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A Lie to Love - Nathan MacKinnon

This is for @antoineroussel Summer Fic Exchange. I had the wonderful @broadstbroskis!

I had so much fun writing this fic and reading everyone else's work, I love getting to see so many great writers sharing their work on this site. This is also one of the longest pieces I have written in a very long time, as I was writing this I had a million other fic ideas pop in my head so many those will get written some time soon.

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I just sat down on my couch, just getting home from work when someone started knocking on my apartment door. I was hoping to ignore it and it would go away, unfortunately they kept knocking. I groaned as I got up, decided how much I was going to curse this person out. “What-” Right behind the door was Nate, giving me a nervous smile.

I had met Nate through his teammate Gabe, I babysat for Gabe and Melissa on a regular basis. Nate showed up one night that I was watching their daughter looking for advice from Melissa. I was able to help him then he hung out with me until Gabe and Melissa came home. Since then I could expect him to show up at my apartment at least once a week for dinner, and we were close friends after I had to save him from a laundry emergency that first night I met him.

“I’m so glad you’re home. I need a huge favor.” Leaving the door open I headed back towards my couch, I knew Nate would follow me and close the door behind him. Once I was sitting on the couch again Nate pulled my legs onto his lap.

“Last time you asked for a favor I ended up with the flu.” Which was true, he had asked me to help out at a learn to skate event that was outside in December. It had been a cold and foggy day, and two days later I was down for the count.

“I brought you soup! And tissues for we left for that road trip.”

“You brought me one box of tissues and two cans of tomato soup.” Nate raised an eyebrow like I had proven his point. I threw a pillow at his head before speaking again. “I’m allergic to tomatoes!”

“Oh, I’m an idiot. Sorry. But I still need a favor.” I really wanted to just say no, ask Nate to leave and go to sleep until I had to go into the office tomorrow. But I knew I was going to say yes before I even found out what he needed. “Please Ruth.”

“What is this favor?”

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend.”

“That was not what I was expecting you to say.” That got a small chuckle out of Nate but he also looked nervous. “Why do you need a fake girlfriend?” Nate was in a ‘single and loving it’ stage of life, he just wanted to play hockey and hang out with his teammates.

“An executive on the team has been talking up his daughter for like the last two years. I’ve been able to brush off the hints he has been throwing at me, luckily she doesn’t live here. Today he came up to me when I was heading out for the day, talking about how his daughter is coming into town and how we should get dinner together so I can get to know her. I thought I could brush it off as a one off dinner, say we there was no connection and then she would be gone. Easy, ya know?”

“Not really. But continue.”

“Apparently this isn’t just a visit for her, she is moving here. And going to work for the team on the social media team.”

“That must have ruined your plan.” Nate nodded and I knew I was going to agree to his crazy plan. “So how did all this lead to me needing to be your fake girlfriend?”

“I panicked and said I had a girlfriend.”

“And I’m the only girl you hang out with that isn’t related to you or in a relationship with a teammate.”

“You are also one of my best friends and the one person I trust every part of my life with. I know this is a lot to ask, I know this is bigger than asking you to help with a skating event. This is a change to every part of your life, and lying to a lot of people.”

“I’ll do it.” Nate’s jaw actually dropped like he couldn’t believe I was agreeing to do it. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“Thank you, thank you so much. I know this is a huge ask, I really do.”

“Before we talk about details, I need food and wine. Not necessarily in that order.” I ordered food and pulled out the biggest wine glass I had. As we waited for the food, we came up with a plan and story to tell everyone. We decided to stick with the cliche story of best friends who decided to fall for each other.

“Um, what about kissing? And other PDA?” Nate’s cheeks flushed as he asked the question and I knew it wasn’t from the wine. “I don’t want to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”

“Let’s just start with hand holding and that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds good.” Our food was delivered then, Nate going to the door and coming back with the bags of food.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it, you can think about it like this is our first date.” I nod and start eating once we decided on something to watch. This felt normal for us, eating take out and watching whatever hockey game Nate was able to find. After we finished eating Nate helped me clean everything up before he got ready to leave. I walked him to the door, hugging him tightly as he let out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think I will ever be able to repay you for doing this. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry about it Nate, I’ll always be there when you need me.” I closed the door behind him, hoping that I wouldn’t regret agreeing to fake date my best friend.

Nate’s pov

I had been ignoring my phone since I pulled into the parking lot at Ruth’s apartment building, knowing that asking Ruth to do this would make or break our friendship. When I left her apartment I was hopeful that this wouldn’t be the end of our friendship. But I also knew it was only going to make my feelings for her grow. I realized within a month of knowing Ruth that I had feelings for her, and I had almost told her a dozen times a year since then.

I checked my phone when I got home, I had four missed phone calls from my captain and nearly a dozen texts. I skipped over looking at all the messages and just called him. “Nate, why did I hear you say that you are dating someone? Mel has been questioning me since this afternoon because she heard you say to someone that you are in a relationship. She is pissed that I didn’t tell her about it. Which is hard to do considering I had no clue.”

Before I could answer I heard Mel’s voice. “MacKinnon, you better tell me who you are dating.”

“Uh, Ruth-” There was a loud squeal on the other end of the call and then I heard Landy trying to shush his wife.

“When were you going to tell us this?” Gabe asked after it got quiet. I wanted to tell them the truth, we had talked about it. We eventually decided that we wouldn’t tell them the truth because Gabe was the worst gossiper on the team.

“It’s only been about a month, we wanted to make sure this was going to work before we shared it with anyone. We wanted to wait even longer but one of the executives was trying to set me up with his daughter.”

“Alright. I guess that is enough information from now. We can always ask more questions at that fundraiser on Friday night.”

“Oh shit.” That caused Gabe to laugh at me.

“You didn’t tell her about that yet?”

“No, we weren’t going public yet so I figured that I would just go by myself. But I guess I need to tell her about that now and see if she is willing to come with me.”

“That is a big first outing, good luck with that buddy.” Gabe hung up and I knew that I needed to tell Ruth about Friday but when I left she had mentioned she was going to crash as soon as I left. I figured I should go to bed now and deal with everything tomorrow.

***

I was getting ready to knock on Ruth’s door when it flew open and Ruth was standing there looking shocked. “Nate! What are you doing here?” Her eyes then looked at the coffee cup I was holding, one that I had brought for her. “Oh, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“You only ever bring me my favorite coffee order when you have bad news.”

“I-Landy reminded me last night that we have a black tie fundraiser on Friday night.”

“And now that our supposed relationship is public, you are expected to bring your girlfriend with you.”

“Yeah. I am sorry, I never meant to make your life this complicated.” Ruth took the coffee from me, taking a sip before locking her door.

“I know what I signed up for Nate. I need to get to work, walk with me to my car.” I followed her through the hall of her apartment, waiting for her to yell at me. “What is this fundraiser for? And what kind of dress do I need?”

“It’s for the children’s hospital. We do it every year, they book a huge ballroom and it’s a lot of rich people. The Avs don’t run this fundraiser but all the sports teams in town donate a bunch of stuff to them to auction off and the team likes us to go so the people are more willing to open their wallets.”

“And yet that doesn’t tell me what kind of dress I need, or what time this thing is. Or any of the other million things I need to know to get ready for this thing.”

“I’m not sure about any of this, every year I go by myself. I can have Mel call you?”

“That sounds good. I have to go now, I have a project that was assigned to me yesterday that is way behind schedule. So thank you for the coffee and I’ll see you later.” I watched as she got into her car and drove away.

Ruth’s pov

By the time lunch came around I was buried under a pile of work, I hoped that if I could work through lunch and stay a little late every day this week that I would be caught up by the end of the week so I could focus on the lie at this fundraiser. So when I saw that Melissa was calling me I knew my plan was about to be derailed. “Hey Melissa.”

“I am going to ignore the fact that you didn’t tell me about you and Nate. And I am also going to save all of my questions for later, Nate told me that you need a dress for Friday. I can be at your office in 10 minutes, we can go shopping during your lunch hour.”

“I am so behind on a project that was just given to me this morning and it was already so far behind because the guy who was incharge of it before me was an idiot. I don’t have time to take a lunch break this week.”

“But Nate gave me his card to buy your dress with.” I knew I would regret what I was about to say but I didn’t have another option.

“If I tell you what size I wear, can you just get me something?”

“Absolutely!”

“Thank you. As much fun as I think shopping with you would be, I just can’t leave right now.”

“I get it. Send me a text with your sizes and I’ll find you the perfect dress.”

“Because my brain is a mess right now, I wasn’t supposed to babysit on Friday right?”

“No, my parents are in town this week. They are watching the kids. There is no way you are getting out of this event.” A part of me was hoping that I would have that as an excuse to not go but with that option gone I started to mentally prepare myself for Friday night.

***

“Thank you for letting me get ready here.” I said to Nate as he let me into his house. “And thank you for letting me crash here tonight.”

“Of course, it makes more sense this way. I also have your dress, Mel wouldn’t let me look at it when she dropped it off on Tuesday. I figured you can use my room to get ready, it has more counter space for whatever you need.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your bedroom and bathroom.”

“It’s not kicking me out when I volunteer to use the guest room. C’mon, let me carry your bag.”

“How long until we need to leave?”

“I have an Uber scheduled for 75 minutes from now.” I nod, knowing that I could make that work without having to rush too much. Once Nate headed into the guest room I started to unpack what I would need for now. Grabbing a towel before going to figure out the shower, which was far more high tech than anything I had ever seen in a shower before. I wrapped the towel around myself and went to find Nate. “Nate?! How do I work your futuristic shower?” I only stuck my head out in the hall to yell and luckily he heard me from the guest room he was in. A few seconds later he came out in only a loose pair of shorts, laughing at me. “Don’t laugh at me, your shower has a computer screen!” I opened the bedroom door so he could come in, watching his eyes widen when I saw I was only wearing a towel. As he came in to turn the shower on for me I took the time to look over him. When he turned to show me how to change the temperature and turn it off I knew he caught me checking him out. Nate was such a beautiful person, inside and out. I knew that fake dating Nate had the potential for my true feelings to come out and I was trying to convince myself that this wouldn’t end with the death of our friendship.

“Need anything else?”

“Nope.”

Nate’s pov

It took every ounce of willpower to not kiss Ruth when I saw her standing in my bedroom in just a towel, and then when I caught her checking me out I was really tempted to tell her the truth. I knew that this fake dating would just cause more pain for me but there was nothing I could do about that now. I took a colder shower than I had originally been planning to take but after that was done I got my suit on, just a dark grey suit so that hopefully I wouldn’t clash with whatever Ruth was wearing.

Just as I finished getting my shoes on there was a knock on my door. I opened it and was immediately speechless. The deep green dress looked amazing on her and I am pretty sure that my jaw was on the floor. As she moved in the dress I saw the large slit on the one side that showed a lot of her leg. “Can you zip my dress?”

“Y-yeah.” Ruth turned so her back was to me, pulling her hair to the side so I could tug up the zipper before whispering. “Perfect.”

“I should be ready in just a few minutes.”

“Yeah, I just need to come grab a tie. I wanted to wait until I saw what color your dress was.” Ruth nodded as we both heard into my bedroom, I headed straight for my closet and by the time I came out with my tie on Ruth was standing at the end of my bed smiling. “You look amazing.”

“You do too.” I walked over to Ruth, both of us looking at our reflection in the mirror. “We make a good looking couple.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” I froze after those words came out of my mouth, Ruth looking at me with wide eyes.

“O-okay, um, I’ll go grab my stuff and get out of your hair.” Ruth went to turn and walk away from me, but I gently turned her around so I could tell her the truth.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” I cupped Ruth’s cheek, locking eyes with her. “I have had feelings for you for so long. Probably since a month after I met you but I was scared to tell you. And then we became friends and I didn’t want to make things weird, so I kept it a secret. But I also fell for you more as we became closer friends. So I think a part of me decided to say I was dating someone because I want to be dating you. For real.” Ruth didn’t say anything, just took a step closer and pressed her lips to mine. “I, what just happened?”

“Everything you just told me, I feel the same way.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now kiss me for real.” That I could do, I kissed Ruth like I had wanted to do for years. We only stopped kissing when a car horn sounded in my driveway. “I think I need to fix my lipstick.”

“I would say sorry but I’m not. I’ll go to the car if you want to fix your lipstick.” Ruth nodded, stepping back while smiling at me. “Just so you know, this isn’t our first date. I will be planning that for next week and it is going to knock your socks off.”

“As long as you are there, I can’t wait.” I kissed Ruth one more time before healing downstairs to tell the driver we were almost ready. I also couldn’t keep the smile off of my face, I couldn’t believe what started out as a panicked lie turned into a chance to date my best friend for real.

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s1ater · 4 years ago

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different type of game, part one. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which eli moskowitz is a popular hockey player, but to reader he was just a boy tory nichols had history with. but eli’s trying to erase that history, and what better way then trying to get with her best friend?

warnings 🚫: mentions of sex, swearing, vulgar language, drinking, tory and reader have a “funny” relationship, no mohawk eli‼️

slater’s note 🗯: i saw a video of hockey jacob, so this kind of inspired this fic. also is it wrong that i lowkey ship tory and hawk?

part one, part two

“hockey boys are fun, always a good fuck.”

“jesus, tory.”

“what?” she out called innocently, leaning back from the boarder separating the two of you from the ice, “it’s true.”

“oh yeah?” you quirked a brow to tory, leaning away from the boarder as well and making your way to the entrance onto the ice.

you really wondered if tory thought about the words that came out of her mouth before they actually came out of her mouth.

the two of you had been watching the high school hockey team practice with the rest of your figure skating team when her words just popped into the air.

“yes.”

“who have you fucked?”

it’s silent, meaning either tory hadn’t followed you onto the ice and didn’t hear you or she was stumped.

she never got stumped, only with you really, and it was because you knew how to contradict her without fear, unlike others who would rather keep their mouths shut then receive a blade to the face from the stupid spike bracelet she kept around her wrist at all times.

you slightly glanced back, trying to see if she was following you, “tory? who’d you fuck?”

the skating rink smelt of sweat and blood, making scrunch up your nose slightly as you got farther to the center. it hadn’t ever mattered how early you got to the rink, it always smelled like that, even before the hockey practices.

“no one.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, turning the heal off your skate to face her. you knew she was lying then.

“what?”

“tory,” you dumbfounded, “who’d you have sex with?”

it was like she was cowering away from you, as if you were about to hit her or something and you didn’t get it.

“c’mon.”

“fine,” she nipped at her lip, eyes sliding along the ice, “miguel diaz.”

and you almost gasped, eyes widening, “tory,” but you kept it in, your hand reaching for her, almost asking her if she was serious, “no way, the kids a dork.”

“shut up, no he’s not.”

“yes he is!” you almost laughed, “he’s friends with those other dweebs, y’know? the lip kid and uh-“

“demetri?”

“yes!”

“y/n, you’re stupid,” it was her turn dead stare you in the eyes with a disappointed glare in her irises, “that was freshman year, two years ago, a lot happens in two years- god haven’t you ever seen eli shotgun? he does it at almost every party.”

“eli?”

“lip kid.”

“oh.. huh?”

tory rolled her eyes as if she was done with your shit, “he has the rough red hair, almost looks pink... uh, hot, number 20 on the hockey-“

you gasped, it all suddenly clicking in your head, “that’s him?”

“yes, that’s him.”

tory looked at you as if you were stupid, her face blank but harsh, it almost made you laugh, but you held it in, allowing a small snide smile slide across your lips, “how was he?”

“miguel?”

“no, eli,” you rolled your eyes, “yes, tory, the one you had sex with.”

“oh...” her teeth sunk into her bottom lip once again. her cool and rude exterior seemed to have disappeared real quick in replace of nervousness, “what if i told you i fucked the both of them?”

°•

it was a late friday night, ten minutes after practice when you felt rushed by tory’s phone call.

“y/n, where are you?”

“tory, where are you?” you were struggling with the phone pressed up to your ear as you tried your best to pull off skates and balance yourself up.

it was nine thirty at night, practice had just gotten over and there was no sign of tory at all throughout the night.

it always seemed as though tory was a slacker, didn’t show up for school, but always showed up to figure skating practice. she always said it was her ticket to a better life, especially with finals coming up. so it was weird for her to ditch out.

“y/n, it’s larusso’s party tonight, it started half an hour ago,” you could hear an annoyance in her tone, “you said you would meet me here.”

you closed your eyes tightly, it suddenly all coming back to you. you had promised her to be her safety buddy for the night just in case any weirdos came around harassing up on her.

“fuck, tory, i forgot,” you lightly slapped your forehead as if scolding yourself, sitting down in one of the arena seats, “i’ll be there soon, practice just ended.”

“you better be,” her voice erupted through your phone speaker, “i’ve been talking to stingray for the half hour, i’m gonna shoot myself before i have another drink.”

you rolled your eyes at the exaggeration that came from her mouth, “shut up.”

and you hung up the phone.

°•

you squinted up at the large larusso home. everyone knew daniel larusso as the ex-hockey-player-valley-championship-winner-now-super-rich-car-salesman. the people of LA worshiped the man.

trekking up the front lawn you could already smell the booze that was practically leaking past the front door.

“finally, you made it,” tory’s arm slung over your shoulder the moment you walked in, her hand shoving a red solo cup in your own, “drink up, long night ahead.”

you narrowed your brows, looking to her a bit confused at her tense posture. she should have been loosened up more, especially with how much alcohol she probably drunk.

“you alright?” you quirked a brow while taking a drink of the sour tasting liquid that you found hard forcing down your throat.

you winced, slightly tilting your head before throwing back some more into your mouth.

“nothing, just kinda... bored.”

“shut up, no you’re not.”

“can we go sit down?”

she was moving before you could say ‘yes’ and moving pretty fast as she swerved herself around the clumps of people littering the living room.

she sat down on a couch in the corner, her hands sitting gently on her lap making your brows close in on each other even more. it didn’t make sense as to why she was being so... awkward.

it was like her heart was racing and her eyes were moving fast, looking from one place to another, like she was paranoid, looking for someone.

“tory, are you on drugs?” you asked, placing your hand close to her as you took a seat next to her on the nice leather couch.

you could barely see her face by the way the only thing illuminating her features were the cheap tacky disco lights set in all the corners of the room.

“no, y/n,” she shook her head, eyes squinting slightly, “fuck you, no, i just need something to drink.”

“water?”

“sure.”

“okay,” you nodded slightly, leaning away from her and standing up, “i’ll get you some.”

she stayed silent, not even watching you walk away but her attention being drawn toward the group of kids beginning to dance in the center of the room.

it was unsettling seeing her so on edge, so strange, it made you uncomfortable due to tory being the usual life of a party. it was so unlike her.

you grabbed one of the solo cups stacked on the counter, biting on your lip as you thought more and more about why tory would be in the mood that she was in.

you couldn’t think of anything as you leaned up on the counter, your hand reaching for the ice as you shoveled it into the red plastic cup.

maybe she was mad you were late or maybe something had happened to her while you were at practice or maybe-

“you’re tory’s friend, right?”

you looked up, pausing your actions of pouring ice into the cup. your eyes met a pair of blue ones, studying you.

“uh, yeah,” your eyebrows were furrowed again, slightly confused as to who you were looking at...

red hair, rough red hair fading into pink...

eli.

your face dropped from its confusion and you were then trying your best to bite back a wave of amusement that begun filling your stomach.

“you’re on the figure skating team too, aren’t you.”

