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msmargaretmurry · 5 months

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really enjoying how in my particular corner of tumblr everyone is getting hyped up for panthers/oilers tomorrow like it's a headline nhl event. who needs the winter classic. who needs the playoffs. wednesday night rivalry? no, give me the random monday night interconference game between a pretty okay nontraditional market team and the team in 30th place in the standings right now. just vibrating in anticipation at the possibility of two guys who aren't friends being near each other for five seconds

#to be clear i am not immune to this. i will be skipping class to watch this game #matthew and leon #hockey for ts

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hopetorun · 10 months

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for the ship kiss meme, number 28 for matthew and leon, please 😘

a kiss as a lie

Matthew drives the three hours up highway 2 because unpleasant as a fractured hand is, it’s nothing on a high ankle sprain. The road rolls by, less familiar the farther he gets from Calgary but still somehow basically the same. His hand throbs where he’s clenching the wheel too tight, and somewhere in the outskirts of Edmonton he has to pull over and peel the brace off to stretch it.

It’s a long time to listen to himself think, especially since he’s trying not to do that too much right now. Too many moving pieces to make any decisions. Johnny hedged when Matthew talked to him two days ago. Dad equivocated when Matthew asked for his opinion. He didn’t even bother to ask anyone else, but Mom had some input anyway, maybe the most helpful of the bunch—there’s no objectively correct answer, so Matthew just has to pick what he wants.

Leon lets him in, limping obviously. There’s a pair of crutches leaned up against the wall by the kitchen that Matthew looks at and then decides to ignore. The silence is heavy, Matthew not asking about his ankle and Leon not offering anything to fill the space around it.

“Sorry about the sweep,” Matthew says finally.

Leon shrugs. He steps into Matthew’s space and kisses him, and Matthew melts into it immediately. That’s what he’s here for, after all.

It’s good, being kissed like this. Getting his hands on Leon’s skin and Leon’s mouth on his neck. Leon touches him carefully, even though Matthew’s not the one who’s limping through his own house, and kisses him with an edge of desperation, and murmurs Matthew’s name when Matthew presses into him.

After, Leon tucks his face into Matthew’s neck. “Only three months until the preseason.”

There’s always Flames-Oilers in the preseason. Matthew just doesn’t know if he’ll be playing in those games yet. He nods anyway, chin knocking against Leon’s forehead once, and then he nudges Leon’s head up.

“Yeah,” he says softly, a simple statement of fact. Not a promise. Not anything.

He kisses Leon before either of them can say anything else.

#my fic #ask meme #matthew and leon #i love to break things and only loosely imagine in my head how they will be fixed in 50-70k i'm not going to write #fic by daisysusan

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cheddaryouthanme · 9 months

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Hockey RPF writers being known across fandoms as literary masters

When I first started reading MattDrai fics on AO3 I remember thinking “wait what the HELL is going on why is this the most consistently well-written fanfiction I’ve read in any fandom? Is this a thing? Do people know??” And apparently it is and they do.

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ijustdontlikepeople · 2 months

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NHL x Internet 6/?

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zetterbabe · 2 months

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nhl players write their names with vision flipped goggles

#leon draisaitl #matthew tkachuk #adam fox #matty beniers #jack hughes #seth jarvis #charlie mcavoy #*xp #listen the cut... from leon to matthew kjghkjghk #leon in general DJDKFKFFN #hockey stuff

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glovehearts · 3 months

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asg might be over but the girls are still going at it (from am34’s comment section)

#auston matthews #leon draisaitl #i miss hockeys being dumb in ig comments #this was like a sweet flashback #more pls #toronto maple leafs #edmonton oilers

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adelphenium · 2 months

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for valentine's day!! fake dating sim screencaps my beloved 🫶💝

+ bonus leon getting into his gamer girl era:

#Serious Gamer leon understands that there are branching consequences for each action you take and that agency is not to be taken lightly #(he wants the secret ending where you end up with both)#matthew tkachuk #connor mcdavid #leon draisaitl #florida panthers #edmonton oilers #mcmattdrai #mcdrai #mattdrai #hockey art #yjart #hrpf #hockey rpf

