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it's never over - l.hughes
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2:22 seconds remained on the clock, the third period is headed to the end. heart is racing, nerves and stakes are too high. every michigan fan is on the edge of their seat; they know that their team can do this, y/n knows that luke can do it. holding onto her hand tightly, ellen watches with y/n as luke skates down the ice trying everything he can to block shots.
"cmon, I know you got it in you. michigan magic." y/n whispers, ellen's hand grips tighter when she sees the shot go in, the shot that luke barely missed. now it's 4-2, and only about 1:45 left. a commercial break pauses the game but doesn't break the tension on the ice.
"ellen---" y/n says in almost a whisper as they see luke skate back to the bench, trashcan in hand, head covered. "it's okay, he is doing it because he is nervous, probably didn't drink enough water -- that boy." ellen reassures y/n as she watches her boyfriend struggle through this third period.
"yeah, it is just hard watching it. nothing that I can do but sit here and ---" y/n's voice wavers and ellen brings her closer.
"it's okay honey, you're here and this is what matters. family matters, every hockey player wants their family in the stands to make them proud. luke needs you, he needs us here for him. you sitting here is doing more than enough for him. look." ellen calmed y/n as she got her attention back to the ice.
her boyfriend skates to the faceoff, looking up in the crowd for a split moment to try and find her. she waves, and he nods -- a short and sweet moment, just enough to know that she is there for him and that he knows she is right there when she needs him.
the music signals that the break is ending and the puck is to be in play, and all the emotions are back again.
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luke knows how this goes, as he has been here before in this exact game spot, the year before. he knows the heartbreak, the struggle, the grief he is going to endure in the next few minutes when he hears that buzzer.
but two things were different this year; it was the end but it was truly the beginning --- because it is never over. y/n's sweet voice plays in his head as he gets ready to face off, he thinks of her singing this song in his car, praising (screaming obnoxiously to the classic rock) of her favorite jeff buckley song --- lover, you should've come over. he imagines her voice saying "it's never over" in his head, as he has done the whole game to keep him going.
in reality, after that buzzer hits -- his time at umich is over; but his hockey career is truly beginning. so yes, the grief and sadness he is probably going to endure after this whistle blows will be one of the hardest things of his life --- but it is different; he has his y/n to lean on.
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the whistle blows and the remaining seconds of the period play out; ports is out of the goal, and michigan does everything they can to stop quinnipiac from scoring an empty netter. a player steals the puck back which causes luke to go after him, eddy gets in net ready to play makeshift goalie. y/n's breath hitches as she knows that the quinnipiac player will score as luke hooks him and eddy has an opening.
boom.
5-2 quinnipiac, nail in the metaphorical hockey coffin. a sigh comes from jim as he sees luke talking with the ref, defeated. luke got a penalty for hooking, meaning quinnipiac was on a powerplay for the rest of the game. he looked defeated while entering the penalty box, which caused jim, ellen & y/n to look at each other, knowing how their boy was going to really feel.
"I made a bet with jack that he wouldn't break his stick this year -- let's hope I win." y/n kindheartedly joked as jim laughed. "that penalty might have set him off so I wouldn't be surprised if jack won the bet, y/n."
"I have faith that he won't beat himself up too badly this year, he has a pretty amazing girl to lean on and now a new career start. y/n?" ellen questions at the end, causing y/n to get confused. "yes?"
"you're ready for jersey right?" ellen asked as y/n looks at her like she has grown 3 heads.
"ellen, I am not going with him --- no way." she says questionably. her and luke talked about it but it was never a plan.
"y/n, you two have known each other for years, I know that you guys finally started dating last year -- but I know luke wants you in jersey." ellen tells her as jim agrees.
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the buzzer goes off which causes the conversation to be dropped as everyone rises out of their seats. half of the arena is full of cheerful quinnipiac and minnesota fans -- while the others are in denial about their seasons ending.
making their way to the locker room, y/n gets a glimpse of dylan, mackie and luke on the ice. defeat, just a look of sadness and shock on their faces. dylan looks and sees y/n in the tunnel, and just shakes his head. y/n reciprocates it but in a more "you did your best" type of head nod.
y/n and some of the families watched from the tunnel as the boys shook hands with each other. the boys led themselves back to the locker room, feeling the pain of the national title slip from their fingers once again. one of the last players off of michigan's side of the ice was indeed, a deflated luke hughes.
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walking with his head down, helmet in hand --- luke couldn't even see who was waiting for him as he headed to the locker room. he just went to her, he could smell her perfume from a mile away. she opened her arms to her as he buried his neck into her shoulder. he didn't care who saw, he never did. he just cried, letting out the defeat into y/n's shoulder.
"it's never over baby, you still got a whole career left. I am so proud of you." y/n whispered into his neck as he nodded. his arms held her tighter as the shock factor went away. he was done with college hockey.
college hockey brought him some of his best friends/teammates and gave him the courage to finally ask y/n out on a date. without college hockey, he wouldn't be who he was today, and that's why his emotions are even higher than he would have thought.
after a few minutes, he pulled away and got a good look at his girl. his beautiful girlfriend was wearing his favorite maize jersey, looking like a total angel in this moment. she looked like she cried a few minutes ago, giving her the extra glowy effect. he was too lucky to have the best family, girlfriend, and career he could have.
grabbing her hands, he put them on his shoulders. "y/n, will you come with me? to new jersey?" he asked her softly as he watched as her eyes pooled with tears. she turns to look behind her, to find his parents looking at her, ellen nods and then she turns to him.
"always, wherever you go --- I want to come with you. I love you." she says, kissing him softly.
"good, I was hoping you didn't say no." luke says as they walk over to his parents, hand in hand.
he wasn't okay, but he knew that the grief was temporary.
michigan would always be there for him. it is home, well, a home. home was really where y/n was. all he wanted was to be with her and play hockey, but those michigan memories will be with him; those were the forever type of memories. as the university of michigan, yost arena, hockey house, and all of those friends, teammates, and memories were going to last forever. he also couldn't forget about those michigan summers, those summers on the lake with his friends and family are going to be something he can't wait for in the off-season.
forever type of memories.
they would never go away; even if it was over.
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Get to Know Me!
Shy4Jamie's 100 celly!!!
I'm doing a little get-know-me since this is my first celly!!
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With that, yall can go ahead and ask me whatever or even just send me your thoughts on players, ill be answering questions and other asks all week (June 5th - 11th)
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Brendan Brisson's Best Friend- Thomas Bordeleau
Summary: Y/n and Thomas are dating but the boys don't know and you go to the carnival with them.
A/n: Hey guys! Ahhh, so I'm so excited for this one! This is my first Thomas fic so... Feedback good or bad is always welcome here so please tell me what you think. It might be a bit sad. Please tell me if you want a part two. Special thanks to Abbs ( @1-800-iluvhockey )for all the help! <33 I hope you guys enjoy it :)
I want to clarify incase anyone's confused this is a Thomas Bordeleau x reader fic but Brendan is a main character in it.
Here's part 2
Here's part 3
You're standing in front of the full length mirror in your room looking over what is probably the tenth outfit you had tried on. You were thinking about how you wanted to try on one more outfit, when you heard your boyfriend of a month and a half mutter something quietly to himself. "What" you ask Thomas,a little bit annoyed that he interrupted your train of thought. "It's just that you're taking a really,really long time to decide on what to wear" he tells you " I think you look good no matter what you wear". You thank him and ultimately decide to wear a pair of ripped jeans and a cropped black top since it's relatively warm. "Babe it's gonna be 7 at night by the time we get to the carnival ,you sure you won't be cold or do you just want an excuse to steal another one of my hoodies?" Thomas questions with a smirk. "I would never!" you respond knowing fully that, that's your plan. You leave the room to go and fix your hair.
"C'mon y/n we should get going or we are going to be late picking up Briss" your boyfriend yells at you from the bottom of the stairs 15 minutes later. " I'm coming" you yell back.
It's funny when you think about it because without Brendan you probably would never have met Thomas. You and Brendan had been best friends since forever and then when he introduced you to Thom there was just an instant connection and hey,now the two of you are dating! The only catch is that Brendan or any of the Umich guys don't know yet. It's not that you didn't want to tell Brendan you were just nervous about his reaction. He was like a brother to you and you were worried that this would cause problems between him and Thomas.
You finished your makeup and rushed down the stairs. You met Thomas at the bottom and stopped on the last stair. "What's wrong" you ask wondering why he's just standing there staring at you. He eventually pulls it together “ You look absolutely beautiful” he tells you as he picks you up and spins you around.
The two of you get into the car and Thomas puts the key in the ignition and turns the car on. He places his hand on your thighs and starts driving. The car ride to Brendan's is silent but it's a comfortable silence.
