#leafs imagines

[princessphilly]

Smutty microblurb #7: Freddie

94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”

CW: smut, kink, D/s vibes, a bit of daddy!kink

The anticipation was killing you. 

Your brown eyes stared into his as you looked for friction, any kind of friction. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he loved the power to make you into a screaming, needy mess.

You rolled your naked hips against his thigh, covered by his dress pants. His jacket was forgotten, his tie was undone, a couple of buttons opened on the crisp white dress shirt. His ginger hair was still perfectly arranged as he raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?”

You were past the point of caring about how you sounded as you begged, “I want to cum, daddy, please.”

His right hand held your chin as his left hand pushed your dress higher so he could see just how desperately you were moving on him. Despite wearing panties, there was a wet spot starting to form on his pants and he smirked. 

“Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”

“Yes, daddy.”

[puckingpatty]

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a/n — at the moment, i’m only writing for the players listed below :)

彡 » 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ᥫ᭡  » 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

✧ » 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘

☾ » 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

❊ » 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄!𝒂𝒖

☁︎ »  𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆!𝒂𝒖

𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔 

— 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

— 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒃𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒔

— 𝒅𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒔

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 

— 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒂𝒎

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 ☾ ᥫ᭡

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

— 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒔

— 𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒉

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 

— 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒍

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 

— 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 ᥫ᭡

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 

— 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒏𝒚

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ❊ (𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕)

𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔

— 𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 彡ᥫ᭡

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 <3

𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒙

[midnightsnyx]

William Nylander - I’d Lie

pairing: william nylander/reader

warnings: none? aside from angst?

a/n: this is based on the song I’d Lie by t swift lol

my masterlist

William Nylander

He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes He'll never fall in love he swears As he runs his fingers through his hair I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong

 He jokes about it often - not falling in love and God, do you hope he’s wrong because for as long as you can remember, you’ve been head over heels crazy about him. Being best friends since childhood, the two of you spent nearly every moment you could together. During your teenage years, everybody assumed you were dating but Willy was always quick to shut down any rumors.

Most of you was grateful he did so but there was always that small part of you that longed to be more than friends.

However, you kept your mouth shut in fear of losing him.

 I know all his favorite songs And… I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes

You know him like the back of your hand. You probably know him better than he knows himself. You know everything from his favourite colour to the most listened to song on his playlist and vice versa - he knows everything about you.

Except when he asks you if you have found a special someone because you can’t let it slip that he was the one on your mind.

And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie

Your friends constantly ask you how you’re only friends with the William Nylander. The hot and popular up and coming hockey player who everyone had heard the whispers about him getting drafted.

They would say, “if I was in your shoes, I would make a move before he goes off to the NHL.”

And when they’d ask you why you don’t, you’d lie.

He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?

You sometimes wonder how hasn’t noticed. While you do your best to not show your feelings, there are moments you feel like you have made something obvious. The knowing looks from your friends or a family member when your gaze would linger on him just a little too long.

He stands there, then walks away My god if I could only say,"I'm holding every breath for you..."

When you feel like you finally might be ready to tell him, you find out that he’s leaving.

“I’ll miss you.” He tells you when you’re saying goodbye at the airport. You weren’t planning on going, you’d prepared to say goodbye at his house but when he asked you to come see him off, you couldn’t say no.

“How could you not?” You joke, knowing that he won’t after he’s in Toronto long enough. He will make new friends (which you want him to), but you know that eventually your friendship with him will fade. There will be texts, phone calls and Facetime but then you will both get busy and they will end.

“I’m assuming you’ll miss me too?” He laughs and all you can do is nod, knowing that it’s quite possible you’ll cry.

“You’re gonna be great.” You tell him and he smiles and you watch him turn around and walk away.

Once he’s out of eyesight, your best friend stands next to you wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders and asks, “you loved him, didn’t you?”

“No,” you whisper, “I didn’t.”

And if you asked me if I love him If you asked me if I love him

I’d lie

[pucks-no-fucks]

Birthday Cake: Mitch Marner imagine

Authors note: This is so incredibly late. I lost this request in my inbox and as I was scrolling through I saw it. It’s 20 days late. But it’s here.

Summary: Y/N wakes up early to prepare for Mitch’s Birthday.

Warnings: None! Fluffy!

Requested: Yes | No

You woke up early on May 5th. It was your boyfriend, Mitch’s, birthday. He was sleeping peacefully in the bed, his snores silent. It was 4:30 and you crept out of your shared bedroom into the spare.

Upon reaching the spare bedroom your feet padded over to the closet. Opening it were wrapped gifts, streamers, signs and love letters you had mad for Mitch. The thought of him waking up to see everything made you smile. You pulled all of the supplies out of the closet and brought them onto the kitchen counter. The pile in your arms was tall and you needed to walk slow to ensure you didn’t walk into a wall.

That’s when you heard it. Mitch’s dewy has hit the floor and you could hear the floorboards groan in response. It was 5:19 and he was usually only awake at 5:45 to 6. He let out a very audible yawn. You could picture him doing is stretch and you hurriedly finished icing ‘Happy Birthday Mitchy’ on the cake in white. You frowned. The icing wasn’t as smooth as you would have liked it. You waited with anticipation for Mitch but he never came out.

