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absolutelyhugh3s · 8 months ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩

a/n: part one of the mastermind au! lmk what yall think!

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“oliviaaaa” i hear my oldest brother bellow from the kitchen of our shared apartment. i peel the covers off of me and trudge to the kitchen, trying my best to rub away the sleep from my eyes.

“jesus christ trevor. it’s 7am. what could you possibly want” i groan, seeing trevor fully dressed, bouncing around the kitchen making breakfast.

“well good morning to you too sunshine!” he smiles as i take a seat at the island. he slides a starbucks iced coffee across to me. i thank him and take a large sip of the sugary drink.

“i still don’t understand how you like that shit” he says, taking a large sip of his own iced coffee. unlike me, who drinks coffee with every flavor imaginable, my psychotic brother drinks it plain. just plain black coffee.

“says you” i say “for someone with as much energy as you, you would think you drink something tooth-rotting” i laugh. “ouch. black coffee makes me feel manly” he laughs as well.

our argument of coffee became a fit of uncontrollable laughter. to the point that i almost fell out of my chair.

“ok. ok. the coffee may have been a peace offering” his laughter dies down, and i can tell something is askew. “peace offering?” i ask “for what?”

“coach asked for extra help at dev camp this week and i may or may not have volunteered us” he smiles nervously, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“so is that why you look like you went on a shopping spree in the team store?” i looks at his outfit, noticing the branded sweatshirt, shorts, and socks. and i can only assume that there is a ducks t-shirt underneath.

“gotta show team spirit munchkin, it’s camp week!” trevor shouts, throwing his hands in the air. “gibby and troy are gonna be there. mac-t and leo might make an appearance too” he bargains. “i’m in!” i shout, running to my room to get ready.

i quickly hopped into the shower, doing my hair and makeup after getting out. i then slipped on a pair of leggings and a ducks t-shirt.

i was packing last minute things into my hockey bag when trevor walks into the room. “ you ready?” he says, lugging his own bag. “yup” i haul my bag onto my shoulder, walking out of the apartment.

we loaded our bags into the truck of his bright orange bronco and began making our way to the rink. “why me?” i ask, trevor looking as confused as ever. “what do you mean?” he asks, keeping his focus on the road.

“i understand why you’re going. but why me?” i look out the window “i mean, half of these guys are my age, some even older” i look back at my brother “what do i have to teach them”

“olivia, you are seriously one of the best players i know. how can you not be? you learned everything from me!” he jokes, smiling at the fact that he coerced a smile out of me.

“coach asked you to help, if that makes you feel better. he said you bring a dynamic to the game that he’s never seen before. he thinks that these guys, despite some of them being older than you, can learn a lot from you” he smiles, placing a comforting hand on mine.

“how is it that you always know what to say when i’m sad?” i ask with a smile on my face. “i’m your older brother. it’s in my blood. not to mention, i’ve lived with you for pretty much your whole life.” he laughs.

we crack a few jokes and share a ton of laughs, and soon enough, pull into the player lot of the honda center.

the both of us are greeted by employees as we walk through the arena to the locker room. the closer we get to the locker room, the louder the noise gets, trevor can feel my nervousness, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.

“your gonna be so great livvy, i promise you” he says, giving me a squeeze, as we walk into the locker room. there are players everywhere. tall ones, short ones, ones in black, and ones in white.

“baby z!” i hear someone shout. i look to me right to see gibby with troy by his side, waving enthusiastically at me. i walk over to the two men and they pull me into hugs. “we missed you kid” troy says.

“wow no ‘hey trev! i missed you bud! how’s your offseason going?’” trevor complains, walking over to where the three of us stand. “oh. hey trevor.” gibby deadpans, sending troy and i into a fit of laughter.

“haha. very funny gibby.” his words laced with sarcasm. they all laugh as they pull my brother in for bro hugs.

we begin making small talk, but i soon lost interest in the conversation. my eyes trailed across the room, looking at all the different prospects.

my eyes fall on a tall brunette in the corner of the room, standing next to an equally tall blonde boy. ‘my god he’s gorgeous’ i think to myself.

his hair was straight but not flat, and fluffy, but not too fluffy. he had the most beautiful blue eyes i’d ever seen. and his smile… it made me want to smile, just looking at it.

“i know what your thinking liv. absolutely not” trevor breaks my trance by mumbling in my ear. he made this stupid rule when we were kids that i was never allowed to be (in his words) “romantically involved” with any hockey player. and it was 10x worse when it came to teammates.

