祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
#extradirty
hello vonnie
blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Sade Olutola
if i look back, i am lost
Keni
wallacepolsom
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cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
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@heypeople2
MASTERLIST
a/n: these writings are purely self-indulgent, i write when i feel like it or when an idea comes to mind. please be kind, i love you all <3
*smut
^fluff
trevor zegras
model!reader AU wildest dreams, part 1* wildest dreams, part 2^
soft launching
jack hughes
take me*
bbno$ x bryan woo - mary poppins
will says, "fuck!"
wrap your arms around me, baby boy - will smith
pairing: will smith x original female character
warnings: swearing, probably the most dialogue in a piece i've ever had, mention of marijuana , boston college (as a boston university alum this is a valid warning❤️), niche massachusetts references, fluff fluff fluff
inspired by + title: paper rings by taylor swift
word count: 5.5k
author's note: hi!! tried not to overthink this one too much because i've been in a writing rut lately and this turned out longer than i expected. i also usually try not to write about the kids or anyone younger than me but i feel like this song fit our fave lexington shark boy and i had fun exploring a college relationship like this. this is for @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy's eras tour fic challenge!! i hope you all enjoy it and lmk what you think!
october 2023
“I think I’m gonna marry you one day.”
Danielle Layden doesn’t even look up from her notes, unimpressed. “Sure, dude.”
“I’m serious,” She sighs, before putting her pen down and looking up at Will Smith, who’s continuing like he’s just asking her about the homework, which he did about three minutes prior. “You don’t think so?
She blinks, making sure that the professor isn’t in the lecture hall yet. “Will, I met you, like, three weeks ago, while you and your friends were high off your asses, mind you, and you don’t know how to write a proposal.”
“You have something against marijuana and bad writers?”
She rolls her eyes as he laughs. “We have a quiz in 5 minutes. Don’t you have something better to do?”
“Well, seat partner, I don’t think I do,” he says smugly.
“We are not seat partners,” she drawls out, taking a sip from the coffee that he brought her when he came in, toothy smile making her unable to be 100% annoyed with him. She doesn’t wanna overthink about the fact that it’s her exact order too, because he shouldn’t know that.
“I think we are,” he sings. “Are you coming to the game later?”
“What game?”
Will snorts. “Yeah, nice try. I know you stalked me on the internet after we met. I also talk about hockey all the time.”
“I don’t know what hockey is. Explain it to me again?”
“Smartass,” he mutters as a smile seeps through Danielle’s lips. “So are you coming?”
“Should I?”
“I think so.”
The professor claps his hands and he’s still looking at her, waiting for an answer. She just shrugs. She’ll leave him on his toes.
The next week, as Danielle’s been learning to expect now, Will slips in the seat right next to her, sliding over her coffee.
“How do you know my order?”
At the same time, he asks. “What did you think of the game?”
She blinks. “What if I didn’t go?”
“Dani,” he deadpans. “I know you went. I saw you in the crowd.”
“You saw me in the sold out crowd?” She eyes him warily. “I highly doubt it.”
“Evie told me where you guys were sitting beforehand.”
“Evie doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
“What did you think of the game?” He repeats with insistence.
She bites her lip. “You got a goal.”
“I did.”
“It was fun.”
He lights up like a puppy and she can’t help but melt. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nudges his shoulder. “You’re pretty good at this hockey thing. Better than you are at writing proposals.”
He chuckles, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“I’m glad you didn’t lose.”
“Doesn’t happen very often.”
“Cocky,” Danielle observes.
“Just like you are about writing proposals.”
She switches the subject. “How do you know what my coffee order is?”
“You told me.”
She tilts her head to the side. “When?”
“The night we met.”
“When you were high off your ass?”
“Quiet down,” he scolds playfully. “I am an athlete, you know? Gotta keep up that pristine image.”
She lets out a bark of laughter. “Pristine image? Okay, dude.”
“Hey, actually, before Langley comes in, I wanted to ask you something.”
That gets her attention, as she turns fully towards him. “What’s up?”
“Okay, so, you can say no,” Will starts, which, hilarious way to begin. She tries to hide her amused smile as he continues. “Would you mind looking over my midterm paper? I know you have all your own stuff to do so I totally get it. It’s just, it’s obvious you’re the best writer in this class and I’d really appreciate a second set of eyes like yours.”
A few seconds of silence pass by before Danielle smiles genuinely. “You don’t have to beg, Will. I’ll look over your paper. You only talk to me though. You don’t know that I’m the best writer in this class.”
“I think I do.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she deadpans.
He smirks, sliding his phone over. “Put in your number and we’ll find a time?”
She types her number in and texts herself, “I think you just wanna find an excuse to spend more time with me.”
“Busted. I did say I’m gonna marry you one day.”
“Let’s see what you get on your midterm first.”
november 2023
“Hey”
Danielle looks up from her books at the familiar voice, a bit disjointed because she’s not sitting in Fulton Hall but instead at the library. She takes her headphones out and tilts her head to the side at Will and two other guys right next to him. “Hi.”
“Do you mind?”
She starts clearing her stuff from the table, “As long as you’re not annoying.” She puts on a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Danielle. Or Dani. Whatever works.”
“I’m Ryan, and this is Gabe.” Ryan grins.
She narrows her eyes a bit, gaze lingering on Gabe. “You look familiar. Have we been in a class together?”
“Maybe? What are you taking?”
“You’re in my Psych class,” she concludes.
“With Petrovich?”
“The very one.”
Gabe lights up. It’s kinda adorable. “Where do you sit?”
“Don’t,” she says as Will chuckles, which causes one side of her lips to quirk up. “I’m not having a repeat with what’s happening with Will here.”
“Hey now,” Will says as his two friends laugh at him. “Leno’s the one from Amherst, by the way.”
Danielle lights up. “Oh! Will’s talked about you. I’m from Ludlow.”
“Really?” She nods as Ryan leans back in his seat. “I went to Pope Francis.”
“Of course you did,” she deadpans. “That’s almost as bad as St. Sebastian’s.”
Before she can think about if it’s too mean, Ryan has burst out into laughter. “You know what? Smitty should marry you. You’re funny.”
She whips her head towards Will, who looks smug. “Are you telling everyone that?”
“No,” he drawls out.
“Yes,” Gabe says with a giggle. “I mean, you are the reason Will did well on his paper.”
“I know,” she says wryly.
“So why wouldn’t he marry you?”
She ignores them and tilts her head to the side at Will. “You know, I didn’t think you’d lure your side pieces into this nonsense.”
“They’ve been here from the start!”
“Side pieces?”
She blinks, before, “Oh! You guys were also high the night we met. You were the friends. It was kinda dark so I didn’t really see your faces.”
“If Coach ever hears you, we’re banned from the team,” Will says.
“I don’t really have plans to get to know your coach, so you’re in luck.”
“Do you like hockey?” Gabe asks.
Danielle clicks her pen. “What’s hockey?”
“Don’t,” Will warns as she giggles. “She always does this.”
“What?” Ryan smirks. “Bust your ass?”
“I mean, good,” Gabe adds. “You need it, Smitty.”
She nudges Ryan in the shoulder and blows Gabe an air kiss. “I like you two. Dunno why you hang out with Will though, so that’s a character flaw.”
“Can you help me with Psych homework?” Gabe asks with a hopeful tilt.
“Of course.”
Will narrows his eyes playfully. “Get your own seat partner, Gabo.”
“As fun as this has been, unless you all are doing homework and can quiet down-”
“Can we join?” Will asks, playful facade fading into a genuine one. “We can leave, but we also did come to do homework.”
She puts an earbud back in. “Be my guest.”
By the end of her time in the library, she’s gotten a cookie from Ryan (“413 have to stick together, baby”), Gabe’s phone number so they can study for Psychology together and smiles from Will that has her stomach feeling unsettled. As she’s walking back to her dorm, she gets a text from her roommate Tracy. There’s a hockey game this weekend. Does Danielle wanna come?
She gives Tracy’s text a thumbs up.
december 2023
“Happy last class,” Will says, sitting down next to her.
She reaches out automatically for the coffee he slides over with a smile. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” He teases, but he’s visibly taken aback.
“Yeah,” she reaches into her bag to feel around for the crochet eagle. Once she finds it, she pulls it out carefully and places it in his hands.
His eyes soften. “You made this?”
She shrugs. “Yeah. I love crocheting and, I don’t know, it seemed fitting.”
“Thank you,” he says sincerely, clipping it onto one of the zippers on his backpack. She swallows, a frog suddenly appearing in her throat. “I’ll carry it with me everywhere.”
“When do you leave for Sweden?”
“Leaving BC the 13th, so gotta take all my finals early.”
She hums. “That’s soon.”
“It is,” he drums his fingers on the table. “It feels like this semester has flown by.”
“Yeah,” she says somewhat wistfully. A curl falls onto Will’s forehead and she has to dig her nails into her hands to prevent her from reaching up and fixing it.
He shakes his head a bit at himself, as if trying to motivate himself to do something. “Listen, I, uh, you can totally say no, because I know I kinda forced you to be my friend in the first place. And I’ve been wanting to ask you this for weeks now, maybe months, but I was thinking maybe when I come back next semester we could hang out?”
She teases him. “Hang out? Should we invite Gabe and Ryan along? Maybe Jacob? I met him the other day, you know. He threw you under the bus.”
“No,” he presses and Danielle hides her giggle at his minor petulance. “Just us two. On a date. Dinner and all. The whole nine yards.”
Danielle is full out grinning now. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“You’re impossible,” Will deadpans.
“Yes,” she says, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Yeah?”
“On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“I pay. I owe you for all the coffees this semester.”
He snorts. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“You said anything.”
“Dani.”
“Fine,” she pushes a finger into his chest. “You’re also deciding where we go though. I’m too indecisive for that.”
“Of course,” he grins, a slight blush painting his cheeks. “I’ll text you when I’m back on campus?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
january 2024
“It seems weird not seeing you Friday mornings anymore.”
