Meghan

Remembering this exists every now and again English and History Major 21

[sparklespiff]

Sometime after Shane is on the Centaurs, JJ drops by to hang out with Shane and of course Ilya is there.

Ilya: So I hear you tried to get Shane to cheat on me with a personal trainer with his dad's name.

JJ: dude I did not know you were together and also he was so fucking stressed out! I figured getting laid would help!

Ilya: Oh it does 😉

Shane: Kill me now

JJ: but now I've got all these single gay dudes in my phone and I've hooked some of them up with each other but I was vetting them for a really specific guy, you know?

Ilya: And now all your hard work is wasted, very sad. Not everyone can be amazing gay hockey matchmaker like me.

JJ: ...you don't happen to know any anxious glasses-wearing second overall draft picks in need of a man, do you?

Ilya, queer hockey radar zooming in on Luca: show me your menu of gay men

[bestworstideaever]

this is the absolute funniest way possible for those two to become friends. headcanon fucking accepted, except instead of a conspiracy theory cork board, I’m imagining them coming up with a kind of March madness-style chart for potential matches. Harris ends up getting in on it too because this seems like the kind of chaos he’d also thrive on.

meanwhile, Shane is just in the corner watching the three-headed matchmaking monster he has accidentally released into the gay athlete community, like What Have I Done???, while Luca and Troy just shake their heads at him.

[raincitygirl76]

I could totally see this as how JJ and Ilya finally bond! And yes, of course Harris would also be channeling the spirit of Dolly Levi. The professional matchmaker from the musical “Hello Dolly.”

The three of them would have so much fun together!

[bambicoded]

if you're a gay hockey player its like. never forget who was there for you when you were at your lowest : fucking ilya rozanov of all people

[aftersunsz]

WINTER IS COMING (MAT BARZAL)

summary: the internet finds out mat manifested his future relationship with the actress that plays a stark on game of thrones

an: i was actually going to make the reader portray a bastard but i’m still upset about the season 8 finale so the reader is a stark 😝

welcome to hollywood series

Draft night 2015

Mat was over the moon. He had just been drafted 16th overall by the New York Islanders. What more could he ask for? This was his boyhood dream come true.

He was immediately asked by the media team to answer some questions for their social media accounts. It was basically an introduction to who Mat Barzal was. It was basic questions like what his favorite food was, his pregame routine, a country he wants to visit. Then he was asked about his celebrity crush. That got him thinking. . . Did he really want to admit to thousands of people what famous person he had a crush on?

“Um . . I started watching Game Of Thrones recently and the actress that plays Serena Stark is cute. Yeah, she’s great.” He admitted.

“What season are you on?” The media girl asked.

“Three. I can’t remember what episode though.” Mat replied.

Eventually, the video was posted to the Islanders’ social media accounts. Several fans of the show and the team were surprised to learn that Mat was also watching the popular series. Some pointed out the fact that Mat was watching the season were the infamous red wedding was going to take place.

You weren’t made aware of the video of Mat confessing he had a crush on you until a year later. When you saw it, you thought about finding his instagram account and messaging him. But what would you even say without sounding creepy or awkward?

Hey, I saw the video where you said you had a crush on me. Want to go out for coffee?

You decided to leave it like it was and go on with your life. Maybe he already had a girlfriend already. You weren’t the type to break up a healthy relationship.

Your paths wouldn’t cross until 2017 when you and a couple of friends were attending a Rangers game at Madison Square Garden. The Islanders ended up defeating The Rangers. Your friend, who was a hockey fan, let you know that one of the goal scorers was the guy that had admitted you were his celebrity crush. That night, you were back in your hotel room deciding if messaging him was a good idea. Was he even still in the city? Maybe he already left with his team. . .

You finally made up your mind and opened instagram. His account was already in your recently searched. Your friend had told you his name earlier. You clicked his account and clicked to message him.

Hey. . .

No. Delete.

Hi!

Nope!

That was a pretty nice goal you made. Congrats.

Why was this so hard?

Instead of pressing the backspace button, your finger immediately pressed send. You cursed multiple times as you realize what you had done. As you were panicking, a notification appeared on your screen. It was a message from Mat.

barzal97: Can’t believe Serena Stark saw my first NHL goal.

Maybe things weren’t so bad.

