Fics for nhl/ahl/ncaa players! (No minors) Request anyone! I can’t guarantee I’ll write for them but if it’s a player I’m familiar with, I will try my best!
I’m just waiting for all pro athletes to move their social media accounts to private at this point lol.
As always, FDT and his administration! But, some of you people take the whole thing wayyyyy to far.
Like as if Macklin gives a single fuck about politics in the U.S. HE IS CANADIAN.
And also, please realize that 99.99999% of these Millionaire athletes do not give a fuck about politics because unfortunately, they don’t have to worry about political issues being in the top 10%.
PLEASE stop with the crazy ideations that these men love you or stand for the same things you do.
Once again, fuck the government, but also, pleaseeeee realize the stripper doesn’t love you.
ft. macklin celebrini, will smith, collin graf, michael misa, tyler toffoli, sam dickinson, ivar stenberg, michael kesselring, and william eklund
🥤notes: i grieve ekky like a dead wife so i put him here idc. anyways my first piece of actual writing!!! hope i did them justice..it's hard to write hand holding 820102 different ways without sounding repetitive. i Tried. enjoy with love, xoxo tate
MACKLIN CELEBRINI
macklin is actually pretty subtle about holding your hand. he’ll just reach over and take it like it’s the most normal thing in the world, usually when you’re walking somewhere or sitting next to each other. he likes having your fingers laced with his, but he’s also constantly messing with your fingers, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles or squeezing your hand every few minutes for absolutely no reason. if you pull away to grab something, he immediately looks at you like you’ve personally betrayed him. full pout, brows drawn. the works.
he’s also the type to hold your hand under a table while he’s talking to others. nobody even really notices at first because he’s so casual about it, but you can feel him absentmindedly tracing little shapes on the back of your hand. if you’re cold, though? it’s over. he’ll grab both your hands and shove them into his sleeves or hoodie pocket, mumbling something about you being freezing while secretly loving the excuse to keep you close by.
WILL SMITH
will is a capital M menace. he likes holding hands, but he refuses to make it normal. you’ll be walking beside him and suddenly he’ll grab your hand and swing your arms between you like you’re five years old. if you complain, he just laughs and does it harder. he also loves squeezing your hand when he’s trying to get your attention instead of saying your name.
when he’s tired, though, he gets really soft about it. he’ll sit next to you and just hold your hand in his lap, thumb brushing over your palm while he talks about whatever happened during the day. sometimes he’ll mess with your rings or play with your fingers or crack your knuckles while you’re both talking. he acts like he’s barely paying attention, but if you try to take your hand back he'll immediately hit the “where are you going?”
COLLIN GRAF
collin’s hand holding is very quiet and sweet. he’ll usually start by brushing his pinky against yours before actually taking your hand, especially if you’re around other people. once he has it, though? this man does not let go. his fingers are always loosely tangled with yours, and he’ll occasionally give your hand a little squeeze without even thinking about it like he's reminding himself that you're real.
he’s also absolutely the type to hold your hand while you’re watching something together. you could be sitting on opposite ends of the couch and somehow your hands are still connected. if you fall asleep, he’ll keep holding your hand anyway, just resting it against his leg like it belongs there. and if you wake up and realize he’s still holding it, he’ll just smile and go, “hi,” like he hasn’t been sitting there losing circulation for an hour.
MICHAEL MISA
misa is a d1 clinger. he’ll take your hand and immediately lace your fingers together, then tuck your joined hands close to his side while you walk. if you’re sitting together, he’ll usually keep your hand in his lap and mess around with your fingers. he’ll randomly lift your hand to press a quick kiss to your knuckles too, especially if he knows it’ll make you flustered.
and if you try to pull your hand away because you’re joking around with him, he’s absolutely grabbing it again. “no.” is literally his entire argument. you laugh and tell him you’re trying to get your hand back or you need to grab something or whatever it is, and he’ll just hold tighter and look at you like you’re the one being unreasonable. eventually he gives in, but only after making you work for it.