When you get there the both of you get out and knock on Briss's door. He yells to come in. When you get inside Thomas goes to look for Brendan. All of a sudden you hear Thomas yelling at Brendan but he didn't sound mad so you went to go find them. When you got closer you could hear what Thomas was saying " Brendan I texted you 30 minutes ago and you told me you were ready. I swear you are even worse than y/n". "Sorry I'm- wait what? You were at y/n/n's, Why? Is she here? I thought I was picking her up" rambles Brendan, clearly hurt. Oh shit you forgot Brendan was picking you up. Oh well. "Umm" Thomas mutters nervously. But you being the person you are ran into the room and came to Thom's rescue. You cut him off before he can say anything stupid "Geez chill out Bren, I just needed help picking an outfit and no offense but Bords has way better sense of style than you". See this is the exact reason you were worried about telling Brendan about you and Thomas. " Hey that's rude" states Brendan. "Hey I don't make the rules" you tell him.
"Okay can we get going?" Questions Thomas "I don't want to be late". " Okay, okay I'm ready to go on I guess" says Brendan. And with that your trio left to go to the carnival. The ride with Brendan was very different from the one with just Thomas. The 3 of you sat there absolutely belting out Taylor Swift. Thomas drove and Brendan sat in the passenger seat while you were stuck in the back. After what seemed like hours of listening to Brendans horrible singing you guys arrived at the carnival.
Originally this was supposed to be a date between just you and Bords but your boyfriend stupidly let it slip that he was going to the carnival when he was hanging out with “the boys”. Thankfully he didn't include that you were his date but he did tell them he had a date. They were all so invested in finding out who it was but ( to your surprise) Thomas didn't tell them. You thought for sure he would Crack under the pressure. The boys all decide they would come and just be at the carnival "for moral support" as Matty said. So your boyfriend kinda had a problem. You just told him to tell the guys that his date was canceled, which he did, so the guys decided they would just go out together and Brendan wanted to invite you. Hence why you're here right now.
Currently you, Brendan and Thomas were waiting for the rest of the guys to show up. Matty and Trusc were next. And lastly it was Owen and Kent.
"So what are we doing first" asks Brendan to no one in particular. "How about bumper cars?" Suggests Owen. "Sure why not" and all the guys agree except for Thomas. "Maybe me and y/n will go play ring toss. There isn't a very long line. We'll meet up with you in about 20 minutes". "Okay I guess so" says Brendan giving you and Thomas a weird look.
Your group parts ways but Brendan still seems super suspicious. You tug on Thomas's hoodie to get his attention. "What babe" he asks. "We have to be more careful around Bren". "I think we're doing a pretty good job already y/n/n". "Did you not see his face back there" you ask Thomas. "No, why?". "He looked like he was ready to murder you" you tell him " I think he has a suspicion something is going on". "Well he's not wrong" Thomas replies. "Thomas" you whine " I don't think you're getting the point". "Y/n chill out. Why do you care so much if he knows?" Thomas questions. "I-I I just don't know okay" you snap "I'm worried about losing Bren and I'm worried about you losing Brendan and I just- I don't know". You are so close to crying and the only thing keeping you together is the fact that you're at a carnival. A freaking carnival. You're not supposed to cry there.
Thomas takes a deep breath and then says " Baby, I'm so sorry. You're right. If you don't want him to know and you think we need to be more careful we will, I promise". "I-I think I love you Thomas" you say quickly. "I love you too baby" Thomas replies a little slower pulling you into a soft kiss.
"What the fuck" says a familiar voice behind you. Brendan. Oh shit. You pull away quickly from Thomas leaving a confused look on your boyfriend's face until he turns around and sees what you're looking at. His face falls and you hear him quietly mutter " fuck".
Brendan angrily stomps over to the two of you. "What the hell was that? I trusted you guys. Even when my gut was telling me that the 2 of you we're dating I ignored it cause you guys are my best friends. I thought you would at least tell me and that's not even talking about how I told you Thomas, that y/n was off limits. She is no was my best friend and now I don't even know what to think" Brendan yells.
You couldn't even care that everyone at the carnival heard that. All you care is that you might have lost your best friend since you were 2. "Just don't even try to contact me or I will block you. If I want to hear from you I will text" Brendan whispers walking away, a tear trickling down his cheek. You felt a tear rolling down your own cheek as well. "Wait, who will drive you home?" Thomas yells after Brendan. "Matty and Jacob" he yells back.
"I guess that's our signal to go" says Matty " but congrats you guys are really cute". "Bye" you whisper, afraid that if you talk too much you'll completely break down. "See you,congrats" Trusc says. Him and Matty leave you,Owen,Kent and Thomas standing there.
"We should probably go but I just wanted to say that you guys are really cute and I hope you guys are happy" Owen pauses and then continues " I'm sure Brendan will come around, and as cliché as it sounds just give him time". Kent nods his head in agreement and with that it's just you and Thomas left.
"So…" Thomas starts and then trails off when he sees you in tears. He immediately wraps his strong arms around you and says nothing.
"Thomas... what I said before was true I really do love you but at least for tonight I need to be alone. I'll call you at some point just not today. I'll just catch a cab home. I'll see you later" you tell Thomas,soaking his hoodie with your tears.
"Wait, I'll give you my keys and you can take my car" your boyfriend tells you. "Are you sure?". "Yes 100%" he tells you. In reality he didn't want you taking the cab but also this was his way to ensure he would see you again.
You take the keys and with one final look over your shoulder you walk away from Thomas, tears streaming down your cheeks.
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@1-800-iluvhockey and i have just come up with two amazing fic ideas 🤭🤭
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lex’s 700 celly!!
this is actually insane, i don’t even know what to say. i just want to thank every single one of you for all of your support, love and kindness! being here and interacting with all of you genuinely makes me so happy<3 and to my friends, i’m so glad that this silly little site has let us meet each other and i love you all — to celebrate reaching another milestone, i’d like to do a little celebration💗
send in now!!
⭐️ my inbox is open: we can talk about anything and I’ll also be answering older asks!!
💫 requests: feel free to send in thoughts/concepts or ig edit requests. no blurb/fic requests for this please**
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⚡️ play ask games: CYM, FMK, would you rather, get to know me, etc. also we’ll cast the boys (ex. cast umich as __) cause that seems fun :)
tagging some friends: @1-800-iluvhockey @owenpowpow @owenpowersglasses @dylandukerr @hugheshugs @boeswhore @bitchinbarzal @thomasbbordeleau @thombords @ethancale @bbrissonn @mattyybenierss @gigglyparker @calermakar08
** i’m still going to be posting usual fics and doing dilf day so i don’t want to overwhelm myself with blurbs or anything :)
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ok so please vote in my inbox but would u rather have my briss fic be in his or her pov???
tagging some friends so i can get a good consensus
@driverpicksthe-music @1-800-iluvhockey @owenpowpow @owenpowersglasses @oskarlidblom @cobrakaisb @studsccsnackavoybambi @thombords
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cinnamon and spice | q. hughes + b. boeser
this one was a request !! i apologize that it took months to get this done but i hope u like it :))
prompts: #18 — "i don't want to break your heart." // #36 — "i'm going to puke on your jersey." // #96 — "how did you find out?" // #100 — "why didn't you tell me?"
summary: you and quinn used to hook up but he ghosts you and you find out you're pregnant. your best friend brock is there to help you until you see quinn again.
pairing: bestfriend!brock x pregnant!reader, babydaddy!quinn x pregnant!reader
word count: 5k
warnings: vomiting, pregnancy things, mentions of alcohol, anxiety.
note: idk how i feel abt this one ahh, its very different from my other fics i think. i also dont think i'll be writing another pregnancy fic bc it took me way too long to write this one !! that being said, i hope u guys enjoy this
taglist: @heatabovejakey @boeswhore @calemakarjuice @pandas-daisy @rainysuitcaseprunegiant @1-800-iluvhockey @trevvorzegras @bbrissonn @drei-mrssvechii @idfan21 @thescooby-gang @owenpowersglasses @owenpowerstapejob @this-is-ally-and-im-confused @inspiredby-ratz-blog* // join my taglist here :)
delivered.
you and quinn were never close. fuck buddies, yes, but you weren't best friends. you guys were sort of always stuck between 'we shouldn't be friends' and 'we shouldn't catch feelings.' it was weird so you both never got emotionally attached to each other.
sure you guys talked, — he texted you before he came to fuck you but that was it.
you guys only used each other for sex. it wasn't until you realized you only let yourself give in to quinn that you figured you may be catching feelings.
a month later, quinn hasn't texted you back. you spent countless days and nights wondering what went wrong, if you did something to make him leave, but you simply couldn't come up with anything. it hurt but you just think that maybe he found someone else to sleep with.
weeks pass by and you start feeling a bit worried. you missed your period and thought it might just be late but it never came. tiredness, nausea, things that were never a problem for you before have been wreaking havoc in your daily life and you're 99% sure you know why.
bundling up, you muster the strength to go out and grab a pregnancy test. you hope you don't feel nauseous on the way there because you definitely aren't going to ask anyone to get it for you.
luckily, the short journey isn't too much of a hassle and you make it there and back home safely. you were smart enough to drink a ton of water before leaving so when you get home, you don't have to wait to take the test.
you feel your heart beating in your head as you shrug your jacket off and shakily walk over to your bathroom, test in your hands. you feel like you already know what the answer is and there's only one person that could be the father. you aren't sure if you're more worried about the baby or telling quinn you're bearing his child.
positive.
your eyes widen, heart leaping in your chest as you throw the test across the room.
