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flyersheartbreaker · 3 years ago

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Forever By Your Side| Isaac Ratcliffe

a/n: this is my first imagine that I am officially publishing! I am very excited to share all of my writing content and series with you guys :)

Pair: Isaac Ratcliffe x reader

Summary: Watching your boyfriend Isaac get seriously hurt during one of his home games and watching him battle through the toughest injury a hockey player could battle, so he can continue on with dream playing in the NHL

Warnings: Hockey Injuries, Cussing, Cute Fluff

Word Count: 3,321 words

It was just another ordinary Sunday afternoon watching a game live from the PPL center here in Allentown, Pennsylvania or so I thought. The game was going really well with the Phantoms up 3-1 on the Hershey Bears half way through the second period. There was your beloved star-studded boyfriend number 19 carrying the puck up against the boards through the neutral zone when suddenly bam everything went to complete silence, except for that shear sound that you wish you could so badly get out of you head.

I jumped out of my seat and darted up the stairs from the lower-level seats that I was sitting in with some of the other girlfriends. I can hear the god-awful scream ringing in my ears over and over again that was coming down from ice level. The crowd was silent, so quiet that you could probably hear a pin drop and when that happens you know for a fact that it isn’t good. Nothing ever good comes from silence at a time like this and I needed to get down to the locker rooms as quick as possible.

Isaac got hit hard up against the boards and fell awkwardly down to the ground, and his right foot looked like it twisted the wrong way. He's had rough collisions before, but never like this. Isaac is a big dude that you surely didn’t want to ending up colliding with, but this time it looked like Isaac got the wrong end of the play. I never in my life ever heard him yell in absolute pain like the wat he was when the trainers and his teammates were trying to help his 6-foot-6 body off of the ice.

My heart was in my stomach as I was racing down the stairs that would lead me to the home locker rooms. I quickly flashed my team badge to the security guard Frank without saying a word. He must have known it wasn’t good either, as he told me to breathe and be careful myself as I jumped down the last few steps.

If Isaac had a season ending injury, it would kill him. He was just heating up and playing his best hockey yet and working his ass off day in and day out so he could eventually make the Flyers roster within this season or even next season for sure. But if his season is over that means his chances of getting to the NHL level could be too and that would just destroy him completely.

As soon as I rounded the corner to the trainer's office, I saw him being helped on to the examine table. His face was as red as a cherry, and he was in a lot of pain. The trainers quickly started icing the area the best that they could as they slowly untied his skate and too it off of him.

“He is definitely going to need some X-Rays done immediately and possibly an MRI as well depending on what the results of the X-Rays are.” The Phantoms trainer Brian Grogesky said to Neil who was one of the Phantoms physicians.

“Jeff and Robert are on their way down from the press box and getting the emergency X-Ray equipment ready. In the mean time you need to relax the best that you can Isaac.” Neil said to Isaac as Isaac tried his best laying down comfortably on the examine table.

Both Brian and Neil noticed me standing outside of the door of the trainer's room and signaled me to come on in, in hopes that Isaac could ease up and relax a little bit more with me by his side.

“Hello, y/n! Looks like we got a live one here and that big boy landed pretty hard on that ankle of his.” Brian said trying to make light of the situation.

Isaac sat up on his elbow and looked me dead in the eyes. I can see and feel the pan behind them, my heart sank even more for him. I just want him to be okay, I want him to be able to play the rest of this season, he worked way too fucking hard for this to happen to him.

“Hey babes, how is the pain?” I said walking over to Isaac and grabbing his hand while kissing him ever so lightly and carefully.

“It's a bitch babe if I am being honest. I’m trying not to think of the worst, but I can’t help it. This isn’t fair, why me? Why fucking me?” Isaac said in more frustration.

“Isaac, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. We don’t know the actual results just yet. But whatever the outcome is you can come back from it stronger than ever. Hockey injuries is sometimes apart of the game as silly and stupid as it sounds, but you’re a fighter and you got this.” Neil said as he placed another bag of ice on Isaac’s ankle.

“They are right babe, your team trainers, physicians and any other doctors have your best interests. Let’s get you into the X-Ray room and then go from there okay big guy.” I said while planting another kiss onto Isaac’s lips.

Jeff brought in some crutches for Isaac to use, so they can take him down the hall to get the X-Rays taking care of. I am hoping that is all that Isaac is going to need and that whatever it is, it's a quick recovery.

After a few short minutes Isaac was crutching back out of the X-Ray room with a look of disappointment on his face.

“Oh no babe...how bad is it?” I asked him while he collects himself.

“It’s not broken...but they are sending me for an MRI early tomorrow morning to see if that shows up with anything and then go from there.” He said in a low tone.

“Well, that is a plus sign that it isn’t broken. You got to be positive about this honey, you need to be optimistic. You can't be negative. Everything is going to work out for the best. Hopefully it's just a minor sprain and you will be back on the ice in no time.” You told Isaac as you wrapped yourself around his side.

All of Isaac’s staff and trainers helped Isaac out of the arena and to his car and safety got him into the passenger seat while, I got into Isaac’s driver's seat.

“Alright, make sure when you get home you put more ice on that ankle for at least 15-20 mins on and then same time off. Do it throughout the night if you can and also, make sure you are using the crutches as much as possible and for the love of God Isaac do not put any pressure on that ankle until after we get the MRI results and see exactly what is going on. We don’t want to make the injury any worse than what it could already be. Try to get some much-needed rest and we will see you in the morning.” Brian said closing the passenger door.

The ride back to Isaac’s apartment complex was extremely quiet. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, so I just let Isaac sit there and pounder in his thoughts alone without me distracting him. Which probably wasn’t a good idea, because I know my boyfriend, I know for a fact that he is thinking the worst possible scenario that he could think of right now.

I helped Isaac out of the car and into the elevators up to his apartment and got him comfortably settled on the couch with his foot/ankle elevated and two ice packs placed on the injured area.

“Do you want or need anything? You want me to bring out another pair of comfy clothes for you?” You asked Isaac as you placed a pillow behind his head/back and placed a blanket right by him as well.

“No, I’m fine...” He whispered as scrolled on his iPad to rewatch the ending of the game and rewatch highlights and the moment of his injury.

You so badly, wanted to say something along the lines to him like "babe don’t be watching that now, it wasn’t your fault, there was nothing that you could have done to prevented that from happening, so on and on.” But deep down you knew nothing would make him feel better until he knew what the main results were. And as the night went on, you could see the realization hit him that this was going to keep him out for a while. He just looked sad, and drained.

After a couple of hours, another X-Ray, and an MRI later, you and Isaac were sitting there waiting in the trainer's office for the results from both the trainer and team doctors.

Both Brian and Jeff walk in with a folder which I assume held the test results for Isaac’s ankle/foot.

“Well, the good news is the second X-Ray that we took this morning once again showed that there was no brake in both the ankle and the foot.” Brian said.

“And what about the MRI? What did the MRI show?” Isaac asked nervously.

I grabbed Isaac’s hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. I could see the look on both Brian’s, Jeff’s, and even Coach Gordon’s face that this news that they are about to give doesn’t seem to be very promising.

Jeff cleared his throat ever so calmly and spoke. “The MRI came back with a high ankle sprain injury which means we really don’t have a timetable for you to return to at this point of time. This type of injury is extremely difficult to recover from quickly. So, with that being said we need to place you on injury reserve indefinitely until we get more of a clear view on this injury.”

“Out indefinitely...so that could mean that I might be done for the season?” Isaac ever so softly spoke.

“Unfortunately, yes Rat...I am so sorry and with it being late into the season already we don’t want to risk anything further and do anymore damage to the ankle. Brian, Jeff and myself all agreed on shutting you down for the remainder of this year. So, it’s better for you to take this time to heal carefully and properly and then eventually rehab it back to full strength without any other necessary tests or worse case scenario surgeries. Then once you have healed properly, we can train and get you back to 100 percent for next year's rookie and training camp.” Coach Scott Gordon said while looking at both Isaac and myself.

My heart broke ever so much for Isaac, this isn’t fair. I know injuries can be a part of the game sometimes, but why did this have to happen to Isaac and why now?! He has been killing it day in and day out since being drafted in 2017. He deserves his chance at playing at the NHL and now with this setback is he ever going to make it to that level?

The ride to Isaac’s apartment was once again a quiet one and this time I don’t blame him. I mean how is he supposed to react to something like this? What is he supposed to say or do when your head coach, trainer and team doctor shut you completely down for God knows how long.

Isaac settled down on the couch and tossed his crutches to side and unstrapped his high ankle boot so he can comfortably rest his ankle on the pillow in front him.

"Baby, I am so fucking sorry that is happening, it’s not right nor is it fair to you." I said, resting my head on his shoulder while getting cozy next to him.

"What if this is it for me? What if I can't play anymore after this?" He asks, eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say that. You being negative will only make that happen. You are a fighter Rat...you are one tough, strong as hell hockey player who will power through this. I promise you that." I said grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers together, while placing a kiss on his hand.

A tear rolls down his cheek ever so slightly. "All I wanted to do was be that excitement that both the Lehigh and Philly fans need. All I wanted ever so badly was to have my chance to make it to the NHL level and it got taken away from me. Why do bad things happen to good people?" Isaac asked broken and frustrated.

Once he started crying, I had lost it. Nothing I could do, or say would take that pain away from him and it just broke my heart. I went into the kitchen and I just cried as grabbed him more ice packs from the freezer. How am I supposed to look at the man that I love, and not have my heart shatter like glass when I look into those eyes that were once so shiny, and bright, but now shows nothing at all? I have no idea the pain he is going through or the frustrating emotions he is now going through as well and I feel terrible.

I eventually collected myself and walked back out into the living room and ever so easily and softly place the ice packs on the injured area and took my seat back on the couch next to Isaac.

"That's the crappy thing about life.” I breathed as I took a deep breathe myself and continued on. “For some reason, it always attacks the good ones, and praises the hell out of the bad ones." I sob, wiping away not only my own tears but also his tears once again. "We'll get through this. I promise. It'll be hard, and it'll be long, but we're going to pull through this." I tell him as I run my hand through his hair.

