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Cold Hands Warm Hearts - M. Scheifele
Day 4 of 25 Days of Christmas Blurbs
Winnipeg was freezing, a deep freeze had hit the province overnight three days ago and had yet to break. Years of pond hockey had prepared Mark for the chill, his girlfriend not so much.Andrea moved to Winnipeg for a job opportunity last year, the New Mexican was not doing very well in the snow or cold temperatures and was complaining to a group at the fundraiser when they met. He laughed and warned her it was only going to get worse. Turns out he was right, just about a year ahead of schedule.
Saturday mornings practice had wrapped up about an hour ago, after showering everyone had just elected to head on home. Stepping through his front door and banging the snow off the bottom of his shoes Mark laughed at the human burrito on his couch. “Don’t you laugh at me Scheifele, it’s freezing out there!”
Mark laughed harder watching her attempted to work her hands out of the cocoon of blankets while yelling at him. She was ultimately unsuccessful despite all attempts otherwise. Kicking his shoes off fully, he slid across the floor alla Tom Cruise to the couch. “Let me in!” he whined attempting to separate the blankets, “How many blankets do you have! I don’t have this many in the house.”
“I brought reinforcements.” She chirps with a grin as Mark finally works his way into the nest. Fighting him as he pulled her out of them and up into his arms while falling backwards, tucking himself into the corner with her leaning back onto his chest. She leaned forward and grabbed the blankets, pulling them over them both as Mark laughed again.
“Are you honestly wearing mittens right now?”
Andrea turned around with a blank stare, before blinking righteously at her boyfriend. “I just told you it's freezing!” Mark trapped her arms against her body, tearing the knitted mittens off her hands, “I’m going to get you for this Scheifele!”
Her revenge came sticking her cold hands behind her back underneath his shirt while he yelped lifting up on the couch and turning her to the side. Andrea fell back in the position holding her hands up with a pout on her face, clearly hoping he’d return the mittens. Instead Mark dropped a kiss on the icicles she calls fingers wrapping them up in his own hands. Andrea smiled leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before tucking herself under Mark’s chin basking in the warmth. Without speaking they both cuddled in closer, warm in their cocoon while the wind and snow whipped outside an afternoon nap was definitely in order.
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Thunderstorm Cuddles (Mark Scheifele)
So, this is like a day or two late, but @savedbybishop said something about Mark Scheifele and cuddles...and that made me think of this.
Listening to the rain, and the distant sound of thunder, you found yourself being lulled to sleep. Getting up from the couch, you make your way to your bedroom. A flash of lightning startles you, causing you to jump onto your bed, and wrap yourself in a blanket. You hear your boyfriend laugh, turning, you see him leaning against the doorframe. You send him a glare.
“Something funny Mark?” He looks at you, trying to control his laughter. Sending him one more glare, he tries to cover his laugh with a cough.
“No, I just find it adorable (Y/N).” He says after he’s able to stop laughing.
“It’s not funny or adorable, Mark.” You say with a pout, your eyes follow Mark’s movements as he makes his way to his side of the bed. He tugs at the blanket that’s covering you, taking the hint, you move so that he’s under the blanket too. You turn so that you’re face to face with Mark, but you leave room in between the two of you.
As you close your eyes, you feel yourself being pulled into Mark’s chest, and feel his arms circling your waist, keeping you close to him. A sigh leaves your lips, and you can feel the vibrations of his laugh against his chest.
“Comfy (Y/N)?” Mark asks, nodding your head, you know you don’t need to see Mark’s smile, you could practically feel it. You then feel Mark shift the two of you, so that he was lying on his back, with you on your side, your head resting on his chest.
Another flash of lightning illuminates the bedroom that the two of you share. The room is silent, except for the rain. Just as you’re about to fall into a deep sleep, you hear Mark whisper your name. You hum in response.
“I know you aren’t actually scared of thunderstorms (Y/N).” Bolting upright in bed, you look down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes shining mischievously.
“Who told you?!”
“So you aren’t afraid of thunderstorms?”
“Why would you answer my question with a question?” You ask Mark. He rolls his eyes at you, but his smile is a dead giveaway that he finds it amusing.
“Why can’t I answer your question with a question?” You let out an exasperated sigh, and move back into Mark’s arms.
“No, I’m not afraid of thunderstorms.” You say after a bit of silence. “I just like cuddling with you, and thunderstorms are the perfect excuse for cuddles.” You feel Mark’s arms tighten around your waist.
“You know, if you want to cuddle you don’t need to use a thunderstorm as an excuse (Y/N).” You nod your head and place a kiss to his chest.
“For the record, I overheard you tell your sister that thunderstorms reminded you of home, and how you would make a blanket fort, and use a flashlight to read until your parents would tell you to go to bed by taking away your flashlight.”
Taking the hand that was resting on his chest, he brings it to his lips to kiss the palm of your hand, knowing that it would make you blush.
“Next time we cuddle, (Y/N), I’m making us a blanket fort.”