—

April 2019

The playoffs were continuing with the Islanders taking on the Penguins. You made the trip to Pittsburgh to support Mat and the rest of the team. It was your first time getting to watch Mat in the playoffs and you were beyond excited. You sat with a couple of Mat’s friends and family that made the trip to Pittsburgh. Every now and then, a couple of fans would come up to you and ask for a photo. Of course you happily took it. Sometime you would even engage in a small conversation about Game Of Thrones. A couple of fans were brave enough to straight up ask for spoilers, but you were sworn to secrecy. You initially didn’t want to think about the series during the game, but it obviously didn’t go your way. It didn’t help that the premiere of season 8 just so happened to be the same night as Mat’s game.

The day ended with the Islanders securing another win. You met up with Mat just outside the visitors locker room. He had just showered and all he wanted to do was go back to the hotel.

“You want to get room service or pick up something?” You asked. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Room service sound good. What time is it? I don’t want to miss the episode.” Mat said, looking down at his watch.

“I can’t believe you’re actually making me watch the episode with you. I don’t like seeing myself act.” You said.

“But you’re so good!” Mat pressed another kiss to your lips. “How about a little spoiler? Just a tiny one.”

“Everyone dies and Drogon melts the Iron Throne.” You looked serious when you told Mat a fake spoiler.

“Wait, really? You’re not messing with me?” Mat took it seriously.

“Yeah, I am one hundred percent serious. No one gets the iron throne,” You nodded.

“Well that’s depressing.” Mat sighed.

“What’s depressing is you actually believing I would give you a spoiler. Come on, I’m starving.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the locker room.

—

April 2026

The Islander’s social media team had recently uploaded a TikTok featuring Mat. It was filmed earlier in the year, but the social media admin recently posted it since the 15th anniversary of a certain tv show was coming up.

“Can we test you on Game Of Thrones?” The admin asked Mat with their tiny microphone. He was still in his gear since the team had just finished a practice session.

“Let’s do it. I know my stuff.” Mat cracked a smile at the mention of one of his favorite shows.

“What are Daenarys Targaryen’s three dragons’ names?”

“Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion,” Mat replied, satisfied with his answer. “Spoiler warning! By the way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He directed his words to the camera.

“What is Jaime Lannister’s nickname?”

“The Kingslayer,” he said. “because he killed Daenarys’ dad who was the king at the time.” He whispered the last part as if it was a secret.

“All of the Stark kids got a Direwolf in season one. Can you name all of them?” Mat took a few seconds to remember the names.

“Ghost is Jon’s, Lady is Sansa’s, Grey Wind is Robb’s, Nymeria is Arya’s and . . . I’m totally blanking on those last ones.” He admitted.

“Maybe she can help you out.” The admin pointed behind Mat. You were walking towards them, talking with the newest member of the team, Matthew Schaefer.

“What’s your Direwolf’s name?” Mat asked, interrupting your conversation with the teenager.

“As in Serena Stark’s Direwolf?” You were confused as to why he needed the name. “It’s Artemis, did you forget already?”

Mat snapped his finger. “That’s the one. Artemis and I can’t remember the other ones.”

“What do you think of Mat forgetting about your Direwolf’s name?” The admin pointed the microphone and camera towards you.

“He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.” You joked.

“This makes it so much worse because she adopted the dog that played her Direwolf. She’s back in our house probably taking a long nap and snoring.” Mat admitted.

“I’m telling Romy.” Matthew added, followed by a giggle. He had already met the Barzal’s dog, Romy, who played Serena Stark’s Direwolf. Romy was a big cuddler.

“Okay, last question. What is the Stark’s house motto?” The admin raised the microphone towards Mat.

Mat was too busy looking at you. “Wait I want her to say it. Please say it. If I say it, it sounds lame. You say so cool.”

“I really want to hear you say it too.” Matthew couldn’t help but join in.

“You’ve never heard me say it on the show?” You asked Matthew.

“Well I’ve never seen it,” The boy admitted. “It might be too violent for my liking honestly. I’m sorry.” He sounded so genuine when he apologized.

“No, it’s okay! I promise. I’ll say it for you.” You gave him a quick side hug.

“What about me?” Mat asked.

“Go rewatch the show,” you playfully pushed him away. “Fine, I’ll say it for you too.”

“Oh my god.” Mat was like a kid in a candy store. He always loved hearing you say the house stark motto.