He squeezes my other hand tightly. "What if during my time out things don’t get better and I need to get surgery, and it's worse than they thought? That could happen. What if they see that my injury is worse than what they thought and that I am out on the shelf even longer and I completely miss this upcoming season as well? Or worse they tell me that I can't do this anymore?" He asks, gasping for air. "I don't want that to happen and I'm scared to death that it will."

I snuggled beside him even more then I already was, resting my head on his chest, sobbing harder than I was before, because I honestly hate when he thinks that he isn’t good enough or he thinks his career is over because of a minor setback or in this case a possible major setback. "Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? Just for now, it's a bump in the road. No journey to greatness is a smooth one Isaac. Whatever the hell happens next, we'll face it together as a team, because I am not leaving your side and letting you fight this injury alone. I know that you so badly want to break and that you feel like this the end of the road, but you need to keep pushing and listen to the training staff and follow their instructions."

"I love you so much." He tells me, sniffling. "Thank you for helping me with this, baby, I couldn’t do this without you" Isaac said while planting a soft and slow kiss on my lips

"I'll help you through anything. No matter what." I said while smiling and kissing him softly back.

It was battle to get Isaac’s ankle back to a healthy, normal, and stable ankle for a hockey player at his height and weight but we were able to do it. It was a long road and journey until Isaac was back out on the ice skating again and preparing himself for this upcoming training camp season.

Isaac looked and felt good, until one day right before the Flyers condensed training camp something didn’t seem right with him.

Isaac met up with Flyers trainer Jim McCrossin and after a deep examination we found out that Isaac was suffering from a fractured rib and a collapsed lung. We don’t know how exactly this had happen or when it happened. It could have been from when he fell during his ankle injury or from being hit during Rookie Camp, we don’t have the answers right now. And once again, here I am watching my boyfriend being completely destroyed and devastated all over again.

Isaac became instantly depressed, and much worst this time around because he knew there was no chance of making the Flyers squad this season and who knew when he could lace up for the Phantoms season as well. But thank God for Jim McCrossin who helped Isaac get the right and special care that he needed and got him completely healthy so he could play for the rest of this Phantoms season as well.

Isaac was getting game day dressed for a home game here in Allentown. I sat on the bed and watched/admire him as he fixes his tie in the mirror.

"Try not to worry about tonight so much baby, you are going to absolutely kill it out there like always. Once you get out on that ice, I have no doubt in my mind you will play just like how you used to before all of these setbacks. And just remember that no matter how easy, or how hard tonight’s game is going to be I'll be here for you always. But also, please promise me one thing, that if you don’t feel right to let your staff know immediately because I never want to see you get hurt like this again.” I said walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso.

"I promise babe, I know that I need to take my health more seriously and whatever happens, happens. One day I will make my dream a reality and officially play in the NHL, but for the time being I got to focus on the now and my health." He said as he spun around and kissed me.

Watching Isaac warm up made my heart race and beat fast. But it was all worth seeing him back out there skating with the team and his boys. He looked so good and happy out on the ice and that is all that I could ever ask for.

The journey was extremely hard and long this past summer and fall for both Isaac and I, but in the end it definitely made us a stronger unit in our relationship and it has totally made Isaac a stronger hockey player both physically and mentally.

After the game, I bolted down to the locker room this time excitedly to see my boyfriend, not in a complete shear panic like last time and waited for Isaac to come out after he was done with the media.

The door swung open and I immediately saw Isaac and jumped right into arms like a little high school girl. “Babeee, you were beyond amazing tonight! I am so very proud of you, how are you feeling?” I asked nervously but giddy at the same time.

Isaac picked me up and kissed me ever so passionately before answering any of my questions that I just threw at him. “I felt good and still feel good. It was awesome to be back out on that ice again playing with the boys in front of our home crowd, their excitement and energy helped out a lot. But truthfully, I couldn’t have done any of this without you, y/n. I love you so much and I can’t wait to continue this amazing hockey journey with you right by myside.”

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breezymichelle99 · 4 years ago

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A Hat Trick For The Captain

Summary: Chris gets his second hat trick in eight games and the two of you celebrate together after the game.🥰

Warnings: cursing, female recieving, and unprotected sex.

Chris Kreider x reader

Madison Square Garden was packed. The sights and sounds of a New York Rangers Hockey Game were in full effect. The fans had been electric since the guys first skated out onto the ice. It had been a slow first period but things were beginning to heat up for the Rangers.

You dropped Chris off before the game tonight, your usual routine when the boys were playing at MSG. "I love you." He says leaning in through the driver side window of your Range Rover to kiss you. "I love you too, my love." You whisper into his lips as hes still kissing you. "Get a room!!" Mika yells with a laugh from somewhere behind Chris. Chris's face lights up as he stops kissing you, his cheeks doing the crinkle thing you love. "I gotta go babe, see you after." He says kissing you once more. "I'll pick you up in the usual spot." You grin. He blows you another kiss and heads off into the direction of the locker room with Mika and Jacob in tow. You couldn't help but laugh. You parked and headed into the side door entrance reserved for family and friends of the players.

You took your seat with the other players families and watched pregame, patiently waiting for the game to begin. The crowd was loud and you knew the team would definitely feed off their energy. Finally the lights dimmed and the music played and the guys headed out onto the ice for the national anthem and puck drop. Chris skated out onto the ice, his eyes finding you immediately, something he always did prior to the start of the game. He gave you a little wink and he focused into game mode. The anthem finished, the puck dropped, and game began.

The first period started off slow. No goals for either side as the buzzer sounded for end of the period. You knew the guys would take this time to refocus and figure out how to get pucks into the net. When the intermission ended and the second period started the guys skated out onto the ice and they looked like a completely different team. Mika scored the first goal, then Chris got one and then ryan strome. It was a goal parade and the crowd was loving it. They went into the third period leading 3-1.

You knew they would not take their foot off the gas during the third period. 45 seconds in to the third Chris scored his second goal of the the night assisted of course by Mika, the place went insane. You spun around so the ice was behind you ,snapping a picture of you with the ice in the background "krieds is on hatty watch!!! ❤💙" you add posting to your insta story !!!

You were nervous excited for him. The guys were on fire tonight. Kandre would score the next goal, the rookie was looking good. The game was coming to a close about a minute and a half left Chris had the puck. One of the things you loved about watching him was how fast he was on the ice, how great he looked. You were out of your seat Mika's fiance Irma beside you. Chris passed the puck to Strome who passed it over to Panarin who passed it back to Chris who was right in front of the net, And with a calm gentle flick of his wrist the puck went into the net. You screamed jumping up and down as they would announce his hat trick, Irma catching your celebration and sharing it to her instastory. "When your man gets a hat trick. 😍🥵" she writes tagging you and Chris; even tho he wasnt much of a social media user. The Rangers would go on to win 6-1.

You let some of the fans trickle out before making your way to your meeting spot to get Chris, Irma right beside you chatting the whole way. Mika came out of the locker room, you and Irma wave him over. "Chris will be out in a minute, hes doing an interview." Mika says joining you and Irma. "I figured as much." You swoon. Mika and Irma hang out with you for a bit while you wait for Chris, talking and laughing about Chris and the game. You see Chris coming down the hall. You grin wildly, running to him. He laughs as he catches you in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waste. He squeezes you tight, kissing your neck. "I'm so freaking proud of you babe." You giggle into his lips as he kisses you and spins you around. "Oh boy, here we go." Mika laughs shaking his head at his friends.

Chris sets you down taking your hand as you two walk towards Mika and Irma. "Some of us are going out to celebrate, you guys coming?" Mika asks. Chris looks over at you with a wink. "I think I'd like to celebrate with my girl, maybe we'll meet you guys out later." Chris says. Mika chuckled slapping his buddy on the shoulder, knowing the two of them would never meet them out tonight. "We'll catch you guys later." Mika says. "See you both, good game Mika." You say with a wave towards your friends as Chris pulls you in the direction of the car. You laugh as you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

"What has gotten Into you?" You laugh as chris pulls you into him as he leans against the driver side door of your car. He looks down at you with a big smile, his cheeks all crinkly. "I'm just happy babe" he says placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His hands began to wander, sliding down your back and onto your ass squeezing gently. "Christopher." You giggle giving him a look. "What babe, you afraid of someone seeing us." He smirks. "Babe you know I dont care about that, let um see." You wink pulling him down to you kissing him, hearing him moan quietly between your lips. "We best get you home Captain." You smirk. He nods in agreement as he opens the door for you, helping you in, then takes his seat on the passenger side, taking your hand in his and placing it into his lap.

The drive home seemed like it was taking forever. The two of you desperate for each other. Chris teasing you all the way there, knowing you had to focus on the road. "Chris." You whine begging him to please let you get the two of you home safely before he started his shenanigans. You heard him chuckle. "Alright alright but as soon as we are home all bets are off." He smirked as he leaned over in his seat to kiss your neck at the red light. A loud sigh leaving your lips. The light turned green and he returned to his seat behaving at least for now. Luckily you didnt live too far from Madison Square Garden, you turned onto your street, your driveway insight. You pull into the garage, parking quickly and getting out just as fast.

Chris opened the door and you followed him through it. You set your keys on the counter making your way toward the bedroom. "Christopher James." You call. "Coming babe.." his words trail off as he enters the room to see you standing next to his four poster bed wearing only his Captain Jersey. "Congratulations on your Hat Trick, Captain Kreider." You whisper your voice sultry and sexy as you step towards him whispering in his ear as you kiss on his neck. He swallows hard. Quiet moans leaving his lips as your hands find the hem of his sweater and pull it over his head. Fingers finding their way down his chest to the button of his jeans fumbling with unsteady fingers, "let me." He growls desperate to be free of his garments. He steps out of his Jeans and boxers and right into control of you and your body.