Danielle chuckles as she opens the door to let Will inside. He steps to the side as she slips on her boots. “Not Mondays and Wednesdays?”
“Well, yes. But there was something nice about seeing you to end my week.”
She rolls her eyes. “Laying it down thick right at the start, huh?”
“Well, I would’ve brought flowers to really drive it home, but I remember you mentioning you didn’t like them.”
“You have a scarily good memory,” she remarks, grabbing her bag before they walk out of her dorm, Will’s hand hovering over her lower back. “Where are we going?”
“This restaurant called Seasons 52. It’s a 30 minute walk but we could also drive since I have my car. But it’s also nice out and I know you like walking everywhere-”
She halts in the hallway, causing Will to crash into her. “Will, that’s…a nice restaurant.”
“Is that okay? Too much?” His eyes widen in uncertainty. “I’ve been there with family for special events and stuff and it’s pretty good and I figured that-”
“It’s okay,” she assures him. “It is. I just, you didn’t have to do all that.”
Will shrugs as they wait for the elevator. “It’s not a big deal. You deserve all the stops. Wouldn’t wanna put that outfit to waste either.”
She snorts looking down at the nice brown sweater and jeans she put on. “This is nothing. You look very sharp. Different from the sweats you usually wear.”
“Hey!” He protests as she laughs. “Remember when you saw me in a suit before the game?”
“Yeah. I think I have those pictures on my phone still.”
He rolls his eyes at the memory of him seeing Danielle right before a game as she just snapped pictures of him with a smirk. “You know, the boys gave me crap about that for days.”
“Mission accomplished then.” She nudges his hip with hers right as the elevator doors open. “I know I texted you this already, but congrats on the Gold. My mom was confused why hockey was on the TV and it wasn’t the Bruins. My brother was pumped though. He’s been trying to convince me to get into hockey for years.”
He blinks. “You watched?”
“I tried to. Saw the gold medal match in full though. Landon loved Ryan’s celebration. What a bitch.”
“Landon’s your brother?”
“Yes he is.”
“Hockey fan?”
“Yeah. He went to BU.”
“Lame,” Will says without thinking.
She laughs. “I tell him that all the time.”
“Just the one brother?”
“Nah. Two younger sisters too. He’s the oldest. He loves it.”
“Your sisters must love you.”
Danielle takes her hair out of her jacket as they start walking. “Why do you think so?”
“I have an older sister. Grace. She’s awesome. Also at BC actually. So I know what it’s like to have an older sister to look up to.”
“I do love them,” she admits. “I think I’m the lucky one to have them though.”
For January, it is surprisingly warm as they make their way to the restaurant. Will has a grin plastered on his face the whole time as he just lets Danielle playfully rag on him. At some point, she grabs his hand and their hands stay connected and Will feels like he just scored a hattrick. Dinner is yummy and romantic and so fun because everything about Danielle Layden is fun. Will snags the check, ignoring her look in the process.
As they’re walking back to campus, Danielle has tucked herself into Will’s side. She pokes him playfully. “Do you still think we’re getting married?”
Will cackles. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”
“No,” she says softly, biting her lip.
He looks at her momentarily, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Good.”
Right in front of her dorm building, she kisses him. He smiles into her lips as he pulls her closer.
february 2024
Danielle has a big paper due next week. She doesn’t have time for this.
She checks her phone again to skip the song and rolls her eyes at the dozens of messages from Will the whole morning. Thank God she’s been on Do Not Disturb.
She may not know the ins and outs of hockey like her new boyfriend, but she knows what it’s like to lose. So she knows that he was really upset when BC lost in the first Beanpot game against BU. Hell, she was there in the stands. She knows the guys on the ice were one hundred times more upset than the fans in the stands representing the eagle.
But ghosting her and then ditching her on a pre-planned date they had the next day is uncalled for. Judging from the sheer amount of texts and missed phone calls the last 24 hours, she knows Will knows he fucked up. But she’s not doing this. She’s not taking this crap from anyone, much less a boy.
Two hours later, once she’s knocked out a good chunk of her paper, she leaves the library in search of some dinner outside of the dining hall to treat herself. It’s just her luck that as she’s walking past Conte with her headphones in, she sees some of the team in the distance walking towards her. Will is one of them.
She sees the moment he recognizes her and then stubbornly puts her head down. She hears him call her name, but she just brushes roughly past him, shoulders knocking together. If he wants to explain herself, he’s gonna have to do more than that.
When she’s just changed into her pajamas later that night, her phone rings. It’s Will again. She decides to answer.”
“What do you want?”
“Come outside.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t-”
“Please?”
She hears the plea in her voice. “Fine.” She hangs up, grabs her keys and jacket, and runs down the stairs.
As soon as she walks outside, she sees Will standing to the side, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hi,” he says.
“You ready to talk now?”
He flinches. “I deserved that.”
She crossed her arms, “Well?”
“I’m really, really sorry for ghosting you the last few days,” he rushes out quickly but tone dripped in sincerity and vulnerability. “I-it was really shitty of me to just avoid you and not respond to you at all, especially when I know you were just worried about me. I owed you more than that. I owe you more than that. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get to me like that. I’m sorry.”
She sighs. “Will, I get that losing a game like that sucks. I’m not really mad that you’re mad about it. I’m pissed that you didn’t talk to me, even if it was to tell me to leave you alone.”
“I’m really-”
She puts her hand up. “I’m not done yet.” He shuts his mouth and nods at her to continue. “I know I’m still trying to understand your world and how I fit into that, but getting ignored like I was the last few days sucked. We just started dating. It felt like a slap in the face. I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk to me, just tell me you don’t wanna talk to me instead of leaving me in the dark. If that happens again-”
“It won’t,” he says firmly. “It won’t. And it’s not my world that you have to fit into or whatever. It’s not about me. It’s never about me. It’ll never be about me. I fucked up, Dani. I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She looks at him for a moment, before jabbing a finger into his chest. “Apology accepted. Just talk to me next time, okay?”
“I will, I promise,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. “God, I’m such an idiot. It’s not like you’d ever judge me.”
“For what? The loss?”
“..Yeah?”
She rolls her eyes, taking her hands in his. “I judge you. I do it all the time, actually. Never, ever for that, though.” She squeezes his hands. “It just wasn’t you guys’ night. You’re a good hockey player, Will, but that’s not why I’m with you”
He chuckles wryly, leaning his forehead against hers. “I need to buy you a ring.”
“Easy, tiger,” she warns with a grin. “If you want me to completely forgive you, you owe me coffee for the next three months.”
“That easy?”
“No,” she admits. “But it’s a start.”
He places a quick kiss on her lips. “Anything. Anything you want.”
april 2024
The second the clock runs out, Danielle puts her head in her hands. There are murmurs of disappointment and cursing heard from attendants of the Frozen Four watch party her friend hosted, but all Danielle can do is bite her lip in sadness for Will and the other guys. She ses Ryan visibly sobbing and that’s her limit, as she walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water to take a breather. She fingers through her phone to the text chain with Will, sending a red heart and “always proud of you” before putting her phone back in her pocket.
She squeezes her eyes shut. God, they were so close. They worked so hard. Will’s worked so hard. But that’s just how it goes sometimes.
As she’s helping clean up, she can’t help but think of the implications of the loss. She hasn’t been shy with Will after learning more about how big of a deal he is in the hockey world and how there’s a chance he may not come back next year. Initially it terrified her — getting into a relationship with someone who might not even be on the East Coast in a few months — and it still does somewhat, but he’s been so open and honest about it and Danielle has never been the kind of girl to not do something because she’s afraid.
But that night, in her dorm, as she sees Will send a text back with just a heart, she’s afraid. They’ve only been dating for four months. And he’s become one of the best parts of her life. She has always wanted him to do what’s best for himself and his career — she has no part in that decision and doesn’t want to have a part — but if that means leaving BC, what does the future of them look like?
The next morning, Danielle is up early and playing with her phone in bed mindlessly, waiting for the text from Will that he’s back and settled in his dorm. She knows the team had a flight scheduled to land early this morning and even before last night’s result, she was always going to see him.
Once she gets a text from Will, she’s bolting out the door, grabbing a small of groceries she had gotten the night before, knowing that him and Gabe’s fridge is emptier than usual and maybe a simple breakfast of a nice omelette and a smoothie will cheer them up.
The door swings open before she can even text Will to let her in. She barely sees his face before he pulls her into a tight hug. She squeezes him, swaying them side to side, as students going in and out of the building step sideways to avoid them.
“I’m sorry, dude.”
He somehow musters out a watery chuckle at the nickname that’s somehow become a petname between them. He mutters into her shoulder. “I fucking hate losing.”
She continues rubbing his back. “I know.”
“We were so close.”
“I know,” she pulls away and reaches up to run a hand through his hair. He practically collapses into himself, pulling her into another hug, resting his chin on top. “I’m proud of you regardless,” she says into his chest softly. “All of you. You worked so hard.”
“I love you,” he mutters and Danielle’s stomach flips. He first said it the day before he left for St. Paul when they were having a movie night at her place, snuggled up in her bed as he whispered it into her hair, but it still makes her throat close up with adoration.
(She hasn’t said it back yet, but he hasn’t pressured her at all. She’s almost amazed at how much he doesn’t seem to be.)
“Come on,” she says. “Let’s go inside.”
He automatically reaches for the bag around her shoulders with a furrowed brow. “What’s in here?”
“Groceries. I figured you and Gabe hadn’t eaten yet so I thought I’d whip up an omelette or something.”
He steps into the empty elevator and kisses her for the first time since he left. “God, you’re an angel.”
“No, I think ahead,” she corrects. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in person.”
“Don’t be,” he says. “I feel your support everywhere all the time.”
“You do?”
“With every call and text,” he assures. “Thanks for coming. I’m probably not going to be the best company today.”
“Will,” she taps his chin so he’ll look at her when she says her next statement. “There is nowhere else I would’ve been today, no matter the result.” He just pulls her closer to his side in response.
