Nathan Mackinnon everybody loves the goalies (my fav work so far)
Cale Makar the only one i dream of
Gabriel Landeskog hide your husbands
Montreal Canadiens
Zachary Bolduc claiming you
Alex Newhook stargirl
other teams
Leon Draisaitl always the bridesmaid never the bride
Mikko Rantanen 2026 is the new 2016
Stu Skinner love ya our fav goalie
is something in the making: yes no maybe so
honorary mention:
F1
Carlos Sainz Jr
ex's or not
info: currently writing for nhl only, probably non-american players. everything is a work of fiction, pls don't repost on other platforms, keep in mind it is just for shit and giggles. every pic is from pinterest.
requests: open but not guaranteed it will be posted
summary: yn yln is a reporter/journalist, single mother of a beautiful little daughter, and a mother to every baby penguin there is. menace to the uncs. president of famous yln's goalie club. we all know how the goalie situation looks like in pittsburgh. will the club welcome stuart skinner? we shall see
a/n: on the shorter side cuz no lie im not feeling it. burnout is hitting hard, might take a little break. news of stu to winnipeg hit in the middle of making this. it may be underwhelming but i needed to get something done. one day maybe i'll edit/rewrite/delete this. as for now - enjoy.
yn_pitt
yn_pitt yeah we cried, love ya our fav goalie
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yn_pitt to one of my first penguin friends, to the one that made me feel welcome in the big scary adult world - it's been an honor to watch you play but it is a greater one to call you our friend, cheers to an amazing career and amazing soul <3
kletang_58 Watch out he'll prank you
yn_pitt we had a truce
unclover yn i've just stopped crying can we not
e.malkin71geno Little one was so little
bigFour naurrrrr sb give me tissues
yn_pitt
yn_pitt uncle tanger's week
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crosbymysaviour the last pic ✋
kletang_58 She knows ball
yn_pitt no pls stop old man
rutgermcgroarty mr letang that's not...
e.malkin71geno Why not my
yn_pitt give me patience
yn_pitt yours lost, she didn't feel like 71
kletang_58 Suck it up geno it's L e t a n g
rickardrakell he doesn't know ?
kletang_58 Don't tell me that little demon yet again chose Flower's jersey first
yn_pitt what can i say - she appreciates the goalies
yn_pitt rick you're getting flamed in my next article 🤗
rutgermcgroarty ben ben ben
rutgermcgroarty i think you scared him off...
yn_pitt
yn_pitt some new faces and some...old
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erikkarlsson65 the point still stands
yn_pitt oh i know
skinnergoalkiller STUUUUUUU
benkindel_11 unc
yn_pitt run
erikkarlsson65 kindy kindy...
crosbymyc the amount of swag cannot be matched
rutgermcgroarty real
unclover stuuuuuart
pensqueens is stu welcomed into little yln's goalie club?
skinner_74 slowly getting there
arturssilovs1 couldn't be me
yn_pitt "arty don't fight with mouse" - wise words of the little one
bigFour i live for her laughing at the boys
bigFour whose pic will be next
yn_pitt
yn_pitt days off
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rutgermcgroarty come back !!!!!
benkindel_11 please do
erikkarlsson65 don't listen them, we're having fun
rickardrakell so much fun!
jbraz17 liars
kletang_58 Child labour
yn_pitt and who makes kindy grab all the pucks?
kletang_58 Never said I'm not guilty
4liferss two queens
skinner_74 little yln rocks
yn_pitt she's flattered
yn_pitt
yn_pitt the goalies of pittsburgh
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rickardrakell i've never realised the eye thing
yn_pitt they're haunted by the goalie spirit
arturssilovs1 why did you do this
yn_pitt you look like the cast of inside out
yn_pitt disbelief, poorly contained disgust and murder
erikkarlsson65 please stop watching movies for kids
yn_pitt says you
skinner_74 let me guess, little gave you this idea
yn_pitt whatt makes you say that mouse
skinner_74 nothing. i just thought that goalies biggest fan deserves some presents but i guess not
yn_pitt thats sabotage
bigFour somebody ban yn's twitter account quick
crosbymyc she was put on earth to humble nhlers (rightfully so)
rutgermcgroarty am i dreaming
benkindel_11 yn what is this
erikkarlsson65 she's getting older cut her some slack
benkindel_11 yn i like it very very much
yn_pitt
yn_pitt little penguin is so big already, when did i get old
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kletang_58 I'm blocking you. It's abuse
e.malkin71geno Little one so big
connorcliff28 pls email me your secret folder
yn_pitt you have to guess what its name is first
noelacciari theUncs
noelacciari i expect to get it by 5
yn_pitt cookie cookie be grateful i love you
crosbymyc secret folder? yn...i have a business offer for you
yn_pitt im listening...
rickardrakell absolutely not. goodbye. offer denied
pensqueens omg baby penguin is so big already
rustyyy_92 i feel so old
yn_pitt girl me too
erikkarlsson65 so does it mean you're an unc
unclover DAMN SHES FINEEEE
unclover pardon me, it was the wind
rutgermcgroarty sneaked 2nd silde and though no one will notice #sneaky
benkindel_11 little yln my favourite d
skinner_74 you're not old and little will always be little
yn_pitt bro i am
skinner_74 bro you're crazy
yn_pitt
yn_pitt from the archives for my starved pens fans
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benkindel_11 how many folders you have
yn_pitt wouldn't you like to know weather boy
crosbymyc we all say in unison Thank you yn, give us more pls
rustyyy_92 beauty
noelacciari im scared of erik
erikkarlsson65 good
e.malkin71geno Looking very good
kletang_58 Admit I'm your favourite model
yn_pitt
yn_pitt winner winner chicken dinner or smth
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kletang_58 Where am I in this post?
yn_pitt in the likes as you should
unclover oof tanger she did ate you up
connorcliff28 what a damsel in distress in the 2nd
rickardrakell is that the cake that rut fell down with
rutgermcgroarty you promised.
arturssilovs1 it was very much not. i would never
erikkarlsson65 i have it on film
rutgermcgroarty why is she doing this thing again
benkindel_11 maybe because it did work the last time
yn_pitt im calling sid. its abuse
yn_pitt AND cancelling the next dinner
rutgermcgroarty no please don't i can't please not this
benkindel_11 i thought you love us
bigFour what.is.happening.in.the.comments.
skinner_74 nice photographer you have there
yn_pitt for a mouse he's not that bad
skinner_74 would say he's kinda great
yn_pitt agree to disagree
yn_pitt
yn_pitt the adults are back!!!
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kletang_58 Finally, it was getting scary
arturssilovs1 i would help you
rustyyy_92 yep
rickardrakell i would help
yn_pitt lol nope
skinner_74 im not on there?
yn_pitt you wouldnt even be in school, you're like the kid who comes in for 3 days and then randomly disappears
erikkarlsson65 no lie
erikkarlsson65 and thank goodness they're back. he was getting pissy
e.malkin71geno We back!!!!!
yn_pitt hell yeah!
benkindel_11 cmon im tryinGGGG
crosbtmyc i love how they don't even question it
4liferss theyre scared of her. as they should
yn_pitt
yn_pitt little princess had the time of her life! the scary nhlers too
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penguins We loved the cake! Presents are waiting for Little Yln
crosbymyc admin spill what was it which princess was on it
erikkarlsson65 princess erik. and his dwarfs
kletang_58 Call me a dwarf one more time and I swear
connorcliff28 idk what i'd expected but defo not our faces on a cake
rickardrakell thankfully this time the cake didn't end up on the floor
rutgermcgroarty it was ONE time
rickardrakell so now you admit it was true
rutgermcgroarty yn help
rustyyy_92 Tanger pulled the princess dress the best
yn_pitt your version of aurora was nice too
kletang_58 Thank you Rusty
pensqueens rusty and tanger in gowns, i need to see pictures asap
unclover imagine if geno would be in one
erikkarlsson65 he was mother gothel
erikkarlsson65 because he is an unc
unclover i-
e.malkin71geno I look best
kletang_58 Here he comes...
benkindel_11 sid ate both of you up
bigFour happy birthday little penguin!
unclover im so jealous rn
arturssilovs1 didn't know stuart is a dancer
skinner_74 i have a couple of tricks up my sleeve
yn_pitt
yn_pitt love is in the air (so is attempted murder)
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erikkarlsson65 i love my cap my cap loves me
rustyyy_92 it was not.
yn_pitt you were laughing like a maniac afterwards
rustyyy_92 maybe
rutgermcgroarty @/benkindel_11 do you love me
benkindel_11 kiki, do you love me? are you riding?
unclover where is sid when we need him
bigFour sid if you hear me somewhere there tell me about the pic
yn_pitt What is there to tell. - sc87
rickardrakell yn he stole your phone. again.
yn_pitt am i surprised
pensqueens is ben the ceo of little yln's goalie club
skinner_74 is he yn?
benkindel_11 yeah, am i?
yn_pitt oh no look the clock be moving
skinner_74 as it often does, now answer the question
yn_pitt bye
yn_pitt
yn_pitt just cheesing around... PLAYOFFS BABYYY
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penguins can admin be as cool as you
yn_pitt babes admin is alr so cool
penguins Playoffs!!!
kletang_58 I hate you
kletang_58 I LOVE YOU
4liferss why do i feel like she's secretly one of my oomfs...
yn_pitt ;)
skinner_74 why am i on fire
yn_pitt cuz you are on fire ?
skinner_74 thanks bro
erikkarlsson65 i owe you my life
crosbymyc if we get another stanley cup you'll share the folders, deal?
yn_pitt *when. deal
rustyyy_92 pleaseeeee im cheesing hard
yn_pitt didn't know we have a philosopher on the team
rustyyy_92 a true Socrates
rickardrakell absolutely not. bffr. im blocking you
yn_pitt and im just cheesing around
rickardrakell hope little one gives you hell ❤️
yn_pitt
yn_pitt not in pittsburgh for two weeks, if my favorites will get traded you'll be hearing about me in the news...
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unclover oh thats not
pensqueens quick tip - throw your phone away !
bigFour im genuinely worried about her
penguins have fun!!!!
crosbymyc girl
penguins admin is in denial
yn_pitt i am never ever speaking again. sid taught me better than this
yn_pitt
yn_pitt they've already heard everything what they had to hear. boys, little one will miss you dearly. so will i
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connorcliff28 will miss the yln's
yn_pitt you crying?
connorcliff28 heck yes im crying
noelacciari thanks for the memories (and the folders)
yn_pitt i do not interact with the mortal enemy (cookie come back)
erikkarlsson65 to everybody reading this: you, yes you, are signed to the almighty Pittsburgh Penguins, amidst the uncertainty of the team's future. beware of one of the team's reporters and her kid. good luck!
rutgermcgroarty yeah dad's taking the divorce quite well as you can see
rickardrakell that's why im staying as long as you're covering us. if i would see this shit aft-
connorcliff28 rub the wound into the salt won't you
noelacciari you mean salt into the wounds right?
connorcliff28 and that's why you're going to the f*****
yn_pitt
yn_pitt pittsburgh to winnipeg back and forth it is. not really how i wanted to announce who shares the 'fav goalie' tittle with flower but unfortunately hockey is a world on it's own. stuart little you'd better go and win hearts of winnipeg.
yeah we cried, love ya our fav goalie ❤️
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skinner_74 already have won over two of the most important hearts, that's all i need ❤️
yn_pitt bro stop it
skinner_74 can't help myself
kletang_58 I need you to stop having close relationships with our goalies
kletang_58 Too soon?
yn_pitt your jerseys are burning rn
connorcliff28 i had so many ideas to give him shit...
rustyyy_92 fuck i cant do this today
e.malkin71geno Me too
arturssilovs1 does it mean i get the pink cup on tea parties now...
skinner_74 im taking it with me.
arturssilovs1 she won't let you
yn_pitt ha ha ha funny story...flower has it
arturssilovs1 i give up.
MIC’ED UP WITH THE KARLSSONS | Penguins Kids Take Over Game Day
Summary: Follow the Karlssons during a home game in Pittsburgh as Beau and Viggo get mic’ed up for a Penguins YouTube video. From arriving at the rink with their mom and baby Anders, visiting Erik in the locker room, greeting Uncle Sid, Uncle Geno, and Uncle Rickard, to watching practice and cheering through the game, the boys completely steal the show with their funny commentary, sibling bickering, Swedish moments, and sweet love for their dad.
WC: 2.7k
Warnings: Pure family fluff, dad!Erik Karlsson, mom!reader, children being chaotic and adorable, mic’ed up kid content, locker room/game day settin, soft parental moments, no major angst.
The video went up on a Tuesday afternoon.
The title was simple enough.
MIC’ED UP WITH THE KARLSSONS | Penguins Kids Take Over Game Day
The thumbnail, however, was pure chaos.
Beau stood in the middle of the Penguins hallway wearing a tiny black jersey with KARLSSON 65 across the back, both arms raised like he had just scored the overtime winner. Viggo stood beside him, much smaller, wearing enormous noise-canceling headphones and holding a hockey stick that was almost taller than him. Behind them, slightly blurred but impossible to miss, Erik was laughing with his head tilted back while you stood beside him with Anders on your hip, smiling like you already knew the boys were about to embarrass their father on the internet.
The opening shot faded in with Beau sitting on the edge of a bench while a member of the Penguins media team clipped a small microphone onto the collar of his jersey “Can you say something so we know it works?” the woman behind the camera asked.
Beau leaned very close to the microphone and whispered, “Sidney Crosby.” From somewhere off camera, you laughed “That works,” the woman said.
Then the camera cut to Viggo, who was standing very still while another mic was attached to him. He looked deeply suspicious of the entire process, his little brows furrowed exactly like Erik’s when he was trying to understand a bad referee call “Viggo baby, can you say hi?” you asked gently.
Viggo looked at the camera “No.”, the screen froze on his serious face as dramatic music played for half a second.
A caption appeared VIGGO KARLSSON: MAN OF FEW WORDS
Then the video really began.
The boys arrived at the rink holding hands.
Beau walked with the confidence of someone who had been in NHL buildings since he was a baby and knew exactly where he was going. Viggo walked with his head tilted all the way back, staring at the lights, the walls, the banners, the people passing by. You followed behind them with Anders tucked against your chest in a baby carrier, one hand hovering near Viggo’s shoulder just in case he got distracted and wandered directly into a wall.
“Beau, where are we?” the camera operator asked “At Daddy’s work,” Beau said.
“And what does your dad do?”
“He plays hockey,” Beau answered, then added seriously, “and sometimes he gets penalties, but Mamma says we don’t talk about that at school.”
You immediately covered your mouth, the camera shook slightly from the person filming trying not to laugh, Viggo turned around, pointing at you. “Mamma says bad words at hockey.”
“Viggo,” you warned, though your voice was already full of laughter, Beau nodded. “Only when Daddy gets hit.”
“I do not say bad words,” you said, both boys turned to the camera at the exact same time, the video cut to a black screen with white text.
THE KARLSSON BOYS DISAGREE.
The next clip showed Beau pushing open the locker room door like he owned the place “Daddy!” he yelled, every player in the room turned, Erik, who had been sitting at his stall taping a stick, looked up instantly. His face changed the second he saw them. The focused, game-day version of him disappeared, replaced by something warmer, softer, entirely for his family.
“There are my boys,” Erik said, setting the tape down, Beau ran first, crashing into him. Erik caught him easily and pulled him onto his lap, kissing the side of his head before reaching one arm out for Viggo.
Viggo walked more slowly, suddenly shy now that the locker room was full of players and cameras, Erik lowered his voice. “Kom hit, Viggo. Come here, buddy.” Viggo tucked himself into Erik’s side, hiding his face against his father’s hoodie “You shy now?” Erik teased softly. “You were yelling in the car.”
“No,” Viggo mumbled
“You told me you were going to tell Uncle Geno he is loud.” Viggo lifted his head just enough to look across the room, Geno, already looking delighted, pointed to himself. “Me?” Viggo nodded once. “You loud.”
The entire locker room burst out laughing.
Geno placed a hand on his chest like he had been deeply wounded. “I am not loud. Your dad loud.” Beau immediately defended Erik. “No, Daddy is only loud when he talks Swedish on the phone.”
Erik closed his eyes briefly while several teammates laughed harder, the camera zoomed in on him as a caption appeared.
ERIK KARLSSON: EXPOSED BY HIS CHILDREN
You appeared in the doorway then, Anders now awake against your chest, his little face peeking out from the carrier. Erik’s eyes found you instantly. He smiled in that private way he always did, the kind that made the room feel smaller even when cameras were everywhere.
“Hi, baby,” he said “Hi,” you answered, stepping closer. “Your sons have already started causing problems.”
“Our sons,” Erik corrected automatically, Beau looked between you both. “Mamma says that when we’re good, we’re her babies, but when we’re crazy, we’re Daddy’s sons.”
“That sounds accurate,” Sidney Crosby said from the stall beside Erik’s, You laughed. “Thank you, Sid.”
Erik reached for Anders carefully, one hand supporting the back of his tiny head as he lifted him from the carrier. Anders immediately grabbed at Erik’s hoodie string, making a happy little noise “There’s my little Swede,” Erik murmured, pressing a kiss to Anders’s forehead. “Hej, älskling.”
Beau leaned toward the microphone. “That means hi, love.” the camera cut to a close-up of Beau looking very proud of himself “I speak Swedish because Daddy is Swedish and Mamma speaks Swedish too,” he explained. “But at school I speak English because Mamma says not everyone understands when I say I need snacks.”
Viggo, from Erik’s other side, whispered, “Jag vill ha snacks.” You sighed from off camera. “Of course you do.”
A few minutes later, the boys began making their rounds through the locker room, Sid crouched down to their level, holding out a fist for each of them. Beau bumped it immediately. Viggo stared at Sid’s hand for a second, then placed a single goldfish cracker into his palm.
Sid looked down at it “Thank you,” he said solemnly, Viggo nodded. “For later.”
Rickard Rakell appeared next, opening his arms dramatically. “Where are my favorite Karlssons?” Beau ran into him. Viggo followed, slightly delayed but just as enthusiastic “Uncle Rickard,” Beau said into his mic, “is Swedish like us.”
Rickard smiled. “Very true.”
“And he lets us have candy.” Rickard’s smile dropped, the camera swung to you “Does he?” you asked, Rickard pointed at Beau. “That is taken out of context.”
Beau looked directly into the camera. “It was gummy worms.” the video cut immediately to Erik looking across the room at Rickard with narrowed eyes.
A caption appeared.
UNCLE RICKARD HAS BEEN PLACED UNDER REVIEW
When Geno came over, Viggo hid behind Erik’s leg but peeked around it with a grin, Geno bent down. “You say I’m loud?” Viggo nodded “You are small.” Viggo looked at him, unimpressed. “I’m three.”
Geno nodded seriously. “Okay. That is bigger than two.” Beau leaned in helpfully. “Anders is zero.” Geno looked at the baby in Erik’s arms. “Lazy. No walking.”
Anders babbled loudly, kicking his feet, Erik laughed and kissed his cheek. “He’s working on it.”
The camera followed as Erik finished getting ready for practice. Beau sat beside him at his stall, watching with intense focus while Erik taped his stick “Daddy, why do you do it like that?” Beau asked.
“Because I’ve done it this way for a long time.”
“Since you were old?”
You choked on a laugh from behind the camera, Erik looked offended. “Since I was young.” Beau tilted his head. “Were dinosaurs there?”
The room exploded again, Erik pointed the roll of tape at him. “Careful, buddy.”
Beau grinned because he knew his father was not actually mad. He leaned against Erik’s side, and Erik kissed the top of his head without even thinking about it.
That was the thing the video kept catching.
The little touches.
Erik fixing Beau’s collar. Erik gently moving Viggo away from a pile of skates. Erik looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure you were okay with Anders. Erik brushing his hand across your back when he passed you in the hallway. Erik smiling into a kiss you pressed quickly to his cheek before practice.
The cameras were there for the boys, but they kept finding the love around them.
The next part of the video showed the family near the glass for practice. Beau and Viggo stood in front, both wearing headphones now, their little hands pressed against the boards. You stood behind them with Anders in your arms, bouncing him gently while he stared wide-eyed at the movement on the ice.
“There’s Daddy,” Beau said, pointing at Erik who skated past and tapped the glass with his stick, Viggo gasped like he had never seen anything more impressive in his life. “Pappa!”
Erik circled back during a drill, scooped up a puck with his stick, and flipped it gently over the glass to the staff member standing beside you. Beau received it like it was the Stanley Cup “Daddy gave me a puck,” he whispered into the mic.
A few seconds later, Erik sent another one for Viggo, the little boy held it with both hands, looked at it carefully, then tried to bite it “No, no, no,” you said quickly, laughing as you crouched down. “Not food.”
Viggo looked disappointed. “It looks like cookie.”
“It absolutely does not,” you said, Beau looked at his puck, then at Viggo’s. “Mine is special because Daddy touched it.”
“Mine too,” Viggo argued.
“Mine first.”
