#side note: that was such a fun night filled with hand holding (hockey girl and a different girl) grinding (sammy) forehead kisses and hugs
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
ok but being out feels so good🥺
#I’m out to like everyone but my roommate haha#anyway I was hanging out with this girl on my team and I could literally talk forever about how sweet she is but anyway she was telling me#about how sammy came up to her on our first night out and was like ‘my gaydars going off I’m getting a gay vibe from Kunkel’ and the other#girl was like ‘ok you’re probably right you’re never wrong’ and Sammy went and talked to me and came back all triumphant and the girl was#like ‘DUDE i never doubted you I said you’re never wrong😂’#and then she went to talk to this other girl (I had walked over with the two of them) and she was like ‘hey kunkels gay’ and that girl was#like ‘really? I wasn’t getting that vibe... well I guess that’s why she wasn’t interested when we were talking about guys’ and yesterday#we went out again and my one friend was telling me to ask her softball questions but don’t ask for guy advice (she was pretty drunk) and I#I said ‘you don’t have to worry about me asking for advice with guys’ and she was like DO YOU LIKE GIRLS and I was like yeah haha and she#was like ‘I KNEW IT CAN I TELL *our other teammate* WAIT do you tell people I won’t tell if you don’t’ and I was like yes you can tell her#and she was like ‘ok GOOD bc I knew it I could just tell from your Instagram stories but she didn’t believe me IM SO HAPPY I KNEW IT#and then she was like it’s kinda split here (politically) but I’m so glad about you you’ll find your people here don’t worry and you have me#side note: that was such a fun night filled with hand holding (hockey girl and a different girl) grinding (sammy) forehead kisses and hugs#(from girl who’s also working on getting me and hockey girl together) and singing and dancing (with everybody)#(especially with sammy who likes to get up close and personal hence the grinding lol)#and the night before that I was hanging out with this girl like I said and she was SO SWEET and she was telling me I don’t have to worry bc#no one on the team will care having sammy will help and that I should feel good about getting to be myself bc I deserve it🥺#and like she asked if I was talking with anyone and when I said not really she was like don’t worry that’s gonna change you’re gonna find#someone (basically what sammy said too🥺) and she was telling me that I’m hot and when I tried to say nah she was like BULLSHIT and like we#laid in bed and like I’ve never really been like that bc I didn’t want to be the ‘predatory lesbian’ but she called me over and we just#laid and talked and it was so nice and she said if Sammy liked me and hockey girl together I should trust sammy bc ‘she’s never wrong’ and#when I was leaving she was like ‘seriously you’re my favorite freshman and I love you we all love you you know that right?#and inside I was like COVEY DONT SAY THAT THATS TOO MUCH LOVE FOR ME TO HANDLE#anyway my dad thinks she’s into me but I dont think so bc she’s straight and basically my best friend on campus and I trust her with my life#OH AND SHE WANTS ME TO TAKE HER NUMBER?? BITCH SAY LESS IF YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR NUMBER ‘to keep it in the family wear it for me please’#I FUCKING WILL BE NUMBER SEVEN FOR YOU COVEY OF COURSE#but anyways long story short I feel so supported and loved and I’m so glad I decided to just come out when people ask#lesbian college adventures#personal#adventures of an out? gay
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 3
Word Count: 6,077
POV: Jamie and then switches to reader
Warnings: Language that’s about it for this one.
Notes: Here we go on Part 3. Hope you guys are enjoying this little story. As always feedback is welcomed, good or bad. Happy Reading!
Ruined Masterlist
JAMIE'S POV
Standing there in the kitchen, rooted to the same spot you were just twenty-four hours ago, you still couldn't believe all that had happened. In that short span of time, you'd learned that not only was your new neighbor the woman who you first fell in love, and happened to still be in love with, but that she was also going to be your new team doctor. You spent most of last night tossing and turning in bed, trying to come up with a way to worm your way back into her heart, which seemed to be locked up as tight as Fort Knox against you.
She was still as stunning as ever and your hands still burned with the feel of her curves on your skin. To think that she was only a couple doors away and that you could be holding her again was sheer torture. (Y/N) had always been amazing, at least in your eyes, but now she was just even more. She'd gone out there and become one of the top orthopedic and sports medicine doctors out there, from what you'd heard from the Stars trainers. Why you were surprised, you weren't one hundred percent sure? In high school, she'd always been smart and at the top of your class, even if she made some poor choices once you'd broken up. Now though, she seemed to be doing everything right; except for maybe not giving you a second chance. You had plenty of time to fix that, if only you could come up with a plan.
You were interrupted from your thoughts, by four paws tapping on your kitchen floor. "Hey Ger, what are you doing here?" You said, as you bent and petted Tyler's youngest dog.
"We're going for a walk after you and I work out." Gerry's owner told you, as he sauntered in behind the pup. "Going to check out that new neighbor of yours. Well, ours really, since my house isn't too far away."
"Oh, no you're not."
Tyler's brow shot up in question. "Why? Have you met her or something? Does she have some fatal flaw I should be aware of?"
Your eyes practically rolled in your head at his comment. "No smart ass, she flawless, but she's also off-limits."
"Yeah, doctor husband or something like that. I'm sure he's gone all hours and she might in fact be bored. You know doctors are notorious cheats."
"And you're not?" It really was the pot calling the kettle black and all. Tyler just shrugged the comment off though. He never truly considered it cheating if he was in an open relationship, too bad the women he dated didn't feel the same way. "There is no husband."
"Perfect. But wait then who's the doctor?"
"She is."
Tyler's eyes got big as he let the information sink in. "So, she's going to be working on us." You nodded your head yes. "Even better. I'll definitely be a needy patient."
"No, you won't." Before he could even ask why you added. "She's also my ex."
"Wait a minute…hold up here. You have an ex that's a doctor. How did I not know this?"
"Because I didn't know she was." You see Tyler trying to put the pieces together and still not making them fit. It was a complicated situation, so you thought it best to help fill him in. "(Y/N)'s my ex from high school. She's also the first girl I ever loved."
"Wait, doctor neighbor is (Y/N)? As in the first girl you ever kissed and the first girl you ever fucked?"
"Who told you that?" As soon as you asked the question, you already knew the answer.
"Jordie, of course." Of course, it was your big brother. You should've figured he'd spill the beans about that to Tyler. "And according to him, you never got over her." You weren't exactly sure you wanted to admit that, so you kept your mouth shut, which apparently said more than actual words. "You ARE still in love with her, aren't you?"
"Maybe."
Tyler rubbed his hands together in a sinister way that told you he was up to no good. "Oh, this is going to be fun."
"No, it's not, because you're not going to do a damn thing."
"Who said I was? I'm just going to enjoy the show." The devious smirk on his face told you a different story.
"I know you…" you didn't get to finish that thought, as the front door opened and Gerry started to bark at whoever just entered.
"Hey Ger," you heard the recognizable voice of your brother Jordie. "Thought you guys would already be working out by now, but it looks like you're getting a late start."
"Only because this guy is too busy fawning over the new neighbor," Tyler commented hitting your shoulder and you punched him in the arm back. "Ouch." You hit him hard but not as hard as you really wanted to.
"New neighbor huh?"
"Yup, and she's a doctor." Tyler just couldn't keep his mouth shut, could he?
"So, she took the job huh?"
"Wait, you knew (Y/N) was coming here and you didn't tell me?" It was like you were back in high school all over again and Jordie just continued to find ways to torture you.
Jordie's hand wiped down the front of his face and pulled on his beard. He didn't need to answer you for you to know that he knew (Y/N) had moved to Dallas. "Justin mentioned she was offered the job, but he didn't know if she was going to take it."
"Why wouldn't she?" Jordie cocked his head to the side. "Of course, don't say it. It was because of me." A nod of the head was all the confirmation that was needed from Jordie. "Still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me."
"I didn't see a reason to tell you until I knew for sure, and I haven't talked to Justin for a bit. It's not like I just call him and up all the time and ask him about (Y/N)."
"Why didn't you tell me she was a doctor at least? You've obviously known that for a while."
Jordie blew out a frustrated breath. "Have you ever seen yourself when someone mentions her name?" You hadn't, but really you imagined you looked the same as you always did; so you simply shrugged at Jordie. "You look like Gerry when Tyler doesn't pay attention to him." You looked over at Gerry, who seemed to look rather pleased with himself, so you couldn't see anything wrong with that. "Scratch that. You look like Cash and Marshall, who are both sulking at home because they know Gerry is Tyler's favorite."
"Hey, I love all my children equally." Tyler protested though you knew Jordie was right in his assessment. Tyler's other two dogs were undoubtedly at home moping because he didn't bring them and would probably ignore Tyler completely when he got home. It left you wondering if you did the same anytime anyone mentioned (Y/N)'s name. Did you just go sulk in the corner when anyone brought her up? You threw your head back trying to think about the last time anyone ever said anything about her. It had been a few years, but you did remember your mom mentioning something about her and what did you do; you'd walked out of the room and went for a run not even choosing to listen to what your mother had to say.
The question now, was why did you do that? The answer was obvious, now that you'd seen her. You still loved her and it hurt. Fuck. At first, you'd done it to protect yourself, because you couldn't stand hearing about her being with another guy. She'd practically made the rest of her way through high school fucking other guys and it killed you, that someone else was touching her, kissing her, loving her. Well, they would never her love her like you did and that's what hurt the most, that she would give herself to some guy that wouldn't treasure her as you did. But then you hadn't cherished her as you should have. "Fuck!" You slammed your hand down on the counter.
"You're doing it again," Jordie called out after you, and you hadn't realized you started to walk away. Only this time you weren't leaving because you didn't want to hear what was said about her; you were running away from your feelings for her. You'd been doing that since the day the rumors started about her. It was time to stop running.
You turned back to Jordie and Tyler. "How do I get her back?" Tyler's eyebrows shot up, whereas a huge grin broke out on Jordie's face.
"About time you finally realized you needed to fight for her."
"I did."
"No, you didn't. You tried for a week, gave up, and have spent over a decade avoiding your feelings for her. That's not fighting for someone." Well, when Jordie put it that way, you really couldn't argue.
"Alright, but what do I do now?"
"That's a tough one brother. You've got a lot to make up for in her eyes."
"I already fucked up when I ran into her yesterday. She's never going to speak to me again."
"Unless you get injured and she has to," Tyler said and you both turned to him with an incredulous look. "What? It's true. She's the team doctor. She'd have to talk to you then." He wasn't wrong, but it seemed sort of underhanded, and the last thing you needed was her thinking you lied again.
"Not an option." You told your best friend. "She'll see right through it if it's a lie and I don't plan on injuring myself on purpose."
"Well, if there's anything good about the situation; it's that you've got time on your side." Jordie was right. You had a whole season to win her back, now all you needed was a plan to do that.
READER'S POV
It was twenty-four hours later and you still couldn't get Jamie Benn out of your head. Maybe taking this job was a bad idea. Why did he have to look so good after all these years? That beard, you had no idea that beards were your thing until you saw him in one. And those muscles, Jesus, when did he get those. The feel of his abs were still imprinted on your fingertips from trying to steady yourself when you'd run into him. This was not good, not good at all. You should not be thinking about Jamie, let alone in this way.
You unpacked yet another box, hoping to distract yourself from lustful thoughts of your ex who also happened to be the hot hockey player that lived just two doors down. 'Remember all the things he said about you;' you told yourself as you placed a vase on the end table in the living room. He'd ruined your reputation with just a few words and he could do it again if you didn't steal yourself against him. But damn, if he didn't look good, just standing there shirtless.
A knock at the door, thankfully interrupted your thoughts. You headed to the foyer to answer it and were surprised to see yet another bearded Benn staring back at you. "Heard you'd moved to town," Jordie said by way of greeting. "Thought we'd come by and welcome you to the neighborhood." It was then that you realized standing beside him was a petite blonde woman with the most inviting smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Jessi." She held out her for you to shake.
"(Y/N), it's nice to meet you. Won't you guys come in?" You stepped aside and they followed you into the house. "Sorry, this place is a mess. I'm still trying to get things together since the movers left."
"It looks great," Jessi told you and you knew she had to be lying but it was still nice of her to try. "Believe me, I still have boxes I haven't unpacked from our move to Montreal and now we're heading to Vancouver."
"Well, I'd call it a win then." You shrugged and she laughed. "Less packing."
"For sure," she agreed. "This is for you. I wasn't quite sure about what to bring as a housewarming gift but I figured this goes for any occasion." She handed over a bag, which contained two bottles of very expensive wine in it.
"This is absolutely perfect. It's like you knew I needed this."
"I have a feeling we are going to be very good friends," Jessi told you, that warm smile gracing her face again. "Speaking of which, Jordie and I are having a dinner party tomorrow night before he heads out of town for training camp. It's small just about ten or twelve people. We'd love to have you."
The hesitation that you experienced inside, must have somehow transferred to your face, for the next thing you knew Jordie was trying to reassure you. "Before you saying anything. Yes, Jamie is going to be there, but it's my understanding that you two are going to have to deal with each other a lot. Might as well try and be friends." You knew that Jordie was right. Despite what had happened in the past, and Jamie's assumption about you being in Dallas; the two of you were going to have to get along.
"Plus, I will gladly smack him upside the head if he gets out of line," Jessi added and got the impression that she would definitely keep her word. "So, what do you say? It will give you a chance to meet a couple of the other players as well."
You took a deep breath in, weighing your options. On one hand, you could stay here and let the wounds of long-ago fester, or on the other, you could try and at least be cordial to one another, after all, you would be seeing Jamie on a pretty regular basis. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the impression that what was between the two of you so long ago bothered you enough to avoid him. "I say sure," you told them, an excited look crossing Jessi's face. "What time?"
"Dinner's at seven, but come around six, so we can have a few drinks?" She looped her arm through yours, then proceeded to head back to your front door. "Or earlier. I'd love to get to know you better. Give me your phone. I'll text you our address the minute we get home. It's not far from here. Oh, and dinner is casual, so shorts or jeans are fine."
"Sounds great. Can I bring anything?"
"Just yourself."
"Yeah, looks like you have enough on your plate here," Jordie said, which garnered a whack across the back of his head from Jessi. "Ouch."
"See, I told you I wouldn't mind smacking Jamie if he acts up." The two of you burst out laughing leaving Jordie to rub the back of his head. "See you tomorrow."
Thank god, you went into your new place of work the next day or you would've spent the next twenty-four hours worrying about seeing Jamie. As it was, you'd already changed your outfit three times. At first, you'd gone with a pair of jean shorts and a black button-down but then felt it was almost too casual if you were going to be meeting some of the other players. So, you changed into a sundress but that gave off the vibe you were trying too hard. In the end, you opted for white shorts and a navy peplum off the shoulder top. It was definitely casual but also a little conservative at the same time.
Even though Jessi had said to come earlier than six, you opted to go on time, not wanting to rush her of getting things or herself ready. Their place was fairly close to yours, so it took no time at all to get there. You rang the doorbell, and Jessi answered. "(Y/N), it's so good to see you again, come in."
"I wasn't sure what to bring, but I remembered this used to be one of Jordie's favorites." It was Jamie's as well, but you chose to ignore that fact.
"Oh, what is it?" She asked referring to the cake box you held out.
It was then that Jordie appeared. "Tell me that's not what I think it is?"
"It is." Jordie's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas before he snatched the box out of your hands and proceeded to head down the hall to the kitchen.
"Hey, Jame, you'll never believe what (Y/N) brought." Shit, Jamie was here already. You'd hoped you had a little time to maybe mingle with some other people before he showed up.
Jamie stood there, beer in hand and smile on his face, as you walked into the kitchen. His grin grew a little wider as you walked into the room, whether that was from the cake or you, you weren't sure. Before either of you could mutter a word, Jessi cut in. "Obviously, I'm missing something here. One of you needs to feel me in."
"It's only the best chocolate cake on the planet." Jamie finally chimed in. "Hi (Y/N)."
"Hi Jamie," you greeted him back, yet blushed from his words of praise about your baking skills.
"I swear it's why I called this guy Chubbs back in the day. He would literally beg (Y/N) to make this for him all the time." Jordie contributed to the background story of the cake.
"Hey, you used to eat at least half of it." Jamie teased his brother back and you realized you missed their easy banter back and forth.
"It's true, I did," Jordie admitted to Jessi as he opened the refrigerator to put the cake inside, remembering how it was always better cold. "Maybe I should put this in the other fridge and we don't have to serve it when everyone else comes."
"Fuck that." Jamie cussed and you had to laugh. "You're sharing that bad boy with me."
"Wow, I've never seen them get this worked up over cake. I'm wondering if we should just eat it now before anyone else comes." Jessi told you as she helped Jordie make a spot in the fridge for the box.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Jamie asked turning that intense gaze of his on you. It was one that always left you hot and bothered when you were younger, and apparently, it was still doing that to this day.
"A beer would be great," you finally managed to mumble out.
"They're out here," Jamie told you and you followed him out the French doors onto the patio where a small fridge held several types of beers. Without thinking he grabbed you a Molson and twisted the cap off. "Oh shit, force of habit, I guess. Did you want something else?"
"No, this is fine."
"Remember the time we stole Heather Thompson's last two Molson's at Eric's party." both you and Jamie burst out laughing.
"She went around accusing everyone, while we drank them in the backseat of Justin's car." You added, but then there was also more that went on in that backseat.
"And then she thought Justin took them and went after him." Both of you were having a hard time catching your breath and finishing the story.
"But she tripped and landed face-first in the mud."
Jamie gave a loud bark of laughter at the memory and you found yourself laughing harder with him. It was just like that night, only then his arms had been looped around you as you both tried to stifle your giggles and not give yourself away. "She was so pissed. I'm pretty sure she never spoke to Justin again." Jamie remembered.
"He should be thanking us for that." It felt good to just laugh with Jamie. You took a long sip of your beer and realized how easy it would be to fall back into old times with Jamie; too easy. The thought sobered you. Jamie smiled at you, and damn if your stomach and heart didn't do that little fluttery thing it used to do. Both of you just standing there staring at the other neither willing to look away. It was almost as if to do so would be admitting there were still feeling there between you.
"Ouch!" Jessi screamed from inside, breaking whatever silent feelings were passing between the two of you. You both scrambled inside.
"Everything alright?" Jamie asked just as you were about to.
"Jess, cut herself," Jordie answered as he wrapped more paper towels around her thumb as the blood seemed to soak through the ones she had on currently.
"Here, let me take a look." It was a pretty deep cut, but also clean. "You're going to need a couple stitches. I have my bag in my car if you don't want to go to the emergency room."
"I can't go to the emergency room. There's no time." She looked at you with pleading eyes. "Is it going to hurt though?"
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "Don't worry, I'll numb you first, not just pull out a needle and thread." Jessi laughed a little with you, some of the tension leaving her face. "I'll be right back." It took about a minute to run out and grab your medical bag. Considering that you would be stitching up hockey players on a pretty regular basis, you had all the necessary equipment to throw a couple on Jessi's thumb. You moved her over to the small table in the kitchen that was cleared off and cleaned her cut thoroughly before numbing the area so she wouldn't feel a thing and getting to work. "How did you cut your thumb? A finger I can see, but your thumb?" You didn't really need to know though you wanted to take her mind off of things, as she was staring at you intently along with Jamie and Jordie.
"I was washing the last few things and didn't realize I'd left a knife in the water." By the time she answered you, you had all three stitches in. "Wait, you're done already? How did you do that so fast?"
"Practice, plus I sort of need to be fast to get these two back on the ice."
"I've never had anyone stitch me that quick before," Jordie commented as you wrapped up Jessi's thumb. You chanced a look at Jamie, whose warm brown eyes were even wider than normal watching you.
"You're good to go, though you're done in the kitchen for the night. Keep that dry for forty-eight hours if possible. You'll need to keep them in for about a week to ten days. Your doctor can take them out for you if you want, or I can just pop over some night if you want."
"Could you? I mean that would be great and so much easier with getting things ready to go to Vancouver, though you have to promise to come over before that. I owe you more than just dinner tonight." It was then that you realized no one else had shown up yet and you were beginning to wonder if Jamie had forced these two to invite you over for other reasons.
"You don't owe me anything," you commented cleaning up the table and putting things back in your med bag. "Though I feel like I must have got the time wrong. Was I early?"
"No, not at all. I wanted you to come early," Jessi answered. "I was hoping we could get to know each other better, though I didn't think that we would bond over you stitching me up." You both chuckled at that. "I'm definitely glad you were here though."
"Well, since I'm here, put me to work. What else needs to be done before people get here?" Jessi sent Jordie and Jamie out to man the grill, as you finished helping her get all the side dishes ready. Almost everything was ready, there were just a few last-minute things that you were able to do for her. The two of you developed a fast friendship and you were somewhat disappointed that she would be leaving in a few short weeks, though she assured you most of the girls on the team were sweethearts and that you'd probably get along with them. She was in the middle of telling you about Tyler's latest girlfriend when the two walked in, followed by another blonde who you didn't know.
"You can start the party now that I'm here," Tyler stated as he entered the house. This first impression of him told you he was going to be a handful if he ever got an injury. "Hello, gorgeous," he said kissing Jessi on the cheek as he came in. "And you must be the beautiful new doctor I heard a thing or two about." Tyler made his way over to you, kissing your cheek just as he did Jessi's. The boy was obviously a notorious flirt.
"Well, I hope it was all good."
"If it wasn't, I'll throw hands with whoever said anything bad. Well, make that a hand and some fingers since you already had to use your skills on me." Jessi told Tyler, and it was then that you noticed she'd not greeted either Tyler's girlfriend or the woman that came with them.
"Already putting the good doctor to work?"
"Yes, I cut my thumb," you stood there awkwardly awaiting an introduction to either of the women while Tyler and Jessi continued their conversation. "But (Y/N) here stitched me up in seconds literally. You guys are lucky to have her."
"Ah, good with your hands I see," Tyler said with a wink towards you, and you knew your first assessment of him was correct; he was a flirt. "And you make house calls it seems."
"Not to your place," Jamie's booming voice came from the doorway, making you jump a little.
"You're no fun Chubbs," Tyler pouted, while a serious looked crossed Jamie's face. You'd seen it numerous times when he was younger. It was a warning, that someone, this time Tyler, had pushed the issue too far and if it continued, he'd end up paying for it. Part of you wondered if he still had that death glare on the ice.
You were saved from it going any further when the doorbell rang and more people arrived. It ended up being the last five people for the dinner party, Alexander Radulov, Ben Bishop and his wife Andrea, and Jason Dickinson and his girlfriend Alandra. Jessi introduced you to all of them, yet still overlooked Tyler's girlfriend and friend. If she hadn't mentioned before he arrived that it was his girlfriend coming; you would've thought she was just the flavor of the week.
All the guys, and the two nameless women, headed out to the patio, while you, Jessi, Andrea, and Alandra stayed inside. You waited what you thought was an appropriate time, before saying anything. "So, I have to ask…um Tyler's girlfriend and the other one…was there a reason you didn't introduce us?"
"I don't like her," Jessi stated so matter of factly, that your jaw almost dropped. "Her name is Sara and she's only dating Tyler because she after his money." You thought she was done but she kept going. "And if she has her way, her friend will get her hooks into Jamie." You turned to look outside, where you found the other blonde watching Jamie flip steaks on the grill. She was definitely trying to flirt with him, it was obvious even from your view in the kitchen. Your gaze was so locked in on the two that it startled you when Jessi said, "Her name is Caitlyn." The name seemed to fit her. You knew nothing about her, yet you found yourself disliking her just for her name alone. Well, that and how she just nonchalantly stroked Jamie's bicep just now. "And I think it's time we see how those steaks are coming."
Jessi grabbed your hand and led you outside, along with Andrea and Alandra. "Hey babe, we're almost ready here," Jordie told you all. "How about you guys?"
"Just need to fix a few things on the table and we'll be good. I'll be right back." She ran inside, leaving you to seethe over the blonde Caitlyn flirting with Jamie. You closed your eyes blinking hard. Why did you care if she had her sights set on him? It would serve him right to get a taste of his own medicine, wouldn't it? You inhaled deeply. You weren't that person anymore, there was no reason to get back at Jamie Benn. You'd done that in high school, or at least your sixteen-year-old summation of getting back at him had, and look what it got you. Nothing, that's what. While you'd never fully trust Jamie again, you didn't wish him ill will; you were past that.
"You should really go save him, you know?" Andrea Bishop whispered softly to you, and you quirked your brow at her. "Jess told us you grew up with Jordie and Jamie. She'll probably back off if you go talk to him instead of us."
"Oh, I don't know."
"I'm sure he'll be extremely grateful." Did it matter if he was? Of course, you wanted your relationship, or at least your working relationship, to be amicable but did it need to be anything more? Helping him didn't mean that it had to be, the rational side of you reasoned. You nodded to Andrea, then headed over to Jamie.
"I hope you remember how I like mine done." Oh lord, you didn't mean it to come out like that. It seemed too intimate. Jamie, eyes sought yours as soon as the words left your mouth. "The steaks…I meant the steaks."
His eyes softened and his lips quirked up into that smile. The one that always seemed to melt your heart. "Medium well." He was right, of course. "I haven't forgotten anything that you like." The innuendo hung in the air, which seemed to suddenly grow thick, making it hard to breathe.
"So, like I was saying…" Caitlyn started, but Jamie simply turned towards you and gave you his full attention.
"How's Justin been? I haven't caught up with him in a couple years."
"He's good, married now."
"Jamie, did you know…" Caitlyn tried yet again.
"I heard that he did, to Alyssa Barnhart right? How's she for a sister-in-law?" Alyssa had honestly been a pain in your ass during high school. When you were promoted to captain of the cheerleading squad instead of her she'd made it her mission to make your world a living nightmare.
"She's grown up a lot, thank god. If she was still the same girl she was from high school, I think I would have to disown Justin."
Caitlyn totally abandoned Jamie, after making another attempt at stealing his attention and him blatantly ignoring her. Jamie leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Thank you, I thought I was going to have to light myself on fire to get her away from me." His warm breath tickled your ear and sent goose pimples rising on your flesh.
"Please don't do that. I've already had to use my suture skills tonight. I do not need to be treating third-degree burns for anything." You both laughed at the comment and fell into an easy conversation as he finished grilling, which didn't take him more than five minutes. But it was five minutes that you truly enjoyed in his company, and that was the most disturbing part.
At dinner, you found yourself seated beside him thanks to some suspicious place cards making their way onto the table. Alandra was on your other side, so you were able to get to know her much better. Both she and Andrea went out of their way to make you feel like part of the group and it seemed as though the three of you were going to be great friends, with Jessi bonding you all together.
By the time dessert was served, you found yourself smiling and laughing with Jamie more than you could've ever imagined. "I'm told that this is the best cake in Canada." Jessi declared as Jordie brought in the confection that you made. "I'm dying to taste it. Thank you (Y/N) for bringing this."
You blushed at her praise, for you didn't feel that it was that special of cake to warrant such praise. "It's honestly the best cake I've ever had," Jamie said, and you saw Caitlyn whisper something to Sara and you knew it had to be some devious remark. She was acting like a teenager, but then maybe she still was. You had no idea what her age was.
Jessi went to cut the cake, while Sara stood up from the table at the same time. "Here let me help you," Sara offered, then tipped her wine glass purposely. It was headed straight for the cake, but Jamie quickly scooped it up before the glass could fall, though the wine did go everywhere on the table. You quickly grabbed your napkin before it could spill on Jamie's lap, the action putting your hand right in front of his crotch. Your fingers were a hair's breadth away from touching him and you felt heat infuse your cheeks. Get it together, you told yourself. You're a doctor. It's not like you haven't seen or touched a man's penis before. You tried to regain your composure, then finished wiping up the mess.
"That was close," Jordie called out, and you weren't sure if he was referring to Jamie saving the cake or you almost touching his brother's cock.
"Maybe I should just cut that in the kitchen," Jessi said taking the cake from Jamie and moving to the island.
"I'll help you," you announced, following her so that you could get a little breathing room from Jamie. You could hear the conversation pick back up in the dining room, as you went to help your new friend.
"I loathe that girl," Jessi muttered the moment the two of you were alone.
"Which one?"
"Both," you both burst into a fit of giggles. "If Tyler wasn't like a brother to Jordie and Jamie, there would be no way either girl would be in my house right now." You understood her plight as you'd felt that way when Justin had announced he was dating Alyssa. Thankfully, she'd at least grown-up, whereas these two had a lot more of that left to do. "You know she dumped that glass on purpose because Jamie's paying attention to you and not her friend."
"I'm pretty sure they planned it together."
"True." You sliced another piece of cake as Jessi held out a plate for you to put it on. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What happened between you and Jamie?" It was the last question you expected and something must have shown on your face to say so. "I only ask because you two seem perfect together." You'd thought that too once, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.
"It's complicated," you finally told her.
"Hmm, Jamie said the same thing when I asked him before you came tonight." You cut into the cake with a little more force than necessary. It was sort of symbolic for Jamie had pretty much sliced through your heart all those years ago, though time had seemed to mend some of it; there were still some residual scarring left. "I get it," Jessi said. "But people change (Y/N). They make mistakes and they learn from them. They become better people. I know it's not something you want to hear, but I think Jamie learned a lot from whatever happened. Maybe it's time to bury the past and make a fresh start." She picked up a couple pieces of cake then started to head back to the dining room. "Just food for thought." It was more than just food for thought. It was a seven-course meal and you weren't sure you were even hungry. As if to prove you wrong, your stomach growled then.
#Ruined the series#jamie benn#jamie benn imagine#jamie benn imagines#jamie benn fanfic#Dallas stars imagine#dallas stars imagines#dallas stars fanfic#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#hockey fanfic
117 notes
·
View notes
Text
even so || jimin angst
Summary: Connected by an invisible red thread, Jimin and you were lucky to find each other so early on in your lives. High school sweethearts and soulmates for eternity. It was only until your dream of being a singer shattered your delusions of happiness. Jimin was left lonely and you grew busier as the days went by. Even so, you were still soulmates- shouldn't that be enough?
Genre: angst, fluff, soulmate au, highschool au, idol au
A/N: Imagine Jimin with glasses for this one.
—
When you met Jimin for the first time, it wasn't the breathtaking experience that so many other soulmates claimed to have. In fact, it was quite forgettable. You locked eyes with him on the first day of high school, exchanged contact information, and moved on with your day. You two were only fourteen after all, a strange age to find the love of your life.
Jimin didn't understand the idea of soulmates at all, only knowing that a red string appeared so suddenly, wrapped around his pinky finger, that he had to chase after the other end. He followed its tracks until it led to you. He was elated to see another person clutching the string just as hard as he had, but his expression softened into apprehension after seeing you. He’s never dated before. How was this going to work out?
—
The first date was the most awkward. You were all dressed up while he wore a jacket, T-shirt, and ill-fitting jeans. He thought that you were probably looking down on him, but the way you so genuinely smiled when you first saw him made his heart melt.
You two went out to watch a movie at the mall. It wasn't a very good one and the two of you made no interactions at all, with no pocket money to buy popcorn either. Luckily enough, Jimin had enough coins to play some games with you at the cinema arcade. You were eyeing a particular plushie in the claw machine, a sunflower with a cute little face on it. He spent coin after coin attempting to get it out. When it was down to the last two coins, you asked if you could try.
"I'm not that good though," you muttered.
Not only did you get the sunflower out, you managed to grab the other sunflower next to it. With two plushies in hand, you seemed satisfied. Jimin blushed in absolute embarrassed, ears red and glasses foggy. Chuckling at his uneasiness, you took his wrist and planted one of the sunflowers into his arms.
"This could be our first couple item," you grinned.
Turning you back on him, you walked towards the air hockey table where you proceeded to absolutely obliterate him in that too.
—
Jimin texted you everyday about pretty much anything, even meaningless stuff like running out of toothpaste and not wanting to cut his nails. It was weird broadcasting how his day went to another person, but it felt good to unload his thoughts to someone else besides his video-game addicted friends.
At the same time, you'd text him all about yourself. How you loved to sing and dance, often breaking out in song during your late night calls.
“Hey stop, your neighbors are gonna complain again,” he laughed as you stomped around your room as you facetimed him.
“Screw my neighbors!” you screamed, continuing to sing your heart out to Twice. He laughed his heart out at your silliness. The shy and reserved Park Jimin had gotten used to having you glued to his side.
—
For Jimin, life never felt more at peace when he was walking you home from school late at night, earphone in one ear while you had the other. The red strings that attached the two of you together would look the most vivid when you were in such close proximity like this.
