k & m

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M | major in journalism | maple leafs and devils

K | major in sports communications | golden knights and predators

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Summary: Beer Pong and Lasting Connections.

Word Count: 786

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

PART SIX:

“What do you want…” Brendan sighed, returning his head to his hands. “Dude, what’s up with you? You’re never like this, I don’t understand.” Quinn whispered, sitting beside Brendan and placing a comforting hand on his back.

“I just… I thought I was ready to see her again, I mean 3 years is a long time and… never mind.” He said, shaking his head.

Quinn just sat beside his friend, a confused look on his face as he tried to decipher the vague admission. He ran several scenarios through his head unable to comprehend the real reason for his behavior. It had never occurred to Quinn that someone would disregard their strict rules when it came to Phoebe. Before every teammate met her they were warned away and threatened with almost certain death (banishment from the Hughes household). Now that they were all adults, the rules had become more lenient, a testament to the trust in their friends. 

“I just don’t understand you Brendan. You guys were so close, and then… nothing.” Quinn said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“I know, I mean I don’t, not really. I just, I need a minute to think is all.” He said, leaning back on the couch, a tear falling from his left eye, a poetic reminder of the pain he’d caused for both Phoebe and himself.

“You know I’m here whenever you need anything.” Quinn reminded him softly, resigning himself to return to the ever-louder festivities outside.

–

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!” Phoebe yelled, crossing around the table and tackling her youngest brother.

“GET OFF OF ME!??!” He screeched, batting his arms at her as if she were a wild animal attacking him.

Jack and Matty burst into laughter watching Phoebe take Luke to the ground. Luke had been slowly replacing cups when he felt the other team wasn’t looking, and Phoebe had caught him almost immediately.

“Oh my god! I leave for a second?!?! What happened???” Quinn sighed, walking through the sliding door.

“Luke cheated! He violated the sanctity of this sport!” Phoebe yelled, her arms in a loose, but secure, chokehold around Luke’s neck.

“Luke?” Quinn asked, clearly disappointed in his younger brother.

“Well I mean… Having Matty AND Phoebe together was basically cheating anyway I mean they literally haven’t missed a single shot?? How is that fair?” He pouted, knocking Phoebe off his back, and standing up.

“You guys are such children!” He responded, picking up the cups that had spilled during the commotion.

They all laughed as they cleaned up the spilled beer, stacking the cups for a later date. Matty and Phoebe had found themselves reaching for the same cup, laughing as their hands brushed. 

“Hey guys…” Brendan said, stepping onto the porch, effectively ruining the moment.

“Brendan.” Phoebe said curtly, a frown on her face.

“I’m sorry, I just… I really don’t know what came over me…” He sighed, dropping his heads into his hands once again.

“I- It’s fine Brendan, I know you didn’t mean anything…” Phoebe sighed, resigning herself to her ever-repeating fate. A life of chasing the man she knew she could never have, one she’d thought she’d left behind when she’d been with Matty. A faint glimmer of a different path, obscured by the leaves of a past love.

“Phoebe, why don’t we go inside and grab some hot chocolate, it’s getting kinda cold.” Matty said, placing a hand on her back as he steered her past Brendan and into the safety of the kitchen.

Matty began preparing the hot chocolate, asking Phoebe about school and life and the future. She felt herself opening up to him, her past with Brendan a distant memory with Matty’s presence. She was confused. Confused as to how she could feel so strongly about a man she’d just met. Confused as to why she still wanted Brendan, despite her earlier realization.

Matty finished the hot chocolate, taking a sip of his own as he offered Phoebe a mug. She grabbed the mug, wrapping her hands around the warmth. 

“Why don’t we watch a movie on the couch?” Phoebe asked, grabbing Matty’s hand and leading him to the living room, a gentle smile painting her face.

“Jackson” He said suddenly, a blush creeping onto his face as he sat beside Phoebe.

“Huh?” She asked, confused about his random comment.

“My middle name, it’s not Ingrid, it’s Jackson.” 

“Oh. I like that! Thanks for telling me.” She smiled, grabbing a blanket and draping it over them.

Summary: Matty and Phoebe bond and the boys take on an intense game of beer pong.

Word Count: 998

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

PART FIVE:

Phoebe leaned into the boy next to her as she finally began the long process of coming to terms with unsaid emotions. Every missed call and tear spilt filled her mind and she began to cry again. Matty had shown her more kindness than Brendan ever had. In that moment she realized something that even yesterday she’d have been surprised about. She didn’t need Brendan to live. Yeah, she missed him sometimes, but she’d made something of herself. She’d made friends, long-lasting connections she never would’ve dreamed of in high school.

Everything Brendan had done to her had led her to this point,

a 19 year old proud of who she was becoming.

After a few minutes, Phoebe pulled herself back together, Matty having sat with his hands on hers the entire time. He had sat and listened to her half-hearted tears, his heart breaking with each earth-shattering sob. Although they had only just met, there was something magnetizing about their connection. A jolt of something connecting them as Matty held her close.

“Mats.” She said, turning to look into his brown eyes.

“Phoebe?” His intense gaze filled with desire.

Phoebe’s gaze flicked to the boy’s lips and darted back up quickly, a sultry action with almost certain consequences.

Matty’s gaze darkened as he tracked the girl in front of him, a smirk forming on his lips. He found his mind wandering as he moved his hand to hold her cheek, angling her face to reflect his. Her eyes found his as he began to lean forward, an electric current pulling them towards each other. Matty felt his eyes fluttering closed.

“Matthew Inrid Beniers, get your ass out here for beer pong we need a fourth!” Luke called from the deck, easing the tension and ruining the moment.

“Ingrid?” Phoebe asked, leaning back laughing.

“That’s not even my middle name, I don’t-” He started, opening his eyes.

“Sure…” She said, standing up and opening the door.

“Hey, I mean if you wanna stay here tonight you can, I know it’s hard with Brendan right now.” He said, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

“I might just take you up on that Beniers.” She said, heading out the door.

Matty found himself hoping that she’d accept his offer. He wandered toward the deck, leaning against the doorframe as he took in the screen unfolding in front of him. Luke and Jack were filling up cups, and Quinn was laughing from behind them as it was clear they were struggling.

“Dude, I think the beer’s supposed to go IN the cup.” Quinn said, doubling over in laughter.

“Thanks for the help Quintin.” Jack snarked, wiping his beer covered hands on his shirt.

“Yeah it’s not our fault someone shook the cans.” Luke added, shaking his head as he grabbed another can.

“Need help?” Matty asked, walking over to them.

