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Sam Dickinson x Outdoorsy reader.
Word Count: 777
Summary : Sam spends the entire hike acting like he’s being personally victimised, only to decide he likes it once he gets his arms around you.
Genre : Fluff
Sam called from somewhere behind you, his voice carrying through the trees with enough offence in his tone to make you laugh.
You glanced over your shoulder to look at him.
Sam was only a few steps back, baseball cap pulled low, one hand holding two water bottles, the other clutching the strap of the backpack that you insisted he didn’t need to bring.
He actually looked personally betrayed by the incline.
“It is an easy hike, honey.”
Sam stopped walking.
“You are such a liar.”
“It’s barely uphill.”
He just stared blankly at you.
“We have been walking uphill for twenty minutes.”
“Cardio is good for you.”
“One, I play hockey and two, we could have done a different kind of cardio if you had asked.”
“Then why are you complaining?” You paused for a moment before adding. “And we’ll see, depends how you do.”
“I was promised a cute nature walk, this is not a cute nature walk, this is torture."
You laughed, stepping back down the path until you were standing in front of him.
A faint blush sat across his cheeks, whether it was from the climb or the summer heat, you weren’t sure.
Maybe both.
But he looked so cute either way.
You reached up and adjusted the brim of his hat.
“You are being so dramatic.”
His head dropped back.
“Oh my god, not you too.”
You gave him a puzzled look, “Who else tells you that?”
“My mom, my coach, literally everyone I know,”
You smiled.
Maybe that should tell you something, then.
“Yeah.” Sam muttered to himself, loud enough for you to hear, “That no one appreciates me as they should.”
You laughed and fell into step beside him.
You had been trying to get Sam to join one of your hikes for the last few weeks.
He claimed to love the outdoors and came across as outdoorsy.
But so far, all the evidence suggested that he loved sitting outdoors with snacks.
And not actual hiking, but to his credit, he hadn’t turned around yet.
“You know, I only agreed to this because I thought that there would be, like you know, a bench or something,” Sam said after a couple of minutes of silence.
“A bench?”
“Yeah, you know, somewhere scenic we can sit, and I can look cute.”
You laughed.
“You still look cute, though.”
Sam glanced at you.
“Do I?”
You smiled at him, looking him up and down dramatically, cap slightly crooked, hair sticking out at the sides, slightly sweaty, pouting.
“Unfortunately, yeah.”
Sam beamed.
“Nice.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“And yet you still brought me here.”
“That was my first mistake.”
Sam gasped dramatically.
“Oh wow, babe, that hurt.”
You smiled to yourself as he bumped his shoulder into yours.
After a few minutes, the surrounding trees finally opened up to the overlook.
The lake below stretched out, sunlight glistening across the surface, hills in the distance under a cloudless sky.
Sam stopped.
“Oh.”
You turned to look at him.
His eyes were now wide, all his previous complaints forgotten.
“Okay, I hate to admit it, but this is pretty cool,” he said, stepping up beside you.
You folded your arms with a smug smile spreading across your face.
“Thank you.”
He glanced down at you.
“Don’t get cocky now.”
“Too late for that.”
Sam laughed, setting down the backpack and water bottles before moving to stand directly behind you.
His arms slid around your waist, pulling your back against his chest.
You melted into him.
The breeze was warm, and you could hear the sounds of birds chirping somewhere in the distance, Sam’s chin now resting on your shoulder.
“This is the part I like,” he murmured.
“What, the view?”
He paused for a moment.
“The view is nice,” he said, “but I meant this.”
Your smile softened at his confession.
You tilted your head to look at him slightly.
He was already looking at you, with an expression far too sweet for someone who spent the last half hour acting like he was being marched to his death.
“You are so cheesy.”
He shrugged in return.
“You love it.”
And unfortunately, you did.
You turned in his arms just enough to give him a kiss.
You could feel him smile against your lips.
When you pulled away, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“So, can we go home now?”
You laughed, “We just got here.”
Sam groaned dramatically, his arms tightening around you.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
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Summary: The distance between you and Joaquín seems to extend the more you two are apart. And one night you receive a well needed phonecall.
Previous Part -> Next Part
A/N: so so happy he's coming back in Doomsday! But also Shang-Chi! I'm not that much for the film, the lack of characters is just disappointing. Second to last part of the mini-series, can't believe it's almost over. I should say that SA is implied in this chapter but I don't say it explicitly(just one sentence), Mario is evil. Alas there's a cameo in this one yet again lol(yes its yelena).