You pull at the hem of your jersey desperate to be skin on skin with him. "Leave it, for now." He demands, picking you up and placing you gently on the bed. "Scoot back." You do as your told, giving him room between your thighs. "Chris this is your night." You whine breathless before even being touched. "I know." He growls licking his lips as if he was about to devour you. Knowing how much pleasure he got from watching you cum. He kisses down your thigh biting gently. You whimper in delight. As you feel him steady himself in front of your core. Looking up at you in that captain Jersey from between your legs. He chuckled as he went to work with that amazing tongue of his. "Ohhhh God, Christopherrrrr." You call out with pleasure, your hands finding his hair pulling on it, you hear him groan, the sound vibrating throughout your core. You arch your back off the bed into his mouth begging him for release, he grants your wish. "Cum for me baby girl." He demands in russian. You'd heard the words a thousand times. He knew how much it drove you crazy. "Fuckkk, Chris." You call out his name, legs shuttering around him. He grins feverishly watching you come undone infront of him. "That's my girl." He whispers eyes never leaving your body.

"Lean up." He whispers. You again do as you're told as he slips the jersey off tossing it to the floor. "God you're so fucking beautiful." He whispers into your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth biting it gently, he groans loudly into your mouth. You release his lip from your teeth. Hes kissing your body wildly, neck, chest; hands all over you, till you're practically begging him to cum again. "Chris." You beg. Without words he knows exactly what to do. With a few slow motions you feel him inside of you. Both groaning. Bodies connecting like never before. Your nails in his back as you wrap your legs around him pushing him deeper. His fingers interlocking with yours now as you two find your release with slow steady rythme. Hips colliding together till you both are moaning in ecstasy. Griping sheets, and hips and hair. Till you both are breathless beside each other.

"Holy Shit." Chris laughs still trying to catch his breath. He can hear the sound of you giggling beside him, a sound he'd beg to hear every single day, along with your moans of course, there was nothing he loved more. "Pretty good night of scoring for me." He joked as he pulled you into his arms kissing you gently. "I mean I'd say you had a pretty good night.” You smirk running your fingers slowly over his chest. He smiled over at you, that crinkly smile that showed off his dimples and made your heart melt. "I love you so much." He whispers. "I love you too Chris, more than anything." You say quietly as you close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

The morning sun was fluttering in through the window in his bedroom. "Good morning beautiful." He whispers again in Russian. You melt. "Morning baby." You say snuggling into his arms. Not ready to leave the comfort of his bed to face the day. You lay there together talking for a bit. Your phone is buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. "What is with this thing." You say rolling out of Chris's arms to grab it. He smirked. "You've been tagged by CKreider20" you look at him. He never uses Instagram. You click on it and open to a picture. "Celebratory Snuggles🥰😍❤." He posted with a picture of you asleep on his chest, must have been minutes before you woke up. You look at him. You didnt know if you should be mad because he posted a pretty personal photo of the two of you practically naked in bed, or if you should feel loved and happy that he wanted to show you off in such an intimate manner. You choose to embrace it. After all you were just proud he had figured out Instagram all on his own.

Several comments have been made on the picture, including one from Mika. You laugh. "What?" Chris asks. You lean in to kiss him as you snuggle back into his arms. "Mika." You giggle. "So you'd rather be in bed then hang out with me, I see how it is. JK love you both.❤" you read aloud. Chris chuckled knowing he'd hear all about it from his teammates at practice today but he didnt care. There was no person he'd rather celebrate a good game with than you, especially if the night ends like it did last night, with you naked and satisfied in his arms, glowing in the morning sunlight.

#chris kreider #chris kreider imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #Chris Kreider x Reader

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greeneyedmammi · 2 years ago

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FINALLY completed the kids playhouse…

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ofmagicallonging · 4 years ago

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Omegas in Training ~ Closed

@sigynthevictorious

Puck had ran away from home and his pack. Admittedly it was a long time coming. Him and his pack didn't agree on a lot of views or even the way he acted. So puck did the best thing he could think of, run away. He managed to get far but then he realised he had no where to stay, nowhere to go and didn't have even have enough money for food. He was alone and vulnerable. That was when the men from the centre approached him, offered him a place to stay, food, everything he could want all free of charge. In return he'd attend their training sessions that was specifically . He didn't quite understand what the training would consist of but a safe home to stay at was something he couldn't say no to.

When Puck arrived they got him to feel out some forms before he was lined up among the all the other new omegas that were at the centre. A beta with a clipboard went through, assigning their rooms and their training schedules. Eventually leaving Puck and another. "Right, you two are going to be doing all you're training together, sharing a room and eventually you'll be going to the same alpha when you're training is complete." The beta explained causing fear and panic to course through Puck. The beta lead them of too the room they would be sharing, a simple room with their own bathroom and two twin beds. The beta pinned their schedule to the wall with a smile. "Settle in, get comfortable. Dinner's at 6. Lights out at 9:30. You'll have an evaluation tomorrow before training begins." He said before leaving the pair alone.

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rpgsandbox · 5 years ago

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Minimap Compact, Wondrous item, rare The minimap compact is a marvel of artificer design, able to capture its surroundings and display them as a simple, flat image. Produced as a roundish puck of smoothed and polished marble, and strung with a strong thread of golden flax, this portable compact fits conveniently in your palm. Flecks of light and dark matter shift and glisten within the mirrored lens of glass at its center, surrounded by a notched ring of nickel. This item has 4 charges, and regains 1d4 charges daily at dawn. While holding this item flat and level, oriented with the lens facing upward and the peak on the nickel ring pointed forward, you can use an action and expend 1 charge to speak a command word and activate the minimap compact’s special properties. Scan. The minimap compact emits a single, high-pitched beep as it launches a ringlike, invisible sensor that scans all immediate surroundings within a flat, 30-foot radius centered on itself. This effect can penetrate most barriers, but is unable to detect objects, structures, or creatures that are hidden or constructed by magic. Additionally, only solids and semisolids of size category Small or larger are detectable, and must be relatively stationary. The scan appears on the lens as a small, flecked map of glittering light and dark shape on the minimap, describable in terms of value and size, at the DM’s discretion. Lighter is less dense, such as soil deposits, furniture, and human creatures. Darker is more dense, such as slow-moving lava, wood, or stone golems. Blank areas are not detectable, such as gases, flowing water, or moving creatures. This image lasts until cleared by another scan.

Double Visions, Weapon (dagger), very rare (requires attunement) Dual, short daggers of mirror-polished steel, with handles of eldritch wood requiring constant trimming, to prevent the wood’s growth from overtaking the blades. The daggers’ most prominent features are, of course, the two wandering eyes in place of standard pommels. Some poor beholder, somewhere, now has only eight eyestalks remaining, and wants these back. You gain a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with these weapons, and you must be wielding both daggers in order to gain this bonus. Each dagger holds a single charge and regains this charge daily at dawn. As an action, you can expend 1 charge and activate a dagger’s borrowed sight property. Borrowed Sight. You concentrate (as if concentrating on a spell), and can see through the eye of the dagger for up to 1 minute. For the duration, you gain darkvision out to a range of 120 feet through its eye, and one of your own eyes becomes blinded. As a bonus action, you can produce a magical effect from the eye determined by rolling a d10 and consulting the magical eye ray table, as in a beholder’s eye rays, targeting a creature you can see through the eye within 120 feet. Borrowed sight immediately ends when used in this way. Additionally, roll a d20. On a 1, the eye of the dagger becomes permanently blinded and this effect cannot be activated again. Hunted. The beholder whose eyes were taken actively searches for them. While it is within a 1 mile distance of you, it is able to perceive through your eyes at-will, and you are aware of this when it does so. While it is perceiving through your senses, it gains the benefits of any special senses you possess. This effect ends when the beholder reclaims the daggers, or dies trying.

Points of Connection, Weapon (dart), uncommon Points of connection are individually forged of fine mithril, set into a slotted hardwood box with a golden emblem representing their ritual purpose. Equally discreet as they are beautiful, these darts have been used generationally among certain elven tribes, an aid to teach younglings the pain felt by those creatures they must occasionally hunt. It is as much a tool used to teach compassion as to teach mortality, a necessary lesson for young elves to reach long-lived days. As some tribes know, and as few who have pillaged these ritualized darts have discovered, the darts have alternative and deadlier uses. A single pack contains 1d12+6 points of connection. This weapon deals 2 psychic damage, instead of the piercing damage normal for a dart. When you make a ranged attack with this weapon, you can use a bonus action to make an additional ranged attack with a different point of connection. A creature hit by a point of connection is marked until the dart is removed, and has no effect on creatures that are formless or dead. A creature can use its action to make a DC 10 Strength check, removing a point of connection from itself or another creature within its reach on a success. Dealing 2 damage to the dart (AC 15) also removes the mark and destroys the dart. Marked creatures are mystically connected to each other. The following magical properties are shared among all marked creatures on the same plane of existence: Shared Pain. When a marked creature takes damage, all other marked creatures take an amount of Psychic damage equal to the number of marked creatures. Shared Mind. A marked creature gains a bonus to its Wisdom saving throws equal to half the number of marked creatures, and can communicate by transmitting emotions to the group. Shared Location. A marked creature always knows where another marked creature is located, and can tell the exact distance and direction.

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my-funky-little-cowboy · 5 years ago

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Fight Nights

Chapter 1 - Golden Ticket

Themes: Modern AU, MMA AU, Found Family Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Hosea Matthews Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Fighting), Drug use, Gore Relationships: N/A yet, John and Arthur are roommates Words: 5,626 [ko-fi] || [ao3]

The door closed gently behind him, he tossed his backpack onto the floor and hung his coat on the rack. Kicking out of his boots he tucked the butcher paper packages under his arm reaching down to shoo the ferret out of his shoe.

“C’mon Noodle, not there.” The ferret dooked and jumped back, scurrying behind John’s leg before jumping back out and chasing Arthur into the kitchen. .

John stretched and turned from the computer, leaning back in the chair, turning toward the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Yeah, hi to you too.” Arthur opened the fridge tossing one of the packages into the fridge, stooping down to pick up the ferret clawing up his pant leg. He draped Noodle over his shoulder and opened the cabinet pulling down a couple shakers and cans. He unwrapped the second package and grabbed for the nearest shaker.

John rolled his eyes and turned back to the computer, typing out a few quick messages before pushing away from the monitor and joining Arthur in the kitchen. He crowded the space, trying to see past Arthur to the counter.

