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Ollie Bearman
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9-1-1 (TV Show)
Ravi Panikkar x Original Character (Female OC)
Renting Love
Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.
Note: I moved this fic to my main blog (this one) from my other blog @ravi-panikking
I apologise for any confusion
Character Introductions
Aesthetics
Instagram accounts
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick
Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace
Breaking Altitude
Summary: When talk show host Graham Norton accidentally reveals the secret marriage between Oscar-winning actress Manisha Klementieff and Navy pilot Natasha “Phoenix” Trace on live TV, the world is stunned—especially Natasha. Thrust into the spotlight without warning, the couple must confront the fallout.
Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.
Word Count:
Warnings: Throwing up (only mentioned in passing, no detail)
Note:
Taglist: @verztappen @nightrose-18
Gen had decided that she wanted to punish Ravi. Which is why when she thought that she should just ignore him. He was clearly so eager to try and speak to her again, which is why she thought that her plan was perfect.
“Lion? Can I talk to you?” Ravi whispered.
Gen just turned her back to him and started a conversation with Brooklyn.
This wasn’t the first time that Ravi had tried to speak to Gen whilst they were at the bar.
“Lion? Please. Please don’t ignore me. I just want to talk to you” Ravi pleaded.
“You can talk to me if you stop using that nickname” Gen snapped.
“Right. Sorry” Ravi decided to stop trying to get Gen to talk to him, he seemed to be making everything worse between the two of them.
“So Ravi, what do you do for work” Mason, Gen’s friend, asked as the night progressed.
“Oh, I’m a firefighter.” Ravi said, his face breaking out into a grin. He was clearly very proud of his job.
“And apparently a landlord” Gen mumbled, hunched over her 6th drink of the evening.
“Yep. I’m also a landlord” Ravi nodded.
As he spoke, he turned to face Gen and saw how out of it she looked. He had been keeping an eye on Gen all evening but hadn’t counted exactly how many drinks she had consumed. Apparently it was a lot.
“Hey!” Ravi leaned in closer to Gen, their faces inches apart.
“Hmm” was all Gen was able to say.
“Maybe you should go home” Ravi whispered softly.
“What? No! I’m just getting started” Gen slurred.
“Nope.” Ravis said, popping the ‘p’.
“I’m officially cutting you off. I don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning, even though you would be in the best hands” Ravi mumbled.
“Hey guys. I’m going to take Gen home, she’s had a lot to drink” Ravi announced to the table. Ravi took the nods from Gen’s friends as a silent approval to take Gen home.
“Nooooo I don’t wanna” Gen whined.
“Yessss” Ravi said, mimicking Gen’s tone.
“Come on. Up you get” Ravi said as he tugged on Gen’s arm, trying to get her to leave the booth they were sat in. She didn’t budge.
Ravi sighed.
“Alright” he mumbled.
He pulled Gen’s arms up and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her out of her seat and throwing her, gently, over his shoulder. He gave a quick wave to his friends and started to make his way out of the bar.
“I’m going to call an UBER okay?” Ravi said as he placed Gen on the steps outside of the bar. Gen didn’t respond.
It took 11 minutes for the UBER to arrive, which Ravi thought was pretty reasonable considering it was 03:45 on a Friday night, or Saturday morning, depending on how you look at it. Getting Gen into the UBER was a hurdle that Ravi hadn’t anticipated. He was under the assumption that she was too drunk to realise that she was on her way home from the bar, oh how wrong he was.
“Okay Geni, the UBER is here” Ravi said, voice soft, calming. That seemed to wake Gen up from her drunken haze. Ravi started to get her up from where she was sitting but she immediately started kicking and screaming. Ravi pulled away quickly, taking a big step back so people around would know that he wasn’t trying to hurt her.
“Gen? Gen? What’s wrong?” Ravi’s voice was panicked.
“I don’t want to leave! You can’t make me!” Gen shouted.
“Gen, come on! Our UBER is here. Please! Just get in the car!” Ravi was practically begging for Gen to cooperate with him.
“Nooooo” Gen’s tone, high and childlike.
“Please! I’ll buy you food! Just please get in the car” Ravi’s hands gesturing towards the car. He was almost at his wits end.
“Okay” Gen mumbled.
“Okay?” Ravi said, voice hopeful.
“Okay” Gen repeated.
Ravi was just glad that the UBER driver hadn’t driven off whilst he was trying to get Gen in the car.
They got half way to Gen’s, or I guess you could say Ravi’s, apartment building when Gen hit Ravi in the arm and said “What about my food?!”
“I’ll cook something for you” Ravi sighed, clearly having forgotten all about his promise of food.
“You can’t cook” Gen said bluntly.
“Oh yeah? Watch me” Ravi said, determination etched on his face.
When the UBER pulled up outside of Gen’s apartment building, Ravi rushed to pay the driver. Once he had done that, he threw the door open and ran to the other side of the car, the side that Gen was sitting on. He, slowly, opened the door and Gen would have fallen out of the car had she not still had her seatbelt on.
Ravi reached inside of the car and unbuckled Gen’s seatbelt. He looked up, moving the seatbelt away from Gen’s body, his face inches, if that, away from Gen’s. He was going to pull away, stepping back let Gen out of the car, when it happened. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, gripping his hair lightly. Gen’s hand. Her hand push his head forward. Before he knew what was happening, their lips collided softly.
He blinked.
Before he could even think about kissing her back, Gen pulled away.
“I think I’m going to be sick” Gen said, her face pale.
“Oh god”
“Not in my car!” The UBER driver shouted.
Ravi pulled away as quickly as possible. He dragged Gen out of the car and pushed her towards the grass that was outside of her apartment building. She emptied her stomach onto the grass.
“Are you okay?” Ravi asked.
Gen just nodded. Ravi slowly started guiding Gen towards her apartment building.
Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.
Word count: 1.4K
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
Note: this chapter is a bit longer than the first one. I hope you enjoy.
Feel free to leave any comment, criticisms or even any prompt ideas for new fics! I apologise for any mistakes/ errors in the fic.
Gen hadn't seen Ravi for almost two weeks. Every time she left her apartment, she was on edge, worried that she would turn a corner and he would be there. Luckily, that hadn't been the case. It seemed that he had just disappeared off of the face of the earth. Something that he seemed to be good at, Gen thought, rolling her eyes.
Gen had a busy few weeks at work which is why when her friends asked if she wanted to go to a bar with them after work, she, very enthusiastically, said yes. Gen didn't usually frequent bars but she thought that because of how hard she had been working, she deserved a night to decompress with her friends.
Gen had decided to go home after work and then head over to the bar, whereas most of their coworkers headed straight from work to the bar, eager to put the working week behind them as soon as possible. She had decided to change from her work clothes into a simple jeans a T-shirt. Once she had done that, she ordered an UBER so that she wouldn't have to worry about having to pick her car up the next day, probably whilst she was still hungover. She made it to the bar in record time. She thanked the UBER driver as she got out of the car and started walking towards the bar.
As soon as she stepped inside, she felt overwhelmed. The place was almost completely full. She could hardly take a step without bumping into someone or being bumped into by someone.
Just as she was about to start walking towards the bar, she felt someone grab her elbow.
"Gen! I'm so glad you came!" One of her colleagues, Andi, had appeared next to her, pulling her into a hug.
"I'm starting to regret it slightly" Gen joked.
She wasn't entirely sure that Andi had heard what she had said, but they both still laughed anyway.
Andi pulled away from the hug, grabbed Gen's arm and started pulling her through the crowd, towards a booth at the back of the bar. The rest of Gen's colleagues were sat at the table, empty glasses almost covering the entire table.
Gen watched Andi slide into the booth. Andi ushered Gen to do the same but she stayed standing at the edge of the table. Gen glanced down at the table and saw that she had some catching up to do, drinks wise.
"The next round is on me" Gen said.
Her colleagues, who were already tipsy, cheered loudly.
She made her way to the bar, ducking under people's outstretched arms and pushing people out of the way. Once Gen made it to the bar she realised that she may have made a mistake agreeing to get the next round. She was stood at the back of a four row queue of people waiting to be served. She pushed her way through the crowd and eventually got to the bar itself.
"What can I get for you?" The barman shouted.
"Seven beers" Gen shouted back.
It was so loud that both Gen and the barman were having to shout in order to be heard. The barman nodded and started pouring the beers. Whilst he did that, Gen decided to take a quick scan of the bar. The key word being tried. She couldn't see anything other than gross, sweaty people trying to take her place at the bar.
"Miss? Your beers" Gen turned back to the bar to see the drinks she had ordered lined up along the bar. She has clearly not thought this through.
How was she supposed to carry all of these drinks back to her table?
"Do you need any help?" Gen heard someone shout. She turned to her right to see who had spoken to her
No. Please no. Not him. She would take help from anybody but him.
"No thank you" she replied, stubbornly.
The man just laughed and grabbed half of the beers she had ordered. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to lead the way to where she wanted to take the beers. She rolled her eyes, aspirated, and grabbed the remaining drinks. She started pushing her way through the crowd, occasionally looking back to see if the man was still following her. He was. Of course he was.
They eventually got to Gen's table. "Geni, who is this handsome man? And is he single?" Gen's coworker, Harry, slurred.
Gen heard the man laugh softly behind her.
"This is Ravi" was all Gen said as she made her way to sit down.
"Ravi?" Harry repeated. "And is Ravi single?"
Harry said, not taking his eyes off of him. Gen glanced up and Ravi who had already been looking at her.
"Erm. Yes I am single. But l've already got my eye on someone" Ravi was still staring at you, his eyes softened.
Gen's best friend, Piper, noticed that Ravi was looking at Gen like he was a lovesick puppy.
"Ravi, why don't you come and sit with us?" Piper asked. Gen's eyes widened. Before she could refuse of Ravi's behalf, he spoke.
"I would love to but I'm here with some of my friends and I can't just abandon them"
"See he is busy" Gen said quickly, reaching her arms out to push Ravi away from her meddling friends.
"Why don't we all just sit together then. You, Gen, us and your friends" Piper suggested. Gen elbowed Piper in the ribs.
"Yeah. I'd be down for that. If that's alright with you, Lion?" He asked, eyes hopeful. How could Gen say no?! Especially when he used that nickname.
"Yeah. Of course. That sounds really fun" Gen plastered on a take smile.
"Okay. I'll get my friends to move over here since you have a bigger table than we do. With that, Ravi disappeared back into the crowd.
"How could you do that?" Gen shouted at Piper.
"I don't know what you mean" piper said, nonchalantly.
Piper did, in fact, know exactly what Gen meant.
When Gen had first moved to LA from Paris she found it difficult to make friends, that was until she met Piper. Piper made it easy for the two of them to be friends. She was fun, outgoing and exceedingly confident. Gen, after Piper had enquired, had told her all about her life in back Paris. She told Piper all about her first love, Ravi.
She told her about how Ravi had completely shattered her heart. Which is why she was furious that Piper had so easily invited Ravi to sit with them.
"You know exactly what I mean" Gen said.
Before Piper could defend herself, Ravi and his friends appeared at the table.
"Hi again" Ravi said, awkwardly.
