if I said yes?”
“I don’t know.”
Jack heard the rustle of the blanket, felt the cold that embraced him as you left his arms. You started walking around the room, thinking of what he said.
“Everything would change.” you finally objected, biting your lip.
“Everything has already changed, Y/N.”
“No, it hasn’t. What about your career? I don’t want to ruin it. You’re so young and so talented-”
“You’re already ruining me. How do you think I feel when I wake up, your side of the bed still warm, your scent all over it? And every damn time you’re already gone, running away from me. How do I feel when I see you in public and you act like you don’t know me? I lived these past months in fear that you’d just left me for some other guy that doesn’t even give a fuck about you while I’m out of town.”
“Have you ever thought of the fact that I can be scared of this too?”
There was a moment of quiet, neither of you wanting to speak about their feelings.
“You could ruin me as much as you want and I would still love you, Y/N.” Jack finally said, turning his back to the girl he fell for. He knew you’d leave, break his heart, but he needed to say those words to you before you’d run away.
The way you always had.
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When Jack woke up, you were gone. Even though he expected it, it still hurt. The smell of pancakes got him from the bed and after making himself more presentable, he walked down the stairs hoping his mom would improve his bad mood.
“Hey honey, your breakfast is ready,” called his mother from the kitchen, music playing in the background.
“Thanks,” Jack mumbled in response, walking into the kitchen.
“You should thank Y/N, she helped me a lot!” Jack’s steps froze, his eyes meeting yours. You wore a small smile on your lips, his sweatshirt looking too big on you, his mother’s hand on your shoulder.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Thank you for staying. Thank you for trying this out. Thank you for not running away.
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My favorite part of the “how is Nolan going to live in Vegas when he has migraines :(“ discourse is the idea that the only place in Vegas is the strip. Do you think the entire team just has a floor of Caesar’s Palace rented out and that they all live in casinos? It’s like being worried about him going to the Rangers because of Time’s Square
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Anonymous asked:
can i get a ship please. im basically a homebody but with the right people ill go out. in super shy/anti social but once i get to know people im loud. i like watching shows, movies, and writing. im 5'3, have brown hair and brown eyes, and i basically dress like a 12 year old boy but my style is def getting better. ok i hate talking about myself so lets hope this is enough jsjs. ly. - samsteel.
eee ari! thank you sm for sending this in ily:) and I hope you like this:
I ship you with Devon Levi!:
here is why:
from what I’ve seen from Devon, he’s pretty quiet, and shy. but way more social when he’s comfortable around you . which is why you two fit vv well. you find each other’s shyness adorable, and sometime you are they only person the other can talk too!. the chemistry is great. He’d love for you to read your work to him during cozy rainy days, and he’d love to share his computer science facts with you. on days in, which is what happens a lot, you two binge watch tv shows, especially Derry girls, where you find out that his favourite character is James. sometimes you both have days where you are sorta chaotic and loud, maybe some dancing happens, you both yelling at the tv when hockey is going on. he’d love to hear you talk about hockey, and you’d love to listen to him talk about goaltending. style wise, it’s great. he’s also moving up the fashion ladder. you match fits sometimes in a subtle way, or go shopping together which is fun. one of the best things the both of you love to do is just curl up under a blanket, and cuddle while sharing interesting thoughts and ideas. he’d also buy you lots of coffee crisps, and would teach you some french! And you would teach him some spanish.
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Paris - Braden Schneider
Anonymous asked:
What do you know about Jack Quinn?
what i know about: jack quinn.
(*credit to gif owner*)
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#YES#YESSSSS#YESS#OMG IM CRYING AGAIN#artist braden is elite#omg#i do not need another series based on your moodboards#oh gosh#😭😭😭😭#you do not understand how much i like this#🥺#im cryingggggg#artist braden is truly elite in this essay i will-#< yes#you cannot tell me this boy would not give off artist vibes#< yeah#anyhow this is the one that made ari cry guys so please hype it up#< HYPE IT UP#AHH#ive been waiting for this one... turn it up#the amazing and talented q#hockey buds talent
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“he was a sk8er boi…”
part 2 of my wjc canada boys moodboards!!!! part 1 can be found here
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PISCES - joel farabee
a/n: Heyy it's my first imagine I ever post anywhere, and English is not my native language so please be kind! There might be some mistakes in the text, but I tried my best.
word count: 2k
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”How long does it take?!” you were asking from your friend, groaning, without getting any answer. She was eating bubblegum loudly, while skipping through the pages of some random magazine in her hands.
It was midnight. You two had been at a club, partying like there was no tomorrow. Girls’ night out and all that stuff. You had left the bar already, and now you were waiting for you Uber in some random corner shop next to the club. It was so cold outside that you had decided to go warm up in there while waiting. It seemed like the uber was taking forever to arrive.
