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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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Alright I must have accidentally hit delete the first time I tried to pin this but here's a fic that I wrote in three hours while wine drunk so I'm not sorry about typos or emotional damage

Warnings: just emotional damage maybe

WC: 4.2K

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

Sterling heard those words run through her mind every day. Every free minute when she wasn’t occupied, his voice took over, keeping her away from any other thought she could have.

When she first met Matthew, she thought the worst of him. If someone told her years later she would have been with Matthew at any point, she wouldn’t have believed them. His arrogance was supposed to be the thing that turned her off from him the most.

“You don’t even know him,” she tells him, rolling her eyes at him. Sterling had to do everything in her power to get herself away from him, leaving him behind at the bar while she tried to look for Lucas. It wasn’t weird for him to be off talking to his friends while they were all out at the bar together, it was just weird that Matthew had been hanging around with her rather than talking to him like he normally did.

Sterling stood in the middle of the dance floor trying to look through the crowd of people when she felt Matthew come up behind her, gently resting his hand on her shoulder as she felt herself relax at his touch. “I know him better than you know him, Sterl. And I know I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

“What makes you say that?”

She turns around to see Matthew smiling, his hand still on her shoulder as he gave her a gentle squeeze. He takes in a deep breath, looking down at his feet before looking back at her. Shaking his head, he tells her, “he left you alone. Every one of our friends is around us dancing, and I’m the one with you, not him.”

Sterling looks around her, finding Eli, Chloe, Ataliya, Jackson, Annabelle, Chris, Jacob, every friend that they went with and met up with that night was surrounding them, off in their own worlds and having a good time with each other and the other patrons while Lucas was nowhere to be found. She took in a sharp breath, wanting to dance with him. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found and Matthew was right there. Dancing with him was harmless.

Sterling placed her hand on his shoulder, Matthew’s moving down her arm as the two of them moved together to the beat of the music. She was having a good time, not noticing the space between her and Matthew getting smaller and smaller with every passing song. It felt right, it felt like something she had been missing without even realizing it all this time.

The music slowed down, Sterling’s body pressed against Matthew’s as his hand found the small of her back, holding her close.

“Thanks for keeping her company,” she hears Lucas behind her, standing there with an angry look on his face as she tries to do everything to not look guilty. She wasn’t technically doing anything wrong. She was dancing with her friend. Nothing happened.

At least, that’s what she told herself and what she told Lucas once Matthew slinked away.

“You just looked a little too close there, Sterl,” Lucas said, gently taking her and pulling her into his chest. “He’s not trying to steal you from me, is he?”

Sterling let out a laugh as if she was trying to say that he had nothing to worry about. “He wouldn’t do that.”

But she wanted him to.

Lucas held her close, his hand in the same place that Matthew’s was moments before, feeling him place a kiss on her cheek as the two of them danced. She had lost sight of Matthew, closing her eyes and pretending that he was still the one holding her there on the dance floor. “I love you, Sterling” she hears Lucas murmur against her skin.

She hesitated before responding, telling herself it was just from the alcohol that she was doing this. Lucas was her boyfriend. Matthew couldn’t be better than he was. Could he be?

“I love you, too.”

“Hey, you’re spacing out,” Ataliya said to her, pulling her from those words ringing in her ears. “What are you thinking about?

She swallowed hard, turning to her friend. “Just him,” she tells her, forcing a smile.

Ataliya smiled back at her. “That’s so sweet.”

Lucas moved away, breaking up with Sterling without her putting up much of a fight. The only person she wanted to see was Matthew once Lucas left her apartment that night. She called him up right away, knowing he didn’t have a game and should have been at home that night to ask if she could come over.

He opened the door and pulled her in for a hug as soon as he saw her. “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t know why, but hearing him say that, feeling his body against hers made her break, all of her weight falling onto Matthew as she succumbed to tears while in his arms. He pulled her inside to his couch, trying to calm her down. “Hey, talk to me. What happened?”

Sterling heard herself laugh. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

“Because your boyfriend just moved away and broke up with you,” Matthew said to her.

She looked at him, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. He reaches up, wiping it away from the pad of his thumb, a chill going down her spine from the warmth of his touch. “I’m not upset about it, though.”

Matthew shrugs, resting his hand on her thigh. “You probably need time to process?” he asks her, just as confused as she was. This had to mean something, that she would show up to him right after she broke up with Lucas when he knew Sterling was much closer to Ataliya than she was to him. “Let’s go somewhere for a little bit. Get your mind off things,” he suggests, standing up, suddenly worried about being there like that with Sterling in front of him.