TYLER TOFFOLI
tyler has that very comfortable, effortless type of hand holding. he doesn’t need to constantly be touching you, but when he reaches for your hand, it feels really natural. usually he’ll just take it while you’re walking and lace your fingers together, then he’ll keep it there for as long as you’re together. his grip is warm and steady, and he’ll occasionally poke at your hand when he’s trying to get your attention.
he’s also absolutely the type to hold your hand while doing something else. watching tv? your hand is in his. sitting at dinner? his fingers are resting over yours. driving? he’ll reach across the center console and find your hand at a red light. it’s never really dramatic with him. it’s just one of those little things that makes you realize how comfortable he is with you.
SAM DICKINSON
sam is shy about it at first. like, equal parts awkward and painful. he’ll walk beside you with his hand hovering near yours for an embarrassing amount of time before finally working up the courage to grab it. when he does, his fingers are a little awkward at first because he’s clearly overthinking whether he’s doing it right or not. once he gets comfortable though, he doesn’t want to let go.
he likes having your hands linked while you’re sitting together, especially if you’re watching something. he’ll sometimes trace his thumb over your knuckles without realizing he’s doing it. and if you look over and catch him, he’ll get that little embarrassed smile and look away like you weren’t supposed to notice. all while he’s still holding your hand.
IVAR STENBERG
ivar is the type who pretends he doesn’t care about hand-holding and then absolutely cannot stop doing it. he’ll grab your hand while you’re walking and immediately start swinging it around, laughing when you tell him to stop. he likes squeezing your hands randomly too, especially when you're sat on top of his shoulders.
when he’s actually being sweet, though, he gets much quieter. he’ll lace his fingers with yours and rest your joined hands on his thigh while you’re sitting together. every once in a while, he’ll glance down at them and smile to himself. if you catch him doing it, he’ll immediately look away and pretend he wasn’t even if his ears are red.
MICHAEL KESSELRING
michael has big hands, so holding his hand is basically like getting your entire hand swallowed. he loves resting his palm over yours and keeping your fingers tucked underneath his. when you’re walking, he’ll sometimes hold your hand with just two fingers, then randomly switch to fully lacing your fingers together it's a little game of keeping things interesting.
he’s also very protective with it. if you’re walking through a crowd, his grip gets tighter automatically, and he’ll pull you closer without even thinking about it. when you’re just sitting together, he gets softer. he’ll hold your hand between both of his and rub your fingers while listening to you talk, occasionally giving your hand a little squeeze just to remind you he’s listening.
WILLIAM EKLUND
sooooo annoying about it. he’ll take your hand and immediately start messing with it. he’ll trace your palm, play with your fingers, link your pinky with his, then suddenly switch to holding your whole hand. half the time you don’t even realize he’s started holding it until you look down and see your hands already tangled together.
and he absolutely uses hand-holding to annoy you. if you’re trying to do something, he’ll grab your hand and go, “nope.” if you try to pull away, he’ll hold tighter and laugh. but when he’s tired, all the teasing disappears. he’ll just quietly keep your hand in his while leaning against you, thumb brushing back and forth over your knuckles. he gets so comfortable like that that sometimes you’ll realize he’s half asleep and still refusing to let go.
⤿ tags 𓂃 fluff ⸝⸝ blk!reader ⸝⸝ established relationship
⤿ a/n 𓂃 this is for me + the 3 other dickie fans on here, love yall 🤞🏾
⤿ Absolute blanket hog and has been since he was a kid. He doesn't even mean to do it, he'll unconsciously grab the covers little by little until your body is left bare and shivering while he all warm and snug. Sam genuinely felt bad about this every time you brought it up so he came up with the idea to just wrap you up in the blanket with him.
⤿ Thrives on making you laugh because he's an extrovert so it comes with the territory. You guys could be in a room full of people and his eyes would still manage to find yours, checking to see if you laughed at his jokes because a soft chuckle from you means way more to him than making a whole room keel over in laughter.
⤿ Will talk your ear off if you let him. Sam's a pretty talkative person so it's very easy for him to get off topic and start talking about nonsense. You'd be lying if you said it didn't get annoying after a while but he always looks so excited to talk that you don't have the heart to tell him to stop.
⤿ It's embarrassing how much he likes it when you wear his stuff. Sam will stare at you all day just watching how you move and live in his clothes. You always offer to wash his stuff before giving back, to which Sam gets a little offended that you would wash your perfume off of his stuff like that isn't his favorite part of having you borrowing his clothes
⤿ One night Sam found himself standing behind your seat, watching as you got ready for bed. He took a break from admiring you to pick up the products and examine them, asking questions about each one. You were genuinely surprised at his curiosity but still explained everything before asking if he wanted to try some on. Now every night he'll sit with you at the vanity as you do your nightly skincare routine, waiting his turn.