“Winter is coming.” You recite in your northern accent you used for several years. Both Mat and Matthew erupted into cheers when they heard you say the famous words.

nyislanders we heard that winter is coming ❄️🐺

comments:

islescup can’t believe mat barzal ended up dating his celebrity crush

barzyspuck this man definitely asks her to say winter is coming at home 😭

housebarzal he’s a fan first, boyfriend second

isleshockeynews i need to know if mat actually enjoyed season 8

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yourusername i love off season ☀️

targlover IS THAT SOPHIE??

sophiet 💋💋

barzal97 can we go next year to the renaissance fair again?

yourusername of course my knight in shining armor xx 🌹

puckknowledge the concept of mat barzal at the renaissance fair with serena stark

winteriscoming_ SERENA STARK AT THE RENAISSANCE FAIR 😭

matthew.schaefer48 take me next time!

yourusername yes!! and we’re bringing the martin girls 🥰

sydneyemartin they’ll love it!! i’m already prepping their dresses ❤️

bedsyvibes barzal97 please tell me what you did to date your celebrity crush 🙏🏼 aaron taylor johnson needs me

sidgenolover he went to the tom holland school of manifestation

[penandinkprincess]

I imagine Ilya as a SHANE SHANE I SEE THE LIGHT THIS IS IT I AM DYING TELL ANYA I LOVE HER AND TELL HAYDEN PIKE HE IS SHIT AT HOCKEY dramaaaaaaatic sick person so Shane being an "I'm not sick what are you talking about??" guy is perfect. Imagine them both getting taken out at the same time? Poor Yuna and David go over to the house where you have Dramatic Drama Queen wrapped in a blanket lying on the couch moaning and groaning like a sickly Victorian child actively dying of consumption and then you have Shane who is on so many cold meds to make him look like he's Not Sick that he's literally hallucinating.

shane is carrying on a conversation with the christmas tree and ilya is dictating his last will and testament to anya and yuna and david are trying to remember if there's an upper age limit to just. swaddling people.

[junkdrawertales]

they think Ilya’s plague victim drama is a refreshing change from Shane’s extreme denial shenanigans and since Ilya is a sucker for anything vaguely Mom Shaped he is much easier to corral. Shane will spit out cough drops if made to take them but Ilya’s been rolled into a blanket burrito AND he accepted a bowl of soup!! Wow!! Shane on the other side of the couch is like Go Away Mom I’m Fine. It’s Just Pollen (he has bronchitis)

[penandinkprincess]

being prepared to reverse hostage negotiation ilya back into bed like they have always had to do with shane only to hit him with a "you look cold, honey, go lay back down, alright?" and get a "okay 🥰"

like damn...SHANE! TAKE NOTES!

[shaneposting]

shane is literally a Boyfriend guys he’s stocking the cottage full of stuff he’d never eat bc they’re ilya’s favourite snacks and he’s driving his passenger princess around and carrying ilya’s bags and asking what he wants for dinner and waking him up in the middle of the night to be like ‘hey here’s how we can be together forever until we are old and wrinkly. do u agree yes or yes’

and even before that he’s constantly checking if his baby is okay and he’s sitting in that stairwell cuddling ilya’s jacket and he’s so desperate to hold ilya’s hand when he’s off his head on painkillers. he’s rereading old texts. he’s got his phone in his hand and he’s texting ilya when he’s literally just got off the ice after winning the cup again and that’s years before they’re even together. he’s inviting ilya to the cottage because he gets two weeks off a year and he wants to spend them both with his favourite person

he’s a loverboy! he’s spent so so long wanting to be able to connect with ilya like this and now he finally can! he was born to play hockey but also to be ilya’s boyfriend!

[aslongasitsblack]

Ilya Rozanov iPhone Notes Apology

[ismickeyadopted]

orrrr ilya and troy having to record one of these bad boys after ilya is caught saying what’s up fag on his livestream

[flyora]

The Long Game version here!!!

[riahollywood]

only you l erling haaland

notes: i can’t believe the world cup has got me writing my little rambles again but here i am all up in my feels 🤣 this one features a protective and clingy bf erling. ❤️

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

you smiled to yourself as you watched erling jog back across the pitch after finishing his final warm up drill, his long blonde hair scrapped back into a red scrunchie making him stand out amongst the sea of players.

he glanced up towards the family section in search of you. it never seemed to take him long to find you, and this time was no different. his face instantly softened as you lifted your hand with a grin and gave him a little wave, earning one in return before he blew you an exaggerated kiss that had a couple of the other girlfriends giggling beside you.

