I'm a huge Harry Potter fan so lately I've been thinking about some of the players attending Hogwarts, like which house they'd be sent to, how their academic life would be like, what role they would play on the Quidditch team, etc.
Will anyone be interested in me starting a series to write about their life as Hogwarts students? it will be adapted to match proper ages to include romances and smut if you want to read about it as well.
your theme is so cool, I love the headers in your masterlist <3
could I make a request for the nhl boys' fav cuddle positions and/or whether they prefer being big or little spoon?
Hello anon!! first of all thanks so much for the request, I actually cuddle decided on what the guys prefer to be and as I feel that all of them have a soft side I made a tiny overlook at them being big and small spoons;;;; I really hope that you like it, you can find it here!
And thank you so much for liking the players headers on my masterlist, I made them myself hoping to keep following my blog theme 🥹🥹
— Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Connor Bedard, Arber Xhekaj, Matt Rempe, Juraj Slafkovsky
When your NHL boyfriend is the big and small spoon
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request could I make a request for the nhl boys' fav cuddle positions and/or whether they prefer being big or little spoon?
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ Hi hi!! This was so cute to make 🥹🥹 I hope you like it as much as I did. I'm afraid that I won't be able to be that active this upcoming months since work is going to be so heavy and I have a bunch of plans with my friends on my days off, but I'll try to write and keep posting at least once or twice a week <33
「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
The car had been moving for hours, the soft hum of the road and quiet chatter from the front slowly fading into the background. It was your first road trip together with some other friends and in the back seat, in your own little world you had taken the time to make it comfortable; jackets folded into pillows, a blanket stretched across your legs. And somehow, the best part was still him.
Macklin shifted slightly behind you, careful and slow since he didn’t want to disturb you even for a second. His arm slipped around your waist again, pulling you just a little closer until your back was fully pressed to his chest. It felt natural, like that’s exactly where you were meant to be.
He wasn’t saying much and you could feel it in the way his fingers rested lightly against your arm, absentmindedly tracing small patterns. His chin hovered near your shoulder, sometimes brushing against you when the car hit a small bump.
“Comfortable?” he murmured quietly with a low and soft voice, meant just for you.
You nodded, relaxing deeper into him.
His hold tightened just a little, protective but gentle, like he was making sure you stayed right there. No big gestures, no teasing, just Macklin, keeping you close, like it was the most important thing in the world.
Small spoon
The apartment was quiet when he walked in, too quiet. You could tell right away something wasn’t right. The way his shoulders dropped, the way he didn’t even try to hide it. Macklin barely said a word, just a soft “hey” before setting his things down. No usual small smile, no teasing comment, just… tired.
You didn’t push. You just reached for him and that was enough.
A few minutes later, you were both in bed, the lights low, the outside world shut out completely. He’d turned slightly away from you, curling in on himself, but not to pull away. To get closer.
Your arms wrapped around him carefully, pulling him back against you. He let out a quiet breath, like he’d been holding it in all day.
“I should’ve done better” he murmured, his voice low, almost lost in the sheets.
You held him a little tighter, your hand resting against his chest, your thumb moving slowly. He didn’t argue, didn’t brush it off, he just stayed there, letting you. His hand found yours, fingers slipping between yours like he needed something to hold onto.
For once, he wasn’t trying to keep it together. Not pretending to be calm or composed. He just let himself sink into you, quiet and soft like being in your arms was the only place he could finally rest.
「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH ⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
Everything in his room felt a little smaller than you expected; not in a bad way, just different. Old posters still on the walls, a few trophies on the shelf, and that bed that looked fine at first… until you both actually tried to fit in it.
Will laughed softly when your legs kept bumping into his “Told you it wasn’t that big” he whispered, already shifting around like it was some kind of game to make it work.
It took a minute of adjusting, blankets half twisted, pillows pushed everywhere. But eventually you settled, your back to his chest, his arm slipping around your waist where it felt to belong. He didn’t hesitate at all, pulling you closer with an easy confidence that made your heart feel warm.
“Alright, there” he murmured, voice quieter now, right by your ear. “Perfect"
His energy, always so bright and loud during the day, softened completely. His hand rested against your stomach, thumb moving absentmindedly, like he couldn’t help touching you. Every now and then, he’d press a quick kiss to the back of your shoulder, like a habit he didn’t even think about.
You could feel his smile against your skin when you relaxed into him.
“Don’t move” he added softly, holding you a little tighter. “I like this"
Small spoon
The movie had been playing for a while, a romcom obviously, your favorite, but neither of you were really paying attention anymore. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the screen, and the blanket over your legs had started to feel warmer than the rest of the room.
Beside you, Will shifted slightly, tugging his hoodie sleeves down over his hands.
“You’re not cold?” he asked, glancing at you with a small grin, like he already knew the answer.
You raised an eyebrow “Are you?”
He shrugged, but scooted a little closer anyway "A little”
There was something playful in it but softer too, like he wasn’t entirely joking. You lifted the blanket without saying a word, opening your arms just enough. He didn’t hesitate moving right in, turning so his back pressed against your chest, settling there like it was second nature.
“Yeah… that’s better” he murmured, getting comfortable almost instantly. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you. He let out a quiet breath, relaxing fully, his usual energy easing into something calmer.
His hand found yours, idly playing with your fingers as he leaned back into you.
“Don’t move” he added softly, a small smile forming just for himself.
「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDARD⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
The morning light slipped gently through the curtains, warm and quiet, but neither of you made any move to get up. The room felt still, like time hadn’t quite begun yet.
You had just started to shift, thinking about getting out of bed, when an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you right back.
Connor let out a soft, sleepy sound behind you, his face resting against your shoulder.
“No… stay" he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
His hold tightened just enough to keep you there, your back settling against his chest as he drew himself closer. In public, he was always more reserved, soft touches, quick little gestures. But here, it was different. His hand moved slowly over your stomach, holding you like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
You could feel his legs tangle with yours, pulling you deeper into the bed, into him.
“It’s too early” he whispered, even though neither of you had checked the time.
His nose brushed lightly against your neck, and a quiet breath slipped out, warm against your skin. He shifted again, getting comfortable, his arm tightening slightly as if he needed you closer.
No rush, no teasing; just him, half asleep, holding you like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
Small spoon
The sun rested warm against your skin, the sounds of water and laughter blending into a soft, distant hum. You were stretched out on the chair, half asleep, half listening to your friends messing around in the pool.
You barely noticed when the noise got closer, just the faint drip of water and quiet footsteps. Connor stopped beside you, hair still damp, breathing a little heavier from the water. “Hey" he said softly, like he didn’t want to interrupt too much.
You looked up with a small smile, already reaching for the towel next to you.
“Come here” you murmured. He hesitated for a second, like he always did when others were around but then stepped closer, letting you drape the towel over his shoulders. The moment it settled around him, he relaxed, leaning into you a little.
And then a little more.
Until he was fully there, sitting in front of you, his back pressed against your chest, letting himself sink into your arms. You adjusted the towel around both of you, wrapping him in closer warmth. Your arms settled around him, keeping him there, safe and close. He let out a quiet breath, his head tilting back slightly against your shoulder.