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Anything to Make You Smile – Mark Scheifele
Requested: Yes∆No
Author’s Note: Sorry I haven’t been posting, my life has been a bit of a mess and I’m very sorry if my writing reflects that. But also very grateful for all of your love and follows
Word Count: 1k
You pulled your coat closer to you as you walked.
The cold always made you feel restless.
You felt like some sort of migratory bird, you had an intense desire to fly away and head south or anywhere for some new scenery.
For as long as you could remember you never stayed in one place for too long. You and your siblings followed your dad from army base to army base. Even when your dad retired and you moved back to Canada, the place you were technically born and raised, it didn’t feel quite right.
You never felt like you belonged in any one place. Never made good enough friends, never felt like you could get comfortable.
Hell, you had transferred to four different college because you couldn’t bear the thought of being stuck at one school for all of undergrad.
It never really bothered you, you got to see the world.
But this time around felt different.
As much as you wanted to pack up your stuff and leave Winnipeg behind, you felt tethered. Maybe tethered was the wrong word, too many negative connotations.
You wanted to want to stay. You wanted to shake these weird instincts, this fight or flight response to what most people would call comfortable.
You finally got to your boyfriend’s Mark’s place and knocked on the door. He answered but seemed a bit distracted, letting you in with a quick peck on the cheek but no verbal greeting.
He went back to the living room and flopped on the couch, you followed him and sat down barely registering the hockey game he was watching. There was always hockey.
The warm air of his place hit you and made your blood begin to boil. You weren’t actually angry, but something had come over you. You wanted to start a conflict, you wanted to push away.
“I– um– will you move in with me?,” Mark said.
At the same time, you bursted out, “What is wrong with you?!”
Mark looked about as taken back with your response as you felt. You didn’t know where those words came from but they tumbled out of your mouth just as you registered what he said.
Your mind was racing with what to say next, you wanted to apologize but your mouth couldn’t find the right words. Maybe you didn’t want to find the right words.
Mark stared at you in shock, “Y/N, are you trying to break up with me?”
“No?”
“You seem very sure.”
You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. You finally spoke.
“You want me to move in?”
“Yeah,” He placed a freshly cut key in your hand, it felt like fire and you had to pull away, even though all you wanted was to squeeze tighter.
You wanted to wrap yourself in the feeling of being with Mark. The joy he brought you. The completeness. But the comfort felt so suffocating, so foreign, so all consuming.
“What’s going on Y/N? A few weeks ago we were talking about our future and now…”
“I don’t know, I feel– I feel like I can’t live here anymore. I have to leave.”
“You don’t want to be with me anymore?”
“No,” you felt a knot in throat and tears beginning to well in your eyes, “You’re the only reason I want to stay…”
You looked up to see Mark’s blue eyes welling up with tears.
“My whole life was spent picking up and going from one military base to the next… and it just feels like it’s time to pack up and move on. But,”
“But what?”
“Now there’s you.” the tears were now pouring out of your eyes, you felt like sobbing uncontrollably.
“So why do you want to go?” His voice was barely over a whisper.
“My heart is saying to stay, but my mind and my body think it’s time to move on. I guess I don’t really know what it’s like to have a place feel like home. And my soul is still searching for that.”
“Then maybe you should go,” Mark reached up and wiped away some of your tears, you looked at his own tears and didn’t know what to do, what to say.
“If that’s what you need I want to let you go, I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not here with me.”
You let out a big sob.
“I want you to have the chance to find that feeling of home, the way I’ve found it with you, I want you to have that. And I hope in the end it will bring you back to me. But if it doesn’t, at least I know you’ll be happy.”
You grabbed the sides of Mark’s face and gave him a deep kiss, trying to convey all your messy thoughts through your lips.
“You’d let me go even when it would make you miserable?”
“I’d retire from hockey if that was what made you happy.”
You took a deep breath, “Do you think packing up and moving across town is enough of a change?”
“You want to move in?” Mark’s eyes grew wide.
“Maybe it’s time I start listening to my heart... and you.”
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PUCKS DEEP - CHAPTER 4 (Mark Scheifele Fan Fiction)
WORDS: 3641
That night after my lunch date with Mark, the team was on a plane heading to the west coast. The Jets’ first game of the season was in San Jose the next day. I decided to stay up late to watch the game, illegally streaming it on my laptop because it’s pointless to have basic cable in this house. All we ever watch is Netflix or Youtube, and if we’re extremely bored we bus over to Polo Park and spend our banked Scene points on movie tickets and popcorn.
It was halfway through the first period; the score was already 2-0 for the Sharks. Me being an idiot, I originally thought hockey was played in quarters, like football and basketball. Upon further review--and by that I mean I Googled ‘Hockey for Dummies’ and found a cheat sheet--I discovered that hockey was played in three twenty-minute periods.
Heather walked into my room to find me sitting on my bed, concentrated on my laptop, eyes darting back and forth watching the movement of the puck on the ice.
“Hey.” I glanced up to acknowledge her existence for a second and promptly got back to watching the game. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” She leaned against the door frame, her voice was still raspy. “Actually, I was coming in here to check up on you.”
“Why?” I slightly raised my voice, irritated over the fact that the puck got overturned and the Sharks gained possession, again.
