Warnings!: Talks of cheating, lwk lots of angst towards the end, and insecurity if you squint.
Addi Speaks!: Hiiii guys! This literally took forever bc Iâve been so busy but I have more already finished for you guys so I hope you like this one! Also donât worry guys Allie isnât in this one but she will be in the next part!!
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You and John were a very responsible couple, but sometimes you would make impulse decisions then tell him laterâŠToday was no different.
Logan was in the kitchen making a sandwich, when a notification popped up on the digital calendar you had recently brought the boys.
âFire detected in âStark residence đâ,
âPress to view live videoâ
This immediately caught Logan's attention because that sounded exactly like something you would do. Thatâs why they named your house the âStark Residenceâ in the first place, you were known for building cool things but also starting small fires in the process.
He pressed the video, expecting to see a small fire but was met with huge flames crossing the screen.
*WHOOSH*
A big gust of smoke blew past the camera, and he could hear the loud alarms blaring through the screen.
When the camera clears he can see you yelling but canât hear what youâre saying. Youâre also doing something on the table but not tending to the fire.
âHoly shit,â he says lowly, shocked by the sight.
âTUCKERRRRRRRRâ shrinking through the house.
âDude why are you screaming? " Weâre trying to study,â Garrett asks annoyed
âDude Y/nâs house is on fire, like right now,â
âNo shotâ the couple says in unison as they walk towards the kitchen, completely forgetting their homework.
The three stand over the calendar in awe, watching you mindlessly work while the raging fire burns behind you.
âWhy are you guys screaming?â Dean sleepily walks over to the group.
âHOLY SHIT!â he exclaims
âDude where is Tucker?â Logan asks in concern
âOh he's knocked the hell out in his roomâ
The three deadpan toward him with a look that says âGo get him, you fucking idiotâ
âOH! Right, rightâ Dean snaps his fingers and starts sprinting towards the stairs
He slips and bumps into the wall trying to reach Tuckerâs room. When he finally does get there, he busts through the door and shakes Tucker out of his sleep.
âWhat the fuck Dean?â The boy says, tiredness lacing his voice
âDude wake up, your girlfriendâs house is on fire!â He continues to shake Tucker out of his sleep
âWHAT?!?â He sat up instantly, whipping the blankets off himself, grabbing his shoes, and running downstairs
âWait for me geezâ Dean says with an eye roll, following suit of a frantic Tucker.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Tucker sees the group huddled around the calendar watching the girls' home video. He pushes past them to see you still sitting there working as your lab continues to burn.
He presses a few buttons before speaking
âWednesday, extinguish fireâ speaking with confidence like heâs done this a million times before
âIâm sorry sir, I cannot help at the moment. Ms. Bennet is actively working on reconstructing my circuit board. If I use any more of my power than Iâm limited to now, I could electrocute Ms. Bennet.â Wednesday states to the group
âWell fuck, what are we gonna do?â Asks Dean
âMIKE SO HELP ME GOD. GET THE FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER!â You yelled on the other side of the screen
The group went silent, slowly turning back to the screen. She was supposed to be home alone. Who was this âMikeâ she was talking to?
Tuckerâs face immediately fell, he had no clue who âMikeâ was let alone why he was in his girlfriendâs house. And why were they alone?
So many thoughts were running through Tuckerâs brain but before he could answer any of them, a tall muscular man walked into frame with a fire extinguisher yelling at the girl. His girl.
âHOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPENâ the strange man asks
âOH SHUT UP, IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. JUST PUT IT OUT ALREADY!â You yelled at the man
âYOUâD BE DEAD IF I WERENâT HEREâ He says trying to spray the fire.
The fire rages on; the fire extinguisher isnât working for the man, so he tosses it aside. He turns around grabs you by your waist and pulls you away from your work, well, and the fireâŠ
âWHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?â You scream, flailing your arms in defense
âYOU DIDNâT KNOW YOUR EXTINGUISHER WAS EMPTY?â He yells still dragging you by your waist away from the scene.
âCAN YOU GET OFF ME, I DONâT NEED YOUR HELP.â You squeal while squirming in his arms
He swiftly picks you up, tosses you over his shoulder, and runs toward the back door.
âHEY LET ME GOâ you say, literally kicking and screaming as he gets you both to safety
The group watches in a mix of confusion, awe, and frustration. Most of the frustration coming from Tucker. He had no idea who this man was or why he was carrying his girlfriend around like a white knight.
âSo..What do we do?â Hannah asks, clearly not trying to seem insensitive
Tucker doesnât respond instead he walks toward the entrance, snatches his keys off the hook, rips the door open, and slams it shut behind him. The hockey house rumbled from the quick snap of the door. The room fell silent, no one knew what to say.
On one hand, you seemed like you needed help, after all your house was on fire. But on the other hand, you just had a random man in your house who carried you out like Prince Charming.
âShe would never cheat on Tuck right?â Logan asks frantically looking at the group
âIdk dude, that was hotâ Dean responded, earning a slap on the back of his head from Garrett
âI think we should follow Tuck, I mean even if she is cheating he could still use the comfort right?â Hannah asks
âGood thinking Wellsy, but I also really want to see the drama unfold⊠TO THE CAR!â Dean excitedly hops toward the door.
âHe has to stay in the car when we get thereâ Garrett says to the group before grabbing his keys and heading toward the door.
~Tucker POV~
Driving to your girlfriendâs house to make sure sheâs okay after her house burns down is hard but itâs even harder when she might be cheating on you.
I trust her, I really do but Iâve literally never seen that man before. What else am I supposed to think? She knew him by name and willingly let him inside.
I know I shouldnât feel this way but itâs hard not to. All I can think about is him grabbing her waist and carrying her out of the lab. This Mike guy had his hands on my girl. Wrapped around my girl's waist like it was nothing.
This drive feels longer than it should but knowing Iâm five minutes away scares me. In five minutes I could witness my girlfriend cheating on me, and I wouldnât know what to do.
So Iâll just grip the steering wheel harder and pray.
~End of POV~
Tucker was never the jealous type. He knew what he had was his and no one could take that from him, but today was different. Watching you on that camera and seeing how you reacted gave him a little hope. Not much.
So as he pulled in, he made the decision to let you do the talking. Give you the chance to tell the truth.
-
Your eyes light up seeing Tucker get out of his truck. You donât know how he did it but he always manages to be there when you need him most.
âOh thank god youâre here John,â You went to hug him but you could see the disdain in his expression.
Like he had so many things to ask but was too scared to say them.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â You asked carefully trying to understand the situation
âNothing, I was just worried about you.â he lets out a soft sigh and pulls you into a hug that could hold a thousand words.
âCome hereâ he holds you tight as the rest of the group follows suit in your driveway
Tucker hates asking uncomfortable questions, Dean knew that.
So he took it upon himself to leap out of Garrettâs Jeep, and speed walk toward the couple.
When he finally reaches both of you, he realizes that Tucker didnât care about whether or not you were cheating on him, he cared that you were okay.
âClearly I have to be the one to ask the hard questions here.â He stands with his hands on his hips tapping his foot like someoneâs angry mother
âIâm sorry, what?â you asked utterly confused
âDean donât,â Garrett exclaims, the rest finally reaching the couple
âNo, Iâm gonna say it because Sweet Tuck over here isnât going to. He deserves to know if heâs being cheated on, G.â He states passionately
You slowly release from Tuckerâs grip to finally look at his face.
He looked hurt.
Like the kind of hurt that keeps you up at night.
The kind that always made you sick to your stomach.
You look between Tucker and his friends, still confused as to what theyâre saying.
âDean what are you talking about?â You asked stepping closer to him
âIâm talking about your personal Romeo who came in and carried you out like it was your wedding night,â he yells, throwing his hands up in the air with rage
âWeâre not gonna sit here and pretend like you didnât just have your side piece over while Tucker was asleep.â He spats
âHe deserved so much better than that and you know it. Tucker is literally the one person out of all of us who deserves better than that.â He points in your face like heâs trying to prove something
You stare at him, expressionless. Not believing what youâre hearing but also unwavering. You didnât think you needed to prove yourself but remembering the look on Tuckerâs face made you nauseous. He was scared, scared to lose you.
âHELLO! Are you going to say anything?!?â Dean says waving his hands in front of your face.
Instead of responding to him, you turned and placed your hands on Tuckerâs face and made him look at you.
âYou know I would never purposefully hurt you. I love you more than anything in this world. My heartbeat rises when I hear your name in public. I smile uncontrollably when I see a picture of you. Youâre the one thing that keeps me stable in this life and I would never risk losing you.â You stare at him, hoping for a glimpse of forgiveness or even a twitch on an eyebrow.
But it never came. He looked toward the house where the man stood before slowly removing your hands from his face and walking away.
âJohn.â You called after him but he didnât turn around.
He
Just
Kept
Walking.
Without saying another word, his friends followed him.
Leaving you standing there, alone.
All these thoughts ran through your head about how this even happened and why. John was the person who kept your head on your shoulders and now you donât know if youâll ever get him back.
-
Getting in the Jeep Garrett sees the man who carried you out walking back up to you with some parts in his hands.
Youâre still looking in Tuckerâs direction, paying him no mind.
But suddenly you snapped.
You looked at the man and said god knows what, before snatching the parts from him and throwing them on the ground.
He watched in disbelief as you stomp the wires and metal bits into pieces before yelling and man once more, shoving him in the chest and walking away sobbing.
Sobbing.
You sobbed.
You never sobbed.
If Garrett Graham knew one thing and one thing only, it was that you never sobbed.
You never cried during sad movies like Allie and Hannah.
You didnât cry when your Dean accidentally killed your pet goldfish.
You didnât cry when you were upset but for some reason, you cried right now.
Garrett wanted to be loyal to Tucker and help him through this hard time but seeing you like this made him wonder.
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Warnings!: Talks of cheating, lwk lots of angst towards the end, and insecurity if you squint.
Addi Speaks!: Hiiii guys! This literally took forever bc Iâve been so busy but I have more already finished for you guys so I hope you like this one! Also donât worry guys Allie isnât in this one but she will be in the next part!!
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You and John were a very responsible couple, but sometimes you would make impulse decisions then tell him laterâŠToday was no different.
Logan was in the kitchen making a sandwich, when a notification popped up on the digital calendar you had recently brought the boys.
âFire detected in âStark residence đâ,
âPress to view live videoâ
This immediately caught Logan's attention because that sounded exactly like something you would do. Thatâs why they named your house the âStark Residenceâ in the first place, you were known for building cool things but also starting small fires in the process.
He pressed the video, expecting to see a small fire but was met with huge flames crossing the screen.
*WHOOSH*
A big gust of smoke blew past the camera, and he could hear the loud alarms blaring through the screen.
When the camera clears he can see you yelling but canât hear what youâre saying. Youâre also doing something on the table but not tending to the fire.
âHoly shit,â he says lowly, shocked by the sight.
âTUCKERRRRRRRRâ shrinking through the house.
âDude why are you screaming? " Weâre trying to study,â Garrett asks annoyed
âDude Y/nâs house is on fire, like right now,â
âNo shotâ the couple says in unison as they walk towards the kitchen, completely forgetting their homework.
The three stand over the calendar in awe, watching you mindlessly work while the raging fire burns behind you.
âWhy are you guys screaming?â Dean sleepily walks over to the group.
âHOLY SHIT!â he exclaims
âDude where is Tucker?â Logan asks in concern
âOh he's knocked the hell out in his roomâ
The three deadpan toward him with a look that says âGo get him, you fucking idiotâ
âOH! Right, rightâ Dean snaps his fingers and starts sprinting towards the stairs
He slips and bumps into the wall trying to reach Tuckerâs room. When he finally does get there, he busts through the door and shakes Tucker out of his sleep.
âWhat the fuck Dean?â The boy says, tiredness lacing his voice
âDude wake up, your girlfriendâs house is on fire!â He continues to shake Tucker out of his sleep
âWHAT?!?â He sat up instantly, whipping the blankets off himself, grabbing his shoes, and running downstairs
âWait for me geezâ Dean says with an eye roll, following suit of a frantic Tucker.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Tucker sees the group huddled around the calendar watching the girls' home video. He pushes past them to see you still sitting there working as your lab continues to burn.
He presses a few buttons before speaking
âWednesday, extinguish fireâ speaking with confidence like heâs done this a million times before
âIâm sorry sir, I cannot help at the moment. Ms. Bennet is actively working on reconstructing my circuit board. If I use any more of my power than Iâm limited to now, I could electrocute Ms. Bennet.â Wednesday states to the group
âWell fuck, what are we gonna do?â Asks Dean
âMIKE SO HELP ME GOD. GET THE FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER!â You yelled on the other side of the screen
The group went silent, slowly turning back to the screen. She was supposed to be home alone. Who was this âMikeâ she was talking to?
Tuckerâs face immediately fell, he had no clue who âMikeâ was let alone why he was in his girlfriendâs house. And why were they alone?
So many thoughts were running through Tuckerâs brain but before he could answer any of them, a tall muscular man walked into frame with a fire extinguisher yelling at the girl. His girl.
âHOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPENâ the strange man asks
âOH SHUT UP, IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. JUST PUT IT OUT ALREADY!â You yelled at the man
âYOUâD BE DEAD IF I WERENâT HEREâ He says trying to spray the fire.
The fire rages on; the fire extinguisher isnât working for the man, so he tosses it aside. He turns around grabs you by your waist and pulls you away from your work, well, and the fireâŠ
âWHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?â You scream, flailing your arms in defense
âYOU DIDNâT KNOW YOUR EXTINGUISHER WAS EMPTY?â He yells still dragging you by your waist away from the scene.
âCAN YOU GET OFF ME, I DONâT NEED YOUR HELP.â You squeal while squirming in his arms
He swiftly picks you up, tosses you over his shoulder, and runs toward the back door.
âHEY LET ME GOâ you say, literally kicking and screaming as he gets you both to safety
The group watches in a mix of confusion, awe, and frustration. Most of the frustration coming from Tucker. He had no idea who this man was or why he was carrying his girlfriend around like a white knight.
âSo..What do we do?â Hannah asks, clearly not trying to seem insensitive
Tucker doesnât respond instead he walks toward the entrance, snatches his keys off the hook, rips the door open, and slams it shut behind him. The hockey house rumbled from the quick snap of the door. The room fell silent, no one knew what to say.
On one hand, you seemed like you needed help, after all your house was on fire. But on the other hand, you just had a random man in your house who carried you out like Prince Charming.
âShe would never cheat on Tuck right?â Logan asks frantically looking at the group
âIdk dude, that was hotâ Dean responded, earning a slap on the back of his head from Garrett
âI think we should follow Tuck, I mean even if she is cheating he could still use the comfort right?â Hannah asks
âGood thinking Wellsy, but I also really want to see the drama unfold⊠TO THE CAR!â Dean excitedly hops toward the door.
âHe has to stay in the car when we get thereâ Garrett says to the group before grabbing his keys and heading toward the door.
~Tucker POV~
Driving to your girlfriendâs house to make sure sheâs okay after her house burns down is hard but itâs even harder when she might be cheating on you.
I trust her, I really do but Iâve literally never seen that man before. What else am I supposed to think? She knew him by name and willingly let him inside.
I know I shouldnât feel this way but itâs hard not to. All I can think about is him grabbing her waist and carrying her out of the lab. This Mike guy had his hands on my girl. Wrapped around my girl's waist like it was nothing.
This drive feels longer than it should but knowing Iâm five minutes away scares me. In five minutes I could witness my girlfriend cheating on me, and I wouldnât know what to do.
So Iâll just grip the steering wheel harder and pray.
~End of POV~
Tucker was never the jealous type. He knew what he had was his and no one could take that from him, but today was different. Watching you on that camera and seeing how you reacted gave him a little hope. Not much.
So as he pulled in, he made the decision to let you do the talking. Give you the chance to tell the truth.
-
Your eyes light up seeing Tucker get out of his truck. You donât know how he did it but he always manages to be there when you need him most.
âOh thank god youâre here John,â You went to hug him but you could see the disdain in his expression.
Like he had so many things to ask but was too scared to say them.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â You asked carefully trying to understand the situation
âNothing, I was just worried about you.â he lets out a soft sigh and pulls you into a hug that could hold a thousand words.
âCome hereâ he holds you tight as the rest of the group follows suit in your driveway
Tucker hates asking uncomfortable questions, Dean knew that.
So he took it upon himself to leap out of Garrettâs Jeep, and speed walk toward the couple.
When he finally reaches both of you, he realizes that Tucker didnât care about whether or not you were cheating on him, he cared that you were okay.
âClearly I have to be the one to ask the hard questions here.â He stands with his hands on his hips tapping his foot like someoneâs angry mother
âIâm sorry, what?â you asked utterly confused
âDean donât,â Garrett exclaims, the rest finally reaching the couple
âNo, Iâm gonna say it because Sweet Tuck over here isnât going to. He deserves to know if heâs being cheated on, G.â He states passionately
You slowly release from Tuckerâs grip to finally look at his face.
He looked hurt.
Like the kind of hurt that keeps you up at night.
The kind that always made you sick to your stomach.
You look between Tucker and his friends, still confused as to what theyâre saying.
âDean what are you talking about?â You asked stepping closer to him
âIâm talking about your personal Romeo who came in and carried you out like it was your wedding night,â he yells, throwing his hands up in the air with rage
âWeâre not gonna sit here and pretend like you didnât just have your side piece over while Tucker was asleep.â He spats
âHe deserved so much better than that and you know it. Tucker is literally the one person out of all of us who deserves better than that.â He points in your face like heâs trying to prove something
You stare at him, expressionless. Not believing what youâre hearing but also unwavering. You didnât think you needed to prove yourself but remembering the look on Tuckerâs face made you nauseous. He was scared, scared to lose you.
âHELLO! Are you going to say anything?!?â Dean says waving his hands in front of your face.
Instead of responding to him, you turned and placed your hands on Tuckerâs face and made him look at you.
âYou know I would never purposefully hurt you. I love you more than anything in this world. My heartbeat rises when I hear your name in public. I smile uncontrollably when I see a picture of you. Youâre the one thing that keeps me stable in this life and I would never risk losing you.â You stare at him, hoping for a glimpse of forgiveness or even a twitch on an eyebrow.
But it never came. He looked toward the house where the man stood before slowly removing your hands from his face and walking away.
âJohn.â You called after him but he didnât turn around.
He
Just
Kept
Walking.
Without saying another word, his friends followed him.
Leaving you standing there, alone.
All these thoughts ran through your head about how this even happened and why. John was the person who kept your head on your shoulders and now you donât know if youâll ever get him back.