"You cold?" you mumbled, and although he shook his head your hand moved gently along his arm, helping dry him off, and he didn’t pull away, just stayed there, soft and quiet, letting you take care of him.
「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
The house was still filled with soft background noise; dishes clinking in the kitchen, quiet laughter drifting in from the other room. But the living room had settled into a calm hush. Lunch had left you both warm and drowsy, that comfortable kind of full that made it hard to keep your eyes open.
The couch wasn’t very big, but somehow, Matt and you made it work. He had pulled you down with him the moment you sat, barely giving you a chance to react before his arm wrapped around you, guiding you into his side. “C’mere” he’d said with an easy grin, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Now, stretched out across the couch, you were tucked right into him, your back against his chest, his arm secure around your waist. Even half-asleep, he didn’t let go. His hand rested warmly against you, his thumb moving lazily, like he needed that small bit of contact.
He was quieter now, his usual playful energy softened into something slower, gentler and every so often, he’d shift just enough to pull you a little closer, like he was making sure you stayed comfortable. His chin brushed lightly against the top of your head, and you felt the faintest press of a kiss there.
“Got you” he murmured, barely awake.
And even with the distant voices around the house, he kept you close, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Small spoon
The evening had been loud in the best way; music playing, his laugh filling the room, pulling you into every conversation, every joke, like he always did. Matt had barely left your side all night, his arm around you, keeping you close without even thinking about it.
But now, everything has quieted down.
The apartment was dim, lit only by a small lamp in the corner, and the energy from earlier had softened into something slower. You were sitting on the couch when he dropped down beside you with a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Think I’m done for the night" he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.
You smiled, nudging him lightly “Yeah? Finally?”
He let out a small huff of a laugh, but didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted, turning toward you in a way that felt different, less playful, more… like he needed something.
“Come with me” he said, softer this time.
You opened your arms without thinking, and he moved in right away, turning so his back pressed against you. It took a second to settle, he was big, a little unsure about it. But once he found his spot, he stayed there. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close, and he let out a deep breath, like he’d been waiting for that all day.
“I like it like this” he murmured, almost a little shy now.
And for once, he didn’t joke, didn’t tease, he just stayed there, quiet and soft, letting you take care of him.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ ARBER XHEKAJ⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
The night felt quiet in a way you weren’t used to. No city noise, no distractions, just the soft sound of water nearby and the faint rustle of trees in the little rented cabin you got for the weekend. The air had a light chill to it, but not enough to send you back inside.
You sat together on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, the sky stretching endlessly above you, scattered with stars.
Arber shifted behind you, his arms naturally settling around your waist as he pulled you back against him. It felt instinctive by now, like he always needed to keep you close somehow.
“Look at that” he murmured, nodding toward the sky, even though his chin rested near your shoulder.
You leaned into him a little more, feeling the steady warmth of his chest through the layers. His hold adjusted almost immediately, one hand shifting slightly just to make sure you were comfortable, his grip firm but gentle.
For someone who carried himself so tough, so loud and confident during the day, this side of him felt completely different. Softer.
“Not cold, right?” he asked under his breath, his thumb brushing lightly along your arm beneath the blanket.
You shook your head, and he gave a small hum, satisfied; though he still pulled you a little closer anyway. His cheek rested near yours, and for a while, neither of you said anything. Just breathing, just watching the stars and him holding you like that, like it was all he needed.
Small spoon
The apartment was quiet in that soft, afternoon kind of way, the kind of silence that settles in right before a game. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, warm but gentle, like everything had slowed down for a bit. Arber hadn’t even fully taken off his hoodie before letting out a tired breath, rolling his shoulders like the whole morning had finally caught up to him.
“Nap?" he said simply.
You smiled a little. “Yeah?”
He nodded, already heading toward the bedroom. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing, just him reaching back for you like it was the most natural thing in the world. You followed, and within minutes, you were both under the covers, the room dim and quiet.
He turned first, settling in, but instead of pulling you in, he let you guide it. You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him, and he relaxed into you right away.
“Like this” he murmured, his voice low, already edged with sleep.
His head tucked closer against your chest, one arm resting over yours, fingers loosely holding onto your hand like he didn’t want it to slip away. The tough, loud energy he carried outside was gone completely. Here, he was just warm, calm, and safe.
“Wake me later' he added softly, already drifting “okay?”
And he stayed there, settled between your arms, letting himself fall asleep.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY⌣ 🍇
Big spoon
The plane was quiet, the soft hum of the engine blending with the dim lighting of first class as you make your way to Slovakia. Most people were already asleep, seats reclined, blankets pulled up. You’d tried to get comfortable on your own… but it didn’t last long.
Juraj glanced over at you with a small grin, already shifting in his seat. “Come with me” he whispered, patting the space in front of him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It took a bit of adjusting, blankets shifting, legs brushing. But soon you were settled, your back resting against his chest, his arms wrapping around you with ease. He let out a soft, content sigh, like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Better?” he murmured, still heavy with sleep.
You nodded, smiling as his hand found yours almost immediately, fingers lacing together without a second thought. He was always like that, always needing some kind of contact.
His face tucked in close behind you, his nose brushing lightly against your neck as he settled in. “We can sleep like this” he added quietly, a hint of a laugh in his voice.
His arm tightened just slightly, not enough to trap you, just enough to keep you close. Every so often, he shifted, mumbling something under his breath, half joking even as sleep started to take over. But his hold never loosened, keeping you warm and close as the plane carried you both to a great summer start.
Small spoon
The door had barely clicked shut before the exhaustion showed. His hair was a mess, his shoulders heavy, and that usual loud energy was gone, replaced by something quieter, softer.
Juraj kicked off his shoes with a tired sigh, looking at you like he was already halfway asleep. “Long day" he said simply, his voice low, a little worn out.
You smiled gently “Come here"
That was all it took. He followed you to the sofa without a word, dropping down first, then immediately reaching for you like it was second nature. “Cuddles please” he mumbled, half joking, but not really.
You sat behind him, and he shifted right away, turning into you, letting your arms wrap around him. It didn’t take long before he fully melted back against your chest, his head resting there, legs stretched out lazily across the couch.
“Better now" he whispered, his eyes already starting to close.
Your arms stayed around him, steady and warm, and he let out a quiet, sleepy laugh “I am the small spoon today" he added, like it was something important to say.
You pressed a soft kiss to his hair, and he relaxed even more, his fingers lightly holding onto your arm like he didn’t want to let go.
No more talking, no more noise. Just him, safe and warm in your arms, finally letting himself rest.
— Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Connor Bedard, Arber Xhekaj, Matt Rempe, Juraj Slafkovsky
What you and your NHL boyfriend like to do during days off
⤷゛⊗ˎˊ˗ warnings none, pure fluff
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request hii, I love your writing sm and I'd love to know your thoughts on what the boys favorite ways to unwind with their partner after a stressful day would be <33
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ Hello!! These past few weeks have been so hard at work I had barely no time to write a single word but somehow I finished this one I hope that you like it, hopefully I can post a bit more by the end of this week and next one. If you want to join the taglist remember that you can do it here! see you all soon <3
「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ 🍂
The past few weeks have been a lot for Macklin.