“Because you haven’t stopped yelling for the last ten minutes. What are you watching anyway?” She came over and laid down beside me.
“I’m trying to follow and understand how the heck this freaking game works!” My voice got louder when seeing #9 of the Sharks take a shot at our goal. Fortunately, the puck flew over the net and bounced off the glass before landing back on the ice. #27 on the Jets took control of the puck and shot it to the other end of the rink. The play was stopped by one of the referees, the commentators mentioning something about icing.
“What the heck is icing?!” I cried, quickly skimming through my cheat sheet. The stupid term wasn’t included in the stupid article; back to Google!
“Well, they’re not skating on a cake, that’s for sure…” Heather cheekily remarked, covering her mouth to cough. I intensely glared at her; If my eyes had the ability to produce laser beams, she would have been dead.
“Funny…” Finally, I found the definition on the internet. “Icing in hockey occurs when a player shoots from behind the red centre line across to the opposing goal line and the puck stays untouched.”
...What? The words were crystal clear coming out of my mouth, but they mushed together in my mind. Heather's grimaced look on her face made me realize I wasn't the only one confused.
“That didn't register in my head at all,” She blinked.
“Uggggh, why is this so confusing?!” I groaned in frustration, softly hitting my head on the screen. “Sports are supposed to be easy to follow!”
“I think you’re focusing too much on the technicality of the game rather than, you know… enjoying it?” Heather analyzed, I could hear the difference between her regular voice and her ‘I-studied-Psychology’ professional voice; it was a lower tone, and she enunciated more than usual.
“It's hard to enjoy when they haven't scored yet…” I anxiously played with the drawstrings of my grey hoodie. “I guess you're right. I figured if I was able to follow the game better and know the ins and outs that I would have something else to talk to Mark about.”
“Newsflash, Nina! You already talk to him about stuff! You were glued to your phone for a good two hours when you got home from work today! Plus, he already knows that you’re not a hockey expert so I don’t think he expects you to spit out stats or remember all the mumbo jumbo right away!”
Even though Ruby wasn’t home, I could hear her voice at the back of my head. Once again, I’m overthinking everything. I needed to stop stressing about learning everything right away and let it come naturally. Just enjoy the game.
All of a sudden the commentator’s voice got loud and full of energy. I looked up to see Mark with the puck, speeding down the ice past the Sharks’ defence and advancing towards the goal. He took a shot, the puck ricocheted off of the goalie’s padding and flew up in the air. In a swift and effortless motion, Mark lifted his stick and tapped the rebounding puck past the goalie and into the net.
SCORE!! Mark Scheifele bats the puck mid-air into the net for his first goal of the season! The Jets are now on the board; it's 2-1 with the Sharks still in the lead!
“He got a goal...” It took a moment to sink in, then the astonishment turned into excitement at full force. “Oh my God! He got a goal!”
My cheeks hurt so much from smiling, I couldn't stop clapping or squealing or bouncing on the bed. They replayed the goal from multiple camera angles, and each time the puck flew into the net I felt more and more elated, cheering each time even though I knew it was a replay. I could feel Heather's eyes on me, watching Mark celebrate his goal with his teammates; I was admiring the screen so closely that I could have gone cross-eyed.
“Look at you! You are smitten!” Heather chuckled.
“What! I can't admire a good goal?” I began to babble, trying to justify my behaviour. “It was a really good one! I KNOW I wouldn't be able to do what he just did! I can't handle a stick or hit a puck so fast like that! And yeah, maybe it did attract me to him more knowing that he's disciplined in a sport he plays professionally but it's mostly because of the goal! It looked awesome! I'm in awe! That's all it is…”
Heather rolled her eyes at my sad excuse of an explanation. “Neens, just admit it! You’re falling for him, he’s basically your boyfriend already!”
“Yes, I like him. A lot.” I sighed. “But he's not my boyfriend. We don't have an official label, not to mention we just met less than a week ago. Right now, we’re friends that are still getting to know each other and that have also kissed once or twice. I don't plan on rushing into a relationship anytime soon.”
“But you definitely wanna get into his pants…” Heather’s eyebrows wiggled up and down, a sly smirk spreading on her face. The thought of being intimate with Mark quickly processed through my mind and instantly my cheeks felt flush. I threw a pillow at her in retaliation.
“NO! Shut up! I have a hockey game to watch!” I faltered, trying to be serious but the muscles in my face betrayed me, forcing me to smile and giggle like a big dork.
Has the thought of being intimate with Mark run through my head before? Kind of, but not really. They’ve been innocent thoughts; very tamed, nothing remotely close to being pornographic. Like I’ve mentioned before, I have flaws; I’m insecure when it comes to my body and I’m scared that If I get too close too soon, I’m going to end up hurt. It’s happened before, and it’s messed with my self-esteem ever since. Therefore, I don’t want to put myself in that situation until the time is right and we’re both ready. Thankfully, Mark doesn’t seem like the ‘hit-it-and-quit-it’ type. His heart seems to be as gooey as a marshmallow, however, people can change as time goes by.