"Don't just stand there, come and sit down!" Andi said gesturing for Ravi and his friends to sit in the booth.
Fate was not on Gen's side today. Ravi was the last person to sit down and Piper had made sure that the only free space was next to Gen, meaning that Ravi had to sit next to Gen.
"So, are you all going to introduce yourselves?" Piper said, clearly smug that her plan to sit Gen and Ravi together had worked.
"Oh right. Well I'm Ravi, we obviously met when you invited us to sit down." He laughed awkwardly. Gen could see some of her friends cooing at his awkwardness. Suddenly, Gen wanted to be anywhere but at that table.
"Then this is Buck" Ravi gestured to the muscular man that Piper was eyeing.
"I'm Eddie" The man, Eddie, said, clearly wanting Piper to stop staring at Buck.
"I'm Hen" Gen's eyes flicked to a woman in glasses. "And this is Chimney" the same woman gestured to the shorter man sat next to her.
"Chimney?" Gen's friend Paxton questioned.
"Ahh it's a long story." Chimney blushed.
"A funny one I bet" Brooklyn, Gen's boss laughed.
"So, Gen, how do you know Ravi?" Hen questioned, leaning closer to Gen.
"Erm. We met in Paris. When we both lived there" Ravi saw Gen's face, how uncomfortable she looked, and chose to answer the question for her.
"Paris?" When were you in Paris, Ravi?" Now it was Chimney's turn to be intrigued.
"I was 18" Ravi shrugged, acting like he had told his friends this information before.
"You have never told us this before" Buck said, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Sure I did" Ravi said.
"Erm no you did not" Hen said, in an accusatory tone.
Ravi just shrugged.
As the night progressed, Gen got to know Ravi's friends. She liked them. She thought that Ravi deserved to have good friends like that. Especially after everything he had gone through. Even though he had hurt her, a lot, Gen didn't want Ravi to suffer.
Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.
Word Count: 530
Warnings: N/A
Note: I think Ravi deserves more fics. He is criminally underrated. Anyway, I hope you all like this story. Feel free to leave any comment, criticisms or even any prompt ideas for new fics! I apologise for any mistakes/ errors in the fic.
I'm hoping to make this a multiple part series!
Possible slow burn fic!
This could not be happening right now. Gen was stood inside her apartment gripping the side of her front door so hard her knuckles were turning white. And there he was, stood in the doorway like it was nothing. Like it wasn't killing him to see her again. It was sure as hell killing her to see him again.
The man that broke her heart. The man that shattered her heart into a million pieces and took those pieces back to America with him.
Ravi Panikkar.
"I've received a noise complaint about you from one of your neighbours" Ravi said, not looking up from his clipboard. He hadn't done so since Gen had opened the door.
"A noise complaint?" Gen questioned, pretending not to have recognised him.
At the sound of Gen's voice his head shot up. He immediately met Gen's eye, a look of shock covering his face.
"Gen?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"Gen, what are you doing here?" He stepped closer to her but she moved back into her apartment, slightly.
"You didn't recognise my name on the noise complaint?" Gen said, coldly.
"You- erm- there wasn't a name on the complaint" he said quickly. "What are you doing here?" He repeated.
"I live here" Gen stated, rolling her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Right. You live here. Wait since when?" His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
"I've lived here for two years, Ravi" Gen said quietly. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"I own this apartment building. Actually I own three apartment buildings in total"
"Oh. Wow. Good for you" Gen said, nodding her head, shock clearly evident in her voice.
"What was this about a noise complaint?" Gen said after a beat of awkward silence.
"Oh. Right. The noise complaint. Yes." Ravi's tone turned from shocked to professional. "One of your neighbours has filed a noise complaint against you. They have claimed that you 'walk too loudly'" Ravis said, reading the complaint off of his clipboard.
"I walk too loudly?! Are you serious? Who said that. That is such a stupid thing to complain about." Gen was clearly irritated.
"I'm not at liberty to say. This is your first warning so neither I nor the building manager will take action but we will if this continues" Ravi said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Wow. Thanks." Gen slammed the door in Ravi's face.
Gen pressed her back to the door and slid down to the floor. She felt like she couldn't breathe.
How could he be here, of all places? Why did he have to own the apartment building that she lived in? The apartment building that she had been living in for two years. If Ravi really did own the building, why had she never seen him before today? Gen had to question if this was all some elaborate prank.
She eventually pulled herself up from the floor and put her interaction with Ravi out of her head.
She had to go to work and she couldn't do that if she was completely distracted by a man she had refused to even think of for nearly 10 years.
Summary: Ravi and Gen had a chance encounter in Paris when Ravi was 19 and Gen was 18. Almost 10 years later they saw each other again when Gen went to view an apartment in the apartment building that Ravi owns.
Note: (I have chosen to use two face claims for Get because I couldn’t choose whoops. Sorry for any possible confusion).
You obviously don’t have to picture these face claims when reading this story but this is how I picture Gen.
Fic is set in 2025
They met for the first time in 2016
I’m hoping to make this a multiple part story which is why I’ve chosen to introduce the characters.
Nickname(s): Gen, Geni, Lion (only Ravi calls her this)
A night out drinking and dancing was exactly what you needed. You had been on your feet non-stop, all day. Running around, fetching, what seemed to be, everything under the sun for this major and that lieutenant. It seemed as though everyone on base was in desperate need of your assistance.
You and your friends had organised to go to the Officers Club, you were supposed to all go together but you were late getting back to your lodgings. Your friends had already made their way there, leaving a note on your bed telling you to just meet them there. Which is how you ended up walking around the Thorpe Abbotts Base at night. Alone.
As you approached the entrance to the officers club, you spotted a group of men standing outside, a cloud of smoke, and the deafeningly loud sound of drunken laughter, following them as they approached the entrance, heading back inside the club. You weren’t sure you recognised any of the men, but still greeted them with a polite “Evening” as you stopped, letting them enter the building ahead of you.
You were at the door when you heard someone say your name. You looked up to see Major James Douglass standing in front of you. You smiled softly.
“Hello Douggie”
“Hey! Are you meeting your friends inside? I didn’t see them when I was inside before. But I might have just missed them” He spoke, voice loud due to the amount of alcohol he had obviously already consumed.
“Yeah. I would have arrived with them but Major Egan needed help with something” You told him.
He nodded his head in response. You pushed past him and moved to make your way into the building, your hand on the door, but before you could open it fully, you heard him speak.
“Everett’s inside. In case you were wondering” he called after you, you felt your face flare with heat and your stomach fill with butterflies. You ignored his comment, opting to throw the door open and march into the club.
Everett Blakely. Major Everett Blakely. The man you had been secretly harbouring a ginormous crush on, since the moment you had laid eyes on him.
The first time you had met Everett, you were, in no uncertain terms, completely and utterly starstuck.
He had just clambered out of his plane, after landing his plane on English soil for the first time. You, and the rest of the Red Cross girls, were standing off to the side of the runway, waiting for the new pilots to arrive.
You tried your hardest to greet the pilots as they passed you, handing out food and refreshments, but this task was quickly forgotten when your eyes landed on a tall figure, a few metres away from you.
He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, not that you had really spent much time around men you weren’t related to before joining the Red Cross.
The alluring man, and the rest of his crew, had already made their way towards where you were standing, with your tray of drinks. You grabbed one of the drinks on your tray before holding it out to the pilot that had just appeared in front of you. The kind smile on your face faltered slightly as you looked up at the man positioned before you. It was him.
His hair was tousled, his face was flushed and a cigarette was dangling out of his mouth carelessly. He looked like he had stepped out of one of your daydreams.
He was even more beautiful up close. His eyes were wide and sparkled in the English sun as he stood in front of you.
“Thank you darlin” He said. His voice was deep, and had a gentleness to it that made your heart race.
He seemed to go out of his way to ensure that he maintained eye contact with you as he moved to take the glass from your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against yours softly. You averted your eyes, opting for grasping another refreshment with your other hand off of the tray, hoping that he would save you from embarrassment and walk away.
However, when you looked up again, you saw that his eyes were still trained on you. Your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, to apologise for touching his hand, but another pilot spoke before you could get any words out.
“Jesus Blakely. You found yourself a girl already?”
You took a large step back, a deep sense of self-consciousness hitting you hard in the chest. You didn’t think anyone had been watching your interaction.
“Shut up” the man, Blakely, said under his breath as he elbowed his friend in the ribs.
This, however, didn’t deter his friend as he reached a hand out to you.
“Lieutenant James Douglass. But you can call me Douggie”
You introduced yourself before offering him a drink, which he gladly snatched from you.
“We have to go. They are showing us to our bunks” Douggie announced, turning towards Blakely, who had yet to take his eyes off of you.
You saw an apologetic, and slightly reluctant, look spread over Blakely’s face.
“It was nice to meet you” he whispered, leaning into you slightly, before walking away, brushing his shoulder against yours as he did so.
Everett was kind, thoughtful, an incredible dancer and nothing but a gentleman. It was no surprise that all the ladies on base swooned over him. However, he seemed to favour spending his evenings with your best friend, and roommate, Tati.
Everytime, without fail, you and the girls you worked with went out, Blakely and Douglass would sit with you at your table. At first, it was because Douglass had taken an interest in another one of your friends, Betty. He would drag Blakely along with him so that he could entertain Betty’s friends whilst Douglass made his move. But now, Blakely seemed to be the one dragging Douglass to sit with you all.
Blakely would spend his evenings barely sparing you a second glance. He would, instead, choose to pas his time chatting to Tati and dancing the night away with her, much to your dismay. The two of them would constantly be in deep conversation with each other, and when someone asked what they were talking about, Blakely’s face would go as red as a beetroot.
As you entered the club, you looked around for your friends. You spotted them sat at a table on the edge of the dance floor. You started to make your way over to them, pushing your way through the gaggle of pilots stood around the bar, before spotting something that made your stomach turn.
Everett and Tati, slow dancing together. You felt a wave of nausea hit you, your vision going black. You quickly turned on your heel and practically ran through the exit. Almost as soon as you stepped outside, you felt your stomach lurch once again.
How could he do that? Yes, he had every right to dance with whomever he chooses, but did he really have to do it in front of you? He must be aware of your feelings by now. The way you aren’t able to function if he was around should have clued him in. And if that didn’t, one of the other officers had to have mentioned it.
You stayed outside, hunched over , your hands pressed on your upper thighs,for a few more minutes before finally straightening up. You exhaled deeply, before making your way into the hall once more. You opted for heading straight to the bar and ordering a drink, wanting to delay coming face to face with Everett and Tati for a little while longer.
You grabbed your drink from the bartender before turning your back to the bar, leaning back on your elbows, choosing to watch the band play, instead of watching your best friend twist the night away with the man you loved.
You had never planned to fall for Everett but does anyone really plan on falling in love during a war? It didn’t help that he was the most handsome man you have ever seen, not that you had ever been around men you weren’t related to before moving to Thorpe Abbotts.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see Everett leave Tati on the dance floor as soon as he spotted you at the bar. You definitely didn’t see how he practically ran towards you, not even stopping to explain to Tati where he was going.
