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[tucker dakota jameson]

Tucker wasn’t afraid to say that all he did when he got back into the city after an away match was sleep. He liked his bed. He paid good money for a high end mattress and good pillows so that he didn’t wake up with aches and pains from sleeping awkwardly. It was the last thing he needed when he had a day at the gym or a training session ahead of him. Plus, he hated hotel beds. They were never quite right and his was just perfect. His was baby bear’s bed. He loved collapsing into it, kicking off his clothes and just passing out to the fresh air rolling through the windows and bringing with it the sounds of the city around him. For an athletic guy, Tucker took pride in his bed, which was why he was slow to rise from it that Sunday morning. His pups were jumping over him, but he calmed them both with a cuddle and by letting Regis playfully slobber over his hand while he tried to steal ten more minutes of sleep. Eventually, Tucker had to surrender and threw the sheets back, rubbing his eyes as he shuffled to the shower.

After ten minutes under the near scalding hot water, he smelt like sandalwood thanks to the scrub one of his siblings had bought him for Christmas. Tucker dried off and pulled some clothes from his wardrobe, before checking his phone and scrolling past the text from Everly for the time being. Sunday, he had decided, was not a day for family. As it was classically a day of rest, Tucker made up his own ideal. That made Sunday a day of escape from the menagerie that was family life for him. He’d reply tomorrow morning after noting it was nothing urgent. Instead he fired a text to Whitney, letting her know he was coming over and they were going out. She better have her shoes on when he got there, or he’d have to carry her around all day. He sent a follow up message joking that he hoped she hadn’t been following in her brother’s steps and eating so many pastry delights in recent weeks. He chuckled to himself then, grabbing his keys and wallet before digging his own shoes out from under the bed.

Tucker actually had nothing in mind for this adventure he seemed to have promised his girlfriend. He had just missed her with how busy he had been lately. Plus, sometimes he actually enjoyed just wandering about the city, dipping in and out of all the little spots they never saw when they were rushing from one place to another. It was a nice enough day to just walk about, seeing where they ended up and what they ended up coming home with. To date, his favourite thing was a plant pot that had Whitney’s handprint on one side and his on another. They had stumbled upon a craft fair in the Lower West Side and now that sat on his breakfast bar. It homed a fern that he watered daily, and that was slowly growing a little too wild. He was fully awake, feeling good after the brisk walk to Whitney’s through the late morning streets. He buzzed up and then took the stairs to her apartment, rapping loudly at her door before leaning oh, so casually against the doorframe to wait for her.

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TAGGED! Whitney Anne Bozak
WORDS! 570!
OUTFIT! Hockey Hunk!
LYRICS! Big Jet Plane - - - Angus and Julia Stone
NOTES! <3

[Whitney Anne Bozak]

Whitney had never really been the type to sleep in, even as a child she'd been up bright and early for breakfast and cartoons. They were typically at the rink at ridiculous times so she learned young to wake up even earlier to at least get in one episode of the old Gummi Bears cartoon. These days she didn't watch the cartoons of her youth but she did work up a sweat with yoga at sunrise seven days a week and an hour using her building's gym. Those thirty minutes with the box back in the day had been her time where getting Leo to a practice or a game didn't matter, where she didn't have homework or somewhere to be; it had been her time to breathe and relax. She had never minded practically living in this arena or that one until she was twelve, it was a second home for her, still was. She did her homework there, got herself a job at the snack stand in the winters, skated on the rink during open skates and even volunteered keeping records during the annual hockey tournament the youth association put on. Hockey might have been in the family genetic pool but so was law and Whitney had known early on that she would be far better suited helping the players, not being one herself.

And of course, she had been right; just not exactly in the way she had originally thought. Her time in the law programme showed her what she needed to be a better agent. Whitney enjoyed being a shark for her clients. It meant she could sleep so much better at night knowing she wasn't really fucking anyone around. It had been the only thing she hadn't been prepared to do in law. These days she spent her time at the rink, talking her clients into just letting her do her thing and get them the best possible result. She probably looked like some socialite with how she conducted business but it was New York and she knew how to wheel and deal in the big apple, even if she hadn't come from the city itself. The weekend were not days to work unless there was a game and she had something that needed to be passed along. Those two days were meant to relax and recuperate from the stress of the work week. She might have looked like all she did was sit around cafes and have lunch at fancy bistro's and restaurants but she was almost always with someone in the business. If it wasn't her boyfriend or brother, it was another client, an associate or a potential client, someone coming up the leagues, making a name for themselves.