⤿ He calls you everyday on roadies to update you about what going on, any new food he's tried, what him and Misa are getting up to, or to listen as you talk about your day
⤿ Caught on to how much you stare at him so he's made it his mission to tease you about it. He'll walks around the house shirtless or purposefully walks out the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, flexing a bit when he catches you staring at him putting on a show for you and watches as you gawk at the bulk of his muscles
I haven’t really stopped thinking about that run-in with Avery, and I haven’t been back to jeanners since.
As I hang up my skates, a hand grabs my shoulder. “I’m having some guys out to the cape this weekend. Nothing wild, just a little get together trip before the season gets going.” I know exactly whose voice it is. “Tanner, hey. I uh- I’m not really sure yet, but can I let you know?” I say while attempting to stay calm.
Before he says anything, my phone buzzes. I grab it to check, and it’s Avery.
We’d been talking over text ever since the day after our awkward run-in. I apologized for not telling her what my job is when we hooked up. It really would’ve saved both of us from the awkwardness. It’s been a week and thankfully we’ve both laughed it off now. Well, kind of.
Hey Fraser, going out to the cape this weekend! So excited, but if I don’t answer you right off, it’s because I’m chasing 3 feral kiddos around a boat. Just letting you know :)
I smiled like an absolute dork. She puts a little smiley face after nearly every text and I think it’s the cutest. My smiles wiped away by a finger flicking me in the ear. Mason.
“Minty got a girlfriend?” He asks quietly. I smack his hand away. “No dude, you’re such a weirdo. Why do you care about me having a girlfriend so bad?” I joke, pushing him back. He pretends to be serious. “B-because I’m-I’m jealous. I’ve l-loved you ever a-since I laid eyess on y-you.” He fake cries. I shove him away and laugh before pulling my phone back out to answer.
Oh well, I might be there too. Or maybe not, if that’s weird. Up to you? Jeanner invited us, but I won’t come if it’s weird for you.
I send the text and finish getting changed.
Today wasn’t particularly busy, but I did have some things to get done. I had a sink full of dishes that needed to be done, a load of laundry to put away, and a bathroom to clean. Thankfully, none of it should take too long.
I get back to my apartment around noon and neatly set my bag down in the breezeway. By 1, I’ve finished my cleaning and was ready to curl up on the couch with my book.
I get another text as soon as I sit down.
Oh shit. He loves to put us in awkward situations huh lol. I guess I don’t mind if you don’t! I just hope we can keep the act up. Or not, up to you… ;)
I once again catch myself smiling at the device in my hand. I’m a little caught off guard with the winky face. What does she mean with that?
Or not…?
I reply. I wait a few moments and she comes back.
I mean, it could be like a start over if you want. Our first interaction without the whole hook up situation. Like a fresh start I guess. :)
She isn’t wrong. I wouldn’t mind a trip out to the water… and I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing her chasing the kids in a swimsuit…
Her in a swimsuit. God damn. She doesn’t even realize what I want to do with allat.
Sounds like a plan. I’ll let jeanner know I’m in. See you this weekend ;)
I lock my phone and return to the book in my hands. I read for about an hour, but I don’t think I truly absorbed much. My brains been racing with images of Avery in the tiniest black bikini that hugs every curve perfectly. The little bundle of extra fat on her hips is calling for my hands.
Fuck.
I grab my phone again.
Wanna come over?
God, I hope she does.
A few hours later I’m changing into some comfy sweats and a tee shirt, waiting for her uber to pull up.
She steps out in an oversized cropped tee and bike shorts. Simple, but that’s all I need her in. She could be wearing a damn moomoo and I’d still think she’s a rocket. Her dark hair is tied back into a messy ponytail, and a tote bag is slung over her shoulder.
“Hi! Come in,” I chirp, opening the door for her. I take the bag from her shoulder and hang it up for her. “Well thank you, such a gentleman!” She jokes. I pull her short frame into a suffocating hug.