When she gets to Will and Gabe’s suite, she immediately scurries around the kitchen as Will hovers. Usually she would shoo him away and make him wait elsewhere, but she knows he doesn’t wanna be alone right now. As she’s plating the second omelette, Gabe wanders out and she shoots him a small smile, stomach dropping at the bags under his eyes that mirror Will’s. She gestures at him to sit and slides over a plate and a glass of the green smoothie she made before giving him a hug.
“Smitty’s lucky to have you,” Gabe says inbetween forkfuls.
Danielle chuckles as she fixes herself a plate. “I’m just as lucky to have him. Where’s Ryan? I can fix him a plate if he wants.”
“Stop,” Will says with a look.
“What? I can!”
“I know,” he says fondly. “But you don’t need to.”
She gives him a deadpan look. “Well, is he coming?”
Will sighs. “He said he might stop by in a bit.”
“I’ll leave him some of the smoothie then.” She catches Will’s smile as she starts digging into her omelette, talking with Gabe about anything except the loss.
After breakfast, she and Will venture to his room, where they lay in his bed and he puts on Brooklyn 99. As she’s laying on his chest and he’s twirling her hair around his finger, she can tell his head is everywhere but in this room. She lets him be like that for three episodes before she reaches for the remote to pause it.
She turns to him. “What’s going through your mind?”
He shrugs. “Probably everything you think.” They sit in silence for a minute or two, before he pipes up again. “You can ask me.”
“I’m not gonna do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because the answer is yours to decide, and I know you’re gonna ask for my opinion but I don’t want you to be influenced by it,” she smoothes over his furrowed brows with her thumbs. “Everything coming up next has been a thing long before we met. Even if I had an opinion about it, it shouldn’t be taken into account.”
“So you think I should leave BC and sign?”
“I think you should seriously weigh the pros and cons of both, which I already know you’re doing.”
He sighs with a wry smile. “You were born to be a lawyer.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Do you want to talk about it now? Because we can.”
“Later, maybe.”
She hums. “Okay.”
“But I want to let you know that no matter what I decide, that how I feel about you is the same.” She raises an eyebrow but he’s so lost in his thoughts and what he wants to say that he misses it as he barrels on, determined. “Whatever decision I make, I still want this to keep going. Which is maybe unfair to ask you because there’s a chance I’d be all the way across the country. But I really care about you and-”
“Will,” she interrupts him, holding a hand up. “You’re getting so ahead of yourself. Make your decision first, and then we can talk about us, okay?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m just leaving you.”
“Huh? You’re not. I know you’re not. This is your career, dude. I’m never, ever going to hold that against you.” She presses a quick kiss on his lips to try to assure him. “I knew what I was getting into, okay? And I’m still here, aren’t I? We can talk about the logistics of it all later more in depth, if we even need to get to that point, but don’t worry yourself in a tizzy about the ‘us’ part of it so much, okay?”
He blinks. “I got you something.”
Deciding to go along with the sudden change of topic, she humors him. “What did you get me?”
He reaches over her to his bedside and she just lets him, exaggeratingly spitting out his hair that touches her mouth. He just rolls his eyes before retrieving a small white bag.
She softens as he places it in her hands. “What’s this?”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You didn’t think I’d forget about your birthday, did you? I’m sorry I missed it.”
“You were competing for a national championship,” she responds automatically. “I didn’t-you didn’t have to get anything for me.”
He scoffs softly. “Bullshit,” he nods at the bag. “Open it.”
Biting her lip she carefully opens the bag, to see that there’s a ring box there. “Oh my God. Are you asking me to marry you?”
He rolls his eyes as she giggles. “You’re the worst.”
She pops open the box and it is a ring. She picks it up gently inbetween her fingers. A dainty leaf ring with light teal stones. It’s perfect. It matches with the rings she already wears. She slips it on and suddenly wants to cry. “I love it.”
“I’m glad.”
She shoves the bag and box to the side before hugging him properly. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.”
“Happy birthday. Belated.”
As she looks down at the ring, she takes a deep breath. They’re going to be just fine.
may 2024
As Ryan parks his car in front of Will’s childhood home in Lexington, Danielle suddenly feels like her feet are glued to the floor of his car.
Ryan, noticing his friend’s girlfriend’s hesitation, nudges her shoulder gently. She’s quickly become one of his friends now, especially considering that he’s going to be staying at BC for at least another year. “Hey,” he says softly. “You good?”
“I’m great,” she responds automatically, reaching to the back seat to grab the box holding his present.
“It’s okay if you’re not,” he says.
“It’s Will’s day,” she says firmly. “How I feel doesn’t matter.”
He clicks his tongue. “I’d disagree. And he would too. You can be happy for him and also sad that he’s moving to the other side of the country, you know?”
She looks over to him and swallows at the look on his face. The unspoken “I am” lingers in the air and she sighs. A small smile appears on her face as they exchange a look, as she leans forward to place a quick friendly kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for driving.”
“Anytime.”
The first person she recognizes as they filter into the home is Grace, who beams at the sight of them both. She wraps Ryan in a hug first, squeezing him tight before pushing him away to hug Danielle.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you. How were finals?”
“A bit tough, I won’t lie.”
“You get used to it,” Grace says sympathetically, taking the box out of the younger girl’s hands. “He’s somewhere out back, surrounded by a bunch of people probably.”
Danielle nods and Grace must notice her lingering because the blonde offers her a reassuring smile. “He’s been talking about you all day.”
“That’s nice of him,” she comments softly.
Grace gives her a knowing smile before lighting pushing her towards the direction of the back porch. “Go. He’ll be excited to see you.”
The second she walks outside, she smiles at all the teal balloons decorating the home and how wonderful the weather is to celebrate Will officially signing with San Jose. He made the decision a few weeks ago but waited until now to make it official and Danielle couldn't be any prouder.
It seems like when her eyes land on him, he’s already looking back, eyes bright and a big smile on his face as he gestures for her to come to him.
“Hi,” she says, leaning into his side for a hug.
He instinctively kisses the top of her head. “Hi. This is Aidan, Nico and Max from the St. Sebs days. Boys, this is-”
“Dani,” Aidan says with a knowing smile. “Nice to meet you. Smitty hasn’t shut up about you since you guys met.”
“Unsurprising,” Danielle drawls out. “He’s kinda obsessed with me.”
The guys all laugh and Daniele giggles along with them. She looks up at Will, who’s beaming. She fights the urge to kiss him in front of all his friends, but he beats her to it, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. She laughs into his lips when his friends start chirping him goodheartedly. She hears Ryan saying that he’s used to seeing this shit all the time and that it’s frankly the cutest thing ever and Danielle is assured that Ryan’s a real one.
“Congrats,” she murmurs to Will, his friends now distracted. “I love you.”
(Danielle cracked a few weeks ago, when she finished her last final and Will took her out on a surprise date into the city. They were walking along the Charles River in the sunset and she felt like she just had to tell him she loved him at that moment. The smile from him after she said it is an image she’ll always have in her memory)
“Thanks, babe,” he says. He interlaces their hands together. “You ready to meet everyone?”
“Do I really have a choice?”
Will chuckles. “Come on. We’ll start with the cousins. They’re easy.”
She follows him as his thumb brushes against the ring.
adore you | william nylander
summary: 5 times fans were more excited about meeting and seeing you rather than your boyfriend, william nylander.
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warnings: just fluff 💌
a/n: based off this request, I hope anon enjoys it as well as you!! I found this style of fic (5+1 esque) was the best way to write this type of fic - so hope you don’t mind :)
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one: coffee shop
williams hips press into you from behind, urging your further along the line in the cozy toronto cafe. it's a reminder from you boyfriend to pay attention to the moving line, rather than gawking at the large lit up menus hanging behind the counter.
william leans down, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your cheek. "you know what you're going to get?"
you whine slightly, clearly undecided. the weather is finally cooling off for the fall seasons, and the autumn themed flavours are very enticing. apple cider, cinnamon, pumpkin, chai....it's all overwhelming.
he laughs at your indecisiveness, used to your inability to make decisions regarding drink related matters, which he always makes fun of you for - obviously.
"what are you getting?" you question, your head falling back to hit your boyfriends chest. the angle allows you to look up at him gently without losing the the press of his hips on your ass.
"i'll probably just get my usual tea - that, and the bran muffin looks really good."
you scrunch your nose in disapproval of his flavour choice. "I don't like bran."
he laughs, "good thing you’re not having any."
you gawk at him, and the sight of his playful eyes shining down at you has you feeling even more appalled. "what If I want some?"
"you'll have to suffer." he shrugs against you, once again moving you forward in the line. you're now only three people away from the cash, and the smell of autumn drinks has become even stronger.
you eye up the menu again. "i'm going to try the cinnamon apple latte - but I kinda want whipped cream, do you think it would be good with whipped cream?"
it's williams turn to pull a face. "no, probably not babe."
"should I get hot chocolate then?"
"hi, sorry," the timid voice of a younger teenager is heard to your left, and instantly your attention is turned away from the confusing menu and over towards the girl. you can tell with you and your boyfriends attention on her, the girl is even more nervous, but she continues on. "is it okay if I can get a picture?"
you smile automatically. you are always so amazed by how much these young kids love your boyfriend and the sport he's built his career in. although it was common for fans to approach william, especially downtown, it was always a nice surprise when it happened.
you move towards her. "I can take the picture if you'd like."
she smiles wearily. "I was hoping you'd be in the picture too, I love you both so much. my mom can take the picture."
you notice now that the girls mom is standing just behind her daughter, a hopeful expression on her face. you wave warmly towards the older woman.
it wasn't uncommon for you to appear in the background of fan photos with your boyfriend, sometimes even being at williams side in a quick snap of a picture, but nobody had ever asked or wanted you to be in the photo on purpose.
obviously you agree, smiling warmly into the camera. in a friendly manner, you loop your arm through the girls, making the photo feel and look more natural and welcoming. on the other side of the teenager, william smiles, slightly bending his knees to look more in line with you and the fan.
his long, muscled arm reaches all the way around behind the girl, and his hand rests soothingly on your back. the fan is extremely thankful, her and her mom happily expressing their gratefulness with sweet handshakes.
when the fan reaches out to you and embraces you in a warm sweet hug, you just about melt.