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You haven't talked or seen Joaquín in a couple of days, you also didn't have the heart to reach out.
You knew he didn't want to hear from you so you at least kept that wish.
The last couple of nights have been nothing but restlessness.
Every creak of the door, every breeze of the wind just made you uneasy now.
It was clear as day, that this case- this whole thing was making you go mad.
Tonight, you looked out at your binoculars.
Exhaustion seeping into your bones.
In your mind, the argument between you and Joaquín keeps replaying like a broken record.
The anger in his voice.
The defensiveness of yours.
When he walked away from you, leaving you alone just as you'd always been.
Finding stability in life can be hard, it's extremely difficult in this kind of life.
You weren't a hero, you weren't a villain.
Just doing what you needed to do to survive.
Even if it was morally wrong or right.
You just needed to feel safe.
And you did, for a quick moment with him.
Joaquín's touch calmed you a lot more than you cared to admit.
You hadn't realized you lacked a bit maturity.
Until you acted like a toddler upset about getting put in time out.
You lacked a lot of things truthfully.
Didn't know how to make genuine friends.
You weren't the type of person to greet your neighbors in the morning.
But... Joaquín did. And he was that kind of person.
If you knew any better, he was using those tactics on you.
He was good.
Deep down, that was something you'd always wanted to do.
To be good.
Do good.
And then you drove him away.
The envy and bitterness sat in your heart.
It was a sign.
You clearly was destined to be alone forever.
At least in this lifetime.
Your face scrunched up in a frown as you packed your gear.
Heading back to the hotel.
You sat on the bed, your head is in your hands.
The limited options and burdens weighing down on you.
Then... your phone starts to ring. Or buzz in this case.
Confusion flooded your senses.
When you pick up the phone, the confusion doesn't ease in the slightest.
You don't recognize the number so you do like any sane person would do.
You ignore it.
Until they call again.
This time, you answer it.
Annoyed already with who is pestering you at this hour.
You're about to tell them 'wrong number'.
When the voice you hear has been one you've been trying to forget for days.
"I have these coordinates, I'm gonna need you to write them down." Joaquín sighs before continuing. "I know we're not talking and I should hate you right now but... that doesn't mean I'm just gonna leave you with this mess."
"Sam has no idea you're calling me, does he?" You ask, grabbing a notepad.
You could feel his sheepish smile over the phone.
"Yeah, he did kinda ground me since I got kidnapped. I'm like... a teenager going through rebellion." He types onto the computer. "Ready for the cords."
"Ready, read them to me." You glance out the window.
Joaquín tells you the coordinates, nice and slow.
You wrote it down with ease.
Soon enough, you found yourself heading out the door.
When a woman stood at the end of the hallway.
Yelena.
She had this look of regret on her face. Perhaps even disappointment.
"Whatever you need to say, you should say it now." You look at her. "I already feel like shit."
She walked over to you. "So you already know you screwed up, that's good."
"And how much did Bucky tell you?" You ask.
"That you and your little birdie were dealing with... business," Yelena glanced behind you. "Speaking of which, where is he?"
You looked away. "Not exactly on great terms right now, he just gave me coordinates but..."
"You're up in your feelings again and pushing everyone away." She reads you like a book.
"I am not," You weakly argued.
Yelena looks at you, unimpressed.
You sighed, "It's better this way, I'm meant to lead this life alone."
She placed her hand on your shoulder and took an inhale.
"That's not true," She argued, "There is good inside of all of us. It only matters if you use it to the fullest potential."
"And where's you get that speech from?" You sniffled.
"Bucky had some cards lying around," Yelena smirked, "But I am serious. If I can get another chance, you will too."
"He gave me coordinates, Joaquín." You shook your head, "He's supposed to hate me and never talk to me again."
"Cleary something changed his mind if he gave you coordinates." Yelena raised an eyebrow, "He didn't have to do that."
"Because he's the embodiment of good, he's used to helping people. And I- I can't be like that." You rambled.
"Can't or won't?" Yelena asked. "Because it looks like to me you don't want to."
"I really do hate you sometimes," You mumbled.
"You really don't," Yelena grinned. "Now, you are going to drive this place and you're gonna kick ass."