“Burgers?” He fished a pop from the fridge.

“That alright?” Arthur reached over and stopped the fridge from closing, pulling some garlic and worcestershire from the door. “If it isn’t you can make your own meal.”

John scoffed. “It’s fine, just curious. Damn.” Arthur ignored him, working his hands through the ground beef. ”The game starts in twenty, wanna watch?”

“Who they playin’?” Arthur asked and glanced over his shoulder.

“Coyotes.”

“If they don’t win I’m gonna have to find another team.” Arthur deadpanned, he shook his head and huffed out a laugh.

“You’ve stuck with them through worse. And they are in the running for the cup!” John countered and flipped the TV on, flopping onto the couch.

Noodle, realizing he wasn’t getting any of the meat, got antsy on Arthur’s shoulder and began to slide his way down Arthur’s arm.

“Noodle. Hey. Hold on, just wait a second.” Arthur scolded.

John glanced over, jumping up just in time to catch the ferret as it made it’s leap toward the counter. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t ya.” John shook him and walked back to the couch, tossing him onto the couch.

Noodle bounced off toward the far corner of the couch, flopping onto his side. John slid back onto the couch and Noodle attacked, popping up and pouncing onto his chest, dooking softly. John poked playfully at the ferret as he picked the remote back up, trying to distract him while he changed the channel. Failing miserably as Noodle took to trying to steal the remote, the chewed and worn buttons a testament to how often he took this particular prize

The small apartment filled with the smells of food and warmth. Arthur cracked the door on the oven checking the vegetables before pulling the door open and tossing a couple rolls onto the wire rack, the burgers sizzling on the griddle.

“Hawks won the coin toss.” John called from the sofa and Arthur glanced up at the screen. The bright banners of the United Center flashed on the screen.

“Food’ll be ready in five.” He flipped the burgers, and started on the dishes, quickly rinsing the prep dishes and putting them up to dry. John grunted as Noodle latched onto his finger. He barked and jumped off the couch, scampering into the kitchen and over Arthur’s foot. He flopped over and bit playfully at his sock. With his foot, Arthur slid Noodle across the floor and out of the kitchen. Arthur padded over to the couch and handed John a plate, motioning for him to move over. The horn sounded from the TV as the puck dropped. John shouted at the screen as the Hawks lost possession.

The night continued, the boys arguing with the screen over the refs calls, the Hawks eking out a victory in overtime. John pushed off the couch as the post game started and Arthur reached for the remote, pulling it away from Noodle. He flipped mindlessly through the channels, distracting Noodle with a small piece of meat from his plate.

“You done?” John pointed to the plate being licked by Noodle.

“Nah, it looks like I am still picking.”

John picked up the plate and brought it to the sink, cleaning them and placing them on the dry rack. His phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket, typing out a quick reply and grabbing a jacket and his bag, waving a quick goodbye at Arthur.

Arthur kicked his feet up onto the couch, the theme song to Cheers quickly cutting off as he flipped the channel again. He finally settled on a rerun of Dirty Jobs, Noodle jumped up onto his chest, flopping over and nosing his way into Arthur’s shirt pocket. Arthur playfully grabbed at the ferret’s face, the tiny teeth lightly sunk into the side of his hand before the ferret darted to the other side of the couch and began pulling at Arthur’s socks. Noodle continued to jump around and play for a bit before settling down again on Arthur’s chest.

Arthur blinked the sleep from his eyes, the tv playing a string of infomercials. He reached for the remote and clicked off the TV and tossed the remote onto the back of the couch. He yawned and cracked his neck, Noodle snored lightly on his chest. Arthur scooped the ferret into the crook of his arm and sat up, shuffled into the kitchen and turned off the lights. He stretched and placed the ferret onto his pillow, heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He flipped off the light and slid into the lower bunk. Setting his alarm Arthur plugged in his phone and closed his eyes, feeling Noodle move to his normal resting place curled against his shoulder.

The door opened quietly a few hours later and John slid back into the apartment, closing it behind him and disappearing into the bathroom. The light clicked off as he opened the door jumping onto the top bunk, the silence settling into the small apartment.

Arthur’s alarm went off, 6:30, the sun just starting to brighten the apartment. He pulled the covers back up in an attempt to make the bed, grabbing Noodle and putting him up onto John’s bunk. He finished getting ready for work, making himself a quick breakfast before heading off to work.

The L was packed, the cold wet morning keeping people from walking, Arthur being one of them. The train was slower and he hated the cramped feeling. He hated the stares he got. Arthur knew he was a big guy, but here he couldn’t get away. He fished through his bag and pulled out his Zune and headphones. Quickly getting himself lost in the music.

-- ♦ --

Simon Pearson flipped the lights on in his small butcher shop. Cinching his apron tightly around his waist, he disappeared into the cooler, returning with a couple chickens and began prepping them to render. The delivery door swung open and he glanced over his shoulder.

“Mornin’ Arthur.” Pearson called. Arthur pushed through the door and disappeared into the small kitchen. Tossing his backpack onto the table and hanging his coat on the hooks behind the door, picking up his own apron and tying it around his waist. He rolled his sleeves up and joined Pearson near the freezer.

“Mornin’.”

“Gonna be a busy day, grab that side of beef.” Arthur nodded.

They worked in comfortable silence until they opened for the morning. Pearson had Arthur work the front-of-house most days, he had been unsure if this kid was gonna be a good fit when he hired him a few years back, barely old enough to hold a job. But Arthur had surprised him, a quick learner and a hard worker, and surprisingly good with customers.

“I need another half rack of ribs.” Arthur called back to Pearson.

“Heard.” Pearson called back, moving to the cooler, he pulled out a rack of ribs quickly cutting it down and wrapping it in some butcher paper. He pushed through the door to the front-of-house and handed Arthur the package.

“How are you today, ladies?” Pearson smiled as Arthur turned back to hand the ribs to the older gentleman near the door. He took care of the women as Arthur cashed out the gentleman and the shop cleared out.

The day came to a close and Arthur cleaned up and took the final inventory of the case for the day. Pulling a few of the steaks from the case and a handful of brats. He packaged them up and put them into the back of the case.

“Got the final numbers for today, I’m also taking a couple of the porterhouses and some brats for the weekend, I put those under my list.” Arthur handed him the clipboard. “Need help cleaning up back here? I’m all done up front.” Pearson waved him off, wiping down the table.

“Get out of here, I’ll be fine. Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.” Arthur thanked him and grabbed his things, heading out the door.

-- ♦ --

John rolled out of his bed and padded into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Fixing himself some food he found his way to the couch. Flipping through the channels he stopped on a Scooby Doo marathon.

His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter and he glanced over toward the clock. He pushed himself up from the couch and dropped his bowl into the sink, reaching for his phone.

Hey. You holding?

Yeah. Whatcha need?

1/2 oz

Cool. Meet me at Jefferson Park. 3pm.

John threw the phone back on the counter and went into the bathroom, the ferret stretching deeply on his pillow as he passed. He showered and shaved, catching himself in the mirror, he sighed. He rubbed the towel through his hair before tossing it over the door. He got dressed and picked Noodle up off his bed, draping him around his neck and grabbing him some food for him from the kitchen. Noodle bounced excitedly on his shoulder, climbing his way down John’s arm as they moved through the apartment. He set the food down and unloaded Noodle into the cat tree to eat.

He rummaged under the bed, pulling out a box and putting it up on the desk, pushing his keyboard out of the way he sat down at the desk. He weighed and portioned out his remaining product, setting aside the ½ oz requested.

He didn’t normally deal with larger portions than dimes, preferring not to have too much on him at any time. He knew how much Arthur hated that he still sold, but he couldn’t complain about the extra money.

“You aren’t a kid anymore, they catch you, it’s an actual felony.”

“It’s just a lil’ weed, and it’s not like I’m some big time dealer.” John said. Arthur scowled and threw up his hands. “You ain’t complaining about the extra cash!” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Most of his clients being local kids or skids who couldn’t afford more than a little here and there. He tucked the extra bags back into the box, turning off the scale and tossing it in with the bags and snapping the lid closed. He slid the box back under the bed with his foot.

-- ♦ --

He had just kind of fell into this when they moved here. His dad found work at a local railyard, looking to make a fresh start after his mom died. A couple kids had found him smoking behind the gym and asked him if they could buy, and who couldn’t use the extra cash?

He had taken them up on it, hoping to make some friends in the process. Except the other dealer in school had taken offense to and sent a couple of people to convince him to stop. It’s how he had met Arthur, he had stepped in. He had a strange reputation around the school, and not many people wanted to mess with him.

“Thanks, but I would have been fine.” John picked up his bag.

“Didn’t look like it.” Arthur held out his hand. “I’m Arthur, and you’re bleeding.”

John wiped his sleeve across his face. “John.” He shook Arthur’s hand.

“I’ve seen you around, you live near Gage Park?”

John nodded, feeling extremely small next to him. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Y-yeah. We just moved here. Dad got a job at the railyard.”

“Me too, we can walk together.” Arthur patted John on the shoulder and started down the road.

-- ♦ --

John picked up his other phone, dropping it into his jacket pocket before grabbing the bags off the desk and heading for the door.

The sun had finally come out at around one, pushing the temperature into the high teens. John hated winter, the cold and the snow. He wrapped his jacket more tightly around himself picking up the pace as he made his way toward the park. His phone went off, another text. He fumbled for the personal phone in his pocket, pulling it out.

Got off early. Gonna play some ball, wanna join?

I’m already at the park.

Jefferson?

Yeah

Cool, See you in 45

John pocketed the phone as he rounded the corner and through the fence into the park. He wandered over toward the swings checking his phone for the time. He sat down in the seat, pushing his sneakers into the sand. He found a few kids looking to buy, selling a couple of dimes before his actual client showed up, he pocketed the cash and started toward the basketball courts.

He tossed his bag underneath the hoop, the impact causing the fresh snow to billow out.The light dusting on the court flurried in the wind dancing across the blacktop. It’d been a while since they had played, Arthur had been so busy lately. He kicked at the snow drifts along the courtside.