Your brows furrowed. “Well where are you Mitchy”, you whispered squinting your eyes as if that would suddenly bring him into view.

“Behind you”, he whispered in your ear, his voice low. You jumped.

Turning quickly you put your hands on his chest. “Where did you come from”?

“When your head was down icing the cake”, he smiled. His chin went to rest on your shoulder as he looked at the blue mess before you. His smile grew with the passing seconds. Mitch’s hands snaked around your waist and he kissed your cheek.

“It looks great babe”, he said happily. Your eyes narrowed at the cake.

“Do not lie to me Marner, that is a blue mess and you and I know it”, you said, turning in your spot. The second you made eye contact with him he burst out laughing. He backed up and put his hands on the counter behind him, maintaining eye contact.

“You look like a smurf babe”, he howled through the laughter. He reached forward and grabbed your hands. “How are you going to go out with blue hands”.

“Ill just walk out the door and go wherever you go”, you said sarcastically. Mitch was smiling at you.

You side eyed the cake. Icing dripping down the side of it was taunting you with its sky blue colouring. Mitch looked at it and chuckled. “It is kind of bad”, he giggled.

You smiled and fisted his shirt, resting your head on his shoulder. “It is”.

Mitch put his cheek against your hair. “I love you”, he muttered, clearly still tired.

You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering shut. “Your supposed to say it back”, he mumbled. You smirked. “I’ve loved you since we were 10, and I’ll love you to infinity”.

Mitch’s chest tumbled with laughter threatening to escape him. He was such a happy person. “Are you sure you’ll love me always”?

You nodded as a response. Then Mitch laughed. “If you say so”. Then cake collided with your face. You gasped in shock as Mitch laughed uncontrollably. You opened your eyes to see he had taken a fistful of the cake and had used it as a weapon. You smiled and grabbed a fistful and threw it at him getting him in the cheek. You and Mitch were engulfed in a cake war. Cake and icing were thrown at each other as your laughter filled the apartment.

He reached for your hands and entwined your fingers with his. He pulled you close. “I just really love you”.

He was sincere with every word he said. You cupped his cake covered face and smiled. “I love you Mitchy, happy birthday”. He craned his neck to connect his forehead with yours.

“A happy birthday indeed”, he purred.

“Dork”.

[scaredofthebasement-blog]

When Love Walks In - Chpt 11

Chpt 11 - Auston is moved out of ICU & Talks to Dr Quinn Privately

(I’d love to hear what you’re thinking of the story so far.) 

Words 4706

Warning:  Cuss words, Long Chapter

After congratulating Auston on his great progress, Dr Wright excuses herself for the day.  

Dr Quinn informs Auston and his parents that Nicole is looking after Auston’s transfer to a private room and he should expect to be moving shortly.  She tells them that she will drop by Auston’s room before she leaves for the day to see how he is settling into his “new digs” as she calls them. She expects to drop by sometime around 6 pm.

Auston is happy to hear he is going to see Dr Quinn again today.  He hopes he is settled into his room with enough time to spare to convince his parents, in an unsuspicious way, to leave him alone in his room.  He wants to be able to chat again privately with Dr Quinn before she goes home for the night.

Nurse Nicole makes sure Auston’s transfer to the 7th floor goes smoothly.  He has a private room with a view of University Avenue; but from Auston’s bed, all he can see are the windows of the other buildings across the street.  

Ema and Brian talk to Nicole about the possibility of unapproved visitors sneaking in to see Auston. Nicole tells them that she will speak with security on their behalf and try to get a guard to standby at the Nurse’s Station.  Brian thanks her and tells her that if the hospital can’t provide security for Auston, then he would like to hire someone privately, he just needs to know what the hospital wants.  

Later, Hospital Security indicates that they will only be able to staff a guard over the next 48 hours for Auston, but if the family want someone after that period, then they needed to hire a security guard approved by the Chief of Staff. Brian agrees to get that arranged as soon as possible and in the meantime takes an opportunity to meet with the Hospital Security Team to inform them of the restrictions he wants in place on visits to see Auston.  For the next 48 hour period, and until further notice, only staff and immediate family are to be allowed in Auston’s room.  

Auston has had a constant eye on the clock, so by 530 pm; he’s getting concerned that the ‘time-is-a-tickin’, and he needs to get his parents moving before Dr Quinn arrives to check on him.  

He writes on his whiteboard, “you guys gonna get dinner and sleep at my place tonight?  Go see the girls?”

“Yeah, if you’re okay, we were planning on taking the girls out for dinner tonight and staying at your place. What do you think?”  Brian asks.

“Yeah.  Good idea.  I’m good now”,  Auston writes.

“Okay, but we’ll miss Dr Q. Do you think we need to be here for when she comes this evening?”  Ema asks.

“No.  Dr Q’s just coming tonight to see that I’m settled.  I can handle it.”  Auston assures his parents.