"what the fuck?" you ask yourself, running a hand through your hair.
quinn was always serious about protection, which is why you can't think of a single time where maybe you guys somehow just forgot. the condom must have broken or had a hole in it and he just never noticed, but what the fuck.
with a drum beating against your ribcage, you grab your purse and walk out the door with only one thing on your mind.
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"brock!"
you run towards him, engulfing him in a massive hug the second you reach him. almost as if an emotional wave washes over you, you begin crying into his neck.
"hey, what's wrong?" brock asks in concern, eyebrows furrowing as he holds your shaking body in his arms.
he wasn't expecting to see you, and definitely not right after practice. he was on his way home just before you saw him and he's confused as hell.
you shake your head, unable to answer him at the moment. all you want right now is the support of your best friend. you don't know how you're going to handle everything by yourself and it's too much for you to take in.
"breathe for me, c'mon. take deep breaths, you gotta chill out," he tries soothing you, a hand rubbing your back comfortingly.
it helps. after a couple minutes of him reassuring you quietly in your ear, your sobs turn into sniffles and you pull away from his grasp. with a pounding head, you can't bare to look him in the eyes. what's he going to think of you? how's he going to feel about you sleeping with one of his closest friends?
"what's wrong? you can't just come to me crying and expect me to not want answers," he tells you, lifting your head up with his palms and wiping your tears.
"i—" your voice sounds scratchy and gross, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath before speaking. "can we go to your place please? i'll explain there, i promise."
brock's about to refuse, not about taking you to his place but about you telling him once you get there. he's dying to know what's got you so worked up but he sees the look on your face and sighs, unable to say no.
"alright, let's go."
"yay," you whisper, which makes him chuckle.
he rests his hand on the small of your back as he leads you to his car. looking out the doors of the arena, he sees the pouring rain and takes a double take when he looks at you again.
"how did you get here?"
"i ran."
"in the rain?" he asks in disbelief.
"no, it wasn't raining when i got here. guess i got lucky," you shrug and he rolls his eyes, stopping in his tracks to set his bag down.
he pulls out a hoodie and hands it to you. "you're not getting sick on my watch, little missy."
"can i keep it?" you ask excitedly.
brock bites the inside of his cheek when he sees the grin on your face, the redness of your eyes making it a sore sight.
"yeah, why not?"
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you need to tell someone. it would be a bad idea not to, no? you can't keep it in for too long, especially when you know you're going to need some help. quinn can't be kept in the dark either, but the thought of telling him about your pregnancy makes bile rise to your throat immediately, so you try to push that thought away as best as you can.
taking a seat on brocks couch, the colour drains from your face when coolie comes to your side and begins sniffing your stomach. you peak over at brock to see him looking through his pantries in the kitchen so you smile and pet the dog beside you.
"i know you know," you whisper. "but you can't tell anyone, okay?"
coolie pauses his sniffing to stare at you and you simply laugh, although your stomach beings feeling even worse. guess you couldn't push away that thought for too long.
brock finally walks over with your favourite snack which only makes you want to gag. milo starts barking loudly from his seat on the ground and you clutch your ears, suddenly feeling sensitive to the sound.
"milo, stop that!"
you shouldn't be feeling as anxious as you are. it's probably bad for the baby but you can't help it. you close your eyes and try taking deep breaths but you can't, forcing you to open your eyes and look at brock.
"i'm going to puke."
his eyes widen but before he can say anything, you run past him. he follows swiftly behind you and brings a fist to his mouth in disgust when he sees you throwing up into his toilet.
he fights back his hesitations when hot tears escape your eyes and you begin coughing as saliva drips out of your mouth. bending down to take a seat, he scrunches his nose at the horrid smell but holds your hair back for you as you continue emptying your stomach.
after a couple minutes, you don't feel anything coming up and you take heavy breaths, leaning back into brock's chest. he uses his hands to brush away the stray hairs that are sticking onto your damp forehead, once again pushing away every thought of disgust that flows through his mind.
"y/n, you need to tell me what's wrong."
"i want peanut butter," you mumble. you start to feel tired, not having eaten much throughout the day and just puking it all out. you have nothing in your system. "with pickles. pickles 'n peanut butter."
brock furrows his eyebrows. "you're a fucking weirdo. c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."
he helps you stand up and thankfully you have enough energy to walk on your own and brush your teeth (using a spare toothbrush of course, not brock's). he lets you do your thing while he goes back to his kitchen to find you pickles and peanut butter.
when you walk out and meet him, you see a jar of pickles set out for you with peanut butter. you grin, taking a seat and digging in. brock stands on the other side of the island and grimaces at the sight.
"mmm, brock, this is so good! you wanna try?"
"no! no, i'm good. i'm perfectly fine standing right over here," he says quickly, watching as milo comes over to sit beside you. something feels weird to him. he senses a change in his pups, noticing that they seem a bit more.. protective of you. they had even been sitting by the bathroom while you were in there puking your guts out.
"you good? you look like you're stressed," you ask with your mouth full.
"why were you crying? you came to find me at the arena and you were crying. you said you were going to tell me what's wrong but you haven't," he gets straight to the point and your heart drops.
"uhm, well.." you swallow the food in your mouth, thinking about how to tell him. "please don't be mad."
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"i'm pregnant."
"you're what?" his eyes bulge and he dashes around the counter. "did i hear you correctly? did you just say you're pregnant?"
"yes! yes, i am but please don't be mad and please don't tell anyone, brock, please."
"i won't tell anyone, i just," he lets out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he sits beside you. "who's the father?"
you give him a sheepish look. "pinky promise you won't be mad?"
he rolls his eyes and gives you his pinky. you lock yours with his and look directly at him.
"quinn."
"hughes?"
"who else?"
"i'm gonna kill him."
your eyes widen as brock stands up from his seat, making you rush over to stop him. you grab his arms and hold him in place, making him glare at you expectantly.
"it wasn't his fault—"
"wasn't his fault? y/n, he's been hooking up with girls and you're over here pregnant with his kid! don't fucking defend h— wait, how the fuck did this even happen?"
"listen, i'll tell you everything but can we please sit down and talk it over. i really need your help, that's why i came to find you."
he gives you a reluctant nod and you drag him over to his couch, his eyes softening as he finds you unconsciously resting a hand on your stomach. you both sit down and you tell him everything, from the minute you and quinn decided to be fuck buddies up until now. surprisingly, you aren't in tears by the end, you're just scared and brock can see it. he's so incredibly happy for you but he knows you're young and don't know what to do, which breaks his heart.
"i'm sorry i hid everything from you and i'm sorry i came to you with all this. i just found out about this today," you tell him, gesturing to your stomach. "you were the first person i wanted to tell."
brock gives you a small smile. "i appreciate that. you have no idea how happy i am for you but it's okay to be afraid, you know? i can see that you're unsure of everything but i'm here for you, i promise."
you don't waste a moment pulling him into a hug and he rubs your back soothingly, hoping to ease your tensions.
"i want you to stay with me."
your eyebrows crease at his words and you try pulling out of his grasp but he doesn't let go.
"i need to know you and your baby are safe at all times. please, i don't want you living alone. at least until you tell him," he explains.
"i don't want to be a burden—"
"you're not, you'll never be. you need to understand that i really don't think it's a good idea for you to be pregnant and alone, all i want to do is help you. please."
you nod in the crease of his neck, pulling him closer. "okay. i'll stay."
--
you're 16 weeks pregnant now. your bump is starting to show but it's easily hidden by the endless amount of brock's clothes you've stolen. you've been staying with him like you said you would and it hasn't been the best time but he couldn't be any more understanding.
tonight, you guys are going to a small get together at bo's house. you decided you've waited way too long and you can't keep quinn in the dark anymore so you plan on telling him tonight. he deserves to be given the opportunity to support you and his child if he wants, and you won't blame him if he doesn't want to but he needs to know it's an option.
you've seen him and his girlfriend on social media and to say you're a bit intimidated would be an understatement. she's a model but she doesn't seem the nicest and things look like they're getting pretty serious between the two. at least, that's what brock's been saying, which only makes you feel worse about quinn not knowing.
you get ready and pull on a pair of sweats and one of brock's hoodies. making your way out of your temporary bedroom, brock laughs when he sees you.
"you're really gonna wear my clothes?"
"yeah, is there a problem? i can take it off if you want me to."
"no, it's not a problem. i was just thinking that people might think we're together or something."
you blink slowly in thought, realizing he's right. no one even knows you're living with him, what'll they think when you show up in his clothes?