She nods, following him out of his place and to his car, Matthew trying to keep a little bit ahead of her while he rushes there. The two of them drove in silence, Sterling staring out the window while Matthew tried to keep his focus on the road, the rain just starting to fall while he drove further and further from his place, stealing glances at Sterling as he did.

Matthew stops in what felt like the middle of nowhere, putting his car in park and turning to her. “When I first signed here, I would drive around a lot if I felt like I needed to get away from the city,” he starts to explain, looking out the window in front of them, the rain falling and seemingly melting onto the windshield as it rolled down the glass. “I found this place was the best to clear my head if I got overwhelmed; it’s far enough away and quiet enough that I felt like I was somewhere completely different, anywhere but where I was told I had to be.

“When I was younger, if my dad was gone and I started to get overwhelmed by anything, my mom would take me out into the backyard and lie down with me in the grass. We would play a game called “close your eyes,” where she would tell me what she saw when she closed her eyes and we would try to see if we could see it in the clouds.”

Sterling giggled, trying to image a younger Matthew telling his mom the most absurd things, Chantal probably telling her son she saw exactly what he saw when his eyes were closed so that he would be happy.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers to her, Sterling barely able to make out what he’s saying over the sound of the rain hitting the car. She does as he says, taking in a deep breath while his voice fills the car. “We’re sitting outside in the sun instead of here in the car, in the rain. It’s warm, the air is fresh, the birds chirping. What do you want to see?”

“I see,” Sterling starts, a stupid smile starting to grow on her face. “A turtle wearing a top hat, pulling a scarf out of his sleeve.” She hears Matthew laugh, his face popping into her mind instead of the clouds she was supposed to be telling him about. “Is your turtle a magician?”

“Yes, stop,” she teases, reaching over in an attempt to swat at his chest. “He’s with a bunny, sitting on a rock with a fishing rod that’s trying to catch a mushroom.”

Matthew laughs again, Sterling’s eyes open to see his head thrown back in laughter. “I don’t think I could even come up with that as a child.”

“I guess you just weren’t creative enough,” Sterling tells him.

Matthew pretends to be hurt, closing his eyes before she could say anything else to him. “I see the Eiffel Tower, a flower coming from the top of it while a giant tries to water it.”

Sterling waited for him to keep going, hoping for more. She rested her head back on the headrest, a lazy smile on her face. “Keep going.”

A smile grows on Matthew’s face as he tries to. “He’s watering the flower, watching it grow. It keeps growing until it’s taller than him, when another giant, taller than the flower comes out and keeps watering it until it keeps growing. The people of Paris notice none of it while the world's largest flower reaches space.”

The two of them keep playing this game until the rain clears, Sterling’s mind completely gone from her thoughts of Lucas. Nothing Matthew could say or had said would remind her of the boy that was now her ex. She could only think of Matthew.

“You probably think about him all the time, right?” Ataliya says, sitting down on the stool beside Sterling. She looked upset, looking Sterling up and down in her dress.

“What?” Sterling says, her mind having wandered back to Matthew before she realized who Ataliya was talking about. “Oh, yeah.” She studies her friend, picking at the hem of her own dress. “Lee, what’s wrong?”

“Seeing you today, in your dress, ready to walk down the aisle, I don’t know,” her voice trails off. “Lee, come on, tell me,” Sterling tries to get it out of her friend.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Ataliya.”

“I’m never going to find anyone.”

Matthew had spent every night he wasn’t playing a game or on the road at Sterling’s place. He was there whenever he needed her, being whatever and whoever she needed him to be. Most nights they just sat on her bed and watched tv, normally in silence with Sterling’s sarcastic comments coming in here and there. If the two of them weren’t at Sterling’s place, they were at Matthew’s, a drawer in his dresser already set aside for her full of clothing that she could borrow. Matthew’s clothes were a little bigger on her, but he loved the way they hung on her body, his shirts being long enough that she didn’t have to wear anything else if she didn’t want to, and damn, he wished she didn’t want to.

Sterling had chosen one of her favorite movies, Midnight in Paris, to watch that night.

Owen Wilson, playing Gil, was sitting on the park bench with a woman after he found something written in the 1920s that he found his name in Adriana’s diary expressing her love for him, her disappointment and heartbreak over finding out that he was set to marry Inez instead.