"it's actually embarrassing how obsessed he is with you." one of them laughed, nudging your arm.

you couldn't help the blush that crept onto your cheeks as you watched him jog towards his teammates, still smiling to himself after spotting you in the crowd.

"i think you're confusing obsessed with affectionate.” you replied, trying your best to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

"no, i'm definitely not." she teased back.

the music echoed around the stadium moments later, signalling for the players to make their way back onto the pitch, and soon the norwegian national anthem was ringing out around the packed stadium. you felt a familiar wave of pride wash over you whilst watching erling stand shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the norway squad, his eyes fixed ahead as he sang every word.

the first half seemed to fly by, the atmosphere inside the stadium unlike anything you had ever experienced before. the fans cheered every tackle, every save and every attack, leaving you barely sitting down for more than a few seconds at a time before you were back on your feet applauding another chance.

when the referee blew the whistle signalling half time, you followed the rest of the players' families and friends into the hospitality lounge beneath the stands, smiling politely at familiar faces as people chatted excitedly about the first half whilst helping themselves to coffee and snacks.

you made your way over to the refreshments table, and as you reached for one of the bottles of water , a voice beside you pulled your attention away.

"good game so far, isn't it?"

you turned your head and were met with an easy smile from a man who looked around your age. he didn’t look familiar and he was dressed very smartly, so you assumed he was probably one of the many guests invited into the hospitality suite for the afternoon. he wasn’t much taller than you with mousey brown hair, dark eyes and an american accent.

“yeah, it’s been really good.” you smiled politely. 

“my name’s liam.” he introduced himself before explaining that his father worked high up for one of the sponsors. it was very evident that he expected you to have been impressed by this which made you internally roll your eyes, but you did your best to remain polite. you didn’t want any rumours to circulate that erling’s girlfriend had been rude to the sponsors’ family.

liam effortlessly struck up a conversation as though the two of you had known each other for years, asking whether you had caught many of norway’s matches and if you were enjoying the world cup so far. 

despite giving off the impression of someone who had grown up getting everything they had ever asked for, the conversation was pleasant enough, and you answered politely, keeping your reponses short and sweet in the hope that it would naturally come to an end, not thinking too much of it until his questions gradually began to venture into more personal territory.

"so," he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink, "who've you come here with today?"

oh, now this could be fun, you thought.

"my boyfriend.” you answered confidently.

"oh yeah?" he asked, glancing around the room. "where is he then?"

you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you nodded towards the pitch beyond the glass windows.

"he's just warming back up."

liam followed the direction of your finger before looking back at you with an amused expression.

"no, seriously."

you laughed softly, almost a bit offended that he hadn’t immediately believed you.

"i am being serious.” you replied a matter of factly. 

liam frowned slightly. "which one is he?"

your smile widened as your eyes immediately found the familiar blond ponytail jogging across the pitch.

"number nine."

for a few seconds liam simply stared out towards the players before looking back at you with an expression somewhere between confusion and disbelief.

"you're telling me your boyfriend is erling haaland?"

you nodded, smugness filling your entire body. “that’s him.”

liam let out a surprised deep chuckle, quickly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“well... i have to be honest, i wasn't expecting that."

you smiled politely, assuming that would be the end of the conversation as you grabbed your water bottle. before you had the chance to excuse yourself, liam spoke up again.

"guess you can't blame me for trying, right?” his tone was light hearted enough that you simply laughed awkwardly.

you offered him a small smile out of pity, hoping the conversation would definitely be over now he knew you weren't only in a relationship, but that your boyfriend was currently out on the pitch preparing to play the second half of one of the biggest matches of his career.

noticing that people had already started making their way back towards the seating area as the players began to reappear from the tunnel, you tried to excuse yourself.

"i should probably head back out now.” you smiled politely, taking a small step backwards. 

"wait," he said quickly, taking a step after you. "there's a big event after the game for some of the sponsors and guests. you should come."

you offered him an apologetic smile. "that's kind of you, but i'll be spending the evening with erling."

"bring him then.” he suggested, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"i don't think he'll be too interested.” the last thing erling would want to do after kicking off his world cup tournament was hanging out with some wannabe schmoozers.

"then just come for one drink. by yourself.” liam suggested and at this point, you were getting a little fed up of how persistent he was being.

you did your very best to remain calm. "i'm alright, thank you.”

he nodded, although it was clear from the expression on his face that he wasn't quite ready to leave it there.