“So, are you ready for the Fraser Minten ultimate comfort date experience?” I ask, leading her to the kitchen by her hand. Her face turns red as I slide a glass of wine her way. “I didn’t know it was a date!” She says with her eyebrows up. I laugh a bit. “It’s a super informal, cozy, intimate, order in, hang out. Don’t worry, you look perfect.” Her face blushes even redder, and I plop down on the barstool next to her. I pull out my phone.
“So what are we thinking… Chinese? Italian? Mexican? A combination?” I scrolled through DoorDash checking out options. She leans her head on my shoulder to get a better view. “I really don’t know, maybe just choose and I’ll be happy either way.” She mumbles quietly. I shift to look down at her face. “No. What do you want? Do you like Chinese? Ooo wait, what about sushi?” I suggest, her eyes light up at sushi. “Ok so sushi it is. Coming up!” I order almost one of everything. I also get us both a boba tea, and have the dasher stop to a store and get some candy.
“So how did you manage to get the night off?” I ask her as we settle onto the couch to pick a movie. “Well I’m really only on when they plan to go somewhere or the kids are crazy. I pretty much can come and go as I please as long as I’m not needed.” She snuggles a bit closer to me and lets out a huff. “This is nice. I love the kids so much, but they can be a handful. It’s like tanner times 3. Except these ones bite sometimes.”
We chat about nothing basically the whole time until our food shows up. “Yummy!” She cheers, hopping up to grab the bags from the steps. “Good god dude, 3 bags of food?” She asks, plopping them on the counter. I rub the back of my neck and stand up. “Haha well I wanted a variety. Plus there’s some candy from the store. For our movie night of course.”
We both grab a take out container. Sitting at the counter, we eat the savory Chinese food and Avery snags a sweet gummy worm. “Sweet and savory, just like me.” She jokes as she stands to throw out her trash. “You have no idea…” I drawl out as I watch her ass shift with every step. She plops down on the couch and pulls my blanket up to her chin. She pats the couch next to her, and I swallow my last bite before heading over.
We start out far apart, then quickly wind up with our thighs touching and her head on my shoulder.
Everything is fine and dandy until her hand wanders to my thigh. Then, my brain goes to the gutter…
After singing Bodie to sleep to the best of my abilities, my arm is totally numb, and I’m sweating. I slink my way out of his room and click the door shut quietly.
Tanners friends must’ve arrived at some point, because I can hear a ruckus downstairs. My tank top is stained with baby food and dish water, the sweatpants I’m wearing are 2 sizes too big, and I’m wearing the pink fluffy slippers Keely through in my gift basket.
I stop in the bathroom to look in the mirror and adjust my hair. The messy bun I had in was falling off to the side and hairs were sticking out every which way. “Here we go I guess.” I come down the stairs and find the dining room crowded by men. Some are familiar, presumably hockey players that I’ve seen on the tv.
I try to make myself invisible as I cross the room, but looking down was a big mistake. I found myself going face first into the chest of some tall hockey guy. “Woah sorry,” says the familiar voice. I stumble backwards and look up to see the green eyes that were lying over me just last night. “Whoops!” I shriek. He smiles down at me, and I immediately push past him to my door. I run downstairs in a panic.
The guy who fucked me senseless just last night is buddies with my cousins husband. The very cousin I live with. Fuck. Me.
I plop onto my bed and hear laughter erupt upstairs. All I can think of is Fraser telling all of his friends about my ass bouncing on it. I text Keely to come downstairs.
“What’s up?” She asks. Plopping down next to me. I twiddle my fingers. “Well. I uh- I mightvehookedupwithoneoftheguysupstairs.” I spew the words. Keelys eyebrows just about hit the ceiling, and her jaw hit the floor.
“Oh my god which one? Do tell?” She faces her entire body towards me. I hide my face in my hands. “It doesn’t matter. It was nothing I’m sure. But imagine my surprise seeing him again?” I say. Keely rubs my arm. “As long as you’re being safe.” And as she stands up, I grab her. “Keely I swear to god if you say a single word to Tanner I’ll never talk to you again.” She puts her hands up in defense. “Aves I’m not telling my husband about your sex life. Don’t worry.” She assures me and dashes back upstairs.
I decide to try washing away my worries with a steaming hot shower. The water burns my skin slightly as I step into the steam.