“I don’t get why he isn’t with Adriana? Why is he with Inez?” Matthew says.

“Besides the fact that Adriana is from 1920s Paris and he’s from 2010s America?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he’s with someone else,” she starts to explain. “He thinks he loves Inez and knows that Adriana is someone he can never really be with.”

“He should just be with the one he wants to be.”

Something about those words coming from Matthew triggered a memory for Sterling, one from a few months ago when they were at the bar. “Hey, Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“When you told me you could be a better boyfriend than Lucas, why did you say that?”

Matthew knew she had to know what his answer would be. In the few weeks that followed Lucas moving away, Matthew knew he didn’t want to rush things with Sterling. He didn’t want to be her rebound, he wanted to be hers. “Because Lucas wasn’t a good boyfriend for you,” he tells her, unsure how else to put it.

Sterling sits up, unsure how to feel about what he just said. Lucas was supposed to be Matthew’s friend, so why would he say something like that to his ex-girlfriend? “He was a great boyfriend to me,” she tries to convince him, the words coming out more like she was trying to convince herself of what she just told him.

“Please,” Matthew starts, getting off his bed. “He would leave you alone everywhere you went. He never seemed to want to spend time with you unless it was in private where no one knew. He wouldn’t let you take anything from him that a normal boyfriend would like his sweatshirts, food that the two of you made, anything that he left at your place he wanted you to return the next time he saw you. How he wouldn’t want to show you off and show the world that he was probably the luckiest guy in the world is beyond me.”

“Ataliya, whatever person has the pleasure of marrying will be the luckiest person in the world.” Sterling tried to comfort her friend, not sure what to do as it looked like she was starting to cry. She had a feeling telling her that crying would ruin her makeup was the wrong thing to say.

“What if I don’t find them,” she says, starting to panic.

“You will.” Wasn’t Sterling the one who was supposed to be the one panicking on her wedding day, not her maid of honor? Not that she wasn’t, but for other reasons. “I did. And I didn’t think I ever would.”

Sterling hadn’t heard from Matthew in a few weeks, both from his season picking up as their push to make the playoffs was really starting to get to the team and because of the last conversation they had. Matthew tried to convince Sterling that he was the best thing for her and that Lucas was the worst, something Sterling didn’t really want to hear. Matthew was her friend, not her boyfriend. She hadn’t been broken up with Lucas long enough that she was ready for a new relationship, but she didn’t want Matthew to just be a rebound.

“Let’s go out tonight!” Ataliya screamed through the phone. “We can go, get drunk, find the people we’re destined to spend the rest of our lives with.”

Sterling couldn’t help but laugh at her friend's crazy ideas. “You’re putting a lot of weight on this one random night, Lee.”

“Ok, well, can we at least get drunk?”

Sterling agreed, getting dressed and meeting Ataliya at the bar down the street just late enough that she was already contemplating turning back and going to sleep. She made her way in, trying to find anyone she knew, hoping that Ataliya would be the first one she saw.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, bumping into someone and feeling their drink go down her shirt. “I am so,” she starts, making eye contact with the boy who was already frozen in front of her. “Matthew.”

“I was just leaving,” he says before she can do anything, handing his glass off to the nearest person before pushing past her and going out the door.

Without thinking, Sterling turns and follows him, calling his name in hopes that he would stop. Running after him, she finally catches up to him, out of breath. “Where are you going? You see me and leave? What’s your deal?”

“Sterling, not now,” Matthew tells her. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t be around you,” he says, refusing to make eye contact with her.

“What?”

He takes in a deep breath, going back and forth between looking at the sky and the ground, anywhere but at the girl in front of him. “Don’t you get how hard it is to be around someone you want to be with when you know they don’t want to be with you?”

Sterling felt her breath hitch at his words, watching Matthew in front of her trying to find what his next thing to say was. “You think I don’t want to be with you?”

Matthew shakes his head, his emotions fluctuating between anger, confusion, sadness, desire, everything he could feel was running through him at that moment. “If you did, don’t you think we would be somewhere other than on the street having this conversation?”

Sterling stands there, unable to find the words to say. Matthew didn’t want to wait any longer, heading back towards his place like he had intended when he first saw Sterling walk into the bar. Before he could, he felt Sterling’s hand on his wrist, grabbing him and turning him back to her, her lips finding his before he could process what was happening.