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MEL PLEASE K’ANDRE MILLER AS A BOY DAD IS EVERYTHING TO ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND—
this is me kindly asking you to elaborate😌😌
OK LET'S DO THIS heheeh
- when you discovered you were pregnant K’andre was over the moon, and because of his reaction, you knew he would be happy either you had a little boy or a little girl. you decided against a gender reveal party and things would be a complete surprise, but during the nights you spent talking your boyfriend told you he had a feeling it was a boy something about the way the baby would kick and turn whenever he touched your belly -you, on the other hand, told him it was a girl.
- months after when your little bundle of joy was born you couldn’t miss the pointed look he gave you when the doctor told you it was a boy. a big joyful boy.
- K’andre would never leave this boy alone. during the first days at home when you had to get used to the routine of bath him, feed him, watch him sleep, etc, your boyfriend was around. like there was no “you go now I’ll go when he wakes again” it was always both of you and he told you he was jealous of food time because it seemed something so strong, as if a stronger bond was being created, so you were the one to feed and he was the one who would burp the baby while having skin to skin contact
- some nights you would wake up to an empty bed only to find K’andre on the rocking chair beside the crib watching the baby with heart eyes
- that’s why you were not surprised when his first word was “dada” but followed right after by “momma”
- when his little boy -or big boy, as he would call- turned 3 they started skating around. your boy loved to play soccer and run around the house, but there were days his perfect afternoon would be watching cartoons with his daddy or playing with his collection of dinosaurs
- It doesn't matter what he was doing, if K’andre was home he would be around
- that's why roadies were so sad for your baby, but kandre would facetime right after games if he was still awake, and talk to him before he dozes off, they would make their promises to each other such as ‘promise you’re gonna be good to momma and we get to have extra ice time next week when I’m back’ and you had the best curly-haired boy ever, excitedly waiting for his daddy to get back
- he also loved to take his boy to games, he would cheer so loud that one day his voice was hoarse and you got so worried while he and kandre would laugh
- oh! and they would have a lot of quality time, he always wanted his dad to do his hair, they would go for matching styles sometimes, like that one time kandre got his hair braided and your boy wanted to have the same -and he got it, of course-
- they were each other best friends and you couldn’t be more proud
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One Night Stand Pt. 1 | M. Barzal
Summary: It’s your first night out after breaking up with your boyfriend and you find yourself going home with Mat. > (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) A/N: It’s basically just smut, but I have a few more parts for this if you want that, just lmk :) also, I apologize in advance… for reasons Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol consumption Words: 3,3K Tagging: @tkachukme @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @thirteenisles @bluebarriemuzzins
Taking one last deep breath as you look in the mirror to study your outfit, you pick up your purse before exiting your bedroom to join your roommate Jenna in the living room where she’s waiting for you.
You were doing better, honestly. You and your boyfriend had broken up a month ago, and Jenna had been kind enough to take you in, letting you stay in her spare room. Every weekend she asked if you wanted to go out to a nightclub with her, and every weekend you’d said no.
Until now.
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wallpapers • bowen byram, & jamie drysdale (2021 iihf world juniors team canada) + various styles
Requested by @ilikehockeyanddogs
Credits of the wallpapers’ elements and style go to their respective owners. I only assembled them to make the wallpapers.
like & reblog if you use
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His Baby Girl - Matthew Tkachuk
So here is the Matty fic I’ve been talking about forever. I’m sorry it’s taken so long, I’ve been going through a kind of rough patch so motivation is hard for me to come by. I came up with the idea when I was going through some intense baby fever. Also grammar and formatting will be bad, and i probably won’t fix it just for times sake. I hope y’all like it.
Word count: 1,170
Warnings: brief mentions of birth (not in detail), pregnancy, maybe some swearing
Disclaimer: ya girl has never had a child before and I haven’t really been around anyone that was pregnant (except for as a child) and the ones I have been near had complications (everything ended fine) and it was years ago so I don’t remember much. I also do not want to do a lot of research for this cause that makes me loose motivation, so this will probably not be super accurate on the pregnancy/birth part.
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Your body was completely exhausted. You had two days till your due date and you felt like you were about to pop. Matt had been the best help around the house and with you. He had been able to take on most of the workload when your doctor told you it was time to stop doing physical things. He had taken your intense and sometimes aggressive mood swings in stride.
Your water broke in the middle of the night. In the middle of the one night you had actually gotten to sleep on time in the last few weeks. Because despite being achy and tired most of the time, you still couldn’t manage to fall asleep when you got in bed. You had tonight though. It took all of a second to wake your sleeping husband up. He looked half dead and you felt bad, but you kind of didn’t have a choice.
“Matt, baby, my water broke we need to go to the hospital.” You spoke with a slight urgency in your voice.