“Yeah, thanks Matty.” Jack said, handing him a beer.

The three of them struggled to keep the beers from exploding as they tried to pour them into cups.

“Seriously, how many of you does it take to pour a couple beers?” Phoebe asked, wandering onto the deck in a small black bikini.

“Woah.” Matty said, not hiding the fact that he was checking her out.

“Woah now loverboy that’s our sister.” Luke said, crossing his arms.

“Relax Luke, I know I look good.” Phoebe smirked, wandering over and grabbing a can.

Of course the can she grabbed didn’t explode as she easily poured it into two cups. She grabbed another, gently opening it and pouring it into several more cups. It took her a total of three minutes to fill the remaining six cups.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” She said, standing back and allowing the boys to set up the table.

“Witch!” Jack yelled, pointing to her and laughing.

Phoebe laughed, her face brightening for the first time since Brendan’s temper tantrum. Matty found himself grateful that Luke had invited him, instead of letting him wallow at home alone. His family had opted to do a big vacation across Europe but Matty was tired of constant traveling and wanted nothing more than to stay in one place for a few months. When he’d told Luke about his depressing summer plans, he had immediately suggested that Matty come stay with them for a little bit, hoping to add a little fun into his summer. What Luke had forgotten to mention, however, was that his beautiful younger sister was staying at the house as well. Matty had known that the Hughes brothers had a sister, but the way they spoke about her made him think she was a lot younger than Luke, not just a year behind in school.

“Okay let’s do this!” Luke called, pulling Matty from his thoughts as he finished placing the cups on the table.

“Hell yeah!” Jack said, taking his place next to his younger brother.

“Okay second team, Pheebs you in?” Quinn asked, laughing at his sister’s reluctance.

“Nah you guys play, I’ll watch.” She said, stepping back.

“Oh no way Hughes, you’re on my team.” Matty called, grabbing her arm to bring her closer to the table.

“Fine… But what about Quinn?” Phoebe said, gesturing to her oldest brother.

“I think I’m gonna check on Briss, I haven’t ever seen him like this.” Quinn said, stepping back into the house.

Quinn had always been in tune with emotions, and after growing up with Brendan, he knew when something was really wrong.

Cheers filled Brendan’s ears as he wallowed in Phoebe’s room. The decorated room doing nothing to help his emotions, her evident personality suffocating him. His eyes wandered back to the sunflower, a poetic reminder of his mistakes. He was dumb and 18 and he thought he would rule the world… Little did he know at the time that Phoebe was his world.

Summary: Brendan and Phoebe fight over their past and Matty comforts her.

Word Count: 1042

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part five

PART FOUR:

“What’s up with him?” Luke said, having witnessed the tail end of Brendan’s episode. 

“Don’t bother with him,” Phoebe snarked, pulling her hair out of the way, “he’s always like this.”

“He’s really not.” Matty said, backing up one of his oldest friends.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen him like that.” Jack said, returning from the living room.

“I don’t know guys, he's weirdly possessive with me, always has been.” She shrugged, taking a sip of her tea.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jack asked, concerned.

“I just thought he was like that, I never really thought anything was off.” 

“You deserve better.” Matty said, shaking his head and walking towards the door Brendan had previously slammed. 

“You really don’t have to say anything Mats, I’ll deal. I always have.” She shrugged, placing her now empty mug into the sink.

“Mats?” Matty said, slowly opening the door.

“Oh. Sorry I mean um Matty.” 

“I like Mats.” He said, walking into Phoebe’s room.

Phoebe’s room was exactly how Matty pictured it even from their brief interactions. He scanned the room taking in the beautiful murals and the clothes strewn everywhere. His eyes found Brendan standing in front of a beautiful sunflower drawn upon the wall. He slowly approached his friend and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Go away Matty. Shouldn’t you be with your new girlfriend or something.” Brendan yelled, dropping his hand from the wall as he turned to face Matty.

“Dude, I just met her. What the fuck is up with you? She’s just a girl and she’s allowed to talk to other people.” 

Matty was shocked. In all their years of friendship, Brendan had never once raised his voice at him, let alone insult him. 

“She’s not just a girl. She’s brilliant and beautiful and the sun pales in comparison to her smile. Music sounds like nothing compared to her laugh.” Brendan shouted, causing Matty to back up.

“Look I don’t disagree, but the girl I saw out there was hurt by your actions Brendan.” Matty sneered, “she deserves so much better than your jealousy.”

Matty left the room after that leaving Brendan to wallow in thoughts about how he hurt you, even unintentionally. He hadn’t meant to snap, he really hadn’t, it was just too much hearing her flirting with another guy. Matty’s words replayed in his head as he laid back on the couch. 

“She deserves so much better than your jealousy.”

Brendan couldn’t say anything to that, he’d been frozen since that moment. Unsure what to do, he found himself reflecting on their relationship. He reflected on every night he’d promised to meet but canceled at the last minute, the way he’d chosen school over her well-being, the way he’d left her when she needed him most. Matty was right. He didn’t deserve her. He never had. Every call he’d left unanswered filtered back through his mind. 

Why hadn’t he put effort in when he’d had her?

He was angry. Angry with his past self for neglecting the best part of his life. Angry at himself now for only recently realizing all he’d lost. Angry at Matty for calling him out. Angry at Phoebe for putting up with him for so long. 

She should’ve left him after the first time he’d stood her up, but she’d stayed. She’d stayed when he’d yell at her for faults that weren’t hers. She stood by him when he’d been accepted to Michigan and drafted into the NHL. She’d held him while he’d cried over his childhood dog. She was so much better than him. She deserved a man like Matty with his life together. A stable job in the NHL, the Calder trophy winner. Not some guy who’d left Michigan at the same time, never having made the leap to the NHL, stuck in a perpetual loop of poorly played AHL hockey.

Brendan was pulled from the never-ending cycle when he heard the door open. Phoebe walked in, making her way over to where Brendan was laying.

“Look Pheebs, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You deserve so much more than me.” He rushed out, sitting up to face her.

“I- You’ve never apologized to me for anything. What did Matty even say?” 

“I know, and I should’ve apologized back when we were together. I never should’ve stood you up, I never should have left.” He said, his shoulders sagging as he went to put his head in his hands.

“You shouldn’t have. You left me, alone. Luke was away that year, Brendan. I had no one.” Phoebe said, tears welling in her eyes.

“I know. Just… Long distance never works and I- I couldn’t lose you. Not that way.” 