“Mine baby.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Viggo hugged the puck to his chest and turned away dramatically. “My puck.” the camera zoomed in on Beau’s face as he sighed like a tired older brother “I have two little brothers,” he explained to the audience. “So I have to be patient.”
The video cut to you laughing so hard you had to turn away, during warmups before the game, Beau became a commentator “Daddy is skating,” he said into his mic.
A beat passed “He is still skating.” Another beat. “He shoots. He missed.” Behind him, you made a small noise. “Beau.”
“What? He did.”
The puck hit the glass near them a few seconds later, and both boys jumped backward. Erik skated past, laughing, and tapped the glass again, Viggo pressed his mittened hand against the spot where Erik had tapped. “Daddy funny.”
Beau nodded. “Daddy has to score tonight because I’m mic’d up.”
“That’s how it works?” the camera operator asked “Yes,” Beau said confidently. “When your kids are mic’d up, you have to score.”
The game footage began with the boys seated beside you. Anders was asleep against your chest, tucked under a small blanket, completely unbothered by the noise around him. Beau sat on your left, focused on the ice, while Viggo sat on your right with a container of popcorn balanced on his lap.
The camera caught you leaning down to adjust Viggo’s headphones “Too loud?” you asked, Viggo shook his head. “No. Popcorn loud.” you looked at him. “The popcorn is loud?”
He nodded seriously. “Crunchy.” Beau, eyes still on the ice, suddenly shouted, “Go, Daddy!” Viggo followed half a second later, “Go, Pappa!”
Anders startled awake from the noise, blinked, then started smiling when you kissed his cheek.
On the ice, Erik glanced toward your section during a stoppage. He found you immediately, like he always did. You lifted Anders’s little hand and waved it for him. Erik smiled so openly that the broadcast camera caught it, and the Penguins YouTube edit replayed it in slow motion.
A caption appeared.
DAD MODE: ACTIVATED
Later in the first period, Erik assisted on a goal, Beau jumped out of his seat so fast you had to grab the back of his jersey “Daddy got a point!” he yelled.
Viggo threw one piece of popcorn into the air. “Point!” You tried to pull him back down gently, laughing. “We don’t throw popcorn, Viggo.”
He looked at the floor. “It fell.”
“You threw it.”
“It fell from my hand.” Beau leaned toward the camera. “He lies sometimes.” You gasped. “Beau Karlsson.”
“What? He does.” The video cut to Erik on the bench, looking up at the jumbotron where his boys had just been shown celebrating. He laughed, shook his head, and said something to Sid, who looked up too and smiled.
The second intermission segment showed the boys in the family area, where Beau tried to explain hockey strategy using chicken nuggets “This is Daddy,” he said, placing one nugget in the center of the plate. “This is Uncle Sid. This is Uncle Geno. This is the other team.”
He put a fry across from them, Viggo immediately ate the fry, Beau stared at him. “You ate the other team.”
Viggo chewed proudly. “We win.” from off camera, Rickard said, “Honestly, good strategy.” When Erik came out after the game, hair damp from the shower and suit jacket open, both boys ran at him again. He bent down with no hesitation, catching them both against his chest “You guys were loud tonight,” he said.
“You got a point,” Beau said proudly.
“I did.”
“You didn’t score.” Erik laughed. “No, I didn’t.” Beau patted his shoulder with great seriousness. “Next time.”
“Thank you, coach.” Viggo lifted his puck. “I kept it.”
“I see that,” Erik said. “Good job.”
“I didn’t eat it.” Erik paused, then looked at you over Viggo’s head, you sighed. “It was considered.”
He laughed and reached for you with one arm, pulling you gently into his side while still holding both boys. Anders, awake again in your arms, immediately reached for Erik’s tie “My whole crew,” Erik murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You okay?”
You nodded, smiling up at him. “Tired. But they had the best night.” Erik looked down at Beau and Viggo, his expression so soft it almost hurt. “Yeah?”
Beau nodded. “Can we be mic’d up every game?”
“No,” you and Erik said together, Viggo looked at the camera. “Mamma says bad words.” The screen froze, the words appeared again.
THE KARLSSON BOYS DISAGREE.
The final clip was quieter.
The hallway was emptier now, the game long over. Beau walked sleepily beside Erik, holding his hand. Viggo was in Erik’s arms, his cheek squished against his father’s shoulder, half-asleep but still gripping his puck. You walked beside them with Anders tucked against you, your free hand holding the back of Beau’s coat as you guided him toward the exit.
The camera caught Erik glancing at you “You did good today,” he said softly, you smiled. “Me?”
“Yeah, you.” His voice dropped lower, more private, even with the mic still catching it. “Always taking care of everyone.” You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You were the one playing.”
He leaned over and kissed you gently. Not for the cameras. Not for the video. Just because he loved you and he was tired and happy and surrounded by the little family you had made together.
Beau looked up, unimpressed. “Daddy, you’re kissing Mamma on YouTube.” Erik laughed against your mouth. “Sorry.”
“You love her,” Beau said “I do,” Erik answered easily, Viggo, without lifting his head from Erik’s shoulder, mumbled, “Mamma pretty.”
Erik’s face softened completely. “Yeah, she is.” You looked down, embarrassed, while Beau nodded like this was obvious information.
“And Daddy loves us,” Beau added, Erik squeezed his hand. “More than anything.”
The video ended with the family walking away down the tunnel, Beau’s little voice still audible through the mic “Next time Daddy has to score because I’m famous now.”
The screen cut to black, then one final caption appeared.
THANK YOU TO BEAU & VIGGO KARLSSON FOR TAKING OVER GAME DAY.
A second line popped up underneath.
AND THANK YOU TO MAMMA KARLSSON FOR KEEPING EVERYONE ALIVE.
summary: sometimes marriages end up in happy ever after and sometimes in divorce, but what about separation? yn yln and gabriel landeskog, proud parents and menaces, are one step away from...what exactly? we shall see
a/n: not proofread. swedish daddy is my all time crush (ej probably agrees). the heat is killing me and my laptop. word on the street is that one day i will stop using this trope. today is not the day. enjoy!!
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ynexplores 🥇🇸🇪❤️🦁
6th September 2013
present day
ynexplores
ynexplores new friends from the summer!
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mackinnon29 scary stuff
ynexplores says the guy who would headlock an alligator
joshmanson42 im scared of you
wedgewall please take me with you next time
photofriend someone liked you pretty much
ynexplores he was hungry
photofriend so you look tasty ;)
6erikjohnson6 Oh c'mon you make us look bad
ynexplores skill issue
ynexplores
ynexplores back in colorado with my favs
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calemakar_ but that's not me??
ynexplores don't get too far ahead of yourself boy
charlottewalker dinner asap
ynexplores yesyesyes
photofriend where credit for the 3rd
maxavs how can a person be so cool
natethedogg pick me choose me love me
veggie how can you get a job like that
ynexplores i'll dm you!
veggie we're practically besties at this point
ynexplores
ynexplores best dad back in the game!!! our kids' favourite superhero isn't superman or ironman. it is the guy who is about to play his first full season back after some needed break. the superhero that people had the audacity to give up on, the superhero who battled everyday to come back to do what he loves, the superhero who showed our kids what perseverance, persistence and determination can look like. gabe you are our superhero.
congrats on your homecoming. you deserve it so so much.
about damn time.
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6erikjohnson6 You made me cry
ynexplores this time that's on gabe
mackinnon29 the best ever. beast.
calemakar_ my captain
landeskog.92 without your support i wouldn't be here
ynexplores oh captain my captain humble as always
landeskog.92 take the credit for once
swedishking omg i am ugly crying
veggie the way they aren't tg anymore and you can still feel the love they have for eachother
natethedogg why the heck im crying over people i have never met
ynexplores
ynexplores new species and environment unblocked/have entered the villa.
distinguishing features: blades on their feet, zoomies after a mating ritual (which they call a game) and tendency to break their weapons (called sticks)
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ynexplores oh and! their precious cargo are goalies which honestly same
6erikjohnson6 Pretty weird creatures dare I say
ynexplores says a proud member of the elders
mackinnon29 and here i was thinking we'll get some nice pics and get over it
ynexplores woof woof
calemakar_ keep in mind that they don't play bout their pregame nap
ynexplores thank u for those wise words cale makar
wedgewall @/macblackwood29 look we're on the cover. the top dogs
macblackwood29 precious cargo or something
landeskog.92 why am i running away
6erikjohnson6 Hunting
ynexplores no, he sensed somebody trying to flirt with his mate
ynexplores *nate, obviously
landeskog.92 seriously why do i even try
avalancheoftears yn is the ceo of 'there were three of us in this marriage' and she knows it
veggie dont forget ej and mikko and and and
natethedogg when i come to the 292 shipping contest but yn is alr there
swedishking i need more of her at the games
ynexplores
ynexplores third-wheeling cap and granny also known as "happy birthday dad" (yes ej said that)
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avalancheoftears how do you feel with gabe having a whole lot of husbands?
ynexplores i often call them the wrong name
veggie where's nate?
ynexplores hes trying to get on my good side back so he was making sure everything was in place
mackinnon29 i did good...?
ynexplores yes nate you can buy them new sticks
mackinnon29 YES i mean - yep cool
tracymakar_ Ej is not here yet...
charlottewalker give him 5 more seconds
6erikjohnson6 For a professional photographer your pics are...mild
landeskog.92 bye ej it was nice knowing you
ynexplores you sick psycho. you are tasteless, mind you it was your phone i took the pic with, nursing home is ready for you, i know because i personally called them
ynexplores and no kids till you'll apologise
calemakar_ yn don't worry i will take care of ej
landeskog.92 no need, ej is currently writing a formal apology
wedgewall how do you know that
ynexplores he's watching him as we speak
minimackinnon i rlly want to understand their dynamics but i can't
ynexplores
ynexplores winter buddies
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landeskog.92 the kid asks if you'll bring home a new pet
ynexplores tell marty i'll think about it
martinnecas thx a lot
photofriend im so jealous
ynexplores there's more comming...
photofriend MORE???
ynexplores i'll send you one especially for you
joshmanson42 iloveyou
photofriend i will srsly block you. i am not even kidding.
photofriend please take me with you next time
ynexplores yessir
coloradoavalanche
coloradoavalanche it's BERNIE day! at today's game you will be able to catch Bernie with some special gifts...but be quick Bernie is a busy dog
photos: courtesy of @/ynexplores
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minimackinnon OMG THATS SO CUTE
6erikjohnson6 So her ig is still up #noticing
swedishking there's so much ynxavs content lately
veggie you mean two posts ? two is a very small number
ynexplores such a fun experience!
landeskog.92 wow Bernie is such a great model
6erikjohnson6 You're better
mackinnon29 erik...
6erikjohnson6 What
mackinnon29 get in line
landeskog.92
landeskog.92 so much snow in denver
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ynexplores ffs get this guy off the monitor
ynexplores im suing
swedishking YN SIGHTING IN THE BIG YEAR OF 2026
6erikjohnson6 Love ya Landy
ynexplores oh be ffr
avalancheoftears this whole yn vs ej with completely unbothered landy thing is my fav in the world rn
mackinnon29 you're a brave one
calemakar_ honestly im impressed
minimackinnon im crying
ynexplores
ynexplores "mom can we bring tina and milo home?" "mom why is dad not playing with uncle art?" "mom what is a stoat?" aka the landeskogs in italy cheering on their favourite olympian 💙💛
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swedishking stay calm stay calm
minimackinnon sh-she was there...
arainumos 💙
landeskog.92 ❤️ the loudest cheers ever
landeskog.92 can we though?
ynexplores do not encourage them. leave tina and milo in their natural habitat
feliciaweerenwennberg so much fun... and so much gelato
ynexplores i think our kids are made out of gelato now
avalancheoftears guys i spy a red heart...
coloradoavalanche our captain on captain's duty
ynexplores
ynexplores 🦁
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swedishking hold up who tf is this
avalancheoftears guys...a lion in the caption
minimackinnon and ???
avalancheoftears that's like #his thing
tracymakar_ someone had funnn
ynexplores be quiet
charlottewalker beauty <3
ynexplores and the beast
ynexplores
ynexplores wedding szn (no bridezillas in sight), cheers to new avs wives! 🥂
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cradnec avs ??
ynexplores you'll always be a part of avs fam
cradnec why
ynexplores cuz i said so, captain's orders
arainumos pleasure to have you
ynexplores 💙
tysonbarrie4 that was so fun lets not do it again
mackinnon29 agreed
joshmanson42 i need to see this again
ynexplores agreed, whos getting married next?
nykkimertl i was not expecting THAT
ynexplores :)
minimackinnon so many weddings omg how is she not broke yet
6erikjohnson6 Yet
ynexplores im blocking you as we speak
ynexplores
ynexplores some things just never change #geez #lion
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6erikjohnson6 So happy for you
ynexplores but?
6erikjohnson6 Even more grateful you will take over the fund again
charlottewalker ❤️❤️❤️
tracymakar_ so so cute
nykkimertl mama y papa
avalancheoftears HOLY SHIT
avalancheoftears YES ABSOLUTELY
avalancheoftears I KNEW IM NOT CRAZY
ynexplores only a tiny bit
calemakar_ missed you mrs landeskog
mackinnon29 #geez
wedgewall didn't know cap's got game
landeskog.92 rude
landeskog.92 ❤️ still can't take me anywhere?
ynexplores my point still stands
landeskog.92
landeskog.92 matching with wife
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minimackinnon %$@$%^&*@()
tysonbarrie4 can i borrow her for a sec
ynexplores yes i will take photos for you
landeskog.92 take pictures of her
ynexplores sap
landeskog.92 devoted husband*
ynexplores let me guess, you haven't taken out the trash right?
mackinnon29 we are saved
arainumos and she's baaack
joshmanson42 we got our swag back
coloradoavalanche welcome back yn! (we knew)
ynexplores good 2 be back! (thx for not spoiling it)
macblackwood29 nice shirt
6erikjohnson6 Show-off
ynexplores 292 makes more sence than you and gabe
ynexplores #staymad
mackinnon29 you'd better listen to mrs captain
ynexplores kissing my swedish boy 💙💛
landeskog.92 was waiting for it
6erikjohnson6
6erikjohnson6 They're not too bad @/ynexplores @/landeskog.92
summary: an aspiring musician, ex hockey player navigating life. thankfully she can always count on her bestfriend abby, but what about abby's brother? yk the drill - we shall see
a/n: grammar errors as usual may happen idc at this point, my favourite caveman deserves some loving. i srsly need to stop projecting stuff. reader is a habs fan (i love my team)
a/n: still feeling insane but im almost done with uni for this semester so hopefully more stuff incoming 🤞. not my best but i needed to acc finish something. started writing in april, deleted half of it, gally news hit me hard and here we are. in june. not proofread. so enjoyyy !
its_yn
its_yn rock the casbah
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abbynewhook absolutely not this song.
its_yn cap but you love it
rockin_ yn in her surfer era
ynbff2 that's a lifestyle
alexnewhook_ Cutie, oh and there's you
its_yn take soulja's name out of your mouth
riffmebaby i need more muSICCCCC
maggielindemann guitar is calling you
its_yn
its_yn do you have the time to listen to me whine ?
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riffmebaby I DO I DO I DO
riffmebaby GIVE ME MUSIC
ynbff2 is that mr volleyball ????
its_yn he finally remembered he has a sister
ynbrother unfortunately
abbynewhook is your knee alive
its_yn what is a knee
ynbrother dw goalie yn will be back
rockin_ goalie? wtf
its_yn
its_yn ladies and ladies i present to you a PWHL GOAL SCORER
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its_yn A PWHL GOAL SCOREEEEEEEER
ynbrother goal scorer!!!!!
abbynewhook omg babies
its_yn GOAL SCORER
abbynewhook every goal scorer needs their goal stopper like yn, but not yn. yn is mine and off the limits.
alexnewhook_ The 2nd???
abbynewhook you literally took it
its_yn oh yeah and then you yelled at us (cuz you were jealous)
alexnewhook_ I was not.
ynbrother you so were
alexnewhook_ bro
rockin_ the way she made an entire post for abby 😭
alexnewhook_
alexnewhook_ Off
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colecaufield bro text me back
bgally.11 naked on main ???
4doby4 probably not only here...
ilovequebec alex i wasn't familiar
kaidenzzz girl hes a beauty
hothook we can't talk here, dm me on the montreal canadiens app
arberxhekaj_ NEWYYYY
blessmontreal this is a work of a WOMAN
mrsaturdaynight since uh ☝️ when he's aesthetic
slafgoatsky there's no way that abby took those...the photographer pls show yourself
abbynewhook you're alive !!!
its_yn that's a shame
its_yn
its_yn my thoughts were short my hair was long ;p
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colecaufield miss our biggest supporter
nsuzuki_37 ruby asks for a playdate
its_yn ozzy and soulja are ready
canadiensmtl ozzy is ready to play?
its_yn born ready!
abbynewhook #jealous
jakeevans18 will you ever drop the next locker banger
its_yn only because you asked nicely 🥰🤗
riffmebaby why so many hockey guys here
rockin_ idc i see new music confirmed ✅
123habs yn how do you feel about the olympics?
its_yn disgusted
its_yn but happy for the girls!!!
habsmylife she's one of us
alexnewhook_ Is that gally's jersey
its_yn maybe...MAYBE
bgally.11 Ozzy knows puck
its_yn
its_yn surprise!!!!
every single one of my personalities mixed into one. a love letter written in smoke, ice and tears. an album born out of pure spite, anger and joy. you'd better be willing and able to learn about all of the lost ones.
"i gaf" out NOW on every streaming service! hope you'll enjoy listening as much as i did creating it
and remember - you get what you give, so go give more m(&m)'s
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its_yn @/jakeevans18 this one is for you
jakeevans18 wheres my signed copy
bgally.11 Give someone an inch and they'll take a mile
ynstan A WHOLE FUCKASS ALBUM SHUT UP
rockin_ im ok totally ok
rockin_ IAM NOOOOT IM SO READYYYY
ynbrother MY SISTERRRRR
ynbrother wait thats my hat #loser
abbynewhook an album. gosh im so so proud of you!!!
emmamaltais17 24/7
blessmontreal surprise she says. she's been edging us for so long and she drops an album. AN ALBUM. girl take my money and give me 20 of them
colecaufield are u like...okay? (bangers)
its_yn nope! thanks 4 asking
alexnewhook_ You think you're so sneaky dont you
its_yn :)))) you like ?
alexnewhook_ you know
riffmebaby PAUSE first full album. our baby is growing up
canadiensmtl
canadiensmtl boys heard that somebody is skatin' through her album like them...
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nsuzuki_37 can we get a concert please
its_yn playoffs first 🔜
arberxhekaj_ doby's a big fan
4doby4 gladly
arberxhekaj_ wait no im bigger
kguhle21 girlies dont fight everybody knows i am the biggest one
jakeevans18 no need to thank me
blessmontreal they know ball
colecaufield go stream i gaf!!!!!!
rockin_ am i now obliged to support them
123habs oh absolutely, you won't regret
cp0031 On repeat
laurastacey7 victoire next?
its_yn
its_yn special thank you to the montreal canadiens organization for giving me the chance to sing the anthem!
from little kid who wouldn't miss a game to anthem singer??? little me wouldn't believe that. keep on dreaming, life has a funny way of working out
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abbynewhook chills, absolute chills. one way or another you made your way to centre bell
its_yn crazy
zack_bolduc arber cried
arberxhekaj_ tf
alexnewhook_ Stargirl
rockin_ nah but did you see how no15 was looking at her???//
blessmontreal ive never realised that alex is always in her comments. alex do you want to share something with the class???
hothook i've been influenced. and the sneaky 15 on her skirt? yep im in
_i.demidov mega
emmamaltais17 bawling
4doby4 no tag?
its_yn hi! whats your name?
4doby4 that was one time...
alexnewhook_ that was pathetic
jakeevans18 i got secondhand embarrassment for you
alexnewhook_
alexnewhook_ That time
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its_yn allez allez canadiens
arberxhekaj_ ranch
6erikjohnson6 AI
hothook je t'aime
4doby4 him.
blessmontreal oh i am soooo sooo ready (i am not.)
lanehutson_ papi
its_yn oh?
colecaufield oh.
its_yn
its_yn if you care "baby now that i found you" may be worth listening to <3 spent a lifetime looking for somebody, turns out he was there all along
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its_yn oh and remember GO HABS GO
abbynewhook finally i can listen to it legally
abbynewhook i mean whaaaaaaaat no waaaayyyyy
its_yn thank god you're a hockey player and not an actress
rockin_ a guy????
rockin_ im back. im so happy for her, this song slaps
alexnewhook_ Cuties
caitlinnsuzuki babe are you trying to kill me
its_yn its for you my girl
nsuzuki_37 knew it
emmamaltais17 on repeat
its_yn pleasure
bgally.11 Disgusting
bgally.11 We love this song at home
its_yn always a pleasure
hothook can i have my own personal yn
blessmontreal what about alex
hothook who's alex??????
its_yn
its_yn if you would tell me in november that habs will make it to the conference final...
