âChildren have treated toys better than youâve treated me.â
As much as I love Scarlett (Iâm an avid Tella hater im sorry), Evangeline is absolutely my favorite MC that Stephanie has written so far.
Here you have a deeply lonely character who hasnât even turned 18 yet. All Evangeline wants is love â she gives so much of it (again and again) and itâs all she wants back. She forgives Marisol, befriends Luc again, and gives Jacks and the other Fates second and third and fourth chances. Thatâs why it hurts so badly when she gets so little of it. Everyone in the book uses her. Tiberius (to frame her for murder), Marisol, her Stepmother, Chaos, LaLa, and even Jacks. She stayed the entire night hugging (kind of) almost-vampire Jacks in the crypt just for him to abandon her when it was her under the venom đ. In Jacksâs own words, sheâs âthe unluckiest person heâs ever met.â Our poor girl cannot catch a break: everyone in the books manipulate her for their own gain while she gets absolutely nothing in return, despite getting things done for the people around her. She found the stones, she unlocked the arch, and what did she get as a thank you? Dying in the arms of her almost-lover, before being turned away cruelly by said almost-lover and losing her memories. Jeez.
But thatâs why itâs so inspiring seeing her get back up again and again. Evangeline would kill them with kindness if she wasnât nice enough to try and save each and every one of them. She hugs and forgives LaLa after she placed a curse on her. She tries to talk Petra out of killing her (we all know how that went, yikes). She chooses Jacks again and again, because thatâs what love is. Itâs everything she stands for: fighting for the people you love and never abandoning them.
Idk, maybe itâs just me, but I really would love to see more of the characters appreciating her, this girl and her blind faith in everything that moves, whoâs stubborn and fearless and determined to help others instead of herself. So excited for acftl <3
summary: Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.
warnings: joel is bi in this, sex toys, paddles, nipple clamps, pillow humping, self-spanking, female/male masturbation, piv, dirty talking, possesive!joel, cum eating, oral (female receiving), size kink
additional warning: alright so there is a short moment in this where reader smacks herself with a paddle that has a heart-shaped hole and gets a heart mark on her skin, I don't use any descriptions (like calling it red or pink etc) but I'm also not oblivious enough to think everyone would get a mark when getting spanked so I wanted to let you know in case that would put you off and wouldn't want to read and that's completely fine!
a/n: this definitely ended up being longer then it needed it to be bfgbfg I want to take the anon who requested this, and the rest of you who chimed in and voted on the polls. I hope you all enjoy đ oh, also a special thanks to @missredherring who gave the idea of a more in-depth reason as to why Joel likes honeysuckle flowers đ
edit!!! this has more than one part now! click here for the masterlist
Joel was lonely.Â
He hadnât really thought about it until Sarah went off to college.Â
Since the day she was born, he had one thing and one thing on his mind onlyâto give his little girl everything that he could and make her happy. The rest didnât concern him. He didnât really care about dating, he didnât have the time to think about how lonely he was. He had been on a couple of dates, all of which were initiated by Sarah as she entered her teenage years, pleading with him to go out and have a life.
But now that she was gone, studying what she always wanted to study and being happy, the emptiness began to spread like a nasty infection. Every creak and groan of the house sounded like mockery to him. He started keeping the TV open all night, most of the time falling asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night startled by sudden shouts from a randomly playing film or show. He hated it. This wasnât how Joel imagined his golden years to be like.Â
Maybe thatâs why he decided to use the damn website. Ravish. Heâd heard it from Tommy first âwhich was an uncomfortable conversation as one could imagineâ and after that, he kept on hearing the name.Â
RavishÂ
RavishÂ
RavishÂ
It was like a shitty pop song, stuck between his teeth like toffee, impossible to get rid of. The name made a home in his brain, making its presence known whenever he was doing anything, no matter how mundane the task was.Â
Ultimately, he gave in. What was the worst that could happen?Â
Joel groans. He stares at the screen with his brows drawn tightly together, the text cursor blinking as it waits for him to type out a username. Itâs been almost ten minutes. A brief thought of asking Tommy passes through his mind but he quickly pushes the thought away and leans over the keyboard.Â
JMiller. That should be alright. He doesnât need anything fancy, and J can be any name. It can be Jack, Jacob, Jonathan, John, Jeremy. There are a bunch. Besides, Miller is a pretty common last name, so if someone asks if he's JMiller, he can just deny it. Not that anyone would. Everyone would be too busy jerking off to pretty people. The last thought anyone would have would be of him.Â
He quickly decides on his password and heâs immediately overwhelmed. There are too many things happening at once. His eyes widen, heart beating a bit too fast as he moves his mouse around. In the corner, thereâs a little pop-up begging for his attention, and on the screen, there are multiple thumbnails of women and men. When he drags his mouse over a thumbnail it starts moving and he jumps.Â
âHoly hell,â he mutters. âIâm in way over my head.âÂ
Joel gets up to pour himself a glass of whiskey. After that, he sits on the couch again and takes three deep breaths. The ice clicks together as he takes a swig, the amber liquid pleasantly burning as it goes down his throat. He looks around some more, looking for the profiles that pique his interest the most.Â
While he scrolls, he sees one of a man with the username NicolasCageFreak, which he finds odd, but the man is pleasing to the eye with soft brown curls and natural honey highlights in between. The man has a small bullet vibrator pressed against his hard length, a cock ring at the base of it. Joel presses like and saves it for later.Â
Joel has to remind himself a couple of times that the people who stream canât actually see him. The more he scrolls the more relaxed he feels. Thereâs a woman with pretty green eyes he saves for later and another man with the username CammingBravo. He has his face hidden, Joel can see the red ribbon circling the back of his head as he bends over, granting the viewers a delicious sight of his ass that has a shiny buttplug.Â
Liked! Added to your queue for later.
Until now Joel was fairly certain he was straight, sometimes heâd get the occasional same-sex dream but he figured everyone did at some point in their lives. Heâs not so sure anymore.Â
Some more scrolling and Joel starts getting restless. His cock strains against his sweatpants, aching for his rough touch. He takes a deep breath. The next live stream he sees that he likes heâll click and that will be that. Heâs starting to get worked up and, unlike NicolasCageFreak, heâs not a fan of edging himself.Â
Then he sees her. A woman wearing a delicate chain vest with rhinestones that sparkle whenever she moves. His eyes flit to the username; Honeysuckle. He loves that flower, he has many memories of picking them with Tommy and sucking the sweet nectar hidden inside. He wonders if she tastes just as sweet.Â
Not one to break a promise to himself, Joel clicks on the thumbnail. His eyes are instantly drawn to the live chat. There are so many people asking her to do something all at onceâJesus Christ. There are also a couple of them just chatting as if they were friends with her. He sees that everyone calls her Honey, which is fitting and a bit on the nose, he thinks.Â
Noticing that he has the stream muted, Joel unmutes it, a pleasant tingle running down his spine as soon as her voice comes through the speakers of his laptop.Â
âWow, Eric47 Iâm so happy you got that promotion!âÂ
âDonât worry everyone, Iâve been thinking naughty thoughts all day and Iâm ready to put on a show.âÂ
âPatience everyone.âÂ
âThank you for buying a private chat, SarahBelieves! I canât wait to be your good girl. . .âÂ
Joel is too focused on her tone, the smooth lilt of her voice, to hear the words sheâs saying. The only thing his ears pick up on is the words private and chat. He wasnât aware you could buy some extra time with the streamers. He loves thatâ
He shakes his head. Loves? Is he already planning on paying? At the thought, his cock twitches with interest, his reserve quickly crumbling to the floor.Â
Joel decides to focus on the stream first. He can decide later on if he wants a private session or not. He cups himself through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, groaning as a spike of relief shoots through him. His eyes are glued to the screen. Honeyâs hard nipples poke through the chains, her hands delicately kneading the tender mounds as she rises slightly by lifting herself onto her knees. Sheâs on a bed, wearing black panties and a matching garter. Joelâs mouth waters. The things he would do to her. . .Â
His tongue pokes from between his lips, soft tendon moving with muscle memory as he thinks of eating her sweet cunt out.Â
âToday my sweet bees,â she addresses them. âI was thinking of fucking myself with the biggest dildo Iâve got, how does that sound?âÂ
Joelâs eyes drift to the chat. Everyone seems to be cheering and asking her to show them how much she can take. Thereâs also a bunch of them calling her their favorite size queen. She chuckles.Â
âI love all dicks, in any shape or form,â she purrs. âIâm just in the mood for a bit of pain.âÂ
Pain. That captures Joelâs attention. It makes him curious about all the other things she might be into. Perhaps she enjoys getting spanked, or she would enjoy the feeling of someone dragging their nails down her pretty back. He wants to know. He wants his imaginary scenarios to be as accurate as possible.Â
Heâs about to pull out his cock when he hears her voice again.Â
âI do have one question though,â she says innocently. âShould I keep these pretty black panties on or off?â she grins into the camera, her eyes shining with mirth. âLetâs see those answers, my bees.âÂ
What do you want? Joel wants to ask. But this isnât that kind of scenario so he thinks. The answers come flying in, thereâs a fifty-fifty ratio. Joelâs mind blanks for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching. He wants her to keep them on. He likes the idea of her sliding them to the side and fucking herself deep, it feels more animalistic, more raw. He enjoys the idea of claiming someone, a curiosity he hasnât yet fully explored yet.Â
He types exactly that. His wording and grammar a bit too neat compared to the rest, but he gives Honey his answer. He wants her to keep it on. Maybe play with herself some more until the fabric is basically see-through, then she can fuck herself with the biggest cock sheâs got.Â
Joel watches intently as her eyes go over the live chat, there are so many answers coming in, he doubts sheâll see his comment. Still, he likes to believe sheâll see it.Â
Honeyâs eyes still briefly, hunger swirling in them as a canine sinks into her bottom lip. Her smile is bashful and shy, much different than the character sheâs playing. Her eyes move back to the camera. Joel watches her breasts as her chest heaves, nipples grazing against the cool metal.Â
âWell, well, JMiller. . . you certainly have a mouth on you,â she tuts and Joelâs eyes go wide. The satisfaction he feels leads to goosebumps coursing over his burning skin, being noticed. . . itâs surprisingly thrilling. âAre you new? I havenât seen your handle before.âÂ
Joel swallows, his hands shaking as he types in a quick âyeaâ, Honey smiles, âWelcome to the hive then, baby. Keep the comments up,â she sighs, cupping both her tits. âI love a man who knows how to dirty talk.âÂ
A knot forms in his throat, his skin tight. He wasnât expecting to be this affected. Now he understands why so many people enjoy live streams. They donât see you, not actually, but still, it almost fills the void. Almost. Heâs excited now, eager to type in more of his thoughts, eager to hear her answer him. Joel pulls out his cock, the waistband of his sweats hugging his thighs. He gives himself a firm tug, his spine straightening at the burn gathering in his lower stomach. It feels fucking good.Â
âSince itâs Jâs first time, and because he got me all hot and bothered, why not leave the panties on for this time?â Honey says. Joel observes the chat, there are a lot of congratulatory messages addressed to him, welcoming him. He doesnât care. âYou want to see these panties soaked, huh? You guys know how much I love making a mess.âÂ
Honey shimmies back, revealing more of her bare legs. She spreads them for the camera, the soft sound of delicate metal filling the air whenever she moves. Her fingers start to move lazily over her clothed clit, her head falls. Joel can see a subtle dark patch growing, his own hand starting to move slowly up and down his throbbing cock. A drop of precum dribbles down, easing the glide of his rough palm. She doesnât look at the chat as frequently as she did before, too focused on her pleasure. Her glossy lips part and her eyes scrunch up. Her moans are loud and breathy, signs that she lives alone.Â
Joel doesnât think as he fists himself. Normally when watching porn he would think; he would think of a scenario, or what he would be doing differently, or the things he would want to do. This is different. Heâs just watching, inhaling whatâs being given to him. He sucks a sharp breath, his hand moving faster, the side of his fist smacking against his pelvis, dark curls damp under his palm.Â
âFuck,â Honey moans, eyes peering toward the screen. Her fingers move faster, her hips grinding to meet the graze of her palm. Joel groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. âI think Iâm going to come,â he breathes out. âShould I?âÂ
Joel doesnât bother with typing until he hears his alias.Â
âJMiller, since youâre new the decision is yours. Should I? P-Please answer,â she sounds desperate, her hips rutting the air as she presses her fingers hard against her clit. âO-Or do you want me to come on your cock?âÂ
Joelâs hips stutter, filling the tightness of his fist, âFuckinâ hell.âÂ
With sticky fingers he types his answer, telling her that she should come with his cock deep inside her. Joel also adds that he wants to hear her, telling her to be loud.Â
âO-Okay,â she whines, almost tearful as she reaches to grab her dildo off-screen. Joel canât help the grin that makes its way across his face. He types again, telling her not to cry and that sheâll be coming soon enough. When he presses enter, he notices that his name is highlighted in dark orange. âYouâre kind of an asshole,â she answers playfully. âI like that.âÂ
You're the buzzing heartbeat of Honeysuckleâs live stream! You are picked by the streamer as the treasured Drone Bee, your unwavering loyalty and vibrant energy create an electrifying atmosphere. Your presence is a key ingredient in making the honey even sweeter!Â
A growl echoes in his throat when Honey shows the camera the dildo she had picked out. She wasnât kidding when she said it was her biggest. Itâs bigger than his own dick, and Joel is by no means a small man. He squeezes his cock and looks down, with a sudden need growing in his chest, he purses his lips and lets a long trail of saliva drip between his lips. He shudders when it reaches the head of his cock. He swipes his palm over it and continues to stroke himself, he wants to come.Â
He wants them to come at the same time.Â
Honey pushes the dildo in slowly, giving her viewers a clear sight of whatâs happening. The toy stretches her wide, the ache of it pulling a gasp from her pretty lips. Joel breathes heavily, his nostrils flaring as his hand speeds up.Â
Oh, how he would love to be the one fucking slowly into her, to hear those little gasps coming from her in person rather than his shitty speakers. He holds his breath. Itâs buried fully inside of her now. She slowly looks down, her eyes looking directly into the camera.Â
âI hope the view down there is good,â she says with a smirk. Joel doesnât type anything. He focuses on the way his cock drools for her, aches to be buried in her cunt. Honey pulls out the toy until itâs only the tip thatâs inside and then shoves it all in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her voice unfiltered. Joelâs stomach jumps at the sound, his pupils dilating like a wolf seeing its prey for the first time.Â
She fucks herself hard, whimpering and crying out every time she fuck herself deep. Joel sees the way the plastic surface shines with her slick, he bets she tastes fucking sweet.Â
He knows sheâs close when her thighs begin to shakeâhe also knows thanks to the live chat going completely berserk, cheering her on and telling her to squirt. Joel, despite her own release close enough that he can taste it, rolls his eyes.Â
âThis one is for you JMiller,â she whimpers and Joelâs eyes go wide, his cock pulsing in his wet fist. âHope youâre gonna fall down the edge with me, big guy.â Â
Joel doesnât realize heâs holding his breath until sheâs comingâshe does so with a loud moan, her cunt fluttering around the large cock. Her head falls back completely, giving a clear view of her heaving chest, nipples fully erect under the see-through armor.Â
His fall from grace is less pretty. He lets out a grunt, his hips fucking into his hand helplessly as come spurts from the slit, itâs almost painful. His heart beats aggressively while he tries hard to keep his focus on the screen, he doesnât want to miss anything. Joel makes a mess of himself and his surroundings, the rug underneath his socked feet stained with his release.Â
 Joelâs cock stops throbbing and with a pleased sigh, his shoulders drop.Â
âThat felt fuckinâ goood,â he groans, staring blankly at the ongoing live stream. Vaguely he notices Honey pulling the toy out, an equally fucked out expression on her face. The live chat is still going wild, he manages to lean over and type in one last sentence before going offline.Â
Good girl.Â
Joel is a weak weak man.Â
Watching Honey quickly became a routine for him. She would start streaming around the same time he would come back from work and it was the perfect way to let off some steam. Tommy had asked if he checked out Ravish, to which Joel promptly said no. He didnât need his baby brother making fun of him.Â
Besides, some primal part of him didnât want Tommy to know about Honey. Itâs an odd thought, he realizes, since sheâs enjoyed by many many people. Still, he didnât have an explanation for what he was feeling.Â
Once she had brought in a guest, and his body had immediately rejected it. He was ready to close the stream and head to the bathroom for a quick showerâhowever, he stopped when he noticed who the guest was; CammingBravo. Another streamer who had caught Joelâs attention when he was scrolling through the endless amount of entertainers for the first time. He watched Honey eat out his tight little asshole, then he watched Bravo fuck her senseless, making her soak the sheets.Â
Joel never came that hard in his life beforeâ It was exhilarating. He tipped handsomely that night and Honey mentioned how JMiller was one of her best viewers. Bravoâs smile, which was surprisingly kind, was infectious.Â
He would be lying if he said his chest didnât puff up a little.Â
And, of course, he ended up buying a private chat with her after that. He just had to. It would just be this one time, he told himself, just one hour without the live chat. Just him and her.Â
He turns on the laptop, already knowing that heâs kidding himself. Thereâs no way this will be a one-time thing. Heâs too. . . smitten to leave it with one private chat.Â
Maybe he can limit himself to once a month. That seems reasonable.Â
The familiar website of Ravish loads and he clicks on the little gray person in the corner. He finds the section thatâs titled âprivate chatsâ and clicks. Her username, Honeysuckle, pops up. On the screen, it says sheâll be with him shortly.Â
A minute later the screen goes black and her face comes into view. Sheâs wearing a pink see-through bra with strawberries on it, Honeyâs smile is bright as she looks into the camera. Â
âHi there J!â she greets him, his stomach warms at the sound of her voice. âThis is your first time doing a live chat right?âÂ
He nods absent-mindedly while typing. Honey reads his answer and gives him an empathetic look.Â
âOkay, so you donât have to show your faceâobviouslyâbut if you want you can click the tiny microphone in the corner and talk to me directly. But if thatâs also too much you can continue to type what you want me to do.âÂ
Joelâs eyebrows raise. Talk to her. . . with his actual voice? The thought both excites and sends cold fear down his spine. What would he even say? What if she doesnât like the sound of his voice?Â
âAre you there?â her voice comes through. âIs everything alright?âÂ
His fingers tense and rigid, Joel types in the questions that swirl in his head. Luckily the questions sound cheeky without any tone indicators so Honey smiles, her eyes narrowing while her lips curl seductively.Â
âYou can say anything you want, big boy,â she licks her lips. âAnd donât worry about your voice, Iâm yours for the hour. You might as well have the most shrill voice in the world, I would still tell you how sexy you sound.âÂ
You always call me that. Why?Â
. . .Â
Also, it doesnât make me feel any better when you say youâll tell me how good I sound regardless but I get what you mean.Â
Joel aggressively chews the smooth inside of his cheek. Honey reads his messages, a grin stretching across her beautiful face, âLetâs just say streamerâs intuition,â she winks. âAs for the other thing, I mean that you donât need to worry. I doubt you have the most shrill voice in the world.â she thinks over her words before adding. âOf course, itâs up to you. If you donât want to use voice chat thatâs completely fine.âÂ
 Joel sighs, his curser hovering over the tiny microphone. Closing his eyes, he clicks.Â
âCanâCan you hear me?âÂ
Her eyes sparkle.Â
âCrystal clear,â she answers with a wide smile. âYou sound hot.âÂ
She sounds genuinely impressed. Joel canât help but chuckle with the shake of his head. âDonât sound so surprised but thanks, I think?âÂ
âOh itâs definitely a compliment,â she says rolling her tongue. âIs there anything you want me to call you or should I just call you J?âÂ
Thereâs a brief moment where he thinks of just telling her his name but he bites his tongue at the very last moment. His heart does a little jump when he answers, âYou can call me. . . sir.âÂ
âUnderstood, sir,â she repeats, her voice dripping with lust. A shudder crawls up his spine and he has to brace himself by holding his knees. âThere is also a matter of safewords, I donât do everything as Iâm sure you donât as well. Red is for stop, yellow is for slow down and green is for go. I think thatâs the simplest one but if you want to use a different word Iâm okay with that.âÂ
Joel blinks before answering, âUh, yeah sounds good.âÂ
âAlso the website doesnât allow screen recordingsâwhich I appreciateâ so you canât film these sessions in any way. Iâm just letting you know because no one reads the terms of service and one client was very unhappy when he got a cease and desist.â
âI. . . okay, I wouldnât even think of it.âÂ
She smiles and Joelâs heart feels a bit lighter, âGood,â with the rules established, a sense of relaxation washed over both of them. âSo, do you have anything planned for me?âÂ
Joel clears his throat as a warning and her eyes glimmer with amusement.Â
âSorry,â she breathes heavily. âDid you have anything planned for me, sir?âÂ
âWould you laugh if I said no?âÂ
âSir, I would never laugh at you,â she pouts, brows turning upward. Momentarily she looks off screen and when her eyes find the lens again she smiles giddily. âWould you want me to show you the toys I think youâll like?âÂ
Joel smiles at how genuinely excited she sounds, itâs hard to remind himself that this is all an act and that this is her job. He wants this to be real. He wants her to actually be excited to show him all the things she wants him to use.Â
âSure thing, sweetheart,â he answers not missing the way her lips part with a soft gasp. âShow me what you got.âÂ
Honey shows him a handful of her toys. She has a lot. Dildos of various sizes, vibrators, nipple clamps, kegel balls, anal plugs, anal beads, floggers, collars, paddles. . . she might as well have an entire sex shop in her room. Joel takes mental notes of all of them to use during their next sessions. Â
âAnything that you like, sir?âÂ
âThe paddle,â he murmurs, feeling a bit flustered now that theyâre actually getting into it. âThe one with the heart-shaped hole and. . . the nipple clampsââÂ
âThe heart-shaped ones?âÂ
Joel swallows thickly, âYâYeah.âÂ
âNo need to be shy, sir,â she grins. âItâs only you and me.â Honey picks out the toys Joel requested and raises an eyebrow while her gaze searches the pile. âSo, no dildos? Or vibrators?âÂ
âI . . . had somethinâ else in mind, if thatâs alright.âÂ
âOhhhh, a mystery,â she purrs, winking into the camera. âI love it, sir.âÂ
Honey is slow to rid herself of her bra, sliding one arm out and then the other before moving both hands to the back to unclasp herself free of the dainty fabric. Her chest nears the camera, giving him a full view of her fully erect nipples. Joelâs breathing grows heavier by the second. He can feel his cock stiffen, pleasure stirring in his gut. He quickly kicks off his shorts, leaving himself bare on the couch as he watches her secure the clamps over each nipple. She lets out a tiny sigh of bliss, pulling her arms back and planting her palms firmly against the mattress, she shows her newly decorated nipples.Â
Joel groans and wraps his hand around his cock. She does a little wiggle, the soft sound of bells making his cock twitch.Â
âAre you touching yourself, sir?âÂ
âYea.âÂ
âGood, I want to hear you get off,â she quickly adds. âSir.âÂ
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweet thing,â his eyes flutter closed as his fist moves down, and he opens them back up after giving himself a firm squeeze. âTurn around,â he grunts. âAnd donât forget the paddle.âÂ
She does as sheâs told, which in return gives Joel an immense sense of control and satisfaction. Precome drips down his length, he uses it to lube himself further, paying extra attention to be loud for her. Just like she wanted.Â
His eyes follow the movement of the paddle, she drags it over the right cheek of her ass, caressing her skin. Her panties disappear between the crease of her gorgeous ass, leaving little to the imagination. âIs this okay, sir?â she asks, her voice thick. âAm I being a good girl?âÂ
Goosebumps rise over his skin. Heâd called her, wrote to her, good girl after every streamâhis smirk is laced with something dark when he realizes that she mustâve enjoyed it.Â
âYouâre being very good,â he answers. âNow hit yourself with it, I want to see a heart tattooed on that pretty flesh of yours.âÂ
âSouthern man into branding, why am I not surprised?â she purrs and lifts her ass closer the camera. âYou like seeing your pretty girl all marked up by her owner?âÂ
Fuck.Â
âDonât get full of yourself,â he orders, adding a bit more venomous tone to his voice. Honey stills, and briefly Joel worries heâd overstep. He stops breathing, not wanting to miss even the smallest hint of the safeword.Â
But then she shudders, hitting herself lightly with the paddle. âHowâs this, sir?â she says, her lilt indicating that sheâs highly aware it isnât enough.Â
âHarder.âÂ
She spanks herself harder, her body jolting. Joel can hear the bells. He circles the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, groaning as he makes himself more comfortable on the couch.Â
âSweetheart, I donât think youâre listeninâ,â he inhales slowly, enjoying the way her muscles tense. âI want to see those hearts on your skin. I thought this was supposed to be a show.âÂ
âY-Yes, sir.âÂ
He loves how breathy her voice has gotten. Heat licks the base of his spine, his cock begging for release.Â
She raises the paddle, smacking her plump meat much harder than before. Her asscheek ripples and Joel can finally see a faint trace of a shape. But itâs not clear enough to be a decent heart. âAgain,â he orders.Â
It takes about six to nine times before the heart takes shape on her skin. Sheâs whimpering, tremors moving up and down her body as she fights the urge to collapse. She loves seeing his mark there, she mightâve placed herself, but it was his doing and he revels in it.Â
âGood,â he says, swallowing thickly. âGood fuckinâ girl. Lookinâ so pretty for me.âÂ
âS-Sir,â she mutters. Joel doesnât know what to expect until her hand comes between her legs, sliding the thin line of her panties to the side. Her cunt is a sopping mess. Joel leans further towards the screen, his tongue licking the roof of his mouth. âDo you see how wet I am? P-Please, I want to comeâCan I, sir?âÂ
âFuck, âcourse you can,â his neck feels warm, burning almost. âTurn around, grab one of them pillows behind you.âÂ
âP-Pillow?âÂ
She sounds dazed, Joel almost feels bad for her, almost. âYes sweetheart, pillow,â he coos. âI want you to grind that pretty cunt against it. . . honey.âÂ
âShit, say that again.âÂ
âHoney,â he groans again, his hips thrusting into the air, burying himself deep into his fist. His voice drops further as he begins to chant, âHoney, honey, honey, honeyââÂ
She visibly clenches at that, her entire body tight with arousal. With shaky hands, she brings the pillow between her thighs, straddling the soft cushion. Her head falls back as she gives it an experimental roll of her hips, Joelâs breath catches in his throat. She looks delectable. Her hands come up to her chest and tugs at the clamps, she jumps, a wanton moan echoing from the back of her throat.Â
âYouâre so worked up arenât you?â Joel continues as she grinds herself further down, leaving a wet, darkened patch behind. Heâs preaching to the choir. His own arousal drooling over his knuckles. He closes his eyes, allowing his mouth to roam free. âStuff three fingers in your mouth, want you to choke darlinâ.âÂ
With a whine, she nods and pushes three fingers between her lips. Joel smirks, âIt ainât nearly enough but at least you can get a feelinâ of how much my cock would stretch those pretty lips, honey,â he rasps. She shudders, her hips moving wildly over the pillow. âYou love havinâ your mouth full donât you?âÂ
âYesh, sur,â she moans around her own fingers, she move acutely, and with every jerk of her hips, Joel can see her throbbing clit. Heâs teetering on the edge of his release, heat pools between his legs, his balls go tight.Â
âIâm gonna come, honey,â he groans, his tight shaking. âCome with me, show me how wet your get that pillow.âÂ
With a hint of mischief in her eyes, she loudly gulps around her fingers, giving Joel a clear few of her cunt before rolling her hips down against the smooth surface. His eyes go wide and before his brain can register the coil snapping, he spills over his hand. Heavy strings of come dripping down his hard throbbing length. He makes a choked sound as he tries to breathe in and out at the same time. Honey pulls out her fingers from her mouth and grins, her hands drop in front of her and she bounces up and down, mimicking the way she would ride him.Â
The action manages to squeeze one last rope of come from him, his lungs collapse, his body burning. She comes right after, her thighs squeezing around each side of the pillow before gushing around it. Joel can see the shine as she continues to grind her hips.Â
âShow me,â he pants, his next words quickly shifting into a growl. âShow it to me.âÂ
Licking her lips, Honey pulls the pillow from between her legs and shows it to him. His cock twitches with interest. âWanna taste you,â he says without thinking.Â
âSadly technology hasnât improved that much yet,â she answers. âBut Iâll tell you this much,â she leans in and flattens her tongue against the soaked fabric. Joelâs jaw tightens, his molars digging together painfully. She moans. âI taste sweet. Like honey.âÂ
You hate visiting home.Â
You hate the heat, the crowd, staying at a home where youâre still treated like a child when you havenât been one for a long long time. But you didn't really have a choice when your dad hurt his leg, which meant that you had to help around with the tiny bookshop your family owned. It was a miracle that it was still standing, but people did love their old, dusty bookshops. You had to admit, you enjoyed the aura of the place.