You walked side by side listening to some indie rock band that Jimin was obsessed with lately. He didn't know if you'd like it, but he smiled at the way you swayed along with the lyrics. He took a look at his right hand, brushing against yours every step he took. He wanted to hold it. Jimin didn't know why this thought just suddenly popped up, but he found himself paying attention to your fingers more than usual. Slowly trying to find a right time to wrap his fingers around yours, you beat him to the chase. You clutched his palm in your own.
"It's been like five minutes, I was wondering what was taking you so long," you teased. Jimin scoffed, his face reddening. The two of you stopped walking, opting to just look at each other instead.
He got more embarrassed as you stared him down with that mischievous smile of yours. You swung his hand around and grabbed his left one. At that point, you were just chuckling at how flustered he looked. He was so fun to tease.
The earbud had disconnected from your ear and you could better hear the music coming from the shop near you. It was playing a pop tune, a song you've heard millions of times on the radio. Without thinking, you started humming and playing around with Jimin's fingers. When the chorus hit, you started singing the actual lyrics. All Jimin could do was stare at how immersed you were in your own singing. He watched as you let go of his hands and started jumping around him, dancing along even if the music had started to fade to the next one. After a few more seconds of public embarrassment, you stopped.
Jimin looked at your face and wondered if it was the right time to kiss you then. Shaking that feeling, he just patted your head and called you stupid. Jimin took your hand in his and put the earbud back in your ear. The rest of the walk home was filled with silent giggles and swinging arms.
--
Filling out a math worksheet, Jimin sat on your bedroom floor as he listened to your guitar playing. He tried to get you to study with him, but you begged for a long-deserved break. The first semester final exams were nearing, but you didn't seem to care all that much. Jimin had the sudden urge to just pull you next to him and force you to at least solve one question. But to his avail, the only thing you'd be caught doing tonight is playing some Girls Generation song in acoustic.
A slight tapping at your door ruined both of your focuses.
"Sweetie, can you turn it down. I have a very important phone call right now," your mother said, peaking her head through the open door.
All you did was nod. Your mother took a look at Jimin and gave a fake smile. He threw one back, but your mom had already slammed the door shut before she could see.
Your parents weren't very welcoming people. When he introduced himself as your soulmate, the reaction that came from the both of them were disbelieving.
Most people in their lifetime would never meet their soulmates. Your parents weren't soulmates and his weren't either. In fact, you two were the only soulmates he knew.
Maybe that's why you two never announced it to the world, afraid of the soulmate skeptics claiming that seeing a red string when your soulmate nearby was just a form of hallucination. But Jimin and you both knew that if anyone were to denounce the love you two had for each other, you wouldn't hesitate to punch that person right in the face.
—
Exam season had ended and a two week break came after. It felt refreshing not being in a school uniform all the time. As you dragged Jimin through the busy streets of a nearby shopping street, you couldn't wait to show him a surprise. The guitar case on your back bounced with every step and Jimin wanted to scold you for bringing your instrument around so carelessly. Abruptly stopping at an open space, Jimin noticed the mic stand, keyboard, and amplifiers that were already set up. You were gonna play that night.
You let go of his hand and set the guitar case on the floor. Unzipping it, you took out a sleek blue electric guitar. It looked brand new.
"Spent my whole allowance saving up for this," you said proudly, holding it up for him to touch. "I'm gonna play it tonight."
Jimin smiled at your enthusiasm.
"You're gonna do amazing," he told you, patting your head.
"Of course! Would you expect anything less?"
Almost out of thin air, your band-mates appeared one by one, cheering you on. One guy went to the keyboard and started playing some random scales. Another set down some buckets and started tapping them with drumsticks. A girl whipped her bass out and started plucking. In some weird way, they all had started to riff off with each other. You finally came in after plugging your instrument into the amp. The electric guitar sounded crisp and he couldn't help but clap along to the beat of the music. Moving the mic to meet your mouth, you had started singing a song so familiar to him. It was the one that he showed you. That one song from the indie band. He broke out into a huge smile and sang along with your beautiful voice.
Jimin could've sworn that he was the only audience member, but people started to pile up by the dozens. Now, he only seemed like a tiny speck in such a large crowd. Everyone was entranced by your voice. He was so happy for you in that moment, getting the recognition you finally deserved and having so much fun at the same time.
At that moment when you played your little solo, he wondered what he had done in his past life to deserve you. The thought was interrupted, though, when he met eyes with a professional looking man. He had a mustache and was in a full suit and tie. As if taking notes, he typed something down on his phone and took a video of your performance. Jimin clapped along with everyone else, but couldn't take his eyes off of the strange man. In some weird way, he had a bad feeling about him.
—
It was nearing the end of your first year in high school when you got called out of class to meet a man in a black suit and sunglasses. He was a scout from some big name record label. Encouraging you to audition for his company and handing out his contact info, the man left you in the hallway feeling mildly confused. Your home room teacher who pulled you out, looked disapprovingly.
"Being an idol isn't a stress-free job you know? I wished you put as more effort into your studies than that guitar you lug around," Mrs. Kwon said, malice laced in her voice.
She always found a way to make you feel absolutely horrible about your love for music. Clutching the man's business card, you didn't know what to do. Of course you wanted to be a singer. But an idol? That was a whole different type of commitment that required years of training. You didn’t know if you were cut out for that lifestyle. But something in you wanted to prove Mrs. Kwon and even your parents wrong. Shaking your head, you went back to class.
—
"I just don't know if I should do it," you ranted, swaying aggressively on the swing set.
Jimin sat almost perfectly still on his as he listened to you groan on and on about how much you wanted to put Mrs. Kwon in her place.
"Why don't you just audition? I mean, you like singing," he reasoned.
She shook her head.
"But what if I get laughed at? What if I screw it all up and they ban me from ever trying out again!" you whined.
You looked so adorable, puffing up your cheeks and furrowing your brows. He wanted to squish you up right then and there.
"You act like you haven't performed in front of people before," he replied.
You stopped swinging and looked at the ground, digging your shoes into the sand.
"I don't think I'd be good enough," you muttered.
Jimin clutched the chains of the swing set, getting upset with your lack of confidence.
"You know, the happiest I've ever seen you is when you perform," he said, standing up and crouching down in front of you to see your face.
"And I don't think I'll ever meet a person that sings and dances as well as you," he continued.
You blushed and crinkled your nose at him. You were flustered with the way he was looking at you, his glasses slightly foggy.
"You know, I'm not happiest when I'm singing," you whispered.
Jimin tilted his head, hearing you but not quite.
A little louder you said, "I'm happiest when I'm with you."
And it felt right in that moment to lean into him and kiss his slightly pouted lips. The two of you being inexperienced, there was no movement, but you still felt the magic of it all. After a few seconds of staying still, you took the initiative and curled your fingers around his hair, kissing him a little deeper. Jimin's breath was honestly taken away. He wouldn't have ever imagined his first kiss to be on a children’s swing set in the middle of the night. It felt like a cliche romantic comedy that would play on KBS. You pulled away, breathless.
"You're really pretty," he said after a few seconds of maintaining eye contact.
You chuckled and gave him another peck.
"You are too," you said teasingly. To that, he pretended to shudder and enveloped you in a tight hug.
—
At the age of 16, Jimin could safely say that he was enamored by you. By every movement and every word you spoke, he couldn't help but be infatuated.
You could say the same about him. You loved how smart he sounded when he explained math equations and how eager he was to take you out on dates. It was a literal dream come true of how well the two of you clicked. Although he was more reserved and you were sociable, the connection you two shared was practically unbreakable. Whenever you were nearby he'd toy around with his red string and wonder how lucky he was to find his soulmate when so many people in the world would never have a chance to find their's.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked after he completely zoned out looking into your eyes.
“Nothing,” he blushed. “I just wanted to look at your face.”
You giggled in embarrassment and gave him a quick kiss.
“No time to do that, Ms. Kwon’s gonna kill me if I don’t pass the exam tomorrow,” you said with a strong sense of determination.
He smiled and tucked a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. You sucked at trigonometry.
—
“I got in Jimin. Oh my god I got in!” you wailed, jumping up and down in his room, clutching your phone.
The record label had emailed you a congratulation letter for making it past the three auditions necessary to join as a trainee. Out of thousands of applicants, you had come out on top. Jimin laughed at your enthusiasm and forced you to sit back down.
“I told you didn’t I? That you’d do amazing? In fact, I think you should probably thank me for being such a supportive boyfriend” he teased.
Lunging at him, you peppered him with kisses around his whole face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you repeated, crying tears of joy.
He pulled you into a soft embrace and squeezed you so tightly that it was getting hard for you to breath. He let go briefly.
“Without you I don’t know what I would do,” you cried.
“Without me you’d still be amazing,” he chuckled.
In hindsight, he probably should have said "That's right you can't live without me!"
—
Jimin didn't think you'd start training so soon. Just two weeks after passing your auditions, he stood in front of your house helping you load your luggage into your dad's car.
He didn't have the heart to talk about how anxious he was, especially when you stood by his side with such a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You were excited and he couldn't ruin that for you, not even when the feeling of dread bubbled up in his throat.
"You have to promise me to text me good morning and good night everyday or else," you said scrunching your nose and wagging a finger at him.
He chuckled.
"I think you're gonna be the one having trouble with that," he teased but slightly hurt with his own words. “Being an idol and all that.”
You punched his arm lightly.
"Don't you dare forget about me, alright? I have eyes and ears all around Busan," you teased.
All he did was laugh, but the pain was evident in his eyes. You squished his cheeks and smiled.
"I like you a lot Jimin," you said, blushing a bit.
He smiled back.
"I like you too."
—
Now studying in Seoul instead of Busan, you were adapting to an environment that was very much different from your everyday routine back at home. Seoul was huge and only having gone there once before moving, you felt extremely homesick without your parents or friend to keep you company.
The video calls you had with Jimin were always cut off early by your busy schedule and you're once affectionate and emoji-filled texts became one word responses in fear of being found out by your trainers. It shouldn't be a secret but you knew the consequences of your company finding out.
That's the thing, though. You can't have a soulmate if you're an idol. It was an unwritten rule and one that wasn't talked about because soulmates weren't really that common anyways. You had to find that out the hard way after a phone call with Jimin led to a confrontation with your roommate Hangyeol.
"You need to break up with him, [Y/N]. Dating will ruin your chances of debuting if they find out," she said, offering advice.
You chuckled.
"I can't do that. We're meant to be, you know?" you said, not really taking her words seriously at first.
"That's sweet, but you know you're still in high school," she started. "There's plenty of fish in the sea, especially after debuting. There’s so many cute guys out there."
"Well he's the only fish for me," you said, eliciting an amused eye-roll from Hangyeol.
"You're too young to be making that decision already, dummy," she said, poking you on the nose.
"No, I mean it," you said seriously, getting slightly irritated with her insistence. "We're soulmates. Red string and all."
You said this casually but Hangyeol's expression darkened so quickly you thought you had insulted her somehow.
"Don't ever say that again," she said seriously, moving closer to you.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Keep your voice quiet or else the others will hear," she said in a low whisper.
She grabbed your wrist and pulled you close.
"You're scaring me, Hangyeol."
"You can't be revealing stuff like that so easily, [Y/N]. Idols can't have what you have," she said, clearly dodging the word soulmate. "You'll get kicked out if they find out. Remember that."
She took a step back from you and you could only give a tiny nod.
"C-can I ask why?" you stuttered.
"When we become idols, our fans will always be the first priority," she said strictly. "We can't have room for anyone else."
Somehow, as she walked away, your lips started quivering. You had to take a step outside of the dorm to let yourself cry your eyes out. That was another unspoken rule.
Don't show that you are hurting or else they'll ask why.
—
The distance was killing him. Classes were boring without you being his distraction, playing video games weren’t the same without you trying to steal the mouse from him every once in a while, and waking up to his alarm rather than multiple notifications from you made his heat ache.
It hurt like hell to see your band perform without you during the end-of-the-year school festival and it hurt even more when he started senior year without you sitting next to him during the welcome ceremony. His world felt less vivid without you and he wondered how he even lived without you by his side in the first place.
He never saw his red thread anymore, either. No matter how many times he wished you’d appear in front of him and spontaneously to engulf him into a warm hug, you would still be in Seoul and he would still be in Busan. You weren’t of much help to alleviate his feelings of abandonment either. He was right to doubt that you’d keep up your end of the promise.
Sometimes you wouldn't respond to Jimin's texts for days and all the feelings he'd bottled up had nowhere to go. He found himself writing letters addressed to you, but the piece of paper was meant for written rants and insecurities for his eyes only. Sometimes he wonders if he should ship it off to your company just to see your reaction, but he didn't have the guts to even try it. Even now he doubts if you’d reply back.
He checks his phone again to see a voice memo from you.
"Hey, I miss you so much. I'm visiting for Christmas so let's meet up then."
He wondered why you couldn't have just called to tell him, why you had been whispering so lowly. He ruffled his hair and called your cellphone. Unsurprisingly, itt was automatically forwarded to a voice mail.
Sunflower [4:38 PM]
sorry can't talk right now. im around a lot of people rn
It occurred to him then that you were keeping him a secret.
—
Christmas came too soon in his opinion. He'd have been more enthusiastic to see you if it wasn't for the dreaded intuition of his... that you were deliberately keeping your relationship under wraps.
He was certain it was the case, testing out your responses based on what time of day it was. During weekdays, you barely responded. He’d find himself double-texting and triple-texting without even you reading his messages. At night during weekends, when you were presumably sneaking out of your dorm, you'd have time to chat with him over the phone. But even then those conversations lasted less than five minutes.
You had made it so obvious and yet it took nine months of you being gone for him to realize that this distance was intentional. That he was feeling all lonely by himself.
When he walked to your home on Christmas night, your mother greeted him. He hadn't visited since you left, feeling awkward without you there.
"She's upstairs," she said curtly. He bowed his head out of respect. As he got closer to the staircase, the red thread appeared once again. A surge of happiness overcame him and he was starting to feel excited. He missed how it felt to wrap it around his wrist, reveling in the thread’s vibrant color. He wondered if you felt the same too.
Jimin didn't know what to do if he was being honest. He stood in front of your door, but it didn't feel like he had the right to enter. He knocked until turning the door handle to open just slightly. He opened it wide when he heard no verbal response and he saw you sitting by your window, your back facing him. He coughed lightly to get your attention and you finally turned around.
“Jimin,” you said, smiling softly. There was a lack of excitement in your eyes that he just couldn’t shake off, even with the red thread being there to ease the tension. You looked different.
Your eyes were sullen and your lips chapped. It made his heart ache seeing you so unlike yourself.
Or maybe this is who you are now.
He walked towards you cautiously, afraid you’d break at the sound of his footsteps. Jimin sat on your bed facing you. He didn’t know why, but he was nervous.
“You look tired,” he said worriedly. You chuckled in response.
“Just couldn’t sleep well last night,” you said, feigning a smile. “I really wanted to see you though.”
You took your hand in his, laughing in your head as you felt how sweaty his palms were. You missed this feeling.
“Do you wanna go see the Christmas tree at the outlet?” he asked. “I heard the lights are really pretty this year.”
You realized then that he was nervous because of your lack of response. He missed you as much as you missed him.
“Yes! I feel like we should do some shopping,” you said excitedly. It was the first time since he came that you actually gave a genuine response.
“Alright, get ready then,” he sighed of relief. “I’ll wait outside.”
Jimin moved to stand up, but you stopped him with a kiss on his cheek. He blushed a bright red.
“J-just call me when your’re ready.”
You giggled as he walked out the door. You missed him. So damn much.
—
At the outlet, you spent the whole time together ordering all the food that was restricted of you back in Seoul. You ate pancakes, donuts, ice cream- anything that would satisfy your cravings after a prolonged period of dieting. Jimin found it amusing as you spent most of the time at the outlet looking for food rather than shopping for clothes. You two had yet to exchange Christmas presents and he was getting antsy with the small box he hid in his pocket. He got you a studded sunflower hair clips, custom made by him with some help from his grandmother. It wasn’t all that much but you were never one to expect expensive gifts anyways. He hoped you’d notice the sentiment behind it.
Jimin stopped you in front of the outdoor Christmas tree, taking a few pictures together as the snow fell upon you two. He wished the red threat could have been visible through photographs, but alas you two just looked like an ordinary high school couple. As he browsed through the photos to choose which one to make his lock screen, you took out your own present for him.
“Jimin, Merry Christmas,” you said, pushing the small envelope toward him. He saw a glimmer of sadness in your eyes that made him shudder.
“Wait let me take out your present,” he said, pulling out the box and placing it in your hands.
“You open first, Jimin.”
He nodded, peeling the sticker off of the envelope and pulling out a red string bracelet, similar in color to the thread around his pinky finger.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, smiling from ear to ear. After pulling one of your jacket sleeves up, you pointed at your own wrist.
“It’s a couple item, okay? So don’t lose it,” you teased.
He ripped the tag off the bracelet and put it on his wrist.
“Of course. Now open yours!”
You smiled, but it was the kind that didn’t really reach your eyes. You opened the box and you swore you could cry at that moment.
Sunflower.
Your favorite.
“I made it myself,” he said, satisfied with the reaction you gave him.
“I love it so much, Jimin,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Put it on. I wanna see you wear it,” he insisted. All you could do was shake your head.
You sniffled and furrowed your brows. You hated that you had to say it, but you needed to. You really did.
“Jimin I have to tell you something,” you said, trying to sound calm but ultimately failing. The same feeling of dread that he felt when he first walked into your room earlier that day engulfed him.
“What?” he whispered softly.
“I... I...” you stuttered, tears ready to spill out any moment.
“Relax, [Y/N]. Take a deep breath,” he said.
You did but it only helped temporarily.
“I’m so stupid, I didn’t read the contract and I thought everything would be fine, but... but,” you said, struggling to finish your sentence.
He was patient, patting your back as you cried into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured.
You looked into his eyes and it felt like right then and there that you’d be sentenced to life in hell.
“Jimin, I can’t be with you anymore. They won’t let me.”
A freezing sensation overcame Jimin’s body. He pulled away from you slightly.
“What do you mean?”
“They told me I’ll only get to debut if I break up with you,” you said, wishing for his warmth back. “I tried to keep it a secret for so long, but they found out after I got caught sneaking out of the dorm.”
So my suspicions were right, Jimin thought.
“We’re soulmates, [Y/N]. We need to be together,” he pleaded.
You could only bow your head down in shame. “I know, but just for now. Just until things start to work out for me and I can finally get them to understand. I promise Jimin, I just need time.”
“How long would that take?” he asked, doubt consuming his mind.
You sighed, putting you attention on the ground covered with snow.
“I- I don’t know. I just worked so hard to get to where I am now,” you cried. “They acknowledge me now, Jimin. They think I have what it takes. I really, really want to debut.”
You looked back up to him as he took you back into his arms gently. He whsipered into your hair.
“And you will. I swear you will.”
You sighed in relief.
“Promise you’ll wait for me? That even if we don’t talk, you’ll still want to be with me?” you asked as you looked into his eyes, searching for comfort.
He wanted to say yes so badly. Looking into those tear-stained eyes with exhaustion written all over them, looking at your beautiful lips and how much he wished that he could kiss them.
But it occurred to him in that moment that it wasn’t going to be as easy as you said it would be. That it’d probably take years and looking back at the measly nine months he spent without you made his heart clench at just the thought of it. The endless pit of loneliness, the feeling of being ripped from something he knew he should’ve been a part of him. He remembered the countless letters he wrote addressed to no one in particular and how he cried almost daily at the thought of you forgetting about his existence. If he had to endure that pain any longer he’s sure he’d go crazy. If he had to watch you debut and live your life without him... it would just be too much for his heart to handle. Even as you looked at him so intently, he couldn’t find it in himself to agree.
“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he said softly. “I don’t think I can promise that.”
He pulled your hands that wrapped around him and took a step back. Your mind was spinning.
“What do you mean Jimin?” you asked, fear laced in your words.
“I don’t think I can wait for you,” he said as calmly as he could. “I don’t think I could handle anymore waiting.”
“But you said it yourself Jimin,” you cried. “We’re soulmates. We need each other.”
He nodded sadly.
“We are, but your moving on to better things in life,” he said. “You want to debut and I’m holding you back from doing that. I’d probably ruin your career if we reveal ourselves later too. You don’t need a soulmate to be happy [Y/N]. Look around us, everyone’s doing just fine.”
He was levelheaded, but in the inside he wanted to punch himself twenty times over at how he was handling this. But it was true in a way as you looked around the courtyard filled with happy couples and cute children. How many of these people were soulmates? Probably none. You could spend the rest of your life not knowing your soulmate and still fall in love and still achieve great things. But if you’ve already met the one, how could you possibly forget him?
“Jimin, please,” you said, attempting to reach out to his face. He stepped back and avoided eye contact.
“I’m sorry [Y/N], but I can’t.”
Jimin turned around without another glance towards you and started to walk away. He couldn’t see your face because if he did, he knew it would hurt both you and him more. You needed to stop him, you needed him back in your arms, but your feet refused to move- like you were stopping yourself from getting to him. You needed to say something at least, something to get him to come back.
“Jimin, I love you,” you said, tears once again cascading down your face. You didn’t think the first time you’d say those words would be when you two break up, but it was happening now and there was no going back.
He stopped momentarily, breaking down without you knowing. He wiped the tears from his eyes and composed himself.
“I love you too.”
The red thread that connected you two slowly faded away until you were there, left in front of a glowing Christmas tree and a sunflower hair clip in your hand. Curling yourself into a fetal-like position on the snow-covered concrete, you cried and cried.
But still, people walked around you, not really paying any attention. Still happy and still thriving. Without a soulmate by their side.
—
AN: I don’t know if I wanna make a pt. 2 for this, I’m kind of satisfied with the ending :3 Hope y’all enjoyed and please let me know your thoughts on this! I love the feedback you guys give me ehehe. Requests are open by the way! I’ll accept requests for BTS, Seventeen, NCT (all units), etc. Just let me know which group and I’ll see if I can write about it. Thank you guys, I’m very grateful to my readers! If I do make a pt. 2, ask to be a part of the taglist :D
#bangtan angst#bangtan boys#bts#bts angst#kpop angst#kpop#bangtan scenarios#bts scenarios#angst#bts jimin#bts fic#bts reaction#bts fluff#fluff#bts reactions#jimin au#soulmate jimin#soulmate#park jimin#jimin#jimin angst#jimin x you#jimin x reader#bts fanfiction#bts fanfic#bangtan#bts scenario#jimin fic#slow burn#bts series
184 notes
·
View notes
Text
Notes From Her - The Middle
Notes From Her - The Beginning
It was the big debut. Mat’s first NHL game as an Islander in the city of Washington. She had flew in the morning of, catching him in a warm hug after she rushed through the airport crowd.
“Excited for tonight?” She asked, beaming smile on her face, when she pulled back from their kiss. He studied her for a bit, trying to understand how he was feeling. Her smile fell short, confusion spreading through her eyes. With her small hands she gently held his cheeks.
“I’m nervous, excited but I’m so nervous. What if I get cold feet?” She shook he head at his response, smiling softly as she kissed him again.
“You won’t. And it’s completely alright to feel how you’re feeling. Just remember that you’ve worked hard, and you’re here tonight for a reason.” He nodded, reassurance spreading throughout him, and nuzzled his neck into the fabric of her blue university sweatshirt.
“I’m glad you’re here” she chuckled, squeezing her arms around him. “I wouldn’t miss for the world Barzy.”
Night fell soon, and the anticipation was high. Alongside his family outside the locker room, holding onto his sisters hand, she stood with a proud smile on her face, adorned in her very own Barzal jersey. He arrived in his game day suit, hair styled neatly, and the slightest nervous grin. Making his grounds he greeted down the line, starting with his mother and ending with her.
“Good luck tonight” she whispered into his ear as he pulled her in for a hug. They parted, Mat smiling at how unreal this seemed. Here she was, dressed in his jersey, cheeks rosy red like the morning of the first game she watched him play. “Thanks babe.”
. . .
“October 15 2016. Your big NHL debut. This one is for the books. I’ll be cheering loud! Proud of you Barzy. Have a great game, I love you!”
“Anything you wanna share Barzal? Smiling pretty big there.” Captain Tavares chuckled behind his new teammate. Here was Mat, dressed in his alternative Islanders jersey, wearing his name and number proudly. Tavares patted his shoulder, smiling at him, glancing into the note in his hands.
“Your girl out there earlier?” Mar nodded, cheeks flushed, tucking the note into his coat pocket. “Let’s give her a good game then huh?”
. . .
“Oh my goodness. Is that Sidney Crosby?!” She squeezed his arm her voice high and her tone surprised. He followed her bewildered eyes to the podium where the Sidney Crosby himself was answering questions from the media. Mat chuckled, turning to meet his girlfriends gaze. “Yup” it was so nonchalant, as he nodded his head, staring at him in disbelief.
“Wow” she whispered, as he continued to guide her through All Star Media Day. Camera flashed everywhere and the auditorium was packed. Mat was currently making his way towards his podium where he’d be answering his own set of questions, but he’d managed to find some time in between the cameras and questions to steal her from the other wives and girlfriends and give her a personal tour.
Although this was his first All Star Weekend and he truly was honoured, she seemed to be far more amazed. Her eyes traveled throughout the auditorium, her face lighting up everytime she saw a player she’d watched over the years. Not on for cameras and lights she stuck close to his side, stepping back as he was stopped for interviews and watching proudly from behind the scenes.
The next morning she woke up next to him in the hotel bed. “Good morning All Star” her whispered greeting was warm, and her pulled her towards him, her nose pressing into his chest. Her lashes fluttered against his skin, and her grazed over his side. The San Jose sun beamed down on them from the large windows, painting them in gold.
His brand new suit hung across from them against the wall, and within in an hour a team would arrive to help him suit up. He had a red carpet to walk, and then it would be time for the Skills Competition. One she’d been looking most forward to.
Their solitude cut short, she poked his side. “We should get up” she mumbled, pulling herself away from him. Lifting her body off the mattes she towered abov him, her right arm holding up her weight. Her hair fell to one side of her face, strands resting against his broad shoulder. Mat smiled underneath her, his hair messy atop his head, his face freshly shaven. “We got an hour” he stared, his morning voice sending a surge through her veins, as he pulled on the collar of the shirt she wore to bed, one of many Islanders shirt that were far to big for her.
She shook her head teasingly. “Nope. No distractions.” And with a cheeky smile she lifted herself up, laughing as he protested. “Let’s go All Star!”
“Please tell Sidney Crosby I say hello! Have fun Barzy! Show McDavid what you’ve got!” Followed by a smiley face and a heart he chuckled to himself, as he got off the red carpet. She was waiting back in the locker rooms, adorned in his jersey while she chatted with another girlfriend.
He greeted her with a kiss, wrapping her hand in hers. “So I want you to meet someone” he guided her furthur into the locker room, towards the one and only. “Oh no I don’t think I should ...” her cheeks flushed as she protested.
“Sid! Hey, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. You’re her second favourite hockey player.” Mat teased and joked with Sidney.
. . .
“I’m so sorry the team didn’t make it. But the effort and time it took to get where you are today as a team will not go unoticed. I love you.” A sad and heavy sigh escaped his lips. The Islanders were officially out of the Tsanley Cuo Playoffs, after a devestating loss to the Carolina Hurricane. The trip home has been tough. The season was over for him and the team.
He’d called her after the tough loss and as soon as he was on the bus home. T he wives and girlfriends had met up to watch the away game together, decked out their boys jerseys. The loss was heart breaking, watching as their men fell apart, the looks on their faces of disappoint. Knowing very well they wouldn’t be able to answer their phones the girls agreed to give the boys time, before all heading back to respective home, awaiting the arrival of what would be a devestated hockey player.
It was late when he arrived. Her textbooks were still sprawled across the kitchen table, the light above it still on. She could finally get back to the books. His fingers trailed over the thing pages aimlessly. She was always such a good sport. Combating an intensive and hard program in university while simultaneously going through this hectic journey with him, and working herself. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but she did and after the loss today he felt guilty of all she’d gone through this year with him, only to lose. A win was what they owed to their fans and loved ones.
He trailed into their bedroom. He could hear the bathroom tap running, the bathroom door closed halfway. He waited patiently by their bedroom door. He was tired, bruised and in need of rest. His mind felt foggy and his chest heavy. He hadn’t noticed when the bathroom door swung open and she appeared. He missed her surprised gasp, and then the gentle latter of her feet towards him.
“Mathew?” Her voice was gentle. His eyes met with her soft and comforting ones, her smile sad yet warming. The bedroom lamps cast a yellow golden hue in the bedroom, hitting off the walls and leaving her exposed skin glowing. Dressed in her blue cami pajama’s and an old grey zipped sweater. Her hair was held back in a loose ponytail.
“Barzy” she whispered, finally reaching for him and wrapping him in a tight hug. She held him for a few minutes, and he held onto her. Her fingers grazed through his hair. “It’s gonna be okay” he couldn’t help but let a few tears fall from his eyes, holding her closer.
“I’m sorry love. I’m so sorry.” She wiped his cheeks with her thumbs, “I missed you” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. “I missed you too.” She rubbed his arms lovingly, but underneath her touch he was still tense
“Let’s get you ready for bed. You need to rest up.” He felt numb as he nodded, letting her guide him towards the bathroom. She motioned first him to sit on the vanity, while he watched her prepare the tub with a warm bath, filling it with soothing salts and oils. He laid out his razor, ready to shave off the outcome of what his playoff beard was.
Finishing up with the tub she turned back to him. “Are you sure?” She asked, eyes falling to the razor. “I’m sure” he stated, and without a another word she set to work. Her hands helped him out of his suit jacket, her fingers working through his tie, and then undoing all the buttons of his shirt. He watched her as her face focused on the sole task of helping him relax and somehow feel better.
His legs tightened around her body as he position herself between them. With time and attention to detail she began to complete the task of shaving his playoff beard. Once done and clean shaven, she smiled softly, holding onto his jaw as she pulled him close, and pressed her lips against his. He melted into her, holding onto her waist. Her hands trailed down his bare arms, and Mat groaned softly when she pulled away.
“I’ll see you in bed when you’re ready.” She motioned to the bath, and with a final peck to his cheek he watched as she left the bathroom.
30 minutes later and much less tense Mat arrived out of the bathroom. Clean shaven, smelling like musk and lavender. A familiar pairs of grey sweatpants hang off his waist, his chest exposed and brown hair messy atop his head after his shower. She smiled as she put her book down, laying on her side of the bed, her hair down and the grey sweater on the nightstand next to her. She’d fluffed his pillows and prepared his side.
“Come here” he followed suit, laying in between her legs and placing his chest underneath her neck. He breathed in her scent. Let himself loose as she held him. His arms wrapped around her waist. They stayed that way for a while, her holding him. As her fingers began to massage his scalp, and her heartbeat settled into his ear he spoke.
“I feel like I let everyone down.” Her fingers paused for a second. An then start abruptly. Mat knew this was her cue to let him finish. “I let down Coach, the team, the fans, my parents, and ... you” his voice cracked. She sighed, shaking her head.
“Mathew” her fingers trailed to his back, where she gently rested her palms. He shuffled beneath her, turning to his side and falling next to her. He searched her eyes for answers. She lay next to him, close as she could and rested her hand against his cheek.
She smiled softly, rubbing soothing circles against cheek. “You didn’t let me down. Please don’t think you let me down” he relaxed against her body, wrapping his arm around her waist. “And the fans will always be fans. It’s a loss for them too but at the end of the day you boys made it this far and for fair reason. Regardless of the end the season was successful enough to bring you into playoffs. There’s always plenty more Stanley Cup Playoffs.”
She paused, letting her words settle in him. “You’re team is going through the same thing you are. It’s a team effort to play this game. You can’t take all the blame and you can’t play the game alone. And your parents. Mat they are proud of every one of your achievements. You haven’t let anyone down”
Her words settled in, as he thought over them. “I know this is tough, and I know it hurts. I can’t imagine what this is like to be on your end. But I can assure you no matter what, you never let me down.” She pulled him in silently then, letting him relax against her and his eyes began to drift to sleep overtime.
“Thank you babe. I love you.” He whispered to her in the silence. “Of course. I’ll be here every win and every loss. I love you too Barzal, I love you too”
. . .
“Good luck tonight!” Mat chuckled at the note she’d tucked away in his suitcase. She appeared through the hotel room door, shutting it behind her and catching his attention. “I see you’ve received my note” she teased. When he looked up he was speechless.
“You look beautiful” he wrapped his arms around her a tight hug, before kissing her cheek. Her hair had been styled in waves and was placed perfectly to one side. She was radiating in a beautiful baby pink dress. She blushed, thanking him. “And you look dashing yourself” she pointed out, letting her eyes travel all over his figure, decked out in his special NHL Awards suit.