All the travel, games, expectations... everything was moving fast, barely giving him time to breathe. You could see it in the way he’d come home quieter than usual, or how he’d sit for a second longer before saying anything, like his body was still catching up to him.
So days like this mattered, with no schedule, no pressure; just the two of you.
It started slow, the way he liked it, a late morning, sunlight coming through the window, his arm already wrapped around you before you were even fully awake. He didn’t say much, just pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder like he’d missed this.
“Let’s get out for a bit” he murmured later, voice still rough with sleep. "My dad has sent me tickets for today's game"
So that's what you did, a drive into San Francisco, music low, his hand resting on your thigh like it belonged there. You could feel how he was already more at ease, he joked more, smiled easier, kept glancing at you like you were part of the reason he could finally relax.
Watching the Golden State Warriors game wasn’t really about basketball. Not completely. He’d explain things here and there, getting a little more animated when a play was good. But all that was just because his dad was part of the team and you could easily get a seat in a home game, he was a fan obviously but when you were together everything was about you in Macklin's eyes. Your reactions, your laugh, the way you leaned into him without thinking, the way you attentively listened to him when he explained something.
At one point, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “This is better than anything” he said quietly and you just looked at him with a bright smile, being happy to see him unwind like this thinking he was talking about the game, the whole day in general.
But the reality was that everything was about you, how you made everything better for him, how you make a normal day be ten times better just being there with him. How every time you spend time together Macklin realized more and more that you were the center of his world.
「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH ⌣ 🍂
Days with Will didn’t need to be planned to feel good. That was kind of the whole point. You normally woke up before him, but not by much. Just enough to feel him shift beside you, his arm tightening around your waist like he didn’t want you going anywhere. When you tried to move, he just pulled you back down with a quiet, “stay” his voice still thick with sleep, and so you did.
Mornings like that stretched out easily, half conversations, soft laughs, the kind of comfort that didn’t need filling. Eventually, you both made it to the kitchen, still a little sleepy, figuring out lunch together. It wasn’t anything special, just something simple, but he made it seem like a whole experience. Standing too close, stealing bites, nudging you when you got something wrong.
“Chef, focus” you teased.
“I am" he replied giggling, glancing at you instead of the food. You truly love to cook with him.
Later, you went out for a walk, grabbing coffee along the way.His arm are your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Conversations came and went, sometimes replaced by quiet, comfortable silence.
But your favorite part was always the evening.
Back home, a little tired, a little lazy, you both agreed on takeout without much discussion. He picked the movie, as always. If it wasn't 'Home Alone' then it was another romcom, the kind that you both enjoyed so much.
“This is gonna be good" he said, settling into the couch.
Neither of you said much after that. Not when you curled into him, not when his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer until your legs were tangled together. Halfway through the movie, he wasn’t even watching anymore, his attention was on you; your reactions, your quiet comments, the way you fitted against him.
"You're missing it" you pointed out at some point.
"You are more interesting " he replied with a smirk.
You smiled against him. It wasn’t about the movie anyway. It was just about being there. Together, like this, with nothing else to worry about.
「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDARD⌣ 🍂
After long mornings at practice, Connor didn’t really want to think about hockey anymore. You could tell the moment he walked through the door, his hair still a little damp, hoodie on, shoulders heavy in that way that meant his body had done enough for the day. But the second he saw you, something in him shifted.
“Let’s do something” he said, dropping his bag by the door.
"We need to do the groceries" you told him.
"Groceries it is then" he agreed on an instant while nodding his head, as if it was the best idea in the world.
So you went grocery shopping.
It should’ve been simple. Quick; in and out. But with Connor, it never was just like that.
From the second you grabbed a cart, he turned it into his own kind of entertainment. “Wait” he said, stopping you in the first aisle. “Why these two?” He held up two types of bread, looking at you like the answer actually mattered.
“Because it’s the one I always get"
“But they are the same?” he pressed, completely serious.
You narrowed your eyes. “No, they're not"
“Okay” he defended, grinning.
Every aisle was the same. Question after question, like he’d never seen food before. He’d grab random things off shelves just to ask if you 'approved' sometimes tossing them into the cart before you could answer.
“Absolutely not" you said, pulling out a whole box of Sour Patch.
“Why not? Looks good"
“It does not, a single one if you want but not the entire box, Connor please" You replied pinching the bridge of your nose.
At one point, he reached for something on the top shelf, dragging it out like it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
“You need help?" you asked
He turned around faking our an offended face "You are offending me"
"Alright, I'm sorry, short king" you keep going through the aisle while you heard him dramatically gasping at the nickname you juts gave him.
And instead of placing things in the cart, he started tossing them from a distance, clearly proud of himself every time something landed inside.
“Did you see that?” he said after one.
“I wish I didn’t"
He just laughed, shaking his head.
By the time you got to the checkout, the cart was full of things you actually needed… and a few you definitely didn’t.
He leaned on the handle, looking way too satisfied with himself.
“That was fun” he said.
“It was groceries" you replied.
“Yeah” he shrugged, glancing at you. “But I was with you" He said as he dropped his arm around your shoulders on the way to the car, giving you a loud open mouth kiss on your lips while you giggled.
「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ 🍂
Rain in New York City had a way of slowing everything down, and after a long, exhausting season, that was exactly what Matt needed. No noise, no schedule, just quiet.
You had the windows slightly open, enough to hear the soft sound of rain hitting the street below. The apartment felt warm compared to the gray outside, especially with the candles you’d lit around the room. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it made everything feel softer.
Matt was already on the couch when you joined him, one arm stretched out like he was waiting for you.
“C’mere" he murmured.
You didn’t need to be told twice, settling in between his arms, your back against his chest. He adjusted instantly, pulling you closer, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder for a second before he reached for his book again. This had become his favorite way to unwind.
A book and you in his arms.
Quiet reading, your bodies close, your legs tangled together under a blanket. Every now and then, he’d shift slightly, pressing a small kiss to your temple without even looking up from the page.
“You comfortable?” he asked at one point, voice low.
“Mhm" you nodded, turning a page.
“Good"
The rain picked up outside, filling the silence in a way that felt peaceful instead of empty. You could feel his breathing steady behind you, slow and even, his hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, thumb brushing lightly back and forth. Neither of you talked much since it wasn't necessary.
At some point, you leaned back a little more into him, and he responded without thinking, tightening his hold just slightly, like it was automatic.
This was what he’d been missing; not the games, not the noise.
Just you, tucked safely between his arms, the world quiet for a while and a good book.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ ARBER XHEKAJ⌣ 🍂
Days off always felt a little strange for Arber.
He wasn’t used to slowing down. Even when his body needed it, his mind didn’t really know how to switch off. That’s why days like this had quietly become his favorite.
Living in Montreal, you had your own way of escaping the noise. And somehow, he’d started to need it just as much as you did. It usually started early but not rushed. You packing a small bag, him grabbing water bottles, your dog already waiting by the door like he knew exactly what was coming. The second you said the word “walk,” the border collie names 'Flash' was alert, tail wagging, ready to go.