-
Getting in the Jeep Garrett sees the man who carried you out walking back up to you with some parts in his hands.
Youâre still looking in Tuckerâs direction, paying him no mind.
But suddenly you snapped.
You looked at the man and said god knows what, before snatching the parts from him and throwing them on the ground.
He watched in disbelief as you stomp the wires and metal bits into pieces before yelling and man once more, shoving him in the chest and walking away sobbing.
Sobbing.
You sobbed.
You never sobbed.
If Garrett Graham knew one thing and one thing only, it was that you never sobbed.
You never cried during sad movies like Allie and Hannah.
You didnât cry when your Dean accidentally killed your pet goldfish.
You didnât cry when you were upset but for some reason, you cried right now.
Garrett wanted to be loyal to Tucker and help him through this hard time but seeing you like this made him wonder.
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summary. You think guys that cook are hot.
pairing. John Tucker x Reader
tags. Fluff, crack-ish?
note. I did giggle while writing this at 1am.Â
ice time. 1.8k
You think that guys that cook are hot.
Thatâs basically the number one thing on your list of standards for a guy.
And if you add in, John Tucker, #46 of the Briar U hockey team, who not only cooks but does it wearing a pink apron with the kind of earnest, unbothered pride that should not be as attractive as it is â you can therefore conclude that Tucker is hot and totally your type.Â
Hannah and Allie are 100% aware of this fact, considering that they were there when you started massively crushing on the hockey player back in sophomore year, and were the ones who listened to you ramble about said hockey player early into the year when you found out he could cook.
Unfortunately, your two friends learning about this fact while also actively dating two guys in Tuckerâs own friend group meant that you were now in the unique and deeply unfortunate position of being perceived. Specifically, being perceived by people who knew Tucker, liked Tucker, and had absolutely zero reason to keep your little crush under wraps.Â
Allie, bless her heart, had lasted approximately three weeks before she'd accidentally let it slip in front of Dean that you thought Tucker was, quote, "disgustingly attractive and it's all because of the cooking thing." Dean, being Dean, had found this information deeply funny and had done absolutely nothing responsible with it, ultimately teasing you every time you and Tucker were in the same vicinity of each other, although thanks to Allie, had really did keep the teasing to just you. You still found the whole situation deeply mortifying.Â
The only thing keeping you from burying yourself in gravel and suffocating was the knowledge that Tucker, as far as you knew, had not been told. Yet.Â
You were choosing to believe the "yet" was still working in your favor.
It mostly meant that whenever Tucker showed up places that Hannah or Allie also happened to be, you developed an immediate and urgent need to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Bathroom. Kitchen. The parking lot. You were adaptable. Very much so.
"You're not even being subtle about avoiding him anymore," Hannah had told you once, watching you physically reverse direction in the hallway when you spotted Tucker heading your way. "Like. At all."
"I'm being incredibly subtle."
"You walked into a trash can."
"I meant to do that."Â
She had given you a look that said, very clearly, that she did not believe you. You had chosen to ignore it on account of self-preservation.
The problem was that Tucker kept showing up. Outside the dorms when you'd come to hang out with Hannah and Allie. At the coffee shop near campus. At Malones â because you worked there and that was literally where the group hung out. At the rink when you'd come to watch a game and hadn't factored in post-game corridor hangouts. And every time, without fail, he was easy to talk to and warm and sincere in that genuine, unguarded way he had, the kind that felt less like a personality and more like a reflex â like being kind was just the thing he defaulted to, same as breathing.
It was even more annoying because he was always like that. Like the teasing from his teammates rolled right off him, and he just kept showing up with food and a good attitude and that small, steady presence that made you feel like whatever room he was in got a little calmer.
It was fine. You were fine. Everything was completely fine.
Which brings you here, to Hannah and Allie's kitchen, helping set up for a casual get-together that you had been assured would be small. Just a few people. Chill. Relaxed.
They were currently hosting eight people and counting, and Tucker's jacket was by the door when you arrived. Hannah had neglected to mention this when she'd asked you to come early and help with the food, even when you asked about the paper bag on the counter, which you later on learned was brought by none other than Tucker.
You were starting to think your friends were not entirely on your side, because the moment you arrived, Allie and Hannah started teasing you increasingly.
The thing is, you didn't know exactly when the conversation in the kitchen shifted to types in men (again), and your crush on Tucker. Which you tried very hard to keep his name as lowkey as possible. They find it amusing. You donât.
Allie hands you the tablecloth then heads to the sink to wash the dishes left. Â
Allie hands you the tablecloth then heads to the sink to wash the dishes left, humming something under her breath like she isn't the reason you're currently in this situation.
"So," she says, turning on the tap. "Hannah was telling me you nearly bolted out of the rink last week when Tucker walked into the corridor."
"I didn't nearly bolt. I had somewhere to be."
"You told us you had to go check on your laundry," Hannah calls from across the kitchen, not even bothering to look up from where she's arranging the snack bowls. "At eleven at night."
"Laundry doesn't have a curfew."
Allie snorts. You smooth the tablecloth aggressively.
"Can we not do this tonight?" you ask, with as much dignity as you could muster. "There are guests."
"There are guests because we invited them," Allie says pleasantly. "Including Tucker, who brought ingredients and is currently grabbing something else and will be back in a few, which I know you clocked the second you walked in."
You had, in fact, clocked it the second you walked in. You say nothing.
Hannah finally looks up, the picture of innocence. "You know, it's kind of impressive how much energy you spend avoiding someone you claim to just have a small crush on."
"It's a normal-sized crush."
"You once left through a fire exit."
"The regular door was blocked."
"By Tucker saying hi to you."
A pause. You smooth an already-smooth section of tablecloth. "It was a crowded hallway."
Allie turns off the tap, reaching for the dish towel with the serene expression of someone who is deeply enjoying herself. "All we're saying is that it might be time to, I don't know, exist in the same room as him for more than four consecutive minutes."
"I exist in the same room as him all the time."
"Without a planned escape route," Hannah amends.
You open your mouth. Close it. The tablecloth is extremely smooth at this point. You are doing a great job with the tablecloth.
"My type," you say finally, pivoting with what you feel is remarkable, amazing, grace, "is simply guys who can cook. That is a completely reasonable standard."
Hannah rolls her eyes at you, turning to set down a bowl of snacks while you finish wiping the counter. "Your type is guys that can cook."
âAnd? I think cooking is hot.â You miss the way Hannahâs eyes drift past you to someone behind you, busy wiping down the counter as you shrug. Your increasing embarrassment had made your tongue loose, and you had in fact given up on being vague. âWhy else do you think I like Tucker?â
âOh?â The voice behind you makes you freeze. Your hand stiffens on the tablecloth, eyes widening as youâre now suddenly acutely aware of the warmth behind you. âIs that so?â
You look up, and Hannah has a hand over her mouth, amusement dancing in her eyes as she speaks to you through your head.
"Hannah. Help me."
"Nah, girl. You got this. Go you."
Fingers gripping the tablecloth, you plaster a smile on your face and slowly turn.
Behind you stands Tucker, his eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. "Hey, Name."
Your cheeks warm. You are pretty sure that you are the definition of a tomato at this point as you clear your throat in an attempt to be nonchalant. "Heeey, Tuck."
His grin only widens, arms crossing over his chest. "So." His brow lifts, and you swallow. "You think I'm hot?"
You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again.
"I think," you say carefully, in the measured tone of someone carefully disarming a bomb, "that the cooking thing is hot. Objectively. As a concept."
"Uh huh." He doesn't look even remotely convinced, which is deeply unfair considering he's the one who snuck up on you. "And I cook."
"Lots of people cook, Tucker."
"Do they cook as well as me?"
You pause. And the horrible, traitorous, honest part of your brain supplies: no, actually, because you'd had his cooking twice now, once at a team dinner Allie had dragged you to and once when he'd brought food to the apartment for no stated reason, and both times it had been genuinely, annoyingly, unfairly good.
"That's not the point," you say.
His smile tips into something a little softer, a little more knowing, and somehow that's worse than the teasing. He takes one step closer, enough that you would have to actively crane your neck to look away from him, and doesn't say anything for a beat.
"I'll cook for you sometime," he says finally, like it's easy. Like he's offering to lend you a pen. "If that's what it takes."
You stare at him.
From somewhere behind Tucker, you hear Allie make a noise that she unconvincingly tries to smother with a cough. Hannah, you suspect, is still standing at the counter with that same hand over her mouth.
"That," you say slowly, "is the most confident thing anyone has ever said to me."
Tucker shrugs, that easy grin back in place. "I'm a confident guy."
"You're a menace."
"You think I'm hot."
"I think your cooking is hot."
Tucker laughs, saying your name in a way that makes your stomach flip as he tilts his head, and there's something warm in his expression underneath all the amusement. "Same thing."
You look at him for a long moment. He looks back, patient, like he has all night and fully intends to use it.
"Fine," you say, because apparently self-preservation has fully left the building. Your face feels like a furnace, and you are hyper aware of every little sound Allie and Hannah makes behind you, plus thawing Tucker this close to you. "Yeah. Okay. I think you're hot."
The smile that breaks across his face is, genuinely, a little devastating.
"Cool," Tucker says. "I'll text you about dinner. This week?"
You're pretty sure your soul briefly vacates your body.
"This week," you hear yourself agree.
He nods, satisfied, like that's settled then. He glances over his shoulder at Hannah and Allie, who are both staring with the barely-contained energy of two people who have been waiting for this for approximately two years. "Ladies." Then, back to you, quieter, "Talk to you later?"
"Yeah. Yep. Sure." you say, a little helplessly.
Tucker smiles. Then he's heading back toward the living room, and you are left standing in the kitchen, gripping the tablecloth, staring at the middle distance, smiling widely.
A beat of silence.
"Look at you!â Hannah says loudly, while Allie rounds the counter to throw her arms around you, giggling at your still flushed face.
"I hate both of you," you tell them, but the smile on your face doesnât fade.
authorâs note đ requested by @myst3ryin0rperated đ this ended up being way longer than planned, but honestly? tuck deserves the attention. i love parts of this, but iâm also not fully sure how i feel about it yet, so iâd love to know what you think <3
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The first time Tucker saw you, you almost took out an entire row of glasses at Maloneâs. Not one, not two, but an entire row.
It happened on a Friday night, which meant the bar was already packed with students pretending they didnât have assignments due, hockey players pretending they werenât exhausted from practice, and Della behind the counter pretending she wasnât five seconds away from throwing someone out for ordering another round only to forget what theyâd asked for immediately.
You were new, and that much was obvious. Not because you were bad at the job, exactly, but because you still had the bright, nervous energy of someone who hadnât yet learned that Maloneâs on a Friday night was less a bar and more a sticky-floored battlefield.
You came out from behind the counter with a tray balanced carefully in both hands, brows pinched in concentration as your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were wearing black jeans and a Maloneâs blue shirt, your hair pulled back messily, as if youâd done it in a rush, and Tucker found himself noticing you before he could think better of it.
He noticed the way you smiled at a customer who was definitely being too loud. He noticed the way you thanked Della twice when she moved around you. He noticed how hard you were trying to do everything right.
And then you set the tray down on the bar too quickly, caught the edge of a napkin holder, and sent three clean glasses tipping into each other with a loud, terrible clatter.
Everyone at the table flinched. Dean was the first to turn around, Garrettâs attention snapped away from whatever Hannah was saying, and Logan started laughing before heâd even fully figured out what had happened.
You froze immediately.
âOh my god,â you said, hands flying up like you were surrendering to the glasses. âIâm so sorry. I swear Iâm usually less of a disaster when no oneâs watching.â
Della sighed, though there was already affection in it. âSweetheart, nobody expects grace here. Just survival.â
Dean grinned from the booth where he sat with the boys. âTen out of ten entrance.â
Garrett kicked him under the table without even looking at him.
You winced, cheeks burning, and immediately started gathering the glasses before any of them could fall off the bar.
Tucker was on his feet before heâd even thought about moving.
âHere,â he said, already grabbing a stack of napkins from the end of the counter and stepping closer. âI got it.â
You looked up at him, startled, like you hadnât expected someone to help instead of laugh. Something weird shifted in Tuckerâs chest.
âOh,â you said, your voice softening. âThank you.â
âDonât worry about it,â he said, steadying one of the glasses before it could roll off the edge. He gave you a small smile. âFirst Friday?â
âIs it that obvious?â
âOnly a little,â he said, smile tugging at his mouth.
Your mouth curved into an embarrassed but sweet smile, and Tucker noticed the way your whole face seemed to warm with it.
Dean, because of course he did, leaned over the booth and said, âCareful, Tuck. She might make you work for free.â
You glanced between them, your smile still lingering. âTuck?â
âTucker,â he said, handing over the glass heâd rescued. âJohn Tucker.â
You took it from him, your fingers brushing against his for half a second.
âIâm [Y/N],â you said. Then you looked down at the glasses, sighed, and added, âApparently also a public safety hazard.â
Tucker laughed, not because it was that funny, though it was, but because you were smiling at him like you were happy he had.
That was the first thing Tucker noticed. Not that you were the prettiest girl in the room, though you were. Not that you were the clumsy new waitress, though the boys would absolutely bring that up later. Not even that you were the transfer student Hannah had mentioned once, the one whoâd started working at Maloneâs because she needed extra money, and Della liked hiring people she could boss around.
The first thing was that you looked at Tucker like he was the one you were talking to â not the guy beside Dean, not Garrettâs friend, not one of the hockey boys. Him.
It was a stupid thing to notice, so of course Tucker noticed.
Over the next few weeks, you became part of Maloneâs the way some people became part of a song â slowly at first, then all at once.
You were there on Fridays and sometimes Saturdays, always with your hair tied back in a way that never lasted more than an hour before pieces started falling loose around your face. You learned the regularsâ orders faster than anyone expected. You learned Dellaâs moods, learned that Dean always said he wanted something different before ordering the same beer anyway, that Logan would steal fries from whoever sat too close, that Garrett was polite because Hannah elbowed him when he forgot, and that Allie always tipped too much because she knew what the job felt like.
And Tucker â you learned his drink by the third Friday. That shouldnât have affected him. It did anyway.
âYou want the usual?â you asked, already reaching for it as he and the boys slid into their booth after the game.
Dean stopped mid-sentence and turned slowly toward Tucker, wearing the most irritating smile imaginable. Logan looked absolutely delighted. Garrett looked like he was trying very hard not to seem delighted. Tucker ignored every single one of them.
âYou remembered?â he asked, which was the wrong thing to say because it made him sound surprised.
You blinked at him, then smiled. âYou order the same thing every time.â
âSo does Dean,â Tucker said.
âYeah, but Dean changes his mind three times before going back to the same thing. You have to prepare for that emotionally.â
Garrett laughed quietly into his drink.
Dean put a hand over his chest. âI feel attacked.â
âYou should,â Allie said, appearing beside him like sheâd been summoned by the opportunity to tease him. âIt was accurate.â
You grinned and slid Tucker his drink first, and he hated how quickly he liked itâhated how his eyes followed you when you walked away to help another table. Hated even more that Dean noticed immediately.
âOh, youâre so in trouble.â
Tucker glanced at him. âShut up.â
âI didnât even say anything specific,â Dean said.
âYou didnât need to.â
Logan leaned forward, as if this were crucial evidence. âShe gave you your drink first.â
âBecause I was sitting closest.â
âYou werenât,â Garrett said.
Tucker shot him a look. âArenât you supposed to be mature now?â
Garrett shrugged, his arm around Hannah. âIâm in a relationship, not dead.â
Across the room, you laughed at something Della said, nearly dropped a pen, caught it against your chest, and looked far too proud of yourself for saving it.
Tucker tried not to smile, and failed.
Dean pointed at Tuckerâs face as heâd just found evidence. âThat. Right there. Thatâs pathetic.â
Tucker picked up his drink, unimpressed. âYouâre literally dating Allie.â
âYes, and I became pathetic in public. Itâs part of the process.â
âIâm not becoming anything,â Tucker said.
âSure,â Dean said.
Tucker knew exactly what they thought.
He knew how it looked: new girl, pretty smile, sweet enough to make everyone in the room feel like she was happy to see them. Of course, he liked her. Everyone probably liked her. You were the kind of person people noticed because you made it easy for them. You asked questions, laughed without trying to seem cool, apologized to chairs when you bumped into them, and once gave a drunk sophomore a full pep talk because he looked sad over mozzarella sticks.
You were sunshine in a place that mostly smelled like beer and fried food.
Tucker told himself that was all it was: you were friendly, and he was interested because of it. It didnât mean you were interested back.
Girls usually went for guys like Dean: loud, confident, easy to flirt with because he did half the work for them. Or Garrett, with the captain thing and that accidental golden-boy charm, even though Hannah would probably murder anyone who tried. Or Logan, who looked like trouble and knew exactly how to make it work.
Tucker was the nice one, the safe one, the one girls asked to hold their coats while they danced with someone else.
Heâd made peace with that a long time ago â mostly. Then, on the fourth Friday, you proved you were going to be a problem.
It was later than usual, with the crowd thinning out around midnight and the booths left sticky and half-empty. Tucker had ended up at the bar while the others argued over whether to go back to the house or order food. You were wiping down the counter with your sleeves pushed up, cheeks flushed from the long shift.
âYouâre staring again,â you said, not even looking up.
Tucker blinked at you. âWhat?â
You glanced at him, eyes bright with amusement. âI said youâre staring.â
âI wasnât,â he said.
âYou were,â you said.
âI was just thinking,â he said.
âAbout the counter?â you asked.
âItâs a very interesting counter.â
You smiled, and Tucker felt stupidly pleased with himself for being the reason.
âYou always do that,â you said, still smiling.
âStare at counters?â he asked.
âNo,â you said, leaning your hip against the bar. âMake jokes when I catch you looking at me.â
Tuckerâs throat went dry.
That wasnât fair. You couldnât look that sweet and then say things like that.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
You hummed like you didnât believe him, which was fair, considering he sounded ridiculous.
Dean appeared at Tuckerâs shoulder at the worst possible time, because of course he did. âHe never does.â
Tucker closed his eyes like he was praying for patience. âGo away.â
Dean grinned at you because, apparently, subtlety had never been an option. âHas he asked you out yet?â
Tuckerâs head snapped toward Dean. âJesus Christ.â
You froze for half a second before your face went pink.
Dean looked like Christmas had just come early.
âOh,â Dean said slowly, looking far too pleased. âInteresting.â
âDean,â Tucker said, warning clear in his voice.