As Everett approached you, he slowed down, trying to look as casual as possible, as if he hadn’t pushed at least three men of a much higher rank, out of the way, harshly. He placed an elbow on the bar next to you, leaning his weight on it, crossing one of his ankles over the other. Casual.
“I didn’t know you were here, darlin’” He spoke, beside you. You jumped instinctively, your hand, accidentally, knocked your drink over.
You would recognise that voice anywhere.
No! This couldn’t be happening.
This was arguably the worst thing that could have happened. First, you see him acting all coupley with your best friend, and then the one thing you hoped wouldn’t happen, happened. You had to stand there and make uncomfortable small talk with him whilst he bought himself and Tati drinks. And to top it off, you had just spilt your drink all over his pristine uniform.
“Oh no!” You muttered as you rushed to grab a napkin from the side of the bar. Before you realised what you were doing, you moved to wipe the liquid off of his flying jacket. The napkin in your hands brushing his broad chest. Your eyes widened as you registered what you had done, your hands frozen on his chest.
“Are you alright?” Everett said, his hands reaching up to, tenderly, grasp your wrists
“Yep” you said, your voice wavering slightly. You pulled your hands out of his grasp roughly, refusing to look at him. You knew that if you did, he would easily spot the heartbroken expression that seemed to, recently, be permanently etched on your face.
You turned on your heel, muttering a quiet “sorry” before bottling it through the exit.
You had been in the officers club for less than half an hour but you had already embarrassed yourself enough for one night.
You managed to make it outside before you ran head first into a hard chest. Major Gale Cleven’s chest to be exact.
“Woah! Are you alright?” He asked, his hands on your waist, trying to stabilise both of you.
You heard someone shout your name, the door of the officers club flying open.
“Shit” you whispered.
“Blakely” Gale said, eyes widening slightly as he watched Everett storm towards the two of you.
“What the fuck, Cleven?” Everett fumed.
“She was already crying when she ran into me. I didn’t do nothin’ to her, I swear.” Buck stated, calmly.
You hadn’t even realised that you were crying before Buck pointed it out. You were too focused on getting the hell away from Blakely, before you made a fool of yourself in front of him, again.
You didn’t hear what Everett said because you took off running once again. Only this time, you managed to make it all the way to your lodgings without anyone stopping you.
The next morning, you stepped outside of your room, only to find, none other than, Gale Cleven waiting for you.
“Morning. I thought I’d check on you after last night.”
You hummed, looking down at your feet, replaying the humiliation of the night before.
“Are you alright now?” He asked as the two of you started walking towards the mess hall.
“Other than feeling a deep sense of shame and embarrassment? Yeah I’m great” you replied sharply.
“What happened?” Gale continued, seemingly unphased by your harsh tone.
“I don’t want to talk about it” you mumbled. “It’s silly”
“It’s not silly if it made you cry.” Gale says kindly.
You didn’t reply, so Buck decided to take another approach.
“Blakely asked me to check on you. He would have been here himself but the stupid idiot was convinced that you wouldn’t want to see him.”
“Everett isn’t a stupid idiot” you spluttered.
“Hmm. I see” he replied, a small smirk on his face.
Your head whipped around to him. “‘What?”
“I think you should talk to Blakely. It seems as if something has got lost in translation” Buck said before patting you on the shoulder and walking away.
“How can something get lost in translation if we both speak the same language?” You shouted, aspiratedly, at his retreating figure.
The 100th were going on another mission today, and boy was it a big one. You stood at your stall near the runway, offering the pilots anything they may need. You had just given Harry Crosby a fresh cup of coffee when you saw Everett approach.
“Hey” Blakely said, a small, nervous, smile on his face.
“Hey” you parroted. “Can I get you anything?” You question, trying to sound as confident as possible.
“Could I talk to you?” He said, his eyes wide and hopeful.
You glanced around anxiously. You made eye contact with Tati who nodded encouragingly, giving you a reassuring smile. You felt the blood rush out of your face. Of course she had spotted you talking to Blakely. Wait, why was she smiling at you? Shouldn’t she be upset that you are talking to her pilot?
“Please?” Everett pleaded.
“Erm I-erm yeah okay” you managed to splutter out.
His face lit up, a triumphant expression taking over his face.
You moved out from behind the stall before he grabbed your arm and linked it with his own. You couldn’t help the confused expression on your face. You looked over at Tati once again, expecting her to be outraged, but instead she offered you a thumbs up and a cheeky wink. Now you were incredibly confused.
“I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I obviously upset you and I feel terrible” Everett explained, leaning closer to you.
“Oh. It’s fine. Thank you for apologising. I don’t know what came over me yesterday” you lied. Of course you knew exactly what had come over you. You had to watch the love of your life with the love of his life, and that wasn’t you.
“I could hardly sleep last night, I felt horrible about what happened. And for causing a scene when I ran after you.” He confessed,
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s okay” you reassured, reaching out and squeezing his forearm.
“No it’s not. It’s really not.
“I- erm wrote you a letter” he said uncomfortably, shoving a white envelope into your hand.
“Don’t open it until we’ve left”
You were about to make a joke about how ominous that sounded but before you could, he had walked away. He did, however, turn so that he was facing you, and walked backwards, eyes locked with yours, until he reached the Jeep that would take him to the plane.
You looked down at the crumpled envelope in your hands. You, gingerly, flipped it over to see your name written scruffily. A small, intimate smile spread across your face.
Unfortunately for you, your boss kept you exceptionally busy. Which meant that you didn’t have a chance to read the letter.
You had eaten your lunch as fast as possible, excusing yourself from the table, before rushing off to your bunk, eager to open the letter. You knew no one else would be there as you had just left all of your roommates in the mess hall.
You sat on the edge of your bed and dug the letter out of your pocket. You pulled it out of your pocket gingerly. You traced the familiar handwriting on the front of the envelope, softly. Scared that the envelope would dissolve if you held it too tightly.
Before you could talk yourself out of opening the envelope, you carefully flipped it over and began to prise it open.
≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾
My Darling,
I am in no way brave enough to say this to your face, for fear you won’t feel the same. Douggie suggested that I write my feelings down instead so here it is.
I’ve fallen in love with you.
I mean, God, how could I not be? You are so kind, loving and caring. You go out of your way to make sure that everyone has everything they need and that everyone feels comfortable. You light up every room you are in.
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. My heart will forever be yours. If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you. I wish for us to live out the rest of our lives together, to grow old together. That is, if you’ll have me, of course.
I hope you know that, if you don’t feel the same way, nothing has to change between us. I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to say you reciprocate my feelings even if you don’t.
I really do hope you feel the same way though.
Yours, Everett
≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾
Wow.
Just. Wow.
You couldn’t breathe.
This couldn’t be real. What about Tati? Was this some sort of sick joke between the two of them? There was no way that Everett and Tati didn’t know about your feelings. This was probably some sort of inside joke, some cruel, disgusting joke, made at your expense.
There was absolutely no way that Everett liked you back. No way. No way, Jose.
The rest of the day felt like an out of body experience. Your mind was frazzled, your focus entirely on the contents of the letter.
No. He had to be making fun of you. There was just no way in hell that what he wrote in the letter was true.
You decided that you were going to confront him. You had to know what was going on! He had no right to do this to you. To give you that letter and then fuck off on a mission where you both knew that he could very well not come back from.
When you heard the tell tail sound of the planes returning, you practically sprinted outside, hitching a ride from one of the plane mechanics. You had decided that you had to confront him as soon as he got out of the plane. You couldn’t wait until he had been through interrogation. You had been waiting to speak to him all day and you needed answers!
Once you saw him on the runway, you stormed over to him, your stride, determined, your face, thunderous.
“Hey!” Everett said cheerfully, a large smile spreading across his face. He stretched his arms out, thinking you were about to give him a hug, completely unaware of the story brewing around you.
You shoved his chest harshly.
“How dare you!”
You watched his expression morph into one of shock.
“What the hell?!” Everett said.
You shoved him in the chest again.
“Stop” he said, clearly confused.
You tried to punch him in the chest again but he grabbed both of your wrists.
“Stop” his voice sharp.
“How could you?” You whispered, your voice cracking, tears streaming down your face.
Everett used his grip on your wrists to pull you into his chest. He let go of your wrists and moved to stroke your hair.
“What are you talking about?” Everett hushed.
“The letter” you mumbled, your face firmly pressed into his chest.
“Oh”
You felt his hands slide from your hair and down to your cheeks, softly pulling your face from his chest so that he could look at you properly.
“What about the letter?” Everett asked, apprehensively.
“You can’t give me letters like that when you are in a relationship with another woman” You huffed.
You watched his eyes widen comically before he burst out laughing.
You sighed deeply, turning on your heel and beginning to walk away.
How dare he laugh at this?!
You managed to take three steps before you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into a broad, muscular chest.
“I’m not in a relationship with another woman” he murmured softly in your ear, his arms still encircled around your waist.
You span around to face him, still in his embrace. “What?” You breathed out.
“I’m not in a relationship with another woman” Everett repeated. “Why would you think I was?”
“Because you and Tati are always together. Always whispering and laughing” you said, matter of factly.
“She was helping me with telling you how I feel about you. We were talking about you. Always.”
“Oh” you mumbled, eyes wide with embarrassment.
“Oh darlin’ you have to know I’m crazy about you. How could there be anyone else?!” Everett declared, leaning closer to you, his face now inches away from your own.
Your gaze lifted to meet his eyes before drifting down to his lips. You watched as his lips parted slightly, his warm breath fanning across your face.
“Can I kiss you?” He uttered hopefully.
“Yes” you said, voice breathy, your eyes already closed.
Everett smiled tenderly before slowly leaning in. You felt the ghost of his lips against yours before he leaned in fully. He tightened his grip around your waist and closed the small distance between you, causing his lips to press more firmly into your own.
He began to pull away slightly, you chased his lips, not wanting the kiss to end so soon. Everett couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, pecking your lips once more before speaking.
“I’m assuming this means you love me too?” Everett asked, only half joking.
“I think I’ve loved you from the start” you confided as he pulled you in for another kiss.
Summary: Connor sees his celebrity crush at one of his games. The only problem, she is wearing the other team’s jersey. Don’t worry though, Connor has a plan to change this.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warning(s): Swearing, ONE use of Y/N, switching POV
Tags: Soft Connor, Lovestruck Connor, Confused Reader, Connor just being a big softie, fluff, Reader is a famous singer (I pictured Laufey’s music but you obvs can picture what you want lol)
Note: This is my first time writing for an NHL player! Please lmk if I have not used the correct terminology etc!
I hope you all enjoy! Please feel free to like, comment and reblog! My requests are open so feel free to send them but please be specific when requesting!! Thank you!
You never thought that you would be sent tickets to watch your favourite Ice Hockey team play, for free.
To be honest, receiving these tickets felt like your ‘I’ve made it’ moment. Fuck that Jimmy Fallon interview that caused you to gain millions more followers overnight. Fuck that Graham Norton interview where you were sat next to Sexiest Man Alive, Jonathan Bailey. None of those things made you feel like you had actually ’made it’ in an industry you were trying so hard to fit into.