“Think he’s more excited than us” Arber muttered once, watching him pace.
“Definitely” you laughed.
The trails weren’t anything extreme since that was the point. Easy hikes, surrounded by trees, far enough from the city to feel like a break but close enough to not make it a whole trip. The air always felt fresher there, quieter.
Arber changed the second you got there. Less tense and in his head. He’d walk beside you, sometimes talking, sometimes just letting the silence sit. One hand brushing yours every now and then until he finally held it properly, like he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Flash ran ahead, then back, always checking in, perfectly trained but still full of energy.
“Wish I had his stamina" Arber said once, watching him sprint past again.
“You kind of do" you teased.
“Not today” You smiled and squeezing his hand lightly.
There wasn’t much to it. No big plans. Just walking, talking, stopping here and there to take in the view. Sometimes you’d sit for a bit, sharing snacks, your dog settling between you like he belonged right there. At one point, Arber leaned back against a tree, pulling you gently with him so you rested against his chest.
“This is nice” he said quietly.It wasn’t something he said often. Not like that.
But you felt it. Out there, away from everything, with you and the dog and nothing else to think about,he finally relaxed.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY⌣ 🍂
Days off with Juraj were never slow in a lazy way, they were full, like he wanted to take every free hour and actually live it.
“Let’s get out of the city" he had said that morning, already halfway dressed, like the plan was decided the second he woke up.
So you packed quickly. Snacks, sandwiches, something sweet, a blanket. He handled the rest, grabbing keys, checking everything twice, making sure you didn’t forget anything even though he was the one rushing you.
Before leaving Montreal, you stopped at a drive-through for coffee. He insisted on ordering for you, leaning slightly toward the window.
“An iced Americano and a vanilla latte please” he said, glancing at you like he expected approval. You smiled at him and nodded slightly.
The drive itself was peaceful. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh most of the time, like he needed that contact without even thinking about it. Music low, windows cracked open, his mood already lighter.
By the time you reached the lake, it felt like the day had slowed down just for you. It was quiet. The kind of place where you could just exist without thinking too much.
You set everything up near the water, but it didn’t take long before Juraj pulled you closer, sitting behind you on the blanket, arms wrapping around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You comfortable?” he murmured against your shoulder.
“Mhm"
He stayed like that even while you ate, occasionally stealing bites from your plate, pressing absent kisses to your neck, your cheek, wherever he could reach.
At some point, you both wandered closer to the water.
“You’re not thinking about it, right?” you asked, eyeing the lake.
“It’s fine, just the feet” he said.
It was not fine, the second your feet touched the water, you both froze.
“Okay, no, absolutely not” you laughed, already stepping back.
“Wait” he said, grabbing your hand, pulling you back in with him.
“You’re insane!”
“You’re coming with me.
You barely made it past your ankles before both of you rushed out again, laughing, breathless from how cold it was. He didn’t let go of you, though, instead, he pulled you into him, arms tight around your waist, your bodies close as he tried to “warm you up” even though he was just as cold.
“That was your idea" you said.
“Worth it" he replied, grinning.
The rest of the afternoon was softer. Back on the blanket, half laying on top of him now, his hand constantly moving; your arm, your side, your back, never still for long, but with Juraj, it was always like that. Close and warm and constant.
And as the sun started to lower, his hold on you only tightened slightly, like he already didn’t want the day to end.
hii, I love your writing sm and I'd love to know your thoughts on what the boys favorite ways to unwind with their partner after a stressful day would be <33
hi anon!! thank you so much for the request;; you can read the headcanon here!
I hope that you like it and it turned out to be up to your expectations 🫶🏽🫶🏽
wishing you the happiest of birthdays oh my god!!!! i hope your day is nothing but as sweet and kind as you are because you deserve it — you’re an actual angel and it’s an honour to b moots w you☹️💗🌟🥳💐
THANK YOU SO MUCH BECCA!! 🥹❤️🩹
you're truly the sweetest is such a pleasure to be moots with you as well 🫶🏽✨💕
⤷゛⊗ˎˊ˗ warnings a bunch of smut talk you know the drill
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ Hello!! here is Matt's nsfw abc, I hope that you like it^^ I'd love to write more for him in the future since I'm obsessed with him so yeah maybe in not so long I write more fics for him
AFTERCARE | what they’re like after sex
If the sex was really intense, he'll just do the basics and then go back to sleep; if it was more subtle or focused more on you, then he'll take care of you as if you were the most precious thing he has.
BODY PART | their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s
He is obsessed with your legs, he loves them, he's always touching your legs in one way or another, like if your cuddling in the sofa your legs have to me on top of his, when your on the car one of his hand will always be grabbing your thigh and when he carries you and you cross your legs over his body he will support you by your legs taking advantage of the moment to touch them all along
CUM | anything to do with cum, basically
Matt loves to see you covered in his cum. I don't think he's super into breeding kink so instead of finishing inside he'd choose a spot and cover it with he's cum once he's done
DIRTY SECRET | pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs
He could never tell you, but he loves using your panties to jerk off. When he goes on the road he loves to take a few of them and just use them to stroke himself with them.
EXPERIENCE | how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?
Matt has past experiences, not a bunch but enough to know exactly what he's doing and understand the limits he can get to
FAVORITE POSITION | this goes without saying
Standing up with him carrying you or against the wall is his favorite, like showing off his strength and hitting the right spots will boost his confidence
GOOFY | are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
This guy is prankster, there is always gonna be a undertone of humor, he's going to have you laughing or giggling in the middle of sex or right before start thrusting into you with much force
HAIR | how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.
I feel like his pretty hairy, he trims it sometimes to make it look a bit cleaner but never gone for a full shave
INTIMACY | how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect
Matt likes to take his time with you, he likes to go at his own peace really paying attention to every detail if he has the time for it, he likes to pleasure you first and taking good care of you and then satisfy his own needs
JACK OFF | masturbation headcanon
if he's in New York he never jack off, he knows they you will always be down to help him; but when he's on the road with the team he really tries to not to do it but sometimes he's so needy that he can't help it
KINK | one or more of their kinks
This is such a common answer for Matt but size kink is he's thing, it doesn't matter how tall you are beside him your gonna look tiny and from his point of view seeing you trying to fit on him is such a turn on, he loves to see how he's big dick disappear inside you although the size difference
LOCATION | favorite places to do the do
Any place where you're not really exposed is a good place for him, but he loves when you ride him so the sofa is where he enjoys it the most
MOTIVATION | what turns them on, gets them going
Seeing you in one of his jerseys gets him going in seconds, whenever you attend games and he sees you wearing it he need to focus or otherwise his attention would be somewhere else
NO | something they wouldn’t do, turn offs
I have the feeling that he's actually really possessive, not in an unhealthy wait but the mere though of sharing you works him up so much, so any kind of threesome or anything that has to do with another guy getting involved is a big no for Matt
ORAL | preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
He LOVES to eat you out, there is nothing that he likes more than taste you and getting as many orgasms from you just from eating your pussy. He likes to receive oral as well but if he has to choose he will live between your legs 24/7
PACE | are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
Most of the time sex with Matt is fast paced and hard, he really enjoys a lot to see you lose yourself from the speed at which he fucks you. He has he's "make love" moments when sex is more slow and sensual but probably after a while of doing it more vanilla he will turn back to he's ways
QUICKIE | their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
Quickies are a must with this guy. He's obsessed with you so anytime that he think is safe to go for a quickie he won't though twice about it and just go for it
RISK | are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.