Your mom had asked you to bring over two coffees before coming in, she opened up shop early which you were grateful for. Now that you were home, you didnât have the luxury to do as many private calls as you wanted to. You still streamed late at night, keeping silent, your audience didnât mind. They thoroughly enjoyed the whispering and the âwe canât be caughtâ act. You only indulged in one private session, a session that you couldnât bare letting go of.Â
JMiller.Â
You thought a lot about what his real name might be. Jacob, Jeff, Jeremy. . . none of them felt right. It was disappointing because you wanted to scream his name when you had your hand between your legs. But since you couldnât decide on a name, you whimpered a string of sirs over and over again.Â
You eagerly counted down the hours until you could finally spend time with him. This was a funny thought on its own because you boasted about how professional you were. You kept things clear, not allowing for any miscommunication orâpotentiallyâfeelings. But there was just something about him that got your entire body yearning to hear his southern drawl. Maybe it was the nostalgia of it all. You did grow up in Austin after all. But still. It was odd how excited you got before going online.Â
You briefly mentioned you were going back home, you didnât tell him where, obviously, but you did tell him that there could be scheduling issues. He understood.Â
Of course he did, he was perfect.Â
Pulling yourself away from your thoughts, you impatiently drum your foot against the clean marble floors. This line is insane. You let out a groan, sending your mother a quick text that it might take you a while. A second later your phone buzzes with a thumbs-up emoji from her. You sigh again as you shove the phone down your back pocket, you hate waiting, it gets you anxious and even though you donât have a boss that will yell at you, you donât enjoy being late.Â
Then, as if he popped out of the concrete like a weed, a man pushes himself between you and the other person that was waiting in line in front of you.Â
Your heart races, your eyebrows knitting together, no way in hell are you going to allow someone to cut in line.Â
âHey,â you call out. The man ignores you and you tap his shoulder, he turns sharply, his eyes glaring daggers. âYou canât cut in line,â you say defensively. âYou need to move to the back of the line.âÂ
âLook lady I donât know what youâre talkinâ about I was always here.âÂ
âUmmmm, no you werenât,â your chest heaves, heat rising to your cheeks. You donât like confrontationâyouâd do it, but youâd hate it. Your legs are already shaking slightly. âIâve been staring at the pink paint stain on that guyâs shoulder for about half an hour so I know what Iâm talking about.âÂ
He rolls his eyes, an ugly snarl taking shape, âJust leave it. I ainât gonna budge. I have places to be.âÂ
âAnd the rest of us donât?â you snort, eyebrows raised. He shrugs, makes a face, and turns his back to you once again. It takes you everything not to stomp your foot like an angry bull.Â
Youâve had enough. Youâre tired of the assholes of the word, you donât care if youâre not allowed into the coffee shop ever again. Puffing up your chest, you open your mouth wide, ready to give this rude stranger a piece of your unfiltered mind.Â
âYou know whatââÂ
âIs that any way to treat a lady, moonshine?â Â
You turn towards the source of the voice. Itâs a man youâve never seen before. Heâs rugged looking, the salt and pepper in his beard endearing. He has a deep crease between his brows, his brown eyes dark as he stares down at the rude stranger. You take in the sight of his broad shoulders, thick neckâyour heart does a little flip. You donât know why but youâre drawn to the man, he has a nice voice.Â
The man, however, isnât as pleased as you.Â
âWhatâs it to you? She your girlfriend?âÂ
Youâre not but you kinda wish you were.Â
âGet in the back of the line, I saw you cut in front of her.âÂ
The tension in the air is thick enough that you can cut it with a knife. You hold your breath, your lungs starting to burn as electricity crackles between the two men. Finally the asshole caves and sighs, going to the back of the line. You let out the breath youâve been holding, your shoulders sagging with relief right after.Â
âThank you,â you say, your gaze finding the kind strangers. âI was right about to blow my lid before you stepped in.âÂ
He doesnât answer and just continues to stare at you. Worry builds in your spine. Why isnât he saying anything? His softened gaze flits across your face, taking in every detail before looking away. He pushes his hands down his pockets, looking almost boyish with the way he drops his gaze to the floor.Â
âDonât mention it,â he mutters.Â
You raise an eyebrow. His voice still sounds familiar. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you shove the thoughts of familiarity into the back of your head and grace him with a wide smile. He blushes profusely, eyes slightly going wide, he takes a sharp inhale.Â
âHow about I pay for your coffee. . . or whatever youâre buying?â you ask.Â
âYou donât haveââÂ
âI insist!â you chirp, glad that the line is finally moving. You extend your hand with enthusiasm, which he accepts a bit tentatively. Your smile never wavering, you tell him your name and an emotion akin to guilt washes over his eyes. He releases your hand, lips a tight, frigid line. âIs something wrong?â you ask. âYou donât like the name?âÂ
âNâNo, it ainât that,â he shifts from one leg to the other. You nearly look down, curious to see how tightly his jeans hug his muscular thighs. âIâm. . . Joel.âÂ
The world around you falls into a complete silence. Joel. Joel. Something electric and searing shoots up your spine, your lashes fluttering. Your heart starts beating a mile a minute but youâre not sure why. The only thing you do know is that this is a significant moment. An important moment.Â
Your rake your brain for answers.Â
Why?Â
Why is it important? What piece are you missing to complete the puzzle?Â
His lips break into a soft smile, he gestures towards the counter with his head. âWeâre up.âÂ
âO-Oh, yeah,â you swallow, barely able to pull your gaze away from him. âSorry.âÂ
You tell the kind barista your order and she writes it down on both your cups happily. The two of you move away from the line to wait for your drinks; a black coffee for your mom, a caramel macchiato for you, and an iced quad espresso for Joel. You raise an eyebrow.Â
âI have a long day cominâ,â he says with a small smile. âAnd I didnât do much sleepinâ last night.âÂ
Your mind immediately flashes you memories of last night. Legs spread wide with two dildos stretching you, JMiller really enjoys it when you test your limits. Your pulse pounding in your skull, you look down. âDonât I know it.âÂ
âYou had a late night too?â thereâs a teasing lilt to his tone. Your stomach churns and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. It looks like heâs about to say something else but the barista calls your name and both of you head towards the counter. He takes his death juice with a grateful smile, his demeanor more relaxed compared to when you introduced yourself.
âThank you, honey. I appreciate it.âÂ
Oh shit.Â
Shit shit shit shit.Â
It is him.Â
JMillerâJ stands for Joel.Â
Fuck.Â
âYou. . .â you begin, panic raising in your voice. âYouâre. . .âÂ
He nods, âI think we both know why I didnât sleep much last night,â he extends his hand again. âHuge fan by the way. Youâre great and this is awkward as hell.âÂ
âIt is,â you whisper. Still, you take his hand. âIt is.âÂ
âYouâve never had someone come up to you on the street before?â he asks, curious. âI would assume you get recognized a lot.âÂ
âNot as much as you would think,â a cruel, humorless burst of laughter drops from your lips. âPeople donât exactly want their partners to know theyâre watching me. But if theyâre alone yeah. . . sometimes theyâll say hi.âÂ
Or theyâll ask inappropriate questions and be weird about it but he doesnât have to know that.Â
Now that heâs mentioned you bumping into others, youâre not sure why it felt like the end of the world before. You feel embarrassed, flustered even, two emotions that a client shouldnât be making you feel.Â
âWell,â he breaks the silence, moving his jaw as he opens the door for you. âThanks for the coffee.âÂ
âTechnically you bought it.âÂ
âRight. . .âÂ
The two of you are out in the street now, staring at each other, contemplating what to say. He scratches the back of his head, then his fingers move to rub at his jaw. Arousal gathers between your thighs, itâs not your fault, now that you know that itâs him, your body acts accordingly.Â
âAre we still on for tomorrow?âÂ
You still for a moment before answering, âYeah.âÂ
He turns and leaves, you do the same, only in the opposite direction.Â
After learning your name, Joel completely abandoned his rule of you calling him 'sir', making you moan his actual name as frequently as he could. His name stuck to your tongue. It might as well have been tattooed under your bottom lip. He was possessive in the way he asked, in some instances even begging for you to say itâand you fucking loved it. You loved this sick claim he had towards you now that you two had officially met. You loved how much more eager he was to see you make a sticky mess between your thighs. You love how cock dumb he made you feel without actually being there to fuck you himself.Â
He even started doing his version of online aftercare. Mostly he would just talk, tell you about every-day things as you came down from your high. Or he would murmur a song. You never asked if he was a musician, he had a nice voice.Â
Itâs the beginning of the session and youâre getting ready. He says he enjoys watching the preparation you do for him so you decided to start streaming five minutes earlier, allowing him to watch. You really need him today. You had a rough day with an order mix-up, and your mom isnât the best at dealing with mishaps. He clears his throat, which draws your attention to him.Â
âIs something wrong?â you ask.Â
âNo no, everythinâ is fine, sweetheart. I just. . .â he sighs. âI want to ask somethinâ.âÂ
âAsk away.âÂ
âCan weâWould you want toââ he groans in frustration and you start grinning. His frustrated pout is adorable. All you want to do is smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb and give him a kiss.Â
âJoel Miller,â you tease, not missing the way his breath catches in your throat. âAre you asking me out on a date?âÂ
Oh god, you hope your intuition is right. If it isnât this call is about to get really awkward.Â
He flushes, eyes dropping as he nods.Â
âIs that okay?âÂ
This is highly unprofessional, âMore than okay. Iâd love to go on a date with you.âÂ
His grin is infectious.Â
âGood,â he lets out a breath then settles back against the couch. âNow show me those pretty tits, honey.âÂ
You canât believe youâre actually in JMillerâs, aka Joelâs, home.Â
The date had gone better than you expected. He was kind, charming, and chivalrous which were all qualities you havenât seen for a while. Ever since you started streaming you hadnât been on many dates and frankly, after a while, you purposefully avoided them. It just felt like asking for drama that you had no intention of dealing with. But Joel wasnât like that. He could be blunt, a bit grumpy, yet also kind. He had taken you to one of his favorite pubs. Beers accompanied by the best jalapeno poppers you ever had equated to one of the finest dates youâve ever had.Â
He was a contractor, had a daughter in college, and a younger brother. His mother and father had passed a long time ago and ever since Sarah left, heâd been feeling lonely. Heâd admitted shyly that that was the reason why he signed up on Ravish. He wanted company.Â
You found it incredibly charming.Â
As soon as Joel closes the door behind you two, you fall into each otherâs arms. He kisses you with fervor, tongue slipping between your lips as he breathes you in at the same time. You feel him everywhere. Large hands squeezing your hips, waist, breastsâitâs intoxicating. You moan wantonly into his mouth, your lids falling when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like beer and youâre pretty sure you do too.Â
Joel pushes you up against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs while you continue to chase his lips with an insatiable need. You canât bear to be separated from him, not even for a second. He drags his lips down your neck, mouthing at your jugular, sharp teeth nipping the sensitive flesh. Your hips jerk to meet his and with a growl, he pins you back to the wall.Â
âDonât,â he grunts. âIâve been waitinâ so long for this honey, so fuckinâ long.âÂ
Your lips curl, a challenge lingering in your eyes, âShow me then, big boy. Show me how bad you want to fuck your slut.âÂ
âFuck,â he hisses, gripping your chin harshly and pulling you in for another kiss. Your teeth clink together, he pulls back just as quick, the muscle in his jaw twitches. âFuck,â he breathes out again. âYou have quite the mouth on you, darlinâ.âÂ
You have no recollection of how the two of you clamored upstairs, stripping one another in a lustful haze. The time you realize youâre naked is when you feel the cool air of the room caressing your burning skin, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down between your breasts, fingers eagerly working your nipples as he forces you to walk back until your back of your knees hit the bed and you fall.Â
Not wanting to give in so easily, you wrap your fingers around his heavy cock. It juts angrily between his legs, answering your touch by drooling all over your palm, slickening your movements. You jerk him until heâs fully hard, his breathing heavy as he rolls his hips to meet the tightness of your fist. He sinks his teeth into your neck, the pain that blossoms coaxes a moan from you, your own wetness growing between your legs.Â
âI knew youâd be fucking big,â you whisper, tongue toying with his earlobe. âSo hugeâmakes me wonder if I can take it. . .âÂ
âIâve seen you take bigger,â he groans, hips stuttering. A whimper drops from your lips, you want him, you want to feel him inside, want to feel his come dripping out later. You feel thick fingers spreading your soaked folds, he drags down a middle finger between them, licking himself into your mouth as he draws circles around your aching clit. âSo wet for me,â he rasps. âGonna make a mess in you, honey.âÂ
You gasp, âP-Please.âÂ
He lines himself against your entrance, teasing you, stretching you subtly with the bulbous head of his cock. Your head falls back and your back arches into him. He draws a hard nipple between his lips, closing them as he sucks. Heat rushes all over your body, arousal thick on your tongue. You clutch the sheets. He smiles as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with a lax jaw and a dazed gaze.Â
He stops and waits for you to adjust to him. Joelâs forehead drops against yours, dampness growing between the skin. You feel his breath fanning your face, so warm. Thereâs a hint of pain, the type that makes you flutter around him. He feels it too. The way you tighten against him, your body begging for more. He obliges. Pushing further and further until his hips are flushed against yours. His jaw is clenched tight, his breathing heavy.Â
âFuck you feel so good,â he presses fleeting kisses all over your face. Itâs ticklish and if all your senses wasnât narrowed in between your legs, you wouldâve giggled.Â
Your body jerks as he pulls back, the pleasure you feel is instant and overwhelming. Youâve missed the feeling of actual flesh inside of you. Joel snaps his hips forward, locking your breath in your throat, with a moment of desperation you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. He fucks you in earnest. Every thrust desperate. Every thrust needy. He seems lost in you, whimpers, groans and grunts trembling in his throat and chest. You spread your legs wider, wanting more of him, wanting your cunt to take the shape of his cock.Â
âHarderââ you cry out. âTake itâTake what you wantââÂ
Your arms fall limp, his body moving up and towering over yours. Joel grips your thighs tight before lifting them, he jackhammers into you, tugging and pulling at you like a brand new fucktoy. He splits you in half. The force of his movements making you scream. You donât miss the way he grins wildly, dangerously. Something dark and haunting washing over his face.Â
Your eyes grow wide, your heart beating in your throat, making it hard to swallow. It happens all at once, you clench around him, arousal pouring between your legs in a way it never had before. The look, the cock, the man behind it allâeverything combined pushing your mind into the deep stages of want and need. Your eyes roll back, your hands coming up to pinch your tight, tingling nipples. You sob his name, your voice hoarse as you beg him for more and more and moreâ
âW-Wait, darlinâ if you squeeze me like that Iâllâ!âÂ
A series of curses drops wildly and unintelligently from his lips. You feel him. The heat of his seed filling you to the brim, his cock throbs and twitches, spurting into you again and again. Your lips break into a satisfied smile. Instinctively, Joel pushes deeper, shoving your combined slick even deeper.Â
âShit,â he says catching his breath. âI-Iâm so fuckinâ sorry. I usually last. . . longer than that. IââÂ
You shush him and cup his cheek. Youâre so pliant right now, floating happily in the air. You let out a sigh before willing your lips to move. Has talking always been this taxing?Â
âItâs okay Joel,â you slur your words, smiling lazily. âI take it as a compliment, that felt fucking good.âÂ
âYeah?â he sounds so innocent and hopeful that you canât suppress your giggle. His eyes twinkle under the dimmed light. âWell, Iâm glad you felt good, sweetheart but Iâm not done yet.âÂ
Your breath hitches when he pulls out, your brows furrow as a chill settles between your legs. You wanted him to stay inside longer. But youâre pleasantly surprised when he slides down your body, kissing every patch of skin before settling between your legs.Â
âLetâs see if youâre as sweet as youâve been tellinâ me.âÂ
He kisses your cunt, lips moving in tandem with your wet folds. He drags his tongue up between them, curling it as he takes himself into his mouth, tasting both of you at one. You go limp at the pressure of his tongue, your walls fluttering and squeezing for more. With a groan, he shoves his fingers, the wet sound makes your toes curl into the mattress. Itâs like torture, a very pleasurable torture. You gasp when he pulls you flush against his face, the bridge of his nose bumping against your clit as he licks you clean.Â
Your build up is spontaneous. You feel it coming, the taste of your orgasm at the tip of your tongue. Joel curls his fingers, sucking your clit between his lips and gently nipping at it. You hips chases his mouth, his mustache chafing the tender skin. Your hands come to each side of his head, threading your trembling fingers through the soft locks, his fingers brush against an especially sensitive spot and you tug at his hair. His throat shakes with a groan. His eyes closing.Â
âDo it again,â he mutters. And you do. He starts moaning into your cunt, his hips, despite just spilling inside of you, rutting against the bed. Your nails bite into his scalp and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
The tension coiling in you finally snaps, your entire body locking up as you gush into his mouth. He gulps you down loudly, fingers still moving deep inside you. Your throat is dry as ou shout his name, hips stuttering helplessly, he pins you down with both hands, moving his head up and down as the fat strokes of his tongue becomes more wild.Â
When heâs finally done feasting, he pulls away with a wet mouth.Â
âWow,â you murmur, curling into him when he lays beside you. âThat was. . . wow.âÂ
âYou really had low expectations, huh?âÂ
âNot low,â you grin. âBut not that high either.âÂ
âWell,â he says, guiding you so youâll lay on his chest. âIâm glad to prove you wrong.âÂ
youruser: on todayâs adventure with bandit and y/n, we almost got run over by a (nearly blind) 6â2 blond who didnât see us crossing the street (i was wearing a bright pink shirt) & are forever scarred from the experience. tho, he apologized with mcdonalds & gave bandit all the kisses in hopes of forgiveness (he forgave him đ â my villain origin story fr). anywho, glad we survived & came out unscathed đŞ
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yourbestie: you gave me a literal heart attack when you called me saying you almost died. i was nearly ready to run to your aid bbg đŞ
userone: babes, you let him into your home?? mans NEARLY killed you
youruser: heâs very charismatic
youruser: & persuasive
usertwo: i love hearing about y/n and banditâs daily adventures. itâs like the highlight of my day fr
markestapa: hearing about this the minute it happened is truly an experience i will never forget
edwards73: i legit thought he was crying lol
rutgermcgroarty: âi just almost hit a pretty girl and her puppy. im legit the worst person to ever walk this earth!â
dylanduke25: hearing her cuss him out in the background is my roman empire fr
markestapa: she said some very colorful words to our boy đ
userthree: all these umich boys in y/nâs comments & yet none of them are exposing who it is đ
userfour: fr like i need to knowâď¸âď¸
edwards73: he told me to tell you that he will buy you all the mcdonalds you want if you forgive him
youruser: iâll think it about it
markestapa: heâs literally begging on his knees
userfive: damn whoever it is, theyâre exposing him lol
yoursibling: of course this happens to you smh
yourbestie2: bandits new dad??? đ
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lhughes_06: iâve been promoted to dog walker đđ¨âđŚŻ
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youruser: the best dog walker there is!
luca.fantilli: bandit literally dragged him down the street
dylanduke25: & heâs like a fifteen pound dog. that dogâs stronger than luke
userone: ngl i was expecting a bigger reveal
_quinnhughes: at least heâs learning some responsibility
usertwo: the second pic â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
userthree: i wonder how luke truly did not see y/n when she was crossing the road?? like what was boy doing to NOT see her?? đ¤
youruser: thatâs what iâve been wondering these past few months lhughes_06
lhughes_06: oops??? i told you i didnât see you cross the street đŤ
jackhughes: boy ik you lying since your head practically hits the top of the car roof. you def saw the poor girl đ lhughes_06
markestapa: bring bandit over more often please đđ¤
userfour: not jack exposing luke in userthreeâs comment thread đ
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youruser: nearly three years with you and all you had to do was nearly kill me and my dog to get my attention đđ
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jackhughes: ahh, puppy love â¤ď¸
lhughes_06: youâre never going to let that go are you? đŤ¤
youruser: lemme thinkâŚ.đ¤
youruser: uh no <3
yourbestie: i better be the maid of honor đ˘âď¸
edwards73: i cant wait to hear about how they met at their wedding. what a meet cute fr
elhughes: i hope heâs learned his lesson by now! đđ
youruser: of course mama hughes! im just giving him a hard time đ¤
userone: if i donât meet my future partner like this, then i donât want it âď¸âď¸
usertwo: i canât believe itâs been three years! bandits so big now :(
userthree: ikr! feels like just yesterday i stumbled upon y/nâs post about it
userfour: how the time flies
rutgermcgroarty: i volunteer to be banditâs sitter during your dates!
i never could've seen you coming (i think you're everything i've wanted) - nico hischier
pairing: nico hischier x original female character
warnings: swearing, mentions of death and cancer, a substantial amount of grief, so much fluff, medical school inaccuracies probably, angst if you squint, way too many mentions of all three hughes brothers..like an absurd amount (but it's part of the plot, i promise)
title: "the blue" by gracie abrams
word count: 19.7k (whoops!)
author's note: got WAY too carried away with this one lol so you may see more of this little au bc i really fell in love with it. this turned almost into a study on found family / siblinghood?? i hope you all enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it and creating this little world. takes place in the 2023-2024 season.
*****
In hindsight, it probably wouldâve been smarter to live closer to work and actually be in the city. But when word got around â well, her mother telling her best friend â that Clementine was going to be even close to New Jersey, she had, in order, Luke, Quinn and Jack texting her within an hour of each other.
Lukey Hughes
Clemmy!! Congrats on the residency. Heard youâre gonna be across the river from jersey?? đ
Quinny Hughes
Congrats on NYU! Iâm happy you get to go back east even though I wonât get to see you as often. Donât let Luke or Jack annoy you too much. Love and miss you! â¤ď¸
Jacky Hughes
CLEMENTINE
youâre coming to new york????
you have to live with me please please please itâs not that far
and luke will probably be here next season and ik heâs your favoriteÂ
When Clementine Sandoval found out she was placed at NYU Langone for her combined emergency room and pediatrics residency, she thought two things. Holy shit, she actually has made it this far. And holy shit, sheâs excited to go back closer to home, after spending undergrad and med school in the west coast. Sheâs found a love for California, but nothing beats the east.
She called Jack for his birthday days after the Devils got knocked out of playoffs. She doesnât get to talk to Jack and Luke â any of the Hughes brothers, really â as often as sheâd like. She sees them even less, ever since she left for California and they moved away to Michigan from Toronto. She always tries to see Quinn and Jack whenever they come out to play at San Jose, but otherwise, thatâs it. She hasnât seen Luke since the Hughes family graciously invited her and her mom to Lukeâs draft almost two years ago. So whenever she does get a chance to catch up with her childhood friends, itâs always a treat.
It took Jack â and Luke â exactly 34 minutes over the phone to convince her to move in with them. The largest part of the discussion was how much money sheâd contribute for rent. She was adamant to split it three ways evenly. Jack shot that down immediately, and that resulted in a slight â read: intense â disagreement (âI donât give a fuck that youâre making $8 million a year, Jack Rowden. Iâm paying my part of the rent.â). He refused to back down, and they came to an amount that she was semi-happy with, though she insisted that sheâd be in charge of buying groceries. Deep down, she knows he and Luke will fight her on that too.Â
She finished out med school, went on a 10-day vacation to Europe with her friends and went back to her momâs place in Massachusetts for a weekend, where she grabbed the key that Jack had shipped to her. Her mom helped her pack the car, and off she went to Hoboken, where sheâd be living by herself in the extremely spacious apartment until Jack (and Luke) came back for pre-season in September.Â
Residency started off without a hitch, Clementine loving the fact that she got to actually work with patients more. The commute to the hospital isnât ideal â a 10 minute drive to the station before hopping on the train for almost 45 minutes â but after years of having to drive around everywhere for years, it doesnât faze her much. Itâs a time to decompress after a long shift and reflect or wake herself up for the long day ahead, and it gives her time to read or listen to music or podcasts on the train. Some of her fellow residents live nearby and are always gracious enough to let her crash on their couch after particularly grueling shifts. The first two months are peaceful if tiring, the apartment always being a welcomed silence when she walks in.Â
Early September arrives, and sheâs coming home after an overnight shift when she walks out of the elevator to the apartment. She thinks she might hear voices coming from inside her apartment, but theyâre more likely in her exhausted brain, so she turns her key and pushes open the door.Â
It takes her a moment while taking off her shoes to freeze. There are voices in the apartment. She carefully walks towards the voices, heart starting to race, before it immediately calms down and relief washes over her.Â
âJesus Christ! A warning wouldâve been nice. I thought someone broke in.â
All three Hughes brothers turn their heads towards her, all looking a bit worse for wear probably due to the fact that itâs just past 7 am. Though itâs nothing Clementine hasnât seen before. When your mothers are still really close after playing soccer together at UNH and both families happen to settle down in nearby towns in the suburbs of Toronto, youâve all seen each other the morning after sleepovers. When youâre an only child and call these three your brothers, youâve practically seen everything. They all blink at each other before someone â Jack â comes to their senses.Â
âClee!â Jack exclaims, sliding in his socks across the floor to pull her into a very tight hug. She feels gross and probably doesnât smell much better, but she canât bring herself to care as she hugs Jack, smile widening when she feels both Quinn and Luke putting their arms around her as sheâs put in the middle of a group hug. They eventually let go, and then she hugs them all individually.Â
She pouts, looking up at Luke. âThis is so unfair. Youâre so much taller than me now.â
Luke smirks, ruffling her hair. âGood to see you too, Clemmy.â
She beams up at him. âHappy birthday, by the way. Big 20!â
âThank you.â
She yawns. âSo whatâs going on? I thought you two werenât supposed to be back until next week.â She points at Quinn. âAnd what are you doing here?â
âNot happy to see us?â Quinn teases.Â
âAlways happy to see you guys. But I did just have an overnight shift and I need to be in bed within the next 20 minutes.â
âWe know.â Jack says excitedly. âDid you not suspect anything when I was asking specific questions about your schedule for this week?â
She thinks back to the last time she FaceTimed Jack. He did seem awfully inquisitive. She shrugs. âIâm too old and tired to question your antics anymore, Jacky.â
âYouâre only 26?â
âAnd you just turned 20. Iâm old.â she says to Luke as he passes her a glass of water. âQuinny, arenât you supposed to be in Vancouver soon?â
âYeah, actually. Iâm only here for the day to go to the US Open and celebrate Mooseâs birthday. Iâm on a flight out tomorrow at noon.â
She pouts, but her heart warms at the reminder that these three are still so close. âSo soon.â
âCaptain duties, am I right?â Jack says.Â
It takes her a moment to realize what he just said before her jaw drops and she whips her head towards the eldest Hughes. âAre you serious?â Quinn just nods sheepishly. âQuinn!â She wraps him in another hug again. âThatâs incredible. Oh my goodness. Congratulations!â
âThanks, Clem.â
She places her hands on his cheeks. âIâm so proud of you. Not surprising at all though. Do Ellen and Jim know? I bet theyâre pumped.â
âYeah, they do. It wonât get announced until Monday though.â
âThatâs awesome. Holy shit, Quinn.â She looks at the younger two. âSo are you guys back for good?â
âI am. Jack isnât. He has to go to Vegas for media day the day after tomorrow.â
She blinks. âIâm confused. Then why the fuck are you all here? You couldâve just gone to Vegas early or something. Or not make the trip here and come back when you have to be back.â
âTo see you, duh. I wanted to see you on my birthday, and itâll be awhile until weâre all in the same place again.â Luke shrugs. Like itâs not a big deal. Like they didnât just fly from wherever the fuck to Jersey for barely a day before two of them have to fly back across the country because they wanted to see her and be together.Â
âGod, I-just,â she yawns. âThatâs so disgustingly sweet. And I love you three. I really do. But-â
âYou need sleep, yeah. We figured. Well, good news for you, youâre not needed until later anyways!â Jack beams.