"i'll just pretend i bought a really big hoodie. no big deal," you shrug. "i doubt they remember this is yours, right?"
"we'll have to wait and find out," he says breathily before opening the front door.
the car ride is silent, other than the soft radio hum in the background and you tapping your foot anxiously as you think about talking to quinn. you don't know how he'll react and you're scared he's going to freak out or get mad at you for some reason.
"you okay?" brock asks, sensing your distress.
"just thinking about quinn.."
"you still like him?"
"mhm," your eyes trail off as you look out the window. "but he's in this perfect relationship and here i am about to screw it up."
"don't say that. it takes two to make a damn kid, you're not screwing anything up. if anything, he screwed it up himself. and if he says or does anything to hurt you, i will personally beat his ass," brock tells you, making you smile at his overprotectiveness.
"i don't know if i want you to beat up my baby daddy," you joke.
"he'll get it if he deserves it," he says as he parks outside bo's.
he sees you eyeing the house carefully and notices your hand shaking a bit. he grabs it softly with one hand and holds your face with the other, forcing you to look at him.
"hey, everything's going to be okay. you know quinn, he's a good guy. it might be a shock to him at first but he'll get over it.. and if he doesn't, you have a whole group of guys in there who'll happily play uncle for your little one. we got your back."
he wipes a stray tear that fell from your eye, your heart melting at his words. you know he's right. no matter how this goes, you have other friends who'll support you no matter what. you nod your head and give him a small smile, he sends you a grin in return. you both make your way out of the car and walk over to the front door where holly greets you instantly.
"hi guys! long time no see, how are you?" she asks happily, pulling brock in for a hug.
"i'm great, you?" he wraps his arms around her and gives you a look, hinting at your stomach.
your eyes widen as you realize she'll feel your belly when she hugs you so when she comes over, you give her an awkward side hug instead. thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice anything and ushers you both into the house.
in the living room, you see a couple of brock's teammates (who are also your friends) and their significant others hanging out. noticing that most of them are drinking, you pray that they don't give you a drink as well, thinking about how you're going to convince them that the girl who never used to pass up a free drink doesn't drink anymore.
conor sees you and jumps up from his seat, making you grab brock's arm. you weren't planning on telling anyone other than quinn about your pregnancy but if people keep trying to hug you it's not going to stay a secret for too long.
"hey, y/n/n! how are ya?" conor asks, standing in front of you. his eyes flicker down to your hold on brock but he doesn't question it.
"i'm good, how are you?"
"i'm great. missed my friend, that's for sure."
you look at him guiltily. "sorry.. i've just been a bit busy."
"no worries. glad you're here now though. c'mon, let's get you a drink."
you hadn't realized the group had quieted down at yours and brock's arrival. each of them waited to greet you but they'd been listening on your conversation and as soon as conor mentioned the drink, it felt like a pin dropped because of the way you remain quiet.
"uhm, i can't.." you squeeze brock's hand, silently pleading for help.
"since when does y/f/n not drink? that's news to me," elias says, making brock chuckle.
"she's my designated driver for tonight. i'm tryna get drunk so she's gonna drive me home, no biggie," brock saves your ass. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when everyone drops the case and goes back to their conversations.
"thanks," you whisper as conor retreats.
"you're welcome. now where's quinner.." brock trails off, looking around as you both take a seat on the huge sofa.
"he's probably just not here yet—"
you stand corrected as quinn walks in the room with a girl on his arm. you feel like the whole world stopped. everything around you blurs with him as your main focus and your heart leaps when his eyes meet yours.
you swallow the growing lump in your throat and try forgetting about the feelings you have for him, his girlfriend being an indicator that whatever you once had is over. butterflies consume you, your mind almost mistaking the feeling for nausea as he and the girl take a seat beside you.
you give him a smile but your expression changes when you look down and notice he's wearing a jersey.
you furrow your eyebrows. "what are you wearing?"
"we were running late so i grabbed the first thing i saw," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "it's nice to see you."
it's almost pathetic how that simple sentence brings an unwelcomed warmth to your face. "it's nice to see you too. how've you been?"
"good.. great, actually. there's someone i want you to meet," he tells you, looking to his side. he taps the girl on her shoulder and she turns to look at you.
"candice, this is y/n. y/n, this is my girlfriend, candice."
"hi," you wave lightly. "nice to meet you."
she chews her gum aggressively and looks you up and down before meeting your eyes and shooting you a fake grin. "yeah. nice to meet you too."
no words are spoken between you and her after that, for she gives her attention back to holly so they can resume the conversation they were having before quinn interrupted.
"she's a gem.." you say sarcastically.
quinn chuckles. "she doesn't really like meeting new people. anyway, how are you?"
you feel a heavy weight on your shoulders, fidgeting with the hem of brock's hoodie as quinn sits tight for an answer. your throat runs dry and your mind is jumbled with too many thoughts. before you can think of the right thing to say, one stupid sentence comes out of your mouth.
"i'm going to puke on your jersey."
his eyes widen. "what? are you oka—"
he doesn't get an answer because you quickly stand up and walk away, trying your best to hold in your sickness before it spills onto the ground. you don't want to cause a scene by running so you keep a steady pace, tugging conor with you on your way to the washroom.
"woah, you good?" he asks as you push the door open.
you shake your head, bile pooling in your mouth as you push him in and shut the door. taking a seat in front of the toilet, it doesn't take a minute before you're spilling into the bowl. conor gags but reaches over to hold your hair.
you both stay in there for a while and quinn starts to worry. if he wants to be honest with himself, he'd admit that he only came here because he wanted to see you — but not for any reason other than that he felt bad about ghosting you.
he looks over to brock who'd moved to sit beside him. "you think she's okay?"
"huh?" brock asks confusedly.
"y/n, she wasn't feeling well. it's been a while since she left.."
"conor's with her, she'll be fine."
that doesn't help quinn one bit. he hesitates, wondering if maybe the pair are actually hooking up in the washroom, but the sick look on your face flashes in his mind and that thought disappears in an instant.
he stands up and makes his way to the washroom which luckily isn't too far. he enters the hallway and sees the door open, to his relief. taking small steps, he halts as he hears shushed voices.
"what do you mean you're pregnant?!"
"i'm fucking telling you i'm pregnant, conor! how do you think i got pregnant, do you need me to explain conception to you?"
quinn's mouth parts and he raises an eyebrow. you're pregnant? it doesn't click in his mind for even a split second that he might be the father. yeah, he remembers that you both used to hookup but he figures that you would have already told him if he was.
he hears some shuffling and bolts into the laundry room beside him, not wanting to get caught. that definitely wasn't something he was supposed to hear and he doesn't want to upset you.
"well, who's the father?"
he's able to see you and conor standing in the hallway through the crack of the open door he hides behind. he watches as you hesitate and huff in frustration.
"quinn."
"hughes?"
"no," you deadpan, waiting a moment. "yes, quinn hughes! quintin jerome hughes, what is up with men and thinking i didn't fuck quinn hughes? yes, i fucked quinn hughes and now i'm 4 months pregnant with his child, is that. what. you wanted. to hear. conor?"
quinn's face pales as he continues listening to you two bicker like children. it all goes in one ear and out the other as he tries to stomach the fact that he's going to be a father at 22 years old. and four months. you hid your pregnancy from him for four months. those are four months he could have cared for you and his child. he doesn't know how to feel. he shouldn't be mad because after all, he's the one who put you in this situation, but he had the right to know, didn't he?
you both walk away and quinn slowly exits the laundry room, tugging at his hair in frustration and confusion. he feels angry and he doesn't know what to do.
sighing, he makes his way back to the living room and watches as you stand in the kitchen with some of the girls.
it all happens in a spur of the moment.
he walks over to you as quick as he can, grabs your hand and tugs you upstairs to one of the guest rooms, locking the door behind him.
"quinn, you okay?"
"why didn't you tell me?"
his words send a shock to your gut but you think that maybe he's talking about something else. maybe he doesn't actually know and you might just out yourself by saying the wrong thing.
"what do you mean—"
"our baby, y/n. why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
you blink at him, anger raging through your veins in an instant. he sees the change on your face but it doesn't phase him one bit, seeing as he's also engraged at the moment.
"you fucking ghosted me, quinn! do you know how long i've been thinking about telling you? how guilty i've felt about not telling you? i was planning on doing it today but you found out, how the fuck did you find out?"
"well, it wasn't too hard when you were practically shouting it to the world in the hallway downstairs!"
"god, quinn don't fucking yell at me," you grit through your teeth, glaring at him. "it wasn't easy, these past four months have been hell. i dont wanna argue, can we please just talk this out?"
"i don't want to talk, y/n. you hid this from me for so fucking long and now i'm in a committed relationship with someone else! maybe i would have tried to stay with you if i'd known we were having a goddamn family together—"
"i don't want you to be with me because of a mistake—"
"our baby is not a mistake!"