As much as Whitney loved her work, and she really did, she needed Saturday and Sunday to just reset. She always spent Saturday morning cleaning up what didn't really need to be cleaned in the first place, watered the planets and did a yoga class down the street. She spent the night, when the team was away, dancing with her girlfriends at whatever nightclub they found themselves outside of. Between them, they knew all the bouncers and doormen in the city and walked right on by without a glance at the long line waiting and wondering who they were. In the city, it really didn't matter, as long as you knew the right people. She waited until she was finished her current chapter in her book before she even started to reach for her phone. She'd been up since sunrise, had her workout, her coffee and shower and was settling in for a little reading time but the message on the screen at her glancing at the time and doing the math. She had maybe five minutes before Tucker showed up and she was still in lounge shorts and a tank. She tossed on the first things in her wardrobe, a t-shirt and jeans, and shoved her feet into the nearest pair of shoes. Her hair was a mess and she wasn't about to bother with it so she grabbed her hat, slipped her ponytail through the back and double checked her back just as Tucker knocked on the door. "Hello Handsome Stranger. Quick, kiss me before my boyfriend shows up. He'll be here any second." She said with a grin, seeing the boyfriend in question on the other side of the now open door.

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Tag || tucker dakota jameson
Words || 741
Clothes || Lovable Lady
Music || Take it From Me --Jordan Davis
Notes || <3

[tucker dakota jameson]

Tucker believed that while he worked incredibly hard for his career, he deserved the time off he was given to rest and relax. Some people might stick to their routines, pushing themselves harder to be the best of the very best. Tucker didn’t think that was truly living. He wanted to have some balance in his life. He liked knowing that he could go out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he really wanted to. He enjoyed not having to look at the clock and be somewhere at a certain time, follow strict rules and regulations just because he did so at other times. Tucker liked the freedom of staying up just so he could watch a game he didn’t even care so much about at a bar with friends he hadn’t seen in a long time. He enjoyed being sociable. He liked spending time around other people without the pressure of hockey and training on his shoulders. That was why weekends like this were his idea of perfect. There was no rush needed, no need to be at a certain place at a certain time. When his life was hockey centred – which happened a lot - it all came down to where he needed to be and when. It was so structured because it needed to be. Tucker didn’t mind it, but this small chunk of freedom was amazing when it came around. It kept him fresh for when he was back in training again.

Thankfully, Tucker wasn’t the type to feel stress easily. Other players on the team took losses badly, or found rigorous practices hard to handle when they were pushed to their limits. Tucker acknowledged his mistakes, his bad days. He owned up when his errors cost them a goal or a match, and he worked harder to make up for it. Sometimes it was annoying to him when he screwed up, other times he realised that it was either one bold move or another – and he simply made the wrong one. Sports had that problem, regardless of the game. There was no sense in playing it safe else no one would ever win; or they would, but it would be boring and the players would likely be booed as they left the damn pitch, or field, or rink. No, nothing was ever so simple. That was exactly why these kinds of weekends were kept as simple as possible most of the time.

Tucker grinned at his girlfriend, pushing her back inside and stealing a kiss. “Then we better hurry up so you can hide me in the closet when he gets here.” He went along with the joke, playfully picking Whitney up, spinning her around and moving her through her apartment as though they really were about to run out of time and be caught by some boyfriend who wasn’t him. He was dramatic about it, nuzzling her neck and planting loud kisses against her jaw between deep chuckles. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He grinned against her ear, setting her down against another doorframe, a wicked look in his eyes.

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TAGGED! Whitney Anne Bozak
WORDS! 518!
LYRICS! Big Jet Plane - - - Angus and Julia Stone
NOTES! <3

[Whitney Anne Bozak]

Whitney loved her weekends, the mornings especially because she could do everything at her own pace; which, if she were being honest, wasn't much of a stretch from her day-to-day. When she wasn't spending time with her brother or his sweet family, she was spending what time she could get with Tucker. It didn't really matter what time of year it was, he always had something on the go, and it was usually her fault! She would be the first to admit that she was an agent first, girlfriend second. She was the same way with her brother as well; agent first, sister second, though her brother wasn't threatening to fire her at every turn like Tucker. She knew the day would come when he finally did tell her she was fired, probably when they went public with the media about their personal relationship. She had responses and message in place for the day already and she had a list of excellent people who could take over her agent duties. They wouldn't be as great as her but she was biased and thought she was the best.

The reality was that she wanted to go public with her relationship with Tucker but she wasn't sure if he was ready for it. And then there were his little fur babies to worry about. She was getting better with them; meaning she could be on the walk with them but she could not cuddle them. She freaked out and squealed like a little girl and wanted to climb right up Tucker to his shoulders and be as far away from the little things as she could get. That first meeting was not her finest moment and she could admit that. She could also admit that she hadn't mentioned her absolute paralyzing fear of dogs; no matter the size of them. That was a conversation she had wanted to wait to have so she didn't sound like a crazy person but screaming at the sight of a couple of French Bulldog puppies ruined that plan in an instant. She still hadn't been able to bring herself to cuddle them or even stay over at Tucker's too afraid to fall asleep only to wake up and find one of them curled up near her. She knows they're sweethearts and that they were absolutely no one way like the dog that had attacked her when she'd been a child but a trauma like that was hard to get over but Whitney was trying all the same. She loved her boyfriend and wanted a life with him so she knew she needed to get over her issues.