“You’re gonna play in that?” John turned to see Arthur walking toward him.

“Not like I had planned to play, I was already out when you texted.”

Arthur laughed. “Coulda brought you a change of clothes, ya know.” He tossed the basketball at John.

John caught the ball and began to dribble it lazily.

“S’fine. It’s one-on-one, a friendly game.” He tossed the ball back to Arthur. “Don’t know how you aren’t freezing your ass off right now though.” Arthur looked down at himself, his shorts and sweatshirt not seeming that out of place for a game, but he knew John hated the cold.

“Me? You’re gonna tear those jeans, how do you even get those on?” John scowled and Arthur smirked, giving him a quick shove. “C’mon, let’s play.”

The sun was starting to set when they finished. John was exhausted, he was gonna have to admit he was out of shape, he exhaled heavily and looked over at Arthur. Steam rose off him as he breathed heavily, the ball tucked under his arm. John had managed to pull out a win, scoring the last shot before Arthur called the game, stating that it was getting late and he was getting hungry.

“That was a good game Johnny. That three-pointer was impressive as hell! I take it back, maybe I should get me some of those painted on jeans.” He clapped a hand to John’s shoulder. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

They walked together, bullshitting down the street, the same road home John always took. They stopped at the corner to wait for the light when an older man shouted at them.

“Hey. Hey! You’re that kid!” The boys turned around, glaring at the man who jogged across the street to meet them. Arthur’s body language stiffened next to John and his expression went stony. “You never called me.”

“Yeah.” Arthur snarled. “You were a weird adult.” The gentleman ignored him, his attitude just as chipper.

“You still wrestling?” He looked him over and Arthur shifted under his gaze.

“No.” John could feel the ice in his voice, colder than the evening winter air. He stepped between them, worried that Arhur was going to hit the man.

“Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck is this?” He turned back to Arthur, his eyes locked on the man. Arthur towered over the man, and for the first time John saw what had made Arthur intimidating to others all those years ago. The gentleman glanced over at John, his eyes drifting back to Arthur.

“You’re bigger.” Arthur straightened up to his full height, his patience at an end. He felt the anger bubble in him as this man sized him up, clearly unfazed by Arthur’s intimidation. “My offer still stands, if you’re still looking to fight.” The message was received and Arthur bristled more.

He was goading Arthur. Pushing him, to see if he still was as quick to anger.

“This is my gym.” He thumbed behind him and Arthur’s eyes followed the gesture glancing at the name Bessie’s Bane before returning to his face.

“Sure.” Arthur turned away from the man, stalking past him and down the street, leaving John and the man alone. John glanced after Arthur, before turning back to the stranger and glowering. He took off after Arthur, leaving the man standing alone in the street, a smug smile on his face. John caught up to Arthur two blocks down, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Hey, slow down. What the fuck was that? Who is that?” John spun Arthur around.

“Nothing. Just some guy from high school.” Arthur grumbled, the heat still radiating off him.

“You gotta take him up on his offer, dude!”

Arthur barked out a laugh, his expression painted with surprise. “WHAT? Fuckin’ why?” He cocked a brow at John.

“Bro. This is EXACTLY how the Karate Kid started!”

Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and rolled back onto his heels. “Are you fucking serious?”

“ARE YOU NOT? Some mysterious stranger asks you to train at his gym and you say no?”

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “John…”

“Arthur, come on. What have you got to lose? He’s creepy and you kick his ass.” John’s eyes were pleading.

“Yeah...sure.” Arthur dismissed, turning to head back toward the house. John shivered in the cold night air as Arthur left, jogging after him.

Arthur flipped on the lights in the apartment and dropped the ball onto the floor, trapping it with his foot. John followed him in, dropping his bag into the computer chair and grabbing his blanket off the bed before slinking over to the couch.

“That’s gross.” Arthur scolded. “At least go take a shower if you’re cold.”

John ignored him, burritoing himself on the couch and reaching for the remote. Noodle growled from the floor, climbing his way up the side of the sofa before burrowing his way into the pile of blankets that was John.

Arthur opened the fridge, pulled out a number of ingredients and then moved to the cupboard to pull down the worn recipe book and the lasagna noodles. He flipped through the book stopping on a well worn page. He soaked the noodles and prepped the sauce, layering the lasagna and tossing it into the oven.

“Lasagna’s in the oven. I’m gonna take a shower. Keep an eye on it.” Arthur closed the bathroom door. John grunted that he heard him, nuzzling deeper into the blankets.

Arthur turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain, stepping out of the tub. He wiped the condensation from the mirror, his eyes wandering over his reflection.

You’re bigger.

The words echoed in his head and he inhaled deeply. He had filled out in the last couple years and grown a few more inches. He had kept his strength up working in the butcher shop, but he had softened overall. Arthur ran his hand through his hair, shaking the excess water from it. He picked up the electric razor, trimmed down his beard and inspected the cut in the mirror before flicking off the light and going to get dressed.

The smell of the lasagna filled the apartment as he threw on some lounge pants and returned to the kitchen, pulling open the oven door and removing the bubbling pasta. Arthur dished out the lasagna and brought it to the couch, motioning for John to take it.

Wiggling out of the blanket he took the plate, it felt heavy in his hands. He was going to be sore tomorrow, he could feel it. John dug into the plate, only now realizing how hungry he was. He glanced over to see Arthur finish his off, getting up to get himself seconds.

The pasta warmed his insides, and John finally started to feel normal. His eyes grew heavy as he watched the TV. Noodle snored lightly on his chest. He drifted off to sleep, unable to keep his eyes open.

Arthur’s alarm went off and he groaned, stretching out his sore muscles. He stood and started to get ready for work. Noodle stretched out on his pillow before slithering beneath the pillow to keep warm. He grabbed his bag from the floor and packed some clothes into it, grabbing Noodle from under the pillow, hushing him and taking him over to the couch where John was cocooned in a giant blanket. He placed Noodle on the blanket and watched as the ferret burrowed his way into the warmth of the blankets.

“So. You gonna check out that gym?” John asked, his eyes still closed. Arthur turned and walked out the door.

The rest of the day passed slowly, Arthur’s mind preoccupied with what John had said. Was it insane that he was going through with it? This whole idea that this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing? He was mad at himself for getting excited for the possibility. The man was a creep, right? Who was he? Some recruiter? Why was he there that night?

“Arthur -- Arthur. Kid. You with us?” Pearson reached out, putting his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur tensed under his hand.

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m here. What’s up?” He put down the broom.

“Could you come help me pull this carcass for dressing?” Pearson started toward the back with Arthur in tow. “What’s got you so lost in your own head?”

“Had a weird encounter last night.”

“Someone was able to creep you out?” Pearson turned around, an incredulous look painted on his face.

“Let me ask you something.” Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Some guy tells you he wants you to come fight for him, would you? This guy, who you’ve only ever met once before, back when you were a minor. That’s weird, right? Weirder that he remembers you like 4 years later, and confronts you about it on the street?” He paused then muttered. “Weirder still that I am thinkin’ of takin’ him up on his offer...”

Pearson laughed. An over-the-top sound that startled Arthur and he scowled.

“Listen, even if this guy is a freak. Look at you, you can take him. What’s the worst that happens if you go? They tell you that you can’t leave? Then make them let you. You pass this up? You’ll never know if this was your golden ticket.” Pearson waved him back to work. “I’ll be honest though, I’d be lyin’ if it wouldn’t suck if it was true and you left me. I like you kid. You’re a hard worker. So even if it does come up for shit, you always got a job here.”

“T-thanks.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, a smile creeping across his face. He pulled down the pig and hauled it over his shoulder, his legs screaming from the game last night. He dropped it onto the table for Pearson and went back to the front, his head a little clearer.

The remaining hours passed with him feeling a bit better about his choice. He stretched as he put his apron back onto the hook behind the door, grabbing his bag from the chair in the corner. He waved a goodbye to Pearson and made his way toward the gym.

-- ♦ --

Arthur stood outside, looking up at the faded sign that hung over the entryway. He readjusted the bag over his shoulder. The panic rising in his chest that he was making a terrible mistake, he paced on the sidewalk, Thinking back to what John had said. If this really was once-in-a-lifetime what would happen if he wasn’t good enough?

“Oi!” A voice called out and Arthur stopped. “You can’t loiter, it’s private property. Get in or get lost, tiny.” The man in the door crossed his arms. Arthur glowered and turned toward the door. The man threw up his hands in frustration. “I mean it.”

Arthur moved toward the door, his eyes throwing daggers at the doorman. He shoved past the man as he held the door open for him.

“Take your time, buddy.” He sneered as Arthur passed and it took every ounce of his control to not slam the man into the door. He pushed into the lobby and the man let the door close behind them.

A hand on his shoulder made Arthur turn, the gap-tooth grin of the man made Arthur recoil. The strange man chuckled.

“Yer a big sonovabitch!” He stepped back, taking Arthur in. “Sean.” He held out a hand. “This is Bessie’s Bane.” Arthur took his hand nervously.

“Arthur. Ya’ll got lockers?” Arthur pulled his hand back, and Sean nodded toward the back of the gym.

Arthur wandered through the gym toward the locker room, checking out the offerings. He ducked into the locker room and changed. He walked over and checked out the ring, two fighters were sparring loosely. A familiar voice called out from behind him.

“Curiosity got the better of you.” The older man stepped beside him.

“You could say that.”

“And? First impressions?” The man crossed his arms over his chest.

“That kid is a douche.” Arthur said, motioning to Sean.

“He is. So, want a tour?” The man turned and started back toward the free weights.

“Why me?” Arthur paused. “And who are you? He started after him. The man stopped at a boxing bag hanging in a far corner.

“Show me what you got and I’ll tell you.”

Arthur rolled back onto his heels, crossing his arms. “You know how creepy that sounds, right?”

The man shot him a look of annoyance. “Hosea. Hosea Matthews. Listen kid, you weren’t cut out for wrestling. The way you move. Your control, the way you read your opponents moves before they even think about them themselves. You were being wasted in wrestling.”