"quinn! we're not even 25 yet, yes, this baby is a mistake. it's not wrong to admit that, you know? just because it's a mistake that doesn't mean i care about it any less!"
both your chests heave as you finish screaming at each other. quinn closes his eyes and tries grounding himself as you start to feel bad about screaming at him. the room quiets down and you bite your lip, heart pounding as you realize you yelled at the man you love instead of having an important conversation about everything.
"listen, i'm sorry. you're probably under a lot of stress and i shouldn't have lashed out on you," quinn apologizes.
your heart grows in size. quinn could mess up in the worst ways possible and you'd go back to him every time. "it's okay, i shouldn't have yelled either. i wanted to have a real conversation but here we are.."
there's an elephant in the room that you both know needs to be addressed but neither of you know how to bring it up. you sigh, taking a seat on the bed and looking up at him. he walks over and takes the seat in beside you as you lean your back on the bedframe.
"i should have told you—"
"no, it's not a big deal, really.. are you showing?"
you give him a small smile. "a little, yeah. the baby's the size of an avocado."
"can i.. um," he hesitates. you know exactly what he wants but you want to hear him say it.
"can i see it? the baby— or, your stomach, i mean."
nodding, you stretch your legs out in front of you and lay down a bit, lifting up brock's hoodie and your shirt to show him your bump.
it wasn't supposed to be emotional but you can't help but tear up when quinn's eyes gleam. you can see that he's overwhelmed with feelings and it makes you think back to the day you found out you were pregnant.
"i know this is a lot. you can take your time to think about it.."
he looks up at you, eyes glossy like yours. "i want to be here for you and the baby, i know that for a fact. i'm not leaving you by yourself."
"are you sure? i've been staying with brock and you might need time to process," you tell him, reassuring that it's okay if he's not ready to commit right now.
"y/n, i'm telling you. you're not going through this alone. this is our baby and i'm here for you both, that's a promise."
"thank you."
"don't thank me.. i should be thanking you. i should have been there to help."
"it's okay. brock makes a pretty good baby daddy," you laugh and quinn smiles.
you both take in each other's prescence for a moment, quinn's eyes flickering back and forth between you and your bump.
"look.. i know you like me. that's the reason why i left in the first place," he tells you. your heart drops but you shrug it off, listening to what he's saying.
"i don't want to break your heart. i want to take care of you but i still want to be with my girlfriend."
you nod, although your heart strains against your chest. "that's alright. i totally understand that, no worries."
"you sure?"
"quinn, i can't force you to like me. maybe if i'd told you about the baby earlier we could have tried something like you said, but i didn't and that's okay. i'm happy you're happy, that's all i ever want."
"thank you."
"you're welcome. but, there's also one other thing i want."
"what is it?"
"a chicken quesadilla from taco bell with extra cheese, and cinnabon delights."
"oh—"
"can you get it for me?"
"why do i need to get it for you?"
"hello, quintin! i'm pregnant with your child, did you already forget?" you ask in disbelief and his eyes widen.
"shit, sorry. that's gonna take some getting used to."
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love drunk (j.f)
pairing: joel farabee x reader + best friend!kevin hayes
words: 4.0k
warnings: mentions of alcohol, bars, kissing, and ofc teasing by friends
author’s note: hi hello! i apologize for any errors as i’m eighteen and have never drank/gone go a bar before:) thanks, besties. also special tags to @joelsfarabees (helped me come up with the idea), @huggybug , @cartahhart79 , @quietblues , @ethancale , and @1-800-iluvhockey for encouraging + proofreading + and giving me ideas. and ofc @fiveminutesforfarabee for throwing hc’s about bf!joel with me to go back on for this fic. this wouldn’t have become a thing without any of you- i love you all forever<3 and @bitchinbarzal because i said i would tag you<3 your ig edits are immaculate
the fluorescent lights from the dance floor bounced off the blue swirls of the bar counter. it felt cool against your forearms compared to the warmth and humidity of the club- sweaty bodies smashed together, laughing as they downed drink after drink as if it was water. your eyes met the rim of your glass, filled with some alcoholic beverage that you had ordered half an hour ago. the ice was slowly watering it down, not that it mattered, as you honestly weren’t that interested in it.
your gaze broke from the glass as suddenly an arm found its way around your shoulders. you flinched slightly before relaxing into the familiar feel of kevin hayes. his cologne smelled of sandalwood and lavender, something that was unique to him.
“fuck yeah! y/nnnn!” he slurred, pulling you closer as he swayed side to side, “where’s your lover boy, bestie?”
you chuckled, softly pushing him into the wooden stool next to you, “he’s not my lover boy, kev, he’s over there chatting with teeks and ratty.”
of course, kevin was talking about joel. you and joel had met several months ago from mutual friends, kevin being one of them. the moment you had met him, his honey pooled eyes, goofy smile, and just the amount of calm he brought to a room stole your heart. however, you knew that the gorgeous hunk of man was so obviously out of your league. joel was a national hockey league player with a bright future and a huge heart; someone you felt would never be interested in you.
“fuck that! you want him to be!” kevin giggled, as he poked your knees repeatedly with his finger. “i think that fucker likessss you!”
you snorted, “yeah okay, hayesy. whatever you say, dude.” you slipped your drink, grimacing at the slight burn of the watered-down alcohol. you knew kevin was drunk, but your heart ached to believe that maybe, just maybe, joel would feel the same way about you.
“shit- can- can i tell you a secret?” kevin hiccuped, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.
“sure, kev. what’s up, buddy?” you motioned for the bartender, mouthing water, pointing at the 6’5 drunk next to you.
the bartender chuckled, sliding you a glass as kevin continued.
“i-i know something about beezer that you don’t!”
“i’m sure you know a lot of things about joel that i don’t.” you passed him the water, satisfied as he downed half of it in one gulp, the large bar glass looking small in his hand.
“no, no-“ he coughed, placing the glass back on the bar counter, “fuck- i mean- he likes you! shit- you’re all he fucking talks about during practice and games. god, he never shuts the fuck up about you, y/n/n!” he was giggling like a schoolgirl, too out of it to notice how red your face had become. “hold on, i’m gonna go get another fucking drink! byeee y/n/n! i looove you, bestie!” kevin gave you a half squeeze before wandering in a random direction.
watching him walk away, you felt your heart start to race. what the hell was kevin talking about? joel? have feelings for ME? you thought, yeah okay. out of habit, your eyes wandered to where joel was standing with travis, oskar, and isaac. his head was thrown back, bouts of laughter escaping his lips, which of course hid his teeth. he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the first few buttons undone with black jeans. his chest was in full view, his gold chain glistening against the vibrant lights of the club. your eyes followed his arms to his hands, the left one holding a beer while the right moved as he talked.
your eyes closed as you pursed your lips, butterflies filling your stomach. he looked incredible. opening your eyes again, you saw a new addition coming to joel’s presence. kevin.
you chuckled as he stumbled into joel, grinning as he did so. you sipped your drink again, watching the five interact. however, you choked as kevin pointed at you, joel’s eyes finding yours.
attempting to regain your composure, you offered a smile and a tiny wave that joel returned before turning back to his friends. you watched kevin babble to them and point in your direction before he started heading over to you again.
“yes, hollywood? how may i be of service?” you sipped your drink, attempting to mask the anxiety of whatever shenanigans he was up to as he approached.
“need you to come with me-“ he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you with him. “it’s important, bestie.”
“christ- okay. hold on, buddy.” you laid a bill on the counter, paying for the drink you had barely touched as you grabbed the rest of your things. “okay, now, where are we going?”
kevin gave you a mischievous grin, “i’m being your fucking wingman!”
you sputtered, confused as he led you across the room, “w-what? what the hell are you talking about?”
“just trust me, babe- shit’s going to be great.”
you groaned, “kevin- you’re way too drunk for this!”
he scoffed, “actually, y/n/n, i drank water, remember? i’m cool as a damn cucumber.”
“yeah- and you went for a drink afterward, remember?” you mocked him, “besides- when the hell do you ever say you’re-“ you were cut off abruptly when you came to a screeching halt. a few feet away stood the same man you were admiring from the bar moments ago. joel.
“now here’s the plan-“
“plan?” your head whipped over to kevin bewildered, “what?”
“the plan for you to admit to joel you-“ he started, but you slapped your hand over his mouth.
“no. he’s-“ you ran your hand through your hair before pulling the 6’5 giant outside of the bar. as you gently made your way through the friday bar crowd, you could feel yourself spiraling. sure, kevin did know joel better than you, but joel liking you? you had gone through endless scenes where you confessed to him, but none of them ever resulted in what you wanted: reciprocated feelings- much less a relationship.
your thoughts broke as you opened the bar doors; the february air nipped at your arms, and the absence of a coat caused you to shiver.
“listen, i appreciate you. i do. you’re a great person and friend- and maybe an even better hockey player, but i’m not telling joel anything.”
he scrunched his face in confusion, his blue eyes searching your face for an answer, “what? why?”
you turned your head away from him, biting the inside of your cheeks harshly, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. the street was lit up by streetlights, apartments, and businesses that were strangely still open at midnight.