“Well, if you’re sure?”  Ema confirms.

Auston nods and then writes, “Yup. Glad to be out of ICU but pretty tired.”

“Yeah, we’re happy you’re out as well, and we’re going to celebrate with the girls tonight and discuss plans to get them back to their lives in Scottsdale.”

“I wish I could join you to celebrate.  Good idea to have one of you go back home along with the girls.  I’ve been lucky to have you all here but no need for you two to both stay, now that I am on the road to recovery”, Auston encourages.

Brian reminds Auston, “Okay, we’ll think on that.  Contact us if you need us tonight. Anytime. Okay?  Phone us.  Text us. Your phone is charged and on your side table.  I know you don’t want to go on it right now but use it to keep in touch with me, your mom and sisters.  Okay?  Goodnight, son.  Sleep well.”

Auston nods as Ema kisses him on the head, goodbye.

Auston writes, “say hi to Alex and Bre for me”, with a heart after it.

“Will do.  But like I said, you can text them”, Brian reminds Auston with a pat on his shoulder.  Brian smiles and waves as he walks out of the room with Ema.

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It is now 6:15 pm and Auston is getting excited about Dr Quinn’s visit.  He just starts thinking about what he wants to say to her when she walks in his room.

Auston can’t help but notice how professional, chill and pretty Dr Quinn looks. It’s the end of the day, she has no visible makeup and must be tired, but she still looks radiant and so relaxed.  She is smiling, and instead of holding her usual chart, she has a brown paper bag in her hand as she walks towards him to stand on his left-hand side of the bed.

Placing the bag on Auston’s sliding table, she comments, “Well look at you in your new pad, Auston! Where are your parents?”  She asks, scoping the room.

Auston greets her with a big smile and small hand wave.  He grabs his board and pen and writes, “Dinner out with A & B.  Sleeping at Condo.  I encouraged it.”

“Oh, good!  I’m glad to hear it.  You’re a good son, Auston.”  Dr Quinn praises.

Auston smiles and writes “no biggie.”

“So do you have friends coming to visit you tonight?  A room-warming?”  She jokes.

“Am I allowed visitors now?” He asks.  

“But honestly, I’m kinda enjoying this bubble I’ve been in lately.  No desire to assoc with world when can’t breathe, talk or walk.  Don’t have energy to deal with stuff right now.”  He adds.

Dr Quinn takes a longer than normal look at Auston to see if he looks depressed.  It is hard to tell.  

“Ohhh, yes, sorry, Auston.  I forgot to mention earlier today that you can have visitors now that you are out of ICU.  Also, you can use your cell phone now whenever you would like since concussion symptoms are gone.  So you don’t want to get in touch with friends?”

Auston writes, “No, I don’t want to face my old life till I’m my old self.”

Dr Quinn is concerned.  “I see, Auston, that’s to be expected.  You have a lot to get your head around; your accident, your limitations right now, your team, your fans, questions about your future, therapy, focusing on rest and healing and I’m sure just thinking of the volume of messages you have received since this all went down must be daunting.  No doubt, you’re overwhelmed. Are you feeling overwhelmed, Auston?”

“Well, now I am!  Thanks, Doctor Debbie Downer!”, he writes, joking back with a big smirk.

“Ha!  Yeah, that was a downer.  Wasn’t it?   I’m so sorry, Auston.  Be sure to stop me if I decide to pursue Suicide Prevention Counselling, will ya?”

“Ha!  Yup!”  Auston writes, still enjoying the humour of it.

Auston thinks to himself but doesn’t share, And compounding things even further is trying to deal with my feelings for you.

“I’m really sorry, Auston. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, thinking about my patients’ challenges. I wish I could just take them all away.  I can help with the medical end of it but not the other stuff.  It gets a bit sad and overwhelming just thinking about what you all are going through and all the hurdles you need to jump, not just health-wise but everyday living stuff.  Life can be hard enough without adding health complications.  Saying the challenges out loud gets them out of my head, but that’s not fair to you, so I’m very sorry.”

Can you please forgive me, Auston?” she asks, looking him in the eye with sincerity.

“Of course!”  Auston writes  “No worries.  I was just having some fun with you.  I never really saw it from your perspective.  You opened my eyes to how extra tough your job must be, I mean, emotionally speaking.”

“Oh, Auston, please don’t misunderstand me.  What I go through is nothing compared to what you or any of my patients go through.  I just wanted to explain why I said what I said.”

“I understand.”  Auston writes and then adds a very silly smiley face emoji drawing to lighten the mood.  He turns the board to face Dr Quinn.

When she sees the crazy smiley face drawing, she bursts out laughing. “Ha!  Auston that’s hilarious!  Can u do others?!”  She quickly covers her mouth, looking around to see if she disturbed anyone by being so loud.

Auston loves her reaction. He erases his board, and with a smirk, he looks up at Dr Quinn.  Then with a straight-face, he proceeds to draw and show Dr Quinn, one hilarious smiley face emoji drawing after another hilarious smiley face drawing until Dr Quinn can hardly breathe; trying so hard to stifle her laughter and not to disturb anyone.