“yeah, are you?”

he scoffed, slight amused taking a drink of the solo cup he held in his hand, “no, hockey team. don’t think i’m nimble enough to do figure skating.”

your eyes raked his body, “hm, i think you could probably pull it off.”

you now leaned away from the counter, sliding further down to the other side where the bottle of waters were. eli followed you slightly on the other end of the marble counter.

“you’re flattering, really.”

“i try to be,” you begun dumping the contents of one of bottles you picked up into the cup, your eyes not meeting his but rather focused on what you were doing.

“y/n? that’s your name, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” you still didn’t look up, not really interested in the fact that he knew your name.

“not hard to know about something when you really wanna know about it.”

you looked up then, watching him drink the contents of his drink as he slightly analyzed you, wanting to see your reaction.

“you’re funny...” you mumbled, as if what he said was a joke, but you knew it was a joke, you were just confused, your eyebrows slightly raised.

“thanks.”

you didn’t know what to say, but you really wanted to say something as you stared at him and he stared back, waiting.

you didn’t know what to say.

and you wanted to think that he didn’t know what to say either but you knew better than to think that a boy like him didn’t have a million things to say, all things that could stump you even more, make you flustered, make you embarrassed, make you red in the cheeks.

a million things to say, but yet he stood silent, as if waiting for you to say the first words to allow him to pounce.

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 28

A/N: Thanks for all the love this past week ❤️ It meant a lot to me. Here’s 4600 words of subpar writing 😝 And FYI, we’re not getting too sad around here. This is the only chapter they’ll be apart. That means reunification next week!

April 12th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was with her family.

It was Easter, and they were celebrating together, thankfully. She was more grateful for it now more than ever, considering the state of the world. She had stayed camped out at her apartment for the last two weeks with Kasha, who had come back from Evan’s place and was none the wiser about William being there for the fourteen days prior. It made the most sense to Aberdeen because she still had to pay rent, and because she didn’t want to put Minerva through a stressful move again. So, she stayed put. Plus, now that she was living on her own, she’d know she’d go crazy if she lived with her family again. Especially with Siena back from Ottawa because of classes in some weird state of limbo. The sisters were thankful that Camden was independent enough to be able to learn on his own and not be constantly watched – and so was Orla. She had enough to tackle, having her grade one class turned into online learning until further notice. Everything was messy, and unprecedented, and weird, and not understandable, and weird, and chaotic, and confused.

But Aberdeen had her family. And Aberdeen had Willy.

They’d kept their promise about calling each other every night. Aberdeen would lay in bed and put in her headphones (so Kasha wouldn’t hear) and they’d FaceTime each other for a majority of the night, alone in their rooms, talking about anything and everything. Sometimes they’d fall asleep talking, and their phones wouldn’t shut off, and Aberdeen would wake up an hour later and see the brightness of her phone screen still lit up, and she’d see William sleeping on the other end, his face so peaceful yet so burdened with responsibility of caring for his siblings while his parents and other siblings were eight hours and an entire continent and ocean away, and she wouldn’t have the heart to end the call.

Things were fine in Tampa, from what he told her. Jacquie had calmed down considerably. Alex was…Alex – always trying to make jokes and make light of the situation. They barely left their house, but because there were three of them there, it wasn’t too bad. There were a lot of board games played, a lot of Netflix series watched. From across the countries, Aberdeen and William were watching Tiger King together. She didn’t think she’d watched anything as horrifyingly crazy. William would crack jokes about her putting him in a meat grinder and feeding him to tigers. She could only giggle.

She knew that today the siblings were going to go for their first “outing”, just to get some sunshine, along the Courtney Campbell Bridge. She hoped the weather would cooperate for them. And once they were all home, and once Aberdeen was back at her place, the routine would begin, and she’d crawl into bed, and she’d FaceTime Willy to hear all about it.

Good Friday meant they had fish. Easter Monday meant Orla’s roasted lamb and much of the same sides that were prepared on Christmas. They’d still video chat with their grandparents, Camden would still play hockey in the driveway, and Aberdeen and Siena would go down into the basement and watch episodes of Brooklyn 9-9 or another show. Routines, in a time of a global pandemic that brought so much uncertainty, were accepted with warmth. Even for just a day, life was going to feel normal. Orla and Mirza had even gone so far as to get their kids chocolate eggs. It didn’t matter that the youngest didn’t believe in the Easter Bunny anymore or that the girls were in their early twenties – the gesture went farther than that. They were all together again, even if it was just for the day.

When Orla placed the roasted lamb at the centre of the table, asking Mirza for his plate first, Aberdeen took a giant whiff of the smell and immediately felt more relaxed. She filled her plate with carrots and asparagus and Yorkshire pudding before her mom piled on the lamb and sauce.

“So where’s our good friend William these days?” Orla asked as she finished serving everybody and sat down in her seat. She immediately grabbed her knife and fork to dig in. “He didn’t want to come for Easter?”

“I’m sure he wanted to come and have your lamb, darling,” Mirza said.

“He’s in Tampa,” Aberdeen answered, smiling slightly at her parents’ interaction. “His brother and his sister went there at the start of lockdown, and so when he was good to go too, he went.”

“William quarantined for fourteen days too?” Mirza asked. “Why?”

“He spoke to one of his Swedish friends on the Predators so he had to. I bet the whole team did,” she explained.

“Did you guys quarantine together?” Siena asked.

Aberdeen rolled her eyes. “Hah. Good one.”

“William has sisters?” Camden asked.

“He has three,” Aberdeen smiled. “All of them are younger than him.”

“I can’t imagine three of you and Siena.”

Everybody at the table snorted. “We can’t imagine three of you either, buddy,” Siena quipped back.

Camden smiled, then focused his attention back to Aberdeen. “So what’s he doing in Tampa?”

“I don’t know. Hanging out with his brother and sister.”

“Why don’t you call him and ask?”

“Camden,” Aberdeen said, “I can’t just call William Nylander and ask him what he’s doing so my little brother can know,” her tone made it seem like it was the most out-of-this-world idea. But it was a total lie. William would be at her beck and call – he always was. If she called him right now, he’d answer. If she called him and asked him what he was doing because Camden wanted to know, he’d answer her and tell Camden what he was doing. He was just like that.

“I think the most important question we should be asking about William, considering the circumstances in our world right now, is whether or not he’s safe in Tampa,” Mirza interjected. He stuffed a roasted potato into his mouth. “Is he safe?”

Aberdeen nodded. “He’s safe. And he’s with his family, just like we are.”

***

Aberdeen could hear the video game sounds coming out of Camden’s Nintendo Switch as she lay in his bed, cuddled up to him while browsing through her phone. It was later – later than she thought – but she wanted to stay at home for a little while longer, at least until Camden went to bed, because, well…it was a global pandemic and she wanted to see her family. Her dad would drive her home eventually – she knew that. But she wanted to spend some time with her younger brother, even if it was just cuddling with him while he played video games and she browsed Instagram. Sometimes physical contact was the best contact; sometimes nothing needed to be said.

“Hey Aberdeen?” he whispered.

Apparently something needed to be said.

She looked over at him and saw that he’d placed the Switch face-down on his chest. He was looking up at her. “Yeah bud?”

“Are you scared about the pandemic?”

Aberdeen softened immediately. God, she wished he could stay this age forever. She didn’t want him to grow up and turn into a moody teenager. She wanted him like this forever: young and innocent and the little boy who cries over meeting Kyle Lowry. “Of course I’m scared,” she admitted. “Are you scared?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Mom’s home so it’s okay but I’m scared about dad. What if the virus is on one of the envelopes or packages he has to deliver? Or, like, on a mailbox?”

Aberdeen cuddled closer to her brother, if only to provide physical assurance. There were so many unknowns about the virus. It didn’t help that there was wall-to-wall coverage of it on the TV all the time. “I don’t think the virus works that way, Cam. I think—”

“But did you see how fast it spread in New York City? Mom and dad were watching the news one night and the number of people who have it is so high,” he was so concerned.

“I think dad’s work put a lot of, like, safety rules in place so nobody will catch it,” she tried to calm his nerves. “Dad wouldn’t be working if it wasn’t safe. Look at my work. They’re not letting me work because it’s not safe.”

Camden considered his sister’s words. She could practically see the gears shifting in his mind. “I guess so,” he acquiesced. “But I still think about dad a lot when he’s working. Mom’s even praying a lot more now.”

“I figured she would be,” Aberdeen nodded. “Listen Cam, I’m scared about everything too, but the reason why I’m not worried about dad is because dad’s a really smart guy, and we’re a family that listens to doctors and public health experts who are trying to make everything better,” she explained.

“And don’t forget the epado…epid…”

“Epidemiologists,” she smiled, saying the word for him. “Them too. I’m listening to them.”

“Mom thinks I won’t go back to school this year at all. She told me I’m gonna help her teacher her first graders,” he giggled. “Imagine that! At least I don’t have to take EQAO this year.”

“Lucky you,” Aberdeen wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Hey, if I order some masks, what designs do you want on them?”

“Raptors and Leafs, obviously,” he smiled. “Do you even need to ask?”

“Well excuuuuuuse me—”

Their conversation was interrupted by Aberdeen’s phone ringing from its place on her chest. When she flipped it over to see who would be calling her at this hour, she should have known better than to wonder. It was William. It would only be William. But he was requesting to FaceTime her. Just as she was about to reject the call, she heard Cam gasp. “Is that William Nylander? He’s calling you?!”

She gulped. “Cam—”

“Answer it! Answer it!”

She swiped her screen. She prayed to every saint that he wasn’t already topless. When he finally appeared on the screen, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt. She’d have to pray the rosary tonight. “Hi William,” she greeted formally – no “Hi baby” or “Heeeeeyyyyy” like she usually did, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Hello…” he answered back awkwardly, not realizing immediately why she was being so formal. When she tilted the camera and he saw Camden lying beside her smiling from ear-to-ear, waving frantically at him, he understood. “Heeeyyy Camden,” he greeted, waving back.

“Hi William!” Camden said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, buddy, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” he shrugged. “Aberdeen told me you’re in Tampa Bay with your brother and sisters.”

“I am,” William nodded, shooting the quickest of looks to Aberdeen. “She texted me to let me know you guys were apparently missing me today at lunch. I already know my lunch wasn’t as great as the one your mom made.”

Camden giggled slightly. “It definitely wasn’t. Mom made lamb today. Hey William?”

“Yeah bud?”

“Aberdeen told me you have three younger sisters. I have two older ones. How do you do it?!”

William burst out laughing, as did Aberdeen. “Ooooooh Camden. If I knew, I’d tell you.”

***

“How are you, minskatt?” William asked as he watched Aberdeen get into her bed. He’d called her again when he knew it was safe – when she was back at her apartment after her dad drove her home. He hadn’t expected Camden to be on his earlier phone call, of course, but they’d spoken for about ten minutes until Camden was satisfied.

Aberdeen took a deep breath. She was going for it. “Jag mår bra hur mår du?” she replied in near-perfect Swedish.

She watched as William’s eyes bulged out dramatically and smiled mischievously. “Minskatt?!” he gasped dramatically, even going so far as to sit up in bed. She could only giggle. “Minskatt where did that come from? Are you…”

“Mhm,” she nodded before he could finish his thought. “I ordered a bunch of Swedish language books and I’ve been learning since you left. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Minskaaaaatt,” he repeated, except this time in a more playful accusatory tone. “What have you taught yourself?”

“Just the most basic stuff,” she said. “Hello, how are you, where is the washroom, that kind of stuff. Verb conjugations are going to come later. And…” she trailed off.

“And?”

She smiled again. “Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker,” she whispered.

It was the most amazing thing William had ever heard. It didn’t matter that the pronunciation was a bit off – it was incredible. Incredible. So incredible that he couldn’t handle it. He smiled from ear to ear and buried his face in his pillow as he giggled. “Minskatt…you have no idea how beautiful that sounds,” he said. “Like…you honestly have no idea.”

“Do you like the surprise?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” he said. “Minskatt, you’re too good to me.”

“I want to learn more. I want…I want to like, become as fluent as I can so that I can speak to your family in Swedish. You know, when we’re in Sweden. Whenever that is.”

William’s heart practically burst in his chest. If it was possible, he would have spontaneously self-combusted right then and there at her words and their sweetness. “If I could take you to Sweden tomorrow, I would. God minskatt, I miss you so much. I’m dying over here.”

“Me too.”

“I want to touch you so bad,” he admitted. “I was dreaming about it the other night but then I woke up, and I couldn’t fall back asleep again.”

Her heart fluttered. She’d dreamt about the same thing too last night and woke up sweating. She’d never been this sexually frustrated before, even in her single days. To think of the time they spent together during quarantine, only to have him leave and be unable to do those same thing…it was a lot to miss. A lot to look forward too, as well, once they reunited. But for now, she could only miss it. “How were you touching me?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

She could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “You know how,” he whispered.

“Tell me,” she said, slipping her hand underneath the covers. She snaked it down her body and underneath her pajama pants and underwear. “Tell me how you were touching me.”

William watched as he watched her one arm move and her hand disappear. He gulped at the sight of it. “I was touching your pussy,” he huffed, slipping his own hand under the covers.

“Was it wet for you?”

“Of course,” he said, grabbing hold of his cock, stroking it almost immediately. “Is…is it wet right now?”

“Getting there,” she nodded.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Mhm,” she said, her eyes drooping slightly. She waited a few moments as she continued to touch herself before she finally continued. “Tell me how you were touching me. What were you doing?”

“I was fingering you. And my thumb was rubbing your clit…how you like it,” his voice was low.

“Mmmmm,” Aberdeen hummed, mimicking what he was saying and doing it to herself as best she could. She’d done it for so long as a single woman that she’d practically mastered it, but ever since she’d been with William, he’d mastered it in the short amount of time too. There was nothing he did that didn’t turn her on. “I had your cock down my throat in my dream last night.”

“Oh fuck,” William huffed, not expecting that at all. He thought, as always, this was gonna be about pleasuring her by some good old-fashioned phone sex. He didn’t think she’d go so far as to include him too, considering how new the experience was. But they were doing this. “Was it deep in your throat?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded. “It hit the back.”

“Fuuuuuck Aberdeen,” he huffed. He imagined the feeling and it sent shivers down his spine. He got hard almost immediately at the thought as he kept stroking himself, but ever since he’d been with Aberdeen, his own hand didn’t fucking cut it anymore. She gave him the best handjobs, the best blowjobs…everything she did was the best to him.

“Remember when I sucked you off in the backseat of your car?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet. William nodded his head quickly. “Remember how you came in my mouth? You tasted sooooo good, Willy.”

“Ab—Aberdeen—fuck, don’t—”

“I can’t wait to taste it again.”

William’s eyes rolled back. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy again.”

“When you come back home, I want you to fuck me like you did during quarantine,” she continued. “Fuck me hard how I like it, Willy.”

“Ab—are you—look at me when you cum, Aberdeen,” William demanded. He could tell by just a quick look that she was almost there. “Look at me when you cum.”

“Are you close?”

“Y—Yeah.”

“Cum with me, Willy. Think of my tight pussy when you cum.”

She could see his face contort slightly as he closed his eyes. She bit her bottom lip and tried to suppress a loud moan, writhing in her bed and squeezing her legs together as her orgasm took over her body. She heard William moan too, low and guttural, and when she saw his chest heaving just as much as hers was, she knew he came too.

As her breathing steadied out, Aberdeen couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she admitted. “That was—”

“That was really hot,” William finished her sentence, albeit more bluntly than her tone. “That was—we did that quick but God it was hot.”

“Yeah,” Aberdeen nodded. “Nothing compares to the real thing though.”

“No, it doesn’t,” William agreed. “The second I land in Toronto – finish quarantine – whatever, I’m taking you to my place and I’m fucking you senseless.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but giggle and smirk at his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

***

April 14th, 2020

“What did you and your brother do that day?” Aberdeen practically screamed into the phone as the video played on what seemed like an infinite loop on her laptop. “Seriously. What made you think to film that?”

“We practiced for a long time!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure the Toosie Slide dance took a lot of practice.”

“It does!”

“Your poor sister.”

“She lived.”

Aberdeen snorted. “And what are those shorts, William?!”

“Um, excuse me? Are you making fun of my shorts?” he giggled. “I thought you’d like them, seeing as they show off my thighs. We both know how much you like my thighs…”

“Stop it.”

“No.”

***

April 20th, 2020

“Did you get some sun today?” Aberdeen asked sarcastically, seeing William on FaceTime looking redder than a tomato.

“You’re funny.”

“Have you heard of sunscreen?”

“I wore sunscreen,” he grumbled.

“Sure you did.”

***

April 25th, 2020

“Have you been writing a lot, minskatt?” William asked as he watched Aberdeen concentrating on her screen, hearing her furious typing through the microphone. They were on the type of call where the participants just went about their business, connected through the screen, watching the other do their work while also doing their own. William was just being dumb and scrolling through golfing websites, but Aberdeen was actually being productive.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “I just…well, you saw how much I wrote when we were together too. In between the sex,” she chuckled slightly. “But after you left, there was just this huge burst of inspiration and energy.”

“I think it was the sex,” William deadpanned, causing Aberdeen to laugh. “The sex inspired you.”

“Well you definitely gave me the energy,” she smiled. “Too bad what I’m writing isn’t a sex diary or something.”

“What are you writing, minskatt?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“Um…” Aberdeen began, trying to formulate what she was writing into words. “It’s about a girl. Well, a group of girls.”

“You mean like that TV show Girls?”

“Better,” Aberdeen huffed. “Lena Dunham is awful.”

William smiled. “So a group of girls?”

“A group of girls and their relationships with each other. And the expectations they have for each other that sometimes may not work in their favour.”

“So is it semi-autobiographical?”

Aberdeen side-eyed him. Everything in writing was at least somewhat autobiographical. But he didn’t need to know that. “Maybe.”

***

April 27th, 2020

“I miss you so much,” William mumbled, his voice sleepy.

“I miss you too,” Aberdeen said, equally as tired. “I can’t wait for you to hold me. I can’t wait to just cuddle.”

“Me too.”

***

April 30th, 2020

For the first time in weeks, Aberdeen wasn’t doomscrolling about COVID-19. She was doomscrolling about William.

It started innocently enough, by Aberdeen reminiscing on the first time he drove her home from the airport and he spoke about his contract negotiations and how they turned a lot of people sour on him. She believed him right then and there, but she didn’t go looking. Now, with nothing to do and a curious mind, she went looking.

And she hated what she found.

Entire articles, practically one written every week, about his trade value. Those same articles devalkuing him as a player and downplaying his role on the team as a top-six forward. Panels of analysts and experts demanding that the Leafs trade him. Entire Twitter accounts dedicated to blasting every single little thing he did on the ice. Men with nothing better to do than to obsess over him and call him every name in the book.

And then there was the video from Tim & Sid, the popular sports radio duo in Toronto that Aberdeen listened to for fifteen minutes once, but couldn’t get past Sid Seixeiro’s dumbass opinions. In the video she watched, he took a less than 10-second clip of something William had said in a post-game interview during a loss against the Panthers and asked, indignantly, “What the hell is wrong with him?” He then proceeded to go on a five-minute rant about the entire locker room having an attitude problem, how Willy had an attitude problem, how he didn’t care about the team…and people believed it. She knew it. People gobbled it up. It was their serotonin while they hated him and called him a pussy on the internet and threw glasses at him in bars while drunk. She felt sick to her stomach that these people felt this way about him.