“Brendan. You did lose me. You lost me even before breaking up with me. I didn’t know it then but life without you has opened my eyes to how you treated me. I deserved better. Hell, I deserve better now. You don’t get to waltz in here 3 years later and say it’s all fine or act like you have me. Brendan I don’t think you ever truly had me.”

“I- I’m sorry Phoebe. I really am.” Brendan whispered as tears fell from his eyes.

“You should be.” Phoebe said, standing up and walking back to the kitchen, wiping her eyes along the way.

When she entered the kitchen, Matty immediately stood up and wrapped her into a hug. Phoebe collapsed into his arms, letting the tears she’d held fall.

“Phoebe, I’m here. I’m here.” Matty said, holding her tightly and rubbing her back.

He led her to his room, sitting with her on the bed, waiting until she was ready to talk. He held her, letting her cry and whispering comfort for around ten minutes until she was calm enough to speak.

“Look, Phoebe. I don’t know what happened between you and Brendan. I don’t want to overstep, but you deserve so so so much better.” He said when he felt her pull away.

Posted! School has been kind of hectic sorry!

Part of the Fearless (TV) series.

Summary: Leo Carlsson watches helplessly as his best friend falls in love with his teammate Pavel Mintyukov.

word count: 1298

by: M

You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

LEO’S POV:

The drive home from the arena was silent as Leo and Pavel tried to process their third consecutive loss. They had known going into the season that joining the team that had finished 32nd in a 32 team league would be hard, they just weren’t ready for the mental challenges that came along with the losing. Leo’s phone rang as he merged onto the highway. 

“Hey Leo, I saw the loss, I’m already at your place. I brought cookies!” Y/n said as soon as Leo pressed accept.

“Thanks love, I have Pavel with me tonight, so you’ll finally meet him.” Leo replied, smiling to himself. He loved how Y/n always knew exactly how he was feeling and what he needed without even having to be there.

“Hey Pavel! I have chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies so I hope you like those. I also think there’s ice cream in the freezer from the last time I was over.” She said, wandering through the apartment and rifling through the freezer.

“Oatmeal sounds great, thank you Y/n. I can’t wait.” He replied smiling.

“Found it!” Y/n called, the sound of the freezer slamming closed echoing through the speaker.

“Be careful with my fridge!” Leo said, turning off of the freeway.

“It’s fine!” Y/n said laughing.

“Okay sure, we’ll be home in 10 minutes. Please try not to break any of my appliances.” 

“Bye Leo! See you in a bit!”

“Bye!” Leo hung up the phone.

Leo had spent the past few months trying to avoid Y/n and Pavel meeting. It’s not that he didn’t think they’d get along, it was the exact opposite. Leo felt they’d get along too well and his small, eensy little crush would be cast aside in favor of letting her be happy.

When they arrived at the apartment, Leo quickly hopped out of the car, running to the elevators to see Y/n.

PAVEL’S POV:

Pavel couldn’t fully understand Leo’s haste as he was pretty sure they’d seen each other the day before, but he quickly followed Leo into the elevator.

“Y/n we’re here!” Leo called, knocking on his own door.

The door opened and Pavel swore he felt his heart skip a beat. The girl in front of him was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her brown hair cascaded around her face perfectly complimenting her eyes. Her smile made her entire face light up and Pavel wanted to have her smile tattooed on his eyelids so he’d never forget it.

“Leo, hi!” She said, smiling as he scooped her into a big hug.

“Hi love.” He laughed, setting her down.

“You must be Pavel.” She said, turning her smile to him. Pavel couldn’t figure out how he hadn’t passed out right then and there. 

“I’m- uh- Pavel, yeah.” He said, offering a hand as the tips of his ears turned an aggressive shade of pink.

“I just said that, I’m Y/n.” She laughed, taking his hand and giving it a quick shake.

“Well! Let’s get down to business. I could only find vanilla ice cream though I was sure I’d left chocolate unless Leo ate it all within the past day and a half.” She said, turning to him and frowning.

“I got hungry.” Was all he said, holding his hands up in mock defense.

The night went smoothly from there, Pavel and Y/n sharing the occasional glance as Leo turned on a movie. The movie began and Y/n was sandwiched between the boys, not that she would have complained or anything. Before long, Leo was drifting to sleep, the exerted energy from the game having caught up with him. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Pavel whispered, angling his body towards her.

“Hey Pavel.” She replied, echoing his movements.

“I- I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And I- I just- I wanted to ask for your number I guess? I mean you don’t have to- I know how close you are with Leo and I don’t want to interfere or anything.” He said, rambling. 

The entire night he’d been trying to figure out how to ask her out, but this seemed like the best time to do it.

“Pavel, I would love to give you my number. I think you’re really attractive too. Leo and I are just friends, he’s made that clear.” She said, grabbing his phone and adding her number.

Months passed and their relationship blossomed. Pavel’s every waking thought was consumed by the girl he loved. The two of them had made it official a few weeks after they’d started hanging out and told everyone a few weeks after that. Leo had pulled away from Pavel a little bit, but from what he could tell, he and Y/n were still close.

LEO’S POV:

He knew this would happen. He knew Y/n and Pavel were perfect for eachother. But, he still felt he would make a better boyfriend to Y/n. Pavel and Y/n had just met and Leo knew everything about her. He didn’t even understand her jokes like he did, his english isn't as strong. 

Leo found himself caught up in a loop, thinking about everything Pavel did that he could do better. He’d walk through the street with Y/n before practice, thinking how easy it would be to just turn and tell her how he felt. Seeing her smile was his favorite part of each day and he couldn’t bear to lose it. 

He knew he shouldn’t blame Pavel. Pavel was a leading contender for the Calder trophy and he seemed to have his whole life together, 20 years old with his own house, whilst Leo was 19 and renting an apartment from his father’s friend. Pavel had the charm Leo would never have. He was the star of the team and Leo was cast aside, his injury leaving him forgotten in the midst of the Ducks winning streak. 

“Hey Leo- Can I- Can I stay at your place tonight?” Y/n called him out of the blue.

“Yeah of course, we can talk about it when you get here.” 

She had clearly been crying, her sentences broken as she tried to communicate with her best friend. Leo almost cried himself when he opened the door to see the tear-stained face of the only person in the world who could make him feel better.

“What happened, love?” He asked, holding out his arms and wrapping the smaller girl into his arms.

“Pavel. He and I had a fight. He wants me to move in-” She said, sobbing into Leo’s shoulder.

“That can’t be everything, love there’s something you’re not telling me.” He held her tight, rubbing her back as she cried.

“He wants… He wants to get married. I mean I know it’s fast and I really love him but marriage? I mean I’m 19 for christ’s sake and I want to move in with him, I told him as much. But he wants more, he’s ready for more.” 