"Right," You nod, gathering courage.
"Want me to come with you?" Yelena questioned, suspicious etched on her face.
You shook your head, "No, I have a feeling he'll meet me there."
"I'm coming with you anyways," Yelena walks beside you, "Gotta keep my publicity somehow."
"And to piss off Val?" You adjusted your gear.
Yelena chuckled, "Always, yes. She even asked about you, by the way."
Your posture stiffen on instinct before relaxing.
"What did she want now?" You got in the car.
Yelena got in the passengers. "Nothing, just wanted to know how you were doing."
"And what did you tell her?" You looked up the coordinates on google maps.
"I lied and told her you were doing fine," She glanced at you.
You sighed, "How thoughtful of you,"
The two of you drove in continued silence.
The trees and lights became a blur as you passed by.
"Wait, there." Yelena spoke up.
Pointing at something in the distance.
It looked like a hotel, the lights were still on.
A select few, anyways.
And a man, stood alone just a couple meters from it.
Joaquín.
"There's your birdie," She mutters.
You exited the car and walked towards him.
Yelena followed but a few steps behind, purposely.
Wanting to give you and Joaquin a moment.
As if sensing you, he turned around.
A flicker of recognition flashed across his face.
"Was scared you wouldn't show up," Joaquín admits.
You take the time to really look at him.
The moonlight highlighting his already defined features.
It also highlights the blotch of red and purple around his eye.
"Yeah, I um, I really want to end this with Mario." You nod.
"He hurt you?" He moved closer.
You avoid his eyes, "Yeah, he has a habit of doing that kind of thing with people like me."
Joaquín didn't need to ask and knew not to.
Your words and defensive walls were being built up again right before his eyes.
It was enough of an answer.
"And I know I hurt you with what I said and for that, I'm sorry." You looked back at him.
Joaquín shook his head, "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I was way out of line with what I said about you and your past. I was just-"
"Angry," You finished for him. "That I wouldn't tell you the truth, and the truth is I do trust you. And I'm scared of a lot of things."
Joaquín nods, "It's okay to feel scared."
Yelena checks her watch and whistles lowly to herself.
That was a cue to wrap things up.
Or as if to tell you both that this was getting sappy.
You reach your hand out. "Can we please be partners again?"
Joaquín smirked, "Sounds like you actually like having me around."
"I value your skills and nothing else-"
Your words were muffled as you were being bonecrushed by Joaquín.
He hugged you tight. "You like me," He grins.
You wanted to groan before Yelena spoke up.
"They absolutely do, now hug him back. We can't wait out here for long."
You sighed into his chest before hesitantly wrapping your arms around him.
Summary: You see Sidney again after ten years, at vastly different stages in your respective careers. Forcing unresolved feelings to the surface for confrontation.
First Part -> Next Part
A/N: Had to listen all three of her albums while I was writing this. This sorta serves as a prologue funnily enough for the rest of series. I see parts 2 - 4 as the actual story and then the final part being a epilogue. I'm hoping to get the second part of this out in two or three weeks from now!
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The louds cheers were almost deafening.
"Being so loud tonight for me Pittsburgh," You chuckled.
You walked over to the piano.
"Last song of the night, can you guess what it is?" You placed your microphone in the placeholder.
Then played a couple of notes, as a warm up.
Humming softly to yourself.
Before playing the familiar notes of the ending track on your debut album.
"You stopped saying goodnight, that was the first sign that you were letting go."
You sang into your mic, the crowd joining in from time to time.
Everytime you look out, you see the flashlights.
Reminding you of fireflies.
"Tell me it's nothing," You played the chord. "I don't believe you."
As they light up the sky, your fans light up the arena.
The ballad healing broken hearts along the way.
"I feel so stupid," You hummed. "Cause I still say goodnight."
Singing the last lyric, the crowd applauded you.
And that was it.
You had finished your tour.
Despite having your debut album being released almost ten years ago.
Nostalgia tours doesn't hurt anyone.
"Thank you, Pittsburgh! It truly means the world you all came tonight. Until next time."
You wave at the crowd.
You had walked behind the stage and into your dressing room.
Followed by deep inhales.
You sit down infront of your vanity.
When your phone rings, you see the caller ID and you had no choice but to answer.
"Hi mom," You greet, "I thought you and dad were sleeping."
"And miss your last show?" Your dad chuckled. "You're out of your damn mind, kiddo."