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stuckinnet · 5 months

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“i feel like sidney crosby would have a 4 star rating on ratemyteacher”… once again she’s so right

#i love her videos on tiktok #mitch marner #sidney crosby #nathan mackinnon #jeff skinner #leon draisaitl #matthew tkachuk #toronto maple leafs #new york islanders #pittsburgh penguins #colorado avalanche #buffalo sabres #edmonton oilets #florida panthers #mat barzal

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msmargaretmurry · 2 months

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18 matthew/leon

18 - things you said when you were scared

(cw for being outed)

In the video, Matthew is instantly recognizable: his curls, wild and golden in the sunshine; his dimpled grin; that stupid Elbo Room t-shirt. His companion is less recognizable, all swim trunks and thick muscle, dark wet hair slicked back from the pool. Over the course of the nine-second clip, Matthew, in the video, tugs this man in and kisses him briefly, then pulls back to say something, then laughs as he’s kissed by the man, longer and more thoroughly. The man has a great ass, and Matthew’s hands find it eagerly as they shift out of view. The cameraperson tries for a moment to find a new angle that works through the foliage and fencing, then gives up. That’s it.

Apparently the Bahamas aren’t far enough to go for some privacy.

While Matthew paces in the bedroom of their rented condo with what seems like his entire family including his uncle-agent on speakerphone, Leon sinks as deep into the couch as is humanly possible, watching the video on repeat in the Tweet that gave it to the world. Leon knows the exact moment it was taken, because it was only yesterday. It would be a hot video if it weren’t so horrifying. They look good together. Matthew looks so happy.

It should be more of a relief that the video doesn’t include a good shot of his face. Instead Leon just feels guilty that Matthew’s the only one getting blown up about it. Feels anxious, waiting for someone to figure it out. Feels nauseous, waiting for what Matthew will say when he emerges from his conference call. Most of what Leon gets through the door is Matthew’s side of the conversation — “I don’t know, I don’t know,” he keeps saying, his voice pitched high, tight with stress. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he keeps saying. “That part doesn’t matter,” a bunch of times in a row, then in an exasperated burst: “That’s none of your business. That’s nobody’s business.”

Leon has no idea who Matthew told his family he was going on vacation with. He just knows it wasn’t him. That’s fine. That’s how it’s supposed to be.

After an eternity, the bedroom door flies open and Matthew stomps into the main room to start furiously gathering his things.

“I’m going home,” he bites out.

Leon sits up so quickly his head spins a little. “Sorry, what?”

Matthew doesn’t even pause. He grabs his hoodie from the back of the sofa, his flip-flops from by the door. “There’s a flight tonight, I can make it if I pack fast.”

“”You’re leaving.”

“Um, obviously. My mom’s upset, my dad’s confused, we need to figure out what to do next—”

“Okay, yeah, but what about me?”

Matthew finally whirls to look at him. “What about you?”

It’s like a slap in the face.

“Wow,” says Leon. “Fuck you, too, I guess.”

Matthew deflates. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, and rubs a hand over his face, through his hair. “Fuck.”

“No, it’s fine, I get it.” And he does get it, really. Matthew’s life just got rocked, not Leon’s. And it’s not like this is serious, between them. If it was serious, Matthew’s parents wouldn’t be asking who the guy in the video is. Leon’s parents would know where he is right now. When they’d made the plans, Matthew had laughed and said, a lot of effort just to fuck. Leon had grinned and said, yeah, but I’ll make it worth your while.

Leon rocks to his feet and heads for the bedroom. He might as well start packing.

“Leon—” Matthew says, following after him. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t have time to have this fight right now.”

“We’re not fighting,” Leon says. “You’re leaving, so there’s no point in me staying, so I’m leaving, too.”

“Fuck you,” says Matthew. “You don’t get to be pissed at me right now.”

He’s right. And Leon’s not pissed, not really. Not at Matthew. At whoever did this. A couple of barely-famous hockey players aren’t the kind of people this shit is supposed to happen to. Barely even barely famous. Matthew was right on the phone with his family — it’s not anyone’s business.

“You’re right,” Leon says with a sigh. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Come here.”