I don't feel like Matt is the one suggesting new stuff to try, like explore kinks or fucking in risky spots but if you ask him to try he will never say no to you
STAMINA | how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
I feel like one round is his maximum that's why he likes to take care of you first since he knows that after he cums the first time he's gonna be out
TOYS | do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
He use toys on you from time to time, mostly vibrators but not always. I also feel that he has a thing for butt plugs, like he loves to see you on them
UNFAIR | how much they like to tease
He's not a big teaser, sometime when he's in the mood to be a bit mean will tease you to no end but finally give in and other times he just goes straight to his thing not teasing at all there is no in between
VOLUME | how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
Matt is a big growler and he will always adding compliments to you like "Duck baby, your doing it so good" or "Damn that's my food girl"
WILD CARD | a random headcanon for the character
He LOVES to praise you, like he's always telling you how good you're fucking him, and how well you're making him feel
X-RAY | let’s see what’s going on under those clothes
He's BIG and no one is gonna deny that
YEARNING | how high is their sex drive?
I feel like Matt can't go more than two or three days without having sex and actually goes through a hard time while being on the road
Zzz | how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
I feel like he's a big sleeper so he'd always like to go back to sleep right after, even if it's just for a little while longer
it isn't anything super crazy or kinky, I was just thinking what the guys reactions would be when they come home from a game, that was either very good or really bad, and reader asks them to just sit back and relax and let them take care of them to switch things up a little
obviously you don't have to write this if it's not your thing, or you can twist the scenario to your liking 🤗
Hello anon!! thanks for requesting^^ You can find the headcanon here ;;,, I'm really not that good at writing dom!reader I'm really sorry :(( I hope that you like it tho
maybe in the future if I have other chances and I feel like keep trying it I'll probably try to write more sub!players but I'm definitely more comfortable writing the opposite
— Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Connor Bedard, Arber Xhekaj, Matt Rempe, Juraj Slafkovsky
After being away from home you welcome your NHL boyfriend back
⤷゛⊗ˎˊ˗ warnings blowjob, cum in mouth, cum in face if you squint, raw sex (tap it pls) , brief pussy slapping, brief pussy rubbing, sit in face, cum on stomach, oral (f & m receiving), fingering
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request thank u for considering my ask. it isn't anything super crazy or kinky, I was just thinking what the guys reactions would be when they come home from a game, that was either very good or really bad, and reader asks them to just sit back and relax and let them take care of them to switch things up a little. obviously you don't have to write this if it's not your thing, or you can twist the scenario to your liking 🤗
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ Hello!! the more I try to write sub!players the more I notice is not my thing 🥲 however I'll keep trying if I have the chance but I'm definitely more comfortable writing smut with sub!readers . I hope that you like this one tho <33
「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ 🧶
Two weeks had passed since Macklin had left to play the away games, and the results had been far from what they’d hoped for. You knew him well enough to realize he’d come home not only tired and worn out but, above all, disappointed in himself, and you were determined to make him feel much better.
As soon as he walked through the door, you went to greet him.
"Hi, sweetheart" he said.
"Shut up" you told him. He looked at you with a hint of surprise as you made him leave all his things at the door and led him into the living room.
Once he was seated on the couch, still without saying a word, you knelt down between his legs. This caught Macklin’s attention, and he sat up slightly.
"Babe, you don’t have to—"
“I told you to shut up. You’re going to let me do whatever I want" you watched him swallow hard as he nodded slightly. “All right, then lie back again and let me make you come”
Without wasting any time, and with his help, you pulled down his pants and underwear until his cock was free—already half hard—and without waiting much longer, you took it into your mouth.
First, you licked it from top to bottom, making it fully erect and coating it with your saliva, and then you kept bobbing your head while your tongue circled the tip nonstop. Macklin had his eyes tightly shut and his hands were trying to grip the couch without much success; he also started letting out little grunts, which encouraged you to suck it faster.
"Do you like it like this?" you asked him, and Macklin opened his eyes just a little to say yes in a whisper.
You guided his hands to your hair so he could grab it and control your movements.
"Fuck, don’t stop"
You could already taste his cum in your mouth from the drops that were starting to escape, and at that moment you took his cock so deep that it touched the back of your throat, making him let out an intense moan of pleasure. With your free hand, you started massaging his balls and realized he was shivering a little.
"Fuck, Y/n, I can't hold it" he said.
Slowly, you pulled his cock out of your mouth and started jerking him off with your hand.
"Cum, Macklin" you said as you opened your mouth, stuck out your tongue, and rested the tip of his cock on it while you kept jerking him off.
His hands, still in your hair, squeezed tighter and tighter until finally you felt his cum splatter on your tongue and across your face; you closed your mouth slightly around the tip and let him cum completely in your mouth.
"My God, you’re perfect"
「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH⌣ 🧶
Will had gotten home a little while ago after being away for a couple of weeks for the away games they had to play. At that moment, he was in the shower, and your impatience to have him all to yourself was growing by the second. You needed to be with him, to talk to him, to touch him, to sit next to him, to hug him, to kiss him—but above all, to finally quench the fire you felt between your legs, you needed to fuck Will as if it were the last time.
You considered yourself a patient person, but right now you couldn’t wait for your boyfriend to finish his “routine,” so you decisively headed to the bathroom. Trying not to make too much noise, you went in and started undressing to join him in the shower.
"Honey, is that you?" You didn’t answer; you were too focused on getting undressed as quickly as possible. "Y/n, are you there?"
Just as he finished asking for the second time, he saw you appear at the edge of the shower. Will’s eyes instinctively drifted to your bare tits; he couldn’t help but stare at you.
A little smile escaped you. “Do you like what you see?” you asked him in a teasing tone.
“After two weeks, what do you think?”
With nothing more to say, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you initiated a passionate kiss that intensified with every passing second.
With his hands grabbing and squeezing your tits non-stop, you pressed your pelvis against his while trying to grind in circles for more friction, without much success, which was driving you crazy. Without warning, you turned around, rested your hands on the shower wall, and stuck your ass out. You turned your head slightly to look at Will and said
"Fuck me now, I need you"
"Wait, let me go get a condom"
"Will, come on, I don’t care about the condom—either you put it in right this second, or I swear to God you won’t touch me for another week"
Without needing to be asked twice, Will grabbed his cock with his hand and, moving closer to you, began searching for your entrance; once the tip was inside you, he thrust hard, making you let out a deep moan. He placed one hand next to yours on the wall and grabbed your hip with the other to control his thrusts.