Leo didn’t know what to say. She was right, marriage at 19 was crazy and with his own unresolved feelings there was no way he’d be able to communicate anything useful.

“You’re gonna be okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, holding her tight.

After a little while Y/n pulled away, rubbing her eyes. 

“Thank you for being here Leo. I think I should probably go back home to see him. I kind of just stormed off and I don’t want to lose him. We need to have a proper conversation. I love you Leo, thank you so much.” She said, walking towards the door.

“I love you too Y/n. Drive safe.”

Part of the Fearless (TV) series.

Summary: Cole Caufield realizes he's always loved Y/n and chooses to distance himself as he tries to work through everything. Cole represents the opposing perspective to Taylor's "Don't You."

word count: 831

by: M

Don't You (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

Cole Caufield had a thing for his best friend and everyone knew, except him. Whether it was a passing comment from teammates in the locker room or a bump to the shoulder when she walked by, Cole’s friends were anything but subtle. Despite the knowing glances his way, Y/n remained oblivious to her best friend’s teammates. 

The moment Cole realized how he felt, he’d been on the phone with Y/n listening to her ramble on about the differences between movie adaptations of the books she loved and the books themselves. He found himself lost in her voice, smiling at the passion she felt for her stories. Y/n had asked if he was even still listening, laughing about her tangent.

God, that laugh. 

He wanted to hear that laugh forever. It was the best sound he’d ever heard, the way her face lit up on facetime as she laughed at his clear indication that he had no idea what she’d been talking about. He heard what she was saying, he wasn’t not listening, he was just preoccupied. Preoccupied by the freckles on her face, the way being the reason she smiled made his days. He’d come to the conclusion that something must be wrong with him, and he’d called the only person he thought of, Jack Hughes.

The call had gone something along the lines of Cole telling Jack he thought he liked her and Jack saying “duh” and hanging up. The call really didn’t clear anything up for him, if anything it raised more questions about when he’d started feeling this way. The next day at practice his mind wandered and he found himself skating laps to make up for it at the end of practice. He promised his coach and his teammates that it was a one time thing, but thoughts of Y/n clouded his mind when he was on the ice, leading to sloppy line changes and missed passes. His teammates, understandably, began to worry but he maintained that nothing was wrong.

Y/n had noticed something was wrong as well when he’d started pulling away from her, canceling plans last minute and creating half-assed excuses for his absences. She’d called his teammates, his friends, hell even his coach to see what was up with him and no one had any idea. Weeks passed and Y/n began to accept that she’d lost her closest friend. She stopped reaching out, and he never even tried.

By the end of the season, Cole Caufield had the lowest number of goals in his draft year. Without daily phone calls and the promise of seeing Y/n’s smile in the crowd, his game had fallen flat and he was widely considered as the biggest draft bust of the twenty-first century. He didn’t really care about his game, he cared that he’d lost Y/n in an effort to avoid exactly that. He’d thought that pulling away from her would help him manage his feelings, but it just made everything worse. When she’d stopped reaching out, he’d found it impossible to break the silence, opting to late nights out and unhealthy habits. 

During the offseason, Cole found himself spending late nights at clubs, partying until he couldn’t remember his own name. On one of these nights he’d taken his phone out and called Y/n, leaving a message about how much he wanted her and how he couldn’t risk losing her. The message was obscured by his slurred speech and the noise of the club. 

The next morning Cole had woken up with a pounding headache and three missed calls from Y/n. He hadn’t really remembered what he’d said the night before, but he hastily listened to her messages, trying to piece the night before back together.

“Hey Cole, look you really hurt me when you pulled away a few months ago. I really can’t have you calling me shit-faced at three am with promises we both know you won’t keep.”

“Cole, it’s me again, I was kind of rude before, just let me know if you get home safe, yeah?”

“Cole… I loved you. But you really hurt me. I- I just want to know you’re okay, so call me, yeah?”

One-shots inspired by my favorite songs off of Fearless.

way 1 -> Don't You - Cole Caufield

way 2 -> You Belong With Me - Leo Carlsson

way 3 -> Untouchable - Jamie Drysdale

way 4 -> Forever & Always - Jack Hughes

way 5 -> The Other Side of The Door - Trevor Zegras

way 6 -> Mr. Perfectly Fine - Auston Matthews

way 7 -> Superstar - William Nylander

way 8 -> White Horse - Alex Turcotte

way 9 -> Hey Stephen - Mason McTavish

way 10 -> Change - Mitch Marner

way 11 -> Jump Then Fall - Luke Hughes

way 12 -> The Way I Loved You - Nico Hischier

summary: Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name, this story follows Devils captain Nico Hischier as he navigates his overwhelming crush on Jack Hughes as the team tries to plan a New Year's Eve party.

word count: 2038

by: M

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, long intro, blowjobs

Summary: Brendan and Phoebe reflect on their relationship as Matty joins them at the house, reigniting Brendan's feelings for Phoebe.

Word Count: 1093

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part four | part five

PART THREE:

Brendan threw the sheets into the washing machine, turning it on and wandering onto the deck to finish his beer. It’d been a while since he’d seen Phoebe, and her presence was overwhelming. 

The door opened and Phoebe sat beside him, looking out onto the water. For Brendan it felt like he’d traveled back in time to before he’d gone to college, before he’d messed up what they’d had between them. 

“You really didn’t have to give up your room for Luke’s friend, I would’ve been fine with him on the couch.” Phoebe said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I know, I just… I feel like I should protect you. I know you can handle yourself and Matty’s a great guy and all but… I guess I’m jealous? I don’t know.” 

“It’s not your place to be jealous anymore Bren, I mean you lost me.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear and facing Brendan.

Bren.

Phoebe hadn’t called him that since they’d been together all those years ago, butterflies swarmed in his stomach as he looked into her blue eyes.

“I know Bea, I know.” He sighed, looking down into his almost empty drink, the moment shattered.

She rested her head on his shoulder as he finished his drink. Brendan imagined their lives hadn’t changed, that Phoebe was still his. He wished they were still sneaking around once her brothers were asleep, driving to Walmart and running through the isles at midnight, oblivious to the world around them. He wished he’d kept the photos of them she’d taken on her old camera when she’d been obsessed with documenting every aspect of her life. He wished he’d never left that night, that he’d turned down Michigan and promised to stay with her forever. But he hadn’t, he’d left and here they were. 

Definitely not nothing but also not something. 

An almost, a wish and a memory.

