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i need some high hopes lord knows i could use em!

long story short: chuck never gets laid. something about his personality made him “unlovable” or maybe it was the fact he’s always hungover, or that he’s always late, or that he’s really broke. one of those, probably.

one fateful day, you ended up at joys automobile, god knows what was wrong with your car. greeting you, was no other than mr chuck timely. you’d never met, but obviously you’ve heard stories. he greeted you with a big buck tooth smile, “chuck,” he said shaking your hand “what’s wrong with your car?” you explained to him, even though you didn’t really know what was up,

you sat in the lobby for a couple hours while he worked, honestly you didn’t know what was so bad about him. he was kinda charming? he’d pop out every so often to come say hi and update you on the status of your car. he comes back out a final time to tell you it’s finished, you thank him and pay but inside you’re kind of upset to say goodbye to him. that is until you get in a car and see a paper tucked in the cup holder. you unfold it, “316-348-4313 call me :)” oh my god. none of your friends could know about this, or they would be so dissapointed. chuck timely of all people.

you were knocking on the door of a small, rustic house the following night. he answers and greets you with a hug. “well are you gonna come in?” he jokes. he was honestly a really nice guy when you got to know him! you’d returned home satisfied that night, he wasn’t that bad in bed either.

but he still had the question: does love come around or does one come around to it?

AN: HEYY!! short little fic because i am so up i love you chuck timely

she dont like 90s rock she dont really do indie pop

there was something about her. Macklin had known about her for a long time. she was somehow connected to the Toffoli’s, so she was around a lot. always at games or parties, but no one actually knew a lot about her except for Cat and Toff. after macklin broke the record for most points in a single season for a sharks player there was obviously a big after party. but he didn’t really like talking about himself, so it felt kinda awkward. he clung close to Will the whole night even though this was supposed to be about him. but his eyes kept lingering towards her. there was nothing inherently special about what she was wearing but he just kept catching himself drifting. and then she left. he didn’t get a single word in, he was going to be leaving to boston for the summer too so he didn’t know if he ever would.

after everyone except he and will left he had to ask Cat about her. “who is that?” Cat gives him a look “who? oh, Y/N?” Mack nods. “She’s a friend of ours, she’s your age actually.” He’s pleased with that info, but he needs to know more. “Does she have instagram” he blurts out.” Cat laughs and grabs her phone. “If you were interested all you had to do was tell me.” He follows her and soon gets a follow back.

it takes a while for him to get the confidence to send a dm. he’s at a bar with Aiden and Will in boston, and before he gets too drunk he sends a quick “hey how are you” which is funny, considering they’ve never talked. probably should’ve gone with a better opener. much to his delight though, she responds rather fast. “hi Macklin” is the first message, the second one reads “i saw a video of you doing a horrible kegstand lol” he scoffs out loud at that. he isn’t present, because he’s too busy texting. Aiden and Will don’t seem to mind, they’re happy for him. Mack has a week until he heads back to San Jose. him and Y/N plan to hangout once he’s back. and if you ask anyone in his immediate circle he won’t shut the fuck up about it, or her. He adores spending time with Will, but all he wants is to be home from Boston.

Once he’s back, they go to dinner together and stop at a park to talk after. Mack really enjoys that park but she didnt seem to. she was obviously the same girl he’d been texting but she seemed a lot more pessimistic in real life. she seemed to hold on to every detail of everything wrong in her life. She bitched about the music playing in the restaurant, some Sabrina Carpenter song. She was complaining a lot about her friends too, they did something that set her off apparently. after spending a minute at her house they part ways for the night. They continue texting through the week but don’t see eachother again. Until,

Will gets home from Boston, they go out to the bar and just hope Mack doesn’t get kicked out by the bouncer again. as they walk in the bar, he spots someone in the corner of his eye, Y/N. and she’s with the same girls she was complaining about last week. and she’s dancing to the same song she was complaining about. look at you letting go a little bit. Will snaps him out of his trance and they sit at the barstool. his night was kinda ruined, she didn’t see him at all! or she was just ignoring him. he can’t even decide which is worse. he’s at the Toffoli house with Will the next morning and is utterly upset about how it’s going. she’s being so dry when she texts now, he’s not sure if he did something or she’s just like this. he doesn’t even bother asking Cat.

when they finally meet up again, it’s at the same park from before. she barely asks Mack any questions and is complaining again! “you don’t seem like a very positive person” he says without really thinking. “what?” “you keep complaining every time i’ve seen you” she goes quiet. he regrets saying it now, because she’s standing up and grabbing her stuff, “wait don’t go i didn’t mean it like that-“ and she’s gone.