Whitney laughed, holding Tucker tightly though she knew he would never drop her. "I missed you." She told him, running her hand over the top of his head. She hated away games or those nights they spent apart but she knew games were important and she didn't want to disrupt any rituals. She knew her brother had his pre-game and post-game quirks and for the life of her, she had absolutely no idea how his wife put up with them but that could be because she'd spent the better part of her adolescence trying to ruin each and every one of them whenever she could. Whitney laughed at Tucker's antics, so happy to see him again. She found the loud, smacking kisses ticklish but she just couldn't get enough. "I know that look. That look says we're not leaving this apartment in a timely fashion." She said with a laugh and a shake of her head. "What was the point of putting real clothes on when I have something far nicer in a drawer?" She asked him with a dramatic sigh.

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Tag || tucker dakota jameson
Words || 622
Music || Take it From Me --Jordan Davis
Notes || <3

[tucker dakota jameson]

Tucker didn’t like to keep secrets, but then he also didn’t want it to seem like he was being favoured over the others who had Whitney as their agent. He knew he was her favourite, only because he kissed her senseless while he teased her about it. Too many of their business meetings had taken a turn for the, well, less professional. Tucker would swear up and down that he had gone into her office with a clean mind and pure intentions, but he always left sporting a wicked grin. He didn’t know if they were as bad as each other or if one of them was dragging the other down – sometimes literally. There had been a time when the line between business and intimacy had been toed carefully, but now Tucker would happily kiss her in greeting as soon as the door was closed. He knew she didn’t do him any special favours when it came to work and the side jobs that came with it. That wasn’t the type of person Whitney was, and it made him like her even more. They could joke and tease about it, but Tucker knew that when it came down to it Whitney took her work seriously and would always put the best interests of those who had signed with her before their relationship. Tucker wouldn’t have it any other way.

At least on the weekend, times like this, he didn’t have to hide how he felt. He grinned, kissing Whitney and spinning her around. “But we won – and did you see that save at the last second?” It had been a great game, but he knew what she meant. Being apart was hard sometimes, especially once the game was over and he was back in the quiet of his hotel room. Sometimes he could call her from his bed, but other times it was just too late, or he was too quiet. Tucker didn’t need her to tease him if he fell asleep on a phone call. He knew that was something she’d never let him live down, and it might eventually make its way back to his teammates; they certainly wouldn’t let him live it down.

Tucker walked closer to Whit, slowly making her back up. He was glad he hadn’t gone and planned anything for their date because he wasn’t sure when they would leave right now. “Well, did you ever think that maybe I just like taking those real clothes off piece…by…piece?” He smirked and tugged playfully at the bottom of Whitney’s top. “Leave a breadcrumb trail of fabric through your apartment, going from room to room until there’s not a thread left to leave behind.” He whispered peppering hot kisses down Whitney’s jaw. Tucker loved tormenting his girlfriend, teasing her, getting under her skin like he knew no one else could. “We could turn brunch plans into dinner plans.” His grin was devilish, and his thoughts were made to match.

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TAGGED! Whitney Anne Bozak
WORDS! 501!
LYRICS! Big Jet Plane - - - Angus and Julia Stone
NOTES! <3

[Whitney Anne Bozak]

Whitney wouldn't say dating a client was easy. It was probably easier than dating a hockey player, both of which she was doing so she had insider knowledge on the matter. For the better part of the year, her boyfriend was travelling all over North America playing the sport he loved so much while she was usually stuck in New York watching the games on TV and working. She went along when she could but even then, depending on the bunkmate, it wasn't always easy for Tucker to sneak away to see her; even if they did have the cover of him needing to see his agent. Such things could generally wait for the light of day. It was easy when her brother was his roommate. Tucker didn't need to give him an explanation about where he was going, he could just say goodnight and walk out the door. But Whitney also didn't like putting her brother in such a situation. They never knew when their coach would want to talk to them and more than once their night had been interrupted by her brother calling with a head's up that Tuck was needed in ten.

At least the team had a night off and they could spend it doing whatever they wanted. Whit didn't work weekends, exactly, though she was always a phone call away from her clients; most of whom knew better than to call her on the weekends. "I saw that save. It was incredibly stressful to watch. Heather has banned me from the house for the next three games because of that save." She admitted with a laugh. Her sister-in-law had enough hyperactive behaviour to deal with in her own children, she didn't need to add her sister-in-law to that mix. Whitney couldn't blame her, she could get way too invested in the games and knew it. When they were home games and she was in the stadium with the rest of the fans, it was easy to blend in and her reactions didn't seem so well, insane. Outside of the stadium, or a sports bar, she probably looked crazy. But she grew up surrounded by hockey, she knew all the rules and the workarounds for them, too.

Whitney might miss Tucker when he's away playing a game but she definitely loved it when he returned. She could feel that nervous giggle creep up as she backed up, feeling a bit like prey being stalked; which, incidentally, she basically was. And she did not mind it in the slightest. A shiver ran down her spine which she wasn't against either. Tucker always managed to get under her skin with his words, with his touch, within seconds. "We could make it a late-night cold pizza." She whispered, tugging lightly on Tucker's shirt. "Who needs social interaction anyway?"

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Tag || tucker dakota jameson
Words || 471
Music || Take it From Me --Jordan Davis
Notes || <3