She’d skipped out on the red carpet with his family, waiting inside the large Las Vegas Luxor Hotel and Casino. Now as they settled into their seats, the anticipation grew. Mat was nominated for the Calder trophy, and his entourage was sure he would in it. Mat’s parents and sister rose from their seats, smiling at the couple. “Gonna go say hello to some of the other parents! Be back soon.” his mom announced, smiling as she walked away with his father, arms linked.
Mat sighed, beginning to get nervous. “Hey” she wrapped her hand in his, patting it gently. “It's going to be fine.” He leaned into her, nodding his head. “It’s a huge honor to even be nominated for this, let alone winning. You’ve worked hard and proved your worth. You have a real big shot at this.” her voice was comforting, her smile rewarding.
And within a few minutes the award ceremony had begun. Over time more awards were given and more time was passing. By the minute Mat was beginning to get more anxious, and then they announced the next award they would be presenting. His mother patted his shoulder in reassurance, his father smiling at him. His sister sitting two seats down gave him a quick glance, biting at her lip hoping her brother would win this award. He turned to look at her next to him for a split second, sighing in relief when she smiled, nodding towards the stage. He reached for her hand, squeezing it in nervousness, and then they were ready to announce the winner.
“The Calder Trophy winner is … Mathew Barzal!”
“Congratulations!” she whispered into his ear after he hugged his parents, wrapping her in a hug, a proud smile on her face, and he kissed her on the cheek before making his way to accept his award.
. . .
“I can’t believe Summer is almost over” the stars above them painted pictures in the dark sky. Down below they lay atop a pile of bedsheets in his old pickup truck, the hood of the trunk open and their shoulders pressed against each other’s. They’re hands interlocked between them.
“I know” he replied, turning his head to look at her. Illuminated by the silver scatters above, her cheeks still had their natural rosy tinge, lashes long and bright and her pink lipgloss faint from being worn all day. The pretty sundress rested atop her body, the straps thon atop her collar bone and the green dress with the white flowers brought out the glow of her skin.
After hockey season had ended and her Spring semester exams had been completed, the couple had set back to Coquitlam for the Summer holidays. With no hockey for him and no school for her, they’d agreed that the Summer would be spent back home. And now months later the arrival of school and hockey was soon coming upon them. The leaves were beginning to change colour and the Summer breeze that wrapped them at night was becoming colder day by day.
Summer was filled with time well spent with family, friends and one another. From lake days to backyard bbqs. The cliche parties with friends from the past. Drive ins and trips to the best tourist spots in Vancitt they knew by heart. Road trips and endless combination of milkshakes and fries at their favourite diner. Of course Mat took our time everyday to train for the season, and volunteered through plenty of hockey organizations to get back to the community. And she was volunteering at a local hospital, to gain more experience and knowledge of the career she was pursuing.
Needless to say the thought of heading back to New York was bittersweet.
“We should head home” she announced, turning on her side to face him. They packed up their makeshift mattress and settled back into the truck. Deciding to head back to her childhood house, having it all to themselves with her family out of town. Mat followed her upstairs to her old room, although he could easily navigate through this place with his eyes closed. As they approached the top of the staircase, Mat began to think of all the times he’d climbed her balcony back when they were younger. She’d left him a note one night, reminding him that her father could and would hear everything. Surprinsgly he never got caught.
Her old bedroom hadn’t changed much, most of her art and pictures still hanging on the walls, things she hadn’t taken with her to New York, having the peace of mind that this bedroom would still feel like hers when she came home. She parted from his grasp to close her balcony door curtains and Mat caught sight of an old picture of the two on her night stand. It was from the Workd Juniors, they’re smiles big, a Canada toque on her head and his jersey around her. She held him close and he held her. He turned the frame over in his hands, chuckling as he read the tiny note she’d taped to the back.
“World Juniors 2017. Good luck tonight! I love you!”
“I never got this one.” She settled next to him on the bed, resting her head atop his shoulder. She chuckled at the tiny note, remembering she had never given the note to him. “That’s because when I tried to be as smooth as possible and sneak it into your coat pocket, and it just didn’t go well.” They laughed at the thought. She gently peeled off the note from the back, placing the frame back in its spot.
“You can have it now if you’d like.” Holding out the note for him with a mischief look in her eyes. Mat studies her for a second, before shaking his head no with a smirk on his face. She withdrew her hand, shrugging and then getting up to place the note back on the frame.
“However” his voice rose in the air and with surprise he pulled her into his chest, holding her firmly while pressing his lips against her neck. “To make up for the missing note I have an idea.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she shook her head teasingly with a smile. “That’s a little unfair. Over a little note Barzy” She teased, her clumsy fingers aging with the strings of his hoodie. She bit into her lip as she waited for him to make his move, her eyes yearning for his offer.
“You be the judge of that. I’ll stop when you tell me to” with a smirk acros his pink lips he pressed his lips against her. She kissed back instantly, pulling him onto the bed above her. “I’ve made my decision. I’ll make it up to you.” She whispered against his lips, before he swept her away for a while, skin to skin and lips to lips.
. . .
“Don't forget to come find me when it’s nearing midnight!” He’d been pocketing the note all night after a few girls had dragged her away from him. She’d arrived with him from the rink after their win, making a quick stop home to change for the party. Presuming that she’d be split from him seconds upon arrival, she’d snuck a note into his blazer pocket before kissing him on the cheek. New Years Eve in Times Square was grand, but this year the team had decided to celebrate together, as many of those who could, along with other friends. They’d rented out a cabin in New York to get away from the business of the city. And now as the clock approached midnight and the party guests began to get excited, the music began to die down and Mat searched for her in this over crowded cabin.
He made his way up the stairs that lead to the balcony. There were only a few minutes left before the count down began. In relief he found her on the balcony, looking out at the fireworks that someone had already started to explode into the night sky, before it even approached midnight. “There you are!” he exclaimed, closing her off between the balcony and him, his arms cascading around her and hands resting on the balcony rails. She smiled, giggling at his remark.
“It’s freezing up here. Aren't you cold?” he wondered, pulling his blazer off and wrapping it around her bare arms. She protested, but he shrugged her off, already wearing a sweater underneath and fairly warm. She looked remarkably pretty in her long black dress, that was sparky and scattered with white stars. Her heels gave her a light advantage to her usual height, but still not enough, that he leaned down to bump noses with her. “I know” she mumbled, pausing as the countdown began down below them. “It was the only way to get alone.”
“5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1!” Down below them their friends cheered loudly, fireworks erupted all around them far and near. And Mat pulled her against him, kissing her so passionately. The taste of cherry Chapstick and faint traces of liquor merged together, and she smiled against his lips. Her arms snaked through the large blazer, her small hands resting against his sides. Pulling back after a while she sighed, her long lashes fanning over her cheeks as she closed her eyes for a second, content and processing everything.
“Happy New Year” she mumbled, before leaning in for another kiss. He chuckled, “Happy New Year babe.”
Notes From Her - The Future
#mat barzal#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal imagines#mathew barzal#mathew barzal imagine#nhl#hockey imagines#new york islanders#isles#barzal
167 notes
·
View notes
Text
LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 3
“𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦." ━ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐤
gif credit (x)
series masterlist
requested: yes | no
warnings: nothing i don’t think.
word count: 4,960 [oof hello]
authors note: ok so this turned out a lot better than i thought it was going to be, but it’s still like a filler ch really. i tried to put as much fluff stuff that i could but i swear from here on out, no more filler chs lol. also, idk how professional teams travel to the airport and stuff, so plz don’t come at me for that. i only know how college teams travel. if you haven’t read the first two parts, you can read there here and here! anyway, i hope you enjoy part three!
"Baby Benn, you've gotta get up."
You groaned, moving your hand around your bed and grabbing the nearest pillow, pressing it down over the back of your head to mute the noise around you.
"That's it, I'm resorting to dumping water on her. Do you have a cup?"
"If you dump water on her, that's a for sure way to get her to hate you, J." That was Kennedy and the other voice sounded like Big Rig, but your mind wasn't fully awake to identify it yet.
"Dump water on me and I'll castrate you." You mumbled, tossing the pillow aside and instead, pulling your covers over the top of your head. "Now shut up and let me sleep."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Y/N," Kennedy replied, shuffling around the room. "I'll finish packing whatever she started last night, and you get her up."
"How am I supposed to do that? I don't want to be castrated and water is the only way I know that will work!"
You heard Kennedy sigh as she shuffled around the room. "How about telling her that you brought her coffee?"
You threw back the blanket off of your head and rubbed your eyes before sitting up and staring at Big Rig and Kennedy who were standing by your bed. "Coffee?"
Kennedy smiled at him and patted his chest. "Works every time. Now get her dressed."
Big Rig watched helplessly as Kennedy went off towards your drawers with your backpack in hand. He turned to you and smiled, shoving the dunkin' iced coffee towards you. "I got you coffee."
You took it cautiously, staring at the label and seeing that it was your usual order, which meant either he's paid attention to your coffee order or Kennedy told him what to get. "What are you doing here?"
"I was dropping Kennedy off and now I'm taking you to the airport."
"Why were you dropping her– oh!" You stared at the two of them, Kennedy keeping her back to you as she finished up packing your backpack and Big Rig rubbing the back of his neck as his face turned red. "well, thanks for at least letting me have the room when you brought me home."
"We didn't bring you, home babe, this is the first I've stepped foot here since
we left yesterday."
"Then who–"
"That would be Segs and you need to get dressed, now." Big Rig said, taking the coffee from your hands as Kennedy shoved some jeans and your Dallas Stars polo into your arms.
"Wait...Tyler dropped me–"
"Dressed, now! You need to get on a plane soon." Kennedy replied, pulling you out of your bed and ushering you towards the bathroom. "If you're not dressed and ready in five, you're going naked," and then she shut the door.
You stood there still half asleep and holding your uniform in your hands while your mind was still stuck on the fact that Tyler drove you home. But he had been drinking, so maybe he bought you an uber back to the dorm with someone? No, that wouldn't make sense. The only person you knew at the party that had any relation to SMU was Cole. And with the way Tyler felt about Cole, you highly doubt he'd put you in an uber with him. Well if it was Tyler who brought you back to your dorm, at least he let you sleep as you were, which you had to admit...sleeping in his jersey was the comfiest thing you could manage to remember from last night. After you changed out of your costume and into your jeans and polo, you folded Tyler's jersey up just as Kennedy knocked on the door.
"Are you dressed or are you giving the Stars a show on the plane?"
You held onto the jersey and spandex, opening the door and giving her a sleepy glare. "One, my brother is on that plane and that's gross. And two, could you please stop being so loud. I'm tired and hungover."
You placed the jersey onto your bed and Big Rig looked at it with a smile. "So, what's the story about that?"
You smiled, "well it's a sexy one actually," you snatched your coffee out of his hands and took a sip. "Kidding. But do you know a place I can get it washed before I give it back?"
"Sure why not, but we need to go now before we get left behind."
Kennedy handed you your backpack and placed her hands on your shoulders. "Do a kickass job today roomie, I love you."
"Love you too, ya nerd." You laughed, shrugging the backpack onto your shoulders. "And thanks for not taking my books out of here."
"Who's the nerd now?" She smiled, turning to Big Rig and suddenly blushing. "I had a lot of fun last night, thanks again."
"I'll text you...on the plane?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck again as she nodded. He leaned down and kissed her cheek before looking at me and clearing his throat. "Alright, plane to catch. Let's go Baby Benn!"
He came up behind you and pushed you out of the door as he followed close behind. "As soon as we get into my car, I'm probably going to break a multitude of speeding laws, so please don't tell your brother."
"I won't tell as long as you spill the beans on Tyler taking me home and whatever happened between you and Kennedy last night."
"Ooh, you really want the details? Kinky."
You elbowed him in the side and he groaned. "Not that, you perv."
He shoved you ahead of him as you guys left your dorm building and headed towards his car parked in an emergency lane. "Well, you've got a deal," he unlocked his car and walked around to the drivers' side, pointing his key at you. "As long as you don't spill your coffee in my car."
"My precious coffee? Never." You gasped, taking another long sip before smiling at him. "Now spill."
❒❒❒❒
It was a miracle that you didn't fall asleep on the car ride to the airport. Big Rig had his heater on blast, along with his seat warmers– making his car feel like one big blanket wrapped around you. Your iced coffee wasn't doing anything to help your body wake up, no matter how long you were trying to make it last for the flight. One good thing that was beneficial from the car ride, was his story with how he and Kennedy ended up becoming closer.
Some point in time after Cole threw his hissy fit at you he had kept his word and went to start a game of beer pong with three other girls. Kennedy was hanging out with your brother and Big Rig when she spotted Cole getting a little too friendly with his teammate, again keeping to his word. Kennedy being the dedicated best friend she is, of course, approached him in her badass manner and went off on him after 'politely', as Big Rig put it, telling the girl to buzz off. He said she was like a chihuahua approaching King Kong and King Kong was terrified. Big Rig didn't come in until Cole had 'accidentally' spilled one of the water cups all over her top and he stepped in to prevent Kennedy from going berserk on him. Your brother, apparently, then told Cole to 'get the fuck out' and before he did, he bumped into Kennedy and Big Rig. In which, Kennedy yelled after him calling him a '40th round, bench-warming draft pick' as he walked out.
Big Rig had apparently helped her into the kitchen and found some paper towels to help her dry off her costume and then commented on her obvious distaste for Cole and shockingly...the two of them bonded over that. Otherwise, their entire night was spent talking about her major, his sister's Olympic experience, dancing, drinking and then well...you. Kennedy again, being Kennedy, had pulled the first move on him, asking him if he wanted to go back to your guys' place and 'not watch Netflix.' When they went to find you to tell you that they were heading out, Tyler was bringing you out from the hallway where you had found his dogs. You were pretty drunk and the two of them offered to take you back to the dorm, but according to Big Rig, Tyler read the situation and told them to go ahead, that he'd get you back to the dorm. Then they went back to his apartment, had leftover pizza, didn't watch some Netflix and the rest was history.
You were ultimately proud of Kennedy for finally finding the hockey player she's always wanted, and you were even more happy that it was Big Rig of all players. He was intimidating at first due to his size, but he was a sweetheart too. And while their personalities were opposite on some spectrums, you knew it would work between the two of them. When you got to the airport and parked his car, the two of you rushed through the set-up security area before walking onto the tarmac and towards the plane. He, being the giant that he is, was painfully many steps ahead of you. You kept trying to catch up so you wouldn't have to walk onto the plane alone and awkward, but your backpack weighed down with your study supplies was not helping in any way.
When the two of you got onto the plane, you were both greeted with smiles and hellos. The seats in the front were filled with the guys who had already seemed to set up camp, whether that be already deep into their Netflix accounts or passed out against the windows. You continued to follow Big Rig down the aisle, seeing your brother sitting beside Rads, shockingly. "So she lives," he laughed, leaning back into his seat and nodding at your coffee. "Is it doing the trick?"
"Not even close," You pouted, stopping beside him. "So where the hell am I supposed to sit?"
He shrugged his shoulders, putting an earphone in. "I don't know, find an empty seat I guess."
"Wow, brother of the year award right there." You replied, flicking his ear and running down the aisle before he could reach back and jab you.
When you regained your focus, you saw that Big Rig was already seated down next to Dickinson and you sighed, trucking on towards the back half of the plane. Resting about five rows from the back, was an empty window seat and you felt yourself get excited and then your eyes landed on the body sitting in the seat beside it. There was Tyler, looking down at his lap with his headphones on his head and completely unattached from the world. You took a deep, calming breath before walking the few steps and coming to a stop next to his seat. He didn't notice your presence and you looked down to see him watching some Christmas movie. You tapped his shoulder and he looked up, smiled and then nudged a headphone off of his ear. "Wow, don't you look like such a happy camper."
"I'm just peachy," you replied, giving him a sarcastic smile before nodding your head at the empty seat. "Can I sit there?"
"Not like you have a choice, seeing that it's one of the only empty ones left," he looked ahead at the front of the plane and then at the seat beside him.
"Come on, Tyler. I'm exhausted, my brain hates me, my coffee isn't doing its job and I need to finish making my study cards so I can study on the flight back."
He held his hands up and laughed. "Alright, alright geez, I'll move." He stood up and let you get to your seat. "Besides, that seat's yours anyway."
"And care to clarify how that is, Seguin?" You replied, taking your backpack off and resting it down by your feet.
"Well, I told you that I'd save you a seat, didn't I?"
You paused, still bent over so you could grab your school stuff and honestly felt like you might just stay that way. You couldn't help but wonder just how Tyler managed to save you a seat. Did he deliberately turn people away by saying he was saving it for you? Did he just say that he wanted the extra room to stretch out and sleep? Who normally sat with him on plane rides? You figured it would have been Jamie or Rads seeing how buddy-buddy the three of them are...but they were upfront and Tyler was back here. "Ma'am, we're getting ready to take off soon. You need to sit upright."
Your cheeks only grew redder as you collected your stuff from your backpack into your arms and sat yourself up avoiding the flight attendant and Tyler's gaze. As she moved on, Tyler failed to continue to stifle his laughter. "Well look at you, Y/N. Someone thinks you're old enough to be a ma'am."
"It's called Southern Hospitality, Tyler. I figured you would've picked some of that up since you've been living here for six years." You spat back, still holding your stuff tight against you as the plane began to move.
He sucked in a breath, looking at you and then your coffee. "Yikes, I guess your coffee must not be doing its job then, huh? What do you even drink anyway?"
"Tyler come on–"
He reached for your coffee and spun it around to read the label. You thought about making a joke about whether or not he had the capability to read since he was holding it so close to his face, but your brain was too tired to even think about coming up with a rebuttal. "Medium, hazelnut iced coffee, with almond milk and two splendas." He looked back up at you and handed you your coffee. "No wonder why you’re tired, this is watered down caffeine."
"I'll have you know that it's very delicious." You replied, tilting the cup back at him.
He looked at it and quickly leaned in, taking a sip from your straw before leaning back just as quick so you couldn't hit him. You watched as his facial expressions resembled those of the kombucha girl video Kennedy showed you two weeks ago. But instead of ending in total disgust, he just crossed his arms and adjusted his headphones. "Okay, it is good."
You smiled in victory and put your coffee back down just when the seatbelt sign turned off. "Gentlemen and...lady, the seatbelt sign is off and you may move about the cabin. Our flight attendants will come around soon and serve you food and drinks of your choice. It's about 36 degrees in Denver right now with a low of 25. Our flight time totals out to be 2 hours, so relax and go Stars!"
"I'm sorry, did he say 36 degrees?" You asked, looking at Tyler.
"It's November and Colorado, what do you expect, Y/N?" He laughed, putting his phone in his lap. "What are you doing?"
You pulled down the tray table in front of you and placed your flashcards container on it, along with your Physiology book. "I have a test on Tuesday and I was supposed to spend all day today in the library making my cards and studying since I don't have class, but I'm traveling with you guys so..."
"You don't have class on Friday?"
"Wednesdays and Fridays, nope." You opened your book to the right page and pulled out your cards. "My mentor loves me and helped me figure out how to keep those free, especially with the internship.
"So if you have Friday's off...why don't you ever come out to the bars with us after the games? You always make it seem like you have more important things to do."
"Well...I have a boyfriend–"
"Barely."
You gave him a look and went back to adjusting your supplies. "And a roommate who may love hockey, but doesn't want to hang around the players 24/7."
He frowned and looked back down at his phone as you unzipped your pencil case. "So what's up with Jamie?"
"I don't know, he's your best friend, why don't you ask him yourself? I'm not my brother's keeper."
"I meant Big Rig," he replied, rolling his eyes. "What's up with you two? Do you...like him?"
"Not you too..." you groaned and looked at him, honestly annoyed since that was the second time you were asked about you and Big Rig. "Cole said the same thing. We're just friends and I think he's more into my roommate anyway, considering he dropped her off this morning...if you catch my drift."
You could see a hint of red on his cheeks as he opens his mouth and then closes it before looking back at his phone. "So no–"
"Nope, no feelings because he's just a friend, Kennedy likes him and that's a violation of girl code." You picked up a card and pointed your pen at him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to work on these cards."
He rested his phone into his lap and leaned over to look at them. "How many do you have to make?"
"48."
"I could help you if you want? Just to make it a bit easier. I'm not doing anything but watching Netflix, anyway."
You looked at Tyler, surprised by his gesture but already knew your answer. "Sorry Seguin, but I've seen your chicken scratch and there's no way I'd get a good grade if I can't read my cards."
He stuck out his bottom lip and put on his best puppy dog eyes. "I could take my time and make them neat?"
You lifted the armrest between you and Tyler and brought your legs up to sit criss-cross on your seat. He didn't even blink an eye, still watching his phone as you burrowed down into your seat and brought your book into your lap, preparing your notecards.
Two hours would be the perfect time to get 48 cards done, no problem.
❒❒❒❒
Two hours was not enough time to finish your notecards, let alone ten. However, two hours was plenty of time to get some extra sleep on the shoulder of your seat buddy. The last thing you remembered was looking through your book, trying to find the definition for a term and then the next thing you knew, Big Rig and Jamie were discussing whether or not to draw a mustache on your face with one of your highlighters. It was embarrassing to know that you had used Tyler as your personal pillow for the entire flight, a fact that you know he'd come back and probably use against you later on as a joke.
From the airport, the team hopped onto a bus and went straight to the arena to settle in. The Avalanche training staff was helpful in regards to giving you guys things if you didn't have them, but luckily you managed to pack just about everything. Though you guys needed an extra heating pad, Dave sent you down to their training room after asking their head trainer if it was okay to borrow one. Needless to say, walking into the Avalanche training room dressed in your Stars polo was a little awkward. Not in the sense that it was enemy territory, but in the fact that it was a pleasant surprise to see some of their players shirtless.
It was also incredibly hard not to slip Andre Burakovsky or Tyson Jost your number.
Your pre-game ritual was always the same. Stretch Big Rig and his shins, give Jamie a hassle for needing a bunch of ibuprofen and help whoever needed help when Craig was busy. Only this time, like the last few games since the first time you did it, taping Tyler's ankles were involved in your routine. You didn't think much of it considering that Craig was busy and Tyler was incapable of taping his own ankles, but when all was said and done and you thought about it– Tyler hasn't had anyone else tape his ankles, but you, since that one game.
At least you didn't think much of it until post-game when Tyler came to get them taken off and he said, 'you're my good luck charm, guess you're taping my ankles for good now.'
That sentence hasn't stopped echoing in your brain since he spoke it and now here you were, 30,000 feet in the air and still thinking about it. You and Tyler were sharing seats again and the flight attendants had already come by with dinner– a side salad, some chicken and steamed vegetables. Most of the guys around you either had their lights off to sleep, or were off in the middle of the plane at the cards table playing poker. You and Tyler were the only exception in the back of the plane who had the light on, and that's cause you were getting ready to study.
You took Tyler's bathroom break as the time to set aside your hot coffee and set out your books and notecards again. You unhooked your notecards holder and took out the cards, black ink catching your eye on the blank side of the card. You set down the holder and picked up the stack, turning it over.
Epiglottis
You flipped over the card.
Thin leaf-shaped Valve that keeps food and liquid from entering the lungs.
You stared at the card, putting it down with the rest and spreading them out. Every card was filled with the same handwriting, each term and definition matching. It wasn't exactly chicken scratch, it was slightly neater...almost as if the person who wrote them had taken their time to fill them out. Tyler sat down in the seat beside you, sighing and looking down at your tray. "Oh shit."
You looked at him and then back at the cards, stacking them back together. "Did you fill out my cards?"
"When you fell asleep, yeah. I felt bad because you really seemed like you needed to get them done today, but then you fell asleep," he picked up a loose card, handing it to you. "Did I get one wrong? I tried to correct the spelling, but I swear that the book doesn't have English in it."
You looked back down at your cards, adding in the one Tyler handed to you and smiled, taking note of just how patient he must have tried to be, in order to not make your cards look like crap. "Thanks. For letting me sleep on you and for filling out my cards. That makes it a lot easier to study."
"I could help you study too...if you want? Like, quiz you or something?"
You blushed at his offer, appreciating it but also not knowing how the studying could exactly work. "Oh uh...actually, it's a labeling test. So I'd have to not only define the terms but uh, locate them on a chart of the human body."
Tyler bit the inside of his cheek and then stood up, holding his arms out to his side. "Label me then."
You raised your eyebrows in surprise and he just nodded. You stood up, handing him the deck of cards. "I'll go ask Dave to see if he has some tape tucked away somewhere."
"I'll be right here." He kept true to his word, standing up with his arms out to his side as you walked down the aisle. You turned to look back to see if he had at least reached down to grab his phone, but he was still standing there as if he was afraid to move.
"Hey Dave, sorry to bother you," You whispered, squatting down beside his seat. "You wouldn't happen to have any tape, would you?"
"I knew it'd come in handy one day," He laughed, putting down his iPad and reaching into his backpack and bringing out some athletic tape. "Do one of the guys need it? I told them to make sure to get whatever taping they needed to be done before we left the arena."
"Oh no, it's for me," You replied, standing up and nodding your head towards the back. "Tyler is helping me with my test and he's being my human label dummy."
Dave turned back and laughed as Tyler was still standing there. "Alright, I don't know how you managed to get Seggy to do school work, but good luck!"
You gave him a polite smile before making your way back to your seat, cautious not to wake anyone up or bump into anyone's seat as you did. It would be considered a miracle if any of these grown men knew how to travel on a commercial flight, seeing as their legs and arms were extended into the aisle like nobody's business. You scooted by Tyler with the tape in hand and reached for your coffee, taking a sip. "Do you need a sip? I can't have you falling asleep on me, now."
Tyler seems to consider your offer before nodding his head and reaching for your coffee. His fingertips brushed against your own, and you weren't sure if the warm feeling in your chest was from the coffee or your hands touching. He gave it back and stood up a little straighter, puffing out his chest. "Alright, I'm ready."
"Who knows Seguin," you said, shuffling through your cards and picking one. "Maybe you'll learn something from this."
"You as my teacher? Now that's something I wouldn't pass up." He replied, smiling at you before nodding down at your cards. "What's first?"
Studying with Tyler wasn't supposed to be that much fun. At least you didn't think it was supposed to be. During the first round of going through your cards, every word that you read off, Tyler looked lost and confused. Even going as far as to say 'wow, I didn't know that had a name' whenever you taped the location onto his clothes. The second time around, a few of the boys around you were starting to wake up and wanted to take part in taping 'funny-sounding words' to Tyler. And if they didn't take part in the educational or the fun aspect, they sure as hell took part in taking pictures for their social media platforms, making fun of him. By the beginning of the third time around, when it was almost time to land in Dallas, Tyler was starting to pick up on a few words, even pointing to their locations on the two of you.
You were more awake than tired by the time the plane landed and it was time to say goodbye to the boys for the night. Tyler, being the gentleman you never thought he had the capability of being, helped you pack of your school stuff and even put your flashcards in order. "You know, for someone who was constantly yawning during the game, you sure do look wide awake."
"That's what three cups of coffee can do to a girl, Seguin." You checked your phone to see the time and noticed it was almost 2 A.M. "I think I can hang out in our dorm lounge to get a few more hours in before calling it a night."
"Why don't you just come over to my place?" He asked, walking ahead of you off of the plane. "I had a lot of fun helping you study, plus I'm sure the dogs would love to see you."
Study, yeah. Because that's the first thing that popped into your mind when he asked you to come over.
"Are you sure?" You asked, showing him the time. "It's kind of late and I don't want to keep you up long."
"I'm always up for a few hours after games anyway. Besides, if we get tired, you can just crash in the guest room." He said, sliding his phone into his pocket. "So what do you say? Need a study buddy or are you going to be a lonely nerd in your dorm lounge?"
"Hey Y/N, I'm going to your dorm if you want a ride," Big Rig said, taking your attention from Tyler and pointing to his car. "Kennedy texted me and said she was still up, so I figured I'd go say hi."
You smiled, thanking Kennedy for somehow coming through and giving you an excuse to go to Tyler's house, even if she didn't know she did it. "No, that's okay! Tyler said he'd help me study some more. Tell Kennedy I said hi and you two stay safe."
Big Rig blushed and got into his car. You watched him drive away before turning to Tyler who had already dug his car keys out of his pant pocket. "Ready to study, nerd?"
"If by study you mean, am I ready to cuddle with the puppers while you read off my flashcards? Then hell yeah I am."
You followed him over to his car and he opened the door for you, flashing you his signature kid-like smile. "Get in loser, we're going to learn some psychology."
You laughed walking towards the car, ducking down and getting in. "It's Physiology and Anatomy, but it was cute that you tried."
"What can I say?" He asked, leaning down into your side of the car and shrugging his shoulders. "The cuteness comes naturally."
He closed the door, leaving you alone in his car for the few seconds that it took him to walk to the drivers' side door and the only thing you could focus on, was just how hard your heart was beating against your chest.
#tyler seguin imagine#tyler seguin one shot#tyler seguin writing#dallas stars imagine#dallas stars one shot#dallas stars writing#nhl imagine#nhl one shot#nhl writing#hockey imagine#hockey one shot#hockey writing#ldyk fic#my writing
292 notes
·
View notes
Text
New Year’s Eve: A Rina Fic
Author’s Note: I thought it would be fun to make this a continuation off of my Christmas Eve Rina fic. So, if you haven’t read it, you can find it here. However, this can be read on it’s own too and still mostly make sense. Enjoy! ❤
“So... you gonna kiss him tonight or what?” Ashlyn elbowed Gina.
Gina rolled her eyes with a half-cackle. “You guyssss. For the millionth time, when it’s supposed to happen it’ll happen”.
“But it’s New Years Eve, Gina,” Nini encouraged. “You missed your opportunity under the mistletoe by a long shot”.
Gina gave Nini a side eye. “Nini, you were literally there and had just broken up with him. Besides, you know we didn’t have a mistletoe... money...”
“We could of made one,” Nini huffed under her breath.
Gina couldn’t help but giggle. Gina thought it would have been weirder than it was to go after Ricky after he and Nini broke up, but she and Nini had some really good talks after Christmas Eve. Ones where Nini elaborated that she only ever really liked Ricky as a way to hold onto her past. Seeing him still pine after Gina made her realize he was moving on and so should she. There was going to be someone that kept up with her dreams eventually, but she was focused on this potential new school in Denver and she liked seeing Gina happy. Nini encouraging them to date felt fun, girly, and natural- a comforting feeling Gina hadn’t had until now. She actually had friends; real friends that didn’t make her feel like she was invisible or forgotten once she moved. She was home.
“When it’s the right time, we’ll know. Besides, a New Year’s Eve kiss? Do you really want me to be that cliché?” Gina scrunched her face at Nini, Ashlyn, Kourtney, and Carlos who were overly invested in her love life as they made their way to the bus. The drama department did a fundraiser during High School Musical so the students could pay to go somewhere fun New Years Eve as a celebration for the play. The fundraiser made a lot of money due to the generous contributions of parents and a lot of begging.
The bus still had a crisp, chilly feeling from sitting over night in the Utah winter air. The smell of leather hit the students noses when they boarded and took their seats. Gina sat in a seat behind Nini and Kourtney, next to Seb and Carlos, with the other seats surrounding filled by other students from the show. She looked out the fogged window to the nearly empty parking lot as the bus quietly hummed. Gina took out her finger and traced her initials and a small snowflake on the glass.
Just as she was finishing her last stem on the snow flake, a tired voice jump-scared her. “Can I sit here?”
“Oh.. uh..uhm.. yeah.. that’s totally fine. Let me.. let me just see where I can put this...” Gina stammered as she clumsily grabbed her bag.
Ricky gave a tired smile as he fell into the seat by her. Nini and Kourtney exchanged glances and Big Red took a seat next to another stage hand. He turned around and gave a knowing smile and Gina pretended not to notice Ricky’s “cut-it-out” gestures to him.
“How’s your morning going?”
“Good. Just super tired. My mom came home late and I forgot to pack, so we were up doing that,” Gina replied. “How about you?”
“Same. I was trying to make this big breakfast this morning so I got up early to make it. But then I got a piece of toast stuck in the toaster. I got worried it would set our fire alarm off, so I had to run and find a towel to whip the smoke out, but I couldn’t find any that weren’t wet in the washer. So then I called Red...” Gina pretended to nod along to Ricky’s “Breakfast Adventures”, but she couldn’t help but notice, Ricky was wearing the hat she made him. She hadn’t really seen him wear it a ton, but he looked cozy in it. She refrained from smiling too much as she pretended to listen. Good thing she brought the scarf he made her- it was her bag, however.