“kevin-“ you sighed, “he’s out of my league. he plays in the NATIONAL hockey league. he’s gorgeous, intelligent, funny… he could have anyone he wants- not me. i know what you said earlier, but… there’s no way he’s talking about me. you’re hardly present, dude.”
kevin’s face softened, “y/n…” he blinked his eyes a few times before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “listen, i know i’m fucking drunk right now, but you should hear him talk about you. not anyone else. you. he’s fucking like- god, i’m going to ruin his chances because i’m fucking-“ he groaned, “y/n/n, he’s whipped for you. i’ve never seen him like this- we’re all sick of him. you’ve gotta talk to him- i know you like him too.”
your heart was hammering in your chest again. joel? liking you back? it felt like a dream. you felt so giddy as if you could do anything- which could be kevin’s second confession or the decent amount of alcohol in your system. “are you messing with me?”
he shook his head rapidly, “i mean every word, dude.”
you rubbed your hands on the scratchy, black material of your jeans, the anxiety and giddiness mixing in all at once. “okay.”
“huh?” kevin scrunched his face in confusion.
“be my wingman.”
he squealed (which honestly threw you off a bit, seeing as you didn’t know such a sound could come from someone that tall), “y/n, everything’s going to be great. here’s the plan.”
——
you had never felt this nervous in your life. your hands were clammy; you kept wiping them off on your black jeans to no avail.
kevin’s hand was resting gently in the middle of your back, rubbing small circles, attempting to at least relax you a bit. he had already given you two shots of tequila for confidence, but they didn’t seem to be working as you both walked closer to the high table where joel, isaac, travis, and oskar sat. you could hear joel’s laugh from a mile away, causing butterflies to build in your stomach.
“hey, guys!” kevin grinned, “look who i found!”
all four men offered hellos, immediately including you in the conversation of doors versus wheels. you were only half paying attention, your full attention being on joel. his brown eyes were concentrated as he discussed and took the side of doors, which made you accidentally snort in laughter.
joel turned to you, a smirk dancing across his face, “you’ve got something to say, hm?”
“no-“ you grinned, chuckling, “it’s just obviously wheels.”
travis immediately signaled a high five, which you reciprocated. “thank you! someone with sense. i’ve been struggling with these guys forever!” his own brown eyes twinkled, seeming to grin as much as his mouth did.
“oh shut up, teeks. it’s totally doors.” isaac groaned, taking a sip of his beer, his other arm resting on the edge of the table.
“it’s fuckin’ wheels! office chairs, stupid.” kevin piped up, beaming as you and travis both high-fived him.
joel, noticing a particular blonde was quiet, nudged his head towards oskar. “osky, baby, what’s on your mind?“
oskar set his beer down with a soft smile, “i have my thoughts, but you guys are more entertaining to watch.”
the conversation continued, laughter and teasing erupting often. by the time kevin beckoned for travis, isaac, and oskar to follow him for more drinks (not before he sent a wink your way and mouthing go), it was only joel with the opinion of doors.
“i can’t believe after all that evidence you’re still saying doors!” you exclaimed, joel throwing his head back in laughter.
“maybe i’m just saying it to see your reaction,” he smirked, lifting his beer to his lips, swallowing what was left.
you glared at him, slightly kicking him under the table, “farabee, you’re a menace.”
“says you! you’re kicking me!” he teased, slightly kicking you back.
“you’re a hockey player!” you retorted, “you feel nothing in your calves!”
joel fake gasped, “how rude of you to assume they feel nothing!”
“beezer, you get hit with high sticks, slashes, and pucks on a regular basis. my size seven foot isn’t doing anything to you.”
he stuck his tongue out at you as you laughed. the energy around you felt electric. music blared over the speakers as you both got lost in conversation.
as you felt joel’s fingertips creep against your own, the familiar chords of paper rings by taylor swift caused you to break out in a grin.
“cmon farabee- you have to dance with me!” you closed the distance, grasping his hand and slipped out of the tall, wooden chair.
joel‘s face reddened as the quick source of contact, letting you lead the way. “but babe!” he whined, “i can’t dance!”
the nickname caused your face to do the same as you pulled him onto the dance floor. “who cares?”
in response, he gave you a nervous smile before spinning you around. his white shirt opened revealing more of his chest and chain.
“see? you’re doing great!” your eyes found his, trying not to stare at his neck as you gave him a reassuring smile.
you both danced a while, laughing as the other stumbled a little. the room around you melted again. it didn’t matter to joel that it was late and he had an early practice tomorrow. nor did it matter to you that here you were, dancing the night away while you had a final paper to work on. the bodies around you seemed to disappear. the budding chemistry that had shied away during the first months of friendship had now come with full force. not that either of you would admit it to each other in the moment, but this felt different.
little did you know, joel felt dizzy. having your hands wrapped around his? he felt like he was dreaming. his eyes kept finding your lips, which was engulfed in a smile at him each time. joel could hardly keep his rhythm, too infatuated with you.
song after song played, before finally settling on a slow one.
“may i?” joel’s hands softly found their way to your waist, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.
you gave him a soft nod as your hands found their way to his neck.
a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. moments passed before the melody of joel’s sweet compliments fell upon your ears. “you look so beautiful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to gently sway your bodies back and forth.
your cheeks reddened, his voice echoing in your head just as the feeling of his hands that rested near your belt loops started to sink in. “i was- i was just thinking the same about you.” your voice came out softer than you intended, as your fingers gently started playing with the ends of his hair, attempting to test the waters. the boundaries of this dance- of whatever this was- were unclear. sure, kevin had told you joel had liked you. sure, this seemed pretty romantic with the whole slow dancing and being called babe. however, everything was still unsaid which increased your anxiousness of the whole situation.
noticing your apprehension, joel sent you a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting you know it was okay.
in comfortable silence, you both danced together. it felt nice to just be with joel. having the same friends as well as being friends, everything felt chaotic. but here and now? though the music was loud, being connected with simple touches was exhilarating in the calmest way.
“hey,” joel mumbled after the song ended, “it’s getting late. do you need a ride home?” his fingers gently slipped under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles in your sides, still swaying.
“no, no. i’m okay. kev was my-“ you cut yourself off, your face scrunching in confusion as the realization hit you, “what the hell happened to our friends?”
he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “no clue- kinda glad they disappeared though- nice to be with just you, y/n/n.”
you felt your face heating up as you hid in his shoulder, “shut up, farabee.”
a laugh echoed through his lips, his chest vibrating with the sound, “sorry, y/n.”
the comfort yet excitement you found in the moment made you dizzy. the buzz of the alcohol faded, but the buzz of joel was building. HIS hands on your sides; HIS chest against your face. you were on fire. your skin felt hot as you slowly looked up at him, his hand finding your face.
time felt slow as you watched his eyes glance at your lips as you glanced at his until you found his eyes again.
joel’s pupils were blown and only focused on you.
“can… can i kiss you?” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.
you nodded, a gentle smile taking over as he finally pressed his lips against yours.
the feeling of joel’s lips on yours was electrifying. it felt like fireworks were exploding in every nerve of your body. if this were the princess diaries or some older film, you’d have the foot pop. you never wanted it to end.
——
you and joel kissed for a long time, his gentle lip bites and face holding drove you crazy in the best way. fireworks still gently exploded throughout your veins, and the feeling of his face against your palms made you feel dizzy.
when he did finally pull away, cheers and whoops exploded from the booth behind you, causing you to whip around to find the culprits. meanwhile, joel’s arm found its way protectively around your waist- pulling you closer.
kevin, oskar, travis, and isaac had begun to all high-five each other.
“fucking finally, dude!” a huge grin covered kevin’s face as he barreled over, crushing you both into a hug. “i’m so glad this is finally out in the open. you guys are fuckin’ perfect for each other!”
“i had to get the right moment!” joel replied, “this is the one that matters, kev! i couldn’t just wing this shit.”
a huge smile covered your face as the words left his mouth. “one that matters, huh?”
realizing what he said, joel’s eyes met the tiled floor as he blushed with a soft smile, “well… yeah. it’s you.”
although the club was loud, a comfortable silence fell over the six of you. though neither you or joel knew it, the peace that your friends felt for you was immediate. they knew how much you liked each other from the beginning. it was the small things. it was oskar that first started noticing the small stares joel would give you from across the room. it was isaac that noticed how different joel would act when you were around- even before you met- back when you were just kevin’s friend. it was travis that noticed how your eyes seemed to gloss over when you and joel were properly introduced to each other. finally, though, it was kevin who pieced together that the person joel was whining and going on about was you- his best friend.
“joel, next time, maybe try not to wait six months to ask them out.” travis chirped, earning a glare from the man in question.
you blushed, kissing his shoulder, “six months?” you teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
pretending not to hear you, joel sent you a sheepish smile, “so… do you still want me to drive you home?” his arm still wrapped around your waist.
you chuckled, noticing his change in demeanor, “i do, is that okay?”