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blessmontreal i think i died both games 7
its_yn alex and doby gave me like a billion heart attacks.
blessmontreal shes one of us
caitlinnsuzuki you would believe don't lie
its_yn can't blame a girl for being a little delusional, right?
hothook see ya next season i hope
its_yn been here for 24 years (almost) not planning on going anywhere
rockin_ i feel #blessed
ilovequebec now why would she post something like that...
kaidenzzz guys someone has to take one for the team and ask about the *thing* yk
4doby4 rocky rocks
its_yn whats your name one more time?
alexnewhook_
alexnewhook_ A blast
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colecaufield where's my invite
abbynewhook give me back my girl
alexnewhook_ No thanks
its_yn song of the summer?
alexnewhook_ i gaf
its_yn the whole thing?
alexnewhook_ And more
6erikjohnson6 Tell her I said hi
hothook stfu what the heck alex
hothook so now i have a chance with yn...
hothook nvm forgot about her mr
blessmontreal oh ok hello there mr
jakeevans18 sneaky sneak
arberxhekaj_ new newy
4doby4 sly slayer
123habs so are we just saying random words now?
mrsaturdaynight and mr aesthetic strikes again
rockin_ guys i dont go there and i know youre having meltdowns but its 100% yn's dog ozzy
its_yn
its_yn our moms cheered
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abbynewhook finally
abbynewhook also fawwwk
its_yn dw you're still my no1
ynbrother they were planning it since the day you were born
its_yn im older
ynbrother i felt it in my bones
caitlinnsuzuki soulja is back!
its_yn she missed people glazing her
hothook ok okay now i won't have neither of them
hothook you looking for a third?...
mrsaturdaynight GIRL
jakeevans18 can u write a song about me
its_yn alr done babes
jakeevans18 no not the one about gremlins
blessmontreal im so jealous rn. i want to be sb's muse too
colecaufield shocker !
alexnewhook_ Listening privileges will be revoked
canadiensmtl centre bell is always free for yn yln
its_yn omg $*&*(%$#(
alexnewhook_ She says thank you
rockin_ omg ok i like him, he's using lyrics as captions too
songs used: rock the casbah - the clash, basket case - green day, all summer long - kid rock, willing and able - noah kahan, lost ones - lauryn hill, you get what you give - new radicals, more m's - drake & 21 savage, baby now that i've found you - the foundations/ or ella bright's version, bless the broken roads - rascal flats
No Thing Defines A Man Like Love That Makes Him Soft ╰┈➤ NM29
summary: everyone knows that nathan mackinnon is a hard ass. monotonous. grumpy. maybe even a little boring to the outside perspective. then there’s you, who’s the complete opposite—giggly, bubbly, loud and cries anytime the titanic soundtrack plays. he should hate you—you’re all that plus cale’s little sister—but he just can’t. so nathan just pretends. but it’s not easy when his teammates start seeing through the facade.
[word count] 14.8k
warnings: MATURE! grumpy x sunshine trope | friends to lovers | obvious pining | humour / crack | cliches | drinking | swearing | mentions of throwing up (from drinking) | the most soft yearning nathan mackinnon you ever did see | a kiss | mentions of smut | timelines that make no sense obviously | mature themes and dialogue | read at your own discretion
pairing: nathan mackinnon x makar!reader
authors note: if you don’t like nate you’re just lying to yourself! kidding, kidding. but in all seriousness, I love writing for him so much and what better way than to do a little brothers teammate/ sunshine x grumpy trope :) title from strawberry wine by noah kahan.
lace dividers from @cursed-carmine
🎶 strawberry wine by noah kahan, bells & whistles by megan moroney and kacey musgraves, fool for you by zayn, wishful dreaming by 5 seconds of summer, staying by lizzy mcalpine, the longest goodbye by role model + kiss it better by rihanna
PART ONE: superman's citrus kryptonite
nathan mackinnon knows you've arrived landy's annual avs pre season afternoon barbecue once he hears your all too familiar laugh echo throughout his perfectly groomed backyard.
in nathan’s defense, it's a very distinctive laugh. loud, bright, and completely unrestrained. and you also usually snort, like a pug, which he would never admit he finds endearing, but he definitely does.
it's spills over the low hum of conversation and the crackle of the grill in front of him, cutting through everything else like it belongs at the center of it all. it bounces off the wooden fence, carries over the clink of bottles and the thud of a cooler lid slamming shut, and somehow manages to shoot right through nathan's chest.
he exhales slowly through his nose and forces himself to not look around like a lost puppy until he can spot you. because that would just be...obvious. the air smells like charcoal and something sweet—barbecue sauce, probably—thick and warm under the late afternoon sun. but when nathan takes a deep breath in, he swear he can only smell your perfume.
fruity, clean, and light. he'd never admit it, but one time he smelt almost 30 bottles in a marshall's, trying to find something that remotely resembled you.
but don't get it twisted, nathan mackinnon isn't a freak—or a pervert or anything else in that realm. he's just...no, he can't think of that right now.
someone's playlist hums in the background, bass low and steady, and just loud enough to fill the quieter moments. if there were anyway. but erik is yelling in the pool as he plays marco polo with the kids, and kadri is going crazy at corn hole. and you're still laughing.
"...and then I tripped," you're saying, voice animated. surely, your hands are moving as much as your words. like windmills. "like fully tripped—no recovery, no saving it—just straight down in front of everyone."
a chorus of reactions follows—laughs, groans, someone who sounds suspiciously like mikko mutters no way.
nathan keeps his composure, smashing some more burgers on landy's black stone like he's not actively yearning to catch even just the smallest glimpse of you. but he doesn't need to look because he can picture it anyway—your expression, the way your eyes go wide, and the inevitable grin that would follow like embarrassment is just another thing you turn into a joke.
he can't help but smile down at his feet just as the thought.
"you're lying," a different voice sounds. definitely ashley kadri, he thinks. it's confirmed when you briefly start cooing at nylah. always easily distracted.
eventually, you continue. "I swear! there was, like, a full second where I thought I could play it off, and then—nope." you clap your hands together once, sharp. "gone. and so was my popcorn, all over the floor of the theatre."
more laughter follows, and nathan's got to press his back molars together. god, who even is he?
it all started on a summer evening the year after their stanley cup winning run. everything smelt like sunscreen and chlorine. ice coffees melting faster than they can be drank. and the team, still high from winning the whole damn thing, decided to have some sort of celebration—a big lunch thing for friends and family at a local denver spot.
cale introduced you in passing. his kid sister, fresh out of college, coming out to denver to live closer with who you called your sibling turned best friend. nathan can relate, he feels that close with sarah as well.
he barley noticed you at first. well, that's technically a lie. because obviously he noticed your yellow sundress, and the way your smile lit up the entire restaurant, and how everyone seemed to gravitate towards you without knowing more than just your name.
but it was just a quick glance, a tight nod and a clipped—hey, nice to meet you—as nathan put out his calloused palm for you to shake. but you didn't shake it. no, you brushed it off with another smile and claimed you were a hugger, before pushing up onto your toes to embrace him.
you should've been his worse nightmare...so why for that entire evening could he not stop looking at you? and it's not like you didn't notice it—he wasn't exactly subtle from across the long table, wedged between EJ and melissa landeskog. how his eyes would keep flicking back to you when he thought you weren't looking, how he went unnaturally still when you laughed—like he was trying to memorize the sound without letting himself react to it.
he didn't ask you questions, didn't lean in, never smiled the way everyone else does—but he listened. it was easy to think he didn't like you. hell, at one point melissa turned to him, voice all hushed and straight up asked what his deal with you was.
but nathan didn't have an answer, which only made him look guiltier. but he was blushing and melissa knew. then landy, and then all of his teammates had this sort of suspicion that even they don't believe half the time.
even to this day, it would be easy to think he doesn't like you—he kind of makes sure of that, all distance and short answers and carefully controlled indifference—but there's something just slightly off about it.
too deliberate and too practiced like he's trying not to give himself away. and over the past few years, it seems to have worked at getting his teammates off his back, but it doesn't change the fact that deep down, ever seen you walked into the restaurant in that yellow dress, nathan has been obsessed with you. adores you. wants you.
wants you in every way he shouldn't want someone that much younger than him. someone who's related to one of his closest teammates. someone who is the complete opposite of himself. but he does—he wants all the late night pillow talks, the arguing over what colour to paint the living room walls, the sweet kisses and babies and everything in between.
but if someone was to ask? deny, deny, deny. sure—he'd say, acting indifferent—y/n is nice but she's just not my cup of tea. nathan mackinnon will lie through his perfect teeth before ever admitting to one of his insufferable friends that he has feelings for you.
the sound of your laughter breaks nathan out of his own thoughts. he curses to himself as one of the burgers starts smoking—blackened and charred. whoops, that's what he gets for thinking about you like that. your laugh, your mannerisms, your scent....no!
he turns away from the grill and grabs a drink from the open cooler by his feet. maybe a little harder than necessary when a few ice cubes shoot up and over the edge. the cold beer can seeps into his palm, a nice distraction from his own racing mind.
nathan exhales as he straightens, slow and measured, willing himself to chill the fuck out.
without wanting to burn anymore food, or get an earful from his captain, nathan turns heel back towards the grill. only, he's momentarily stunned when he sees you making your way over to him.
fuck.
your eyes meet and you're already grinning, expression brightening like seeing him is the best part of your day. maybe it is. and you weave through people with an ease that feels practiced and natural. effortless even.
he straightens slightly without meaning to. he still hasn't blinked by the time you stop in front of him, close enough that he can catch that faint citrusy scent. the long, white sleeves of your top are pushed up, some lacy, frilly thing that probably costs too much. you've paired it with jean cut offs and sandals, looking like a dream.
"hi nate," you say, slightly breathless from the heat and your trek across the yard. you reach up and tuck some of your hair behind your ear, passing your neck.
he gulps, burger press and can of beer still in hand. "y/n, hi."
there's a pause that follows, and in that you take the time to study him. and you're not shy about like he would be. it's open, and curious like you're trying to figure something out.
you hum, light a breezy, stepping impossibly closer. if you shifted an inch to the right, the knuckles that have gone white around his beer can, would brush your boobs. jesus.
"you look like you'd rather be literally anywhere else."
he swallows. puts down the beer. very careful to avoid touching your covered nipples or anything else just as incriminating. "i'm fine."
there's that hum again. unconvinced or something similar sounding at the back of your throat. your eyes dance over his features softly, and nathan has to force them to stay stoic. "scale of one to ten?" you prompt.
of course you're asking him that. it's just so you—so much so that it gets him to crack a smile. a barely there thing, half upturned lip that resembles a smirk more than anything. but a smile nonetheless. because you're the only one who could be asking him to rate his experience on a scale and nathan get all giddy about it.
however, he keeps his composure, getting back to the smokey grill and burgers. "i'm not doing a scale."
"okay," you drawl out, sliding in closer. "but if you were—"
"i'm not." he cuts in, sending you a look over his broad shoulder that says if you ask me one more time i'll totally rate it.
but you don't push. just grin—immediate and unfiltered. like that was exactly the response you wanted.
"landy come tell you how to properly do this yet?" you muse, all mock innocent, looking between nathan's tan face and the darkened, greasy stone.
"what?" he half bristles, stopping mid press. "I am doing it properly."
your grin only widens. "you're not, i've been watching and cringing for like, 10 minutes." it's an exaggeration, because nathan knows you've only been here for maybe 6.
"you're so full of it. there's no wrong way to smash a burger."
your mouth falls like he's just declared something catastrophic. like pineapple belongs on pizza. or that new moon is the worst movie in the twilight franchise. he can't help but roll his eyes at your dramatics, but he's also obsessed with them so he can't help the grin splitting his face again.
if someone was to look over, they'd think he's having a stroke. because there's no way that nathan fucking mackinnon would be having a good time with y/n makar—who is unarguably his complete opposite. if your personalities were powers, yours would be his kryptonite.
"there absolutely is," you tell him, "and you're butchering it." not waiting for a response, you push your way between him and the grill, and nathan is immediately hot with two things. your scent up close, expect now there's also something vanilla-y about it—a shampoo or something. and the second is that your ass is pretty much against his crotch, which is a whole new territory.
he swears lowly, so quiet that you don't hear it. or maybe you don't hear it because you're too busy trying to grab the burger press from his hand.
"i'm serious. let me do it." you say, looking at him over your shoulder. it shouldn't be so sexy because you're surrounded by everyone and there's kids running around with snotty noses and popsicles. but somehow it is.
nathan tries to put some distance between your bodies, but it only ends up with him bumping into a chair, which then sends him jumping back into you.
"you've never even grilled before." his protest is weak, because he can't even fucking concentrate properly.
"that not the point—give me the pressy thing."
and he does. of course he does. and you smile triumphantly like it's more than just a burger press.
with your bodies still an inch from being together in a way that would be indecent, nathan watches over your head as you start pressing against the balls of raw beef, flattening them and all their inter-webbed seasoning against the stone.
"see," you slightly grunt, putting real strength into it. but you're also laughing, joyful and happy. far too much enthusiasm for cooking burgers, but nathan feels proud like you're accomplishing something greater.
grease pops, making you flinch and yelp back into his strong chest. his warm palm settles on your torso—right on the sliver of skin between your shorts and top—meaning to steady you, but as soon as he's touching your bare skin, nathan’s forgotten how to breathe like a normal person.
you laugh at yourself, shaking out your hand. the grease must've made contact.
he blinks, "are you okay?" his eyes then asses you at the speed of lightning. fingers, palm, wrist. then briefly over the rest of your exposed skin, checking for grease related injuries. he finds none.
you spin, still pressed close. a smile on your face. "i'll be better when you let me do the next round as well."
"do I really get a say if you continue?"
"nope." and then you're back at it, grabbing more meat from the blue and white patterned bowl beside the blackstone, dropping it down with a splat (which makes you snort and make some comment about it looking like plankton from spongebob on the bottom of a shoe).
but he forces himself to look away from you. because you're too much in the best, most overwhelming way possible.
thankfully, gabe comes over and immediately starts telling you that your smash burgers are better than nathan's—which has you fucking floating. it's good, because he's sure if he was alone with you and your smell and your pretty lips and annoying laugh a minute longer, he would've done something stupid like kiss the shell of your ear. or tell you how he feels.
but he knows he just...can't.
PART TWO: reel it in
the line to the downtown nightclub curls halfway down the block. a slow moving, impatient thing made up of heels on concrete, low conversations, and the distant thud of bass leaking through the club doors. the night air is warm for september, but in that sticky, city way—perfume and exhaust and something sweet drifting from somewhere nearby.
every few seconds the line shifts forward just enough to make it feel like progress. nonetheless, you're practically vibrating in the spot.
"okay, no, but this was a good idea," you insist for what has to be the third time, turning halfway around to face the group, hands uselessly flailing around as if gesturing to it. the club. the line. who knows. "like, objectively, this is fun already."
you're already tipsy. borderline plastered and already in that state where it's a gamble whether you'll remember from here on out in the morning.
"it's a line," erik mutters behind you, hands tucked into his jacket.
you shoot him a pointed look. "and you're old."
he snorts.
"besides, it's the anticipation," you correct, grinning. "very exciting."
nathan stands just off to the side, adjacent to your bare shoulder. he's close—close enough that if you leaned back even slightly, you'd bump into him. he lets himself think about that for only a second. wrapping you up, forearm around your collarbones.
he hasn't said much since you all got here, which was about 15 minutes ago. actually—he hasn't said much since you told him the plan earlier in the week.
because...clubs aren't his thing. their loud, crowded and unpredictable and everything he tries to avoid. in other words, they're exactly like you. everyone knows that, and when you mentioned wanting to do this for your birthday, you said that you didn't expect him to come because of his hatred for the party lifestyle.
and yet here he is. black button down open to reveal his white t-shirt, sleeves pushed up just enough to show his forearms. jaw tight like he's already over it, eyes scanning the street instead of the line. instead of you.
in all honesty, he hasn't been able to properly look you in the eye without going through an internal crisis since he pulled up to landy's, where you had already been getting ready with mel, tracey and ashley.
he had walked in and could already smell you, which was a whole thing in itself. but then you came waltzing down the stairs, glittery and dressed like that. a tight complicated looking dress that looks painted on—paired with a birthday sash and crown. even though your birthday wasn't technically till midnight.
nathan tried to look unaffected when you hugged him, drunk and loud, but erik had caught on. and nathan knew that he did—so he's been avoiding both erik and your eyes since then to save some face.
it's not until you spin, unsteadily, to face him that nathan looks at you properly again. mostly because he's scared you're going to fall on your face, so he's already got his hands out to steady you.
but you don't fall, only giggle when the crown stars to slip. you shimmy closer to him through the packed line, which hasn't moved since the last time, and blink up at him like a doll.
"you're gonna hate it in there," you say.
he avoids breathing through his nose when he replies, because you smell like fucking heaven. tequila as well, but that's not even a problem.
"I won't." he lies. just then, a couple of drunk frat guys come stumbling out of the club, yelling something about their greek affiliations that make nathan pull a face.
you squint, teasing and accusing all the same. "you already do."
he looks back at you and forces his features back to that unaffected, neutral look that he uses in every interview. "I don't."
"you're scowling."
"i'm not scowling."
you lean in slightly, still peering up at him. like you're inspecting the evidence. the crown slips down again, sitting against your eyebrow, but you don't notice. "you definitely are."
"i'm not."
you hum, unconvinced. "we'll fix that."
nathan not sure who we entails, but his mouth twitches despite that.
just then, erik just has to squeeze between where you're standing and gabe, meaning that you’re forced to shuffle closer into nathan's orbit to make room for the giant defender.
obviously, you don't care. practically snuggling up to nathan and all his warmth. meanwhile, he's freaking out. naturally.
and it's like you know that when you look back up at him, because your grin widens like you've just won something.
he, once again, has to immediately look away. jaw tightening to stone, composure snapping back into place. because maybe if these were different circumstances and nathan wasn't such a weirdo, he'd wrap his arms around you and keep you against his chest. press kisses to your jaw and neck until you're laughing at the feeling of his stubble—attempting to escape his hold but also not trying at all.
"you didn't have to come, you know," you say, nudging his chest lightly with your elbow, snapping him out of his thoughts. he blushes like he's been caught. you continue, "I wouldn't have been offended. I know you don't like all this stuff."
"I know." he shrugs. like...that's that. so simple.
"but you did anyway." you note, already half way back to grinning. the line inches forward. someone up ahead laughs too loudly, the bass inside the club pulsing stronger now every time the door opens. erik is still babbling on about something irrelevant with gabe.
nathan exhales, gaze still fixed somewhere over your shoulder. "it's your birthday...thing," he says eventually, like that's explains why he's like, abandoned his morals. and then like you don't know what he's talking about, he pokes at your lopsided crown.
you raise a brow.
then, ever so timidly and only after making sure all your friends weren't watching him with the eyes of a hawk looking for its dinner, nathan's knuckle hits the bottom of the crown and then pushes it back up. into place.
once he drops his hand, you tilt your head slightly, studying him. "yeah, it is."
he swallows the golf ball sitting in his throat. fingers itching to reach back up and graze your hair. or your forehead. frankly, any part of you would do. a beat passes, before he says anything more, eyes still locked with yours.
"so happy birthday," he adds, quieter.
your smile should be illegal. "thanks nate." then you add, tone almost conspiratorial. "although, it's not my birthday quite yet."
catching that comment behind you, erik makes a noise, now invading your bubble of space. "by the time we get in there it will be."
—
considering that the music sounded loud outside of the club, it shouldn't come as a surprise that when you, nathan and the rest of the group finally get inside, it becomes deafening—loud enough that it stops feeling like sound and starts feeling like something physical. settling in nathan’s chest and rattling his ribs with every beat.
the lights flash in quick bursts—neon blues and pinks and whites—catching on faces, on moving bodies, on raised hands and spilled drinks and everything in between. it's too much for nathan, and he's scowling again.
but all the reason he hates it are the exact reasons why you love it.
you're immediately wrapped up into the crowd with ashley, tracy and melissa. once again, you've all already been drinking and getting pumped up for this, so nobody can blame you. the guys kind of just hover at one of the tall tables that line the floor and bar, looking out for you all while also just…chilling before the season really begins, and nathan stars jumping on their asses for even thinking about beer.
he can't keep his eyes off of you, because of course he can't. and in the dark of the club, nathan isn't worried about being caught, so he lets his eyes roam over your figure freely. your dress, your legs, the glitter sash sitting between your boobs. it's ethereal. and then you smile, laugh, and nathan feels like he's ascending to the clouds.
you're enjoying yourself, that much as clear. and he thinks he's starting too as well.
it's only about 45 minutes after arriving that you seem to remember the guys even came with you, and when you manage to spot them through the crowd and squeeze through dancing sweaty bodies, you're gone. unsteady on your feet, and warm and light and giggly in that way that makes everything feel softer.
"nate!" you beam, appearing in front of him like you've been dropped out of nowhere. you practically fall into him, between the table and his torso. your front to his. "I missed you!"
the drinks you'd been nursing (and spilling) are long gone. nathan is sure you've been sneaking shots that he hasn't noticed, because he can smell them on your breath.