You cleared your throat and turned back to the counter, trying to hide your smile. âDoes he need help with that?â
Tucker stared at you, Dean made a sound like heâd been shot, and Garrett yelled from the booth, âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â Tucker said, far too quickly.
Dean turned back toward the table. âTuckerâs dying.â
âIâm fine,â Tucker said.
You were still smiling down at the counter like you hadnât just caused chaos.
Tucker didnât recover for the rest of the night.
After that, things changed. Not dramatically, and not enough that anyone else wouldâve called it obvious â except maybe Dean, who called everything obvious if it helped him be annoying. But Tucker felt it.
You started lingering near him when the bar slowed down. You leaned across the counter when you talked to him, chin propped in your hand and eyes warm with focus. You asked about his classes. His practices. His stupid sandwich preference after Logan tried to convince you Tucker had âboring taste,â which somehow turned into a ten-minute argument about whether turkey counted as a personality flaw.
You also started touching him. Not much, just enough to ruin him.
Your fingers brushed his wrist when you set down his drink. Your knee bumped his when you sat beside him for five minutes during your break. Your hand landed briefly on his shoulder when you squeezed past him behind the bar, soft and apologetic and completely unnecessary.
Tucker told himself you were probably like that with everyone, right up until he watched you tell Dean to stop leaning over the bar because he was âruining the ecosystem,â and decided maybe you werenât.
By the sixth Friday, Della had started looking at both of you like she knew something neither of you had admitted yet.
That was also the night everything finally clicked into place.
The boys came in late after an away game, tired and loud, their faces flushed from the cold. Hannah and Allie were with them, bundled in coats and already claiming a booth while Dean declared he was starving with the drama of a man who hadnât eaten in years.
You were working closing again, and Tucker tried very hard not to look too happy about that. Failed, probably.
From behind the bar, you caught his eye and smiled so brightly that his chest went warm.
âThe usual?â you asked.
Dean groaned, as if he were personally offended. âThis is disgusting.â
You laughed, confused. âWhat?â
âHeâs smiling like an idiot,â Dean said.
Tucker elbowed him in the side.
You looked at Tucker, smile softening as you asked, âAre you?â
âNo,â Tucker said.
âHe is,â Logan called from the booth.
âHe absolutely is,â Garrett added from the booth.
Tucker stared at Garrett. âYou too?â
Garrett lifted his hands in surrender. âIâm just observing.â
You set his drink down in front of him, fingers brushing his for a second too long. âFor the record, I donât mind.â
Tucker forgot how to speak, and you walked away before he could find a response.
Dean leaned closer, his voice low enough that only Tucker could hear. âIf you donât ask her out tonight, Iâm doing it for you.â
âYou are not doing anything,â Tucker said.
âThen do something,â Dean said.
Tucker looked toward the bar, where you were reaching for a stack of napkins and laughing at something Hannah had said. You nearly knocked over a bottle with your elbow, caught it just in time, and then looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Tucker had. You saw him seeing you, and your nose scrunched with embarrassment. He smiled before he could stop himself.
Dean sighed, as if this were personally exhausting. âGod, you two are unbearable.â
Tucker looked away, like that settled it. âSheâs just friendly.â
Dean stared at him.
âWhat?â
âAre you actually stupid?â
âWow. Very helpful.â
âIâm serious,â Dean said, glancing toward you before looking back at Tucker. âThat girl has been making heart eyes at you for a month.â
âSheâs nice to everyone,â Tucker said.
âShe threatened to pour soda on Logan last week,â Dean said.
Logan looked up from stealing Allieâs fries. âI deserved that.â
Dean continued, with the patience of someone explaining something painfully obvious, âShe likes you.â
Tucker shifted, uncomfortable under the weight of the words. âYou donât know that.â
Deanâs expression softened slightly, which was somehow worse. âTuck.â
âDonât,â Tucker said.
âIâm just saying,â Dean started.
âI know what youâre saying,â Tucker said, his voice coming out lower than he meant. âBut sheâs new. Sheâs nice. And she has all of you literally sitting here every week. Iâm not going to assume sheâs looking at me like that just because I want her to.â
For once, Dean went quiet.
Tucker regretted saying it immediately. Not because it wasnât true, because it was, but because heâd never said it out loud before. And, of course, because timing apparently wasnât on his side, he looked up and saw you standing a few feet away with a tray in your hands, your expression caught somewhere between surprise and something softer.
Tuckerâs stomach dropped. You had heard. Maybe not all of it, but enough.
You blinked once, then gave him a small smile, the kind that didnât quite reach your eyes. âDella said last call.â
Then you turned and walked back to the bar.
Dean leaned back slowly, the teasing finally slipping from his face.
Tucker dragged a hand over his face, guilt hitting all at once. âFuck.â
âYeah,â Dean said, quieter now. âThat one might be on you.â
The next twenty minutes were horrible. You werenât rude, and somehow, that made it worse. You were still sweet when you cleared the table, still smiling when Hannah hugged you goodbye, still telling Logan he couldnât take the basket of fries with him because it was ânot a souvenir.â But you didnât linger near Tucker, didnât brush his hand, didnât smile at him first.
By the time the others left, Dean gave him one very pointed look from the door. Tucker ignored it, mostly because he deserved it.
He stayed behind while you wiped down the bar, sitting at the end with his coat folded beside him like he wasnât sure where else to put himself. Della had disappeared into the back, clearly on purpose, and without the usual noise, the bar felt strange. Softer. Too quiet.
You didnât look at him for a while, and Tucker let you have that.
Eventually, you set the rag down with a sigh. âAre you waiting for Della or me?â
âYou,â he said. You glanced up, and he swallowed. âIf thatâs okay.â
You looked at him for a moment before nodding. âOkay.â
âIâm sorry.â You seemed surprised by that, so Tucker kept going before he could lose his nerve. âFor what I said earlier. You werenât supposed to hear it.â
âWould it be better if I hadnât heard it?â
âNo,â he said, looking down at his hands before meeting your eyes again. âProbably not.â
You crossed your arms and leaned against the bar. âDo you really think Iâm just being nice?â
Tucker hated how gentle your voice was.
âI think you are nice,â he said.
âThatâs not what I asked.â
A small smile tugged at his mouth before he could stop it. âNo, it wasnât.â
You waited, giving him time to answer.
Tucker exhaled slowly. âI donât know what I think. I guess Iâm trying not to assume.â
âAssume what?â you asked.
âThat youâd choose me.â
The words settled between you, quiet and honest and too exposed.
Your expression softened when you said his name. âTucker.â
He let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. âI know. It sounds stupid.â
âIt doesnât,â you said.
âIt kind of does,â he said.
âNo,â you said, walking slowly around the bar until you were standing in front of him. âIt sounds like you donât see yourself clearly.â
He looked at you then. Really looked. Your face was still flushed from work, hair coming loose around your cheeks, your eyes tired but warm. There was nothing teasing in them now.
âYou keep acting like Iâm looking past you,â you said, voice soft. âIâm not.â
Tucker went completely still.
You swallowed, a little nervous now, and somehow that made the words hit even harder. âI saw all of them first. I still looked at you.â
For a second, Tucker couldnât speak. Heâd imagined you saying a lot of things. Not that. Never that.
â[Y/N],â Tucker said quietly.
Your smile wobbled slightly. âToo much?â
âNo,â he said, voice rough. âNo, not too much.â
Della chose that moment to appear from the back, took one look at the two of you, and turned right back around. âI forgot absolutely nothing. Continue.â
You laughed, breaking the tension just enough for Tucker to breathe again.
He stood and grabbed his coat. âLet me walk you home.â
Your eyes lifted to his, softer now. âOkay.â
Outside, the cold air hit your face, and you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. Tucker walked beside you, close enough for your shoulders to brush every few steps, but not close enough to crowd you. The streets around Briar were quieter now, wrapped in the kind of late-night stillness that made every little sound feel louder â your shoes on the sidewalk, Tuckerâs breath in the cold, the distant noise from another bar down the street.
For a minute, neither of you said anything, and then you laughed softly.
Tucker looked over at you. âWhat?â
âI just realized I basically confessed to you in front of a bar counter that still smelled like spilled beer.â
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. âVery romantic.â
âIâve always been known for my elegance.â
âYou did knock over four glasses the first night I met you.â
âThree,â you said, pointing at him. âIt was three.â
âOne almost fell off the counter,â he said. âIâm counting it.â
âYouâre cruel,â you said, trying not to smile.
âI did help.â
âYou did,â you said, your voice softening. âThatâs why I remembered you.â
Tuckerâs chest tightened at that.
You kept walking for a few more steps before adding, âEveryone else laughed. Not in a mean way, but still. You just helped.â
âIt wasnât exactly heroic.â
âIt was to me,â you said quietly.
He didnât know what to do with that, so he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked down at the sidewalk like it might tell him what to say.
You smiled at him, and somehow Tucker felt it even without looking.
By the time you reached your apartment building, the tension had changed shape again. It was still soft, still warm, but there was something electric underneath it now, something that had been building for weeks across bar counters, half-finished conversations, and every smile youâd given him like it wasnât ruining his day in the best way.
You stopped when you reached the door.
âThis is me,â you said.
Tucker nodded, like he knew that and still wasnât ready to leave. âYeah.â
Neither of you moved. Then you looked up at him. âDo you want to come in?â
His eyes lifted to yours. The question was quiet, but there was nothing unclear about it.
Tuckerâs voice dropped when he asked, âDo you want me to?â
You stepped closer, your eyes still on his. âYes.â
That was all Tucker needed.
The elevator ride was silent, broken only by your uneven breathing and the small ding of each floor passing. Tucker stood beside you with his hands at his sides, not touching you yet, though the restraint in him was obvious. You could feel it â in the tight line of his jaw, in the way his eyes kept flicking to your mouth before he forced them away, in the way he seemed to be waiting until you were somewhere private before letting himself want you properly.
Somehow, it only made you want him more.
Your apartment was small and warm, a little messy in a way that made you immediately wince as you unlocked the door.
âDonât judge,â you said as you stepped inside. âI wasnât expecting company.â
Tucker looked around at the books stacked on the coffee table, the blanket slipping off the couch, the mug in the sink, and the tiny lamp glowing in the corner before looking back at you.
âI like it,â he said softly.
You smiled at him. âYouâre very easy to impress.â
âOnly when itâs you,â he said.
The words were quiet and simple, and they stole the air from your chest.
You closed the door behind him, then turned the lock.
Tuckerâs eyes dropped to the movement, and his expression shifted. When he looked back at you, something had changed. He was still Tucker â still warm, still steady â but the softness in him had sharpened into something more focused.
You swallowed, voice suddenly smaller. âHi.â
His mouth curved, just barely. âHi.â
âYouâre standing very far away,â you said.
âIâm trying to be respectful,â he said.
You stepped closer, eyes on his. âYou can stop.â
His eyes darkened at that. âYeah?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice.
Tucker moved then, closing the small space between you in two steps. His hand came up to your jaw, gentle at first, like he was giving you one last second to lean away.
You leaned into his touch.
After that, the kiss wasnât gentle. It was warm, deep, and immediate, like weeks of almosts had finally found somewhere to land. Tuckerâs hand slid into your hair, the other settling at your waist as he pulled you close enough for your chest to press against his. A soft sound slipped out against his mouth, and Tuckerâs grip tightened.
âThere you are,â Tucker murmured against your mouth.
Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice.
You kissed him harder, your hands sliding up his chest and feeling the solid warmth of him beneath his jacket. Tucker walked you back until your spine met the wall near the door, his body caging yours in without ever making you feel trapped.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this,â he said, his mouth brushing your jaw.
Your head tipped back as his lips moved to your neck. âI wanted you to.â
His hand tightened briefly at your waist.
âYeah?â His voice dropped lower. âWanted me to walk you home?â
âYes,â you breathed.
âWanted me to come upstairs too?â
âYes,â you breathed.
His mouth hovered near your ear, voice low. âWanted me to touch you?â
Your breath caught before you could answer. âTuckââ
He kissed the spot just beneath your jaw, pulling a sound from you that was almost a whimper.
His voice went rough. âSay it.â
You swallowed, your fingers curling into his shirt. âYes. I wanted you to touch me.â
He groaned, low and restrained, before his mouth found yours again, hungrier this time. Your hands pushed at his jacket, clumsy with urgency, and Tucker helped you pull it off before shrugging out of it and tossing it somewhere near the couch.
You laughed breathlessly as it knocked into a chair.
âSorry,â you breathed.
âDonât care,â Tucker murmured, already kissing you again.
Your back hit the wall hard enough to make your whole body light up, but not enough to hurt. Tuckerâs thigh slid between yours, and the second you rocked down against it without thinking, his hand tightened on your hip.
âFuck,â he breathed against your mouth. âYouâre going to make me forget how to be nice.â
Your lips curved against his. âMaybe I donât want nice.â
His eyes lifted to yours, and there it was again â that quiet intensity.
âI can do both,â Tucker said, voice low.
The words went straight through you, sharp and warm all at once.
His hands slipped beneath your shirt, his palms warm against your skin. He touched you slowly at first, almost reverent, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you. Then your hips moved against his thigh again, and his control slipped just enough that his fingers pressed into your waist.
âYouâre so pretty,â he murmured, voice rough. âIâve been thinking that since the first night.â
âWhen I dropped the glasses?â you asked.
âEspecially then,â he said, like it was obvious.
You laughed, only for it to break into a gasp when his mouth found your neck again, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the spot.
âTucker,â you breathed.
âI know,â he murmured, his hand moving higher until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast through your bra. âTell me if you want me to stop.â
You shook your head quickly, voice barely steady. âNo.â
âNo?â he asked, voice low.
âDonât stop,â you whispered.
His eyes darkened at that, and then he kissed you like those words had undone something in him. The warm, steady Tucker from Maloneâs was still there, but this version of him felt different â more confident, more direct. His hands knew exactly where they wanted to go, his mouth knew how to make you melt, and every quiet groan he gave you made your knees a little less reliable.
He pushed your shirt up slowly, and you lifted your arms for him. The second your shirt hit the floor, his gaze dropped to your chest, and his jaw flexed.
âJesus,â he breathed.
You almost made a joke. Almost. But the way he looked at you made it hard to hide behind one.
His hands came up to cover your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing slowly over the thin fabric. Your back arched off the wall as a soft moan slipped out before you could stop it.
Tuckerâs mouth parted slightly, his voice rough. âDonât hide that.â
âWhat?â you breathed.
âThose sounds,â he said, his thumb moving again just to make your breath catch. âI want to hear them.â
Your cheeks warmed, but your body answered before your mouth could, another quiet whimper slipping out when he leaned down and kissed the top of your breast.
âLike that?â Tucker asked, voice low.
âYes,â you breathed, your fingers tightening in his shirt. âLike that.â
He undid your bra carefully, sliding the straps down your arms before letting it fall between you. His eyes moved over you more slowly this time, and something about the softness in his face made your chest ache.
Then his mouth closed around your nipple, pulling a moan from you as your head knocked back against the wall.
Tucker groaned against your skin, one hand firm at your waist while the other covered your breast, fingers rolling your nipple until you started shifting against him, needy and restless.
âYouâre so responsive,â Tucker murmured, kissing across your chest. âDo you have any idea what that does to me?â
You swallowed, surprising yourself with how steady it sounded. âTell me.â
His eyes flicked up, and for a second, he looked surprised. Then his expression shifted, a small, almost dangerous smile tugging at his mouth.
âIt makes me want to take my time,â he said, voice low. âMakes me want to find out every way to make you sound like that again.â
Your thighs pressed together, and Tucker noticed immediately. Of course he did. His hand slid down your stomach, fingers pausing at the button of your jeans.
âCan I?â he asked, voice low.
âYes,â you whispered.
He unbuttoned your jeans slowly, eyes fixed on your face as he pushed the denim down your hips. You kicked them off awkwardly, nearly tripping in the process, and Tucker caught you with a quiet laugh, his hands steady on your waist.
âStill clumsy,â he murmured.
âYouâre very distracting,â you said.
âGood,â he murmured.
You were about to answer, but then his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and every thought disappeared.
He touched you over your panties first, two fingers pressing against the wet fabric, and his breath caught.
âFuck,â he breathed. âYouâre wet.â
Your face burned at the way he said it. âYou sound surprised.â
âIâm not,â he said, fingers moving slowly over your clit through the soaked material. âJust trying to process the fact that you wanted me this badly.â
âI did,â you whispered.
The admission came out soft and honest.
Tuckerâs eyes lifted to yours. You held his gaze, even though it made you feel exposed.
âI wanted you,â you said again, softer this time.
Something shifted in his face. Then he kissed you hard, fingers pushing your underwear aside and sliding through your wetness. The first touch of his skin against your cunt pulled a gasp from you, your hips bucking toward his hand before you could stop them.
âThere you go,â he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. âThatâs what I wanted.â
His fingers circled your clit slowly, steady and precise, and you clung to his shoulders as pleasure sparked low in your stomach.
âTuck,â you whimpered, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
âRight here,â he murmured, his forehead touching yours. âIâve got you.â
He slid one finger into you, eyes fixed on the way your lips parted, then added another when your hips rolled against his hand. The stretch pulled a louder moan from you, and Tuckerâs jaw tightened like the sound was testing every bit of his restraint.
âFuck,â he breathed, voice rough. âYou sound so pretty.â
His touch grew deeper and more deliberate, his thumb finding you again as you stayed pressed against the wall, nearly bare while Tucker was still fully dressed. The imbalance should have made you embarrassed.
It didnât. Not with him looking at you like that, not with his hand between your thighs, his mouth at your jaw, and his voice low in your ear.
âTell me what feels good,â he murmured.
Your breath shook around the answer. âYour fingers.â
âYeah?â he murmured.
âYes,â you breathed, gripping his shirt tighter. âRight there. Donât stop.â
His fingers curled again, and a moan broke from you into the quiet room.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, voice rough. âLet me hear you.â
The pleasure built faster than you expected, heat tightening through your stomach and thighs, but just before it could break, Tucker pulled his fingers away.
A frustrated sound slipped out of you. âWhyââ
He dropped to his knees, and your mouth went dry as Tucker looked up at you from the floor, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs.
âIâm not done with you yet.â It should not have sounded as hot as it did.
Then he pulled your underwear down, slow and deliberate, before lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.
âTucker,â you breathed, fingers tightening in his hair.
His mouth pressed against the inside of your thigh. âHold onto me.â
Your fingers slid into his hair, and then his mouth found your cunt.
The first stroke of his tongue made your whole body jerk, a sharp moan slipping out as his hands tightened on your thighs. He ate you like heâd been waiting weeks for it, slow and deep at first, tongue dragging through your wetness before flattening over your clit.