When she sees his last drawing which is a smiley face doctor emoji, that he labels ‘Dr Q’ and which has a headband light and a stethoscope that is listening to the head of another smiley face emoji that he labels ‘Auston’, she waves her hand in surrender, trying to catch her breath.

“Auston!  Oh my goodness, Auston!  That is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!”  She tells him; still trying to quietly, compose herself.

“How?  When?  How did you get so good at…?  Are you an artist or something?”  She manages to spit out, absolutely floored by his drawing talent and sense of humour.

Auston writes, “Long, long, boring, boring, road trips…Have I mentioned they were long and boring?”

“Ha!  So amazing!  You’ve got some serious skills, Mr Matthews!  If this isn’t your main talent, I can’t even begin to imagine what you can do on skates.  Thank you for that Auston!  I seriously have not laughed that hard in a long time.  Wow!  That was something special.”  She says as she giggles, fixing her hair and dabbing tears from her eyes with a tissue.

Auston can’t help but beam with joy at having made Dr Quinn so deliriously happy.  If he were honest, he’d have to say that was the most heartwarming moment of his life.

Auston writes, “It’s the least I can do.  Glad you enjoyed them.  Glad all that wasted time wasn’t wasted after all.  Your response was worth every boring, doodling minute.”

Dr Quinn takes a breath and starts, “Auhhhh…Okay, so back to what we were discussing.  I suppose what I was trying to say before you pulled your Picasso out on me, was that I was … Oh, my goodness!  That came out very wrong.”

Auston stares at Dr Quinn with a very funny, surprised and curious face that suggests she’s just shocked the hell out of him by saying something very inappropriately funny.  He knows she just slipped up but thinks it’s hilarious. He wants to tease her for it and listen to her try to explain her way out of it.

“Oh Auston, you know what I was getting at right?  Picasso, as in your crazy drawings were like the artist; Picasso-ish, you know?”  She pleads with him.

When he doesn’t stop making his shocked face, she continues, “You know what I was trying to say, right?”

He shakes his head no, smiles and laughs inside.

“I didn’t mean to make it rude. I’m so embarrassed Auston.  Stop smiling at me like that!  Stop making faces!  Auston!  You’re enjoying watching me squirm, aren’t you?  Oh, you drive me crazy!”

You have no idea how crazy you drive me, sweetheart, is what Auston wants to tell her.

Auston could not believe how much fun he was having just lying in a hospital bed.  He’s unable to speak, barely able to breathe, unable to eat, unable to go to the washroom on his own, unable to do much of anything, not sure of his future, but feels like if he could have this woman in his life, every day, he would want for absolutely nothing.  He would have everything.

“Anyways, Auston, you silly weirdo, I was listing all of your possible concerns because I get why you would want to stay in your bubble.  I’m so sorry you’re in this situation.  But, what I can do, since I probably drove you to jump off a ledge with my flair for motivational speaking, is offer you counselling.”  She tells him but is interrupted by another weird face he is making at her; this one is supposed to be a crazy person.

“Stop it!  Auston!”  She scolds him as he smirks.

“If you want to talk to a counsellor, we have some great ones that I can arrange for you to see here in the hospital.  They can come to you.  I highly recommend therapy, especially in cases like yours, it can be very helpful. Like I was telling you, there is a lot for you to process.  It’s good to have someone guide you.”  She informs him.

Auston pretends to have fallen asleep because of her serious talk.

“Oh Come on!  Auston!”  She pleads.  “I’m being serious.  This is serious.”  She gently scolds him.

Auston writes, “Thanks but no, I’m not ready for that yet.  Besides, I don’t trust anybody knowing my shit; except maybe you.”  Auston knows it might be revealing a bit too much to admit that last part, but he also figures she should expect her patients to trust her, so hopefully, no bells go off for her.

“Oh, thank you for trusting me with ‘your shit’, Auston!”  Dr Quinn says sarcastically and feigning upset.

She continues with a giggle, “I wish I were qualified to be entrusted with ‘your shit’ Auston, but counselling is not my area of expertise as you witnessed earlier.  There are far better people than me for that job.”

“I disagree”, He writes matter-of-factly.  “Not needing a Psych right now, just a friend who cares”, He adds.

Dr Quinn feels their chat is getting awkward.  If she’s honest, she cares and wants to be Auston’s friend, but because she is his doctor, she won’t mix those two worlds; doing so would only bring problems.   So not wanting to hurt Auston or make things more awkward between them, she chooses to change the subject by delegating a job to him instead of pointing out the necessary line that she won’t cross.

“Well, one thing I can do is suggest that you ask your parents or sisters to look after sorting out your cell phone messages and Social Media.  If they can help you by responding with just a message that they are overseeing your phone and social media accounts, for the time being, that might take some of the pressure off you.  If they take that load, then you may feel less overwhelmed and maybe feel more like reaching out to a good friend who can lend a supportive ear. Or, since your family already have enough on their plate, I’m sure you could give that job to your agent’s people. Just a suggestion, cause like I said, and you witnessed, I am not qualified”, Dr Quinn adds with a laugh.

