hi i’m issy & i’m the fave that’s problematic this is my hockey sideblog! and apparently i write now too! requests: OPEN the local jets non stan mostly cbj & flyers but we’ll see what happens likes & follows from purplesmmr :)
There’s a possibility many of y’all thought I was bluffing when I said I found a fuck ton of 5 to 25 second videos that are too short and stupid to share individually so…..may as well put them together.
There are plenty for other teams as well, but apparently I spend a lot of time making fun of the Flyers and in particular Travis Konecny so……………sorry, Trav, this is pretty much five minutes of mocking you.
Hockey But It’s Memes: Flyers Edition, part two of ???
A/N: wow it has been a hot minute and double wow! i'm back with yet another pld fic! crazy!! so i have actually had this written since nye last year and it kinda sorta had ties to their game nye last year as well uhhhh sooo lmao pls forgive me if it’s not the caliber i usually write at but yes! pls just enjoy some cute soft boy! :)
Word Count: 1241
New Year’s Eve; it was the last and arguably best day of the year and you should’ve been out partying. Instead, you were stuck at home doing a pile of work that your professor had unfairly dumped on you last minute--all of which was due the next day. Unfortunately, your predicament also meant that you weren’t able to go watch the Blue Jackets play their final game of the year. Much to your dismay, your situation led to a very disheartening conversation with your boyfriend a few hours earlier, before he left for his game.
“What do you mean, you can’t come?” Pierre asked, his voice giving away his disappointment.
“Luc, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know it’s your last game before the new year, but my professor’s a dick and I- I just have to get this stuff turned in… I wish I could be there...”
“But what about after? Are you coming out with us after the game?”
The sad shake of your head was answer enough.
He sighed and nodded in understanding, pulling you into a tight embrace where you two stayed until he had to leave.
That left you where you sat now; on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand with the game on, upset about being away from Pierre and angry at your professor. You worked diligently, intent on finishing by the time the game ended so you could still spend New Year’s out with your friends. However, your plans were ultimately foiled when the boys noticeably kicked their game into high gear. Pausing your homework endeavors to watch the game a little closer, frankly impressed at how well the boys were playing, especially Pierre, made you even more sad you had missed it. At the end of the game, you were pretty sure had your neighbors had been home, they would’ve called in a noise complaint about your yelling. After the three stars of the game were announced, you sent Pierre a series of texts congratulating him on such a great game and getting the first star: “First star of the game and first star in my HEART” your favorite of all the sent messages read, followed by a massive string of heart emojis. You were immensely proud of him, but catching a glance of the time on your phone display prompted you to dejectedly return to your mound of work. Originally, you had told yourself that you’d only watch the boys for a few minutes and then resume your assignments, but you had gotten a little carried away. It was later than you thought and the due date was approaching faster than you had anticipated.
. . . . . . . . . .
As the sudden beeping of your alarm for 11:50 shook you out of your homework trance, a feeling of relief washed over you; a break was definitely needed. Setting the insufferable task aside, you made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of celebratory champagne.
“Here’s to spending New Year’s alone,” you sighed to yourself, completely miserable. But before you could toast to your sadness, your phone rang with an incoming FaceTime call. Answering, you were met with the smiling face of your boyfriend.
“Hi baby,” Pierre half-shouted over the cacophony resonating from the background. “You didn’t really think you’d be toasting alone, did you?”
The biggest smile stretched across your face and you could’ve sworn your heart melted right then and there; you really did have the greatest boyfriend in the world.
“I love you so much,” you laughed, flipping your TV on to the channel showing the ball drop.
Champagne in your hand and Pierre on FaceTime, you were content. Still, it would have been better to actually be with him, but it would do. Counting down together, you reached the end of the year with a smile that made your cheeks hurt. Since you couldn’t have an actual New Year’s kiss, you blew you boyfriend one through your screen. Pierre laughed and returned the gesture as you took a sip of your drink.
“Happy New Year, mon ange.” His smile warmed your heart, a look of love upon his face that more than likely matched yours exactly.
“Happy New Year, baby,” you returned lovingly. “Thank you for calling me.”
“I wasn’t going to let you be alone on New Year’s, you mean too much to me.”
“And you’re not a self-centered dick,” you added, joking with a smile.
Pierre laughed and a comfortable pause settled between the two of you, though the chaos sounding in the background of the call didn’t do much to help the moment.
“As soon as I get home, I’ll give you a proper New Year’s kiss,” he promised, his tone sincere and adoring. “I have to go but I’ll text you when I leave, okay? I love you.”
“Sounds perfect. I love you, go have fun. Oh, and give Cam a kiss for me!”
With a laugh and a fond shake of his head, your call was ended and you were once again left with the daunting pile of work due sooner than you’d like.
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By the time you had finally finished all the assigned work, Pierre had texted you that he was on his way back. Glancing at your clock, you realized how late it actually was. You set aside your computer and attempted to tidy up the mess of blankets you had made in the living room. Soon enough however, you heard the door to your apartment open. You were greeted with strong arms picking you up and the little noise you made in surprise was muffled by Pierre’s lips against your own.
“What was that for?” you laughed, once he set you back down. He kept you close, his hands resting on the small of your back.
“I told you I would give you a proper New Year’s kiss when I got home,” he grinned, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, his mouth hot against your own. Despite the passion however, he kissed you like he had all the time in the world; there was no desperation or urgency to it. It made your heart soar.
Pulling away slightly, a little breathless and light headed, Pierre rested his forehead against your own.
“Happy New Year, Pierre,” you whispered, meeting his soft gaze.
“Happy New Year, (Y/N).” He leaned down slightly to gently press his lips against yours in a kiss that was so soft and meaningful, it could only be described as love itself. He spoke again when the two of you pulled apart, “I have good feelings about this year, for us especially. This is going to be our year.”
You couldn’t help but beam at his words. He was right, you could feel it too; the next year with Pierre was going to be a great one, along with the many others to come. “I have a good feeling about this year too, Lou Lou.”
He chuckled at your use of the nickname and pulled you into a tight embrace. The vibrations of his laughter resonated through you from where your head was resting on his chest; just being in his presence was comforting. While standing encircled by his strong arms, you finally understood the meaning of someone feeling like home.
Summary: Your history with Vince resurfaces when you both end up back in your hometown over the summer.
Word Count: ~ 2,000
Warnings: Nothing in this part.
A/N: What was it, six months since I posted the last update? I’m sure nobody cares anymore, but here’s more of the story I had written over the summer but was too unsure of to post.
Sitting at the patio table out back you listen only half-engaged to a story your cousin had been telling for at least twenty minutes about a bunch of money he had made in stocks. Nodding occasionally to indicate you hadn’t entirely zoned out was the only input you were providing.
“Y/N.” Your mom calling your name brings a breath of relief at the disruption in the story. Turning around you look over at her, watching her motion for you to come to the back door.
“Sorry, I’ll have to hear the rest of the story later,” you say to your cousin, already up from the picnic table and on your way towards the house. Walking up to the door you give your mom a curious look.
“Vince is here,” she tells you with a mixture of amusement and concern, like she wasn’t sure how she should react to it. She wasn’t the only one though, you weren’t sure how to react either.
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