"how cute was that?" you whisper towards your boyfriend, watching as the two return to their table with what seems like her grandparents, all of them smiling because of your gesture.
"very sweet," william agrees. "you're my little celebrity."
you laugh, gently smacking the back of your hand against his bicep playfully. william's smirk changes as you both approach the counter. the young cashier greets you both kindly, and william immediately orders his tea and a cranberry muffin - you knew you could crack him.
you finally settle on a hot chocolate, your love and craving for whipped cream too strong to ignore. after all, you can get your fall flavoured drink another time.
once you're both home and william headed to the rink for his afternoon practice, you check twitter - your favourite app for social media, gossip source and news. it isn't much scrolling before you find the picture you'd taken earlier with the teen girl.
the on photo caption, which was clearly screenshotted from an instagram story, praises you and how sweet and kind you were in the meeting at the cafe. the comments are so encouraging and nice, filled with compliments directed at you.
the fan interaction was the beginning of many fan encounters with you, and if you didn't know otherwise, you'd think you were the nhl superstar over your boyfriend. 
two: puck for a braclet
during warmups it wasn't very often william would notice or pay attention to fan made signs. he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was hard to get out of such a focused mode while he was on the ice.
but this night, william just happened to have the urge to stop and take a quick look around the crowded rink. most signs weren't anything special, and a lot were directed at other members of the leafs roster.
a neon pink board automatically caught his eye, and he finds a beautifully decorated sign held by a group of teen girls, all of them giddy as they bang at the glass to try and grab his attention.
the signs reads 'nylander #88 - can we get a puck for a friendship bracelet for you girlfriend.'
the thought of you instantly has him beaming, and without much consideration he scoops two pucks off the cold ice, gliding over to the boards.
he tosses the rubber discs over the glass, which are successfully caught by the two teenagers. in return, they excitedly throw the friendship bracelet over to william. it's a pink braided band, with butterfly charms twisted into the rope. william already knows you'd love it.
from up in the family box, you watch the interaction fondly. although from that high up in the arena, you can't read what the sign says. it isn't until the exchange is displayed on the jumbotron you can properly see the neon pink bristol board.
you watch william skate over to the bench, passing the bracelet off to one of the trainers. they exchange a few words before the trainer jogs off and down the leafs tunnel.
steph marner and aryne tavares are instantly cooing, and steph frowns playfully, wishing mitch's fans would give her gifts as well as just their dog.
you don't really listen to the two girls though, too busy pulling up your text thread with your boyfriend.
you better keep my bracelet safe for me
you send the teasing text just as the leafs finish the warmups and make their way back into the dressing room for the last couple minutes before puck drop.
after the game, before he could even attempt at giving you a greeting kiss, you ask william for the bracelet - wanting to see the sweet gift up close. it was yours, after all.
you gasp, admiring the handmade jewellery with wide eyes. "oh my god, this is the sweetest thing ever - I love my fans." the last part of your sentence is teasing, and it's successful in making william smirk with amusement.
right before gabriella mcCabe makes her way over to you - a usual occurrence after games - you slip the pink bracelet onto your wrist, admiring the charms under the dim lighting of the players hallway.
gabriella, like the mom she is, insists you two pose for a post-game picture, claiming 'you both look so cute and your outfit and new bracelet is to stunning to not capture.'
you end up posting the photo to your instagram story - capturing your and williams matching, bright smiles. the picture is you turned into your boyfriends side, with your hand resting comfortably on his suit jacket, displaying the fan-made friendship bracelet.
you caption it, 'new addition to my jewelry collection ft.my kind boyfriend who exchanged some frozen pucks for the friendship bracelet'
the picture, as well as the video captured interaction between the fans and william go viral in the online hockey community, and the love for you only amplifies from there.
three: autographs
william gathers your attention softly, the 2-1 loss from tonight's game still weighing on his shoulders. although a loss was always devastating for the team, loosing to the bruins was always an extra sting - regardless of how hard the leafs faught.
you look over at him from the passenger seat, just catching his eyes as he shoots you a glance. his blonde hair is such a beautiful contrast to the dark interior of his car, and you're momentarily distracted by his handsome profile.
"kniesy just texted and said there's a couple fans outside, so i'm probably going to stop to say hi and sign some things, you okay with that?"
you love your sweet and caring boyfriend, even after a rough game and long day, he's still willing and wanting to bring happiness to others. you smile gently, reaching over the centre console to gently caress the side of his stubbled cheek, your thumb stroking his cheekbone soothingly. "of course, baby."
he turns the wheel to pull into the exit lane of the scotiabank underground parking unit, and while he waits for the gate to lift, william turns towards you, a grateful expression on his face. "okay, baby, i'm sorry I know how tired we both are." he takes ahold of your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm before returning his grip to the steering wheel.
"don't apologize, I love that you want to interact with your fans." you say sincerely.
once william is securely out of the parking garage, he turns off to the side road where a small group of fans are gathered, all desperately trying to gather the attention of nhl players. william puts his car in park, and rolls down the window, letting fans have an opportunity to start interacting with him.
you watch your boyfriend display nothing but pure enthusiasm and kindness while interacting with his fans, offering nothing but laughter and smiles as new people approach him, asking for autographs and pictures. the somber mood from loosing the game seemingly seeping away as the interactions continue.
a few fans spot you in the passenger seat, and offer polite waves and greetings. now that you've become more of a recognizable hockey girlfriend online, fan interactions were more common, and you were used to strangers waving at you now.
a young teen boy approaches the open window, timidly asking your boyfriend to sign his hat and for a picture. as william signs the iteam, you notice a young girl with the teen, presumably beside her older brother.
you make eye contact, and you wiggle your fingers in a wave like motion, a smile on your face.
she waves back excitedly, which has laughter bubbling up your throat.
then the little girl, who can't be any older than 7, looks up at your boyfriend, who is chatting with the teenage boy and his father. she pokes william's arm.
her dad scolds her for the rude interruption, but it falls on deaf ears. her tiny hands are holding onto the window, and she smiles a gapped tooth smile at your boyfriend. "is that your girlfriend in the car?"
william laughs at her bluntness and the way she points at you with one blue painted fingernail. he shoots you a glance over his shoulder, meeting your gaze. "it is my girlfriend."
she hums, "she's pretty."
"I know right."
you and william, along with the siblings father laugh at the young girl, basking in her innocent interest. her brother mumbles something about feeling embarrassed, which further adds to your amusement. the conversation doesn't last much longer, and the amount of fans left waiting is dwindling down.
it's a groups of teenagers next, who unlike the last boy, are not shy at all. they immediately start chatting with your boyfriend like they've been friends for years, and william eats it up. he signs various jerseys and leaf memorabilia for the boys, and each one of them takes a selfie with your boyfriend as well.
just before they leave, one of them pauses. "yo, can we get a group photo? and can y/n be in it too?"
you didn't think they noticed you at all, to be honest. which fair enough, you think, you too would also be too interested and distracted by william nylander to notice anybody else in the vehicle. but apparently not.
william turns to you, asking if you mind being apart of a group picture with a group of rowdy, loud teenage boys. you appreciate him asking you as he'd never want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, but you don't mind and agree warmly.
william helps you get into the photo, and as you lean over the centre console, he wraps his arm around your waist, essentially bringing you further over the console. your leather jacket doesn't provide much movement, but you manage to look normal in the photo thankfully.
soon after, william bids goodbye to the fans and pulls his car back onto the main highway. once at a comfortable driving pace, he reaches towards you and gently grips your thigh over top your black jeans. "thanks again for not minding stopping for fans."
you look over at him, smiling at him even though he's focused on the road. you squeeze his hand on your leg. "i'll never be upset with you for wanting to meet and make your fans happy."
"honestly I think they were more excited to meet you, especially those teenagers." william makes an unamused face, teasingly voicing his faux jealousy towards the group of boys wanting you in their picture.
you giggle, interlocking your fingers with your boyfriends. instead of his hand on your thigh, you bring it into your lap, holding your interlocked hands there. "what can I say? i'm a hit."
william shakes his head, an amused grin taking over his face. "yeah yeah."
later when you're home, doing one last scroll of your phone before bed - william and the dogs already snoring beside you - you notice that steph has sent you an instagram post.
when you open the dm thread, you are met with the same group of teenage boys you and william took a picture with - the picture posted to one of their accounts. the caption makes you giggle, reading 'met a superstar smokeshow after the game and nylander was also there.'
steph's dm is accompanied by her mimicking the caption in a teasing matter, and you respond with a million dollar sign emojis.
you like the post and lock your phone. you turn, attempting to cuddle your space heater of a boyfriend but are denied by one of the dogs, his cold nose digging into your neck as he nuzzles into you.
you're so excited to show william the instagram post, ready to tease him by proving that you are in fact the superstar.
four: twitter mania
for your boyfriend, playoffs were always so serious and important, and even though william always managed to joke around and have fun, that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling the pressure.
for you, playoffs meant dressing in the most fun, stylish outfits and getting tipsy with the other wags. not to say you weren’t always feeling stress and pressure for your boyfriend, and you of course desperately wanted him to have a successful run- but the outfits were your favourite part, providing you with control over something playoff related.
your post was innocent enough, capturing you posing in front of your large mirror on the back wall of your and williams shared closet. the outfit was the main star of the show, and you made sure to push away all your clothes left sprawled over the ground so nobody would be distracted by them.