Did I seriously hookup with an NHL player without knowing? Who is this guy? Why is he so close with Tanner? These kinds of happy ish coincidental never happen for me.
I get out of the shower and curl up in my soft sheets. My brain doesn’t stop working for hours, but my body just gives in to the exhaustion.
The next morning, everything seems mostly normal. Nobody really questions the awkwardness of last night thankfully. Bella is the only kid awake as Keely heads out to Pilates. Tanners been gone to a team workout for a few hours now.
I make a coffee and bring Bella out on the back porch to enjoy it. She babbles and crawls around, laughing at a bird chirping in the trees.
Today’s a new day. No more awkwardness…
Psych.
About an hour later Keely comes home while I cook breakfast with the (very minimal) help of Bodie and Brycen. They sprinkle chocolate chips into their pancakes and make a huge mess of flour on the counter and floor.
“Boys holy…” Keely starts, setting down her bag. They take their plates into the dining room to devour breakfast, and she pulls herself up onto the counter. “Sooo about last night… please tell me who!?!? I’m literally spiraling.” She wipes sweat from her forehead and hops down to help me clean up. “Pleassseeee avesss?” She squeezes my shoulders tight.
“Fraser…” I say, hardly above a whisper. “Huh?” She replies. “Fraser. It’s nothing. I swear! We hooked up one time.” Keely begins making a scene instantly, jumping up and down. “Oh my god! He’s the sweetest guy! That’s amazing! Wait.” I prepare myself for her revelation. “He’s the best guy. You should try to make it something more!” She cheers. At this time, I notice the little giggles coming from around the corner.
“Bodie! Busted!” I shout as he reveals himself. “Avery has a crush on Fraser!!!” He chants in a singsong voice. Keely sucks in a breath and gently puts a hand over her eldest son’s mouth. “Bodie, if you say anything to anyone, I’m taking your Xbox for a week.” She whispers in his ear. “Not even dad.”
He sticks up a little pinky for a pinky promise. “Ok. Got it!” He says with a serious face before turning back to me cheesing. “This is a disaster.” I say.
I woke up sore and sweating in a room I didn’t recognize right off. And, in the arms of a guy I definitely didn’t recognize.
My eyes flutter closed again, and I feel a big arm tighten around my waist. My brain shuts off and I drift back into a cozy sleep once more.
I open my eyes to find myself alone, and tangled up in nice-smelling sheets. I come to and realize where I wound up. “Fuccckkkk” I grumble, scrambling to find my phone in the bed. I remember having the best sex of my life. I remember cuddling in his big arms after . I remember watching random episodes of breaking bad and chatting about my new job and my past.
I managed to get up and find my clothes strewn about the room. I try not to make too much noise, I don’t want Fraser to come back to me butt naked searching frantically for my clothes.
I find mt clothes and throw them on before slowly creaking the door open and getting a lay of the land. Theres an exit directly across from this hallway. If I make a mad dash, I can get out and never have to speak to this guy again. But, I don’t know if that’s what I even want. I had a blast with him last night.
I decide to grow up and nonchalantly walk out to the living area, where I find Fraser sprawled on the couch with a book. His glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, and he doesn’t even notice me. I clear my throat, and he jumps. “Oh shit,” he says clutching his chest. I giggle, but try not to make things too awkward. I head straight for the door where my boots lay. “Good morning,” he says, laying down the book. “Here, I uh- I had a good time last night. Put your number in.” He says, nudging his phone at me.
The nerves in my stomach begin to settle as he hands it to me. My fingers tremble as I type in my contact and send myself a text. “Yeah, I did too. It was fun.” I say, pushing some hair out of my face. He pulls me in for a hug. “Are you heading out?” He asks.
I pull back. “Yeah, I’ve gotta be home soon, the kids-“ I begin to explain, but he just smiles. “Yeah anyway, well I’ll see you around Fraser.” I step outside and just begin to walk. I had to get myself out of that awkwardness.
I walked to the corner and ordered an uber back to Keely and Tanners. The lady pulls up next to me and I plop down. “Rough night?” She jokes. I laugh and the blood rushes to my face. “Honestly, yes. But in all the right ways.” I answer, watching the city disappear behind us.