"What he means is you did so good tonight," Your mom gushed over the phone.
You took off your mic pack. "Thanks, guys. I just can't believe it's over."
"You'll be back on the stage soon enough," She reassured you.
"Now get some rest, we love you." Your dad blows a kiss to the phone.
"I love you guys too." You wave.
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The following day, a sense of calmness lies within you.
As well as unease, your manager and label keep bugging you for new music.
You have been having slight trouble finding motivation to write.
Not much interesting has happened in your life during your absence in the music world.
Only just fun ideas and scenarios that you could potentially write about.
You walk down the street.
Putting your earbuds in your ear, greeted with Adele serenading you.
The sound of your name causing you to turn around.
When you identified who it was.
Your heart dropped from your chest.
Almost like a time machine.
One single look, and you felt everything again.
"Sidney," You smile politely.
He awkwardly smiles back.
It was then you realized he wasn't alone.
Two men, probably close to him were standing beside him.
Giving you curious looks.
"How have you been?" You tried to start a conversation.
"I've been good," He adjusted his hat, "How about you?"
You nod, "Been well. Just finished my tour last night."
"That's good," Sidney agrees. "This is Kris and Geno, teammates."
"We won cup," Geno adds with a grin.
Kris glanced at Geno with a look that said 'shut up'
"Like the stanley cup?" You adjusted your jacket.
"The only one, in hockey at least." Sidney answered.
"Couldn't have happened to a more dedicated person." You congratulated them, mainly him.
You don't miss the way Sidney's jaw clenched at your words.
A word as simple as 'dedicated' tasting like vemon on your tongue.
The feeling of regret you can sense from his exhale.
Teenagers.
They can make stupid mistakes.
Sidney choosing hockey over you was definitely one of them.
"You two should exchange numbers, we do have the parade to go to soon." Kris suggested.
You should say no, hold onto your decade long grudge.
But for some reason, you find yourself agreeing and putting your number into his phone.
Hours later, you find yourself well in Canada.
Back at home, your hands rest on your piano.
Your phone buzzes. A text message.
S: are you up?
You find yourself taking a sharp inhale.
Reaching for your song journal.
Flipping through the numerous pages until you land on a song, '28'.
With a sudden urge you write and you write.
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You still look at the unread text.
Unable to sleep.
Stuck in the habitable in your mind that exists of only him.
Finally you decide to text back.
You: Yeah, are you?
His reply came back in an instant.
Sidney: I am, and I am debating what to say. So many words left unsaid. The main one being I'm sorry.
You bit the inside of your cheek, almost wanting to scoff at the text.
You: You have nothing to apologize for
Sidney: But we both know I do, I hurt you. I could have easily maintained us and hockey. I chose not to. I apologize for that.
It seemed genuine. That was the thing.
Anything related to him was completely genuine.
It almost sounds like a trick.
But you can feel his remorse through the screen.
And you're healed from it... mostly.
You: We were just stupid teenagers.
Sidney: Which is why I want to do a redo, if you'll have me. I want to reconnect properly this time
You type something and delete it, you go through this process for about five minutes.
Then he sends a text that steers you into his orbit.
Sidney: I missed you.
Your fingers halted on the screen.
You knew you weren't one to haunt the narrative.
But then you actually think about it.
Ten years apart, you were all he's ever known.
He probably went on countless and countless of dates trying to forget you.
Only to moan the wrong name when it comes down to it.
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summary : you and nathan have been best friends since always, just best friends and no more, but everyone thinks the opposite. so, in the olympics, the team canada was trying to help.
warnings : mentions of team usa and j*ck h*gh*s. sad nathan mackinnon. use of yn.
a / n : hi !! it's my first fic here. english it's not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes.
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it's been a few days since you were in milano. everything was amazing; the food, the people, the olympics, and so on. the only problem is that you and nathan haven't been spending much time together. you two used to talk and do everything together, but it's not the same anymore, and the team canada have noticed the tension between you two.
today, you and nathan were at a restaurant with some of the team Canada; Ssdney, mitch, brad, cale, and macklin.
everyone knows that you and nathan are friends, but macklin doesn't. he thinks that you and nathan are a couple.
"i didn't know nathan's girlfriend was funny," macklin said, and everybody looked at him, including you and nathan.
