The hockey reader was a really interesting one, I'd love to see more of it in the future if you're up for it! 💓🙏🏻
Ooooo another taker! Yes, soon we'll all be hockey fans over here lmaooo 😂😈 But sure, how about a little tidbit?
Get an ice pack ready, because you're getting into a hockey scrap!! And Paul is NOT going to stand for it... 👀
Today's the big day... You've finally convinced ol twinkle toes himself, Paul McCartney, to do some drills with you.
It's the middle of summer and you're in a little hockey camp to keep up the practice in the meantime. Unfortunately, the school rink is unavailable, but luckily there's a public one not too far from your house.
You suit up in the locker room, a wave of excitement hurrying you along as you get ready to go wait for Paul. The women's locker room is empty as usual, so at least you can change in comfort and wait in peace.
The clock strikes 2:35 and you figure that's enough time for him to be nearly ready for you. Without a second to waste, you barge out the swinging door and look around to see... Uh oh.
There, at the other end of the ice, you spot some players from your school's rival. You try not to get too caught up in petty things like that, you're a professional after all, but... Being the only girl makes you something of an "easy target", apparently.
It's such bullshit. That being said, you try to let it roll off your shoulders. Instead you look for Paul. He doesn't appear to be out here yet however, so you take a seat and throw a few glances towards the men's locker room now and then.
At long last, out he comes, hoping along as he tries to catch up to you.
You jump up, "There you are!"
He smiles and runs right up to you. All he has is skates, a stick, a helmet, and some hockey pants on, all of which, aside from the skates, are on loan from you.
"Course I am! You didn't think I'd miss out on time with you eh?", he gives you a little nudge and you roll your eyes playfully.
Paul's been trying to come onto you for a while now, but... Well, you're not sure how to feel yet. You like him, you think... But you need some more time, or a sign, or something before trying to push things further.
Luckily, Paul seems content to wait.
You wave him on and the two of you hustle down the ramp to the rink and things start off well. Paul does some passing drills with you, and while he definitely needs some practice, you must admit he's not too bad for a first timer. You teach him how to move with the puck and you even get to practice some shots on someone playing goalie.
From there you deviate a bit from the drill agenda. You set paul up around a face off circle and then fly down to the blue line. A few harsh raps echo through the arena as you signal Paul to pass you the puck. He looks a little unsure of himself, but he launches it your way as you wind up for a slap shot...
And the puck goes sailing past you with a good few feet of clearance. Paul cringes and gives you and apologetic look. You dismiss it, "I got it!"
You hustle down the ice, chasing after the puck, and within seconds you've got it again. Just as you look up to get your bearings, a huge body slams you into the boards with a crushing force. All the wind feels knocked out of you as malicious laughter sounds off nearby. You pull yourself to your feet, you're head ringing, and see the boys you were worried about from earlier skating off with your puck.
"Next time keep your head up!", one shouts.
"Go back to your boyfriend!" Another round of laughter.
For some reason, that pisses you off even more. As though you need a guy around to be on the ice. You shake off the check and build up a head of steam to chase down your stolen pick.
The other boys are doing drills with it, practicing three on threes. You aim like an arrow for the guy holding the puck, and put your all into trying to push him off. For a moment, you're successful and just as you're about to make off with the puck, one of the others gives you a dangerous shove from behind.
"Hey, get out of here!", he shouts.
You stumble a few steps, but manage to keep from falling. "Hey, fuck you!", you whip around and shove the instigator back.
He give you a patronizing laugh and a mocking look and he begins to shake his gloves, "You looking to start something bitch?"
Without uttering a word, you fling off you gloves and swing at him. You manage to catch the side of his face, but things go downhill from there. He grabs your jersey and, in an extremely unsportsmanlike move, pulls it over your head and raises his fist to start raining down on the back of your helmet.
You figure your doomed, even as you struggle and flail to get loose, the cheers of his friends echoing around you.
But the strike never comes, and before you know it, you're rattled but free. A chorus of "OOOOH!" goes up from the other boys and you snap up to see what's happening.
Paul has the other boy by his jersey and is wrestling with him in a slow circle as the two battle to stay on their skates. He shakes the bigger boy roughly, spitting venom, "That's a nice way to treat a lady, innit? Real nice!"
Just as you begin to question if this is reality, the sound of punches resound across the ice. Paul and the other boy lob shots at each other, knuckles bare. A few dribbles of blood appear from the intensity of it, but neither one seems about to give in. Then, in a completely unexpected turn of events, Paul starts winning.
He has the other boy bent down as he rains down on the back of his now helmet less head.
A skate guard charges down the ice at full tilt and pulls the two apart. He screams the rink rules at the two, which have a strict "no fighting" policy, and drags them to the door. He gives them both a swift ban for the next few weeks at least, and when the heat clears up, you rush over to catch up with Paul.
"Paul! I- how did you-?", you're lost for words.
He starts to untie his skates, trading them for his fashionable heeled boots, "Well, I wasn't always nice and proper you know", he laughs.
You drop onto the bench beside him, breathless after all the excitement, "Oh, yeah? You'll have to tell me about that", you chuckle. He says he might and you share one more huff of quiet laughter before falling into a comfortable silence. "Say, um... Thanks for the help back there by the way..."
Paul smiles with a new energy as he beams at you, "Yeah? I gave him a real thrashing huh!", he boxes the air and you agree with an amused laugh. "Besides, it's worth it for you!", he winks.
You sigh. He really like you, huh? Perhaps this is your sign...
Without warning, you lean over and kiss his soft, perfectly smooth cheek. Paul blushes a deep red, even as he turns to look at you in happy surprise.
"Thanks...", you whisper softly, taking his bruised hand in yours.
Paul's voice softens to match yours and he gives your hand a little squeeze, "Anytime... love"