"another time then.” he spoke confidently, not willing to just admit defeat. that would’ve clearly damaged his ego too much.

you gave a small shake of your head. "i don't think so."

"why not?” he asked and his arrogance was beginning to outstand you.

you blinked slightly, surprised that he had asked the question so openly. "because i've got a boyfriend." you reminded him.

"yeah," he replied with a grin, "but surely you're allowed friends."

you shifted your weight slightly, your smile becoming a little more forced than before.

"i don't really think erling would appreciate me going out for drinks with another man."

he laughed as though you'd made a joke.

"he never has to know.” your heart sank ever so slightly as his suggestion. from your first date with erling, he treated you with the upmost respect. he was a true modern day gentlemen; opening car doors for you, ensuring you always had what you wanted, looking after you when you were ill, but also loving how you were able to speak up and stick up for yourself when needed. it was evident early on in your relationship that he was the one for you, and the idea of so much as looking at another man quite frankly repulsed you.

"i'm going to go and find my friends before the second half starts.” you simply replied, ready to walk away now even if it did mean you were called rude.

"hey," he called after you as you began to turn away.

you glanced back over your shoulder.

"if you ever change your mind..."

you simply smiled politely.

"i won't."

without waiting for another response, you made your way across the hospitality suite towards a couple of your girl friends, feeling yourself breathe out a quiet sigh of relief as soon as you reached your familiar group.

you mumbled a quick hello to them as you settled back into your padded seat. you couldn't help yourself from glancing down towards the pitch as erling emerged from the tunnel alongside his teammates, completely unaware of what had happened during the break as he jogged back into position, and the second his eyes found yours amongst the crowd once again, he offered you that same boyish smile from before kick-off along with a small wave, making your heart soften despite everything.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the final whistle was met with an eruption of cheers as norway secured a deserved 3-1 victory, two goals curtosey of erling.

by the time you and erling had had some dinner and finally made it back to the hotel, it was several hours later and both of you were exhausted.  

you quietly closed the bedroom door behind you before slipping your shoes off by the entrance, letting out a content sigh as the silence of the hotel room replaced the constant noise that had surrounded you for the entire afternoon and evening.

“do you want me to run you a bath, baby?” erling asked and you smiled, your routine from home following you to america. 

you disappeared into the bathroom, having some time to think about the day’s events, but mostly how proud you were of erling for performing so well in such an important game. he hadn’t let the pressure get to him, and you were sure you were the prouder girlfriend to ever exist in that moment.

after a while of relaxing and soaking in the bubble bath that erling had prepared for you, you reappeared wearing one of your favourite t-shirts that was previously erling’s but had long been claimed by yourself. you padded barefoot across the room towards the bed where he was already lying against the headboard, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweats signalling he was ready for bed. he was scrolling absent-mindedly through messages from teammates and family congratulating him on the result.

he instantly smiled seeing you join him on the bed, his heart beaming as he took in your appearance, makeup removed, natural damp hair and wearing only his clothes. he would never tire of the sight.

you got settled onto the mattress beside him, pulling the duvet up to cover both of your legs as you picked up the tv remote and flicked through the channels. after just a few moments you found yourself glancing across at erling.

"you'll never guess what happened at half-time."

he looked up immediately, an intrigued look on his face. “what, baby?”

“this guy was trying to chat me up at half time.” you sniggered a little at the memory, as though the idea of another man trying to chat you up was laughable. you were so committed to erling.

erling immediately locked his phone and placed it onto the bedside table, his eyebrows furrowing and a stern look appearing on his face at the mention of a guy bothering you.

"he was fine to begin with," you continued, absent-mindedly playing with one of the loose threads on the duvet. "then he started asking who i'd come with."

erling's expression became a little amused, already picturing the look on this loser’s face when his beautiful girlfriend told him she was taken, let alone who by.

"i told him my boyfriend had brought me and he asked where you were."

that made the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. "what did you say?” he asked, leaning back slightly agains the headboard more amused than before.

"i pointed out onto the pitch.” 

erling grinned at that, chuckling lowly. "and?"

"he thought i was joking.” you said, your voice showing that you weren’t sure if you should’ve been offended.

a little laugh escaped erling. "did he?"