To you, the idea of ‘making it’ as a singer was when not only you were seen as being influential but your fans were too. When one inside joke in your fandom could cause people to act in a very real way. However, you didn’t feel like you were at that point in your career where you had a big enough fan base for that to happen.
Which is why, when you mentioned, in passing, during an interview, that you were a huge fan of the Boston Bruins, you couldn’t believe it when your fans started tagging you in every video relating to the Bruins they saw. As well and as talking about you, incessantly, in the comments. In all honesty, you found it, not only shocking, but also absolutely hilarious.
The official Boston Bruins social media accounts had wholeheartedly leaned into the joke. Even media outlets had taken to joking about the sudden affiliation between you and the Boston Bruins.
However, there was one person out there who didn’t find it amusing in the slightest. And that person was Connor Bedard.
“Yo have you seen this?” Frank Nazar said, shoving his phone in Connor’s face.
“Dude” Connor mumbled as he pushed the phone away from his face.
“Seriously though. Have you seen it?” Frank repeated.
Connor couldn’t help but sigh. He put the skate that he had been trying to put on down, before looking up at Frank, aspirated.
“No. What is it?”
“Your celebrity crush” Frank said smirking as he waved the phone back in front of Connor’s face.
Connors eyes lit up. “What?” He snatched the phone from Frank’s hands.
“Haha look at you. You are so smitten and you don’t even know her” Frank said, but it fell on deaf ears as Connor couldn’t help but stare at the image on the screen.
The phone was showing a photo of you, a beautiful smile adorning your face, pointing to something on the ice in front of you. Connor couldn’t help but smile softly.
His eyes scanned the photo and that’s when he saw it. Something he hadn’t noticed at first. You were wearing a Bruins jersey. A Bruins jersey. He couldn’t believe it!
“This is from 10 minutes ago” Frank said.
“10 minutes ago?” Connor mumbled.
“Yeah dude. She is apparently in the stands. My girlfriend saw her and snapped this photo cause she knows how obsessed you are with this girl” Frank said as he prised his phone out of Connor’s hands.
“She is wearing a Bruins jersey” another voice chimed in.
“Yeah, she is a fan of them. Apparently… I don’t know why though” Connor muttered.
Why did you have to be wearing the other team’s jersey? At least if you were wearing a Blackhawks jersey, he could pretend it was one with his name on the back.
Connors thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, shouting “Okay! Everyone ready? Head out to the ice to warm up”
As Connor headed out onto the ice, he kept looking around the stands, trying to catch a glimpse of you. But unfortunately for him, he had no luck spotting you.
Five minutes later, Connor was, hunched over, in the middle of one of his practice drills when Frank skated towards him.
“What?” Connor looked up, expecting Frank to be looking at him. Only, Frank was staring at someone, in the stands, on the other side of the arena.
Connor straightened up before his head turned curiously in the direction that Frank was staring in.
No fucking way.
There you were, laughing at something the guy next to you had said. Who is that next to you? Connor couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
“Bro. Why don’t you just go up to her. Or at least pretend to warm up near where she is sat” Connors head snapped around.
“No way! Are you crazy” he whispered, eyes wide.
“What’s the problem?”
“I can’t go over there!” Connor reasoned.
“Why not? You have a crush on her, so make a move” Frank said, shrugging.
“She is probably with that guy she is sat next to. It’s probably her boyfriend or something” Connor said dejectedly.
“But what if it isn’t” Frank reasoned.
There was a beat of silence.
“Do you think I should go over there?”
“Ugh Jesus” Frank sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. He grabbed Connor’s arm, practically dragged him across the ice.
When they had reached the other side of the rink, Frank finally decided to let go of Connor’s arm.
“What now?” Connor asked bashfully, eyes wide.
“Warm up! Oh my god” Frank threw his arms up in the air. He was clearly getting more and more aspirated.
“Right. Right. Yeah. Okay. Warm up” Connor murmured to himself, nodding his head.
Connor spent the rest of the warm up time trying not to look in your direction. The one time he did, he made eye contact with you and the smile you gave him, made him feel like his knees were going to give way.
The rest of the team had already started heading off of the ice and back into the tunnel. Connor, due to him being so lost in his thoughts, of which you featured heavily, was one of the last players on the ice.
As he made his way towards the tunnel, he had an idea. Probably a bad idea. Okay, it was definitely a bad idea.
He immediately changed the direction he was skating in and headed straight for the media team sat on the sidelines.
“Hey!” He greeted.
“Connor? Aren’t you supposed to be heading back to the changing rooms?” One of the media girls questioned.
“Yeah but I have a favour to ask” Connor said. He hoped the girl couldn’t see the blush forming on his cheeks.
“Okay… what is it?” The girl asked, grumpily.
Connor moved back from the barrier, his hands reaching for the bottom of his jersey, pulling it up and over his head. He shoved the jersey in the direction of the media girl.
“Can you give this to Y/N?” Connor spoke so fast, he made the sentence sound like one word.
“The singer?” The girl challenged.
“Yeah” Connor remarked, breathlessly.
“Okay. Is that it? Do you want me to tell her it was from you?”
Connor thought for a moment.
“Yes. Actually, no. Do you have any paper?” He inquired.
The girl turned around and grabbed a notebook and a pen from her bag before holding it out to Connor.
“Thanks” he whispered.
He quickly scribbled something down on the page before ripping it out of the book and folding it in two.
“Can you give this to her as well?”
“Of course!” The girl nodded before turning on her heel and rushing off in your direction.
You were watching the Bruins players leave the rink after their warm up when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You turned around to see that a short, brown haired girl wearing a ‘Chicago Blackhawks Media Team’ lanyard and an irritated look on her face, was staring down at you.
“Hi!” You said cheerfully.
“I’ve been told to give this to you” the girl said monotonously, shoving something red in your face. She didn’t even check to see if you had hold of what she was giving you before she turned and swiftly walked away.
“Okay… thanks” you replied, staring at her retreating back in confusion.
You turned back around in your seat, before looking down at the red fabric in your hands, a crumpled piece of paper placed haphazardly on top. You quickly realised what had been given to you, a Chicago Blackhawks jersey.
Why had she given you that? You were clearly not there to support them. You were wearing a Bruins jersey for gods sake! And who had told her to give you this?
You placed the folded jersey on your lap before picking the note up and unfolding it gingerly.
The note read
“I saw you wearing the wrong team’s jersey and thought I’d fix it. - C”
Along with a phone number.
Holy fuck.
You quickly turned your attention to the jersey, unfolding it rapidly. ‘Bedard’ was printed in big white letters on the back.
You couldn’t help the dumbfounded look on your face. The jersey was warm. Had he given you the jersey he was wearing during warm ups? And was that his phone number?
You read the note again. “I saw you wearing the wrong jersey and thought I’d fix it”.
Did he want you to wear his jersey? You decided to just go for it. You removed the Bruins jersey we’re currently wearing, thankful that you had decided to wear a thin tank top underneath, and slipped Connor’s jersey over your head.
If he didn’t actually want you to wear his jersey then you could just put your other jersey back on and no one would be any the wiser.
God you hoped that’s what he meant. You had never admitted this to anyone but you did have a small, teeny-tiny, minuscule crush on Connor. Okay, it was a massive, ginormous crush!
As you were waiting for the players to comeback onto the ice, your thoughts were no longer clouded with the excitement of the game, but of the shyness you felt for wearing a jersey for a team you don’t support with his name and number on the back.
The more you thought about him giving you his jersey, the warmer your cheeks started to feel.
You thought about how he had also given you his phone number.
You decided that if he could be confident enough to ask a member of his team to give you his jersey, then you could work up the confidence to send him a text.
You spent the entire time before the players came back onto the ice typing, deleting and re typing messages to Connor. As soon as you hit send, the teams started emerging from the tunnel.
Connor didn’t get to see the girl give you his jersey but when he came back onto the ice for the national anthems, he made the subconscious effort to look towards where you were sat and saw you wearing the jersey. His jersey. His name on the back. His number on it.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of you wearing his name and number. That was something he definitely wanted to see more of.
You smiled at him softly, pointing at his number on your arm as if it was some sort of inside joke. Something that only the two of you would understand.
It’s safe to say, that game was the best he had ever played.
After hours of being stuck at the arena, he had finally finished his media duties and was allowed to shower and change back into his sweats. He was heading back to his car when he suddenly remembered that he had also given you his number. He fished his phone out of his bag quicker than he thought was humanly possible.
A night out drinking and dancing was exactly what you needed. You had been on your feet non-stop, all day. Running around, fetching, what seemed to be, everything under the sun for this major and that lieutenant. It seemed as though everyone on base was in desperate need of your assistance.
You and your friends had organised to go to the Officers Club, you were supposed to all go together but you were late getting back to your lodgings. Your friends had already made their way there, leaving a note on your bed telling you to just meet them there. Which is how you ended up walking around the Thorpe Abbotts Base at night. Alone.
As you approached the entrance to the officers club, you spotted a group of men standing outside, a cloud of smoke, and the deafeningly loud sound of drunken laughter, following them as they approached the entrance, heading back inside the club. You weren’t sure you recognised any of the men, but still greeted them with a polite “Evening” as you stopped, letting them enter the building ahead of you.
You were at the door when you heard someone say your name. You looked up to see Major James Douglass standing in front of you. You smiled softly.
“Hello Douggie”
“Hey! Are you meeting your friends inside? I didn’t see them when I was inside before. But I might have just missed them” He spoke, voice loud due to the amount of alcohol he had obviously already consumed.
“Yeah. I would have arrived with them but Major Egan needed help with something” You told him.
He nodded his head in response. You pushed past him and moved to make your way into the building, your hand on the door, but before you could open it fully, you heard him speak.
“Everett’s inside. In case you were wondering” he called after you, you felt your face flare with heat and your stomach fill with butterflies. You ignored his comment, opting to throw the door open and march into the club.
Everett Blakely. Major Everett Blakely. The man you had been secretly harbouring a ginormous crush on, since the moment you had laid eyes on him.
The first time you had met Everett, you were, in no uncertain terms, completely and utterly starstuck.
He had just clambered out of his plane, after landing his plane on English soil for the first time. You, and the rest of the Red Cross girls, were standing off to the side of the runway, waiting for the new pilots to arrive.
You tried your hardest to greet the pilots as they passed you, handing out food and refreshments, but this task was quickly forgotten when your eyes landed on a tall figure, a few metres away from you.
He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, not that you had really spent much time around men you weren’t related to before joining the Red Cross.
The alluring man, and the rest of his crew, had already made their way towards where you were standing, with your tray of drinks. You grabbed one of the drinks on your tray before holding it out to the pilot that had just appeared in front of you. The kind smile on your face faltered slightly as you looked up at the man positioned before you. It was him.
His hair was tousled, his face was flushed and a cigarette was dangling out of his mouth carelessly. He looked like he had stepped out of one of your daydreams.
He was even more beautiful up close. His eyes were wide and sparkled in the English sun as he stood in front of you.
“Thank you darlin” He said. His voice was deep, and had a gentleness to it that made your heart race.