She’d been crying for a while before she picked up her phone to call him. Her hands were shaking as she dialled his number, waiting for him to answer. “Hi minskatt,” he cooed after the fourth ring.

“Willy,” she greeted, her voice shaky.

The last time she’d called him in such a state, she was being followed from her apartment. William’s mind immediately went into overdrive. “Minskatt? What’s wrong?”

“Willy you know I love you, right?”

He softened slightly. “Of course I do. Why would you—”

“—I love you every way you are—"

“—Aberdeen—”

“—And I know you’re a good person and I love you so much, more than anything—”

“—Aberdeen—Aberdeen—stop. What is this about?”

She took a quick breath. “What everyone says about you, Willy. They’re horrible. Horrible. I was reading and I was watching these videos and they’re just awful to you and—”

“Aberdeen, I told you not to watch those videos,” he said.

“Willy, please,” she begged. “How could they say those things about you and not even know you? How can they still be so bitter after your contract negotiations?!”

“Aberdeen—”

“I love you, Willy. I love you every way you are,” she repeated. “I don’t care what anybody has to say about you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Aberdeen,” he said calmly but fiercely. “Aberdeen, you can’t listen to them. I learned how to tune them out a long time ago. Even if I did…I don’t care what they say about me. I know who I am, Aberdeen. I know the truth, and they don’t. And you do too.”

“I do, but I just…they’re so awful, Willy. I don’t know how you can stand it.”

“Like I said…I know my truth. My family knows. And you do. The most important people in my life know the truth and that’s all that matters. I don’t give a fuck about what they think of me,” he said.

Aberdeen stayed silent. She knew she was overreacting, but damnit, she needed to overreact. She’d been a part of the hockey world now for what felt like a century, and if what she had with William was going to last, it would be a major part of her life for years to come. She needed to learn to roll with the punches. But at the same time, she felt like if those punches were unjustified, then she was justified in being upset about them and wanting to speak out. “I just love you so much,” she whispered, her voice much calmer now but still a bit shaky. “God, I’m such a horrible girlfriend. I’m calling you crying about the stupid Toronto media on the night before your birthday—”

“It’s okay, minskatt,” he interrupted. “I would rather you call me then cry alone. Besides, my birthday isn’t going to be special because you won’t be here.”

“Willy, don’t say that.”

“I mean it,” he replied. “I wish I could spend it with you. Fuck, I wish I could fly you down to Florida on a private fucking plane just so I could spend time with you. I’d kill someone just to hold your hand right now.”

Her heart fluttered. “I wish you’d come back to Toronto,” she whispered. “When you get back, Willy…I’m gonna let you hold my hand so hard.”

They both snorted. “I’ll be eagerly awaiting my gift, by the way,” he said, knowing that whatever she had in store for him for his birthday would be waiting for him when he got back to Toronto. She made it that way – she promised, and he’d accepted. He was dying in anticipation, but he’d accepted.

“Want a little piece of it now?” she asked.

He smiled. “You know I do.”

***

May 1st, 2020

Happy birthday I know you’re spending the day with your brother so it’s okay if you don’t text back I just want you to know how much I love you. I’m sorry that I waited so long. I’m sorry I denied it for so long. You have been so good to me Willy. I hope I’m half as good to you as you are to me. I’ve never felt the love that you give me every single day from another person and I think that’s because the universe was saving it for ~you, for ~you to show me, because I can’t picture it being from anyone else. I love you so much and I miss you. Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker.

i love u more than anything minskatt Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker always i will always love u i wish u were here with me nothing is the same without u

nothing is the same without you either I love you so much Willy

i love u aberdeen

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achliegh · 3 years ago

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Bronze

Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 1:

Riding With Private Malone

Oath

Boot Scootin Boogie ( Line Dance )

Clayton read the letter over and over with a sad smile, he didn’t want to leave but he also felt like he needed a purpose in life. Sitting around while your lovers are successful isn’t what he pictured for himself. He recently found out that both his birth-parents were in the military and felt like he should follow in their footsteps.

A lot of people he was close to didn’t agree with this. Especially Leo, he was devastated. Probably the angriest Clay has ever seen him besides from when the Sheriff or his family would mention Wyatt.

This was something Clayton had to do. He didn’t know what branch his birth-parents were in so he went with the one that he thought he would enjoy most, the Navy. To be exact, Navy Seal but he has to pass training first. Which he did with flying colours making him on the younger side of the teams. But he felt unstoppable, but he missed his friends and family so much it felt like he couldn’t breathe. He also gave his lovers code names because he was worried what might happen if someone found out he was in a poly relationship that isn’t straight.

He didn’t think people would take too well to it.

He was sitting at the dinky table set up in their tent, they were on a special assignment, he had a piece of paper and a pencil that he found under the cots. He started writing back when his superior officer of their team came in. He was friendly and a good guy but a little aggressive at times. Great leader for the US military.

“Whatcha writing Stinky?” He walks over to take a peek at Clay's letter humming a song that constantly plays on their old satellite radio, Riding With Private Malone, and frowns. “Clay.” He rests his hand on Clay's shoulder making him look up. “You can’t write them back, they can’t know where we are or what we are doing.”

Clay lays down his pencil and stares at his letter.

“How will they know I’m alive?”

Deer Bestie,

I’m only writing to you because it feels right, Oath came on, remember that song? The one we would sing to each other every time it came on. It was the stupidest song but it always reminds me of middle school when we sang it in front of the school at the talent show. Stupid but worth it.

I’m still not over how you just got up and left after everything happened. It was two weeks after the worst week of my life and you just left. Gone.

You didn’t even have the thought in your head to tell me when you first signed up! You waited until the week before you left to tell me because you knew I would try to convince you not to go. You fucking idiot! I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. I miss you so much.

Logan and Finn are amazing and doing all they can to make sure I’m okay. I love them, but it isn’t the same. They don’t know me as well as you and I just miss my brother.

No one has heard from you and I swear if you end up being dead I will never forgive you. I will be so fucking pissed I will meet you in hell and beat you up.

Come home Clay, please come back safe.

Love,

Leo

P.S.

You're a dickhead.

Pushing the doors open with vigor Clay and Leo strutted into their bar like they owned the place. Seeing new faces around the bullpen, Leo and him shared a knowing look and hopped the fence as a man with glasses got thrown from the bull again. Clay helped him up as Leo went over to the control board where a strikingly handsome man stood next to him. All broad shoulders and deep-toned skin. But Clay had a girlfriend so he didn’t look as long as he wished he could. Instead cracking jokes with this character in front of him.

He looked around at all the new faces, they all were attractive well-built men, he guessed professional athletes but all the logos he saw on shirts and hats. His eyes landed on two men who seemed very very close, passing a cheap cig back and forth while talking to Jimmy, the auctioneer that worked for Clay's dad. When he locked eyes with the shorter man with green eyes he knew right away.

Leo was going home with them.

Leo whistled at him as the other man walked off and Leo hopped on the machine. Saying goodbye to James, at least he thinks that's the name he told him, and walking over to the control board with Leo’s settings. He pressed the start key as the crowd sang with the song that was playing.

He cheered Leo on as he was thrashed around, catching the two guys who he spotted earlier just drinking Leo in. Lucky. It wasn’t that Clay didn’t like his girlfriend, it was just, she didn’t satisfy him in the ways he wanted. It was always about her so clay would have mediocre sex, sometimes good depending on how mad she was at him.

He had told her that he likes to be… more submissive in bed. She would make fun of him for this and while Clay enjoys being degraded he doesn’t enjoy it when it's because she thinks of him as less than a man. It really bothers him but she doesn’t care.

Later that night Boot Scootin Boogie comes on and Leo drags him to the dance floor after they had a few drinks, dancing in time with everyone else. Leo turns to him and sing with the song

“I want a shot of that redhead yonder lookin at me.” He winks at said redhead and notices the look he gets from both men. Clay smiles and laughs, shoving Leo playfully to get back in line. They dance until the song ends and wander back over to their drinks and sit as the next song starts up.

A couple songs later and Leo is waving goodbye as the two drag him out of the bar by his belt loop., Clay lifts his drink as a salute to him and drinks it in one go. He stands up and stretches, now that Leo is gone he should probably go or else Ashley will find out and give him hell for it.

“Hey yeehaw, come here!” Clay looks around and then points at himself in a questioning way when he sees who was yelling. James. Nodding James beckons him over and pats the seat between him and the man from earlier . “Your friend just stole two of our teammates!”

“From the looks of it, it seems your teammates stole my buddy.” He smiles when a man with practically white hair and a thick accent hands him a beer. “But they did seem his type.”

“Yeah, those two have been in love for years but won’t admit it. It gets really tense sometimes in the locker room.”

“What do y’all play?”

“Hockey” The man Clayton was purposefully avoiding looking at says. He takes a drink instead of answering him.

“Y’all enjoying the music? Doesn’t seem like something y’all would normally listen too.” He smiles when he gets clapped on the back by a laughing James.

“If you have better suggestions for country music we would love to hear them. Maybe we will start playing it in the locker room.” The man smiles at him and Clay feels his face heat up as he imagines being under him. The alcohol is really starting to hit.

“I- Yeah, I can give you some.” He can’t tear his eyes away from the man. He gives them loads of songs to listen to and some even come on in the bar. He sees James making a playlist and makes fun of him for it. Clay doesn’t really listen to playlists, seems boring to always know what songs are coming next.

His phone goes off with a text alert, he reads it and his face falls a little. He stands up and salutes the guys as he says goodbye and walks out the bar in a hurry. Outside waiting for him is his pickup, with Ashley in the driver's seat. He gets in and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

They drive in silence back to his house.

#leo knut #clayton bruss #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #thomas walker #noelle tremblay #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sweater weather #lumo

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everywhereallofthetime · 3 years ago

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Some Girl ... Part 12

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None.

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Sunday / July 25th

After talking before bed the night before, Charlotte and Shawn agreed that he would ride with her, Jonah, and Mackenzie to Elisa and Jack’s. It didn’t make sense for them to take two vehicles to the same place. Shawn said he’d walk over and grab coffee on the way. Make a good first impression, he had chuckled, although Charlotte could hear the truth within his words.

Shawn arriving early would give him, Jonah, and Mackenzie a chance to meet and get to know one another a little before they joined everyone else. They would talk over coffee and after Sebastian woke from his morning nap and nursed, they would leave for brunch.

Charlotte nearly swooned when she opened the door for Shawn.

His skin was bronzed and glowing, having spent so much time outside over the past week. His hair had lightened a shade as well, and whatever products he had put in it that morning had his curls and waves behaving beautifully.

He was wearing white jean shorts with a brown belt, a trim-fit, navy blue button-down with the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, and brown Vans with blue accents.

“Good morning, babe,” she beamed. She hated how only one day away from him had suddenly become too long.

“Good morning,” he grinned back, wrapping the arm of his free hand around her and snuggling her tightly to him. He breathed her in. It had been only one day but he had deeply missed the soft scent of her.

When they eased out of their hug, Charlotte ran the open placket of Shawn’s shirt between her thumb and forefinger. “You look so handsome,” she smiled. “I love you in blue.”

“Thank you, darling. You are as beautiful as always.”

Charlotte was wearing a white, short-sleeve, off the shoulder blouse and white and navy blue striped shorts. She noticed that her outfit complimented his perfectly.

“Are you ready to meet my brother and his fiancée?”

“I hope so,” he chuckled.

She linked her hand with his which wasn’t carrying their coffee and together they walked further into the condo. Jonah and Mackenzie had been sitting at the kitchen island but stood when Charlotte and Shawn entered the room.

Before any introductions could be made, Mackenzie breathed, “Oh my God, you two are adorable.”

“I swear, we did not discuss what we were going to wear today,” Charlotte laughed.

“It’s perfect,” Mackenzie giggled, “I love it.”

Charlotte introduced Shawn to Jonah and Mackenzie.

Jonah gave Shawn a once-over when they shook hands. He was tall, fit, and clean-cut, with a strong jawline and five visible tattoos. He was very attractive. Any man secure enough in who they were could admit when another man was attractive.

Mackenzie, on the other hand, gave Shawn a thorough head to toe.

Charlotte was used to women reacting favorably to Shawn, and she also knew it was something that was always going to happen with him being who he was. Even if the person didn’t know who he was, aside from being a global popstar, he was simply an incredibly attractive man. In any case, Charlotte had no true claim on Shawn. Besides, Mackenzie was happily engaged to Jonah; Charlotte knew she meant no harm or disrespect.

They all sat together at the dining room table with their coffees. Charlotte took a sip of Shawn’s coffee and instead of giving it back to him, she handed him hers.

“Babe,” he chuckled.

“Yours is better.”

“It also has a lot more caffeine,” he tittered.

She took a couple of additional sips and then, somewhat reluctantly, handed it back to him, reclaiming her own.

Charlotte looked at Jonah and Mackenzie’s amused expressions, and explained, “Too much caffeine isn’t good for Bash.”

“I started reading What to Expect: the First Year after I met Charlotte and Bash for the first time,” Shawn admitted, blushing.

“What? I didn’t know that,” Charlotte breathed, astonished. Shawn shrugged nonchalantly. “Why are you so fucking cute?” she smirked, briefly cupping his face, stroking the pad of her thumb along his cheekbone.

Jonah didn’t say so out loud, but that was something truly admirable. Not many male friends of a single mother would bother to take the time to do that. Hell, not many boyfriends would.

“How old are you, Shawn?” Jonah wondered. Shawn was already proving himself to be quite mature, but he still looked relatively young.

“I’ll be 23 in two weeks.”

“August 8th,” Charlotte offered.

“Leo,” Mackenzie tacked on. “And Charlie, you’re an Aquarius?” she asked. “February?”

“The 4th,” Shawn said, with a nod.

Mackenzie simply smiled in an all-knowing sort of way.

“Are you originally from Toronto?” Jonah asked Shawn.

“Born and raised in Pickering. Graduated from Pine Ridge.”

“I have a buddy who went to Pine Ridge. Played varsity hockey.”

“I played hockey. And soccer and basketball, too. I was in drama and the glee club. I also did Leadership Camp every year except my last.”

“Did you go to college?” Mackenzie asked.

“No. I was too busy touring…”

Jonah looked confused. “Excuse me?”

Shawn looked at Charlotte. Jonah and Mackenzie noticed that an entire conversation seemed to pass between them without words.

“I don’t meet very many people who don’t already know who I am,” Shawn said.

“Should we know who you are?” Mackenzie asked.

“Not necessarily. Not by sight anyway. Maybe not at all. You may know some of my music.”

At that moment they all heard Sebastian through the baby monitor. It wasn’t the ideal time for him to have woken up.

Charlotte frowned. “I would say, hold that thought, but...”

“It’s all right. Go,” Shawn smiled reassuringly.

She stood from the table and ran her fingers through the little curls at the nape of his neck. “May as well get it out of the way, babe.” Just before Charlotte entered the nursery, she said, “Alexa, play Shawn Mendes.”

// * // * //

The moment Charlotte returned after nursing, she heard Jonah ask, “Elisa and Jack, and everyone, you’ve met them already? We’re not springing any surprises on them?”

“He met them last weekend,” Charlotte answered.

“Hi buddy!” Shawn beamed at Sebastian.

Sebastian was already reaching for Shawn when Charlotte handed him over. “All except Valerie. And she is very excited to meet him today.”

Jonah could easily see that Shawn and Sebastian had already bonded, and he really liked that Shawn was thoughtful, sweet to, and respectful of his sister. They made a good match, even if they weren’t officially together in any capacity more than friendship.

“How did it go?” Charlotte asked, looking from Shawn to Jonah and Mackenzie. “You’re cool?” she said to her brother and his fiancée.

“We’re cool,” Mackenzie smiled.

“I always expect everyone to immediately recognize him.” Charlotte turned to Mackenzie, “I was anticipating having to have a conversation with you yesterday when you saw the picture of us on the console table.”

“What picture?” Shawn asked.

Charlotte retrieved the photo and brought it back to Shawn.

“Aw babe, I want a copy of this.” Sebastian tried to grasp the frame and bring it to his mouth. “Really, little man? Everything has to go straight into your mouth, eh?”

“I thought you might,” she smiled and pulled from her pocket the coolest flash drive keychain he had ever seen. “All of the photos from the zoo are on it. You can keep whichever ones you want and delete the rest.”

“This is amazing. Thank you, darling,” he said, grinning brightly, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Should we get going then?”

// * // * //

Charlotte’s family was ecstatic when she and Shawn, with Sebastian in his arms, arrived at brunch with Jonah and Mackenzie.

As Jonah was swept up in hugs and excited chatter, Shawn whispered encouragingly to Mackenzie, “Try not to feel overwhelmed. You’re marrying into an incredible family.”

Mackenzie squeezed Shawn’s forearm. “Thank you, Shawn.”

Jonah introduced Mackenzie, who was eagerly and enthusiastically welcomed.

Everyone was happy to see Shawn as well. They adored him almost as much as Charlotte did, which settled warmly in her chest.

The only one who hadn’t met Shawn yet was Valerie, and with the tiniest nod from Charlotte in her direction, she finally approached, greeting her cousin with a bright smile and a hug.

Charlotte squeezed her back, quick and tight. “I’m happy you’re here.” She then took Sebastian from Shawn and introduced him to Valerie.

She and Shawn could both see how excited Valerie was to meet him, but she did an admirable job keeping her composure, which was good. She needed to get used to Shawn being around.

Elisa swept by and snatched Sebastian from Charlotte’s arms and yelled over her shoulder at the trio, “Go eat!”

// * // * //

Once stomachs were full and minds were mimosa-relaxed, and when Jonah had the chance to step away from the whirlwind of aunts, uncles, and cousins, first making sure Mackenzie felt comfortable enough for him to do so, he went looking for Shawn.

He found him with his sister, of course; they were practically joined at the hip after all. They were cleaning up the kitchen, laughing so hard about God knows what that they were wheezing.

“So this is where the real party is. Clean up. Who knew?” Once Shawn and Charlotte had a chance to catch their breath, Jonah asked, “Do you play pool, Shawn?”

Charlotte gave Shawn a look that said, I warned you this might happen.

Shawn just smirked at Charlotte before turning to Jonah to say, “I’m better at ping pong than pool, but sure.”

“Great.” He then said to Charlotte, “I’ll get him back to you before you know it.” She softly bit her bottom lip and blushed.

The two young men headed downstairs to the rec room.

After the break and when they had each had one turn, Shawn said, “Charlotte told me you would want to talk, man to man.”

“No pretext then, eh?”

“What are my intentions with your sister?”

“We’ll get there,” Jonah chuckled. “How long have you and Charlie known each other?”

“Not long. Less than anyone might expect. We’ve never been outright asked and we’ve always sort of skirted around the specifics.”

“Why?”

Shawn nervously ran his hand though his hair. “Because it’s kind of ridiculous and we’re afraid we’ll be judged for it.”

Jonah was both curious and apprehensive. He waited until after Shawn took his next shot, sinking one ball, but not the next. He was hoping Shawn would offer more on his own, which he did as Jonah took his turn.

“I don’t know how you felt when you met Mackenzie for the first time, but Charlotte and I... It was immediate, the connection we made. She was heaven-sent when I needed someone the most.”

“And when was that? I’m asking outright.”

Shawn’s cheeks reddened. “A week ago.”

“Wait. Hold on.”

Shawn looked at Jonah in a way which said, now you know why we skirt around it.