Matthew was frozen for a second, Sterling doing most of the work in that moment until his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close to him as he could, kissing her like that was everything he had ever wanted.

The only reason they broke apart was for some crude person calling for them to ‘get a room,’ Matthew muttering something under his breath that would have led to Sterling having to bail him out of jail for aggravated assault or some other felony he could probably commit.

“This means something, right?” Matthew asks her, not wanting to let her go.

“Yes.”

Sterling starts to lead him back to the bar, her hand in his as Matthew tried to process what had just happened. “At least you know my clothes will fit,” he jokes, pulling Sterling close to him again for another kiss.

Ataliya fixed her makeup, one of Sterling’s other bridesmaids coming in to tell her they were just about ready to start walking down the aisle. Her future husband was waiting for her at the end of it, Sterling trying to reassure Ataliya that her future partner was somewhere out there, waiting to meet her just like she was waiting for them.

The two friends fix themselves up one last time before Sterling’s wedding started.

“I know you’ve told me, but how did you know he was the one?” Ataliya asks again, down on the ground fixing the skirt of Sterling’s dress.

“Matthew, what are you talking about, leaving?” Sterling asked him, feeling her world crashing down around her. She had already lost one boyfriend because he was moving, she couldn’t lose another.

“If the team trades me, I really don’t get a say on that. Or, what if they don’t want to sign me again during the off season when my contract is up? I’ll have to find somewhere else to play, and there isn’t another team here in this city for me to play in.”

“And what if you do, what am I supposed to do?”

“Come with me,” he tells her as if it were obvious.

Sterling scoffs, Matthew giving her a confused look. “You expect me to just drop everything for you and move somewhere else? Away from my family, my friends, the job that I actually love? Matthew, we’ve been together for a few months. You can’t expect me to do that right now.”

“So, what, if I have to leave, we’re done?” Matthew snaps, a harsh tone in his voice that made Sterling jump.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that she could feel coming. This was just like with Lucas, only worse. Because with this relationship with Matthew, she could feel her heart breaking at the thought of him not being in her life now that she knew what it was like to have him. Her heart broke over the thought of not being able to call him whenever she needed to hear his voice knowing that it would bring a smile to her face. It broke thinking about the fact that he wouldn’t show up at her apartment anymore if she was upset and hold her in his arms and kiss her on the top of her head. It broke over the thought of Matthew not being hers, being somewhere else, and being someone else's.

“Yes,” she tells him, grabbing her bag and leaving before he could say anything that would make her change her mind. “And while we’re at it, we can just be done right now,” she hears herself say, the tears falling down her face at her worst thoughts and ideas becoming her reality in a matter of seconds.

Sterling didn’t know what to do, aimlessly driving while she tried to collect herself. She trusted that she would somehow just end up back at her place, hoping she would do so before she ran out of gas. By the time she got home, she was exhausted, hungry, physically aching at what had just happened, wanting to do nothing more than crawl into her bed and stay there for as long as she could.

Ataliya was calling her, Matthew was calling her, any friend that they both had was trying to contact her in every way they could in order to try to talk what they thought was sense into her. She turned off her phone, just trying to wallow in the break up that hurt more than the last one. She didn’t care if she was being dramatic in that moment, she just wanted to be dramatic alone, as stupid as that is.

She finally mustered enough energy to get out of bed the next morning, not even sure when she fell asleep or how shitty she probably looked from crying all night. Sterling wandered around her kitchen, trying to find anything she could eat out of necessity when she heard a knock on her door. She ignored it, thinking it was Ataliya who had a key anyway to let herself in if it was an emergency.

“Sterl, let me in,” she heard Matthew’s voice from the other side, his fist banging on the door so hard that she thought it was about to come off its hinge. “Please.”

She opened the door to Matthew throwing his arms around her, his breath shaking as she thought she could feel him crying. “Thank god you’re alright.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t be alright?” she said sarcastically, peeling him off of her and heading back to her kitchen without giving him anything else.

“You haven’t been answering your phone, I thought something happened to you.”

“Why would you care if something happened to me? You’re the one who doesn’t care that I would have to uproot my entire life for you when I don’t even think you would do the same thing for me?”

“Are you kidding me?” Matthew asks her. “If you left and I was still here, I have no idea what I would do.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” he spits out, Sterling caught off guard by his words. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be upset over the idea of having to leave you. It’s why you weren’t upset when Lucas left: you didn’t really love him even though you thought you did. If I didn’t love you, I would be a little bummed about you leaving, or about me having to leave, but if that actually happens, I don’t know what I would do. I wouldn’t be able to function, it would take me months, maybe years, to finally get over you. Fuck, Sterling, I love you.”