The next morning came, Brendan having slept on Phoebe’s couch as the sheets were in the dryer. He woke up, surrounded by her. Her clothing spread along the floor, perfume wafting through the brightly painted room. When Phoebe was younger she’d taken her paint set to the walls and painted intricate murals of everything and everyone she loved. Brendan wished he could still see where they had hidden their names within a heart, a new mural having taken its place. Intricate vines surrounded a large sunflower, the faintest lines of their names still peaking through. Brendan stood up, walking towards the flower, another reminder of all he’d lost. He slowly traced his finger over the remnants of his name, a smile on his face.

“What are you doing?” Phoebe said, stepping out of the adjoining bathroom in nothing but a towel. 

Brendan turned, startled as he quickly realized her lack of clothing. Despite the pure want clouding Brendan’s mind, he resisted the urge to grab her by the waist and remove the towel. 

“I- uh- well- I was admiring this flower. It wasn’t here before.” He said, a blush radiating up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“Yeah okay Bren, sure. Now turn back around so I can get dressed.” 

He turned around resisting the urge, once again, to see her without her towel. Her beauty hadn’t been lost on him as she’d walked through the door the day before. 

Once Phoebe was dressed, the two of them headed to the kitchen to get coffee and find out the plans for the day. Since Brendan had been in Vegas, he still hadn’t acclimated to the time zone which meant he’d woken up much later than everyone else.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Jack said as Brendan walked through the door, still clad in pajamas. 

“Here, I made you a coffee, it’s kinda cold now though…” Quinn smiled, handing him the drink.

Brendan had forgotten how great it felt to be around people who truly loved and appreciated him. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his dad, but his dad had been away a lot growing up and the Hughes’ were the closest things he had to a functioning family.

“Where’s Moosey?” Phoebe asked, sitting at a barstool and picking up the tea she’d left earlier in the day. 

“Picking up Matty, he should be back soon though.” Jack replied, taking the seat next to her. 

Just as Brendan finished his coffee, the door opened and Matty bounded down the stairs. 

“Hugheseys, Brissy, I’m hoooome!!” Matty had never been one for shy introductions as he quickly scooped Jack, Quinn, and Brendan into a hug.

“Hey buddy, it’s been a while. How’s Seattle?” Brendan asked, a genuine smile painting his face. 

“It’s been good man, rainy, but good. How ‘bout Vegas?” Matty smiled, genuinely happy to be back at the lake. 

“Good, really hot, but also fun.” Brendan laughed, as he tried to mimic what Matty had said.

“Oh, hey. You must be Phoebe, rude of me not to introduce myself. I’m Matty.” He said, offering a hand to shake as Phoebe wrapped him into a hug.

“No need for pleasantries, if Lukey likes you so do I. How was your flight?” 

Brendan tried not to acknowledge the pang of jealousy he’d felt when Phoebe had so easily offered his friend a hug. She hadn’t hugged him when she’d seen him again, and Luke liked him more than Matty! He knew it wasn’t fair, knew their relationship was different, but it still hurt. 

“It wasn’t that bad actually, I got to watch some movies I wanted to see and catch up on my sleep.” Matty said, a charming smile plastered onto his face.

Brendan frowned.

“Ooh. What movies did you see? I watched Spiderman in the car yesterday. Tobey Maguire, obviously.” Phoebe said, clearly lapping up Matty’s unwavering charm.

“Oh well obviously Maguire was the best Spider-man, but Garfield was the better Peter Parker. And don’t get me started on Holland. His Spider-man had it so easy. As for the movies I watched, I saw the new hockey romance movie, Odd Time Rush, and I also started the Elvis movie but I fell asleep like halfway through.” He smirked, looking at Phoebe.

“Didn’t peg you as a romance guy, but I guess the hockey part makes sense. All work all the time.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“What did you peg me as, huh? You just met me, there’s so much to get to know.” Matty winked, as Phoebe chuckled.

Summary: Phoebe accidentally grabs Brendan's shirt for the lake and the day goes downhill from there. Plus, another special guest is coming to join them over the summer.

Word Count: 1072

By: M

Parts: part one | part three | part four | part five

PART TWO:

“Excuse me?” Jack cut in, offended.

“Yeah- Wait. She’s done WHAT before?!” Luke added.

“Guys relax, it was one time… If I recall correctly someone may have spilled their drink on me” She said, nudging Brendan.

“More than once…” Brendan cut in, fucking with Phoebe.

“More than once… huh Pheebs? Something you wanna share with the class?” Quinn said, laughing. 

When Quinn laughed, Phoebe relaxed. None of the boys actually thought anything had happened between Phoebe and Brendan, but it was always enjoyable to poke fun at their little sister. 

“Sure, Lil’ Hughes has been around my closet plenty of times.” Brendan said, laughing and climbing into the boat.

“Yeah. Okay Briss.” Jack said, patting Brendan on the back, and sitting next to him.

Quinn sat behind the wheel as she joined the boys on the boat. Luke pushed us from the dock. Phoebe sat at the front, hoping to get a bit of sun on our drive. Brendan sat with Luke and Jack at the back of the boat, laughing and grabbing snacks from the bag he’d brought. Phoebe put on her sunglasses, closing her eyes and laying against the seat as the boys bickered behind her. 

“Bro- She’s totally asleep.” Luke called to the back of the boat, standing over Phoebe.

“How are we supposed to get her back to the house? I mean I’m not carrying her, not after last time.” Jack said, jumping off the boat. The last time Jack had tried to carry sleeping Phoebe, she’d woken up causing them both to fall into the grass. 

“Y’all are weak. I’ll just do it.” Brendan said, trying to avoid another fight.

He scooped the sleeping girl into his arms, wrapping her limbs around him as he stepped onto the dock. Still asleep, she nestled her face into his neck.

“Oh my god. She’s gonna be pissed when she sees that!” Quinn said after noticing that Jack had taken a picture of the loving scene. “Lake highlights!” Luke called, recalling the time Phoebe had posted a photo of him asleep on the boat.

“Hey Huggy, send that to me, yeah?” Brendan asked, smiling.

“What? Wanna study it or something?” Quinn said, laughing.

“This is definitely the closest he’s ever been to a woman. Probably wants to remember it forever.” Jack added as the boys, save Brendan, burst into laughter.

“Woman? I hadn’t noticed.” Brendan said, walking back to the house.

“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Luke called after him.

“Yeah, she’ll kick your ass. I mean there’s a reason we keep our teasing light.” Quinn laughed as he walked through the sliding door.