The bus ride wasn’t super long, about an hour and a half. The front of the bus was mostly adults and students trying to sleep, with one or two in the back sleeping as well. Gina’s area of students was anything but quiet, however. The adrenaline of being with all of their friends, preparing for a super fun over night trip was beyond exciting to them. They cracked jokes, watched internet videos, sang “Bet On It” as badly as they could, and showed weird talents they had with their bodies (Ricky could wiggle his ears and Nini was double jointed in all of her fingers).
The bus finally arrived to a beautiful ski lodge nestled on a slope in the mountains. Fairy lights and snow draped the scenery. Pine trees scattered the winter wonderland with a beautiful blue ski canvasing the background. The snow was fresh with minimal footprints; icicles hanging from every part of the wooden rooftop.
The students walked in awe as they made their way up the slippery walk way, holding tightly to the railing on the iced over steps. Seb was the only one to really slip on the steps, but Carlos caught him before he completely landed. Gina and Ricky walked in slowly, taking in the sight inside.
The giant main doors opened up to a large foyer, with a grand double stair case sweeping in from either side. To the left, a large rock and marble kitchen plus dining room and to the right, a common area with a ping pong table, fireplace, large cozy couches and lazy-man chairs, and pull down projector screen.
A man about in his sixties wearing a plaid tucked in shirt, high-waisted pants, and clunky brown boots approached the foyer and faced the visitors. “Hi everyone! Welcome to my ski resort. I’m the owner, Mr. Tomas. I am so happy to have you here. There’s not much to know... let’s see...We left fresh towels in the bathrooms and any of the food in the fridge is yours to eat. Please don’t break anything and clean up after yourselves... I think those are all the basis, right?”
Miss Jenn gave an acknowledging giggle to Mr. Thomas.
“Oh, wait! One more thing. If you use any of the gaming stuff downstairs, please be sure to wind the cords back. It protects them from getting tangled, torn, etcetera.”
Down stairs? Gina hadn’t even noticed a downstairs. Mr. Thomas released everyone to start their vacation. While all of the students ran upstairs to claim beds, Gina walked through the common room and peered around the corned. In the back of the house, behind and under the stair case rested two wooden doors leading downstairs.
Gina opened the door and looked around to see if anyone else was around. She secretly hoped not, because she liked the idea of getting to see everything first hand. It was the only part she looked forward to with each move- getting to snoop around the house and find it’s hidden gems before anyone else did.
When the coast was clear, she flicked on the stair light and quietly closed the door. She held onto the railing as she made her way down the newly carpeted stairs. The bottom of the stairs opened up to a giant finished basement. It felt warm and cozy, like the rest of the house, but playful because of the many interesting things it held.
The room opened up to a large karaoke machine on a small platform. It had mini lyric screens on podiums and two microphone connected neatly to the podium. On one wall were about twenty shadow boxes, all with different game boards in them. The pieces most likely hidden in the back of the frames. On the other wall, a nook cut out in the middle of it, cushioned floor to ceiling with fairy lights, pillows, and blankets (which Gina claimed in her head before anyone else could). Gina noticed other things like a mini kitchenette, a large leather couch, a couple of bean bag chairs, and an air hockey machine. The entire room felt like an opulent version of Red’s bedroom or her house, but Gina wasn’t complaining.
She quickly made her way back up the stairs, assuming all of the beds had been claimed. About half of the students were in the commons, a quarter playing outside in the snow, and the other quarter most likely upstairs in the bedrooms. Gina grabbed her suitcase from the staircase and went up the landing. There were two doors in front of her, another to her left and another to her right. The ones on the left were labeled “Boys” and the ones on the right “Girls”. She opened up the “Girls” door in front of her and was welcomed to a large marble bathroom. It had a long narrow walkway with stalls and sinks, and at the end 3 showers only closed off with curtains. Just like Mr. Thomas said there was a tall shelving system filled to the brim with fresh, white towels.
She left the bathroom and went to the other room labeled “Girls”. It opened up to several rows of bunk-beds and large dressers opposite them. Every bed had items on it except one bottom bunk in the back corner. Gina rolled her heavy suitcase to it’s rightful place and took a seat on her bed.
Whilst admiring her surroundings, she decided to pull out the scarf from her case and maybe go hang out with the other students outside. She grabbed the bright orange and yellow speckled piece of fabric and wrapped it around her neck.
“I don’t understand how you can make such an ugly thing look so beautiful”. Gina jumped to the sound of Ricky’s voice. Thankfully, the bunk was high enough she didn’t hit her head.
Blushing, she stood up quickly, eyes wide. “You scared me! Don’t do that!” Gina playfully shoved Ricky, as he giggled it off.
“I was just coming up to tell you dinner will be ready soon. Mr. Thomas ordered catering for tonight so we wouldn’t have to cook”. Ricky focused in on Gina’s eye contact more as he continued to grin profusely. “I really love this place”.
“What’s for dinner?” Gina asked as Ricky took a small step closer. “I really hope it’s like chicken...,” another step so their faces were about three inches apart, “or rice...or...” Ricky leaned in as Gina closed her eyes, letting her words drift. Their lips were breathing on each other when Red flung the door open.
“DINNER IS READY GUYS!” Both Gina and Ricky jumped back. Gina began to nervously straighten out her clothes, as Ricky grinned-obviously annoyed- and said through his teeth, “we’re coming”.
Big Red was either really good at acting or completely oblivious because he perkily said, “great! See you down there. I’ll save you a seat buddy!” And left with a spirited wink to Ricky.
Ricky flapped his arms out uncomfortably as he said, “well, guess we better go down”.
And Gina awkwardly agreed with an awkward thumb point to the doorway. “Guess so!”
They both ran down the stairs to the dining room. The table looked completely different from when Gina first saw it. The caterers worked fast. There were candles lit, satin napkins wrapping new silverware and tied with twine, and 3 large white plates with gold engravings stacked biggest to smallest. A white crocheted runner went down the table and large plates of food and wine glasses filled with water lined it. Everyone else seemed comfortable in their places, including Red who- as promised- had an empty seat next to him waiting for Ricky. But Gina couldn’t feel as at home with everything. She had never been to anything this fancy in her life. Ricky sat down quickly by Red as Gina walked shyly to the spot between Ashlyn and Carlos near the other end of the table- definitely out of speaking distance of Ricky.
The gang warmly greeted her as she sat down. Miss Jenn stood up and gave a nice toast, thanking everyone for their hard work in the play and encouraged everyone to “dig in”. The table became restless with people filling their plates as quickly as possible, dishes clattering and Seb taking way too many rolls. Once everyone settled down and got their food, the crowd chatted and ate to their heart’s content. Gina hadn’t noticed, but Ricky had looked at her about five times throughout the entire dinner. Red had, though.
“Ricky, dude, just enjoy the meal. You can kiss her later,” Red interrupted his fifth stare.
“Uh.. um.. what? No. I’m not gonna kiss her,” Ricky said defensively.
“We all know you want to know,” Red said as he dropped his voice.
“So what if I do?”
“Just eat your food. It’s New Years Eve. You’ll have the perfect opportunity tonight,” Red said as he scooped some more green beans on a plate.
Ricky stared at Gina again. He couldn’t help but feel like that was wrong... almost out of place for their relationship. If anything, they’ve been all but predictable. Even when he first began to like her, it came after a night of her bickering with EJ and Ricky saying something he honestly regrets now. Their first kiss shouldn’t be pressured.
Once the meal was finished, Ricky and the other boys washed the dishes while the girls gathered them from the table and brought them to the sink. The dishes were Mr. Thomas’, so the caterer’s were long gone by now. Seb and Carlos began play dancing in the kitchen, and soon Ashlyn and Red joined. Nini changed the song on the speaker to “Born to Be Brave” and soon the whole cast was dancing with each other. Gina was grabbing random people and being spun or doing funny dance moves with them. By the end of the second song most of the cast had left and by the time it got to the third it was just Seb, Carlos, Ricky, and Gina talking. Seb and Carlos decided to go join everyone else downstairs, but Ricky and Gina remained in the middle of the kitchen.
Nini’s phone changed to “Can I Have This Dance?” from High School Musical 3. Without hesitation, Ricky walked up close to Gina. She was still wearing his scarf, which he grabbed with a singled hand and quietly unwrapped it off her neck. He took a side step as he tossed it to the counter. Then he held out his hand as Gabriella sang, “take my hand”, singing along with her. Ricky pulled Gina in close, her hand in a fist on his chest, head nestled into his neck, as they swayed while he sang softly in her ear.
When the music ended, Gina pulled back and made eye contact with Ricky. Their faces close, slowly leaning in. Their moment got cut off, yet again, by yelling in the common room- which connected through the back to the kitchen- so there was no privacy. They both giggled while still holding onto each other. Gina pounded Ricky’s chest lightly with her fist and said, “let’s go downstairs”. Ricky agreed (with some resistance in his voice) as she grabbed his hand to lead him downstairs where the rest of the cast was. All of them were spread out on chairs talking, playing games, and EJ trying to set up the karaoke machine.
Gina walked over to assist EJ while Ricky played air hockey with Kourtney. The cast spent the night playing games and singing horribly to their favorite High School Musical songs. They drank a ton of soda, took cute candid photos, and laughed until they hurt.
Red took his phone out for the New York countdown and all of them watched the small screen giddily. They all held their small champagne glasses filled with cider as they watched with anticipation.
“Five... Four... Three... Two... One... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” The gang cheered and hollered. Glasses clinked and shouts filled the room. Seb and Carlos gave each other a big kiss, Red cut between Gina and Ricky hugging to give him a giant hug, and everyone else gave hugs and high fives. Ricky and Gina looked quietly at each other while everyone continued to chatter in the background. Gina gave Ricky a small smile because he knew. He knew that it wasn’t the right time. He gave her a small peck on the cheek, which was returned with their beaming faces.
At the end of the night, once everyone had settled down and finally went to bed, Gina was cleaning up the wires to the karaoke machine when EJ walked over to her. “Hey, thanks for helping me set up that machine”.
“It was no problem,” Gina said as she put a microphone in it’s stand.
“Honestly, thanks for helping me with a lot of things”.
Gina stopped and crinkled her nose suspiciously. She turned around and stood up so she was facing him now. “What do you mean?”
“I just mean, when you gave me Nini’s phone. Like we shouldn’t have taken it, but you really came in clutch for me. And trying to help me at homecoming get Troy and Gabriella’s parts, by making Nini jealous so she’d drop out. It was clever and I didn’t realize it at the time. I know we never got the parts, but I also never thanked you for trying to help me. I’m just sorry things didn’t work out for either of us”.
“EJ... we weren’t being good people doing that. Don’t you understand? It was wrong and we can’t tell anyone. Not Nini, not Ricky. Nobody. I’m trying to get a clean slate and I thought you were too”.
“Yeah, the confessionals thing didn’t really work...” EJ said, rubbing his neck.
“Look, it was all wrong. Nini and I made up and she is finally starting to trust you again. I say we just leave it in the past where it belongs”.
“I know. I just wanted to thank you for having my back- that’s all”. EJ said, definitely irritated.
“I can’t believe you two.” Gina and EJ flipped around. They hadn’t noticed the light on in the downstairs bathroom. Ricky stood puzzled.
“Ricky, it’s not what you think!” Gina said trying to grab his arm. He shook her off.
“Dude, you’re overreacting. It happened forever ago,” EJ defended.
“Not. Helping.” Gina glared at him.
“No, what happened is, you led me on. You created a bunch of drama and then tried to get with me so Nini would drop out! Not ok, Gina!” Ricky’s voice was raising and Gina hated hearing him so upset, especially with her.
“I wasn’t thinking, but I meant what I said that night!” Ricky began to go to the stairs. “Ricky, you’ve got to believe me!” Gina begged.
“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” Ricky scolded as he ran up the stairs.
“Gina, I’m so sorry,” EJ pleaded.
“Leave me alone, EJ,” Gina snapped. She followed in Ricky’s footsteps, going up the stairs to her room.
The rest of the night seemed to drag on. The girls stayed up talking and giggling, so Gina decided to take a shower to make some time pass until they fell asleep. Then she crawled into bed and listened to some music. The good news was that she was able to just fake a headache and since her bed was in a corner, she could actively avoid everyone for the rest of the night.
All of the other girls eventually went to sleep, but Gina tossed and turned. How could EJ say that? Wasn’t it all in the past? And why didn’t she see the bathroom light on or not hear noise from there? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She didn’t actually have a plan. EJ didn’t know that, but he should have figured it out. And when the plan failed, she was happy to have someone empathize with her. Make her feel better. Ricky did that. He made her not care what role she had, because he seemed to not care about his. She blinked some leftover tears away and sat up.
Gina knew that it was pointless to try and sleep by now since it was about 4AM, so she got up and snuck back downstairs to the basement. When she reached the door, she noticed the light was still on. It must have been left on after the party. She tip toed down the stairs and noticed Ricky sitting in the nook, glumly fiddling with her scarf.
“Is that spot taken?” Gina asked as she approached him cautiously.
He patted the area next to him. “All yours”.
Gina sat down, but because of where Ricky was sitting in the nook, she ended up slightly sitting on top of him. They awkwardly adjusted until they were sitting opposite each other, scarf in Ricky’s hands, a pillow in Gina’s.
“I’m really sorry, Ricky. To be honest, I was mad about Nini getting the part,” Gina closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She refused to make eye contact with Ricky as she continued to talk, for fear she would cry. “It’s not normal for someone my age to get worked up over a part. It’s not normal to treat people like that for a lead in a high school play that might look good on a resume, but not to a dance school. I didn’t just want to be Gabriella... I had to be. Moving isn’t the only hard part of my home life. My mom puts a ton of pressure on me to be the best in any production. She thinks that if I make it big, the money will get us out of debt and we won’t have to keep moving. I’ve actually been looked at by professional scouts... like real professionals, but they always say ‘not yet’ or ‘you’re almost there’... ‘if you just do one more play you’ll make it big,” Gina said with mocking jazz hands.
“But I can’t tell you how sick I am of hearing the phrase ‘one more play’, ‘one more dance’... ‘keep practicing, you’ll get there’...” Gina began to choke up.
Ricky lightly put his hand on hers as he continued to listen. Gina finally made eye contact, her water-filled eyes glistening. “I don’t want to get there. It’s not my job to get there. I’m the kid! This should be fun!”
Ricky finally spoke. “Is there any part of it you do enjoy?”
Gina wiped a tear that finally broke with her free hand. “Yes. All of it. I love acting, and singing, and dancing- oh, especially dancing. I want to get into Julliard. But with the amount of pressure I get from my mom... I’m scared it’s going to get worse... or Julliard will put that pressure there for her. I just can’t win”.
Ricky thought carefully before he spoke again. “Gina, you are a great performer, but you’re an even better person. I can see you face a lot of pressure at home, but you can take down that wall with us. You didn’t have to do anything to impress me... or anyone else for that matter. You’re already remarkable, with or without your dance shoes”.
Gina smiled. “Really?”
Ricky gave her a sweet smile back. “Really.”
Gina sighed again, “I already said this, but I honestly am sorry. The way my mom treats me is no excuse for how I acted it. I shouldn’t have done it, regardless. But I meant what I said at the skate park. I meant what I said in the car. You’re one of a kind, Ricky Bowen”.
“Thanks. I appreciate it”.
Gina still felt a little tense. “Are we good?”
“We’re good”.
For some reason that was all Ricky needed to say to make the situation better. Everything felt normal again... well, aside from EJ, but she was going to deal with him later. For now, she just wanted to enjoy this time with Ricky.
The room filled with silence for a minute, until Gina broke it. “Umm... Ricky?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do you have my scarf?” Gina giggled.
He smiled to himself and fiddled it again. “Someone left it on the kitchen counter”. He reached over and swirled it back around her neck. “Looks better on you, anyway”.
Gina gave him a soft grin. He laid back and she curled up next to him, her head on his chest. She listened to the gentle rhythm of his heart and his slow-paced breathing as they drifted off to sleep.
Gina woke up to someone closing the bathroom door downstairs. She sat up from the nook- Ricky had already left. She wondered if it was him who was in the bathroom and how long they had been sleeping. But then a figure emerged in the doorway which caused her to sit straight up: EJ.
He dodged his eyes from her blatant staring as he headed to the stairs. Gina closed her eyes, taking another breath, ready to fix the rest of the damage caused from last night.
“EJ, wait”.
Ej stopped abruptly on the stairs, still holding onto the railing. He slowly turned around and looked at her cooly. “What?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.
“Look, I’m not going to apologize for what I said last night. What we did was wrong and we need to work for what we want the right way. You need to talk to Nini or find someone new and I need to just practice more for my audition next semester. But I am sorry I dumped that drink on you, yelled at you, and bailed on you when you asked for my help. I overreacted and I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me”. Yes I did, Gina thought, but she continued her apology anyway. “But it wasn’t ok. I should have helped you talk to her or practiced lines with you. There were better ways we could have handled that”.
“For sure,” EJ agreed. Gina sat back, taken back by what he said.
“And I’m sorry too,” EJ continued. “I really am trying to turn a new leaf, but maybe I wouldn’t have to if I would just make the right choices the first time. It’s just that I’ve always gotten everything I wanted. The girl, the grades, the positions on teams- when Nini left... it just seemed like, I don’t know, I wasn’t cool anymore? I wasn’t this great person, because I got dumped. And then I didn’t get to play Troy. It was like I was a fraud and my world I had known came crumbling down. I probably sound like the biggest, self-centered dirtbag for saying that, but I just feel so much pressure to be the person other’s want me to be, you know?”
“EJ, I get exactly what you mean,” Gina reassured. “And I appreciate your apology. But you and I both need to learn that it’s who we are that makes us happy. And none of our friends are judging us. As long as we’re good with who we are, then those who are good with us too will surround us. In turn, it will push out the fakes”.
EJ blinked a few times in shock. “Dang, Gina. That’s pretty deep. Who taught you that?”
Gina grinned, “someone really wise last night”.
Just then the smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, and hot chocolate filled the basement. It smelled heavenly. Gina sighed gleefully as it filled her nose. “That smells wonderful. Want to go get some breakfast?”
“Sure!” Ej replied.
“By the way, what were you doing down here?”
“My hair needs space and caution to get it just right. It couldn’t breathe being suffocated in that small bathroom with all of those dudes. And what about you?! What were you doing down here?”
Gina rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t ask”.
Gina ran upstairs and quickly got dressed, making sure to brush her teeth and touch up her makeup. When she got back to the kitchen all of the cast was either sitting at the table, on the counters, or standing around and talking- plates in their hands and music playing again. A hand wrapped around Gina’s waist and she felt a quick peck on her cheek from Ricky, taking her completely by surprise.
“Good morning, Miss Gina. There’s breakfast and a seat next to me waiting at the table for you. Not the one on the left though, that’s Red’s”. Gina giggled to herself as she went to the kitchen counters and filled up her plate with breakfast foods assorted in giant metal containers, like the ones at hotels.
The rest of the morning was spent with more kitchen dancing, pictures, games, and sledding. Gina and Ricky shared a sled and crashed a few times. They ended up breaking out in a snowball fight and building a really unsteady snowman that caved in right after they took one slightly blurry photo with it.
When it was time to leave, the cast got on the bus and sat in their same spots on the way home (Red almost stole Gina’s seat though, but Ashlyn convinced him to sit next to her, so Gina still got to sit next to Ricky). The ride back felt similar to the ride there with snoring coming from the front of the bus, the gang playing games on their phones, and Gina tying the strings on Ricky’s hat to take funny photo’s of him.
When they finally got back to East High (where their parents could pick them up or their cars were parked), everyone gave each other big hugs and wished them a good next few days of break. There was loud laughter and singing as everyone parted ways. Gina’s mom came to get her, so she was waiting at the end of the parking lot for her to come.
Ricky walked up to Gina and gently bumped his body into her side, “are you sure you don’t want a ride? It’s not too much of a hassle for me”.
Gina gave Ricky a silly look at his obvious sarcasm. “No, I don’t need a ride. My mom is coming”.
Ricky giggled and gave her a hug. “Good bye, Gina. See you, Monday”.
Gina smiled politely at him. “Goodbye, Ricky”. She wiggled her fingers good bye as he walked quickly to his car.
“Gina! Look at this!” Ashlyn called out. Ashlyn, Carlos, and Seb had made an igloo on the school yards that was supposed to resemble East High. Gina wouldn’t have known that from the structure, but one of them carved “EHHS” on the front, so she got the idea. Almost as soon as she had turned around she felt a hand on her arm. It flipped her around.
“Ricky! What are-”
Ricky cut her off. “I forgot something”.
He crashed his lips into hers. It hurt a little, but as she eased into it, the kiss became soft and warm. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around as they continued to kiss. He put her back down when their face broke apart and then he walked away with a goofy, clumsy grin as he said, “uhmm.. good bye, Gina. See you next week!... I guess!”
Gina laughed quietly as she said, “Yeah, see you next week,” and watched Ricky continue to walk off as she bit her lip and smiled. She looked down at her scarf, beaming. This was her Best New Year’s ever. She began to wonder what the other holiday’s would bring...
#Rina#ricky bowen#gina porter#hsmtmts#high school musical the musical the series#lowkey seblos#seblos#redlyn#but more platonic but if you ship it this fic can go either way
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
theres just no place in between
Beginning Previous Next AO3 Link
Notes:This one’s even rougher i think, I have had a mixed episode but don’t remember much of it and also my experience was way different from remus because of the kind of life i live, and mixed episodes are hard to diagnose everyone’s very different! Sorry this took so long i had a depressive episode that kinda blacked out my motivation to do anything.
Something is different this time. There’s a ringing in his ear as he screams at Roman, his older brother though only by minutes. The man in front of him is the one he knows he’s only ever been a reflection of, if he cannot break out of the mirror he will contort it. He will make sure that when Roman looks into this mirror he will see everything he could have been if their parents had just picked the other from the beginning. Roman’s voice takes an undercurrent of concern when Remus starts crying uncontrollably, but he’s angry and Roman’s concern makes him even angrier. Remus screams at the image of everything he was supposed to be and says things he doesn’t mean just to make sure that Roman sees him, not the reflection, he’s sick of the reflections. In the back of his mind something reminds him that neither of them are their parents, they aren’t to blame. Remus pretends he doesn’t know that.
Later he stares into the mirror, the lights are bright, too bright they’ve never been so bright. Something has a grip on his shoulders and the invisible hands threaten to close around his throat, he stares into the mirror and sees the bags under his eyes visible due to his lack of eyeshadow and ringing in his ears sounds more and more like screaming. It’s louder than before, his disheveled hair matches his disheveled mustache full of styling wax from days ago. It feels like the light is getting brighter and brighter. D knocks on the bathroom door asking if he’s okay. Remus jerks backwards and the lights are back to normal, the screaming has quieted to a ringing in his ear once again. Remus looks back into his own eyes and tells D he’ll be right out and turns on the sink
This time the burst of energy wasn’t fun. This time sleepless nights in the studio wasn’t an option. This time the energy in his head didn’t say ‘go’ or ‘create’ instead it whispered ‘they don't want you here’ and ‘destroy’ as he whipped in and out of euphoria and devastating anger. It was vague and fast and confusing and Remus finds himself bullying his teammates and going too far. The freshmen tip toe around him, Roman refuses to entertain his antics at all. Payton and Jared decline his invitations and look at him with concern without knowing what to say. He finds Virgil avoiding him and D more often following. Coach Thomas’s tired looks becoming more and more exhausted and frustrated and even Joan lost the hidden amusement of his antics as he was suspended for three games.
Remus also finds himself considering how easy it would be to die more than he has ever before. He has always been curious and graphic about how it could happen, but that was morbid curiosity, not this. He finds the motivation to find bridges tall enough, buildings high enough that he can sneak into, he bought rope and sharpened his knives, ends up with rope burn and covered in cuts and bruises in no time as he convinces friends and teammates that he’s never been better and scares them away in a familiar way.Yet, he has days where he can’t get out of bed and it sounds like someone is shouting at him for being so terrible and lazy now too? Nights where he can’t sleep because of his racing but they all circle back to how little everyone likes him and how easy it has been to push them away. He keeps track of the times where he’s come to realize he doesn’t remember what he's doing or how he arrived, days blend together and suddenly it's almost spring break. It doesn’t make any more sense than it did before. Only now, it scares him a little.
This is their senior year. Remus knows he has less than two months now to graduation but his grades are falling fast and he can’t bring himself to care, or tell anyone. He’s handing in half finished assignments only working when D and Logan can catch him and drag him into whatever classroom they broke into for their study sessions. He gets lost listening to Logan explain a concept to him again, he was offered a fidget toy after he broke his pen when he spaced out that at least prevented more damage, but couldn’t help this irrational irritation that followed. He finishes the assignment that night, but still doesn’t feel even a little proud of himself for it. The guilt of making Logan and D spend almost the whole evening on a little assignment he could’ve done himself lingers as he lays in bed so exhausted, but his veins feel like they're full of buzzing bees, each one begging him to do something, anything, but nothing gives him the satisfaction he needs.
Remus grins for the first time in weeks, filled with complete euphoria as he stands on a bridge staring down at the dark water reflecting the orange and blue sunset, wind in his hair and one of his new friends nervously ask if they’re sure this is safe. There are four people including Remus holding onto the bridge. The woman, probably a year or two younger with scars up her arms and a t-shirt that belongs to a boy she dated years ago yells over the wind that she does this all the time, tell them, she nudges a boy with coloured hair who repeats what she said and climbs over the guard with Remus and the girl who’s name Remus forgets. Remus isn’t worried and stops listening as he begins bouncing in place, the bridge clearly much taller than the ones he’s jumped off of with the team when they go out for the summer, but that fact being exactly what thrills him so much. He vaguely hears the other friend’s concern increase and their refusal to jump. Remus feels his hair whip around in the wind as he dramatically rolls his eyes, “If you wanna be a pussy no one’s stopping you, but you can’t stop us either. Quit whining,” he sneers right before he kicks himself off the bridge. Remus savours the butterflies in his veins as he’s freefalling in the air, these few seconds feel like hours and as he finally plunges into the cold water entirely submerged and he hears as the other two land in the water. His lungs beg for air and he resurfaces just as the pain becomes unbearable and he laughs maniacally until the others resurface and continues to laugh floating in soaked clothing.
It’s spring break and Remus is free. A week without classes and he’s decided to let go and let out these weird moments he’s been having. He bounces on the beat letting the music vibrate through him as he dances with another stranger whose name he never even asked. The beat pumps through the hardwood floor of the frat house Payton brought a few teammates to.
Remus loses track of time and knows it when his current dance partner dragged him into the bathroom where a few people were crushing pills in a ziploc bag on the bathroom counter. Remus has a half baked conversation with someone who barely replies while his dance partner starts lining up the now crushed substance Remus misses the name of several times. Once one rows gone Remus is shoved forward and listens to the little advice someone gives him that he’s too drunk to listen too, feeling so invincible, so happy, so free Remus has a lazy grin on his face as he agrees moments before Payton rushes in calling Remus’s name. His expression changes to something angry but also so confused as he grabs Remus’s shoulder forcing him to turn towards him as he demands to know “What the fuck are you doing!?” Remus laughs at Payton telling him to stop overreacting as Payton reminds Remus that more random drug tests are pretty likely as the season comes to an end. The argument continues as Payton’s shift from anger to concern goes unnoticed by Remus.
There’s blood dripping from his nose to the cement floor of someone’s shitty basement suite. It’s almost rhythmic, he is sitting leaning on a couch he’s never seen before, or maybe he has as he tries to focus his eyes. There’s a shattered window with plastic bags taped over it that lets the cool air float over him making him aware of something wet dripping from his hairline, Remus lifts his head up wobbling a little as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand which comes off bloody and does the same with his forehead that reveals more blood. His head feels so foggy and he wonders if he let himself lose the fight or if someone jumped him. He knows what hockey has done for him physically and doubts some scrawny white twink with a nicotine addiction among others could actually take him down. He looks around and sees people asleep across the floor in various states and aesthetics of dress, half-dried blood splatters on the floor on the other side of the door implies that it was probably a fight that didn’t happen long ago. No clue what time it is, he stands and stumbles realizing that he is not only super drunk but clearly on something else he doesn’t remember making the decision to take. Remus pats his pockets down using the shitty yellow lamp without a shade on it to double check and finding his wallet and his phone with a 7% charge. Remus sees his reflection in a shattered mirror on the floor and feels like he hasn’t seen himself in months. For a moment he remembers watching Roman waste away, remembers the doctor’s appointments, the effort it took to force Roman to eat but the way he came out healthier in the end. This shattered reflection shows him something he doesn’t like, and he makes a decision.
#hockey au#university au#bipolar remus#creativitwins#remus angst#creativitwins angst#sanders sides#sanders sides angst#angst#bipolar disorder#drug use#alcohol use#self harm#my fic
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
Matchup for male killer please! Im a girl, bisexual because I believe love doesn't have a gender. Im very insecure about my looks . wears glasses, brown eyes/hair and quit a few scars on my body. My past was bad because I was always alone. I love animals more then humans because I get to deal with lots of people who are rude (retail) I'm shy at times but also open, Always try to do my best . Mostly people see me happy and cheerful but when Im alone I tend to feel sad and think about my past.ty!
Dear Anon. I read your request and felt my heart ache in pain. I related so hard to your past and your present life and I wanted to give you the best I could because sometimes we shy, sad, lonely people need someone to listen or a little thing made just for us.
I had my own mentor here on Tumblr who helped me and wrote couple things for me and when I talked to them I felt happy. There was someone who I could talk to without a fear and now I have many foreign friends who are at least a little bit as weird as I am.
So, if you want, you can always talk to me. All my friends live outside Finland save for my couple of childhood friends and I treasure all my foreign friends and try to be there for them or talk with them.
So dear Anon, I did not just Match you, I wrote you a Christmas present story. I admit that I DID NOT WANT IT TO BE THIS LONG, I JUST GOT REALLY INSPIRED. I hope you like it.
WARNINGS: DEATH, GORE, VIOLENCE, ROTTEN CORPSES, FLIES, FOUL ODORS, BLOOD. Oh, and the Art Belongs to @voorbees!
I match you with Jason Voorhees!
It has to be a work of fate for your new workplace to choose old Crystal lake to hold a short seminar for you workers to grow your teamwork and strengthen your bonds so you could be even more productive. The teams were assigned and everyone had their own couples chosen and even you got a teammate.
...But they aren’t interested in doing any work with you and instead of helping and working with you, they either skip in favor of smoking pot with other coworkers or if they do come to the work they push it all on you.
Putting up a tent? They leave you alone. Getting firewood? You’re left alone to get them from that scary spiderweb filled shed. The worst part may be how they get away with it by pleading to your kindness and how good a coworker you are. You may smile before them, but when you’re alone you grumble. You just want the trip to end and go home.
So when everyone is partying late at night at the huge campfire and blasting music, you’re inside your tent, buried inside your sleeping bag, just trying to pass the time as fast as possible. Someone enters the tent and you presume it’s your teammate coming to see if the tent was free so they could have some fun with your coworker...
When suddenly your sleeping bag was zipped shut and you screamed in shock, trying to open it but someone dragged the bag outside and suddenly you were hanging upside down. You try to scream for help but your voice isn’t loud enough to warn anyone from upcoming danger.
Soon the screams start and you’re scared shitless as you listen to familiar people screaming over the loud music. You’re struggling against your prison when suddenly the bottom opens and you fall out as your team member tries to get you to run with them.
So you run into the woods but you don’t get far when this huge man with a hockey mask that covers his face and a hatchet in hand cuts you two short
You’re both frozen in fear as this huge man stalks towards you and your coworker makes their decision and pushed you towards the approaching killer. Your body hits him and you’re sure you’re about to die, but instead of killing you right away, he pushes you aside and throws his hatchet straight into your coworker’s back and they hit the ground hard.
You choke on a scream and the killer walks over your coworker and tears the hatched from their back and hits them a couple of times as if confirming the kill. Then he turns and approaches you and you’re sure you’re dead. You cover your eyes, not wanting to see the hatchet, but to your shock, the killer picks you up and walks with you into the forest.
You too scared to actually scream, you just keep your eyes shut tight. His body was cool and wet to touch and there was a strong scent of blood’s iron in his clothes.
There is suddenly a loud creek and your eyes snap open and you see this wooden shack that’s door had scared you. The killer carries you inside and you’re placed on a bed. You immediately retreated against the wall and wrap your arms around yourself, trying to protect yourself.