“It was the first time he told me he loved me. It was nothing big,” Sterling tells her, thinking back to that day, “we were just sitting on the couch at my place watching some movie and he said he wanted to travel one day. I asked him where and he told me anywhere that I would go with him because he loved me.”

The two of them do one last check in the mirror, Sterling smoothing out her dress and taking a deep breath as Ataliya hands her the bouquet. Sterling was about to walk down the aisle.

“I hope I find my Danny.”

Sterling takes her friend’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You will.”

Sterling hears the music start playing, signaling that her's and Danny’s closest friends and families were walking down the aisle before her. She was nervous, but that was natural. She had nothing to worry about.

“Hey, Sterl,” Chloe pokes her head as Sterling was about to get ready. “Someone is here to see you.”

She and Ataliya exchange looks, Ataliya heading out before her to see who it was. Ataliya gasps, Sterling’s heart racing at the thought of who it could be. “You shouldn’t be here,” she hears her say to whoever it was.

“I had to see her, I’m sorry,” Sterling hears that familiar voice that sent a chill down her spine. He bursts into the room, panic on his face turning to wonder as he saw her in the wedding dress he thought he would see the first time she was walking towards him on their wedding day.

“Matthew?”

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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Yay to a blurb weekend! May I request number 14 with Matthew Tkachuk? Happy New Year!

Happy blurb weekend!

the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

WC: 895

Warnings: None

The snow was falling harder with every passing second, the winters in Calgary still not something you were really very used to having come from somewhere just a little further south in comparison. You did love looking out your window and watching it fall. You remember when you were little, sitting at the window in your childhood home when it snowed, looking up while the snow came down and feeling like you were going up through it instead. You wished you could recreate that feeling of a child on a snow day.

You were making a cup of tea, Christmas music playing in the background despite it being after Christmas, a book on the coffee table waiting to be read. There was food in the oven heating up, everything you needed for a nice day inside, in the warmth of your apartment.

“Hey, what are you doing right now?” your boyfriend's voice came through on your apartment intercom, the one you regretted having in that moment. He was supposed to be off doing his own thing, not bothering you.

“Matthew, leave me alone,” you groan, having just gotten comfortable in your position on the couch.

“No,” you hear him say, followed by silence. He must have just come in from practice, hitting the buzzer downstairs at the entrance to even see if you would answer, the pest of a man that he was probably doing everything he could to bother you in his free time.

You wait for him to knock on your door, knowing exactly how long it should take him to get from the entrance to your place. When he doesn’t knock, you shrug it off, going back to your book. You were deep in the pages of the novel, knowing that as soon as you were done, Matthew was the first one you were going to see thanks to the little inspiration you had from the two main characters in love.

Before you could process the crash like sound from outside, the lights were out, and you couldn’t see anything. “Fucking hell,” you mutter, your dinner still in the oven that you now had to go turn off without being able to eat.

“Are you still alive?” you hear Matthew screaming from your entry way while you’re trying to get everything situated in the kitchen without any light to help you.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you mutter, already knowing where this was going.

“Did you eat?”

“No.”

“Why not, you knew it was going to be bad out,” he says, starting to sound a little too much like a helicopter parent for your liking.

You turn around, barely able to make out his silhouette in the darkness. “How was I supposed to know that it was going to be bad enough for us to lose power when we’ve literally never lost power before.”

You hear him sigh, pulling out his phone with his flash light on to start to rummage through your cabinets to see if you had anything you could eat while you waited for the power to turn back on. “How have you survived this long?” he asks you.

“Without you by my side for most of it, thank you very much,” you say, trying not to sound too mean.

“And for some reason, I’m dating you when you look like someone who needs to be on a leash because you’ll wander off and get lost in a Target.”

“Coming from the guy who looks like he would get into the shower and then turn the water on,” you counter.”

Matthew scoffs, handing you the box of crackers that he found in your cabinets from god only knows when. “It saves time, why wait for the water to heat up when cold water is still fine?”

Your mouth hangs open, Matthew’s hand finding yours and bringing you back over to your couch. Your vision was finally adjusting to the darkness around you, the two of you sitting with your legs in Matthew’s lap while you waited for the power to come back on. “There’s no way you actually do that.”