“Okay. Reserving my judgement. Go on.”

Shawn continued, telling Jonah about where, when, and how he met Charlotte, and how their lives have intertwined since then. He took a deep breath before saying, “You know how you hear about ‘love at first sight’ and ‘when you know, you know?’ It’s like that with us. I mean, not exactly. We’re not in love,” he blushed. “But there’s deep affection and appreciation between us. She’s the most honest and accepting person I know. She’s sweet, and she’s kind, and I know I can place my faith and trust in her.”

“Forgive me for asking, but I have to. I have to watch out for my sister. I’m sure you understand, having a younger sister yourself... You’re not looking for a rebound or taking advantage of her in any way, are you?”

“Wow. Blunt. But I appreciate that. If you know Charlotte at all, she doesn’t let anyone take advantage of her... And with who I am, I have to be careful that I’m not the one being taken advantage of.”

“I didn’t even consider that,” Jonah said, thoughtfully.

“Regardless, no. I care about her too much. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.”

“Has Charlie told you much about Booker?”

“I know that she loved him, and she said he was good to her when he was around, but she also used the words 'complicated', 'reckless', and 'dangerous'. I haven’t pressed her for more. We don't really talk about our exes.

“She hasn’t asked me about my ex aside from wondering how I’m doing. I know Charlotte would tell me about Booker if I asked, but I would rather have her offer to tell me when she feels ready to. It doesn’t seem to matter much though because, as far as I understand, he hasn’t even tried to reach out since she left him. Which is a dick move, by the way. If I had a son, I’d do anything to be in his life; never mind what kind of relationship I had with his mother.

“We’ll have those conversations when we’re ready, or when we need to.” Shawn then said, “She misses you a lot, you know. You should really make an effort to come back to Toronto more often. And Bash is going to grow up so fast. You don’t want to miss that.”

“I like your integrity,” Jonah said. “And I like you. I like you for Charlie.”

“We’re-”

“Just friends, I know. Still. You care for her. She cares for you. I like how you treat her and my nephew. I see how you watch out for them. I hope you’re in their lives for a long time, whether you stay only friends or someday it turns into something more.”

// * // * //

Part 13

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'Greenlight, Redlight: Part 2' : New chapter for "Always for the greater cause..." is out !

Chapter Summary: The infiltration mission in the Cheyenne Mountain Complex continues for Bell & Naga before revelations & dark secrets are discovered...

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26th February 1981, 22h25

Yirina 'Bell' Grigoriev, Ex-KGB, Perseus

Entering the Cheyenne Mountain Complex by its South Entrance

The mission didn't even actually start as we were simply having our feet inside the outside part of the complex that we almost got our cover blown by a suspicious American soldier that I managed to kill thanks to the tomahawk that Naga gave me before moving to get here and after hiding the body of that poor devil right below a military truck, we could resume our infiltration and since Naga was knowing the place, he was the one taking the lead.

Our point of entrance inside the complex was in fact located at the south part of it as it was looking less protected than the north side and we can prove that since we managed to arrive inside the tunnel by its service door without been detected by any guards and lights from the outside but now that we got inside, it was going to be more complicated for us to get to our destination in the base since we don't know exactly what we could face.

We did some walk inside the main tunnel linking both entrances before we decided to retreat ourselves inside a little maintenance unit, to try to find a good plan to get to the archives room but also to avoid the few armed patrols going around to watch over the main tunnel. We stepped inside a little room with about 4 meters between each wall and it was a bit confusing to find myself in a little room like with Naga...

"Do you have a map or something of the place?" I asked him silently after taking off my hood, the heat making me sweat from having it around on my head as my equipment was doing the same.

"Hey, you should get your hood back on, we can't be recognized here," Naga advised me as he was staying near the door, putting his left ear against it to listen outside. "You're deaf or something? put it back," He ordered to me.

"Why I should have it every time? I got nothing to hide," I replied, having my XM4 in my right hand and the hood in the other one in its palm.

"Maybe but we're inside one of the most protected American bases of the United States," He argued, looking at me through his sunglasses. "And besides, that's a rule in the Collective: you can't remove your hood like that," He added, shaking his head and putting it back against the door. "You want to have your head glued on some wanted poster on the walls of every West agency?"

"Okay but..." I rolled my eyes as I was realizing that he was right about not complying with that rule. "I'm just taking a free breath while we're in a little room with nothing to get us to spot so, relax," I suggested, taking a calm voice, not to compare about the one Naga is using.

"As you wish..." He breathed through his green & white detailed mask. "But once outside, you got this back on, understood?" He demanded to me.

"Of course," I complied, nodding at him. "So, at my initial..."

"Wait, keep quiet," Naga cut me in, gesturing with his right hand to keep my mouth shut as we start to hear some footsteps outside the room, prompting me to get near Naga without making any loud noises, wanting to listen to what was happening.

"Hank, nothing weird here as usual, over," It was the voice of a soldier right through the door, speaking either to one of his friends by radio or in person.

"Understood, you will get soon replaced by Walter," Another voice was heard, sounding a bit weird as we could realize that it was coming through a radio. "Hey, personal communications, there's this Hockey game between the Minnesota North Stars against the Boston Bruins, you should come to see it as you're a fan of the North Stars," The voice added, sounding less authoritarian than before and funnier.

"Yeah, did I miss anything?" The soldier asked, his voice getting a bit closer to the door as if he was leaned against it

"A lot of brawls, that's what you're missing, buddy," The voice through the radio replied in a personal way, making me & Naga look at each other in confusion...was it like that in every highly protected military basis of the Americans?

"And of course, you put me on patrol the night they're playing, we know well that there's nothing exciting happening here," The soldier sighed as I could see Naga's eyes rolling around through his sunglasses, finding it funny as I was keeping my serious. "I'm finished in two minutes and I'm coming in, over," The soldier continued before we start to hear footsteps going away from the door, Naga releasing a relieving breath through his mask.

"Dammit, typical of the Americans..." He said, looking to resist laughing on the part of his face that I could see. "Always talking about hockey, maple syrup, and their food, all of this, you know," He told, making me narrow my eyes. "What? What did I say?" He asked me curious about seeing me like that.

"Naga, that's the Canadians," I muttered at him, a smile on my face as I was surprised to hear him complain about the wrong people. "In here, it's more Burgers, fries, soccer, 'The American Dream', all of those things," I explained, moving away from the door while still keeping a low voice in the case of any surprises coming through the door.

"What? That's what Jackal told me about the USA!" He exclaimed, blaming his friend that I never saw for the moment since my foots landed on US soil. "He said to me that....did he lied to me?" He looked down away from me as if he did have a realization in his head. "Hopefully that I didn't go in public, I would have acted like a...Canadian like you said,"

"Uhm, excuse me?" A female voice, Wraith, was heard inside my left ear. "Can you two stop about talking of what the stereotypes of this country and be focused back on the mission?" She demanded to us, using a rather serious voice, never sounded so serious.

"Oh, sorry, I forget that you were there," Naga apologized, his radio in his left hand.

"I can hear you well, where are you exactly?" Wraith asked us.

"Now?" I started, putting my index finger on the earset in my left ear. "In a little maintenance room near the South Entrance," I responded, giving our possible location to her as we weren't having anything on us that could help to locate us inside for her. "We were hiding from patrols and to plan our advance inside the complex before Naga...well...you know," I added, Naga raising an eyebrow that could tell me that I didn't say the good words in front of him.

"Just, get back concentrated on the mission, I'll contact you if I've got anything for you...or contact me if you need help," She recommended in a good voice to us, acknowledging the risks and talking about the US now wasn't the thing to do before my earset went off for the moment.

"Well, let's not talk about the US and better on the mission, right?" I suggested to Naga who nodded at me instantly. "So, I'm asking my initial question again: do you have a map of the place?" I finally managed to ask that question and it's without any words that I got my answer as Naga got his hands inside his green tactical vest to take out a paper and unwrapping it, discovering a small detailed plan. "That's...that's the map?" I was surprised to see how little detailed the map was, looking not so good for me.

"Yeah, thanks Aldrich for that, the guy is drawing like a kid and even, a kid can do better than him," He replied, looking at the map and sighing at it, his eyes crossing around the paper. "Ah, we're here..." He said, pointing out to the bottom of the paper where a grey tube was drawn, especially a small gap in the tube. "...and we need to go there," He moved his hand across the map before stopping next to a big marked red circle with the words: ARCHIVES ROOM, HERE in red as the circle was showing a little room at one part of the base that was showed in blue.

"At least, Aldrich knows where we need to go," I mumbled, seeing the path that we were going to take to reach that room. "We just need to turn left at the first tunnel we're seeing and moving along it until we can join the room," I elaborate, taking the most perfect path that was short.

"We should try that and if we have doubts, we're checking back the map," Naga commented as he wraps back the map into a normal format and putting it back in his jacket before moving to grab back his LC-10 he leaned against a red barrel and open slightly the door to peek his eyes outside. "It's good, no one's around here, let's go," He said, taking a step outside as I followed him, putting my both hands on my XM4.

I stepped outside to get back inside the tunnel that was linking both entrances of the base, finding it empty of any American armed patrols and enlighten by green lights along with it as we started to move out away from the room we hide in to get ourselves deeper inside the complex, staying cautious and our fingers on the trigger of our guns, knowing that we can be surprised by a patrol and that ain't the thing we want...for now...

The first tunnel we saw going to the left was perfect for us but we needed to be aware as we were entering a high securitized sector of the base and despite my advice of taking another path, Naga insisted to take it as it was the fastest way to reach the archives room and I found myself to comply, entering a sort of little warehouse...

Of course, we weren't alone here but we got the advantage that the lights were turned off to take over the guards as their locations were now well known from us, we just needed to see where the lights were coming and we could know where the guards.

"Leave the bodies here, no need to hide them," Naga spoke up after we killed one of the last remaining patrols in that 'warehouse' that was keeping the access towards another tunnel near it, our objective as I was going to move one of the bodies away from the row we took care of that patrol.

"If we got our cover blown..." I mumbled, taking back my XM4 that I put on the ground and along with it, the radio that the guy I was going to drag was using.

"Don't worry, they will only find out when we will be gone," He assured me, sounding very sure of himself but not for me as he moved near the doors leading out of the warehouse. "A few meters and we're good," Naga said, opening the doors to peek his head between them."And it's good, follow me," He ordered, complying since minutes as always to stay behind him and he was right, only a few meters from the doors we took, the archives room was here...

"To say about been lucky," I thought to myself, finding that the base was in fact well constructed...for someone to get in here...

"And on the map, it says that the vehicle hangar is just nearby so we already got our evacuation transport for us," Naga scoffed while been focused on aiming in front of him as he was moving on the side to get his right hand on the handle of the door which was marked 'Archives Room: No trespassing!' "Okay, time for us to get into the most interesting part," He joked as he opened the door widely, discovering the room in the middle of it, a space with computers and some listening devices on the walls...but not only...

In the middle too, there were three men dressed up in blue work suits with a US Space Force ensign on their shoulders along with their names, and when everyone's eyes met with us opening the door, it was like we stepped in at the wrong moment but now, there was no time to be in a funny mood, me starting the first bullets towards one of the guys that were trying to flee to reach a big red button near the wall with the listening devices and killing him.

Suddenly, my gun stopped firing as I didn't reload, Naga having done the same thing along with me and now finding myself less stupid in here, causing me to grab the Tomahawk in my right hand and to charge the tallest one as Naga took the other one for him.

That guy was looking massive for me and he was ready to receive me at the impact but I saw it right into his eyes knowing that he was going to counter me at this, so, I stopped right at a respective distance from him, having started to move his arms to grab, only grabbing thin air as I threw the tomahawk right in his left leg, making him kneel and shouting in pain before I took it back, and then, slice his throat with the blade of the tomahawk in a straight line. He tried to stop the bleeding with his hands but it was useless as he falls on his back before I looked at Naga who was brutally stabbed with a combat knife the other guy that he managed to get over one of the desks....the blue work suit of the poor devil going red...

"Good riddance, Bell, get on this computer, that's your part," Naga ordered, cleaning up the blood off the blade of his knife on the dead guy's body, pointing with his other hand, one of the desks behind him and I complied, taking the moment to reload my XM4 with another mag before moving to reach the desk and sitting on the chair.

"Let's get started," I spoke to myself, stretching my fingers and hands before starting the computer again.

"Wraith, we're in!" Naga said, wanting to alert her from our improvement but to our surprise, nothing came back as a response. "Wraith, do you copy?" He asked, sounding a bit worried. "Wraith, are you here? We're in!" He repeated before he moved in front of me at the other side of the desk near the listening devices. "Fuck, either the communications aren't working here...or they got a jammer," He supposed as I was struggling at my side.

"Shit, it's asking me a password," I mumbled, finding myself block like an idiot again.

"Find something interesting, they're always keeping something giving us the answer," Naga suggested, prompting me to look around the desk, trying to find something that could help me but the only thing I could see was a picture of the US president, Ronald Reagan and to try, I typed his last name and...

"It worked!" I exclaimed, seeing a big green 'connection successful...processing...' on the screen. "They were using their own president's last name as a password," I said, Naga looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"That asshole? Even me would never use his name for something like that," Naga confirmed, making a little laugh through his mask.

"There, let's get down to business, shall we?" I told to myself as I needed to work with some magic to get exactly what we needed and after a few instants, I reached a repertory where there were 2 files..."I've got something about Greenlight...but also about that Numbers program..." I stated, seeing those two names on the screen.

"Try to print them, there's a printing machine just near me," Naga suggested as I was already going to find the command to do this, and just seconds after, the printing machine was already starting to process, and then, during that and while Naga was having his eyes on the machine, my eyes went on some audio tapes...two audiotapes that were near the computer...two having a familiar name on it...Stitch.

I took them in my hands by my curiosity, finding it weird that Stitch's name was on some audiotapes inside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex and I decided as Naga wasn't looking, to put them inside my jacket, wanting to check them personally in my side later when we'll be back at the safehouse.

"Got one...looks interesting, it's about Greenlight," Naga declared as he took in his hands the first paper that came out of the printing machine. "Keeping it for later, you'll check after the mission", He said, getting the paper in his jacket before his eyes went on the second & last paper he took in his hands. "And here's the..." He then stopped himself to look closer at it, the part of his face not looking good. "Wait, why is Aldrich's name mentioned in that paper? Said to be one of the supervisors of the Numbers program..." He revealed, feeling the anger in his voice.

"What does that mean?" I asked him, going up from my chair and taking the XM4 off the ground.

"That fucker lied to us, that's what meaning here, Bell," Naga replied, showing me briefly the paper in his hand. "He lied to us about the Numbers program, he knew it well,"

"Bell, Naga? Are you here?" Wraith's voice came back, surprising us. "Anyone?"

"Wraith, we copy, what happened?" Naga took the lead, responding before I could do so even if I decided to let him do it.

"I've got to change location, seems that the Americans are getting too much suspicious, do you get what we need?" She responded in a normal voice as the sound of a car engine was heard through my earset, probably driving away from the shack we met with Naga earlier.

"Yes, we..."

"All units, intruders in the base, I repeat, intruders are in the base!" The voice of a man echoed all around the room through a speaker on the corner of the room. "Intruders are in the base, deadly force is authorized if necessary!" The voice added before the alarm went off along with the light, going red.

"Shit, Wraith, they spotted us!" I raised my voice, starting to move with Naga on another door and staying behind him.

"Fuck, get the hell out of here!" Wraith ordered us as Naga force open the door in front of him with a big nudge. "Meeting at the extraction point with the others, out!" She added before her voice was no longer heard.

"Quick, Bell, to the vehicle hangar, follow me!" Naga shouted as the alarm was going off, the hallways enlighten with red lights and during my run...I was starting to hear voices again...multiple voices before it became only one...I was still running behind Naga, staying focused on it...but the voice was still around here in my head.

"We'll soon take control of the Numbers..."

"From the safety of..."

"I'm sorry but you become dangerous for him..."

These voices continued in my ears, like echoes until we arrived in the hangar of the complex after killing along the way some soldiers that tried to stop us and by chance, we didn't get greeted by bullets for the moment as our eyes were looking around to see a perfect vehicle for us.

"That APC," Naga pointed to me the big armored APC in the middle of the hangar, well-positioned to be already driving away. "Get on the turret, I'm taking the wheels," Naga suggested, running towards the APC and I soon complied to his suggestion, climbing up to open the hatch for the MG gunner in the back of the APC as Naga was moving to reach the driving post.

"They're here, open fire!" I turned around when I saw a squad of soldiers arriving from the very same door that we used to get here as I was positioned well on the gunner position, causing me to take the MG in my hands and to open fire in their direction, hitting two of them as the others were getting in cover.

"Brace yourself, we're leaving," Naga scoffed, keeping a positive and funny attitude not like me before he starts the APC engine and driving away from the hangar while under fire from the soldiers coming inside the hangar.

He drove the APC in the main tunnel, wanting to turn to his right to reach back the South Entrance and leave by it but the doors of it were already closing in and the APC wasn't looking good to force it without getting useless and with only a second to react, he instead turns to his left to get to the North Entrance, hoping that it would be open.

The soldiers were still trying to stop us along the way, causing me to use the MG on them, and also on the attempts to stop the APC. It became a pursuit when some cars arrived behind the APC to catch us, prompting me to get focused on them, firing at them with the best of the MG I was controlling, Naga not helping me in his driving as he was making zigzags to avoid the home-made roadblocks on our way out but at least getting one truck out of action...

"Hold yourself!" Naga shouted to me as I turned my head around for a second to see that the North entrance was soon getting closed and he managed to pass with the APC through the gap between the two sides of the door as the other trucks pursuing us stopped in their moves inside the tunnel. "Woohoo, that's so great, one more and it'll be good," He added as there was one grilled fenced portal to pass until we were out but then...

As I was going to put my hands back on the MG that I suddenly feel pain in my right shoulder, causing me to fall inside the APC, seeing Naga driving it before I look at my shoulder, seeing some blood coming out of a bullet hole...that pain...I was hit by a bullet and the pain was impossible to ignore.

"Naga...I...got...I got shot," I tried to say while moving up slowly towards one of the benches of the APC, not wanting to stay laid down on the metal ground to try to stabilize my wound as a loud shock was hear inside...meaning that he got us outside.

"What?" He muttered before he turned around his head for a second to look at me, holding my shoulder with my left hand. "Shit, hold on, Bell, I'm driving as fast as I can," He tried to reassure me, keeping his eyes on the road as my head was slowly getting dizzy.

We didn't bring first-aid equipment with us and I tried to find something that could stop the bleeding temporarily until proper healing was done on me and in the APC but there was nothing that I could really use for apart from my hand that was getting filled slowly with my own blood and by looking at it, my head was getting dizzy faster, struggling to keep myself alive before I, unfortunately, fall on my back on the bench, trying to stay awake at my best...not wanting to pass out or cry...I tried to...getting the hood off my head but that was the last thing I could do now...

...feeling my body shutting down before my eyes closed too...passing out on that bench...

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #freya wraith helvig #kapano naga vang

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goalcaufield · 5 years ago

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break my heart - trevor zegras based off of break your heart by taio cruz (thank you @fratboyvivimatthews :)) WHO BY THE WAY. IS A TZ GIRL NOW. this fic turns people. word count: 4713

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“so, we’re getting serious, aren’t we?” you break the silence of the car ride with your voice just barely above a whisper, and this causes trevor to look over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“what’s getting serious?” he chuckles nervously, and now it’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows.

you gesture your finger between the two of you. “us.”