“It was a school sport, it really wasn’t that serious.”

Hosea grabbed the bag. “There is real money in this, if you have what it takes.”

“And what’s that, exactly?”

Hosea smacked the bag. “Whatever keeps you on your feet and winning.”

Arthur frowned. “That ain’t an answer. That could be literally anything.” He deadpanned.

“Just show me a coupled good hits.” He patted the bag again and Arthur loosened his stance. “You ever heard of MMA?”

“Sure, just didn’t think there were whole gyms dedicated to it.” Arthur delivered three heavy hits to the bag. Hosea watched him, his expression impossible to read.

“Again, but this time pretend it can hit back.”

Arthur transferred his weight to the balls of his feet and danced around the bag. He jabbed quickly at the bag, landing three hits in a quick succession before bringing in a final heavy hit.

“Again, more power.” Hosea stepped back from the bag.

Arthur growled, his first strike sending the bag in a high arc. He spun around, his leg catching the bag and thrusting it angrily to the side. He dodged the imaginary return blow ducking low and releasing a flurry of blows into the side of the bag. Hosea smiled.

Arthur continued to pummel the bag, the stress and anger from the week melting away. His arms fell to his sides. Exhaling slowly, he stopped the bag with his hands, his eyes flaring. Hosea chuckled, his hand finding Arthur’s shoulder.

“There it is. C’mon. TOMMY!”

Hosea turned Arthur and led him toward the ring. Out of his peripheral he saw a large man lumber toward the ring, the man called out as he reached the ropes.

“Yeah?” The rope bowed heavily under his weight.

“Tommy. This is Arthur, he needs a sparring partner, want some ring time?”

The men touched gloves as they started the fight, each squaring off. Tommy took the first swing, moving to try and break Arthur’s defenses, knocking him back onto the heels of his feet. The second hit connecting with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over and a knee connected with his face. Arthur swung wide as he reeled back, catching Tommy square in the jaw with his fist.

Both men took a staggered step back before returning to their defense stances, Arthur wiping the blood from his nose. Each sizing the other up. Arthur danced around some of Tommy’s heavier hits, taking only glancing blows. His speed, the only advantage he had. His blows seemingly ineffective against the mountain that was Tommy.

Hosea watched them, his eyes on Arthur, watching his movements. Each time he adjusted his fighting style Hosea smiled. The men slowed as the fight wore on and Hosea called it.

Tommy’s giant hand clapped down heavily on Arthur’s shoulder “You’re damn good kid, keep up the work.” He turned and headed off toward the locker rooms.

Hosea leaned against the ropes next to Arthur. Arthur chugged back water, wiping the rest of the blood and sweat from his face onto his towel.“So? Come fight for me?”

Arthur huffed out a laugh, his skin on fire with adrenaline, a huge smile crossing his face. “You got yourself a fighter, old man.” He held out a hand to Hosea who shook it firmly.

Arthur slid out of the ring and made his way back to the locker room, his breathing returning to normal. He grabbed his things and headed out the door.

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Arthur unlocked the door and stepped inside, tossing his bag next to the door. John looked up as he entered, the color draining from his face.

“Holy shit, dude! Are you okay?!” John yelped. The black eye bloomed on Arthur’s face. The blood from his nose and split lip spotted the front of his sweatshirt, the sleeve smeared with blood. Arthur smiled at him, holding up his hands.

“I’m okay Johnny!” He pushed past John into the bathroom, stripping off his sweatshirt and tossing it into the sink. John’s fears were not put to rest as he looked at Arthur’s back covered with deep red bruises already starting to look angry. Arthur flipped the water on in the shower, letting it warm up and walked toward the kitchen. He pulled baking soda and vinegar from the cabinet.

John stepped behind him, blocking his way back to the bathroom, puffing himself up. “Seriously dude, what happened?”

“I went to the gym, that’s all.” He pushed John gently out of the way and headed back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

John paced the room. This was all his fault! He got Arthur hurt, because he wanted to believe that this could be some kind of big break for him. He crumpled onto the couch, his head falling into his hands.

Arthur opened the bathroom door a while later, his cuts bandaged and cleaned. The red bruises angry against his skin as he pulled a shirt from the rack. John pushed up off the couch and Arthur threw the shirt over his head.

“You really got your ass kicked...at the gym?” John crossed his arms, still not convinced this wasn’t just Arthur trying to protect him or close him out.

Arthur pulled on the shirt and chuckled. “Yeah. Dude was built like a fuckin’ brick wall!” He flopped down onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. John sighed, dropping back onto the arm of the couch.

“Sorry…I told you to go” He mumbled.

Arthur let the remote fall to his side. Glancing over to John. “Nah bro. Thank you, really. It was amazing!” He picked the remote up, flipping through the channels again. “Hosea wants me to come by tomorrow, get me started on a regiment.” John looked down at Arthur, stunned into silence.

He watched Arthur, his feelings bubbling through him. Still blaming himself for how hurt Arthur got, but conflicted with how at peace he seemed. John watched as Noodle scrambled onto Arthur’s chest, curling up, Arthur’s large bandaged hand gently scritching the ferret. John glanced down at the floor, guilt overtaking him again.

“You hungry?” Arthur turned to John and he propped himself up onto his elbow. “Hey, you okay?” John kept his eyes trained on the floor. Arthur leaned over, reaching for John as Noodle rolled off him onto the couch.

“John, you didn’t do this. I am fine, honestly! It’s just a couple of cuts and bruises, no worse than I used to get during wrestling. I had a blast!” He shook John’s leg. “Come with me tomorrow!” John looked up at him, knitting his eyebrows. “Find out for yourself, since I can’t convince you.”

John breathed out a short laugh shaking his head. A smile washed over Arthur’s face. He patted John’s leg and rolled back onto the couch.

“Fine.” He pushed up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. “How about pizza?”

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 5

Requested: No

Word Count: 2838

Warning: Not really anything, maybe cursing at this point I think I at least use one swear word in if not more..haha

POV: Tyler

Notes: The next couple pieces are a bit fluffy. Currently working on Part 7, Part 6 will be up later this week. Also interested in maybe working on another piece, if anyone has any recommendations.

You were going to be a dad; it was the first thought that popped into your head as you opened your eyes. Though why that surprised you, you can’t be certain; as it was the last one you had before you fell asleep. What had transpired last evening was like something out of a movie. Never in a million years had you expected (Y/N) to tell you she was pregnant! That she loved you, you hoped; that you should go to hell was more likely. But never that she was carrying your baby.

It was crazy how when you heard the news; all the doubts you had about being a good father, good husband had just vanished out the window. When she uttered those words all you could think about was; is she ok, is the baby ok, only their well-being mattered. In that moment you realized that your passion for hockey waned in comparison to your need to protect them, care for them, and most of all love them. If you could have only known this three months ago. There was no changing the past now; you needed to work towards the future, a future with (Y/N) and your unborn child.

That meant getting your ass out of bed, going to morning skate and start playing like you deserved the eight-year contract you just signed. With renewed hope, you hauled yourself to the kitchen to feed the dogs and yourself. Making yourself a healthy breakfast you caught yourself singing along to the radio playing in the background. It was the first time in months you’d actually felt alive.

Entering the arena, a tad late, you bolted onto the ice; whizzing around getting your skating legs underneath you. The drills that had only just days ago seem mundane and useless, now skated with renewed precision. Working with your line; passes were crisper, shots perfectly placed. Taking aim at the net, you brought your stick back, cracking the puck and letting it soar past Bishop, into the net. God it felt good. “That a boy, Seggy,” Monty finally being able to cheer you on. The hour flew by, faster than when you were five-years-old; thinking it had only been ten minutes. You were last off the ice, taking a few extra practice shots before heading into the locker room. By the time you entered most of your teammates had left, a few lingered; but you sensed Jamie stayed on purpose.

Once everyone else had taken leave Jamie finally came up to you. “So, I take it things went well last night?” He had known you were going to the charity event in hopes to see (Y/N). While he didn’t entirely approve of your methods, he was rooting for the two of you to reconcile.

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly. But we’re making progress.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Needing to rehash some of last night, you nodded. Staff still milled around, and it was not a discussion that you needed everyone hearing. “I’ve gotta drop this shit off at my house then I’ll be over.” People didn’t give Jamie enough credit; he was an excellent captain, always knowing what his fellow teammates needed, always handling things with digression.

Packing up you headed back to your place; the short ride giving you time to re-evaluate. Jamie pulled in almost immediately behind you. Making coffee you began to recount your night. “I put her through hell Chubbs. You have no idea.”

“I’m sure things haven’t been easy for her.”

“That’s putting it mildly. The beginning of the night was an all-out battle. She doesn’t trust me, and I can’t blame her.” You described all the details of what transpired to Jamie, how she didn’t sleep for days, got dismissed from work, and finally how depression had overtaken her. There was just one last thing to mention; tiny as it might be in form, it was probably the biggest aspect of the night. “All that shit I put her through, but that wasn’t the worst thing. And, not that it’s a bad thing. Shit, I don’t even know how to say it. Or even if I should be.” Vaguely wondering who all (Y/N) had already told.

“Segs I’m not going to say anything to anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. And trust me I’m not going to look at (Y/N) any differently.”

“Well she’s gonna look differently.” Jamie just stared at you, your comment not making any sense at all. You had a feeling it was the look you had given when (Y/N) had said ‘we’re gone,’ last night. “She’s pregnant man, with my baby.” The possessiveness in you making you add that last part.

“Fuck are you serious?”

“Yeah, I was fucking stunned. And then of course I did the most stupid thing possible and asked if it was mine.”

“Jesus, Tyler! You know that woman loves you. She would never cheat on you.” The fact that he just called you Tyler made you again realize how badly you’d screwed up last night.

“Well it wouldn’t have been cheating, we weren’t together.” Jamie just shook his head at the stupidity of your statement. You’d tried to lessen the blow for yourself, by justifying your questioning. It rang hollow even to your ears. “You’re right I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking then. Anyway, she’s like fifteen weeks along. I would’ve thought she’d be showing by then or something.”