He shrugs, popping a cracker in his mouth. “If I want to get in and out fast, I will.”

You sit there with him for what felt like forever, the two of you in silence, his arms now wrapped around you with his fingers dancing up and down your skin. “How long have we been together?” he asked you.

“Two years, I think?” you tell him, trying to remember when your actual anniversary was. You started dating during one of his seasons, so you haven’t really had the chance to celebrate with him since he was away on the road when it happened or just busy with hockey in general.

“How long do we date and stay together before we move in together?” he asks you.

You sit up, caught off guard by his question. You already split your time in each other's apartments since you lived in the same building, the only difference was that you had separate keys for what was essentially the same situation. Before you could answer, the power comes back on, a smile on Matthew’s face while he waits for your answer.

“How long do you want to wait?” you counter, a smile on your face to mirror his.

“Not much longer.”

“Then let’s do it.”

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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Could i please request #52 of the 2022 blurb weekend with matthew tkachuk please

Happy blurb weekend!

alternatively, our flights get cancel and we’re two strangers who rent the last available car together (it might be a little dangerous but we’re living on the edge)

This one could turn into an actual fic if I ever actually have my life together

WC: 885

Warnings: None

You scanned the board for your flight, praying that the weather your parents had warned you about wasn’t going to impede you too much in your efforts to get him. Flight 1209 to Calgary was written right at the bottom, your eyes following across to the status. Delayed. Not ideal, but not the worst. You make your way to your gate, listening for any sort of announcement that might indicate that your flight was canceled and that your day would be ruined.

You get to your gate, a few other passengers already there waiting for the plane, or at least in the area near where you would board. You were facing the windows, looking up from your computer every few seconds to see what was going on outside as the snow was getting worse and worse. You were trying to get home from the holidays so you could get back to work later that week, this was not something you needed.

“Attention passengers for Flight 1209 to Calgary,” you hear someone over the intercom, already feeling the groan building up in you for the announcement that you didn’t want to hear, “your flight has been canceled due to the weather. Please form a single file line so we may assist you with alternate arrangements while we work on getting another flight scheduled.”

You grab your bag, getting up to hope that you wouldn’t have to wait very long to get home. The person in front of you was much taller than you, equally as irritated that the flight was canceled as he turns to you to start a conversation. “I need to be back in Calgary in 2 days,” he huffs.

“Three days for me,” you tell him, as he turns back to approach the desk. You hear him ask when the next available flight is to Calgary, the attendant telling him it wouldn’t be for five days. He groans, turning to you for help.

You didn’t know him, but you knew you had to get back to Calgary as well. “Even with connecting flights?” you ask.

The attendant types on their computer, trying to find anything. “No, I’m sorry. Everything here has been grounded for the next day until this clears out and it looks like the flights going into Calgary are being grounded as well.” You nod, the mystery man looking like he was about to hurt himself trying to think of another solution. “You can find the desk for the rental car company and try driving, although with this weather, I wouldn’t advise it.”

He looks at you, gesturing for you to start walking with him. You had no idea why you were following him, but it’s not like he could really do anything to you in an airport, right?

“I’m Matthew, by the way,” he tells you as you start walking with him, introducing yourself as well. “I knew I should have gotten an earlier flight. My brother is already back in Ottawa because his flight left at, like eight am.”

“So you live in Calgary, your brother lives in Ottawa, and you chose St. Louis to meet for the holidays?” you ask him, letting him explain his life to you.

The two of you get to the car rental desk, a long line in front of you of other people trying to get out of the airport as fast as they could. It felt like forever before you got to the front of the line, the person telling you that you had the last available car from their company.

“Wait, hold on, I also need a car,” Matthew groans.

“That sounds like a you problem,” you tell him.

“Don’t underestimate my ability to make this an us problem,” he replies, catching you off guard. “We’re going to the same place, come on.” You look between him and the person at the desk, them clearly wanting nothing to do with what was happening. “I’ll even pay for half.”

“I’m taking the car,” you say, handing the person your car. “Matthew, it’s a 27 hour drive without traffic or snow to get back to Calgary from here. I don’t know you.”

The person hands you the keys, the remaining line behind you dissipating when they made the announcement that they didn’t have any more available cars. “Exactly, it’s a 27 hour drive, plenty of time to get to know each other,” he begs, following you out of the airport and to the car. “I have to get home, and so do you. You don’t want to pay for all of this, and food, and probably somewhere to stay, and be alone the entire time, so please, let me come?”