She blinks. âWhatâs later?â
âWeâre heading to Aunt Laraâs to celebrate Lukeâs birthday. Mostly an excuse for some of the family to gather one last time for the summer.â Jack says.
âAlso to celebrate Quinn getting captain,â Luke adds with a small eye roll.Â
âAnd Iâm assuming Iâm coming to that?â
Jack blinks like sheâs being ridiculous. âUh, duh. And I know you have a day off tomorrow, so you canât use that as an excuse. Geegs wants to see you. Everyone wants to see you, to be honest. Momâs making your favorite just for you.â
She lights up. âHer pumpkin pie?â
âYup.â
âIâll be there,â she salutes to them as she stops at her bedroom archway. âHave fun watching tennis. Iâll see you when you get back?â
âMmhmm. Weâll drive there together.â
âBrilliant,â she blows them all a kiss. âGoodnight. Or good morning. Whatever.â They all snicker as she goes into her bedroom, beelining for the shower.Â
She emerges from her bedroom again at around 1:30 p.m., her stomach begging for food. She wipes the sleep away from her eyes as she heads towards the kitchen. She reaches for the coffee machine and pauses when she sees a sticky note on the handle of the pot.Â
Left some pasta for you in the fridge. xoxo Quinn
She smiles, making herself a cup of coffee before opening the fridge and reheating the chicken alfredo pasta. She waits for the microwave to beep by checking her phone for the news and any unread messages (the only one being from Ellen, whoâs thrilled that sheâs coming by tonight.)
After eating, she realizes she should probably get something to bring tonight, and ventures a few blocks to a nearby florist. Fresh flowers canât hurt, right? After she pays for the bouquet, she has a double take walking by the bakery she only treats herself to after an especially exhausting day. Luke has always been weak for chocolate chip cookies, and this bakery does them like no other. She grabs a box of a dozen.
Around an hour later, the front door opens again and Luke practically vibrates at the smell of the still-fresh cookies on the counter. All three of them dig in as she quickly changes, putting on a basic blue sundress and pulling out a sweater in case she gets cold. It feels like itâs been forever since sheâs worn anything that isnât scrubs. She spritzes some perfume on and ties on three very important friendship bracelets that have somehow not fallen apart even after almost a decade.Â
As expected, when she walks out, Quinnâs the one who notices whatâs on her wrist first. He grins, surprised. âI didnât know you still had those.â
She shrugs, fiddling with the loose threads. âThey were very important to me. They still are.â
Jack stops chewing and his eyes widen, finally realizing. âHoly shit, Clee. We made those for you, like..â
âRight before I left for college? Yeah.â She takes the last bit of a cookie out of Lukeâs hand. He doesnât even bat an eye. âI donât wear them as often anymore because I donât want the possibility of them getting ruined or losing them at the hospital or anything. You know I wore them when I opened my acceptance letter into Stanford, right? And I wore them under my shirt when I had my interview with NYU.â She thinks she sees Quinnâs eyes water. She definitely knows she sees Luke swallowing roughly as Jack stares at her with some sort of reverence in his eyes. But she also knows her boys and just shrugs, changing the subject to make them more comfortable again. âWe leaving soon?â
âYeah. Let me just take a piss,â Luke says as he walks towards the bathroom.Â
âI call dibs after!â Quinn calls out.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Jack exclaims. âI need to go really bad too.â
âJust go to the one in my room, Jack.â She says, rolling her eyes. He huffs, giving Quinn a glare before disappearing into her bedroom. She sits down in the chair that Jack had just been occupying. âGod, I canât believe Iâm gonna be living with those two. Am I regressing?â
Quinn snorts, âProbably. How is residency, by the way?â
She sighs. âGood. Busy and tiring and really fucking hard, but thatâs to be expected. Iâm currently in the NICU, so itâs been interesting seeing all the babies and the reasons theyâre in there for. Theyâre also just so fragile, which, obviously, but itâs been good. I really love it.â
Quinn hums thoughtfully. âThatâs badass, honestly. But everything you do is badass in my eyes.â
âWell, itâs quite badass in my eyes that one of my dearest friends is the captain of the Vancouver Canucks at 23.â
She feels a bit of a thrill at the blush that so easily paints his cheeks. âNothing compared to you saving lives.â
âHey,â she warns. âNone of that here. We donât do that.â
He just nods, leaning in to kiss her temple gently. âIâm sad that Iâm gonna be seeing you less now, but Iâm so happy for you. Least Iâll worry less about Jack and Luke now that youâre here.â
âOh please. Youâll always worry about them.â
He hums, not even giving an answer because they both know the truth. She wraps an arm around his waist, tucking herself into his side and even though heâs standing and sheâs sitting, she feels the most comfort sheâs felt in awhile.Â
Nothing brings her peace like these three boys, who have always believed in her and loved her before she was anything. They could be shouting at each other and never let her get a word in and she would still feel right at home
Later that night, as sheâs catching up with everyone and eating Ellenâs pumpkin pie, sheâs reminded that this whole family has always brought her peace. Ellen has always said sheâs like the daughter she always wanted and Jim has always been like a father to her, especially the last decade. Geegs treats her just like she treats all her grandchildren, fussing over her and insisting that she needs to eat more because âyou must be so stressed all the time at the hospital, running around and saving lives.â Everyone important and close to them have always known that the Hughes brothers and Clementine are the kind of package deal that will always be strong, even if it spans countries. Itâs the three boys and Clementine always.
As she watches everyone sing happy birthday to Luke, watching him tower over everybody, his face poorly lit with the candles, she places both her hands over her heart while he blows the candles and everyone cheers.Â
This chapter of her life is already shaping up to be pretty damn good.
âŚ..
Sheâs had October 12 circled in her calendar ever since Jack convinced her to move in. The day of the regular season home opener of the Devils.Â
After her shift, she ducks into the staff bathroom and changes into leggings and a Devils jersey, Hughes and 86 on the back. Jack and Luke lost some sort of bet that had the latter pouting and the former in absolute glee. She had just rolled her eyes. Sheâd just wear her 43 jersey to the next game.Â
As sheâs clocking out, one of her fellow residents and probably the one sheâs closest to, Emilia, just raises an eyebrow. âDidnât know you were a hockey fan.â
Clementine shrugs, swiping her ID card through the reader. She never distinctly mentions her relations to Americaâs Hockey Family or whatever the hell the media calls them unless directly asked, but sheâs sure sheâs dropped some hints at happy hour, especially when asked why sheâs living in Jersey. âPractically grew up with three of them. Osmosis, perhaps.â
Emilia must connect the dots because she offers a small smile. âMy husbandâs a big Rangers fan, so donât tell him I said this, but Jackâs fun to watch. Heâs shifty.â She laughs and bids her friend farewell, walking towards the elevator.Â
Jack and Luke got her a seat in one of the boxes thatâs reserved for family and significant others, the home opener bringing in a larger crowd than usual. She doesnât know anyone, but thatâs okay, because right when she walks into the box, a beautiful blonde strolls over and introduces herself with a big smile. You must be Clementine. Iâm Ryleigh, she says, Dawsonâs girlfriend. Jack told her to be on the lookout for her.Â
She makes quick friends with Ryleigh as they grab a drink and situate themselves. The younger girl introduces Clementine to Kristen, her adorable boy Henrik and Barbora and her sweet girl Adelka. She kneels down to play with both kids, mindlessly answering questions about her life from the women. Itâs refreshing getting to speak to people about things that arenât solely residency or medical school related.Â
God, she needs to get out more.Â
The opening night celebrations are fun, and she cheers extra loudly when Jack and Lukeâs names get called. Everyoneâs on a high after a 4-3 win, and Clementine dutifully follows Ryleigh and everyone else out of the box and some tunnels that somehow lead towards the locker room. Her stomach is filled, thanks to the food and the drinks, and sheâs happily buzzing. Sheâs excited to be able to hopefully watch more games now that sheâs living here.Â
Around 30 minutes later, both Jack and Dawson come out at the same time. She briefly watches as the couple embraces before Ryleigh turns to introduce Clementine, who smiles as Dawson wraps her in a friendly hug. She bids them both goodbye as they walk out.
âClee! Did you see my goals?â Jack says after she hugs him, ruffling her hair.Â
She rolls her eyes with a smile, adjusting his collar. âOf course I did. Saw the two penalties too. Good game, Jackson.âÂ
He beams like a child who just got a gold sticker. âThank you.â
âWhereâs Luke?â
âTaking his sweet ass time.â
She instinctively shoves him. âBe nice.â
Jack opens his mouth, no doubt about to say something snarky, before something beyond her shoulder catches his attention. âNeeks! Come here for a second.â She turns around to see maybe one of the prettiest guys sheâs ever seen in her life. Obviously, she knows who Nico Hischier is, but goddamn, is he beautiful up close.Â
She sticks out her hand with a small smile. âCaptain. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âJust Nicoâs fine,â he smiles, shaking her hand before running his hand through his hair. Gosh, heâs cute. âYou must be Clementine. Iâve heard a lot about you.â
She automatically grimaces. âOh no.â She turns to Jack. âAre you just as mean to me behind my back as you are to my face?â
Jackâs jaw drops. âAbsolutely not! I donât know what youâre talking about. Iâm so nice to you.â
Nico laughs. âItâs all good things, I promise. And anyone who has dealt with Jack since he was a kid is a good person in my book.â
âHey!â Jack says indignantly. âClee loves me.â
Both Clementine and Nico decide promptly to ignore him. âYouâre living with Jack and Luke now, right?â Nico asks.
âYeah. Itâs cheaper than living in the city, and itâs nice to have them around again.â She says. Jack beams.Â
âYou were out west before?â
Shit. Does Jack talk about her that much? âI was. I did my undergrad at UCLA, and then went to Stanford for med school. So the last eight years, Iâve been a west coaster.â
âBut back east now?â
âBack east now.â
âFor..residency? Right? Is that the next step?â
âYup. I just started my residency at NYU in July,â she grins cheekily at Jack. âAnd now I get to bother this one all the time.â
Luke comes out and brightens up, adjusting his beanie. âHi Clemmy!â
âHey Lukey,â she goes on her tiptoes to give him a hug. âGood game.â
âThanks,â he mutters into her shoulder before pulling away. âIâm hungry. Do we still have the chicken you made yesterday?â
She snorts. âYeah. Unless someone ate it during the day.â
âYay,â Luke says sleepily. âHow was work?â
âNot as tiring as playing a game, Iâm sure.â
Luke pulls a face. âLiar. Youâre a doctor. And you deal with kids all day.â
âIâm barely a doctor. And I love kids.â
âStill.â
Jack snorts. âI think we should get the big baby to bed.â He expertly avoids Lukeâs slap. âSee you tomorrow, Hisch?â
Nico nods. âGet some rest, you two. Good game. And it was nice to meet you, Clementine. I hope I see you around more often.â
Clementine grins. âYou too, Nico. See you around.â She puts her arms around both Jack and Lukeâs shoulder. Or tries to. âDrive me home, friends.â
In the car, as sheâs in the backseat and looking outside the window, after Jack discreetly nudges him, Luke turns around to look at her. âSo, Cap, huh? Heâs a pretty good looking guy.â
She immediately knows what theyâre trying to do. âAbsolutely not, Luke. You are way too young to be trying to set me up.â
âWhat?â Luke whines. âIâm just saying. I saw you two eyeing each other up.â
âYouâre seeing things.â
âWait,â Jack says, making a left turn. âMoose, you might be onto something here.â
âI know I am.â Luke says, in a matter-of-fact voice that it seems like only youngest children can get away with. âClemmy, you have to admit that Nicoâs cute.â
âOkay, sure. Heâs objectively attractive. I could say the same thing about you. Or Jack. Or Quinn.â
âEw,â Jack says, like the middle child he is. âAlso, youâre totally his type. Pretty. Smart as hell. Lowkey. Doesnât care that he plays hockey.â
âIâm also a resident right now, so I got no time to date, Jacky.â
âYouâve never had time to date,â Jack points out. âWhen was the last time you went on a date anyway?â
âA few months ago!â She says hotly. She will not let them know that her romantic life has been dry for years.Â
âWith who?â Luke shoots back.
âAnother resident, actually. Thank you very much.â
Jack snorts. âAnd how did that go?â She pouts. âExactly,â Jack says. âMaybe the key is to expand your horizons. Get away from the snobby doctors you always complain about.â
âLet it go, Jackson.â She warns. âBefore I start harping on you two about your love lives. If you bring girls home, keep it confined to your rooms. And donât even think about giving them my shit.â
They both cackle as the light turns green, exchanging knowing looks that Clementine misses.Â
âŚ..
Sheâs coming back from a brutal overnight shift when a familiar voice asks her to hold the elevator door open. She blinks as Nico blinks back, dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He looks awfully cozy. She can imagine that she looks like she got chewed and spit back out.Â
She musters a smile. âHey there.â
âGood morning,â he smiles back. âYou coming back from work?â
âYup.â She presses the button for 17 as the doors shut. âWhat are you and Jack and Luke up to today?â
âNot sure. I think some of us are going out to breakfast. Would you like to come?â
She chuckles, leaning her back against the wall. âI appreciate the invite, truly. I just feel like if I have to be awake for 10 more minutes, I might collapse.â
He bites his lip and stares down at his feet. She thinks itâs endearing. âRight. Sorry. Of course youâre tired.â
âDonât be sorry,â she says. âResidency life is weird. Almost as weird as a hockey playerâs.â
The doors open and Nico nods for her to go through first. âI donât know about that. I live a pretty simple life.â
âInteresting way to define simple, Captain.â She teases. And he shrugs modestly. Clementine starts to wonder if thereâs any arrogant bone in his body. He waits as she unlocks the door, closing it behind her. She walks in to see Jack pouring out a glass of juice and Luke sitting on the couch. âFound someone who may be of interest on my way up.â
She listens to Nico greet the two as she puts her bag down and lets her hair out of her ratty ponytail. âWanna come to breakfast with us?â Luke asks with a hopeful smile.Â
âSorry, Lukey,â she says apologetically. âIâm literally a walking zombie right now. Another time?â
He pouts. âFine. I miss you though. I feel like youâve been MIA.â
âI wasnât the one who was just on a long ass roadie,â she points out, giving Jack a side hug.
Nico looks around. âYou guys do something different with the place? It looks different from what I remember.â
âWe gave Clee free reign to spice it up a bit when she came here in the summer.â
Nico hums. âIt looks nice. MoreâŚâ
âLived in? Homey? Clean?â She jokes, downing a glass of water.
The captain laughs. She watches his dimples deepen and blinks to herself several times. âAll of the above,â he says. âI especially like the pillows.â
She beams. âThank you. My mom embroidered the pillowcases.â
âAre you sure you donât wanna come with us, Clee?â Jack begs. âWe promise itâll be quick.â
âNext time,â she promises. âIâm so, so tired.â
Nico clears his throat. âThe teamâs having a Friendsgiving thing in a couple of weeks since weâll be on the road during actual Thanksgiving. I donât know if these two have mentioned it yet, but youâre totally invited. Itâs just gonna be the team and their families or whoever else they want to bring.â
âIs it at your place?â Clementine asks.Â
âNo.â
âSo is it really your invite to extend? I donât want to intrude.â
Jack rolls his eyes. âI was gonna ask you tonight. Hisch just beat me to it. Itâs at Toffâs place. Of course youâre invited, so please come.â
She yawns. âUnless I have an overnight again, Iâll be sure to come. And even if I do, Iâll try to reschedule.â
âAtta girl,â Jack says. âYou really need to get out more.â Clementine just flips him off, making Luke and Nico laugh.
âEnjoy your day, boys.â She calls out as she walks to her room. She hears them all yell out some sort of response before closing her door.
(As soon as she closes the door, Jack nudges Nicoâs shoulder with his. âMake it less obvious, dude.â
Nicoâs eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. âMake what less obvious?â
âThat youâre interested in Clemmy.â Luke says dryly from the couch. âThatâs basically our sister.â
âWhat?â Nico hisses, aware that sheâs right down the hall. âI donât-I mean, yeah sheâs pretty. But I barely know her.â
âBut you want to. Youâve wanted to ever since we showed you pictures of her,â Nico doesnât even have the chance to defend himself as Jack smirks like the menace he is. âDonât worry, Cap. One day youâll catch her when sheâs not sleep deprived and acting as an actual human being and youâll be able to sweep her off her feet.â
Nico swallows. âShe doesnât seem like the kind of person whoâd fall for that.â
âShe wouldnât. Which is why youâre perfect. So many of my friends throughout the years have tried to hit on her. Hasnât worked once.â
âArenât you, like, four years younger than her?â Nico says. âThatâs probably why.â
Luke scoffs. âGood point.â Heâs been less pushy about it compared to Jack, partially because heâs not as comfortable with Nico yet and partially because heâs not Jack. âSheâs a good one though, Cap. Youâd be lucky.â He says.Â
Nico just nods.)
Early the next week when Clementine goes in, she finds out that one of her babies in the NICU she had been taking care of had died. Itâs not necessarily the first time sheâs dealt with death in her young career, but itâs still not easy. She goes through the rest of the day robotically, simultaneously trying to pick apart what she couldâve done differently while trying to forget about it completely.Â
The only upside â if there is one â was that she wasnât there when the babyâs parents were told. Fuck, sheâs not looking forward to when she has to do that one day.Â
During her lunch break, she calls Jack.
âHello?â
âJacky?â
âClee? Is everything okay?â
She swallows. âIâm sorry. I canât keep track. Do you have a game tonight?â
âNo. Day off today. Game tomorrow. Whatâs wrong? Arenât you at work?â
âYeah. I am. Uh, what were you planning on doing tonight?â
âNicoâs coming over and we were just gonna chill. Lukeâs going on a date, I think. Or doing something. Shit, I swear I told you.â
She blinks. âYou probably did. I just, sorry. I havenât been-â
âStop apologizing,â Jack chastises. âHow about we get take out from your favorite Greek place and have a movie night? I can tell Nico to come by another time.â
âNo, no! Of course Nico can come. Itâs your place.â
âItâs yours now too.â
She swallows. âHe can come by. Greek food sounds really good though.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âOkay. Iâll order some. Do you want me to go into the city to get you after work?â
âFuck no. Are you crazy? That would be the worst drive.â
âAre you sure? I donât mind. Clee, I donât wanna-you donât sound like youâre okay.â
She tries to steady her voice. Worrying Jack is the last thing she wants to do. âIâm okay, Jacky. I promise. As long as you have the Greek food ready when Iâm home.â
âYou got it,â Jack softens. âI love you, Clementine.â
âLove you too. Iâll see you later.â
âBye.â
When she finally makes her way back to Hoboken, she feels a bit better. She hears murmured voices right before she unlocks the front door.Â
âHey,â she greets Jack and Nico.Â
Jack barrels over, hugging her tightly with a smile. She involuntarily lets out a relieved sigh. âLucky timing. I just got the food.â
âLovely. Let me just take a quick shower and change and Iâll be right out.â She gives Nico a quick but friendly smile. âHi Nico.â
âHey Clementine.â
âBe right back.â She takes a quick shower and throws on leggings and a UCLA sweatshirt, choosing to let her hair air dry. When she comes back out, food from her favorite Greek place in Jersey that she discovered over the summer is laid out, along with a glass of iced tea. She could cry.Â
âLong day?â Jack asks.Â
She snorts, digging into her grape leaves. âYou could say that. Whatâs been going on with you two?â
Jack knows her well enough by now that this is permission for him to ramble about anything and everything, from the more-than-usual brutal game last night against the Stars to how shitty his fantasy team is doing this week. Clementine just munches on her food while the two hockey players talk amongst themselves, her chiming in every once in awhile. She learns more about the girl Luke is currently on a date with (which isnât saying much, because Jack barely knows anything and Nico knows even less) and complains that none of the brothers tell her these things. She only just found out that Quinnâs in a serious relationship. When Jack tries to protest with that fact sheâs literally been on the other side of the country for the last eight years, she doesnât wanna hear it.Â
She finishes her iced tea. âHow about you, Nico? You got any siblings?â
âUh, yeah. An older brother and an older sister.â
âYou close with them?
âExtremely.â
âDo they tell you who theyâre dating and do you tell them who youâre dating?â
He hesitates. âUsually, yes.â
She gives Jack a pointed look. âSee? Be like Nico.â
Jack snorts. âPlease. If I were more like Neeks, you would have no one to pick on. Nicoâs too perfect.â
She raises an eyebrow, shifting her gaze to Nico and she thinks she sees him blush. Nico clears his throat. âI donât know about that.â
âAlso, never listen to Clee. Iâm her least favorite. She always makes fun of me.â
âNot true,â she shoots back. âYouâre all my favorites.â
âWhat are siblings for if not for humbling you?â Nico asks. âIâm sure if you didnât have Clementine here around growing up, your head would be way bigger than it already is.âÂ
âCaptainâs got a point,â she sings, gathering their trash. She waves both guys away when they reach out to help. âSeasonâs been pretty good so far, right?â
âThought you would be too scatterbrained to be keeping track.â Jack retorts.
âDoesnât mean I donât check the scores when I can.â She says, poking his side. Jack yelps.Â
âYou know what? Maybe you deserve to be her least favorite,â Nico jokes. âYouâre so mean to her.â
âHey!â Jack protests.Â
âThank you, Nico.â Clementine beams. âFinally, someone with sense around here. You gotta come around more.â
âSeasonâs going well, thank you for asking.â Jack sasses. âOh, that reminds me. Trevor asked me if you were gonna come to the game when the Ducks are in town. Demanded, actually. Said that itâs been too long since heâs seen you and that he misses you. Not like you used to get to see him when you were in California or anything.â
She rolls her eyes. âWhen is he in town?â
âSometime in December, I think.â
âThen yeah. Iâll be there. Not like I have a life outside of work anyways, as you always remind me.â
âYou know Zegras?â Nico asks, before shaking his head. âActually, yeah. Of course you do, if you grew up with Jack.â
âNot as well as you might think, though, to be fair.â She says, wanting to assure Nico that he isnât completely wrong. âBy the time Jack got into the development program, I was already out at UCLA. I was out there even before Quinn got into the program. Right at the same time, I guess. But you know, during the summers, wherever Jack is, Trevor usually isnât far behind. Heâs a good kid.â
âClee kinda really is everyoneâs older sister,â Jack says, passing a beer to Nico and a glass of wine to Clementine. âYou should see how much Lukeâs Michigan boys love her. And theyâve literally only met her once. Or never.â
Clementine waves Jackâs comment away. âItâs only because Luke calls me the most out of you three. And heâs my baby! I literally remember holding him when he was born.â
And the rest of the night is like this, as they exchange stories and memories, some sheâs a part of, some sheâs not and just likes listening to. Little mention of her work, which sheâs so thankful for and knows in the back of her head is a purposeful play on Jackâs part.Â
Even though she already wasnât around when Jack left for New Jersey, she worried about him, especially after his tough rookie year. She still remembers the occasional calls sheâd get of him breathing heavily and stumbling over his words and how she could do nothing about it across the country except offer a listening ear and some big sister comfort verbally.Â
But now, watching Nicoâs addicting smile and listening to his soft, comforting voice, sheâs starting to see that Nico stepped up in that role so seamlessly and so well. Itâs no wonder Jack always speaks so highly of his captain. Nico was there, and still is there, when she canât be, whether itâs because sheâs physically so far or just doesnât understand because she isnât a first overall draft pick. Sure, one could argue that itâs the duty of a captain. But she can tell itâs mostly because Nico is a caring guy.
That puts Nico pretty fucking high up in her good graces already.Â
(Clementine retires to bed soon after, not before making sure by text from Luke that heâs safe and good. Once her bedroom door clicks, Jack attacks.Â
âSoâŚthoughts?â
âOn Clementine?â Jack nods and Nico shrugs casually. âSheâs great.â
âCome on, Hisch. You gotta give me more than that.â
âWhat do you want me to say?â Jack makes some sort of vague gesture and Nico sighs. âSheâs quick, smart, funny. Deals with all your shit and you can tell she still loves you a lot. I didnât-I mean, I knew you guys were close. I didnât know you were that close though.â
Jack shrugs. âYeah. Honestly I consider myself as close to her as I am to Luke or Quinn. Sheâs just, you know, been around for so long. It was really hard when she left for college, but sheâs good at keeping in touch, which you know, thank god. Because Iâm not. She came to all our drafts and she always makes the time to call or text, even though I know sheâs busier than all of us combined with school and residency and all that.â Jack leans back into the couch. âItâs interesting to think about. With Clee, no one else except people who are actually close to me know about her, but sheâs just as big a part of my life as my actual brothers. I mean, her momâs the one who bought me the suit for my draft and Clee saved up to gift me the watch I wore with it. I donât know. Itâs interesting that you can think you know so much about someone but youâll probably never get the full picture unless youâre there.âÂ
Nico hums, taking in Jackâs impromptu but astute ramble. âShe ever play?â
âHockey?â Nico nods. Jack snorts. âNah. Soccer was her thing. Was pretty damn good too, if I remember correctly.â The younger boy shifts suddenly to a standing position. âIf you want to know more, ask her yourself, Hischier. Iâm tired. Get out of my apartment.â
Nico rolls his eyes, but stands up anyways. âSee you in the morning.â)
The Devils Friendsgiving rolls around, and with a large bowl of homemade Spinach Artichoke Dip and a couple bags of pita chips, she climbs into the backseat as Jack starts the engine and Luke fiddles with his phone to pull up the directions. She doesnât have to go into the hospital until the afternoon tomorrow, so sheâs looking forward to treating herself to a couple glasses of wine and getting to meet more people. Luke puts some country song on that Jack starts humming as he starts driving. Clementine folds her legs on the seat as her chin rests on her knees, looking out at the window as the trees blur. She kicks the back of Lukeâs seat when one too many country songs play in a row, knowing that they know that she prefers other genres of music. Luke just grunts, before putting on some Noah Kahan and she hums in satisfaction.Â
The Toffoliâs house is spacious, and she shuffles carefully up the steps to the house behind Jack and Luke, careful not to slip on black ice. She slips off her jacket, passing the food off to Luke, before taking it back and walking into the warm home behind the boys. She just smiles and stands to the side as everyone exclaims at their arrival. She grins as Cat embraces her, thanking her for the invite. Cat waves her off and looks absolutely delighted when Clementine sets down the dip. Tyler pours her out a glass of wine and hugs her in greeting.Â
The journey to being a doctor has shaped Clementine to be good at remembering names quickly, which helps her tremendously as Jack bounces around to introduce her to everyone. Everyone is so welcoming and the sprinkle of kids around makes her smile as well. Itâs lovely to see that this team loves hanging out with each other off the ice when theyâre not obligated to. She finds herself chatting withâŚeveryone and is almost surprised but absolutely delighted at how kind everyone is. Some of the wives and significant others donât hesitate to rope her into future plans and their group as a whole and she feels touched. Sheâs not sure how much time and energy sheâll have to go to some of their gatherings, but itâll be nice to have some more familiar faces in the city.Â
Itâs when everyoneâs starting to grab food does she find herself standing next to Nico, who had waved and nodded at her earlier when she walked in. âHey Captain.â
Nicoâs smile is blinding. âLike Iâve said, Nico works just fine.â
She shrugs with a chuckle. âHow have you been?â
He sees her eyeing the potatoes and scoops some on her plate before he grabs some for himself. and she smiles at him in thanks. âNothing new,â he says. âJust you know, playing hockey.â
She snorts. âYeah, I bet. You had a sick goal the other night against theâŚCaps, was it?â
âThank you,â he says as they both head towards two empty seats next to each other at the kitchen island. âYou watch the games?â
âWhen I can. Not as much this season as I used to. It honestly used to be really effective background noise when I studied at school.â
His eyes track to her bracelets. âIâve been wanting to ask you about those.â
âMy bracelets?â
âYeah. You wear them all the time. Is there any significance to them? If youâre comfortable telling me, of course.â He rushes the last sentence, eyes wide.Â
She waves him off with an easy smile, pointing at each one of them as she goes through. âQuinn, Jack and Luke each made me one before I left for college. Gave them to me right at the airport before I went through security. Had me sobbing on practically the whole damn plane ride. I donât wear them to the hospital, really, but otherwise, itâs kinda just habit to put them on at this point.â
âYou love them a lot,â Nico observes.
