the minnesota wild are back again at the restaurant you work at. it's not a rare occurence for them to be here. especially after a win. or for team bonding. and especially since your boyfriend plays for the team.
you'd first met jesper here, actually. he'd been in with an older woman who you would later come to know as his mother, and they'd been seated in your section that evening. you thought he was cute right away, and turns out, you also caught his eye.
at the end of the night, he'd left a generous tip along with his number. it took you four days to call him. you honestly thought it had been a joke. it hadn't been. you'd been together ever since.
not many people on his team knew that he was seeing someone, let alone a waitress at this restaurant. they just thought he really liked the food and the atmosphere here. he does, yeah, but he really likes you.
coincidentally enough, tonight they're sitting in your section. it's hard not to hear them from a mile away with how loud their talking and their laughter is. it's hard not to see them either. they're taking up a giant table in the middle of the room that's usually reserved for parties and big celebrations.
shannon, your work best friend, patted you on the shoulder as you grabbed your tablet to head over there. you might as well get started on their orders; drinks at least.
they all cheered as you approached. of course they did. they're professional hockey players. they see a pretty girl and their brains go haywire. you subtly blew jesper a kiss, puckering your lips as you made your way to one corner of the table.
'hey, i'm y/n, i'm gonna be your waitress tonight. can i get you fellas started on some drinks?' you said.
you went around the table, taking everyone's orders, igoring the way one of the guys was looking at you. you lingered on jesper for longer than normal, but no one really seemed to bat an eye at it.
they were all ready to order food, too, having glanced through the menus before you'd come to take their drink orders. so, you stuck around a bit longer. you typed everyone's orders in on your tablet, placing a hand on the back of jesper's chair as you waited for everyone to name them off.
once they were all in, and everybody had stopped paying attention to you, you leaned down to whisper in jesper's ear.
'who's that?' you asked, nodding over at the young guy making eyes at you.
'danila yurov.' jesper whispered. 'ignore him.' he said. he patted your ass quickly as you straightened back up, smiling at the table.
'i'll be back with your drinks in a couple minutes. food shouldn't take too long.'
since there was so many of them and so many plates of food to bring out, a couple of the runners came with the rest of the trays to help place everything on the table in front of the players.
once everything was sorted, and you made sure everyone had the right orders and plates, you took one glance around at the entire table.
'anything else i can get you?' you asked.
yurov spoke up. 'yeah. your number.' he said.
you laughed. like a real loud one. then placed your hand over your mouth.
'sorry.' you said. 'why would i do that?' you asked.
he shrugged. 'you're pretty. i wanna get to know you.' he said.
'sweet, but i'm kind of taken.' you said.
'and you know him.' jesper jumped in next. 'like really well.'
'i do?' yurov questioned.
jesper wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you as close to his chair as possible, squeezing your hip.
'yeah, you do.' he said, patting your hip.
yurov's eyes flicked between you and jesper before the realization washed over his face.
you smiled, wrapping an arm around jesper's shoulders as he leaned over to kiss your hand.
'sorry, man.' he said to yurov, but he wasn't really sorry. 'she only has eyes for me.'
'that i do.' you said, leaning down to kiss jesper's cheek. 'now let me get back to work.'
tw/cw: comfort fic, snuggling, established relationship, mental health can be mean, wally makes it better, can be read as gender neutral I think?
I've been having a shit time recently. I needed to be cuddled by Wally.
wc: 908
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Curled up on the couch, you were draped in nothing but your boyfriend’s jersey. The dark green fabric feels soft against your skin. It’s late, and the sun had long set some time ago. You would have gone to watch Jesper play tonight. He was actually in the net instead of Filip. However, you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave the house. There was no real reason why; you just felt terrible.
As the time seemed to drag on, the sound of the front door barely had you lifting your head. The distinctive thud of a bag followed by the soft patter of feet finally had you lifting your head to turn towards your boyfriend. His hair was still wet from his post-game shower, the strands falling slightly as he leaned over the back of the couch and over you. Jesper is paused in his movements, waiting to see if he’s allowed to press a kiss to your head like he’s so used to doing. However, he stops short as he sees the look on your face—the heaviness in your eyes as you just sink further into the couch.
“Babe?” His voice is soft, as if he didn't even care about his game. The team may have won, but now, he was all about you. He knew that you couldn’t explain why you were feeling this way, but he wanted to be there anyway. He understood that you had moments like this, times when you couldn’t handle being touched. He wanted to know how to help.
You don’t say anything, simply nod to him. As soon as you give him the go-ahead, he’s pressing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t help but lean in, reaching for his hand. As soon as the door was open, Jesper rushed to come around the couch before joining you on the soft cushions. He moved to pull you into his chest, melting into you as your arms wrapped around him in return. Even when he was being the strong one between you, he was still always a sucker in your hold.
No words were shared. The only thing was Jesper’s arms around your waist as your hands traced patterns over his back. There was no rush, just a simple understanding of need. A need for one another. Jesper always seemed to know when to speak and when to stay quiet. Now was one of those quiet times. You couldn’t be more grateful for your boyfriend. He was everything you could have asked for.
Time seemed to move so slowly. You didn’t even realize it was as late as it was until a soft grunt escaped Jesper. You pulled away slightly, looking up at him as your arms rested over his shoulders. Eyes of blue had you melting, wanting nothing more than to curl up with Jesper until the rest of the world disappeared. You would do anything for that in this very moment.
Jesper’s eyes were soft as they silently pleaded with you. He wanted to have the room to properly hold you. The couch only gave the two of you so much room. Although he was out of his goalie gear, he still took up so much space. After games, it was like a ritual for Jesper to carry you to bed. Whether it was a win or a loss, he found comfort in simply holding you. You didn’t even have the heart to tell him you’d rather walk.
You smiled softly, brushing a thumb over his cheek. He leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. When you spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper. There was no need to be any louder. With barely inches between the two of you, the sound of heartbeats could be heard. “Carry me?”
Jesper wasted no time, lifting you and pulling as close as possible. One hand held your waist, splaying his fingers over your back as the other held onto your bare thigh beneath the jersey. With ease, he stood with you in his arms. Your legs were wrapped loosely around him, arms holding tight around his neck. You let yourself bury your face in his neck as he walked towards your shared bedroom. You couldn’t help but inhale his scent, catching the scent of his body wash and then that unmistakable scent that was just him. You could never explain it, but if you could put it in a candle, you’d burn it every time he was away on a road trip.
With such softness, Jesper lowered you to the bed. Your back met the soft sheets, reaching back behind you with one hand. Then, just like every night your boyfriend came home to you, he was lying on top of you. His head fell against your chest, nuzzling in. The familiar action had you giggling softly, smiling brightly as you couldn’t help but play with his damp hair. “Better, sweetheart?” You asked, receiving a happy groan in return.
You could never understand how Jesper always knew how to make you smile. You weren’t complaining, even as he grew heavier against you. He was so easy. With a hand in his hair and you beneath him, he was already falling asleep. He didn’t fix your problems. There was no fixing them. He did, however, never fail to make you feel as if the world was gone. Nothing but the two of you here, together. You wouldn’t trade him for anything.
#coquette
#photography
#aromantic
#heated rivalry
#the amazing digital circus
#cats of tumblr