You hesitate, still not sold on the idea as you unlock the drivers door of the car. “I don;t know,” you start.

“You can do a Google search on me and get almost a million results to show that I’m not dangerous. If anything, I shouldn’t trust you to be driving me.”

The two of you stand there, both of you with your hands on the handles of the door. You roll your eyes, hoping that you didn’t regret this trip that you were going to endure. “Get in,” you say, Matthew thanking you.

It was going to be a long ride.

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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For your blurb weekend, Jacob Markstrom with 63 please

Happy blurb weekend!

I’m walking home from the bar and it’s snowing and you see me trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue

WC: 821

Warnings: Swearing

You check the time on your phone, trying to run as fast as you could through the subway halls to make your train. You had two minutes before your train was supposed to arrive. Either that, or you had two minutes before it was supposed to leave. You really had no idea what the time meant since the label for it just said “time,” because why should anything be clearly labeled?

Getting to your train was not done without crashing into a few people on the way, definitely spilled a drink or two all over the ground. It wasn’t entirely your fault, they saw someone running for their life and still decided to just stand in the way. If your train had left without you, you’d try to find them to get them another. If.

One minute left, you were sure you were so far from the platform that you weren’t going to make it. You really didn’t want to walk home if you didn’t have to, given that it was supposed to start snowing any second, but you guess if you had to, you could. You could see the train, the doors still open. Your phone flashed the same time on the board, but you were hoping this was the one time the train wasn’t running on schedule.

You could see the doors starting to close, you just far enough away and not fast enough to make it, hitting the train as soon as the door shut. “Fuck!” you yell, your hands slamming on the glass of the door, the passengers of the train staring at you with a mixture of sympathy and no cares given to your missing your train.

“Fucking hell,” you hear someone mutter, turning to see a guy, about your age, doing the same as you, the train pulling away and leaving you alone, standing on the platform form waiting for the next one. “Any idea how long it’ll be until it comes back?” he asks, some sort of European accent that you couldn’t quite place coming from him.

You shake your head, pulling out your phone to look. It was getting late enough that you knew it would be a while, you were just hoping it wasn’t going to be a long one. You were wrong. “An hour and a half,” you groan. He lets out one that matched yours, both of you stuck on the platform. “I’m just going to walk,” you tell the stranger, turning on your heels and leaving.

The walk would be shorter than waiting, no doubt, just much, much colder given that it was below freezing out, the threat of snow looming over you. You made a little bit of an effort to find the people whose drinks you spilled, knowing you would be unsuccessful, but hey, you tried.

The cold wind hit your face as soon as you reached the outside, stinging your cheeks with every step you took. You knew the snow had to be starting soon, just hoping that you would get inside before it did. The city was still busy, lights everywhere, the shops and restaurants full of people, packed in tight, laughing, talking, enjoying their time together.

You keep walking, not a care in the world, the snow just starting to fall. You were standing under a single street light, no one else on the street with you as it came down harder, the flakes melting as soon as they hit you. You tilt your head up, your eyes closed as you let the cold snow hit your cheeks. You stick your tongue out, trying to catch the flakes.

Despite how much snow was falling, you were unsuccessful at catching any snow, but it didn’t matter. You open your eyes, a smile on your face from the moment when you see the stranger from the train standing there, a smile on his face as he stared.

“Uh, sorry,” he said, approaching you. “I didn’t mean to follow you, but I guess if we’re both heading home, we live in the same direction? I’m Jacob.” You introduce yourself, agreeing to walk with him as far as you could. The street and shops on it were long enough that if he tried anything, you could run in somewhere for help. “You looked like you were having fun.”

You let out a small laugh, slightly embarrassed that he saw you do that. “I didn’t think anyone was watching.”

“Would that have stopped you?”

You thought for a moment. “I think so.”

“That’s dumb,” he tells you, “Come on.” He takes your hand and veers you off the path. He stands there, facing you, turning his face to the sky and sticking his tongue out.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him. “Is that what I looked like when I did it?”

Jacob looks back at you, a smile on his face. “You definitely looked better.”

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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“Do you want some soup?” gives off very much soft matty tkachuk with pregnant wife/gf vibes🥺 i love your writing btw!!!

7. “Do you want some soup?”