Brendan carefully placed Phoebe into his bed, opting against invading her space by going through her room. The girl curled into the blankets, draping an arm around the standing boy. Had she been awake, Brendan would’ve made a joking comment about their past, but her peaceful face reminded him of what he’d lost.

“Okay Hughesy, I’m gonna go back to the kitchen with your brothers. Let me know if you need anything.” He smiled, mostly to himself and removing her arm from around him.

“Yo, Briss! Took you long enough.” Jack laughed as Brendan entered the room. 

“What can I say? The ladies love me.” He replied, a smirk covering his face.

“Still my sister dude, ew.” Jack said, disgust evident on his face.

“Y'all, is it okay if I invite Matty to visit for a few days?” Luke said, walking into the kitchen and easing the tension.

“Hell yeah! I’ve missed him.” Brendan replied, grinning.

“Sure man, do we have the space? I mean mom and dad’s room is off limits so we only have four rooms…” Jack said, trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements.

“I mean someone’s gonna have to share, why don’t you just move into my room Rowdy?” Luke asked, ratifying the situation.

“Oh hell no. You snore,” Jack replied, “No one wants to deal with that.” 

“Sorry, bro.” Brendan replied when Luke gave him an expectant look.

“Hey Quinner!” Luke called across the room as his older brother walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a shower.

“What’s up Moosey?” Quinn said, grabbing a gato from the fridge.

“Will you room with Jack so Matty can visit for a bit?” Luke asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Absolutely not. I’m the oldest, I want my room to myself. Sorry bro.” Quinn uncapped his drink and took a sip.

“Briss?” Luke asked, turning to his last resort.

“Look, I mean I don’t mind sharing a room.” He shrugged, turning to Jack.

“Hold on. My room has one bed… Not happening buddy.” 

“Well that settles it then, no Matty.” Luke sighed, defeated.

“Hold on guys.” Phoebe said, walking into the kitchen, still clad in her bathing suit.

“The princess awakens from her slumber.” Brendan said, holding his arm out as dramatically as possible.

“What if your friend just sleeps on the couch in my room? I mean I have the biggest room.” She said, shrugging as if it was that simple.

“No way in hell I’m leaving you in a room with him,” Brendan cut in, “guys?”

“I mean she’s right, it’s not like they’re sharing the bed or anything.” Luke replied.

“Yeah, loosen up Briss it’ll be fine.” Jack smiled, patting him on the back.

“Phoebe doesn’t even know Matty, I should take the couch. He can have my room.” Brendan said, not willing to admit defeat.

“Brendan. I can handle myself.” Phoebe said, shocked that he’d insinuate anything different.

“I know you can, I’m just looking out for you. That’s what friends are for.” She visibly recoiled as the last sentence left his mouth.

“Whatever.” She replied, coldly, walking into her room.

“What just happened?” Luke asked as she closed the door.

“I don’t know.” Jack and Quinn said at the same time.

“I think I need a beer.” Brendan said, as the boys looked at him expectantly.

“Okay. Be like that then.” Luke said, handing him a beer from the fridge.

“What do you expect me to say? I’m just as confused as you guys.” Brendan said, taking a swig and leaning against the counter.

“Okay. Sure. Just go pack up your stuff, Matty’s coming tomorrow. We gotta wash your sheets tonight.” Luke said, a clear dismissal.

Summary: Phoebe Hughes loved being at the lake with her brothers more than anything. This is the last summer before Luke goes to New Jersey to join Jack, and she's ready to make the most of their changing lives. However, once she arrives, she learns that the boys have invited a special guest this summer... Brendan fucking Brisson.

Word Count: 1130

By: M

Parts: part two | part three | part four | part five

PART ONE:

With summer quickly approaching, Phoebe Hughes was ready to put her books away and lounge around the lake with her brothers. Although she had spent almost everyday with Luke whilst at school, she was still looking forward to having one-on-one time with the three of them like it used to be. She was proud of her brothers, of course, but with two of them in the NHL and one about to leave, she was starting to miss constantly being with them, something she’d never admit to. When the last day of the semester finally came, she and Luke packed up the car, smiling and waving to Luke’s teammates as they pulled out of the driveway. 

“Ready Pheebs?” Luke asked, turning the car onto the main road.

“Definitely.” Phoebe nodded, glad that summer continued to be a constant in their ever-changing lives. 

When they pulled up to the lake house, Phoebe was overwhelmed with the pure bliss accompanied by the wooded scenery. The lake was the one place that really felt like home to her after moving around so much as a kid. Stepping out of the car, Phoebe was transported back to high school summers with various members of her brothers’ teams, laughing around the fire pit without the stresses of adulthood. The smell of the pine trees filled her nose as she spun around, tilting her head back.

“Good to be back, huh?” Luke asked.

“You know how much I love this place.” She replied simply, everyone knew how much she loved her summers. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened and Jack stepped out, bumping into her.

“Umph- PHEEBS! I missed you kiddo.” Jack quickly wrapped her into a huge hug. Being the youngest of the Hughes siblings, Phoebe was used to being babied by her brothers and their friends.

“Missed you too Rowdy. Where’s Quinn?” She asked, stepping into the foyer. The foyer consisted of a massive hallway, and stairs leading down into the main rooms of the house. 

“Oh, Quinn’s just showing Briss around the house, you remember him right?” Boy did she remember him. Brendan had been her first crush, her first kiss, her first taste of teenage rebellion, and as all things go, her first heartbreak. Of course, the boys had no idea or Brendan would not have been invited back to the house, let alone breathing.

“Oh. Um. Maybe? You guys have a lot of friends.” She shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“You’ll recognize him when you see him, he was around a lot when we were younger. I’ll help Luke unload the car now, you should go find Quinn.” Jack said, dismissing Phoebe and walking out the door. 

Great.

Phoebe wandered down the stairs, mentally preparing herself for the overwhelming emotions that would come when she laid eyes on Brendan again. She thought she’d gotten over him when she’d ended up at University of Michigan in his wake, but the pain of what he’d done forever lingered. She didn’t really blame him, she was three years younger and never expected anything to come of their relationship, but it still hurt when he pulled away and left for college. 

“Hey Pheebs, how are ya?” Quinn said, walking to the foot of the stairs and pulling her into a long hug.

“Quinny, I missed you buddy.” She replied easily, hugging him back.

“By the way, Briss is in the guest room if you wanna say hi, I know you guys spent a lot of time together growing up.” Leave it to Quinn to have picked up on their fleeting relationship, although it seemed he didn't know the true nature of it. 