“mhm." you couldn't help smiling as you remembered the look on the young man's face. “i did enjoy the look on his face when i pointed to you.” you laughed recalling the memory.

erling let out a proper laugh at that, shaking his head to himself. "i wish i'd seen his face."

you giggled, "it was priceless."

his smile lingered as he reached across to gently tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "bet that shut him up."

you hesitated ever so slightly, debating whether to just leave it there, but you decided not to. you and erling had no secrets.

"...not exactly."

the smile slowly faded from his face. "what do you mean?” his bright eyes searched yours.

you shrugged. "he asked me if id like to go for a drink with him even after i told him about you.”

erling frowned, and the room seemed noticeably quieter now.

“i obviously said no.”

erling was looking at you properly now, his heart breaking at this loser potentially making his girl feel uncomfortable whilst he oblivious to this going on.

"he said it was only a drink and that you didn't have to know.” you continued and for a second, erling didn't say anything at all.

he simply looked at you, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

“he knew you were my boyfriend. i told him twice.”

erling paused before speaking up, trying to keep his anger at bay. he wanted to direct it to this guy, and he didn’t want you to think he was getting angry with you.

"should've been enough the first time.” he mumbled angrily and your heart melted.

you reached over, resting your hand against his forearm.

"erl, honestly, it's okay."

he looked down at where your fingers rested against his skin before meeting your eyes again.

"was he making you uncomfortable?"

you thought about it for a moment. "a little."

that was all it took.

without saying another word, erling reached for you, his hands settling gently around your waist as he guided you across the mattress until you were sitting sideways on his lap, his arms wrapping around you almost instinctively before pulling you firmly against his bare chest.

"erling..." you laughed softly.

he simply buried his face into your shoulder. “don't say it’s fine when it’s not.”

you smiled to yourself, your arms naturally finding their way around his neck as you stroked your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"i'm okay, i promise. he was just so persistent it was annoying.”

he tightened his arms around you ever so slightly, the embrace somehow becoming even more secure as though every protective instinct inside him had quietly taken over, leaving you almost completely cocooned against his broad chest.

after a few moments, he shifted the two of you further up the bed until he was lying back against the pillows with you tucked comfortably into his side, one of his arms beneath your shoulders whilst the other remained firmly around your waist, keeping you so close that there wasn't even the smallest gap between your bodies.

"comfortable?" you teased, smiling to yourself as you realised there was absolutely no chance of escaping his grip.

he simply hummed. “very."

you laughed quietly, attempting to readjust your body slightly. "i can't move."

"good." he replied.

"you're squashing me." you half complained but really, you loved it. you never felt safer than being all wrapped up in his arms, even if that did mean struggling to breathe.

he loosened his hold by the tiniest amount before immediately pulling you straight back against him again, pressing a kiss into the top of your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours beneath the duvet.

"better?"

"not really." you spoke, sarcasm clear in your voice as you exaggerated a little sigh.

"good."

you couldn't help but laugh as you felt him smile into your hair, his fingers absent mindedly rubbing slow circles against your side whilst the steady rise and fall of his chest gradually lulled the room into a comfortable silence.

"you're being very clingy."

he shrugged against you. “i’m allowed."

"are you?" you glanced up at him, his eyes now closed. he just mumbled in agreement. “why?"

he was quiet for a moment before kissing your forehead. “because i spent ninety minutes on a football pitch today."

you looked up at him. “and?"

"and whilst i was out there..." he murmured, gently brushing his thumb across your waist, "...some idiot wouldn't take no for an answer."

you smiled softly before nestling yourself impossibly closer, earning another content little squeeze from the giant norwegian wrapped around you.

"i only want you.” you replied and he tutted, hating the idea of you thinking you had to defend yourself to him all because some guy wouldn’t leave you alone.

“i know baby, and i only want you. forever.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[hacash]

sometimes I think the internet was a terrible mistake and then sometimes things like this happen

[olvaheiner]

[myangelintheclouds]

Manifesting a devastating loss for England

[homophobicranch]

[mariloew]

NORGE ALL THE WAY 🇳🇴🇳🇴🇳🇴🇳🇴

[averageskeleton]

I have a new creation that i must share with you all... Introducing SNAIL TAPE

This is originally based on a 90s magazine pattern I found, which I just had to try.

However, the pattern wasn't quite right; it turns out that scotch tape dispensers used to be quite a bit slimmer! So i tested a few changes, and below is an up to date pattern. With added antenna of course!