you’re wearing the team branded playoff bomber, the shiny, satin material catching the light in your closet perfectly. you’ve paired it with a full white outfit, a mock neck long sleeve that you’ve tucked into a pair of high waisted, mom style, white jeans. accompanied with your all white sneakers, you look very sleek and put together, especially with your hair slicked back into a curled, high ponytail and minimalist jewellery (with your now many fan made friendship bracelets).
your mirror selfie had been screenshotted off instagram and uploaded to twitter, where fans immediately started praising you.
user1 omg she’s so stunning
user2 forget willy, I need y/n
user3 the outfit is everything
user4 best wag jackets and best wag
user5 obsessed with her
user6 beautiful.
user7 she’s is so iconic
user8 look at all those friendship bracelets - she’s such a cutie
user9 we really started a new friendship bracelet trend in the nhl wag community
user10 yeah but only the leaf wags can rock them the way they do
user11 y/n is everything
and the comments continued through hundreds of replies. your instagram story was shown the same love, with fans liking the story and replying. you made sure to like and respond to every sweet message, thanking them all for the unconditional love and respect.
five: the jumbotron
unlike the first couple games of the playoffs, your outfits had become very…unique. you couldn’t help yourself and you let the superstitions from when you were first dating william come back to take over. when he’d play in sweden, you’d always deck yourself out in team memorabilia, and often you’d get into colourful face paints to complete the look. william loved it and always said your support was his lucky charm.
as you both got older, and william became a more serious member of the leafs team and the organization, you toned down your outfits for games, choosing - more sleek, professional style.
but with the boys trying to push the series against the bruins to a game 7, you knew you had to fall back into your old superstitious ways. you’ve got on williams black jersey, and you’ve paired it with black leather pants to try and maintain some dignity. you’re hair is down this time, but you caved and painted a sparkly blue maple leaf on each of your cheeks.
it was definitely a more controlled and toned down version of what you used to do back when you and william started dating, but the look was still fun and calmed the superstitious urges.
you and tessa, who you’d also convinced to paint a sparkly leaf on her cheek, chose to sit with the crowd for the game, something you’d rarely do now that you had a more online presence. william was always nervous of the idea, especially because the fans can get so rowdy this time of year, but you promised you’d be fine with tessa, and the fans are more focused on the game than you.
between periods, the media team was having a die-hard fan cam, moving through the arena and displaying some unique fan outfits and looks on the jumbotron. you and tessa were watching, sharing laughter as various ages were excitedly repping leaf themed outfits.
and then, you and tessa are suddenly looking at yourselves on the jumbotron. you laugh loudly, hiding your face briefly in tessa’s shoulder. the fans get loud, cheering excitedly as your names and titles are displayed at the bottom of the jumbotron. you both wave, smiling at the outpouring love from the jam packed arena.
for the rest of the intermission, you get fans coming up to you in clusters, asking for pictures with you and tessa. you both oblige happily, smiling with glitter cheeks as you pose with mostly little girls and teenagers.
once the crowd dies down, you pull out your phone and text william.
I was on the jumbotron with tessa and the fans loved it- im coming for you and your career honey 😉
you giggle to yourself, pocketing your phone as you’re not expecting a response until the game is over. throughout the rest of the game (which thankfully was won by the leafs), fans would come up to you both, expressing their love and asking for selfies - including carlton the mascot, which was posted to the leafs instagram captioned, ‘some of carlton’s favourite fans.’
it was all very sweet and surreal and even now, you can never fathom the amount of joy and support fans of the leafs express for you.
bonus: the amazon prime documentary
you and william make the familiar walk down to your favourite cafe, both dogs weaving around your legs as you trek hand and hand with your boyfriend.
this time is different than the last, as the amazon prime camera crew was following behind you, capturing william in all his domestic glory.
he squeezes your hand, “know what you’re going to get this time?”
this time you nod definitively. “I’m getting a hot chocolate with whipped cream, it’s been too good to change.”
william nods with a hum, “i’m getting a muffin.”
“cranberry?” you question hopefully as you remember the burst of flavours melting on your tongue the last time william got the cranberry flavoured treat.
he shrugs, “if that’s what you want.”
you squint up at him playfully. “such a kiss ass infront of the cameras.”
william laughs his usual cackle, because you know him too well. instead of answering, william lets go of your hand in favour of wrapping his puffy coat covered arm sound your shoulders, pulling you into his side.
one of the dogs bumps into your legs, which sends your knees buckling slightly. he can’t help it, he’s excited with all the attentions he’s been getting today and now that you’re not showering him with love, the puppy is confused.
you huff gently, thankful for william’s grip on you, otherwise you would’ve probably tumbled to the ground from the force of your dog. “we really need to start bringing leashes.”
he chuckles, “they’re fine.”
“no babe, they need a leash.” you insist gently, watching the way the dogs drop to the ground beside you, rolling around the melting snow as they jaw at one other playfully.
william knows you’re right, but will never admit defeat. instead he pulls you closer with a sneaky smirk, and he leans down, pressing a series of quick kisses all over your face.
the camera captures the whole interaction, from the way you giggle at the tickly feeling of williams beard on your face, to the way you finally give in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips right before entering the cafe - both dogs happily at your feet.
months later when the amazon prime documentary goes public, the clips of you and william go viral. fans obsess over the cafe walk clip, often taking the video, adding sweet romantic music over it and captioning it with something kind and wishful.
there’s a few other clips in william’s episode that included you - ones that you had even forgot they filmed. you watch back as you warmly embrace willy after a game, right after another loss to the bruins. you watch his body language shift hugely, looking more relaxed and full of relief as you soothingly rub his back, the dogs of course prancing around your and william’s legs.
another clip captured the two of you watching football on the couch, cozy under the blankets after a filling dinner. the room was dim, and the dark lighting combined with william’s warm body and long tiring day, you’d been caught sleeping against your boyfriends arm - on camera.
you watch with embarrassment, looking at yourself seemingly slumped with your messy hair and fuzzy lounge attire. in the clip, william points to you with a teasing smirk, alerting the camera crew to your sleeping state. “she can fall asleep anywhere, I swear.” his voice is quiet, trying not to wake you.
the producers voice is also a soft whisper. “is this kind of evening a reoccurring thing?”
william nods slowly. “absolutely. y/n always insists on picking the movie, promising to not fall asleep, but like every night, here we are.”
the camera moves towards the tv where the first 30 minutes of legally blonde are still playing, a movie that yes, you had begged william to watch with you.
the fans love that video more than any of them, and for the first month after the prime documentary, your social media is filled with you dozing against william’s arm.
without meaning to, you completely overshadowed william in his own documentary episode. it’s not like you did anything for that result, the fans had absolutely obsessed over you and your relationship that it’s all the posted and talked about - even over william yelling at his own teammates.
you were clearly the fan favourite, but william can’t be upset because you’re also his favourite person, so he understands why his fans love you so much.
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Oblivious
jim street x plus size!reader
summary: you're a part of 50 squad, but with street being your best friend, you spend more time with 20 squad. after a rough day at work, street invites you out with the rest of the team. when tan and luca notice you talking to a man at the bar, they take matters into their own hands, knowing that you're both too dense to realize the other's feelings.
word count: 3.1k
request: @heypeople2 - hi! i’d love a friends to lovers fic with street where the reader is on mumford’s swat team, but is friends with all of street’s team and hangs out with them often. maybe two oblivious lovers? if that makes sense!
A/N: i had no idea where i was going with this at first, but i like how it turned out! enjoy<33
TW: no use of y/n, fem!reader, allusion to smut
You still remember every single thing that happened on your first day with 50 squad; it was a stressful day, and you weren’t even supposed to go into the field that day because you had suffered a shoulder injury and were still a few days from being cleared for going out into the field. The universe had different plans, however, and both 50 squad and 20 squad were called to the same place. They needed all the people they could get, so you were quick to tell Rocker you could step in. He wasn’t going to let you, not wanting to go against protocol, but the situation was extremely important, so he finally agreed.
You had a group of hostages with you, trying to take them down to the main floor of the building and to safety, when you saw another SWAT agent fall into the hallway a few feet in front of you, who you now know was Street. It was almost a blur how fast you moved, quickly ushering the hostages into the room you were in front of and moving to cover him, taking down the two suspects that had managed to get the upper hand on him.
From that day on, he was smitten. He was impressed by your skill, of course, especially after he learned that you were still injured, but he also thought you were gorgeous. If it wasn’t an active shooter situation, he would’ve had the time to watch your plush body maneuver through the doorway and take down two targets, how strong your thick thighs looked, how your gear clung to your soft belly and chest. Instead, he noticed after all the shooters were taken into custody, when you came over to ask if he was okay in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard.
You had noticed how attractive he was too, his broad shoulders, his lean torso. When you went to make sure he was okay, you were asking out of concern, but also because you were curious about him. He immediately continued the conversation when he told you he was alright, wanting to know everything that he could about you, and the rest is history. The rest of 20 squad quickly picked up on this new friendship, noticing the way your eyes would find each other in a room when the other person isn’t looking, and the way you talk to each other. They also quickly realized how truly oblivious you two were, as it seemed that neither of you knew the other person’s feelings.
Now, over a year later, you and Street are best friends, and it’s because of this that you find yourself hanging out with 20 squad more often than 50 squad outside of work, although you still love everyone on your own team.
“Rough day, killer?” you hear from across the parking lot as you step out of the armoured vehicle, groaning softly as you feel the pain in your shoulder. It may have been over a year ago, but after an especially hard day of work, your shoulder still gives you some trouble. It’s nothing some painkillers and a heating pad can’t fix, but until you get home and get them, the dull ache remains.
“You have no idea.” Street chuckles at your response, taking in your figure. He notices the way you’re holding yourself, he’s seen it before, he knows your shoulder is giving you trouble.
“We just got back a few minutes ago, we’re all going to get drinks. A drink or two might help with that.” he tells you, a smirk on his face as you walk over to him, starting to take off your gear.