âOh my god,â you gasped.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your knees buckle slightly, and Tucker held you up.
His mouth worked over you with a patience that felt almost unfair, tongue circling your clit, lips sucking softly while his fingers dug into your thigh every time you tugged his hair. You could feel how wet you were, could hear it too, and the sound made your face burn even as your hips started moving against his mouth.
âTuckâfuck, right there,â you gasped.
He groaned like the words had gone straight through him, focusing there until the pleasure turned sharp and bright. Your head fell back against the wall, one hand still buried in his hair while the other braced beside you.
You were close, close enough that your thighs started trembling.
âTucker,â you gasped. âIâmââ
He didnât stop. He didnât slow down. He only held you tighter, mouth sealed over your clit until you came with a broken moan, hips jerking against him as pleasure rolled through you. He stayed with you through it, easing the pressure when you started to shake and pressing kisses to your inner thigh when you finally whimpered from the sensitivity.
When he stood again, his mouth was wet and his eyes were dark.
You could only stare at him.
He wiped his thumb across his lower lip before leaning in to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as Tucker made a rough sound against you.
âBedroom,â he said, voice rough.
You nodded quickly.
The walk there was not graceful. You bumped into the side table, Tucker knocked into the doorframe, and you both laughed against each otherâs mouths until the laughter turned into another kiss the second you reached your room.
Tucker pulled his shirt off, and you finally got to touch him properly.
He was warm beneath your palms, solid and broad, and his stomach tightened when your fingers dragged lower toward his belt.
âYou okay?â you asked, a small smile tugging at your mouth.
His eyes met yours, dark and unsteady. âIâve been better.â
You laughed, but then your hand brushed over the hard outline of him through his jeans, and his smile vanished.
âOh,â you whispered, your smile fading too.
Tucker caught your wrist gently, his voice rough. âCareful.â
You looked up at him, pulse jumping. âOr what?â
His expression shifted again, that quiet confidence settling over him like he knew exactly what you were doing.
âOr Iâm gonna fuck you against that wall before we even make it to the bed.â
Your stomach dropped, but you held his gaze. âMaybe Iâd like that.â
For a second, neither of you moved. Then Tucker kissed you hard enough that you stumbled backward.
Your back hit the bedroom wall, his body pressing close while his hands lifted you by the backs of your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, and Tucker groaned when you rolled your hips against him.
âCondom?â he asked, his voice strained.
âNightstand,â you said, breathless.
He carried you to the nightstand just long enough to grab one before returning you to the wall, laughing low when you kissed his neck impatiently.
âEager,â he murmured.
âYouâre the one who mentioned the wall,â you said.
âI did,â he said, voice low.
âThen stop talking,â you breathed.
Tuckerâs mouth curved, slow and dangerous. âYes, maâam.â
He shoved his jeans down just enough to roll the condom on, then stepped between your thighs again, one hand sliding over your hip while his other arm kept you steady against the wall.
The head of his cock brushed through your wetness, and for a second, both of you went quiet.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, voice barely steady. âTuck.â
His forehead pressed to yours. âI know.â
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open while holding you like you were something precious and something he wanted badly enough to ruin all at once. The angle was intense, your back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his body doing all the work as he filled you completely.
Your mouth fell open, breath catching in your throat.
Tucker groaned, the sound rough against your mouth. âFuck, you feel good.â
âYou too,â you breathed, fingers digging into his shoulders. âYou feel so good.â
His eyes squeezed shut for a second before he started moving. Slow at first. Controlled. Deep enough that every thrust stole your breath, his hips pinning you to the wall while his hands kept you steady. You were still sensitive from his mouth, still wet and aching, and every drag of his cock pulled another moan from you.
âTucker,â you gasped.
âI know,â he murmured, his mouth brushing your jaw. âIâve got you.â
âYou keep saying that,â you breathed.
âBecause I do,â he said, voice steady.
Your chest tightened, but then his hips snapped a little harder, and the feeling turned back into heat.
âOh, fuck,â you gasped.
âThere?â he asked, his voice rough.
âYes,â you gasped.
He adjusted his grip, holding you higher before hitting the same spot again, and your head fell back against the wall with a moan.
Tuckerâs eyes locked on your face. âThatâs it.â
His pace built slowly, not rushed but intense, every thrust dragging sounds from you that you couldnât hold back. The wall was cold against your back, his skin hot against yours, and your whole world narrowed to Tuckerâs hands, Tuckerâs mouth, Tuckerâs cock moving inside you like heâd been waiting weeks to prove exactly how well he could ruin you.
âYou have no idea how hard it was,â he murmured against your throat, âwatching you smile at me from across that bar.â
A whimper slipped out of you before you could stop it.
âThinking you were just being nice,â he said, hips driving into yours harder until you gasped. âThinking I was making it up.â
âI wasnât,â you breathed, clinging tighter to his shoulders. âI wasnât looking at them.â
Tuckerâs grip tightened, and you pulled his face to yours, kissing him messily. âI wanted you.â
He groaned against your mouth.
The next thrust nearly tore a cry out of you.
âSay that again,â he rasped.
âI wanted you.â The next thrust hit harder, stealing the rest of the sentence from you. âTuckerââ
âAgain.â
âI wanted you,â you moaned, nails dragging down his shoulders. âI wanted you so badly.â
That broke something in him. His pace turned rougher, still controlled but less careful now, hips snapping into yours as he held you against the wall. You clung to him, moaning his name, letting him hear every gasp and broken sound because he seemed to need them as badly as you needed the way he moved.
âTouch yourself,â he said suddenly, and your breath hitched.
His eyes met yours, dark and intent.
âI want to feel you come around me.â
Your hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and the first circle made your whole body jolt. Tucker cursed, forehead dropping to yours as you clenched around him.
âFuck, thatâs it.â
Your fingers moved faster, clumsy from how badly you were shaking, but the pressure built quickly with him still fucking into you, his voice low and constant in your ear.
âLook at you,â he murmured against your ear. âYouâre so pretty. Doing so good for me.â
Your breath broke.
âCome on, baby.â His grip tightened. âLet me feel it.â
The orgasm hit hard, your body tightening around him as your moan broke into something helpless. Tucker held you through it, thrusting deep and uneven as you pulsed around him, until he followed with a rough groan, hips jerking as he came.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard against your neck, holding you up like letting go was not an option. Then he laughed softly.
You opened your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he said, his mouth brushing your shoulder. âJust thinking Deanâs never going to shut up if he finds out.â
You laughed, still breathless and warm. âThen donât tell him.â
âHeâll know,â Tucker said.
âWhy?â you asked, smiling against his skin.
Tucker pulled back just enough to look at you, his smile softer now. âBecause Iâm not going to be able to stop smiling.â
Your heart did something stupid in your chest.
After that, he carried you to the bed and set you down carefully before disappearing to clean up. When he came back, he had a damp cloth in his hand, cleaning you gently and murmuring an apology when your thighs twitched from sensitivity.
âYou okay?â he asked softly.
You nodded, still a little breathless. âVery okay.â
His mouth curved. âGood.â
He lay beside you, and for a second, a strange shyness settled between you again. Not awkward. Just new.
You turned onto your side to face him. âYou can stay.â
His eyes softened at that. âYeah?â
âIf you want.â
âI want,â he said, without hesitation, and the answer came fast enough to make you smile.
Tucker pulled the blanket over both of you, and you curled into his side like it already felt familiar. His arm came around you, warm and steady, fingers tracing slow lines down your back.
For a while, neither of you said anything. Then you whispered, âI meant it, you know.â
His hand paused against your back. âWhat?â
âI saw all of them,â you said, tilting your head up to look at him. âI still looked at you.â
Tucker stared at you for a second, something tender and disbelieving crossing his face. Then he kissed you, soft this time, slow, like he finally believed you.
The next morning, Tucker woke with your leg thrown over his and your face tucked against his chest.
For a second, he didnât move. He just looked at you â at the sunlight slipping through your curtains, your hair messy against his skin, the tiny crease between your brows like you were arguing with someone in your sleep.
He smiled before he could stop himself, which, as it turned out, was exactly the problem. Because when he finally left your apartment in yesterdayâs clothes and walked into the hockey house just before noon, Dean was sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal.
Dean looked up. Tucker froze. The spoon stopped halfway to Deanâs mouth as a slow, terrible smile spread across his face.
âNo way.â
Tucker sighed. âDonât.â
Logan appeared from the kitchen immediately, because he had a sixth sense for chaos. âWhat? What happened?â
Dean pointed his spoon at Tucker. âOur boy didnât come home last night.â
Garrett looked over from the table, his brows lifting.
Loganâs face lit up. â[Y/N]?â
Tucker tried to walk past them. âIâm leaving.â
âYou just got here,â Dean said, delighted.
âThen Iâm leaving again.â
Garrett laughed under his breath. âGood for you, man.â
That was somehow worse than the teasing. Tucker shook his head, but he was smiling, and Dean noticed, because Dean noticed everything that made life unbearable.
âOh, he likes her likes her.â
âShut up.â
Logan grinned, leaning in like this was the best news heâd heard all week. âDid she finally get tired of waiting for you to make a move?â
Tucker paused at the stairs. Thought about your smile, your apartment, your voice saying, I still looked at you. Then he turned just enough to say, âActually, she made the move.â
The room exploded. Dean yelled, Logan swore, and Garrett laughed properly this time.
Tucker headed upstairs before any of them could ask anything else, but he still heard Dean call after him.
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Plot: You knew your boyfriend lived with his teammates but one day when you needed him most, you remembered they didnât even know you existed.
John Tucker x Engineer Female reader
Warnings: mentions of accidental self-harm, other than that none.
Addi Speaks: I've been thinking of this for a while so I hope you guys like it đđ«°
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Stumbling onto the porch, you fall against the frame and knock on the door.
*Knocking loudly*
Dean swung the door open with an attitude. âCan I help you?â He looks you up and down, taking in how rough you look. âWoah,â he says making a concerned face
âIs John here?â You asked in a hurry, glasses halfway falling off your face while holding your side.
âWhich John?â He asked
âWhat- what do you mean which John?â You deadpanned, using your other arm to keep yourself stable against the door
It felt like time slowed, and you suddenly realized that you and your boyfriend had decided to keep things secret until you were both ready. Unfortunately, you needed him now more than ever and his friends couldnât even point you in his direction.
âThere are two Johnâs hereâ He said confused
âI uh- I might have the wrong house, just-â you held your finger up, adjusted your glasses, and tapped the side of them making the frames light up instantly. âWednesday, Call John.â You said abruptly
Wednesday was like your own personal assistant except she was completely digital. She knew everything about you and the people you surrounded yourself with, only this time, you didnât know who the man in front of you was. She pulled up his profile on one lens and prepared to call your boyfriend on the other.
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Dean looked at you like you were insane. All he could think was, who is this random girl that Iâve never met, asking for one of my best friends? Not to mention she looked like she had just gotten into a car accident and fled the scene. On top of all that she was talking to herself or Wednesday, who the hell is Wednesday? But before Dean could come up with an answer in his mind, the girl's glasses frames turned green and spoke back.
âCalling John.â The monotone voice said.
Dean couldnât believe it. This girl had to be from another planet, right? She literally has foreign technology that responds when she talks to it. Suddenly he heard the back door open, then close.
âLogan is that you?â He yelled toward the back of the house
âYeah!â Logan responded dryly
âUh- thereâs a girl here for you,â he said, looking you up and down with a puzzled expression.
Logan walked to the door, confused. He wasnât expecting anyone so seeing someone he didnât even know caught his attention. He looked at Dean for context but he just raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
âSorry, do I know you?â Logan asked the girl, even more confused now than before.
âThatâs not John.â You said plainly to Dean. Luckily for you, on the last ring, Tucker answered the phone.
âHey baby, whatâs up?â He answered happily
âYou live at 123 Calloway, right?â You said while struggling you keep yourself up
âYeah thatâs my address, you alright darlinâ? You donât sound good,â He said concerned
âWell, Iâm outside and thereâs thisâŠâ You look Dean up and down. âSeemingly⊠large man here and he said there were two Johns that live here. Then some other guy came out thatâs not you, I- I donât know whatâs going on but I need you.â You said sighing in exhaustion
âIâm coming down right now baby, Iâll be there soon. Donât worry,â you could hear the quick shuffling in the background then the tone click.
The two men stared at the girl, trying to take in the situation. Logan was going to ask for her name but before he could, Tucker came flying down the stairs. Stumbling, wearing only a towel, hair absolutely drenched, clearly fresh out of the shower but Tucker would always show up for you. Even if people didnât know you were his.
âOh my god, baby are you okay?â He quickly grabbed the girl and led her inside.
âYou know her?â Logan asked confused
âSheâs my girlfriend of course I know herâ
The two men froze, taking in what he just said. They looked at each other, then back at you.
Tucker said it without realizing but he didnât care about them, he was worried about you.
âWhat happened?â He led you to the couch, trying not to hurt you more.
Wincing, you lie down trying to slowly breathe
âTurns out Iâm also allergic to the type of aluminum Iâve been welding with so Iâm kinda breaking out in hives and I somehow sparked myself pretty bad,â You say coughing âIâm starting to think Iâm allergic to everything, but I finished my project so itâs chill!â You said happily
Tucker sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He turned to Logan and Dean, âCan you grab her some water please?â
âYeah, yeah,â âYeah no problemâ the boys said simultaneously. They hopped out of their daze and scattered toward the kitchen.
He turned back to you and softly grabbed your hand. âBaby you canât keep putting yourself at risk for these projectsâ
âI know but I was so close and this time I fixed it, listen!â You eagerly sat up and tapped your glasses, âWednesday, how am I lookinâ?â You asked
âHello, Mrs. Bennet. You have significant damage to your health at the moment. A second-degree burn to your left side, A small head injury and youâre actively having an allergic reaction. There is an EpiPen approximately 426 ft. to your left, want me to contact the owner?â She politely asked leaving the boy too stunned to speak.
Yes, Tucker had seen your work before but this is the first time itâs worked for longer than five seconds.
He snapped out of it realizing you still needed the EpiPen and ran towards the door. The one Wednesday was referring to was the one you kept in his truck's glove box. He practically leaped down the stairs of the porch, still in his towel, and grabbed the pen, before sprinting back inside.
He came back to Logan and Dean standing over the girl, completely bewildered. How did they manage to keep this relationship a secret for so long they thought. And how has she not blown up all of Briar yet?
Tucker pushed past them, EpiPen in hand, and jammed it into your thigh.
âOh, you son of a bit-â
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Garrett, Hannah & Allie laugh as they walk up to the porch, not knowing the havoc waiting for them behind the door. Garrett opens the door, letting the girls in first.
Allie freezes once she sees whatâs going on. âum guysâŠâ she taps Hannah and points toward the scene of the three boys trying to help you.
âWhat the hell happened? We were only gone for like two hours,â Garrett asks staring at the chaos unfolding in his living room
âTuckerâs girlfriend almost killed herself!â Dean says like heâs confessing to a crime, while patting a cold towel on your head
âI did NOT almost kill myself.â You snatch the towel from him and swat his hands away
Dean throws his hands up in defense and turns to Logan
Logan turns toward the group, âShe definitely almost killed herself,â
âIâm sorry I think I missed the part where Tucker told us he had a girlfriendâ Garrett says accentuating his hand motions
âYeah we all missed that part g,â Dean said, turning everyoneâs attention toward the couple.
You and Tucker looked at each other before responding.
You leaned in and whispered softly, âYou think we can still run?â He laughed and shoved your shoulder
âYeah youâre not running anywhereâ he chuckles, shaking his head and pushing you back down on the couch.
He stands up and looks towards the group
âListen, I swear I was going to tell you guys sooner but weâve both been really busy. Between games, practice, and her engineering classes we barely even have time to go on dates. We wanted to tell you when we were ready.â He stated honestly
âPlus I didnât want you guys to make fun of me because she is out of my league. I mean she is but thatâs not the point. I just⊠didnât want to be the butt end of the joke for once.â Tucker looked at his friends who all had this forlorn look on their faces.
âOh, Tuck.â Allie started but she felt so bad, she stopped.
âDude,â Logan spoke. âI think I speak for all of us when I say, we never meant to make you feel that way.â
âYeah, we care about you, bro. We never wanna hurt you.â Dean says
âAnd of course weâre gonna say sheâs out of your league dude. Have you looked around? Weâre all dating out of our league.â Garrett said with a smile causing everyone to laugh
âSorry, can I ask why youâre half naked?â Hannah says
âThatâs mostly my faultâŠâ You say laughing. âYou all missed me showing up here like I just survived a natural disaster.â
âYeah I had just showered when she called,â Tucker says smiling down at you
âOh yeah, um what the actual fuck was that btw? One, you called Tucker from your glasses, and two I still donât know who Wednesday is,â Dean says in a baffled tone.
âItâs the project Iâve been working on, sheâs my own personal Siri but like 20x more advanced. She knows everything about me. Sheâll tell me my blood sugar, if my heart rate is getting high and if I ask her to, sheâll tell me about you guys as well.â You tell the group
âWait⊠she can tell you about us without you knowing us first?â Hannah asks clearly catching her attention
âYup, like when I got here, I didnât know what Dean looked like. John obviously told me your names but I didnât have faces to put to them. With Wednesday she told me his full name, height, weight, and a couple of other things.â You stated proudly
They all stood there, stunned, silent.
âDude⊠youâre dating female Tony Stark,â Dean says clapping Tucker on the back
âOh Iâm definitely calling you Pepper now,â Logan says laughing
âThatâs fine, as long as you donât dieâ Tucker says turning back to you
âWeâll see, I wanna make a watch version nextâ you say looking at him with a smirk.
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Plot: You knew your boyfriend lived with his teammates but one day when you needed him most, you remembered they didnât even know you existed.
John Tucker x Engineer Female reader
Warnings: mentions of accidental self-harm, other than that none.
Addi Speaks: I've been thinking of this for a while so I hope you guys like it đđ«°
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Stumbling onto the porch, you fall against the frame and knock on the door.
*Knocking loudly*
Dean swung the door open with an attitude. âCan I help you?â He looks you up and down, taking in how rough you look. âWoah,â he says making a concerned face
âIs John here?â You asked in a hurry, glasses halfway falling off your face while holding your side.
âWhich John?â He asked
âWhat- what do you mean which John?â You deadpanned, using your other arm to keep yourself stable against the door
It felt like time slowed, and you suddenly realized that you and your boyfriend had decided to keep things secret until you were both ready. Unfortunately, you needed him now more than ever and his friends couldnât even point you in his direction.