Heather left my room after the first period and I watched the rest of the game by myself, or at least I tried to. As much as I wanted to tape my eyelids open, I succumbed to my drowsiness at the beginning of the third period. All of my energy was sucked away during the second when the Jets came back in a big way from the deficit. Ruby came home from work and thought I was being murdered because of how loud I was freaking out over #13's goal. Heather had to reassure her that I had been acting like that all night. When I passed out, the score was 4-3; the Jets had the lead. I was optimistic about a win.
I woke up to my alarm on my cell the next morning. One of the girls must have been in my room; my laptop was set on the side table and my blanket was tucked tightly around me like a burrito. I unlocked my phone and saw that I received a text message at 2:30 AM. It was from Mark:
Hey, beautiful :) I know you're sleeping but I just wanted to tell you that we won! Got tied up in the 3rd and were about to go into OT but we got the game-winner just before the horn. I'm heading to bed now. I'll text you when I'm back in the Peg.
I miss you.
Although I felt restless, seeing that text from Mark revitalized me in an instant. Not only was I thrilled that they won their first game of the season, but reading that he missed me had me walking on air. And he called me beautiful again! If only this exhilarating, floating feeling could last all day (but it won't because I have to go to a job that I hate with every fibre of my being!) If only he was here, lying next to me in bed…
Remember, take it slow.
I replied back, telling him that I saw the game and congratulating him on his impressive goal. Also…
I miss you too.
It’s Wednesday. It’s the day of the home opener, and I’m freaking out.
“Nina? Simon is on his way. Are you ready?” Ruby asked as she walked into my bedroom to see me, wrapped in my housecoat and staring at the mountain of clothing I accumulated on my bed.
“No…” I huffed, lost in contemplation. “What does one even wear to a hockey game? I’ve gone through everything in my dresser!”
I couldn't believe this was happening. When it comes to plans made in advance, I'm usually the one that's punctual. I'm always ready before everyone else; my outfit is coordinated the day before, my hair and makeup are done hours prior to leaving, and I'm the one helping others and rushing them out the door to show up an hour early.
Right now, I'm all over the place; nothing in my wardrobe seems like it's fitting, my hair is half done and my makeup looks like, for lack of a better word, ass. At this rate, I'm not leaving my room. My chest was feeling tight, I felt nauseous and short of breath. This isn’t like me; I am always prepared!
I flopped onto my bed, burying my head under the pile of clothes like an ostrich. “I need help! I need an adult!” I whined loudly.
“It’s okay, I will help! Don’t worry!” Ruby reassured. I pulled my head out to observe her looking over the many options I had laid out. Surely, she would be able to find something. She dresses better than Heather and I combined. However, the expression on her face turned sour, her head shaking in disapproval as she threw clothing off the bed piece by piece.
“No, this won’t do...” She muttered under her breath. “Not this… Definitely not this… Gross… Plaid? Seriously? That’s a no!”
Deep breaths, close your eyes and take long deep breaths. Everything is going to be fine… I hope.
Finally, a saving grace. Ruby picked up a white turtleneck and a light bulb flickered on in her head.
“Good. This is good, We can work with this…” Ruby searched through the rest of my clothes and in no time, she was throwing an outfit at me. “Get dressed.”
She paired the turtleneck with a pair of high waisted denim jeans and a black belt. She ran out of my room and came back shortly with my black Chucks and the leather jacket I wore the night I met Mark. Once everything was on, I looked in the mirror at my makeup. I had no time to start over, All I could do was fix the smudged eyeliner that turned into eyeshadow and dab my face with the leftover foundation on my blending sponge. My hair was half straight, half wavy; no use in trying to salvage it at this point so I threw it into a ponytail.
“How do I look?” I looked towards Ruby, letting out a loud exasperated sigh and my shrugging arms falling to my side. On a scale from one to ten, my self-confidence was at a negative two.
“You look great! Very stylish!” Ruby complimented, trying to get my spirits up. It wasn’t working; I could feel my hands getting clammy, my mouth drying up.
“I am so nervous...” My voice croaked while fidgeting around with my sweaty palms. My head was overwhelmed with worse case scenarios. “What if Mark gets hurt tonight or if their team loses or both? What if I become some sort of jinx and he performs badly?”
Ruby cupped my cheeks in her hands and lifted my head up to look at her. “Tonight is going to be fun! There is no need to be nervous! It's as simple as going to a hockey game with your friends. You look fantastic and when Mark sees you cheering in the stands, he is going to feel so lucky! And if we're being honest, if you weren’t like a sister to me, I would bang. One hundred percent!”
I rolled my eyes while trying to stifle a chuckle, my frown breaking down into a straight, awkward grin. “You and your words of encouragement.” Weird enough, her idea of a pep talk did help a little bit.
Ruby’s phone buzzed. “Simon’s here!” She asked me one more time. “Are you ready?”
I took one more look in the mirror. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“This. Is. Nuts.” Simon's mouth dropped, his eyes about to pop out of his head as we were escorted down to the Jets’ locker room at Bell MTS Place. “I can't believe we're down here!”
