hey π«° iβve honestly lost a lot of interest in writing and i feel like thereβs a lot of drama coming with it recently and im just kinda sick of it, my mind has turned to hell these past couple of months and even though i barely post anymore ill probably be stepping back or just taking a loong hiatus. iβll probably still be around but tons less active because i just need to get offline and do something with my life, love you lots xx
DOES LOVE COME AROUND OR DOES ONE COME AROUND TO IT? πΰ§ chuck timely
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i need some high hopes lord knows i could use em!
long story short: chuck never gets laid. something about his personality made him βunlovableβ or maybe it was the fact heβs always hungover, or that heβs always late, or that heβs really broke. one of those, probably.
one fateful day, you ended up at joys automobile, god knows what was wrong with your car. greeting you, was no other than mr chuck timely. youβd never met, but obviously youβve heard stories. he greeted you with a big buck tooth smile, βchuck,β he said shaking your hand βwhatβs wrong with your car?β you explained to him, even though you didnβt really know what was up,
you sat in the lobby for a couple hours while he worked, honestly you didnβt know what was so bad about him. he was kinda charming? heβd pop out every so often to come say hi and update you on the status of your car. he comes back out a final time to tell you itβs finished, you thank him and pay but inside youβre kind of upset to say goodbye to him. that is until you get in a car and see a paper tucked in the cup holder. you unfold it, β316-348-4313 call me :)β oh my god. none of your friends could know about this, or they would be so dissapointed. chuck timely of all people.
you were knocking on the door of a small, rustic house the following night. he answers and greets you with a hug. βwell are you gonna come in?β he jokes. he was honestly a really nice guy when you got to know him! youβd returned home satisfied that night, he wasnβt that bad in bed either.
but he still had the question: does love come around or does one come around to it?
AN: HEYY!! short little fic because i am so up i love you chuck timely
she dont like 90s rock she dont really do indie pop
there was something about her. Macklin had known about her for a long time. she was somehow connected to the Toffoliβs, so she was around a lot. always at games or parties, but no one actually knew a lot about her except for Cat and Toff. after macklin broke the record for most points in a single season for a sharks player there was obviously a big after party. but he didnβt really like talking about himself, so it felt kinda awkward. he clung close to Will the whole night even though this was supposed to be about him. but his eyes kept lingering towards her. there was nothing inherently special about what she was wearing but he just kept catching himself drifting. and then she left. he didnβt get a single word in, he was going to be leaving to boston for the summer too so he didnβt know if he ever would.
after everyone except he and will left he had to ask Cat about her. βwho is that?β Cat gives him a look βwho? oh, Y/N?β Mack nods. βSheβs a friend of ours, sheβs your age actually.β Heβs pleased with that info, but he needs to know more. βDoes she have instagramβ he blurts out.β Cat laughs and grabs her phone. βIf you were interested all you had to do was tell me.β He follows her and soon gets a follow back.
it takes a while for him to get the confidence to send a dm. heβs at a bar with Aiden and Will in boston, and before he gets too drunk he sends a quick βhey how are youβ which is funny, considering theyβve never talked. probably shouldβve gone with a better opener. much to his delight though, she responds rather fast. βhi Macklinβ is the first message, the second one reads βi saw a video of you doing a horrible kegstand lolβ he scoffs out loud at that. he isnβt present, because heβs too busy texting. Aiden and Will donβt seem to mind, theyβre happy for him. Mack has a week until he heads back to San Jose. him and Y/N plan to hangout once heβs back. and if you ask anyone in his immediate circle he wonβt shut the fuck up about it, or her. He adores spending time with Will, but all he wants is to be home from Boston.