"Faster" you begged him.
He kept thrusting hard but increased his speed.
"Fuck Y/n, you’re driving me crazy"
The scene was obscene, to say the least; your moans intertwined, the occasional groan escaping now and then, the water still running, and both Will’s balls slapping against your pussy and your ass against his pelvis emitting rhythmic, erotic sounds that only made the temperature in the room rise.
For a little while longer, Will kept thrusting, making his thrusts feel deeper and deeper inside you, changing his rhythm to the beat of your commands. It didn’t take long for you both to come, his cum sliding down your legs until it hit the shower floor.
"Shit Y/n, I’m hard again"
"Dry off quick and let’s go to bed, you have to fuck me in other positions"
"Damn baby, you’re going to kill me. What’s gotten into you?"
"I’ve missed you so much, I'm just welcoming you back"
「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDAERD⌣ 🧶
Over the past week, you’ve been watching the Hawks’ games on TV; they were playing on the road, so the only way you could see your boyfriend Connor play was through the screen.
Things haven’t gone well for them… Not at all.
You knew that when he got back to Chicago, Connor would be disappointed and sad, among many other emotions, and you hated seeing him like that. That’s why, the moment he walked through the door of the apartment you share and you saw how exhausted he looked and the disappointment in his eyes, the first thing you did was ask him if he needed anything
"Connor babe, are you okay? Do you need anything?" He looked at you for a moment, still, really thinking about how to answer. His expression changed—it was very subtle and almost imperceptible, but it did, and you noticed. You knew him well; he needed something, he wanted something, and yet he told you,
“It’s nothing, Y/n, I’m fine. Just a couple of crappy games—that’s all. I’m tired.”
You moved closer to him, and he instantly wrapped his arms around you, planting a peck on your lips and adding,
"I’ve missed you."
"Me too," you replied, giving him another little kiss. "Connor, really, whatever you need, just tell me. I want to help you." He nodded, and as you pulled away from him to go back to what you were doing, Connor tightened his grip on you—not hard, but enough to make you stop.
“Actually, there is something,” he said, and with a subtle nod, you encouraged him to continue. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week…” He paused briefly. “And there’s been no way to get you out of my head.”
He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand what he meant, so without saying a word, you led him to your room and sat him on the edge of the bed.
“Leave it to me, okay? You just enjoy yourself,” you told him as you stood up in front of him.
You started undressing for him, not dragging it out too long but still making sure Connor enjoyed it. Standing in your underwear in front of him, you walked over and sat down on one of his legs.
“Take off your shirt,” you demanded, and without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled it off and tossed it where your clothes were.
His hands moved to your tits, grabbing them over your bra and giving them little squeezes. Without waiting any longer, you took your bra off too, and Connor kept fondling your naked tits.
You stood up from his leg and, with your back to him, began to pull down your panties, leaning forward more and more so that your crotch was increasingly exposed to his view from behind.
Connor was a dirty player in bed, so you weren’t surprised to feel him tap your pussy a couple of times with his hand, making you let out your first moan.
Once you were completely naked, you looked back at Connor, and as you knelt in front of him, he pulled down his pants, exposing his cock—already fully hard—to the air.
You started sucking him, moving up and down, trying to take the whole thing into your mouth, running your tongue from his balls up to his red, sensitive tip. After a while, before he could come, you stopped.
“Lie down in the middle of the bed,” you asked him, and he obeyed without hesitation.
You straddled him, effortlessly taking his cock deep inside you, and began moving up and down. both of your moans mingled throughout the room, and even though you were starting to get tired, you didn’t stop; you bounced gently on his cock, making your tits bounce nonstop, which drove Connor crazy—he didn’t know what else to do with them, he grabbed them, sucked on them, played with your nipples...
"That’s it, Y/n, damn, baby, you’re fucking me so good." You knew Connor was getting closer and closer to coming, and the confirmation came when he grabbed you by the waist, dug his legs into the bed, and brutally started thrusting in and out of you at an insane speed.
It didn’t take long for him to stop, leaving his cock fully inside you and the sensation of something hot against your walls. You moaned at the sensation, and Connor found your clit to massage it so that you, too, would reach orgasm while he came inside you.
Once he was done, you let your whole weight fall onto him, and Connor wrapped his whole body around you as the two of you came down from the high. He kissed your head several times as he moved down, searching for your lips, and said to you,
"This is exactly what I needed. You’re perfect, my love. Thank you."
「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ 🧶
As soon as Matt walked through the front door, his expression changed to one of utter confusion—everything was turned off, there wasn’t a sound to be heard, no lights were on, and the TV was off. It was strange, very strange; Matt knew full well that you were home—less than an hour ago he’d called to let you know they’d arrived in New York, and you’d told him you were waiting for him at home, eager to see him. So why did it seem like no one was there?
“Honey?!” he called out, “Where are you?”
With no answer, he left all his things in the entryway and, feeling a little worried, headed to the room you share.
As soon as he opened the door, Matt stopped dead in his tracks, took a couple of breaths, and let out a sigh—not one of relief at having found you, but something deeper, a sigh of desire, of not knowing what to do with what was right before his eyes.
You were waiting for him on the bed, completely naked. From where he stood, he could see the glistening wetness of your pussy.
"Holy shit, Y/n, how could you do this?"
"What are you waiting for?"
You didn’t have to say anything else for Matt to slowly approach you, taking off his shirt and pulling down his pants, his cock almost fully erect. He grabbed your ankles and pulled them so you were right at the edge of the bed, lifting your legs slightly so your ass was pressed against his pelvis, and he started rubbing his cock all over your pussy, coating it with your juices and making it get fully hard.
It didn’t take him long to enter you, slowly and carefully, placing your legs over his shoulders and leaning on top of you, resting his hands on either side of your head.
With one of them, he gently caressed your face. “My girl, you’re so good to me.”
“Matt, move, for God’s sake,” you said desperately.
He picked up speed then, and started thrusting into you fast and deep, without stopping for a second. Matt sat up a little and started stimulating your clit while continuing to move inside you. Your orgasm came immediately, making your legs tremble even as they rested on his shoulders.
“Another one,” Matt said to you. You were already on the verge of overstimulation, so the only thing that came out of your mouth were incoherent words.
And even as he kept thrusting nonstop, fast and still rubbing your clit, it didn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm while he pulled his cock out of you and came all over your pussy and stomach.
“God, that was perfect. You’re perfect,” Matt told you.
“Welcome home,” you replied as you pulled him toward you to kiss him.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ ARBER XHEKAJ⌣ 🧶
It had been a couple of hours since Arber had gotten home after spending two weeks on the road with the team, playing away games. Things had gone pretty well for them, and you could feel it in the air. After he got home and took a shower, the two of you had unpacked his suitcase, and now you were on the couch with the TV on, chatting nonstop as you caught up.
"Well, listen, I've been thinking," you began to say after a while of talking.
Arber looked up, rolling his eyes a little, but with a playful tone. "Let's see, woman, what have you come up with now?"
"Well, you've been gone for two weeks," you said, as if that fully explained what you meant. Arber waved his hand for you to continue. “Well, you should give me something—as a welcome back.”