Mack is gonna have a really awkward next season as long as she’s still friends with his teammates.

AN: hi! i really enjoy this song and thought a fic inspired by it would be really cute! i started this during the playoff push and just am now finishing it, sad sharks didn’t make it but go mammoth! (very contradicting i know)

he seemed like the perfect guy! i mean he was nice (sometimes), cute, and he was in a band! every time you saw him it felt like the world stopped moving. you barely knew him but saw him on campus all the time, never having the courage to say hi. until, he stopped you when you were out at the bar with your friends. “y/n, right?” he said leaning against the table. wait, he knew who you were? “yeah, and you are?” you said it kind of jokingly. of course you know who he is. “tucker.” he pauses “could i maybe get your number? i would love to hangout.” “yeah yeah of course.” you take the phone from his hand and type your number in. he nods and walks away. you turn to your friend “what the fuck!” you half whisper.

and you spent the whole night texting him. you didn’t touch another drink and barely spoke to your friends. you were itching to get home so you can text him in silence. after being the chauffeur to all your friends, he texted you and invited you to dinner at his place the following night. what could go wrong? you showed up, he had made you pasta. it wasn’t that good, but he was a college boy to be fair. he asked you a couple questions about yourself, then proceeded to mansplain for 30 minutes about how good his band is and how he swears “they’re going mainstream soon” huh, atleast you guys both like music! he said some of his favorite musicians are weezer, elliot smith, a tribe called quest, and the beetles. he had pretty good taste. he took you to his room and you watched him play drums for a while. it was pretty boring but you would do anything as long as he’s interested. after he was finished you guys made out for a reasonable amount of time, then you went home.

he didn’t have many interesting things to say unless it was about music. you wouldn’t call him your boyfriend per-say, but he wasn’t just a friend either. you still really like him but it gets pretty boring when all he wants to talk about is his band and himself. he asked you to go to one of their shows, they were actually really bad. but you lied so you could get laid that night. it always felt like a constant cycle of familiarity with him. you’d heard him play “tragic girl” on the drums atleast 10 times at this point. but you just couldn’t stop talking to him. it’s just something about him.

you guys went to a hangout with some of his friends together, but he barely talked you the whole night. he was talking to some other girl about his band. exactly how he does to you. and she seemed to be just as interested. does he do this to everyone? just girls he likes? after that night he stopped calling. would rarely text back, always canceling plans. you’d heard from a friend that him and the other girl were always together. what a shame. you hover over his contact and click the block button, and don’t look back.

an: FRESLY manipulated by a drum playing boy so yes this is a halfway true story yes i am that stupid no i’m not over him

finish the job , do your worst

you’d met matt at a bar a couple months ago, he’d text you on and off but nothing was ever consistent with him. you know he was involved with other people but you didn’t question much with it. it been a while since he texted, you’d honestly forgot about him till he said “can i come over?” and who were you to say no.

he said he’d be over at 9:00 but it ended up closer to 10:30. “practice run late or something?” you say opening up the door for him to come in. he mutters something about one of his teammates stressing him out. “why did you want to come over, exactly?” he looks at you after taking off his shoes “i haven’t seen you in a while.” “it’s not like you usually text, i mean. i haven’t heard from you in months.” he sits down across from you in the living room. “been busy.” your brows furrow. “with what? nhl’s on break for the olympics.” “i still have to practice.” you look at him blankly. “i assume you had enough time to send a quick text.” and now i’m pathetic, wanting a bad thing.