He seemed to go out of his way to ensure that he maintained eye contact with you as he moved to take the glass from your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against yours softly. You averted your eyes, opting for grasping another refreshment with your other hand off of the tray, hoping that he would save you from embarrassment and walk away.
However, when you looked up again, you saw that his eyes were still trained on you. Your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, to apologise for touching his hand, but another pilot spoke before you could get any words out.
“Jesus Blakely. You found yourself a girl already?”
You took a large step back, a deep sense of self-consciousness hitting you hard in the chest. You didn’t think anyone had been watching your interaction.
“Shut up” the man, Blakely, said under his breath as he elbowed his friend in the ribs.
This, however, didn’t deter his friend as he reached a hand out to you.
“Lieutenant James Douglass. But you can call me Douggie”
You introduced yourself before offering him a drink, which he gladly snatched from you.
“We have to go. They are showing us to our bunks” Douggie announced, turning towards Blakely, who had yet to take his eyes off of you.
You saw an apologetic, and slightly reluctant, look spread over Blakely’s face.
“It was nice to meet you” he whispered, leaning into you slightly, before walking away, brushing his shoulder against yours as he did so.
Everett was kind, thoughtful, an incredible dancer and nothing but a gentleman. It was no surprise that all the ladies on base swooned over him. However, he seemed to favour spending his evenings with your best friend, and roommate, Tati.
Everytime, without fail, you and the girls you worked with went out, Blakely and Douglass would sit with you at your table. At first, it was because Douglass had taken an interest in another one of your friends, Betty. He would drag Blakely along with him so that he could entertain Betty’s friends whilst Douglass made his move. But now, Blakely seemed to be the one dragging Douglass to sit with you all.
Blakely would spend his evenings barely sparing you a second glance. He would, instead, choose to pas his time chatting to Tati and dancing the night away with her, much to your dismay. The two of them would constantly be in deep conversation with each other, and when someone asked what they were talking about, Blakely’s face would go as red as a beetroot.
As you entered the club, you looked around for your friends. You spotted them sat at a table on the edge of the dance floor. You started to make your way over to them, pushing your way through the gaggle of pilots stood around the bar, before spotting something that made your stomach turn.
Everett and Tati, slow dancing together. You felt a wave of nausea hit you, your vision going black. You quickly turned on your heel and practically ran through the exit. Almost as soon as you stepped outside, you felt your stomach lurch once again.
How could he do that? Yes, he had every right to dance with whomever he chooses, but did he really have to do it in front of you? He must be aware of your feelings by now. The way you aren’t able to function if he was around should have clued him in. And if that didn’t, one of the other officers had to have mentioned it.
You stayed outside, hunched over , your hands pressed on your upper thighs,for a few more minutes before finally straightening up. You exhaled deeply, before making your way into the hall once more. You opted for heading straight to the bar and ordering a drink, wanting to delay coming face to face with Everett and Tati for a little while longer.
You grabbed your drink from the bartender before turning your back to the bar, leaning back on your elbows, choosing to watch the band play, instead of watching your best friend twist the night away with the man you loved.
You had never planned to fall for Everett but does anyone really plan on falling in love during a war? It didn’t help that he was the most handsome man you have ever seen, not that you had ever been around men you weren’t related to before moving to Thorpe Abbotts.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see Everett leave Tati on the dance floor as soon as he spotted you at the bar. You definitely didn’t see how he practically ran towards you, not even stopping to explain to Tati where he was going.
As Everett approached you, he slowed down, trying to look as casual as possible, as if he hadn’t pushed at least three men of a much higher rank, out of the way, harshly. He placed an elbow on the bar next to you, leaning his weight on it, crossing one of his ankles over the other. Casual.
“I didn’t know you were here, darlin’” He spoke, beside you. You jumped instinctively, your hand, accidentally, knocked your drink over.
You would recognise that voice anywhere.
No! This couldn’t be happening.
This was arguably the worst thing that could have happened. First, you see him acting all coupley with your best friend, and then the one thing you hoped wouldn’t happen, happened. You had to stand there and make uncomfortable small talk with him whilst he bought himself and Tati drinks. And to top it off, you had just spilt your drink all over his pristine uniform.
“Oh no!” You muttered as you rushed to grab a napkin from the side of the bar. Before you realised what you were doing, you moved to wipe the liquid off of his flying jacket. The napkin in your hands brushing his broad chest. Your eyes widened as you registered what you had done, your hands frozen on his chest.
“Are you alright?” Everett said, his hands reaching up to, tenderly, grasp your wrists
“Yep” you said, your voice wavering slightly. You pulled your hands out of his grasp roughly, refusing to look at him. You knew that if you did, he would easily spot the heartbroken expression that seemed to, recently, be permanently etched on your face.
You turned on your heel, muttering a quiet “sorry” before bottling it through the exit.
You had been in the officers club for less than half an hour but you had already embarrassed yourself enough for one night.
You managed to make it outside before you ran head first into a hard chest. Major Gale Cleven’s chest to be exact.
“Woah! Are you alright?” He asked, his hands on your waist, trying to stabilise both of you.
You heard someone shout your name, the door of the officers club flying open.
“Shit” you whispered.
“Blakely” Gale said, eyes widening slightly as he watched Everett storm towards the two of you.
“What the fuck, Cleven?” Everett fumed.
“She was already crying when she ran into me. I didn’t do nothin’ to her, I swear.” Buck stated, calmly.
You hadn’t even realised that you were crying before Buck pointed it out. You were too focused on getting the hell away from Blakely, before you made a fool of yourself in front of him, again.
You didn’t hear what Everett said because you took off running once again. Only this time, you managed to make it all the way to your lodgings without anyone stopping you.
The next morning, you stepped outside of your room, only to find, none other than, Gale Cleven waiting for you.
“Morning. I thought I’d check on you after last night.”
You hummed, looking down at your feet, replaying the humiliation of the night before.
“Are you alright now?” He asked as the two of you started walking towards the mess hall.
“Other than feeling a deep sense of shame and embarrassment? Yeah I’m great” you replied sharply.
“What happened?” Gale continued, seemingly unphased by your harsh tone.
“I don’t want to talk about it” you mumbled. “It’s silly”
“It’s not silly if it made you cry.” Gale says kindly.
You didn’t reply, so Buck decided to take another approach.
“Blakely asked me to check on you. He would have been here himself but the stupid idiot was convinced that you wouldn’t want to see him.”
“Everett isn’t a stupid idiot” you spluttered.
“Hmm. I see” he replied, a small smirk on his face.
Your head whipped around to him. “‘What?”
“I think you should talk to Blakely. It seems as if something has got lost in translation” Buck said before patting you on the shoulder and walking away.
“How can something get lost in translation if we both speak the same language?” You shouted, aspiratedly, at his retreating figure.
The 100th were going on another mission today, and boy was it a big one. You stood at your stall near the runway, offering the pilots anything they may need. You had just given Harry Crosby a fresh cup of coffee when you saw Everett approach.
“Hey” Blakely said, a small, nervous, smile on his face.
“Hey” you parroted. “Can I get you anything?” You question, trying to sound as confident as possible.
“Could I talk to you?” He said, his eyes wide and hopeful.
You glanced around anxiously. You made eye contact with Tati who nodded encouragingly, giving you a reassuring smile. You felt the blood rush out of your face. Of course she had spotted you talking to Blakely. Wait, why was she smiling at you? Shouldn’t she be upset that you are talking to her pilot?
“Please?” Everett pleaded.
“Erm I-erm yeah okay” you managed to splutter out.
His face lit up, a triumphant expression taking over his face.
You moved out from behind the stall before he grabbed your arm and linked it with his own. You couldn’t help the confused expression on your face. You looked over at Tati once again, expecting her to be outraged, but instead she offered you a thumbs up and a cheeky wink. Now you were incredibly confused.
“I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I obviously upset you and I feel terrible” Everett explained, leaning closer to you.
“Oh. It’s fine. Thank you for apologising. I don’t know what came over me yesterday” you lied. Of course you knew exactly what had come over you. You had to watch the love of your life with the love of his life, and that wasn’t you.
“I could hardly sleep last night, I felt horrible about what happened. And for causing a scene when I ran after you.” He confessed,
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s okay” you reassured, reaching out and squeezing his forearm.
“No it’s not. It’s really not.
“I- erm wrote you a letter” he said uncomfortably, shoving a white envelope into your hand.
“Don’t open it until we’ve left”
You were about to make a joke about how ominous that sounded but before you could, he had walked away. He did, however, turn so that he was facing you, and walked backwards, eyes locked with yours, until he reached the Jeep that would take him to the plane.
You looked down at the crumpled envelope in your hands. You, gingerly, flipped it over to see your name written scruffily. A small, intimate smile spread across your face.
Unfortunately for you, your boss kept you exceptionally busy. Which meant that you didn’t have a chance to read the letter.
You had eaten your lunch as fast as possible, excusing yourself from the table, before rushing off to your bunk, eager to open the letter. You knew no one else would be there as you had just left all of your roommates in the mess hall.
You sat on the edge of your bed and dug the letter out of your pocket. You pulled it out of your pocket gingerly. You traced the familiar handwriting on the front of the envelope, softly. Scared that the envelope would dissolve if you held it too tightly.
Before you could talk yourself out of opening the envelope, you carefully flipped it over and began to prise it open.
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My Darling,
I am in no way brave enough to say this to your face, for fear you won’t feel the same. Douggie suggested that I write my feelings down instead so here it is.
I’ve fallen in love with you.
I mean, God, how could I not be? You are so kind, loving and caring. You go out of your way to make sure that everyone has everything they need and that everyone feels comfortable. You light up every room you are in.
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. My heart will forever be yours. If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you. I wish for us to live out the rest of our lives together, to grow old together. That is, if you’ll have me, of course.
I hope you know that, if you don’t feel the same way, nothing has to change between us. I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to say you reciprocate my feelings even if you don’t.
I really do hope you feel the same way though.
Yours, Everett
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Wow.
Just. Wow.
You couldn’t breathe.
This couldn’t be real. What about Tati? Was this some sort of sick joke between the two of them? There was no way that Everett and Tati didn’t know about your feelings. This was probably some sort of inside joke, some cruel, disgusting joke, made at your expense.
There was absolutely no way that Everett liked you back. No way. No way, Jose.
The rest of the day felt like an out of body experience. Your mind was frazzled, your focus entirely on the contents of the letter.
No. He had to be making fun of you. There was just no way in hell that what he wrote in the letter was true.
You decided that you were going to confront him. You had to know what was going on! He had no right to do this to you. To give you that letter and then fuck off on a mission where you both knew that he could very well not come back from.
When you heard the tell tail sound of the planes returning, you practically sprinted outside, hitching a ride from one of the plane mechanics. You had decided that you had to confront him as soon as he got out of the plane. You couldn’t wait until he had been through interrogation. You had been waiting to speak to him all day and you needed answers!
Once you saw him on the runway, you stormed over to him, your stride, determined, your face, thunderous.
“Hey!” Everett said cheerfully, a large smile spreading across his face. He stretched his arms out, thinking you were about to give him a hug, completely unaware of the story brewing around you.
You shoved his chest harshly.