The Killer just starest at you and then points at the bookshelf on the other side of the shed. You look at it. It’s obviously stolen from somwhere, possibly from the camp site. You turn to look at the killer fearfully, but he just points at the books. He must want you to look at them so you carefully get up and walk to the shelf.
You look at the old moldy books and pick up one to read and you’re surprised to see that it was actually a photo album. You glance at the killer but he just stares down at you so open up the album and take a look inside.
There are pictures of this deformed baby boy. Baby pictures, first words, first steps and so much more. You flipped through the whole book, thinking that there was a reason the killer had it. You went through maybe 7 photo albums, all from boy’s living years until the 8th book was only filled halfway.
The last picture was of the same boy, now 8 years old, and this woman in a blue knitted shirt and the boy had a yellow ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ T-shirt on and a huge smile on his deformed but pure face as he hugged the woman. Suddenly the picture falls from its place and you catch it and see there is writing on the back of the card.
‘Friday the 13th, Jason’s birthday at Camp Crystal Lake with mommy’
So the woman was the boy's mother. How come she wasn't in any other picture? Then you realized that she must have been the one taking all the pictures. Single parent perhaps?
Suddenly the killer reaches for an album and gives it to you. You put the picture on the shelf and take the album given to you before opening it and your eyes widened in shock.
It was absolutely filled with newspaper articles, all centered around Camp Crystal Lake.
‘Boys Drowns at Summer Camp!’
‘Counselors Ignored Children!’
‘Counselors Having Sex Instead Watching Children!’
‘Bullying Involved In Boy’s Drowning?’
You read further and landed on some kind of short note on pages of the album.
‘They bullied him and they let it happen! If they had been doing their job, my beloved Jason wouldn’t have drowned! I will get my revenge on them all!’
You flipped the page and saw the very same boy you had seen in the picture, being pronounced dead. Jason Voorhees, son of Pamela Voorhees. You feel your throat tighten and something wet landed on the paper article, smudging the old ink.
You blinked and brought your hand to your eye. You were crying and when you realized it you started crying even harder. This poor boy had drowned because of bullying and neglect and it hurt your heart.
But why the killer wanted you to see all these things?
You picked the photo with the little boy and his mother before you turned to look at the killer and showed him the picture.
“Th- this boy? I- is you yours?” You asked, thinking that perhaps the killer was Pamela’s husband or lover and Jason’s unnamed father.
The silent killer shook his head and slowly raised his hands over his face and even slower lifted the hockey mask from his face. You gasped and threw your hands over your mouth. The killer wasn’t Jason’s father.
He was Jason.
That was the last thing you knew before all the action of the day caught up with you and fatigue struck you down. When you finally started to wake up you noticed that you were on the shed’s bed with this old patchwork quilt pulled over you.
You look around, but Jason is nowhere to be seen. You ponder your chances and options. Run away and call the cops? Run away and forget this ever happened and start looking for a new job? No, you should alert the police, but for some reason, you didn’t feel like any of those things were the right choices.
You kinda knew how Jason felt. You have both been hurt badly when you were both young. He was bullied mercilessly which lead to his death and you were left alone to fend yourself. The two of you weren’t that different perhaps and maybe that’s why Jason saved you last night.
There is a polite knock on the door before it opened and Jason walked inside. You looked at him like deer in headlights and watched as he disregarded a bag that smelt strongly like blood. You looked at the bag in horror, but before your imagination could go wild, Jason gave you a heavy backpack.
You looked at the bag in wonder and then at Jason.
“Is this for me?”
He nodded and you nodded back, carefully pulling the bag’s zippers open and you were taken aback by what you saw. Food, like so much food and bubbly sodas. Protein bars, sandwiches, candy, energy drinks, and some good old Coca Cola, Fanta, and Pepsi.
You felt your stomach grumble and you blushed. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until now. So you opened a sandwich package and ate it in a manner of minutes. God, you were thirsty also. When you were done eating and drinking you felt stronger and more like yourself again.
Jason made it look like no one had come there. You don’t know how, but you guess this isn’t the first time he has killed. You thanked Jason and the man seemed to brighten up a little, but you had to have the conversation with him.
“Jason... Thank you for sparing me yesterday. I don’t know how to thank you enough for saving my life.”
You take a breath and look at him.
“But I can’t stay here. I- I have a life and...” You quieted down. You didn’t know what to say. You could continue living as you were, but what kind of a life that would be?
You have both been hurt badly when you were both younger. He was bullied mercilessly which lead to his death and you were left alone to fend yourself.
Jason suddenly got up and offered his huge hand to you. You blinked, still a little fearful of him, and placed your hand on his. He grabbed the backpack before taking you outside and started to slowly lead you somewhere. You had absolutely no idea where you were, you so deep into the forest that you couldn’t tell which way the lake or the camp was.
While you were walking, you noticed that a lot of little birds would land on Jason’s shoulders despite the fact that he wasn’t even standing still. He stopped out of blue and you looked at him in confusion and he looked at you and pointed to the side. You followed his gaze and you couldn’t believe what you saw.
A baby deer with its mother. You were about to burst in pure adoration. One of the forest’s shyest creatures so close to you! Jason raised his hand and the deers immediately walked up to him and you watched in awe how Jason could pet them.
He turned to look at you and carefully pulled you closer to him and placed your hand in front of the baby deer’s mouth. The little thing sniffed your hand shyly and when it gave you a lick you almost died of cuteness.
Jason beckoned the deers to stay and you were able to pet the baby and even the mother from your heart’s desire. A bird even landed on your shoulder and allowed you to scratch it a little bit.
Jason must have had some kind of special connection to Crystal Lake because it was like how he was one with nature. Animals showed no fear before him and accepted him as their own... and now Jason was offering the same deal to you.
After petting animals from deers to squirrels you continued following Jason until you reached a... A comfy looking cabin? You looked at the cabin in confusion when Jason pulled you to the glass screen doors and slid it open and you were hit by this horrid smell of rotting and thousands of flies flying out of the door and past you!
You coughed and gagged, covering your mouth with your sleeve. Jason didn’t seem to be affected by the smell but you needed a moment before you could move. When you are a little better, he leads you inside and you freeze on the spot.
There in two rocking chairs were sitting an elder couple, obviously dead, and by the smell and the state of their rotting corpses they had been dead for a while.
You flinch and quickly yank your hand off from Jason’s and took distance from him.
“Y- you killed them?” You asked frightenedly but Jason shook his head and pointed at the bodies. You looked and saw that there weren’t any signs that evidence that they were murdered. They probably slept away together.
You relaxed immediately when you were sure that they died in natural causes. Jason walked to the desk and you watched him go through a drawer and gave you a phone.
Phone! Where was yours? You quickly patted down your clothes and realize that it must have been lost when Jason started killing. Huh. Suddenly you weren’t as sad over your coworkers’ demise. You took the phone and looked at Jason in confusion and he pointed at the corpses one last time before giving you the backpack and leaving.
You watched from the open screen doors how he disappeared into the forest and when he was gone, you dialed 911. While you were waiting for help to arrive, you pondered what you were going to tell them.
When the police and paramedics came you were interrogated. You told them you were a hiker who had gotten lost and found the house and the corpses inside when you were searching for someone with a phone after losing yours.
You even presented your backpack full of goodies as evidence that you weren’t lying. The police believed you and offered to drive you back to the city and you accepted. The funny thing? You didn’t even mention Camp Crystal Lake.
After contacting the elder couple’s family to pay respect, they told you that the house was the elder couple’s summer house and the family didn’t want to keep the cabin. So they gave you a very generous offer to buy the cabin from their family.
They even told you that there was heat and running water so you could live with all the city’s comforts in a cabin in the woods. The son of the elder couple even offered you a job from home as a thank you for finding his parents and letting them get a proper funeral.
You took the offer.
You moved out of the city next month and made yourself comfortable in the cabin. You threw all the elder couple’s furniture away and decorated as you pleased.
A month went past when you suddenly heard knocking in the middle of the night and went to inspect with your baseball bat. It was Jason, he was back and you let him in without a question.
While he took in the way you decorated you made tea for both of you, but Jason didn’t drink. You smiled awkwardly and moved your hand over his that rested on his thigh.
“Jason, I... I can’t believe this. My life turned so much better after meeting you. It’s like... It’s like...?”
He had planned it. Jason knew about the couple, he knew if he gave you the backpack you would appear like a lost hiker. He showed you his past. He got you to accept him and honestly? It might just have been a blessing in disguise.
The two of you work out a way to live together as neighbors, friends, symbiosis, and maybe... Something greater than those.
Jason kills and punishes the trespassers and any other foolish asshole who dares to come to Crystal Lake but if he sees a tortured soul who reminds him of himself and you, he lets chases them to your cabin where you let them call help.
Some call the police and tell what happened, how a maniac with a machete killed everyone, and how they were the only survivor. Fools, you thought. They were left alive purely because Jason chose to let them live and now they were taking it for granted.
Police would question your side of the story and you usually told that the survivor came running into your cabin, shouting nonsense and being hysteric. They would demand police to follow them to their campsite and show them what had happened...
But Jason had the skill to make any evidence disappear. Bodies, cars, and anything that could connect the survivor to the camp and lake. Police would take the survivor away and that would be the last time you heard from them.
Those who showed gratefulness and saw that they were saved? They would stay a couple of days in your cabin and at night Jason would bring their stuff to you and you would next day call them a cab and tell them to take care of themselves. You hear from them sometimes, maybe a call or a postcard. You show them to Jason and he always gets a little happy for them.
Jason and you work together and spend time together when neither of you are working and you show him all the pleasures of the 20th century. He loves cartoons and it’s ironic but he has to hold your hand if you’re watching a horror movie.
He won't eat, but he enjoys watching you cook. He likes all the scented candles you light up during dark nights as the two of you sit on the couch and enjoy each other’s company and when the winter comes, Jason actually moves to your guest room so he doesn’t have to spend the winter in his cabin.
He moved his mother’s albums to your house, but you keep them hidden in a wall behind the painting so no one can find them and connect you to Jason’s murders.
Overall, your life is pretty sweet with him and the two of you are talking about adopting a puppy.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Skating Lessons part 9
Summary/note: So I deleted half of this and had to rewrite. The story line is the same...but I’m still sad I messed up. Dudes date/girls pedis out.
Warning: adorableness
Word count: 1888
Series Masterlist
Before Josh leaves in the morning he tosses a jersey on the bed. “If you want to wear this today I wouldn’t be mad.” You open up the jersey to see Anderson on the back. It’s the 3rd jersey so it’s different than Mason’s home one and you eye Josh who has a bashful look on his face.
“I’ll think about it Babe.” You lean up to kiss him and Josh laughs into you.
“I’ll see you tonight after the game okay? I gave my mom your number just incase.” Josh pulls you up from the bed to plant a kiss on you again.
Before Josh leaves in the morning he tosses a jersey on the bed. “If you want to wear this today I wouldn’t be mad.” You open up the jersey to see Anderson on the back. It’s the 3rd jersey so it’s different than Mason’s home one and you eye Josh who has a bashful look on his face.
“I’ll think about it Babe.” You lean up to kiss him and Josh laughs into you.
“I’ll see you tonight after the game okay? I gave my mom your number just incase.” Josh pulls you up from the bed to plant a kiss on you again.
You once again park at Josh’s and walk over. Your seats are planted firmly in the middle of the family section. You see many of the wives and girlfriends you saw at the last home game you went to. Natalie turns around from her seat to greet you and say hi to Mason. Before the boys skate out the Andersons and Amy Jones find their way to the seats behind you. Mason stands up to talk Michelle’s ear off and pulls his jersey up to show Amy he in fact has his Seth Jones shirt from Christmas on under his Anderson jersey which makes everyone around you bust out laughing. When the team skates out Josh, Boone, PLD, and Seth make their ways to wave at Mason. Josh holds up his fingers counting down by 3 and both him and Mason do their secret signal.
“So, that’s why he keeps doing that. I’ve seen it every game.” Michelle leans over to you and you look back to meet her eyes.
“Yeah, Josh and Mason came up with it awhile ago during a skate. Mason does it in our living room.” You pull out your phone to show her the video you’ve sent Josh. Michelle and Amy awe over the adorableness of Mason’s video.
“Momma, Momma, Momma!” Mason tugs at your jersey and you turn around to see Mason dancing round looking up at the screen. Sure enough the camera had landed on him and he was in heaven. You wave and then the video cuts to Josh shooting on the ice. You gulp and Amy places her hand on your shoulder.
“So pedis tomorrow, you ready for some girl time?” Amy distracts you and you are thankful for it.
“I sure am!” Michelle chimes in and you shake your head to agree.
The game goes well. Michelle took Mason to get popcorn between the 2nd and 3rd period and Amy climbs into his seat. Gary was engrossed in a conversation with the man next to him.
“You are doing well with this.” Amy pats your leg and you look down to try to control your blush.
“I don’t feel like I am usually.” You honestly tell her as the boys come back out to warm up.
“It comes with time Honey and you’ve got time from what I see.” Amy points as Josh makes another pass fully keeping his eyes on you and only you. Your heart skips a beat. He had a way of making you feel like no one else was in the room even when you were in a stadium filled with tons of hockey fans.
The buzzer sounded and the boys won 2 to 1. You grab Mason’s hand and head to see Josh. In the elevator you see Mason tug at Gary’s vest. Gary looks down, “So what was Josh like when he played hockey at my age?” Mason had the most serious look on his face and then lets out the biggest yawn.
Gary leans down to Mason’s level, “I’ve seen video of you skate and he wasn’t as good as you are now but promise you won’t tell him, okay?” He winks at Mason and stands back up when the elevator doors open. Amy nudges you as you take in the moment.
Rounding the corner that leads to the locker rooms you here Mason shout Josh’s name and before you can grab him he takes off. Josh is standing in the hallway being interviewed...with a camera. Josh holds up his finger to Mason without skipping a beat in the interview and grabs his hand. The interviewer finishes and heads into the locker room with Amy on his heals. Josh scoops up Mason and they are chatting when you make your way to his side. He pulls you in whispering how much he loved you then places a kiss on the top of your head. You say goodbye to his parents and Josh grabs your hand to head to the car. Pulling out of the drive was easier than the first time. Josh has his hand on your thigh and you are rubbing your hand through his hair.
“I’m not sure what they said on television about you and Mason but he was adorable dancing on the big screen.” Josh squeezes your knee and your hand stops moving.
“What do you mean...television?” You gulp.
“Well Dubi pointed up to the screen when he saw Mason and I had to look away when they moved out to show you. Too distracting.” He breathes out a laugh and continues, “well normally what’s on the screen is what is on the televised broadcast. They usually just talk about the game and our stats not what they are actually showing. No worries.” He moves his hand up your leg as he waits for you to process.
“So are you two staying the night?” He doesn’t break his eyes from the road.
“Yeah, I thought it would be silly to go home just to come right back. Our bags are in the car.” You stare at Josh and see the corners of his mouth turn up.
“I was hoping you would say that. I’m looking forward to our dudes day tomorrow.” His eyes flash to Mason and hand squeezes your leg.
“It’s a big step, you know, keeping him....” You jump out of the car to help Josh get Mason inside.
“Yeah, but I think we got this.” Josh leads you into his place and you two tuck Mason in to his guest bedroom then retreat to his room.
You wake up to laughter and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Slipping out of bed, you find one of Josh’s shirts and shorts he left out and head towards the noise. You take in the moment. Cartoons on in the living room, Mason standing on a chair leaning into Josh who showing him how to scoop the bread out of the french toast mix. You grab a coffee and lean in to see. Josh places his hand on the small of your back and a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Momma, we wanted to make you breakfast before your girls day out.” Josh continues to help Mason and Mace shakes his head in agreement. “So go ahead and get ready so we can finish this.” he leads you out of the kitchen and you catch a glimpse of Mason in full concentration mode as you head down the hall. You quickly get ready and join the boys at the table.
“So I left a key on the counter for you in case we go down to the Mile or something so you don’t have to wait. Also, there is a package being delivered while I’m on the road. I was hoping you could bring it in for me.” Josh doesn’t look up from his breakfast.
“Yeah, I think I can handle that. What’s the package?” You ask and Josh just smirks at you.
“Oh you will see.” As he stands up to answer the door. Amy busts in the room with her arms wide open.
“Let’s go get our pedis on (y/n)!” She engulfs you in a hug as Seth greets you and finds a place on the couch. Mason quickly joins him to catch up on the episode on the television.
“Have fun babe.” Josh kisses you and you nod into him. “Us dudes are sure going to.” With that Amy practically pulls you out and to her car.
Michelle greets you at the nail salon with mimosas in hand. You settle in and immediately Amy is taking pictures and videos. You laughed so hard at Amy and Michelle’s banter that your side hurt. It was so good to just be around women. Then Michelle puts her hand on yours, “So do you really love him?” Her simple question has a lot of power behind it. You look down at your empty glass and look back at Michelle with water welling in your eyes.
“I do.” You breathe out. You absolutely loved Josh but telling his mother was a big deal that weighed on you.
“Well I can tell you I’ve never seen my son so in love with someone. He loves you more than hockey and baseball. He loves Mason just as much. It’s something special you two have.” She pats your hand again and releases it so you can wipe the tear that started streaming down your check.
“Well Shell, I’m still mad Seth didn’t see her first.” And with that Amy got you laughing again. “Let’s go round up those boys of ours huh?” You said your goodbyes to Michelle and followed Amy back to her car.
Josh didn’t answer your text about coming home but you thought Mason must have had him running around. As you enter his place you take in the surroundings. You see a knee hockey goal set up in the hallway and a giant blanket fort around the couch. Seth is sitting in the chair playing a video game. You scan the room again but you don’t here or see Josh and Mason. You eye Seth who points under the blanket fort. You bend down to see Mason asleep on Josh’s chest. You snap a picture and here Josh clear his throat.
“Did you just post that?” He groggy voice and rubbing of his eyes proves he was napping too.
“I mean it’s adorable...unless I should delete it and post my cute pedi!” You wiggle your toes at him.
“Progress. I like it.” Josh gives you a smirk. You say goodbye to Seth and Amy. Thanking Amy again. Then crawl in the fort snuggling into Josh’s side as he shifts Mason to put his arm around you. Kissing your slightly he asks about your girls day.
“Your mom told me that you love me more than hockey.” You look up at Josh. He smiles simply and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.
“She’s 1000% correct.” He kisses you again and you snuggle into his chest with Mason.
#josh anderson#my andy man 77#skating lessons fic#columbus blue jackets#rewrite because i'm not smart all the time
79 notes
·
View notes
Text
not too far away - s.m. (part four)
a/n: where they attend a hockey game, fight, then make up
warnings: 6.5k words of silent car rides, screaming, crying, and long hugs
IV. at sixes and sevens
him
It was only a day after the coffee meeting and Shawn was already on his way back towards Y/N’s door except for this time, he was dressed in a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey and had two hockey tickets stuffed in his pocket. So far the only person who knew about his plan to get Y/N to go to the game with him was Aaliyah considering she had found the tickets on the desk in Shawn’s room while he was taking a shower.
He had found her holding them when he wandered back into the room and had to shush her from how excited she became at the mention of Y/N. Thankfully by the end of it, Aaliyah had promised to not say anything to mom and dad. It’s not like Shawn wanted his parents to not know, he did but he knew if they got involved they would do anything they could to fix this mess and Shawn needed to do this himself.
It was around twelve-thirty when he pulled into the driveway of the large house and he felt like it was the first night all over again. Like he was about to knock and find her stood in the doorway pretty eyes wide in shock. He had climbed the front steps and had to take a second to breathe before he knocked. He felt almost as nervous as the first time, now worried that she would see him and slam the door in his face. He was relieved though when it was the older Y/L/N sibling that opened the door. As soon as James locked eyes onto the tall Canadian, he smiled glad to see that it hadn’t all gone to shit, yet.
Unknown to Shawn, after Y/N had gotten home after her class she stormed straight up to her room and locked herself inside giving James the conclusion that it hadn’t gone well at all. He thought that Shawn might have found out the secret Y/N had been keeping from him but from the way Shawn was smiling at James on the doorstep, it was easy to see that she had not told him after all which didn’t explain why she was so upset.
“Mendes, long time no see,” James chuckled instantly opening the door for Shawn to come in.
Shawn’s smile widened as he entered, “Yeah.”
As Shawn followed James through the house, he was more terrified than he looked because there was a chance that Shawn would have to deal with getting rejected by Y/N in front of her whole family. It was a Sunday, so there was no doubt that they were home, and as he entered through the kitchen he was instantly met with music blasting throughout the room.
Don’t Worry Be Happy by Bob Marley, Shawn noted. The windows were open letting in a small breeze, and the door that led out towards the large wooden porch was opened as well. No one was in the kitchen and instantly Shawn thought that everyone was probably outside. Walking through the door, he paused as he walked out feeling his heart jump in his chest.
His eyes locked on Y/N’s form and he didn’t take in anyone else. Her hair was the same way it had been the day before but now just a little messier as her face was now bare from any makeup and she was dressed in an oversized tee and a pair of white pajama pants. A large fluffy grey blanket was wrapped around her shoulders as she stared forward out towards the backyard of the house and all the land that her parents owned. Her bottom lip was pushed out into a pout and her nose was turning a light shade of red letting Shawn know she had probably been out here for a while.
“Shawn Mendes, well if this isn’t a surprise,” Brad, Mr. Y/L/N, had shouted letting his newspaper fall into his lap.
Y/N’s eyes snapped towards where Shawn was standing and they widened slightly as they landed on him. He sent her a small smile before his attention moved away from her towards her father, “Yeah it is, good afternoon.”
Shawn’s pearly whites were on display as he sent a glance at James who was leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed over his chest, and a smug grin on his lips. Brad looked at his daughter from the corner of his eye and never thought this would be her reaction at seeing Shawn after all this time. In fact, it didn’t seem right, almost like this wasn’t the first time she was seeing him again.
As Shawn sent another glance towards the porch, he then realized the absence of Katherine, Y/N’s mother. He didn’t question it though knowing that she was a busy woman and was probably running errands or whatever most moms did on a daily basis.
“So what can we do for you, kind sir?” Brad asked squinting from the sunlight that was hitting him in the eye.
“Well actually,” Shawn motioned towards Y/N who was staring at him with furrowed brows in confusion, “I’m going to need you to get dressed.”
She only got even more confused as Shawn began to dig into this pocket for the tickets. He pulled them out and showed them to her with a smirk forming on his lips, “That is if you don’t want to be late.”
He watched as her face turned to one of shock as she read over the tickets and after about a minute of staring towards them in disbelief, she peeled herself from the lawn chair she was sitting in and made her way inside. Shawn felt a wave of relief wash over him instantly that she wasn’t rejecting his offer and actually was going to go despite what had happened the morning before at the coffee shop.
With a satisfied grin, Bradley also stood from his chair and as he walked by Shawn to get to the door gave him a soft pat on the shoulder, “It’s good to have you back, Shawn.”
Shawn chuckled and smiled at the feeling of it being just like old times. He walked over towards a grinning James and leaned against the porch railing next to him. James chuckled, “Wow hockey tickets. You’re really bringing out the big guns.”
Nodding, Shawn shrugged, “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Yesterday didn’t go well I take it?” James asked watching as a small frown formed on Shawn’s face.
“Could barely get any words out of her. She was fine for the first few minutes and she was back to her teasing self. It felt like old times but then it went all downhill. She left when I tried to ask what had happened to us,” Shawn sighed rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “I honestly thought she was going to reject my offer to go to the hockey match today.”
“Nah,” James chuckled, “She couldn’t ever reject hockey tickets.”
Shawn rolled his eyes and shoved James in the shoulder for his sarcastic remark before silence fell over the two men and Shawn frowned again. “Do you know why all of this shit happened?”
James sent Shawn a sad smile before he lied, “No, not entirely. It’s her shit to share, not mine. I don’t know what’s going on in her head half the time.”
Shawn huffed as he collapsed into the lawn chair Y/N had been sitting in minutes ago, “These last four years have been miserable without her.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Shawn mumbled while chewing on the bottom of his lip, “I just need her back.”
James nodded as he took a seat next to Shawn and placed a hand on the singer’s shoulder in comfort as Shawn continued, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave her again if things don’t work out. If I can’t fix this I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“I know all of this is fucked up but it will all be fine,” James reassured as he leaned back in the chair and placed his hands behind his neck a grin forming on his lips, “Now tell me, how are the girls in LA?”
Shawn couldn’t help but chuckle as James tried to lighten the situation and at that moment felt grateful for the man who had always been there for him ever since they were kids. The next few minutes, Shawn began to talk about the tour and the album he had just released and felt grateful that James sat there and listened. He was about to ask James about the trip to Venice he had heard about from his parents when her voice had called out to him from the doorway.
“Shawn,” her voice sounded just as small as it had at the coffee shop.
He looked up to find her in a Toronto Maples Leaf sweatshirt and a pair of jeans and her hair now pulled up into a small ponytail, just like it had the night he came to the house. He sent her a warming smile and knew that she was trying so hard to not smile back. “You ready?” he asked standing as she gave him a nod in reply.
“Well we’re out,” Shawn said looking down at James who was still sprawled across the chair.
“Alright, have fun. Drive safe.” James replied not bothering to open his eyes as he soaked in the sunlight from the early spring weather.
Shawn shook his head and laughed as he turned on his heels and walked back into the house and through the kitchen, Y/N following behind him. She didn’t say anything and neither did he as they made it outside and climbed into his black jeep. Sat in the driver’s seat, he buckled his seat belt and watched as Y/N gazed around at the car she was sat in, obviously surprised.
“You good?” Shawn asked laughter laced in his words.
She turned towards him to see his teasing look and though she didn’t return the smile she spoke a single word, “Yeah.”
She buckled her seatbelt and leaned back, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she relaxed into the leather seat. Shawn couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable she was despite what they were going through right now. He wanted more than anything for them to return to their laughing crazy friendship but he couldn’t deny that he found shy Y/N just as adorable considering he’d never seen this side of her before.
One thing he wasn’t too excited though for was this forty-minute drive. He didn’t know why he considered driving back into the city when he had done it the day before. There and back. He now felt stupid because though he was about to go watch a hockey match he would have to deal with this silence for the whole drive and that was something he wasn’t ready for. So as he began to pull out of the driveway, he turned up the radio filling the car with the start of New Rules by Dua Lipa.
Y/N watched Shawn in silence as he pulled on his black sunglasses from the glove compartment and began to hum to the music. Her eyes were tracing over his hand that was gripping the steering wheel while his other one, the one with the swallow, tapped to the beat of the song on the console. She looked up across his arms and broad shoulders to his thick neck that had one vein on the side pulsing under his skin. She traced the sharpness of his jaw and his tousled curls, noticing that single curl pushed back and out of his face.
That’s when her sparkling pupils landed on his plump rosy lips. She stared at the way he bit into the bottom of his lip or how his tongue would dart out to wet them. He was doing it on purpose but she didn’t know that. Shawn had noticed her eyes were on him right away and couldn’t help but like every second that they were. It made him feel like maybe there was something still there in her that cared so much for him. There had to have been if she agreed to come with.
An annoyed huff escaped her mouth and she turned away from him to look out her window. Forehead leaning against the cool glass, she kept breathing in and out quietly as Shawn’s heavenly voice filled the car. It seemed like Shawn knew every song because whatever came onto the radio he was humming or singing and after a while in the car he had thought it put Y/N to sleep. She wasn’t asleep, she just felt like she couldn’t move as she stared at the landscape that they passed.
They were minutes away from the stadium and Shawn was feeling more excited the closer they got because not only was this a way to get closer to Y/N but also to go watch some hockey which he hadn’t done in a while. The music was even louder in the car considering he had turned it up when a Drake song had come on but it wasn’t loud enough to cut out the sound of his phone ringing from the console.
Y/N shifted at the noise and turned to look at the screen the same time Shawn had. Shawn swallowed the saliva in the back of his throat and let out an annoyed grunt as he chose to ignore it. Y/N kept glancing from him to the phone as Shawn tried to ignore it and focus back on God’s Plan by Drake.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Y/N said, finally speaking as her eyes traced back over at Lauren’s name that illuminated the screen.
Shawn shook his head as his hand tightened around the steering wheel, “Nope. Today it’s just you and me.”
He sent her a glance and watched as her lips lifted slightly in the corners into a smile and Shawn swore he felt his stomach flutter at the sight. They went on like they hadn’t seen the phone call in the first place. Shawn went back to singing the last few remaining lines of the Drake song and this time instead of turning away back to the window, Y/N looked at Shawn and listened as the song came to an end.
“That was God’s Plan by Drake,” the radio host’s voice came through the car speakers, “Next pop sensation Shawn Mendes’s In My Blood.”
Shawn’s body tensed up as the song, his song began to play and if it were anybody else in the passenger seat he might have let it played but because this was Y/N and he was trying to convince her that everything was fine and normal he couldn’t leave his song playing. He reached towards the radio and with a click of a button changed the station to something else.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair sneaking a glance towards Y/N hoping she was okay in the passenger seat next to him. He thought maybe she would turn back towards the window and ignore him for the next four minutes until they got to the stadium but instead she leaned forward towards the radio and switched the station back. Shawn’s voice flowed out of the speakers as the chorus of the song hit.
As Y/N dropped her hand back at her side, it grazed the top of Shawn’s that still sat on top of the console. She tried to ignore it and instead looked forward out of the front window towards the busy streets of Toronto. Shawn smiled again at her shy behavior before looking back at the road humming under his breath to his own song.
Pulling into the parking lot, that remained close to the entrance of the stadium, he unbuckled his seat belt and turned the car off. He got out and jogged over towards the passenger side to see Y/N reaching for the door but he quickly grabbed the handle and opened it for her.
“Thanks,” she mumbled as she got out of the jeep and followed Shawn towards the front doors that were filling with people who were trying to get in.
He stepped into one of the lines and felt as Y/N’s body leaned into his back trying to remain close throughout the chaos that was forming. Shawn had never been so happy that all of the noise wasn’t about him and that he was just another person in the crowd because he didn’t know what he would’ve done if a bunch of people recognized him and tried to swarm them.
It wouldn’t end well and probably cause Y/N to say less to him than she already was. Walking in, they approached the security guard and for a short second, he stared at Shawn’s face as if he was trying to identify who he was but the guard just shook his head and scanned Shawn’s ticket. Shawn moved into the stadium’s lobby and watched as Y/N scrambled after him, eyes frantic as she looked at all the people around.
Glancing towards the ticket in his hand, Shawn started to make his way towards where the seats were located. She followed close behind almost running into him with every step. Without so much as a thought, Shawn reached back and clasped her hand in his and knew that he hadn’t crossed a line when she didn’t shake his hand out of hers.
They entered into the rink and Shawn began to weave his way through the aisles of people until he found their seats that were placed near the end. He let Y/N go in before him leaving him with the aisle seat and sat down into the seat with a heavy sigh leaving his lips. The ice was empty as the benches were filled with each team listening to their coach talk. Shawn turned his head to look at Y/N to see her on the edge of her seat looking towards the ice and her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth.
“What do you think?” Shawn asked raising his voice to be heard through how loud it was getting within the building.
“It’s amazing,” she replied leaning closer to Shawn for him to hear and her eyes moved from the ice towards him now realizing how close she had gotten to him. He smiled towards her, cheeks starting to turn its normal rosy color.
Though she didn’t return the smile, Shawn could see the way her eyes gleamed as they looked back at him. Maybe their friendship wasn’t completely dead after all.
+
her
You were leaned forward in your seat watching as one of Maple Leafs players brought the puck down the ice heading straight for the goal. The score was currently 4-3 Maple Leafs and this had been one of the most exciting games you had seen. Plus, nobody seemed to recognize Shawn in the middle of it all or maybe they had and just respected him enough to not approach. Either way the whole time it had only been him and you like he had promised.
Sending a glance towards Shawn, you held in a smile at how he was sat. He was on the edge of his seat, legs spread apart and hands intertwined between them. His eyebrows were furrowed as he watched the game and his tongue was starting to poke out of the corner of his mouth. You shook your head, starting to pick up on the things that never changed about Shawn.
It made you realize how much you missed him. More than you had when he was gone and it made you feel even worse about being sat next to him. You didn’t think you deserved this, deserved Shawn. He was too good to be true and though sending him away had hurt him, you knew that it was always the best decision you had ever made about your friendship.
Too consumed in Shawn and thinking about Shawn, you hadn’t noticed the Maple Leafs scored again. You probably wouldn’t have noticed if Shawn hadn’t let out a scream of joy eyes shining as he stared at the ice. His head then turned and his amber eyes met yours. He was slightly shocked to find you already looking at him but smiled warmly as you reverted your attention back to the ice.