“Yeah, alright. But it’ll be an early night. Want to share an uber over there? I don’t want to leave my car there overnight.” You want nothing more than to go home and lay on the couch with a heating pad over your injury, but as soon as the option of spending more time with Street appears, you can’t help but say yes. He shakes his head at your words, scoffing.
“I can just take you on my bike. I’m not drinking tonight.” he tells you nonchalantly, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest as he imagines you pressed against him on the back of his bike. He imagines your thick thighs wrapped around him, your torso against his back, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that.
You tense at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You’re imagining the exact same scenario as him, but you can’t help the slight insecurities that race through your brain at the image. Your soft body pressed against his. He’d be able to feel every curve of your body, even the ones you usually keep hidden, knowing that although you’ve grown used to them, and are beginning to like your body again, not everyone likes to see them. You also think of having to sit on the tiny seat of his motorcycle, him having to hold up the bike along with your added weight, and you can’t help the nerves twisting at your insides. Imagining how you’d look squeezed onto the back of his bike is something you really don’t want to have to think about, so you’re quick to respond.
“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to-” He cuts you off, shaking his head as he speaks.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to be spending money on an uber when you can just ride with me.” he tells you, but a hopefulness breaks through his features, lighting up his eyes ever so slightly. You pick up on this, and let out a sigh, knowing he won’t let this go. Maybe you can do it just this once, and then tell him it was too scary and you never want to do it again, you think. Maybe then, he won’t ask again.
“Alright, fine. I’m just gonna take a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you out here in 15?” you tell him, smiling softly as he nods. You turn and quickly walk into the building, making your way to the locker room.
The nerves are taking over every inch of your body as you rinse off quickly, your brain going into overdrive as you think about having to ride on Street’s motorcycle. It’s a short distance to the bar you guys usually go to, but it’s still a decent amount of time to be pressed up against Street.
Once you’re showered and changed, you go out to the parking lot, letting out a shaky breath before you get close enough to Street for him to hear it. He notices the way you’re still holding your arm a little awkwardly, and he feels a little bad for inviting you out.
“You take some painkillers already?” he asks softly, worry spreading across his face as you shake your head.
“I ran out. I’ll have to get some on my way home.” He turns and reaches into his bag, taking out a bottle of the same meds he’s seen you use. He never told you, but he went out and bought some when he found out which ones you prefer. He knows how much your shoulder bothers you after rough days, and he wanted to make sure you never have to go without them should you run out.
Your eyes soften as he pulls them out, and you take them from his hands. You take one quickly, then hand them back to him, thanking him softly.
He hands you his spare helmet once he puts the pills back in his bag and gets on, holding a hand out for you to get on behind him.
Your ascent is a little awkward, but you finally manage to get on with his help, your cheeks hot as embarrassment fills your stomach.
He finally starts to drive and you put your arms around his waist tightly, feeling your breath pick up as he turns onto the road. You know he can sometimes be a crazy driver, but he seems to hold back today, perhaps picking up on your nerves.
Street has a hard time focusing on the road as he makes his way to the bar; having you pressed up against him so tight has him fighting every urge to drive right from work to his house and dragging you upstairs to bed. The way your arms are tightly wound around him also gets him a little riled up; how you’re putting so much trust into him. He makes sure to take it easy. If anything were to happen to you because of his driving, he doesn’t think he would ever recover.
When you finally make it to the bar and walk in, Tan and Luca are quick to look over at you two, their eyes immediately going to each other with raised eyebrows as they see the way Street’s hand is on your lower back, and the way you’re looking over at him with twinkling eyes. They’ve been trying to get you two together for months; and they feel like tonight is finally the night they can make it happen. You catch up with the rest of the squad for a few minutes, before you lean to whisper in Street’s ear that you’re going to go get a drink.
“You want me to come with you?” he asks over the music and chatter of the bar, but you shake your head, giving him a soft smile. You tell him you’ll just be a minute before you turn and walk over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish with another customer.
“That’s a nice bike you rode in on. What year is it?” you hear a voice beside you speak. You turn with a raised brow, looking up at a man who came into the bar just after you, seeing you getting off of Street’s motorcycle.
“Oh, um, I have no idea.” you tell him, giving him a small smile.
“It’s a nice one, your boyfriend hasn’t told you anything about it?” Your breath catches in your throat at the word boyfriend. You feel embarrassed, but also a sense of pride that he thinks you’re dating him. You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh.
“He’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t talk much about it to me.” you admit sheepishly. The man gives you an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I just assumed-” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You give him an earnest smile, putting your hand on his arm as you tell him that it’s alright. You can sense he’s a little embarrassed, and that wasn’t your intention. It was an honest mistake.
You’re so focused on the man that you don’t notice that Luca and Tan’s eyes are glued on you the moment the man walks up to you. Smirks break out onto both of their faces as they watch, both of them having the same idea.
“Hey, Street. I think that guy’s trying to steal your girl away from you.” Luca teases Street as he motions over to you at the bar. Street turns in the direction Luca’s pointing at, about to tell him that he doesn’t have a girl, but his words fall short. He looks over just in time for you to give the man a smile as you place your hand on his arm, and he can feel the jealousy bubbling up inside him.
“Yeah, man. You should go get her, before he tries to take her home.” Tan chimes in, smirking as he sees Street’s fists clench at his sides and his jaw clenched. Street is seeing red at this point, imagining you going home with that man instead of him.
He marches over to you quickly, unaware that the rest of the squad’s conversations have died down, and they’re all now looking at the situation unfolding with smirks.
“Hey babe.” he purrs, wrapping his arms around your plush waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He smirks at the man as he sees his brows furrow, feeling like he’s already won, but wanting to take it further.
“Uh, hey, Street. What’s up?” you ask, confusion laced in your voice as you turn your head to look at the side of his face. You’re used to his flirty tendencies, but this is definitely different than you’re used to.
“Just wanted to see if you were ready to go home.” he says in a low tone, kissing your neck softly. His eyes are trained on you, but he watches the man from the corner of his eye, his smirk widening as he sees the confused expression on the man's face and the way he takes a step back from you two.
“What are you talking abou-” You’re cut off by Street’s lips on yours, his hand coming up and using two fingers to tilt your head towards his. Your eyes widen in shock for a moment before you finally return the kiss, closing your eyes. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. He’s wanted to do that since he met you, and watching you with another guy at a bar finally sent him over the edge. You pull back after a moment, turning back to the man, but realize he’s already walked away. You turn in Street’s arms, your eyebrows raised.
“What was that for?” you ask, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire, still reeling from the short kiss.
“He was flirting with you.” he states, as if that’s the only reason he needs. You laugh softly, shaking your head.
“He wasn’t flirting with me. He was asking about your bike.” It’s his turn to be confused. He stays silent for a moment, starting to think more clearly about what he just did. He kissed you, and you kissed him back, and you weren’t flirting with the man at the bar.
“Oh.” he says softly after a moment, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own still wrapped firmly around your waist despite his racing thoughts.
“Yeah, ‘oh.’ Why did you do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. You think you saw jealousy in his eyes as he approached, but you’re afraid that you’re just seeing what you want to see.
“I don’t know. I had to. I don’t want to see you with someone else.” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. Your drink is long forgotten now as your heart seems to beat louder. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?
“Why not?” You match his volume, and he almost has to bend down to hear you. He can see the glimmer of hope in your eyes, and he thinks that since he’s already gotten this far, he should just tell you the truth.
“I want you all to myself.” he states, smirking as he sees your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly as you try to think of what to say. He’s your best friend, and as deep as your feelings are for him, you’ve never had trouble speaking to him until now.
His eyes search yours as he waits for your response, and he sees the way your lips are beginning to twitch up into a smile and the way your eyes flicker down to his lips for half a second, so he takes his chance.
His lips meet yours again in a soft kiss, and it takes everything in him not to push you against the bar and take you right there. One of his hands reaches up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss, deepening it. He smiles against your lips as you let out a soft whimper, and his other hand moves to squeeze your hip softly.
Your mind is reeling as you kiss him, and you’re not even worried about the way his body is pressed against yours as you get lost in the kiss. It’s not until you hear a loud clinking of a group cheersing their drinks that you pull back, breathing heavily. You have matching grins on your face as you stare into each other's eyes. Street’s eyes dart around the room before they land back on you. He leans in and whispers in your ear.
“You want to get out of here?” You bite your lip as you nod, neither of you even bothering to say goodbye to the squad as you make your way to the door.
The team have been watching the whole time, and they all fight back cheers as they finally see you two give in to one another. Chris chuckles as she watches you two leave, nudging Tan’s shoulder as she speaks.
“Finally. I was beginning to think your ideas were trash.” she teases him, which makes him shrug with a smile.
“They’re both idiots, but they’re perfect for each other, I guess.” The rest of the team agrees with Tan, and their conversations slowly move away from you two to other things, but none of them can wait to tease you two tomorrow.
When you get back to Street’s apartment, he immediately pushes you against the wall, his hands moving to your face as his lips meet yours in a searing kiss. You put your hands on his chest as he slots his knee between your legs, making your whimper softly.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” he murmurs against your lips, hands going down and clawing at the hem of your shirt, desperate to see all of you.
You smile against his lips, raising your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips are back on your in an instant, trailing down your neck to your chest. He nips and sucks at the exposed parts of your chest, and you tilt your head back to give him more access, one hand traveling to the back of his head.
“Please.” you manage to get out through pants, and that’s all he needs to haphazardly guide you down the hall to his bedroom. You bump into a few things on the way, but as soon as he has you sprawled out on his bed, everything else in the world is forgotten.
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oh this EATS
Why are we still listening to gossip pages
want to lick his abs
i am 🧎🏼♀️
i’m never shutting up about this
that’s why i’m in the bath trying to relax myself because i will never get this image out of my head
i will never be relaxed about this. want to print it out and put it on my wall
hooked, jh86
in which jack is quite literally sleeping with the enemy.
most of the rangers give me egregious vibes so there are hardly any in here and i used their ig handles for twitter i didn't feel like finding the correct ones - set in 2023-24 season
jackhughes
liked by yourusername, nicohischier and 147,122 others
jackhughes: drives me mad
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yourusername: in ny we hard launch like grownups
→ jackhughes: oh yeah?