Clementine just smiles, watching Luke play with one of the kids. âI do. Theyâre good guys to grow up with. But enough of that. Donât think I donât remember the explanation you promised me last time, Nico.â
A playful smile on his lips, Nico finishes chewing his food. âExplanation of what?â
âHow the hell you chose soccer over hockey, when soccer is the best sport, obviously.â
âObviously,â Nico echoes, and her smile widens. âI mean, yeah. Thereâs not much to it. I kinda was good at most sports. I still love watching football, or soccer. My dad used to play professionally, so I still enjoy playing pick up in the summer once in awhile. My brother played hockey, and I wanted to do everything he did. And thenâŚâ
âYou were really fucking good.â She finishes for him.Â
âI guess, yeah. You work with kids, right? Being their doctor?â She nods and he smirks slightly. âEven I know you have to be super smart for that. The journey to being a doctor canât be easy.â
She chuckles a bit, feeling a bit flattered. âIt has its moments. Definitely not the most simple career, by any means.â
âAnything specific withâŚwhat is it called? Pediatrics? I donât really know how specializations work.â
âIâm actually doing an EM/Peds residency right now, which combines training in both the emergency room and pediatric medicine. Thereâs something about kids and the environment of an ER that I really enjoy, so putting those two together is..kinda the dream.â
âYouâre incredible,â Nico says softly. And if she wasnât blushing before, she definitely is now. Or is it the wine? âSeriously. Thatâs some amazing stuff. Is that common?â
âCombining residencies?â He nods. âNo. Actually, NYU is one of the only teaching hospitals in the country thatâs approved for this specific program.â
âSo not only are you smart. Youâre just the best of the best.â
She chuckles a bit and puts food in her mouth so she doesn't have to respond, because what the fuck? Sheâs thankful that Jonas and Nate join and divert their conversation so she can gather herself. Sheâs heard those words from people many times. Nico saying them shouldnât have her stomach fluttering.Â
(Later that evening, Clementine, predictably, finds herself among the moms with young kids, sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, giving them attention and watching them so that their parents can relax a bit more.Â
Sheâs mindlessly talking and playing with Owen, Curtis and Reanneâs 3-year-old son, whoâs at the age where he just loves to babble.Â
Reanne bounces her son on her knee. âThis is Clementine. Can you say Clementine?â
Owen claps his hands. âC-cuh-â
Clementine can tell Owen is getting a little frustrated that he canât pronounce her name. âOwen, you know him?â She points towards Jack, whoâs sitting on the couch a few feet away talking to Nico, Curtis and Jesper. Jack catches them and waves with a big smile as their conversation trickles off.Â
âUnca Jack!â
âThatâs right,â Clementine coos. âWhen Uncle Jack was as small as you, he couldnât say my full name either. So he just called me Clee. Can you say Clee?â
âClee!â Clementine nods excitedly and laughs with Owen as he says it again. âUnca Jack call you Clee?â
âHe sure does. He still calls me Clee. And heâs a big boy now.â
Reanne grins, âIs that true?â
Clementine chuckles. âYeah. Him, Luke and Quinn all called me Clee at one point. The other two donât anymore, but I guess it stuck for Jack.â
Owen grabs one of his stuffed dinosaurs. âI like Unca Jack. He always buys me chocolate.â
All of them laugh as Reanne and Curtis shoot Jack a dirty look. Clementine snorts. âBusted.â Jack at least has the audacity to look a little sheepish as Owen doesnât mind any of them, his attention back to making his dinosaurs fight each other. Owen hops off his motherâs knee and toddles over to sit in between Clementineâs legs, wordlessly passing her a dinosaur.Â
Nicoâs fond smile stays glued to his face as his eyes track Clementine and Owen. Jack takes note.)
âŚ..
Itâs a brisk Tuesday morning in early December, and Clementine is still trying to find her way where she needs to go. She volunteered to spend a few weeks at Newark Beth Israel Medical Center from recommendation by her mentor, since Newark is short a few hands. Sheâll probably get used to the hallways and which floors are what the day before she leaves, but sheâs not complaining. Sheâs still in an ER. Sheâs still working with kids. And she wonât complain about the shorter commute, even if itâs only for a short while.Â
Thereâs a bit of a commotion outside as sheâs making her rounds. Her curiosity causes her to scribble some last quick notes before stepping out of her patientâs room and clicking the door shut quietly so the 7-year-old girl doesnât wake up.Â
âHey Caro,â she stops another resident whoâs walking by. âWhatâs all the commotion?â
Caroline grins. âYou didnât hear? Some of the guys from the New Jersey Devils are stopping by to see the kids. Itâs always a whole day thing thatâs a fun day. Thatâs why Doc told us all to clear our schedules as much as we could today.â
Clementine snorts to herself. No, she didnât hear. âAh. I mustâve not been listening or something.â
Caroline offers her arm. âYou coming?â
âYeah,â she latches on to the shorter girlâs arm. âYou a Devils fan?â
âI grew up in Texas, so to be honest, no.â They both chuckle. âBut the guys are great. And itâs always fun when they come around. The kids have a good time too.â
âI bet,â she says softly.Â
âAre you a Devils fan?â
Sheâs about to open her mouth to try and stumble through an answer, but theyâre suddenly in a conference room and Luke is bounding over to attack her in a hug. âClemmy!â
âHey Lukey.â She pulls away and ignores Carolineâs confused but amused stare. âYou and Jack didnât tell me you were gonna be here.â
âWe didnât?â Jack grins, pulling her into a tight hug. âWell, surprise!â
Clementine just rolls her eyes as she waves at Jesper, Tyler, Dougie and Nico. Nico shoots her a quick wink and she gives him a shy smile before looking away.Â
âSorry,â Jack addresses some of the staff who have been openly eyeing them. âClementine is, uh, basically family. We actually live together, which she loves.â The whole room exclaims softly in understanding. Caroline gives Clementine a look that has her holding back a laugh.
Clementine just puts her head down with a smile and waits for everyone to come into the room for the official welcome. Her pager goes off in the middle so she has to sneak out of the room quietly. She catches Nicoâs eye before leaving and he gives her an imperceptible nod.Â
She tries to keep out of everyoneâs way as the players pop into various rooms to say hi to the kids and their parents. She poses for a few pictures at request from both PR departments, smiling the biggest when the social team asks for a picture of her, Luke and Jack together. Itâs nice to see the kids really happy, and she does stick around in a patientâs room when Luke is reading a story to one of them.
âThe kids like him,â she jumps slightly at Nicoâs voice. He grimaces. âSorry.â
She waves off his apology, staring at the scene. âProbably because heâs practically still one himself. I remember doing this for him when he was that age.â
âYouâre a bit far away from Manhattan.â
âYeah. I volunteered to come out here for a few weeks since they needed extra hands. I should be back at NYU after the new year. Had no idea you guys were gonna be here today. Wouldâve warned everyone how annoying you all were.â
âYou think Iâm annoying?â Nico jokes.Â
âAll hockey players are annoying.â She turns to Nico and flashes a smile. âIâm kidding. Thanks for coming. The kids always love it anytime professional athletes come in to say hey.â
âThe least we can do,â Nico says with a shrug. âItâs probably my favorite event of the year.â
She nudges his shoulder, âI saw you earlier, with little Artie. Youâre not bad with the kiddos either.â
âOh, thanks. Theyâre sweet. Thatâs a big compliment coming from you.â
âWell, itâs a bit different for me when interacting with kids is part of my job,â her smile widens watching as Jude, the patient, is laughing at Lukeâs exaggerated voices. âLetâs leave these two be. Come with me?â
Nico falls into step with her. âWhere we going?â
âI gotta check in on one of our patients, who, if I know her, is probably painting some watercolor landscape while bickering with her sister. Iâm sure your big brown eyes and smile can keep her entertained while I take some of her vitals.â
Clementine stops at a room, knocks twice on a door with a purple and pink sticker-covered name card taped on the front, Lacy spelled out in big block letters. She peeks her head in. âHey. Mind if I come in?â
âDo I have a choice?â The 11-year-old girl sasses. Clementine rolls her eyes, shooting her 17-year-old sister Maisie a quick smile. Maisie just nods in greeting before turning back to her laptop.
âIâm bringing a visitor in here too. Be nice,â Clementine warns. Lacy just keeps painting. She opens the door wider and Nico follows her in. âYou recognize this guy?â
Lacy looks up and snorts, though a small genuine smile appears on her face. âAny hockey fan living in the state of New Jersey would recognize him. Hi Nico.â
âHi Lacy. Itâs nice to meet you. Can I pull up a chair for a second?â
Lacy shrugs. âSure.â Nico shakes Maisieâs hand quickly first before grabbing a chair and sitting by her bedside. Clementine gets started on her notes. âI saw your game the other night. Against the Wild,â Lacy says.
âOh yeah? What did you think?â
âI mean, at least you guys won in overtime. It probably shouldnât have even gone to that point.â
Clementine coughs to hide her laugh, Maisie admonishes Lacy, but Nico just chuckles. âThatâs a fair assessment. You like hockey?â
âYeah. I used to play. Before all this.â
âOh yeah? What position?â
âCenter.âÂ
âThat makes sense. You seem like you like to score goals.â She hums. Out of the corner of Clementineâs eye, she sees the girl offer a brush and a blank piece of paper to Nico. Clementine smiles to herself. Nico takes the brush. âYou got a favorite player on the Devils?â
âDo you just want me to say you?â
âNot if itâs not true.â
Clementine chuckles, âDonât hurt his ego too much, Lace. He might not be able to handle it. One to ten?â
âThree,â Lacy answers in reference to the frequency of pain scale she and Clementine have come up with. âMy favorite is Dawson, by the way. Youâre third on my list.â
âIâll take that,â Nico says with a satisfied smile. âWhoâs second?â
âProbably Jack. Or Haula. It depends on the day.â
Nicoâs eyes light up as Clementine rolls her eyes to herself. âJack, huh? Has Clementine told you that she knows him?â
Lacy stops painting for a second. âWhat do you mean âknows him?ââ
Clementine gives Lacy a cup of water and waits for her to take her pill. âIâve known Jack since he was born. Luke too.â
Lacyâs eyes pop open, and Clementine thinks that she wouldâve mentioned this earlier if she knew that this was the reaction sheâd get. Lacyâs been a hard nut to crack in terms of opening up to her. âReally? Quinnâs one of the best defensemen in the league, in my opinion.â
âIâll be sure to tell him. Heâll appreciate that.â
âPretty cool, right?â Nico remarks, carefully dipping his brush in water.
âSorry I didnât tell you earlier,â Clementine says. âI knew you were a hockey fan. I didnât know you were a Devils fan. Isnât your dad a Rangers fan?â
Nico grimaces automatically as Lacy nods. âYeah, but redâs prettier. And the Devils are better.â
âThatâs right. And donât forget it,â Nico says.Â
âHey, Lace. Dawson isnât here, but do you want me to go find Jack and see if heâs around?â
âSure. I donât have my jersey though and I wanted him to sign it.â
âWeâll send you another one and he can sign that one,â Nico says. Maisie tries to protest but Nico just shakes his head. âItâs no problem at all. Iâll send you mine though. To convince you to move me higher on your list.â
âI mean, I wonât say no to that.â Clementine and Nico just chuckle.Â
âBe right back,â Clementine promises.Â
She closes the door and takes a moment to watch the two. Nicoâs trying to paint some sort of sunset and lets Lacy guide his hand, listening intently as Lacy gives him some artistic advice. Sheâs never seen such softness in someoneâs eyes before as Nico is looking at the young girl. And later, when Nico hands her two tickets for a game in January, itâs the most excited sheâs seen Lacy.
âŚ..
Clementine finds that she has Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off, so the three of them decide to do their own little Christmas Eve celebration â Ellen and Jim are heading to Vancouver to spend the holiday with Quinn and the various family they have out there â before going to Jack and Lukeâs family again on Christmas Day. They ask her if Nico can join them Christmas Eve, before going with them to their familyâs on Christmas Day, since his family canât fly out this time around for the holidays. She immediately agrees, and digs her knitting supplies out from the few unpacked boxes in her closet and stops by the fabric store right by the hospital after work.Â
Later that night, after a game, Luke waves his greeting before stumbling into his room while Jack beelines to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He casts his eyes on Clementine on the couch, Canucks game on quietly in the background and a whole bunch of yarn on her lap, her fingers twiddling around knitting needles.Â
Jack raises his eyebrows. âWhoâs that for?â
âNico.â The lack of response has her raising her eyes away from her needles. âWhat?â
âYou like him, donât you?â
âAs a person, absolutely. Heâs very-â
âFuck off. You know thatâs not what Iâm talking about. You like him. Like, stomach has butterflies and all that shit.â
She puts down her needles with a sigh, âJack-â
âListen, I know youâre just gonna deny it or whatever. Because thatâs what you do. So, Iâm not even gonna bother, but Clee. You could do a whole lot worse than Hisch. And he likes you too, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âJack. Iâm not gonna date your captain.â
âWhy not?â
âBecauseâŚI donât wanna put you or Luke in a weird position.â
âThatâs a dumb excuse. Who cares about that? Certainly not Luke and I.â He comes to sit next to her like an eager puppy. âI swear Iâm not trying to set you up or whatever. Not intentionally at least. And I really wonât push and let it go if you want me to. But Clee, you seem so at ease around him. And itâs obvious that he just likes everything about you. It doesnât have to be serious. But maybe just give it a chance before you just shut it down, okay?â
She nods, taking in his words. âOkay, okay. I will.â
âPromise?â
She rolls her eyes, but clasps her pinky with his. Theyâve always taken their pinky promises very seriously. âI promise.â
Jack grins, his typical easygoing manner right back. âGood.âÂ
After a lazy Christmas Eve morning and afternoon watching holiday movies, drinking hot cocoa and feeling at peace, she, Jack, Luke and Nico put on some Christmas music and make gingerbread cookies to bring the next day. She scolds the brothers as they start flinging flour at each other but she does it with a smile that hurts her cheeks and a heart that feels overwhelmingly full. âSilent Nightâ comes on and to prevent herself from fully bursting into tears, she leaves Luke and Nico to shape the cookies and drags Jack to dance around the kitchen with her. She thinks he understands, as he places a comforting kiss on her forehead, Luke looking on in solemn happiness.
(Nico notices all of their demeanors slightly shift, but he doesnât press.)
At midnight, they all exchange presents under the twinkling lights of their tree. Nico looks surprised when they tell him they all have presents for him, which is funny considering he has presents for all of them. As the youngest, Luke goes first, and his smile is pure ecstasy, as he receives a really nice watch from Nico, new shoes from Jack and a bottle of cologne that she knows heâs been eyeing from Clementine. Jackâs next, as he gleefully reaches for his presents. Nico gifts him a customized Snapback that has Jack tackling his captain in a hug and almost tipping the tree over, and Luke gets him the newest AirPods to hopefully discourage him from âaccidentallyâ putting his through the wash. Clementine gets Jack a nice leather wallet she saw at a vintage shop a few weeks back and he acts surprised that she knows what he likes style wise, as if she didnât practically grow up with him and watch his heinous style turn into something passable.Â
Clementine insists Nico goes next. Jack and Luke get him a joint present of a massive box of assorted Swiss chocolates and Clementine thinks his eyes literally light up, excitedly talking about how you canât get most of them outside of Switzerland. As Clementine hands him her present, Nico only raises his eyebrows at the large bag.Â
âShould I be scared?â
She scoffs, âJust open the bag, Captain.â
They all laugh, Jack and Luke eagerly watching as Nico carefully takes out the tissue paper. Jack laughs in recognition as Luke just shakes his head fondly when Nico pulls out a giant knitted maroon blanket.Â
âI know it seems a bit weird,â Clementine rushes to explain as he unfolds the blanket carefully. âBut basically, when I started going to the boysâ games, I would get really cold sitting in the bleachers. So my mom taught me how to knit and I knitted myself a huge blanket, kinda like this one. The parents all saw me with it and eventually started asking if I would knit some for them. And I did, so itâs kinda a thing I like to do when I have time now. Makes for good presents too.â
Nico looks behind him to a similar looking white blanket draped across the couch. âDid you make that?â
She grins. âYeah. I think that one was the one I gave to Jack right before he left for New Jersey. I know Luke has the one I gave him before he left for Michigan in his room.âÂ
âItâs super warm,â Luke says.
âClee doesnât make these blankets for just anyone,â Jack adds. âShe only just made one for Turcs last year after he had been practically begging her for years.âÂ
Nico folds the blanket back up and reaches over to envelop her in a tight hug. She lets herself rest her head on his shoulder. âThank you,â he says sincerely. âI love it.â
She just smiles, trying to tell her brain to calm the fuck down before she reaches out to grab Jack and Lukeâs (and Quinn, he said to her over the phone this morning) gift for her. She pulls out a photo album and immediately starts sniffling. The first photo on the first page is of her holding Quinn at the hospital right when he was born. Written below, in what she recognizes as Quinnâs handwriting:Â
Clem holding Quinn for the first time. October 15, 1999. Orlando, Florida.Â
She flips through quickly, finding that itâs photos of her and all of the brothers throughout the years, before closing it and taking a deep breath. âIâll have to look at this more carefully later when I can cry by myself in my room. Fuck. How long did this take you guys?â
âWe got the idea when you told us you were moving in, but we really got to put it together over the summer,â Luke says. âIt was also fun getting Mom and Maeve to dig up some of the pictures.âÂ
She wipes her eyes before giving them both individual, loving hugs and sweet kisses on their cheeks. âThank you.â Itâs not enough. Nothing will ever be enough. But she hopes they understand.Â
âWell, I donât know how I can follow that up,â Nico jokes softly.Â
âStop,â she scolds him lightly, taking the wrapped box from his hands. She rips the paper ungracefully and opens the box. In the box are light pink scrubs. When she unfolds the shirt, she sees tiny bluebells adorning the right side, with her initials in delicate white cursive on the right.Â
Nico scratches the back of neck. âJacky mentioned that pinkâs your favorite color and I had Luke sneak into your closet one time when you were at work to grab me your measurements. My sister does embroidery for fun so, uh, yeah.â
She has to bite the inside of her bottom lip from smiling too widely. She already knows itâs going to be her favorite set. Before she can think too hard about it, she practically launches herself into his arms, half in his lap as Nico lets out a surprised grunt but easily catches her. She holds on a bit longer, even placing a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling away.Â
âThank you. I love them.â
(Jack and Luke exchange the most obvious look, yet somehow both Clementine and Nico miss it)Â
The next day, they make the hour-long drive. Clementine calls shotgun, and has her feet curled up under her, white sweater stretched over her hands as Jack hums along to the Christmas music playing softly in the background. Nico insisted on getting flowers, which is all too much, but she, Jack and Luke are also bringing two bottles of some really fucking good wine so maybe theyâre all on the same page. Theyâre the last ones to arrive, the house already filled with familial chatter, football on the TV, snacks on the kitchen island and alcohol free flowing. She watches as Nico is embraced like heâs been around for his whole life, even though realistically, heâs maybe only met a few of them in passing when theyâve come to a game. Geegs calls him handsome after .4 seconds of seeing him and she, Jack and Luke all snicker watching his cheeks turn red. It seems like it takes not even three minutes for him to charm every single damn person, especially when he gives Lara the flowers.Â
Clementine immerses herself in the cheer of holiday and family, happily answering anyone when sheâs asked about her residency. She answers questions about itâs like living with the âterrible twoâ with ease and laughter, because as much as she likes to give them shit, itâs honestly been one of the best times of her life.
Inevitably, because she might not have their last name but has been part of the family for years, she gets a few questions about her love life, or lack thereof. Lara always jokes that if the stars were slightly different, her and Quinn â or maybe even Jack â couldâve ended up together. And Clementine agrees, because those two boys are so lovely and she knows them so well and loves them so much, but the stars are the way they are, and nothing will ever happen romantically between her and any Hughes brother.Â
Romance hasnât really ever been seriously in the cards for Clementine, which is partially self inflicted. She had something in college that lasted for over two years, but since then, nothing has stuck. Sheâs always used the excuse of school and now residency, and itâs somewhat true. But even she knows sheâs running out of excuses for herself.Â
As her eyes flit over to Nico, whoâs across the room talking to Luke and Ben, one of their cousins, looking so fucking soft in his gray crewneck and dark washed blue jeans, hair too fluffy and the most heartwarming smile on his face, she tells herself to get it together.Â
After over two decades of being around hockey boys, she canât be developing a crush on the captain of the New Jersey Devils.Â
âŚ..
On the morning of New Yearâs Day, Clementine tries her best to go about the kitchen quietly to make her breakfast, only to find Jack and Luke already there, sipping on their coffees.Â
âMorning boys.â
âMorning Clemmy.â
âHappy new year!â
âHappy new year,â she yawns. âMorning skate?â
âWeâre skipping.â Her eyebrows shoot up and Luke just gives her a look. âCâmon, Clemmy. Weâre not letting you do this alone.â
She swallows and her voice cracks. âYou guys remembered?â
âClee,â Jack says with a sympathetic smile. âOf course we did.âÂ
Before she can control it, her eyes water and she sniffles. Luke comes up and pulls her to his side, allowing her to momentarily bury herself into his sweatshirt as she tries to gather herself. Above her head, Luke and Jack share a look as Jack wordlessly grabs a thermos from the cabinet and fills 3/4 of it with coffee, topping it off with oat milk. Clementine pulls away and rubs at her eyes.Â
Jack smiles at her. âPicked up some croissants from downstairs we can eat on the way. The florist should be open by now.â
âYeah, yeah. Okay,â she turns to Luke again and pulls him into a real hug. She only forces herself to pull away so she can give Jack one too, before going to her room to change.Â
They stop by the florist downstairs and she picks out a bouquet of fresh daisies. She watches Luke mull over his options before choosing the white lilies as Jack automatically reaches for the pink peonies. He also cradles a bouquet of sunflowers, and when she gives him a confused look, he just smiles.
(âFrom Quinn. He specifically requested sunflowers.â
Clementine bites her lip, nodding, the image of toddler Quinn almost yanking the sunflowers in the yard in front of her childhood home before her dad stopped him and explained how flowers grow passing through her mind.)
The drive to the cemetery doesnât take too long. They may be driving in from a different direction than sheâs used to, but somehow, itâs like her body knows exactly where sheâs going. Once they arrive, she quietly directs them to the right hill and she takes a sip of her coffee before opening the car door. She tries to take the flowers from Lukeâs hands but he just softly tells her heâs got it. Sheâs a step ahead of the two as she leads them to the correct place.Â
She smiles as she comes close, seeing the semi-fresh bouquet of roses she knows her mother mustâve placed there three days prior, 28 years to the day they got married. She watches as Luke carefully sets down all their flowers, and she bends down to help him arrange them in a pretty way as Jack unfolds the large blanket. They all sit down and stare at the stone.Â
in loving memory of
Miguel Alejandro Sandoval
April 3, 1968 - January 1, 2015
beloved son, uncle, friend, husband and father
As she starts talking softly, some of her words floating away with the slight breeze, Jack hastily grabs her hand with his and intertwines their fingers tightly as Luke adjusts his long limbs so that his head is in her lap. She uses her other hand to play with his curls and takes a shaky breath as Jack places his head on her shoulder. She talks about how sheâs back east now and how much she loves residency and how fun itâs been to live with Jack and Luke and how Quinn is captain of the Canucks now and how her mom, Ellen and Jim are doing well. She talks like sheâs chatting with her dad over homemade paella on a Sunday morning, rather than in the eerie peacefulness of Flower Hill Cemetery, which is five miles away from the house he grew up in. Jack and Luke donât say anything, but she doesnât expect them to. Sheâs just grateful theyâre here with her.Â
When theyâre about to leave, the two boys request a few minutes without her and she just smiles, kissing her hand and touching the stone before walking away. She sits in the car and waits, watching as Luke leans his head on Jackâs shoulder. After six minutes, theyâre all on their way back to Hoboken.Â
After lunch, Jack and Luke head over toâŚone of their teammateâs places to watch whatever football game is on. They ask, more than once, if Clementine wants to join, but she denies. They both then insist on staying, but she overrules them and practically shoves them out the door, promising that sheâll be okay and that sheâll see them later.Â
Around an hour later, sheâs finishing up prepping some pasta salad for the week ahead when thereâs a knock at the door. She hums to herself, confused. Sheâs not expecting anyone who doesnât have a key to the place. She swings open the door.Â
âNico?â She smiles, albeit confused. âUh, Hi. Jack and Luke arenât here.â
âI know. I just saw them.â Sheâs still confused, but she goes to the side to allow him to come in, closing the door behind him. He slips off his shoes and clears his throat. âHappy new year.â
âHappy new year. Not that Iâm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?â
âI just..I was at Nateâs,â Ah, so thatâs where they went. âAnd Jack and Luke came in and we were all bummed you werenât coming and asked why. They didnât say much, if thatâs what youâre worried about. But I, you know, as captain or whatever, asked them if everything was okay and they said it was and I asked if you not being there had anything to do with why they skipped practice this morning and you know them, especially Jack. Heâs such a shitty liar. He just said that it may be a hard day for you today, and I wanted to see if you were okay.â
Clementine isnât offended, by any means. Too much time â nine years worth of it â has passed for her to feel any animosity of any sort about a touchy thing like this, especially when itâs just Jack and Luke looking out for her. She just smiles, reaching out a hand to take Nicoâs coat. âIâm okay. But if you really want to know, itâll take a bit of time. Iâm giving you an out, Cap. It is New Yearâs Day.â
âI want to know everything about you,â he says, walking further into her place. Sheâll have to unpack that one later.Â
âTea or coffee? Or whatever disgusting protein shake Lukey has in the fridge?â
Nico snorts, settling himself down on the coach with the comfortability of someone who lives here. Then again, Clementine is reminded, as he unfolds the white knitted blanket, that Nicoâs known the layout of this apartment longer than she has. âCoffee, please. Black is fine.â
âAbysmal,â she remarks, pouring out a cup for him and herself. She sets them down on the coffee table before smiling at him. âBe right back.â She goes into her room to dig through her bookshelf for a specific photo album that she only cracks open during January 1 of every year. It doesnât take long before she paddles back to the living room, placing the album next to her coffee. She sits a respectable distance from Nico, but tucks herself under the blanket anyway. She watches him sip his coffee for a few moments.