So this is one of the three blurbs related to my Teach Me Something series, taking place before Part 3 although I don’t think you need to have read it to get the gist of the blurb (but still read it anyway :))

Happy blurb weekend!

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Oliver was sick, which meant you were more exhausted than normal trying to take care of him. You didn’t know if you had the same thing he did, but you definitely felt as shitty as your two year old at times. Actually, you didn’t even feel that awful, just waves of sickness coming and going, but never lingering for more than a few minutes.

Matthew heard you in the bathroom after coming back to your room from checking on Oliver. The two of you sit on your bed, Matthew’s arm around you as his fingers run through your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“I think better than Oliver, but at least he’s asleep now.”

“Can I get you anything? Do you want some soup? That might be the only thing you can eat, right?” Matthew suggests, kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t even know if I can keep it down.”

The two of you sit there in silence, listening to see if Oliver wakes up again. “Have you been feeling sick at school, too?”

“I’ve had a sub in for the last few days, remember?” You had been calling out, waking up every morning throwing up on top of Oliver being sick. You had been out for about a week, your students emailing you in absolute panic since the sub the school had put in place for you wasn’t following the lesson plans you laid out for them. “I feel fine right now, that’s the thing. I don’t think whatever I have is contagious, because Oliver would have the same symptoms and he doesn’t, and so would you.”

You sit there again when Matthew suddenly jumps off the bed. “Oh, my God.”

“What?” you panic, looking at your husband's frantic look.

“Oh, my God,” he repeats, grabbing his keys. “I’ll be right back.”

You follow him out of your bedroom and to the front door. “Matthew, where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back!” he yells to you, getting in his car and driving away.

You hear Oliver wake up, calling for his mommy. You go down to his room to take care of him, sitting with him as your little boy whines about however he was feeling. You both eventually fall asleep, Oliver in your arms, when Matthew goes into his room. “Babe, wake up,” he says, putting Oliver down in his bed and bringing you back to your bedroom.

“Shit, I didn’t even think I was tired.”

“Do you remember the last time you felt like this?” Matthew asks, taking something out of the bag he put on the bed and holding it behind his back. You shake your head no, surprised that he would even be able to remember it. He pulls out a box from behind his back. “You were pregnant with Oliver,” he says, a smile on his face with the pregnancy test waving in the air.

Your jaw drops, smiles on both your faces. “Oh, my God,” you say, taking the best and going into the bathroom with it. Matthew comes and sits on the floor with you, his arm around you as you wait for the results. Your backs were against the bathroom counter, the test just sitting there. “I’m so nervous.”

He kisses the top of your head, his fingers dancing along up and down your arm. “If you are, when do you think it happened?”

“I’d probably have to go to a doctor for that.”

“I hope it was the time with the handcuffs,” he says, trying to calm your nerves as both of you laugh. “Should you be able to figure that out on your own? You’re a chemistry teacher.”

“How many times do I have to beg you to learn what chemistry actually is?”

“The fact that you haven’t caught on that I’m not going to is so upsetting.”

You fall into silence, watching your phone timer count down until you can look and see the results. “That was a great time with the handcuffs, though,” you admit, breaking the silence as the seconds wind down. “I hope I am. Pregnant, I mean.”

“God, I hope you are, too,” he says, his hand cupping your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. Your phone time goes off, Matthew with the biggest smile on his face. “Ready?”

You reach up, grabbing the test. You were so scared to look at it, but seeing Matthew’s smile in anticipation was just killing you. Two lines. You start crying, happy tears falling down your face when you show Matthew the positive pregnancy test. “Babe, are you crying, too,” you ask, reaching up to wipe a tear that was rolling down his cheek.

“Oliver’s going to be a big brother.”

“He’s going to be a big brother,” you repeat, getting up as Matthew engulfs him in your arms, tears still fall down his face as he kisses you again.

You were still a little in shock, you and Matthew going over to your bed. You were pregnant. Oliver was going to have a little brother or sister. “If we have a girl, can we name her Tessa?” Matthew asks.

“Tessa Tkachuk?”

“Yeah, sort of like Taryn but not quite,” he says.

“I love it.”

“And for a boy, what about Charlie?”

You think about it for a minute, shaking your head no. “Another nickname for Charlie is ‘Chuck.’ We’re not gonna set our kid up to potentially be called ‘Chuck Tkachuk.’ Absolutely not.”

“We’ve got time to figure it out,” he says, hearing Oliver wake up again. “I got him.”

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