“Hey, I’m going to go get something to drink,” he leaned forward to talk near your ear, “Do you want anything?”
“What?” you asked not hearing me the first time.
“Do you want anything from the concession stand?” he tried again.
Eyes still locked onto the ice, you replied, “Yeah a water, please.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” he said standing up glancing towards the ice before back to you, “You going to be alright?”
You nodded, “Yeah I’m fine.”
He sent one more smile before he began to dart up the steps of the arena taking two steps at a time clearly on a mission to get back as fast as possible. You chuckled silently before bringing your attention back to the match but before you could a man caught your eye. Only because his gaze was transfixed on you.
He looked to be just a little bit older than you with dark skin and curly black hair. He stared at you, up and down, with his bright green eyes and it caused a shiver to move down your back and not in a good way. Turning back towards the ice, you chose to ignore him and tried to shake off his gaze as you waited for Shawn.
It only was a few minutes before you noticed Shawn making his way towards the seat a smile still plastered across his rosy lips. He was only a few rows up when he was stopped by a few girls sat in the seats. You assumed they asked for a picture since they stood up and pulled their phones out from their pockets. Without a second of hesitation, Shawn was taking pictures with the girls and you felt a small smile form on your lips at how sweet he was to never deny a fan.
At the same time though, it felt weird to you because you were in no way used to seeing Shawn be stopped for pictures or autographs. Giving them hugs, he then continued his way down to you. He sat down in the chair and seemed slightly out of breath.
“Your water,” he presented handing you the bottle and you smiled though you tried not to. You found Shawn was starting to break past this wall you had built and you found yourself letting him, though you were terrified at what he might find.
You continued to stare at him as he took a drink from the cup in his hand but upon sensing your gaze he turned, “What?”
“Do you always take pictures with your fans?” you asked curiously falling back into your seat, eyes trained towards him.
He smiled, that dang smile, you had found made you melt, “As often as I can. You know I wouldn’t be where I am without them.”
You nodded understandingly, eyes looking back towards the ice but able to pick out the strange man still sneaking you glances from a few seats down. You sighed and focused back on why you were here in the first place. Hockey.
The hockey match ended with the Toronto Maple Leafs pulling out a win 6-4 and as soon as it had come to an end, Shawn was dragging you up behind him to get out through the crowd. It was worse than when you had gotten there and it seemed like every step you took you were bumping into a person. You found yourself gripping onto Shawn’s forearm as you stood in the lobby.
People surrounded you and each second you prayed that no one would notice him because if they all started to move into your direction there wasn’t a way for you to get out but so far it seemed that you blended in with everyone else who was just trying to leave the arena.
As people slowly started to file out, you didn’t feel it at first. You thought it was someone who had just accidentally bumped you, but then you felt it again and it was harder. Pressing yourself closer towards Shawn, you then felt the two hands grip towards your hips. You glanced over your shoulder and instantly came face to face with the guy that had been staring at you during the match his terrifying green eyes up close and personal. You shuddered as his grip tightened on you.
You untucked yourself from within Shawn’s side to try and push off the guy who had his grip on you but it didn’t do much as he only pressed his fingers deeper into your sides. The pain started to form as his fingernails dug into the small pink tissue that had been scarred for a few years now. Soon Shawn noticed that you weren’t as close as him and when he turned he instantly saw the man who was way too close to you for both of your comfort. He stepped closer and shoved the man harshly by the shoulders.
“Hey, get off of her!” Shawn raised his voice, as his face twisted into one of anger.
The man’s hands were no longer on you anymore, but you could still feel where they were. You began to rub at your scar that his harsh grip had been on as his face twisted into a grin at Shawn’s outburst. “What are you going to do? Fucking punch me? ”
Shawn took a step forward as the man mocked him and you tried to reach out to him but it was no use. There were so many people around and there wasn’t a lot of room to move but Shawn looked sure that he was going to pummel this guy and if one thing was for sure it was that Shawn was not a violent guy. “Is the Shawn Mendes going to actually punch me? I can’t believe that for one second. Someone better get a fucking video of that,” the guy continued.
Shawn’s steps came to a halt and you could see the way his back was tensing up at how loud the guy was speaking. He had announced Shawn’s name and like a switch, it seemed like everyone’s eyes had landed in your direction. You could see recognition form in people’s eyes as they looked towards Shawn and with each second that passed, it seemed like they were getting closer like they were going to all swallow you whole into the crowd.
It was like the noise level heightened too as everyone moved to get closer to Shawn and as soon as the security guards noticed the outbreak that was forming they tried to get it under control, but there were so many people and so few of them. Shawn’s eyes turned to slits towards the guy who smirked glancing from you to him. It looked like even though you were surrounded by people who all were trying to get to Shawn, he still looked like he was about to punch this guy straight in the face.
Quickly, it became too much for you. All of the people, all of the screaming. You felt your breathing begin to become uneven and gently pushing your way towards Shawn, you grabbed his arm gently. “Shawn.”
He turned and his eyes fell on you noticing the frantic state you were in. He could see how scared and overwhelming this had become and you were relieved when he moved away from the guy to you. He gripped your hand tightly in his and began to make his way through the crowd towards the front door as everyone made an effort to get as close to him as possible.
“I need you all to back up!” he yelled but nobody listened, “Please let us through.”
He shoved his way through the crowd and with each second longer spent in that building you could feel yourself going crazy. You were gripping onto Shawn for dear life and with every brush or shove from someone you felt your body tense. It was even worse when someone had all out screamed and stepped right on your foot. You stumbled behind Shawn and could feel the tug of his arm as you struggled to get through. He turned and pulled you into his back, one hand gently wrapping around your hip. You closed your eyes and breathed in Shawn’s scent able to smell him and his cologne as you walked refusing to let him go.
You had never been so relieved when you felt the breeze hit your flushed and sweaty skin as the sun fell onto your face. Shawn pulled you along towards the parking lot as some people continued to follow screaming after Shawn. As you made it to his jeep, he harshly pulled the passenger door open and shoved you inside ignoring the calls of his name.
He jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot as fast as he could. Sweat had formed above his eyebrow and he wiped it away as he began to drive down the city streets in the direction to get home. He had slowed down and kept sneaking you glances as you sat in the seat arms wrapped around yourself unable to speak.
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed reaching over towards your right hand that was gripping your left arm tightly, “Y/N-”
He spoke your name and even though it sounded like music to your ears, you couldn’t help but ripe your arm away from him and push yourself farther into the passenger door, “Don’t! Just don’t, Shawn!”
He huffed before turning back to the road knowing the rest of the car ride would be like this, silent and unbearable.
+
him
Forty minutes later, Shawn had pulled into her driveway. He turned the car off and silence once again sat between them. He turned to look at her to find her staring forward arms crossed over her chest. Shawn couldn’t help it. What happened at the match had ended their good afternoon fast and he felt like whatever he did wouldn’t be good enough to get his best friend back.
He was frustrated and angry. Every time she opened herself a little bit more to him, she would slam the door in his face. For the past four years, he’s been confused and lost because they were spent without her and she had no valid reason why this happened. He was mad and he wasn’t able to keep it in any longer.
“Fuck!” he screamed slamming his fist against the steering wheel.
Y/N jumped slightly in her seat, eyes locking on him as his head fell back against his seat face pulled in frustration.
“Why?” Shawn yelled towards her eyes wide, “Why is it like this? I don’t understand. I fucking leave to do what I’ve always wanted and you support me yet as soon as I’m gone you decide that you don’t want to be friends anymore. You were the one person that I thought supported me the most and then you just fucking disappear! Why would you do that to me?”
His face was starting to turn red and he was so mad he felt like he could cry as he was finally letting out everything he had been holding in for years. Y/N looked just as frustrated and mad as he was.
“I did support you. I do support you!” she yelled back.
“No, you clearly fucking don’t! You left me and I needed you!” Shawn huffed tugging on his curls.
Y/N turned her whole body towards Shawn in the seat and looked towards him with pain in her eyes, “I needed you! I needed you, Shawn! But you weren’t here and I knew it was better for you not to be!”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Shawn growled eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a scowl.
“It means that I did what was best for you despite what I wanted!” she screamed.
Shawn let out a dry laugh, one that sounded cold and in no way was something Y/N was used to, “Best for me. You thought that was best for me. What was best for me was having my best friend! It was getting to call her almost every day and tell her about everything that was happening. Good and bad. What was best for me was you!”
Y/N felt her words get lodged in her throat at his words. The way he said them sounded harsh and rude but it was only because of how upset he was. What she did truly hurt him and he could only hope it was getting his point across. He watched as Y/N sunk back into her seat clearly defeated and a big sigh passed through her lips.
“I needed you. I need you, Y/N,” Shawn begged his voice cracking.
She looked towards him, sadness filling her eyes. He hoped more than anything that she would give in and just hug him. That she could make everything better but he knew that as soon as the guilt showed on her face that things may never get better. She sent him one more glance before she opened the door of the Jeep and bolted out heading straight into the house. His head fell onto the steering wheel and felt all hope disappear.
Shawn took a deep breath before he started the car again and pulled out of the driveway taking a second to stare at the house he used to call a second home before he began to drive around the block towards his own house, heart at the bottom of his stomach.
+
her
You couldn’t face anyone after your argument with Shawn. He didn’t understand because you couldn’t tell him. The words were on the tip of your tongue as he screamed at you but you didn’t say them. You left him still confused and with no explanation. You knew what you were doing was hurting him but it was hurting you more and he didn’t see that because he didn’t know. You went through way worse than he did without him for the last four years and he would never see that and it killed you that you couldn’t find the courage to tell him.
As soon as you got inside your house, you had run to your room and locked yourself in. You took a long shower and then climbed into bed not bothering to answer your mother’s calls about dinner or if you were alright. You weren’t alright and you felt like you were never going to be because of the fear that filled your body.
For hours you stared at the wall, not able to move or speak. You felt broken and you had never been in this much pain except for two years ago when you were tangled in sheets in that fucking hospital bed, wires sticking out of your arms. You sighed, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You kept contemplating about what you should do, the only answer you got was that you needed Shawn. You needed him so bad.
Finally, you got off your bed, instantly feeling how stiff your body was from not moving for so long. You looked towards the table on the side of your bed at the clock that read eleven-thirty. Moving towards your bedroom door, you unlocked it and walked down the stairs. It was quiet in the house and all the lights were off meaning everyone was in bed.
Without a second glance around the house, you walked outside with only your slippers, a pair of light blue pajama pants, and a grey tank top. You didn’t think about grabbing a coat or putting on proper shoes because you only had one thought in mind and that was to get around the block as fast as possible.
As soon as the house was in view, you broke out into a jog to get to the door. You didn’t care if it wasn’t him that opened the door or if you looked absolutely insane you just needed to see him. As you got onto the front step, you peaked in through the window near the door to see a light illuminating a figure on the couch in the living room.
It was a TV, you noticed, and you knew it was Shawn who was sat on the couch just by the way he kept tugging on his curls. You instantly began to knock. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you couldn’t control the need of being in his arms. You were practically shaking from the cold mixed with how nervous you were when he opened the door.
Shawn’s eyes landed on you and you could tell he was confused. He took in your lack of warm clothes and stepped forward to speak. Before he could say anything though, you leaped out onto him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your face found comfort in his neck. You were standing on your tiptoes as you pulled him down to be as close to you as possible.
His arms wrapped around your lower back and instantly you were engulfed in his warmth and his scent and everything Shawn. You held him as tight as you could, scared he would disappear and you knew he was holding you just as tight as his lips were pressed into your bare shoulder.
“Oh, thank god,” he mumbled against your skin as his hand rubbed up and down your back.
Your breath fanned across his neck and your eyes were closed trying to hold onto this moment for as long as you could. Your hand had moved and began to stroke the hair on the back of his head and your fingers were tangling with his curls. “I’m sorry, Shawn. You don’t deserve this.”
“Shh,” he hushed placing a kiss at the base of your neck causing you to tremble in his arms.
For the first time in four years, you were finally at peace. It was the comfort of your best friend’s arms that you had been craving and missing ever since he left. Though you could have had this so much sooner if you had told him those words so long ago you didn’t regret not telling him. And, you definitely didn’t regret leaving him though it caused pain to you both because if you hadn’t he might not be the Shawn Mendes that everyone knows and loves now.
He might have just been Shawn, your Shawn. No, you didn’t regret it because it made this moment where he held you so much better because it made you realize how right you were to let him go and you only hoped that he would understand that as soon as you decided to tell him the truth. As soon as you decided to admit and whisper those three little words. I was sick.
next part
#shawn mendes#shawn mendes imagine#shawn mendes fanfiction#shawn mendes fanfic#my writing#shawn peter raul mendes#shawn mendes angst#shawn#mendes#shawn x reader#shawn x y/n#shawn x you
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
Indecent Exposure - Sidney Crosby
Word Count: 1,682
Requested: Yes
Warnings: NSFW, Language, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up kids) Masturbation
Notes: I took the liberty of combining two requests from the prompt list. Hope you guys don’t care. Would love your feedback...haha!
The Pens had a huge victory against the Capitals that night, and since there was a bit of a break everyone decided to go out after the win. You and Sid joined the group, everyone laughing and dancing. You'd even got up and done some karaoke with the girls. You guys were really just having the time of your life.
It was shortly after midnight, that you glided your hands around Sidney's waist as he was in mid-conversation with Letang and Geno, for once not actually talking about hockey. When he paused you whispered into his ear, "how about we head home for the night?" You let your hands slide down his thighs then back up, hoping to insinuate what you wanted when you finally got there.
He turned around and gave you a quick peck. "In a little bit babe, ok?" It wasn't the answer you were looking for, but you gave him a quick 'fine' before heading back over with the rest of the girls.
An hour later, you were still at the bar. Sid was still in deep conversation with the guys, though he did glance over from time to time. You'd make a show every time that he did. Running your fingers up and down the long neck bottle of your hard cider. Exposing a little more cleavage from time to time as you undid a button on the shirt you were wearing. You could tell it was slowly driving him insane, but then it was his choice to stay at the bar.
He was standing there with the guys just casually leaning against the table. The sight of him almost too much for you. You wanted to be home, naked and in bed with the man right this instant, but instead you tortured by his thick thighs and his juicy ass at the moment. You were left with no recourse but to do the one thing that you knew would drive him over the edge. It was only a minute before he looked your way and you pulled the signature move out. As soon as you did, he was excusing himself from the table and headed your way.
"Stop biting your lip, you know that drives me crazy." He whispered low in your ear, so the other ladies wouldn't hear.
"Does it?" You played all innocent when you knew it would get you the one thing that you wanted.
"Well guys, it's been fun, but I think we're going to head out for the night." He announced to the group at large. You mumbled a goodbye as he dragged you off, the girls all laughing knowingly as you left. As soon as you got to the car, he pressed your body up against it and kissed you hard. His mouth crushing yours and stealing your breath away. It wasn't often that Sid got like this, so needy and demanding, but when he did you knew you were in for it. "Why do you have to tease like that?" He practically growled. His mouth closed back over yours before you could answer.
His hand skated down to your hips, trapping you against the car as he pressed one of his meaty thighs between your legs. Automatically, you ground down on to him, seeking some sort of friction to ease your aching pussy. He nipped at your neck then, leaving little bite marks as he went. "Is this what you wanted baby girl?"
A whimper escaped your lips. It was, but it wasn't enough at the same time. You wanted, no needed more. Sid must have sensed your urgency, as he undid the button of your jeans and rolled the zipper down. His hand snuck inside pushing your panties to the side as his calloused finger found your clit. "So, fucking wet. Have you been like this all night?"
You nodded a yes, unable to speak at the moment, as he tweaked your little nub and pushed his thigh into your cunt at the same time. You were so close, the orgasm just skating to the surface, and then he stopped. Hand still pressing your hip into the car to hold you steady, as he removed his thigh and fingers. "Fuck, Sid." You whined. "Stop teasing me."
"Oh baby, I haven't begun to tease you. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine." He pecked your lips, before releasing you to open your car door. "Now you have something to think about on the car ride home."
You slid into the passenger's seat, then waited for Sid to get in. There were two ways you could handle this, be a good girl, and just wait till you get home, or get yourself off while Sid drove. You chose the latter. As soon as the car started down the street, you reclined the seat back a bit, before slipping your hands inside your still unzipped jeans. Sid was right, you were dripping wet, but that really wasn't much of a surprise, as you'd wanted your boyfriend all night. Your hands were a poor substitute at the moment, but if Sid wanted to be a tease, you were willing to let him know that it went both ways. You let a moan escape your lips as you found your clit.
He glanced over in your direction then. "Jesus (Y/N), what the fuck?"
"What's wrong, babe? Don't you like this game anymore?" You answered slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a sigh of pleasure.
"I'm driving for Christ's sake." An idea hit you then and you reached your other hand over the console, to unbuckle his belt. "Babe, stop that."
"Both hands on the wheel Sid." You told him as he tried to swipe your hand away. It was a weak protest as you knew he wanted you to feel him. It didn't take much to unzip his pants and find his hard cock in his boxers. You could feel the precum oozing out of the head and you slid it on his member making it a bit easier to pump him in your hand.
He hissed out his pleasure as your hand glided up and down his shaft. "Fuck baby girl." Your right hand continued to slowly circle your clit, just keeping yourself on the edge of pleasure, though you were ready to abandon that mission and wrap your lips around Sid's cock. Unconsciously, you bit your lip again just thinking about sucking him off. "Jesus, (Y/N), you gotta stop now!" You reached down and cupped his balls instead, then felt the car swerve. The action making you lose your pace. Sid pulled off the road then and put the car in park. "Pants off babe." You willingly obliged, shuffling your jeans and panties off as quickly as possible. Sid threw the seat back all the way before shoving his pants down past his knees. "Get over here." He growled as you crawled over the console to straddle him.
There was no foreplay, as you'd just spent the last several minutes at that. He simply grabbed your hips and pressed you down onto his cock while thrusting up into you at the same time. It felt like heaven. His hands slid up your sides, and under your shirt, pulling it up over your breasts so he could fondle them. His mouth found your nipple through the lace bra and he gently nibbled on it as you started to ride his dick.
You were a tangled mess of limbs in the small space, but it didn't matter as Sid was thrusting up inside you. He ripped off your shirt then, tired of fighting the fabric as it kept sliding down. Your bra was next to go as he flung it off and tossed it somewhere in the car. He grabbed your hips and held you down onto him as he used his muscular thighs to press into your core. You screamed out your pleasure, the sound filling the car. Your lips went down and found his and your tongues mimicked the actions of your bodies.
His hand snaked around somehow between you to find you clit and you realized he must be close. He tweaked and circled the little nub, causing you to moan. Your legs started to tremble as the orgasm built, only this time Sidney didn't let up. His thrusts became erratic, but his fingers continued their assault on your clit, sending you over the edge as the orgasm washed over your body. He followed you almost immediately, as he pumped several times into you before finding his release.
You slumped on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. It was a few minutes before either of you said anything. "That was…" you started to say.
"I know." He answered before there was a knock on the window which startled you both.
"Everyone ok in there?" Fuck who what that? A flashlight shown in and you tried to cover yourself as best as you could; Sid hands pressing you close to his body, as he rolled down the window.
"Um yeah…officer," Sid answered, both of you blushing furiously.
"Oh, Sid...I mean…a…Mr. Crosby," the officer stuttered. "Sorry to…a…interrupt."
"Yeah, a no….it's fine. We were just…." You hid your face in Sid's shoulder. It wasn't like he needed to explain what you were doing. You were naked with Sid's cock still semi-erect inside you. I'm sure the officer knew what you were doing.
"Um yeah…so I suggest, that maybe you take this somewhere else than the highway."
"Uh…yes, sir. We were just going to do that." Sid told him.
"Well, have a good night. Great game by the way." Oh my god, this was so utterly embarrassing but it just got worse when the cop said. "Think I could get your autograph?"
Sid being Sid, simply said, "Sure." And proceeded to sign a scrap of paper the office had. "There ya go."
"Thanks again." The officer headed off and the two of you collapsed into a fit of laughter, before heading home for round two.
#myhockey prompt list#Sidney Crosby#sidney crosby imagine#Sidney Crosby Imagines#Sidney Crosby Smut#nhl imagines#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic#nhl smut#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#hockey fanfiction#hockey smut
362 notes
·
View notes
Text
Saints & Sins [G.D] - Part 1
Summary: there's nothing that pisses Y/N off more than her own life. her family is highly religious, wealthy and nothing she'd consider fun. her surrounding is boring, but once the new guy, grayson, decides to sit right next to her, Y/N enters a new world filled with romance & fun. little did she know that this kind of fun had his shadow side to it.
Warnings: DRUG ABUSE!, this story is all about drugs, sex & a toxic relationship, if you don’t like stuff like that, you probably shouldn’t read this.
00 - Prologue
„I don’t get it, y/n! What did we do to you? How could you end up like this?”, her mother broke down in tears while looking down at her dirty, probably disgusting smelling self, “You’re the worst that could have happened to our family! Just because you needed to fall in love with this Grayson guy. The devil has sent him to test you, but you failed. You sinned just to receive a bit of pleasure instead of listening to your god!” She’s talking herself into some kind of rage but she isn’t even listening, ignoring her own mother like she did the past few months.
God here, god there. That’s all her family talks about, this weird guy that seems to live in the sky and watches us living. But how could she think him or Jesus when her mind is full of other things. Like her next shot. “Y/N, I can’t believe it! You’re not even listening to your own mother. I need to call the church so they can send father Louis to us, he needs to clean your mind! He needs to get those demons out of your thoughts.”
Suddenly, she starts praying, which Y/N’s opportunity to get out of here. She slowly walks back into her room, ignoring the cold floor on her naked feet, closes the door and smirks at the beautiful boy that’s already laying in her dirty bed. “Took you long, babe. Did your mother tell you I’m the devil’s son again? That I came straight from hell to ruin your life? Why don’t you listen to her, angel? Why won’t you leave me for your own sake?”, his fingers trail over her lips, making her already weak to the bones. Grayson chuckles, his still very muscular chest rising. His voice is full of sarcasm while his lips form the devilish grin that made her fall for him long time ago. Meanwhile, he takes the old, rusty utensils from the nightstand and slowly pours the white powder on top of the spoon. As soon as she sees his actions, her mind goes crazy and her tiny, destroyed body starts to shake from the sudden pain she feels. But Grayson takes his time preparing his own shot, holds the lighter under the spoon painfully slow.
“For fucks sake, hurry!”, her raspy voice breaks, but she bets he understood what she was saying, he just didn’t want to listen. “Gray, I can’t wait anymore!” Her cold hands were starting to shake so badly, that she was sure she couldn’t even prepare her own shot anymore but she knew Grayson, he wouldn’t do it for her, the were far past this point and he didn’t even wanted her to start this anyway. “If you’ve got enough time to prepare it that slowly, hand it over! I need it now! You know that once I’m on turkey I can’t do it myself. GIVE IT TO ME!”, she tries to rip the improvised belt out of his hand, but he just pushes her away with his foot before ramming the needle in his veins. A few seconds later, his eyes were already closing while a soft smile appears on his lips.
“Fucking son of a bitch”, she mostly mutters to herself before pulling the needle out of his arm and starts preparing her own shot of happiness. She didn’t even bother to clean the needle, if they didn’t get ill from sharing by now, it’ll probably never happen.
Her hands won’t stop shaking while cooking the substance on the dirty spoon and it gets even worse while she was trying to get it into the needle. She nearly dropped everything while searching for a good enough vein, trying not to shoot into the scar tissue, but after a few misplaced shots, she finally gets a good one that beams her somewhere else before falling asleep on Grayson’s chest.
01 - Grayson Bailey Dolan
Her life is boring. Not interesting at all. She’s been in this Christian boarding school ever since she was 6. Now she had to change to a Christian college and to be honest: it really fucking sucks.
She needs to take religion classes every day, visit the college church every Sunday and her parents seem to be the most boring humans on earth.
“Y/N, c’mon, we’re coming late to Biology!”
Have I already mentioned that her classmates suck as well? She’s never seen someone coming late to class, it’s always been her and always her. By her, I mean Y/N Y/L/N. Ugh, she knows it could’ve been worse, because there’s a guy sitting in front of her called Thaddeus, I mean… You probably know what I mean.
After lunch – strictly vegetarian, of course – and without any motivation left, she attempted the last class of the day. Her uniform was already loose because she had opened the first two buttons of her blouse, the tie hanging loosely around her neck. Which college had uniforms anyway? This was a fucking cult.
“Ms. Y/L/N, could you please put your feet back on the holy ground instead of the table? Or do you want to clean it afterwards?” Y/N huffs in annoyance, placing her feet back in front of her. Instead of mocking the teacher, she gets interrupted by the door swinging open loudly. None of those fuckers would come late to class, but nobody heard of a new student joining them. The guy that walks in seemed a bit older, he was taller and… built. He was a giant, broad shoulders, thick thighs and you could tell through his uniform shirt, that his chest was phenomenal.
“My lovely students, this is Grayson Bailey Dolan. His parents moved here from New Jersey, please don’t be rude to him! I bet he’d be glad to know all of you. Grayson Bailey, why don’t you tell the class more about yourself?”
Grayson Bailey Dolan, as the teacher told them, didn’t seem to be very affected by anything. He studies every single face, which gives Y/N the opportunity to study his. A mop of bleached hair, narrowed eyebrows and brown eyes that had the same annoyed look as hers. His plump lips were pressed into a line, probably hiding a rude commentary to his introduction.
“It’s Grayson. And I don’t see the point in introducing myself, wouldn’t want to make friends anyway.” His deep voice didn’t surprise her at all, while he begins walking towards the only empty chair – which of course led to be the one next to Y/N. She fought for this place for about two years, she would never share it. Not with him, not with anyone. “I want to sit alone”, she spat. “And I don’t care.”
“Alright, the seat next to Ms Y/L/N is empty as you already saw. Now, tell us about your hobbies, your favorite book, don’t be shy!”, their teacher still tries to make him talk, but Grayson just huffs in annoyance. “No hobbies, I don’t read, just look at the pictures, and for that I prefer the dirty ones, you know?”
“Oh, okay, well… Anyways, we’re going to start with our next topic which will be DNS and genetics. I’ll show you a little short film and you have to take some notes so we can discuss it later on. Have fun with our little friend Geni!”
With that, the teacher started some stupid clip of an alien called Geni that wants to teach genetics while being funny. Didn’t work out that well.
“Hey, is she always like that? She seems to be a bit sick in the head.” Grayson’s voice drags Y/N out of her thoughts, and she was surprised that he decided to talk to her. She shrugs her shoulders while muttering a quick “dunno”. She feels his eyes burning through her body while he was obviously checking her out, so she kept starring at him. “Is there something interesting to see? You should focus on Geni, our little friend, not my unbuttoned blouse.” With that, she continued studying his face, his jawline was very strong in contrast to his hallowed cheeks. His eyes seem to be tired because they’ve always been kind of closed while his gaze is starring somewhere else.
Just in the moment he was about to open his mouth, the teacher screams “Well that was fun! Never been so amused while learning important lections! Ha, Geni is a genius. I hoped you wrote down anything important so we can discuss them in the next lesson. Have a night evening and I hope everyone will be there to cheer on our hockey team, they have their first official match today!”
Soon, the classroom is empty, and everyone is inside their dorms. Y/N changed into something more comfy before sitting down on her desk while painting with her new oil colors.
“Wow, damn! This is sick! Looks like some kind of a trip. Do you draw often? I mean, of course you do, it looks so fucking good!” Y/N got so terrified that she nearly fell out of her chair, then she realized it was Grayson standing right next to her, his eyes on the piece of paper in front of her.
“Ehm, hi Grayson? Nice to see you, I guess, but that’s my room?” “Hi, cool room. I like your style, fits mine”, he points to her pair of joggers while opening and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he sits down on the bed which hasn’t had an owner. Yet.
“Anyways, this college sucks. I mean, it really bloody sucks. Teacher and students. Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you, but you know how it is. Everyone seems to be manipulated by god, it’s really scary. Well, I live here now, but I gotta go. See you later, alligator.”
He was soon gone and Y/N was more than confused. She was a girl, living in a dorm, not knowing there was any chance to have a boy as a roommate. Of course, sometimes boyfriend and girlfriend were able to share a room, but most of the time, it was strictly separated. Shrugging the thought off, Y/N prepared her stuff for a quick shower, still thinking about Grayson Bailey Dolan and the impact he’s going to have on her life.
The next morning already starts with a surprise, it seems like Grayson Dolan hasn’t been in there the entire night. His suitcase and most of his clothes are still spread across his bed. This boy was such a mystery.
Not even an hour later, Y/N finds herself in the first class of the day, not listening to what the teacher said, drawing in her notebook again. “Do you always draw that stuff? I mean, yesterday, today, literally all the time. Not that it bothers me, I really like it. But I wanna know what’s in your head.” She was kinda pissed about Grayson’s presence that she couldn’t ever answer his question. “Oh c’mon, don’t act like you’re listening to that bullshit this nun is talking about. And since you’re a student here, you should be drawing churches or the holy ghost or I don’t even know. But for sure not that”, he points to the burning people she drew, burning in the purgatory and her cheeks got instant red.
“Where were you last night? When I woke up I found your suitcase on your bed, just like you left it yesterday. Listen, those professors are so fucking strict, I don’t want to lose this place, okay? And one of their simplest punishments is scrubbing the church floor – which I don’t want to do either because there will be 20 Jesus figures watching you. And..” “Y/L/N, Dolan! This lesson is more precious than your conversation, seems like I have to inform both of your parents. Detention, both of you!” Their fat, disusting teacher interrupts them.
After 4 more hours of maths and religion, Y/N practically runs into her room, Grayson Dolan right behind her. “Y/N, why aren’t you talking to me? Are you angry ‘cause of the detention? Listen, I’m kinda sorry, but it’ll be just two hours of sitting there, it could be worse. And why is the ugly rat calling our parents? Y/L/N are you even listening?” She feels Grayson’s large hand on her shoulder, but shrugs it off. “Hm? Yeah, sure I am.” “You’re weird, but oh well. Are you hungry? Should we head out to Subway or McDonalds? We still have a bit of time left before detention starts and I’m starving.”
The girl is looking up to him, confusion written on her face. “Leaving? The only time you’re allowed to leave is between 3 and 7. Lunch is in the canteen, but the food is vegetarian.”
Grayson’s eyes widen in shock. “Vegetarian? Seriously? Dude, this is torture! How are you even alive?” “Dunno, never had meat, never wanted to, it’s dead animals. That’s disgusting. There’s plants for a reason, y’know?” “Sick”, Grayson nods. “Hey, Y/N! Why can’t ants go to church? ‘cause they’re insects. In-sects! Understand?”, he laughs so hard that he needed to sit down on his bed, holding his stomach. Y/N on the other hand opened the bible on her desk. “Haha, funny”, she mumbled and began to write down the daily phrases they needed to hand in the next day.
“Have you ever drunk alcohol? Or smoked? Oh, you hesitated, you’re a literal virgin. In everything! We need to change that, but first: lunch!” He drags her by her tiny hands and almost runs into the dining hall. “What’s that smell?”, he scrunches his nose, looking confused. “I don’t even know, it always smells like cabbage, but there’s never cabbage in the meals. You need to get the vegetable burger, but never the vegetable sausages. Everything with noodles or potatoes is fine, salad is okay but the soups are disgusting, got it? We can go to the city later on and find something better for you.” They both decided on getting the burger and while Y/N bites into it, Grayson takes a bite of the fries, then scrunches his nose again and adds half a bottle of ketchup onto them.
“I can show you around then, but there aren’t any cool stores to buy clothes, I usually order them once I’m home”, Y/N managed to speak while chewing her last bite of burger. “You’re pretty cool, angel. Never thought I could meet someone I’d like in here.”
147 notes
·
View notes
Text
Babysitting a couple of 20 year olds - Josh Anderson
Request: “They're so cute when they're asleep" with Josh Anderson. Both of you talking about some of his teammates??? Please and thank you!
Notes: This one turned out fluffier than I expected, but I love it
Josh and his teammates were blowing off some steam now that they had a small break in their schedule. Josh had told me after their practice earlier today that they were free for all of tomorrow before an afternoon practice the day after. So needless to say the guys were looking taking the opportunity to go a little crazier than normal at the club they had picked. Because it was a Saturday night I agreed to come along, I wasn’t giving up my limited free time with Josh. I laughed as I watched his teammates dance, if that what you wanted to call it, around on the dance floor. Most of them were so drunk that they were having a challenging time figuring out the beat of the song they were attempting to dance to.