"what girlfriend?" nathan asked, confused. "i don't have a girlfriend."
macklin looked at him, confused, and then pointed at you. "yn is not your girlfriend?"
after those words, everyone started laughing, except you and nathan.
"it's okay, kid," Sidney says, patting him on the shoulder. "everyone thinks they're a couple the first time."
"it's not funny, though," you said, looking at them.
"what she said," mathan agreed.
"c'mon, guys. you two act like a married couple," brad says. "you two should date someday, maybe tomorrow."
"not funny," you reply, but brad's words stay in your mind and Nathan's.
"can i be the godfather?" cale asked with a smirk.
"keep dreaming," nathan answered with a serious face, clearly not enjoying this.
and that was just the beginning.
later that night, everyone on team canada was in cale's hotel room—everyone except nathan, who was with you in your hotel room watching a movie and talking about how well nathan was playing in the olympics.
everyone was planning how to get the two of you to confess your feelings, which was difficult considering you and nathan had sworn not to like each other.
"how about we put them together in all the activities?" mitch suggested.
"too obvious," sid replied.
"just lock them in a room until they confess their feelings," brad said.
"it's not a bad idea, honestly," macklin replied.
and with that, they carried out their plan after the hockey final, when they won the gold.
unfortunately, they didn't win the gold, and they almost forgot about the plan after the ceremony.
you knew the gold was important to everyone, and you knew nathan would be devastated and upset with himself after the ceremony.
nathan and you went to your room because nathan didn't want to be alone in his hotel room. he felt like he had failed the team.
"you know it's not your fault," you asked softly when Nathan sat on the edge of your bed.
"i should have scored a goal," he replied, looking at his feet.
"not only you," you answered, sitting next to him.
"yeah, i know," he said more to himself.
"i hate team usa," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. "and that jack hughes."
nathan laughed, barely, but he did, and that's all you need right now.
"i'm going to my room to grab some clothes, and then i'll come back," he said as he got up from the bed.
he tried to open the door but couldn't. He looked at you, confused.
"did you lock the door?" he asked.
"i didn't," you replied, getting up from the bed and walking to the door. you tried to open it, but it wouldn't open.
"you two won't leave until you both confess your feelings," you and nathan heard macklin say from the other side of the door.
"i'm going to kill that kid," nathan murmured.
"i heard you, and it's not going to happen," macklin replied. "you're both gonna thank the team later."
you just let out a sigh and crossed your arms when you saw nathan.
"we'll definitely never get out of here," you said.
"we are going to get out of here," nathan assured.
both of you stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. you kept thinking about what brad said at the restaurant and about the times you were alone with him. you kept telling yourself that you two were best friends and that he didn't like or love you the way you do.
nathan was thinking the same. he really didn't want to ruin their friendship. he wasn't dating anyone else because no one compared to you.
"when do you think they'll give up?" he asked, approaching you by taking barely two steps.
"i don't know, maybe until we have to go back to usa." you answered, looking up at his blue eyes. you always loved his eyes; you never got tired of them.
he hummed softly, his gaze falling on your lips, of course you noticed.
"do you have something to say?" you asked before your courage disappeared.
he looked into your eyes and nodded slightly.
"brad was right that night," he answered, not hiding anything, and took two steps closer until your bodies were barely touching.
"about us acting like a married couple?" you asked.
"yes, that," he replied. "i...well, i've loved you since high school, but not as a friend," nathan confessed.
your mouth opened, but no words came out. you were very surprised by nathan's confession.
"i never said anything because i didn't want to ruin our friendship," he continued.
"me either," you finally say. "i was trying to move on from you."
“don't,” he answered so quickly that you chuckled softly.
"why?" you asked with a smirk.
"because i say so," he replied, taking a step closer until your bodies were touching completely.
"whatever you say, nate," you answered. "and just for the record, i'm not going to stop with the memes," you warned.
"don't do it. honestly, i like it," he confessed, his hands grabbing your waist softly as if you were fragile.
"i knew it," you answered triumphantly.
"don't tell anyone. i have a reputation to uphold," he answered, bringing his face closer to yours.
"shut up and kiss me," you said, feigning impatience.
nathan laughed, and before you could complain, he kissed you softly and warmly.
all those years of waiting were worth it.
macklin and the rest of team canada were celebrating in the hallway. Everyone had been there, waiting.
"i will definitely be the godfather at their wedding," Cale said.