“Me?! You should be the one giving it to me—I’m the one who left.”
"But you guys haven’t stopped winning, and I was here all alone, missing you," you said, putting on a sad face to go along with the act.
"I missed you too."
"But you were with the whole team, celebrating the victories, and I was here all alone."
"You already said that."
"Arber, cooperate, please," you insisted, still in a playful tone.
"Fine, fine, what do you want then?" he said, raising his hands as if accepting defeat.
"Will you let me sit on your face?" you asked, moving closer to him, while Arber stood still, processing your request.
"Is that it? Is that what you want?" You nodded eagerly, moving even closer to him. Arber smiled and rolled his eyes again, amused. "Well, come on, let's go."
You jumped to your feet, and Arber chuckled softly again as he followed you into the bedroom.
Once there, still joking around in a playful mood, Arber undressed and helped you do the same.
"One condition," he told you before doing anything, "you have to put on one of my shirts"
Without saying a word, you hurried to the closet to grab one of his Habs shirts and put it on before returning to his side.
Arber looked you up and down, letting out a sigh as he thought about how hot you looked and how lucky he was.
Without waiting much longer, he lay down on the bed and encouraged you to position yourself however you wanted on top of him. Once you were comfortable with your legs on either side of his head, you looked down and nodded at him to let him know you were ready. Without further fuss, he grabbed your thighs with his big hands, letting your body relax on top of him, and opening his mouth, he began to cover every part of your center, moving up and down along your pussy. sometimes focusing more on your clit and staying there for a while, sucking and playing with it with his tongue, other times pressing his mouth against your entrance, pushing his tongue in as far as he could.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that or how many orgasms she made you have, only that you were a jumble of moans and meaningless words and that there came a point where Arber just kept telling you how well you were doing.
「 MTL 」 ⋯ JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY ⌣ 🧶
As soon as he got home, Juraj told you that you’d be celebrating that very night. Their last few away games had gone really well, so now that you were back together, he wanted to share his joy with you.
“How?” you asked when he told you about his plans.
“You’ll see,” he replied with a mischievous smile. “You’re going to like it.”
Before nightfall, you’d decide to go out, enjoy the day, have a drink, and grab a light dinner at the first place you came across.
And once you got back home, before the front door had even closed all the way, your boyfriend was already on top of you, cupping your chin so your face was facing his and he could kiss you more easily.
The kisses grew more intense, and Juraj’s hands roamed all over your body through your clothes—though that didn’t last long, because if there was one thing your guy was, it was desperate, so it didn’t take long for the clothes to start coming off.
“Is this how we’re going to celebrate?” you asked between kisses.
“Do you have a better idea?”
"Not at all, I couldn’t imagine anything better than this."
He clumsily carried you into the living room, and once you were both completely naked, he had you lie face-down on the couch, sticking your butt out, while he knelt down—and thanks to his height, he was perfectly positioned at your center.
Your breathing was heavy, and even without him touching you, with every subtle movement Juraj made, little moans began to escape your mouth.
He started playing with your clit with his hand, applying pressure and making circles as he massaged it, spreading your juices all over your pussy, and occasionally penetrating you with several fingers. Until, after teasing you a bit, he pressed his tongue against your cunt, starting to drag it up and down, causing your moans to grow louder and louder from the stimulation until you were letting out little screams.
"Juraj, please," you begged him, not knowing what exactly you were asking for.
The first orgasm came quickly, and with a simple, "Again," your boyfriend kept eating your pussy, this time slipping his fingers inside to finger you nonstop. By the time the second orgasm hit, your head was spinning and your legs wouldn’t stop shaking, to the point that Juraj had one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling over.
“That’s my girl, well done, ” he said as he helped you turn around on the couch, so you were sitting up. Juraj stood up and, standing in front of you, looked at you with eyes full of fascination. Then he leaned toward you and began to lift you into his arms. “Come on, we’re not done yet. We’ve already celebrated; now you have to welcome me home,” he said as he headed toward your bedroom.
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ as promised here is Arber's first time meeting being a bit longer than the ones in the headcanon with other players, I really really hope that you like it ^^ remember that you can join my taglist
Your dad had the Montreal Canadiens schedule memorized like it was a second job. Your brothers had grown up with skates on before they could properly balance on regular shoes. Conversations at dinner somehow always circled back to last night’s game, a controversial call, or a player your dad insisted was “underrated.”
You’d grown up in Montreal, which meant hockey wasn’t just something you watched—it was something that quietly shaped your life, whether you realized it or not. It was in the background of everything.
And you?... You fit into it differently.
You liked hockey. You really did. You liked the noise of it, the energy, the way the Bell Centre roared when something big happened. You liked the traditions, the routines, the feeling of belonging to something bigger than yourself.
But you didn’t live and breathe it the way they did. You didn’t need to. It was enough to be part of it in your own way.
Still, being away at university had pulled you out of that world a little. Life had become lectures, assignments, coffee-fueled mornings, and late-night study sessions. Hockey had turned into occasional texts from your dad:
"Did you see that goal?"
"We’re playing tonight—watch if you can"
Most of the time, you smiled at your phone and promised you would; sometimes you even did.
So when you came back home for the weekend, it felt like slipping into something familiar. Comfortable. Your mom barely gave you time to settle in before handing you a small responsibility.
“Can you pick your brother up from practice tomorrow?” she asked casually, already halfway through making a grocery list.
“Yeah, of course” you said, not thinking twice. “What time?”
“Four. And don’t be late, he hates waiting”
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You rolled your eyes. “Noted”
You inhaled deeply without meaning to. God, you missed this.
The next afternoon, you pulled into the rink parking lot, the same one you’d been in a hundred times growing up. It looked exactly the same—slightly worn, always busy. Inside, the air hit you immediately. Cold but familiar.
The sound of skates cutting across ice echoed through the rink, accompanied by the occasional shout from a coach and the rhythmic thud of pucks hitting the boards.
You walked over to the glass and leaned against it, resting your arms on the ledge as you watched practice wind down.
Your little brother was easy to spot—fast, determined, completely in his element. He chased the puck like it mattered more than anything else in the world, weaving around other players with a focus that made you smile.
Some things never changed.
“Alright, bring it in!” one of the coaches called out, clapping his hands loudly.
The boys gathered near the bench, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed from the cold.
“And line up, quickly. We’ve got some visitors today”
That got their attention; the shift was instant.
Energy spiked. Voices rose. Sticks tapped excitedly against the ice.
You straightened slightly, curiosity piqued.
Visitors?
A door near the tunnel opened. And just like that, everything clicked.
A few players stepped inside, dressed in Canadiens training gear, their presence filling the space in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Even you, someone who didn’t obsess over hockey, felt it.
That quiet recognition. That «oh» moment.
The kids lost it. Your brother turned so fast you thought he might fall over. His eyes locked onto you immediately, wide with excitement.
«Did you know about this?!» he mouthed, practically vibrating.
You shook your head, laughing softly. This was a surprise.