Auston realizes Dr Quinn has to draw a line to keep her role as his doctor separate from anything personal, but he really wishes she could be the one.  If he could confide in her, then they could develop a closer relationship while he has the chance during his stay in the hospital.  He accepts that he is just going to have to sneak in chats with her until he doesn’t need her as his doctor anymore.

Auston responds, “OK.  Good idea.  Thanks.”

Dr Quinn just remembers that she has something for Auston.  “Oh yes, on a happier note, you mentioned the other day that you are from Arizona and I just so happened to be in the gift shop this evening, and this beauty caught my eye. I figured since you moved into your new digs here, you might like this to brighten your days and remind you of home. Also, you can choose to see it as an award of sorts for your most recent accomplishment of getting yourself breathing without the ventilator.  I understand you’re pretty accustomed to getting trophies for your accomplishments so…” She says, teasing him.

Auston smirks and rolls his eyes for that last comment as Dr Quinn hands Auston the paper bag for him to open.

He’s curious and surprised. She’s excited to see his reaction. As he is about to put his hand inside the bag without looking, Dr Quinn gasps, “Oh no!  Wait!  Let me help you!”  She tries to grab the bag from him and touches his hand.  She is shocked by the electric-like current that passes between her and Auston as they touch momentarily.

Pulling the bag from his hands, she tries to ignore the spark.

“I’m so sorry Auston; I wasn’t thinking; there’s a cactus in the bag and if you put your hand in you’re going to get pricked.”

She rips the bag to expose the sharp green plant.  “Here it is. It’s just a little something”, she says as she places it on his bed next to him, careful to avoid touching him again.

As Auston looks at the small plant with a tiny blue ribbon attached to one of its spikes, he tries to process the rush of thoughts and emotions.  

He loves how she just made his stomach flip with her touch, and that he finally mastered keeping his heart rate under control with meditative-type breathing.  

He rushes to sort through his thoughts:  First, she thinks of me when she is away from me. Then, she wants to make me happy by getting me a gift.  Then, she remembers personal things about me like where my home is and that I get awards. Then, there is electricity in our touch, which I can’t believe she didn’t feel.  Then, she is concerned about hurting me.  Even if she can’t admit to being my friend right now, she just showed me that we are friends; and that’s enough right now.  He thinks.

Auston is tempted to call Dr Quinn out; that her actions mean more than she is willing to admit, by asking her if she gives all her patients a gift when they move rooms or accomplish something in recovery, but thinks better of it.  He knows that keeping the status-quo to just doctor and patient will allow her to remain his doctor and grant him time to develop a relationship with her; that works for him.

Auston writes, “Thanks very much, Dr Q.”

“You’re very welcome, Auston. I hope you like it.”  Dr Quinn responds.

“I do, very much”, he writes as he blushes and motions for her to put it on the window ledge across the room from him.  He wants to be able to see it all the time.

“Well, it’s not much, but I am just excited for you and this big step forward and wanted to cheer up your new room.  You’ve gone through a lot, and you still have a ways to go.”  She tells him.

“You’re a very special person, Dr Q.”  He writes on his board with a smile.  He figures that’s safe.  She’s his doctor, and she’s nice so there, he thinks.  Sue me!  He reasons with himself.  He would give anything to say more, but he knows there’s too much at risk.

Dr Quinn quickly changes the subject.  “I hope you will have some friends over soon.  That would be good for you, Auston.  Also, if you won’t see a counsellor, then please start talking to someone who can help you sort things out.  Give it some serious thought on who you have in your network that will be good to talk to about what you’re going through.  I’ll check back with you to make sure you do that, okay?”  She pauses and then adds “Consider that your homework.”

“Oh, so you’re my doctor AND now my teacher?!”  Auston writes cheekily.

“Well, I am actually qualified to teach, so I suppose I could be your teacher.  So yes, I am your teacher, and that is your homework, Auston Matthews. I expect you to do it or I’ll take back your trophy”,  Dr Quinn teases.

“Ahhh, Professor Q! You wouldn’t!” Auston writes in jest.

“Oh, yes, I would!”  She teases back.

“Well, I sure wouldn’t want you to take your gift away, so I’ll be sure to do your damn assignment”, Auston adds.

“Good to hear, Auston. Cause I will.  You know I will, don’t you?”  She teases again.

Auston can’t help but blush at her dominance.  “Yes, I know you will, Dr Q.”  Auston writes, acting dejected to make her laugh.

“Okay, well I better leave you to get some sleep”, Dr Quinn announces.

Auston quickly writes, “What are you doing tonight?  Hot date?”  He teases playfully trying not to make her suspicious, but honestly wants to know.