“How dare you!”
You watched his expression morph into one of shock.
“What the hell?!” Everett said.
You shoved him in the chest again.
“Stop” he said, clearly confused.
You tried to punch him in the chest again but he grabbed both of your wrists.
“Stop” his voice sharp.
“How could you?” You whispered, your voice cracking, tears streaming down your face.
Everett used his grip on your wrists to pull you into his chest. He let go of your wrists and moved to stroke your hair.
“What are you talking about?” Everett hushed.
“The letter” you mumbled, your face firmly pressed into his chest.
“Oh”
You felt his hands slide from your hair and down to your cheeks, softly pulling your face from his chest so that he could look at you properly.
“What about the letter?” Everett asked, apprehensively.
“You can’t give me letters like that when you are in a relationship with another woman” You huffed.
You watched his eyes widen comically before he burst out laughing.
You sighed deeply, turning on your heel and beginning to walk away.
How dare he laugh at this?!
You managed to take three steps before you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into a broad, muscular chest.
“I’m not in a relationship with another woman” he murmured softly in your ear, his arms still encircled around your waist.
You span around to face him, still in his embrace. “What?” You breathed out.
“I’m not in a relationship with another woman” Everett repeated. “Why would you think I was?”
“Because you and Tati are always together. Always whispering and laughing” you said, matter of factly.
“She was helping me with telling you how I feel about you. We were talking about you. Always.”
“Oh” you mumbled, eyes wide with embarrassment.
“Oh darlin’ you have to know I’m crazy about you. How could there be anyone else?!” Everett declared, leaning closer to you, his face now inches away from your own.
Your gaze lifted to meet his eyes before drifting down to his lips. You watched as his lips parted slightly, his warm breath fanning across your face.
“Can I kiss you?” He uttered hopefully.
“Yes” you said, voice breathy, your eyes already closed.
Everett smiled tenderly before slowly leaning in. You felt the ghost of his lips against yours before he leaned in fully. He tightened his grip around your waist and closed the small distance between you, causing his lips to press more firmly into your own.
He began to pull away slightly, you chased his lips, not wanting the kiss to end so soon. Everett couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, pecking your lips once more before speaking.
“I’m assuming this means you love me too?” Everett asked, only half joking.
“I think I’ve loved you from the start” you confided as he pulled you in for another kiss.
Summary: Connor sees his celebrity crush at one of his games. The only problem, she is wearing the other team’s jersey. Don’t worry though, Connor has a plan to change this.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warning(s): Swearing, ONE use of Y/N, switching POV
Tags: Soft Connor, Lovestruck Connor, Confused Reader, Connor just being a big softie, fluff, Reader is a famous singer (I pictured Laufey’s music but you obvs can picture what you want lol)
Note: This is my first time writing for an NHL player! Please lmk if I have not used the correct terminology etc!
I hope you all enjoy! Please feel free to like, comment and reblog! My requests are open so feel free to send them but please be specific when requesting!! Thank you!
You never thought that you would be sent tickets to watch your favourite Ice Hockey team play, for free.
To be honest, receiving these tickets felt like your ‘I’ve made it’ moment. Fuck that Jimmy Fallon interview that caused you to gain millions more followers overnight. Fuck that Graham Norton interview where you were sat next to Sexiest Man Alive, Jonathan Bailey. None of those things made you feel like you had actually ’made it’ in an industry you were trying so hard to fit into.
To you, the idea of ‘making it’ as a singer was when not only you were seen as being influential but your fans were too. When one inside joke in your fandom could cause people to act in a very real way. However, you didn’t feel like you were at that point in your career where you had a big enough fan base for that to happen.
Which is why, when you mentioned, in passing, during an interview, that you were a huge fan of the Boston Bruins, you couldn’t believe it when your fans started tagging you in every video relating to the Bruins they saw. As well and as talking about you, incessantly, in the comments. In all honesty, you found it, not only shocking, but also absolutely hilarious.
The official Boston Bruins social media accounts had wholeheartedly leaned into the joke. Even media outlets had taken to joking about the sudden affiliation between you and the Boston Bruins.
However, there was one person out there who didn’t find it amusing in the slightest. And that person was Connor Bedard.
“Yo have you seen this?” Frank Nazar said, shoving his phone in Connor’s face.
“Dude” Connor mumbled as he pushed the phone away from his face.
“Seriously though. Have you seen it?” Frank repeated.
Connor couldn’t help but sigh. He put the skate that he had been trying to put on down, before looking up at Frank, aspirated.
“No. What is it?”
“Your celebrity crush” Frank said smirking as he waved the phone back in front of Connor’s face.
Connors eyes lit up. “What?” He snatched the phone from Frank’s hands.
“Haha look at you. You are so smitten and you don’t even know her” Frank said, but it fell on deaf ears as Connor couldn’t help but stare at the image on the screen.
The phone was showing a photo of you, a beautiful smile adorning your face, pointing to something on the ice in front of you. Connor couldn’t help but smile softly.
His eyes scanned the photo and that’s when he saw it. Something he hadn’t noticed at first. You were wearing a Bruins jersey. A Bruins jersey. He couldn’t believe it!
“This is from 10 minutes ago” Frank said.
“10 minutes ago?” Connor mumbled.
“Yeah dude. She is apparently in the stands. My girlfriend saw her and snapped this photo cause she knows how obsessed you are with this girl” Frank said as he prised his phone out of Connor’s hands.
“She is wearing a Bruins jersey” another voice chimed in.
“Yeah, she is a fan of them. Apparently… I don’t know why though” Connor muttered.
Why did you have to be wearing the other team’s jersey? At least if you were wearing a Blackhawks jersey, he could pretend it was one with his name on the back.
Connors thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, shouting “Okay! Everyone ready? Head out to the ice to warm up”
As Connor headed out onto the ice, he kept looking around the stands, trying to catch a glimpse of you. But unfortunately for him, he had no luck spotting you.
Five minutes later, Connor was, hunched over, in the middle of one of his practice drills when Frank skated towards him.
“What?” Connor looked up, expecting Frank to be looking at him. Only, Frank was staring at someone, in the stands, on the other side of the arena.
Connor straightened up before his head turned curiously in the direction that Frank was staring in.
No fucking way.
There you were, laughing at something the guy next to you had said. Who is that next to you? Connor couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
“Bro. Why don’t you just go up to her. Or at least pretend to warm up near where she is sat” Connors head snapped around.
“No way! Are you crazy” he whispered, eyes wide.
“What’s the problem?”
“I can’t go over there!” Connor reasoned.
“Why not? You have a crush on her, so make a move” Frank said, shrugging.
“She is probably with that guy she is sat next to. It’s probably her boyfriend or something” Connor said dejectedly.
“But what if it isn’t” Frank reasoned.
There was a beat of silence.
“Do you think I should go over there?”
“Ugh Jesus” Frank sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. He grabbed Connor’s arm, practically dragged him across the ice.
When they had reached the other side of the rink, Frank finally decided to let go of Connor’s arm.
“What now?” Connor asked bashfully, eyes wide.
“Warm up! Oh my god” Frank threw his arms up in the air. He was clearly getting more and more aspirated.
“Right. Right. Yeah. Okay. Warm up” Connor murmured to himself, nodding his head.
Connor spent the rest of the warm up time trying not to look in your direction. The one time he did, he made eye contact with you and the smile you gave him, made him feel like his knees were going to give way.
The rest of the team had already started heading off of the ice and back into the tunnel. Connor, due to him being so lost in his thoughts, of which you featured heavily, was one of the last players on the ice.
As he made his way towards the tunnel, he had an idea. Probably a bad idea. Okay, it was definitely a bad idea.
He immediately changed the direction he was skating in and headed straight for the media team sat on the sidelines.
“Hey!” He greeted.
“Connor? Aren’t you supposed to be heading back to the changing rooms?” One of the media girls questioned.
“Yeah but I have a favour to ask” Connor said. He hoped the girl couldn’t see the blush forming on his cheeks.
“Okay… what is it?” The girl asked, grumpily.
Connor moved back from the barrier, his hands reaching for the bottom of his jersey, pulling it up and over his head. He shoved the jersey in the direction of the media girl.
“Can you give this to Y/N?” Connor spoke so fast, he made the sentence sound like one word.
“The singer?” The girl challenged.
“Yeah” Connor remarked, breathlessly.
“Okay. Is that it? Do you want me to tell her it was from you?”
Connor thought for a moment.
“Yes. Actually, no. Do you have any paper?” He inquired.
The girl turned around and grabbed a notebook and a pen from her bag before holding it out to Connor.
“Thanks” he whispered.
He quickly scribbled something down on the page before ripping it out of the book and folding it in two.
“Can you give this to her as well?”
“Of course!” The girl nodded before turning on her heel and rushing off in your direction.
You were watching the Bruins players leave the rink after their warm up when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You turned around to see that a short, brown haired girl wearing a ‘Chicago Blackhawks Media Team’ lanyard and an irritated look on her face, was staring down at you.
“Hi!” You said cheerfully.
“I’ve been told to give this to you” the girl said monotonously, shoving something red in your face. She didn’t even check to see if you had hold of what she was giving you before she turned and swiftly walked away.
“Okay… thanks” you replied, staring at her retreating back in confusion.
You turned back around in your seat, before looking down at the red fabric in your hands, a crumpled piece of paper placed haphazardly on top. You quickly realised what had been given to you, a Chicago Blackhawks jersey.
Why had she given you that? You were clearly not there to support them. You were wearing a Bruins jersey for gods sake! And who had told her to give you this?
You placed the folded jersey on your lap before picking the note up and unfolding it gingerly.
The note read
“I saw you wearing the wrong team’s jersey and thought I’d fix it. - C”
Along with a phone number.
Holy fuck.
You quickly turned your attention to the jersey, unfolding it rapidly. ‘Bedard’ was printed in big white letters on the back.
You couldn’t help the dumbfounded look on your face. The jersey was warm. Had he given you the jersey he was wearing during warm ups? And was that his phone number?
You read the note again. “I saw you wearing the wrong jersey and thought I’d fix it”.
Did he want you to wear his jersey? You decided to just go for it. You removed the Bruins jersey we’re currently wearing, thankful that you had decided to wear a thin tank top underneath, and slipped Connor’s jersey over your head.
If he didn’t actually want you to wear his jersey then you could just put your other jersey back on and no one would be any the wiser.
God you hoped that’s what he meant. You had never admitted this to anyone but you did have a small, teen-tiny, minuscule crush on Connor. Okay, it was a massive, ginormous crush!
As you were waiting for the players to comeback onto the ice, your thoughts were no longer clouded with the excitement of the game, but of the shyness you felt for wearing a jersey for a team you don’t support with his name and number on the back.
The more you thought about him giving you his jersey, the warmer your cheeks started to feel.
You thought about how he had also given you his phone number.
You decided that if he could be confident enough to ask a member of his team to give you his jersey, then you could work up the confidence to send him a text.
You spent the entire time before the players came back onto the ice typing, deleting and re typing messages to Connor. As soon as you hit send, the teams started emerging from the tunnel.
