Okay, I'm still not really sure how I feel about this but I'm going to share it anyways. If you like it let me know, if you think it sucks also let me know.
Word count: 991
Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, minor mention on punching someone.
Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.
I was drunk.
Full-on intoxicated.
I felt myself sway as I pushed off the bar to turn around and head back over towards our table. Just how many shots had I taken tonight? It was the first time the whole team and their partners had been able to go out since the covid bubble. So obviously some of us were letting a little lose and enjoying the outing.
“Where are you going? I just ordered us more shots!” screamed Andrei over the loud music.
“No more, Drei, I have already had too many” I groaned as I put a hand to my temple, already starting to get a headache.
“I’m gonna go find T” I yelled back at him as I pushed off from the bar. I stumbled slightly as I went to walk away but somehow managed to catch my balance. I had to give myself props for wearing my converse, heels would have been disastrous.
“Let me help you” Andrei yelled into my ear as he threw his arm around my shoulders. The 6’2 winger might have been the main reason I was this drunk but I appreciated his help in making sure I didn’t fall over. Slipping my arm around his waist I let him guide me to the table the rest of our party were standing around.
My smile got wider the closer, I could see Teuvo sitting right where I left him nearly an hour and ruffly 12 shots ago. I already felt slightly more sober as I pictured the hug that was waiting for me as soon as I was within arms length of my beautiful boyfriend. No matter what was wrong, I always immediately felt better the moment his arms were around me.
As we neared the rest of our party I noticed a bunch of people standing around that I didn’t recognize. I felt Andrei groan beside me, looking up at him I asked, “What? Who are they?”
“Just some annoying fans, if you can even call them that.” he muttered.
“What do you mean by that?” I questioned him.
“They spend the whole time shitting on our play and telling us what we did wrong and how we can be better, but they can be very rude about it”
I knew they must be bad if Andrei didn’t like to talk with them. The winger loved speaking with any fan, no matter the time or place. Connecting with the Caniacs was, I think, one of his favorite parts of being a Hurricane.
As we walked up to the group Andrei immediately lead me right to Teuvo who opened his arms and embraced me just as I knew he would. I nuzzled my head into his neck and wrapped my arms around his waist. A content sigh fell from my lips as he kissed the top of my head and gave me a gentle squeeze. He didn’t say anything as he was talking with the man standing beside him. Well, he was more listening than speaking, and I noticed his body felt tenser than he normally did in public settings.
I looked up at gave him a questioning glance, he just slightly shook his head and gave me a half-smile. Something was definitely bothering him. I tried to get the pounding in my head to stop so I could hear what the man was saying.
“You have what, two years left on your contract? Best be careful buddy, if you don’t start playing better coach is going to bench you for that rookie!” the man laughed as he clapped Teuvo on the shoulder.
Before my brain even registered what I was going, I had ripped myself out of Teuvos hold and whirled on the man next to him. “The fuck did you just say?” I must have yelled pretty loud, the rest of our party and the unwanted guests all stopped and turned to see what was happening.
“Why don’t you say that again, buddy.” I drawled out. Next thing I knew Teuvo was grabbing me by the elbow I had raised like I was going to punch the man in the face.
“Baby, look at me,” Teuvo said as he spun me around to face him again, placing his hands on either side of my face.
“Hey pretty girl, it’s okay.”
“It is not okay, he was mean to you” I pouted. “Let me take a shot at him.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t want you to mess up that pretty hand on his ugly face,” Teuvo chuckled as he placed a kiss on my forehead and drew me back into his arms. One of the boys must have called security over as they were leading all the ‘fans’ away from the table.
I pulled my face away from his chest far enough to look him in the face, “You do know he is wrong, right?”
“Yeah baby, I know,” he said as he smiled.
“Good,” I said as I laid my head back on his chest. “I love Jarvy but there is no way he could ever replace you.” I yawned.
“Come on tiger, let’s get you home,” Teuvo said goodbye to our friends as I blissfully paid no mind to them and let myself just be content in his arms.
I must have fallen asleep, the next thing I knew I was curled up in bed in my favorite pajama shirt, all the makeup had been taken off my face. I smiled as I felt the bed dip beside me as Teuvo crawled in and threw an arm over me so I could curl up into his chest.
“You know I will always stand up for you right?” I mumbled into his chest.
“Yeah baby, I know” he whispered back as he settled the blanket around us.
Before I knew it I was fast asleep and peacefully dreaming of all the goals Teuvo was going to score to prove that asshole wrong.
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hey carrie! it’s been a bit but i wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. love you sm! ❤️❤️
maleeha hi!! i'm doing well and i hope you have been as well! it's been a hot minute since i've been on here lol. thank you for checking up on me love <3
RACHEL!!! your work NEVER disappoints! i had the biggest smile on my face the entire time i was reading this 😌 you never fail to perfectly capture the sepe that lives in my mind. i’ll do a better breakdown of my favorite parts this weekend when i have more time! ❤️❤️
warnings: cursing which is somewhat more gratuitous in this one
chapter word count: 6,717
requested: Yes~
a/n: I’m riding high on the last three canes wins so I finally got this chapter done y’all
The silence enveloping the room constricts around you so tight it hurts to breathe, and you still cannot turn and look at Teuvo. Mere seconds have passed but they drag like hours as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt, willing your mouth to move, to say something to break the silence. You’re left without words, your mouth sewn shut, unwilling to pry apart as the painful seconds tick by. And you are all too aware that the second you turn and look at him you will break. That he’ll see through whatever excuse you can concoct in the same way he’s always been able to see through you like no one else. Still, you can’t help but try.
Teuvo is quiet. You aren’t sure if he’s trying to exercise patience or if he’s slipped away without you knowing but you’re too afraid to turn. Soon thereafter you get your answer, sensing him move closer to you, his fingertips dragging over your spine and you tense as he mumbles your name. He deserves an answer, needs one as much as you need to tell him and no amount of delaying could stop the inevitable hurt to come. If you could, you wouldn’t turn him away but that isn’t a viable option, not now.
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