“Mkay let me get the stuff out to the car then I can help you out there. Do not and I repeat, do not try and go down those stairs without me.” Was his mumbled response as he got out of bed and slipped a tshirt on. He put some shoes on and left the room.
The stuff you would need to go to the hospital was by the front door so it was ready to go whenever. You had double and triple checked the bags to make sure you had absolutely everything you could possibly need. The car seat was already in the car so Matt didn’t have to worry about that.
Matt returned moments later, “ the car is running and everything is in it except you,” he said as he walked over to where you had sat on the edge of the bed after changing into some clean sweats.
You were halfway to the hospital and you were stressed. You were worried you weren’t gonna be a good enough mom. What if you failed your kid? What if they hated you?
“Matt,” There was a sense of urgency in your voice that you didn’t mean to let slip, “what if I’m not a good mom?”
“Baby, look at me. You are going to be the best mom and I know it. You have been able to take care of me when I wasn’t feeling well. You’ve helped Taryn with stuff not even mom could help her with. Brady comes to you before he even thinks about coming to me. You’ve even helped the guys on the team when they didn’t know who else to go to. You are an amazing person and you’re going to be an even better mother. I promise you.”
You had tears in your eyes as you brought your intertwined hands up to your lips to press a soft kiss to Matt’s hand. The rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music that filled the car.
You cried tears of joy when you heard your daughters first cry reach your ears. After eight hours of labor and two hours of pushing, your baby girl had finally entered the world.
Matt was sure his heart was going to burst. As he saw the two of them together, his heart swelled. He didn’t think he could love her anymore than he already did, but he does. There you, his wife, was holding your baby girl. His baby girl. He was a father.
“Hey Dad? Do you wanna hold your daughter?” You asked him. When he looked up to meet your eyes he knew you could see the tears there. He silently nodded and moved closer to the bed.
You thought you were going g to die of cuteness as you watched Matt slowly rock back and forth, mumbling nonsense to your daughter.
Matt couldn’t think of anything more he could want in this world. He had an amazing wife and an adorable baby girl. His baby girl. She already had him wrapped around her little finger. She looked just like him too. Bright blue eyes and blonde tufts of hair on her head.
When you got home from the hospital you were both exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Well that’s the way you felt. You were sore and achy and Matt, well Matt looked alive. Well maybe not looked it, but he was certainly acting more like it than you were. You were all three cuddled up in your bed. Matt was holding your daughter on his chest as he ran a large hand up and down her back. You were about to die from cuteness overload and you weren’t complaining.
Matt couldn’t still couldn’t believe it. He was a dad. He was a father. A father to the beautiful baby girl you had decided to name Isabella May Tkachuk. Or Bella for short. He didn’t think he could love anyone as much as he loved you, but that was before Bella came along.
When you woke up the next morning you were alone. Your husband wasn’t next to you and your daughter was missing from the bassinet next to your bed. And the clock read eleven o’clock. It seems that Matt decided to let you sleep in while you could. As you padded slowly down the stairs you could hear Matt talking. When you rounded the corner and saw him sitting on the couch watching some old game tape of his, with Bella on his bare chest as he explained what was going on to her; even though he knew she couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. You just about melted right then and there. Then when he gently pressed a kiss to her forehead and told your daughter that he loved her, you did melt.
“Morning Matty,” you mumbled as you walked around the couch and gingerly sat next to him.
“Mornin baby.” He looked over at you with a big smile.
“Already teaching her how to play?” You asked him.
“Of course. She’s a natural I just know it.”
“Think she’s gonna be as good as her dad?”
“She’s gonna be better. She’s gonna be a household name. Isabella Tkachuk greatest hockey player ever. I can see it now.”
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves yet. Maybe we should start with breakfast.”
“Mmm, it’s already on the table ready whenever you are.”
“Thank you baby. After I eat I’ll feed Bella.”
“Mmkay.” Was all you got in response as you walked into the kitchen.
Matt doesn’t think he’ll ever get over his little Isabella. With her sparkling blue eyes and her mother’s nose. He was obsessed. And he already knew he was gonna have to worry about boy or girl drama with his baby. His little girl. His baby girl. Isabella May Tkachuk had his whole heart and he was okay with that. Cause she was his baby girl.
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Sorry that this took forever to come out. And on top of that it wasn’t that great. Here it is though. I hope y’all enjoyed it even with how shitty it turned out. I also have another Matty Dad fic that hopefully I can get out in the next few weeks. <— that one is the one that’s actually on my WIP list.
Tagging some friends: @jamiedrysdales @joshsandersons @pierreslucdubois @bowenbyram @stickrabbits @workhorsefromwhitehorse24 @calgarycanuck
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bow’s there!!!!! he’s out there!!!!!