(This fits standard scotch tape dispensers fairly snuggly, so if you want a bit more room add some width to C.)

If you make one please attach a picture, so we can see the snail army grow...

[hrsocials]

.seven

for my husband + his crackship

[springfable]

some replies from minten’s fabtastic reply party on twitter

[unraveledcrosby]

him calling himself “minty” or “mints” will never not be cute to me 😭😭 “grown man btw” idgaf.

[troy-barrett-love]

Coach Wiebe has so much father figure potential with Troy (Ilya too, but he also has David Hollander).

Troy's father has been established as an asshole with a very specific and toxic view of masculinity and mostly uses his son to hype himself up, while still managing to barely acknowledge his achievements.

We don't get a lot of information on Toronto's coach Bruce Cooper, but we know he allowed for an extremely toxic and borderline abusive locker room situation to develop. Troy also notes at the beginning of Role Model that Ilya talking back to the coach would never fly in Toronto.

So Wiebe is the first man Troy meets, that is older than him and treats people around him with kindness and respect. Not only that, he doesn't judge Troy despite his reputation and encourages him to do better. He also doesn't tell him to stop posting about sexual assault, just because it could hurt the team.

Wiebe is also shown to be a good husband and father, something Troy himself hadn't experienced.

For Wiebe value of the person doesn't equal to their use, unlike Troy's father. So for Troy it must be a big shock to still be treated well by his coach even when he was screwing up on the ice.

So I think Troy would start looking up to him and Wiebe would notice it and take him under his wing, giving him a healthy father relationship. Cue Troy being invited to family breakfasts and Wiebe trying to give him advice (with varying success).

Troy also meets and bonds with Wiebe's daughters, who start calling him uncle.

[penandinkprincess]

i know in my heart that shane is the most obnoxious sick person of all time

not because he's a baby a la classic man cold

but because he will AGGRESSIVELY try to pretend he is not sick

he is trying to gaslight others but ALSO himself

he has a gold medal immune system thank you he did NOT get taken down by ill pikeling spreading Elementary School Plague to him

not happening

as an itty bitty he lied so he wouldn't have to skip hockey, and that has NOT changed as an adult

his true toxic trait is that he WILL be typhoid mary in that locker room if it means he doesn't have to stay home and miss playing

the majority of the struggle when shane is sick is just making him ADMIT he is sick

[burritosong]

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[penandinkprincess]

also CACKLING about the way this looks on the outside.

like. no one else on the team understands Hollander Illness Behavior yet, so they're teasing ilya about being overprotective because shane is SO underplaying it and meanwhile ilya is just, "no, i am so fucking serious. get a medic and then call an ambulance."

and shane who is barely on this realm of existence and about 0.2 seconds from having Involuntary Floor Time is just, "don't worry :) i'll just take an advil or something :)"

WHICH IS NOT HELPING EVERYONE ELSE UNDERSTAND THE MOTHERFUCKING GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION, SHANE, NO MORE CONTRIBUTIONS AT THIS TIME FROM YOU, THANK YOU

[penandinkprincess]

@nirby-wirby

the idea that ilya was trying to be loving and let shane come to his own conclusions that he was sick and give in to being cared for because they're still early in their marriage and he thinks that's still possible

only for The Appendixing to happen and shane in the aftermath losing his faking it privileges as a result because APPARENTLY his shifty ass will just "no thank you" his own body THROUGH A FUCKING! MEDICAL EMERGENCY!!

@dragoonthegreat

CACKLING

i also feel like part of the problem is that he IS so good. yeah his fever is 102 and he can't really see straight and gravity is applying to him unevenly, but he is still making goals. would that goal have happened if he was at home?? GUESS WE'LL NEVER HAVE TO KNOW.

the idea of the team thinking they can rat him out to ilya (at home on temporary injury reserve) being SO darkly funny to ilya. he WISHES he had the authority to just make shane admit he's sick and rest. you would think someone obsessed with their health in every other way would take illness seriously enough to rest when he needs to.

AND FUCKING YET.

[exactphoify]

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[gurlsrool]

one of my all time favorite fics, THE CHIPS ARE SET TO FALL, is now complete at 178k words. HIGHLY recommend giving it a read if you love solid humor, dick jokes, and Ilya adoring Shane so much that he becomes a mob boss and starts rigging the whole MLH to make it a safer place for him ❤️