“Oh. Uh- Maybe. I’m gonna unpack first…”

“Is- Are you okay Pheebs?” Of course he picked up on her hesitancy. Quinn had always been the most observant of her brothers, he always knew when things were off about her.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Okay. We’re gonna head out on the boat in a bit if you wanna join.” He dropped the subject, although it was clear he didn’t believe her in the slightest. 

She walked to her room, opening her drawers and putting on an old swimsuit. Since she was usually only away during winter months, she left her warm weather clothes at the house, opting to make the drive on odd weekends when the weather warmed up. The bikini she grabbed had been Brendan’s favorite on her, small high waisted polka dot bottoms with a matching pink top. She hardly noticed the suit she’d grabbed, however, her mind preoccupied by thoughts of what it’d be like to finally see him again. 

“PHEEBS LETS GO!” Quinn yelled through the door, breaking her from her thoughts.

“COMING HOLD ON!!” She replied, pulling her brown hair out of its ponytail and letting it cascade down her shoulders. She ran out her door, figuring she’d grab one of her brother’s shirts as a cover up. 

“Woah.” A voice, Brendan, whispered. She wasn’t expecting him to look better than he had years before. He had been hot then, but now… Well now he was a whole other level of hot. 

“Pick your jaw up off the floor before my brothers see you ogling me. You had your shot, remember?” I said, walking into Jack’s room and grabbing a shirt from the closet. 

“Uh. Yeah.” He replied, following her into the room and scratching the back of his neck. As he raised his arm, his shirt lifted just slightly and Phoebe could see the outline of his abs, he certainly hadn’t had that when they were younger, that’s for sure.

“C’mon Lil’ Hughes, your brothers are already on the boat.” He said, leaning on the door frame as Phoebe put on Jack’s shirt, butterflies erupting in her stomach at the nickname she hadn’t heard in years.

He led the way down to the boathouse, making jokes and trying to rekindle their relationship and Phoebe couldn’t help but find it endearing. When they reached the boathouse, Phoebe was just about ready to forgive him.

“Hey Pheebs, Briss nice of y’all to finally join us.” Luke said, nodding in their direction.

“Woah, Pheebs, who’s shirt is that?” Jack asked, confused.

“You mean it’s not yours? Why the hell was it in your closet?” She asked, starting to get frustrated.

“It wasn’t- Briss and I traded rooms cause the other room was too bright for him with the big windows…”

“OH. MY. GOD. You’re wearing Briss’ shirt! HAHAHA!!” Luke interrupted Jack, cackling like a hyena. 

“Brendan.” Phoebe quickly turned to Brendan, her face shrouded in a frown. 

“I- What?” He asked, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

ricky when i catch you ricky

Summary: Jane Cambell is Mitchell Marner's best friend, and when he asks her to let the rookie goalie stay in her guest room, who is she to say no?

Word Count: 1704

By: M

Mitch and I had grown up next door to one another. There wasn’t a birthday party, school event, or family function where we weren’t together. We were inseparable. So, when Mitch got drafted to the Leafs, it made sense for me to follow him and attend the University of Toronto. I loved being around the team and doing homework at practices. I was thrilled to interview Mitch for my final papers, to spend time with him again. Once I graduated, I went on to work for the team, Mitch and I stayed close. When Mitch met Steph, I was overjoyed. She was perfect for him, but it left me with more time to myself. Something I didn’t understand what to do with. I found myself wandering aimlessly after work, never having plans. 

When Mitch told me the team had called up a new goalie, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Since he had recently moved in with Steph, he had asked me if the new guy could use my spare room until he got on his feet. I, of course, said yes. Mitch had always been a great judge of character and if he felt comfortable letting him stay with me, then I felt comfortable. What I didn't expect, however, was for this man to come through the door with lego boxes stacked above his head. And like… goalies are tall, but I couldn’t even see his face.

“Hey! Thanks for letting me crash, let me just set these down in the room and we can properly introduce ourselves…” He said, his voice muffled by the many boxes in front of him.

“Oh yeah of course, um it's the door to the left of the TV.” I replied, stepping aside so he could walk in. It took him about five minutes to set the boxes how he wanted them, the echo of fallen boxes and muttered curse words heard throughout the apartment. 

“Can you help me grab my bags? I don’t really have that much stuff yet… I mean I’m not really new to Toronto but I just lived with teammates when I was on the Marlies so like…” He said, rambling on as he stepped back into the main room. His blue eyes caught mine and he quickly lost whatever thought he was about to share. Like seriously are piercing blue eyes mandatory to be on the Leafs? Because, wow.

“I’m Joseph… Uh Woll… yeah. But I mean most people call me Joe haha…” He said, his left hand scratching the back of his neck and holding his other out awkwardly.

“Jane, but my friends call me Janie.” We shook hands. Joe and I found our rhythm easily. He would leave before I got up in the morning and I would meet him at the office for lunch before going to meetings. We’d head home together on off-days, laughing about anything and everything. I felt like that missing piece I’d been searching for had been found.

The hard-part was always away games. Joe and Mitch would spend weeks away, traveling for games whilst I was left in a mostly empty office, planning future events and booking flights. When the boys are away Steph and I usually grab dinner and talk, but I was hesitant to have to answer questions about my relationship with Joe. He and I had gotten increasingly close and several of his teammates had picked up on some of the underlying tension on my end. It was clear to me, at least, that Joe wasn’t interested in me, despite what Kniesy kept saying. Kniesy and Joe are pretty close, but I can’t help but feel like he’s just messing with me. Plus, I mean I don’t even know what Mitch would do about me dating a teammate of his. I mean he was always protective growing up, purposefully keeping me from his teams. The one time I did go out with someone from his team, we realized we’d be better off as friends, which is how I ended up with Matthew Tkachuk as my fantasy football teammate. 

I decided to go to dinner with Steph anyway, as I wanted to catch up with her. When I sat down across from her at the restaurant, my phone started buzzing. I mouthed, “hold on” to Steph as I stood up and answered the phone.

“This is Jane Campbell speaking…”

“No I know, Janie it’s me, I- I just needed to hear your voice” The voice on the phone, Joe, said clearly out of breath.

“Joe what’s going on? Are you okay?” I started panicking, why was he calling me. He never calls.

“It’s. I’m fine. I just- Did you see the game?” I hadn’t. I was so busy getting ready to see Steph and finishing work, that I’d completely forgotten to tune in.

“No- I- Tell me what’s happening.” I felt like screaming, what wasn’t he telling me? The walls felt like they were closing in.

“It’s Kniesy.” Two words that first had me breathing a sigh of relief and then feeling guilty as the walls crashed in once again.