I took a sip of my lemonade because I was designed driver for one simple reason, I had just found out a day before I was pregnant. Josh had been thrilled when I told him the news but we were holding off telling anyone us. He was currently sitting beside me and taking videos of his teammates with their bad dance movies. “This will be fun to show them when they are sober.”
“Go help Zach before he face plants onto the floor and Pierre doesn’t look to good either.”
“Yeah, girls keep buying them drink in the hopes they will come home with them.”
“I’ll go get the car, we can take the two of them home and they can crash in guest rooms. I don’t want people taking advantage of them when they are this plastered.”
“I see the protective mama bear instincts are already working at full force.”
“They started up when you brought rookies home two years in a row, if we didn’t have them over all the time for dinner I would be worried about them starving to death or spending all of their money on junk food. I had no choice but to take them in.”
“That it true. And it is one of the many reasons I love you. My wife.” We married over the summer and it was still made my heart race when he called me his wife. “I’ll go wrangle our drunken adopted toddlers while you go get the car.”
“Okay, meet you out front in 5 minutes.” Leaning in for one last kiss I smiled as I watched him make his way towards his overly drunk teammates as I headed outside to get the valet to bring up our car. I pulled my jacket around me tighter in the hopes of keeping the chilly February air away from me.
Just as I climbed into the driver’s seat Josh had successfully made it out with both Zach and Pierre in tow. They were both stumbling along and complaining as Josh got them in the back seat, before he climbed up front with me. “I think toddlers will be easier than these two.”
“I’ll remind of that when you are complaining in a few years.”
“What! Are you pregnant?! That is amazing! Pierre, did you hear that! I’m gonna be this kid’s favorite uncle!” Zach yelled as I started the drive home. The 20 minute drive home was filled with the two drunk hockey players talking about how they were going to spoil my future child and they were bickering about who would spoil the child more. It was an amusing conversation to listen to since they were both so drunk, it was hard for them to string together a complete sentence. Finally pulling into the driveway I watched as Josh started the wrangling again as I unlocked the door. Once everyone was inside I got everyone in the kitchen to hand out Tylenol and water before making some toast for the three guys watching me move through the kitchen. “You’re gonna be a great mom. You always know what we need.”
“That would be because this is not the first time I’ve taken care of a few drunk people before. I’m just trying to make the hangover a little easier.” Handing over the food I kissed Josh’s cheek as I moved towards the staircase. “I’m going to change, don’t make a mess of my kitchen.” By the time I came back downstairs in some sweatpants and one of Josh’s old tee shirts the three guys had finished their food and it looked like they were hitting the sleepy phase of being drunk. Josh still looked pretty with it so together we managed to get the two drunk hockey players upstairs and ready for bed. Eventually they both crashed in guest rooms, neither of them managed to get under any covers so I pulled out two quilts I had made to cover them with.
Standing out in the hallway we checked both rooms to make sure they would be okay if we went to bed when I spoke. “They're so cute when they're asleep.”
“Yeah, they’re okay. I’m more excited to do it with our kids. Mainly because kids can’t be nearly as challenging as two drunk guys.”
“You have obviously never babysat a sleep deprived 3 year old who doesn’t want to go to bed.”
“I haven’t but I can’t wait to experience it all with you.” Smiling I leaned into Josh's side as we headed to bed. The next morning I was the first one up so I headed downstairs to start breakfast knowing that when everyone was up they were going to want food to help with their hangovers. By the time there was movement from anything I had made french toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Josh was the first down and he kissed me as I handed him a plate. “Thank you, did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah, a little morning sickness but not too bad. Any signs from your teammates?”
“I woke them up and told them to come downstairs to eat. I don’t think the remember much of last night so they might not remember the big news.”
“Let’s not say anything, if they ask we will tell them the truth but I don’t want to broadcast it just yet.” Josh nodded into my shoulder just as Zach and Pierre stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. “Morning guys, there is coffee and lots of food. How are you guys feeling?”
“Not terrible but I’m glad we don’t have practice until tomorrow afternoon.” Pierre says as he stuffs his face full of food, as Zach was chugging a mug of coffee. I laughed as watched as the guys ate since I ate as I was cooking. “Thanks for letting us crash here and feeding us.”
“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you guys after we left last night.”
“You are going to be an awesome mom someday. And I’m gonna be the coolest uncle ever!” Zach says, Josh and I smiling at each other. It looked like our secret was safe for now.
Request are open!!!!
#nhl imagine#nhl oneshot#nhl one shot#nhl one shots#nhl fan fiction#nhl fanfic#nhl oneshots#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagines#hockey oneshots#hockey imagines#hockey imagine#hockey oneshot#hockey one shot#hockey one shots#hockey fic#hockey fanfic#hockey fan fiction#hockey fan fic#janderson#cbluejackets#mine
100 notes
·
View notes
Text
Not the Same - Part 2 (Auston Matthews)
Author’s Note: Well, so that trade happened and I’m distressed. So here’s a filler chapter that took me a dumb amount of time to write.
Word Count: 2092
Warnings: Bar creeps, drinking
Part 1
The boys had planned to help you move in before playoffs started, but that plan was only as good as your work schedule was allowing. And your car hadn’t started this afternoon, so you’d been forced to take the bus. A light sheen of sweat was slowly melting the makeup off your face as you hustled behind the bar, preparing cocktail after cocktail for an unexpected wedding party. You hadn’t dared to glance at your watch, but you knew you would be disappointed the minute you did.
This was a small bar in comparison to the one that you worked at in Raleigh, but it made up for its lack in size by the quality and price of its drinks. Though it was slightly divey, it often attracted the upper echelon of Toronto society, in need of a taste of how the other half lived. Dive bars were very in.
Greeting customer after customer turned into a routine of fake smiles and laughter, your flirtatious bar ego drowning out your own personality. I deserve a Grammy for all the bullshitting I do on a regular basis, you thought to yourself as you tried to remember the ingredients for a Mai Tai. Rum, coconut rum, pineapple juice, grenadine, shit, you focused on the drink in front of you but your mind was starting to wander, as it often did on long shifts like this one. Auston said he would come over to the apartment tomorrow to help you grab boxes, but it would have to be early, before their morning skate. It had to be nearly 1am at this point and you hadn’t even started cleaning.
“Hey beautiful,” one of the men from the party called, attempting to get your attention.
“I’ll be right with you,” you responded, barely looking up from your work, giving a drink to an already drunk bridesmaid. At least their dresses were a decent color, unlike the awful floral bowties that the groomsmen had been forced to wear. You had joked earlier to the cocktail waitress that the men would have a hard time picking up anyone with those collars on.
“You don’t have to be so rude. Smile for me why don’t you?” I would rather have all my teeth knocked out than smile at you right now.
“How about I make your drink instead? Good compromise?” You said politely, not wanting to start anything you might regret, though your filter was wearing thin.
“I like feisty women, they’re more fun to break in.” You almost visibly gagged and turned to walk away to the next customer, signaling to the other, male bartender to deal with the man.
“You do realize that she’s a person and not a horse,” a deep, angered voice came from behind the groomsman that had been harassing you. “I think you should accept the drink and go sit down.” It wasn’t often that customers stood up for you when it came to the assholes that were regulars at the bar, so you looked over, slightly surprised, to find Auston, looking especially menacing.
“Oh, man, Auston Matthews, I’m a huge fan,” you heard him say with a broken voice, attempting to eat his words. Auston simply scowled letting the man take the hint to walk away. He made no move to ask for a drink, but you opened a beer for him anyway, placing it gently on the bar.
“I can’t believe men actually act like that,” he mumbled, glancing behind him. “I mean I’ve been known to hit on a girl or two, but if they aren’t interested…”
“Shit happens, I try not to let it get to me.” You sighed, taking the moment of conversation to catch your breath. People were slowing down and choosing to sit at tables as last call approached quickly. “What brought you down to your humble neighborhood dive tonight?”
“Just the humble neighborhood bartender. Kappy told me your car broke down, so I thought I would ask if you wanted some company on your trip home.” Thankful for the dim lighting, you blushed a little. You honestly hadn’t even thought about your 3 am commute and the potential danger for a young woman, especially while tired and distracted. “I would drive you, but I’ve already had a few.” He didn’t look anywhere near drunk, but you did notice a slight flush to his tan skin.
“You really don’t mind staying that late? It takes a little while to close.”
“Not at all. The place we were at was getting pretty boring anyway. I’d rather have a conversation than be at the club right now.”
“Well, thank you. You’ll get to see all the fun stuff that I get to do. Like put up with drunk assholes and make weird fruity drinks.” If it wasn’t a Saturday night you probably would have asked if you could leave just a little early. Tim, the other bartender had it under control, but you never knew what could roll in right before close. He gave you a wink and a raised eyebrow as he poured beer for the few people at the bar, gesturing towards Auston. Boy, were you glad eye rolls weren’t audible.
“I always wanted to try bartending, actually. You should teach me how to make one of those weird fruity drinks.” Downing the entirety of his beer, Auston pushed the bottle towards you. “I’ll drink and pay for whatever you make as long as you tell me what’s in it.”
“That’s a dangerous proposition, Matthews. You sure you’re ready for it?”
“Do your worst,” he challenged. It was tempting to make him drink something completely ridiculous and blue, but you liked him too much.
“How about I just teach you one of the basics. How do you feel about a Martini?”
It was his turn to blush this time. “I’ve actually never had one…”
“Even better. Do you like olives?” Smirking, you grabbed your shaker and other tools, filling it up with ice.
“Sure.” He was so focused you wouldn’t have been surprised if he took out a pen to take notes and you found yourself noticing the way his eyes narrowed in slightly drunk concentration, leaning back in his seat with one of his long legs propped against the stool next to him. Trying not to let it soak in how attractive you thought that was, you turned to grab a bottle of gin, going with the top shelf for good measure. You weren’t putting shitty liquor in Auston Matthews’ first martini.
“Alright,” you placed the stemmed glass in front of him, quickly adding ice and a splash of soda water.”
“Is that it?”
“No, that’s just to chill the glass,” you chuckled at his fleeting dejected look.
“Oh, good, I thought you were trying to tell me something for a second…”
“I picked a good gin for you, I hope you don’t mind.”
“I’m a classy guy, you know. I only drink top shelf.” The smile he threw you prompted you to turn around yet again to take a deep breath. He had to know what he was doing. No tabloid rumor could have prepared you for this amount of casual charm. Cursing yourself and your racing heart wouldn’t keep you from catching feelings. It had been a personal rule of yours for a while now to not get involved with any of the men you met through hockey. Live and learn they said. Don’t make the same mistakes twice they said. Whoever “they” were had obviously never met a hockey boy.
“Yeah, top shelf and Corona,” you chirped, attempting to recover as quickly as possible. This was really the first time the two of you had spent time together without the other guys around and you were surprised at how easy the conversation was flowing. You were in your own bubble, as much as you could be while trying to keep your eyes on the rest of the bar.
“And what do you drink that’s so much better? Natty Light?” He poked back, hitting a bit too close to home. You had indeed been that kind of party jock for most of your freshman year.
You shrugged, brushing off the comment, “There’s nothing wrong with cheap.” There was almost definitely a 2-4 of Bud Light in your fridge at home, but he didn’t need to know that. With the ingredients in the shaker, you pulled out your bar spoon to stir the cocktail, only to notice a slightly confused look on his face.
“I thought you were supposed to shake it? Like in James Bond?”
“Are you James Bond?” you said, raising an eyebrow. It was kind of nice to have someone paying attention to your work, showing interest. “James Bond drinks vodka. Gin bruises when you shake it and it affects the taste,” you eventually explained after emptying the glass and pouring the finished product in with just a dash of dry vermouth. “And there you go. One gin martini, dry and dirty.
You wanted to take a picture, he just looked so contradictory in his jeans and a t-shirt, holding a stemmed martini glass like he was sporting a full tux. It turned out Auston was thinking the exact same thing. “Do you mind?” he said, unlocking his phone and handing it to you. The lighting wasn’t on your side, but you managed a couple posed pictures and a few candids before he took a sip.
“Huh, that’s not at all what I expected.”
“Good or bad?” Slightly worried he would hate it, you handed his phone back.
“I kind of like it. I wouldn’t drink them all the time, but I feel…swanky.” He sat in silence, slowly enjoying his drink as you restocked glasses and cleaned the bar. That strange serenity of a bar after closing time sinking in.
“So, what do you think? Going to ditch your hockey career and become a bartender?” The quiet chiming of glasses served to occupy the silence as he laughed quietly, harmonizing perfectly with his deep tenor.
“Wouldn’t that be the drama of the decade?” he kept smiling, staring distracted at you as your deft hands handled and polished glass after glass. “Do a shot with me,” he demanded calmly. A hint of skepticism and reluctance crept into your features. It was way out of character for you to drink with customers.
“I don’t know, Auston…”
“Get out of here and do a shot with him,” Tim whispered behind you, picking up the slack that you had been leaving all night. “I can tell you want to.” So much for hiding your feelings. The perception of a bartender was never to be underestimated.
“I don’t know, I just thought it would be nice…” Auston mumbled, trailing off toward the end. “You really don’t have to.”
“No, no way, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just, you know.” You stopped, pulling yourself together. The nervous rambling was so typical, how did you manage to be so smooth when you didn’t care and then absolutely fall apart when you wanted to play it cool. The universe just liked to play tricks. “Let me just finish up. I’ll be done in just a minute,” you said, your words catching in your throat, nearly making you stutter. That shot would definitely help to calm the raging nerves right now. You dashed quickly from behind the bar, grabbing your coat and keys from the back room. Deep breaths, you’re totally cool, you’re totally pretty in your own slightly hot mess sort of way. Taking a peek in the mirror, you wiped the excess eyeliner away from your bottom lid. He’s just like any other guy. Fuck, no he’s not, he’s amazing.
He was standing with his back against the edge of the bar when you got back, looking at his phone. “These pictures are great, Y/N. Can I tag you?”
“Sure, get the fans going. I live for drama,” you joked, before actually thinking about it. It was probably not a great idea to subject yourself to more public criticism. “My account is private anyway.”
“Here,” he said, handing you a shot. “I asked Tim what your favorite was. I never would have pegged you as a tequila girl, you’re too calm and cool.” Nearly laughing out loud, you accepted the glass. At least one person in the room was fooled.
“Cheers to tequila girls, the Toronto Maple Leafs, and to getting up in five hours?” All smiles, he rolled his eyes and lifted his glass.
“Cheers.”
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Has Everything to Do With It
This is for Kim (@iwannabewithyou-unsafe)! Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful time over the holidays! I apologize if you are unfamiliar with theater, but it was something that I couldn’t get out of my head! Please enjoy!
~ Darlene (@nerdyandturdy)
****
Summary: When Oliver gets himself into too much trouble, he’s forced to join his school’s Drama program. He ends up being paired with Felicity Smoak, the genius of the school, who does not take an instant liking to him.
Note: There are some bits in the middle of different scenes in this fic. Some are scripts of scenes from the play, and some are lyrics from songs from the play. The first song is “What Do I Need With Love?”, the second is “Jimmy”, and the last is “Gimme Gimme”. There also may or may not be a recording of the original broadway performance on youtube. And some experiences I wrote in this (something about a laundry cart maybe) are from real experience from when I did this play in high school.
****
“Mr. Queen, until you’ve proven to us that you won’t be pulling any more of your antics… you’re off the hockey team.”
Oliver can’t believe it. He’s the star player of the Starling Academy hockey team. They can’t kick him off the team! He’s a senior! It’s his last year playing because his parents ship him off to whatever Ivy League school they throw their money at.
Oliver desperately looks at Coach Diggle, who is leaning against the wall of Principal Waller’s office, his massive arms crossed over his chest, but he just shakes his head in shame. So Oliver turns toward his mother next to him, but she just closes her eyes and lifts a hand to rub her temples from what he assumes is another Oliver-induced headache.
It was just a little harmless… late night drinking… on campus.
Well, okay. Maybe not his best idea, but Tommy had dared him! It’s not like they predicted that campus security would show up at their secret spot on campus, leaving Oliver’s drunken self to pee on the security golf cart.
Tommy had gotten off with a suspension earlier that morning, but Oliver gets kicked off the team just a few weeks from the start of the hockey season?
“This is so unfair! Come on, Amanda…” Oliver tries to charm his way out of this, but a perched eyebrow from the woman across the desk forces him to correct himself. “Principle Waller… Don’t you think suspension is good enough punishment? That’s what you gave Tommy!”
“No, actually. Mr. Merlyn hadn’t been caught as a minor well over the legal alcohol content,” Principal Waller says, almost smirking at Oliver’s rising desperation to salvage his hockey career. “You’re lucky the guards had recognized you and didn’t call the police. As a favor for the Queens making so many donations to Starling Academy, we thought it best to keep this quiet.
Oliver avoids his mother’s intensifying gaze as she says, “Yes. Oliver is very grateful for your discretion.”
Slouched in his chair, Oliver avoids meeting anyone’s gaze. But a punch from his mother has him rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, thanks…”
“Try not to sound too happy, Mr. Queen,” Principal Waller snarks. “We’re not done here yet.”
As if she’s been waiting at the door for her cue, another woman walks through the office door. It’s Lyla Diggle, the Starling Academy Drama Director and Coach Diggle’s wife.
“Good morning, Principal Waller, Johnny,” Lyla greets. She then turns to Oliver’s mother and nods. “Mrs. Queen, nice to see you again.”
His mom stands and shakes Lyla’s hand. “I wish it could be under different circumstances, Lyla.”
Lyla glances at Oliver with a look of disappointment, causing him to sink further into his chair. He always liked Lyla. Whenever the hockey team had barbeques in the Diggles’ backyard to celebrate a win, she would always be nice to the team, even joking around with them as she and Coach Diggle prepared the food. And when the boys would get a little too rowdy, she’d turn on the “Mom mode” and scare the shit out of them. Having both her and his mother side eye him like they are now might make him regret is night of fun more than whatever punishment they have in store for him next.
“Hey, Lyla… err, Mrs. Diggle.”
Despite the thick tension in the air, Lyla laughs softly. “Lyla is fine, Oliver.”
“So what’s Lyla doing here?”
For the first time since he entered Waller’s office and greeted Oliver with a frown, Coach Digg speaks up. “It’s time you learn some responsibility, Oliver. And you can’t do that sitting at home or in a class you don’t even pay attention to.”
“Yes,” Waller agrees. “So instead of just withholding your diploma from you at the end of the year, since you’re grades are also less than satisfactory, and forcing you to do better so that doesn’t happen, we’re giving you a chance.”
Despite his usual “doesn’t give a fuck” persona, there is a small part of him that cares about graduation. It’s his senior year. No way in hell is he being held back. “What ‘chance’ are we talking about?”
Waller smirks. “As per the Diggles’ suggestion, you will be joining the Starling Academy Dram program.”
Oliver scrunches his face in disdain. “Why the Drama program?”
Lyla answers. “Well, as much as it pains me to say, the Drama department is lacking in some ways, since many of our star powerhouses graduated last year.”
“So?”
Coach Diggle narrows his eyes at Oliver and clears his throat.”
“Um… so how can I help?” Oliver asks. “I mean, I guess I’m pretty good with tools, so if I need to help you build your stage or whatever, that doesn’t seem so bad.”
“Actually, we build sets, not stages, and no we don’t need you there,” Lyla explains.
“So where do you need me?”
Coach Diggle huffs a laugh, confusing Oliver. “Come on, kid. You’re popular.”
Oliver just shakes his head, still confused.
“You’ll be auditioning for a role, Oliver,” Lyla clarifies.
Oliver freezes in his chair, his eyes wide. He barely notices his mom going over the details of his punishment with Principal Waller and Lyla. Or Coach Digg stepping behind his chair and leaning down so he can quietly say to Oliver, “Hope you can sing, Queen.”
… Fuck.
Later that day, Oliver walks down the hall toward the Drama classroom with his best friend, Tommy Merlyn, whose suspension doesn’t start until tomorrow.
His best friend who can’t stop pulling his leg about this whole Drama audition thing. “I still can’t believe you have to become one of those ‘Drama Nerds’ to even come to hockey games!”
Oliver rolls his eyes and sighs for the millionth time. “I know. It fucking sucks.”
“Next thing you know, I’ll see you standing up on tables and breaking into song.”
“Shut up, man.” He shoves Tommy to the side, not noticing another person trying to walk past them.
“What the hell?” the girl yells as Tommy’s body rams into her side, pushing her against the lockers along the side of the wall.
“Oh, shit!” Tommy grunts.
The girl whirls around to them once she gains her balance, giving Oliver the chance to take in her pretty blonde hair and the glasses framing her angry blue eyes. She looks like she’s about to tell them off, but her eyes widen in recognition. Instead of yelling at them like Oliver initially expects, she just adjusts her glasses, which had been knocked slightly askew with the impact of Tommy’s body, and hardens her glare, which is solely focused on Oliver.
“Watch where you shover each other next time,” she warns before stalking off. After a few steps, she glances over her shoulder again, this time looking toward Tommy. “And don’t call them Drama Nerds, Tommy!”
“Sorry, Felicity!” Tommy calls out, causing Oliver to look curiously at him.
“You know her?”
“Huh?” Tommy tilts his head at him, confused. “Yeah. That’s Felicity Smoak, my chem lab partner from last semester. She really helped me pull through with my grades.”
Oliver looks back to where Felicity had walked off toward, but it looks like she’s already turned the corner. That can’t be her. He’d seen Tommy’s lab partner a couple times before summer break started and that can’t be her.
Felicity Smoak is a transfer. One year younger than them but on the verge of graduation because she’s some sort of genius. Oliver remembers her being a tiny dark-haired girl with goggles over her eyes in the chem lab and no way did she have the curves she’s sporting now. From what he remembers, she’d basically been swimming in her uniform. Now, Oliver can’t but notice how she’d filled out nicely.
“I don’t remember her looking…” Oliver tries not too sound to perverted. “… like that.”
“Oh yeah. The blonde hair?” Tommy doesn’t seem to realize Oliver is referring to more than just the blonde hair. “Yeah, she told me a couple weeks ago when I caught her in the hallway that she’d dyed it just before the school year started.It looks good on her”
Geez. Tommy doesn’t get it. Felicity Smoak doesn’t just look “good.” She’s fucking gorgeous. Oliver never thought that Tommy’s late-blooming lab partner would return to school later to mess with his head like that. Oliver is the hottest guy in school and can get basically any girl he wants. Girls don’t mess with his head. If anything, he messes with theirs. But that Felicity Smoak…
Oliver snaps out of his inappropriate thoughts when his best friend claps a hand on his shoulder. “We better get you to the drama room. Buddy. You’re already late for your transformation from king of the school to Drama Queen.”
Instead of pushing him, this time Oliver punches Tommy’s arm with no intent to hold back. “Shut it.”
Tommy winces, but still cackles the rest of the way to the Drama room. When they reach the door, he promptly ducks out with a “See ya, buddy!”
Fucking coward.
Oliver pushes the door open and the chatter in the room dims down when everyone recognizes him. He spots Felicity with a group of other students, sitting around a piano. Without hesitation, she glares at him.
He definitely hasn’t made the best impression on her.
“Ah, Mr. Queen,” Lyla greets from the front of the room. Oliver has the decency to wince at her amused but scrutinizing expression. “So glad you could finally join us.”
There’s a scoff from the general direction of the piano, so Oliver assumes it came from Felicity if the feeling of her glare on him is anything to go by.
It’s probably deserved. He doesn’t even have a legitimate excuse for his tardiness. He and Tommy had just taken their sweet time walking over. But Oliver would rather not admit that he’d just been messing around. “Sorry. I got… lost.”
Lyla raises an eyebrow and hum a “Mhm…”
She clearly doesn’t believe him. And neither do the rest of the Drama Nerds if their snickering is a clue of anything.
“Well, hopefully, your acting skills get a little bit better once we start rehearsing.” Lyla gestures toward an empty seat that, luckily for him, allows Oliver a view of the front of the room and of where Felicity is sitting. “Take a seat, Oliver.”
He nods and heads toward the chair, sneaking a quick glance at Felicity. She’s currently whispering to some scrawny kid next to her.
For some reason, that irks Oliver. Who the hell is that kid and exactly how close is he to Felicity?
Oliver can’t dwell on it for now because Lyla officially starts the meeting.
“Welcome, everyone, to our first meeting of the year!” She begins, prompting everyone, except Oliver, who’s slow on the uptake, to cheer and clap. “Alright, alright! Settle down or else you won’t hear what this year’s fall musical is.”
Immediately, the room quiets down and there’s an energy in the room that Oliver can’t quite connect with. He watches everyone else, including Felicity, basically lean forward in anticipation.
“We will be doing…” Lyla pauses for dramatic effect. “Thoroughly Modern Millie!”
Once again, the room erupts into loud cheers, almost starting Oliver. He sees Felicity adorably fist bump before shaking his head.
When did he start thinking of girls as adorable? The only girl that should qualify as adorable in his mind is his little sister Thea.
Oliver scoffs at himself, trying to make sense of why this girl he hasn’t even officially met yet has got him acting like some middle school boy with a crush.
Oliver Queen does not do crushes.
It takes him a few seconds to realize the room has gone quiet again.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Queen?” Lyla asks sternly.
It’s then that Oliver realizes that the whole room noticed him scoff and completely misunderstood why. He raises his hands in surrender. “No, I don’t! I wasn’t… that wasn’t…”
Why he’s acting so flustered, Oliver doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to credit it to a certain blonde that’s been messing with his head for roughly ten minutes. No. It’s definitely not Felicity, whose icy glare has just gotten even colder the more Oliver opens his mouth, intentionally or not.
“Well, let’s hope your audition doesn’t involve as much stuttering, Mr. Queen,” Lyla teases. Oliver refuses to admit he flushes when everyone starts snickering. “Auditions will begin next Monday. Please prepare a one minute song from a musical or a two minute memorized monologue.”
This time, Oliver manages to withhold his reaction, but he still lets out an overwhelmed breath. He either has to sing with his mediocre musical skills or memorize enough words for two minutes?
Fuck…
Oliver spaces out for the rest of the meeting, too caught up in the sudden anxiety over having to audition. Despite his grades, Oliver isn’t stupid. It was implied that if he didn’t try, he’d be banned forever from the hockey team and would have an even harder time trying to graduate with his class. He has reason to be nervous. Oliver Queen does not sing. And no way will he be able to memorize a whole monologue on top of actually trying in his classes.
Oliver sighs. He’s fucked.
He doesn’t know how it happened.
Somehow between actually managing a C on his history test and practicing for his audition, Oliver had gotten a callback for the male lead.
He probably has Thea to thank for that. At 12 years old, she’s pretty adept with musical theater. Oliver would never admit it, but she has, on occasion, gotten him interested in a couple musicals. She’d suggested he sing the song “You’ll Be Back” from Hamilton, the only musical Oliver has ever seen, and the only musical he will admit to seeing, since the musical has become pretty mainstream. Alongside studying for his classes, Thea had forced him to practice every day up until his audition.
Oliver didn’t think he did that well, but Lyla had apparently thought better.
So here he is, on a Thursday afternoon, reading lines with Felicity Smoak for the lead roles of Thoroughly Modern Millie.
Thea had known about this play already and is apparently a big fan of it. She’d said something about it being the birth of the Broadway goddess Sutton Foster, whoever the hell that is. Oliver listened to her explain that the play is about a small town girl named Millie Dillmount who moves to New York City, looking to marry her rich boss. Little does she know, she’s looking for love in the wrong places.
And that’s where the character Oliver is reading for, Jimmy Smith, comes in. Jimmy, Thea had explained, comes from initially comes off as a jerk who likes to mess around with women.
Now that Oliver thinks about it, this character may not be so far off from him after all.
Did Lyla set this up?
Oliver can’t dwell on this any longer, but he has more pressing matters to attend to. Like pretending to be in love with Felicity.
They have to read a scene that involves their two characters in the second act of the play, when a misunderstanding has driven them apart. They didn’t have to memorize the lines on the spot, thank God, but Oliver is still incredibly nervous. His palms are sweaty and his heart is pounding.
Lyla tells him and Felicity to start whenever they’re ready, but Oliver is far from ready.
It’s one thing to practice singing and saying lines with his little sister. It’s another thing to do it in front of other people and with another person he may or may not be harboring a crush for. During his audition, Oliver thought Lyla would just stick him with some minor role that people would still notice him for, since he had such a lack of experience with theater. So Oliver hadn’t thought much about being nervous. However, the prospect of having to act in front of an audience, no matter how small, has got Oliver bunched up in knots.
Felicity, despite her obvious disdain for having to work with him, even if it’s just for this callback, steps closer to him and lays a comforting hand on his arm.
“You good?”
Oliver takes in her soft gaze, accompanied by a delicate blush on her cheeks. It causes Oliver himself to blush, though he’s still unwilling to admit it’s anything other than a mild attraction to the blonde (and definitely not a crush). Standing there with her, he takes a stuttering breath and exhales through his nose, calming himself down. Then he nods.
“Good. Because you better not mess this up for me.”
That makes Oliver grin.
The next second, Oliver spots the exact moment Felicity steps into the shoes of Millie Dillmount. So Oliver tries his best, for her, to become Jimmy Smith.
MILLIE. I don’t know; you need a stenog? I’m quitting my job. Mr. Graydon isn’t available anymore. He’s lost his heart to—talk about your tangled web! He’s fallen for a friend of ours.
JIMMY. (A guess.)
Miss Dorothy?
(MILLIE nods “yes. “)
Well, I’ll be–
MILLIE. Bitter? No, Jimmy. Don’t blame her. I don’t, I really don’t. Mr. Graydon, either. Love swamped ‘em. We’re too young to live a life of hate.
JIMMY. I agree,
(Leans in for a kiss.)
So let’s kiss and makeup.
(MILLIE turns away.)
Or at least make-up. Maybe our kissing wasn’t such a good idea.
MILLIE. Or maybe you prefer kissing Miss Dorothy.
JIMMY. What are you talking about?
MILLIE. Don’t deny it, Jimmy. I was a little giddy from champagne, but I saw you leaving her room.
JIMMY. What did you think we were doing?!
MILLIE. Gee, I can’t imagine. Not that I need to. She told me everything.
JIMMY. Then you’ve got your wires crossed! Yes. I went to her room last night. I had to talk to somebody.
MILLIE. An intimate conversation, from the looks of it.
JIMMY. As a matter of fact, it was. I’ve been so confused, Millie, so mixed-up. Ever since you tripped me, life’s been topsy-turvy. Like now, for instance… what am I doing on a window ledge hundreds of feet in the air?
MILLIE. Good question. Can you answer it inside, Jimmy? You’re making me nervous.
JIMMY. No thanks. I like the view. The world looks different from up here, Millie.
MILLIE. Better or worse?
JIMMY. You tell me.
MILLIE. It’s just the same skyline I see everyday.
JIMMY. I’m talking twenty stories beneath us.
When they reach the end of the scene, just before the musical number is supposed to start, Lyla and the other judges are clapping their hands. Smiling down at Felicity, Oliver now wonders if Felicity had done any of the school musicals before. Her acting is incredible.
Oliver flushes when he realizes he’s just been staring down at Felicity, so he turns away from Felicity and towards Lyla.
They’d liked it. They’d actually liked it. Oliver lets out a small surprised laugh and turns his back toward Felicity, who sports a relieved smile.
Seeing the joy on her face, Oliver decides that maybe having to do this whole play thing, having to play the male lead, won’t be so bad. Especially if Felicity will be there right beside him.
Two weeks into rehearsal, and it’s painfully obvious to everyone that Oliver hasn’t done this before. He keeps stumbling over his lines, keeps forgetting lines he’s supposed to have memorized or at least familiarized himself with, and he can’t keep a tune if his life depends on it.
After practicing with Thea for his audition, Oliver thought he had some notion of musical talent. But no. He fucking sucks.
On top of that, his grades aren’t too hot either, and he needs to keep those up if he wants to get out of Waller’s radar. He’s got a pre-calc test in a couple days that could be detrimental to his grades if he doesn’t do somewhat well. It’s been on his mind lately, just adding to the stress he has over Millie.
After rehearsal that day, Oliver frustratingly stomps out of the room, too caught up in his thoughts to notice Felicity looking curiously at him. He barely notices her trying to catch up to him in the hallway.
“Oliver, hey!” Felicity calls out from behind him.
Oliver stops in his tracks, surprised. “Felicity?”
Felicity gestures for them to keep walking. They walk down the hall side by side.