after that night, it’s the same on and off game. you’d seen him with a girl in the media, was he talking to her like he was to you? did he fuck her the same as he did you? how often did he talk to her? you never confront him about it. you felt guilt as you sat in his lap letting him attack your neck. why were you doing this to yourself? you didn’t need his validation. but you felt yourself craving it. eventually he did open up about his girlfriend. he didn’t seem to like her very much. you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just leave her, but you would never ask.

he got better at texting, but it was always about him. he’s always texting you about her and how annoying the thing that she’s doing that day is annoying. it felt like you were more of a couples counselor then a love interest, telling him things he can try to do to save them. just hoping he would come over again. i’m just here keeping you warm till she comes around.

and he started coming more frequently. it still just felt like he was toying with you though. he stays till he finishes then he leaves. you know this isn’t healthy. that he isn’t good for you. but you can’t stop.

finish the job do your worst. if you can just coerce me it’s what i deserve. and the texts stopped coming. he stopped coming. his close friends (that he left you on) seemed to be filled with pictures of her now. it’s probably for the best. probably what you deserved for getting involved with him.

an: HI THIS WAS FUN!! i haven’t enjoyed writing for a while but i did enjoy this and im proud of it

you sigh as you see him go to the bar again. the night has been filled with pool, then a beer. pool, then a beer. it’s tiring for both of you. he’s so past tipsy at this point. having to be a designated driver was the worst. “hey babe,” you put your hand on his bicep “can you maybe slow down on the drinks?” you say in a soft tone, you know how he gets when he passes his limit “what? you think i can’t afford it or somethin?” you sigh. “baby.. can you even count how many drinks you’ve had tonight?” he pauses. “no.” he spits out as he downs yet another glass. “leave me alone until we go, don’t be bitchy.” he says stumbling over his boots.

you stand stunned. did he just call you bitchy? who does he think he is. you stomp out of the bar putting the keys into his truck and going home. he can’t speak like that to you. the radio is playing no scrubs, you turn it all the way up and sing the whole way home. did he really say that to you? how many drinks did he really have?

about an hour later, you get a call from the other side of drunk tucker. the sad one. “baby i’m sorry.. s’ been a long night. please just come get me.” “fine.” you mutter before hanging up. i mean it’s not like you can just leave him at the bar.

when you get there he’s stumbling out. god. he gets in the truck “hi sweet girll.. thank you for getting me..” “get in the damn car.” you say, not having the patience for this today. you start driving away and hear him say “you look reaaally preetyy tonight…” he pulls at a lock of your hair whilst admiring you. he showers you with compliments the whole way home. real sweet, but i wish you were sober. is all you can think the whole time.

it takes a minute and a lot of persuading, but you eventually lead him to your bed and cuddle him. even though he doesn’t really deserve it. one more time when he’s asleep you whisper in his ear, real sweet, but i wish you were sober.

an: this was fun to write, i’ve had this idea forever 🥹 sorry she’s so short

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an: HII this is like. set before everything else i’ve made for this au obviously

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AN: hi do we like i always get really self conscious before i post <//3

it had been a couple months since you’d cheated on your boyfriend with tucker. you’d been texting him and as if you didn’t feel guilty enough he wrote a song about it. about you.

i dont wanna talk down on your lover, i dont wanna be a home wrecker are the lyrics he sang in a sultry tone. he’d sent you an early demo of the song and you told him not to release it. do men ever listen? while it was a pretty good song, you didn’t approve of it. someone was gonna find out.

holden asked you if you heard the song, wondering who it was about. your head pounded as you mumbled “yeah i don’t know, it doesn’t sound like something he would do.” the guilt was eating you alive. you had to say something, to one of them.

tucker was better at loving then him, he always texted her made sure she was okay.. not like holden didn’t. she was just getting bored of him, not like that was better. she knows deep down it’s wrong. but how does she get out of this?