“Whatever you do, don't go wandering off like you did at the Iceplex,” Ruby warned, her eyes following Simon's every move. “We don't need you getting banned and making Nina look bad. We're her guests and we should be thankful that she can bring us along.”
“Right! By the way, have I said 'thank you’ yet?” Simon put his hands on my shoulders, he was so excited I could feel him vibrating.
“Yes, about fifty times on the way here.” I let out a chuckle. Seeing Simon hyped up and Ruby discipline him helped calm my nerves. He was like a little kid at a toy store, wanting to touch and play with everything. We passed by a rack of hockey sticks and Ruby had to grab on the hood of his jacket to pry him away.
“Don't!” She scolded him in a deep, motherly tone. I bit down on my lip trying not to laugh but the staff member with us couldn't help but crack a smile.
“We do have a cleaning closet nearby if you need to put him in a time out,” They joked.
“Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.” Ruby pulled Simon away from touching a photo on the wall. “Apparently, leaving his harness and leash at home was a bad idea…”
We turned a corner and my stomach fluttered. There was Mark at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall waiting, hands tucked into his pant pockets and looking down at his shiny black dress shoes. He was wearing a dark navy suit, paired with a white dress shirt and grey tie. He looked like a different person compared to when I saw him on TV a few nights ago; his hair was freshly cut and styled to the side, and his face cleanly shaved. He glanced up and saw me, his crystal blue eyes and smile looking brighter than ever. My heart went rapid as we approached and Mark went in for a hug. His cologne was sweet smelling, like a flower garden after a spring shower.
“Hi,” We greeted in unison, both of us giggling at the coincidence afterwards.
“I like the suit. Blue is your colour!” I complimented.
“Thank you. What do you think of the baby face?” He asked. I gently touched his right cheek, his skin was so soft I was envious.
“I miss the scruff, but you look much more handsome.” Our eyes connected for a moment before I broke contact to look at him licking his lips. The urge of wanting to kiss him grew exponentially. However, the moment was quickly ruined by Simon, whose arm was frantically waving to the extent of producing a light breeze behind me.
“HI MARK!” He shouted in my ear, I winced.
“Hey, Simon. Hey Ruby,” He laughed. With her fast reflexes, Ruby grabbed Simon's arm in mid-wave and linked her arm with his.
“By any chance, you wouldn't happen to have duct tape lying around, do you?” Ruby inquired.
Mark shook his head.“No, just grip tape. I don't think it will help in restraining him.”
“That's okay. I'll just keep a close eye on him.” Ruby pulled Simon close to her. It was like watching someone trying to keep a hyper Cocker Spaniel puppy under control.
“Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys.” Mark grabbed my hand, his fingers interlocking with mine, and led me to the locker room.
Of course, the first thing I do when I walk in is almost break the most sacred rule in a hockey locker room.
“Careful!” Mark politely placed his arm in front of me, pointing at the carpet. “It’s a thing not to step on the logo.”
I look down to see my feet an inch away from the gigantic Jets logo on the locker room floor. I immediately distanced myself from it. “Oh, crap-- I am so sorry!”
“Scheifs! Did your girl step on the logo?” One of Mark’s teammates playfully chided, walking up and messing up his hair. I could hear Simon squealing like a girl behind me. Ruby covered his mouth to mute the sound.
“Nina, Blake. Blake is the captain of the team.” Mark introduced, I shook Blake’s hand.
“I didn’t do it, I swear.” I nervously smiled.
Blake laughed. “It’s all good, no worries! I heard it’s your first game tonight. Have fun!”
We continued around the locker room and I met more of the team. I couldn’t remember all of their names because there were so many people and they were all really tall. I felt like the only gnome on a lawn covered with garden flamingos. The only people I do remember were Andrew (because he’s Mark’s roommate), Tyler (because he was the tallest out of everyone I met), Patrik (because I couldn’t stop staring at his beard), and Dustin (because he recognized Simon as the guy who snuck into the locker room at the Iceplex and threatened to kick his ass if he didn’t leave).
“I’ll get him out of here,” Ruby agreed, pushing Simon towards the door.
“I’ll come with.” I took one last look around the locker room. “Everyone seems to be getting their stuff on, anyways.”
“Before you leave…” Mark walked over to his gear and came back with a light blue jersey, different from the typical dark blue and white ones I usually see around the city. “This is the new alternate jersey. I figured you would need something to show your newly found team spirit.”
I turned the jersey around to see his name and number on the back. “This Scheifele guy, is he a good player?” I teased.
“The best! Even better than me!” He quipped back. I took off my jacket and Mark helped me put the jersey on over my turtleneck.
“How do I look?” I modeled the oversized sweater in front of him. He gave me two thumbs up.
“Blue is your colour!” He praised. I looked down to admire the jersey. Compared to what I felt like earlier, my self-confidence was now at an eleven.
“It’s really nice. Thank you,” I hugged him one more time, I didn’t want to let go but he needed to get ready. “Good luck out there tonight.”
I stepped back to leave the locker room when I felt Mark’s hand squeeze mine. “Hey...”