“Okay,” I took a breath, “okay. What do you need from me? What happened? I’m with Steph. Do you need me to get there?” 

“Just stay on the phone please. He’s. He just collapsed. I mean the hit didn’t look that bad but I guess it was? I- I don’t know Janie. I don’t know.” A sob erupted from him as he tried to keep himself composed. Where was the game again? I could have sworn I’d written it down somewhere… I looked through my bag, dumping the contents on the table in front of a concerned Steph.

“Are you still there?” His voice almost whispers, having been wrecked by his sobs.

“Yeah, I’m here Joey. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” The nickname escaped me before I even knew I was saying it. Shit.

“Joey?” His quiet voice still shaking.

“I- I mean…”

“No- I- Uh- I like it- It just caught me off guard that’s all.” His smile was clear even through the phone.

“Okay wait- The game’s in Buffalo right? Let me just… I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? What hotel are you in?” I blurted out, before I could even process what I was saying. All I know is that Joey needs me and I want to- no, have to- be there. 

“You don’t have to come, I mean it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He rushed, trying to convince me not to go, but it was too late.

“See you in a bit Joey, bye.” I quickly said, trying to hang up.

“I L-” I hung up.

“Okay Steph, I gotta go. I- uh- I’m so sorry, I’ll venmo you for the salad.” I said, grabbing my coat from the back of my chair and shoveling everything back into my bag.

“Is everything okay?” Steph said, panicking.

“Yeah, Joe’s worried about Matthew, apparently he got hurt during the game. I’m just gonna fly out to Buffalo to be with him.”

“You and Joseph, huh?” She said, winking, “I mean I told Mitch y’all were a good match, but he didn’t think it would happen this quickly…”

“Oh- Um. No, we’re not together. I mean- I don’t think he even likes me like that… Not that I like him or anything.”

“Mhm, and he called his ‘platonic roommate’ for comfort when his best friend got hurt, and, said ‘platonic roommate’ is flying to another country to check on him… Okay!”

“That’s exactly what’s happening. Plus, New York is barely another country.”

“Sure… Sure. Have a nice flight Janie.”

“Thanks.”

The flight went quicker than I expected. I sat in my seat, my knee bouncing as I waited to see Joe. I was still unsure of what happened to Matthew, but if Joe was worried, so was I. The little pest had started to grow on me.

I rushed into Joe’s hotel, asking the front desk to let me through. Joe had let them know I’d be coming and to let me in. When I got to his door, I took a breath before knocking.

“Janie, thank god.” He said, opening the door and scooping me into a big hug.

“I’m here Joey, I’m here.” He stiffened at the nickname as he released me. 

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Nothing… I- I just like when you call me Joey, that’s all.” He said, letting me into his room. 

“How’s Matthew?” I asked, grabbing his hand for moral support.

“The doctor said he’ll be okay, just a concussion. It just really scared me, you know? I mean one moment we were laughing about him asking a girl out, and the next he’s on the ice.”

“A girl?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

“Yeah, I mean it feels silly now but he wants to ask the barista at the coffee shop by the rink for dinner.” He smiled, squeezing my hand.

“That’s such a good idea omg! Not silly at all, I mean she’s really pretty and nice.”

“It just got me thinking, you know? Like what if he wasn’t okay? What if he never got to tell the girl? It feels so trivial to worry about rejection at this point.”

“But he will get to tell her Joey. And she’ll say yes and it’ll be great and they’ll be together!” I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but I’m doing my best to reassure him that Kniesy and the Barista will get together in the end.

“Will they?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

“Of course, if they’re meant for eachother, it’ll happen.” I smiled, looking up at him, my hand still in his.

“Will we?” He asks.

“Will we do what?” I ask, confused.

“Will we get together?” He asks and my stomach flutters. 

“Joey?” I feel like I’m hallucinating there’s no way he means what I think he means.

“Jane. Janie. I love you. Every moment we’re apart is like I'm drowning and you’re my air.” He grabs my face, angling my eyes up to his.

pairing: Trevor Zegras x Model!Reader

overview: Y/n spends her summer at the beach with Trevor.

by: M

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Summary: Y/n wakes up next to Trevor and a pillow fight ensues.

Word Count: 549 (short part i know)

By: M

part one | part two

CONTENT WARNING: Implications of sexual content

PART THREE: Pillow Fights and Breakfast

I woke up the next morning with a mysterious arm slung around me. With the fuzziness of sleep enveloping my mind, I began to nuzzle into the body next to me, its warmth comfortable and inviting.

"Good morning." The mysterious voice whispered, the voice deep and warm with sleep. My morning delusion shattered as I realized where I was and who's voice had just spoken. I jumped out of bed, running into the adjoining bathroom to wash my face, and trying to remember the night before.

"Oh yeah, don't worry about me or anything. It's not like I hauled you up the stairs last night or anything." He called to me, annoyance laced into his voice. I walked back into the room as my head cleared.

"You tell no one about this. You hear me?"

"Yes ma'am. Whatever you say." He saluted to me grabbing a pillow from next to him and throwing it towards me. Luckily, having grown up with the Hughes brothers, I was ready. I grabbed the pillow out of the air and jumped into the bed, attempting to smother him.

"KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE! THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE TOO!" A voice, Jack, called out to us, laughter evident in his voice.

"Oh my god. You don't think he... you know... thought we were-" I quickly said, struggling to find the right words.

"We were what y/n?" Of course he would make this hard for me.

"You know..."

"No I don't. Please enlighten me y/n." I wasn't about to let him win, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I jumped on top of him, forcing the pillow onto his face.

"Ha! I win!" I jumped up, smiling. My victory was short lived, however, as he grabbed my waist, pulling me onto him. Unlike growing up wrestling with Jack, Luke, and Quinn, I wasn't used to being this close to Trevor. I looked up to see his bright eyes shining into mine. I had never noticed how blue they were, like small oceans inviting me to swim.

"Like what you see?" He smirked towards me, jokingly? Eyeing my mouth. He really did snap me back to reality, I'd have to remember to thank him later.

"Oooookay that's enough of that, I'm going down to breakfast, care to join?" I asked, walking away and opening the door.

"Oh uh- sure let me just take care of a few things first and I'll meet you down there."

"Yeah, I'll leave you to your things." I said putting air quotes around the word things. I had no idea what he'd meant by that, but I couldn't let him know. I walked down the stairs, almost bumping into Jack on the way down.

"Sounds like you two had quite the morning, huh?" Jack smiled, teasing me and poking me gently in the ribs.

"OH MY GOD EWWWW! You know that would never happen."