âWe were at the cemetery this morning. Thatâs why Jack and Luke asked to skip morning skate. We were visiting my dad. He died nine years ago today. Cancer,â she says, like sheâs recalling a medical fact she read in her textbook. âHe was, god, my best friend, really. And the best person, in my completely biased opinion. But maybe not. Miguel Sandoval, everyone used to say â still says â had a heart of gold and a smile as bright as the sun. He loved being outside. Worked as an environmental engineer. He loved chocolate ice cream. He hated mosquitos, always cursed them out in Spanish during the summer just to make me and my mom laugh. He always kicked the ball around in the backyard with me, even after an exhausting day at work. He made the best paella, made it pretty much every Sunday. God, he really did light up every room he walked into. He loved my mom. Loved me. And we loved him. Love him.â She reaches for the album and offers it to Nico, who slowly starts flicking through the pages. She looks on with him at the photos. âMy mom, Maeve, and Ellen, Luke and Jackâs mom, played soccer at UNH together and just kept in touch throughout the years. My mom and dad met at UNH too. And then Ellen met Jim, and the four of them were so, so tight, Iâve been told. Double dates, all of that.â She smiles, looking at her mom and dadâs wedding photos. âEllen was my momâs maid of honor, and my mom was hers. They always like to remind me that I was in my momâs stomach when Ellen and Jim got married. Anyways, I was 18 when he died, so looking back, Iâm grateful that I even had that many years with him, but at the same time, it felt so short. 100 years wouldnât have been enough time with him.â
âHe sounds like an amazing man,â Nico says softly.Â
Clementine smiles with him. âHe was. Itâs easier now. Nine years is a long time. But during the few years after, it was really hard. I felt really guilty going to UCLA just months after he died. Was about to throw it away and go somewhere close to home instead, but my mom insisted, knowing it was my dream school. I felt guilty leaving her across the country, in a fucking different country, but it did help that she had people around to support her. Itâs still not easy. This time of the year is always pretty hard on me. And itâll never really go away. But time does heal.â
She takes a sip of coffee to gather her thoughts, as Nico continues perusing the album, laughing at some and cooing at others when the Hughes brothers start making an appearance. They stop at a picture of her father holding Luke right when he was born in the hospital, Jim proudly smiling in the background and young Jack and Quinn looking on. âMy dad loved the boys and I donât even think saying he loved them captures 1% of it. Those boys were his boys. If I didnât have soccer games or practices, he was tagging along to all their hockey stuff after work and on the weekends. He didnât know jackshit about the sport at first, but he eventually learned the ins and outs of the game because he wanted to support them. Did Jack ever tell you why he chose 86? Or why Luke chose 43?â
âI think Jack just said it was a family number or something,â Nico says. âDidnât go much into it.â
âMy dadâs birthday is April 3. 43. I think all of them wore it during their first year at the program. And then Quinn and Luke decided to go back to it in college and beyond, obviously. 43 doubled is 86, of course, but my dad, who was also a middle child, used to say Jackâs personality was so big and bold that it doubled his siblingsâ. The boys loved him just as much as he loved them.â By now, the tears are gushing down her cheeks. âSometimes, I think that the three of them took the loss harder than I did. He never got to see them play for their country. He never got to see them get drafted. He never got to witness their first points in the show. And fuck, my dad wouldâve cheered so loud. Wouldâve been so proud. Probably is so proud, wherever he is. But, you know, during the big moments, and the little ones, we all know heâs there. I just know he is.â
âHe is.â
She calms herself down a bit and chuckles. âSorry, I know itâs a lot.â
âNo, no.â They shift closer to each other and she leans into him as he puts an arm around her shoulder. âItâs not a lot. I-thank you. For telling me all of this. Thank you for trusting me.â
Clementine just shrugs, but the weight of her shoulders feels heavy. âIâve never felt the need to justify to others what the Hughes family means to me, but telling people aboutâŚthis usually gives them some context. I frankly donât know if I wouldâve survived and gotten through it without them. Itâs more than just family friends at this point. Itâs family, but itâs also something so much more. I get reminded everyday how lucky I am to have them.âÂ
(She swallows, thinking back to her ex-somethings that couldâve been something more had they not let their insecurities show after finding out how three of her closest friends are not just guys, but nationally scouted hockey players, thinking back to a splattering of girls who she thought were her friends but subtly changed their attitudes when they tried to get Clementine to put a good word in, thinking back to some who brushed aside her own accomplishments to fixate on her pseudo-brothersâ careers. Sheâs never directly mentioned it to any of the boys. Itâs not their burden to worry about. But even if they arenât as smart as her, she thinks they have an idea)
Nico nods. She thinks he may understand, weirdly enough, despite the different circumstances. It seems like Nico just understands a lot. Nico smiles, setting the album back down gently on the table in front of them. âYour ability to love greatly. Your natural protectiveness. Did that come from your dad?â
âYeah, actually. I love my mom, of course. But sheâs always been more of the tough love parent. I think the protectiveness was more of just the situation I was put in, being the oldest out of all of us and also an only child. But the loveâŚa lot of people who knew my dad say weâre very similar in that aspect. So thank you. Iâll take it as a compliment. That means a lot to me.â
She busies herself and sips on her coffee. Nico clears his throat. "You can feel free to tell me to fuck off, but I justâŚdid your dadâs situation influence you to want to become a doctor?â
âSorta. I kinda always knew that I wanted to do something in science, but it definitely solidified when he died. I did think about going the oncologist route, a doctor that deals with cancer, but I ultimately decided that it hit too close to home. I-Iâd like to think that in a profession thatâs dedicated to trying our best to save lives, that I have a perspective on death that helps me more than harms me. Helps the patient and their family more too, hopefully.â
âThatâs an extremely mature way to look at it.â
âJesus, Cap. Way to make me feel old. Iâm only 26, you know.â
âWith all the stuff youâve gone through, youâre probably more emotionally, like, 37.â Well, he kinda has a point. âBut seriously though. What a beautiful perspective.â
âI appreciate that a lot, thank you.â She snuggles more into the blanket, and therefore, closer to Nico. âBet you didnât think youâd get this to start off your year.â
She feels the ghost of his lips press to her hair and hopes he doesnât feel her racing heart. âPerhaps not. But Iâm pretty content with how itâs going so far.â
âŚ..
For Nicoâs birthday, Clementine asks Emilia, whoâs Swiss, what some traditional Swiss desserts are. After getting a recipe for a semi-complicated cake from Emilia from her mother, she gets to work.
She makes two cakes, or Zuger Kirschtorte, the larger one for Nico and the smaller one for her, Luke and Jack. It takes a good chunk of her evening, but she makes it a whole thing, putting on the Devils vs Caps game, measuring ingredients and going back towards her laptop to make sure sheâs following the recipe correctly. Sheâs momentarily grateful that both boys arenât here, partially so they donât distract her in case she fucks up but mostly so they donât start teasing her. She knows they will eventually, but she would rather hold it off as long as possible.Â
The cake turns out really good, which is a bit surprising. Clementineâs always liked baking, but sheâs not amazing at it. She carefully puts the larger cake in a disposable container, setting it on the counter to give it to Jack and Luke to give to Nico tomorrow morning, putting the smaller one in the fridge. Before she sleeps, she places a sticky note on the lid, âdo not touch or iâll kill youâ written out in all capital letters.
(The next morning, Nico smiles when he sees that Clementine had sent him a short text reading âHappy Birthday Cap!! Enjoy your day :)â When Jack walks into the locker room, cake in his hand and beelining towards him, heâs confused.Â
âSpecial delivery for the birthday boy,â Jack says with a knowing smile.Â
Nico furrows his eyebrows. âFrom who?â
Jack nods to the card taped to the top of the lid. âRead the card and find out.â
Nico sets the cake beside him carefully as Jack practically skips to his stall. He ignores what he feels like are multiple eyes on him as he opens the card. He feels his throat dry up.Â
Captain,Â
Happy birthday!! Itâs always a joy seeing and talking to you, so thank you for bringing that into my time in Jersey so far. I tried my best with the cake, so forgive me if it isnât perfect, but I hope it brings you a sense of home.Â
With love,Â
Clementine
Nico takes a closer look at the cake and does a double take, before shooting her a quick text of gratitude and carefully putting it into his locker. Hours later, when he finally gets to try it, he closes his eyes in happiness, savoring the taste of a dessert his grandma used to make all the time when he was younger and thinks about the girl who made it.Â
Two days later, when Clementineâs at The Rock to see all Hughes brothers together on the ice as the Devils take on the Canucks, heâs hoping to catch a glimpse of her afterwards. After getting a hattrick, heâs on a high and heâs hoping even more to get a chance to see her afterwards.
He comes out of the locker room, tired but happy, and first sees Ellen Hughesâs unmistakably bright smile. He greets her politely, grin widening as she pulls him into a motherly hug. He shakes Jimâs hand before Clementine practically jumps onto him, congratulating him on his hat trick with a happy squeal. He canât help but laugh and squeeze her just a bit tighter before letting go and ruffling Lukeâs hair.Â
âHey,â he lowers his voice so only Clementine can hear. âThank you. For the cake. You really didnât have to. It was delicious.â
âReally?â She says, tucking her hair behind her ears and bouncing on her toes. âOh, Iâm so glad you liked it!â
âHow did you-where did you get the recipe?â
âOne of my friends from the hospital is Swiss. I asked her, and she got it from her mom.â
All Nico can do is blink, because heâs so fucking touched that someone would go out of the way like that. He takes a second to look at Clementineâs beautiful smile and takes a deep breath. âI really appreciate it. Thank you.â
She just beams. Nico wants to bottle it up.Â
Right as heâs slipping into bed that night, he checks his texts one last time, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees a text from Luke from four minutes ago. Itâs a Twitter link. Confused, Nico clicks on it. Itâs a short clip of the broadcast from the game earlier, after he had scored his hattrick. It shows him celebrating on the ice, then pans the bench, fans, before panning to the Hughes family box. He smiles, watching as everyone cheers, but he immediately notices Clementine, in Quinnâs Canucks jersey nonetheless, jumping out of her seat first and raising her arms in excitement, clapping and shouting and smiling.
As heâs watching the video again, Luke sends another text.Â
Luke Hughes
Ask her out alreadyÂ
Iâm getting impatient
Nico just dislikes the second text. He watches the video one more time before shutting off his phone.)
âŚ..
Residency keeps Clementine crazy busy the next few weeks, that even though she wants to go to more games, sheâs either working or too tired to drag herself to The Rock. She barely can keep her eyes open even when she puts a game on the TV, and is always fully asleep before Quinn and the Canucks on the west coast even take the ice.Â
But finally, on a cold Saturday, on their day off, she drags Emilia along to see the Devils face the Canadiens. Itâs a plus that she gets to see Cole again, because Cole has the ability to always put a smile on her face.Â
Additionally, itâs a noon game, which is super rare. And Clementine takes that as a chance to host a small little thing at their place afterwards with an open invite to any of the players â on both teams â and their families. She canât keep track of who knows who in the small world of professional hockey. Sheâs getting some of her residency friends to come too.Â
If she has the energy and time to host something, sheâll do it. She used to love hosting in college and med school, even if it was just something as simple as a potluck. Sheâs aware itâs the middle of the season and they canât go crazy, but she loves filling her home with love and conversation.Â
Right after the game, she and Emilia both bolt out of there, Clementine momentarily thankful that they coincidentally parked close to the entrance so she could fight her way out of the lot within a decent time. Luckily, a lot of significant others offered to bring something or pick something up, so she and Emilia donât have to prepare that much. Once they reach the apartment, Emilia helps Clementine out with her giant charcuterie board before taking out the tray of lemon squares she had made the night before and starting to cut them.Â
Soon enough, everyone trickles in seemingly one after the other and Clementine is bustling around, making her rounds. She practically pounces on Cole, smiling at the sight of his smile and demanding him to catch her up on everything.Â
Sheâs so busy mingling that she forgets to pour herself a glass of wine even though the bottles have already been opened. She doesnât really realize it until she feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see Nico with a smile paired with a glass of wine in his hand.Â
âFor you,â Nico says softly. Somehow, it stands out above the loudish volume chatter in the apartment. âGot the last of it in that glass. Figured you might want some.â
She accepts the glass with a grateful smile. âThanks, Cap. This one is one of my favorites.â
âI figured,â he says. She raises an eyebrow. He smiles a bit shyly. âOn Christmas, you brought two bottles of that when we went to see Jack and Luke, and well, your, family. And Iâve seen at least one bottle of it at the apartment every time Iâve gone in recently and I know for a fact that Luke doesnât like wine and Jack doesnât know a shitty one from a good one.â
She snorts. âYouâd think that allowing them to sneak some from my glass at family dinners for so long wouldâve given them some taste. Instead, Luke has decided that a shitty beer is always his go-to and Jackâs go-to drink is a margarita like a psychopath.â
Nico chuckles, amused. âBashing on Lukeâs drink of choice is fair, even if I donât agree, but what do you have against margaritas?â
âMany of my not-so-great moments in college have started with tequila,â she says with a shudder. âEven the smell of it makes me want to throw up these days.â
He laughs as she sips on her lovely wine. âParty animal back at college?â
âI wouldnât say so. But work hard, play hard was the motto for a lot of my friends, and I wasnât always strong enough to ward away their pleas.â She nods at him. âHow about you? Is your drink of choice actually beer or are you normal?â
âIâm not picky. Beerâs pretty huge back home, though. So itâs what will usually be shoved in your hand whether you like it or not.â
âI went to Zurich two years ago for a friendâs wedding. It might be the most beautiful place Iâve ever been to.â
âZurichâs great,â Nico smiles, his eyes flashing in a way she hasnât seen before. âThe whole country. Itâs beautiful. Itâs home. Thereâs nothing like home.â
âYou miss it during the season? Or are you used to it by now?â
âMostly used to it. It makes it all the more special when I do go back in the summer, you know? Also, itâs nice to have Siegs, Schmido and Timo here. A little taste of home even though weâre so far from it. Remind me again where home is for you? Toronto, right? Or Michigan?â
She chuckles. âItâs tricky. I grew up in Toronto, but my mom lives in Boston now. And you know, I was out in California for so long. So Toronto, but also Massachusetts, but also California? I donât really know. But Iâm also going to be in Jersey for the next four-ish years at least, so right now, itâs New Jersey.â
âAnd youâre happy with that?â
Clementine looks around the apartment with a giddy smile. âIf itâs gonna look something like this, I think so.âÂ
âClem!â She turns her head to see Cole bouncing towards her. He halts quickly though. âSorry! I didnât mean to interrupt.â
âYouâre good, man.â Nico says, shooting one last smile at Clementine. âEnjoy the wine.â
âThanks for getting it for me.â He nods once and gives a friendly pat to Coleâs shoulder before walking towards the living room.Â
Cole looks between Nicoâs retreating back and Clementine, a mischievous smile growing on his lips. She narrows her eyes. âI donât like that smile, Coley. What do you want?â
âNothing! Itâs a lovely little thing you have here. Thanks for inviting me.â
âAnytime. You looked great out there earlier.â
Cole puffs out his chest a bit and she refrains from rolling her eyes. âYou think?â
âWell, Iâm not an analyst. Or a coach. Or an expert of the game of hockey in any way. So take all my opinions with a grain of salt.â
âSure,â he says, leaning his hip on the counter behind him. âBut with the amount of hockey games youâve watched in your lifetime combined with how much youâve been surrounded by it all your life, Iâd say you could give even the best analysts at The Athletic a run for their money.â
âNot by choice,â she grunts.Â
Cole just smiles. His default expression, which Clementine canât help but just adore. âSure, Clem. Sure.â
âYouâre being weird. What do you want?â
âFor years youâve been around hockey players. For years youâve been around them flirting with you. And you finally crack because of the Swiss captain?â
She plops a few nuts in her mouth. âWhatever Jack and Luke have been feeding you, ignore it. You should know better.â
âTheyâre not feeding me anything, thank you very much!â She gives him a skeptical look. Cole, like the weakling he is, cracks. âOkay, maybe they have. But Iâm also not blind, Clem. Hischierâs well-liked in the league. I think you two would be good together.â
She points at him playfully. âIt is not your job to be thinking about these things.â
âThen whose is it?â He shoots back, playful smile still on his face but with a more serious tinge on the edges. âClem, weâre not 16 anymore. Give us some credit. Let us matchmake a little.â
She snorts. âWith love, absolutely fucking not. I know Jack has this fantasy in his head that Iâll date his captain and itâll be all great, but he needs to chill.â
âHe told you that?â
âMore or less. Heâs not subtle.â
Cole shrugs. âIâm not pushing, Clem. Iâm not Jack or, even worse, Trevor. But just, I donât know. Maybe itâs not just a fantasy in Jackâs mind. He adores Nico. And you know he thinks the world of you. Maybe he actually sees something there. I donât think heâd encourage it so much or fuck around with that just to fuck around. Youâre some of the most important people in his life.âÂ
Clementine sneaks a look at Nico, whoâs literally just existing, and she canât help but smile. At the sight of his smile. At the sight of him talking to Emilia. At the possibilities. But she turns back to Cole with a dimmer smile. âI donât know, Coley. Itâs not that-Nicoâs amazing. Heâs honestly just soâŚgood. I donât think he has a manipulative bone in his body. I just feel like I come with so much baggage, you know? No oneâs gonna want that.âÂ
Cole makes a noise in his throat. âOkay, first of all. Itâs not baggage. Itâs life. Everyone comes with some sort of baggage, so thatâs stupid. Second of all, you have so many people who already love you despite the âbaggage.â Whatâs adding one more person to that list?âÂ
She just hums. Cole offers her a smile, before switching topics to the Taylor Swift concert he went to last summer, which she knows heâs bringing up just to rile her up.
âŚ..
On April 3, Clementine wakes up for work, to see that Jack and Luke are already awake, much to her surprise. She looks to the kitchen island and sees a plate of blueberry pancakes. She smiles sadly â her dad used to always make blueberry pancakes for breakfast if the boys were over. She doesnât say anything and just hugs them both tightly as they all dig in. She has to run to work, and kisses them both on the cheek before heading out, promising to see them tonight.
After her shift ends, Clementine ducks into the staff bathroom to change. No jersey this time, but a cropped black Devils crewneck she cut herself with skinny jeans. She bids farewell to her coworkers before swiping her keycard and hopping on the train to Madison Square Garden. Sheâs meeting up with Emilia, who had the day off, and her husband Tony to watch the Devils take on the Rangers.
Sheâs grown to love The Rock, but going to a game at Madison Square Garden is pretty cool, even if she gets playfully chirped by Rangers fans multiple times as she walks in. She happily sips on her rum and coke, chatting with Emilia and Tony as she sees the seats slowly fill with blue. Hockey is always fun to watch, but she hasn't been to a game yet that has a rivalry quite like this one.Â
As the game starts and she naturally gets into it, she finds herself having a moment where she wishes her father was in the empty seat next to hers. Luke scores a goal, and for a split second, her fingers itch to reach out to hug him as if he was there. She shakes it off and just keeps cheering and playfully getting up in Emilia and Tonyâs faces while trying not to spill her second rum and coke for the night. Seeing the 43 on Lukeâs jersey makes her emotional and she bites her lip to keep herself together.
Afterwards, after a tough 2-1 loss, she bids Emilia and Tony goodnight as she tries to find the path to the locker rooms, even though she always insists that she doesnât need an all-access pass or whatever, especially at an away game. But Jack and Luke always insist (âWeâre literally all going to the same place after anyways. And this one is at MSG. We gotta make sure you havenât been injured by their fans.â) and sheâs learned to pick her battles with them.Â
Itâs a nice enough night out, so she decides to wait outside instead of inside the hallway, texting Jack and Luke that sheâs outside the exit. She ends up chatting with Jared, one of the guys on their equipment team, about how his daughter is just about to finish her first year of med school at UMass before the doors swing open. As usual, she gives Luke and then Jack comforting hugs, kissing their cheeks and ruffling their hair. Various members of the team start trickling out and she greets them all with smiles, chuckling softly as Dawson wraps her in a tight hug.Â
Since MSG is decently close to Newark (without traffic, that is, which is practically impossible for New York City), a lot of the guys drove together to come to the arena this morning. So she watches as they debate whoâs getting in whose car, since apparently it has to be different from this morning because of who lives where and a bunch of factors Clementine doesnât understand. As long as sheâs getting home somehow, she doesnât care.Â
Sheâs tuned them out so it takes Jack calling her name twice for her to pay attention. âSorry. Whatâs up?â
âDo you mind riding with Neeks?â Jack says, waving his hand around. âWe have a bigger car and itâs easier if we drop off Nate, Holtzy and-â
âYeah, yeah. Itâs fine,â she turns to Nico. âYou sure you have room? I can always just take the train back.â
Nico snorts, âJack and Luke would kill me if I had you going back on the train this late. I have plenty of room in my car. Iâm just taking Bratter back.âÂ
âOnly if youâre sure,â she says, before nodding at Jack and Luke. âSee you both at home.â
(She misses the look that the boys all give Nico)
She insists that Jesper take the front seat, practically shoving him and quickly climbing into the back, making Nico laugh. Somehow, the traffic in Lincoln Tunnel is bearable and theyâre in Jersey City in just over half an hour. Clementine hops out to give Jesper a hug once they reach his place before sliding into the passenger seat.Â
Nico hands her the aux cord, as Jesper had been auxing earlier. She gives him a look. âAre you sure?â
He looks behind him before pulling back on the road. âWhy wouldnât I be?â She hums in response, satisfied, before shuffling one of her playlists. âWhen do you have to go into work tomorrow?â
âUh, not until after lunch.â
âPerfect. Are you hungry?âÂ
âA bit actually, yeah.â
âWanna grab a quick bite to eat and maybe a drink? I know a place thatâs pretty close to here.â
She looks at the side of his face with a smile. âYeah,â she says softly. âThat sounds great.â
Nico catches her eye quickly, and smiles back. âOkay, great. Yeah.â
Within 10 minutes, Nico parks his car in the parking lot of a beer garden. Itâs lively, but not crowded enough to overwhelm her. The outside patio is beautiful, and Nico just looks behind her with an encouraging smile. Without thinking, she grabs his hand and they walk in.Â
He confidently strolls up to the bar, greeting the bartender, who seems to recognize him and greets him with a friendly handshake, causing her to let go of his hand. The bartender, Adam, he introduces himself as, is already filling up a pint of beer for Nico as he asks her what she wants to drink. She orders herself a rum and coke. He asks if Nico wants âhis usualâ for the food order and Nico nods, also adding something else that he says too fast for Clementine to decipher. But Adam just nods, before saying heâll put the order in and goes to prepare their drinks.Â
âYou come around here often?â
Nico shrugs. âI guess. A bunch of the boys do. Itâs a good place to hang out and grab some food.â They both grab their drinks and Nico leads her to the outdoor patio with his hand hovering over her back.
She slides into her seat, putting her hair up and taking a sip of her drink. âIâm sorry about the loss.â
âItâs not the end of the world, since weâve already clinched playoffsâŚâ
âBut it still sucks?â She finishes for him. He nods, and she offers a sympathetic smile. âI get it, especially against the Rangers, Iâm sure. But you guys still skated really well.â
âThanks.â He smiles over his glass. âHow was your day?â
Clementine blinks repeatedly, her throat suddenly feeling rough. Itâs more likely that heâs just asking to be polite, but the fact that after a tough loss, heâs interested and cares enough to even ask. He must notice something shift in her eyes because he softens, hands itching to grab hers. She does the job for him, grabbing his hand probably too quickly. But before she can think too much on it, he loosely intertwines their fingers on the table.Â
She clears her throat. âHonestly, not the best. Ending on a good note though.â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â
She chuckles weakly. âWould you even wanna hear it?â
âOf course I would.â
She finds nothing but sincerity in his eyes. She takes another sip of her drink. âOne of the our cancer patientâs chemo results came back ineffective, which is justâŚso fucking shitty. Docs aren't deterred though and they talked with the kidâs parents today about targeted therapies which is goodâŚâ she trails off with a shrug. âJust being in the room as they broke the news, itâŚI donât know. Itâs always tough. Had me thinking.â
âBack to your own dad?â Nico asks carefully.Â
Clementine nods, surprised that he remembered. Before she can respond, their food comes and her stomach is happy seeing the large tray of loaded fries in front of them. They dig in for a moment and she nods. âYeah.â
âDo you do anything special to celebrate? For his birthday?â He asks.Â
âNothing really set in stone. I always try to do something, whether itâs watch his favorite movie or listen to his favorite songs. Something small and personal. Iâm usually not in town to visit his grave, but my mom tries to go. He used to always make blueberry pancakes, so Jack and Luke made some this morning, which was sweet.â
âJack and Luke know how to make pancakes?â
She snorts. âIâm just as surprised as you are. Yeah, so nothing crazy. Called my mom during my lunch break just to make sure she was all good.â
âWhat does she do?â
âSheâs a teacher. 5th grade. So 10 and 11 year olds. She loves it. All the teachers have their own little group. She has her summers off to travel and spend time with family and friends.â Clementine pulls out her phone, quickly finding a picture in her camera roll of her and mom earlier this year at her graduation. âGood old Maeve. Irish to the core and proud of it, yet still can curse you out in Spanish pretty well. Says that that was one of the first things my dad taught her when they were in college.â
Nico laughs. âI still automatically switch to Swiss-German when I wanna curse and chirp. It takes a couple of seconds to translate to English in my head. But sometimes it just sounds so much better in Swiss-German that I wish people could understand.â
âDo you think in Swiss-German still, or do you think more in English?â
âIt depends. I would say day to day, definitely Swiss-German. But if Iâm at the rink and Iâm, you know, talking to the team and stuff, usually English. Iâve trained myself in games to think pretty much in English now, since itâs so fast. But if Iâm tired, my brain just switches back to Swiss-German.â
âThat makes sense.â
âDo you speak any other languages?âÂ
She wipes her fingers on her napkin. âI speak enough Spanish to be able to get by, though itâs not as great as it used to be. Apparently I was fluent as a child.â
âIs all your family in the states?â
âNah. Every year during the summer when I was a kid, we used to go to Spain and Ireland to see family over there. I havenât gotten to go back there in a few years, but Iâd like to at some point.â
Nico hums, just as a waiter comes with a plate of two large chocolate chip cookies. Clementine grins at Nico, who just nods at her to dig in. âWhere in Spain is your family from?â
âSeville area, so more south.â She smiles, picturing Seville in her head, some of the rum and coke finally hitting her. âI loved getting to see where my dad grew up. Playing soccer in the fields where he played. Eating at the small restaurants he used to eat at. Remember when you asked me where home was?â Nico blinks for a moment before nodding. âI think I lied. Itâs physical places sure, but itâs always been more of the people for me. And their joy and where they feel the most joy. So if weâre basing it off that, home could be Seville. Home could be Cork in Ireland. Home could be Toronto. Home could be Boston. Hell, home could be fucking Michigan with Q, Jack and Lukey even if Iâve only been there, like, three times.âÂ
âWell, whereâs home for you at this second? Right here. Right now.â
âI donât know. Everywhere? Nowhere?â She looks down at the table, eyebrows furrowing at herself at how emotional sheâs getting. She blames the rum, from just now and earlier at the game. âThatâs a depressing answer. Iâm sorry. I guess, I just, when Luke scored tonight, the 43 on the back of his jersey, for a split second, I thought my dad was sitting next to me. I reached out to the empty seat next to me like he was. But he wasnât. And Iâm so, so sad he wasnât.â She sniffles, âIâm sorry. Fuck. This isnât-â
âHey, hey.â Nico assures, holding her hand across the table again. âThereâs nothing to be sorry for, okay? Nothing. I promise.â
She doesnât let any tears fall and just stares into Nicoâs comforting eyes with a small laugh. âI feel like youâve seen me emotional a decent amount considering how short of a time weâve known each other.â
âThatâs okay. Emotions are good.â She chuckles again and his dimples grow deeper. âI-I figured today might be hard. I wanted- I wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.â
âSo you only asked me to grab food for ulterior motives? Not just cause you wanted to hang out?â
His eyes widen almost comically. âNo! No. I-I love spending time with you. I just-â
âRelax, Nico. Iâm just messing with you,â she giggles as he rolls his eyes. âI appreciate it, though. Really. I think youâre too kind to me.â
âIâm just the right amount of kind to you.âÂ
She watches as he finishes off his beer and has a sudden urge to lean across the table and kiss him.Â
âŚ..
(That night, when she comes home, she expects Jack and Luke to be asleep. They arenât. Instead, theyâre both sitting on the couch, some random hockey game on quietly in the background. Their heads snap in her direction as the door clicks shut.Â
She immediately holds up her hand. âDonât even. I donât wanna hear it.â
âHear what?â Luke says. âThat youâre fucking our captain?â
âCrude, first of all. Untrue, second of all. And third of all, and most importantly, you guys are annoying.â
âYouâre deflecting,â Jack sings.Â
âYou havenât asked me a question,â she shoots back. âGoodnight, you two.â
They both groan. âCan you both just get over whatever the fuck you two have going on and make it official?â Jack whines.Â
âGoodnight,â she repeats, walking to her room. âDonât forget breakfast tomorrow!â
She collapses on her bed and screams into her pillow)
âŚ..
If Clementineâs completely honest to herself, making it to the home games for the playoffs is a priority because she just wants to be there just as much, if not more, than she wants to be there to support. Hockey with stakes is nerve wracking, but itâs also a completely different game than the regular season. Even after what could be the most bone-tiring day of work, sheâs excited to have the next month or so be filled with as much hockey as possible. She doesnât even try to fight when Jack and Luke automatically put her name down for a ticket for every home game. Even if she wonât be able to make it come the day, sheâll just leave it for one of their friends. She heard that some of Lukeâs Michigan friends are trying to make it out, to which sheâs simultaneously elated by but also dreading. Their apartment will not be quiet for the foreseeable future.