“Ha!  No!  But you got me thinking the other day when we talked about me needing to crawl out from under my rock.  Probably shouldn’t be sharing this with my patient but it’s because of you that I even contemplated this.  There is a guy who has been asking me to go out with him for a long while, but I didn’t think I had the time to date with my busy schedule.  However, you got me thinking that I really live a sad life of work, work, work.  I should make an effort to have a life beyond work.  Career-wise, things have been a little less intense lately, so I’m going to go on a date.”

Holy Shit, No!  What the hell did I do?!  Auston yells to himself.

He immediately tries to calm himself down to avoid setting off the heart rate monitor again.  

What do I tell her?  I want to tell her not to date him but can’t.  What do I do?  Oh, my God!  He panics to himself.

He is scared that the monitor is going to go off and reveal his feelings.  He needs her to get out of the room before it does.  He’s trying to contain his thoughts and the emotions they are bringing on with his meditative breathing.

Hoping to do damage control, he calmly takes his marker and writes, “No, I understand why you have little social life.  I am somewhat the same during hockey season.  I’d be exactly the same if I weren’t on a team.  So I get it.  No shame in it.  You are on a different level.”  

“I have a team of sorts through my work, but I don’t think it’s the same kind of comradery you have on your team. You all travel together.  We all work a variety of shifts.  It gets kind of lonely to be honest”, Dr Quinn reveals.

Auston doesn’t want to hear that she is lonely or unhappy, but he needs for her to wait for him to get better. He sees no way of getting her to wait without confessing his feelings, but if he does, he for sure will lose her as his doctor.

“I see.  Well, I wouldn’t want you to be lonely.  But I also wouldn’t want you to get hurt either. Are you sure he’s a good guy?” Auston asks hoping she will reconsider out of fear that the guy might hurt her.

“He seems to be”, Dr Quinn answers.

“Who is it?  A doctor?”  He questions her, but it really doesn’t matter who it is because he is jealous of anyone who takes her attention away from him.  But he wants to know who it is so he can find out more about him.

“Yeah.  His name is Doctor Scott Peters.  He’s a plastic surgeon.  Works in his own practice and I send patients to him.  I met him at a seminar and see him off and on when he comes to the hospital to do surgeries”, She explains.

“Good looking?”  He wants to know what she classifies as attractive.

“I think so anyway”, She responds blushing; uncomfortable that he would ask this.

“Well, be careful.  You deserve the best, so don’t settle.  I also wouldn’t want to see you get hurt. You’re pretty important to me”, Auston writes.  He figures that letting her know that she is important to him is safe since she is, after all, his doctor.  But he also hopes she might take from his comments, the subtle message, that he is in the wings so she should just wait for him.  He feels he really has nothing else he can say or do at this point without risking losing her as his doctor.

“Thanks for your concern, Auston. I will be careful.  You have a great night’s sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”  She tells him.

“Yeah.  Thanks for stopping by and for the cactus.  I really love u. Ha!  I mean, IT.”  He can’t help himself.  He feels desperate and jealous.  He makes a subconscious mistake writing “u” but refuses to erase it.  Instead, he thinks that if he adds the other parts, he can play innocent but leaves her free to take it any way she wants.  

Auston hopes she gets the message because there’s nothing else he can do right now.

Dr Quinn leaves Auston’s room confused by their exchanges but refuses to focus on it as doing so might add issues to working with him.

Auston begins to wallow in his frustration.  He is sickened by the thought of Dr Quinn going out with another guy.  He is frustrated at the timing.  He immediately turns to his nightstand to get his cell phone. He needs to see what this guy is all about.

Just as Auston sees a photo of Dr Peters and begins reading about him, his heart rate monitor goes off.  He is relieved that Dr Quinn is out of his room, but then he sees her walk back in.

Oh, Fuck Me!  He says to himself.

“What happened Auston?  I just left you.”  She looks at Auston perplexed as she heads over to check the machine.

Auston seems upset and is holding his cell phone.  Dr Quinn surmises that Auston has been trying to do the “homework” assignment she gave him and it has distressed him.

Before Auston can try and make up a response, Dr Quinn answers for him, “Oh, your cell phone?”

Auston just nods figuring she bailed him out again by jumping to conclusions.  She really has no clue how I feel about her, which is both good and bad, he thinks.

“Auston, I suggest you don’t look at your cell phone this evening unless to contact your family.  Once your family has a chance to deal with your messages, you will feel better about using it.  They are the last thing you need to look at right now.  Okay?”

Auston nods in agreement.

“Or is it something else that is bugging you?”  She asks.

Auston shakes his head no and writes, “I’m tired too.”

“Okay then, let me tuck you in, and you get some sleep right now.  Hand me that cell phone please.”

He quickly closes his phone as she takes it and puts it in the drawer of the side table.  He enjoys the attention of her caring for him, adjusting the cords attached to him, getting him comfortable and tucking the covers around him.  She finishes with a touch of her hand on his arm as she says, “Sleep tight, Auston.” With that touch, the current of electricity that no one acknowledges returns.  Auston wants to grab her arm and pull her to him.