“yeah, y/n/n! cmon. i’ll drive you home, yeah?” joel’s lips found the crown of your head, sending the boys a wave, ignoring the teases they sent your way.
as you both started to make your way out, your eyes found kevin’s as he gave you a thumbs up. you mouthed thank you, watching as he shook his head with a smile.
turning back as joel opened the door for you, your hand found his. “i had a great time tonight.”
his calloused fingers, though rough, felt soothing against the top of your knuckles as you both walked. “me too. i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted, “i just never thought in a million years that you’d like me back.”
screeching to a halt, your head whipped around to face him bewildered. “what? you- joel? are you serious?”
he chuckled at your reaction, gently pulling you to walk again, but stopping when he realized you were serious. “well… yeah. most people only like me for my money. you aren’t like that. you’re going to college- you could have anyone you want. i’m just a hockey player. i never finished school. sure, i have a career that i’m somewhat successful in, but i mean- i don’t have a degree. this ends in what? twenty years? that’s not stability. don’t get me wrong, i love the game. i wouldn’t change my life for anything- this is a dream and i’m so grateful for all the opportunities i have. but for you? you deserve someone with an education- someone who can provide for you and be home for you all the time. you and kevin are close, you know what it’s like. i just… i never thought that you would downgrade your options for someone like me.”
you felt yourself start to spiral. the facts that joel firstly, liked you first, and secondly, didn’t think he was good enough for you hit you like a truck. the same man that you had been crushing on for months and sneaking glances at from afar thought he wasn’t good enough for YOU.
“joel- what? how could-“ you were sputtering, struggling to find the right words to say. “how could you even think that? i’m not trying to be invalidating, but you’re… you. you’re becoming one of the best hockey players in the league. you were drafted at eighteen. g said you were going to beat all of his records- not just anyone, but claude giroux said that to you. you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. you’re constantly putting your all into the game and life. joel, no offense, you could be working at wawa and I wouldn't give a shit. i like you because you’re you- not because of your career or how much money you make. you’re an incredible human being, joel farabee. i never want to hear you say any different.” you finished, slightly out of breath.
joel just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.
“alright. now that that’s taken care of, c'mon. i’m tired.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his car that sat a few feet away.
wordlessly, he opened the car door for you as he unlocked it, still in a daze. you watched as he got into the driver’s seat before he turned to you.
“that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. thank you for believing in me.” joel sent you a toothless smile, before starting the car.
the ride to your apartment was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio and the beating of your heart as his hand found yours.
as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car wordlessly before jogging over to open your door for you.
“what a gentleman.” you giggled, as you took his hand.
“only for the best.” joel smiled as he shut the car door behind you.
hand in hand, you both started the walk to the elevator. of course, joel held open every door for you- excluding the elevator button as he remembered how kevin said you loved to do so. the elevator ride was also silent, the two of you simply buzzing from the effects of each other.
as the elevator reached your floor, your smile fell a little, knowing that your time with joel was almost to an end. before you knew it, you were face to face with your door.
“so… i had a great time tonight,” you said, breaking the silence, and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.
“me too.” he grinned at you as you pressed another kiss to his nose. “maybe we could… do it again, sometime? just us?”
you exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “yeah… i’d love that. i’d really love that.”
“great. tomorrow at seven?”
“that’s perfect.”
joel couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. his right hand gently raised to your face, holding it gingerly as he gently leaned in.
your heart was racing, even if you both had just made out an hour prior. just like before, fireworks were exploding in every nerve in your body as his lips touched yours. you felt like you were floating.
the kiss seemed to be too short as he softly pulled away, “i’ll see you at seven. goodnight, baby.” giving your hand a squeeze, he waved as you went inside your apartment.
you slid against the door, a blush covering your cheeks. you couldn’t believe that joel had just kissed you. you felt so giddy.
you fished your phone out of your pocket and immediately sent a text to kevin.
to kevin mccallister 🏒: i owe you one. thank you so much<3 guess who has a date tomorrow @ 7 !! spoiler- me 😌
as if on cue, your phone dinged. confused as kevin never replies that fast, you looked at your phone again, immediately breaking out in a smile.
from joel 🥰: you’re an absolute dream. just left and i can’t get enough of you. can’t wait to see you tomorrow💞
#joel farabee#joel farabee imagine#joel farabee blurb#joel farabee x reader#philadelphia flyers#nhl imagine#hockey imagine#hockey boy imagine#hockey boy x reader#flyers#flyers x reader#flyers imagine#my writing#oli writes#kevin hayes#kevin hayes imagine
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im posting my first fic today around noon eastern time so if you want to be tagged in it like, repost, or comment on this post!!
(this is also if you want to be tagged in my other fic posts)
tagging some friends: @1-800-iluvhockey @brenbrisson @bbrissonn @owenpwr @owenpowpow @hockey-lover-22
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Erik = Under appreciated there are no firs under his tag but like imagine him calling you right after they won 😭🤚🏻 cuz we know how sweet he is like how eager he was to shake the other teams hand so cute 
he truly is-- also, @1-800-iluvhockey has 2 fics about him :)
you'd be the first person he calls after his family, he'd have like the biggest smile on his face and he'd just be so excited. you'd talked for a couple of minutes before he has to go, and when they got on the plane, he spend the whole time texting you and sending you snaps with the guys.
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it’s the way i told @1-800-iluvhockey that i have a dad!quinn fic that i’d post LAST WEEK but it’s still not done.
instead i posted two nolan au fics and a nico fic 😁
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The lake house fic was so good!! I loved the love triangle with Briss and Luke and then Bords🤭 probably my new favourite fic❤️❤️
i’ve got @1-800-iluvhockey to thank for the idea of bringing bordy in😌
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@1-800-iluvhockey IS A ANGEL
ily 4ever <3
OMG THANK YOU
(when all of y’all are loving this part 2 to the brendan fic, you can thank @1-800-iluvhockey)
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Even If We’re Just Dancing in the Dark (RPF)
Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn’t even in the same country as the truth. I don’t own anybody, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters’ sexual identities. All knowledge of these people are from public information. All thoughts are my own. These are FICTIONAL characters, based loosely on the public persona of real people; this is not a story about the REAL people.
If you are, or know, someone in this fic, close that browser tab and turn around now. Please. Also, for the love of all that is holy, PLEASE don’t link this/share with the real people who are associated with this work of FICTION.
No beta here…all mistakes are mine.
Title from Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark”
This came about in late March/early April (?; I really can’t remember when...alll I remember is seeing a quote about “I don’t bite-unless you want me too”, and I was deep in the Bords feels, and then I stumbled on the Mock Rock video again. I was talking with @workingforitallthetime about it, and voila! Fic- credit to them for most of the list (other than Briss- I had always determined that was the endgame).
Wait a minute, I do remember now. It was after that one UMich video where they talked about their favorite moment the season, and Bords was in that vintage team USA jacket...I was thinking dancer!Bords AU. Aha, my brain hasn’t failed me after all. :) Anyway, alternatively was titled “Dancer AU” on my google doc. Have a 5+1 fic!
As always, fiction. Don’t like, don’t read. RPF under the cut. I was going to share it on Saturday, but decided to put it out tonight instead.
Tagging: @calermakar08 @brenbrissonsgf @thombordy @driverpicksthe-music @erikports @1-800-iluvhockey @hockey-lover86 @huggybearr @ethancale @blankyblanks @barzyismyhusband13 @bordestapa @cobrakaisb @njdhischier @ice-hockey-is-pretty-cool @hockeyboysarehot @workingforitallthetime
1. Owen
When Owen had come home early, he wasn’t expecting anyone to be home. He definitely wasn’t expecting Bords to be in the living room with a folding chair and Ginuewine’s “Pony” blasting from his phone’s speakers. Owen couldn’t figure out what was going on until Bords started walking around the chair, and oh.
Owen knew he’d been spotted when Bords said, “Oh, Owen, hey. You got a minute?”
“Sure.” Owen blushed at getting caught. “What do you need?”
“I’m supposed to do a lap dance for Mock Rock, and I’ve never done it before. Can I practice on you?” Bords batted his eyelashes in an attempt to break the awkwardness of the mood, but it just made Owen blush harder.
“Um, yeah, ok.” Owen stammered out.
“Sweet! Come sit down.” Bords said. Owen did, and Bords restarted the song. He started behind Owen’s chair and ran his hand over Owen’s chest.
Owen tried to think about the unsexiest things he could, but it wasn’t any use, especially when Bords sat down on Owen’s lap and laced his fingers behind Owen’s head. Owen knew he was probably beet red by now, and he was just hoping Bords wasn’t going to make this any more awkward than it was.
Bords wiggled his hips around a couple times, and when Owen let out a strangled gasp (and got even more red if possible), Bords grinned. “Ok, yeah. That’s good. Thanks Big Dog.” Bords grinned, getting up off of Owen.