“Usually happens around like twelve or sixteen weeks on a first pregnancy. Everyone’s different though” Your quizzical expression had him following up that statement. “What, my sister just had a baby, I know some shit.”

“Well then you’re gonna teach me. I came home last night and ordered a bunch of books on Amazon.” Admittedly you might have gotten carried away downloading them all; there was, Dad’s Guide to Pregnancy for Dummies, Pregnancy: Put Yourself in her Shoes, We’re Pregnant, and Everything You Wanted To Know About Pregnancy But Were Too Afraid or Embarrassed to Ask. It was a little overwhelming, but you needed to prepare yourself. “I’m kind of at a loss on where to start.”

Clapping you on the back, giving your shoulder a squeeze; Jamie encouraged you. “You’re gonna do great Seggy. I know my brother-in-law felt the same way, and now he’s a pro with my niece.”

“Yeah, I hope I even get the chance. I need to get all this shit with (Y/N) figured out before the baby comes. Any ideas on how I can make that happen?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know man. It needs to be big though. Like fucking fall on your knees beg for forgiveness type of shit.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious. I know that already. I’ve already got flowers being delivered to her office on Monday, since I have no clue where she’s living at the moment.”

“You need a god damn flower wall, not just a bouquet.” Jamie was right, you needed to think bigger. Something that said ‘I love you, I’m never leaving you, as well as I’ll never fucking cheat on you again, not even in a million years. That you couldn’t really buy a gift like that at the nearest mall, wasn’t lost on you. It needed to be something that showed her you were working towards your future together; moving on from past mistakes.

Then like a light switch turning on a lamp; it hit you. “I got it!” excitement sounding in your voice. “A few weeks ago the realtor called. That house I’ve always wanted was coming on the market. (Y/N) and I have ridden past it a million times. We talked about buying it one day or building something like it. It has the perfect backyard for the dogs and kids. I’m gonna buy it, and give it to her. That is if it’s still for sale.” Getting the call weeks ago, you had dismissed the idea. That was your dream home, the place where you wanted to make your life with (Y/N); without her, at the time you just couldn’t even see contemplating it. Now, it was the perfect plan to show her where you wanted your lives to go.

“I don’t know Segs. That seems a little….extreme.” You wouldn’t let Jamie’s reluctance sway you. “I was thinking more along the lines of like, couples’ therapy.”

Flashing Jamie, a distasteful look, you grabbed your phone dialing the realtor’s number. A few quick questions and you set up a time tomorrow evening to view the home with (Y/N). Hanging up you gave Chubbs a pleased look. “This is gonna work man. I just feel it.”

Continuing to shake his head at your strategy, Jamie got up to leave. “Look, I’m gonna head home and grab a nap before the game tonight. Just give it a little more thought before you follow this through. Would you Seggy?”

“You just don’t get the beauty of it yet, Chubbs. Just wait you’ll see. I’ll talk to you tonight.” Walking him to the door, you glanced at your watch; (Y/N) should’ve called by now. Wordlessly you sent up a quick prayer that she wouldn’t back out. Throwing yourself on the couch, you watched time slowly tick by minute by painstaking minute. You let your mind drift to a time in the near future; you and (Y/N) walking into your new home, carrying a small little bundle in a car carrier. (Y/N) looked gorgeous as always, glancing down at the carrier you checked in on your new born; trying to determine if it was a boy or a girl. The ring on your phone brought you back from your imaginings. (Y/N)’s face appeared on the screen and you smiled to your empty living room.

“Hey, babe.” It was an easy term of endearment that fell off your lips, after all the time the two of you had spent together.

“Hey Ty. How was your morning skate?”

This easy routine conversation felt like a million that you’d had before with her; one that you would have every time you were on the road. It was nice to feel some normalcy again. “Really great. I feel like tonight is going to be a good night for me, ya know.” You meant all those words, after practice you just had a renewed sense about the game.

“That’s great Tyler. I’m glad you’re feeling better about hockey at least.”

“I’m feeling better about a lot of things.” Unsaid words hung in the air. There was a long pause, as if she didn’t know what to say next and so to fill the void you added. “You wouldn’t want to come tonight, would you?”

“Ummmm…I….Ummm…”you frowned knowing the answer she was trying to spit out; your brain already trying to work on a response. “I just don’t think I’d feel comfortable doing that yet Ty.”

“Yeah sure, I completely understand. Plus, it’ll be noisy and loud, probably not good for the baby.” She laughed at that; the sound, music to your ears.

“I think the baby can probably handle it, it’s got a lot surrounding it in there.”

“Oh well, yeah…you’re probably right. Are you feeling ok today?” You hadn’t had a chance to discuss all the particulars with her; however, you’d read quickly last night that most morning sickness is over in the second trimester, which is where (Y/N) was at right now.

“Yeah, baby and I are having a good morning.” You could almost hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s great hun. You know we haven’t talked a lot about things, I mean where the baby’s concerned. I realized that when I was talking to Jamie.”

Screaming into the phone at you, she yelled, “You told Jamie I’m pregnant!?!”

Clearly this was another obvious mistake on your part; this was not the direction you wanted the conversation to go. You’d had enough screaming and yelling last night. “Um…Yeah. I didn’t think it’s that big of deal. I mean your friends know right?”

“No Tyler, I haven’t fucking told a sole.” This said in a much softer voice. You hadn’t really given any real credence to her not telling anyone; automatically assuming her friends had this knowledge. After all they were the ones who had taken her to the doctor’s office in the first place.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I just thought…well since they took you and all.” It was yet another apology you were having to make to her.

“No…It’s fine. I should’ve said something last night. I’m sorry I yelled.” Her regret at least showed you were making some headway.

“Babe, why haven’t you told anyone?” It was a small question and one you wanted answered. Waking up this morning you were bubbling with excitement about the news, wanting to share it. That she had kept this secret from all those she loved for three weeks, was almost unfathomable.

A long pause prefaced her answer. “I…Ummm…I don’t know Ty. I’m scared.” The last part barely a whisper.

You knew that giving birth could be a scary time for a woman; hell, you had a feeling that when the time came, you would never know fear like you would in that moment. Already the baby and (Y/N) meant so much to you, and you hadn’t even known for twenty-four hours. Reassuring her, you spoke. “I know it can be scary hun, but we’ll get through this, together.”

“I think that’s what I’m scared about Ty, the together part. Like I just don’t know.” Couldn’t she realize the life the three of you would have; correction six with the dogs. It would be almost out of a storybook. Lazy summer Sundays at the lake, where you’re laying in the grass, the baby between you. Taking them home after a victory. Hell, you’d already had a crystal-clear image of more kids to come. Knowing your sins of the past, weren’t quite forgiven yet, wasn’t an obstacle you would let get in the way of all that.

“(Y/N), I know we have a long road ahead of us, but you’ve got to know; no got to believe, we are going to get through this. I promise you.” It was a promise you would continue to make, until she knew it deep in her bones.

“I wish I could be as certain as you.”

“We’ll get there, babe. You’ll see.” Silence ensued after that comment, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your arms ached wanting to hold this woman in them right now and just reassure her. After a moment, you steered the conversation elsewhere. “So, I was kind of hoping that maybe tomorrow after work we could spend some time together. I’ve got something I need to show you.”

Grateful for the change, she answered, “Really, what’s that?”

“Oh no, you’re not going to ruin the surprise. You’ve just got to wait and see. So, can I pick you up about seven?”

Finally relenting with a, “Yeah, sure. I’ll text you my new address.”

It was a step you didn’t think she would take, that she did, had your heart soaring. “Excellent!”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. The appointment on Tuesday is at four in the afternoon. Did you want to meet me there or go together?”

Was this really a question, you could only imagine the stares, you would receive walking in to an OB/GYN office by yourself. “Honestly, I’d feel a bit weird walking in there by myself. Could I pick you up at the office or wherever you’re going to be and we’ll go together?”

The light chuckle she gave, told you she already knew your reply. “I had a feeling. And yes, I’ll probably be at work; so, if you wouldn’t mind coming there, that would be great.” Plans made for the next few days, your adrenaline was pumping; knowing that you’d get to see her two days in a row. “I should probably let you get a nap; you’ve got a big game.”

Frowning, time was always too short with her. You longed for those days when she would be around constantly; sharing naps with you. Sighing, you knew that time would come soon enough. “Yeah, I probably should. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven, maybe we could grab something to eat too. Gotta keep you two healthy.” It was also an ulterior motive to be around her longer.

“Sounds good. Have a good game Ty.”

“Thanks, babe. I love you.” The last part automatically coming out of your mouth, but the words were always true. Silently you willed her to say them back.

“Me too.” It wasn’t exactly the response you were looking for, but then again, she didn’t hang up on you either. Laying the phone down on the table; you focused on what tomorrow would bring, closing your eyes, dreaming of all the possibilities that your future held with (Y/N) by your side.

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Only Time Will Tell- Brock Boeser 1.3

about/request: I really wanted to explore a relationship where you are ‘the other woman’ this is the result of that. I’m not sure how long this will end up so…. sorry.

warnings: cursing, i think that's it??

authors note: Sorry I took such a long time bringing this out, I didn’t know if anyone actually liked this or not. Remember that a lot of details in this story are made up or changed. Make sure to check out parts one and two, I fixed some mistakes and made some corrections.

timeline: march 2017

word count: 2614

Hockey used to be a life for not just me, but my whole family. Three nights a week we would hop in my dad’s old work truck to cruise over to wherever Charlie, and in turn Brock, played. Often times we would meet up with the Boeser’s to grab the best seats right by the ice. Here my mom would yell to “Shoot the puck!” or boo at whatever call she felt didn't fit the crime. My dad would grab a couple of beers while talking to some guys he knew from his work. Small towns mean most people there he knew so he would rarely sit with us the whole game. Sometimes I would sit by my mom and Brock’s mom and sisters. Sometimes there would be kids from school or members from the team who were scratched I would sit by instead. Wren was often the one scratched. He never made it to practice on time and when he did he would spend more time talking to guys on the team then practicing. He was nice and seen grew to be one of the guys on the team I felt fully comfortable with. He understood what it was like to be the younger sibling and live in the shadow of our elders. His older brother Josh was team captain and lead them to 3 state titles in a row.