break up with him, holden. right before you were supposed to go see him tour. you would wait until after, but you could hardly keep a secret. you’re sitting on the couch with him when you finally drop the bomb “holden. we have to break up” his face contorts as he grabs your hands and faces you “why? we have such a good relationship.” tears well up in your eyes “i.. i’ve been keeping a bad secret. i’ve been cheating on you.” he immediately pulls back “im a bitch i know. i don’t deserve anything to do with you” he stands up “yeah you don’t. get out of my house im done with you”

you get in your car to collect yourself. before driving to the familiar house in la, knocking on the door to be greeted by a familiar face. “hi tucker.”

an: HELL YEAH 👅 i did actually enjoyed writing this more than i thought i would so this will be coming back also like.. i hope this made sense that the last part was a different alt ending then this one

come on spend the night, fuck it spend the night. are the lyrics faintly playing over your car speakers after you and tucker had kissed for the first time, and kissed a couple more times. the energy in the car was palpable, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. so what if you were dating a friend of his? oh wait. you were dating a friend of his.

he pulls away. “i shouldn’t do this to holden.” the look on her face is blank. unreadable. “maybe i can break up with him?” his eyebrows furrow “he literally just wrote an album about you!” “so what! i’m sure he could get a new girlfriend so easy if he tried.” i mean, you weren’t wrong about that one.

so that’s how you ended up, with tuckers arms holding you through the night in your bed. you wake up, expecting to see holden behind you. she sits up and yawns. oh shit. that’s tucker. you quickly look at your phone seeing 52 missed calls from your boyfriend.

you stand up and call him back “y/n?” he says on the last ring “where the fuck are you? you didn’t pick up any of my calls last night” “shit sorry. i went home early and fell asleep.” “yeah no shit, i was worried about you.” “sorry, holden. i should’ve told you i was leaving.” “it’s okay. i’m just glad you’re safe.” they talk for a little before hanging up. she goes back in to wake up tucker. “you need to leave.” “what?” tucker says, his voice groggy. “i can’t do this to him you have to go home.” he blinks a couple times before nodding.

and that’s how y/n spent the next couple weeks fooling around with two pop stars, behind each of their backs. obviously holden didn’t know about tucker. and y/n had told tucker that her and holden were taking a break. she always made sure to be extra cautious when having one of them over, they couldn’t be seen in public without the other raising an eyebrow. good thing she was sneaky.

her sex life had been amazing for the month she was seeing both of them, but all good things have to come to an end eventually. the next thing she knew she was knocking on tuckers door at 11:30 pm in a rainstorm. “we need to stop seeing each other.” “did you guys get back together or something?” he says stepping aside to let her in. “i never really stopped seeing him, i lied to you. and i’ve been lying to holden too. i’m really sorry. “shit.” he mumbles under his breath, taking a hit of his pen. “he can never know about this.” he says. “not like i was gonna tell him.” “it was nice knowing you” y/n says. “yeah. yeah.” tucker says pulling her into an embrace. he slips a note into her pocket without her noticing “bye tucker.” she says walking out of the door.

and that’s how i’ll remember you if we never speak again.

an: i wish i wrote holden into this more but its already finished. i’m working on an ending where she ends up with tucker too!

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“she’s got a boyfriend anyway” is always what tucker would say to himself when he saw your posts. or worse, your boyfriends posts. you had been with one of his industry friends, del water gap, for forever. you’d met tucker countless times. you’re even a fan of his! (atleast holden says so). he was always good at controlling his emotions around you, until he got invited to a listening party for holden’s new album “chasing the chimera” and you looked too good. you were wearing a little black mini dress with knee high boots. it was simple but just enough to send him over the edge.

he walked over to you and the group you were talking to. you notice him and embrace him “hey tucker! thanks for coming tonight.” he pulls away “yeah yeah, nice for holden to invite me. how’s he doing? i haven’t seen him.” she smiles “yeah he’s awesome. you should go talk to him if you see him” he almost musters a frown before nodding and walking away.

yeah i don’t think they’re breaking up anytime soon. what would tucker do in this situation? he finally gets holden alone “hey man! how’s it been? excited for the album.” holden smiles at tucker and his kind words “yeah! it’s been great. i’m really proud of the album.” they talk for a couple minutes before holden has other things to attend to.

