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a new hockey stick || tyler heineman

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Author’s Note: Hilo Piccolo. Somebody said I was feeding “the Tyler Heineman brain rot” when I posted that GIF of him earlier. The brain will be beyond rotted now since this is a whole ass fic about him. If I have a problem, I challenge you to prove it in a court of law. Seeing as this fic isn’t even for my own self-indulgence. I wrote it for @donttelltheelff because they told me that I might be making them gain a crush on Tyler. I wrote this for them as a way of nudging them over the precipice. What’re friends for, amirite? Anyways! GIF credit to anotherhockeypage since my GIF of him is a zoomed out shot lmfao

Warnings: Nothing, I don’t think. Feel free to let me know if something needs one though. I’ll happily add it.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Title: Canadian Kid by Brett Kissel

Additional: Gender-neutral reader since the person this was originally for uses they/them pronouns. I have received permission to post it so we’re all set on that front. Anyways! I hope Taylor and everyone else enjoys this! This is my first fic of this kind for this goofball babygirl so I hope I did it justice!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciate because I love knowing what people think of my fics!!

You and Tyler were rushing through Scotiabank Arena in hopes of making it to your seats before the opening face-off. As you rushed along, you were bumping into disgruntled fans and a few employees. You kept trying to apologize but Tyler was dragging you along far too quickly for anything to come of them.

When you finally made it to the section where your seats were located, you glanced over your shoulder towards the ice. You mentally fist-bumped when you noticed that the game hadn’t started yet. You told Tyler as much; Tyler smiled as you both politely squeezed past the people sitting between the end of the row and your seats.

When the two of you were seated, you pulled out your phone and slung your arm over Tyler’s shoulder. You pulled your best friend closer to you as you opened the camera function and held the phone out in front of you.

“Tyler, bro, smile,” you said, casting a glance at you best friend. "This is my first time seeing a hockey game live. I want a picture to commemorate it."

"Sure, bud, whatever you want." Tyler rolled his eyes and chuckled, though he did smile. He even slung his arm around your shoulders and leaned his head against your head. You felt your mouth go dry and your face heat up as you quickly snapped the picture. You hoped that the picture wouldn’t show how flustered Tyler had just made you feel.

Just as you were sliding your phone back into the kangaroo pouch on your Auston Matthews hoodie, you felt someone nudge your shoulder. You looked up and noticed Tyler was pointing towards the ice. When you looked that way, you saw that the Kings and Maple Leafs were lining up for the opening face-off. You smiled as you shifted around anxiously in your seat. Tyler scoffed and shook his head as he looked towards centre ice.

When the referee dropped the puck, you felt your whole body ignite with excitement and nervousness. This was an experience unlike anything you had ever had watching the games on your television at home.

As the play went along, you kept looking over at your best friend to see how he was reacting to all of this. You knew that Tyler had been to plenty of live games before, given the fact that he was also a goalie growing up. He was even wearing his favourite jersey—a Kelly Hrudey his father had handed down to him when he had first started playing Junior A hockey. You weren’t so much as looking at the jersey; you were more so looking to see how Tyler was reacting to the fact that his favourite team—Los Angeles—was playing your favourite team—Toronto—while you were attending your first game. Judging by your best friend’s body language, you could assume that Tyler was about as nervous as you were.

By the time the first commercial break came along, the score was still 0-0 and the shots were 10-4 in favour of Los Angeles. You pulled your phone out again and wanted to ask Tyler for another picture but Tyler nudging your shoulder stopped the words from coming out.

"(Y/N), look," Tyler mumbled.

"Is something wrong?" You put your phone away before you looked in Tyler’s direction and noticed that he was pointing up at the Jumbotron.

You looked where Tyler was pointing and noticed that the Kiss Cam was showing yourself and Tyler inside of the heart frame. You swallowed thickly before looking over at Tyler. Tyler nodded and grabbed your face, smoothing his thumbs across your cheeks. You relaxed a little as you leaned forward, placing your hands on Tyler's shoulders. After taking a deep breath, you closed the remaining distance and connected your lips with your best friend's lips.

The kiss was sweet, albeit brief. When you pulled apart from Tyler, you felt your head spinning from the gravity of the situation. You shook your head once and rubbed your temples a couple of times in hopes of straightening out the feelings in your brain. When that didn't work, you looked at Tyler.

Tyler had a soft smile on his face and was nervously wringing his hands together in his lap. You put one of your hands on top of Tyler's and rubbed his wrists at the pulse points, smiling when you felt Tyler shiver.

"Did…" Tyler started, looking away from you and towards the ice. When you glanced at the ice, you saw Mikheyev and Kerfoot rushing towards the net with Moore as the only man back defending for the Kings. "I… That meant more to me than a stupid Kiss Cam kiss. I've wanted to fucking do that for ages, (Y/N)." Tyler looked at you, his facial expression somewhere between fond and sad.

You brought your other hand up and cupped Tyler's cheek. You gently ran your thumb along it, smiling when he leaned into the touch.

"I feel the same way, bro," you said, squeezing Tyler's wrist with your other hand. "Would this be our first date then?"

Nodding, Tyler smiled softly. "I like that idea a lot."

You smiled as you leaned over and connected your lips with Tyler’s. Tyler smiled into the kiss, bringing his hands up to grab your hoodie strings. As you kissed, Tyler continued to fiddle with the strings like his life depended on it. The more he fiddled with them, the harder it was for you to keep a straight face. Eventually, you had to pull back and chuckle. You swatted Tyler's shoulder and shook your head dismissively.

"Way to ru--"

You went to say something but the sound of the Leafs goal horn and the goal song simultaneously blaring through the arena cut you off. You grinned as you pressed a quick kiss to Tyler's cheek.

"Take that, Tyler," you said, voice dripping with smugness.

Tyler smirked as he leaned forward to whisper into your ear.

"We'll see later which one of us takes it."

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