One of the players stepped forward to greet the group—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair tucked under a cap turned backward. There was something about him that stood out instantly. Not just his size or the fact that he was clearly an NHL player, but the way he carried himself.
Relaxed. Easy. Like he belonged anywhere he stood.
“That’s Arber,” someone near you whispered.
You recognized the name faintly, probably from your dad mentioning it during a game—but that was about it.
Still, there was something about him that drew your attention.
The players split into smaller groups, talking with the kids, signing sticks, answering questions that came too fast to keep up with.
Your brother hovered near Arber’s group, trying to act normal and failing miserably. You smiled.
And then—
He spotted you.
Fuck.
You knew that look.
Before you could even pretend to be distracted, he was skating toward you at full speed, nearly crashing into the boards in his rush.
“Can you take a picture of me with him?” he asked breathlessly, already halfway over the barrier.
You laughed. “Of course.”
He didn’t even wait for a full answer before grabbing Arber by the sleeve and dragging him over.
“Sorry, can my sister take a picture of us?” your brother said quickly.
Arber turned.
And that’s when it happened.
His gaze landed on you—and for just a second, everything else seemed to fade.
It wasn’t dramatic.
Just a pause.
A flicker of something unexpected in his expression. Like he hadn’t been prepared to see you. Like he needed a second to catch up.
“Yeah” he said, a beat later. “Of course”
You felt it; that tiny shift, but you brushed it off, focusing on the task instead.
“Alright” you said, taking your brother’s phone. “Stand closer”
Your brother immediately threw an arm around Arber like they were longtime teammates. Arber huffed a quiet laugh, adjusting slightly before looking back at you.
And again—that moment.
That half-second where his attention lingered.
“Ready?” you asked.
“Ready" your brother said instantly.
Arber nodded, though his eyes stayed on you just a fraction longer before he finally looked at the camera.
You snapped the picture.
“Got it” you said.
“Perfect,” your brother grinned.
You took a second photo, then stepped forward to hand the phone back.
“Thanks!” he said, already skating off to show his teammates.
And just like that, it was just you and Arber.
Up close, he was even more intimidatingly tall, but there was something disarming about him too. Something easy.
“You’re a good sister” he said.
You shrugged lightly. “I try”
“It shows" he replied simply.
You weren’t sure why that made your chest feel a little tighter.
“So” you said, glancing toward the ice, “you do this often? Surprise appearances?”
He smiled slightly. “Sometimes. It’s fun"
“It looks like it” you said, nodding toward your brother, who was still buzzing with excitement.
Arber followed your gaze, something soft flickering across his face.
There was a pause. Not awkward, just… there.
“I’m Y/n" you said.
“Arber” he replied, then smiled faintly. “I guess you knew that”
“I had a feeling"
He laughed under his breath.
“Do you come here often?” he asked.
“Not really" you admitted. “I’m at uni most of the time. Just home for the weekend”
He nodded slowly, like that mattered more than it should.
“How long are you here?”
“Just a couple days”
“Not long" he said quietly.
Before you could respond, your brother came rushing back again.
“I got more pictures! And look!” he said showing a couple of signs on his stick.
“That's amazing buddy" you said, smiling. “Wait until you tell dad”
“I know! He's gonna freak out” he beamed.
The coach called out, signaling that it was time to wrap up.
The players started gathering their things.
You stepped back, assuming that was the end of it.
That it had just been a small, nice moment.
But then—
“Hey"
You turned.
Arber had stepped a little closer.
“I don’t usually get asked for many photos” he said lightly. “So I feel like I owe you something”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, I should be the one thanking you, you definitely made his day” you said pointing at your brother.
“Please” he said. “I insist”
You laughed softly.
“So what’s the repayment?” you asked.
He hesitated... just briefly.
“Coffee” he said. “Or something. If you’re around"
You tilted your head, studying him.
“Depends” you teased. “Are you always this smooth?”
He huffed a quiet laugh. “Not usually"
“Good to know"
Your brother called your name again, already heading toward the exit.
“I should go" you said.
“Yeah" he nodded.
You took a step back. Then another. And for a second, it felt like that was it. But then—
“Wait"
You turned again.
“Can I get your number?” he asked, more direct now. “So I can properly thank you”
You smiled. “Of course”
You stepped closer, telling him your number as he typed it into his phone. When he looked back up at you, there was something softer in his expression.
“I’ll text you” he said.
“I’ll be waiting” you replied lightly.
You walked toward the exit, your brother immediately launching into a full, excited breakdown of everything that had just happened.
You nodded along, laughing at the right moments.
But part of you stayed behind. Back at the rink.
And just before you stepped outside, you glanced back one last time.
Arber was still there. And he was still looking at you.
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In which you and Macklin meet at the Olympics and fall in love
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ hello!! hope you like this one, for me it was so much fun to make;;; I really love to do SMAUs so maybe in the future I get myself making more^^ anyways remember that you can join my taglist here <<33 see you soon with more stuff
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yourusername Olympics recap 🍝❄️🥇☁️🇨🇦
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bestie1 oh yeah baby!! bringing home that gold
⤿yourusername love u 💕💕
bestie2 that's our gold medalist there *❤️liked by author
mackcelebrini it was so nice to meet you congrats on the gold 🥳
⤿yourusernsme thanks Mack!! it was really nice to hangout with you 🫶🏽
user1 your the best omg
user2 such a clean program what a way to win
user3 ariana what are you doing here
⤿user4 they've been inseparable the hole olympics, they were seen hanging out in Milan together
⤿user3 that's crazy, a duo a was not expecting
⤿user5 I'm living for it already tho
⤿user3 yeah yeah totally they must look perfect together
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caption 1: ➡️ San Jose
⤿bestie1 YOU DID NOT!!
⤿yourusername I did ☺️
caption 2: sushi date 🍣
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caption 1: ☕☕
caption 2: 📍San Jose downtown
caption 3: 🌷💕
caption 4: let's go Sharks
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yourusername life lately ☀️🌴🦈
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user1 IS THAT MACKLIN???
⤿user2 I'm 100% he is
bestie1 cali girl?
mackcelebrini beautiful 😍 💕 *❤️ liked by author
user2 mack's comment (??
user3 you look stunning
user4 we need a hard launch 😭😭
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mackcelebrini late olympics + back at the tank
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sanjosesharks our silver boy 🦈
_willsmith2 🔥🔥🔥
yourusername 💕💕💕 *❤️ liked by author
user1 can we count this as a hard launch? 😭
user2 I need them to address it already
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caption 1: Supporting my boy 💕
⤿mackcelebrini you look stunning 🫶🏽
⤿yourusername 😘😘
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yourusername San Jose I'll be back that's for sure *🏷️ tagged mackcelebrini
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user1 is this the hard launch?!?!?
⤿user2 idk 😭😭😭
bestie1 cali girl?
mackcelebrini will be waiting 💕
⤿yourusername ☺️💕
bestie1 San Jose looks nice on you baby *❤️ liked by author
⤿mackcelebrini you sure is just San Jose?
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yourusername What happened at the Olympics stays there *🏷️ tagged mackcelebrini
