tbfinished
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There are many things a nineteen-year-old can reasonably be trusted with. A 2018 Honda Civic with a questionable transmission? Sure. A dying succulent rescued from the curb on garbage day, its leaves already browning? Why not. A 1.5-billion-dollar hockey franchise with a fanbase that was still waiting for their first Cup? Obviously.
One thing a nineteen-year-old should never, under any circumstances, be trusted with is the care of a slightly loopy twenty-year-old who has just been given Tramadol for a Grade II AC shoulder sprain. -
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“I can’t keep doing this with you, Connor!”
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“Connor, please take me back, I never meant any of that.”
Every. fucking. other. week.
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Connor McDavid gets dumped by Lauren Kyle too many times to count, and always uses Leon Draisaitl as a “rebound”, until Leon is tired of it, and tells Connor to leave her straight up. Then, Connor, being the submissive type to his best friend, obeys.inspired by the cut that always bleeds by conan gray :)
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Mitch gets bored, so he decides to make a groupchat of queer players. However, there turns out to be a lot more than he originally thought... Contains a large amount of dumbassery and pining. Like, a lot of pining.
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Segs: what if flirting is educational
Mitchy: yeah like “I’m gonna teach you a lesson 😘”
Australia: what does that even mean
Mitchy: wouldn't you like to know
Sid the old man: I WILL LEAVE AGAIN
Mitchy: i think it's beautiful Sid
J.T: you think everything gay is beautiful
Mitchy: everything except you
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- Part 1 of slapshot sluts universe
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The hand that sifts through his hair is gentle, and Nate angles back, relaxing as blunt nails glance across his scalp. Yeah, fuck yeah, he’s so into this. The soft morning-after shit is the absolute best.
Nate—giddy at being free to touch—goes for it with euphoric abandon, reaches out to grab a hold of that ten-out-of-ten-absolutely-zero-notes ass.
God damn.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re handsome, too.”
Nate drags in a deep breath, satisfaction—a craving satiated—warming him as his eyes slip closed. He's full to the brim, content, wants to hang suspended here forever. It's a second, maybe two before he hears the clearing of a throat, and it sends him rocketing back to reality. His gaze snags on his laptop, eyesight blurring with sudden, narrowed focus. The tiny light indicating that his camera is active and recording is glowing, taunting in sour apple green.
Fuck.
Jesus fucking, fuck-all, fuck.
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i see you (every season, ceiling, city, street) by a1phab3ts0up
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
26 Aug 2026
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Before they head back out, Will bumps his shoulder into Mack. “You good?” he asks, immediately regretting the vague phrasing. Will wanted to be specific about the hits, the hesitation. Don’t say you didn’t grimace, Celebrini. I see you.
The thought stalls Will’s brain and he barely acknowledges Mack’s, “Yeah, of course.”
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Mack gets hurt and misses Christmas. Will misses Mack and isn't handling it well. They don't really talk about it.