The day of their first game against the Penguins, she doesnât have to go into the hospital, since she had just done two overnights in three days. She sleeps soundly until 2 p.m., and crawls out quietly, knowing both Jack and Lukeâs door are shut as theyâre taking their pregame naps. She pours out a cup of coffee, makes herself a sandwich, before settling on the couch with a textbook beside her and her notebook on her lap.Â
She hears Jack and Luke start getting ready, shower heads running and closet doors opening and shutting. When they both come out in their game day suits, she insists on taking a picture of the both of them, to which they both groan at. They relent, and she sends the picture to Ellen, Jim and Quinn, before squeezing them and telling them good luck, promising them that sheâll see them afterwards.Â
After they leave, she starts getting ready, humming to herself as she heats up the flat iron to put some waves and volume into her hair. She figures she has the time, and she hasnât done anything to her hair in awhile.Â
As sheâs about to put the flat iron to her hair, someone knocks on the door. She rolls her eyes and yells out, âYou two have keys, you know? Use them for once.â No response, just three more knocks. She huffs in annoyance, sets her flat iron down and walks to the door.Â
âIâm going to fucking kill-oh.â Itâs Nico, in his perfect game day suit with his hair styled perfectly. âNico. Hey. Arenât you supposed to be-â
He kisses her.Â
Oh.Â
Heâs still kissing her, both his hands on her cheeks and she finds herself fisting his shirt. Heâs still kissing her, and she doesnât want him to stop. He tries to pull away, but she pulls him back in, and she smiles against his lips at the little noise that comes out of his mouth. He tastes like mint and home.
He does eventually pull away, flushed and delighted and flustered. âI have to go.â
âYou have impeccably shit timing, Cap.â
They both chuckle. He takes a hold of her hands. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry. I just had to.â
âWhy?â Sheâs not letting him go that easy.
He squeezes her hands. His stare is making her feel the most seen sheâs felt in awhile. âWell, I-I have a long answer that I donât think I can think of right now. But the short answer is that I like you. A lot. And Iâve wanted to kiss you since the day at the hospital and every day since.â
She swallows, straightening his shirt that she messed up. âGo. Iâll see you after the game, yeah?â She kisses him on the cheek before forcing herself to back away. With one last grin, he shoves his hands in his pockets and turns around. She leans her hip against the door frame, âNico?â
He turns back around in the middle of the hallway, âYeah?â
She grins, fondness in her skin and bones. âGood luck. Youâll be great.â With one last salute from him, she closes the door. She leans her back against her door and lets out a little squeal.Â
âŚ..
(The second Nico walks out of the locker room, all she can see is him. His hair is messy as all hell and he looks exhausted, but his face lights up, and for the first time, she knows itâs because of her.
Without another word, she walks over to him and kisses him. Itâs hard to ignore the cheers and whistles from the other people around them, but she ignores them, catching her breath with a giggle. She finally hones in on the other people in the room. Dawsonâs grinning, Ryleigh shoots her a thumbs up, Curtis is audibly âawwâing, Jonas is yelling something that she canât understand but Nico can, judging from his blush.Â
âEw,â Nico and Clementine whip around to see Luke with his nose scrunched up. âLike, Iâm happy that you two finally, you know, got your heads out of your asses, but ew. I donât wanna see it.â
Jack, whoâs right next to him, is just grinning. For once, heâs saying nothing. Clementineâs suspicious. She narrows her eyes at him. âNothing to say, Jacky?â
âNothing Hisch doesnât already know,â the two centers exchange a look that has her whipping her head between the both of them. âHeâs just lucky we already played Vancouver so he doesnât have to encounter Quinn.â
âYou guys are ridiculous,â Clementine scolds. âLeave him alone.â
âNever, especially not now. Now heâs really stuck with us.â Jack beams. âYou gonna ride with Cap or are we taking you home?â
She pokes Nico in the side. He looks down at her with a sweet smile. âDrive me home?â She asks.
âAlways.â
For herself, but more to annoy Jack and Luke, she kisses him one more time. They both groan as Clementine feels Nicoâs smile against her lips.)
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summary: in which y/n writes a song about her ex-boyfriend, 3 years after their breakup, and it gets back to him, leading to their reconnection
notes: inspired by the song WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. ending kinda sucks, but ehh i did my best. pretty sure i lost motivation for this halfway through it, but i tried to power through.
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*** JUNE 17TH, 2018 ***
âi bet, at this time in a few years, weâll be painting the walls of our shared apartment.â my boyfriendâs whisper rings through my ears as i turn my head to look at him.
heat rises to my cheeks, Jackâs blue eyes gazing into mine.
âyeah?â i laugh, running a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he took before coming over.
âmhm.â he hums in confirmation, his hand snaking up under the stolen shirt that adorns my body, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. âiâll be playing hockey, and youâll be a big pop star, my little songbird.â
i bury my face into his neck in attempt to hide the redness on the apples of my cheeks from the nickname.
âyou gonna write songs about me?â he whispers, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.
âi already do.â i murmur, my lips brushing against his collarbone, causing him to shiver.
*** JULY 30TH, 2019 ***
âi donât think i understand.â it feels like my head is underwater, my lungs burning for oxygen, but unable to receive it.
âwe can still be friends, y/n. you can call me whenever.â Jack sits on my bed, gripping my hands in his hold. âthe future is just, so far away and we donât know whatâll happen.
âi donât want my dreams to hold you back from achieving yours, y/n. you may not see it right now, but this just seems like the best option for now. and maybe, down the line, once weâre both at a stable place in our careers, if weâre both single, we can revisit us.â
my head is bobbing âyesâ but my heart is screaming âno!â
itâs like my brain understands where heâs coming from, that heâs being logical and that heâs doing this for the greater good of both of us; no matter what weâve always thought, weâre still just kids, we were dreaming. but my heart isnât getting that message. all my heart knows is that itâs being crushed into a thousand pieces and it feels pretty unsalvageable right now.
âare you okay?â
itâs my instinct to tell him âyesâ. my instinct to not let him know how much heâs really hurting me. how much i want to scream that weâll be fine. that i would give up my dream to be by his side while he accomplishes his. but i know that would just hurt him; because that isnât what he wants.
he may be hurting me, but heâs doing it for all the right reasons. he doesnât want me to push my dreams aside for his, because he wants to see me living them. he wants the best for me.
âyeah, iâm okay. i understand.â
*** PRESENT: SOCIAL MEDIA ***
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y/nonthegram in your faded t-shirt
that iâve kept this long
i still hear you laughing
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user13 NEW LYRICS??
user92 thatâs what i was thinking too! seems too poetic to just be a caption
trevorzegras hey that looks familiar
user57 OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC?
user04 AHHH ANNOUNCE A NEW ALBUM PLEASE
user6 IâLL EVEN JUST TAKE A NEW SINGLE! I JUST NEED NEW MUSIC
tatemcrae my best friend writes the best captions
y/nonthegram MY best friend writes the best songs
tatemcrae says you!
user83 new love song? break-up song? both?
colecaufield whatâs this đ
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y/nonthegram surprise! âWYD Now?â out tonight at midnight.
wholly written in my bedroom at 2am, this song means the absolute most to me, and i hope some of you can find comfort in it like i have <3
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user04 OH MY GOD! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING OUR EARS TONIGHT!
colecaufield so proud of you!
y/nonthegram thank you, coley âĽď¸
user94 since when does she know nhl players?
user63 she went to high school with some of the 2019 draft class
user72 I CANâT WAIT OMG
user18 SHAKING, CRYING, THROWING UP! IâM SO EXCITED
_alexturcotte our little melody makinâ munchkin, making moves!
y/nonthegram oh god please donât bring back âmelody makinâ munchkinâ
_alexturcotte too late
tatemcrae GO BEST FRIEND THATâS MY BEST FRIEND
y/nonthegram LEMME KISS YOUR FACE!! MWAH!!
user55 iâm so curious to hear these lyrics đ how am i gonna wait 8 more hours?!
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user77 hey wait, didnât @/y/nonthegram date Jack in high school? is the new song yesterday about him?
user55 yess! itâs gotta be!
trevorzegras dizzyyy
user91 you should go listen to y/nâs new song đ
user02 have you heard âWYD Now?â ???
user36 omg he remembered to post 3/3
colecaufield same time next summer? đŤĄ
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y/nonthegram iâm so grateful for all the love on âWYD Now?â these past couple days! thank you all! <3
hereâs some photos @/tatemcrae took at our song celly night last night to celebrate the release of WYD Now? and greedy!
in celebration, iâll be answering some questions in the comments!
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user74 is the song fictional? or was it inspired by someone?
y/nonthegram not fictional <3
user99 is this a single off the upcoming album? or just a normal song?
y/nonthegram the album is still being written, so i canât confirm or deny if this is a single because iâm not sure yet if itâll be on the track list! <3
colecaufield omg y/n please come to Montreal! i love you so much! youâre my idol!
y/nonthegram hey remember that time i bumped you with my car? i think we should do that again! iâll stomp on the gas this time!
colecaufield omg you noticed me!!
user42 at 18, where did you imagine yourself being at this age?
y/nonthegram New Jersey <3
trevorzegras where did he set the bar?
y/nonthegram above the moon
user28 if the song isnât fictional, then whoâs it about?
user96 itâs 100% about jack hughes. if you scroll way down on her page, thereâs pics of her and jack in high school, but they stop when they were 18. then he moved to new jersey and now heâs playing hockey, like the song states âyou finally got the job you likeâ. that weâre all aware of, she didnât have any other boyfriends in high school. she and jack seemingly dated from ages 16-18 until he left for the NHL
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user10 this song was amazing! i really related and it made me feel so seen!
user88 big question is: has jack heard the song yet?
jackhughes call me?
user98 @/user88 if he hadnât, iâm guessing he has now
*** PRESENT: REAL LIFE ***
my heart races as the notification comes through.
i wasnât sure if he listened to my music, or if the song would get back to him. i just needed to get my feelings down on paper, and then it turned into a song, and then i liked it too much to not release it.
the night i wrote it, i had played a small show in New York, and i couldâve sworn i saw him in the back of the venue. of course, i knew it wasnât, but it had rattled me; bringing all my feelings for him back to the forefront of my brain.
âcall him.â my head snaps up to face my best friend, her eyes soft as she looks at me from the doorway.
âi-â Tate cuts me off with a shake of her head.
âdonât make excuses, y/n. call him.â she repeats, âyou deserve to be happy, and from what youâve told me, he makes you happy.â
she doesnât stick around; instead bidding me goodbye and heading back to my guest room to give me some privacy.
i pace my bedroom, iphone clutched in my hand. his contact is pulled up, but i canât seem to build up the nerve to call him. though, it seems i donât have to, because my phone begins to ring instead, Jackâs photo displaying on the screen.
âhi.â i breathe out, pressing the phone to my ear.
âhi.â he repeats. âi heard your new song. iâm so proud of you, my little songbird.â
my face heats up, blood rushing to my cheeks. i havenât heard that nickname in almost four years.
âthank you.â my words come out a whisper, still in disbelief that iâm talking to him again.
âdid you mean it?â the question causes a panic to erupt in me, swarms of butterflies erupting in my nervous system.
âdid i mean what, Jacky?â i need him to say it.
âwhat you wrote,â he clears his throat, âin the song. did you mean it all? do you still think of me? do you really wanna try again?â
laying sprawled out on my bed, i stare up at the ceiling as i speak.
âi wouldnât have written it if it wasnât true.â
âoh- okay. so, uh,â he stutters, but i can hear the smile on his lips, causing the same reaction upon my own face, âwhere are you right now?â
âum, my apartment?â my brows thread together in confusion, but he just chuckles.
âi mean like, are you living in LA? are you home in Michigan? what state?â
âoh.â i bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. âi live in New York, Jack.â
âreally?â his voice is emotionally distant and seemingly hurt. âso close?â
âyeah.â i nod, although he canât see me. âiâve gone to a few of your games.â
âyou did?â
âmhm.â i hum in confirmation. âi just- i didnât wanna be the one to reach out and then have you think oddly of me or have you already be in a relationship or something. iâm sorry i didnât tell you, i just didnât wanna be seen as that clingy ex-girlfriend or anything.â
âthatâs not what you are, y/n.â he sighs, âwould you wanna meet up soon? catch up? iâd love to hear about your glamorous new pop star life.â
âiâd love to. although, i wouldnât call myself a pop star, Jacky.â
âyou are to me.â i blush at his words, glad he canât see how much of a mess i am at the moment. âare you free on saturday? i have practice in the morning, but after that, maybe we could go to lunch?â
âyeah, i can do that.â i confirm.
âokay great, iâll text you on friday to hash out details?â
âsounds great!â my cool hand rises to press against my heated face in attempt to cool myself down.
âgreat. i gotta go, Luke and i are going out with the guys. iâll talk to you soon, yeah?â
âyeah. bye, Jack.â i wait for him to repeat a goodbye before hanging up, burying face in my pillow and letting out a muffled scream.
***
my knee bounces underneath the table of the New York City diner, my hands clasped together on the table.
Jack should be here any minute, and saying iâm nervous would be an understatement. my palms are clammy, my legs wonât stop shaking, and iâm eighty percent sure that i have no skin left on my bottom lip because iâve chewed it all off.
the little bell above the door rings and my head snaps up to look, but itâs just a young couple with their toddler. i send a friendly smile to the tired looking mother before looking back down at my hands that wonât stop fidgeting.
i zone out, retreating back into my head and all the thoughts that have been plaguing me since we planned this meeting.
what if he doesnât like me anymore?
what if he has a girlfriend and heâs just trying to be nice?
or worse, what if heâs just asked me here so he could tell me to leave him alone? to stop writing songs about him.
âhi.â iâm pulled out of my thoughts by Jack sliding into the booth across from me, a gentle smile on his face.
his hand snakes across the table to hold mine, and i canât help but feel like a teenager again, back when we used to have dates like this all the time; where he would hold my hand over the table and we would laugh and joke around for hours.
âhey.â i smile back, giving his hand a small squeeze in return.
âhow are you?â he questions. he brings his hand back in order to hold his menu, but his focus remains on me, not even glancing down at the menu yet.
âiâm good!â i nod. âhow are you?â
âgood, iâm glad. iâm good too.â
weâre interrupted by a waitress, taking a second to look over our menuâs before giving her our orders.
once she retreats, i squirm from the small talk, never having been any good at it. which Jack seems to remember.
âso, howâs the pop star life?â he smirks teasingly, and i giggle.
ânot a pop star.â i remind him, shaking my head. âbut itâs good. i like where iâm at right now in my career. i like having a strong fanbase but still being unknown enough that iâm not being hounded on or followed like, say, Taylor Swift.
âiâm able to just write my music and put it out, go on small tours, interact with my fans on a more personal level; itâs really nice. i donât know if i would want it to be more than that.â
he nods in understanding, a wide grin on his face as he listens.
âi get it. and iâm really glad youâve achieved what you wanted. iâve always rooted for you.â
âwhat about you? mr. ninety-nine point season!â he blushes at my words, shaking his head and looking down at his hands, which rest on the tabletop. âhowâs that?â
âitâs good! really good.â he looks back up at me, and i have to fight myself from getting lost in his eyes like i would when we were seventeen. âi love it. itâs hard, itâs a lot of work, but itâs amazing. and honestly, iâm pretty glad iâm not on a canadian team. i like that i can go out and still have a pretty normal life outside of hockey, ya know? not be stopped on the street a bunch.â
âyeah, i get it.â i tell him. âiâm so glad youâre happy though. you play great, as you always have.â
he releases a âthanksâ before a silence settles over us, neither of us sure what exactly to say next.
i begin to play with the paper wrapper from my straw, winding it around my finger before sliding it off and gently pulling it straight again.
âso, Cole sends me your songs.â
snap! the paper wrapper breaks in two as i look up at him.
âhe does?â
âyeah. you know i donât get on social media too much, so i donât always know right away when you put one out, but Cole sends me all of them. just in case i miss one.â he explains.
my head bobs up and down as i try to display a level of cool, âoh.â
âthat doesnât bother you, does it?â he asks. âthat i donât always listen to them right away?â
ânot at all! i didnât really think you listened to them at all.â i confess, sinking lower into the booth. ânot really your genre.â
he smiles gently, reaching forward to hold my hand tightly in his.
ây/n, you could write a childrenâs nursery rhyme, and i would still listen to it.â
my head tips back against the booth, joyous laughter spilling from my lips. my nose scrunches, resulting in a small snort, which cause him to laugh as well.
âyouâre just saying that.â i choke out, and he shakes his head.
âno! iâm serious! i would!â Jack insists, right as the waitress arrives with our food. she sets our food in front of us, making sure weâre all set before she retreats.
a comfortable small talk takes over as we eat; discussing our friends and their accomplishments since graduation.
âyou remember that time,â Jack starts through broken laughter, âthat you hit Cole with your car because he said he didnât think it would hurt?â
âyes! and i barely even tapped him, but the big baby whined that it hurt so bad, i may have crushed his NHL dreams!â my face hurts from smiling so big, but i can no longer fight it.
âand then he was fine and back to practice that afternoon! not even a bruise left on him!â he retorts.
âever the dramatic, Cole is.â i sigh, sitting back in my seat from position slouched over the table.
âsince weâre walking down memory lane, do you remember how i said that maybe down the line, we could revisit us?â
iâm sobered up now, my smile gone as i eye him. heâs playing with his bracelets, a sign of nerves from him, and i just now realize that heâs still wearing the string friendship bracelet i gave him at eighteen; just before his draft.
i swallow the lump that built in throat, nodding, âyeah.â
âyou think maybe now would be a good time to do that?â he asks. âstart slow; go on dates again, maybe you could come over sometime for movie night with Luke and i, come to a few more of my games, where i actually know youâre there this time. and then see where that could take us?â
butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and my teeth sink into my lower lip, biting back a smile.
A/N: ik i take ages to post stuff guys but some things in life been kicking my ass and i either dont have time or im just not in the mood to write. I hope yall like this tho. next part will have more jack!!!
summary: AU where reader is an all around artist (writer, singer, model etc) and after being spotted with jack harlow she becomes the talk of the town. What will her baby daddy/ex central cee think???
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moodymagazine Uh oh moodies! It seems like #Y/n baby daddy #CentralCee not too happy about the circulating rumors after she was seen getting cozy with the first class rapper #JackHarlow. He posted a photo of himself with the middle finger from a page of his interview in a #DazedKorea magazine, captioning the foto with âCurrent moodâ. So far we have yet to receive any confirmation from Y/n or Jack Harlow about their current situation.
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ryyannexox 1h
omg here we go again he is so pettyyyy. he nees to move on and leave her alone didnt he cheat on her multiple times???? men always act like trash then get mad when you leave them.
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iammari 1h
@ryyannexox How does it feel to be loud and WRONG! You people just say anything on the internet. Cench and y/n both have said that he never cheated on her and the fact that they still follow each other should be a sign that they're still on good terms so stop projecting lmao
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Idk why yall bother arguing about these twos relationship. They break up and make up more than me and my man thats not my man
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LMAOOO not my man thats not my man bitch im deaaad
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They're both alays in a different country i hope theyre kids are well taken care of
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@bridget82 yall ALWAYS worried about THEIR kids did you cook dinner for your own kids yet miss BRIDGET?
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the white boy she raps about in her unreleased song is probably jack!!!! hear me out guys
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@amylai YOURE ONTO SOMETHING FR
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Jack harlow out of all people? thought you were different
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@davespi boo fucking hoo go cry somewhere else. as if you ever had a chance with your ugly ass
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Tell Kenn unblock me on ig
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Oh shit, after three yearsss??
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Kennedy!! Gworl come get yo man back đŠ
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JACK HARLOW UPDATESÂŠď¸ | @ jackxworld
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Kenn's World âď¸ | @ kennkenn
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Boy Tearsđ§ | @cryformeimperfect
Oh shit getting real now
Chemistry Chick đ§Ş| @ inthelab
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Mane get the gang back together
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"So y'all", I sighed as I set my camera up on the bathroom counter. "I know what y'all thinking.. and yes we are linking."
I looked in the mirror as I put on some lip gloss.
"He supposed to be on his way over here and gone text me when he outside."
"Ian gone lie y'all I'm nervous as hell. Ian seen him in a lil minute", I said as I picked up my phone.
I smiled to myself before showing the camera the notification on my phone. "He's here."
jackđ
Outside
I stared at the camera for a minute.
"Let's not keep him waiting."
.â.
"Oh my gosh", I sighed as I got in his car.
"Why you say it like that?", he chuckled.
"I don't even know but hey", I said being shy as I leaned back against the door.
"Hey", he said softly and leaned over the center piece to give me a hug.
I hugged him back and pulled away.
"I see you vlogging", he said with a smile as he turned the interior lights on.
"Yeah."
"I thought this was gone be easy", he said as I propped my camera up on his dashboard.
"What you mean easy?", I asked arching my brow.
"I thought when you got in here I was just gone.. but I ain't seen you in forever", he said turning to me and smiling.
I looked at him and my cheeks got hot.
We got quiet for a minute, just looking in each others eyes.
"So how you been?", he asked.
"Mmm I'm alright", I said and looked at my nails.
"You be taking forever to text back", he hummed.
"Oh don't even start that cause you be taking days to text back."
"I be busy."
"Busy doing what? Youn be in the studio all day everyday and you ain't on tour right now."
"How you know that?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I just know....But you look good", I hummed looking over at him before looking back at my camera.
"Thank you. You look wonderful", he said making me smile hard as fuck, I had to cover my face.
"Thank you", I hummed.
"You nervous or something?"
"A lil bit...Can we go eat?", I said before I put my hair over my shoulder.
"Yeah. What you want?", he answered with a light chuckle.
"I don't know. What's around here?"
"You should be telling me, you live here", he chuckled.
"Chile I don't be outside like that."
He shook his head and pulled out his phone.
"Fast food? A restaurant? Hibachi?", he asked as he opened his map app.
"I got the taste for some hot wings."
"So Buffalo Wild Wings?"
"No."
He looked up from his phone and over at me.
"What?", I laughed.
"Then where else you getting hot wings from?"
"Wingstop. Zaxby's."
He playfully rolled his eyes before looking back at his phone.
"Let's see which one's closer."
"Y'all", I sighed as I looked at my camera. "I hope he don't try to kidnap me while I'm in his car."
"Chill", he chuckled as he kept looking at his map.
I chuckled before looking back over at him. I quietly admired him before he leaned over to show me something on his phone.
"Damn you iced out huh", I said and grasped his hand, looking at the rings on his fingers. "You gotta be froze in this ho to talk."
He laughed. "Really Kenn."
I laughed with him.
"Nah I'm just playing", I hummed as I grabbed his phone. "We can go to this one."
"Alright", he said before putting his car in drive.
I handed him his phone back.
"Let me put my seatbelt on. Cause I remember you used to act like you was a Nascar driver", I hummed as I put my seatbelt on.
He just chuckled.
"Where you be going cause I don't never see you outside."
"I don't- I don't be in the streets."
"You tryna say I be in the streets?"
"Yeah", I said and looked over at him. "I was lurking one day and I was just like wow."
"Lurking where?", he chuckled.
"..Just on the internet", I said making us laugh.
"What you found out bout me?"
"I was like he in the club?! What? He having a time ain't it", I said covering my face as I laughed.
"I ain't start going to the club til I stopped messing with you. Had to do something with my free time."
"Club life huh", I said and patted the corner of my eyes.
"Nah nah nah. I found friends and they introduced me to the club."
"Damn... so you saying you ain't have friends when you was with me?"
"I had friends but I was with you majority of the time. But I started hanging out with more people."
"Oh so you got a new group of friends.â
"Oh my godâ, he said with a chuckle.
"I'm just saying", I laughed.
"So what took you so long, cause you was dodging me", he started.
"No no no. I wasn't dodging you I was tryna edit a vlog and upload-", I started before he cut me off.
"No not today, I'm talking about in general. Cause you had everybody thinking I'm the problem."
"Had them thinking it was you? You had a video shoot", I said as I glanced over at him.
"I had to go to New York. But before that- you was dodging me like crazy."
"Whatever", I said and playfully rolled my eyes. "How I'm dodging but you don't text back? Make it make sense boo."
"And why you tell everybody I blocked you on Twitter?", I asked.
"Cause you did", he simply replied.
"I mean."
"I mean they kept telling me you'd link with me and do a video. And I was wondering how that was gone happen and I'm blocked", he said arching his brow.
"Yeah but you had my number. I sent you my new number."
"I obviously didn't have it saved. I just saved it."
"Mmm", I hummed.
.â.
"I'm so geeked", I said as I set my camera up to face me on the table. "Tell me why he paid for my food?!"
"Chile.. he was all like I got you. Just go find us a good table", I said mocking his voice. "Then gone smile at me.. almost went weak in the knees."
I shook my head as I looked over at him by the drink fountain.
"Gone have me falling all over again."
.â.
"Questions while we wait?", I asked putting my phone down.
"Sure", he hummed, turning to face me.
"You start", I said.
"You ever felt like I disrespected you on the internet?"
"Disrespected me?.. uh I feel like once you got around your friends you kinda did. Cause I thought we agreed we wasn't gone speak on each other."
"When?", he asked, arching his brow at me.
"It wasn't necessarily you it was yo lil group, team or whatever."
"What they was saying?"
"You know-", I said and tilted my head. "You know what they was saying and posting... I was like daamn that's me."
He let out a deep breath before sitting back. "You gotta be more specific."
I leaned forward. "Should I bring up the context?"
He chuckled.
"People was texting and calling me talking bout 'why they speaking on you' and 'why they got yo name in-' you know. It was from people you around."
"They was making videos?"
"You acting dumb", I said sitting back and crossing my arms. "You acting like you don't know and stuff. Boy don't be acting all Hollywood."
"I'm not acting Hollywood, I'm just trying to see what you talking about", he said with a laugh.
"You know what.. we both just gone be clueless then", I hummed. "Ask me another question."
"What have you learned from dating?"
"What have I learned from dating?", I asked then arched my brow at him. "Dating what?"
"Dating in general or whatever the fuck you been doing, you been living", he chuckled.
"I don't be dating. I'm just lifing."
He smacked his lips as he looked at me with a be for real expression.
"Didn't you just say we not being Hollywood and what the the fuck is lifing?"
"I'm not being Hollywood. I'm being so for real. I just been chillingâ, I chuckled.
"Right", he said playfully before he squinted his eyes at me. "So who was that one dude?"
"What dude?! You imagining things. Ian date nobody after you. But you on the other hand", I said and uncrossed my arms. "How many girls four? Five?"
"You pushing it", he laughed.
"You was just living I don't blame you", I chuckled.
.â.
"We good right?", he asked as he wiped his hands clean.
"I think.. you gotta ask yourself that."
"You think I got a grudge against you?", he asked and tilted his head.
"Ion know", I said before sipping my drink.
"I don't have nothing against you.. I always wanted to see you win and shine."
"Ok love that", I hummed. "I just got one last question."
"Ok. Ask away", he hummed.
"Did you ever miss me after we broke up?"
"If I'm being real, yeah."
"Do you still miss me?"
He sighed before he chuckled. "How you say your outro. Thanks for watching. Like and comment."
He picked my camera up and turned it to him.
"Jack", I chuckled. "You miss me don't you?"
"Nah I don't", he said looking dead at the camera with a straight face.
"Look at me and say it."
He looked up and locked eyes with me.
"Say you don't miss me", I said taunting him.
"I don't-", he started. "How you turn this camera off?"
I gently took it out his grasp and turned it to me.
"Obviously he doesn't want to admit he misses me but that's alright. He doesn't have to say it, I know he does", I chuckled as I looked at the camera.
Was Celia drunk as fuck or is this something supernatural?? đ
Who the fuck is Jack?? đ
Alice is such a delight, I love her!
Oof so one or both of them have trauma involving grandparents then.
I love Samama & Alice so much. đ They have a great dynamic!
Oh shit, right, Gwen is probably still getting over Mr. Bonzo too. đ
"I just⌠I dunno. When I left the coffee shop, it felt like someone was following me."
Please don't take away Alice, she's one of my faves! I hope this post doesn't age poorly. Watch me have to quote this post very soon.
OH NO, is it that [ERROR] following her??? đ°
"Donât joke about that, mate. I was dreaming about it all day." Okay, yeah, that's a creature.
Sam & Alice are both about to run into a creature... đ
"Classifying unspeakable horrors all night for no discernible reason?" @/entities-of-posts & @/which-entity-this-post-serves is that you? :]
Hmm, now why is this episode called "marked?" I assumed Mr. Bonzo was gonna find his mark, but maybe Alice is marked by an entity/creature that was locked in the Magnus Institute?
"giving up the ghost" okay so someone saw an apparition? Honestly not sure what entity this episode is about so far.
It's giving The Corruption â¨đ§ââď¸â°ď¸ (maybe The Buried)
"Itâs just that one of the graves had a body in that was too well-preserved for the age it should have been." đđđ
This thing is about to jump out of the grave & run off, isn't it? đââď¸
"The back was completely covered in this complicated tattoo of a ship sailing across an open sea towards an open horizon." Peter Lukas?!?!?