âThere are two Johnâs hereâ He said confused
âI uh- I might have the wrong house, just-â you held your finger up, adjusted your glasses, and tapped the side of them making the frames light up instantly. âWednesday, Call John.â You said abruptly
Wednesday was like your own personal assistant except she was completely digital. She knew everything about you and the people you surrounded yourself with, only this time, you didnât know who the man in front of you was. She pulled up his profile on one lens and prepared to call your boyfriend on the other.
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Dean looked at you like you were insane. All he could think was, who is this random girl that Iâve never met, asking for one of my best friends? Not to mention she looked like she had just gotten into a car accident and fled the scene. On top of all that she was talking to herself or Wednesday, who the hell is Wednesday? But before Dean could come up with an answer in his mind, the girl's glasses frames turned green and spoke back.
âCalling John.â The monotone voice said.
Dean couldnât believe it. This girl had to be from another planet, right? She literally has foreign technology that responds when she talks to it. Suddenly he heard the back door open, then close.
âLogan is that you?â He yelled toward the back of the house
âYeah!â Logan responded dryly
âUh- thereâs a girl here for you,â he said, looking you up and down with a puzzled expression.
Logan walked to the door, confused. He wasnât expecting anyone so seeing someone he didnât even know caught his attention. He looked at Dean for context but he just raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
âSorry, do I know you?â Logan asked the girl, even more confused now than before.
âThatâs not John.â You said plainly to Dean. Luckily for you, on the last ring, Tucker answered the phone.
âHey baby, whatâs up?â He answered happily
âYou live at 123 Calloway, right?â You said while struggling you keep yourself up
âYeah thatâs my address, you alright darlinâ? You donât sound good,â He said concerned
âWell, Iâm outside and thereâs thisâŠâ You look Dean up and down. âSeemingly⊠large man here and he said there were two Johns that live here. Then some other guy came out thatâs not you, I- I donât know whatâs going on but I need you.â You said sighing in exhaustion
âIâm coming down right now baby, Iâll be there soon. Donât worry,â you could hear the quick shuffling in the background then the tone click.
The two men stared at the girl, trying to take in the situation. Logan was going to ask for her name but before he could, Tucker came flying down the stairs. Stumbling, wearing only a towel, hair absolutely drenched, clearly fresh out of the shower but Tucker would always show up for you. Even if people didnât know you were his.
âOh my god, baby are you okay?â He quickly grabbed the girl and led her inside.
âYou know her?â Logan asked confused
âSheâs my girlfriend of course I know herâ
The two men froze, taking in what he just said. They looked at each other, then back at you.
Tucker said it without realizing but he didnât care about them, he was worried about you.
âWhat happened?â He led you to the couch, trying not to hurt you more.
Wincing, you lie down trying to slowly breathe
âTurns out Iâm also allergic to the type of aluminum Iâve been welding with so Iâm kinda breaking out in hives and I somehow sparked myself pretty bad,â You say coughing âIâm starting to think Iâm allergic to everything, but I finished my project so itâs chill!â You said happily
Tucker sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He turned to Logan and Dean, âCan you grab her some water please?â
âYeah, yeah,â âYeah no problemâ the boys said simultaneously. They hopped out of their daze and scattered toward the kitchen.
He turned back to you and softly grabbed your hand. âBaby you canât keep putting yourself at risk for these projectsâ
âI know but I was so close and this time I fixed it, listen!â You eagerly sat up and tapped your glasses, âWednesday, how am I lookinâ?â You asked
âHello, Mrs. Bennet. You have significant damage to your health at the moment. A second-degree burn to your left side, A small head injury and youâre actively having an allergic reaction. There is an EpiPen approximately 426 ft. to your left, want me to contact the owner?â She politely asked leaving the boy too stunned to speak.
Yes, Tucker had seen your work before but this is the first time itâs worked for longer than five seconds.
He snapped out of it realizing you still needed the EpiPen and ran towards the door. The one Wednesday was referring to was the one you kept in his truck's glove box. He practically leaped down the stairs of the porch, still in his towel, and grabbed the pen, before sprinting back inside.
He came back to Logan and Dean standing over the girl, completely bewildered. How did they manage to keep this relationship a secret for so long they thought. And how has she not blown up all of Briar yet?
Tucker pushed past them, EpiPen in hand, and jammed it into your thigh.
âOh, you son of a bit-â
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Garrett, Hannah & Allie laugh as they walk up to the porch, not knowing the havoc waiting for them behind the door. Garrett opens the door, letting the girls in first.
Allie freezes once she sees whatâs going on. âum guysâŠâ she taps Hannah and points toward the scene of the three boys trying to help you.
âWhat the hell happened? We were only gone for like two hours,â Garrett asks staring at the chaos unfolding in his living room
âTuckerâs girlfriend almost killed herself!â Dean says like heâs confessing to a crime, while patting a cold towel on your head
âI did NOT almost kill myself.â You snatch the towel from him and swat his hands away
Dean throws his hands up in defense and turns to Logan
Logan turns toward the group, âShe definitely almost killed herself,â
âIâm sorry I think I missed the part where Tucker told us he had a girlfriendâ Garrett says accentuating his hand motions
âYeah we all missed that part g,â Dean said, turning everyoneâs attention toward the couple.
You and Tucker looked at each other before responding.
You leaned in and whispered softly, âYou think we can still run?â He laughed and shoved your shoulder
âYeah youâre not running anywhereâ he chuckles, shaking his head and pushing you back down on the couch.
He stands up and looks towards the group
âListen, I swear I was going to tell you guys sooner but weâve both been really busy. Between games, practice, and her engineering classes we barely even have time to go on dates. We wanted to tell you when we were ready.â He stated honestly
âPlus I didnât want you guys to make fun of me because she is out of my league. I mean she is but thatâs not the point. I just⊠didnât want to be the butt end of the joke for once.â Tucker looked at his friends who all had this forlorn look on their faces.
âOh, Tuck.â Allie started but she felt so bad, she stopped.
âDude,â Logan spoke. âI think I speak for all of us when I say, we never meant to make you feel that way.â
âYeah, we care about you, bro. We never wanna hurt you.â Dean says
âAnd of course weâre gonna say sheâs out of your league dude. Have you looked around? Weâre all dating out of our league.â Garrett said with a smile causing everyone to laugh
âSorry, can I ask why youâre half naked?â Hannah says
âThatâs mostly my faultâŠâ You say laughing. âYou all missed me showing up here like I just survived a natural disaster.â
âYeah I had just showered when she called,â Tucker says smiling down at you
âOh yeah, um what the actual fuck was that btw? One, you called Tucker from your glasses, and two I still donât know who Wednesday is,â Dean says in a baffled tone.
âItâs the project Iâve been working on, sheâs my own personal Siri but like 20x more advanced. She knows everything about me. Sheâll tell me my blood sugar, if my heart rate is getting high and if I ask her to, sheâll tell me about you guys as well.â You tell the group
âWait⊠she can tell you about us without you knowing us first?â Hannah asks clearly catching her attention
âYup, like when I got here, I didnât know what Dean looked like. John obviously told me your names but I didnât have faces to put to them. With Wednesday she told me his full name, height, weight, and a couple of other things.â You stated proudly
They all stood there, stunned, silent.
âDude⊠youâre dating female Tony Stark,â Dean says clapping Tucker on the back
âOh Iâm definitely calling you Pepper now,â Logan says laughing
âThatâs fine, as long as you donât dieâ Tucker says turning back to you
âWeâll see, I wanna make a watch version nextâ you say looking at him with a smirk.
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authorâs note đ requested by @myst3ryin0rperated đ this ended up being way longer than planned, but honestly? tuck deserves the attention. i love parts of this, but iâm also not fully sure how i feel about it yet, so iâd love to know what you think <3
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The first time Tucker saw you, you almost took out an entire row of glasses at Maloneâs. Not one, not two, but an entire row.
It happened on a Friday night, which meant the bar was already packed with students pretending they didnât have assignments due, hockey players pretending they werenât exhausted from practice, and Della behind the counter pretending she wasnât five seconds away from throwing someone out for ordering another round only to forget what theyâd asked for immediately.
You were new, and that much was obvious. Not because you were bad at the job, exactly, but because you still had the bright, nervous energy of someone who hadnât yet learned that Maloneâs on a Friday night was less a bar and more a sticky-floored battlefield.
You came out from behind the counter with a tray balanced carefully in both hands, brows pinched in concentration as your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were wearing black jeans and a Maloneâs blue shirt, your hair pulled back messily, as if youâd done it in a rush, and Tucker found himself noticing you before he could think better of it.
He noticed the way you smiled at a customer who was definitely being too loud. He noticed the way you thanked Della twice when she moved around you. He noticed how hard you were trying to do everything right.
And then you set the tray down on the bar too quickly, caught the edge of a napkin holder, and sent three clean glasses tipping into each other with a loud, terrible clatter.
Everyone at the table flinched. Dean was the first to turn around, Garrettâs attention snapped away from whatever Hannah was saying, and Logan started laughing before heâd even fully figured out what had happened.
You froze immediately.
âOh my god,â you said, hands flying up like you were surrendering to the glasses. âIâm so sorry. I swear Iâm usually less of a disaster when no oneâs watching.â
Della sighed, though there was already affection in it. âSweetheart, nobody expects grace here. Just survival.â
Dean grinned from the booth where he sat with the boys. âTen out of ten entrance.â
Garrett kicked him under the table without even looking at him.
You winced, cheeks burning, and immediately started gathering the glasses before any of them could fall off the bar.
Tucker was on his feet before heâd even thought about moving.
âHere,â he said, already grabbing a stack of napkins from the end of the counter and stepping closer. âI got it.â
You looked up at him, startled, like you hadnât expected someone to help instead of laugh. Something weird shifted in Tuckerâs chest.
âOh,â you said, your voice softening. âThank you.â
âDonât worry about it,â he said, steadying one of the glasses before it could roll off the edge. He gave you a small smile. âFirst Friday?â
âIs it that obvious?â
âOnly a little,â he said, smile tugging at his mouth.
Your mouth curved into an embarrassed but sweet smile, and Tucker noticed the way your whole face seemed to warm with it.
Dean, because of course he did, leaned over the booth and said, âCareful, Tuck. She might make you work for free.â
You glanced between them, your smile still lingering. âTuck?â
âTucker,â he said, handing over the glass heâd rescued. âJohn Tucker.â
You took it from him, your fingers brushing against his for half a second.
âIâm [Y/N],â you said. Then you looked down at the glasses, sighed, and added, âApparently also a public safety hazard.â
Tucker laughed, not because it was that funny, though it was, but because you were smiling at him like you were happy he had.
That was the first thing Tucker noticed. Not that you were the prettiest girl in the room, though you were. Not that you were the clumsy new waitress, though the boys would absolutely bring that up later. Not even that you were the transfer student Hannah had mentioned once, the one whoâd started working at Maloneâs because she needed extra money, and Della liked hiring people she could boss around.
The first thing was that you looked at Tucker like he was the one you were talking to â not the guy beside Dean, not Garrettâs friend, not one of the hockey boys. Him.
It was a stupid thing to notice, so of course Tucker noticed.
Over the next few weeks, you became part of Maloneâs the way some people became part of a song â slowly at first, then all at once.
You were there on Fridays and sometimes Saturdays, always with your hair tied back in a way that never lasted more than an hour before pieces started falling loose around your face. You learned the regularsâ orders faster than anyone expected. You learned Dellaâs moods, learned that Dean always said he wanted something different before ordering the same beer anyway, that Logan would steal fries from whoever sat too close, that Garrett was polite because Hannah elbowed him when he forgot, and that Allie always tipped too much because she knew what the job felt like.
And Tucker â you learned his drink by the third Friday. That shouldnât have affected him. It did anyway.
âYou want the usual?â you asked, already reaching for it as he and the boys slid into their booth after the game.
Dean stopped mid-sentence and turned slowly toward Tucker, wearing the most irritating smile imaginable. Logan looked absolutely delighted. Garrett looked like he was trying very hard not to seem delighted. Tucker ignored every single one of them.
âYou remembered?â he asked, which was the wrong thing to say because it made him sound surprised.
You blinked at him, then smiled. âYou order the same thing every time.â
âSo does Dean,â Tucker said.
âYeah, but Dean changes his mind three times before going back to the same thing. You have to prepare for that emotionally.â
Garrett laughed quietly into his drink.
Dean put a hand over his chest. âI feel attacked.â
âYou should,â Allie said, appearing beside him like sheâd been summoned by the opportunity to tease him. âIt was accurate.â
You grinned and slid Tucker his drink first, and he hated how quickly he liked itâhated how his eyes followed you when you walked away to help another table. Hated even more that Dean noticed immediately.
âOh, youâre so in trouble.â
Tucker glanced at him. âShut up.â
âI didnât even say anything specific,â Dean said.
âYou didnât need to.â
Logan leaned forward, as if this were crucial evidence. âShe gave you your drink first.â
âBecause I was sitting closest.â
âYou werenât,â Garrett said.
Tucker shot him a look. âArenât you supposed to be mature now?â
Garrett shrugged, his arm around Hannah. âIâm in a relationship, not dead.â
Across the room, you laughed at something Della said, nearly dropped a pen, caught it against your chest, and looked far too proud of yourself for saving it.
Tucker tried not to smile, and failed.
Dean pointed at Tuckerâs face as heâd just found evidence. âThat. Right there. Thatâs pathetic.â
Tucker picked up his drink, unimpressed. âYouâre literally dating Allie.â
âYes, and I became pathetic in public. Itâs part of the process.â
âIâm not becoming anything,â Tucker said.
âSure,â Dean said.
Tucker knew exactly what they thought.
He knew how it looked: new girl, pretty smile, sweet enough to make everyone in the room feel like she was happy to see them. Of course, he liked her. Everyone probably liked her. You were the kind of person people noticed because you made it easy for them. You asked questions, laughed without trying to seem cool, apologized to chairs when you bumped into them, and once gave a drunk sophomore a full pep talk because he looked sad over mozzarella sticks.
You were sunshine in a place that mostly smelled like beer and fried food.
Tucker told himself that was all it was: you were friendly, and he was interested because of it. It didnât mean you were interested back.
Girls usually went for guys like Dean: loud, confident, easy to flirt with because he did half the work for them. Or Garrett, with the captain thing and that accidental golden-boy charm, even though Hannah would probably murder anyone who tried. Or Logan, who looked like trouble and knew exactly how to make it work.
Tucker was the nice one, the safe one, the one girls asked to hold their coats while they danced with someone else.
Heâd made peace with that a long time ago â mostly. Then, on the fourth Friday, you proved you were going to be a problem.
It was later than usual, with the crowd thinning out around midnight and the booths left sticky and half-empty. Tucker had ended up at the bar while the others argued over whether to go back to the house or order food. You were wiping down the counter with your sleeves pushed up, cheeks flushed from the long shift.
âYouâre staring again,â you said, not even looking up.
Tucker blinked at you. âWhat?â
You glanced at him, eyes bright with amusement. âI said youâre staring.â
âI wasnât,â he said.
âYou were,â you said.
âI was just thinking,â he said.
âAbout the counter?â you asked.
âItâs a very interesting counter.â
You smiled, and Tucker felt stupidly pleased with himself for being the reason.
âYou always do that,â you said, still smiling.
âStare at counters?â he asked.
âNo,â you said, leaning your hip against the bar. âMake jokes when I catch you looking at me.â
Tuckerâs throat went dry.
That wasnât fair. You couldnât look that sweet and then say things like that.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
You hummed like you didnât believe him, which was fair, considering he sounded ridiculous.
Dean appeared at Tuckerâs shoulder at the worst possible time, because of course he did. âHe never does.â
Tucker closed his eyes like he was praying for patience. âGo away.â
Dean grinned at you because, apparently, subtlety had never been an option. âHas he asked you out yet?â
Tuckerâs head snapped toward Dean. âJesus Christ.â
You froze for half a second before your face went pink.
Dean looked like Christmas had just come early.
âOh,â Dean said slowly, looking far too pleased. âInteresting.â
âDean,â Tucker said, warning clear in his voice.
You cleared your throat and turned back to the counter, trying to hide your smile. âDoes he need help with that?â
Tucker stared at you, Dean made a sound like heâd been shot, and Garrett yelled from the booth, âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â Tucker said, far too quickly.
Dean turned back toward the table. âTuckerâs dying.â
âIâm fine,â Tucker said.
You were still smiling down at the counter like you hadnât just caused chaos.
Tucker didnât recover for the rest of the night.
After that, things changed. Not dramatically, and not enough that anyone else wouldâve called it obvious â except maybe Dean, who called everything obvious if it helped him be annoying. But Tucker felt it.
You started lingering near him when the bar slowed down. You leaned across the counter when you talked to him, chin propped in your hand and eyes warm with focus. You asked about his classes. His practices. His stupid sandwich preference after Logan tried to convince you Tucker had âboring taste,â which somehow turned into a ten-minute argument about whether turkey counted as a personality flaw.
You also started touching him. Not much, just enough to ruin him.
Your fingers brushed his wrist when you set down his drink. Your knee bumped his when you sat beside him for five minutes during your break. Your hand landed briefly on his shoulder when you squeezed past him behind the bar, soft and apologetic and completely unnecessary.
Tucker told himself you were probably like that with everyone, right up until he watched you tell Dean to stop leaning over the bar because he was âruining the ecosystem,â and decided maybe you werenât.
By the sixth Friday, Della had started looking at both of you like she knew something neither of you had admitted yet.
That was also the night everything finally clicked into place.
The boys came in late after an away game, tired and loud, their faces flushed from the cold. Hannah and Allie were with them, bundled in coats and already claiming a booth while Dean declared he was starving with the drama of a man who hadnât eaten in years.
You were working closing again, and Tucker tried very hard not to look too happy about that. Failed, probably.
From behind the bar, you caught his eye and smiled so brightly that his chest went warm.
âThe usual?â you asked.
Dean groaned, as if he were personally offended. âThis is disgusting.â
You laughed, confused. âWhat?â
âHeâs smiling like an idiot,â Dean said.
Tucker elbowed him in the side.
You looked at Tucker, smile softening as you asked, âAre you?â
âNo,â Tucker said.
âHe is,â Logan called from the booth.
âHe absolutely is,â Garrett added from the booth.
Tucker stared at Garrett. âYou too?â
Garrett lifted his hands in surrender. âIâm just observing.â
You set his drink down in front of him, fingers brushing his for a second too long. âFor the record, I donât mind.â
Tucker forgot how to speak, and you walked away before he could find a response.