Connor didn’t get to see the girl give you his jersey but when he came back onto the ice for the national anthems, he made the subconscious effort to look towards where you were sat and saw you wearing the jersey. His jersey. His name on the back. His number on it.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of you wearing his name and number. That was something he definitely wanted to see more of.
You smiled at him softly, pointing at his number on your arm as if it was some sort of inside joke. Something that only the two of you would understand.
It’s safe to say, that game was the best he had ever played.
After hours of being stuck at the arena, he had finally finished his media duties and was allowed to shower and change back into his sweats. He was heading back to his car when he suddenly remembered that he had also given you his number. He fished his phone out of his bag quicker than he thought was humanly possible.
saw your ask/reply about the broken masterlist link. have you changed usernames recently? because if you have then all of the links are broken because tumblr links all start with the username/blog name, you would have to go individually to all of the posts and grab the new link and paste it to the masterlist. hope this helps! 🫶🏻
Omg thank you so much!! I definitely think it’s that!! I’ll fix it now and hopefully it will actually work 😭
Summary: Mo Chara had no interest in social media in any way. But when he stumbles across your YouTube channel, he is immediately enthralled by you. Will you feel the same or will his feelings go unrequited?
Word Count: 2148
Tags: Use of Y/N, soft Liam, Lovestruck Liam, Liam is in love, Y/N has yet to have spoken lol, JJ & Naoise interfering, Change of POV(?)
Warnings: Swearing
Notes: I did give the reader’s friends names because I actually can’t stand fics that use (bsf name) sorry!
I was going to make this a series but changed my mine whoops.
I hope you enjoy this fic! Please feel free to leave any comments, criticisms or just any general thought! And also feel free to request any fics! I apologise for any mistakes!
Liam had never had an interest in social media, in any capacity. He just didn’t see the point in it.
He didn’t understand why people had to post every single thing they were doing throughout the day. Who actually cares about the salad you had for lunch? He sure as shit didn’t.
However, he did feel a little bit left out when Kneecap were waiting to go on stage for their first show of their tour and his bandmates were sat on their phones watching TikTok or scrolling through their Instagram feed.
“Ugh I’m so bored.” Liam whined, throwing himself down on the sofa and into the seat next to JJ.
“Why don’t you watch YouTube or something?” Naoise suggested, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
“I don’t even think YouTube is classed as social media is it? So you shouldn’t have any objection to using it eh?” JJ joked.
“People don’t post on YouTube anymore” Liam said matter-of-factly, throwing his head back on the sofa with a groan.
“Yes they do! There are loads of people that post on YouTube. Just go on the home page and pick a video.” Naoise said, laughing at the bored look on Liam’s face.
“Ugh fine. If the two of you are just going to sit on your phones, I might as well do that too” Liam said sulkily.
“Whatever” JJ and Naoise said simultaneously.
Liam pulled his phone out of his pocket, put his headphones on, and immediately went onto the YouTube app. He read the titles of the top videos but none of them seemed interesting to him. He continued to scroll through the YouTube home page until he eventually saw a video that caught his eye.
The video was titled “Cupcakes With The Stars” and right there in the thumbnail stood the most beautiful girl Liam had ever seen. She, unfortunately for Liam, had her arms wrapped around the rapper, Aitch’s middle. Both her and Aitch were facing the camera with big smiles spread across their faces.
Liam couldn’t help but stare at the thumbnail photo. Well, more specifically, the girl in the thumbnail.
Who was she? How had he not heard of her before? How could someone be so drop-dead gorgeous? If she ever saw him, would she be interested in him? How did she know Aitch? Was he her boyfriend? Oh god, was he jealous of Aitch for hugging a girl that Liam didn’t even know waisted a few minutes ago?
The sound of someone coming into the room broke Liam from his trance of staring at the beautiful, mystery, YouTube girl.
He looked around the room to check his bandmates hadn’t been watching his internal freakout before eventually clicking on the video.
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After Liam watched that first video, he was instantly hooked. He spent every second of free time he had watching your videos.
The whole premise of your channel was that they invited famous people to your studio and made cupcakes with them whilst you asked them questions about their upcoming projects or whatever the celebrity wanted to talk about.
It turns out, you actually ran the channel with her friend James. You would both take turns standing in front of the camera and interacting with the celebrities.
Liam, obviously, preferred the videos where you were in front of the camera but the videos where you wasn’t were just as entertaining. Even though you weren’t in front of the camera, you still made funny quips that never failed to make Liam laugh.
It’s fair to say that Liam was somewhat infatuated with you. And his bandmates were quickly made aware of this information, much to Liam’s dismay.
“How is your girlfriend?” JJ asked.
Liam, JJ and Naoise had just got back to Belfast after spending the last few months touring the globe. They had been invited by some of their friends to go to the pub and, naturally, they agreed.
“I didn’t know you had a bird. What’s her name?” One of their friends said.
“What? I don’t have a girlfriend.” Liam said, his brows furrowing.
“Yeah you do! Y/N” Naoise said with a shit eating grin.
“What? She isn’t my girlfriend. I don’t even know her” Liam said, his voice cracking in embarrassment.
Liams interest in you became more evident than it already was, which Naoise didn’t think was possible, when you posted a vlog of you and James going to a Kneecap concert.
“I can’t believe she was at one of our concerts and I missed her” Liam said sulkily.
It was in that moment that JJ had the most brilliant, amazing, revolutionary idea to end all ideas.
He was going to get Kneecap on your YouTube channel.
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Instagram DM
dj_provai
Hello. Me and my bandmates are HUGE fans of your YouTube channel and we would love to be on an episode of cupcakes with the stars! If that is something you would be interested in too please message me so we can discuss it further.
yourusername
Hello! Thank you so much for your message! That sounds amazing!! I would definitely be interested in filming a segment of “Cupcakes with the stars” with you all! What date will work best for you??
dj_provai
Great! We are free on the 28th of this month if you are?
yourusername
Hi! We are free then! That sounds great! See you then :)
dj_provai
Fantastic!
dj_provai
Liam is very excited! He is a very big fan of your channel (but don’t tell him I said that lol)
yourusername
Hahahah. Oh really??
yourusername
See you on the 30th!
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“Guess what lads” JJ said as he burst through the door of their recording studio.
“Fucking hell” Liam shouted. “That was terrifying”
“Whoops.” JJ said causing Liam and Naoise to roll their eyes. “Anyway, guess what” he continued.
“What?” Liam asked reluctantly.
“I’ve only gone and got the three of us invited on your crushes YouTube channel” JJ said excitedly, smacking Liam on the shoulder.
“WHAT?!” Liam shouted as Naoise replied, laughing “That is class”
JJ just nodded, a smug smile taking over his face and he looked at Liam who was staring back, eyes wide in shock.
“How?! Why?! Oh god.” Liam mumbled, running his hands over his face.
“I, for one, can’t wait” Naoise laughed.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Liam shouted, grabbing a pillow and launching it at Naoise.
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Today was the day! Liam was finally going to meet his online crush and he was not looking forward to it.
He should be looking forward to it but he is, in all honesty, scared shitless. What if you are nothing like he was expecting you to be?
“Why is your face like that?” Naoise asked.
They were currently sat in the car on their way to your filming studio. Liam had spent the entire car ride staring out of the car window, lost in his thoughts.
“What?” Liam mumbled, not looking away from the window.
“Why do you look so depressed? You should be excited! You are finally meeting the girl you have been obsessing over for the last few months” JJ chimed in.
“I don’t know what you are on about? I’m fine. Excited even” Liam said unconvincingly.
Just as Naoise was about to disagree, their driver announced that they had arrived at your filming studio.
“Fuck” Liam whispered softly.
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The doorbell rang out loudly through your apartment.
You shot out of your chair and practically raced James to the door. Unfortunately for you, James beat you to it. You were stood in the entrance way to your flat when James swung the front door open.
And there they were. Kneecap. You couldn’t believe that your favourite hip hop group were currently stood in your house.
“It’s so nice to meet you all! Thank you so much for coming” You smiled, as they stepped into your apartment.
You could hear James speaking to them but your attention was elsewhere. Mo Chara aka Liam Óg Ó hAnnaidh was staring right back at you, a small, nervous, smile on his face. You quickly looked away. Feeling slightly embarrassed that he had caught you staring.
“Okay! Lets get you all mic-ed up then!” Your producer, Ieuan interrupted, leading the Irishmen into your kitchen.
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“Okay. Is everyone ready?” Ieuan asked.
“I think so” James replied from his seat behind the camera.
You had practically had to beg James to let you be on camera with Kneecap for this video. You were both huge fans of the group and James didn’t want to give his one opportunity to be on camera with his idols away easily.
“Okay! Cameras rolling so just start whenever” Ieuan said.
“Hello everyone! And welcome back to a brand new segment of Cupcakes with the stars! Today I am joined by the incredible, Irish Hop-Hop group Kneecap!
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You had just wrapped up filming and you had started to pack away the cupcakes you had made in the video.
“Hi” your head shot up. The last thing you expected was Liam standing next to you, his blue eyes twinkling, shyly.
“Hello” you smiled.
“Erm do you think you could help me get the mic off? I don’t know what has happened” he laughed sheepishly.
“Oh, of course!” You rushed to grab the tangled up wires he was holding in his hand.
“You have mostly got it off. You just need to unclip it from the top of your shirt” you say, looking up at him.
“May I?” You ask, gesturing towards the mic.
Liam opened his mouth to speak, the words dying in his throat. He nodded quickly.
You stepped closer to him, reaching for the collar of his shirt. You were so focused on trying to remove the mic, you didn’t see the lovestruck expression that Liam was wearing. You could feel his eyes watching your movements.
You finally got the mic unclipped after a few seconds, that felt like minutes, of trying. You looked up at Liam triumphantly, but that expression replaced with a self-effacing one, when you realised just how close your face was to his.
Your eyes raked down his face and stopped at his lips. His tongue darting out to lick his lips broke you out of your staring.
“Sorry” You mumbled, quickly taking a large step back from him, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.
Well at least, you tried to take a step back. The back of your leg collided harshly with the cupboard behind you. You could feel yourself falling but before you hit the ground, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, and pulling you into a broad chest, keeping your upright.
You looked up at him with wide eyes only to find him staring back at you, his cheeks pink. You could feel your hands shaking slightly under the intensity of his stare.
“Are you alright?” he whispered, his voice quiet like he thought if he spoke any louder would cause you to run away.
“Yeah” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Your face was once again inches away from his.
“Mo Chara! Are you ready to leave or what?” Naoise’s voice rang out.
Liam pulled away from you quickly, now fully aware of the fact his friends had watched his entire interaction with you.
Without giving you another look, he brushed past you and started walking towards them. Before he got to his friends, he turned back around and started walking towards you with a newfound purpose and confidence he didn’t even know he had.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” He asked once he had stopped in front of you, the tips of your shoes touching his.
“Tomorrow? I’m not sure. Why?” You asked, feeling slightly confused.
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” He asked, puffing his chest out.
“Like a date?” you asked hopefully.
“Yeah” he responded, breathlessly. “Wait, let me start again. Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Okay. Yeah. I will” You said, in a daze.