Oh 100% The Buried, without a shadow of a doubt.
Lots of tattoo & carvings in walls imagery in this sequel prequel sidequel, isn't there? đ
Hey wait, that's Ink5oul from episode 2, isn't it? đ Ink5oul definitely feels like a conduit or vessel for The Flesh or some other kind of entity.
Okay, there's something weird going on with this place, the salt water & waves near this cemetery are kind of seemingly enticing them to come drown in it's waters. In the very least it's messing with these guys' mental states! Pretty freakkyyyy! đđ
Also the repeated emphasis on dreams is interesting this episode, wonder if that'll play a part in something later on. đđ
"If itâs any consolation, heâs with the sea now. The deep will care for his bones." I literally called it!!
I think Gordon Alan Johnson also wants to be with David. đđđ
I think Gordon Alan Johnson also wants to be with David. đđđ
I don't know, Gordie, I think you did it! Unless Ink5oul is collecting tattoos like an alternate universe version of the Leitner books. Wait yeah, what if the tattoos are like conduits for the entities of this world or even the original one? đ
Another way to look at this is asking... Is The Deep a new entity/fear or is it a servant of a fear like The Vast? I stg there was a colossal water monster at some point in The Magnus Archives!
Okay so yeah, there's already a precedent for this. Also feels like The Lonely, The Buried, The Corruption, The Vast, & maybe even The Flesh are all involved in this one though I don't know if Flesh (Ink5oul) is working with or against the other fears at this time.
Gwen, you can tell your coworkers what's wrong, oh my fucking god. Please. Celia, you have me so invested in whatever is going on with you.
Weird unexplained noise at 17:44 too as Celia enters the office. Wonder what that's all about, maybe it'll come up later on.
"He is one of our Externals." Okay; so, there's more of them & they have their own secret hitman title too!
Mr. Bonzo when he was on TV
"And they usually like it." I bet fear creatures do like it when you scream. That makes a lot of sense actually.
Also what's that weird "boowomp" noise as they're talking or is it just the OST? đ
Is Gwen going to be turned into something not quite human at some point? Just throwing darts at a board with that speculation, but wouldn't that be wild?
Okay; so, these little digitized noises are absolutely important!
I wonder how many times & when people have lied so far throughout this season. đď¸đď¸
Taylor released Sweeter Than Fiction exclusive to the Tangerine vinyl at Target. She said this about it:
âThere youâll stand ten feet tall, I will say âI knew it all alongâ 𼲠This song has always made me think of my friend Jack. It was the first song we made together and watching him challenge himself and make beautiful art over the years has been the thrill of a lifetime. How can he be 6 years older than me and also somehow still be my precocious young son? We may never know. âSweeter Than Fiction (My Version)â is now available exclusively at Target on Tangerine vinyl đđŠľâ
I find this funny for a couple reasons:
1. She created an orange (tangerine) edition with an exclusive track that repeats the lyrics âthis life is sweeter than fictionâ.
Let it sink in. Orange, which we picked up on as a stunting color, is the only version that includes this song. She is saying her true love is sweeter than the fictitious love we see in stunts.
2. She used the đ emoji. And for some reason this makes me feel we are seen. She is aware of the hijinks that go on around here. (Extra giggles: @spade-riddles regularly uses the đŻ emoji).
Looking deeper, the lyrics to STF are especially đ to me.
3. If you read this through a Tumblr Kaylor lens does it not sound perfectly like a redemption story? (Please I know we are just silly little internet people in all this but hear me out).
The first verse is about coming undone, watching us fall, watching our colors fade with a pain we thought would last forever.
In the second verse after the chorus, all we have is our shattered hopes. Then, they never saw it coming, but we were on to something and hit the ground running. ďżź
In the pre-chorus, the light comes on. We proved her right, them wrong. And itâs like we donât remember when we thought the rain would last forever.
The chorus repeats including that we will stand tall, the rest is history.
The bridge says weâll be one of many saying look at us now, you made us proud. Then goes into the sentiment of loving someone when they are down, like weâve loved Kaylorâs true love in its deepest darkness.
4. Notably, Taylor highlighted âThere youâll stand ten feet tall, I will say âI knew it all alongââ. This reminds me so much of this riddle from Spade.
â ď¸ My riddles arenât chronological but they do foreshadow. Piece them together and see the picture. Youâve known all along so now, follow along. - 05/11/2019
And generally, highlighting those lyrics gives me vibes of change in the air.
Bonus:
Taylor described Jack as like her âprecociousâ young son. Ok but any adjective would have worked there. Why this one? Here is its definition:
Showing mental development or achievement much earlier than usual
It fits the theme of knowing something before others. đ đź
My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)
These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse
She has a lot to say this time around!
A message from Fandom:
"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D
Itâs me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta đ)
Iâve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:
1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like PokĂŠmon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box âşď¸
2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know⌠being silly in the comment section đ (please donât mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways đ)
3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didnât spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here đđđ
Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. Iâm going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work youâve done đđđ
Iâve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.
Itâs only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain đŞđŞđŞ (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - theyâre always a banger to see.
(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you havenât read those chapters LOOK âźď¸ AWAY âźď¸ Donât get spoiled đ¤Ż)
(P.S. for the imagine scenario thatâs not a meme, this is what theyâre saying in the audio:
â[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, thatâs a little far fetched.â
â[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too⌠Your heartâs beating pretty fast.â
Iâd like to think this would take place around the beginning of âThe Episode Bedeviling Bodies,â where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what theyâre capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.
There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but Iâm running low on storage space atm. Iâll get back to making more after Iâm done clearing that out ^^â)
(P.P.S. Okay I donât have Tumblr obviously but đ´ď¸ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friendâs been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didnât really expect people to enjoy them that much đđđđ)
Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom
Pairing: Trevor zegras x Cherrie! / Quinn Hughes x Cherrie!
Word count: 10k (I have a problem k)
Summary : in which long story short he was the wrong guy. -or Trevor thinks back to times when he should have realised that he was never the one. Because best friends donât look at each other like they do.
Warnings- angst. Like , heartbreak for trev. A tiny bit of fluff at the end? Depends how you see it I guess. A bit of a different story than usual, wanted to try my hand at writing more angst. I want to write a oneshot for Crosby next but I have no idea about what. Hopefully inspiration will hit me in the face because I miss writing like I used to so easily!! Anyways lemme know what u think please. U guys up for more angst or nah? đXoxo
Trevor thought that maybe he had been in denial about his relationship with Cherrie for a while now , unable to believe that what everybody was telling him could be true . Refusing to see what was right in front of him all along , the red flags waving and all the clues were set out in Stone for him to see.
But he looked away each and every time because Cherrie was so fucking beautiful and Trevor wanted to be her boyfriend , wanted to her call her his girl.
But was she ever his really?
It shouldn't have taken as long as it did for him to see the truth. For him to take off his rose coloured glasses and moved past the gaze of her beauty and his foolish hope . To see that her eyes doesn't look for him like his did for her. To realise that his friends were right.
It took Jamie coming over to him one Saturday while they were at the lake house , sat beside Jack as the sun started to set. Beers all around as they chatted between each other , tired from the day of hanging out and just having fun while they could .
It had been a good day , he called it. Refused to think about the fact that his girlfriend had hardly even spoken to him since the summer began , the only time that he got her to himself was when the lights went out and Quinn went to sleep. The she snuck back into their room to join him, let him kiss her like he had wanted to everyday.
But she was too busy with her best friend and Trevor was busy trying not to see the looks his friends were giving him, pushing away the uneasy thoughts and doubt that crept in each time he saw them together.
Then Jamie winced sympathetically and patted his shoulder , handing him a beer . Oblivious.
"I can't believe how well you're taking this." Jamie spoke in amazement , getting both of their attention.
Trevor more than confused as they both followed his gaze down to see his friend looking down to the lake , to where Cherrie and Quinn were messing about together .
Both had Big grins on their faces as they splashed at each other in the water , Cherie squealing with laughter as he hoisted her up into his arms , her arms sliding around his neck as she giggled loudly , Quinn beaming up at her as he spun her around . Laughing as she clung to him , threatening him not to drop her. Everybody knowing that he wouldn't dare. He clung tighter to her instead. Eyes never leaving her pretty face .
"I know breakups are hard man. It's gotta suck-" he slowly trailed off when he looked back over to see Trevor frowning at him , looking more than confused at him, while Jack just hid his grin behind his bottle of beer. Shaking his head at poor Jamie slowly.
"What?" Trevor looked at him like he was insane.
"we're not broken up? What the hell are you talking about dude?" He forced out a laughed . Acting like everything was completely fine and normal.
Tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend on Quinn's shoulders now, refusing to watch the way he clung onto her bare, wet thighs and the way she gripped onto his waist with her legs. More than comfortable with each other, something that came from years of friendship and love.
Jamie blinked like an owl at him. Lips parting in disbelief as he flickered his eyes between Quinn and Cherrie messing about in the water together , then back to a scowling Trevor and face palming Jack.
"Oh." Was all he could get out , shocked .
He then laughed awkwardly , slowly nodding his head. "Sorry. I just thought-" he glanced over just in time to see Quinn push her wet hair away from her face gently , softly stroking at the sunburn over her cheeks .
His eyes widened incredulously . "Never mind ." He mumbled .
Patting trevors shoulder again, this time in silent pity before quickly making his Leave. Not wanting to be the one to explain what he was currently thinking . He didn't want to be the one to break it to him. No way.
Trevor felt a surge of irritation hit him, hearing his girlfriend sweet giggle and Quinn's low laugh as held her .
He scoffed , gripping his beer bottle tighter between his fingers .
"Why the hell does everybody think that?" He snapped. Sick of it.
Jack slowly turned his head to look at him like he was insane , brows furrowing in disbelief at how stupid his friend could possibly be.
He scoffed at him incredulously "dude come on..." he nudged him, trying to get him to admit it. To get him to see what everybody else did.
When Trevor just looked back at him blankly , refusing to even look in their direction .
Jack sighed long and hard, deciding then that he was going to have to be the one to uncomfortably break it to him.
He shifted on his seat with a grimace , cursing out his brother a thousand times in his mind. Wishing that he didn't have to do this, but it was getting harder and harder to watch. Getting more difficult to ignore .
Because Trevor was a good guy and he was his friend after all. But Quinn was also his brother and Cherrie was also his friend.
So it put him in a sticky position, of not wanting to pick sides but also wanting to bash all three of their heads together to get them to see what was right in front of them. Knowing in him That this really wasn't going to end well.
Somebody was going to have their heart broken and Jack had a feeling that it wasn't going to be Cherrie.
He looked at Trevor and sighed "I didn't want to be the one to have to have this conversation with you but ...I can't just not say anything. You're going to get hurt man. I don't want you to..not like this." His eyes pleaded for him to make it easy for him and just say he understood.
But Trevor was locked in a self induced game of denial, so he sipped his beer and glanced away. Scowling darkly .
"I don't know what you mean. We're fine." He denied Quickly. Fingers tapping against the bottle harder each time he heard them laugh together. Holding each other closer.
Jack shook his head , pursing his lips as he felt a surge of both sadness and anger for his friend. Just wishing that he would stop pretending .
He was stuck right in the middle wanting nobody to get hurt but knowing that the ending would be impossible for someoneâs heart not to be broken. They were playing the long game and it hurt him to witness.
He was angry at Trevor for pretending to be so blind to what was playing out right in front of him.
He was angry at his brother for being such a fucking coward and pushing Cherrie straight into his friends awaiting arms. and he was angry at Cherrie for Leading Trevor on like this.
Jack hated it. Because he just wanted them all to be happy but he knew that none of them are going to be happy like this.
It was all so wrong .
He shook his head "look at her smiling right now Trevor." He determinedly pushed his friends head to force him to look at the scene playing out right in front of him to see.
Quinn was pulling her up onto the giant floaty , pulling her between his legs while she rung out her wet hair . Laughing at something he said , Quinn picking up some sunscreen and pulling her leg onto his lap as he gently rubbed it into her burning skin , eyes fondly watching her as she babbled away to him about something or other .
Trevor watched them, then swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "She's always smiling." He muttered , chest feeling heavy.
Jack nodded his head, pursed his lips and added "but you know who isn't?" He didn't give him a chance to guess. The answer was easy.
âMy brother and look at him now!" He threw his arm in their direction, towards the beaming smile on his older brothers face as they chatted , in each other's personal space . Hands never far from her skin.
And Jack hated having to be the one to say it but, he just couldn't let this go on any further. It was getting ridiculous now.
"I mean , shit z! They look like more of a couple than you two do! They never leave each otherâs sides and she only ever comes running to you when he can't be around! Come on man.." Jack was looking at him incredulously . It was so obvious to him.
But the truth was hard and Trevor just got angry instead . "she's allowed to have Friends! I don't know what you're getting at." He snapped at him, crossing his arms across his chest . Empty beer bottle tossed to the side in Annoyance . Not wanting to hear it.
Jack scoffed at him, not letting it go. "Yes you do! That's why you're getting so defensive right now. Because you know Iâm right."' he shot right back at him . Just as annoyed at his refusal to listen to him.
"My brother has never been so fucking happy and you know who's making him smile like that?" He stuck to it even when Trevor glared at him and muttered for him to 'shut up' warningly .
"You're girlfriend." He told him bluntly , shaking his head. "Cherrie makes him happy. Genuinely . She always fucking has."
"So fucking what?" He spat at him angrily , heart pounding n his chest as the sinking feeling kicked in.
His eyes stinging "she's funny and she makes people happy. There's nothing wrong with that!"
Jack was getting angry now , looking at his friend in disbelief . Unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He wanted to know. Confused and angry and done with it all.
"I know that you're not this stupid. And you're definitely not blind. This has been playing out right since the start man...she was his friend first and you..." he couldn't even finish his sentence before Trevor snapped again.
His face was desperate as he ran a hand through his hair angrily "I made sure that he was okay with it! I asked him if it was okay for me to go after her and he said he didn't care and to do whatever I wanted!" He butted in. He was not the bad guy here.
He knew how close Cherrie and Quinn were , knew the stories of how inseparable they were. But she was just so fucking beautiful and Trevor would have been an idiot not to shoot his shot when he found out that she was single and that Quinn was just a friend.
He had made sure to ask him, because he was a good guy. He had been drunk, they all had been. And Trevor could hardly take his eyes off of Cherrie that night as she danced with anyone and everyone , dressed in a tiny dress and a Hollywood smile on her face , he had been hooked .
So he asked Quinn if he could ask her out, and he had looked at him silently for a long moment before swallowing and muttering 'sure.' Not giving him much more of his time before he was making some excuse to leave. Leaving Him with the perfect position to slide in and accompany a confused and disappointed Cherrie when she asked him where Quinn had went.
"Home. Said he was bored and left." Trevor had told her with a charming grin. Love struck.
He had missed the way her smile had fell and the way she swallowed and let out a small 'oh'. Then he asked her out and her eyes had lingered on where Quinn had been sitting before telling him yes. Then the rest was history.
Jack groaned in Annoyance , head in his hands. His brother was an idiot .
âYeah well, he's a fucking liar! Come on man, he's always been in love with her. And he's always been at the top of her list . Always. Just think back T. You know it's true." He pleaded with him.
So he did. And his heart broke to pieces .
He thought back to the day in March when he had arrived at her apartment after a long day of practice , wanting to just see his girlfriend and relax. Have quickie , some good food and get the hell to sleep.
Instead , as he walked through her door, he was met with the sight of Cherrie and Quinn sat crossed legged on her velvet couch . His girlfriend in between his spread legs , humming along to the movie on the tv while Quinn braided her hair , well, attempted to.
"It's only forever! It's not long at alllllll!" She sang out of tune loudly , leaning her head back against Quinn's shoulder to shoot him a cheesy grin. Serenading him on the couch , sounding absolutely nothing like bowie.
Trevor hovered by the doorframe for a moment as he watched them, putting his training bag down on the fooor with a slight frown. Having not realised that she had company , she hadn't told him.
He watched as Quinn chuckled at her dramatics , tugging on her hair on his hand a little to get her to lean back more , then he smacked the top of her forhead with his palm. Snickering when she gasped and send him a faux wounded look.
"You don't like my singing?" She pouted at him , letting him rest his arms around the front of her shoulders . Hugging her from behind as he leant back into the soft cushion on the couch , taking her body with him as she laid between his legs.
His eyes were glued to her singing lips as she continued to screech along to every single song that played on the labyrinth , doing her best to imitate them all. Terribly . But she was having fun and the smile on her face was so wide that Quinn felt his own smile begin to mirror hers .
Cheeks flushing a little with colour when she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers , head tilted back as she sang up to him without any embarrassment. Years of friendship solidifying the fact that there was no longer any shame between them.
She did and said whatever she wanted with Quinn , because she knew that his teasing was only ever from a place of love and humour. And that her stupidness was his own personal entertainment , and what was better than that?
"I think my ears are bleeding screechy." He told her with a shit eating grin on his face , easily dodging the slap coming his way.
He finished tying off the messy braid he had been working on as he laughed . Squeezing her to him fondly . "You're got the goblin voices down though. That's how you usually sound when you sing." He teased .
Cherrie gasped out a laugh , twisting in his arms to pinch at him. Grin too wide to be offended . "Hey!" She exclaimed , still not spotting Trevor by the doorway yet. Neither of them had, too far gone in their own little bubble to notice anything or anyone else. It had always been this way.
Their mothers had said that they got tunnel vision whenever they were together , needing to be physically pulled apart for them to listen to anybody else. It was like they went both blind and deaf, losing all senses when they were like this. Too lost in each other to care.
It had always been just Quinn and Cherrie, so adding a third party to the mix was strange and weird and not something that either of them were used to. And quite honestly , on Quinn's part, he wasn't keen on getting used to it anytime soon either.
And it wasn't that he didn't want Cherrie to be happy, because there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to see her smile. But he just didn't like seeing her toothy smile being directed at anybody else but him.
He didn't like the ugly feeling it brought to his chest when she laughed at someone elseâs jokes, he didn't like the way his stomach dropped when she told him that she had found someone. That she was dating again .
And Quinn hated it but mostly because he knew that this was his fault. He had been the one to give Trevor the go ahead in dating his best friend, he had practically encouraged it and pushed her straight into his arms by not saying a single thing.
He didn't tell her that he didn't want her with anybody but him, he didn't tell her that his heart was breaking each time he saw her kiss someone that wasn't him. He didn't tell her that she was his best friend but so much more than that at the same time. He didn't tell her that he was certain that she was his twin flame, his soulmate , both romantically and platonically. That She matched him in every way.
She made him so unbelievably happy . Because he loved her. He was in love with her. Always had been and always would be. Because it was Cherrie. It was just as simple as that. How could he not be? She was everything to him.
But he never told her that. Which was why he knew that he had no right to feel the ache in his chest or the jealousy in his blood just at the sight of them together.
Because he had done this. By being such a coward , too afraid to tell his best friend how he truly felt. His future was on the line. Because to him, Cherrie has always been in that picture. . Well, every picture in his mind. She was the starring role.
He saw them being best friends forever , even as he got down one knee. Even when he married her, when they had their own family . When he got his own happily ever after.
She was his. Because she has always been there and he had been Naive to think that he was the only one that pictured Cherrie in their future . That he was the only one that wanted to love her like that forever .
He had waited too damn long and now Trevor had beaten him to it. And Quinn had to listen to her tell him all about each and every date they went on together , about the first kiss, the first time they slept together . The first time Trevor had told her 'I love you'. Quinn had to sit there and hear it all, like his own personal punishment for not opening his mouth and telling her how he felt all these years ago.
And now he has lost her to fucking Trevor of all people and he had to face the consequences of his own cowardness.
But he wasnât going to lose her . He wouldn't let himself . Or them . Or Trevor . Or anything or anyone else get in the way of who they were.
They are still the same Quinn and Cherrie that did everything together , that had no personal space and no boundaries between them. They are still them and Quinn would have to be happy with that.
For now.
Before Cherrie could open her mouth to resort back to him, they both jumped when Trevor finally made his presence known to them.
Scoffing loudly as he entered the front room, cherries eyed widening in shock as she placed a hand over her racing heart, not realising that he had come in at all.
"You're not seriously watching this shit again Cherrie?" Trevor groaned , rolling his eyes as soon as he spotted the movie that they were watching.
Quinn tensed up for a moment , brows furrowing as he saw cherries smile drop for a second bedroom she quickly masked it and let out a laugh instead , but he could tell that it wasn't the same laugh that she been giggling with him. It wasn't as genuine or as light , more strained and accepting instead.
"Hey! It's my comfort movie Trev! I love watching it." She reminded him as though everybody didn't already know about her obsession with it.
But she had been watching it repeatedly since she was a kid and it wasn't going to change how. She usually alternated between the labyrinth and the Addams family . She was a woman of taste after all.
Trevor snickered as he wandered into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge . "And what to do you need comforting about?" He called to her in slight amusement .
Cherrie just sighed long and hard. Leaning her had back against Quinn's arm as she responded dramatically "life dude."
Quinn snorted , flicking at her forhead with his finger in amusement . He briefly looked up from her pretty face just as Trevor came back into the room, his eyes darting down to their position on the couch before arching his eyebrow at him.
Quinn just relaxed further into her , raising a brow straight back. He wasn't moving anytime soon.
"It's David Bowie In Tights". He stated like that was all Trevor needed to know . "She's never going to turn it off." He said.
Cherrie laughed , grinning at him as she levelled him with a look. "Don't put this all on me! You love it just as much as I do! You're the one that told me to put it on." She reminded him swiftly . Tucking her feet breath her to her more comfortable.
Quinn bashfully looked down at her hair instead of meeting her knowing eyes , fiddling with her braid he made .
âCause I know it makes you feel better." He muttered quietly .
She looked at him for a long moment , taking in his scabbed nose that was still healing , his messy hair that was sticking out below his ears . Eyes trailing down to the sweatpants and her oversized hoodie that he was wearing .
Smiling a little at way they always ended up wearing each other's sweaters , even when they had they're own. Cherrie was certain that the reason most of her oversized hoodies had been going missing was because of him.
Both of them preferring to wear each otherâs sweaters instead. It made her chest arm and she smiled .
"You make me feel better." She told him softly , honestly . Forgetting for a moment that they weren't alone and that her boyfriend was still in the room with them , watching their interaction with a frown on his face.
She added as an after thought "and youâre getting so much better at braiding now. I might make you do it for me all the time." She praised him , taking her braided hair out from his hand to admire his work.
She knew that he had been watching videos to learn how to do it for her after hearing her complain about how she hated doing her hair but hated having it straight down . Yet refusing to cut it.
So he had been learning how to French braid hair to make her happy. It was working . Quinn saw the soft smile on her Pretty face and blushed.
Trevors frown deepened . He coughed a little , feeling annoyed when both of their heads snapped over to him. Seeming to only then remember that he was even there at all.
Seeing his annoyed look, Cherrie gave him a smile "you want to watch it with us?" Having been trying to get Him to like her interests . But he just refused to bite. No matter how many times she begged him to watch her favourite Movie or listen to her favourite songs . He just wouldn't .
Quinn did.
Trevor scoffed out a laugh "fuck no. I can't watch this shit again. Not my thing." He said while leaning down to steal a kiss from her .
Deliberately deepening it for a moment for Quinn to see, narrowing his eyes at him a little when he finally pulled away.
Quinn's jaw was clenched as he stared straight ahead at the tv , kicking Trevor away from him seeing as he has to lean down onto his space to kiss Cherrie since she was still laid in his arms. Quinn wanted to kick the smug smirk Straight off his face , he really did.
"I'm gonna go play Xbox. Order me some takeout please? Quinn's paying." Trevor said with a smirk as he gave her one last kiss before moving away to head to her gaming room Instead.
Cherrie let out a disappointed sigh, watching him go with a small frown.
Quinn scoffing beneath his breath as him. "Fuckhead." He muttered moodily "I'm making sure they soak his pizza in pineapple." He said.
Cherrie looked at Him in amusement "he hates pineapple ." She replied. Letting him pull the fluffy blanket around them .
Quinn dimming the lights as he pulled her closer to him. Gently Stroking at the soft skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up with his thumb.
"Exactly." Was all he murmured . Grinning at her as he tucked her into his side. Pressing his lips against the side of his head, content that she was still there with him. Not leaving him at all.
"He's an idiot by the way." He commented quietly a few minutes later as they watched her favourite film "this is great." He told her in a mumble he, not looking at her. Grateful for darkness in the room so that she couldn't see the dark flush on his cheeks.
They grinned at each other and cuddled even closer on the couch . Forgetting that Trevor was even in the same apartment as them at all.
Then Trevor thinks back to the time when he had walked into another close scene of them, having become more accustomed to their closeness and weird moments together the longer that he dated her .
So He wasn't that surprised to find them in her bathroom Together , Quinn sat on a stool with Trevors girlfriend in front of him in just a tshirt, gold eye masks on her face as she held his face in her hands . Plucking his brows.
Trevor paused by the open door , sighing in exasperation as he looked at them. "What the hell are you two doing now?" He wondered. Getting their attention.
It was only Quinn that glanced at him, cheeks red as he sat still on the stool for her. Eyes warily eyeing Cherrie as she brought the tweezers closer to his eyes.
"Making him look pretty." Cherrie murmured in concentration . Tongue poking out between her teeth as she plucked some hairs , Quinn wincing like she had cut him.
Trevor laughed. Loudly . "You got magic baby?" He teased. Smirking at the unimpressed look Quinn immediately shot him.
"Fuck you! You're girlfriend thinks I'm pretty." Quinn shot back at him just as quick .
Trevor rolled his eyes "my girlfriend hugs wet dogs and thinks rats are cute. Her opinion can't be trusted." He said.
Cherrie shot him a glare over her shoulder at that, shaking her head at them. "And your girlfriend is right here. Shut up." She snapped at him before looking back down at Quinn.
Gently tilting his head to get a better angle , feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingers . His eyes flittering around her face, counting her freckles now that she was so close . He let out a slow , shaky breath.
"Keep still Q." She murmured to him softly "they're gonna look so good." She promised him.
Quinn just sighed , letting her do whatever she wanted to him. If she told him she wanted to shave his head he would let her. He never could say no to her.
"Just- just donât make them too thin alright?" He muttered instead. Wincing at the pinching pain as she plucked some more.
Trevor shook his head in disbelief at them , leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them .
âI can't believe you're letting her do this." He said to Quinn honestly.
Quinn didn't even glance at him as he answered in a mutter . "why not? Have you seen her brows? They're perfect and she does them herself. No better person to do it." Meaning it.
She always helped him take care of his appearance the best that she could, knowing how lazy he got with it. It was thanks to Cherrie that his hair was in nice condition at all. She had been the one to go out and get him some fancy shampoo and conditioner , making him do hair masks with her when she did one.
She trimmed his nails when she did her own, even painted them when she was bored. She was the reason he now had a skin care routine .
Having enjoyed the way that she would take her time and softly rub the lotions and creams into his skin, carefully showing him how to do it .
Yet he always complained to her that it didn't feel the same when he did it, grinning smugly to himself when the night would turn into a mini spat night for him instead. With him lying lazily against her pillows as she did his skincare for him, her hands gently rubbing in oils and creams until he was halfway asleep on her bed.
He loved it. So what? She was making him feel good and look good at the same time. He wasn't going to say no to that. He wasn't that fragile in his own masculinity, thank god.
He Liked her doing his nails and his hair, liked her making him all soft and pretty. Simple because it made her happy and that made him happy In return.
Cherrie grinned down at him, pushing his cheeks together until his lips puckered as she cooed down at him . Flattered. "Awww! Thank you." She finished off his brows quickly. Nudging Him over to the mirror to take a look.
"Alright weirdos." Trevor took this time to slide in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he tucked his face into her neck. Sighing happily as he gave her a firm squeeze.
"We still on for tonight baby?" He checked in with her lowly .
Kissing down her neck as he pulled her close to him making her sigh quietly. Eyes fluttering closed as his hand slid beneath her shirt to rub at her hips gently. Teasing her .
âItalian food and Netflix in bed?" He pulled away to wiggle his eye brows at her suggestively .
Turning her body around to face him , her back now to Quinn as he watched them through the mirror l with a scowl on his face . Blood burning and heart aching.