I arrive back to their house in the suburbs, looking like a hot ass mess. I go in to my suite through my private entrance, and immediately head for the bathroom to shower away my night.
A while later, I head upstairs to hang out with the kids while Keely and Tanner go out for lunch. In the middle of a very heated game of hide and seek, I hear the back door slide open. “Bodie, I said the yard is off limits!” I yell. However, I hear Bodie padding up next to me. “It’s not me. I think Brycen went outside alone.” He says. I immediately jump into action, knowing they have a pool in the backyard. I sprint to the back door and find Brycen sitting on the porch behind a big flower pot. I pull him up and hug him close.
“Brycen, I told you outside is off limits. It’s not a safe choice when nobody else is back here!” I explain. It’s the first time I have had to scold any of them. His lip quivers and I feel horrible instantly. I give him a good squeeze and wipe away the beginnings of tears on his cheeks. Bodie watches it all happen from inside the glass door. Then, I hear Miss Bella start to fuss from her crib. I hold Brycen’s hand and guide him back inside, making sure to lock the safety lock at the top of the door.
I sprint upstairs to grab Bella and prep a bottle for her. While I change her diaper, I can hear the garage door open. Once again my heart stops, but it’s without good reason considering both of the boys are sitting next to me on the couch. “Momma and dads are home!” Cheers Brycen. He startles Bella, making her quiet whines turn into loud wales. I pick her up and run to the kitchen, waiting ever so impatiently for her breast milk bottle to warm up. “Hello hello!” Chirps Keely as she comes through the door. “No wait, just put that back in the fridge. My boobs are killing me!” She says, already unfastening her nursing bra while grabbing Bella. I laugh and only then do I notice Tanner struggling in with some bags.
“Here let me help!” I laugh, grabbing a bag from tanners hands. “Thank god.” He mutters. I set the bag down on the counter and notice the Gucci logo on the side. “Damn someone went shopping.” I say. Tanner rolls his eyes. “Someone definitely did.” He replies, gesturing to Keely.
After dinner, I help clean the kitchen, and Bodie does his best to help me. He dries some plates and stacks them on the counter next to me. Tanner comes into the kitchen and pulls a bottle of whiskey down out of the hutch. “Bodes it’s time to get to bed buddy. Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” He says. Bodie clings to my leg. “No, can Avery do it? She sings to me.” He says, and my heart melts. “Bodie it’s ok…” I nudge him toward his dad.
“No! Avery, please?” He begs, pulling on my pant leg. I just stare blankly at Tanner. He raises his hands in submission. “Ok, that’s fine. She probably has a better singing voice than me. Love you buddy.” He says, ruffling bodies hair. Bodie runs upstairs, and Tanner stops me. “Hey, uh- a couple of the guys are coming over to have some drinks and play pool. You’re welcome to join us when the kids are all settled.”
My arms ache and my shoulders are stiff. This mornings workout really got me for some reason. “You coming out tonight?” Asks Mason as he claps me on the back, right where it hurts. “Eh I don’t know. I’m sore as hell.” I gesture toward my limp arms. He just laughs.
“Come on dude. You could use some natural pain relief.” He says. Whatever he’s insinuated just doesn’t land with me. “What are you talking about?” I ask, honestly not that interested. “Bruh. You need to get laid. You’ve been like the Virgin Mary this off season.” He says much louder than needed. I just roll my eyes and shake my head, stuffing things into my gym bag. “Dude. I’m just getting out of a relationship. Not really in the mood.” I spat.
He holds his arms up in defense. “All I’m saying is, the best way to get over a girl is to get under a new one.” He jokes, tapping my back again. He walks away finally, and Tanner plops down next to me.
“You know he isn’t totally wrong. You could use some fun. I’m not sure about the whole sleeping with someone part, but you should go out. I bet you’d feel more relaxed.” He says. And before getting a word out, he stands up and walks off. Tanners like the older brother I never had. He’s annoyingly right, like all of the time.
A while later, I reluctantly find myself getting dressed to go out. With the regular season coming back quickly, I really should let go a bit without having to worry about my performance.
Mason pulls up a few minutes later with a carload of players. “MINTY!” He yells, gesturing the the front seat. I climb in. “Hey guys.” I chirp.