"you okay?" he asks like an idiot, completely ignoring the admission on purpose. gabe snickers at that from beside you, and nathan is sure to shoot his captain a look.
he looks back at you, eyes scanning your face—the too bright smile, the way you're bouncing a little on your toes without realizing it, the glassy, dazed look in your eyes.
"yes," you slur a little. "i'm great. this is the best night ever."
erik and naz snicker from across the table, finding humour in the way you’re drag your words and stumble into nathan's chest without evening meaning to. then, naz the little shit, calls your name with a teasing twinkle. "hey y/n, want another shot?"
and you gasp, like its the best idea you've ever heard. nathan groans like it's the worst. "no," he tells you and his way too amused teammate. "no more shots."
"but i'm thirsty," you all but pout, fisting the material of his shirt in your palm.
once he stops shooting daggers at his friend, he looks back down into your eyes. fuck, that damn pout. nathan keeps his hand at his side uselessly, even though he wants nothing more than the slide the pad of his thumb over your petruding bottom lip.
"that won't help," he tells you, gentle but firm. if nathan was a better man, he'd be embarrassed about how controlling and possessive he sounds over a girl that's not even his. but the other part of his brain, the one that can register the feeling of you pressed against him and the way you’re now playing with the fingers he's got wrapped around his beer bottle, doesn't think about how it looks.
in his moment of distraction (or weakness) you manage to take the bottle right out his hand and press it to your lips. he opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out when you begin to promptly down the entire thing without breaking his gaze.
jesus—
"I hate beer," you grimace, then hiccup in a way that almost makes you gag.
he takes the bottle and puts in on the table with an empty clink. "you didn't have to drink it," nathan reminds you, a hint of a grin on his face that you don't catch because he's dropped his head down next to your ear, so you can hear him over the roaring bass.
warm breath fans over your cartilage as he continues. "it was also mine."
you giggle at that, like you know that despite his authoritative tone, he's full of shit. pulling your head back just enough, you look back up at him, full of mischief and something else equally as belly swooping. "come dance with me."
nathan almost hesitates in telling you no. because you're just so beautiful and smiley, peering up at him like he's the best part of your night. but at his core, nathan is anything but submissive. especially when it comes to dancing in public.
"i'm not dancing." he tells you through a laugh.
you stare at him for a second—like you're trying to process that answer. just a second. "please," you say, drawing the word out. even go as far to tip your head back, giving him your most exaggerated, over the top pleading look. "it's my birthday."
and despite himself and all his best efforts, nathan mackinnon lets you drag him onto the dance floor.
—
by the time you all make it back to gabe and mel's place, the night has tipped fully into that blurry, disjointed kind of late. nathan doesn't even want to look at the clock above the fireplace because he knows it's way passed the time he usually sleeps. meaning his routine will be all fucked up tomorrow. but his heart tells him the way you're leaning all your weight onto him makes it worth it.
multiple pairs of heels are kicked off at the front door in uneven piles, erik is laughing too hard in the kitchen all things considering, and ashley is already halfway collapsed on the couch with her arm thrown dramatically over her eyes like she's been personally victimized by the evening.
your groan next to him, now considerably shorter with your shoes discarded. the smell of leftover takeout and sweet caramel candle wax mix together in a nauseating way. because despite nathan's best efforts, you managed to sneak a shot, or three, off of ej and naz when nathan wasn't paying attention.
and to your credit, you held on for a long time, including the ride home in the back of an uber—which is just a pukey nightmare. you had been squished between mel and nathan, gabe yapping away in the front to the driver about the upcoming season—because of course the driver was a fan. that's probably why he let you guys in the car, even though you looked like one stomach roll away from throwing up all over nathan's lap.
you manage to make it two steps into the living room before the level of your alcohol intake finally catches up to you.
you sway, lost of all colour and your grasp on reality. "oh no," you whine, sticky crown falling off your damp head and onto the floor.
cale looks over from the kitchen immediately, pausing his water chug. "what?"
"I don't feel—" you swallow, face scrunching as the room tilts just slightly. "I don't feel good."
that's all it takes. there's a chorus of uh ohs and yep there it is from your friends—minus ashley because she's already snoring on the couch. someone snorts (erik definitely), and someone else mutters something about it being inevitable (melissa probably), and before you can even properly complain, you're being gently yet firmly redirected down the hall.
"bathroom," your brother says, steering you towards the powder room at the front of the house.
"I know where the bathroom is," you mumble half heartedly, deeply offended for no real reason other than being drunk.
cale snorts when you walk into the door frame. "clearly."
you try to glare at him, but it doesn't stick as the bathroom light flickers to life. it reflects off the mirror, making everything feel worse.
you drop to your knees with significantly less grace than you'd like, bracing yourself against the edge of the toilet like it personally wronged you. "this is the worst day of my life," you declare after a violent, spitty dry heave.
the door clicks closed softly, shutting out most of the noise from the rest of the house.
"you're fine," a familiar voice that definitely doesn't belong to your brother says. nathan's voice is low and steady, like he's intentionally keeping things calm.
you don't even bother asking him what he's doing, because it's obvious enough. he's taking care of you, undeterred by your bile or the perspiration lingering by your hairline.
"i'm not fine," you argue immediately. "i'm dying."
he grins behind your back, "you're not dying."
"you don't know that." you whine, cheek dropping to the toilet seat until it's pressed flat. you can’t think about the germs, or else you'd start gagging again.
there's a soft huff—almost a laugh—as he moves closer. a second after he appears as a blur in your line of sight, you feel his hand on the side of your face, fingers gently pushing tangled hair back behind your ear. gently, not tugging.
"stay still," he murmurs.
"I am still," you protest, even though you're shifting and rubbing your hot cheek against his rough palm.
he almost throws up himself at that, simply because the feeling of you nuzzling against his skin is enough to send him on a roller coaster.
"oh my god," you mumble suddenly, voice muffled. "I feel like kat in that scene from 10 things I hate about you."
nathan's hand stills for a half a second against the side of your head. "what's that?"
your head snaps up—almost smacking his nose in the process—enough to look at him, completely scandalized. "you've never seen it?" you gasp, much to his amusement. "oh my god, nate, please watch it with me."
and then you gag over the toilet bowl again. nathan runs his hand up the nape of your neck without thinking, and takes ahold of your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continue to heave.
"maybe when your head's not in a toilet bowl." he reminds you, firm yet gentle.
you blink at him when you've calmed down, tears in your eyes. then, despite everything—the nausea, the spinning, and the general state of your existence—you laugh.
it comes out a little weak, a little breathless and stinky, but neither of you seem to care. you because you're hammered, and nathan because he fucking, like, loves you.
"you're funny," you muse, like you've just discovered something shocking.
"i'm not." he breathes a laugh of his own.
"you are," you insist, turning your head slightly so you can look at him better. "you just pretend you're not when everyone's around."
he doesn't have a response to that. he just watches you for a second, expression unreadable but softer than it usually is, like the edges have been smoothed down by the privacy of the bathroom. and you. always by you.
"you hate this," you add suddenly, a little quieter now, wiping at your runny nose with the back of your hand. "tonight, I mean."
"I didn’t hate it."
"you hate clubs." you remind him.
he hums, "I do."
"and you came anyway."
he exhales lightly, gaze dropping for a moment before coming back to you. "yeah." his grip on your hair adjusts again, thumb brushing lightly near your temple like he's making sure everything stays out of the way.
and you're looking at him all fuzzy and sweet—nathan doesn't even care that you're all clammy and there's a little bit of puke on the toilet seat, because to him, you're still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
it's too much all at once, and he's on the brink of telling you thing he shouldn't—not only because you're drunk and gagging, but because he knows he can't.
"focus on not throwing up," he tells you instead, pushing away all mushy thoughts of kissing you and feelings and confessing out of his head.
"bossy." you mumble, smile faint as your eyes begin to flutter closed. exhaustion slowly creeping its way into your bones.
—
nathan isn't surprised when he walks downstairs and sees that you haven't woken up yet.
it's all decorated, courtesy of melissa who's smile changes when she sees it's him coming into the kitchen and not you. a big glitter birthday banner hags from the ceiling, along with balloons and a matcha drink with a candle on top—because you don't like cake.
the guys and tracy and ashley are scattered around the island, some noticeably worse for wear. erik groans like he's been shot when the toaster pops.
"it's bread," gabe snickers in the direction of his oldest teammate. "relax."
"you relax," erik hisses, heels of his palms pressed so deep into his eye sockets that it must be painful.
nathan sits down on one of the empty bar stools, looking like he didn't even go out last night. to be fair, he only had like two beers. and despite the time on the clock when he finally got you into bed and the went to sleep himself, nathan still managed to get up at the crack of dawn. where he then promptly took an hour in gabe's home gym to get his muscles moving, and then took a long hot shower.
because he kind of smelt like your perfume and your bile, which wasn't the most ideal. neither was staying up an extra hour once all the chaos has died down because he couldn't stop thinking about you. or your tiny dress, or how you looked at him while chugging his beer. or your drunk smile—especially that smile.
the stairs creak, and before he can be chill about the idea of seeing you this morning, nathan's head whips aorund so fast it's a shock that his neck doesn’t snap.
but it's not you, just the dog.
with a sigh, he faces forward again, gaze landing on the ice matcha with the pink candle melissa shoved into the straw opening. he itches to get up and put it in the fridge, because the ice is starting to melt and you hate when it's watery like that.
"you gonna bring that up to her?" gabe suddenly asks, leaning on the island directly across from him.
nathan blinks in suprise. "no?"
"why not?"
"she's probably still asleep." he huffs, and when gabe's knowing and all too pleased smirk starts to grow, nathan can't help but scoff. "don't you have food to cook?"
his captain laughs, bright and too loud, making nathan's scowl deepen. "and?"
his jaw tightens slightly. "and i'm not waking her up."
gabe tilts his head, studying him in that way that feels a little too perceptive. the eggs sizzle un-attended on the stove, and he briefly leaves nathan to flip them.
"you sat with her last night." he notes, looking over his shoulder at him.
nathan stills for half a second.
"cale told me," gabe adds easily. "said you didn't leave until everything settled."
he shrugs, like it's nothing, even though his stomach suddenly feels queasy at the prospect of his friend being able to read him so well. because if gabe knows, then melissa knows and then you'll know.
jesus, he needs to like go home or something.
"she wasn't feeling good." nathan answers like that all there is to it.
"right." gabe can only muse, but its layered. because he knows that nathan doesn't do this kind of shit. go to clubs, take care of drunk girls. fucking hold their hair back while they puke. its easy to see that nathan is down bad for you, no matter how much he tries to hide it from you, his friends, and himself.
thankfully, gabs doesn't add to that, only sliding a mug of decaf coffee across the counter until it sits between nathan's clenched fists.
and all the nova scotia native can do is pick up the mug and takes three scolding gulps.
PART THREE: 99 sonny angels on the wall
the next few months of nathan's life continue the exact same way they have since the moment he met you—switching between watching you from afar with his heart in his ass, and watching you up close, lightheaded from your scent, your smile, your laugh, and everything else about you.
at this point, it's more obvious than it's not. because nathan is almost giving up on try to hide it more so than he is trying to come across indifferent. he just can't with you.
it starts ramping up in the way all good things do, two weeks before the season is supposed to really start. cale and tracy are hosting an intimate engagement party that nathan just so happened to be invited to. and knowing you'd obviously be there—in the wedding party and the sister of the groom—he made sure to dress up as nice as he could with his lack of nice yet casual fashion knowledge, spray on cologne and prepare to spend an unknown amount of hours with you.
you'd been wearing some flowy and butter yellow. that's the first thing nathan noticed when he arrived halfway into the afternoon. you'd also been fluffing about a long desert table, telling one of tracey's college friends all about how the count bites were to die for. he had gravitated towards you without even realizing he was doing so.
up close, he could see that you were a little glassy eyed and flushed. but smiling so wide. always smiling. and the second your eyes landed on him, you gasped and skipped right up to his chest.
"nate!" you had beamed, tugging at the open collar of his linen button down. "I made you something." and nathan let you pull him around the backside of the table, a little dazed and totally not watching the way your hips swayed under your dress.
"cookies." you brightened when his eyebrows raised a fraction. "I looked up your whole, like, superstar diet thing," you explained, waving a hand vaguely. "and I made them with all the stuff you're allowed to have. less sugar, more...whatever it is you eat. they actually turned out really good."
he almost wanted to tell you everything in that very moment—seconds and one half bitten cookie away from dragging you further into the garden to kiss you silly.
but he didn't.
and then the season started, and where nathan should've been completely focused on hockey and his own high performance schedule, he was focused on you.
your name brought up in passing in the locker room? nathan's head was snapping up to listen in. cale mentioning his family coming down to watch a game? nathan's wondering if you'll be with them. a dinner at a teammates house? nathan's all nonchalant (no he's not) wondering if you'll be attending.
then there was that one dinner party at the kadri's, where you were sat next to nathan. he'd been trying not to look at you because he was trying to remain composed, but you laughed at something ej said and put your hand on nathan's thigh—and he almost choked on his steak, leaving him a coughing blubbering mess while you thumped on his spine and ej just laughed at the ordeal.
and he couldn't even be mad about it, because you were so concerned, and so sweet and made some little joke about not choking for you again anytime soon. nathan almost said something back about that, but he bit his tongue.
because it isn't just the fact that you’re cale's sister—though that alone would make things complicated. it's that, in his mind, you and him exist on completely different wave lengths. you're soft where he's sharp. impulsive where he's careful. open in ways nathan's never quite learned how to be. and the thought of trying—of actually letting himself have you, let himself feel what it would like to call you his beyond the walls of his mind—sort of scares him.
because if it falls apart, if the differences between you nathan is so sure will break you actually do, then he doesn't just loose the possibility of you, but he looses you entirely.
and nathan knows, deep down, that once he crosses that line and even has a piece of you, going back to pretending you're nothing to him won't just be hard—it'll be messy and impossible.
so once again, once he just can't. or rather, he's trying really hard not to.
—
nathan's barely out of the locker room post game, still half in that post win haze—adrenaline not fully settled, teammates talking over each other in the background—when he hears your voice mixed in with some of the WAGs and lingering teammates.
you're leaning on a wall next to melissa, baby luke cuddled in your arms like he's yours. you're rambling about something that based on the twinkle in your eye, clearly feels urgent to you and absolutely not to anyone else.
he laughs through his nose at that, a breathy little sound only for his own ears. and the closer he gets, the easier your words are to make out.
"...and it's literally just been on my floor for, like, a week," you huff, exasperated. "because I thought I could build it myself, which—clearly—was a mistake."
nathan glances over, just as tracy snorts. "how hard can a bookshelf be to build?"
the sound of you pressing a loud kiss on the baby’s cheek sounds before you answer your sister-in-law. "you tell me, trac. seriously, damn you ikea and your minimalistic instructions."
truly, nathan meant to just walk past you. swear. sure, if you noticed him and said something, nathan would've obviously said hello. he's trying to be respectful, not an asshole. but that just goes straight down the drain the second your eyes lock.
"nate," you smile, sliding next to him like a magnet. "good game."
he tickles under luke's chin—because how else are you supposed to great a smiley baby?—and then looks back at you. too blinded by your pretty face to form a response that's not stupid, he just mumbles—"you watched?"
then his eyes fall closed because immediately he wants to take it back. obviously you watched the game because here you are, standing in front of him with a family & friends pass hanging from your neck.
but you only laugh and bump your elbow against his arm. "always," you say instead.
nathan is sure you're trying to kill him with that. he watches, a little dazed, as you pull down luke's little jersey, dividing your attention between the baby and your friends who have moved on from the whole book shelf debacle he overheard.
then before he can think better, nathan gently gets your attention, this time by brushing his elbow against your torso. it's subtle, but it works and you peer up at him, pretty.
"I can help," he swallows, then continues, "with your book shelf."
at first, you just blink at him, but as the words register, a big grin splits across your face. "you can?"
he nods. "yes."
you breath a sigh of relief and almost sag into him. "please, yes. a million times yes. there are too many screws and the instructions are like, aggressive but also lacking."
"aggressive?" his smirk is full of amusement, and you mirror it.
"don't judge until you see them."
"alright," he holds up a hand in surrender, "not until I see them."
—
a few days later, nathan mackinnon finds himself standing in your apartment and is instantly overwhelmed. because he's never been in your space before. sure, he's imagined every single corner, but his imagination pales in comparison to the real thing. it's just so...you.
colourful with big open windows, curtains that are nothing but beads. it's cluttered, but not messy. never dirty. and it smells like you, so much so that when you first opened the door for him and the scent wafted out, nathan had to hold himself up on the door frame.
and it didn't help that you looked like a dream. hair pulled back into two twisty braids. wearing a open button down with a paint mark on the cuff, paired with sun coloured dungarees.
even now, sitting on a fuzzy area rug that resembles a cat more than anything else, instruction sheet held in his calloused hands, nathan can't help but to keep stealing quick glances at you.
wood panels are scattered all around like they've been there since you unpacked them. knowing you, they truly have. nathan hums, flipping a page.
"well?" you ask, sitting crossed legged beside him, gesturing to the instruction.
"these are fine."
"they're not fine," you argue, handing him something that may or may not be the right piece. "they skip steps."
he smiles down at the papers. "they don't skip steps."
you frantically move your finger between two of the steps. you definitely think they don't make sense, but they totally do. "see this?" you look at nathan, exasperated. "they imply steps."
he exhales, but there's no real bite to it. instead he puts them down and reaches for two of the wood panels. "hold this."
and you do. for the most part. your attention drifts every few seconds while you loosely attempt to assist nathan in the bookshelf endeavours, bouncing between him, your phone and the pile of things that still haven't been put away—books, yes, but also a concerning number of stuffed animals that have somehow migrated into the construction zone.
it takes less than an hour to build, which is kind of disappointing because nathan doesn't want to leave you in your element so soon. so he lingers purposefully. not that he needs to make an excuse though, because you're grabbing at his wrist like a kid and asking him to help you put everything on the new shelves.
obviously, he tried to play it nonchalant and like, pretended he didn't want to stick around. "I just built it." nathan had reminded you, secretly hoping you'd keep pushing.
"and now you help style it," you replied, like it was obvious and thank jesus.
it started somewhat normal considering he is always one second away from loosing it around you. books get stacked together and sorted by author and series. apparently it's a system, at least that what you told him when you stepped back for the 10th time to admire the aesthetic.
it makes absolutely no sense to nathan, but he doesn't complain. just offers appropriate hums and nods when you ask him if the boys of tommen series looks good next to the chestnut springs series. whatever that means.
it's not until you start asking him where the stuffed coffee cup should go that he raises a brow. "you've got more stuffies than books." it's not true, but he can't resist teasing you in his own, awkward way.
and it works—you gasp, offended but also not at all. "that's just a lie! and they add decorum anyways."
"right," he mutters, clearly unconvinced, picking up a small figure from the pile. he turns it over in his hand, frowning. "are these...naked babies?"
you immediately grab it back. "they're called sonny angels, you wouldn't get it."
"that's doesn't answer anything."
"they're cute." you pout, holding a baby dressed like a strawberry up to your cheek.
nathan has to swallow back his initial reaction. because you look so fucking cute, all pouty and big eyed like the baby figurine you're holding. instead of leaning down and kissing the pout off your mouth though, he just plucks the figurine out of your hand.
"they're weird." he muses, turning it and flipping it over. his frown deepens when he sees it's actually fucking naked.
"they're collectible," you correct, snatching it right back and then placing it carefully on the shelf in front of some brightly coloured books.
for a moment, it's like his body forgets that you're you—the biggest infatuation of his mind, and the blood pumping through his veins. the reason he considers forgetting his entire moral system.
nathan smiles behind your back. before he gets too distracted looking at your pink painted toenails or the exposed nape of your neck, he reaches for another book apart of one of the many stacks sitting on the rug.
you watch him over your shoulder as he flips it, scanning the back. "what are these about?"
"romance."
he glances up. "all of them?"
you shrug and take it from it. "mostly."
there's a pause—one of those quiet, suspended moments where you can practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrow just slightly, like he's trying to piece something together, and then—"...do they have... sex stuff in them?" he asks, the question coming out slower than expected, cautious in a way that almost feels studied.
you freeze. just for a second. and then the realization hits in a blinding flash. a slow, dangerous grin spreads across your face—bright, delighted, a little bit wicked.
nathan sees it happen in real time, and immediately regrets everything.
"oh my god," you breathe, like you've just uncovered something priceless, waving the book between you like a toy.
"what?" he mutters, defensive already, even though he's not entirely sure why.
"you don't know?"
"I didn't say I don't know."
"but you asked."
"I was asking like—generally," he insists, crossing his giant arms like that somehow solidifies his point.
"yeah," you nod, already turning toward the shelf, fingers skimming over the spines like you're browsing for something specific now. "they do."
nathan watches you, dread settling low in his stomach as he clocks the way you're enjoying this. "don't—"
but the protest comes too late because you've already pulled a different book free, flipping it open with an ease that suggests you've done it a million times. your thumb slides along the pages, scanning quickly, eyes darting—and then you stop, whole face lighting up.