“there’s barely an ‘us.’”

“trev, you’re driving me home from spending the day with your family. on a holiday. you can’t tell me there isn’t any-”

“i told you i was only going to break your heart, y/n.” trevor says, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking over at you while you’re staring straight forward. you shake your head slightly, and you can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips.

“but you didn’t,” you mumble, finally turning to look at trevor. “trevor, you tried to break my heart, but you couldn’t let yourself do it. you wanna know why?”

trevor’s eyebrows furrow, “why?”

“because you love me. that’s why you couldn’t break my heart. because even after you told not only me, but yourself and your friends, that you wouldn’t fall for me you still did. that you didn’t want anything serious or long term, but we’re still here, we’re still sitting in your car at one in the morning, and you’re trying to act like all of this meant nothing to you. you love me, trevor zegras. don’t try to deny it.”

you watch as trevor rolls his eyes. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt even just a little bit, because it did, but he was trying to keep this tough guy act up for all too long. “this meant nothing to me y/n and i don’t see why you can’t get that through your head.”

“and now you’re just trying to convince yourself that!” you laugh, letting your body fall back into the passenger’s seat. “trevor zegras, i know you’re in love with me. your plan failed, you fell for me, and there’s no deny-”

trevor cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, wasting no time as his hand goes up to press against your cheek. this only confirms your suspicions and what you had been saying: trevor zegras was in love with you, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

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“y/n, how can you not notice that? he’s been checking you out all night!” mack yells over the music, her eyes trained on the bu forward that was standing a little ways behind you.

“i highly doubt that,” you say, but you look over your shoulder and sure enough the brunette boy is staring straight at you while he says something to who you assume is one of his buddies. when he catches your gaze he smirks and you quickly turn back to your group of friends. “okay, so maybe you’re right.”

“go make your move!” lauren yells, hands going to your shoulders to push you away from all of them. “go get yourself a hockey boy, y/n!”

you’re a laughing mess as you turn to walk towards the boy. maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just the fact you couldn’t believe you were actually about to do this. but nonetheless you still find yourself standing in front of the boy. there’s a smirk plastered across his face while he turns to say an, “excuse us.” to his friends. “hey.”

“hey to you too,” you say, arms crossed over your chest. “couldn’t help but notice you’ve got a pair of lingering eyes yourself, huh?”

his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes glancing over your shoulder, then his gaze meets yours. “well what can i say?”

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friday or saturday night parties were a thing. you and trevor always found yourselves at one, and for the most part you were glued to each other’s sides. but when you weren’t? oh, boy.

“y/n, isn’t that trevor?” stella asks, her eyes fixated over your shoulder and staring into the living room behind you.

“what? probably,” you say and turn around to see what she was referring to. because it wasn’t like seeing trevor was something out of the ordinary.

your eyes land on trevor sitting on the couch, but he wasn’t alone. there was a girl sitting on his lap while he was leaning back against the cushions, his elbows resting on top of the couch. you can feel the tug on your heart strings, but you know you don’t even have the right to be all that upset. you weren’t even official, just someone for him to turn to when he needed it.

on the other side of the room, trevor chuckles nervously as the brunette kisses against his neck. “blair, what are you doing?”

“giving us both what we want, duh,” she smiles, smiling sickeningly sweet at him as her fingers trail from around his neck down his chest. “you’re telling me this isn’t what you wanted, z?”

“no, it’s not,” trevor laughs. “i’m kinda taken, blair. it’s a bit of a complicated situation.”

mack places her hand on your arm and you turn back to face them. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m alright,” you clear your throat and push mack’s hand off of you. “we’re not official, i know that. i can’t get upset.”

maddie scoffs and places her solo cup on the counter next to her. “y/n m/n, do you hear yourself right now? you’re settling for second place. you’ve never done that before in your life. not when we were five years old and sure as hell not when we’re eighteen. if you’re even just talking, he should only be talking to you.”

“and not to mention he got pissed when you and alex talked - or alex even looked in your general direction.” stella adds on, and you can’t help but to let out a defeated sigh. because both of them are right. trevor had a tendency to get jealous when it came to his friends and you, and to him he was allowed to do anything he pleased. but on your part? you better think twice and then some.

“go over to him - or better yet, go find one of his teammates,” your best friend says. “you look incredible, half of those boys can barely keep their eyes off you. go use it.” maddie pushes you towards the living room where plenty of boston’s hockey team was lingering.

“but first, refill!” mack drunkenly giggles and pours the mixture that was sitting in a pitcher into your cup. you thank her, take a quick sip, before you’re off on your mission.

you head into the living room and spot alex vlasic - one of the boys on the team you were closest to besides trevor. alex was your over protective big brother and he was willing to do anything for you. so you knew he would be on board.

“hey lex!” you grin, sitting on the arm rest next to him. alex smiles as he takes his cup away from his lips.

“hey y/n/n, what’s up?” he smiles goofily up at you, hand going out to take your cup of alcohol and he takes a sip. “you see what zegras has been up?” he gestures your cup over to where trevor and the girl are sitting and you roll your eyes.

“that’s actually what i wanted to talk to you about. you up for a little game?” you grab your cup back from alex and watch as his eyes light up. “that’s what i thought.” you grin. “basically we’re just gonna mess with trevor. get in his head, you know?”

“sounds like a plan to me,” alex mumbles, one of his arms going up to wrap around your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap and you feel a smirk growing on your face.

“this works too,” you mumble back. you let yourself get comfortable and alex places his hand on your lower back. “hey case! take a photo of us!”

you toss your phone to the defenseman that’s standing almost in front of you and alex. “would you look at you two,” case winks, obviously knowing what was going on. it was no secret on the university’s team the relationship you and trevor had - or lack thereof.

you turn your face, wrap your arms around alex’s and press a kiss to his cheek. you can see the flash through your closed eyelids, and when you pull away alex is grinning as he turns to face you. “promise you wont get mad at me?”

“why would i be mad?” you giggle, fingers playing with the ends of his hair that are at your finger tips.

“he’s staring,” alex mumbles. “so i’m gonna kiss you.”

before you have time to react - and even if you did, you wouldn’t, because this was going perfectly - alex leans in and kisses you. case takes a couple more photos and you know he has a shit eating grin on his face. everyone was constantly pissed at trevor for being a douche to you, his own teammates included.

you pull away from alex, a smile on your face. “you know, you’re a good kisser. better than-”

before you can finish your sentence you feel a hand clamp around your wrist and suddenly you’re yanked off alex’s lap. case’s eyes widen and he tosses you your phone quickly while trevor pulls you down a hallway of the house.

“you know, if you’re gonna mess around trev, then so am i.” mistake number one. in an instant, trevor has you pushed up against the wall in the dark hallway, far enough you can barely hear the music playing and where no one could see you if they were looking.

“and you should know by now that i don’t like to share what’s mine babe,”

your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him down just far enough where your lips barely graze over his ear. “and you think that i like to baby?” trevor lets out a moan and you know you’ve got him right where you want him: in the palm of your hand.

“fuck,” he mumbles, eyes trailing down your body before he presses his knee right between your thighs. “don’t act like you think it went unnoticed.”

“oh really?” your breathing starts to get hard, but you manage to stand your ground. there’s no way you would falter in front of him, and you shoot back,“because it seems like you don’t seem to care very much trev. as long as you mess around with girls trev, i’ll do the same right back.” even though he’s kissing up and down your neck, you still manage to keep your composure.

“do you wanna go back to my dorm room?” trevor breathes out as he nips at your neck. he eventually pulls away to see your reaction and the look in your eyes says it all. “great, lets go.”

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tz: you up?

y/n/n: trev it’s one in the morning.

tz: desperate times call for desperate measures

y/n/n: so now you’re with me cause you’re desperate?

tz: no not at all. just get over here, y/n. i need you Read at 1:04am

tz: y/n/n please, i haven’t even began to tell you how bad the game went

y/n/n: trev you’ve been back in boston since 11:30, why arent you asleep yet?

tz: i couldn’t sleep without you. please, my door’s unlocked

y/n/n: i’ll be up in five

you get up from the comfort of your bed, careful not to wake up maddie as you slip on your slippers and one of trevor’s hoodies that you’ve stolen from nights just like this. you grab your bu lanyard with your dorm room key and then you’re off to trevor’s room which is only three floors above you.

you’re impatient as the elevator seems to go up slower than normal, but it’s probably because you know trevor is desperate to see you and you know he needs you in the moment. when the elevator doors finally open you’re off to find room 424. sure enough, trevor’s door is propped open and the light is on. alex isn’t in the room, and god knows where he is, but part of you is thankful.

“trev?” you ask, peeking your head into the room. trevor is laying down on his bed scrolling through his phone, but the moment he hears your voice he’s locking his phone and his arms are open for you to lay in them. “baby,” you laugh, but nonetheless you walk over to his bed and crawl into his arms. immediately trevor holds you to his chest, one hand rubbing up and down your back.

“today was shit,” trevor mumbles pressing his lips to your head. “i just wish i could’ve been with you sooner.”

“well i’m here now, trev,” you mumble right back to him, leaning your head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. he lets out a sigh of content and you relax into his arms, situating so your legs are on either side of his body.

“thank god,” trevor whispers. he lets his hands slip under your sweatshirt to rest on your bare skin. “thank you, y/n/n. thank you for being here.”

you smile against his chest, eyes peeking up to look at him. he’s already looking down at you, a soft smile on his face. “you’re welcome, trev. i’m just happy it could be me.”

some of the bu hockey boys are sitting around cam and logan’s apartment after practice, a long and grueling one at that. cam decides he wants to poke a little at the freshman. “so zegras, what’s up with you and y/n/n?” cam smirks, gaining trevor’s attention, and trevor looks up and rolls his eyes.

“why do you care who i fuck, crotty? last time i checked it shouldn’t be a concern to you.”

“when suddenly your blowing up with points? i gotta know the secret, z. care to share her?” trevor shoots a glare at his captain, whose tongue is darting along his lips. “c’mon, at least show us photos.”

“absolutely not.” trevor grumbles, eyes rolling, and he’s ready to leave the room. ready to go back to you, because if he’s honest that’s where he’d rather be. and putting up this act was getting tougher and tougher every day. but he wouldn’t admit that.

“he’s just got a girl in the stands to impress, not gonna last very long,” logan mumbles, giving trevor a look before he places his play station controller on the coffee table. “i don’t feel like playing anymore.”

“she’s not a bunny,” trevor grumbles, picking up what logan put down. “she’s just there to fill any void.”

cam chuckles, “keep telling yourself that. she’s definitely the type of girl to make you fall harder than you expected. be careful, tz.”

“keep that up, zegras, and i’ll make sure whatever the hell is going on with you two ends.” alex huffs from his spot on the couch. “you know how much she means to me, i swear if you break her heart zegras you won’t stand a chance.”

trevor makes a face and holds both of his hands up in defense. “i told her from the start that i’m only going to end up breaking her heart. she’s the one staying, so it’s all on her. don’t think she’s some perfect little princess, alex. you can’t save her from this.”

“trevor, why don’t we just become a thing?” you practically giggle, arms wrapped around his neck playing with the hair on his neck. trevor chuckles, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. he looks away from you before looking back into your eyes.

“i’m only going to break your heart, y/n/n, you’ve got to understand that. i’m not easy to please. i’m literally going to tear you apart,” his voice is low, which only adds to the butterflies and the rapid beating of your heart.

“then break my heart, trevor,” you whisper, bringing his neck down to kiss him.

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“trev, are you sure we’re allowed up here?” you giggle as trevor pulls your hand up the staircase and to the rooftop of the environmental sciences building.

on top of the building were dozens upon dozens of flower beds growing all the types of flowers you could possibly imagine. a smile graces your face and trevor stops in the middle of the roof, turning to look at you with a grin on his lips as well.

“we’re definitely not,” he laughs, “but i packed us a little picnic for the afternoon. i’m pretty sure as long as we don’t get caught we’ll be able to stay up here for as long as we so wish.”

you breathe out a sigh and wrap your arms around trevor, tilting your head up so you’re looking up at him. “thank you, trev.”

trevor presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “you’re welcome. i know you’ve been stressed over your econ test and i figured i’d try and help you take your mind off things. so until then, no talk about school. you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

“i think i can,” you smile up at him. “so, about this picnic? where’s the food?”

trevor rolls his eyes playfully before he’s pulling you over towards a bed of sunflowers. sure enough, there’s a blanket on the concrete and a picnic basket settled in the middle. you smile over at trevor and he gestures for you to sit down, so that’s exactly what you do.

“thank you trev, really,” you say, reaching over and placing your hand on top of his. “it means a lot.”

trevor clears his throat. “anything for you, y/n/n. you know that.”

the two of you begin taking out the contents of the picnic basket, which includes two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - that trevor was very proud of himself for - strawberries, cut up pineapple, blueberries and two bottles of apple juice.

you giggle, holding up the two bottles. “apple juice, really tz? how old are you again?”

trevor gives you a look, followed by a playful grim smile. “you know i can’t drink on the weekdays. besides, none of the guys were available to run to the store for me. i was planning on getting you a bottle of wine, but that didn’t work out obviously.”

“well it’s the thought that counts,” you grin. “thanks trev. seriously. you didn’t have to go through all of this for me.”

“i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to.”

you find yourself smiling down at the blanket like an absolute fool. it was crazy the effect trevor had on you; you were absolutely wrapped around his finger. he could have you eating out of the palm of his hand if he really wanted.

a few minutes later, trevor starts playing music from his phone and the two of you sit there eating and talking. him about hockey and how his season has been going, as if you didn’t already know every single detail about it, and how you were both excited in a few weeks to be going home to your families for thanksgiving. you try to ignore the sky slowly turning more gray and staying in the moment with trevor.

“so what are you doing for thanksgiving?” trevor asks and you freeze. “tough subject? i’m sorry, y/n.”

“no, no, you’re fine. my parents are separated, both remarried, and it’s not like i want to go to those, you know? i usually just stay at my aunts, she lives in southeast new york.”

“you know i’m from around there, right?” trevor chuckles. “where does she live?”

“lewisboro, do you know where that is? it’s kinda close to connecticut,” you say, popping a strawberry into your mouth. a smile forms on trevor’s face and you give him a look.

“that’s not even twenty minutes away from me,” he smiles down at the bowl of strawberries. “why don’t you come visit on thanksgiving?”

your cheeks burn, and you’re sure they’ve got to be the exact same color as the strawberries. “you’d want that?”

“i do want that, a lot, y/n/n.”

“i think i can work something out,” you whisper, and the two of you sit listening to the music playing from trevor’s phone.

the song playing ends, and then ‘mercy’ by brett young starts playing. trevor stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. “dance with me.”

“what?” you giggle, placing your hand in his. trevor pulls you up, placing both of his hands on your waist and you wrap yours around his neck. “what are you doing, trevor zegras?”

“dancing with you, what else does it look like?” you let out a content sigh, letting your head fall against trevor’s chest. there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms. no one else you’d rather be in a super complicated relationship with, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

trevor begins to mumble the lyrics into your ear, but all ends all too quickly when there’s a crack of thunder that causes you to jolt away from him. you look up, and sure enough the sky is dark and rain begins to spit down.

“oh come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of some water, y/n!” trevor laughs, arms tightening around you and holding you close to his chest.

“i’m not afraid of water, i’m afraid of getting struck by lightning you goof!” nonetheless, trevor keeps a hold on your hand and he twirls you around. slowly the rain starts falling harder, and before you know it you’re nearly drenched. but would you change this moment? of course not.

at one point, you end up with your back pressed up against trevor’s front. his arms are still wrapped around you, and he’s got the two of you swaying back and forth, but your head is tilted up looking at him. “i love you, trevor.”

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y/n/n: you up?

tz: i am, but it’s midnight, why are you awake?

y/n/n: so you should come here.

tz: y/n it’s late

y/n/n: please tz, i need you. Read 12:18 am

you smirk to yourself knowing you’ve got him right where you want him. luckily for you, maddie was staying the night with one of her hookups, which left you in your dorm room all alone. perfect for trevor to come over, and perfect for you to do anything you want.

it’s maybe two minutes before you hear a knocking at your door. of course you know it’s trevor, and as soon as you open the door for him he pushes you up against the wall and kicks the door shut. “someone’s eager,” you breathe against his lips and trevor lets out a soft groan before pressing his lips to yours.

“how could i not be?” he grumbles against your lips, hands trailing down your body until they’re resting on your ass. “you knew what you were doing. i know you did.”

“of course i did,” you pull away from him. “i knew if i played my cards right you’d be here in a matter of seconds, and what happened? exactly that.”

“now don’t get cocky,” trevor’s hands then slide up the sweatshirt you’re wearing and he pulls it over your head, revealing the bralette you had thrown on in hopes your plan wouldn’t fall through. trevor rolls his eyes before his lips are back on yours and he’s hoisting you up to carry you over to your bed.

trevor lays you back down on your mattress and begins kissing down your body. you can’t help the small whimpers that leave your lips, and you can feel him smile against your skin. trevor looks up at your through his eyelashes, and of course that has you groaning all over again.

“trev, please hurry up,” you whine, fingers tangling in his hair. “i didn’t text you this late for nothing.”

trevor hums against you, his fingers curled around the waistband of your sleeping shorts. he presses a kiss to your abdomen before he pulls your shorts down, leaving you completely vulnerable to him.

“trevor, if you don’t do something i swear-” trevor cuts you off when he licks a strip right up your folds, his lips circling around your clit. you moan out, fingers pulling on his hair. “trev.”

he pulls away, fingers rubbing your thighs. “hm, baby?”

you groan, “why did you take that as an invitation to stop? tz, i need you. so bad.”

trevor lets out a moan at the nickname, his head turning into your thigh and nipping at the skin before he goes right back to work. it’s like a flip switched in his brain. he thrusts his tongue into you and you turn your head into your pillow to try and muffle the noises you’re making. however, that doesn’t satisfy trevor and he hums against you. the sounds you let out are borderline pathetic but you know they’re driving trevor absolutely insane.

you try and grind your hips up against trevor’s lips but he’s quick to throw his arm across your stomach to keep your hips pressed down to the mattress. you whine, trying to writhe against him, but trevor pulls away. “if you’re gonna be a brat about it, forget it sweetheart.”

“tz, if you don’t make me cum, you’re gonna sit there while i get myself off,” you grumble, pulling on his hair. trevor only smirks before pushing two fingers into you, his lips latching onto your clit once more. you let out a throaty moan until eventually it feels like you can barely make any more noise.

trevor’s hands move from your stomach to your thighs to hold them apart. your breathing hitches and you let out a whine, trevor’s tongue flicking every nerve to set you on fire. “i know you’re close baby.” he murmurs against you, and of course that smirk on his face only frustrates you even more.

“i’m gonna cum, trev, please,” you pant, eyes screwed shut and fingers pulling harder on the ends of his hair than you previously had. trevor’s hands grip on your thighs tighten and he quickens the pace of his tongue until you’re releasing.

trevor rides you through your high while you’re panting and trying to form some sort of coherent sentence, and once he’s sure you’re finished he presses kisses to your thighs trailing up your stomach and valley of your breasts before he kisses your lips.

“i love you.”

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trevor’s hands wander your body, his hand underneath the fabric of your dress resting on your hip. you’re turned awkwardly in the seat to be able to kiss him, but in the heat of the moment it doesn’t matter. you pull away from trevor. before he can protest you climb over the console and situate yourself on his lap the best that you can, knees resting on either side of his thighs.