Dean leaned closer, his voice low enough that only Tucker could hear. âIf you donât ask her out tonight, Iâm doing it for you.â
âYou are not doing anything,â Tucker said.
âThen do something,â Dean said.
Tucker looked toward the bar, where you were reaching for a stack of napkins and laughing at something Hannah had said. You nearly knocked over a bottle with your elbow, caught it just in time, and then looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Tucker had. You saw him seeing you, and your nose scrunched with embarrassment. He smiled before he could stop himself.
Dean sighed, as if this were personally exhausting. âGod, you two are unbearable.â
Tucker looked away, like that settled it. âSheâs just friendly.â
Dean stared at him.
âWhat?â
âAre you actually stupid?â
âWow. Very helpful.â
âIâm serious,â Dean said, glancing toward you before looking back at Tucker. âThat girl has been making heart eyes at you for a month.â
âSheâs nice to everyone,â Tucker said.
âShe threatened to pour soda on Logan last week,â Dean said.
Logan looked up from stealing Allieâs fries. âI deserved that.â
Dean continued, with the patience of someone explaining something painfully obvious, âShe likes you.â
Tucker shifted, uncomfortable under the weight of the words. âYou donât know that.â
Deanâs expression softened slightly, which was somehow worse. âTuck.â
âDonât,â Tucker said.
âIâm just saying,â Dean started.
âI know what youâre saying,â Tucker said, his voice coming out lower than he meant. âBut sheâs new. Sheâs nice. And she has all of you literally sitting here every week. Iâm not going to assume sheâs looking at me like that just because I want her to.â
For once, Dean went quiet.
Tucker regretted saying it immediately. Not because it wasnât true, because it was, but because heâd never said it out loud before. And, of course, because timing apparently wasnât on his side, he looked up and saw you standing a few feet away with a tray in your hands, your expression caught somewhere between surprise and something softer.
Tuckerâs stomach dropped. You had heard. Maybe not all of it, but enough.
You blinked once, then gave him a small smile, the kind that didnât quite reach your eyes. âDella said last call.â
Then you turned and walked back to the bar.
Dean leaned back slowly, the teasing finally slipping from his face.
Tucker dragged a hand over his face, guilt hitting all at once. âFuck.â
âYeah,â Dean said, quieter now. âThat one might be on you.â
The next twenty minutes were horrible. You werenât rude, and somehow, that made it worse. You were still sweet when you cleared the table, still smiling when Hannah hugged you goodbye, still telling Logan he couldnât take the basket of fries with him because it was ânot a souvenir.â But you didnât linger near Tucker, didnât brush his hand, didnât smile at him first.
By the time the others left, Dean gave him one very pointed look from the door. Tucker ignored it, mostly because he deserved it.
He stayed behind while you wiped down the bar, sitting at the end with his coat folded beside him like he wasnât sure where else to put himself. Della had disappeared into the back, clearly on purpose, and without the usual noise, the bar felt strange. Softer. Too quiet.
You didnât look at him for a while, and Tucker let you have that.
Eventually, you set the rag down with a sigh. âAre you waiting for Della or me?â
âYou,â he said. You glanced up, and he swallowed. âIf thatâs okay.â
You looked at him for a moment before nodding. âOkay.â
âIâm sorry.â You seemed surprised by that, so Tucker kept going before he could lose his nerve. âFor what I said earlier. You werenât supposed to hear it.â
âWould it be better if I hadnât heard it?â
âNo,â he said, looking down at his hands before meeting your eyes again. âProbably not.â
You crossed your arms and leaned against the bar. âDo you really think Iâm just being nice?â
Tucker hated how gentle your voice was.
âI think you are nice,â he said.
âThatâs not what I asked.â
A small smile tugged at his mouth before he could stop it. âNo, it wasnât.â
You waited, giving him time to answer.
Tucker exhaled slowly. âI donât know what I think. I guess Iâm trying not to assume.â
âAssume what?â you asked.
âThat youâd choose me.â
The words settled between you, quiet and honest and too exposed.
Your expression softened when you said his name. âTucker.â
He let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. âI know. It sounds stupid.â
âIt doesnât,â you said.
âIt kind of does,â he said.
âNo,â you said, walking slowly around the bar until you were standing in front of him. âIt sounds like you donât see yourself clearly.â
He looked at you then. Really looked. Your face was still flushed from work, hair coming loose around your cheeks, your eyes tired but warm. There was nothing teasing in them now.
âYou keep acting like Iâm looking past you,â you said, voice soft. âIâm not.â
Tucker went completely still.
You swallowed, a little nervous now, and somehow that made the words hit even harder. âI saw all of them first. I still looked at you.â
For a second, Tucker couldnât speak. Heâd imagined you saying a lot of things. Not that. Never that.
â[Y/N],â Tucker said quietly.
Your smile wobbled slightly. âToo much?â
âNo,â he said, voice rough. âNo, not too much.â
Della chose that moment to appear from the back, took one look at the two of you, and turned right back around. âI forgot absolutely nothing. Continue.â
You laughed, breaking the tension just enough for Tucker to breathe again.
He stood and grabbed his coat. âLet me walk you home.â
Your eyes lifted to his, softer now. âOkay.â
Outside, the cold air hit your face, and you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. Tucker walked beside you, close enough for your shoulders to brush every few steps, but not close enough to crowd you. The streets around Briar were quieter now, wrapped in the kind of late-night stillness that made every little sound feel louder â your shoes on the sidewalk, Tuckerâs breath in the cold, the distant noise from another bar down the street.
For a minute, neither of you said anything, and then you laughed softly.
Tucker looked over at you. âWhat?â
âI just realized I basically confessed to you in front of a bar counter that still smelled like spilled beer.â
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. âVery romantic.â
âIâve always been known for my elegance.â
âYou did knock over four glasses the first night I met you.â
âThree,â you said, pointing at him. âIt was three.â
âOne almost fell off the counter,â he said. âIâm counting it.â
âYouâre cruel,â you said, trying not to smile.
âI did help.â
âYou did,â you said, your voice softening. âThatâs why I remembered you.â
Tuckerâs chest tightened at that.
You kept walking for a few more steps before adding, âEveryone else laughed. Not in a mean way, but still. You just helped.â
âIt wasnât exactly heroic.â
âIt was to me,â you said quietly.
He didnât know what to do with that, so he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked down at the sidewalk like it might tell him what to say.
You smiled at him, and somehow Tucker felt it even without looking.
By the time you reached your apartment building, the tension had changed shape again. It was still soft, still warm, but there was something electric underneath it now, something that had been building for weeks across bar counters, half-finished conversations, and every smile youâd given him like it wasnât ruining his day in the best way.
You stopped when you reached the door.
âThis is me,â you said.
Tucker nodded, like he knew that and still wasnât ready to leave. âYeah.â
Neither of you moved. Then you looked up at him. âDo you want to come in?â
His eyes lifted to yours. The question was quiet, but there was nothing unclear about it.
Tuckerâs voice dropped when he asked, âDo you want me to?â
You stepped closer, your eyes still on his. âYes.â
That was all Tucker needed.
The elevator ride was silent, broken only by your uneven breathing and the small ding of each floor passing. Tucker stood beside you with his hands at his sides, not touching you yet, though the restraint in him was obvious. You could feel it â in the tight line of his jaw, in the way his eyes kept flicking to your mouth before he forced them away, in the way he seemed to be waiting until you were somewhere private before letting himself want you properly.
Somehow, it only made you want him more.
Your apartment was small and warm, a little messy in a way that made you immediately wince as you unlocked the door.
âDonât judge,â you said as you stepped inside. âI wasnât expecting company.â
Tucker looked around at the books stacked on the coffee table, the blanket slipping off the couch, the mug in the sink, and the tiny lamp glowing in the corner before looking back at you.
âI like it,â he said softly.
You smiled at him. âYouâre very easy to impress.â
âOnly when itâs you,â he said.
The words were quiet and simple, and they stole the air from your chest.
You closed the door behind him, then turned the lock.
Tuckerâs eyes dropped to the movement, and his expression shifted. When he looked back at you, something had changed. He was still Tucker â still warm, still steady â but the softness in him had sharpened into something more focused.
You swallowed, voice suddenly smaller. âHi.â
His mouth curved, just barely. âHi.â
âYouâre standing very far away,â you said.
âIâm trying to be respectful,â he said.
You stepped closer, eyes on his. âYou can stop.â
His eyes darkened at that. âYeah?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice.
Tucker moved then, closing the small space between you in two steps. His hand came up to your jaw, gentle at first, like he was giving you one last second to lean away.
You leaned into his touch.
After that, the kiss wasnât gentle. It was warm, deep, and immediate, like weeks of almosts had finally found somewhere to land. Tuckerâs hand slid into your hair, the other settling at your waist as he pulled you close enough for your chest to press against his. A soft sound slipped out against his mouth, and Tuckerâs grip tightened.
âThere you are,â Tucker murmured against your mouth.
Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice.
You kissed him harder, your hands sliding up his chest and feeling the solid warmth of him beneath his jacket. Tucker walked you back until your spine met the wall near the door, his body caging yours in without ever making you feel trapped.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this,â he said, his mouth brushing your jaw.
Your head tipped back as his lips moved to your neck. âI wanted you to.â
His hand tightened briefly at your waist.
âYeah?â His voice dropped lower. âWanted me to walk you home?â
âYes,â you breathed.
âWanted me to come upstairs too?â
âYes,â you breathed.
His mouth hovered near your ear, voice low. âWanted me to touch you?â
Your breath caught before you could answer. âTuckââ
He kissed the spot just beneath your jaw, pulling a sound from you that was almost a whimper.
His voice went rough. âSay it.â
You swallowed, your fingers curling into his shirt. âYes. I wanted you to touch me.â
He groaned, low and restrained, before his mouth found yours again, hungrier this time. Your hands pushed at his jacket, clumsy with urgency, and Tucker helped you pull it off before shrugging out of it and tossing it somewhere near the couch.
You laughed breathlessly as it knocked into a chair.
âSorry,â you breathed.
âDonât care,â Tucker murmured, already kissing you again.
Your back hit the wall hard enough to make your whole body light up, but not enough to hurt. Tuckerâs thigh slid between yours, and the second you rocked down against it without thinking, his hand tightened on your hip.
âFuck,â he breathed against your mouth. âYouâre going to make me forget how to be nice.â
Your lips curved against his. âMaybe I donât want nice.â
His eyes lifted to yours, and there it was again â that quiet intensity.
âI can do both,â Tucker said, voice low.
The words went straight through you, sharp and warm all at once.
His hands slipped beneath your shirt, his palms warm against your skin. He touched you slowly at first, almost reverent, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you. Then your hips moved against his thigh again, and his control slipped just enough that his fingers pressed into your waist.
âYouâre so pretty,â he murmured, voice rough. âIâve been thinking that since the first night.â
âWhen I dropped the glasses?â you asked.
âEspecially then,â he said, like it was obvious.
You laughed, only for it to break into a gasp when his mouth found your neck again, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the spot.
âTucker,â you breathed.
âI know,â he murmured, his hand moving higher until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast through your bra. âTell me if you want me to stop.â
You shook your head quickly, voice barely steady. âNo.â
âNo?â he asked, voice low.
âDonât stop,â you whispered.
His eyes darkened at that, and then he kissed you like those words had undone something in him. The warm, steady Tucker from Maloneâs was still there, but this version of him felt different â more confident, more direct. His hands knew exactly where they wanted to go, his mouth knew how to make you melt, and every quiet groan he gave you made your knees a little less reliable.
He pushed your shirt up slowly, and you lifted your arms for him. The second your shirt hit the floor, his gaze dropped to your chest, and his jaw flexed.
âJesus,â he breathed.
You almost made a joke. Almost. But the way he looked at you made it hard to hide behind one.
His hands came up to cover your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing slowly over the thin fabric. Your back arched off the wall as a soft moan slipped out before you could stop it.
Tuckerâs mouth parted slightly, his voice rough. âDonât hide that.â
âWhat?â you breathed.
âThose sounds,â he said, his thumb moving again just to make your breath catch. âI want to hear them.â
Your cheeks warmed, but your body answered before your mouth could, another quiet whimper slipping out when he leaned down and kissed the top of your breast.
âLike that?â Tucker asked, voice low.
âYes,â you breathed, your fingers tightening in his shirt. âLike that.â
He undid your bra carefully, sliding the straps down your arms before letting it fall between you. His eyes moved over you more slowly this time, and something about the softness in his face made your chest ache.
Then his mouth closed around your nipple, pulling a moan from you as your head knocked back against the wall.
Tucker groaned against your skin, one hand firm at your waist while the other covered your breast, fingers rolling your nipple until you started shifting against him, needy and restless.
âYouâre so responsive,â Tucker murmured, kissing across your chest. âDo you have any idea what that does to me?â
You swallowed, surprising yourself with how steady it sounded. âTell me.â
His eyes flicked up, and for a second, he looked surprised. Then his expression shifted, a small, almost dangerous smile tugging at his mouth.
âIt makes me want to take my time,â he said, voice low. âMakes me want to find out every way to make you sound like that again.â
Your thighs pressed together, and Tucker noticed immediately. Of course he did. His hand slid down your stomach, fingers pausing at the button of your jeans.
âCan I?â he asked, voice low.
âYes,â you whispered.
He unbuttoned your jeans slowly, eyes fixed on your face as he pushed the denim down your hips. You kicked them off awkwardly, nearly tripping in the process, and Tucker caught you with a quiet laugh, his hands steady on your waist.
âStill clumsy,â he murmured.
âYouâre very distracting,â you said.
âGood,â he murmured.
You were about to answer, but then his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and every thought disappeared.
He touched you over your panties first, two fingers pressing against the wet fabric, and his breath caught.
âFuck,â he breathed. âYouâre wet.â
Your face burned at the way he said it. âYou sound surprised.â
âIâm not,â he said, fingers moving slowly over your clit through the soaked material. âJust trying to process the fact that you wanted me this badly.â
âI did,â you whispered.
The admission came out soft and honest.
Tuckerâs eyes lifted to yours. You held his gaze, even though it made you feel exposed.
âI wanted you,â you said again, softer this time.
Something shifted in his face. Then he kissed you hard, fingers pushing your underwear aside and sliding through your wetness. The first touch of his skin against your cunt pulled a gasp from you, your hips bucking toward his hand before you could stop them.
âThere you go,â he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. âThatâs what I wanted.â
His fingers circled your clit slowly, steady and precise, and you clung to his shoulders as pleasure sparked low in your stomach.
âTuck,â you whimpered, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
âRight here,â he murmured, his forehead touching yours. âIâve got you.â
He slid one finger into you, eyes fixed on the way your lips parted, then added another when your hips rolled against his hand. The stretch pulled a louder moan from you, and Tuckerâs jaw tightened like the sound was testing every bit of his restraint.
âFuck,â he breathed, voice rough. âYou sound so pretty.â
His touch grew deeper and more deliberate, his thumb finding you again as you stayed pressed against the wall, nearly bare while Tucker was still fully dressed. The imbalance should have made you embarrassed.
It didnât. Not with him looking at you like that, not with his hand between your thighs, his mouth at your jaw, and his voice low in your ear.
âTell me what feels good,â he murmured.
Your breath shook around the answer. âYour fingers.â
âYeah?â he murmured.
âYes,â you breathed, gripping his shirt tighter. âRight there. Donât stop.â
His fingers curled again, and a moan broke from you into the quiet room.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, voice rough. âLet me hear you.â
The pleasure built faster than you expected, heat tightening through your stomach and thighs, but just before it could break, Tucker pulled his fingers away.
A frustrated sound slipped out of you. âWhyââ
He dropped to his knees, and your mouth went dry as Tucker looked up at you from the floor, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs.
âIâm not done with you yet.â It should not have sounded as hot as it did.
Then he pulled your underwear down, slow and deliberate, before lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.
âTucker,â you breathed, fingers tightening in his hair.
His mouth pressed against the inside of your thigh. âHold onto me.â
Your fingers slid into his hair, and then his mouth found your cunt.
The first stroke of his tongue made your whole body jerk, a sharp moan slipping out as his hands tightened on your thighs. He ate you like heâd been waiting weeks for it, slow and deep at first, tongue dragging through your wetness before flattening over your clit.
âOh my god,â you gasped.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your knees buckle slightly, and Tucker held you up.
His mouth worked over you with a patience that felt almost unfair, tongue circling your clit, lips sucking softly while his fingers dug into your thigh every time you tugged his hair. You could feel how wet you were, could hear it too, and the sound made your face burn even as your hips started moving against his mouth.
âTuckâfuck, right there,â you gasped.
He groaned like the words had gone straight through him, focusing there until the pleasure turned sharp and bright. Your head fell back against the wall, one hand still buried in his hair while the other braced beside you.
You were close, close enough that your thighs started trembling.
âTucker,â you gasped. âIâmââ
He didnât stop. He didnât slow down. He only held you tighter, mouth sealed over your clit until you came with a broken moan, hips jerking against him as pleasure rolled through you. He stayed with you through it, easing the pressure when you started to shake and pressing kisses to your inner thigh when you finally whimpered from the sensitivity.
When he stood again, his mouth was wet and his eyes were dark.
You could only stare at him.
He wiped his thumb across his lower lip before leaning in to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as Tucker made a rough sound against you.
âBedroom,â he said, voice rough.
You nodded quickly.
The walk there was not graceful. You bumped into the side table, Tucker knocked into the doorframe, and you both laughed against each otherâs mouths until the laughter turned into another kiss the second you reached your room.
Tucker pulled his shirt off, and you finally got to touch him properly.
He was warm beneath your palms, solid and broad, and his stomach tightened when your fingers dragged lower toward his belt.
âYou okay?â you asked, a small smile tugging at your mouth.
His eyes met yours, dark and unsteady. âIâve been better.â
You laughed, but then your hand brushed over the hard outline of him through his jeans, and his smile vanished.
âOh,â you whispered, your smile fading too.
Tucker caught your wrist gently, his voice rough. âCareful.â
You looked up at him, pulse jumping. âOr what?â
His expression shifted again, that quiet confidence settling over him like he knew exactly what you were doing.
âOr Iâm gonna fuck you against that wall before we even make it to the bed.â
Your stomach dropped, but you held his gaze. âMaybe Iâd like that.â
For a second, neither of you moved. Then Tucker kissed you hard enough that you stumbled backward.
Your back hit the bedroom wall, his body pressing close while his hands lifted you by the backs of your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct, and Tucker groaned when you rolled your hips against him.
âCondom?â he asked, his voice strained.
âNightstand,â you said, breathless.