Matthew is tense all over, but he lets Leon fold him into a hug. Leon rubs his back, kisses the side of his head, tries not to wonder if this is the last time they’ll ever do this.

“Sorry,” Leon says again.

Matthew exhales wetly against his neck. “I have to leave. I can’t be here. You know I hate people getting in my business. I can’t—”

“I know, I know, I know,” Leon says. He hugs Matthew tighter as his stomach ties itself in knots.

“I’ll figure out what to tell people,” Matthew mumbles, his fingers curling into Leon’s shirt. “I can just say it was some guy I met here — maybe I wanted a vacation alone or something, I don’t know— I mean, my parents will hate that, they want me to have a secret nice boyfriend or something so we can trot him out and be like, look, still totally wholesome, nothing to see here—”

“Okay,” Leon says.

There’s a beat, and then Matthew pulls back to look at him with a frown. “Okay what?”

“I just mean, if it’s easier that way.” Leon’s brain catches up with what’s coming out of his mouth, and his cheeks are suddenly hot. “I mean. If you need me to be a boyfriend. If that would help. I can do that.”

Matthew stares. “I don’t— I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Did you ask?” Leon says. “No. I’m just saying. If you want.”

It’s probably a very stupid offer. The kind of offer that could blow up Leon’s life in ways he’s only ever thought about as vague, distant what-ifs. The kind of offer you’re supposed to offer only if it’s serious. Definitely the kind of offer he should think about for more than five seconds, but none of that seems particularly important right now.

Matthew sags into the hug again, holding on even tighter than before. Leon squeezes him, kisses his hair, breathes in the smell of the ocean.

“At the very least let me help you pack,” he murmurs. Matthew lets out a long, shaky breath, his fingers digging into Leon’s back.

“Maybe I can fly out in the morning instead.”

#ask #writing meme #matthew and leon #i actually got this exact prompt twice so i'm gonna have to think of another fill for it too #not a hardship! just funny to me #anyway i feel like this is a concept that would only really be done justice over the course of like 50k words #but we will have to live with this version

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hopetorun · 10 months

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🐀, 17

a kiss to distract

Matthew winces when Leon leans in to kiss him. It’s subtle, but Leon’s spent plenty of time having to read Matthew’s reactions through poorly lit FaceTime calls. He can recognize a reaction like that in plain view. Still, he doesn't pull back, kissing Matthew slowly and thoroughly. It's been too long, weeks that stretched into months between February and May. Leon doesn't want to stop kissing him yet.

Then Matthew hisses. It's barely audible but Leon feels it against his teeth, a sharp intake of breath. He can't help himself this time, pulling back abruptly. Matthew leans forward, chasing the kiss, even as Leon can see him grimace.

He groans when Leon touches his left arm gently. "I'm not going to break," he says. Leon just stares at him, the edge of the wrapping on his shoulder just barely visible at the neck of his shirt. The sling is on the coffee table, used as little as possible. Yesterday, Matthew tried to convince Leon to help him onto one of the pool floats just to lounge in the shallow end of the pool.

Matthew gives him a dirty look. "I'm not going to break more."

There's not much Leon can say without getting laughed at. Still, he isn't going to let Matthew hurt himself just to make out on the sofa. He sighs, watching Matthew's reaction—tired, annoyed, still in pain. And then Matthew is moving with surprising speed, getting one leg over Leon's, letting his weight settle onto Leon's thighs.

When he leans in this time, there's no new pain on his face. His mouth is soft, warm. His lips aren't chapped the way Leon is still used to them being from the long Alberta winters. He doesn't cup Leon's face or get his arms around Leon's neck the way he normally does.

"Come on," he says, low against Leon's unmoving mouth. "I can hardly do anything fun."

Leaning back, Leon looks at his face. The tension that's been there for days is still present, and there's something else under it, too. He's got plenty of practice reading Matthew's emotions now, even the ones he tries to hide. Matthew doesn't have to actually ask Leon to do something that'll make him feel normal. Leon can give him that.

#ask meme #my fic #matthew and leon #fic by daisysusan

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nottodayjustin · 5 months

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Some of the best hockey twitter so far: Oct-Nov 23-24 season