Instead, he closes his eyes and sighs to himself as he relishes the chills she gives him.  He is gone, gone, gone for her.  He doesn’t want to watch her walk away, and out of his room, so instead he just keeps his eyes closed and imagines she has sat down in the room with him as he falls asleep.  By doing this, he is able to keep thoughts of Dr Peters out of his mind and drift off into slumber.

[hellofireheart]

William Nylander

Sick Days

REQUEST -Can you do a imagine with William Nylander where the reader is feeling upset in bed and he tries to cheer you up and takes go on a walk downtown and get ice cream.

Author’s note- hi sorry these are taking so long, i’m not in the best place rn but hopefully things will be getting better. i didn’t know what you exactly meant by “upset in bed” so i just improvised...hope you enjoy:)

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For as long as i can remember, i’ve dealt with depression. It destroyed me throughout my childhood and teenage years, and it’s still here to haunt me. I have gotten help, i’ve seen therapists and tried some meds, but in the end sometimes nothing helps and you just have to ride it through. I’ve been with Willy for about 4 years, i met him during his rookie season with the leafs. Throughout those 4 amazing years, Will has seen sides of me that i would never show to anyone else. He’s been there for me through some of my toughest episodes and we’ve gotten through it together. Right now was one of those times, he had just gotten back from a week long road trip and i couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. I was used to him being gone, i’ve been dealing with that for 4 years, but sometimes it’s the worst timing.

I heard the door knob turn quietly and saw Will peek his head through the door to see if i was up yet. I was asleep when he got home and he didn’t want to wake me, so he was very anxious to see me.

“Hey, you’re up” He whispered, walking over my side of the bed.

“Yea, how was your trip? I watched all the games” I replied with a slight smile, reaching my left hand up from under my blankets to touch his soft hair.

“It was good, i missed you lots. How are you?”

“Honestly, not good.”

“I’m sorry...I want to help. Lets get you out of bed and into the shower. Then we can go for a movie and ice cream.”

I smiled at him, he was the love of my life and it still amazes me how he still puts up with me and my issues after 4 years. Although he knew there wasn’t much he could to do fully fix what i was going through, it was the little things he did. Every time i fell into one of these moods, he would get me out of the house or make sure to spend extra time with me.

Once i had gotten out of bed and into the shower, Willy went into the kitchen and made some pancakes. After we finished eating the surprisingly yummy pancakes, we set out for a movie. It took us 30 minutes to get to the nearby Halls Cinema and the whole way there we were deciding between Ant Man and The Wasp and The First Purge.

“I say we see Ant Man and The Wasp, the purge is gross and probably won’t lift your spirits” Will argued

“I disagree, you know my loooove for horror movies, The Purge would be amazing!” I begged, i was dying to see that movie.

“Alright, anything for you.”

The movie went by smoothly, i found it to be incredible, and i would bet money that Will got so scared at points that he had to close his eyes. Once out of the theater, we took a short walk downtown from the movies and found a cute little ice cream shop that wasn’t very busy. As we entered through the large door, we were immediately met with the strong smell of homemade vanilla and the cool air of the room. I decided on Mint N Chip while Will got Rocky Road.

I looked over at his cone in disgust as we walked out of the shop and back toward the area by the car. “I can't believe you can eat that crap. It’s so gross.”

“What do you mean!? Rocky Road is amazing!” He shot back.

I leaned into his shoulder, lightly bumping him as we laughed at how passionate we were about this subject.

After a few moments of walking in silence, enjoying the summer breeze, Will spoke up,“Ya know, i get worried about leaving you. I don’t want you to feel alone, especially going through one of your tough times.”

“It means so much to me that you even think about that. You try your hardest for me and it does help. It’s a gradual thing and even if you are gone a lot, you still help me.”

We finished our cones before we got back to the car, and when we got back to our shared apartment, the rest of the day was spent cuddling on the couch watching reruns of Gilmore Girls. It might be tough sometimes, but having such an amazing support system helps more than words can express. I can get through it, it just takes a bit of encouragement. Will was my encouragement.

[mapleleafstrash]

Can you do a blurb with Freddie Andersen and miscarrying? Weird request but you’re good at writing angst

This was like so sad to write, and this hits pretty close to home, so enjoy, or at least be moved(?) Like idk, it was depressing to try and write.

It had been on Freddie’s last road trip of the regularseason when it happened.

You’d been having cramps and irregular contraction’s ever sincethe mid point of your second trimester, which was apparently just normal forsome people. After too many times of running to the hospital over false alarms,and freaking your boyfriend out, it now took quite a bit for you to becomeoverly concerned with your growing-baby.

But this time, you were sure something had happened.

You’d awoken from your mid-day nap to cripplingcontractions, and once you’d gone to the washroom, the normal spotting you’doccasionally gotten was like a full-blown period. You couldn’t help the tearsof both pain and fear that emerged as you imagined every possibility, includingthe worst-case scenario. You debated calling Freddie, but you didn’t want toscare him if this was nothing, especially since he was playing a game the samenight on the other side of the country.