I looked back at him and he pulled me close again, our noses brushing against each other. “Don’t I get a ‘good luck’ kiss?”
“Maybe…” I smirked, my hands resting on his chest. Mark lifted my chin with his finger and leaned in, his soft lips touching mine in a gentle, sensual kiss. Once again, our moment was ruined. This time by Mark’s teammates jeering at us to get a room, throwing their towels at our heads.
“Hey! Those better be clean!” Mark shouted. I gave him one more peck on the cheek.
“Get ready, please. Before they start throwing jock straps.” I ordered, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll see you out there.”
I left the locker room and made my way upstairs to my seat, which happened to be a few rows behind the Jets bench. Ruby and Simon were sitting down, beers and Jets Dogs in hand. Ruby handed me a beer as I sat down beside her.
“Feeling better?” She asked.
“Yeah, definitely.”
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Memes NHL Players Remind Me Of
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What New Skill Did You Learn During Quarantine?
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Sweet Sensation - Mark Scheifele
Requested? Y / N “Can you do #79 and #75 for Mark Scheifele”
Prompt: (#75) “Well this is awkward” (#79) “Did you just LICK me?”
Warnings: None
A/N: Wow this was really difficult to write for some reason. Like I couldn’t really think of anything. I hope you like it though!
WC: 813
With it being the offseason, Mark had a lot more free time. More free time meant more time to spend with you. It was a lazy day in Kitchener, Canada., so you thought you’d propose an idea to your boyfriend.
You walked down the hallway into the kitchen where Mark was. “Hey, Mark?” You called
He lifted his head up. “What’s up?”
“So I was thinking maybe we go out for some ice cream this afternoon?” You suggested
Mark paused for a second, clearly thinking about your offer. After a few moments, he finally spoke up. “Yeah, I’m game for that. Let me go put on my shoes and I’ll be ready to go.”
You left the kitchen and went back up to the bedroom. After grabbing your phone, you headed to the laundry room where your shoes were. You slipped them on, and then met Mark in the family room.
“Ready?” He asked
“Ready” You confirmed
Both Mark and yourself headed out of your house and to the sidewalk. Since main street was only a little walk away from your guys’ house, you two decided to walk. With your hand in his, at first, you two enjoyed the sounds of the neighboorhood. The sounds of kids running around and playing, birds chirping, and the whirring of a lawnmower.
“Is it always like this?” You asked, breaking the silence between you two
“Is what always like what?” Mark questioned back
“Is the neighborhood always this lively?” You clarified
He shrugged. “Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. It all depends on the day. For the most part, in the summer, a lot of kids are out playing street hockey or soccer.”
Your lips couldn’t help but form a soft smile as you heard that. “That sounds lovely”
Even though you were looking straight ahead, you could see out of the corner of your eye that he turned his head to look at you.
You make it seem like you’ve never experienced anything like that,” Mark spoke
“That’s because I never have.”
“Really? You’ve never lived in a neighborhood?” He asked
“I haven’t. I was born in raised in (insert large city) and we didn’t really have a bunch f large grassy areas to play in.”
About ten minutes later, you two ended up on main street. The doorbell jingled as you two walked into the ice cream parlor and the scent of the sweet filled your noses. Both of you walked up to the counter where the cash register was.
“Hi, welcome. How may I help you?” The lady behind the counter asked
You quickly skimmed the menu even though you already knew exactly what you wanted. Like every other time you went to the ice cream parlor, you ordered (insert your favorite ice cream). Mark, on the other hand, took a few extra moments to decided what he was going to get. He ultimately ended going for a bowl of Sweet Cream.
The lady told you what the total was going to be, and you opened your purse to take out your card when Mark beat you to it.
“Don’t worry, I got it” He said to you as he swiped his card.
“I’ll pay you back when we get home” You replied
“There’s no need”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive”
The lady came back with both of your orders. The two of you thanked her as she handed them over, and then you sat down at a table to enjoy your treat.
Both of you were pretty quiet as you ate your ice cream. However, that changed when you noticed Mark’s ice cream melting onto him.
“Uh, babe?” You began, getting his attention
“What’s up?” He asked as he lifted his head up to look at you
“You got a little…” You answered as you motioned to his chin.
He nodded, knowing exactly what you meant. Taking a napkin, he wiped his face but completely missed the spot. After failing two or three more times, he gave up.
“Let me do it,” You told him
You grabbed a napkin and dampened it before having Mark lean in so you could wipe the dried ice cream off his chin. For some reason his eyes were closed so after you cleaned him up, you decided to kiss his lips. After kissing him you pulled away and his eyes open.
“There, it’s all good,” You said
“Thank you” He replied, “But uh, did you lick me?”
Your eyebrows furrowed “Uh no… what makes you think that?”
“Cause I felt something wet on my chin”
You couldn’t help but chuckle “That wasn’t my tongue; that was a wet napkin”
“Oh well… this is awkward…” He trailed off
“Why on Earth would I lick you?”
Mark shrugged “I don’t know. I felt the wetness and that was the only thing I could think of”
“Alright, whatever you say”
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As requested by a friend..