"oh, this is a good one," you say, barely containing your excitement.
"don't read it out loud."
you clear your throat dramatically anyway, because of course you're not going to listen. nathan's stomach already feels tightly coiled, and he exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "seriously—"
you start reading, way too happy. "his tongue licks up her dripping folds, lapping up her sweet and sticky arousal," you quote, unaffected as you continue. every word lands clearly, every implication slipping into the space between you, every line getting a little more suggestive, a little more pointed the longer you go.
nathan goes still at first. like if he doesn't react, it won't register to the part of brain that controls his dick. then he stiffens—subtly, but noticeably—because obviously he's getting hard. how can he not when the girl of his dress is reading him porn. her own book with porn!
so he gets busy. very deliberately busy. he reaches for a stack of books beside him, shifts them, straightens them, picks one up just to put it back down again. his movements are controlled, purposeful—but his ears are turning red now.
then quickly the color spreads, creeping down the back of his neck.
and you notice of course, because now you're giggling, making your voice wavers like you're trying not to. you keep going, dragging out a line just a little longer than necessary. "and as he pushes his rock hard length into her tiny entrance, they both let our guttural sounds."
"okay," nathan cuts in finally, sharper than he means it to be.
but you don't stop because that's just not in you're nature. because you're enjoying this.
you push through another sentence, then another, eyes flicking up just in time to catch the exact moment it clicks for him—that you're not stopping.
"you're unbelievable," he mutters, but there's no real bite to it. just tension. something tight and coiled underneath.
you snap the book shut with a soft thud, grinning up at him like you've just won something. you eye his flush. "oh, you loved that."
"I didn't."
"you so did." you move closer, and he swallows. "maybe you've just found your new favourite form of porn."
"I don't..." he stops himself, laughing once. "you're so—"
"you're blushing." you snicker, poking his cheek.
"i'm not."
"you are," you insist, stepping even closer—enough to close some of the space between you. enough that he has to look down slightly to meet your eyes. "it's cute."
and that doesn't something, deep in his stomach. right between his ribs. everywhere. nathan mackinnon feels those two words, and the way you’re gazing up at him, everywhere.
his jaw tightens, shoulders shifting like he's trying to reset himself—like he's trying very hard to stay in control of whatever is happening.
"put the books away," he says instead, voice lower than possible.
you hum, clearly pleased with yourself, turning back to the shelf. your fingers trail along the spines again, slower this time, like you're considering your next move. but you're still smiling.
mostly because you can feel his eyes on you, tracking every step. and he doesn't even care that you're aware. he's not avoiding, or trying to distract himself from your smile or scent. instead, nathan is basking in it all.
he steps towards you without thinking just as you reach for another book with the cartoon cover—how can something so innocent be so filthy, nathan wonders.
you didn't hear him move, but suddenly he's right there, just behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the faint brush of his arm near yours. and your breath catches—just slightly.
slowly, you turn your head, and find he's already looking at you. the air has shifted now, and not just because of the smutty words exchanged between you. it's because of your proximity. proximity that for the first time since you've met, he’s initiated.
your hand is still on the book, but you've forgotten about it entirely now.
his gaze drops—just briefly—to your mouth, and then back up again. it's subtle enough, but also not at all because he's physically unable to hold himself accountable anymore.
obviously you catch it, because how could you not? your heart stutters, just once. "what?" you murmur, soft like the teasing edge has slipped into something else entirely.
he doesn't answer right away. instead, his eyes search your face, like he's trying to decide something. like he's right on the edge of it—the edge of really doing it this time.
you don't move. don't breathe. don't dare break whatever this is.
nathan lifts his hand, a little hesitant, then settles it lightly against the shelf beside your head, caging you in without quite touching you.
your lips part slightly, anticipation curling low in your stomach, your pulse loud in your ears as he inches closer. is this it? is the moment that, unbeknownst to everyone else including nate, you've also been wanting. needing.
but then—he huffs out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh, and shakes his head just slightly as he pulls back. nathan pushes off the shelf, "we should finish up."
you blink, still caught halfway in the moment. your body a step behind your brain. you watch as he turns away, picking up a stack of dark romance books you've never read because they kind of scares you.
you take them from his hands. the knowing look in your gaze shouldn't surprise him, but it does. "you were gonna kiss me," you state, narrowing your eyes at him.
despite the blush that's been adorning his face for the greater part of the evening, nathan pales.
"I wasn't."
"you were."
"I wasn't."
you stare at him for a beat and then grin. and that's when nathan knows he's ultimately screwed. instead of doing what he should—throw those books to the floor, grab your face and kiss you until you're both dizzy—he’s backing down. he's incapable of committing to you. because he can't no matter how badly he wants to.
instead, he scoffs, not looking at you now. he reaches past you to grab the book from your hand and shove it back onto the shelf.
"put. the books. away." nathan reiterates.
you just laugh softly, leaning back just a little. still entirely too close for his hearts sake. "yeah," you murmur. "okay."
you don't let it get awkward. in all honesty, you pretty much allow the space for nathan to forget it even happened. which he can't decide if he hates or not yet. easy conversation flows between you as you finish putting away all your books and trinkets, and soon enough, the red hue leaves his cheeks and everything goes back to how it was.
nathan watching wishfully from a distance and you pretending you don't realize.
—
cale makar
to nathan mackinnon
heard you helped my sister build her bookshelves. and apparently she read to you? whatever that means
cale makar
to nathan mackinnon
bro you're so whipped
PART FOUR: a love like that
by the time 7:30 rolls around, the movie night you planned with your friends seems to be unraveling. on your phone screen, a list of sorry's and babe i'm gunna have to reschedule's sit. ashley can't come cause nylah is running a fever, and when one kid gets sick, so do the others, meaning melissa and gabe are also out. and tracy got her dates mixed up, and she has to be up early for a flight, so there goes that. cale said he'd come, but you waved him off.
now you sit cross legged in the middle of your couch, staring at the wall like it might change everything. you're not mad per say, it's just—you bought all the good snacks and wine and we're gunna order a pizza and just chill.
but now you're alone, lights dimmed just right, throw blankets ready for people who won't be occupying them, and a big glass of wine you've already polished off.
fuck, you even vacuumed. which is crazy.
"i'm so tragic," you groan to yourself as you flop back against the cushions dramatically. the tv glows painterly across from you, sitting on the netflix home page.
you can't help but sigh wistfully and reach for another slug of wine, this time right from the bottle. once again, you're not mad, but you've just been looking forward to it all day and ugh! for the first time ever, you're feeling truly upset you don't have a husband and family like your friends do.
it's just you and your snacks and wine.
you're mid tying your hair back when a knock sounds at the door. and for a moment, you freeze. because who changed there mind? who's kid miraculously got better?
wait.
the sound comes again, softer this time, like whoever's out there knows you're home. and remembering who you invited know, you know there's one person who didn't cancel—one who would never.
you're off the couch in seconds, nearly tripping over one of your carefully placed blankets on the way before you yank the door open—and there he is.
nathan is standing there like he belongs on your doorstop, a soft blush on his cheeks like he's remembering exactly what happened last time he was in your place. you let your eyes briefly wander over his outfit—a dark hoodie and sweats. he looks comfy and ready for a movie. and maybe it's because you thought everything went into the toilet tonight, but the idea that he came prepared makes your heart swell.
you're completely at odds with the way your brain short circuits for a second. "you came," you say after a beat, a little breathless.
and knowing nothing about the evening besides everyone getting together for a movie, he just looks down at you like that's a strange thing to say. "I said I would."
"I know, but—" you wave a hand vaguely, stepping aside to let him in. "everyone else canceled."
"oh." he hums, almost freezing at the revelation that you're about to be alone. together. again. thankfully, he manages to move his cement filled feet and slip off his shoes—without being asked, of course.
and then he's moving like he knows the space, which is a way he does. h nathan walks into the living room, huffing what sounds like a laugh as he looks over your snack filled coffee table.
you follow. "you don't have to stay."
but much to your surprise, he just shrugs, easy, like it's nothing. "It's fine."
something warm and steady settles under your ribs. "okay," you say, breezing past his ridged body to plop back into your favourite spot. middle cushion, duh. you purse your lips and look up at him, "then you're stuck with me."
he glances between you and the cushion next to you warily before settling down beside you. thigh pressing into yours, arm too. it's nice. he's nice. and warm and big and smells like a clean shower.
your grab a blanket to distract yourself from like, grabbing him.
"what are we watching?" he asks.
the grin you give him is involuntary. "it was going to be that new action movie, but know that it's just us...i'm thinking something more, light hearted."
nathan exhales through his nose, already bracing. "what?"
"10 things I hate about you, obviously. you said you've never seen it," you tell him, pointing at him with the remote like you've just caught him in something incriminating. "it's perfect."
"perfect for who?"
"for me," you reply shamelessly.
he snickers under his breath, but there's no real bite. only adoration.
the movie starts, filling the room with familiar dialogue and the soft glow of shifting scenes. instantly, you're locked in—quoting under your breath, reacting before things happen, occasionally glancing over to gauge his response like it's a test.
at first, nathan doesn't give anything away. arms crossed loosely, posture relaxed but not fully sunk into the couch. eyes on the screen in that deliberate, observant way—like he's studying it instead of watching it.
"you're analyzing it," you accuse quietly about 30 minutes in.
he looks over at you, momentarily dazed at how you look under the glow from the tv. "i'm watching it."
you only laugh, nudge him once and then return to your attention back to the screen. but nathan? he lets his gaze linger on your profile for a moment longer than he should.
it's not soon after you pause the movie because you're hungry. nathan's immediate reaction is to make a comment about the food on the table, in which you respond with a almost slurred need for pizza. he orders it on his phone because you get distracted explaining a scene that hasn't even happened yet.
the door bell rings soon after because he paid extra for express delivery. he also gets up before you can even blink, which is just hot for no reason.
when he walks back into your living space, holding a pizza box in just one hand, the smell of warmth and grease and saucy immediately invades your senses.
"ohmygod," you exclaim so quick it all blends together into one word, "smells like sex."
he shoots you an amused look as he puts down the box next to the wine bottle and the untouched popcorn, but you don't notice because you're too busy flipping open the cardboard lid and sniffing like a mad woman.
"dinner," he says before sitting back down.
you grab a slice and it hits your wrist, which only makes your mouth water. nathan raises a brow as your eyes meet, but instead of answering with words you just take a messy bite—grease and sauce smearing on your cheek.
"you having some?" you ask him through a mouthful.
he shrugs, "I don't eat that stuff during the season."
"boooooo!" you chant until he laughs. but you're not done being a slim, because you dance the slice in his direction, as if trying to tempt him. it doesn't. "don't think about it," you tell him, mouth still unattractively full. "just experience joy."
he pushes your hand away. "I experience joy."
"you observe joy from a distance," you correct, eyebrow quirked knowingly. "do it for my shit movie night."
nathan sighs, a little reserved, but when your pleading eyes don't waver, he's already got his mind made up. there's a long second where he just looks at you, but then—like he's making a conscious decision to ruin his own reputation—he reaches forward and grabs a slice.
a slow grin covers your face as you chew, and before you can think otherwise, you grab your phone and start recording. because this is like, unheard of.
"oh my god, is nathan mackinnon about to eat something with grease?" you whisper dramatically, camera pointed at him.
he pauses, looking between your eyes and the lens. "put your phone down." he says, but he's already grinning.
"no, I have to record this for the future. this is gold."
"oh my god."
you grin, unwavering, holding your ground.
nathan takes a bite then, because it'll make you happy. he chews thoughtfully, enjoying the flavour, because let's be honest, it's been so long since he's eaten something this unhealthy.
and you gasp. naturally.
he keeps chews, expression carefully blank, but you can see it—the flicker, and the split second shift when he realizes grease can be good.
"say something," you urge quietly.
"i'm not saying anything."
"you love it."
"I didn't say that."
"you love it." you beam, "admit it. grease is fucking delicious. maybe not for the gut, but for the soul."
nathan exhales something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh as he drags a hand down his face. "you're so stupid." but he says it with so much softness that you want to kiss him.
you eat almost half the pizza, and nathan only manages to polish off one slice. but you'll take it. the movie keeps playing, beating the climax of the plot.
you've shifted closer to him without realizing it—if that was even possible. the blanket you'd been using has somehow started to spill onto his lap, and your shoulder is practically in his armpit. your legs are tucked under you now, angled slightly toward him, like your body's made the decision before your brain has.
and nathan doesn't move because of he wouldn't dream of it.
the sven plays out, and instinctively you turn to look at nathan, wanting to catch his reaction. but when you do, you find him already looking at you.
the moment stretches like molasses. the movie plays on, familiar lines and voices filling the room, but it all fades—background noise to something quieter and fragile. because neither of you look away.
"watch the movie," he says quietly.
"you're not watching it."
"I am."
"you're not." you challenge, voice barley above a whisper.
the only answer he can manage is to look back at the movie, but it says enough.
when the movie ends and the familiar credits roll, it's probably late enough for it to be concerning. you're both completely sunk into the couch, and you've toed the pizz box away so nathan has somewhere to rest his sock covered feet.
"...I want that," you murmur suddenly—wishfully—almost to yourself.
nathan's attention shifts immediately. he lazily looks over at you. "want what?"
you don't meet his gaze right away. for a beat, your attention stays on the screen, following the moment as it unfolds. "love," you clarify, quieter now. "I want a love like that."
you're not sure why you tell him that. but it's the kind of honesty that slips out when you're comfortable. when your guard is down. when you're not thinking about how it sounds. and maybe it's lingering longing from earlier about feeling alone, or maybe it's something else entirely.
it's all the same when you watch nathan go still. it's subtle enough, but you're still pressed together, so even if it was just a hitched breath, you would've felt it.
he holds your gaze. his hand, resting near yours on the couch over the throw, flexes once—like he's about to reach for you but can't quite get there.
"you will."
your voice goes soft. "you think so?"
nathan swallows down the lump in his throat. he could say it then. tell you, right here. right now. tell you that he knows you'll get a love like that, because he already feels that way for you, and whether you know it or not, you have it.
and just for a second, the admission is on the tip of his tongue.
and you can see it. clear as anything. it's in the way his expression changes, and in the way something deeper pushes past the usual control he keeps locked in place.
his gaze drops briefly to your mouth, then back to your eyes, like he's weighing something, like he's standing right on the edge of it.
"I—" but he stops, words hanging in the space between you like a vice.
your heart stutters with disappointment.
nathan exhales as every fear and doubt about telling you how he feels climbs up his throat. no matter how badly he wants to say it, he can't risk it. can't risk the possibility of loosing you.
the moment folds back in on itself, the walls snapping back into place like they were never down to begin with.
"you will," nathan says instead, quieter this time, like he's settling on something safer. "you deserve that."
not knowing what to say without telling him exactly how you feel about another failed kiss, you just study for a moment. and as you do, underneath the shadows cast from the tv and the hard exterior he blankets his face with, you can see there something there. making him hold back.
"okay," you say finally, just as soft.
he doesn't stay much longer after that. muttering I should go while the credits nears the end—because you'd been too dazed to stop them from rolling—already standing from the couch and leaving you feeling cold. and you had just nodded, and instead of asking him a million questions like you want to, you walk him to the door.
there's a moment there—of course there is—where you both linger a second too long. nathan's hand brushes yours as he reaches for his shoes. your breath catches for no good reason. and he looks at you like he's about to say something again. but you already know he won't.
"thanks for coming," you mumbled, leaning against the wall.
he pauses, and then—"goodnight y/n."
the second the door closes behind him, it all hits you. from the moment you met all those summers ago with the season looming around you, to all the barbecues and birthdays and every quiet moment in between.
you stand there for a moment, staring at nothing, back against the door now—the quiet of your apartment pressing in loud.
what the hell was that?
you replay it instantly—the couch, the way nathan looked at you, the almost. the very obvious, very real almost. the way he started to say something and then didn't. the way his eyes dropped to your mouth like—god.
why didn't he kiss you?
It wasn't just in your head, you think you know that much. because It couldn't have been. because if you felt it—he felt it. that kind of moment doesn't just happen for no reason. people don't look at each other like that and then just...leave like it's another day accomplished.
unless you've read everything wrong. because maybe this entire time you thought you've discovered who the enigma that is nathan mackinnon, and what makes him tick. but maybe—just maybe—you've been mistaking every snear for a smile. every awkward laugh as a pleased one.
your stomach twists at the idea that you've been sitting here for years building something up that was never actually there in the first place.
"no," you mutter, grabbing your phone, pacing once across your living room before turning sharply back. "no, i'm not doing this."
it won't be another night of wondering. not another week of overanalyzing every look, every word, every almost until you drive yourself crazy. if you've been wrong, you need to know now.
if he's going to confuse you—whether it was accidental or on purpose or you're just going crazy—he can deal with the consequences.
"okay," you say to yourself, already pulling on your shoes, barely even thinking about it. "fine. great. perfect."
and then you do something any slightly insane girl would do—call and uber and give him nathan's address.
—
by the time you're standing outside his place, your heart is beating so hard it feels ridiculous. because this is insane. you know that. but you also know you're not one to brush this kind of shit under the rug, if there's something that needs to be said, you're ready to hear it. no more pussy footing around.
you knock before you can overthink it. and then you're immediately holding your breath, panicking while your hand is frozen in place mid air.
then the door opens.
nathan blinks in surprise, obviously not expecting to see you all things considered, hair slightly messier than before, hoodie swapped for a t shirt now. he looks soft, but also more off-guard than you've maybe ever seen him.
"y/n? are you okay? what are you doing here?"
his eyes roam over you, looking for injuries or an answer you haven't given him. he steps out into the porch, eliminating a foot of space between you.
you don't give yourself time to hesitate, words coming out firmer than you intended. "do you hate me or something?"
his brows pull together immediately. "what?"
"I mean," you huff a laugh, hands slapping the sides of your thighs as you drop them, "I thought you liked me. I thought that I made you nervous or something—but it's been years and i'm starting to think I got the wrong impression."
he just stares at you for a second, like his brain is trying to catch up to the fact that you're here. now. saying this. because how could you ever think that? sure, nathan thinks, he has never been forthcoming with your about his feelings, but he's sure he's never given the impression that he hates you. right?
"do you...want to come inside?"
you blink. "do you want me to come inside?"
a beat. he swallows, fingers twitching like he's trying not to touch you. "yes. I do."
your chest tightens, even though you're trying to remain neutral. you tilt your chin up, "then yes."
nathan steps back without another word, gesturing for you to go ahead.
you walk past him, heart in your throat, door clicking shut behind you with a finality that makes everything feel suddenly, terrifyingly real.
there's a moment of silence. mostly because you don't have a plan and you're already regretting it.
"I don't hate you, y/n."
you turn to face him, arms crossed like a shield. "no?"
he shakes his head, stepping a little closer, voice quieter now. "never."
the word lands between you, steady and certain, and it does nothing to calm the way your chest is rising and falling like you've just run all the way here instead of taking an uber.
"okay," you breathe, but it comes out thinner than you mean it to. "then you can't just—" you gesture vaguely between the two of you, frustration bleeding through now that you're here, now that you've started, "—do that and then leave."
his brow furrows. "do what?"
"you know what," you insist, stepping closer without really deciding to. "the couch. the looking at me like you were about to—" you cut yourself off, exhaling sharply. "you almost said something."
and based off the look in your gaze, nathan knows you don't just mean tonight. his jaw tightens slightly. "I didn't."
"you did. you do," you push. "and then you just...shut it down. like always."
"that's not—"
"It is," you interrupt, softer now but more certain. "you get right up to the edge of something real and then you just—pull back. like it doesn't even matter."
"It does matter," he says immediately, stepping closer.
"then why have you never kissed me?"
at that, the room goes silent. your breath catches, eyes never leaving his. there's no taking it back. not that you would, but the idea is almost suffocating. alan or as much as the way he's looking at you.
his eyes bore into yours—like the question physically hit him. like he wasn't expecting you to say it out loud even though it's been sitting there for god knows how long now, obvious and unavoidable.
your heart is pounding, loud enough you're sure he can hear it. "well?" you press.
he exhales slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, pacing once like he needs the movement just to think. "it's not that simple."
"then explain it to me," you fire back. "because for me, it is."
the quick pace he'd been doing comes to a stop as his eyes meet yours again. there's something less guarded about his gaze now, but it comes with a rise of concern. "you want me to be honest?" he asks.
your stomach flips and then flips again—because like usual, you're not sure what to expect from him. "yeah," you swallow, nervous, and continue, "I came all the way here, didn't I?"
a beat passes between you, and then he takes a step closer. "I didn't kiss you," nathan says, voice low, and rough around the edges, "because if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop." the air leaves your lungs as he continues, "and I don't trust myself to do that halfway. I can do that with you."
"why not?" your pulse stutters, heat rushing up your neck.