We arrive at the club and I instantly begin to regret it. The loud music, the bodies everywhere, it’s all too much. I feel the bass in my chest as we make our way through and find a table. Mason is the first to flag down a bartender. “5 shots… tequila. Top shelf please.” He yells over the noise.
He comes over with the shot glasses in hand; pretty much forcing it down my throat. It burns as it goes down. “Fuck dude.”
We head out on the dance floor and Mason essentially pushes me into a crowd of girls. The liquid courage definitely did its trick, because I actually sparked up a conversation with a couple of them. Then, they realized who I am. “Oh my god you play hockey! You’re on the bruins.” One states, and the rest come flocking in.
I don’t know what it is about hockey being so attractive to girls, but it really makes them insane. My ex, Callie, broke up with me for this precise reason. She couldn’t handle the girls all over me when we’d go out, or the people stopping us for pictures in the streets.
This whole thing actually got me thinking about her, and I needed to escape. “Hey Mase I’m gonna get some air.” I yell in his ear. He nods and gets back to the blonde he’s been macking on all night.
I step out onto the street and find a few stray people doing the same. I lean against the brick, cold in the Boston night. I let out a breath, and a short guy next to me gestures a cigarette my way.
“Fuck it, sure.” I say, accepting it. The guy then lights it and I take a long drag. Longer than I should’ve apparently, because I instantly start coughing and hacking. My eyes water and I seriously think it might be the end of me until someone hands me a water bottle.
“Here,” she says giggling, “take little sips. Definitely not a smoker, huh?”
“F-uck no,” I say through coughing and wheezing. She laughs again and I grab the bottle from her hands. After a few sips, I finally come around and stop choking to death. I look up to thank the girl, only to be met with a sweet smile. One that’s genuine, not one that’s trying to flirt with me.
“Hi.” She says in a sweet voice. “I’m Avery. I just needed a bit of air… and personal space.”
I smile. Her dark hair and dark eyes reflect the neon signs surrounding us. “Fraser. nice to meet you Avery.” I stick out a hand. She takes it and shakes it softly. “I feel that. I’m overwhelmed too, haha. It’s insane in there. Did you come with friends?” I ask. She shakes her head and takes a sip from the bottle she gave me a few moments ago. “No actually, I’m new to the area. Just trying to meet people I guess.” I chuckle at the thought of trying to find friends in a shitty Boston night club.
She clocks my reaction. “I know, I know, not a good place to find friends. But it’s a start.” She shrugs. “Well, I’d love to show you around sometime.” She looks up at me sincerely. “Well Fraser I think that would be great.” Before anything else, she grabs my hand and pulls me back inside.
As we walk in, I’m greeted by Mason leaving with two blondes. He puts his hand up for a hi five, but I ignore it and laugh. The short brunette pulling me along chuckles and grabs two shots of some kind of clear liquor and hands me one. “To my new friend Fraser!” She shouts before downing the shot and plopping the cup back onto the tray.
We danced for a bit, and after a while I noticed all of the guys I came with had slowly disappeared. The crowd in the club was starting to thin. I tapped Avery’s shoulder, “hey, I’m ready to head out. Want a ride?” I ask, gesturing to the uber app on my phone. She nods and comes extremely close to me. “A ride back to your place, I hope?” She whispers in my ear.
My eyebrows shot up. I’ve never really been a hookup guy. Not before Callie, and certainly not after. She sees me thinking hard and squeezes my bicep. “Cmon, nothing serious… just some fun.” She insists. I roll my eyes jokingly. “Sure, what the hell.” Neither of us were drunk, just had a good buzz going. We both are definitely sober enough to consent, so fuck it.
“Fine then… let’s get out of here.” She grabs my arm and ragdolls me through the crowd of people. Only now am I getting a good look at her entire body. Shes perfect, honestly.
Of course, I’ve been dancing and feeling up on her all night (by her own request) so I knew she was a little on the thicker side. But damn. The little black halter top and black skirt that she had on squeezed her in every right way. The curve of her hip was begging for my hands. It’s like she senses me staring, because she wraps herself under my arm and plants my hand on her hip as we come to stop where the uber will pick us up.
“You sure about this?” I ask. She smiles, and I notice the freckles on her face. Her hands reach up to my shoulders and entangle behind my neck. “Hell yes, I’m sure.”
