#forward!au

Forward!Shout and Forward!Birdy, ft. Forward!Shirobon

I just need you to know that did something to me. I don't have anything else to say but holy FUCK. Scary and #bricked. Goddamn.

1. you said something about reader expecting to hate trevor cause you expected him to be like jack but what if. a weensy crush? nothing you would ever catch smoke for and acknowledge but you're like. damn this could have been jack if he was normal :/ why'd i get the weird one :/ (do not ever show cracks in your relationship around trev or jamie. jack makes you cry? its fine. you float the idea of breaking up with him while absolutely sloshed? DO NOOOOOOT)

2. perverting the concept another anon brought up, and jack would never allow it, but i read what that anon said of trevor will "take care of you" for jack. Oh I'm Sure. unfortunately trevor is #Nice so all i can do is chew on this like a squeaky toy but. the idea you have no idea you've been passed off to ANOTHER freak who is better at hiding it is. mm. yeah. again he's great and would neverrrr. but the thought did occur.

I'll pervert it with you, hold my hand 🫂

Even in the hypothetical switch up to Trev's team, yeah you might be a bit tipsy, but you can tell he's getting antsy (understatement of the century), you lean into his side in the booth. You'll play the happy couple if it means this guy you've become attached to through not really any choice of your own is less snippy. Or when you gently prod if everything's okay back at the apartment while the residual tension still hasn't leaked out, that he was acting kind of weird at dinner...you make sure to ask half-dressed and straddling him on the couch. The minute you start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck? You can see in his eyes you won.

Even before the two of you go to HR, because I agree with everyone he wouldn't let you fucking LEAVE, you unconsciously begin to lean into him, to turn to him, because it makes your life easier than to withhold that from him. And of course, he loves it. He's convinced you're finally coming around. And when you do sign the papers, of course some of the team picks up on what's happening cause duh. Coach knows. And you feel kinda damned by their reactions, giving a smile and a shrug and look away. Meanwhile Jack is eating up the attention internally because ohhhhh the hole you're in is getting deeper, baby! Do you get it now? You're his, yeah, but he's yours now, too!

Unintentionally you are pavlov-ing him into acting out. But what else can you do? Hold your ground and piss him off further? Your strategy for making the present bearable is making your future grim 😭😭

Meanwhile dman!reader could be like Quinn you piss me off so bad & he's like that's nice babe. Come back to bed. And STILL get his way because like you said in a different ask, public pressure vs personal pressure.

wow hold my hand I love you soo much 🫂🤍

"He watches over your shoulder as you pull out your phone and ask Trevor (why the FUCK is he one of your pinned conversations) if he's seen it. He doesn't have time to think about those implications bc Trevor sends a pic of him wearing it with Jamie peeking over his shoulder and Jack sees red" this part makes me NUTSSSSS. i'm kicking my feet and giggling.

I'm imagining you have gotten a little bolder and a little braver with him not breathing down your neck. So what's the harm in bringing him to dinner and drinks with the boys? They're all friends anyways. But he is watching you like a hawk the entire night and picking up on every inside joke or thread of a story that references something He Wasn't There For. And you're kind of enjoying it (the wine is helping). Because you know his visit has an end. You'll deal with the consequences later. You're having fun with your good friends Trevor and Jamie :-) (girl he is dragging you to bed the SECOND you get back to your apartment).

I feel soooo vindicated seeing the pics that just came out of them at dinner lmfao

"He takes the next flight out to you." Got me something fierce, I can't lie....purely hypothetical here because I do agree with everyone that he wouldn't let it get this far (but how fun to have him freak tf out!) and was a little inspired, ngl.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did!" your voice is shrill. You feel insane. He is making you feel insane.

You knew he wasn't going to take the break-up well, but you couldn't believe he was at your door when you managed to get home after a night out celebrating with the team. You didn't even realize he had your address, till you remembered a package you had him send of some clothes you left at his place. Fucking foolish, on your part.

Now he was here, in your apartment at one in the morning.

"You didn't mean it," he says. There's an edge to his voice that wasn't there the first time he insisted this. Or the second. "We're not breaking up over a little distance."