“Yeah.” Owen started bolting for his room. He couldn’t let Bords see the situation he had.
“I’ll run interference. You’ve got 10 minutes!” Bords yelled. And well, Owen didn’t need to be told twice (and he really didn’t want to ever have to bring up this moment with Bords ever again).
2. Truss
Truss was there when Bords had suggested doing a dance at Mock Rock. He looked over at Bords. “What kind of dance were you thinking?
“I hadn’t thought about it yet.” Bords admitted.
“We could totally do the scene from Dirty Dancing. I’m no Swayze, but I could definitely lift you and spin you.”
“No.” Bords said, laughing. “Coach would kill me if you got injured.”
“Fair point.” Truss said.
“But, if you want, I’m willing to give it a try, just to prove that it won’t work.” Bords said. He found the song and then planned his run and jump.
Truss caught him and spun him around. Bords couldn’t help but laugh, and as Truss lowered him, Bords wrapped his legs around Truss’ waist and his hands around Truss’ neck. Truss pulled Bords in closer and that was when Bords figured it out.
“A lap dance.” Bords said. “It should be a lap dance.”
“I’m here if you need someone to practice on.” Truss said, putting Bords back down on the ground.
“I just may take you up on that.” Bords grinned.
3. Ports
They were out at a party when Bords sat down in Erik’s lap. “Ports! You were great out there tonight.”
“Thanks.” Erik said, wondering why Bords was sitting in his lap, leaning in close enough to Erik that Erik could smell the crappy beer that Bords had been drinking all night long.
“Seriously,” Bords said, wiggling around a little in Erik’s lap. “You kept us alive in that game tonight, and really all season. I think you need to relax a little.”
“Bords? What are you talking about?” Erik asked. Bords didn’t answer; he just pulled Erik up off the couch and down the hall to one of the empty rooms. After making sure the door was locked, Bords pushed at Erik until Erik fell back on the bed. Bords pushed at a couple buttons on his phone, and then he was straddling Erik on the bed again.
“Let me say thank you.” Bords said, twisting his hips around, making Erik’s hands fly up to Bords’ waist.
“Ok.”
And if Erik played even better the next week and sought Bords out at the party, well, that was just between them.
4. Blanks
Blanks had come home at the wrong time; he hadn’t needed to see Bords trying to grind against the couch arm.
“Um, Bords?” Blanks asked. “What are you doing?”
Bords blushed bright red at being caught. “Er, I was trying something out for my dance for Mock Rock.”
“You need someone to try it on?” Blanks asked, sitting down on the couch. “I’m down.”
“Blanks. I can’t…” Bords trailed off. “You’re my captain, you don’t…”
“Come on, I don’t bite,” Blanks said. Bords swung his legs across Blanks’ lap and straddled him. Blanks leaned in and whispered in Bords’ ear, “That is, unless you want me to.” Blanks grinned as Bords gasped a little. “Show me what you got.”
This was probably the best lap dance Bords had done; the couch had given it a slightly different angle, but Blanks had been in tune with each move Bords was making, and even seemed to anticipate some; Bords had leaned his head back at one point and Blanks had lightly nipped at Bords’ neck, drawing out a sound Bords had never heard himself make before. When Blanks had taken Bords’ hand and led him to Blanks’ room to continue it, Bords didn’t even think twice.
“You keep saying it’s Mock Rock, but I think I know what it is,” Blanks said, running his hand through Bords’ sweaty hair. “You want to make a good impression on Briss, don’t you?”
“What? How?” Bords didn’t deny it, but he didn’t confirm it either. He thought he was hiding it well.
“That’s why I’m the captain.” Nick grinned. “You two stare at each other all the time, and I know you-Briss is the one whose opinion matters the most. I’m giving you the blessing-as long as it doesn’t mess with the team.”
“Thanks.” Bords said; there was no use denying it. Blanks could keep a secret too, so Bords wasn’t worried about Briss finding out. “What rating would you give me?”
��9 out of 10. Would definitely recommend.” Blanks said, grinning. “If things don’t work out with Briss, you know where to find me.”
“Right.” Bords said, cheeks red again. “Thanks Blanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
5. Matty
Not that Matty minded living with Bords, quite the opposite really, but right now, if Matty heard “Cookie” by R. Kelly one more time, he was going to break Bords’ neck. (Especially when it didn’t help that Matty knew the scene from Magic Mike XXL that the song was from- his girlfriend at the time had made him go watch it with her.)
Matty waited until the song was over and then went and knocked on Bords’ bedroom door. When he got the all clear to enter, Matty came in to find Bords on the bed, laptop on the pillow.
“S’up Matty?” Bords asked.
“Can you at least wear headphones if you’re going to listen to that? I swear, if I hear that song one more time…” Matty trailed off as Bords got up off the bed and came closer to him. “Bords? What’s going on?”
“You think I could do it?” Bords asked, breath tickling Matty’s ear.
“Do what?” Matty asked, trying to will himself to stay cool in the situation.
“Break your back, crack it open like a lobster.” Bords said, quoting the song. Matty felt his heart rate picking up a little.
“I don’t know. What, you wanna try it? I’m sure coach would love it if I got injured.” Matty deadpanned, trying to regain the grip he was quickly losing on the situation.
“Do you want me to try it?” Bords asked, and there went the last strands of self-control Matty had.
“Yes.” Matty said; he knew he’d never get another chance at this (and he knew how Bords felt about Briss; there were a couple of after party confessions from each boy that Matty wished he had never heard), so if Bords was offering, Matty was going to take full advantage of it.
Bords grinned like the cat that ate the canary. “Alright then. Take a seat in that chair over there.”
Matty did as he was told, and when he heard the bars of “Cookie” start, he couldn’t help the small grin that came over his face. That grin quickly was wiped off his face as Bords sat in Matty’s lap and started moving his hips. (And how long had Bords been watching the video? He had the moves down. Matty wasn’t going to think about that right now.). Then Bords had tipped the chair back carefully, and Matty had ended up on his back on the floor; Bords had moved the chair out of the way and had flipped Matty over (so he was on his stomach) and sat down on Matty’s back.
Then came the part about breaking the back and cracking it open like a lobster; Bords pulled Matty up by his hair. Matty let out a groan that Truss surely would’ve heard (had he been home; thankfully he was gone right now) and said, “Fine. You win.”
“Told you I could do it.” Bords grinned, getting up and off of Matty. “Um, you want some help there?” Bords asked, pointing out the obvious erection Matty had going on.
“Um, yes. You started it, you finish it.” Matty said.
“I can do that.”
“No more of that song please?” Matty asked after they’d cleaned up and were in the kitchen, Bords watching Matty make dinner.
“I’ll do my best.” Bords said. “Or I’ll wear headphones.”
“Deal.”
+1. Briss
It had come to this. Bords had done Mock Rock (and got some glowing reviews on his dancing skills), and he’d been practicing with a couple teammates too, but now it was time to do it for Brendan.
Bords threw back another shot; he was going to need some liquid courage to start this (and definitely if Briss rejected him-Nick was on standby in case things went horribly wrong).
“Briss!” Bords said, coming to sit down in Briss’ lap. “How you doing?”
“Good.” Briss’ hand went to stabilize Bords in his lap immediately, which was a good sign. Bords just sat there for a minute before experimentally moving his hips a little. Briss stiffened slightly, but relaxed, so Bords waited another couple minutes before trying again. This time, Briss stopped Bords’ hips and looked over at Bords.
“What are you doing?” It wasn’t Briss’ “mad” voice; it was his “curious” voice, and Bords looked right at Briss.
“Can we take this somewhere more private?” Bords asked.
“That might not be a bad idea.” Briss agreed. “Come on, my room is just down the hall. We can talk in there.”
Once Briss had closed and locked his door, he looked at Bords. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were practically grinding on me on the couch!” Briss was slightly exasperated.
“Maybe I wanted to see how you’d react.” Bords said. “I got my answer. I’ll go now.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.” Briss’ voice was soft. “It was just a little too public for me.”
Bords’ brain went offline for a second as he processed the statement. “Briss?” his voice was barely above a whisper. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t want everyone to see it.” Briss said. “I am on board with it. Like, you don’t know how many times I watched that Mock Rock video.” Briss’ cheeks flamed red. “I wondered what it would be like. I just didn’t know how to ask.”
For the second time in minutes, Bords’ brain short circuited. “It was always you.” he said, before his brain caught up with his mouth. “I wanted it to be you.”
They shared a laugh, and then Briss looked at Bords. “You’ve got me all alone in my locked bedroom, on my bed. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” And well, Bords didn’t need to be told twice.
#here-for-Bords RPF#here-for-Bords writes#hockey rpf#5+1 fic#that Mock Rock video is the gift that keeps on giving apparently#and that UMich video too#thanks workingforitallthetime for listening to my ramblings :)#Alcohol was definitely consumed during the writing of this fic LOL#my Bords is a dancer AU#so not even the truth#false false false#complete and total FICTION#throwing this into the void
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