→ yourusername: once you fuck this one up i’ll swoop in and prove it to u hughesy ;)
trevorzegras: admitting that you’re easily rizzed is crazy
→ jackhughes: easily 🤨
→ trevorzegras: ‘the hit could’ve been harder maybe she likes me 🤭’
→ user: did she hit him with her car or????
user: hit? as in like hockey hit? y/n??????
→ user: she just threatened to mr steal your girl him tho so idk
yourusername: jhugh big foot guy eh?
→ jackhughes: what the fuck y/n
_quinnhughes: luke?
→ lhughes_06: i can’t even explain without giving myself a migraine
dawson1417: i’m telling nico
→ jackhughes: there’s nothing to tell nico 🤨
→ nicohischier: nico uses context clues to deduce things
elblue6: ❤️
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yourusername
liked by _quinnhughes, jackhughes and 129,483 others
yourusername: van @ nyr except i adopted the sad one
jack was there too, unfortunately
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jackhughes: now what is this
→ yourusername: i’m already planning on adding z to my collection when the ducks are up here
→ trevorzegras: did u just say collection
→ jackhughes: so you wanna be friends with all my friends but i try and be friends w u and i’m gross? ouch
→ yourusername: have u ever considered that you’re my teams rival
→ jackhughes: i’ve considered it and also decided it won’t stop me
→ yourusername: have you considered that you’re icky
→ jackhughes: wtf
_quinnhughes: ankle biter
→ yourusername: it was his shoulder and i can bite him whenever i want
nyrangers: traitor :(
→ yourusername: no admin it’s ok it’s the good hughesy
→ lhughes_06: i’ve done nothing to you
→ yourusername: you get in my way a lot
shesterkinigor: funny
→ yourusername: i try
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njdevils
liked by yourusername, dougieham and 17,444 others
njdevils: we guess this one’s not so bad 😉 @yourusername
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user: this is.. unsettling
user: him patting her after every connection was top tier i need her in a devs jersey
yourusername: don’t let this fool you i still like quinn better
→ jackhughes: will you let me have this one
→ yourusername: you’re lucky i didn’t throw the game just so you’d lose
→ lhughes_06: there’s always next year
nyrangers: we can admit that this one (1) thing is cute
→ yourusername: enemies to lovers??????
→ nyrangers: no, y/n.
→ yourusername: ok attitude
jackhughes: thanks for the passes or whatever @yourusername
→ yourusername: shut up
user: they’re sleeping in the same hotel room??
→ yourusername: no j just commits some light b&e in his free time
→ jackhughes: did you just call me j
→ yourusername: i also called you a felon
→ trevorzegras: i think he’s just gonna look right past that
user: loving the full blown conversations happening in comment sections lately
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yourusername
liked by elblue6, dougieham and 179,537 others
yourusername: ⛽️
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jackhughes: i thought nyers hard launched 🤨
→ yourusername: do you have my notifs on??
→ jackhughes: no comment
user: those are jacks hands
→ user: why do you… know that, even?
user: this is why the nhl is all men lmao they aren’t focused on fucking their opponents
→ yourusername: oh babe.. i have some news for you
→ user: ITS A PLAYER?????????
dougieham: gross
→ yourusername: behave douglas
lhughes_06: what pro hockey player has another man tie her skates for her
→ yourusername: the kind that knows your address and will take your ligaments away
nyrangers: our girl
→ user: can i have your girl
→ njdevils: ^
→ nyrangers: no
_quinnhughes: you hurt my brain
→ yourusername: ok
user: THE TYING THE SKATES!!! JACKS SOFT LAUNCH
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twitterhockeybropodcast
y/n y/ln has allegedly requested a trade out of new york 👀
722 ❤ 312 ↳ 147 💬
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dawson1417: you know @/yourusername i’ve heard jerseys pretty nice
→ dawson1417: you wouldn’t even have to move!
→ yourusername: oh boy
trevorzegras: y/n/n y/ln YOU are an anaheim duck
→ _quinnhughes: step back off my teammate
→ yourusername: you’re both delusional
user: awh the guys wanting her on their teams 🥹
colecaufield: i’ll teach you french @/yourusername
→ yourusername: i only want to know the bad words
→ colecaufield: that’s doable
→ yourusername: sold
user: quinn and the honorary hughes’ is cute but WHERE IS JACK??
→ user: right like he hasn’t even liked it
→ user: he took down his soft launch?
edwards.73: you will eventually get to play with me if you go to jersey @/yourusername
→ yourusername: it's really cute that you though this would help build your case ed
→ edwards.73: can't blame a guy for trying
jackhughes: does this mean we can be friends now?
→ yourusername: oh lol sure
→ user: oh this was painful to read
to, j 💥: is everything ok?? read, 6:33pm
to, j 💥: jack what the hell read, 7:12pm
to, j 💥: you can't really be moody cause i requested a trade from a team you don't even play for lmao
from, j 💥: i'm at practice. talk later
to, j 💥: i'm literally with daws and luke right now dude
to, j 💥: wtf did i do?? read, 7:44pm
to, j 💥: since when am i the one begging to make this work????
to, j 💥: you've been telling me for fucking months you didn't care what it meant as long as we could try us out
to, j 💥: you can't tell me how much you want me around one day and work so hard to make me believe you and then completely flip my world around the next that's not fair read, 8:19pm
to, j 💥: i at least deserve an explanation
from, jack: maybe i'm sick of people telling me i'm fucking up my whole life for you and that you're just gonna dump me before the playoffs so i lose focus
to, jack: hello?? lose focus against the team i'm requesting to leave?
to, jack: and who is people? all i've done is prove that i wouldn't fucking do that
to, jack: i'm literally with two of your teammates right now read, 8:25pm
to, jack: whatever, j. i asked for a trade for you lmao
from, jack: how is that for me? you're gonna be in a completely different fucking state and we'll never see each other
to, jack: that's what this is abt?? you could've just said something, j
from, jack: i don't think you can just unrequest the trade, y/n.
from, jack: what's done is done
to, jack: what would've happened if they just traded me regardless of if i asked?? would you have shut me out cause you don't like the distance when it wasn't my fault?
from, jack: that's different and u know it
to, jack: whatever jack
to, jack: see you wednesday
from jack: against the avs?? you got traded to fucking colorado?
to, jack: no. i got traded to the devils.
njdevils
ranger devil 😈 @/yourusername
2922 ❤ 456 ↳ 78 💬
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yourusername: i've always looked good in red
→ njdevils: our girl
dawson1417: FUCK YEAHHHH
→ yourusername: LEFT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR!!
→ dawson1417: RIGHT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR !!!!!!
lhughes_06: i'm gonna get bullied so much more often
→ yourusername: amen to that moosey
→ lhughes_06: no, not amen to that y/n/n
user: again i ask WHERE IS JACK
nicohischier: another one that won't listen to me
→ yourusername: not reporting for duty, cap 🫡
→ nicohischier: i'm not endeared
→ yourusername: fuck yeah you are
trevorzegras: i know i'm not meant to take personal offence to this but i am
→ yourusername: quinn is GROUCHY
→ _quinnhughes: why does jack get all the cool people i want to have a lake house adoptee on the canucks
→ yoursername: just bring petey
→ eliaspettersson_: do not volunteer me for that chaos
user: i'm kinda concerned at the lack of jack and y/n lately like what happened
jackhughes: new liney?
→ yourusername: new liney :)
→ lhughes_06: 🤨
→ user: luke don't expose your brother's weird cryptic comments as being weird and cryptic challenge
→ lhughes_06: hmm no
njdevils
liked by nicohischier, jackhughes and 34,899 others
njdevils: we think we've seen this film before and we loved the ending (bratter - jack - y/n/n line supremacy)
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jackhughes: start building the statue
→ yourusername: fucking right
user: the way that she just screamed in his face on her first assist to his goal i could SOB
→ user: and his fucking SMILE BACK AT HER
→ user: and her third goal!! the jump into his arms
user: in love w them actually
→ njdevils: us too
lhughes_06: they should've smooched on centre ice with the hats falling down
→ lhughes_06: what lol who said that
dawson1417: RIGHT LOCKER NEIGHBOUR DID THAT
→ yourusername: i couldn't have done wonderwall with out your harmonizing merc
→ dawson1417: i do have the voice of an angel
trevorzegras: i love how it feels to be a hater
→ _quinnhughes: ^
→ yourusername: wonderwall concert, 5pts, and i got quinn hughes to agree with trevor zegras. i am her.
yourusername
liked by jackhughes, nicohischier and 289,111 others
yourusername: j <3
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jackhughes: favourite liney?
→ yourusername: forever liney
lhughes_06: open your messages you demonic being
→ yourusername: do u know how much EFFORT that is
→ lhughes_06: i could imagine it's not a lot??
dawson1417: yucky
→ yourusername: we facetime like teenaged girls n you and ryleigh screeched in excitement when you recognized his room this morning
→ dawson1417: ok???? i screeched cause of the yuckiness
_quinnhughes: i guess you not being a canuck is tolerable if this is the outcome
→ trevorzegras: speak for yourself quintin i want her to be my liney forever 😾
→ yourusername: sorry z <3
→ jackhughes: she's not sorry
→ yourusername: i'm sort of sorry
→ trevorzegras: good enough!
user: SCREAMING AND CRYING OMG
→ user: WE'VE BEEN WAITING
user: mom n dad
dougieham: this is terrefying
→ yourusername: ok
john.marino97: new reality tv show live in the locker room except theres no drama it's just hughesy being whipped
→ yourusername: your favourite!
→ john.marino97: i hate every second
njdevils: it's not like we saw this coming or anything
→ yourusername: ADMIN
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soft launching
part of my model!reader x trevor zegras au <3
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y/nusername just posted to their story!