“y/n,” trevor grumbles between a groan and a moan as your lips meet his neck. “princess, slow down.”

you feel the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach at the newly found nickname, which takes you off guard so you have no other choice but to pull away. “trev,” you breathe out, hands cupping either side of his face. “please don’t say all of that wasn’t real.”

trevor sighs, leaning his head forward so your foreheads are touching. “it was real. and you’re right; i didn’t want it to be. at first i just wanted to see how far i could take it with you, but that original plan got sidetracked so quick. i’m in love with you, y/n. no matter what i’ve said differently.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #ntdp #usntdp #team usa #bu hockey #boston university hockey #tz #HOT #trevor zegras smut

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willykappymarnsmatts · 5 years ago

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I Wish it Was Me

Mitch/Auston

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The boys rush into the locker room after a rough practice and immediately start peeling off their tarps and gear. “Oh my GOD!” Mitch announces, and Willy chuckles. Before he can open his mouth to ask what’s up, Mitch rambles on.

“He’s fucking INCREDIBLE!” He yells.

“Who?” Mango asks, sitting in his stall.

“Auston.” Mitch drags out his name, sounding wistful. “He’s awesome.”

“Yeah, he’s a good player.”

“No, Mango, not just that. He’s beautiful, and smart, and funny, and sweet, and just so amazing.”

“You like him?” Johnny asks. Kappy throws his head back and laughs, cut off when Willy throws his jersey at him, hitting him in the face. He rips it off and throws it back at him, the two sharing a smile.

“He loves him,” Kappy drawls.

Mitch shoots him a look, and a finger, but nods solemnly. “Yeah, I like him. A lot.”

“Just, talk to him?” John asks.

Mitch shakes his head, sitting down to untie his skates. “He’s my best friend-“

“Hey!” Willy and Kappy both protest at the same time.

“Oh shut up, you two have each other. He’s my best friend and he means the world to me. If I were to tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same way, I would’ve just lost my best friend. And I don’t want that. I care about him too much. I’d rather swallow the feelings than lose Aus.”

The locker room goes silent, and Mitch looks at his buddies wide-eyed. “Guys?” Willy gulps, staring over Mitch’s shoulder. Mitch turns to meet his gaze. His eyes widen at the sight of Auston, and the look in his eyes show that he heard everything. Mitch is frozen in fear for a few seconds, then the whole situation hits him like a brick wall.

Auston heard everything. Mitch throws down his towel and runs around Auston and out the door he came through. The locker room is silent after Mitch leaves, everyone looking at anything other than Auston. He doesn’t move from his position.

“Willy,” he croaks. Will looks up to meet his eyes, and simply nods. Auston swallows and quickly unlaced his skates. He slips on his slides and dashes out the door he came through, racking his brain for where his best friend could be.

He first goes to the showers, the closest door to the locker room. He puts his ear to the door and hears nothing, but steps in just to make sure. With no sign of Mitch, he makes his way down halls, peeking in each one.

He finally finds him in the workout room. The lights are shut and it’s pitch black, but when Auston opens the door he hears soft sobs and sees the outline of a figure crumpled on the floor next to a workout bicycle. Auston sighs and makes his way towards Mitch without turning the lights on, even though after the door closes he’s left in complete darkness.

“Mitch,” Auston starts, unsure of how he should continue. He doesn’t respond, and Auston takes this as Mitch telling him he doesn’t want to talk yet. Auston doesn’t hesitate before shifting closer to him, though, and putting an arm tight around his shoulders. He holds him as sobs rack his body.

Mitch sniffles and lifts his head out from between his knees, refusing to look at Auston. “You heard everything?” He whispers.

Auston hums affirmatively, his voice much louder. “And-“

“Wait, just, let me talk, okay?”

Auston nods and removes his arm from around Mitch’s shoulders. He immediately misses the warmth from his arm, but takes a breath. “So, I wasn’t lying. Everything you heard was true. I think you’re kind and sweet and funny and caring and beautiful,” his voice catches. “But just because I feel that way, I don’t expect anything to change. I know you don’t have any feelings for me, and that’s totally fine. I don’t expect you to say you feel the same, because I know you don’t, but I think I’m maybe in love with you and I’m really sorry, Auston.”

Tears start to fall down Mitch’s cheeks, and when Auston grabs his knees and turns Mitch to face him, their eyes adjusted to the dark, he sees that his eyes have spilled over too. Mitch gulps, waiting to hear Austons response. “Um, so I think you already know what I’m going to say, Mitchy.”

Mitch looks up, his tears threatening to fall harder. “Mitch, hey, look at me, please?” Auston begs, his voice cracking. “I love you, so much. You don’t have to be sorry about anything, okay? You’re my best friend too, and I would never drop you over something like this. You can’t control your feelings, bro.” Auston take Mitch’s hands in his own, holding them between each other. “You won’t lose me, Mitchy. I swear, I would kill for you. You won’t lose me.”

Now the tears are falling hard, but neither are making any effort to wipe them away.

“I’m so sorry, Auston,”

“I told you, there’s nothing to be sorry for. You can’t really control that. It’ll be okay, Marns, I promise.” Auston pulls him into his arms and they hold each other in the dark, way after everyone has changed and driven home.

After their eyes have dried, the two pick themselves up off the hardwood floor, change in the empty locker room, and Mitch drives Auston home as usual. They don’t speak the entire time, both mulling over the conversation in their heads. When they arrive outside Austons apartment building, Mitch puts the car into park and only glances at his best friend.

Auston gathers his things and reaches into the back seat to grab his hockey bag. “I swear to God, Mitch, you won’t lose me,” he says, standing outside the car. Mitch only nods, patting the steering wheel. “Call me tomorrow,” Auston reminds him, and Mitch drives away after Auston goes into his building and the door shuts behind him.

#mitch marner #auston matthews #auston x mitch #auston matthews/mitch marner #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs fic #hockey #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years ago

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wemultitudinous asked: kiss meme - a kiss on bloodied knuckles from alexander for john

Honestly, he wishes it was a blur.

He’d heard Alex say that once, with absolute seriousness. It’s a blur, sir like he didn’t haul off and fucking deck somebody with full use of his faculties and not a drop of liquor in his body to make the excuse.

Alex, he had a way of doing things with absolute conviction and then telling you about it with that sweet little warble in his voice that made it sound like he wasn’t the guy always spoiling for a fight.

Usually a verbal one, but still.

But this wasn’t a blur, not even with whiskey and a couple of beers in him and a long night stretching out behind him spent in a booth with his boys, letting the conversation wash over him like cool water on bare feet in the heat of the summer.

No, John knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

Last call came and went, and with it Lafayette and Herc with their arms linked around each other’s shoulders as they laughed about whatever Lafayette had murmured between them like a secret. A really badly stage whispered one.

John was shrugging his hoodie down over his head when he heard it. Ugh. I hate that little prick, Hamilton. An unfamiliar voice, probably some random putain from Alex’s internship, or maybe somebody he went to school with. He should go back to Jamaica or whatever.

Later, he won’t be able to pinpoint why that does it to him, but John feels that broken glass shatter of anger in his chest, just as he gets his hoody down over his head, curls half loose around his head and his ponytail holder a token gesture.

And it’s not like Alexander Hamilton can’t win his own fights. Hell, that probably wouldn’t even register for him. At best, they might get a couple of Hebrew or Dutch curse words. But Alex is in the bathroom, and everything has gone red tinted in John’s world.

It’s not the casual racism, which fuck that all in its own right. It’s that they’re talking about Alexander. Who busted his ass to get here. Who had to fight and claw for every opportunity he got. He wasn’t a damn diversity choice, he was the brightest intern they had, with the biggest future.

(It’s that John has something sitting sticky and hot in his chest and sometimes he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with it, or how to live with it, so he throws hands.)

So he tosses a couple of bills on the table to cover their tab and waves at the pretty girl behind the bar. It’s six steps from the table to the door. John doesn’t know why he’s counting. The tepid breeze of summer air doesn’t do a damn thing to cool him down. New York might not have South Carolina humidity, but it was stifling in its own way.

“Hey!” John calls out to Fuckstick 1, and Fuckstick 2 who must be waiting for a ride or something, because they’re sharing a cigarette, posted up against a light pole. Fuckstick 1 has a chance to look at him, to take in wild hair and too loud words and the harsh rasp of a voice that laughed so much tonight that he’s hoarse, and opens his big fucking mouth.

“Go back to England, asshole.” He’s throwing the punch before he’s done speaking, and catches Fuckstick 1 right in the mouth, knuckles catching on perfect white teeth and tearing. Fuckstick 2 gets a shot off on him, catching him right in the cheek, and John can feel it radiating down through his jaw.

Fuckstick 1 catches him around the middle and goes for his hoody, like this is a damn hockey game and not a street corner in Manhattan. His buddy gets two shots in to John’s side before he headbutts the first guy in the gut hard enough to get him to stagger. John kicks at the second guy and catches him in the knee, cackling wildly when he stumbles backwards, taking his dickhead friend with him. “That’s right! Run, bitches!” John throws his arms out wide, adrenaline going wild in his veins. Until he hears a quiet, startled John, you’re bleeding and all the rest of the world falls away.

Alex has taken his hand, and John’s heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his big toes. Those big, dark eyes are hyperfocused on his split knuckles, and John’s too muddy upstairs to think of an excuse. So he just...tells the truth.

“Nobody fuckin’ talks to you like that, you hear me?” It sounds eerily, disconcertingly like his father. That makes the booze soaked contents of John’s stomach twist.

Yeah, alright. There’s something going on behind Alexander’s eyes. John knows him well enough to see the wheels turning, but he’s pretty sure no one will ever know him well enough to know what they were churning out. Alex bends at the waist, and John has a crazy ass second of deja vu at seeing Alex pull this with hook ups and pretty girls in passing before he feels the gentlest press of lips against his knuckles.

It’s like getting his bones shoved back into his body. Or that first second you’re dropping on a roller coaster. It’s astounding, that a mouth so full of sharp words could press so gently against his skin.

John’s laugh is a little bit wild to his own ears. But then Alexander is upright again, and if it wasn’t for the sliver of red on a full bottom lip, John would be convinced he made it all up, some punch drunk fever dream he couldn’t look too hard at, or it would dissipate into fog.

Let’s get you home, Ali.

“I’d be Tyson.” He hears from his own stupid mouth. This was what happened. He grabbed too hard, with both hands, and it all ran through his fingers. Every time.

“I was gonna bite his ass.”

#ch: laurens #wemultitudinous | alexander #wemultitudinous #queued #I accidentally wrote you a novel

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missweber · 5 years ago

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@lardo-week

For Day 6 of Lardo Week - Friends and Lovers

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5)

(FYI, I’ll start posting these to AO3 tomorrow after I get the last chapter up tomorrow and give everything a good scrubbing for lurking typos and the like)

the practical thing to do

It wasn't that Lardo wasn't earning money. She had two decent part-time jobs and had even picked up a couple of freelance assignments.

One of the freelance assignments (painting the risers of a staircase in an old house-turned-bookstore to resemble shelves of children's books) had been fun and had paid fairly well, but it hadn't led to any nibbles from potential patrons.

She had time, she reminded herself. There was nothing wrong with working part-time for a gallery and for a local youth hockey organization. There was nothing wrong with creating some stability for herself.

But something was wrong.

"Can I vent?" She had timed her question for when Ransom and Holster were home and Shitty was at an evening seminar. As for She-Who-Would-Not-Be-Named, Lardo didn't really give a shit if she was home or not.

"Lay it on us, so we may ease your troubled mind," Holster intoned, affecting an air of wisdom and concern. Ransom didn't say anything, but he closed his laptop and put it aside so he could pay full attention.

Wanting to vent didn't mean knowing what to say. Instead, she just plopped herself down on the couch right between them. There wasn't quite enough room, but they made it work.

"I feel like a fucking parasite," she said at last.

The chorus of no no no! and we're fine with how things are divvied up, honest! weren't as comforting as they were meant to be.

"I'm venting, okay? That means you gotta let me vent! Don't..." She took a deep breath. "Don't just tell me not to worry, okay?"

Part of her could hear Shitty explaining how being told not to worry was sometimes the same as 'go away and don't bother me with your pesky emotions,' and that, she found comforting.

"My bad," Holster said.

Ransom pulled her into a side hug. "Sorry about that, Lards. Go ahead. Why are you comparing yourself to a tapeworm?"

"Gross, dude," she and Holster said in perfect unison, and that led to a giggle fit that totally killed the mood.

"Now I'm not feeling ranty. I'm just going to whine instead."

"Would you like some wine with that wine?" Holster asked in a horrible faux-British accent.

"Oh, hell yes!"

The occasion apparently called for a bottle of good wine that had been 'liberated' from Shitty's grandparents, and the novelty wine glasses. Lardo noted that her glass said 'Wine is cheaper than therapy' and tried not to read too much into it. After all, Ransom's said 'I just can't adult today' and Holster's glass proclaimed that he was 'Sotally Tober.'

"So anyway, I feel like a total mooch. I know you guys say it doesn't bother you that I'm paying a smaller share of rent than you are, but it still bugs me. I feel... I feel kept."

"Does it help if we tell you we don't think of it that way at all?" Ransom asked gently.

She shrugged. "In theory."

Shitty, Ransom, and Holster had each told her over and over and over they didn't mind paying bigger shares of the rent. They all either had or made enough money to cover it, and how the hell was Lardo supposed to do art on the side if she didn't have the time or energy to do art?

"We've got your back, bro," Holster said as if that explained everything.

She knew it should. She wished it did.

"Did anything in particular stir this up?" Ransom asked. His eyes narrowed. "Shitty's dad didn't say anything again, did he? Or Claire?"

Holster shushed him, and cast furtive looks at the hallway. "Don't say her name! She'll know we're talking about her!"

Ransom leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know I always said I was team attic, but if the person who's hiding in the attic is you-know-who? Then fuck it. I'm changing my answer."

"Dude," Holster said solemnly. "What if she's actually a thousand roaches in a trench coat?"

"Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense."

Watching their back and forth helped more than their concern. "No one said anything, guys." Well, George had said something in an email, but not in the way the guys meant it. "Just some job stuff came up today that... well, it stirred some shit up."

The point of having a job was to earn a living. Yes, you should do something you liked to do, but you needed to be practical about it. Lardo's parents had never been poor, but for as long as she could remember, they always had to be mindful. She had never gone hungry, but her mother and her bà ngoại had.

They had always encouraged and celebrated her artwork, but they had also been very clear that she was expected to get a real job.

There had also been sly hints about how finding a husband with a real job was a possible alternative, but she forced the thought from her mind because while a wine hangover was bad, a rage hangover was even worse.

The three of them killed off a bottle and a half of wine. It was weaksauce compared to their kegster days, but while Lardo had gone to several classes hungover and still in her pajamas, she didn't think that would fly at the Newbury Street gallery where she worked.

Where she worked for now, at least.

"I'm done guys," she said with a yawn that was only a little exaggerated. "Thanks for letting me dump on you. And don't say it's no problem or anything stupid like that."

She really hoped Shitty got home soon. Now that she had vented, she actually wanted to talk.

It was good to crawl into bed. It was only half-made, as usual, but Duckie and Mr. Steggy were in their proper places as they should be. She smiled, remembering how Shitty had literally squeed with delight when she first introduced him to her childhood plushie.

She hugged both stuffed animals to her and fell asleep.

She was woken up what felt like just a minute later when a naked Shitty tried to pry Mr. Steggy out of her grasp.

"You're hogging the cuddle-buddies," he whispered.

"You snooze, you lose."

"Excuse you, but I was not the one snoozing, Ms. Duan."

She laughed and let Shitty take the plush stegosaurus. He slid into bed and snuggled close. She leaned in and kissed him deep, curling one hand around the back of his head so she could play with his hair. God, she was so glad he was growing it out again.

He ran his fingers down the curve of her waist and up the rise of her hip, but it was an inquiry rather than a request. She kissed him again, then pulled back. "Just this," she said. "And can I talk to you about something?"

She felt him tense defensively but then relax. The first had been automatic, the second, deliberate. "Okay?"

"First of all, yes, there is some money shit tied up in all of this, so I need to know it's okay to talk about money. Otherwise, this is going to be frustrating as hell."

It said something that all he did was nod in agreement. They had figured out quickly that their difference in background made financial discussions a big-ass mine field. They'd had a rough start, but now they used safe words more when talking about money than they did when having sex.

Lardo thought more couples should follow their example.

"I got a solid lead on a job today."

His face lit up. "What! That's–"

She covered his mouth with her hand. "Let me finish, okay? And if you lick my hand, I will pluck your mustache out hair by hair. Nod if you understand."

He nodded. She removed her hand.

"Here's the problem. If I take this job, I'll have to quit the gallery job and cut back my time with the Rockets. Maybe even quit."

"Okay," he said. She could tell he had a question, but was holding it. For now.

"Starting out, it would mean less money. Not a lot less, but..." But it had been enough to trigger a crisis that required copious amounts of wine to solve. "And the commute would suck."

"Okay."

He wanted to say he would fix it, that he would make up the difference. She could see it. But he stayed quiet, and she loved him all the more for it.

"But that would only be at first. Part of what I'd be doing is training to take on someone else's job when he retires next year. And it would be decent money. I...”

She let go.

“I thought that wasn't important to me! I know I'm worth more than the money I make! I know my art is damned good art even if it takes me forever to get to where I can do it full time! So what's wrong with me that I'm ready to throw away an art gallery job—a fucking Newbury Street gallery job!—so I can make more money a whole year from now!"

Shitty actually raised his hand sheepishly, as if he was a student in her class. "Um, so what is this job, anyway?"

That was enough to get her to laugh, and laughing gave her an excuse to wipe away the tears that had started to well. "Details, details... Yeah. George Martin said she's got an opening for an assistant equipment manager-slash-logistics person."

"George Martin? As in Jack's George? Falcs George?" Shitty's eyes were wide. "Holy guacamole doesn't even begin to cover it. So, what are you thinking?"

"In a lot of ways, it makes sense to keep the gallery job. No, it's not my kind of art." Honestly, it was more the sort of thing she imagined hanging in Shitty's grandparent's house. "But it's good experience to see that side of things for when I start selling my own things. And then there's the networking. It would be the practical thing to–"

She stopped, listening to what she was about to say, and hearing the echo of her mother's voice.

"Lards?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you still have time to do your art? If you take this other job?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. I don't see why not."

Shitty reached out and took her hand. He rubbed his thumb up and down her wrist, stroking and soothing. "When you said you would have to quit your gallery job and maybe not work as much with the kiddos on the Rockets, I almost said something."

She nodded. She had caught that.

"What I almost said was that you sounded more upset about cutting back your work with the kids than you did about quitting the gallery completely."

"Holy shit," she whispered. It was as if someone had pulled aside the curtain hiding Oz the Great and Terrible.

She didn't like the gallery. She liked the idea of the gallery. She liked that even after she had decided that the world wouldn't end if she didn't get a job in the arts right away, this opportunity dropped in her lap. She liked what she had been learning from her boss and the new appreciation she had for mid-century American art.

What she didn't like was dressing up like she worked in a law office. She didn't like the way some buyers treated paintings like investment properties. She didn't like being a salesperson/hostess.

And she really didn't like how many clients reminded her of Shitty's grandparents.

But she loved her hockey kids.