“Cool. Great! See you then” He kissed your cheek before turning on his heel and walking towards his bandmates once again. As he got closer to them, he could to see JJ and Naoise smirking back at him.
“Fuck up” He muttered, smacking his friends on the back of their heads, affectionately.
please do an ollie bear story where he's like obsessed with his girlfriend attached to the hip with her shes his bestfriend , girlfriend , everthing and she's a med student so he always goes to her after a race and the entire grid always confused cause this man disappears as soon as debreifing is over. [he's not hidden his relationship but the boy just hasnt told anyone].
can u pls make it so they have like a very cutesy relationship with banter and cuddles and stuff
Where’s Ollie?
Ollie Bearman x f!reader
Word Count: 2246
Warnings: Light swearing, use of she/ her pronouns
Tags: soft Ollie, domestic Ollie, lovesick Ollie,
Note: I haven’t proof read this so I apologise if I’ve made any mistakes!
I hope you all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Please feel free to send me requests/asks!
If you saw Ollie Bearman in an F1 paddock, or even around the streets of Monaco, you would be sure to find his girlfriend close by too. Ollie insisted on you coming to all of the races with him, claiming that he ‘can’t live without you’ and that you are his good luck charm, which never failed to make you blush.
At races, you would frequently be spotted sitting in the Haas hospitality building, surrounded by textbooks, with a very clingy Oliver Bearman wrapped around you as you tried to study.
After the race at Monza, Ollie practically launched himself out of his car. He headed straight to his driver room, but you weren’t there. He started to panic.
Ollie raced into the Haas hospitality building. His eyes started scanning the room frantically, becoming increasingly more panicked the longer it took for him to spot you. Eventually his eyes landed on you. He let out a loud sigh, his shoulders sagging in relief. You were sat on a table in the back corner.
Ollie quickly made his way over to you. As he got closer, he noticed that your table looked as though it had been hit by a tornado. There were books, highlighters and scrap pieces of paper on every inch of the table.
“There you are!” Your head shot up, confusion evident on your face. You weren’t expecting to see Ollie so soon after the race finished.
“I’ve been looking all over for you” Ollie confessed as he sat in the chair next to you and leant his head on your shoulder.
“Here I am!” You joked. “Shouldn’t you be your a post race debrief now?” You questioned, trying to hide your worry. Why was he here so soon? Was everything okay?
“Yep.” Ollie said, popping the ‘P’
“Won’t you get in trouble if the team find out you ditched it to sit with me?” You asked worriedly.
“Don’t care” Ollie mumbled, pulling you closer to him.
“Where the fuck is Ollie?” Ayao Komatsu asked irritatedly.
“No one has seen him since the race ended” One of Ollie’s mechanics said.
“Really? No one? Esteban?” Ayao questioned.
“No, I’ve not seen him. I can go and look for him if you want!” Esteban suggested.
“No it’s fine. We’ll just have to do the debrief without him” Ayao said, rolling his eyes.
“He keeps doing this” Laura Müller, Esteban’s race engineer whispered. Esteban turned to look at her with a confused expression.
“What?”
“Ollie. He keeps disappearing” Laura says. “Oh come on, you can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed” she continued, after seeing that Esteban’s expression hadn’t changed.
“No I haven’t. Where does he go?”
“No one knows. But Ayao hasn’t been happy about it.”
“Can’t you study in my driver room? That was I can cuddle you properly” Ollie whined into your neck. He has he arms wrapped around your waist and his head tucked into your neck. To an outsider, it looked relatively uncomfortable. Especially considering the fact that Ollie was sat on the seat next to you and was leaning so much into you, it looked like he was seconds away from falling over.
“No. I need to study here where I can see all of my textbooks” you said softly, as you brought your hand up and buried it in Ollie’s hair.
“Hmm why?” He said, tone even more whinier than before.
You opened your mouth to reply but a voice from in front of you beat you to it.
“Comfortable?” You lifted your head from your textbook, Ollie made no move to unwrap himself from you. Esteban had made his was over to you and stood at the edge of your table looking at you and Ollie with a smile.
“Very” you heard Ollie mumble, his arms wrapping around your waist even tighter.
“Very” you repeated, in a teasing tone.
“It doesn’t look very comfortable. It looks like you are trying to smother her Ollie” Esteban joked.
You laughed at the unamused huff that Ollie let out.
“You missed the post race debrief. Ayao wasn’t happy” Esteban informed, taking Ollie’s lack of response as an opportunity to change the topic. “Is this where you were?”
Ollie looked sheepish.
“Ahh I see” Esteban said as he turned to leave, sipping his coffee knowingly.
The second time Ollie’s lack of presence was noticed was at the drivers parade in Mexico.
“Where’s Ollie?” Charles asked. The parade had started and Ollie wasn’t there.
“Wait he isn’t here?” Max questioned, looking around quickly.
“No.” Charles said shaking his head. After a beat of silence, he spoke again, leaning closer to Max as if he was sharing a secret. “Do you think that he is okay?”
“I hope so. He seemed fine when I saw him this morning.” Max whispered.
“Hmm how odd. I wonder where he is” Charles said thoughtfully.
Behind the two gossiping drivers stood Esteban, the only person who actually knew where Ollie was.
Before the drivers parade, Esteban had caught Ollie following you around the paddock like a lovesick puppy.
You had been trying to navigate through the paddock but you were finding it difficult. This was largely due to the face that Ollie had a death grip on your arm and your hand. His left hand was clutching your right bicep as though he was worried you would magically disappear. His left hand was clasped in yours.
Esteban had never seen Ollie look like that, so attentive towards you and yet so unaware of his own surroundings. Esteban watched as Ollie tripped over absolutely nothing but managed to move you out of the way of a puddle on the floor.
The two of you stopped outside of Ollie’s garage. Esteban couldn’t help himself from staring, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by yours and Ollie’s relationship.
The more Esteban watched, the more he felt as though he was watching something he shouldn’t be watching, like he was interrupting something. The two of you were just talking but the way that Ollie was looking at you made the whole scene look more intimate than it should have, considering that they were in a Formula zone paddock surrounded by fans, cameras, press and mechanics.
The rookies didn’t get an opportunity to interrogate Esteban about Ollie’s disappearances until the race in Vegas.
“THERE HE IS!” Kimi shouted pintion in Esteban’s direction.
“Hey guys. Is everything okay?” Esteban asked slowly, cautiously. He had been enjoying some much needed time to himself when he was suddenly surrounded by most of the 2025 rookies, and Liam.
“What do you know?” Kimi blurted out, pointing a finger in Esteban’s face.
Esteban recoiled slightly, feeling uncomfortable.
“Kimi!” Isack scolded.
“What? I want to know!” Kimi said, turning towards Isack, his finger accidentally getting closer to Esteban’s face.
“What is going on?” Esteban said.
“Ollie has been disappearing and we were wondering if you know why” Liam said, calmly, grabbing Kimi’s arm carefully and lowing his hand from Esteban’s face.
“Oh” Esteban said, prolonging the word.
“See! He does know something” Kimi said, pointing his finger back in Esteban’s face.
“I don’t know anything!” Esteban lied. He didn’t want to just go around airing Ollie’s business to anyone who asked, even if it *was* his friends asking.
“I don’t believe you” Gabriel said accusingly.
“Okay” Esteban said shortly. “Can I leave now?” His tone getting increasingly more irritated the longer he was held hostage by these children.
Without waiting for a response, Esteban moved past the rookies and walked to his drivers room. Clearly that was the only place where he could be left alone.
Once Esteban had left, Isack spoke. “Well that was useless”
“He knows something!” Gabriel said.
“We should just find out for ourselves!” Kimi suggested.
“Yeah? And how would we do that?” Liam said, throwing his hands up in the air.
Ollie had decided to make his escape as soon as his media duties ended, his PR manager clearly wasn’t expecting him to vanish, but the rookies were, they were planning on it.
They had recruited some of the other drivers to help with their plan. Charles and Max were waiting outside of Ollie’s drivers room incase he was going there, Yuki and Isack were lingering outside of the Haas garage, trying, and failing, to not look suspicious.
Kimi was stood around the media pen and was ready to inform the others when Ollie was leaving the pen and which direction he was going in. Much to Liam’s dismay, Kimi had bought walkie-talkies for everyone so communication would be easier. Gabriel, Liam, Franco and Pierre were stood at each of the for exit routes from the media pen, prepared to follow Ollie if and when he passed them.
“Okay, look alive everyone. Suspect is leaving the media pen. I repeat, suspect is leaving the media pen” Kimi said into his walkie-talkie. “He is going East, Franco, you’re up”
“On it!” Franco replied. “I’ve spotted the target, following now. I’ll keep you updated”
Franco followed Ollie through the paddock, making sure to keep a good distance between himself and Ollie so that he wouldn’t be spotted.
“He is headed towards his garage” Franco said into his walkie-talkie.
“Okay got it! I can see him” Isack said into the walkie-talkie. Ollie passed Yuki and Isack, miraculously without spotting either of them, and headed into his garage. The two Red Bull drivers snuck into the garage behind Ollie.
Isack and Yuki met Charles and Max in the garage. All four of them men continued to follow Ollie.
“He into the Haas hospitality building. He cut through his garage” Yuki said into his walkie-talkie.
There was silence.
“Please tell me that we have someone stationed at hospitality” Kimi said.
“You said that we wouldn’t need to!” Gabriel said, his voice raising an octave.
“Everyone get there NOW!” Pierre shouted.
All of the drivers frantically raced to the Haas hospitality building, ignoring the shouts from fans and press reporters asking why they were running.
All of the drivers got to the hospitality at the same time. They all rushed through the door, starting the people sat inside.
“THERE HE IS!” Charles shouted, pointing in the back corner.
“I’m getting deja vu” Esteban mumbled as he pushed past the drivers and excited the building.
The rest of the drivers pushed through the crowd of shocked Haas employees and headed straight for Ollie.
“Woah! What is going on?” Ollie laughed, clearly startled.
“Why do you keep disappearing?” Gabriel asked. At the same time, Pierre said ”Where do you go?”
“What are you talking about?”
Before anyone could reply, Ollie stood up, the sound of his chair scraping across the floor surprising the drivers. Ollie’s attention was no long er on them. Instead, he was looking over their shoulders at something behind them. The drivers turned around, wanting to know what had caught Ollie’s attention.
Before they could figure out what, or who, it was, Ollie pushed past them all and walked over to a woman. The drivers stood there astonished as they watched Ollie grab the woman’s waist and pulled her body into his in a bone crushing hug.
The expressions on their faces turned comical when Ollie pulled away from the hug and tucked a piece of the woman’s hair behind her ear as he kissed her forehead.
“Erm excuse me?” Max shouted. Both you and Ollie jumped, clearly not expecting the loud noise.
“What?” Ollie said, turning towards the group, refusing to remove his arms from around your waist. He felt aspirated that he had been pulled out of the romantic bubble he felt like he was in whenever he was near you.
“Who is this?” Kimi asked.
“This is my good luck charm” Ollie said, a lovestruck expression on his face. And suddenly it all made sense to the drivers. Ollie was in love.