(okay a little context.. I’m not saying I don’t love Blake wheeler as out captain but I felt like it would be weird to write about since he is married and has 3 children)
I had long given up worrying about other people's opinions the day I walked into my new job. So much of my life had already been wasted trying to please everyone. While my vow to live for myself was still new, it seemed to be working out in my favour. I'd quit my job working for a private fitness center after one too many ignorant comments from my boss and that same day applied for one of the most coveted jobs in the city, a spot on the medical team for the Winnipeg Jets I didn't think I had any chance of getting it, I was only a few years removed from school, had no experience in hockey and was female. But apparently I was wrong. The man in charge of hiring me told me the club was looking for a female who could hold her own in a group of loud hockey players. Having grown up with three older brothers I was definitely comfortable around groups of young men.
My first day as a member of the Jets Hockey Club I woke up before my alarm, anxious for what the day would bring. Part of me was expecting to arrive only to find it was all a hoax. I tried to stay in the shower longer than usual in hopes of calming myself down, but I was too worried about what I would wear to enjoy the hot water on my skin. I got out of the shower and continued my morning routine, I wrapped my hair in a towel, dried my body off with another one and began moisturizing my heavily inked skin. I'd gotten my first tattoo the day I turned eighteen and since then had developed quite a collection of colourful and unique pieces that covered both of my arms, part of my chest and shoulders and were creeping down to my thighs. They were the main reason I didn't work in a hospital or community care facility, the public seemed to have some strange idea that my tattoos affected my ability to treat and care for them.
When I'd made sure every part of my body was slathered in vanilla scented lotion I made my way to my closet. The head of the medical team had told me to wear whatever I was comfortable in on days when we didn't have a game. I sifted through my collection of cotton day dresses and decided I didn't want to look like I was trying to hard, instead I opted for high waisted black skinny jeans, a red and white stripped t-shirt and a black cardigan, I wanted to have something to cover my arms so I could slowly ease the people around me into my tattoos, history had suggested that people tended to be more accepting if they didn't see all of them right away. It wasn't that I cared what they thought, but I did care about my job. My long black hair pulled into a high ponytail, my bangs laying straight across my forehead and my make up carefully applied I was ready to go. The nerves had yet to subside and I reckoned that they wouldn't any time in the near future.
When I arrived at the rink I was immediately introduced to Coach Paul Maurice. He seemed like a kind man and offered to give me a tour of the facility. He took me through the offices pointing out the important ones I'd need to remember and introduced me to a number of trainers and business people involved with the organization. When we got to the main gym area it was empty, Paul explained that there was mandatory skate that afternoon, so most of the boys wouldn't be in until later. The gym was beautiful, it had an assortment of different equipment that looked brand new, along with televisions mounted on almost ever wall and mirrors from floor to ceiling. Through the gym we made our way to the dressing room. It looked like most of the arena dressing rooms i'd been in, with stalls and benches along the walls and team colours everywhere. As Paul was telling me a little bit more about the team a tall man with light blonde walked in dressed in gym clothes. I instantly knew who he was, but didn't let on that I was slightly starstruck.
"Perfect timing." Paul exclaimed, motioning for the man to join us. "Alex, I'd like to you meet our captain Patrik Laine. Pat, this is Alex Johnson , she's joining the medical team."
"It's nice to meet you." The man held out his hand. "Welcome to the team."
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Pumpkin Injury (Mark Scheifele)
You could not believe that Halloween was just around the corner. It felt like Halloween crept up on you. You were so focused on hockey starting and helping your boyfriend get ready for the season, and moving in together, that you hadn’t had time to start decorating. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays, and you loved to decorate your place.
Making your way through the door, you see a pile of what looks like Halloween décor in the middle of your living room. Making your way closer to the pile, you see a few small pumpkins, some string lights shaped in the shape of leaves. You realize that it’s all your fall/Halloween décor.
‘Huh, where did all this stuff come from?’ You ask yourself.
“MARK?” You call out, “Where are you?”
“In the bathroom.” Is what he replies with. Making your way to the bathroom, you briefly see the start of a pumpkin being carved on your dining room table.
Once you make it to the bathroom in your shared room, you see him wrapping a washcloth around his finger. He was muttering to himself. The only words you heard were “frick,” and “pumpkin.” Trying to figure out what had happened, you then remember the pumpkin in your dining room.
“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” You ask. Mark looks up at you, a sheepish smile on his face.
“You weren’t supposed to be here yet.” Mark says. You move to sit on the bathroom counter close to your boyfriend.
“My manager let me go home early.” Was your reply. “I texted you, but I guess you never saw it.”
“Huh.” Mark says, “I don’t actually know where my phone is. It might be under the pile in the living room.” You laugh and kiss your boyfriend on the cheek.
“Can I see your finger?” Reluctantly, Mark lets you look at his finger. It wasn’t too bad, and all it needed was a bit of gauze and a band aid.
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Three hours later, you were curled up on the couch watching hockey. The only sources of light in your living room was coming from the string lights that the two of you hung, and the glow from the TV screen. You tore your eyes away from the screen to see Mark coming to the couch with two mugs in hand. Making room for Mark so that the two of you could share a blanket, you grab one of the mugs from his hand.