"You're right. But..."

"But?"

She gently plucked Mr. Steggy from Shitty's grasp and set him on the nightstand. Duckie followed a second later, and Lardo wriggled as close to Shitty as she could. "But you've given me a lot to think about." She tilted her head so she could kiss his chin. "G'night."

There was no need to make a decision just then, even though she was pretty sure what it would be. There were just a few things she had to think through, first.

She felt like something big had shifted, or was about to shift, and that the future was going to be something she had never imagined. But that was okay.

She had Shitty. And in a different way, she had Ransom and Holster, and Jack and Bitty.

And, as Holster had said, they had her back.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #lardo duan #my fic

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thatsdemko · 5 years ago

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☆Therapy ☆-J.Norris

CHAPTER THREE

A/N: so I don’t know when I’m going to post the next chapter I’m really busy this upcoming week but I will try my best to find time!

WARNINGS: I edited this at like 1AM not really feeling well, I’ll try my best when I find time to come back through and re-edit!

“Good morning,” Josh cheered walking into the waiting room sitting down next to Megan, “you seem happy.” Megan smiled and he laughed adjusting himself in the chair, “I’m okay actually, just this is the last one of the week and there’s a game tonight thankful to not be missing it.”

“Oh? Who are you guys playing?” She asked the doctor opened the door and the two stood up walking back into the room, “penn state. You should come watch.” Josh suggested and Megan nodded her head, “my roommate will be there I know for a fact.”

“Well you should come join me in the players box I’m going to be lonely because my family can’t come and who’s supposed to join me is playing tonight.” Josh explained and Megan nodded her head remembering what Jenna had told her, that if Josh Norris asks you out friends or not you go.

“I’ll join you then.” Megan said surprising josh causing him to look up from his feet as he sat down and Megan sat next to him, “really? You will?” He said with wide eyes a bit shocked, “yeah, I will, I get in for free if I sit with you right?” She asked and he nodded his head, “alright, well I’m excited then.” He said as they were about to start therapy when the doctor came in with a big smile.

“You both seem to be doing well together! Had me worried the first day this wouldn’t work!” He cheered clappimg his hands as they both fell into their unenthusiastic expressions. “So we’ve got big stuff to do today you both might experience some pain, but it won’t be a lot, alright?” He smiled walking out of the room as now Josh and Megan were left with the group of therapists starting work.

“Today, we are going to start some more strength, Megan, you want to start first?” One of them asked and Megan sat down almost unwillingly as she pulled on the band carefully before letting go, “okay that’s enough for me.” Megan turned to josh getting up pointing to him, “your turn.”

—

Therapy ended and Megan went out to the car seeing Jenna was out there rolling down the window of her car, “is that Joshua—“

Megan quickly got into the car rolling up the window, “shut up, Jenna!” She hissed while laughing as josh looked over at Jenna’s car and Megan only looked away embarrassed feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Oh my god, he’s coming over here! How do you keep your hands to yourself? Ugh!” She said fixing her hair as Megan rolled down the window, “so I’ll meet you outside Yost tonight around six?” He asked as then another car pulled up behind Jenna’s.

“Yeah! I’ll see you then.” Megan smiled as he nodded his head waving goodbye to them both as he made his way to Quinn’s car, “oh my god that’s Quinn Hughes, I think he’s single—“

“Jen, you’re not but let’s go I’m hungry.” Megan rolled her eyes rolling up her window as Jenna drove off, “so you’re going to the game tonight?” She looked over at Megan and then back at the road, Megan never got outside her dorm almost ever expect for football games and practices, but since Josh asked and Jenna nearly begged her to get her potential love life going she was going out tonight.

“Yeah, I’m sitting with josh actually.” A smile formed on Jenna’s face as she turned to Megan, “my girl is growing up and listening to me! But listen if you meet will lockwood tell him to call me.”

—

It was ten minutes before Megan had to leave and she threw on one of bed Michigan lacrosse sweatshirts and a pair of jeans about to head out when Jenna stopped her, “you cant go like that to see josh!” She exclaimed just as Megan’s hand was on the doorhandle about to leave, “Jen, I’m going to be late if I change besides it’s hockey game the rink is always cold I’ll see you when I come back!” She sang the last part walking out of the dorm seeing josh had texted that he was already at Yost and Megan still had to make the drive. They both had been given the freedom to drive again earlier today, just only under the condition that they both texted each other that they arrived at their destinations safely knowing that driving with one arm is never easy.

“So who is this girl you’re sitting with? How come you’ve never told us about her.” Quinn asked as josh had walked in the arena, he would walk back out to meet with Megan and show her around as they had time before they would go up to the booth. “She’s a girl I met at therapy, her name is Megan.”

“What type of therapy are you doing?” Will asked with a smirk wiggling his eyebrows as josh shoved him with his free arm, “oh shut up.”

“All I’m saying is I never got to do buddy therapy if I did I would be paired up with—well probably you and that’s no fun.” Will joked again just as josh made a threatening step as phone lit up with a text from Megan saying she had arrived.

“I will be back, you,” Josh pointed at Will, “don’t say anything stupid when she comes.” Josh warned and will shrugged, “I hold no promises.” He offered a cheeky smile as josh turned to Quinn who nodded his head, “just go I want to meet her.” Quinn said and josh nodded his head walking out of the players only area seeing Megan standing there on her phone before she looked up seeing josh standing there, “hey,” she said shoving her phone into her back pocket of her jeans as he held the door open for her and they both walked down the hall together, “two of my teammates really want to meet you, one being my best friend the other is kind of annoying.” He rolled his eyes and Megan laughed following him around the corner to see Quinn Hughes and Will Lockwood—who actually happened to be in her sociology class but never told Jenna knowing she would freak—standing there talking.

“Hey! you brought your therapy friend.” Will cheered and Quinn turned around and Megan smiled to them both, “yes this Megan,” he introduced her and she waved, “that’s Quinn,” he pointed to him and he waved his hand and then he pointed at Will, who Jenna was right about. He was cute, he had the most perfect smile and beautiful eyebrows she had probably ever seen, “that’s will,” he said and she smiled to him and he offered a smile back, “it’s really nice to meet you, but I’m sorry you have to do therapy with this guy. What a drag he must be, huh?” Will asked and she laughed looking up at josh and then back over at the two, “he’s alright.” She said as will came up to josh, “did you put your tie on in the dark or something?” Will asked josh as Megan moved out of the way as will adjusted josh’s tie, “no but it’s hard to do things with one hand as you should know.”

“So you like doing therapy with josh?” Quinn asked and Megan turned to him now nodding her head, “yeah he’s great, he tells me you guys are best friends.” She noted and he nodded his head, “yeah, he is my best friend, I look out for him as much as I can.” He explained and she nodded her head as now josh was consumed in a conversation with Will.

“That’s really nice, you’re a good teammate and friend.”

He flashed her a soft smile, “thank you, I try to be.”

—

The whole game josh never talked to Megan. In fact, he brought another girl up in the booth with them so Megan really sat by herself texting Jenna the whole game thinking about leaving because clearly josh was not interested in her enough to hold a conversation, so Megan sat a row behind the two, practically going at it, bored out of her mind. It wasn’t about the game she was bored of, it was that she had no one to talk to.

When the game was nearing the end josh had to leave the booth to go onto the ice since the team won and they were going to do Michigan’s fight song so it was now Megan and the girl.

“Hi, I’m Maddie, are you josh’s friend from therapy?” She asked turning around revealing the hickies josh had recently left on her neck and, for some reason, a part of Megan’s heart shattered. She didn’t really like josh, but having to watch him make out with a girl in front of her was something she wasn’t keen on.

“Yeah, are you his girlfriend?” She asked biting her lip and Maddie shook her head, “no kind of just friends with a benefit. I don’t mean to sound like high school, but does he talk about me?” She asked and it was her turn to bite her lip as Megan shook her head, “no he actually doesn’t, but this was only three days we’ve spent together I’m sure you’ll come up later on.” Megan offered a smile standing up from her seat hearing the fight song and Maddie did to as now Megan was cheering with the rest of the people at Yost. For some reason, a part of Megan was torn about josh. She knew she hated him for his little cocky remark, but she liked how despite that he was extremely nice, and it made her unsure of her own feelings of him. But even more so now she was just confused.

“What a game, you enjoy it?” Maddie asked as now the two were making their way out of the booth, “yeah, did you?” Megan asked knowing the answer was going to be a lie since Maddie and Josh had plans of sticking tongues down each other’s throats.

“Oh yes! Are you staying afterwards to see the guys?” Maddie asked and Megan shook her head, “I think I should go–“

“Please stay, I don’t know anyone here I actually don’t even go here, please? Josh is going to be with the team so it would be nice if you stayed?” Maddie begged and Megan gave her a nod, “I’ll stay.”

—

“Lonely?” She heard picking her head up from her phone seeing will standing over her as she sat there a few seats away from all the couples pictures that were going and Megan found herself taking pictures of Josh and Maddie for her, but then once she sat down Maddie stopped asking her.

“A bit,” Megan chuckled as will sat down next to her, “is josh a great person or what?” He asked and Megan laughed leaning back in her chair a bit too hard causing her to wince as she felt her shoulder start to throb, “you’re not used to that feeling are you?” He asked and she shook her head looking him in the eyes feeling what she felt and it was something she liked. It was almost like what Jenna felt when she showed Megan those pictures of josh’s body.

“But anyway to your original question, what a lovely person.” She said sarcastically as Will cracked a smile looking back at Maddie and Josh still taking pictures and then back at Megan seeing the upset look on her face, “yeah? I saw him making out with her the whole game when I wasn’t on the ice, felt kind of bad for you.”

“what do you mean? I loved watching them make out.” Megan offered another sarcastic comment as he laughed and she as he leaned back in his chair, “I mean come on? What asshole invites you to a game and then practically forces you to watch him make out with his girlfriend?”

“Well josh obviously.” She whispered letting a big sigh seeing as the two were done taking pictures and Maddie was coming over to Megan, “thank you for taking pictures of me and josh! Bye!” She smiled grabbing her coat as she ran off with josh and he didn’t even say goodbye to Megan.

“It’s like he actually forgot he invited me.” Megan turned to Will and he shook his head, “the next time he invites you anywhere, just say no.” Will said standing up from the seat and Megan stood up as well, “yeah, hopefully he’s not going to the lacrosse party tomorrow.” Megan watched josh and Maddie’s figures slowly get further and further away until they were out the door and she looked back at Will.

“You’re going to that?” He asked and she nodded her head, “I play lacrosse.”

“Then that makes more sense okay, well I was invited by one of the guys, I can ask if he’s going and if he is he’s probably bringing Maddie.”

Megan shook her head, “you don’t have to do that,” she whispered looking down at her shoes and then back up at Will, “what? Go? No I actually want to go I heard there’s free alcohol I never pass up an opportunity of getting drunk.” He said jokingly causing her to crack a smile, “okay, well I hope to see you there.”

“You as well, Megan. Hey, sorry about josh though, maybe next time you can come as my guest?” He offered and she nodded her head feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach, “yeah, yeah I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #j.norris #josh norris #quinn hughes #will lockwood #thatsdemkotjn

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puckyou-forpuckssake · 6 years ago

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Dadcapades (1)—N. MacKinnon

No warning. This is requested and dedicated to the awesome @pucksandpoutines This is going to be a series that can be found under the tag #dadcapades in my blog. Find my other imagines in my blog with my master list and #hockeyimagines.

“I’m pregnant.”

Nate didn’t know whether he wanted to cry tears of joy or crawl in a ball in the corner and cry tears of “what the fuck have I done.” He smiled and hugged his wife. She laughed.

“Four under six. I wasn’t expecting that either. Maybe that’ll teach you to hold back on the strawberry daiquiris at that resort in Cabo,” Y/N, his wife, chuckled, patting him on the chest. “I’m going to go check on Celeste and Gabi. They should be waking up from their naps soon. Can you please check on Sidney? He should be still watching Paw Patrol in the living with room with Mikko.”

Y/N got up to walk out of their bedroom. “And Nate, you haven’t made any other bets about naming our children, have you?”

Nate shook his head. “Not that I can think of. No promises though.”

Y/N sighed, but a smile graced her face. She walked out. Nate headed towards the living room and the sound of Paw Patrol. He found his son Sidney laying on the couch eating goldfish and watching the show. His head laid on the stomach of their dog Mikko.

“Hey Sid,” Nate greeted and sat on the ground by his son. “How’s Paw Patrol?”

The little boy shrugged and shoved some more goldfish into his mouth. His dirty blond hair stuck up everywhere. Sidney still hadn’t changed out of his pajamas of an Avs t-shirt with MacKinnon on the back and Penguins pajama pants, a gift from his godfather and namesake.

Nate wracked through his mind if he had made any recent bets with anyone. At an Avalanche Casino Night, Nate played Mikko Rantanen in Blackjack. He lost and had to name his new puppy Mikko instead of Rocco. Y/N admitted she liked the name Mikko more anyway. The bet with Sidney was stupid. During one of the many Tim Horton’s commercials they had partnered together for, Nate bet that he could fit more Timbits in his mouth without swallowing than Sidney could. Who knew the Kid had chubby chipmunk cheeks and could fit a lot of Timbits in his mouth. He requested that the first MacKinnon child be named Sidney. The Godfather position was all Y/N’s idea. Gabe and Nate were messing around before All Star weekend once. They were the ones representing the Avs, and the team thought it would be fun to have their own little skills completion. It was fun for everyone, but Gabe won the most events and demanded that the next MacKinnon child (Y/N was pregnant at the time) be named after him. He had been jealous that Sidney got honored before him. Having Gabriel changed to Gabrielle did not bother him in the slightest. He seemed to like it even more. Celeste was Y/N’s pick. There was no bet for that one, or maybe there was but Y/N put her foot down. She wanted one child with a name somebody couldn’t use to brag about.

“Dad, I think mommy is sick,” Sidney told him.

“Why do you say that, Sid?”

“I’ve heard her puking in the mornings,” he explained. “Sick people puke.”

Nate chuckled. “You wanna know a secret, buddy?” Sidney anxiously nodded. “Mommy’s going to have a baby. You’re going to be a big brother again.”

Sidney’s mouth dropped. “You’re having a baby mommy!”

Nate turned around to see Y/N walking in cradling Celeste. Gabi trailed behind her with her stuffed Bernie the St. Bernard in hand. “Mommy have baby?” She asked. “I be a big sissy again?”

Y/N gave Nate a look but nodded. He shrugged. How could he not share such exciting news. “Celeste is running a fever. I know it’s the first day of practice but can you please take Sidney and Gabi with you? I just can’t deal with all three of them right now.”

He saw how pale she was and nodded. She deserved a technical day off. He experienced how much of a terror the two little heathens he called his children truly were. Bless her for putting up with them. “Of course I’ll take my little munchkins with me. Go get dressed you two.”

Sidney hopped off the couch and ran upstairs. Gabi trailed behind him. Y/N handed Celeste to Nate so she could make her a bottle. “Do you truly believe anything good will come out of letting a 3 and 5 year old dress themselves?” She asked.

Nate shrugged as he rubbed Celeste’s back. The baby kept fidgeting and whimpering. Nate felt bad for his daughter’s pain. “Arguing with those two is pointless. It’s just hockey practice too.”

“I know,” Y/N sighed and took Celeste back. “I’m just feeling a little stressed, and I feel bad having you deal with them on the first day which is always busy and stressful for you.”

“Y/N, it’s fine,” Nate reassured her. “You know I’ll spend any time with the kids as possible. You just need to rest, as does Celeste. Sidney, Gabi, and I will be fine today. Don’t worry about us.”

“I’ll try, but I can’t help it,” she grinned. “You MacKinnons are trouble.”

Nate chuckled and kissed his wife. “And that’s why you’re a MacKinnon too. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled against his lips.

Nate grabbed his bag and stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Sid, Gabi! It’s practice time!”

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“Pregnant?” Gabe questioned. “Did I hear you correctly? You knocked your wife up again?”

Nate rolled his eyes and continued lacing his skates up. “Well I think it’s better knocking my wife up than a random chick. I don’t want to talk like this with my kids around.”

“Where is the angel and devil in my life?”

Nate chuckled. “They’re both little devils if you ask me. Gabi should be out on the bench with all of her stuff she has to bring everywhere. Sidney should be out on the ice with Mikko.”

“Should be? Nate, shouldn’t you know where your children are at?”

“You’ll understand when you and Mel have kids someday,” Nate chuckled. “Kids run your lives.”

“Mel and I are thinking about adopting since nothing has worked so far.”

“You know, I’m always down to give you my kids for a weekend,” Nate smiled. Gabe shoved him. “Seriously though. It would be good practice for you two, and it would also let Y/N and I have a night to ourselves.”

Gabe nodded. “I’ll have to talk to Mel about it. I’m sure she’ll be okay with it. Plus, it just gives me more time to spend with my little Gabrielle.”

Gabe happened to say this as they exited the tunnel right next to the bench where Gabi was situated with her Bernie and a coloring book and crayons. The thought had crossed his and his wife’s minds to get an iPad to entertain their young children, but they both remembered being kids and doing just fine without. Crayons suited Gabi just fine and Sidney was old enough now to, more or less, participate in practice with the Avs.

“Gabe!” Gabi squealed. She ran quickly towards the Swede. Gabe picked up the little curly blond 3 year old.

“Hello my little twin,” Gabe greeted. “I see you came to work with your daddy today.”

Gabi nodded. “Mommy sick because of new baby. Celly not feel good either. So Nee and I come with daddy.”

“How fun! Have the other guys come and said hi to you and Sidney?”

Gabi nodded. “Josty and Barrie came by and pat my head. JT gave me high five. The other guys bumped my fist. Mikko gave me a big hug before he go skate with Nee.”

“Daddy and I have to go practice now,” Gabe told Gabi. “Why don’t you, while we practice, draw some pictures for all of us. We can then hang them in our stalls.”

Gabi squealed and ran back to her spot. Nate looked out and saw Sidney on the ice with Mikko.

“Sidney!” Nate shouted. His son turned toward him. “Come sit with your sister while we warm up.”

“No Dad!” Sidney screamed. Mikko grabbed the oldest MacKinnon. “Mikko no!”

“We got to do our job right now, little Mac,” Mikko explained. “After warm ups and going over some things, maybe Coach will let you help out; however, you need to be a good boy. Got that little Mac?”

Sidney nodded as Mikko sat him next to his sister, who was very occupied in coloring. “Thank you so much, Mikko,” Nate said as the linesmen skated around. “Also thank god Crosby isn’t here to see that he likes you more than him.”

Mikko chuckled. “I’ll remember to chirp him about that. I don’t understand how you and Y/N do it with 3 kids. I could barely handle that 5 minutes alone with him.”

Gabe chuckled. “Nate didn’t tell you? Y/N is pregnant again.”

Mikko gasped. “Damn, Big Mac. Do you not know what restraint is? Or maybe a condom or some other form of birth control?”

Nate shoved Mikko into the boards playfully. “Congrats though man. Do you know when?”

“We went to Cabo to celebrate our fifth anniversary. We went to this really fancy restaurant one night and then to the beach bar where we drank way too many strawberry daiquiris,” Nate explained. Mikko gagged. “Oh you meant when Y/N is due. If I’m doing my math right, it should be about April.”