He carried you to the nightstand just long enough to grab one before returning you to the wall, laughing low when you kissed his neck impatiently.
âEager,â he murmured.
âYouâre the one who mentioned the wall,â you said.
âI did,â he said, voice low.
âThen stop talking,â you breathed.
Tuckerâs mouth curved, slow and dangerous. âYes, maâam.â
He shoved his jeans down just enough to roll the condom on, then stepped between your thighs again, one hand sliding over your hip while his other arm kept you steady against the wall.
The head of his cock brushed through your wetness, and for a second, both of you went quiet.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, voice barely steady. âTuck.â
His forehead pressed to yours. âI know.â
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open while holding you like you were something precious and something he wanted badly enough to ruin all at once. The angle was intense, your back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his body doing all the work as he filled you completely.
Your mouth fell open, breath catching in your throat.
Tucker groaned, the sound rough against your mouth. âFuck, you feel good.â
âYou too,â you breathed, fingers digging into his shoulders. âYou feel so good.â
His eyes squeezed shut for a second before he started moving. Slow at first. Controlled. Deep enough that every thrust stole your breath, his hips pinning you to the wall while his hands kept you steady. You were still sensitive from his mouth, still wet and aching, and every drag of his cock pulled another moan from you.
âTucker,â you gasped.
âI know,â he murmured, his mouth brushing your jaw. âIâve got you.â
âYou keep saying that,â you breathed.
âBecause I do,â he said, voice steady.
Your chest tightened, but then his hips snapped a little harder, and the feeling turned back into heat.
âOh, fuck,â you gasped.
âThere?â he asked, his voice rough.
âYes,â you gasped.
He adjusted his grip, holding you higher before hitting the same spot again, and your head fell back against the wall with a moan.
Tuckerâs eyes locked on your face. âThatâs it.â
His pace built slowly, not rushed but intense, every thrust dragging sounds from you that you couldnât hold back. The wall was cold against your back, his skin hot against yours, and your whole world narrowed to Tuckerâs hands, Tuckerâs mouth, Tuckerâs cock moving inside you like heâd been waiting weeks to prove exactly how well he could ruin you.
âYou have no idea how hard it was,â he murmured against your throat, âwatching you smile at me from across that bar.â
A whimper slipped out of you before you could stop it.
âThinking you were just being nice,â he said, hips driving into yours harder until you gasped. âThinking I was making it up.â
âI wasnât,â you breathed, clinging tighter to his shoulders. âI wasnât looking at them.â
Tuckerâs grip tightened, and you pulled his face to yours, kissing him messily. âI wanted you.â
He groaned against your mouth.
The next thrust nearly tore a cry out of you.
âSay that again,â he rasped.
âI wanted you.â The next thrust hit harder, stealing the rest of the sentence from you. âTuckerââ
âAgain.â
âI wanted you,â you moaned, nails dragging down his shoulders. âI wanted you so badly.â
That broke something in him. His pace turned rougher, still controlled but less careful now, hips snapping into yours as he held you against the wall. You clung to him, moaning his name, letting him hear every gasp and broken sound because he seemed to need them as badly as you needed the way he moved.
âTouch yourself,â he said suddenly, and your breath hitched.
His eyes met yours, dark and intent.
âI want to feel you come around me.â
Your hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, and the first circle made your whole body jolt. Tucker cursed, forehead dropping to yours as you clenched around him.
âFuck, thatâs it.â
Your fingers moved faster, clumsy from how badly you were shaking, but the pressure built quickly with him still fucking into you, his voice low and constant in your ear.
âLook at you,â he murmured against your ear. âYouâre so pretty. Doing so good for me.â
Your breath broke.
âCome on, baby.â His grip tightened. âLet me feel it.â
The orgasm hit hard, your body tightening around him as your moan broke into something helpless. Tucker held you through it, thrusting deep and uneven as you pulsed around him, until he followed with a rough groan, hips jerking as he came.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard against your neck, holding you up like letting go was not an option. Then he laughed softly.
You opened your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he said, his mouth brushing your shoulder. âJust thinking Deanâs never going to shut up if he finds out.â
You laughed, still breathless and warm. âThen donât tell him.â
âHeâll know,â Tucker said.
âWhy?â you asked, smiling against his skin.
Tucker pulled back just enough to look at you, his smile softer now. âBecause Iâm not going to be able to stop smiling.â
Your heart did something stupid in your chest.
After that, he carried you to the bed and set you down carefully before disappearing to clean up. When he came back, he had a damp cloth in his hand, cleaning you gently and murmuring an apology when your thighs twitched from sensitivity.
âYou okay?â he asked softly.
You nodded, still a little breathless. âVery okay.â
His mouth curved. âGood.â
He lay beside you, and for a second, a strange shyness settled between you again. Not awkward. Just new.
You turned onto your side to face him. âYou can stay.â
His eyes softened at that. âYeah?â
âIf you want.â
âI want,â he said, without hesitation, and the answer came fast enough to make you smile.
Tucker pulled the blanket over both of you, and you curled into his side like it already felt familiar. His arm came around you, warm and steady, fingers tracing slow lines down your back.
For a while, neither of you said anything. Then you whispered, âI meant it, you know.â
His hand paused against your back. âWhat?â
âI saw all of them,â you said, tilting your head up to look at him. âI still looked at you.â
Tucker stared at you for a second, something tender and disbelieving crossing his face. Then he kissed you, soft this time, slow, like he finally believed you.
The next morning, Tucker woke with your leg thrown over his and your face tucked against his chest.
For a second, he didnât move. He just looked at you â at the sunlight slipping through your curtains, your hair messy against his skin, the tiny crease between your brows like you were arguing with someone in your sleep.
He smiled before he could stop himself, which, as it turned out, was exactly the problem. Because when he finally left your apartment in yesterdayâs clothes and walked into the hockey house just before noon, Dean was sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal.
Dean looked up. Tucker froze. The spoon stopped halfway to Deanâs mouth as a slow, terrible smile spread across his face.
âNo way.â
Tucker sighed. âDonât.â
Logan appeared from the kitchen immediately, because he had a sixth sense for chaos. âWhat? What happened?â
Dean pointed his spoon at Tucker. âOur boy didnât come home last night.â
Garrett looked over from the table, his brows lifting.
Loganâs face lit up. â[Y/N]?â
Tucker tried to walk past them. âIâm leaving.â
âYou just got here,â Dean said, delighted.
âThen Iâm leaving again.â
Garrett laughed under his breath. âGood for you, man.â
That was somehow worse than the teasing. Tucker shook his head, but he was smiling, and Dean noticed, because Dean noticed everything that made life unbearable.
âOh, he likes her likes her.â
âShut up.â
Logan grinned, leaning in like this was the best news heâd heard all week. âDid she finally get tired of waiting for you to make a move?â
Tucker paused at the stairs. Thought about your smile, your apartment, your voice saying, I still looked at you. Then he turned just enough to say, âActually, she made the move.â
The room exploded. Dean yelled, Logan swore, and Garrett laughed properly this time.
Tucker headed upstairs before any of them could ask anything else, but he still heard Dean call after him.
Plot: In which Y/n is dragged out to karaoke on her night off, but luckily for her the night wasnât wasted when a certain hockey player performs, âSave a Horseâ
Warnings: alcohol that's it really. It's pretty fluff/ yearning
Addi speaks: Hey guyssss! This is my first time writing in a while so please (đ) bear with me. I watched off-campus and loved the core four, but I didnât see many fics for Tucker, so I decided to take matters into my own hands đ. So hello to the other five John Tucker fans out there đ„čđ«°
-If there are any mistakes Iâm so sorry and if you have any requests for more Tucker shorts please comment. Also if you want this to become a series please comment, otherwise enjoy! đ
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Everyone made working at Maloneâs sound fun but truth be told, you HATED going to your job if you didnât have to be there. Yes, you loved the atmosphere and you loved your coworkers, but you hated the number of hockey players who hung out there.
Most of them were insanely rude and pretentious, but mainly because you had a crush on John Tucker. You were both from the south. Plus, you thought he was genuinely handsome. I mean who wouldn't, he has muscles and manners. Although you didnât think you were even close to his type, especially given all the puck bunnies who would hang out with the team, which is why you never tried. You knew you never had a chance, so avoiding Malone's on the weekend was your strategy.
Unfortunately, your hatred of Maloneâs on a Friday night was not taken into account this time. It was karaoke night, and no one was talking Allie down. Normally, you would get away with not going out because Allie was focused on Hannah lying in bed while wistfully watching Dirty Dancing. Sadly now that Hannah is happily in love with Mr. Garret Graham her focus has shifted to your relationship status.
Single. Painfully single. Like itâs a pathetic kind of single.
Luckily your roommates Jade and Ava, were extremely happy to hear you were going out, a little too happyâŠ
~
âGET UP RIGHT NOW AND GO TAKE A SHOWER!â Jade yells while ripping the blanket off your legs and pausing your movie.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWell hello to you too Jade, thank you for gracing me with your presence on this fine eveningâ You say with a smile just big enough to piss her off.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWeâre getting you ready for karaoke night so we can ALL find a cute guy tonightâ Ava says while plopping down onto your bed.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWE is a stretch. I donât even want to go out, let alone flirt with random guys.â You say with a sigh and unpause âAnother Cinderella Storyâ.
*buzz* *buzz*
âOkay, WHO is blowing up your phone?â Ava finally asks about the constant buzzing.
âItâs just Allie making sure Iâm still going out.â You say, tossing your phone onto the bed.
âWell unfortunately for you, I donât care if you donât wanna flirt, so text Allie and tell her youâre comingâ Jade says before she slams your laptop shut.
âKaraoke doesnât even start until seven, which we all know we want to be fashionably late so why are we getting ready at five pm?â You ask, protesting her statement.
âBecause weâre gonna go eat and pre-game before so youâre not stiff as a bug on stageâ Jade says while tapping your nose with her finger. âBoop!â
You slap her hand off your face and get out of bed. âFine but only because Iâm hungryâ you say while sticking your tongue out at the two girls.
~
After getting ready the girls went out and had pasta for dinner. They pre-gamed in the Uber a little, before walking into Maloneâs. Two of them, ready for the night, the other hiding behind them. Praying she doesn't see a certain curly-headed hockey player.
âJade! I canât believe you actually got her out of her roomâ Allie says from behind the counter
âI know, right? Sheâs like Patrick from spongebob, always hiding under her rockâ Jade says, walking over.
âMind you, Iâm right hereâŠâ You say while sliding onto the barstool.
âY/nâŠwill you pretty pretty pleaseeeeee do karaoke tonight?â Allie begs
âO. M. G. Allie thatâs such a great idea! No.â You say while pulling out your phone.
Allie reaches across the bar, snatches your phone, and places it under the counter.
âHey!â You yell in protest,
âYou can have this back after your performance young ladyâ she says sternly before strutting off toward the kitchen.
You turn around on the stool and slouch against the bar defeated.
âCome onnn Y/n, this can be fun. Plus this will help you build confidence for the pop showcase!â Ava says nudging your side.
âThe day I get on that stage to sing, is the day one of those stupid hockey players performs too. Which we all know is never. gonna. happen.â You say with a grin.
Allie walks back over with three Shirley Temples and places them in front of the girls.
âThese are to bribe Y/n into singing tonight,â Allie says joyfully.
âStill not happeningâ you say before sipping your drink.
âWanna bet?â Jade says turning to face you.
âUhhh, what are we betting exactly?â Allie asks confused.
âY/n here said and I quote âThe day I get on that stage to sing, is the day one of those stupid hockey players performs too. Which we all know is never. gonna. happen.ââ Jade says in a mocking tone.
âI don't sound like thatâŠâ you rebut.
Jade shifts her focus back to Allie,
âSo I bet that we CAN convince one of those âstupid hockey playersâ to do karaoke.â She says very matter-of-factly.
âI also bet that if we do get one of them to sing, Y/n will have to sing a song of our choosing.â She holds her hand out to finalize the bet.
âWait, wait, wait Iâll only agree to this bet if Hannah canât help you guys.â You say butting in.
âWOAH! Why canât she help us?â Allie asks confused.
âBecause her boyfriend is literally the head honcho, Allie. Plus, they all love her, they call her âwellsyâ for fucks sake. I would lose in a heartbeat if sheâs on your team.â You say, as if youâre stating the obvious
âBut itâs not fair if sheâs on your team either,â Ava says chiming in.
âYouâre right, itâs not, which is exactly why sheâll be a neutral ally, not on your side or mine.â You say, shrugging your shoulders.
âFine, no outside help. Just us three vs. you. Deal?â Allie says with a smirk.
But what you didnât know is that Allie has Dean Di Laurentis wrapped so hard around her finger she could snap and heâd do whatever she said.
âDeal.â You said happily, thinking you had it made. Thereâs no way any of those guys would embarrass themselves on stage.
Right?
Well, you sure thought so until about 30 minutes later, when Jules called the name of the boy youâve had your eyes on all semester.
John Tucker.
âOh, youâre shitting me.â You say hanging your head low onto the bar.
âOuuu watch out Y/n that accent is starting to blow your cover,â Allie says teasingly.
You shot her a menacing look.
âThe fact that Tucker is the one doing this makes it 20x funnier,â Jade says while laughing.
âDid you ever get over that crush you had on him? Ava asks sweetly.
âNo, I didnât. So please lower your voice before one of the jocks hears you.â You say through gritted teeth.
âOh trust me, we heardâ a booming voice pushes through the crowd behind you.
None other than Garret fucking Graham.
âHey, I thought we werenât using their squad leader for the bet?â you said looking around questioning the girls.
âWhat bet?â He said with a confused look on his face.
Realizing he had no idea what you were talking about, you quickly changed the subject before he could catch on.
âShhhh Tuckâs abt to sing.â You said to silence the captain.
âWhat bet, Y/n?â He said sternly.
âDonât worry about it, just a harmless bet.â You say, easing his worries.
What you didnât know was that they had a bet going too. Not necessarily as harmless as yours but still a good bet.
~ 20 minutes earlier in the opposing corner of Maloneâs ~
âHere are your fries and drinks guys,â Allie says placing the food on their table.
âAlso, Dean and Logan, my boss wanted to know if you guys could come help fix something really quickly. It should only take like five minutes.â Allie says convincing the boys.
âWell, tell your Boss heâs shit outta luck because Dean canât even properly replace a light bulbâ Garrett says earning a laugh from the whole table
âFuck you, I can helpâ Dean says standing up to follow Allie.
âAnd Iâll come to fix whatever he messes upâ Logan says stealing a fry from Tucker's hand before walking away with the pair.
âSo what are we fixingâ Dean asks stepping behind the counter.
âShhhh just go to the backâ Allie says pushing them into the kitchen.
âWhat is happening?â Logan asks extremely confused.
âIâm trying to get Y/n to sing tonight but she bet us that she would only go if a hockey player went first. She thinks y'all wonât do it because itâs too embarrassing. Which is why I need your guys help,â Allie says in one quick breath.
âYeah, sheâs definitely right.â âYeah 100% correctâ the two boys agree shaking their heads quickly.
âYouâre supposed to be on my side here,â Allie says sighing while rubbing her hands across her face.
âWe are. Definitely. But I know I would NEVER do that sober.â Logan says, trying to comfort the girl.
âYeah me either,â Dean says nonchalantly.
*They both slowly turn to look at him*
âWhat? God forbid I get embarrassed too,â Dean says doing a fake hair flip.
âOkay, that doesnât matter. I donât want you guys to do it. I NEED Tucker to do it. He can do any song but I need him to sing. â Allie says, again begging the two young hockey players.
âOkay but why Tuck?â Logan asks confused.
âLong story. Crush. Too scared to say anything. It isnât relevant, okay? Just please get him on that stage.â She says pleading with the men.
They look at each other first, leaving the poor girl helpless with suspense.
âFine.â They simultaneously answer.
âOhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you,â Allie says jumping up and down while hugging the boys.
âNow go out there and act like you just fixed a pipeâ she said saluting the two.
âYes maâam,â Dean says before stiffly walking away, with Logan following suit.
After returning to the table following some slight convincing and $200 bucks later, Tuckerâs name was on the list. They didn't even have to help him pick the song, he said he knew one already.
~ Back to the bar ~
âI canât believe heâs gonna sing.â You say sighing. Again.
âOh just shut up and listen to your boyfriend,â Jade says hushing you.
You swiftly smack her arm and look around to make sure his teammates didn't hear her.
*the intro to Save a Horse starts to play*
âYouâre kidding,â you say, mouth ajar, unaware of what youâre about to experience.
âThis just keeps getting better and better,â Ava says giggling.
~đ¶~
âWell, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar billsâ
âAnd it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grillâ
âAnd I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the sameâ
âCause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the cityâ
âI make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls they are so prettyâ
âRiding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroyâ
âAnd the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboyâ
âEverybody says
Save a horse, ride a cowboyâ
You were livid. You hated how Tucker could prance around the stage and sing such a slutty song. What you hated more was that he looked so good doing it. You hated how his biceps didnât fit in his shirt. You hated his accent. You hated that the song fit his personality perfectly. You hated-
âY/n!â Allie screamed catching your attention. You realized you blacked out for the rest of the performance.
âDude you like shut off for a secâ Logan says.
You didnât even know he was there. Thatâs how much you hated him. Unfortunately for you, your hate was never really hate, just unrequited love. But you would never tell her friends that, so you lied.
âSorry, I was trying to think of what song Iâm gonna sing.â You said, trying to convince the group.
âOh donât worry, we have the perfect song for you already! Remember you lost so we pick the song.â Ava says swiftly.
âOh right, well what is it?â You ask softly, accepting your fate.
âI guess youâll have to wait and seeâ Allie says while smirking and clapping.
âHey, guys whatâd I miss?â Tucker asked walking up to the group, tossing his arms around Logan and Hannah. Instead of responding with words you took the shot in Deanâs hand and drank it before walking toward Jules.
âWho was that?â Tucker asked confused and amazed at the same time.
âOh, youâre about to find out,â Jade says leaning over with a smirk.
âI heard a bet was lost to get here, so can yâall please help me welcome (first/last name) to the stageâ Jules announces to the crowd earning cheers and hoots
Stepping onto the stage felt good but you soon remembered that you had to perform for you semester long crush and his hockey team. Before you could process, the song started to play.
*The intro to Bust the Windows starts*
âI just wanna say I didnât pick the song so you can all thank Allie for thisâ you say pointing toward the bar, earning a few laughs.