“One hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.” He says as you take the mug. You thank him and move closer to him, making sure not to spill anything.
You love the nights that you and Mark get to spend time together, just the two of you. Sometimes you think that it’s a selfish thought, but with the hockey season in full force, moments like these were getting tough to find.
“Okay,” Mark says, drawing you out of your thoughts, “what’s going on in that head of yours?” You look up at him to see a soft smile on his face.
“I just love moments like this.” You say, smiling up at Mark.
He kisses your forehead, and wraps his arms around you, drawing you as close to him as he could. “Me too (Y/N).” Mark says.
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Masterlist (as of 4/10/24)
Anaheim Ducks
Trevor Zegras- Details
Arizona Coyotes
Clayton Keller- Rue
Boston Bruins
Trent Frederic- Body and Mind
Charlie McAvoy- I’m Such A Fool
Buffalo Sabres
Tyson Jost- Apartment 402
Alex Tuch- Happy Anniversary ∆ As a Dad
Jeff Skinner- I Have My Own Drawer?
Carolina Hurricanes
Freddie Andersen- Nicest Thing
Zach Aston-Reese- Think I Could Love You
Chicago **********
Taylor Hall- Be My Mistake
Colorado Avalanche
Nathan Mackinnon- The Best Man Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Cale Makar - Serotonin
Columbus Blue Jackets
Johnny Gaudreau- Can I Help You?
Dallas Stars
Jamie Benn- Cooking Breakfast ∆ Doll Parts
Detroit Red Wings
Dylan Larkin- I’m Drunk, Baby
Olli Maatta- Oblivious Part 1 Part 2
Edmonton Oilers
Leon Draisaitl- You Stupid Bitch
Florida Panthers
Sam Reinhart- Nice Boy
Matthew Tkachuk- Did You Come?
Los Angeles Kings
Adrian Kempe- Flowers in Your Hair
Nashville Predators
Tyson Barrie- If You Leave The Light On Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Anthnoy Beauvillier- Midnight Love
New Jersey Devils
Dougie Hamilton- Fool’s Holiday ∆ hydrangeas where your face should be
Nico Hischier- Valentine’s Day ∆ hornylovesickmess
Timo Meier As a Boyfriend
New York Islanders
Mat Barzal- As a Boyfriend ∆ Go To Bed Angry ∆ As a Dad
Zach Parise- Anxious Breaths
New York Rangers
Chris Kreider- A Melancholy Flavor
Ottawa Senators
Jakob Chychrun- Them
Pittsburgh Penguins
Ryan Graves- Don’t Write An Elegy
Krist Letang- Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You
Evgeni Malkin - Rough Night
Seattle Kraken
Brandon Tanev- Capricious
St. Louis Blues
Kevin Hayes- As a Boyfriend ∆ Geminis
Kasperi Kapanen- A Big Deal
Tampa Bay Lightning
Phil Myers as a Boyfriend
Vancouver Canucks
Brock Boeser- Prove It ∆ Needy ∆ Morning After ∆ Seven to Ten ∆ Homebody
Quinn Hughes- .
Elias Pettersson- I’ll Call You Mine
Vegas Golden Knights
Nolan Patrick- Rocket Power ∆ As a Boyfriend
Winnipeg Jets
Mark Scheifele- Anything to Make You Smile
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Pretty Boy Swag :)
Btw, Chapter 4 of Pucks Deep is out now. Gonna do a masterlist post of the chapters later during the game :)
#mark scheifele#winnipeg jets#baby boy scheif#pucks deep#mark scheifele imagine#mark scheifele fan fiction#mark scheifele fan fic
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rules: list three facts about your self then tag a few people
i was tagged by @scheifefe, thank you my star!! i love you!! though i will preface this by saying that i really am not interesting.
1. i, supposedly, have a Special Power that allows me to meet borderline famous people (borderline is the key word here) and this manifests mostly with hockey boys, but there have been others! a comprehensive list:
bryan little (3x)
adam lowry
mark scheifele
michael hutchinson
tyler myers
chris thorburn
darcy oake (magician)
jon montgomery (olympic athlete)
mathieu perreault
brandon tanev (kinda?)
ben chiarot
that’s it i think
2. i got to hold the olympic torch when i was like. 8? a family friend was passing off the torch in our city and he brought it to our house? and i got a picture with it, and did indeed get bullied at school because of people not believing me. imagine their shock when this family friend brought it to my class and we had an olympic party... wish i was joking
3. i am able to talk about something i’m interested for a whole 2 hours and never get tired of it, which isn’t interesting as much as it is annoying, honestly. sorry @scheifefe :) but yeah a few people have been on the receiving end of my rant about Guitars. just. as a whole. so there’s that?
tagging: @three-headed-monster @heteromrphsm @bigboigritty @charlieg @little-girl-blue-loves-rogerina @zinka8 @shackadaisical @rafaelina-casillas @bitchasslowry @bluehairedspidey and anyone else that wants to do this!
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