On the opposite side of the rink, Coach blew the whistle to call all of the guys in. Nate was happy that this talk could end now. He glanced over at his two kids. Gabi was still coloring and Sidney was watching them intently on the ice. He hadn’t taken his helmet or gloves off yet. Nate loved all of his children and was excited for the next one, but 4 under 5 was never what he had expected in life. Celeste was supposed to be their last, and technically so was Gabi. None of this meant Nate wasn’t happy. Again, he was ecstatic. It was the same feeling as the previous 3, but it was also the same fear and nerves. He felt even more scared than he did with Sidney, Gabi, and Celeste, and it honestly had to do with the thought of Y/N going through the next eight months. She had troubles towards the end with Gabi. Celeste had been a huge surprise and difficult as well. This baby was a miracle and Nate knew it was going to come at a price.

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Or perhaps Gabi was the reason Nate feared another child. The 3 year old had more sass than the whole team combined, and Nate gave credit to her mother for that. As each guy got off the ice, Gabi handed them each a drawing, some more offensive than others. “This is you with a bunch of berries,” she said when she handed Tyson Barrie his. “And they’re all female ones too! Because I know you love the ladies but can’t get any.”

“You’re in pink, Josty!” She pointed as she hand him his. “Cuz that’s what they wear in Mean Girls. And it has you with you mom and sister and grandpa.”

“JT, this is you with a big American flag and a bald eagle and bunch of friends for you.”

“EJ, this is you with a bunch of horses because you love them so much. They have no teeth just like you.”

“Z, this is a picture of you and a pet zebra.”

“Soda gets a bunch of sodas.”

“Sven, this is you in penalty box.”

“You’re on a beach in this Nietsy!”

And so on it went until it was just Gabe, Mikko, and Nate left. She handed Mikko his first. “This is you with Nee. You fell down. Gabe, that’s you and me. We wear crowns and have lots of pancakes. Daddy, that’s you and me and Nee and Cel and Mommy and new baby and Mikko.”

“Your daughter is a savage,” Tyson Barrie said to Nate when he entered the locker room. “Savage.”

Nate chuckled. “She’s quite the 3 year old.”

“I heard you’re having another one,” Nikita mentioned. “Congrats man.”

“Another one!” The Tysons squealed. “We called it!”

“We told you, Nate,” Jost grinned. “We told you when Celly was born that you’d have another kid.”

“You said that if that ever happened we’d get to name it,” Barrie added.

“Tell Y/N we can’t wait to meet Tyson.”

Gabe busted out laughing. “You’re fucked, Nate.”

“Dad, what does that mean?” Sidney asked.

“Fucked!” Gabi yelled and clapped her hands.

“Y/N is going to be so pissed,” Nate grumbled.

#nate mackinnon #nate mackinnon imagine #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #dadcapades

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matsbarzal · 7 years ago

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Preppy Prep - Tom Wilson

Notes: tom wilson is fucking beautiful don’t even get me STARTED like oh lord almighty. anyways heres a cute daddy-tom imagine with a bad-driving ovi. enjoy!!

Requested: Yes | No

Next up: Noah Hanifin

“You have to be there at 9:30 sharp, no later otherwise they’ll think you’re irresponsible and Kaden will get dubbed as the kid whose dad is the worst parent and didn’t come to parent day… Tom… Tom! Are you even listening, jackass?”

Your husband of four years laughed at you, his fingers attached to the video game controller in front of him. “(Y/N), babe, this isn’t my first time going to a school. And Kaden’s going to be the most popular kid in his little preppy prep school, his dads an NHL player, baby.”

Going towards your boyfriend with the cloth in your hand to whip him with it, he quickly dodged, pressing pause on his game while he laughed.

“Tom, you have to take this seriously. Kaden’s so excited that you’re coming tomorrow. It’s always me, and who cares about your mom when your dads an NHL player, right?”

Tom grinned, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he brags about being the only kid whose mom lets him dress himself.” “Tom, he wears a uniform to school everyday.”

“And thank god for that, he totally takes after you when it comes to being a terrible dresser.”

“Mommy, dad’ll be here, right? He promised… and everyone’s mom and dad are showing up…”

Looking towards the door, you internally grimaced when you realized that once again, it wasn’t Tom coming through the door. At 9:38, he was 8 minutes late and you were starting to get a little worried. He had promised he’d be here, and there’s no way practice was running late, the Caps had played a great game the night before… but maybe he forgot?

“He’ll be here baby, don’t worry. Daddy’s just running a little late.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he ran towards the sand bin where the other kids were playing, as you quickly took a peak at your phone. 9:40, no texts, no calls, nothing.

“Mrs. Wilson, will Kaden’s father be joining us? Or should we continue on without him?” Ms. Newberry looked at you, a hint of sympathy in her eyes as she asked her question, the same question she had asked the year prior when Tom had promised to come and forgot.

“He’ll be…”

You were cut off by the sound of the door slamming open, three hulking guys bustling through the door, their bright red jerseys catching the attention of everyone in the room.

Of course, Tom was at the front, hoarding his pack of wild hockey players into the room, an apologetic grin on his lips. “Andre found out that I was coming this year… and then Ovi couldn’t hold it in and followed him into my car, I apologize for being so late Mrs. Newberry, but please, continue.”

A tight-lipped smile was all your husband received as Kaden eagerly ran to his father, jumping right into him with all the grace a 5 year old could muster. “Dad!” Tom grinned, wrapping his arms around your son and hoisting him up, his two teammates jokingly pulling on Kaden’s long locks as he stuck his tongue out at them.

“Look dad! I made a sandcastle!” Your husband dropped him from his arms onto the ground, Kaden grabbing his dads hand as he tugged him back towards the sand-bin where he had just been.

“Don’t be too upset with your Canadian, (Y/N). Ovi wouldn’t let Tom drive, and you know how slow Ovi drives, and then he got lost, so it’s really not Tom’s fault. If you’re going to yell at anyone, Ovi’s your guy.”

Shaking your head at Andre’s explanation, you averted your attention to the sound of Kaden’s teacher clearing her throat. “Settle down, settle down. I know we have some of Washington’s best, but it’s time to get into what we have planned for this morning.”

The woman dragged on, and on, and on, as she explained what would be occurring today. The parents would receive tea or coffee, the kids juice, what food was being served, the parents would have a meeting with the teacher about how their child is fairing in school, all the typical stuff.

“So... you’re telling me that, Kaden... swears?”

You looked over towards your supposedly innocent, sweet, and loveable son as he played with some of the other kids, and Ovi.

“It’s usually not often, he’ll say it when none of the teachers or TA’s are around, and it’s usually quiet enough that no one catches it, but lately he’s been much more vocal about it which is quite worrisome.”

“May I ask for specifics, if possible?” Giving a disgruntled look at your husband, he just winked back.

“He seems to have quite a big obsession with calling people ‘f-ing d-word’. And I've caught him calling another student a d-bag on more than one occasion, Mr. Wilson. We’re quite worried that he may be learning this vocabulary at home, is there any possibility that Kaden hears this occasionally in the living room, or when you don’t think he’s listening?”

Tom grimaced, while you shot him a glare. You always made sure to watch what you said around your son, knowing that he had a bit of a habit to repeat things that you and your husband said.

Innocently shaking his head, Tom looked towards the teacher, “No, I'm careful around Kaden. (Y/N), on the other hand, has quite the potty mouth.”

“Oh screw you, Tom.”

“Mrs. Wilson!”

Groaning, you glared at your husband while apologizing to the teacher in front of you.

“All in all, Kaden talks very lovingly about both of you. He praises his mothers food, and he loves watching his dad play. He’s not entirely sure what his mom does for work, but I’m sure as he grows he’ll appreciate what you do, ma’am. He’s a pleasure to have in my class, but I would most definitely suggest working on the swearing at home, children are prone to repeating what they hear.”

Thanking the teacher, you watched as she called another set of parents over, as both of you walked towards your son. “Since when do you swear in front of Kaden, Thomas?”

“It’s all Ovi, whenever he comes over he and his stupid Russian ways require him to swear all the time. You know I would never swear in front of Kaden!”

Shaking your head in silent laughter, you stopped in front of Kaden who was sitting at his desk, all his art projects and journals laid out on his desk.

“Look dad! Its me, you and mom! When you won the cup, see? You can see the Jet’s crying in the back, isn’t it great?” Tom ruffled your sons hair, a wide grin on his face.

“I love it buddy, but who’s the one beside your mom?”

“Oh that’s Uncle Andre, mom said she likes him more than you so I put them beside each other.”

#tom wilson #tom wilson imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #tom wilson imagines #mine #this is cute im loving it

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goalcaufield · 6 years ago

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Fate - Jack Hughes

requested: y/n

request: Hi! Love the blog! I was wondering if you could write a one-shot for Jack Hughes? I was thinking something like bumping into him one day, not realizing who he was (idk for some reason I imagine this at a bar or party or something buuut we’d both be underage lol) and then seeing him again in another cute way. And both times he’s like mad at himself that he didn’t get to talk to you more but then you go to a game and he finally finds you and asks you out. Thanks!!

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“I did not sign up for this,” You grumble as you push through the mass of sweaty teenagers dancing and jumping to the newest hit of the week. You tried to make your way through the bodies without getting pushed around too much, and once you finally did you let out a long sigh of relief.

You lean against the wall, trying to survey the crowd for any sign of your friends. You had been dragged along as the designated driver, and being the good friend that you were you accepted. The last thing you wanted was for them to drive intoxicated. So, here you were at some shitty high school party in Michigan. After you recollected yourself you pushed yourself off the wall in search of your friends. You were just about ready to leave and you wanted to tell them to wrap it up.

As you were walking you weren’t paying attention. Your full attention had been on trying to find your friends, not watching some dumb high schoolers every move. A boy bumped into you and that sent you stumbling back, and before you knew it you bumped into someone else.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” You say, turning around to face whoever it was you had fallen into. It was a boy. A fairly attractive boy indeed. Your eyes caught the huge wet spot on his shirt and your eyes widened. “I am so sorry.” You repeat.

The boy chuckles, placing his now empty cup on the table beside him. “It’s fine, it was only water, it’ll dry. I’m the DD for my friends, so I gotta stick to water.”

“Same here,” You reply, and you look around to catch a sight of either the brunette or the blonde who had both pleaded for you to come in the first place, only to abandon you in the end.

“Y/N!” You hear your best friend Kayla’s voice sing, and suddenly she appears right next to you drunk as ever. “Ooh, I see you girlfriend. I approve,” She teases, and for emphasis she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Sorry about her,” You smile awkwardly at the boy who just shrugs it off. “We were about to head out anyway.”

Kayla gives you an astonished look, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping agape. “We are not!” She protests. “The night is still young, and so are we! Besides, you’ve finally found yourself a hot guy. Can’t let that slip, now can you?” She juts out her hip with her hand on it, giving you a disapproving look.

Once again, you give the boy an apologetic look but he just seems amused. “Kayla, let’s go. We need to go find Maddie.”

Kayla pouts, but she obliges. But she doesn’t leave without one last word. “She’ll find you later,” She sends the boy a wink and your cheeks flush pink.

“Go,” You tug on her arm, glancing back at the boy. “See you. Sorry about the shirt.”

You’re quick so he can’t notice your blushing cheeks, but you’re pretty sure he does anyway. As you walk away you hear a faint “Wait!” But it’s too late. You’re already embarrassed as it is, why embarrass yourself further?

After you finally gather up your drunken friends you head out the door with them trailing and stumbling behind you. However, you can’t seem to get that boy off your mind.

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You can’t help the giggles that escape your lips as you watch your friends — Kayla and Veronica included — struggle to stand straight on their skates. You can’t recall who’s bright idea it was to go ice skating on a Friday night but you didn’t seem to mind. You got together about ten or so friends, including some boyfriends of a few of the girls, and you were ready to have a good time. You had been stressing about school lately and skating was one way you often cleared your mind.

Stepping on the ice felt like home to you. The sounds of the blades slicing through the ice filled your ears and it seemed like all your worries melted away. By no means were you some professional figure skater, but you could get your way around quite nicely.

“Keep your ankles straight!” You instructed, but it was pretty much useless. Kayla fell as soon as her skate made contact with the ice, sending you doubling over in your laughter as your friends laughed as well.

Luckily for you some of them weren’t as horrible as you were expecting, but there were a few that definitely had to hold onto the boards for some serious leverage. You let yourself wander freely, and soon enough you were off on your own consumed by your own thoughts.

When you had made a few laps around the ice, Kayla, Lachlan, Wyatt and Maddie had barely made it around twice — if that. The others were doing fine it seemed. But you were growing bored, so you decided you needed to spice it up a little bit. You made sure you were as quiet as you could be as you snuck up on the small group. Once you were close enough, you grabbed Kayla’s shoulders and yelled in an attempt to scare her.

It worked.

She screamed so loud she fell forward landing on her stomach. You laughed hysterically, so hysterically that you doubled over onto the ice. You were practically cry laughing at that point.

“You bitch!” The blonde yells, but you knew she was kidding, especially because of how she was still a laughing mess.

“You love me,” You teased her in between giggle fits. “But you should have seen your face!”

Once you had eased up a little bit Lachlan offered you his hand so you could get up. However, he wasn’t firmly planted so you basically pulled him down with you. You started laughing once again and there was no stopping you then. That is, until someone stopped in front of you. They had actual hockey skates, not some rinky dink rental ones from the rink, so it wasn’t one of your friends. You look up, and sure enough it’s the boy from the party.

“You look like you need a hand,” He smiles down at you and you smile right back up at him. Reluctantly you take his hand, and he pulls you up with ease. You stumble slightly as you stand to your feet, but his arm is wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you in place.

“You know, I don’t think I ever got your name,” You look up at him cheesily. He’s still holding you close, probably too close for being practically strangers, but you don’t mind.

“Jack,” He said. “Jack Hughes. And yours?”

“Y/N.” You answer softly, a small grin making its way onto your face.

“Well, Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Before you could say anything else a group of boys skated up to the two of you. “Jack, lets go.” One of the boys tugged on his arm.

“Can’t you see I’m a little bit busy?” Jack groaned, but you giggled quietly.

“Go,” You ushered him on. “It’s okay.”

Jack gave you an apologetic smile before skating away with his friends, who you soon would learn to be his teammates. You turn back to your friend who are all giving you looks.

“What?” You ask, a sheepish smile making its way onto your face.

“So, Jack, huh?” Kayla teased, clearly remembering the night of the party from hell. You shrug, the blush on your cheeks giving you away almost instantly. “Someone’s got a crush,” She sang and bumped her elbow into your side.

You roll your eyes, but your gaze falls on Jack and a few of his buddies as they skated around. “We’ve met literally twice now. It’s nothing more than a little crush.” You reply sheepishly. You hug yourself slightly, the cold of the small rink beginning to make its way through the thin fabric of your sweatshirt.

Jack glances over at you and so do a few of his friends, causing your cheeks to flush and you to look away quickly. You turn back to your friends.

“Ready to head out, yeah?” You ask and pretty much everyone agrees. You skate one more lap, passing by Jack and his friends once more before you exit the ice.

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“So, what team is this for?” You ask Kayla as the two of you walk into the USA Hockey Arena. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the amount of memorabilia that littered the walls. It was cluttered, but it worked. The whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue which was quite fitting. It felt homey.

“The USA U18 team,” Kayla says as the two of you approach the ticket booth. “You remember Oliver, right?” Of course you remember Oliver. She didn’t shut up about the boy. “It’s the team he plays on.”

You nod, taking your ticket from the women in the booth. You walk around until you find the rink the team is playing in, warm ups for them already in full swing.

“You know I know pretty much nothing about hockey, right?” You ask Kayla who laughs nodding as she did so. “All I know is there's a bunch of guys ice skating, chasing after a rubber thing and they having to beat the goalie in the net. I’m pretty limited.”

“If I’m being honest that’s all I know too. But you know I really like Oliver, and I wanna show him I can support him,” Kayla says and you smile at her. She normally didn’t settle on a guy for a while. It was a nice change to see her so interested in someone for once.

“I’m happy for you, Kay,” You smile at your best friend as the two of you make your way into the stands. You two manage to snag second seats, so you have an amazing view of the team as they skate around.

A huge smile makes its way onto Kayla’s face as her eyes scan around the ice. You assumed she was trying to find Oliver, and when she did the grin on her face only got wider. “Is that him?” You ask, pointing at a boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off Kayla.

“Yeah,” Kayla replies sheepishly, looking at him with pure love in her eyes. You laugh quietly to yourself before surveying the ice yourself. You see two boys laughing with each other, and as the once turns around revealing his face to you, you let out a little gasp. “What’s wrong?” Kayla asks, turning to face you.

“That’s Jack,” You couldn’t even believe and the disbelief in your voice certainly proved it. You never thought you would see him again after ice skating. You thought you had just gotten lucky. “He’s Oliver’s teammate?”

A shy smile appeared on Kayla’s face. “Surprise?”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your best friend who falls into a fit of giggles. “You knew?” You ask her and she manages to nod. “How did you figure it out?”

“Oliver obviously wasn’t at the rink the other night. But he had told me he plays for the national development team, and Jack was wearing a USNTDP jacket, so I texted Oliver and he told me Jack Hughes is his teammate. He’s a big deal, actually. He’s supposed to go first overall in the 2019 draft.”

You let all of the information sink in. You had a helpless crush on this boy and you couldn’t seem to get him off your mind. And now suddenly he was everywhere? It was too good to be true.

“That’s -- wow,” You chuckle to yourself.

“I saw how the two of you just clicked with each other,” Kayla smiles at you. “You hadn’t been that happy in so long, Y/N. I couldn’t just let it slip away. When I found out they played together I had to get you to a game, so here we are.”

“Thank you,” You say to her and she smiles.

“Of course.”

It doesn’t take long for Jack to notice you, and when he does he looks just as shocked as you had. He turns to Oliver who smirks, motioning over to you and Kayla.Jack turns and he grins at you causing you to blush. It still felt so surreal. What are the odds?

The boys end up winning 3-1, so you were a bit hyped up after the game. And not to mention Oliver scored on a gorgeous set up from Jack.

“Are we gonna wait for them?” You ask Kayla who nods.

“Of course we are, I mean you gotta see Jack again,” She gives you a knowing look and you find yourself smiling down at your feet.

The two of you make your way out of the rink and over towards the seating area of the concessions. You sit down at one of the free tables and wait for Jack and Oliver. It takes a good twenty minutes before Kayla announces Oliver texted her saying that they’re on their way out. You can’t help your racing heart and the beaming smile on your face as you watch Jack walk down the hallway that comes out from the locker rooms.

“Hey Kay,” Oliver smiles at Kayla who gets up from her seat to hug Oliver.

“Oliver, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N this is Oliver,” Kayla smiles with her arm wrapped around Oliver. She’s absolutely beyond the moon.

Oliver smirks. “So you’re the girl Hughesy can’t stop talking about?” He teases, which causes Jack’s face to turn a bright pink. “Kid won’t shut up about you.”

“Oh really now?” You smile at Jack who shrugs in response, a light smirk plastered across his lips. “So, how’ve you been? Been a bit, eh?”

“Better now that you’re here if I’m being honest,” Jack grins. “But, I think you’re trying to throw me off my game. I saw you and I got nervous, fanning on my shot. That’s a little rude.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to distract you if that makes up for it. But I’m starting to think us constantly seeing each other is like fate.”

“Since this is fate,” Jack begins, a cheeky smile making its way onto his face. “How about we go out sometime?”

You smile. “You’re got yourself a deal, Hughes.”

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