~đ¶~
âI bust the windows out your carâ
âAnd, no, it didn't mend my broken heartâ
âI'll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don't care about that partâ
âI bust the windows out your carâ
You removed the from the mic stand and slowly walked off stage into the crowd.
âAfter I saw you layin' next to herâ
âI didn't wanna, but I took my turn
I'm glad I did it 'cause you had to learnâ
âI must admit it helped a little bitâ
âTo think of how you'd feel when you saw itâ
âI didn't know that I had that much strengthâ
âBut I'm glad you'll see what happens whenâ
âYou see you can't just play with people's feelingsâ
âTell them you love them and don't mean itâ
âYou'll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smileâ
You walk through the crowd and eventually land at the bar with your group. You sing with them for a bit but when you saw Tucker standing at the end of the bar, you knew youâd never get a chance like this again. So you sang to him.
âI bust the windows out your carâ
You grab the color of his tight yellow shirt with your nails.
âYou know I did it 'cause I left my markâ
âWrote my initials with a crowbar
And then I drove off into the darkâ
You slowly dragged your pointer finger lower and lower before walking back towards the stage.
âI bust the windows out your carâ
âYou should feel lucky that that's all I didâ
âAfter five whole years of this bullshitâ
âGave you all of me and you played with it, ooh, woahâ
Tucker turned around and grabbed Logan's shirt. He shook him back and forth while he asked,
âSeriously, I will pay you $200 to tell me that girlâs name right now.â He said with urgency.
âHey, that was my $200,â Garrett says while throwing his hands up.
âExcuse me, I earned it by getting up on stage, per yâallâs request btw,â Tucker said, turning his attention to Garrett. âIâll spend it how I want, and right now I need that girl's name.â He said finally letting go of Loganâs shirt.
âDude, just ask her yourself,â Dean said
Before he could respond, there you were. You looked so happy, sweet, and bubbly. Tucker didn't know how to approach you. Especially considering your looks. To him, heâd never seen someone so beautiful.
âOh my gosh, that was so fun! I still hate you for making me do it but it was kinda unexpected, I did NOT think I would like it that much.â You said walking up to the girls.
âExcuse me?â
You were mid-ramble when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Normally youâd keep talking but something told you to turn around, so you did. Nothing couldâve prepared you to see John Tucker standing in front of you. His hair was perfectly pushed back, and you realized his muscles were definitely too big for the shirt. I mean the guy just sang and danced to a song about riding. But instead of staring you somehow built up the courage to speak.
âYes?â You asked softly, still somehow expecting the worst.
âCan we step over here where it's a little quieter?â He asks
âOf courseâ
You both step into the Photo Booth, accidentally bumping into each other many times.
âSorryâ âNo, Iâm sorry. Also, I think youâre stepping on my foot,â âugh Iâm so sorry, I had no ideaâ âitâs fineâ you both share a laugh while settling.
âI- um- Iâm not sure if weâve met but my name's Tucker and I just wouldnât be able to live with myself if I didnât even know your name.â He said while stuffing his hands in his pockets.
You giggled, like actually laughed a little, thinking it was a joke.
â You want to know, MY name?â You asked confused as all get out.
âYes, of course. Youâre beautiful and your voice was amazing and if youâre okay with it, I wanted you to ask for your number?â He said clearly still nervous.
âOf course you can Tuck.â You said with a smile on your face.
He handed you his phone, you entered your number, and then he was about to leave the booth you stopped him.
âTucker?â You said softly.
âYeahâ he turned back to face you, before you could convince yourself not to do it, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek.
âThatâs it!â You said before turning to walk out of the booth and back over to your friends.
Both groups had gone back to their respective areas but even then, all you could think of was. Will he even text me?
Plot: In which Y/n is dragged out to karaoke on her night off, but luckily for her the night wasnât wasted when a certain hockey player performs, âSave a Horseâ
Warnings: alcohol that's it really. It's pretty fluff/ yearning
Addi speaks: Hey guyssss! This is my first time writing in a while so please (đ) bear with me. I watched off-campus and loved the core four, but I didnât see many fics for Tucker, so I decided to take matters into my own hands đ. So hello to the other five John Tucker fans out there đ„čđ«°
-If there are any mistakes Iâm so sorry and if you have any requests for more Tucker shorts please comment. Also if you want this to become a series please comment, otherwise enjoy! đ
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Everyone made working at Maloneâs sound fun but truth be told, you HATED going to your job if you didnât have to be there. Yes, you loved the atmosphere and you loved your coworkers, but you hated the number of hockey players who hung out there.
Most of them were insanely rude and pretentious, but mainly because you had a crush on John Tucker. You were both from the south. Plus, you thought he was genuinely handsome. I mean who wouldn't, he has muscles and manners. Although you didnât think you were even close to his type, especially given all the puck bunnies who would hang out with the team, which is why you never tried. You knew you never had a chance, so avoiding Malone's on the weekend was your strategy.
Unfortunately, your hatred of Maloneâs on a Friday night was not taken into account this time. It was karaoke night, and no one was talking Allie down. Normally, you would get away with not going out because Allie was focused on Hannah lying in bed while wistfully watching Dirty Dancing. Sadly now that Hannah is happily in love with Mr. Garret Graham her focus has shifted to your relationship status.
Single. Painfully single. Like itâs a pathetic kind of single.
Luckily your roommates Jade and Ava, were extremely happy to hear you were going out, a little too happyâŠ
~
âGET UP RIGHT NOW AND GO TAKE A SHOWER!â Jade yells while ripping the blanket off your legs and pausing your movie.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWell hello to you too Jade, thank you for gracing me with your presence on this fine eveningâ You say with a smile just big enough to piss her off.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWeâre getting you ready for karaoke night so we can ALL find a cute guy tonightâ Ava says while plopping down onto your bed.
*buzz* *buzz*
âWE is a stretch. I donât even want to go out, let alone flirt with random guys.â You say with a sigh and unpause âAnother Cinderella Storyâ.
*buzz* *buzz*
âOkay, WHO is blowing up your phone?â Ava finally asks about the constant buzzing.
âItâs just Allie making sure Iâm still going out.â You say, tossing your phone onto the bed.
âWell unfortunately for you, I donât care if you donât wanna flirt, so text Allie and tell her youâre comingâ Jade says before she slams your laptop shut.
âKaraoke doesnât even start until seven, which we all know we want to be fashionably late so why are we getting ready at five pm?â You ask, protesting her statement.
âBecause weâre gonna go eat and pre-game before so youâre not stiff as a bug on stageâ Jade says while tapping your nose with her finger. âBoop!â
You slap her hand off your face and get out of bed. âFine but only because Iâm hungryâ you say while sticking your tongue out at the two girls.
~
After getting ready the girls went out and had pasta for dinner. They pre-gamed in the Uber a little, before walking into Maloneâs. Two of them, ready for the night, the other hiding behind them. Praying she doesn't see a certain curly-headed hockey player.
âJade! I canât believe you actually got her out of her roomâ Allie says from behind the counter
âI know, right? Sheâs like Patrick from spongebob, always hiding under her rockâ Jade says, walking over.
âMind you, Iâm right hereâŠâ You say while sliding onto the barstool.
âY/nâŠwill you pretty pretty pleaseeeeee do karaoke tonight?â Allie begs
âO. M. G. Allie thatâs such a great idea! No.â You say while pulling out your phone.
Allie reaches across the bar, snatches your phone, and places it under the counter.
âHey!â You yell in protest,
âYou can have this back after your performance young ladyâ she says sternly before strutting off toward the kitchen.
You turn around on the stool and slouch against the bar defeated.
âCome onnn Y/n, this can be fun. Plus this will help you build confidence for the pop showcase!â Ava says nudging your side.
âThe day I get on that stage to sing, is the day one of those stupid hockey players performs too. Which we all know is never. gonna. happen.â You say with a grin.
Allie walks back over with three Shirley Temples and places them in front of the girls.
âThese are to bribe Y/n into singing tonight,â Allie says joyfully.
âStill not happeningâ you say before sipping your drink.
âWanna bet?â Jade says turning to face you.
âUhhh, what are we betting exactly?â Allie asks confused.
âY/n here said and I quote âThe day I get on that stage to sing, is the day one of those stupid hockey players performs too. Which we all know is never. gonna. happen.ââ Jade says in a mocking tone.
âI don't sound like thatâŠâ you rebut.
Jade shifts her focus back to Allie,
âSo I bet that we CAN convince one of those âstupid hockey playersâ to do karaoke.â She says very matter-of-factly.
âI also bet that if we do get one of them to sing, Y/n will have to sing a song of our choosing.â She holds her hand out to finalize the bet.
âWait, wait, wait Iâll only agree to this bet if Hannah canât help you guys.â You say butting in.
âWOAH! Why canât she help us?â Allie asks confused.
âBecause her boyfriend is literally the head honcho, Allie. Plus, they all love her, they call her âwellsyâ for fucks sake. I would lose in a heartbeat if sheâs on your team.â You say, as if youâre stating the obvious
âBut itâs not fair if sheâs on your team either,â Ava says chiming in.
âYouâre right, itâs not, which is exactly why sheâll be a neutral ally, not on your side or mine.â You say, shrugging your shoulders.
âFine, no outside help. Just us three vs. you. Deal?â Allie says with a smirk.
But what you didnât know is that Allie has Dean Di Laurentis wrapped so hard around her finger she could snap and heâd do whatever she said.
âDeal.â You said happily, thinking you had it made. Thereâs no way any of those guys would embarrass themselves on stage.
Right?
Well, you sure thought so until about 30 minutes later, when Jules called the name of the boy youâve had your eyes on all semester.
John Tucker.
âOh, youâre shitting me.â You say hanging your head low onto the bar.
âOuuu watch out Y/n that accent is starting to blow your cover,â Allie says teasingly.
You shot her a menacing look.
âThe fact that Tucker is the one doing this makes it 20x funnier,â Jade says while laughing.
âDid you ever get over that crush you had on him? Ava asks sweetly.
âNo, I didnât. So please lower your voice before one of the jocks hears you.â You say through gritted teeth.
âOh trust me, we heardâ a booming voice pushes through the crowd behind you.
None other than Garret fucking Graham.
âHey, I thought we werenât using their squad leader for the bet?â you said looking around questioning the girls.
âWhat bet?â He said with a confused look on his face.
Realizing he had no idea what you were talking about, you quickly changed the subject before he could catch on.
âShhhh Tuckâs abt to sing.â You said to silence the captain.
âWhat bet, Y/n?â He said sternly.
âDonât worry about it, just a harmless bet.â You say, easing his worries.
What you didnât know was that they had a bet going too. Not necessarily as harmless as yours but still a good bet.
~ 20 minutes earlier in the opposing corner of Maloneâs ~
âHere are your fries and drinks guys,â Allie says placing the food on their table.
âAlso, Dean and Logan, my boss wanted to know if you guys could come help fix something really quickly. It should only take like five minutes.â Allie says convincing the boys.
âWell, tell your Boss heâs shit outta luck because Dean canât even properly replace a light bulbâ Garrett says earning a laugh from the whole table
âFuck you, I can helpâ Dean says standing up to follow Allie.
âAnd Iâll come to fix whatever he messes upâ Logan says stealing a fry from Tucker's hand before walking away with the pair.
âSo what are we fixingâ Dean asks stepping behind the counter.
âShhhh just go to the backâ Allie says pushing them into the kitchen.
âWhat is happening?â Logan asks extremely confused.
âIâm trying to get Y/n to sing tonight but she bet us that she would only go if a hockey player went first. She thinks y'all wonât do it because itâs too embarrassing. Which is why I need your guys help,â Allie says in one quick breath.
âYeah, sheâs definitely right.â âYeah 100% correctâ the two boys agree shaking their heads quickly.
âYouâre supposed to be on my side here,â Allie says sighing while rubbing her hands across her face.
âWe are. Definitely. But I know I would NEVER do that sober.â Logan says, trying to comfort the girl.
âYeah me either,â Dean says nonchalantly.
*They both slowly turn to look at him*
âWhat? God forbid I get embarrassed too,â Dean says doing a fake hair flip.
âOkay, that doesnât matter. I donât want you guys to do it. I NEED Tucker to do it. He can do any song but I need him to sing. â Allie says, again begging the two young hockey players.
âOkay but why Tuck?â Logan asks confused.
âLong story. Crush. Too scared to say anything. It isnât relevant, okay? Just please get him on that stage.â She says pleading with the men.
They look at each other first, leaving the poor girl helpless with suspense.
âFine.â They simultaneously answer.
âOhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you,â Allie says jumping up and down while hugging the boys.
âNow go out there and act like you just fixed a pipeâ she said saluting the two.
âYes maâam,â Dean says before stiffly walking away, with Logan following suit.
After returning to the table following some slight convincing and $200 bucks later, Tuckerâs name was on the list. They didn't even have to help him pick the song, he said he knew one already.
~ Back to the bar ~
âI canât believe heâs gonna sing.â You say sighing. Again.
âOh just shut up and listen to your boyfriend,â Jade says hushing you.
You swiftly smack her arm and look around to make sure his teammates didn't hear her.
*the intro to Save a Horse starts to play*
âYouâre kidding,â you say, mouth ajar, unaware of what youâre about to experience.
âThis just keeps getting better and better,â Ava says giggling.
~đ¶~
âWell, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar billsâ
âAnd it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grillâ
âAnd I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the sameâ
âCause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the cityâ
âI make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls they are so prettyâ
âRiding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroyâ
âAnd the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboyâ
âEverybody says
Save a horse, ride a cowboyâ
You were livid. You hated how Tucker could prance around the stage and sing such a slutty song. What you hated more was that he looked so good doing it. You hated how his biceps didnât fit in his shirt. You hated his accent. You hated that the song fit his personality perfectly. You hated-
âY/n!â Allie screamed catching your attention. You realized you blacked out for the rest of the performance.
âDude you like shut off for a secâ Logan says.
You didnât even know he was there. Thatâs how much you hated him. Unfortunately for you, your hate was never really hate, just unrequited love. But you would never tell her friends that, so you lied.
âSorry, I was trying to think of what song Iâm gonna sing.â You said, trying to convince the group.
âOh donât worry, we have the perfect song for you already! Remember you lost so we pick the song.â Ava says swiftly.
âOh right, well what is it?â You ask softly, accepting your fate.
âI guess youâll have to wait and seeâ Allie says while smirking and clapping.
âHey, guys whatâd I miss?â Tucker asked walking up to the group, tossing his arms around Logan and Hannah. Instead of responding with words you took the shot in Deanâs hand and drank it before walking toward Jules.
âWho was that?â Tucker asked confused and amazed at the same time.
âOh, youâre about to find out,â Jade says leaning over with a smirk.
âI heard a bet was lost to get here, so can yâall please help me welcome (first/last name) to the stageâ Jules announces to the crowd earning cheers and hoots
Stepping onto the stage felt good but you soon remembered that you had to perform for you semester long crush and his hockey team. Before you could process, the song started to play.
*The intro to Bust the Windows starts*
âI just wanna say I didnât pick the song so you can all thank Allie for thisâ you say pointing toward the bar, earning a few laughs.
~đ¶~
âI bust the windows out your carâ
âAnd, no, it didn't mend my broken heartâ
âI'll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don't care about that partâ
âI bust the windows out your carâ
You removed the from the mic stand and slowly walked off stage into the crowd.
âAfter I saw you layin' next to herâ
âI didn't wanna, but I took my turn
I'm glad I did it 'cause you had to learnâ
âI must admit it helped a little bitâ
âTo think of how you'd feel when you saw itâ
âI didn't know that I had that much strengthâ
âBut I'm glad you'll see what happens whenâ
âYou see you can't just play with people's feelingsâ
âTell them you love them and don't mean itâ
âYou'll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smileâ
You walk through the crowd and eventually land at the bar with your group. You sing with them for a bit but when you saw Tucker standing at the end of the bar, you knew youâd never get a chance like this again. So you sang to him.
âI bust the windows out your carâ
You grab the color of his tight yellow shirt with your nails.
âYou know I did it 'cause I left my markâ
âWrote my initials with a crowbar
And then I drove off into the darkâ
You slowly dragged your pointer finger lower and lower before walking back towards the stage.
âI bust the windows out your carâ
âYou should feel lucky that that's all I didâ
âAfter five whole years of this bullshitâ
âGave you all of me and you played with it, ooh, woahâ
Tucker turned around and grabbed Logan's shirt. He shook him back and forth while he asked,
âSeriously, I will pay you $200 to tell me that girlâs name right now.â He said with urgency.
âHey, that was my $200,â Garrett says while throwing his hands up.
âExcuse me, I earned it by getting up on stage, per yâallâs request btw,â Tucker said, turning his attention to Garrett. âIâll spend it how I want, and right now I need that girl's name.â He said finally letting go of Loganâs shirt.
âDude, just ask her yourself,â Dean said
Before he could respond, there you were. You looked so happy, sweet, and bubbly. Tucker didn't know how to approach you. Especially considering your looks. To him, heâd never seen someone so beautiful.
âOh my gosh, that was so fun! I still hate you for making me do it but it was kinda unexpected, I did NOT think I would like it that much.â You said walking up to the girls.
âExcuse me?â
You were mid-ramble when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Normally youâd keep talking but something told you to turn around, so you did. Nothing couldâve prepared you to see John Tucker standing in front of you. His hair was perfectly pushed back, and you realized his muscles were definitely too big for the shirt. I mean the guy just sang and danced to a song about riding. But instead of staring you somehow built up the courage to speak.
âYes?â You asked softly, still somehow expecting the worst.
âCan we step over here where it's a little quieter?â He asks
âOf courseâ
You both step into the Photo Booth, accidentally bumping into each other many times.
âSorryâ âNo, Iâm sorry. Also, I think youâre stepping on my foot,â âugh Iâm so sorry, I had no ideaâ âitâs fineâ you both share a laugh while settling.
âI- um- Iâm not sure if weâve met but my name's Tucker and I just wouldnât be able to live with myself if I didnât even know your name.â He said while stuffing his hands in his pockets.
You giggled, like actually laughed a little, thinking it was a joke.
â You want to know, MY name?â You asked confused as all get out.
âYes, of course. Youâre beautiful and your voice was amazing and if youâre okay with it, I wanted you to ask for your number?â He said clearly still nervous.
âOf course you can Tuck.â You said with a smile on your face.
He handed you his phone, you entered your number, and then he was about to leave the booth you stopped him.
âTucker?â You said softly.
âYeahâ he turned back to face you, before you could convince yourself not to do it, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek.
âThatâs it!â You said before turning to walk out of the booth and back over to your friends.
Both groups had gone back to their respective areas but even then, all you could think of was. Will he even text me?
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