“but-“”absolutely not olivia.” he deadpans. trevor doesn’t take a lot of things seriously, but for some reason, my love life was his one of his top priorities.

before i could get another word out, coach cronin walks into the room. “good morning boys! welcome to ducks dev camp!” his tone is sweet, but demands attention. “my name is coach cronin and i’ll be running camp this week”

“but i won’t be doing it alone.” he introduces the assistant coaching staff, then turns to gibby, troy, trevor, and i.

“to help everyone out with little things, we have john gibson, troy terry, and the dynamic zegras duo, oilvia and trevor! if you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask them” he says enthusiastically.

coach goes over some more details about what the week entails, as the four of us get on our skates and make our way to the rink.

“you ready for your first camp baby z?” troy asks, nudging my shoulder. “yeah, just a little nervous” i say, grabbing my stick and messing around with the pucks at my feet.

“you’ll be great liv. just be yourself and you’ll get by just fine” he skates away, joining some of the coaching staff on the other side of the ice.

the prospects then skate out of the tunnel and onto the ice, most of them holding their sticks and helmets. i looked around the ice for the brunette boy, but was unsuccessful.

i zoned out during role call, and the next thing i know, everyone is separating themselves by jersey color, and trevor is dragging me towards those in black jerseys.

come to find out, the boys were starting off camp with a scrimmage. ‘team zegras’ donned black jerseys while those in white played for ‘team gerry’ (a combination of the names of the two men coaching) (they all agreed tibby didn’t sound right)

“your going down z!” gibby yells from where his team is. “quit your yapping gibs, everyone knows team zegras is going to smoke you guys” he shouts across the rink.

“hi baby z!” troy waves “hi big t!” i wave back, which causes some of the boys to laugh. “alright boys. let’s get serious” trevor turns to team zegras.

“we have to play to win. finish your checks, skate hard, and let’s get those goals boys” he says, firing up the boys.

he then reads out the lines and starters, making sure everyone knows what they need to do.

“sennecke, stop looking at my sister like that” trevor snaps. he apologizes, looking down at his skates instead of up. i look to see who it is when i spot the brunette boy from before, with the same blonde boy next to him.

‘sennecke..that must be his name’ i think to myself. trevor finishes his speech, and the boys head over to the bench.

“sennecke” i call out to the boy, skating up to him. “uh hi.” he says, as red as a tomato. “i’m so sorry about trevor, he’s usually not like that” i say.

“don’t worry about it. i get it. he’s just looking out for you.” he says, still a little red. “so i heard you were our third overall pick” i say, hoping to give him a little bit of confidence.

“uh. yeah. it’s- uh- not really a big deal” he says. i think i might have done the exact opposite of giving him confidence.

“i’ve seen some of your highlights. you are incredible” i say and he blushes “trevor found all of them the night of the draft. he was so excited to get to play with you” i smile and he smiles back at me.

“thanks. it’s nice to know there’s at least one guy who likes me.” he laughs. “oh don’t be silly. all of orange county loves you already” i laugh. “im beckett, by the way.” he holds out his gloved hand to shake. “im olivia” i shake his hand.

“im stian! hi!” the blonde boy skates to my other side. “it’s nice to meet you guys” i laugh. “livvy let’s go!” trevor beckons from behind the bench.

“good luck guys” i smile at my new friends. “play like no one’s watching. you’ll do great.”

and that they did. team zegras did in fact smoke team gerry, winning 7-3. both beckett and stian had goals.

“nice one boys!” trevor shouted, as the final horn sounded. “congrats guys” i say, tapping the two boys on their helmets.

the rest of the day went way better than expected. i met even more friends, discovering that the duo was actually a trio. cutter gauthier being the third musketeer.

we ran through tons of different drills, ones for stamina, strength, footwork, you name it. coach even gave me a whistle, which made camp even more fun.

but annoying trevor had to be the best.

“liv if you-” tweeeet “seriously-” tweeeet “olivia grace-” tweeeeeeeeet.

“i’ll tell the hughes’ you can’t come to the lake house next-” “please don’t! i’m sorry! here just take it!” i beg.

“i’m kidding, luke would complain too much” he laughs.

before i knew it, camp was over for the day. i exchanged numbers with beckett, cutter, and stian, and they even added me to their group chat.

on the way home, the boys kept blowing up my phone.

livvy and friends ‼️

cutter 😎: can we pls hang out imu guys 😢

stian ☀️: dude we saw u 10 mins ago?

cutter 😎: 10 mins too long…

beck 😨: why don’t we go out for food or something??

beck 😨: there’s a 24/7 chipotle by my hotel