Trying to pull yourself together, you made your way back to thefamiliar emergency ward at the nearby Toronto hospital. After speaking to thewoman at reception through blurry tears, she immediately got on the phone, andsoon after you were taken away. You were beyond scared, as the doctors aroundyou had never seemed so concerned before. With every question they asked you,it was becoming clear that something was very wrong with your baby.

After several tests and examinations, your worst fear wasrealized when you were given an ultrasound, and the once loud and strongheartbeat you swore you had heard only a few weeks ago, was now silent. You satwaiting, pleading for you babies’ heartbeat to sound off, but it never came.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, nothing. You felt as ifsomeone had ripped your heart from your chest.

Fetal demise was what the doctor had called it.

Your baby had passed away before you could even carry it toterm.

“What was it?” you asked quietly, knowing that Freddie would’vewanted to know as the doctor began cleaning up the room. You were scheduled tofind out the gender next week once he returned home.

He sighed, and looked down in sorrow, “it was a girl,”

You firmed your lips and nodded.

You then wondered what she would’ve looked like. Would shehave had Freddie’s fiery red hair? Your light-coloured eyes? How tall would shehave gotten? Would she have played hockey? Would your daughter have been adaddy’s girl? What would you have named her? You’d never know now.

“Is there anyone I can call for you?” the doctor asked,drawing you from your thoughts, but you shook your head.

“What about the babies’ father?” one of the nurses who’d becomefamiliar with you had then asked.

You bit your lip and shook your head again, your body shakingin distress as her question rang through your head, “there’s no baby anymore,remember?”

She looked towards you sadly.

The first thing you did when you got home was sit in thenewly-painted spare bedroom. Freddie had just finished painting theyellow-coloured room only three days before. He had promised that you’d both goshopping for baby furniture when he got back from his trip. You had been soexcited to see your babies’ future nursery be finished, but now the sight of whatwould’ve been your daughter’s future room made your heart turn to stone.

Calling the teams’ management, you asked them to haveFreddie call you right away when the game was finished. When they asked if youwere alright, you just told them it was a family emergency, but that it couldwait until the game was over. There was no point in ruining his game now. It wasn’tlike it would make a difference. The team still had three more games after thisone on the road, but you knew Freddie wouldn’t want you to suffer for another weekalone.

Watching the remainder of the third period on yourtelevision was like watching paint dry. You still didn’t know what you weregoing to say to Freddie when he called you. You weren’t even sure if you weregoing to be able to find your voice.

It was like clock work. About ten minutes after the game hadended, without skipping a beat, Freddie’s name flashed across your phone.Hesitating, you let your phone ring a few extra times before you answered.

“Y/N?” Freddie’s voice questioned when you refused to speakfirst.

“Freddie,” you murmured, as your body once again started to shake indiscontent.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked again, his voice showingconcern.

“I lost her Freddie,” you spoke softly.

“What?” he questioned, his voice cracking, as he realizedwhat you had just said.

“I lost the baby,”

[temibreadmanpanarin]

Mitch Marner-Meme

So this one is going to be a little short, sorry in advance

Warnings:None

Requested:No

Up Next: Artemi Panarin

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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After a disappointing loss to Sweden in Worlds, I wait outside the arena for Mitch. After about thirty minutes I see him walk out with the medal around his neck and with a frown on his face.

“I’m so proud of you Mitchy! You played so well!” I exclaim happily while throwing my arms around his neck.

“No I didn’t if I scored on the shootout then we may have had a chance to win.” He grumbles and nuzzles his head in my neck.

“You can’t be forgetting that you weren’t the only one that missed.” He nods but moves away from me.

“Lets just go back to the hotel, we have an early flight to catch tomorrow.”

THE NEXT MORNING

“Come on babe, we’re gonna miss the flight.” I whine while pulling Mitch around the airport. He laughs and walks with me.

“Alight we made it to the gate with just enough time. Do you want window or aisle?”

“Well Mitchy, you’re the one that just won a medal so that means you get to choose.”

“Mhm, sure. Uh I guess the aisle.”

“Yes! I wanted the window if I’m being honest.” He smiles at me and we sit in our seats.

All throughout the flight we talk and listen to music. We don’t even realize that we’re about to land and just like that we are back in lovely Canada.

“There’s some people taking pictures just so you know.” Mitch whispers to me.

“Okay, they don’t really faze me anymore.” Right after I say that I hear a few pictures being taken, I look over at Mitch and I see him looking at the people with his lips together. I giggle at how his face looks and walk ahead. 

A few days later I’m sitting in mine and Mitches bedroom reading when he comes running in with Auston.

“Y/N! You haev got to see this picture!”Auston yells out and hands me his phone. When I look at it I stat laughing. Its a picture of Mitch with his lips together, the same face that I saw him make.

“You look like a little kid.” Mitch nods enthusiastically and smiles.

“I’m a meme. Look at what people are doing with this picture.”

“These are hilarious. Wait a second, Auston. Is this on your Twitter?” I ask him once I see his twitter.

“Yep, I just had to get in on this.”

“Well I’m quite proud to see that my boyfriend is a meme.”