Quinn diverted his eyes as soon as he saw Trevors hand wander to her ass in the reflection , catching sight of the way he squeezed and slapped at it playfully , rocking her hips shamelessly into his as he kissed her. Not caring that he was there.
Cherrie was giggling against his lips, blushing a little at the attention . "Sure. Can't wait." She mumbled into the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of being kissed for a moment .
Moaning a little as she felt his hand slid between her legs teasingly , titling her head back with his free hand as he sucked at her neck, leaning his mark for Quinn to see .
"So good for me huh?" Trevor murmured smugly as he teased her, lifting his head to make eye contact with Quinn through the mirror.
The tension rising in two different ways as the older hockey player glared back at him hatefully , Trevor feeling smug for a moment that she was finally Paying him attention like she should have been.
"You two make me sick." Quinn snapped while turning around. Sick of seeing them. Sick of seeing Trevor hands on her soft skin , touching her in ways he could only dream of.
But most of all he hated that it was his fault for wasting his chance. Hating the way that it could have been him taking her back to her room, pinning her ahinst her bed as he fucked her loudly for everyone to hear.
But instead it was Trevor that got to do that now and Quinn had to suffer through the night , grinding his teeth as he laid in the spare bedroom to her own room.
Hearing her bed frame big off the wall over and over again . His eyes squeezed shut in both anger , jealousy and shame as he listened to her getting fucked by Trevor. Her moans Loud as she screamed his name , her crys and whimpers making him hard as he clenched his jaw. Blocking out Trevors grunts and his stupid voice calling her a slut and demanding her to tell him who fucked her this good.
And when she moaned 'you do.' Quinn pretended that it was him she was fucking. That it was him she was sucking off. That it was him she was cumming around that night .
He kept his eyes tightly closed , his heart pounding in his chest as he wrapped his fist around his rock hard cock and jacked himself off to the sound of her screams in the room next door. Rutting into his hand frantically as he clenched his teeth together painfully as he heard her scream , begging to be fucked harder .
Hating that it wasn't him , knowing that Trevor could never fuck her the way she wanted. The way only he could .
He came into his hand Wishing that it was him.
Then there was that moment in the bar when someone Thought that Quinn and Cherrie were together . Like he was just the extra friend .
He was Busy talking to Jack with a beer in his hand. Barely listening as his girlfriend chatted away to a girl she had made friends with in the toilets , all of them tipsy as she showed off the bracelet on her and Quinn's wrist to the girl proudly.
"I made them! Look.." she beamed while gently twisting his wrist closer to show her Quinn's bracelet.
"Itâs supposed to bring him luck and good health. I put little crystals and gems on it too for protection since he's always getting his face busted in games." She rambled to her , leaning onto his side with a grin.
Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, just sipping on his beer as he watched her fondly as she rambled on and on, having fun. Making friends.
He has always enjoyed watching her like this, it amazed him to see how magnetic she was, how easily she could make friends and talk to people like she has always known them. Making them feel special. It made him smile against his bottle as he watched the girl gush over their matching bracelets she had made them.
"Babe! Tell her- it worked didn't it? Like- he scored as soon as I gave it to him! The woman at the Crystal shop told me it would give him luck. I even put it out to charge under the moonlight for extra luck! Didn't I babe?" She nudged Quinn drunkenly , nodding for him to tell her.
Quinn chuckled , nodding along . Gently squeezing her shoulder with his hand . "She did and it did. It works good. No pucks to the face so far." He confirmed with a laugh. Ruffling her hair affectionately.
The girl cooed at them, just as drunk. Pressing her hands to her cheeks as she beamed at them. "Awww! You two are so cute together! Such a perfect match! How long have you been together?" She gushed obliviously . Assuming they were in love. They looked it.
That caught Trevors attention. Body freezing as his conversation with Jack paused , both of them glancing beside them to see Cherrie and Quinn blushing , Trevor laughing loudly as he smacked jacks arm, as it to say 'believe this?'
Jack just grimaced.
"Oh no!" Trevor shook his head quickly asserting himself into their group.
"she's my girlfriend! Not his. They're just friends!" He let her know. Pushing away the churning in his stomach . Shaking off his sudden unease .
The woman frowned at him. Then she looked between Quinn and Cherrie in surprise . "Wow really? I never would have guessed!" Was all she said before exchanging numbers with his girlfriend . The two giggling and promising to hang out , Cherrie grinning to herself as they wandered off the bar together to meet the rest of her friends she came with . Just Happy that she made a new friend.
It left Jack stood between a scowling Trevor and uncomfortable Quinn who was refusing to look at either of them. Just sipping on his beer quietly as he fiddled with the bracelet around his wrist .
"Jesus...that was awkward ." Jack muttered. Nervously looking between the two of them.
Trevor scoffed, glaring over at quinn who refused to look at him. Just pursing his lips and staying quiet.
"That was weird right?" Trevor tried to brush it off. "Like, why would she even think that?" He laughed weakly.
Quinn didn't answer . Leaving Jack to silently
shake his head in disappointment and disbelief , giving his older brother a disapproving look that he refused to see.
Sighing to himself, knowing that this was not going to end well.
Then Trevor thought back to all the times that Cherrie had cut a date short because of Quinn , some lame excuse . Just like the time that Quinn had called her halfway during their date night at a fancy restaurant.
Trevor had been enjoying himself , chatting away to her about how good his season had been recently. Just admiring how stunning she looked in the candlelight , dressed in a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done perfectly. Looking like a supermodel.
Only his mood quickly came crashing down when she got done with her quick phone call and gave him a small grimace , already pushing her plate away from her . Mind made up before he even knew what was happening .
She was calling over to waiter to make her soup to go, looking down at Trevor apologetically while he just gaped up at his girlfriend in disbelief.
"What the hell are you doing? Where are you going?" He rushed out , annoyed and embarrassed. Feeling eyes on them.
Everything had been going so good until Quinn called. It was always Quinn and Trevor was starting to hate it. He knew that they were friends but this was ridiculous .
They were on a date for fucks sake!
"Quinn's sick and his head is flaring up from the hit on the rink! We're gonna have to rain check." She tells him In a hurry.
Offering a smile to the waiter returning with her packed up soup that she planned to give to Quinn now. Hearing his throaty voice on the phone as coughed and sniffled , not sounding good at all.
She was already planning on stopping at the store to grab some painkillers and cough syrup, maybe some ice cream too. Going through their usual plan for when one of them was sick.
It didn't matter that she was in the middle of a date, all that mattered to her then was getting to his apartment to look after him. Knowing that he was alone and hating that he was while feeling like this too. They always looked after each other . That wasn't going to stop now .
Trevor wasn't letting it go so easily this time and before they knew it, they were arguing about it in the middle of the restaurant.
Glaring over at his girlfriend in disbelief "he's a big boy who can take care of himself ! I don't get why you have to be the one to look after him!" He snapped at her angrily .
Cherie glared straight back "because he's my best friend? That's why!" She shot back at him. Annoyed. Grabbing her bag.
Trevor scoffed humourlessly , crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her pull out her phone to tell Quinn that she was on her way.
He shook his Head bitterly . "are you serious? You might've well have had him on the fucking date with us. You've been texting him the whole night too! It's always Quinn this and Quinn that, while I'm right fucking here!" He almost shouted at her, frustrated and jealous that her attention was never 100% on him.
Cherrie just looked at him then , guilt on her face as she wrapped her arms around herself. Not knowing what to say.
She swallowed "I'm sorry Trevor. I don't know what to tell you. You know we're close-"
He had heard it all before. So he just waved off her excuses with a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes in defeat .
"Yeah I do. Whatever Cherrie." He muttered . Not looking at her.
There was an uncomfortable silence, Cherrie glancing over her shoulder , rocking on her feet. Wanting to leave to get to Quinn but the guilt keeping her standing there for a moment longer .
She winced and softened her voice "are we okay trev?" She asked him quietly. Guilty.
But they both knew where her loyalty lied and it wasn't with him. She wasn't going to stay . Not while her best friend was sick and alone and needing her.
Trevor looked at her, taking in her pretty face and stunning dress and sighed. Rubbing at his Face , he nodded his head. Shrugging as well.
"We're okay." He lied.
Then there was the wedding where it all
Came crashing down . Trevor has been stuck watching as Quinn walked Cherrie down the isle, best man and maid of honour . Cherrie looking as beautiful as ever, and her arm firmly hooked through his as they both grinned each other . Looking perfect together.
He barely soldiered through that but it got too much when he noticed how Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off his girlfriend . Gazing at her longingly as they stood at either side of the bride and groom , grinning at each other occasionally .
Quinn smiling softly to himself as he watched Cherrie get emotional as the vows were said, his eyes never leaving her pretty face the whole ceremony.
Sat miserably on the wooden benches beside Jack, Trevor glared at him . Chest feeling tight.
âYou're brother has a staring problem man." He snapped quietly to him, visibly annoyed. Rose coloured glasses long gone .
Jack just sighed, also annoyed by now. Having been putting up with this for months . Wishing that it would just stop. And that they could all see sense . But it wasn't happening. And it was frustrating to sit back and watch, unable to do anything .
"You have a problem . He's not looked away from her since the moment they met Z. This isn't new." He said to him honestly .
Not getting it at all. It all seemed to simple and easy to him, he didn't understand why they were all even playing this game and hurting each other Like this. It made no sense to him. He thought they are all being incredibly stupid.
Then Jack watched Trevor sulk at the table with a glass of wine in his hand and sighed , having enough.
He sat beside him with a frown "come on dude, what are you doing?" He snapped at him. Sick of it.
Trevor frowned at him, lips pursed. "At a wedding?" He tried playing dumb. But it wasn't working at all.
The sadness and headache was written all across his face after watching them the whole night together, seeing the way they so naturally fit by each other's side. She had even managed to drag him to the dance floor with her, hands around his neck and Quinn's low around her waist as they swayed together to the music . Smiling at eachother like nobody else existed.
They looked so happy . Trevor felt sick.
Then he watched as the bride finally threw the boutique of flowers behind her , and low and behold they landed straight into cherries hand.
As though fate was laughing at Him Cruelly , tears stinging his eyes as he watched his girlfriend glance straight over to Quinn , not him , as she caught them. Clutching them to her chest tightly as she giggled , flustered with all the girls cooing at her, nudging her and laughing along as she looked straight at quinn. Raising a brow at him in amusement . Showing him the flowers .
And Quinn was already looking back at her , of course he was , a shy smile on his face as he shook his head affectionately at her .
Opening his arms to pull her into his embrace , before plucking one of the smaller flowers from the bouquet and putting it behind her ear gently. Neither of them even glancing his way. Seeming to forget he was even there at all. Like they always did.
He sniffled sadly he felt Jack pat his shoulder sympathetically , muttering curses about his brother and how sorry he was . But he was glad that he knew now. That he was seeing what he was seeing finally. At a wedding of all places.
And Trevor could only groan and put his head in his hands, heart falling to pieces .
"Shit." He groaned sadly. Seeing the truth a little too late. Denial has been a nasty birch but it was over now.
He saw it all.
Trevor finally got the courage to corner Quinn later that night. Seeing him sitting by the edge of the dock after the reception , everybody else still inside getting plastered and having fun.
But the air was somber as Trevor slowly lowered himself to sit beside Quinn, startling the older player from his thoughts as he looked at him in surprise .
"Z-" he knew. He knew that he knew. Of course he did. How could he not? The guilt was written all across his face.
It had been a long time coming hadnât it?
Trevor shook his head angrily, clenching his jaw as he tried to refrain from punching him straight in his face like he wanted to. That wouldnât solve anything.
"Why did you let me date her if you're in love with her?" He's blunt with it. There was no other way to say it.
He Sick and tired of all the lame excuses and long roads of denial. Of all the cowardliness and half bitten truths. It hurt too much now and he just wanted it to stop.
This was too much . It didn't feel so good anymore . Not when he knew for sure that he wasn't the right guy. His heart was sore and he fucking hated feeling like this. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid and so naive to think that he could have been the one. Believing That she could ever had loved him like she did Quinn.
That was sick dreaming but now his eyes were wide open and his heart was breaking. Because he knew what everyone around him already did.
And it hurt. So fucking bad.
Quinn's eyes widened in shock, shame and guilt almost shutting him down and he stammered out nervously , heart pounding in his Chest.
"I am not! Z- come on- I don't-" he can't even finish his lie. Tongue tied as he tried to deny the truth but he just couldn't anymore , the dark, ashamed flush on his face easily giving him away.
It was hurting him too. So fucking much. Because love had never been easy and it was finally knocking at their door, begging to be let free.
The truth hurt. It always did.
But Trevor just shook his head , face going blank .
"I asked you if you were okay with it and you said yes. I never stole her from you."He muttered angrily .
Eyes Staring blandly out at the lake , not wanting to look at him anymore as his heart was finally shattered apart , as the truth came crumbling down around them. Cutting the both of them open, but only one of them was getting out of this unscathed and with the light.
Quinn swallowed guilty , lower lip trembling as he followed his gaze out to the water surrounding them.
His heart dropping to his stomach, knowing that he really did know now because Trevor wasn't stupid. He liked to act like he didn't know what was going on but he did.
But sometimes it was easy to ignore the signs and to brush away the unease and suspicions when love was on the line .
Because Trevor had wanted Cherrie so fucking bad that he had been willing to overlook the truth, to ignore that she wasn't in love with him . That he wasn't the one she searched for in every crowded room.
He wasn't the one . Would never be.
He had wished so badly to be, had done everything he could to get her to return his love but it just hadn't worked.
Because she was never his to begin with .
"She...but she said yes to you." He mumbled out quietly , swallowing anxiously as he fiddled with her bracelet around his wrist that he had yet to take off .
The lump in his throat only growing bigger as Trevor laughed sadly, shaking his head bitterly at him .
"yeah she did. 'cause you didn't say no. I was the other option. The other guy . I was so fucking stupid.." he laughed humourlessly , wanting to slap himself for being so foolish with naive hope that it really could have been him.
Quinn went silent . Not knowing what to say. What could be said that he didn't already know?
Quinn was in love with Trevors girlfriend and had been long before he had even met her. And deep down. Trevor had always known that it was true.
He had seen the looks, the touches and the obvious love between them but he has still pursued her. Because she was beautiful Cherrie and he was just a man who fell in love.
He laughed in disbelief while rubbing a hand over his face in both anger and sadness . Because this was it .
âI can't believe that I've been so stupid to think that it would stop , and that you would two would get over each other , and that she would be happy with me!" The tears filled his eyes . Sniffling to himself as the pressure mounted his chest . Heartbroken.
âShe is happy with you-"Quinn croaked guiltily . Watching him from the corner of his eye as he harshly wiped the tears from his face , snapping his head over to glare at him. Done with the lies.
He cut him off angrily. "No. She's happy when you're there with us! I've been third wheeling my own relationship trying to convince myself that everyone else was wrong. That I could be the one! Like that was ever an option!"
Quinn looked back at him then, and frowned defensively. "What? You wanted her to ditch me for you? Relationship or not . That was never going to happen. We're best friends-" he started to argue back because the guilt was killing him and he hated the way it was making him feel.
He didn't want to be the bad guy in Trevors story but some things just couldn't be helped. It was too late now. Trevor was the other guy and he was only finding that out now, and it hurt. Of course it did. This was what Jack had tried to warn him about from the start.
He laughed or maybe it was a cry , he really couldn't tell anymore . His heart was fucking breaking and he had never felt so stupid in his life.
"Oh come on! cut the shit Quinn! Stop fucking lying to me and to yourselves . You're not just 'friends'. Friends don't look at each other the way you do . At the wedding-" he took a deep breath to push down his anger , his sadness quickly taking over for him instead. Pushing him on.
"You looked at her like you were imagining her walking down that isle to you. And when she caught those flowers- you smiled. So fucking hard man! That was the moment I knew. Itâs never going to be me is it?" He realised out loud. Looking straight at him.
The truth cut deep. But the knife went both ways.
Quinn blinked back the tears from his eyes, guilt clouding his face horribly. Feeling like complete and utter shit as he saw the hurt written across his face.
"Z-" he started say but his voice cracks with pain , feeling horrible for what he had done . The hurt they had both caused him without even realising it.
He laughed humourlessly , shaking his head as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. "No! No. Don't try to sugar coat it or make me feel better! Cause that's not going to work. I just want the truth! Tell me the truth Quinn!" He shouted at him. Tired now.
There was a long , tense pause where they both just looked back out at the lake again , hearts aching.
Quinn swallowing as he looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, gently caressing her initials on the small stone beside his .
"Are you in love with her?" Trevor asked him quietly . Already knowing the truth. But he wanted to hear it. Wanted some sort of attempted closure. Wanted to know that he wasn't insane. That he was right. That everybody else was right.
Quinn sighed shakily, cupping his mouth with his trembling hand as he tried not to cry.
"do I really need to answer that?" He breathed out quietly, voice barely a whisper . Eyes blurry from the tears. Unable to look at him from the guilt he felt.
Trevor sighed long and hard .
 "yeah. You do Quinn. It's the least that you owe me. The respect to look me in my eye and tell me the truth." He told him seriously. Meaning it.
Quinn turned to him finally and his face read everything that he needed to know.
Despite knowing the truth , Trevors face crumbled anyways. A small part of him hoping that it wasn't true. That he was crazy. That she could be his.
But it was never going to be him.
"I'm sorry man." He pleads for him to understand "it's not my fault alright? I just-I tried not to be. I tried to ignore the feelings and push it away but-" he placed his head in his hands, feeling terrible. Shaking his head in frustration at himself .Â
"I can't. I've loved her since she opened her big mouth and called me a stupid idiot when we first met. And I've loved her everyday since. And I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for loving her. I can't be." He whispered brokenly .
Trevor doesn't say anything for a while. Just Shaking his head slowly in both resignation and disbelief. Unable to believe that he had let himself lie to himself for this long.
And All because he loved a girl.
Now look at him. Heartbroken and crying. So fucking sad. It was pathetic .
He was letting kind of wanting to kill Quinn. Kind of wanted to push him into the lake. Kind of wanted to pretend that none of this had ever happened just so he could get to kiss Cherrie goodbye one more time.
It just hurt. This whole thing had splintered him in half , he never knew that love could be so cruel.
"and she loves you too?" He sniffled.
She never said it back to him. No matter how many times he told her that he loved her. He really should have known.
Quinn swallowed thickly , guilt keeping his eyes down to his feet in shame . "I think so. I don't know.."
"Yes you do!â He muttered in annoyance while rolling his eyes , scrubbing at his face roughly with his hands . Heart shattered on the ground by Quinn's and his feet .
So He slowly pushed himself up from the ground and took one last look out at the calm waters around them.
Then looked back down to the tearful hockey player below him and nods his head to himself , accepting what was meant to be.
"You know she does. I know she does. Don't waste it man. I wish I was you. She's a forever kind of girl isn't she? " he lets his truthful words linger for a long moment "just not for me. Not my forever.â
"Z-" he calls up to him quietly , face confused , eyes wide as he looked at him.
âare you-why aren't you punching me?" He wanted to know. Having expected it. Or worse.
Trevor just cracks a sad smile and shrugs his shoulders . Tucking his trembling fingers into his pockets instead .
"what's the point?" He says honestly, exhausted .
âI can't change how you guys feel. I'll just have to change my feelings instead . She's really easy to fall in love with huh? Go tell her man. Don't be as stupid as I was." He advises him, not longer having anything left to say.
Not risking staying around any longer , not wanting to actually give into the urge to hit him. That wouldnât solve his broken heart .
So he simply left. Never looking back.
Then six months later he's watching them kiss underneath the New Years fireworks. Tears of happiness in both of their eyes as they held onto each other tightly , everybody cheering loudly around them .
Quinn laughing tearfully as he held her face in his trembling hands. Telling her he loved her over and over again while she cried . Laughing along with him, the diamond ring glinting underneath the sparkling lights , proudly slid onto her finger as people congratulated them. Both of them lost in their own world together. not much had changed there .
They didn't see anybody else but each other .
Trevor downed jacks champagne glass for him and laughed a little to himself , watching in silent defeat as Cherrie looked over her shoulder with a grin worth a thousand goodbyes and hellos on her ruby lips .
He watched as her smile softened as she met his gaze , then as she gave him a small wave , Quinn to busy crying happy tears into her neck as Luke Wrapped his arms around the both of them . Shouting his congratulations and telling everybody that this has been a long time coming.
He couldnât have been any closer to the truth if he tried.
Trevorâs face softened too and instead of causing a scene , he just winked at her . "Nice ring." He mouthed over to her , smirking a little. Heart still aching but she looked so fucking happy and he knew that she would look just as pretty in white.
She laughed. Then shrugged gently back at him, the apology in her eyes clear before Quinn was pulling her down for another kiss. Lost in her. As always .
And Trevor understood what that felt like . He didn't feel any anger then. Just an ache . A lingering feeling of 'what if?' And what could have been. That he knew would forever follow him around.
But they were happy. He couldn't , wouldn't, ruin that. He didn't want to.
Because he knew deep down that he could never have made her as happy as Quinn did. It was just the truth.
Jack was patting his shoulder gently . Happy for his older brother but also feeling sorry that his friend had gotten his heart teared in the process , caught between all the love and mess that love created.
But here they were. And time was moving on. They all were. Older but never wiser .
"What happened man?" Jamie was his clearly
gobsmacked.. way out of the loop as he gaped at Cherrie and Quinn kissing shamelessly in front of everyone , never letting each other go .
Having watched the eldest brother get down on one knee and cry his love for her in front of all their friends and family . It was safe to say that He was a little more than shocked.
Looking over at Trevor In disbelief , wondering what the hell he has missed. And how he could be there and not sobbing on the floor in grief.
Trevor just laughed quietly and shrugged his shoulders. Sighing long and hard Bedford he simply told himÂ
âlong story short I was the wrong guy."
But she has found him now. And she didnât have to look very far because he was right there all along. Waiting for her to see him. And now that she did, she was all about him now.
And Trevor was just another star in her sky, while Quinn was her entire universe.
jack not being able to hide the fact that heâs clearly in love with reader the first time he saw them at one of his concertsđđĽ˛
Here you go love!
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Jack was performing in your home town and it had taken very little convincing from your friend to get you to go with her. She'd found tickets last minute and you agreed to go; you'd both been fans for a few years.
You'd managed to get front row, it was a tight squeeze but you needed to see this man up close and personal. The show had started and Jack was singing bop after bop, you and your friend singing your little hearts out. It got to the segment where Jack came down to the barrier as he sang first class. He'd started the other end to where you and your friend were, making his way over slowly. You held out your hand and he brushed his fingers across yours as he passed, stopping after your friend and turning around.
He continued singing as the two of you held the most intense eye contact you've ever had with someone. Butterflies errupted in your stomach as he took your hand, bringing the mic away from his mouth as the instrumental part of the song played.
'Hey' you just managed to hear him over the screaming girls around you.
'You may be the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on' you were cheek-to-cheek at this point as he was leant over the barrier whispering in your ear.
'You're not too bad to look at yourself' you smirked as he pulled away, shooting you a grin before leaning in again.
'Give my guy your number' and just like that he was gone, you watched as he briefly spoke to a guy standing by the end of the barrier, the same guy who walked over to you and took your number before leaving again.
'Sorry everyone, think I just met the love of my life' Jack's voice echoed through the arena as he shot you a wink, the entire place erupting into screeches and cheers as he continued onto the next song.
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'I did not say it like that, you're way over-exaggerating it' Jack's voice was playful as he sat beside you on the sofa, your three daughters sat on the floor infront of you as you cuddled your yougest in your arms.
'Daddy was in love with mommy at first sight' your eldest daughter grinned.
'Oh there's no denying I loved your mom the second I laid my eyes on her but I'm not sure I proclaimed it to everyone in attendence' Jack's eyes met yours, your brows raised at him in a 'don't lie' way.
'It's not good to lie to your children Jackman' you tutted, readjusting your daughter on your lap.
'Yeah daddy, musn't tell lies' your second oldest daughter grinned, jumping up from her spot and onto Jack's lap, he let out a huff as she giggled.
'Mommy I hope I meet someone who loves me like you and daddy love each other' your daughters comment made your heart swell, you knew you'd hit the jackpot with your husband, he was incredible in everyway and each one of your daughters had a characteristic in them of his that you adored.
'Yeah well you girls aren't having no men until you're at least 80 years old' Jack watched as the girls' faces turned to him, the two youngest pulling a disgusted face.
'I already got a boyfriend daddy, Uncle Urb' your eldest grinned.
'Oh god help us all' you teased, admiring your beautiful family, so thankful of your friend getting you those concert tickets all those years ago.
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notes: first photo was taken and sent to me by @/bellaxward on twitter, so creds to her! also, iâm sorry, i feel like this update isnât the best but iâm running on like 3 hours of sleep and i was writing this bit by bit while super busy!
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 heyo! welcome back to my postgame boyfriend show! tonight the njdevils played against the spawns of satan (not trevor)! or.. i mean.. the new york rangers.
we start tonightâs recap off with a very cute picture i got of my boyfriend and his best friend (again; not trevor) talking about how much they love me during warmups!
we also have da sun showing me that the tooth fairy came to visit him awhile ago! i bet he got lots of money for his toofer, however i wouldnât know because heâs stopped letting me steal his wallet.
our first goal of the night was a tip in by mr. haula at ya! followed up in the same period by a goal from timo time! notice how he made the post this time? thatâs because unlike most of these idiots (iâm looking at you, marino đ), timo takes me seriously!
however, immediately after timoâs goal, haulaback girl was placed in the sin bin for tripping. i was very disappointed and he got a very strict talking to during first intermission and assured me he wouldnât get another penalty. he lied.
he got a penalty in second period for the exact same reason that he did in the first. i cannot promise i was as nice to him in the second intermission.
we got a few scrums in this game, but my personal favorite one was in third period and ended much too quickly for my liking. BOO, REFS!
and finally, we have some pictures of my gorgeous, talented, sometimes annoying babygirl⌠my boyfriend!
tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, ehaula, tmeier96, ryangraves27 and vitacz15
dawson1417 y/n, i never LET you steal my wallet. you would take it from my pocket and count my money and then give it back, like a thief thatâs really bad at their job
y/ndevils00 iâm just a very curious person! i like to know everyoneâs business, all the time. and you never told me to stop đ¤ˇââď¸
jackhughes if i remember correctly, dawson and i were actually discussing our plans for the off-season
y/ndevils00 you remember incorrectly
jackhughes did you just call me babygirl
y/ndevils00 youâre so babygirl
jackhughes thank you?
john.marino97 why does everyone else get normal penalty reactions but me?
user52 wait, did y/n ACTUALLY just talk to Haula?!
john.marino97 @/user52 yes!
user52 OH MY GOD JOHN ILY
y/ndevils00 because youâre my bff and i only want the best for you
john.marino97 every day i rethink why i decided to become one of your best friends
y/ndevils00 you love me
trevorzegras did you seriously just specify that you werenât talking about me when you said spawn of satan?
y/ndevils00 i didnât want anyone to get confused!
trevorzegras i donât like you
y/ndevils00 wait really???
trevorzegras wait no y/n iâm sorry. i was just joking
y/ndevils00 đ¸ caught in 4k
trevorzegras i hope both sides of your pillow are hot tonight
tmeier96 i made the post!!
y/ndevils00 you did a good job with my demands 𫡠i love my blankie
ehaula second intermission⌠youâre scary
y/ndevils00 remember that.
ryangraves27 why did you have to do me like this?
y/ndevils00 idk what you mean đ¤
user6 y/n is a menace and iâm here for it
lhughes_06 do i get to be in these posts when i join?
y/ndevils00 moosey, youâll replace jack as the star of the show
jackhughes now hold on! letâs not get ahead of ourselves here!
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i said what i said.
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes can we keep her?
jackhughes i intend to
nicohischier no feature for me tonight? i feel betrayed
y/ndevils00 i only have 9 picture slots bud, idk what to tell ya đ¤ˇââď¸
y/ndevils00 make a goal next time or something
nicohischier iâm gonna steal your cat
y/ndevils00 you wouldnât!
nicohischier i probably wouldnât even need to steal her. i bet jack would just give her to me.
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes TELL HIM HEâS WRONG!
jackhughes âŚ. no comment
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes youâre sleeping on the couch
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that only hurts you babe. every time you say that, you end up dragging me in to the bed at like 2am because you canât fall asleep without me
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you canât cook broccoli.