"If I didn't mean it, why would I say it?" you snap. The alcohol from tonight and the distance over the past few months has made you bolder than you normally would be. Before he can answer, you pull out your phone, desperate for some sort of handhold in your uphill struggle to get Jack to believe the two of you are done. "I have the message still, okay? Since you decided not to read it."

Looking at your phone as you are, you don't see his hand twitch at his side as you unblock him for the sole purpose of proving a point. You flip your phone around to show him the last message you sent him.

"See?"

His eyes flick to it and suddenly the device is not in your hand anymore. It's in his. And he's tapping away at your screen before he flips it around for you to look at.

The fucker deleted your break up message.

"See?" he echoes, petulant. He tosses your phone onto the kitchen counter. "Now what?"

You stare at him. You can't get the words out, reeling as you are. He thinks deleting the break up message means, what, you two are still together? That it was that fucking easy?

Jack wanders over to the couch and sits down with a huff, head in his hands. You watch, shaking from either fear or rage, you can't even tell at this point.

"You know what I think?" he says finally.

You say nothing, trying to ignore the tremor in your hands and to stop swaying on your feet. You wish you were more sober for this. But maybe liquid courage is what you need to make it out of this night a single woman, yeah?

"I think," he goes on, now leaning back with a false nonchalance that practically makes your ears ring. "That the distance is making you act a little crazy, babe. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true. You're not yourself. I get it. This has been hard on us both, I know. I've been having trouble sleeping."

He sighs then scrubs his hand over his face. Tilts his head to look you over, eyes narrowed slightly. "But if you wanted me to come out and visit, you didn't have to do something so...dramatic. You could have just said something."

"Jack--"

"I'm talking now."

A chill goes through you despite the heat outside. It doesn't get cold here in the winter, not like Jersey. You've been learning to enjoy that.

Jack absently pats the other cushion of the loveseat.

You could leave. You could run out of your apartment and then -- then what? Go to a teammate's place? Get a hotel? He'd find you. Hell, would he even let you get out of the building?

And at the end of the day, he's Jack Hughes. All he has to do is say he's your boyfriend and everyone will believe him. You would look crazy, insisting that the two of you were broken up when he would simply say otherwise. It's a game of chicken that you would never win.

Cautiously, you sit on the edge of the armchair facing him. Not the loveseat.

He smiles, but it's mean. It's barely a smile, strained at the edges as it is. For another moment he's quiet, then: "Are you fucking him?"

If you weren't sitting, your legs would have given out from under you.

"What?"

Jack simply stares as your mind races, sweat beading on the back of your neck. Who could he possibly be referring to? What the fuck is he talking about?

"I mean, you must be if you didn't want me out here, right? That's the only explanation why you wouldn't want your boyfriend to come visit."

You think back to whoever of your teammate's he's ragged on the most during those godawful Facetimes and phone calls, your stomach turning over. You aren't sleeping with any of your teammates -- you never would have in the first place if Jack would have given you the option of being left alone. What does he think is happening here?

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, like you two are discussing a secret. "You found a new hockey player to fuck, right? I thought you wouldn't be so careless as to go after another one. You don't want to get a reputation, do you?"

You feel cold and hot all over at the same time, clammy and clumsy and oh, God. Is he trying to threaten you right now? Not trying. He's succeeding.

Your mouth is dry. It's a miracle you can get the words out. "I'm not fucking anyone, Jack."

You try not to squirm as he stares. You don't know how long his eyes rake over you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, caging you with his gaze. But eventually he nods slowly, satisfied with whatever he's found. "So, you are just being dramatic then. Got it."

He stands as abruptly as he sat. You don't flinch but it's an almost thing, your fingers digging into the fabric of your pants. You blink back frustrated tears as he heads down the one hallway of your apartment, him calling over his shoulder:

"You haven't given me the tour yet."

this got me something fierce are you joking what a gift!!!!

you do get surprise traded. jack ofc crashes out. but then you tell him its to the flyers. so its okay! you're not TOO far (jack is still chewing his nails to shreds. strained smile) but it's okay! honest! because his bestest buddy trevor can keep an eye on you now :-) he'll take care of you. after all, what're friends for?

is this anything worth sniffing at....

everything you guys send me is worth sniffing at 🫂 hold my hand