Refraining from looking at her as they walk, Oliver focuses on the space in front of him. He sees Felicity lean forward and take a look at his face out of the corner of his eye.
“Rough day?”
“Uh, yeah, you could say,” is all Oliver offers. But the raised eyebrow and tilt of Felicity’s head suggests she wants him to elaborate.
Oliver scratches the back of his head. It’s incredibly embarrassing to admit to the smartest person in the school (who somehow as the ability to take all AP classes, go to rehearsal, and work after school) that he’s failing to do something she could probably do in her sleep. “I, uh… well, I have this pre-calc test on Thursday and I’m kind of struggling to keep up. With the play and everything, it’s hard to juggle learning lines and learning functions.”
Instead of pitying him like Oliver expects, Felicity has something else in mind. “Well, lucky for you, I’m free for the rest of the day.”
Oliver raises both his eyebrows. Looking down at the girl walking next to him, who would usually shoot him annoyed glances whenever they weren’t acting, Oliver makes sure she’s suggesting what he thinks she is. “Meaning…?”
She sigh, slightly annoyed that he’s not getting it right away. “Meaning you’re going to take me to Big Belly Burger in your fancy car, since my mom has the car today anyway, and I’m going to help you study for your test. Maybe even go over lines with you.”
Oliver stops walking, once again surprised. “Why are you helping me? I thought you didn’t like me.”
Now a few steps ahead, Felicity stops as well. She whirls around on her heels abruptly, causing her ponytail to swish in the air and the skirt of her uniform to twirl lightly.
“I don’t,” she denies with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I just don’t want you to keep rehearsing like you have been. If you humiliate yourself on stage, you humiliate me. And I won’t have that.”
Oliver still hasn’t moved from his spot, so Felicity walks up to him, grabs his arm, and pulls him toward the school parking lot. “Come on, Drama Queen.”
She ignores his indignant “Hey!” at the nickname. “I’m craving some burgers and fries,” she says. She looks back briefly, the blush still present on her cheeks. But a smirk graces her lips. “Your treat, of course.”
Oliver grins.
Three weeks before opening night, Oliver and Felicity have gotten pretty close. Oliver no longer gets too flustered by her. Felicity no longer glares at him, save for when he steals some of her french fries at Big Belly.
Instead, they fall into easy conversation, talking about things outside of school and the show.
With every study session they have, every rehearsal, every hangout, Oliver falls in love with her just a little bit more. It had been a crush for her, he now admits, the first time Felicity had told him off. But those feelings had unexpectedly evolved.
Felicity is so passionate about school and this play that he wants to be just as passionate. And she cares so much. Despite that initial icy exterior she put on for him when they first met, Oliver had noticed that she actually cared about him doing better in his classes. She made sure that he didn’t leave a study session confused. She made sure that he practices a scene at least five times. But she also made sure they didn’t focus too much on business. She lightheartedly made fun of him and laughed at him a lot. It amused the hell out him, even when it was at his own expense. When she babbled, he made sure to take in every word.
God, he is so far gone with Felicity.
She really has helped him a lot. While not the best, his grades are slowly picking up to the point that his teachers have started praising him for his picking up his slack after years of not caring. Lyla has noticed how much he puts into rehearsal, having memorized his lines now, perfected his blocking, and having improved his singing abilities.
It earns him a pat on the back after rehearsal and an appreciative nod from Coach Digg whenever he shows up to pick up his wife.
He owes it all to Felicity.
Oliver just hopes it doesn’t end with the show, which is why he brings it up one day when they’re taking a break from rehearsing on the couch of his living room.
“So… have any plans once the show’s done?”
Felicity looks up from the lines she’s looking over. “You mean besides finals?”
Finals come a week and a half after the weekend of the show, so every student is bound to have their heads stuck in textbooks and notes.
“I meant before finals,” Oliver clarifies. “You know, before we all make a home in the library?”
“You’ve never been to the library.”
“Yes, I have!”
Felicity laughs. Then she purses her lips, as if thinking, but Oliver knows she’s only pretending by the smile threatening to break through on her lips. “Hmmmm… I don’t know. I might have plans… or I might not…:”
Oliver playfully stares her down.
Her smile widens and she relents. “Besides a few babysitting gigs and studying, no. Why?”
“Well… Oliver starts, suddenly shy. He begins tapping his knee with his finger nervously. “I was thinking about hosting a Christmas party for the cast. You know… celebrate the end of the show and Christmas before finals and everyone breaks off for vacation and stuff.”
“I’m Jewish…”
“Oh! Uh…” It’s been a few weeks since he’s felt flustered by Felicity. “Holiday party! I–I meant holiday… party…”
Oliver looks down at his lap, ashamed he’d just assumed something about Felicity that is probably important to her.
But then he hears muffled giggling. When Oliver looks back up, it’s to see Felicity attempting to hide her laugh behind her hands.
Now he’s slightly offended. “You’re laughing at me…”
“Stop brooding, Drama Queen,” Felicity tells him, still laughing.
“I wasn’t brooding and stop calling me that,” he grumbles, folding his arms and definitely not pouting.
“Sure you weren’t. And no way in hell am I going to stop calling you Drama Queen, because you are one,” Felicity teased.
Oliver is going to kill Tommy for introducing that nickname to Felicity.
“That’s it!” Oliver unfolds his arms and starts tickling Felicity’s sides.
“No!” she squeals, trying to escape his grasp. Oliver just devilishly grins. “Stop it, Oliver!”
She’s giggling hard and he’s too busy tickling her to notice Oliver’s mother and little sister walk in on the scene, coming from a shopping trip.
“When do you think they’ll get together, Mom?” Thea whispers into her mother’s ear.
“Thea!” Moira quietly scolds her.
What do I need with love?
I got it good
Got it good
But now I got it bad!
Oliver thought he was nervous when he and Felicity had their callback just a month and a half ago. But here he is, incredibly and unbelievably nervous to kiss a girl.
Oliver Queen does not get nervous when it comes to kissing girls. He’s a ladies’ man, just like his character Jimmy. If anything, girls are nervous when it comes to kissing him.
But Felicity Smoak is no regular girl. She’s the most amazing person Oliver has ever met. Even though their kiss won’t be real, that their kiss will be between Millie and Jimmy, and not Oliver and Felicity, Oliver just knows that it will mean something to him.
For sure, it will mean more to him that it will to Felicity.
There’s no way Felicity likes Oliver the way he likes her. She has so much ahead of her. She’s a super genius, looking to go to MIT. She’s passionate and kind. She has dreams she wants to accomplish. Dreams Oliver knows she’ll achieve.
But Oliver can’t be there with her. He’d only hold her back.
Oliver is stuck. He sucks at school. He’s a mediocre actor. He has no plans for his future. He has no idea of what to do with his life. He’s just some selfish rich kid.
What does he have to offer Felicity?
“Hey…” Felicity nudges him with her elbow. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” Oliver says, wiping his clammy hands on his thighs. He looks out toward the seats of the theater, avoiding Felicity’s gaze. “Just a little nervous for today.”
“Ahhh… the kiss, you mean?” Felicity tries to act cool, but Oliver can tell by the blush on her cheeks and the way she’s rubbing her fingers together that she’s just as nervous.
The two of them have skirted around the two kiss scenes they have until now, the week before Tech week, the week leading up to opening night of the show. They made the excuse to Lyla that they didn’t need to rehearse that particular part of the first and second acts finales yet. The scene today, the Act 1 finale, involves Jimmy and Millie arguing before Jimmy, in the heat of the moment, kisses Millie.
But with the show so soon, just next week, Lyla insisted they at least try it once before Tech week, so they could be comfortable by the opening show.
So here they are.
“I mean, I’m nervous too. It’s not everyday that a girl like me gets to kiss the most popular guy in school. Not that girls like me can’t kiss guys like you,” Felicity babbles. “I mean, it’s just that typically people tend to shy away from smart people because they feel intimidated but–”
Oliver lays a hand on her shoulder to stop her nervous babbling. At the touch, she instantly calms down. He tilts his head to the stage, where the set pieces are still being built. “Ready?”
Felicity bites her bottom lip and nods.
(The terrace of MUZZY’s apartment on apron in front of main curtain, where JIMMY and MILLIE are in mid-conversation. JIMMY is trying to console MILLIE.)
JIMMY. Aw, c’mon, Millie, you can’t go back to Kansas. You’re an ex-con remember?
MILLIE. I can’t stay here! Not after pouring soy sauce all over Dorothy Parker’s dress.
JIMMY. Explain to me again why–
MILLIE. (For the umpteenth time) I thought it would clean it! That creepy Mrs. Meers swears by the stuff.
JIMMY. (The voice of gloom and doom) You’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow.
MILLIE. Don’t say that!
JIMMY. (A quick recovery)
In a good way. Think of all the people who’d kill to smother Dorothy Parker in soy sauce.
But they can’t, for fear of her poison pen.
MILLIE. That’s what I’m afraid of.
JIMMY. Relax. She’s so plastered, she’ll never remember your name.
MILLIE. You think?
(JIMMY nods yes.)
Really? What a relief!
(MILLIE throws her arms around JIMMY.)
A scandal could cost me my job.
(JIMMY is about to reciprocate MILLIE’s embrace)
Mr. Graydon–
JIMMY. (Recoiling from MILLIE, his mood souring on a dime.)
Is a stiff. Isn’t he?
MILLIE. (An observation, not an attack)
Another crack. Every time I mention Mr. Graydon–
JIMMY. (Very sarcastic)
Can I ask a favor–a really big one, ‘cause I know how hard it’ll be for you–can you not talk about your plan for once?
MILLIE. Why not?
JIMMY. ‘Cause I’m sick of hearing about it. You want to marry a man who thinks of you as a typewriter on legs, be my guest.
MILLIE. Thank you, I will. The new woman chooses reason over romance any day of the week.
(Proudly)
And I’m a new woman!
JIMMY. So why set your sights on the world’s oldest profession?
MILLIE. (A shocked gasp, then a counter-offensive.)
If I were you, I’d keep my trap shut about other people’s professions, Mister “I used to be in paper clips.”
JIMMY. Well maybe we shouldn’t speak at all. Maybe our nightly excursions are taking up too much room on my dance card.
MILLIE. (Rubbing GRAYDON in JIMMY’s face.)
What do I care? Any day now, my time will be consumed by my boss-slash-fiancé, Mr. Trevor Grayson, the Third!
JIMMY. I’m warning you, Millie. I’ve had it up to here with you and Graydon.
MILLIE. Then I don’t know what to tell you, ‘cause I’m going to be his wife. What will you be, butterfly boy? Flower to flower to flower!
JIMMY. You got a problem with that?
MILLIE. I’m merely suggesting that you grow up, skirt chaser!
JIMMY. Gold digger!
MILLIE. Womanizer!
JIMMY. Jezebel!
MILLIE. Casanova!
This is it. It’s time for their kiss. Their characters are caught up in the heat of an argument before Jimmy impulsively plants one on Millie.
So, Jimmy takes Millie’s face into his hands and kisses her.
For one moment, it’s just Jimmy and Millie, letting out that unspoken attraction they have for each other. But the next, as the kiss goes on, Jimmy slips away and it’s Oliver cradling Felicity’s face in his hands. They continue to kiss, deepening it, too wrapped up in the heat of it all to realize it’s time for them to separate.
A cough from the cast or crew, Oliver isn’t sure, splashes water on the two of them. They separate, both of their eyes wide in wonder of what just happened.
Oliver runs like Jimmy is supposed to. But at that moment, he’s not acting.
He can tell that Felicity is just as ruffled by the kiss. The song that follows the kiss is supposed to be one of her best performances, but she’s off her game.
Lyla doesn’t seem to notice, or she pretends not to notice. They finish the scene with Millie mistakenly believing Jimmy is seeing another girl, Millie’s friend Miss Dorothy, played by Kara Danvers, behind her back, but everyone can tell something is off.
They practice the scene a few more times, the kiss now less passionate and more awkward before calling it a day.
Even though Felicity usually walks out with Oliver to the school parking lot, a tradition they’ve developed since that fateful rehearsal, she rushes out of the theater before Oliver has his things packed up, so he has to run to catch up with her in the hallway.
“Felicity!” Instead of stopping, she speeds up. Luckily, Oliver has long legs. “Hey! Hey!”
Oliver sees her take a deep breath and stop.
“Are you okay? I thought we had a study session planned…”
“I–I’m not feeling too well so I think I’m going to head home.” She starts backing away from him and forces an apologetic smile that looks more like a grimace. “Sorry.”
Oliver watches her go with a heavy heart, knowing she’s lying to him.
Jimmy, oh Jimmy, don’t you know
What I can’t quite confess?
So coax me, implore me.
I promise you won’t bore me.
Jimmy, I might say yes…
With just days before opening night, in the thick of the chaos that is Tech Week, Oliver is stressed.
Luckily, there aren’t any exams until finals, and he passed all of his tests thanks to Felicity, so he can focus on the show.
Except he can’t.
Despite having rehearsal everyday now, Felicity’s been distant. They haven’t had one of their study sessions since before last week’s kiss scene rehearsal and hse’s avoided talking to him after.
They haven’t even practiced either of their kiss scenes, the one from last week and the one from the finale. Oliver has a hunch that Felicity somehow convinced Lyla they didn’t need to until dress rehearsals, starting on Wednesday.
From across the theater, as everyone makes preparations for a full run through of the show, Oliver makes eye contact with Felicity. She offers a sweet but awkward smile, not quite meeting his eyes, when he waves. He just barely works up the courage to confront her about what’s been going on between them, but then Lyla calls for places, prompting everyone to start scrambling up to the stage sidelines. They’re busy for the rest of the day.
It’s Wednesday night, and Oliver and Felicity get to kiss again. Twice.
The two of them keep their cool this time, because they’re fully dressed in character and it’s easy to ignore their real lives and fully become Mille and Jimmy.
Still, whenever they’re not on stage, Oliver can tell Felicity’s stuck in her head. But with everything going on, Oliver still doesn’t get the chance to talk to Felicity.
Even after Lyla’s called it a night, he doesn’t get the chance. In the middle of dress rehearsal, the sound and lighting team had run into some serious technical problems they couldn’t quite handle. Felicity, being the genius she is, had rushed toward the booth to help them.
Observing her now, she’s exhausted, not even trying to avoid him when he catches up with to walk with her to her car.
She gives him a tired smile before climbing into her car and pulling out of the parking lot.
Luckily, knowing he’d be exhausted tonight, Oliver had the foresight to arrange for Tommy to pick him up. When his best friend pulls up, he doesn’t hesitate to mess with Oliver
“Did you ask Felicity out yet?” Tommy asks with a teasing grin.
Oliver punches Tommy’s arm when he climbs into the passenger’s seat.
Here I am, St. Valentine.
My bags are packed, I’m first in line!
Aphrodite, don’t forget.
Romeo and Juliet me!
Fly, dove! Sing, sparrow!
Gimme fat boy’s famous arrow!
Gimme gimme that thing called love!
Oliver doesn’t get a chance to talk to Felicity until an hour before the opening show of the weekend. Yesterday, the day before opening, had been chaotic. The stage crew scrambling to finish up the rest of the set pieces. The costume and makeup department making sure everyone had their costumes set properly in their dressing rooms and quick change spots. The props teams lecturing the cast to stop messing around with all the different props. And the cast nervously rehearsing lines, dance numbers, and musical numbers.
There hadn’t been time for a heart to heart. But now, an hour before the curtains open, they have time. They’ve gotten their stage makeup on, which Tommy had relentlessly teased Oliver about when he’d popped in his dressing room for a quick visit, and their costumes set out, ready to put on closer to call time.
He should be nervous right now. Everyone’s been walking around with those pre-show jitters. And Oliver feels that flutter of nerves in his stomach too. But for some reason, he feels pretty calm right now. So it’s now or never, if he wants to talk to Felicity.
Oliver and Felicity have a moment of peace for now.
Except they don’t. Because when Oliver knocks on Felicity’s dressing room door, she answers with an uncharacteristic, high pitched, “Yes?”
Concerned, Oliver opens the door.
Despite the exaggerated stage makeup, the unnatural looking brunette wig she has on, which will be switched out in favor of a bobbed one, and the button down and sweatpants she’s wearing, Oliver thinks she looks beautiful. She always is. Yet, at the same time, right now she looks like a mess.
Her eyes are wide in panic and she’s on the verge of hyperventilating.
Oliver scrunches his eyebrows in concern and rushes to kneel by the chair she’s sitting in. “Are you okay?”
In a weak voice, she replies, “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Oliver starts rubbing her arms, trying to calm her down. “Are you sick? What’s going on?”
“I’m just… just a little nervous. Or a lot nervous. Definitely really, very nervous,” she sputters.
“Hey, hey, hey… You’re going to be. It’s going to be fine,” Oliver comforts.
“How are you so calm right?” she nearly sobs, tears forming in her eyes.
At the sound of her voice breaking, Oliver immediately stands up and pulls Felicity into a fierce, but soothing hug, careful not to mess up her makeup. Almost instantly, Felicity melts into his arms, suddenly not caring that she’s getting some of her makeup onto the white shirt Oliver had planned to wear under his costume. Oliver rocks them side to side as she calms down.
“Believe me, Felicity,” Oliver says. “I’m just as nervous as you are.”
Felicity scoffs, slightly muffled against his chest. “You don’t seem like it. You are way too calm right now, unlike the wreck that I am right now.”
“Okay,” Oliver relents teasingly, “ you are definitely in a worse off state than I’m in right now.”
He knows his tactic works when Felicity softly hits his chest. “You’re supposed to be making me feel better.”
Oliver chuckles. “I’m getting there.”
Well, hurry up already. I’ve got to fix my makeup.”
“Okay.” Oliver steps back a bit, just so he has room to sneak his hands up to cradle Felicity’s face. “You wanna know why I’m so calm right now?”
Felicity nods, pouting slightly as if she doesn’t want Oliver to let go from their embrace.
“I’m calm right now because I know that my partner… You,” Oliver leans forward slightly and looks straight into her wet blue eyes, “are going to kill it out there.”
Her eyes, which had been so filled with worry just moments before, look up at him with the most sincere hope. “You think so?”
“I know so. You’re going to be out there, giving it your all. And you’re going to make me want to give my all, too.”
Oliver looks up toward the ceiling and takes a deep breath, before looking back down at the girl in front of him. “You are remarkable, Felicity Smoak.”
Finally, that beautiful smile of hers graces her lips. “Thank you for remarking on it.”
“It’s never a problem, Felicity.” Oliver steps back. “I’ll let you do some touch-ups.”
He goes to leave the dressing room, but a delicate hand wraps around his wrist before he steps out of reach. “Hey, Oliver?”
He turns back. “Yeah?”
“I know that I’ve been pretty distant since last week…since we first rehearsed our kiss…”
Oliver swallows a lump in his throat. “I’ve noticed.”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so awkward about it.”
“Hey, you don’t have to–”
“No, I do,” Felicity interrupts. She lets go of his wrist so she can freely gesture. “I shouldn’t have avoided you. I knew you were trying to talk to me about it, and I knew we should talk about it, but I made every excuse to avoid you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I wouldn’t say every excuse…”
Felicity tilts her head. “Oliver…”
He raises his hands in surrender.
“I did. And I shouldn’t have done it,” she repeats. Felicity looks away, almost ashamed. “It’s just… we’ve become great friends since this all started and… with that kiss, I didn’t ruin want to ruin that.”
Friends? That’s all she wants to be?
Oliver tries to contain his disappointment, not wanting to upset Felicity further. “Okay. Let’s not ruin our… friendship, then.”
Felicity blinks at him for a second before nodding. “Uh… yeah. Friends.”
Oliver nods and takes one last look at her. Then he heads toward the door.
“Umm…”
He looks back at her over his shoulder.
“You good?”
Despite his disappointment, Oliver smiles, reminiscing that moment before their callback eons ago.
“Good. Because you better not mess this up for me, Drama Queen.”
He shakes his head as he walks out the door.
Maybe Oliver can settle for being just friends with Felicity.
JIMMY. So where were we, before we were interrupted by kidnapping, white slave trading and the like? Oh, yeah…
(Kneels on one knee, then to MILLIE.)
Will you marry me?
MILLIE. Jimmy–?!
(A short beat. JIMMY holds his breath.)
JIMMY. Answer the question! Will you marry me?
MILLIE. I’ll marry you.
JIMMY. Poor as I am?
MILLIE. Poor as you are, because if it’s marriage I have in mind, love has everything to do with it. Right, Muzzy?
MUZZY. Hallelujah!
[…]
So you see, snookums. you can marry the boss after all.
MILLIE: Who cares?
I found myself a green glass love.
JIMMY. Funny, I found myself an emerald…
The show doesn’t go off without a hitch. There were a few mic issues and Kara and her counterpart Maseo nearly fly off the stage in a large laundry cart. But other than that, the show ends up being absolutely amazing.
After they’ve finished the finale musical number and the orchestra starts playing the curtain call music, the audience is already standing when the first of the ensemble cast step out to take their first bows. When his music cue starts a minute later and he steps back on the stage, Oliver hears his hockey buddies cheering and clapping for him. It makes him laugh as he bows. He can’t even hear his own family, who are sitting not too far from the stage, over the team’s loud roars.
However, nothing compares to the deafening ovation for Felicity. If they hadn’t all been standing already, the full audience definitely is now. And Oliver claps loudly with them, smiling so wide with the pride he hs for Felicity.
When it’s time for their final bows with the cast, Oliver doesn’t hesitate to grab Felicity’s hand and squeeze.
The smile she flashes him is blinding.
It’s weekend after the show ended and before finals start the following Wednesday. And by some miracle, Oliver somehow manages to host a cast and crew, save for a few other guest and Tommy, holiday party at the Queen mansion. Surprisingly, even though alcohol is what got him into the Starling Academy Drama program, Oliver’s parents had snuck them a bit of champagne, but warned Oliver not to let anything get too out of hand.
Despite the option, Oliver is completely sober. And apparently, his best friend won’t allow that.
“Buddy! What the hell are you drinking?” Tommy sniffs the red cup Oliver holds in his hand. “Is that plain old root beer? Lame!”
Tommy pulls out a bottle of whiskey from who knows where and shoves it in Oliver’s face. “Here! Take a swig.”
Oliver shakes his head, amused at Tommy’s inebriated state. “I’m good, Tommy. Where did you even get that?”
Tommy’s answer fades into the background when Oliver’s eyes catch a blonde ponytail across the room. Felicity sits with her group of friends, lightly sipping from her own red cup. She doesn’t look like she’s paying much attention to whatever her friends are talking about. In fact, she looks very deep in thought. But, as if sensing his gaze, Felicity perks her head up and spots him.
He waves, expecting her to do the same. Instead, she gestures toward the double doors of his living room and mouths, “Can we talk?”
At his nod, Felicity excuses herself and exits the room.
Oliver doesn’t notice Tommy wiggling his eyebrows at him until he places something green in his hand.
It’s a mistletoe.
“What the hell, Tommy?”
His best friend winks. “Go get her, Ollie.”
“You’re drunk, buddy. I told you she doesn’t want me like that.”
Tommy dramatically rolls his eyes. “Just bring it with you. It’s Christmas, after all.”
“She’s Jewish.” Wanting to get Tommy out of his hair, though, Oliver sighs and pockets the stupid Christmas tradition.
“Atta, boy,” Tommy says, pushing Oliver toward the doors.
Oliver rolls his eyes.
He meets Felicity in his room, where they often rehearsed and studied over the past couple months. Silently, Oliver watches her set down her cup and hop up on his desk.
“You wanted to talk?” Oliver asks shyly, shuffling on his feet and stuffing his hands in his pockets, trying to ignore the mistletoe in one of them.
Felicity nervously chews on her bottom lip before picking up her cup again, downing the rest of its contents. Oliver’s eyes widen, not expecting it.
“Oh!” Felicity realizes what that looked like to him. “It’s not–It’s just water. My uh… throat was dry.”
“You’re good, Felicity. I’ve done much worse than what you think I’ve probably drunk before,” he chuckles. “So… talk?”
“Right. Yes. Um.” She takes a deep breath, her anxiety picking up. “You know, when you first walked into the Drama room two months ago, I had really low expectations for you.”
He assumes she doesn’t want him to speak or else she’ll lose her nerve, so he simply nods.
“Back then, you were just the snobby, rich popular guy who thought he could do whatever he wanted.”
Until Principal Waller had threatened to ban him from hockey games and hold him back from graduation, Oliver had been that guy. He’s ashamed of who he used to be. But since meeting Felicity, Oliver has changed.
Felicity continues. “But then we got to know each other and I learned that you were more than that. That whole who rich guy act was just an act. You’re this caring guy who’s actually pretty smart and passionate when you put your mind into it.”
Oliver shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face.
“And somehow… eventually, “Felicity says with a fond smile, “we became friends.”
Even though Oliver is glad that they are friends, he feels a slight pang in his heart because he’d rather be more than friends.
“And then we kissed… and I couldn’t separate us from Millie and Jimmy. That first kiss felt more real than any kiss I’d ever had.”
Oliver’s heart starts pounding and his feet begin stepping closer to Felicity without him knowing it. He didn’t think Felicity felt the same way about that kiss because she’d run away from him.
“But then I got scared. So I avoided you.”
Oliver nods, understanding why. He hasn’t given much reason that he’d be a good boyfriend. He has a reputation after all. In that aspect, he’s much like Jimmy at the beginning of the play.
But like Jimmy, he’d changed. Like Jimmy learned from Millie, Oliver learned how to be more than just his money. He learned how to be a better person because of Felicity.
“It wasn’t because the kiss was awful. It was the complete opposite. It was amazing. And–and I know we said we would just be friends, but, well, we just kept kissing for the show and I thought, maybe we’d just get it out of our systems and once the show was over we’d get over. But I didn’t. And now that the show is over, I have no more excuses to kiss you anymore– what are you doing?”
Oliver interrupts her babble, digging out the mistletoe from his pocket. He hears Felicity gasp when he holds it up. “I know you’re Jewish and all… but, uh… this could be an excuse… if you want.”
Wincing at the lame attempt to kiss Felicity again, Oliver is just about ready to accept Felicity’s rejection. Instead, he feels her lips on his, and he reacts immediately. Felicity pulls him closer to the desk she’s sitting on, pulling him between her legs. He cups her right cheek, while his other hand buries itself in the blonde hair she’d left down for the night.
All the pent-up tension that’s been building up between the two of them is released into one amazing kiss.
Then Felicity pulls back. “This isn’t a one time thing, right? Because, if it wasn’t clear, I don’t wanna be just friends…”
Oliver strokes her cheek with his thumb. “No way.”
Felicity smiles before leaning back in for another kiss. It’s almost as good as the one they just had. Except he feels Felicity start laughing against his lips.
Pulling away slightly offended, Oliver asks, “Why are you laughing?”
Felicity winces. “Sorry. It’s just… don’t you see how similar we are to Jimmy and Millie?”
“That’s what you’re thinking about now?”
She raises her hands guiltily. “I couldn’t help it! I still have post-show depression!”
“That’s a thing?” Felicity nods, causing Oliver to shake his head at the ridiculousness of theater culture. Then a thought pops into his head, which prompts a grin on Oliver’s face. “Are you saying I’m your ‘green glass love’?”
Felicity leans closer, whispering into his lips, “Only if I’m your emerald.”
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tyler Seguin- You can do better part two
Request: OMG PLEEEEEASE DO A PART TWO TO THE TYLER ONE YOU JUST POSTED
Author’s note: Praise you for requesting this because I really wanted to do one lol.
Warnings:
The first few days after you ended your relationship Tyler kept you near his side. Not that you minded it considering how much safer you felt having the hockey player near you. The only down side was going to be the day you had to actually leave. You knew that while he was being your knight in shining armor it couldn’t last. You weren’t the queen for his palace.
You were curled up on the couch with Gerry passed out on your lap after a long day of running after his big brothers. You were running your hand over his head keeping him content as his tongue lopped out of his mouth.
Tyler moved to join you both on the couch as he leaned in kissing Gerry’s nuzzle. “Hey there sleepy man,” he teased quietly before adjusting to wrap his arm around your shoulders pulling you against his side. Tyler reached in with his other hand in order to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he smiled seeming to be studying your face. "You know I'm actually jealous of my own dog?" He asked shaking his head in amusement.
You rolled your eyes in amusement as you felt your cheeks heating up in a blush. The last few days had been filled with little moments that kept knocking your breath away. You were trying to not be that clingy girl especially since he was the one that had saved you. You knew that you owed him more than you could ever actually repay, but he kept assuring you that just knowing you weren't being hurt was enough.
The silence enveloped the two of you for a few minutes as you kept your focus on the puppy on your lap. Tyler must have been getting anxious though as he cleared his throat getting your attention back onto him. "I know I've been keeping you copped up in this house so I figured tonight we could go out and let you actually have some fun since I'm still not convinced that you know how."
You knew the reputation that surrounded the Tyler Seguin, but you had to admit that you were feeling a little on edge having not left the house in a few days. Maybe getting out and actually doing something would be good. You finally nodded after a few seconds had passed. "One night out but I reserve all rights to tell you when I'm leaving if it gets to be too much," you bargained before he gave in to the compromise as he got off the couch.
He took your free hand in his pulling you up as well. You were quick to move the puppy to the couch trying to disturb him the least amount as possible. "Then we're going to get ready before you can change your mind," Tyler pulled you behind him to the room you had been using. Apparently his sister used it as her room whenever she was in town so you at least had some access to clothing and make up options even if you had mostly been living in Tyler's sweats and over sized shirts.
It didn't take much discussion in order to get him to leave you alone in the room. You only had to promise to be as quick as possible. It had been so long since you actually felt sexy and desirable and that was your target as you sat down to do your make up and hair. The dress was maybe a little more snug than you had hoped but the black material hung to every curve, and you were more than thankful that you and Candence actually wore the same shoe size.
You were nervous as you stepped into the living room where Tyler was waiting for you dressed simply in a pair of navy dress pants and a button down shirt and yet somehow he looked far too sexy. He stood there for a moment looking you over before shaking his head and offering his arm to you. "How about we get this night started?" He asked curiously.
The ride to the club was quiet since you had spent so much time together over the course of the last few days. You had already exhausted almost all conversation topics, so it was a nice comfortable silence as he drove. You knew your fairy tale would eventually have to come to an end but a small piece of you was holding out hope that maybe the spark you felt for Tyler was reciprocated.
Getting into the club wasn't a problem when you had Tyler guiding the way. In all honesty you had expected for him to find another girl as soon as you were inside leaving you to yourself but he surprised you by actually staying by your side. You just wouldn't let him ruin his entire night on you though. Once a tall blonde showed some interest you promised that you were more than fine if he went out and had one dance with her.
You were leaning on the bar after ordering a drink when a man joined you. Honestly you weren't interested but it was nice to just have a conversation with someone who wasn't Tyler or Jamie for the first time. It didn't take long though for you to find yourself laughing at some joke he had told. You reached over resting your hand on his upper arm laughing loudly.
The moment didn't last long however as Tyler suddenly appeared beside you. You were too lost in the look of fury that filled his face to lay attention to the threat he was giving the man. It didn't matter though you felt his hand land gently on the small of your back guiding you from the bar. You were worried you had done something wrong to make him so angry that you didn't ask questions as you let him lead you back to the valet stand where you stood in silence until the car was brought around.
It was tense in the car as Tyler took off seeming to want to put as much distance between you and the club as possible. You were near the verge of tears when you finally broke the silence, "can you tell me what I did wrong?" You could hear how awful your voice sounded even to you but you knew hiding the fact that you were upset was pointless.
Tyler let out a harsh laugh as he shook his head. "Of course," he said after a moment glancing over towards you. Seeing you though seemed to melt away the anger and replace it with a sadness. "I'm ruining everything. I get jealous and you're blaming yourself... and here I had promised I'd be better to you than that asshole ever was."
His words caught you by surprise as you arched your eyebrows. "What do you mean you'd treat me better?" You asked quietly. You knew he was being an amazing friend and while you wanted more eventually you figured that wasn't even a possibility.
He sighed heavily as he reached over for your hand squeezing it tightly. "It means that you deserve better. But I was hoping by some flaw in the universe that once you were ready for another relationship that maybe you'd want to give me a chance. But I'm already ruining that by threatening some random guy in a bar just for making you laugh because that guy wasn't me."
You had barely let him park the car in the drive way when you reached over kissing him hard. "When I'm ready you have a chance. I'm just not there yet," you explained knowing that he'd understand. You wanted it so bad with him, but it was going to take baby steps to get there.
168 notes
·
View notes