"because it won't be just a kiss for me," he admits. and as he continues, a weight begins to ease off his rigid shoulders. "It wouldn't be something I could just walk away from after. It wouldn't be something I could pretend didn't change everything. because for me it would be more."
you swallow. "and that's a bad thing?"
"yes," nathan says—too quickly and it makes you flinch. at that, his expression shifts immediately—because he doesn't mean it that way. he could never.
"no," he corrects, softer. "not bad. just—" he exhales, frustrated now, searching for words he clearly doesn't like having to say out loud. "complicated."
"complicated how?" you almost whine, defeat weighing on you now. and it hits nathan right in the gut—because how can he make you understand when he barley knows himself.
"you're—" nathan stops himself after a pause, then shakes his head once like he's trying to recalibrate. "you matter too much."
"that doesn't make any sense."
he moves towards you, stopping so close that you're almost pressed together. "It does to me." he admits, voice so quiet it's almost impossible to register.
"then help me understand," you say, meeting his gaze as you take that final sliver of space and crush it. chest to chest. "because right now it just sounds like you're scared of something that hasn't even happened."
"I'm not scared," he snaps, automatic, that media trained side of the best atheist in the world coming to the surface. it makes your raise almost a playful yet knowing brow. nathan huffs, quieter this time. "okay. maybe I am."
you soften, just a little. "of me?"
his gaze drops to your mouth again—quicker this time, like he doesn't mean to, like it's instinct. maybe it is. "of what happens if I let myself have you."
that does it. you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of your mouth. because hearing that has everything in your chest just—clicking into place.
"nate," you start, placing your palm on his stomach. "the only things what happen is that i'd let you."
nathan blinks at you like he's fighting something—like every instinct he has is telling him to hold the line, to keep things where they are, safe and controlled and unchanged. but he's losing. you can see it.
"y/n—"
"tell me you don't want to kiss me," you interrupt him gently.
there's a choking, thick beat before he closes the small distance left between you, one hand coming up—hesitant for only a fraction of a second before it settles at your jaw, thumb brushing lightly along your cheek like he's testing something fragile.
"I can't tell you that because it wouldn't be true."
your nose brushes his, a smile beginning to take its way over your face. "so maybe you should stop lying to yourself...and just let this happen."
"yeah," he says, voice dipping lower as he finally closes that distance and kisses you. it's not tentative, or unsure. it's everything he's been holding back all this time. yet it's controlled, but only barely, like he's still trying to keep a grip on it even as it slips.
nathan's hand tightens just slightly against your jaw, tilting your head as he pulls you closer—he's been thinking about this for a long time, and he's finally giving himself permission.
your hands bunches in his shirt without thinking, gripping, grounding, and pulling him in like you're afraid he might disappear if you don't.
but he doesn't, because of course he doesn't.
if anything, he deepens it—just a fraction. just enough to make your head spin. just enough to prove his point of you being more to him than just this.
when nathan pulls back, it's only far enough to properly peer down at you. breathing uneven, and forehead almost brushing yours.
"that's why," he says quietly.
and you don't have to ask him to explain.
PART FIVE: the kat stratford ending
1 year later
you're wedged into the corner of cale's sectional that's definitely too small for the number of bodies currently occupying it, one of nathan's hoodies swallowing your hands, socked feet tucked under his thigh like it's second nature.
because now, it is.
the tv is on, but no one's really watching it. someone—probably mikko—has the remote, flipping channels with zero commitment while a half finished debate about something stupid unfolds in the background.
nathan's barley paying attention, to be honest. he's beside you, an arm slung across the back of the couch, fingers idly tracing patterns against your shoulder like he doesn't even realize he's doing it. every so often, his thumb will hook into the fabric of your sleeve, tugging you just a little closer without looking.
this close, he can smell that citrusy sweetness that used to haunt him. now, he craves it more than anything. nose brushing against your head as if trying to find the source.
a year ago, this would've short circuited his brain. you lean deeper into him, humming contently as you drop your head back to look at him.
"you're not even listening," you murmur, smiling.
"I am," he says automatically, but there's a familiar twinkle in his eyes that tells you he's totally lying.
"you're not."
"I know exactly what's happening," he insists.
"okay," you hum, amused. "then what are they arguing about?"
that has him pausing before taking a very educated guess. "hockey?" you just stare at him, brow quirked, and nathan shrugs, pressing his lips to your temple. not a kiss, just an absentminded brush. tender.
"that's usually a safe option." nathan says.
you huff a laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. his hand slides down your arm in response, settling warm and steady at your elbow.
across the room, your brother is watching. which is never a good sign because he likes to annoy you at the best of time. he leans back in his chair, eyes moving between the two of you with the kind of slow, knowing look that immediately makes you suspicious.
"what?" you ask in a way only a sibling could, narrowing your eyes.
he shrugs, way too casual. "nothing."
"that's not a nothing face."
he almost scoffs, "it's absolutely a nothing face."
"It's not," you say flatly. "you're about to say something annoying."
"I'm just saying," he starts, already grinning and you groan out a here we go. cale continues, "this is exactly how I pictured it."
nathan's hand stills slightly against your arm as he listens in.
you blink. "what is?"
"this," he repeats, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "you. him. the whole—" he waves again, like the concept is too obvious to need words. "being in love thing."
in the past year, your relationship with nathan grew into something he used to have doubts about. being with each other has been easy and undeniable. he's still steady and guarded, while you're definitely still too bubbly to digest. but instead of how he feared that would pull you apart, it's made you both blossom.
whatever the odds felt like at the start, the two of you were always going to make sense. thinking about it now, nathan almost feels stupid for thinking your lack in similarities would be your demise.
mikko, from the other end of the couch, snorts. "took you guys long enough anyways."
now it's nathan turning to look. "excuse me?"
"I'm just being honest," the finland native muses, holding his hands up like he's not about to stir the pot anyway. "we all knew."
"you did not all know," nathan argues immediately.
gabe raises a brow from where he's sprawled out on the rug, luke between his thighs playing with a toy. "we absolutely did."
"no, you didn't," you say now, looking between all of them—which now includes mel, tracy and susanna who are nodding along knowingly. traitors. you practically squawk, "because if you did, someone could've maybe said something instead of letting me think I was insane for—" you cut yourself off, gesturing vaguely. "—for years."
"you were just as bad as each other," your sister in law speaks up, sending you a sheepish smile when you send her a baffled look. "we were just letting you two figure it out."
gabe hums, "don't lie tracy," the blonde directs his attention towards you then, "if it's any consolation, y/n, nathan was like immensely worse."
your boyfriend sits up. "hey, I wasn't that bad."
"you used to run away when she walked into a room."
melissa snorts, "one time you texted me trying to figure out what perfume she wears."
"you held her hair back when she puked."
"you built her a bookshelf dude."
"alright," nathan grumbles, cutting of his friends attack. but there's no bite there.
across the room, someone says something else because they can't help themselves from bugging you. mikko argues, cale throws a cushion at him, and the tv keeps playing something no one's watching—
But here, in this small space carved out between all of it nathan leans down just enough to press another quick kiss to your temple.
absentminded and certain. like it was always going to end up this way.
summary: yn yln a renowned designer became a part of the avs clan back in the day. what now when her boyfriend mikko is no longer her boyfriend and additionally is a stars player? we shall see
a/n: ngl the stars are not my circus so the story is based on avs players (sorry not sorry). some grammatical errors probably, not proofread. my fav trope in action - enjoy !!!
if your ex is hot and blond(e) - go get em tiger
fr_yln
fr_yln out n celebrating
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tysonbarrie4 Do you want a
fr_yln no thx i'll pass
tysonbarrie4 But you don't even know
fr_yln i'll pass.
charlottewalker wow what a nice pics
fr_yln yours are defo better
mel.landeskog finally the band got back together
fr_yln 💃👯♀️
fr_yln we say thank u char
fr_yln or maybe her other half ??
mackinnon29 no problem
mel.landeskog yep you ruined it
natemack29 oh my lorddddd pls tell me i have a chance with her
alexnewhook_ so much celebrating
fr_yln 2022 all over again
dallasbeauties mikko just died i think
veggiemakar unfollow in 3...2...1...
fr_yln
fr_yln forza ferrari e vamos carlos
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maxavs no im not jealous not jealous at alL
ynbrother rlly??? not even one (1) pic from rb
fr_yln if you would be working for ferrari then there would be plenty
redbullracing ouch
alexandrasaintmleux you have to visit more often
charlesleclerc you don't have to
fr_yln booking flights as we speak
charlesleclerc everybody wanna steal my girl
fr_yln 1d won't help you
rebeccadonaldson 💍💍💍
ynbrother name 3 charles leclerc's songs
fr_yln seb has instagram ???
fr_yln srry i still have trauma
ynbother foul
rant_anen i would sell my soul for her life
tysonbarrie4 Would they like a couple of Chilly Ones ?
fr_yln tyson i swear
ynbrother alr got em
fr_yln
fr_yln omg is that...emma maltais ??? no way
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emmamaltais17 omg hi hello
emmamaltais17 fancy seeing you here
natemack29 shut the front door
fr_yln lizzie you know you can swear right?
natemack29 shut the FUCK up
thepwhlofficial two barbies 🧚♀️
veggiemakar i want more of this duo plssss
pwhl_sceptres don't we all
pwhl_sceptres can admin be next??? pretty please
fr_yln duh
fr_yln check dm's
landeskog.92 can i get one too
6erikjohnson6 Count me in!
6erikjohnson6 Let's do a couple's photoshoot
landeskog.92 deal
fr_yln what
6erikjohnson6
6erikjohnson6 Cheers to October's crackheads, each next is worse
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fr_yln what the hell
fr_yln when did you take them
fr_yln it was like ages ago
6erikjohnson6 Last pic is dated 2019
calemakar_ oh geez
fr_yln old man went crazy
calemakar_ he's messy
rant_anen THE LAST PIC???? ERIK YOU ARE TRULY SOMETHING
veggiemakar RIGHT??? i need to know whose idea it was, my money is on cale tbh...
maxavs he saw us wondering and said bitch me too
cradnec the superior
6erikjohnson6 Octo babies
fr_yln yeah we know you're old
cradnec not everyone can be one of the elders :(
6erikjohnson6 That's straight up bullying
calemakar_ don't you have a nap to take ?
natemack29 guys guys quiet or you'll scare them off...
fr_yln
fr_yln a whole year smarter (me! not sure about the rest of 'em)
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joshmanson42 what a mess
fr_yln mess is you on the dancefloor
6erikjohnson6 You guys are crazy
fr_yln remind me whose idea it was ?
veggiemakar that was...unexpected
maxavs HOLY SHIT GIVE ME THE GUEST LIST
charlottewalker missed that
mel.landeskog one for the books for sure
newyyy let me in plssss, can i be your friend pls pls
fr_yln for sure, lets be friends!
mackinnon29 the finnish duo is a sight to see
fr_yln char can i borrow him for a sec
charlottewalker alr yelled at him, your turn
cradnec
cradnec
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6erikjohnson6 No caption wow so mysterious
arainumos craaaazy
mackinnon29 and he wont get yelled at ?
charlottewalker sweetie now its not the time
alexnewhook_ so YOU stole the hat
cradnec its mine
rant_anen everybody stay calm
dallasbeauties if thats what it takes for mikko to be back on track... do it
6erikjohnson6
6erikjohnson6 Heard 2026 is the new 2016 👀
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fr_yln what a stud in the second pic
tysonbarrie4 geez thanks yn
cradnec almost crashed
6erikjohnson6 Who sane would let a rookie drive
fr_yln you are INsane so that checks
6erikjohnson6 you're overreacting
fr_yln i saw heavens gates opening
cradnec it wasn't THAT bad
calemakar_ beauties
landeskog.92 and erik
calemakar_ you said it man
fr_yln
fr_yln firsts of '26
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mel.landeskog girl its almost febuary
fr_yln the happy know no hours or whatever
newyyy what are we reading rn?
fr_yln the secret history by donna tart 😌
newyyy oh a banger
summary: yn yln is an equipment manager for the montreal canadiens, a part of the habs family. she knows how to balance professionalism with a bit of fun. let's catch a glimpse of her life in the 25/26 season. will it bring some new experiences? we shall see
a/n: im not a fan of readers working for a team and then getting with a hockey player because being a woman in sports is already hard enough, but i did make an exception here...
a/n: that's like niche niche, but have you seen mr zachary bolduc? omg. one day he will come in without all the gel in his hair. poorly translated french (shocker), grammar errors probably, reader can't speak french. other than that - enjoy <3
ynyln_
ynyln_ and that's a wrap! the lengths i go for these boys...
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nsuzuki_37 you love us
ynyln_ don't have a choice
colecaufield side hustle in the making
arberxhekaj_ what's the last pic
ynyln_ cat's out of the bag im your new winger
_slafkovsky_ oh damn
mmatheson19 Hudson already misses his favourite tape-girl
ynyln_ and i miss my tough helper <3
ynyln_
ynyln_ summer lovin'
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arberxhekaj_ cute 3rd, didn't know you have a sister
ynyln_ that's gally can't you see ?
ynsister thx arber appreciate it
mtladmin bangerrrrr
montembeault.samuel learn your french
ynyln_ i tried!!! can we just speak italian pls
montembeault.samuel mhm no
ynyln_ i will refrain from further comments
4doby4 lookin good
colecaufield she skates she takes pics what's next
_slafkovsky_ she really will be the new winger
kguhle21 focus we have something to win this year
ynyln_ pardon me mr
caitlinfitzgeraldd my sweetest
ynyln_ i love you
canadiensmtl
canadiensmtl Zack Bolduc conservera son numéro ❗️
Zack Bolduc's riding with 76
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colecaufield let's gooo
arberxhekaj_ oh no he's a winger yn yn yn
ynyln_ shut your mouth
_slafkovsky_ we are saved
ynyln_ revoking your privleges as we speak
ynyln_ welcome to the team! hope you'll enjoy the ride
zack_bolduc merci, it already feels nice
ynyln_
ynyln_ the kid was claimed by kirby and the new guy is settling in
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kguhle21 where's lane
ynyln_ he ran off when he got his gloves :(((( not noice
habsmylife zack looks so good in bleu blanc rouge
mtladmin are you coming for my job
colecaufield he looks so happy to be around you
ynyln_ would you look at that ! your new skates got lost
arberxhekaj_ BOLDUUUC
123habs yn any photos of cole or slaf?
ynyln_ they're on my dtm list so unfortunately no :(
arberxhekaj_ looosers
zack_bolduc je suis trop content
montembeault.samuel she'll have to translate it, french is too much for her
zack_bolduc oh ok then - it's so good
ynyln_ monty i will do bad things to you
montembeault.samuel you're welcome
ynyln_
ynyln_ got some game ft tiguidou's & powerpuff girls
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kguhle21 dont let her fool you shes not that great at golf
ynyln_ says you
mtladmin date???
ynyln_ with you always
arberxhekaj_ powerpuff girls
ynyln_ you're the green one
arberxhekaj_ powerpuff girls !
montembeault.samuel sérieux ? hit the books rn
ynyln_ i physically cannot
montembeault.samuel we're doomed
zack_bolduc monty for the win
ynyln_ the talent the passion the ambition = masterpiece
zack_bolduc magnifique 👌
montembeault.samuel stop it
colecaufield oh how the tables have turned
kaidenzzz oh wow she's stunning
mrsaturdaynight zack making it twice in a row to the post #trueprincess
zack_bolduc
zack_bolduc doing alright
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slafgoatsky fyi BOLDUUUUC is my new vocal stim
ynyln_ you're hot???
ynyln_ NOT*
ynyln_ YOU'RE NOT
zack_bolduc not hot? ouch
jakeevans18 busted
ynyln_ monty give me that damn textbook
lainer yn sending you my thoughts and prayers
4doby4 dinner?
arberxhekaj_ good good great
ynyln_
ynyln_ merry christmas please do call
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colecaufield wheres the 1st pic @
ynyln_ cousins' walk
colecaufield you mean smoke break
ynyln_ delete
cousin1 where's the annual skate pic
ynyln_ annual skate my ass
cousin2 pls tell arber i love him
ynyln_ over my dead body
arberxhekaj yn don't be rude
caitlinnsuzuki dinner asap
blessmontreal who dat in the baaack
ynyln_ nope we're not doing this
ynyln_ ITS MY BROTHER
ynyln_ absolutely not
ynbrother hi! nice to meet you
cousin3 ladies im free
cousin5 ladies and gentelmen my dms are open
ynyln_ omg somebody save me from this misery
mrsaturdaynight I SEE THAT SID POSTER ON THE WALL
ynbrother we are canada down
ilovequebec her cousins fishing in the comments help
zack_bolduc it's still crooked
ynyln_ it is NOT
cousin2 see i told you
kaidenzzz our girlie is yearning too
ynyln_ aren't we all
slafgoatsky did they call you ???
ynyln_ ;)
ynyln_
ynyln_ jan <3
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ilovequebec queen knows ball
laurastacey7 finally !!!
_slafkovsky_ no way she's actually working??/
ynyln_ blocking you as we speaK
mrsaturdaynight i love her friendship with mtladmin
kaidenzzz would i get the same texts from mtladmin if i would be working for the habs? genuine question
123habs friendship goals
mtladmin who dares to steal my lines and use them on you
habsmylife wait what
slafgoatsky it wa- it wasn't mtladmin ?
zack_bolduc
zack_bolduc lately
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colecaufield my ears still hurt
ynyln_ my life hurts
4doby4 nice dinner
montembeault.samuel Le maître et le souverain
ynyln_ the princess of quebec
roofroof what could possibly be the context of the last pic
kdach77 the less you know the better you sleep
ynyln_
ynyln_ probably out in the wild
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bgally.11 next time im comming with you
ynyln_ don't threaten me with a good time
arberxhekaj_ i went blind
ynyln_ je m'en fous
cousin2 so so fun
ynbrother where was my invite??
ynyln_ let me think a GIRLS trip hmmm
ynbrother im telling mom
ynyln_ do it and you will be watching the games from home <3
ynbrother hope you had fun !
kguhle21 just friends my ass
zack_bolduc yeah right???
jakeevans18 silence from you boldy
123habs idk if i want to be her or be with her
caitlinnsuzuki missed you in milan
ynyln_ missed you everywhere
kaidenzzz don't tell me she's a situationship warrior
ilovequebec i would keep an eye on yn if i were nick...
ynyln_
ynyln_ p-p-p-poker face
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ynyln_ aka CASINO NIGHT
arberxhekaj_ you had no chance
bgally.11 and you no poker face
caitlinnsuzuki what an honor to be the 1st pic
caitlinnsuzuki and then they're there...
kguhle21 who
caitlinnsuzuki all of you
alex.carrier t’as pris ça quand ?
ynyln_ hein ? quelle photo ?
alex.carrier 👀
_slafkovsky_ where am i
ynyln_ you abandoned us
roofroof would you call me crazy if i said i know that hair?...
zack_bolduc pas pire pantoute
montylover who is he and does he know anything about hockey at all
ynyln_
ynyln_ trusted adults and the kids
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caitlinnsuzuki claiming you
cousin2 claim
laurastacey7 claim
pou29 claim
jordanleighlaine claim claim claim
montylover what did i do...
kaidenzzz im scared
canadiensmtl hey we claim too
mtladmin thats my girl
ynyln_ why did yo- nvm
zack_bolduc i don't claim
ynbrother the negative energy?
alexnewhook_ this is gold
123habs this is... i don't even know what to say
zack_bolduc
zack_bolduc mon cœur, is it ever casual?
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ynyln_ stop
ynyln_ im literally crying
ynyln_ arrête donc
caitlinnsuzuki she really is crying
4doby4 finally man
arberxhekaj_ if you hurt her...
bgally.11 he knows he won't :)
123habs gally the father who stepped up
colecaufield who knew this is how it would end up
_slafkovsky_ im surprised he didn't give up
zack_bolduc can we not
ynyln_ no carry on im having fun
montylover ok i can come out of hiding now
ynyln_
ynyln_ my pronouns are que/bec
alternative caption: i love you to the moon and back, would name a moon crater after you <3
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ynyln_ throwing out the gel and the shoes
kaidenzzz even to the leafs?
ynyln_ do not speak it into existence
ynyln_ know where my loyalties lie #gohabsgo
montembeault.samuel if i knew its all it takes for you to learn french...
ynyln_ what can i say, i have a great teacher
caitlinnsuzuki thx i have a new bag
nsuzuki_37 i shouldve known not to bet
ynyln_ SHOW ME
jordanleighlaine THANKUFLLY YOU DID IT
jordanleighlaine just in time for the playoff jackets
arberxhekaj_ disgusting
kguhle21 wish him luck
ynbrother mom says he has a invite for lunch
ynyln_ we will be there
ynbrother she didn't say anything about you
Hi! I really liked your goalie reader x Nathan MacKinnon media au so much. I was wondering if you could do something similar for Cale Makar and player reader with another media au? (I just love the concept of the reader also playing hockey) it’s ok if not though, I completely understand.
the only one i dream of cm8
summary: yn yln is the forward for the Montreal Victoire, ruthless on the ice swagger outside. cale makar often finds himself scoring points and...injuring his captain? (coping mechanism im so sorry) what will happen? you've guessed it - we shall see
a/u: reader once again is canadian i couldn't help myself, i love cale he's so awkward. schedule of the games is non existent and so are the logistics. possible grammar errors as usual - enjoy !
a/u: it's a bit on the shorter side as uni has been kicking my ass lately but here we go. my boy cale deserves some loving. hope anon will like it!