tucker doesn’t seem to know anyone at this damn party. he sits there with a drink in his hand in the corner until you come over to him “well aren’t you just the life of the party? not gonna talk to anyone?” he chops out a laugh, trying his best to not check you out. “i don’t know anyone that well, except you and holden.” she smiles at tucker. “well you can just hangout with us, i think i’m leaving soon.” his interest peaks “like i can come with you?”

about 10 minutes later they’re in y/n’s car parked outside of an ice cream place. “small town joan of arc” plays softly in the background. “you look really good tonight” tucker says in a muttered tone. “thank you, i try.” she says smiling at him. it takes all of the will in him to not pull her into a kiss right there right then- till he realizes she’s doing it first.

she puts her hands on his face and pulls him in. it’s like a scene from one of his fucked up dreams. she pulls away out of breath, her eyes blown wide “he’s never kissed me like that” she whispers. “yeah?” he says his hands trailing down her torso.

promptly after the song skips and starts playing “slut era interlude” how fitting.

an: WOW!! idk what to say fr but i’ll do a second part if this isn’t too niche also sorry holden we love you

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“sally? in nyc??” was the text you opened your phone from tucker. “UM HELL YESSS!!” you’d already planned to be at the show so why not be apart of it!

wait. that is until you realized you have a very very important rehearsal for your upcoming role in the midsummer nights dream as titania. the rehearsal was a few hours before. you could make it, hopefully?

she wakes up early that morning, taking time to make breakfast, face-timing tucker and other important matters. rehearsal starts at 4:00, ends at 7:00, tucker goes on at 7:30. the venue is 15 minutes away from the studio. okay, you can do this.

you drive to rehearsal, switching between listening to “sally, when the wine runs out” and “blind”. two of your favorites. rehearsal was filled with 100 pirouettes, learning choreography and laughs with some of your new cast-mates, at 7:00 on the dot rehearsal ends. getting in your car, there’s traffic.. lots of traffic. shit. she gets ready in the car. she’d been sitting there for so long.. it was already 7:30, hopefully she didn’t miss the whole performance, sally was second to last. she had time.

she bursts into the venue, going into the spot between barricade and the stage, tuckers eyes softening when he sees her

1 more song. and then she’s onstage. tucker yells “where’s my sally tonight?” the fans all cheer as y/n runs out stunning a few dance moves. her and tuckers energy were bouncing off of each other and the fans were screaming. as she’s about to go off he pulls her into a kiss and the crowd gets louder. after the show is over you and tucker spend some much needed time together backstage.

AN: hi i hate this <33

an: for the three people that missed me.. HEYY BACK ON MY BULLSHIT!! sorry i haven’t been posting 2026 has been a rollercoaster so far <3

you’re making your way to the upcoming rangers game at msg, checking twitter. supposedly the players were meeting at a small bar after a game. “maybe we should go” you say turning your phone screen to your friend. “just to check?” you both had a huge crush on #15, tucker pillsbury. at every game you were there, screaming his name. even holding up signs some nights. you’d wonder if he’d ever noticed.

snapping out of it you get off the subway car and start making your way to the stadium, wearing your matching jerseys with his number on them. they were playing the mammoth, so an easy win. the game goes on, you cheering the loudest. they won 2 to 0.

you make it to the bar a couple blocks down shortly after the game ends, and in some kind of luck there he is. sitting with his teammates. “holy shit.” your friend whispers as you nudge her. you sit in a booth next to theirs, trying to be discreet as if you’re not wearing their merch. you swear he kept looking in your direction but you were trying not to get too excited. you and your friend talk over drinks as one of the other players approaches you guys “you fans?” you both nod your heads “come sit with us?” “yeah sure” you friend mutters are you both stand up.

you sit down next to the team. next to tucker. “i like your jersey” he says abruptly “uh, thanks” you say forcing a smile. your palms are sweating. your friend is hitting it off, talking with other players and you’re sitting there like a nervous wreck. “wanna get out of here?” he whispers in your ear. you’re walking out of the restaurant with him instantly.

AN: part two maybe mm