📍 paris, france
caption: special delivery all the way from CA 🤍
y/nusername
liked by: user1, colecaufield, user2, and others
y/nusername: a wrap-up of fashion month
the longest, yet best month of my life. thank you to all of those who played a hand in the most amazing experience <3
comments:
user1: insane
user2: this is everything 😍
bellahadid: love you to bits!!
y/nusername: mwah 💋
user3: cole what are you doing here 😭😭
user1: who??
user4: he’s been caught 💀
kaiagerber: so stunning
y/nusername: no you!!
y/nusername
liked by: user1, bellahadid, user5, and others
y/nusername: all eyes on you, my magician
comments:
user1: THE TAYLOR LYRIC 😭😭
user3: we’ve lost her 🥲
user4: who is this???
user2: need the fbi girlies to get to work
user5: who’s the magician? 🤨
y/nusername just posted to their story!
caption: this isn’t montréal .. thank you @anaheimducks for having me 🤍
🍒 about model!reader x trevor!
his favorite nickname for her is angel
they soft launch for months once they officially get together
y/n and cole have a bit of a freak out moment when they meet, her because she’s a huge habs fan, and him because he’s meeting a famous model
they have sunset dates on trevor’s roof
y/n leaves california for a month in february for a few fashion weeks, and trevor spends the entire time trying to prove to her that he’s serious about her
y/n convinced trevor to go on runs with her and he always complains, but he secretly loves it
they get caught making out in his car by paparazzi one day
model!reader x trevor zegras
🍒 friends with benefits to strangers to lovers
timeline:
🍒 sept. 2021 - trevor and y/n meet at a party
🍒 nov. 2021 - hookup for the first time
🍒 nov. 2021 - aug. 2022 - on and off hooking up
🍒 aug. 2022 - y/n cuts their arrangement off; 5 months no contact
🍒 jan. 2023 - trevor finds y/n at a party; they hookup that night and talk the next morning and agree to try for real
about model!reader
🍒 grew up in new orleans, louisiana
🍒 grew up a canadiens fan because her mom is french canadian
🍒 dropped out of college to move to california for modeling
🍒 lives in anaheim instead of los angeles for a slightly calmer environment
i’m finally starting this and im very excited 🤭 send in!!
wildest dreams, part 2
summary: in which y/n and trevor try again.
warnings: N/A
author's note: not super proud of this one, but i've been sitting on this for a few months, and figured it was time to get it out. starting an au for this couple as well, so be on the lookout! please be kind, hope you enjoy <3
part 1
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you blinked one, two, three times before the room around you came into focus. you realized fairly quickly that you were definitely not in your room, but rather, trevor’s room? it had been months since you had woken up in his bedroom, and for a moment, you had no idea what to think. the night before came rushing back to you, and you flipped over in the bed so fast you might’ve given yourself whiplash. only, trevor’s side of the bed was empty - and cold. he had been gone a while. you finally reached over to grab your phone, ready to unblock him and ask where the hell he was, but on top of your phone was a sticky note. in trevor’s scraggly handwriting, it read:
had a morning skate - be back by 11. breakfast is in the kitchen. please don’t leave.
you mindlessly got out of bed, wandering into the kitchen not really knowing what to expect. on the kitchen counter, you spotted another sticky note. this seemed to be turning into some sort of scavenger hunt, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly endeared by trevor’s actions. the second sticky note simply read:
in the fridge.
you moved to the fridge, and on the shelf directly in front of you sat a starbucks coffee and two wrapped sandwiches. you grabbed the drink and read the side, shocked to find your exact order staring up at you, wondering how he managed to remember it. on top of the sandwiches sat the last sticky note, the longest of the three:
i really hope this is the right drink order. i also didn’t know how hungover you’d be, so i didn’t know if you’d want the healthy sandwich or the not-so-healthy one. i just got both.
you found yourself smiling at the note, recalling all of the times trevor had driven you home the morning after a night spent at his place, and how he wordlessly drove to starbucks to get you breakfast every time. after a while, he had your order down to the T.
as you began eating your breakfast, you took the time to really think about the minimal conversation you had last night. what had trevor wanted to talk to you about? was it serious? what even was there to talk about after almost 5 months of no contact? in the time that you had known him, trevor had never been the type to be serious about, well, anything. that’s why your feelings about him always puzzled you. he wasn’t your usual type in any way, but that somehow made being around him even more intoxicating. you never really knew what to make of your feelings for him, so you pushed them down as far as they could go, until you eventually broke. hearing rumors through the rumor mill of other girls he was hooking up with, seeing pictures and speculation online of him with someone else, it caused you to snap and finally end it with him. for a while, you felt fine - great even. until you tried seeing other people. none of them gave you the euphoric feeling you felt when you were around him. none of them could make you laugh as hard as he had. none of them were trevor.
you weren’t completely innocent in feeding into the rumor mill either. paparazzi pictures of you with guy friends or male models from your agency always spread like wildfire, and you knew trevor saw them. you never slept with any of them, they were always just a friend of yours, but who can know that by just looking at a picture? you would get mad at trevor for getting jealous about them, claiming that the two of you weren’t exclusive, and he had no right to telling you who you could or couldn’t hang out with, yet you turned around and did the same thing to him when a picture of him and another girl made its way to the internet. it wasn’t fair to either of you, neither of you would communicate what you were feeling, because at the end of the day, it was just a hookup. right?
after a while of eating and letting your thoughts stew, you still had 45 minutes until trevor was supposed to be home. you went into the bathroom connected to his bedroom, hoping to find something decent in the shower that you could use. to your dismay, nothing but a 2-in-1 shampoo bottle and an almost empty body wash bottle sat in his shower. you huffed, and moved to look under the sick, crossing your fingers that something would be there. and sitting in the very back of the cabinet, hidden by a mass of towels, was the basket of products you had left here for when you stayed over. he kept these?? everything from your shampoo to a hairbrush sat there, virtually untouched since the last time you were here. you grabbed everything in a slight disarray, jaw still metaphorically on the floor at the fact that he never threw any of this away. almost like he was hoping he would see you again.
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you stood at the bathroom counter, freshly showered, clad in one of trevor’s shirts that you two had one day deemed yours, when you heard a door slam and what sounded like running coming from the front of the house. before you even had chance to turn around, trevor popped up in the doorway in the flection of the mirror, slightly out of breath from how fast he had run from the car, completely leaving jamie to fend for himself in the driveway.
“you’re still here,” he breathed out in a sigh of relief, finally setting down his bag on the floor now that you were in his eyesight.
“i wasn’t quite ready to go yet,” you said softly, turning around to face him. the two of you gazed at each other in silence for a few seconds, not necessarily an awkward silence, but more so contemplative, before trevor reached out for you. you met him halfway, and he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, wrapping his arms around your waist while yours went around his neck.
“can we talk?” he mumbled into your neck.
“yes please,” you answered, and he picked you up by your thighs and walked the two of you back into his room, where he sat down on the bed and sat you in his lap. he took a massive breath, and started,
“i know i say a lot that i’m not afraid to say what’s on my mind, but i think this is the scariest thing i’ve ever tried to say,” he said, seemingly very nervous. you smiled at him, encouraging him to go on, and reached up to run your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, knowing that always calmed him down.
“i miss you. and not in the ‘i miss sleeping with you’ kind of way, but in the ‘i miss being around you’ kind of way. i know we always danced around feelings and stuff, but i want to try us for real this time.”
you had to admit, you’d never seen him look this nervous since you had met the boy, and you didn’t like it. especially when you were the cause. but you couldn’t help but be worried about how it would turn out if you really did explore what the two of you felt for each other.
“we were so toxic trevor..” you mumbled, shifting you gaze to look at the ceiling out of fear that his eyes on you would cause you to clam up. when trevor moved his hand from your waist to your chin to make you look at him, you knew you were right.
“no we weren’t baby. we just didn’t know how to talk to each other. i wanted more than just hooking up but i never knew how to tell you, so i would get jealous when i thought you were with other guys. i know you never slept with them, but it wasn’t even fair of me to get mad over it.”
you couldn’t help but smile at his confession, and in an attempt to lighten the mood, you said,
“when did you get so wise?”
“when i started living with jamie,” he said, causing the both of you to giggle. after his statement, you felt that it was only right for you to explain how you were feeling,
“i like you, trevor. i like you a lot. i’ve never felt the way i feel about you with anyone else, and i always wanted more with you too. i know i got jealous a lot, and i’m not completely innocent in causing us to run around in circles. i’ve missed you so much more than i was willing to admit these past few months. i just- i just can’t help but be kinda scared to try us again, you know?”
he nodded in agreement, before stating very clearly, almost like he had rehearsed this before hand,
“we can start slow - just actually get to know each other. no expectations, no labels yet, no sleeping together if it helps. just me and you. and we can see where it goes.”
you couldn’t help the soft smile that started to bloom on your face. sitting in front of you was anaheim’s notorious playboy, and he was wanting to try dating just one person? and that person was you? you know you couldn’t say much to that, having been granted the title of anaheim’s reformed “party-girl” recently, but here the two of you were, wanting to push past your old ways for each other.
“i think i’d like that a lot,” you said finally, causing his signature grin to spread across his face. he rushed up to kiss you, the kiss softer and more meaningful than any the two of you had shared before. you attempted to convey everything you felt for the boy into the kiss, placing both of you hands on his cheeks in an attempt to get him closer. his arms wrapped around your waist yet again, pulling you flesh to him, having the exact same thought about getting you as close as possible.
when you finally broke from the kiss, you laid your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath. you finally broke the blissful silence by whispering,
“nice scavenger hunt this morning by the way. it was very cute”
“i figured i’d try to give you an incentive to stay,” he said, cheeks flushing at the admission.
“i would’ve stayed anyway.”
i want to start an au with trevor based on the fic i wrote a couple months ago (that i still haven’t written a part 2 for) but knowing me i’ll fall off the face of the earth and forget abt it
what do i do
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