Once heβs back, they go to dinner together and stop at a park to talk after. Mack really enjoys that park but she didnt seem to. she was obviously the same girl heβd been texting but she seemed a lot more pessimistic in real life. she seemed to hold on to every detail of everything wrong in her life. She bitched about the music playing in the restaurant, some Sabrina Carpenter song. She was complaining a lot about her friends too, they did something that set her off apparently. after spending a minute at her house they part ways for the night. They continue texting through the week but donβt see eachother again. Until,
Will gets home from Boston, they go out to the bar and just hope Mack doesnβt get kicked out by the bouncer again. as they walk in the bar, he spots someone in the corner of his eye, Y/N. and sheβs with the same girls she was complaining about last week. and sheβs dancing to the same song she was complaining about. look at you letting go a little bit. Will snaps him out of his trance and they sit at the barstool. his night was kinda ruined, she didnβt see him at all! or she was just ignoring him. he canβt even decide which is worse. heβs at the Toffoli house with Will the next morning and is utterly upset about how itβs going. sheβs being so dry when she texts now, heβs not sure if he did something or sheβs just like this. he doesnβt even bother asking Cat.
when they finally meet up again, itβs at the same park from before. she barely asks Mack any questions and is complaining again! βyou donβt seem like a very positive personβ he says without really thinking. βwhat?β βyou keep complaining every time iβve seen youβ she goes quiet. he regrets saying it now, because sheβs standing up and grabbing her stuff, βwait donβt go i didnβt mean it like that-β and sheβs gone.
Mack is gonna have a really awkward next season as long as sheβs still friends with his teammates.
AN: hi! i really enjoy this song and thought a fic inspired by it would be really cute! i started this during the playoff push and just am now finishing it, sad sharks didnβt make it but go mammoth! (very contradicting i know)
just not you! ΛΛΛ rockstar!tucker x college!reader
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he seemed like the perfect guy! i mean he was nice (sometimes), cute, and he was in a band! every time you saw him it felt like the world stopped moving. you barely knew him but saw him on campus all the time, never having the courage to say hi. until, he stopped you when you were out at the bar with your friends. βy/n, right?β he said leaning against the table. wait, he knew who you were? βyeah, and you are?β you said it kind of jokingly. of course you know who he is. βtucker.β he pauses βcould i maybe get your number? i would love to hangout.β βyeah yeah of course.β you take the phone from his hand and type your number in. he nods and walks away. you turn to your friend βwhat the fuck!β you half whisper.
and you spent the whole night texting him. you didnβt touch another drink and barely spoke to your friends. you were itching to get home so you can text him in silence. after being the chauffeur to all your friends, he texted you and invited you to dinner at his place the following night. what could go wrong? you showed up, he had made you pasta. it wasnβt that good, but he was a college boy to be fair. he asked you a couple questions about yourself, then proceeded to mansplain for 30 minutes about how good his band is and how he swears βtheyβre going mainstream soonβ huh, atleast you guys both like music! he said some of his favorite musicians are weezer, elliot smith, a tribe called quest, and the beetles. he had pretty good taste. he took you to his room and you watched him play drums for a while. it was pretty boring but you would do anything as long as heβs interested. after he was finished you guys made out for a reasonable amount of time, then you went home.
he didnβt have many interesting things to say unless it was about music. you wouldnβt call him your boyfriend per-say, but he wasnβt just a friend either. you still really like him but it gets pretty boring when all he wants to talk about is his band and himself. he asked you to go to one of their shows, they were actually really bad. but you lied so you could get laid that night. it always felt like a constant cycle of familiarity with him. youβd heard him play βtragic girlβ on the drums atleast 10 times at this point. but you just couldnβt stop talking to him. itβs just something about him.
you guys went to a hangout with some of his friends together, but he barely talked you the whole night. he was talking to some other girl about his band. exactly how he does to you. and she seemed to be just as interested. does he do this to everyone? just girls he likes? after that night he stopped calling. would rarely text back, always canceling plans. youβd heard from a friend that him and the other girl were always together. what a shame. you hover over his contact and click the block button, and donβt look back.