5yn1
5yn1 dentist said i grind in my sleep #yeehaw
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maureen_murphy YEEHAW
linaljungblom no please stop
wedgewall Such a cool experience, will be back
5yn1 yes pls your girls are lucky charms
skylarirving38 frat soul in hockey body
iloveyn those captions are somethin else
_veggie i LIVE for the celly's
montrealsbby the duality of woman
5yn1
5yn1 nintendo on the porch cuz wii outside
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maureen_murphy my feet still hurt
skylarirving38 i was right.
5yn1 girl whatever
hayleyscamurra mama will be mad
5yn1 and who do you think took the pics
hayleyscamurra ain't no way
pou29 whoops
mackinnon29 what even is that caption
5yn1 you're just jealous
5yn1
5yn1 finally made it to see my fans play
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coloradoavalanche A pleasure to have you!
5yn1 pleasure all mine <3
landeskog.92 you're a bad influence hope you know that
5yn1 i know nothing (alr buying more gifts for them)
mackinnon29 wow what a honor to be posted
mackinnon29 favs*
5yn1 yeah no
6erikjohnson6 Because I wasn't playing
5yn1 MY FAVOURITE PLAYERS OF ALL TIME YESSSSSS
6erikjohnson6 Rude
calemakar_ Hope you liked it
5yn1 it wasn't bad
_veggie cale makar's scream could be heard all throughout denver rn
pwhllover wait why
montrealsbby cale often praises yn's game and it became a running joke that he is a fangirl
_veggie "cale does some serious magic on ice, would hate to play against him but i'd love to have him on my team" daughter or "yn is a phenomenal player, she's aware of every single detail on the ice... yeah i'm a fan" son
montrealsbby yn a secret avs fan confirmed???
maureen_murphy and where's the jersey pic
5yn1 omg and what about what happens in the gc stays in the gc
iloveyn what
calemakar_
calemakar_ Pwhl takeover tour ✅
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mackinnon29 so fun
5yn1 wow so emotional
_veggie go lil boy go maybe yn will notice you
montrealsbby he thinks he's sooo slick with it
6erikjohnson6 Good job Cale
5yn1 geez thx eriC
5yn1 who let the dog(s) out
mackinnon29 please stop
5yn1 give denver a team !!!
pwhllover and would you...
5yn1 i am not leaving montreal thank you very much
devon_toews dumb and dumber
joshmanson42 nice fit
landeskog.92 please don't tell me she brought more gifts
calemakar_ Two signed jerseys coming your way cap
5yn1
5yn1 🎶 LET'S GO GIRLSSSSS 🎶
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nursey16 and the dj era is back
pou29 it never ended for us
5yn1 i have THE best playlist ever ready
emmamaltais17 missed my girllll
5yn1 #roomies
juliagosling88 fun fun fun fuuuuun
kristinoneill20 we are olympiaaaaaans
montrealsbby good luckkkkk!!!!!!!
calemakar_ Fingers crossed
mackinnon29 second that
marner_93 i third
bmarch63 fourth
iloveyn pls drop the playlist
laurastacey7 the less you know the better you sleep
5yn1 laura stacey are you a hater ?
laurastacey7 somebody help
pou29 that is your fight
5yn1 ;))))
pwhllover yn on aux give me moreee
5yn1
5yn1 i am having some serious ice withdrawals
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skylarirving38 but also a private chauffeur !
5yn1 if he doesn't feel fulfilled in what he's doing now - uber career awaits
pou29 we miss you more
5yn1 impossible
pou29 no we really do, current locker dj is ass
phwl_truther she's so 😭😭
thebest51 yn where's your rage !!!
linaljungblom dont you worry, pr team had to step up
thebest51 pr team for yn ? i- that had to be crazy shit
5yn1 just... strongly worded opinion
_veggie holy shit no wonder she's not coming back
emmamaltais17 were you silent or silenCED
iloveyn victoire avenge your sniper !
landeskog.92 tell him to drive safely
5yn1 yessir
mackinnon29 he just doesn't want to loose the bet
5yn1 what bet
5yn1 nathan what bet
5yn1
5yn1 today i'm serving can't
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maureen_murphy why two the same pics
5yn1 i am him he is me
laurastacey7 missing you so much
5yn1 missing my cookies* but ok
joshmanson42 they're deliciousss
abby_roque girl stop playing the masses
5yn1 girl i am very much NOT playing
abby_roque ffs
daragreig why a man would be there
daragreig (tell him to give you back to me)(you two are so cut- GUN SHOTS)
5yn1 don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding true love or whatever they say
montrealsbby yn is for the guys?... who is that #callhimbyhisname
kristinoneill20 yn....
5yn1 whatt
kristinoneill20 that was too funny, i almost feel bad for laughing
calemakar_ the gingy twins
5yn1 no why would you
skylarirving38 GINGY
skylarirving38 GINGY WE MISS YOU GINGY
calemakar_ oh, sorry
5yn1
5yn1 auntie gingy and uncle c
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maureen_murphy omg you kissed IN FRONT OF THE KIDS???
5yn1 chilllll we're childless not decency-less
daragreig she walks!!!!!!
5yn1 barely but we ballllll
devon_toews why do my kids know the whole discography of shania twain all of sudden
5yn1 don't look at me
devon_toews "uncle c said those are bangers"
5yn1 no way !!!
calemakar_ knew gingy would stick around ;)
_veggie UNCLE C???? let me think...
iloveyn oh cmon you said you will think about yncale agenda and now there's a boyfriend?
montrealsbby i have an idea...
capclutch why is no one asking serious questions - since when devon and yn are that close to let her AND some random babysit his kids (no offence yn. i believe in your babysitting skills)
calemakar_
calemakar_ just some random's summer
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5yn1 cha cha real smooth
mackinnon29 💸💸💸
landeskog.92 seriously? now? timeout for you.
wedgewall is it a good moment to ask for tickets
5yn1 for you always
skylarirving38 oof someone had enough
joshmanson42 MORE COOKIES FOR ME
joshmanson42 for us*******
_veggie NO WAY HE DID IT NO WAYYYYYY
devon_toews i really thought there will be shania lyrics in the caption
5yn1 we all know you love her too
pwhllover cale really said i made it and immediately dipped
calemakar_ have you seen my gf ??
makarmackinnon oh my i-
5yn1
5yn1 eat your veggies
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pou29 quick everybody pretend you're shocked
laurastacey7 that's a brand new information !
emmamaltais17 🎤 name a male athlete
5yn1 myboyfriend and uhhhhhh the guy who plays basketball...lebron !!!
nursey16 cale makar who would have guessed thattt
kristinoneill20 i don't know cale makar, i only know THE yn yln's boyfriend
6erikjohnson6 Same
mackinnon29 im sure you do eat your veggies
5yn1 what can i say
joshmanson42 wait so are you like officially a part of the avs fam??
landeskog.92 yeah are you?
pou29 yn cmon speak up
linaljungblom good luck it was nice knowing you yn
coloradoavalanche our rink is always open for you
victoire_lphf we don't like sharing
5yn1 manson count your days
calemakar_ #awkward
montrealsbby yn's speech bubble is already rubbing onto him
5yn1
5yn1 hold my beer ft victoire's angels and avs-in-laws
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laurastacey7 im impressed
5yn1 thx i try my best
skylarirving38 that was a heck of a summer
landeskog.92 i believe i'm in possession of two of your biggest fans
5yn1 send them my way and make it three for mel*
_veggie the last pic looks suspiciously like...
montrealsbby engagement.
mackinnon29 fine
5yn1 don't sulk it's not my fault you lost the bet
landeskog.92 nate listen 💸💸💸 they're flying straight to my wallet
emmamaltais17 avs-in-laws THAT'S SO SMART
5yn1 did i lie ?
calemakar_ she did not
joshmanson42 boy put the auto cap back on
laurastacey7 loved it
5yn1 your wife not that much i reckon
laurastacey7 she's still salty about it
pou29 i am not.
laurastacey7 💸
swagger so you're telling me that BOTH 29s lost money this summer ? why what how
calemakar_ looks like we made it
5yn1 i'm so glad we made it
devon_toews you two sicken me
calemakar_ you'd better learn all the shania lyrics
devon_toews who do you think i am, i know them all and i'm so ready for it
6erikjohnson6 Caler's got moves
5yn1 oh yes he does
6erikjohnson6 And looking at that rock he also has taste
maureen_murphy and now you can't 'all the single ladies put your hands up'
5yn1 don't worry my last performance to it will be the best
sh0tthepuck THEY'RE DEFO ENGAGED RING THE BELLS
victoire_lphf ig we could share
coloradoavalanche you can take cale and we'll take yn
victoire_lphf do not push your luck
summar𝔂 ﹕ a little olympics social media dump from our AU wags.
note: nate’s au reader is referred to a wifey in this and sid’s au reader is y/n. there is also mention of the crosby kids sawyer, stella and stevie. (i haven’t written for them yet but it was impossible not to include them). mentions of other team canada wags and sid and nate’s parents + siblings, dni if that makes you uncomfortable obviously. don’t love this but i really wanted something for the AUs related to the olympics so you get this <33
꣓ FEBRUARY 9TH . . .
thedoggdiary
thedoggdiary: our favourite duo’s favourite duo is on their way to italy! via @/wifeymackinnon
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user82: why are we sharing posts from a private account?
⤷ thedoggdiary: she made her account public this morning i think! she’ll probably change it back to private around the time the olympics end. wouldn’t share pics that she hasn’t posted publically.
⤷ user94: omg running to follow before she makes it private again.
⤷ user63: she’s actually pretty good at accepting follow requests (especially the girlies). i think she just likes having some sort of control over limiting who can see + comment on her stuff.
⤷ user19: agreed. no doubt she goes private during the season due to people being assholes about nate in her comments and DMs but i love that she always shares the big moments like playoffs and international tournaments.
user13: wait where did she post this? i don’t see it on her account.
⤷ thedoggdiary: it was on her story that’s probably expired by now.
user72: big day for people who love the crosby’s.
⤷ user88: no fr. playing where’s waldo in wifey’s instagram right now to catch glimpses of them😭
⤷ user53: do you guys think they have problems with wifey posting them?
⤷ user72: not at all! it’s been very well documented and confirmed by sid and nate that they’re all very close + basically together all the time so if sid or y/n had a problem with it, i have no doubt they would communicate that with them.
⤷ user37: i’m just grateful wifey feeds us. literally the only way we get any content of them at all. (not that we’re entitled to it, it’s just nice to see more of them🥲)
user47: i love them together so much. want sid and nate to play together just so these two will be together more often.
⤷ user70: they’re truly such an iconic duo + if you add kat marchand they’re the perfect trio. i just wanna have a wine drunk girls night with them. they seem so fun. especially when they’re together.
⤷ user36: same. the nova scotia mafia wags are my fav part of team canada😭
user11: do we think y/n is brining the kids to milan?
⤷ user63: i would be very surprised if they didn’t come tbh. since they’ve never seen sid in the olympics and this is potentially gonna be his last.
⤷ user66: they’ll probably fly over once the elimination games begin would be my guess.
꣓ FEBRUARY 10TH . . .
user82: they’re both so hot it’s crazy.
user91: physical touch is definitely her love language.
user12: i love how this says ‘team canada and their families’ and then when you watch the full clip on tiktok, it’s only sid and y/n on the other side😭
user99: wifey, nate, sid and y/n on a double date? likely place for all of them to be.
user29: this feels illegal to be looking at.
user72: i’ve seen like four videos of different players going around. why are we filming them like they’re in the zoo. especially when they’re with their wives, children, parents, etc.
user14: this. like i get being excited but let them exist in peace.
user63: especially nate and sid. they’re notoriously private.
user37: luckily i feel like after this we won’t see too much of them. they’re gonna be at the hotel / at the village most of the time.
꣓ FEBRUARY 14TH . . .
wifeymackinnon posted on their story . 15m
♪ ┆ love on the brain by rihanna
wifeymackinnon
♪ ┆ i’ve seen it by olivia dean
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wifeymackinnon: galentines💕
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nathanmackinnon: 😍😍😍
⤷ user73: this man can make a thousand statements about being locked in and avoiding social media and distractions but he will always like and comment on his wife’s posts and i love that about him.
⤷ user44: it’s always within seconds too. don’t think i’ve ever seen a post of hers where he didn’t like it first.
⤷ user99: nathan ‘certified wife guy’ mackinnon
user88: them having galentines while being there on a trip to support their boyfriends/husbands is sending me😭
⤷ user65: same but i think it’s cute that they decided to celebrate it together while the guys were busy instead of alone in a hotel.
⤷ user23: the wags on this team seem super close for people who don't see each other often. i think four nations last year really helped with that.
⤷ user33: i agree! our team has big family vibes. excited to see this group together for many more international tournaments (hopefully).
user23: is wifey and y/n wearing matching outfits? that's so cute.
⤷ user55: yes! it also looks like they all have matching coats on. wonder if lauren designed those as well.
⤷ wifeymackinnon: she did! and they're gorgeous <3
user75: i need to know if wifey and y/n are red or white wine girlies👀
⤷ user82: asking the real questions🙂↕️
⤷ yncrosby: red for me, white for wifey🙃
⤷ wifeymackinnon: i’m just a wine girl in general. any and all.
⤷ user22: BAHAHA real😭
⤷ user75: OMG I can’t believe y/n answered this. hi queen!
laurenkyle: the best company❤️
⤷ wifeymackinnon: ❤️
꣓ FEBRUARY 18TH . . . [ CAN VS. CZE ]
user77: his mom😭 that’s her baby. bless her.
user92: i was sick to my stomach. i don’t even wanna know how they felt.
user02: the minute y/n got up and the commentators mentioned that she was probably going to the locker room, it was over for me.
user12: they said that? i wonder how that worked since the locker room is apparently a lengthy walk away from the rink.
user02: not sure but i’m sure people would bend over backwards to accommodate her, especially considering the situation.
user82: troy was ready to throw some hands and yk what? same
user77: gudas better watch his back at all times (for legal reasons this is a joke).
user12: taylor trying to get him to sit down was so relatable as a daughter who fears social embarrassment from my parents everywhere we go.
user64: very endearing to me how sid and his dad look exactly the same when they curse out the refs.
user89: is stella his youngest?
user84: no, she’s the middle child. stevie is the youngest!
user21: is stevie the one dead asleep on taylor’s lap?💀
user11: yes😭 poor baby has no idea the entire country is crashing out rn (glad she was asleep and didn’t see sid get injured tho)
user88: literally. the second sid went down the broadcast immediately switched to y/n and then his parents. pissed me off so bad.
user11: no i felt so bad for his wife. she looked so worried and then the second she realized she was on camera she just put on a blank face.
user99: you can see it’s def not her first rodeo but still. must be so hard not to let the kids see the extent of her panic as well otherwise it would just be 100x worse for them.
user76: it bothered me too. more so with sid’s family than the other player’s families because they’re so private. i understand it’s a big deal cause this might be sid’s last but filming them in a moment like that is just so insensitive and distasteful.
user34: selfishly i want a y/n cam 24/7 because she’s too gorgeous and i love little snippets of their family but i completely agree filming them at this moment was just so unnecessary.
꣓ FEBRUARY 20TH . . . [ CAN VS. FIN ]
use83: if i hadn’t seen wifey and y/n in this exact pose i would’ve thought you meant their moms.
user77: no fr. every time the camera was on them, they were doing something😭
user63: i died when they were doing deep breath exercises. these men are having all of us on our absolute last nerve.
user53: all the wags swarming wifey when nate scored the game winner was sooo sweet🥺
user16: the dogs are them when nate’s goal got challenged💀
user49: someone add that new pic of sid and nate from the first game to the thread.
user33: they’re literally nate and sid in a different font. user91: what i would give to have them mic’d up. i just know they talk mad shit.
꣓ FEBRUARY 22TH . . . [ CAN VS. USA ]
user76: why would he say this? i could’ve gone without knowing this.
user99: crosby + celebrini duo? say less.
user13: the shot of sawyer with his hands over his face when they lost in OT is doing numbers on socials. poor kid😭
user18: no don’t tell me any sad stories about the kids. i can’t take it.
user17: didn’t expect them to interact for some reason lol. feels like a wild crossover. is this their first time meeting? like at the olympics?
user79: they were both at the world championship games last year but unsure if they would’ve met there. an article did mention that they skated together on the little ice rink team canada built in the village tho, so seems like they’ve been hanging out some the past couple of weeks.
user92: they’re preparing for the 2038 olympics🙂↕️
user83: let’s not even go there. sawyer is like eleven.
꣓ FEBRUARY 23RD
wifeymackinnon (account privated)
♪ ┆ all the stars by kendrick lamar, sza
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wifeymackinnon: so proud, always❤️🇨🇦
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katmarchand: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
user88: i see the idiots have already started in your comment section
⤷ user79: if i see one more gif of nate’s empty net in here i’m gonna kms.
⤷ user63: it’s so disappointing to see the discourse surrounding nate when he’s obviously been battling something (injury or illness) and he’s still the reason we even made it this far. the disrespect is crazy.
⤷ user66: she went private again😔 glad i followed before it happened lol but this is exactly why we can’t have nice things.
yncrosby: ❤️❤️❤️
mellandeskog: 💗
user73: the guys made canada so proud! give nate the biggest hug.
⤷ user92: man i can’t even imagine how he must be feeling rn.
laurenkyle: miss you and the girls already🥲🤎
user14: seeing the silver as a good omen for our playoffs this year. excited for you guys to get home. #goavsgo
⤷ user11: don’t fucking jinx it man😭
tysonbarrie: 🇨🇦❤️
user82: people really don’t have any empathy towards the families of these players and it’s so sad. while you get to turn the game the tv off and get off social media, this actively impacts the home lives of these people. leave them be.
user47: queen can you give us a tina update?👀
⤷ user24: i don’t think we wanna know💀
⤷ user27: PLS nate’s face when he got the stuffie was so fucking funny😭
⤷ user22: someone on twitter reported that he gave it to stevie🫶🏻
sarahmackinnon: love you❤️
user18: nate about to go on a generational run when he comes back.
summary: yn 'le bastion' yln was an amazing goalie but all good things must come to an end, sometimes sooner than we wish. how's she doing now? we shall see.
reader is canadian but it's mentioned once
a/n: terribly translated french (unfortunately a language i cannot speak). halfway through i may have forgotten that this should be about nate too. whoopsie daisy. grammar errors probably are here. other than that im pretty proud of it - enjoy <3
a/n: pls don't mind the fucked up dates at the start and that it's not really realistic i couldn't be bothered
yn92
yn92 don't you worry pongo and his yn are doing alright
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minimackinnon SHE REMEMBERED HER PASSWORD GUYS
cici29 pongo is so big already, he was just a puppy
victoiremont_ the best day ever mother gave a sign of life
goalie4life i thought that was the 2022 gold medal game day
victoiremont_ shush you you will scare her
bastion92 tbh i've always thought yn is like the chaotic cousin who still sits at the kids table
6erikjohnson6 Such a poser
yn92 don't you have a spray tanning session to go to ?
laurastacey7 miss that little sweetie
yn92 thxxx i miss you too
yn92
yn92 auntie yn was left in charge for one day (everyone made it)
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goalie4life auntie yn sounds so cute
landeskog.92 what is that on my floor in my house in my kitchen
yn92 that's like... one of your kids ?
cici29 if i were gabe i would be very suspicious of everythingg in the house #captainclutchweremember
yn92 innocent till proven guilty
pou29 you literally put the evidence all over my car
yn92 #false
bastion92 idk who i want to be more
calemakar_ who babysat who
yn92 if i remember correctly (and we both know i do) during one memorable summer evening...
calemakar_ look at that my comment is gone !
yn92
yn92 almost died
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cici29 thirst trapping on main yn go get'em
minimackinnon screw nate, yn pick me choose me love me
laurastacey7 everybody knows you missed training with us
yn92 yeah i missed third wheeling so so bad
emmamaltais17 jaw on the flooor
yn92 ;)
victoiremont_ wait wait wait she's training ??? pls tell me you're thinking what i'm thinking
victoire_lphf
victoire_lphf les gardes du bastion
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yn92 a blast WITH the past <3
addie YN WE MISS YOU
cici29 oh we are so winning it today with her in the building
goalie4life im SCREAMINGG
victoire_lphf
victoire_lphf Pou is us all after seeing Le Bastion masterclass tonight
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pwhl_lover THAT WAS CRAZYYY
cici29 YOU DON'T GET IT GUYS - THE YN YLN ON ICE AGAIN
goalie4life i- how am i- omg
pou29 a pleasure to play with her
yn92 guys it's no biggie - emergency goalie was needed so emergency goalie did her best
minimackinnon "no biggie" IS YOU INSANE
joshmanson42 I am scared of her
calemakar_ knew she was faking it
yn92 shhh don't blow my cover
nsuzuki_37 Craaaaazy
4doby4 👌👌👌
_slafkovsky_ LET'S GOOO
yn92 YEPPPPP
mackinnon29 proud
yn92 a smile would be nice
mackinnon29 ;)
coloradoavalanche
coloradoavalanche first time was so nice he had to do it twice thrice
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landeskog.92 bark bark
cici29 BIG DAY FOR ANNOYING PEOPLE
minimackinnon couples who silence the haters tg stay tg
bastion92 give it a rest she won't even comment
yn92 that's what the dogg does
bastion92 oh
minimackinnon yeah "oh" eat shit
yn92
yn92 walk him like a dog
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cici29 pause
6erikjohnson6 Just fell to my knees in a tanning salon
minimackinnon no no no
minimackinnon nate is married, yn has a boyf what about my ynnate agenda
minimackinon dont do this to me
hayleyscamurra someone's feeling a lil bold today
yn92 what can i say...
victoire_lphf and yn92
victoire_lphf and yn92 Le Bastion peut désormais se reposer. Le Bastion can rest now.