After the game, all of us would go out to eat. The Boeser’s and the Y/L/N’s and whomever joined along from the team. Dad would tell Charlie what to do better, of course Dad knew what it was like to play hockey. He played for the University of Minnesota until a really bad accident his sophomore year took him out. Charlie, and me too (at least for a little bit), just wanted to impress him. Often times dad would rag on Charlie until they got into a mini fight. Charlie would hitch a ride back with Brock and his family. My dad would then spend the whole drive home complaining that Charlie was never going to be as good as him if Charlie didn't take his advice.

Although the bad seeped into the good. The hockey rink was were my family was one. We all would come together to scream when number 6 would skate out. Cause no matter how awful things were going at home, the rink was a time of escape. It was when hot chocolate would warm cold fingers in the late second period or the high of sugar rush from skittles in the second intermission. It was a time to giggle at the little kids they brought out between periods. They wouldn’t yet be comfortable on skates so they would slip and fall or miss the puck completely. I couldn’t remember what it was like when Charlie and I were that young playing, but I like thinking we were better than that.

After he had died, I didn’t go to many games. There was no more hot chocolate or skittles high. No little kids falling or scoring on their own net. We never went out to eat after the games. There were no more arguments between dad and Charlie. The nearby rink which once held the best memories was purposely avoided at all times. Life went on, but each day seemed to hold some emotional punch of remembrance. Like one day, about 3 months after he died I came home from school and my mom had cleaned out his room. Neat piles of his clothes and pictures were placed in bins labeled “attic” or “giveaway.” His first skates, his autographed Detroit Red Wings Steve Yzerman jersey, and so much more was packed away to be set aside. His posters, CDs and other trinkets were thrown out or donated to a thrift store. I remember yelling at my mom that this is his room. She told me she needed to heal and that dad had been asking her to do it for two weeks. It was time to move on.

Since moving I had gone to no hockey games. And the Vancouver Canucks were not a bad team. They had just been having a difficult time in recent years. That didn’t make city pride for them any less. Any game night and the always crowded downtown streets turned into an obstacle only the bravest could handle. I never purposely put myself in a position to make the drive down to the stadium in the past 2 years of living in Vancouver. Occasionally I was invited to games by friends and classmates. I managed to get out of it every time too, but somehow escaping this invite seemed impossible.

It was Brock’s mother’s last night in the city before she had to fly back down to Minnesota to care for Brock’s younger siblings. I was extended an invite due to my ‘gracious’ hosting, my mother called me and told me how Laurie, Brock’s mother, raved how I grew into such a beautiful and caring young woman. So there I was crammed in Rogers Arena with 18,000 or so people. Laurie was on one side of me wearing a new Boeser jersey. I, even though I lived there awhile, owned no such fan gear and instead dressed in a thick sweatshirt. Natalie tried to get me to wear her old Trevor Linden jersey, but I high tailed it out of there before she could fish it out of her closet.

I loved hockey growing up, but standing here made me feel so out of place. Life had changed so much in the past two years. I was no longer the little tomboy with scraped knees and a messy ponytail. I longer wanted to play hockey. Now, I had put hockey out of my life so much that welcoming it back in right now felt traitorous to everything I had done to avoid coming here. Laurie was cheering and dancing. I guess there is nothing quite like the debut of your child in the NHL. Warm ups had just started so every guy was on the ice. It was easy to spot him in the white 6 with the dark blue background. I got chills the first time I saw it. Boeser was spelled out in big letters across his back. I imagined at that moment seeing Charlie out there. He would mess around and probably fall trying to impress some girls he would see on the front row. But he would be here, and he would be happy.

“I’m gonna go grab a beer, want one?” I asked his mom. Canada drinking laws are sort of amazing. I remember getting carded at a bar when I first turned 19. There was a split second of panic before I remembered I didn’t really need to be 21 up here.

“No, hun, I’m going to facetime the girls so they can see Brock on the ice,” she said grabbing her phone.

People were still pouring in from the front doors. Lines were long for everything even the escultors. I recognized some people from college and waved. They sported brand new jerseys and held in their arms peanuts and beers and popcorn. “We are gonna win!” They all said. People were invigorated with the call up of Brock. I was invigorated to get a beer in me that's for sure. Fifteen minutes and 16 bucks later I carried my two beers back to our spot. Laurie was finishing up her call to Jessica and Paul, Brock siblings along with Duke. I waved and said hi to everyone.

“Kid, you gotta come back more often,” Paul said. Paul was Brock’s oldest sibling and he always acted like he was so much older than the rest of us. Add on to the fact that I was the youngest in our family friend group, “Kid” has been my nickname well into my early teens.

“I will soon, I have just been super busy with college and all.”

It had been mine excuse through out my time here. For the first 8 months my parents begged me to come home. At this point they didn't even call me anymore. I guess it's far cause I don't call them up much too.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay back home,” Laurie said. “Are you guys staying up to watch the game?”

“Only for a little bit, I work early in the morning.” Jessica said. West coast games ended way too late to stay up watching them in Minnesota. While it was only 7:00 our time it was 9 there so the game could last until 12 or 1 am.

We all said our goodbyes as the lights dimmed. The Canucks opening video was being shown on the big screen while music blared in the arena. This was pump up time. As our guys skated out people cheered loudly. This game was supposed to be good. The Ducks always had a little rivalry with us. Add on to the fact that this was Boeser’s first home game and we were on a two-game losing streak. The team, and the fans, were hungry for a win.

Unfortunately moral lasted until the ducks scored for the third time in the first period. Add on when Montour scored to make it 4-0 in the second, people began realising that not much has changed even with Brock. As the zamboni entered the ice for second intermission, Laurie turns to me.

“So, your mom told me your in college,” she started. God, she was fishing. Mom’s think they are clever trying to get information by stating the conversation at a wide base value and steer it to the cavity in the situation.

“Yep, I go to the University of British Columbia for journalism,” I said sipping water I got after downing both beers in the first period.

“That must be a lot of work, what do you do for work?” she asks.

“I actually write for Vancouver’s newspaper, they pay pretty good, and I do work study, so they pay for so much of my tuition that isn’t covered by my scholarships and then I get some of the money”

“What do you do for work study?” she asks.

“My English professor needs an assistant. I’m basically his gopher. If he needs a book from the library or a coffee I go get it. I transcribe his lectures for any kid who misses class. Sometimes I will tutor kids or help them find good sources for their papers. It’s not too bad, maybe three or four hours per day and I get like 6 credits towards my English major.”

“Gosh, that's a lot. He needs you to do all of that?”

I shrug, “It sucks sometimes but the professor is nice so…”

“Your mom said that you haven’t come home since moving here.” They way she phrases the end of it is hard to respond to. It's not a question, more of a statement. She didn't sound mad or upset like my mom does when she says it. Laurie just sounds concerned. Her voice feels like a hug.

“It’s just soo much,” I start. “Charlie’s gone and mom and dad are splitting up. Mom met this new guy and he is so proper. Dad hasn’t even called me in two months because I said I’m not coming home for his huge labor day party. Plus I just got so much going on.”

“It’s okay to be hurt by what's going on, but don’t hide from it. Your parents love you a lot. They just don’t know how to love each other with so much hurt.”

“I don't know how to love them with so much hurt.” I mutter.

Everyone is buzzing as the crowd makes its way out of the arena. We may have lost, but Brock put one in the beginning of the third to excite the crowd. Laurie and I hang back to give Brock time to get ready. The team could have lost 10-1 and she still would have been glowing with excitement for Brock. His life was changing, and he was no longer the little boy who fell over on the ice. Where most parents would have been freaking out, Laurie handled with grace, something she has done her entire life. No matter the situation Laurie put on her big girl pants and muddled through.

We meandered our way to the locker room, showing our passes to the security guard. In the hallway we waited as different guys from the team joined up with their wives or girlfriends. They all hugged Laurie telling her how wonderful her son is. Everyone loved Brock. Well almost everyone.

Brock finally made his way out. His hair was still wet from what I was hoping was a shower and not sweat. He and Laurie hugged when he reached us. It was an awkward second or two while we figured out if we would hug or not. Wrapping my arms around him felt weird, almost as weird as the time we kissed. Yet there was a nostalgia in it too; we went always so awkward. In fact I remember a time in my life where I never thought we would ever be strangers. I remember once when I was about 12 and Brock was about 13, I had a dream that Brock and I were dating. The next day I remember being shy and awkward especially when he called me “Kid”. I went all pink and Charlie would not let it go for a whole year. Finally, when Brock asked a different girl to the joint 7th-8th grade dance Charlie let it go. I spent the whole night crying and accepted Thomas Miller’s invite. He had braces and dark hair and spent all night trying to kiss me. After the second slow dance song I joined up with my friends instead. The next day I heard a rumor going around that he said not only had we kissed, but that I let him touch my boobs. Charlie had been mad and cornered me about it. When I admitted it false, he said he taught Thomas a lesson. The next week someone “anonymously” shared a picture of Thomas at a birthday party sucking on his thumb with a stuffed animal. From there rumors spread he wet the bed every night.

We always had each others backs. It made we wonder how things ended up so differently. We all walked out together. As I reached into my pocket to order an Uber, Laurie offered to have them drive me back to my apartment.

“It’s too late for a young woman like you to hop in some random mans car.” she insisted.

“”I couldn’t bother you guys,” I said.

“No bother,” Brock said. “Might be nice to see more of the city anyway.”

Thirty minutes later I lay in bed without make up and in an old, ripped up shirt from Natalie’s older brother that he left here. Natalie was already deep asleep when I got home with one of the Harry Potter movies on full volume. With school for both of us the next day, it was important to get as much sleep as possible. But as I laid there all I could think about was Brock’s hair and his cologne. I wished things could have ended better for us all those years ago. Maybe there’s time for change now. A girl could hope.

As I finally started to drift asleep my phone’s ping jolts me awake.

Brock Boeser has texted you.

Thanks for coming tonight. I hope to see you soon.

God, it’s going to be a long night.

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