an: FRESLY manipulated by a drum playing boy so yes this is a halfway true story yes i am that stupid no iβm not over him
youβd met matt at a bar a couple months ago, heβd text you on and off but nothing was ever consistent with him. you know he was involved with other people but you didnβt question much with it. it been a while since he texted, youβd honestly forgot about him till he said βcan i come over?β and who were you to say no.
he said heβd be over at 9:00 but it ended up closer to 10:30. βpractice run late or something?β you say opening up the door for him to come in. he mutters something about one of his teammates stressing him out. βwhy did you want to come over, exactly?β he looks at you after taking off his shoes βi havenβt seen you in a while.β βitβs not like you usually text, i mean. i havenβt heard from you in months.β he sits down across from you in the living room. βbeen busy.β your brows furrow. βwith what? nhlβs on break for the olympics.β βi still have to practice.β you look at him blankly. βi assume you had enough time to send a quick text.β and now iβm pathetic, wanting a bad thing.
after that night, itβs the same on and off game. youβd seen him with a girl in the media, was he talking to her like he was to you? did he fuck her the same as he did you? how often did he talk to her? you never confront him about it. you felt guilt as you sat in his lap letting him attack your neck. why were you doing this to yourself? you didnβt need his validation. but you felt yourself craving it. eventually he did open up about his girlfriend. he didnβt seem to like her very much. you didnβt understand why he wouldnβt just leave her, but you would never ask.
he got better at texting, but it was always about him. heβs always texting you about her and how annoying the thing that sheβs doing that day is annoying. it felt like you were more of a couples counselor then a love interest, telling him things he can try to do to save them. just hoping he would come over again. iβm just here keeping you warm till she comes around.
and he started coming more frequently. it still just felt like he was toying with you though. he stays till he finishes then he leaves. you know this isnβt healthy. that he isnβt good for you. but you canβt stop.
finish the job do your worst. if you can just coerce me itβs what i deserve. and the texts stopped coming. he stopped coming. his close friends (that he left you on) seemed to be filled with pictures of her now. itβs probably for the best. probably what you deserved for getting involved with him.
an: HI THIS WAS FUN!! i havenβt enjoyed writing for a while but i did enjoy this and im proud of it
set in the deeply still in love mv and inspired by wish you were sober by conan
you sigh as you see him go to the bar again. the night has been filled with pool, then a beer. pool, then a beer. itβs tiring for both of you. heβs so past tipsy at this point. having to be a designated driver was the worst. βhey babe,β you put your hand on his bicep βcan you maybe slow down on the drinks?β you say in a soft tone, you know how he gets when he passes his limit βwhat? you think i canβt afford it or somethin?β you sigh. βbaby.. can you even count how many drinks youβve had tonight?β he pauses. βno.β he spits out as he downs yet another glass. βleave me alone until we go, donβt be bitchy.β he says stumbling over his boots.
you stand stunned. did he just call you bitchy? who does he think he is. you stomp out of the bar putting the keys into his truck and going home. he canβt speak like that to you. the radio is playing no scrubs, you turn it all the way up and sing the whole way home. did he really say that to you? how many drinks did he really have?
about an hour later, you get a call from the other side of drunk tucker. the sad one. βbaby iβm sorry.. sβ been a long night. please just come get me.β βfine.β you mutter before hanging up. i mean itβs not like you can just leave him at the bar.
when you get there heβs stumbling out. god. he gets in the truck βhi sweet girll.. thank you for getting me..β βget in the damn car.β you say, not having the patience for this today. you start driving away and hear him say βyou look reaaally preetyy tonightβ¦β he pulls at a lock of your hair whilst admiring you. he showers you with compliments the whole way home. real sweet, but i wish you were sober. is all you can think the whole time.
it takes a minute and a lot of persuading, but you eventually lead him to your bed and cuddle him. even though he doesnβt really deserve it. one more time when heβs asleep you whisper in his ear, real sweet, but i wish you were sober.
an: this was fun to write, iβve had this idea forever π₯Ή sorry sheβs so short