Yn Yln will be deeply missed from the sport, we will miss her skills, her way of handling the puck and her ability to always be unapologetically herself. Yn joined hockey in the 2016/2017 season and represented Canada on the 2018 and 2022 Olympics. We could always count on her at the World Championships with her last appearance in 2024.
Merci for everything Yn, Montréal will always welcome you with open arms.
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yn92 we had a deal admin, no crying
victoire_lphf it is your fault
nhl legend
cp0031 Always fun to watch
canadiensmtl Yn you will be missed
kletang_58 little terror
pou29 will never forget the scared kid who did a cartwheel on her first day
nursey16 finally i will be able to sleep in peace
yn92 we'll see...
calemakar_ calling dibs on yn
4doby4 you can't do that
mackinnon29 the coolest ever
yn92 shhh sid will hear you
mackinnon29 let him
yn92 oh
6erikjohnson6 Welcome in the retired club !
yn92 i am not THAT old
minimackinnon there's a lot to unpack in this comment section
cici29 choose your fighter - i want to be yn on a bike but i'm defo yn "if i can't see you, you can't see me"
yn92
yn92 #retirement #lifeisgood
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cici29 she's something else
joshmanson42 tell him to unblock me pls
yn92 he said he now lives a peaceful life
hayleyscamurra what retirement does with people
yn92 someone has to have the legend title, i gladly sacrificed myself for that
mackinnon29 what is the 2nd pic
yn92 you should ask him himself
minimackinnon stop stop stop - it is for sure a nhl player, defo one of the avs as josh and nate do know him
minimackinnon NO WAY ITS CALE HE'S BEEN SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET
bastion92 girl pls seek help
minimackinnon for all this time i've been shipping the wrong people ?????
mackinnon29
mackinnon29 Wifey
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yn92 i will kill you
landeskog.92 finally i can fully chirp you
joshmanson42 he unblocked me just for this
minimackinnon FUCK OFF I LOVE MY LIFE I'VE KNEW IT I LOVE IT I AM NOT CRAZY
bastion92 he said everything BUT my wife being shipped with cale
yn92
yn92 the dogg is very very very much cuffed
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calemakar_ am i safe now?
mackinnon29 mhm no
yn92 nate we need a godfather
mackinnon92 do we
yn92 cale i have your back don't worry
cici92 A KID? I-
minimackinnon even i didn't think-
yn92 we love you
minimackinnon alr i died
laurastacey7 that was the best secret ever
laurastacey7 will we now have our biggest supporter in person with us?
yn92 the little jerseys are comming in handy now
minimackinnon29 not so little anymore
landeskog.92 my kids demand another playdate
yn92 ask my agent to arrange somethin
mackinnon29 please stop refering to me like that
summary: yn yln is the host of a popular podcast (she deserves to have one) happens to be lauren's bestfriend. and a party animal. and leon? he's there
a/n: reader is slavic, zara larsson cameo? i crave a wedding as you can see. i love leon, the title is not relevant, no idea where the idea came from but here we are. and i have a feeling im dyslexic. not proofread - enjoy !!!
barelyprofessional
barelyprofessional what happens when a swede tries slavic dishes? tune in to witness it yourself
Zara Larsson about the highs and lows of producing music, culture shock and her favourite snacks.
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carsgovroom heck yeahhh zara is the mystery guest of the month, i can die in peace now
spidey you said that last month after alex albon almost risked it all for the dessert
carsgovroom i am a woman of many passions leave me alone
zaralarsson idk if that was an attempted murder or the best day of my life
ynyln it was great meeting you too! so much fun!
ynyln
ynyln out in the wild with the one and only
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mcdavid97 people of edmonton are scared
mcdavid97 give me back my dog
ynyln he loves me better
laurenkyle1 love love love
ynyln fun fun fun
mcjesuS how did you like the game?
ynyln the oilers are defo growing on me
drat_29 liar
barelyprofessional
barelyprofessional in today's episode: we don't even try to be professional whoops
lauren learns some new...words, i am roasted just because and connor mcdavid is a prick
Lauren Kyle about her struggles and the smallest victories in design and the act of creation.
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mcattack there's nothing better than yn vs connor going after eachother everytime
tealfuture but why
ynyln why not ?
mcdavid97 one day i will revoke your privileges
ynyln would like to see you try
laurenkyle1 he knows he won't manage
laurenkyle1 that was definitely something
spidey i have more questions than i have answers
ynyln
ynyln all or nothing for our bride-to-be
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laurenkyle1 the best party ever, love you so so much
ynyln everything best for the best
mcdavid97 oh good lord who let you dj
ynyln im warming up for the wedding
drat_29 can't wait for the grand wedding
yourfriend cheers to our sweet angel
oscpia the things i would do to pe a part of this group
barelyprofessional
barelyprofessional will this german be a honorary slav? we will see (unfortunately there won't be THE ultimate test, no vodka involved :( )
Leon Draisaitl about ice, skates, tactics and hits. And also why he is so pissy.
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mcjesuS THERES NO WAY
littlegermanshit OMG THAT'S GOLD
edmontonoilers admin tried their best
ynyln admin will be rewarded
drat_29 ...
drat_29 cool
mcdavid97 and that's why i will never ever in my life agree to this devilish idea
laurenkyle1
laurenkyle1 just married (ft. the love of my life)
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mcdavid97 no one else to do this with
ynyln just betrayed
drat_29 just betrayed x2
ynyln be happy you made it to the dump #heartbroken #myloverleftme
drat_29 but at what cost #welcomehomecheater
mcdavid97 ffs
laurenkyle1 well if you two will get married...
ynyln nurse(s) she's out !!
nhl Congrats!
edmontonoliers mr and mrs captain
mcjesuS yn and leon officially became the side chicks
ynyln
ynyln on my best behavior for the mcdavids
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laurenkyle1 <333333
laurenkyle1 if we consider impromptu karaoke session your best behavior...
mcdavid97 and taking over the dj
mcdavid97 and! constantly filling up my glass...
drat_29 that could've been me
drtwofive i sense a new career for our camerawoman
ynyln they will thank me for it someday
mcdavid97 yeah no we won't
drat_29 a night to remember
drtwofive still impressed that you two actually remember everything
drat_29
drat_29 cool calm collected for mcdavids
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ynyln the bestest flower girl the world has ever seen
drat_29 i try my best
mcdavid97 one of us has a wrong dictionary, cool calm collected was definitely not you
laurenkyle1 the pool was insane
ynyln
ynyln hard work or hardly working 🔱 ♾️
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laurenkyle1 just one chance pls
ynyln yk you can always ditch connor and run away with me
mcdavid97 don't come back
drat_29 jealous
ynyln i will bring souvenirs
drat_29 a rock
barelyprofessional
barelyprofessional mcjesus has... personality??? and goes to war against eastern europeans
he threatens me with a stick, i say divorce, he thinks im a puck, the significant others have to step in
In which Connor McDavid talks about his worst shot ever, his dream goal and the most delicious meal ever.
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mcjesuS she's so quick with it, he scored the hat trick literally two days ago
nhlidk i've never seen him behave like that and im amazed
oiler97 as a fan from czechia im pretty disappointed with him hating on Studentská (chocolate)
ynyln don't even, he's a lost cause #dobetter
oiler97 #connordobetter
mcdrai297 i've seen enough, yn has quick reflexes edmonton sign her up
oscpia im dying at the moment when both of them managed to break the sound barrier, so we just sit in silence and watch them almost take eatchother out
carsgovroom "the significant others have to step in" you mean lauren having to literally push connor out of the door ?
spidey looooord where you bought the rock you have on your finger
ynyln sorry idk that was a gift :(
littlegermanshit that's brother and sister and you can't say no
drat_29 the last pic? you do hate him?
ynyln but i can, anyone else can go f themselves
littlegermanshit see i told you
laurenkyle1 you two are something else
ynyln you married him sweetheart
mcdavid97 and you were the bridesmaid
ynyln not the point
mcdavid97 Thank you for having me. Excited for more!
ynyln bitch
ynyln we are long past that pr comments
mcdavid97 thats a trauma response
mcdavid97 stop laughing i can hear you
ynyln
ynyln sad how it ended but also superrrr proud of my boyfriend and my girlfriend's husband (who is also my bf's bf)
now onto the best summer ever 🔜🥂
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drat_29 i think i love you a bit more
mcdavid97 pardon me?
ynyln you think ?
oscpia leon i wish you luck rn
laurenkyle1 not a fan of those titles rlly
littlegermanshit OH OH
germanking I TOLD YOU I KNEW
drat_29
drat_29 my wife ladies and gentlemen
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yndraisaitl always knew you're not immune to the slavic charm
drat_29 to your* but okay
laurenkyle1 THIS TITLE I DO LIKE
laurenkyle1 sorry got a bit excited
laurenkyle1 my bestfriend IS A WIFE
drtwofive im still hungover
yndraisaitl skill issue
carsgovroom just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot
mcdrai297 A WEDDING, A WEDDING WHEN HE JUST WENT OFFICIAL WITH YN ????
edmontonoilers congrats to the newlyweds!
yndraisaitl
yndraisaitl it's mrs draisaitl to you
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drat_29 yes ma'am
mcdavid97 guess im stuck with you
drat_29 yk that no one will believe that you hate eachother
yndraisaitl i do
drat_29 scheiße
carsgovrrom still on my knees
littlegermanshit how could we miss that
yndraisaitl
yndraisaitl married the love of my life guess i have to bear with him now, jk the best day of my life can't wait to spend the rest of it with my husband
(yes he did pass the ultimate slavic test)
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drat_29 love you so much
mcjesuS connor and yn SINGING TG?? NOT TRYING TO FIGHT ?? i need to see a video of it pls
mcdrai297 i have massive fomo rn
oscpia she graduated the higher school of moving in silence and keeping secrets, tom holland could learn from her
zaralarsson I KNEW ITTTTTT
yndraisaitl i think you scared him a bit when you asked about the ring that day
drat_29 was scared shitless indeed
zaralarsson no need to thank me
drat_29
drat_29 it was a cool party
s/o to my beautiful, intelligent, kind, charming wife for agreeing to go buy wooden sticks with lauren ages ago
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yndraisaitl still don't know why you needed them so bad
germanking with every pic i am discovering new stages of shock and confusion
mamacrosby did somebody survive the wedding ? there's radio silence in the comments
yndraisaitl dw they are facing the consequences of their own actions
mamacrosby i- do i want to know
drat_29 they thought they can keep up with us
mcdavid97 spoiler: we cant
yndraisaitl he's alive !!
edmontonoilers admin's head still pounding
mcdrai297 i see admin has been rewarded
littlegermanshit wait wait wait what do you mean wooden stick and ages ago, so how long they are tg
drat_29 5 yrs
littlegermanshit tf leon
yndraisaitl tf leon
laurenkyle1 tf leon
mcdavid97 tf leon
drtwofive tf leon
a/n: obvi not how i wanted it to go, had a different ending in mind but oh well shit happens. still sad and with every second more pissed.
if you do support trump in any way whatsoever this blog is not for you (jh smau may be taken down in a few next days, or just discontinued)
summary: yn yln works in the diplomatic world. sidney crosby is the god of hockey. both private af. so are they together or not ? we shall see
reader is not canadian (technically)
a/n: this is apparently my coping mechanism
yn.canada
yn.canada gutted but also so so incredibly PROUD of our boys. team canada showed the willingness to fight, the power to continue and left absolutely everything on the ice. every drip of blood, tears and sweat counts when you get to represent your country. it felt like a game against higher forces and not just simple game of hockey. but despite it all you made canada proud.
cry, process and reset. surely it will take days, weeks, months even but you will come back stronger. at the end of the day your values stand high: respect, kindness, freedom and simple humanity. just like every other canadian.
and remember it's okay to cry, crying means you care and deserve to represent your country.
no better boys to cheer on and watch with pride, thank you for every second this olympics.
love, yn.
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yn.canada oh and yk what ice yk what trump
ynbrother fuck 'em all
yn.canada
yn.canada don't you worry mr.canada will play in 2030 even if his wife will have to drag his ass to france, take care <3
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ynbrother oh yes he will
ynbff i've never in all those years understood why your ig is called yn.canada. he is mr.canada and im just slow af
yn.canada it helps that i literally live and work here
ynbff still
mackinnon29 what a beauty in the first photo
yn.canada fyi i will drag you to france too nathan
a/n: not my best work, but im in pain so leave me alone. praying sid will be back tomorrow (started it before the olympics...)
summary: yn yln works in the diplomatic world. sidney crosby is the god of hockey. both private af. so are they together or not ? we shall see
reader is not canadian (technically)
a/n: wanted to keep it longer, but oh well you won't catch me jinxing anything
yn.canada
yn.canada work ;)
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ynbrother shocker
ynbff she's booked and busy
mackinnon29 proud
yn.canada
yn.canada dr yn at your service
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ynbff she's smaaart
ynbrother leave something for the rest of us
mackinnon29 smartass
calemakar_ yes ma'am
bmarch63 oh look at me im so smart im so fancy
yn.canada remember that next time you'll need a babysitter <3
bmarch63 violence
e.malkin71geno Cooongrats!
yn.canada
yn.canada gotta represent
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ynbrother oh so you're canadian now
yn.canada always at heart, legally since 2014
ynbrother show off
pou29 LETS'S GOOO
emmamaltais17 QUEEN IS HERE
ynbff jealoussssss
yn.canada you're forgetting im here to WORK
ynbff keep telling yourself that
bmarch63 that's a nice sweater, i want it
yn.canada you have it, probably deep deep in one of your closets
mackinnon29 busted
calemakar_ respect your elders yn
yn.canada oh yeah, he's like 58 rn
bmarch68 c'mon it's not me who is mr dinosaur
ynbrother
ynbrother she got us tickets so we ball
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ynbrother ig i can share her with mr.canada
yn.canada what did i tell you
ynbrother OLE OLE
bmarch68 so she can be nice
mackinnon29 careful or you will have another one to fight
bmarch68 does he have balls for that
ynbrother from personal experience - yes he has
summary: y/n and carlos once were the it couple, how are their lives after the breakup? did everyone move on?
warnings: writing this i was sick, i was done and i was ready to delete so enjoyy
i also was supposed to write part 2 to i'll be waiting but oh well...
y/njazzy
liked by lilymunihe, carmenmundt, and 65 000 more
y/njazzy Prague you've been great, next up my beloved Vienna 🍒
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y/nstan mother is GLOWING
lilymunihe music to my ears (literally) 🫶🫶
y/njazzy i'm blushing 😊 💋
alexandrasaintmleux i haven't heard you play for agesss, see you in Vienna ig
y/njazzy and whose fault it is?? clearly not mine missy
alexandrasaintmleux oh look at the time, i have to go !!!
chillis the post breakup glow up is reaaal
loverofy/n can we expect some album soon queen?
charlesleclerc exactly @/y/njazzy, care to share with the class???
y/njazzy i will not confirm nor deny
y/njazzy and lord perceval do not push my limits. besides, if you would honour me with your presence, you would know. the choice is yours
charlesleclerc no comment.
user1 she calls him the way that carlos does...
jazzychill she looks so hot in red 🔥
chillistan don't you find it weird that after all charles is in her comments?
y/nfan through all the years y/n was with carlos, she formed a friendship with charles (especially with carlos in ferrari) and other people from the paddock, so it's nothing weird
jazzlover besides, alex and y/n are besties, no?
y/nlos do you remember how carlos would always melt when y/n wear red??? because i do.
carlossainz55
liked by landonorris, charlesleclerc, y/njazzy, and 2,093,728 more
carlossainz55 🌶🍔☀️
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soylago ON MY KNEEEES
charlosfan what do they feed our drivers, he and charles are soooo hot
chillis the second photo, two plates, carlos sainz is that a date?
landonorris and where are pics from our little golf tournament 🤔🤔🤔 oh, maybe they aren't here because YOU LOST AHAHAHAHHA
carlossainz55 cabron we all know you cheated.
landonorris what a sore loser we have here
charlesleclerc do you remember when we played uno once?
maxverstappen i wonder why you played uno only once
charlesleclerc lando almost lost an eye
landonorris I ALMOST DIED, HE TRIED TO KILL ME
carlossainz55 do NOT listen to them, those situations did not happen
carlossteponme Y/N LIKED???!!
y/nfan they actually still like eachothers posts, i believe they said something about mutual breakup and that there's no hard feelings between them
y/njazzy
liked by yourbestie, lilymunihe, and 64,728 more
y/njazzy new project coming up 🔜
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landonorris tell me who he is.
y/njazzy no❤️
landonorris and why exactly ???
y/njazzy i'll tell you, you'll tell oscar, oscar will tell logan, logan alex, and then magically the whole grid will know
carmenmundt i think we've missed a chapter here...
y/njazzy alex didn't.
carmenmundt excuse me !
lilymunihe SHE DID WHAT
alexandrasaintmleux tf y/n? i thought i meant something to you?
y/njazzy if i'm going down i'm taking everybody with me 😘😘😘
alexandrasaintmleux DO NOT QUOTE CHANDLER RN
user1 carlosy/nnation how are we feeling
user2 we don't.
user5 i have an idea...
user3 don't. don't give me hope
user7 fuck the guy NEW PROJECT IN THE MAKING ??? NEW MUSIC ???
user9 do i sense some movie soundtrack
liked by autor
user2 can you imagine
user5 Y/N LIKED !!!!!
carlossainz55
liked by maxverstappen, y/njazzy and 2,836,267
carlossainz55 getaway with mi amor
comments
charlesleclerc i pay my respects to her
carlossainz55 ¿disculpe?
charlesleclerc for putting up with you 😘
user carlos sainz jr i was NOT familiar
user1 which one of you bastards stole my man
reyesvdec ❤️
user2 APPROVED BY MAMA SAINZ
user6 i miss her and y/n together in the paddock
user5 that's y/n. mark my words
user1 i truly aspire to be as delusional as you
y/njazzy she's a lucky girl
carlossainz55 im a lucky boy*
user8 y/n's comment? im dead
user3 carlos' response?????? i am crying, the boy really is in love
y/njazzy
liked by carlossainz55, reyesvdec and 482,471 more
y/njazzy love. love love love.
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user8 our girl is in loooove 🥹
alexandrasaintmleux match made in heaven
carmenmundt you compliment eachother so well 🫶
landonorris you two are disgusting
y/njazzy jealousy, jealousy
user5 the luckiest girl???? i wonder why... maybe because she has carlos sainz
user ring ring, that's the mental ward calling for you
lilymunihe i'm heartbroken, how could you leave me
alex_albon execuse me? i'm right here??
y/njazzy lily it's just an act, let's run away together
lilymunihe i am ready to go
alex_albon HEY ITS NOT FAIR
alex_albon he can't even stand up for himself
carlosssainz55 he can
carlossainz55
liked by y/njazzy, landonorris and 5,839,821
carlossainz55 mi amor, you're the closest to heaven that I have ever been. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to cherish you forever. I am so incredibly grateful for you and everything you do. I want to thank you for being there for me, even after we broke up. there is no one else on this earth taht i would spend my life with. you are my person, and I am yours.
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georgerussell mate leave something for us
alex_albon what I am supposed to do rn, lily won't let me in to our apartment
charlesleclerc gentelmen we are so finished
landonorris die lol 👎
oscarpiastri yk that they can see you crying, right?
y/njazzy my one and only ❤️
user can somebody check on user5
user5 I KNEW I WAS NOT CRAZY
user5 PARENTS ARE REALLY BACK TOGETHER
y/njazzy
liked by carlossainz55, reyesvdec and 171,729,819 more
y/njazzy the only ex i would ever come back to 💋💋💋
comments
alexandrasaintmleux finally the ferrari girls are reunited
y/njazzy not for too long
alexandrasaintmleux foul
charlesleclerc too soon y/n, too soon
maxverstappen i won't even ask about the last pic
carlossainz55 the less you know the better you sleep
