Hey guys, my name is Wren and I'm sort of a writer and decided to put it to good use to write some imagines of some hockey players :]
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Summary: Making smores late at night reveals deep feelings you and and your fellow counselor, Laila kept hidden.
A/N: I really should write for Laila more tbh... when the upcoming 26-27 season starts I might open up requests again.
This being posted on juneteenth was unplanned I swear! This is scheduled(like many other fics in this series), I won't know what team she'll get drafted to until after this is officially published. Very jealous of future me rn
Part of my summer fic-fest series(day 2) :]
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The first week of camp was finally finished.
In a fit of giggles and loud whispers, you sat with your guitar.
In the midst of a story, an attempt to scare the kids was going extremely well.
Laila, who sat beside you was completely amused.
"What happened next?" A kid asked.
You stayed quiet for a moment, letting the suspense build.
"And then," You finally spoke. "He woke up."
Laila gasped, playing along. "They woke up?"
"Yes, it all ended up being a nightmare." You chuckled.
The kids let out exclamations of shock, some protest at the lazy ending.
You couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Laila sat up straighter. "Hey, who wants to make some smores?"
Now that.
That got their attention.
The kids excitement was beaming compared to the night sky.
You sat alone, roasting finally your marshmallow.
After taking care of several other kids, of course.
Chocolate and crumbs filled alongside the grass.
Along with many giggles.
After a couple of minutes, the marshmallow was set to your preferred taste.
A younger camper tugged on your shirt.
The red-hair child with freckles all over.
"Something wrong, Andy?" You looked down.
"I have a question." She tells you.
"Ask away then." You pats her head.
"How do you know when you're in love?" Andy plopped down next to you.
Now that's definitely a question you wasn't expecting to come from an 8 year-old.
"Well," You sighed. "It depends, and can be shown through various actions. Mainly though, you'd want to do anything for them."
"And what does it look like?" Andy leaned in closer.
You thought for a while. "You look at them like they've hung up the stars."
"That's the same way Laila looks at you," Andy giggles, chocolate dropping from her mouth.
You looked away for a quick second, you eyes found Laila's instantly.
Instead of looking away like she usually would, she just gave you a shy smile.
"Yeah... exactly the same way." You agreed.
Andy gasped. "Your marshmallow!"
You quickly looked at your marshmallow and it was completely turned into crisps.
Adding fuel to the dying fire.
"Ah, damn it." You cursed before glancing at Andy. "Don't repeat that."
The young girl giggled in response before scurrying off.
Jake, another counselor seemed to be on the same page with Andy.
He guided the group of kids to bed and sent you a knowing glance.
It was now just you and Laila.
The claps from the fire illuminated her features.
She looked even better in the moonlight alone.
As you turned your new marshmallow over, Laila closed the distance.
Her knee knocked into yours.
An unspoken agreement hangs in the air.
Her fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on her thigh.
Musting up some courage, you linked your pinky with hers.
She didn't pull away, that was a good sign.
In fact, Laila opted to take your whole hand in hers.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
You turned your head in her direction, her eyes were already on you.
Full of uncertainty and longing.
You nod once, a simple action saying more than words ever could.
It was then that Laila knew you were it for her and she was the one for you too.
I promise more fics are on the way soon, my gift to you all is the summer fic fest series.
It officially kicked off last week and the second imagine is about to be posted at 10am EST. This series starts in June and will end in August, so the duration of summer expect three fics each month!
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Summary: Losing contact with Joaquin, you enlist some help to find him again. The aftermath makes you unsure if you did the right thing.
Previous Part -> Next Part
A/N: It was originally gonna be Yelena who helped yall with the way I originally planned to finish part two but since that's changed to what I posted, I did this instead. Don't worry, you'll like the cameo. There's angst in this one sooooo buckle up.
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Your mind was running with a million thoughts per hour, most of them being about Joaquin.
"Joaquin?" You spoke. "Joaquin, this isn't funny. Answer me."
Silence
"Damn it," You cursed.
You pulled out your burner phone, Sam's number being right at the top.
You knew you couldn't ask or tell him what happened, he'd get furious.
Already left with limited options, you dial the one number you can think of.
They picked up on the third ring.
"I need a favor." You tell him.
After the call, you grew agitated.
For a couple of hours, you were on edge.
The knock on the door, seemed to calm you as you went to answer it.
Behind it, Bucky stood with his gear fully intact.
"Hey kid," He greets. "You look like shit."
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, thanks, you too. Let's go."
You grabbed the keys and exited the room.
Bucky following close behind.
The two of you got into the truck, you in the driver's seat.
"How did you even find time away from the avengers to do this?" You asked.
"Simple. I snuck out." Bucky answered.
You glanced at him. "I don't believe that at all."
"I used my two weeks time off for this, this better be worth it." Bucky sighed.
"I'm surprised you have any time at all, being an avenger and a congressman." You shook your head.
"Don't even start." He warns. "Keep your eyes on the road."
The two of you rode in silence for a while, it being comforting but also unsettling.
"You're worried about him, I can tell." Bucky glanced at you. "He's a good kid, he'll be fine."
"You don't know that, Bucky." You glanced at the rear view mirror, "He's been in the military and sure fought with you and Sam but this? This is something else entirely."
He nods in agreement. "Okay, then what really happened that has you all on edge?"
You kept your eyes on the road, your jaw clenched.
"He saw a file... something he wasn't meant to see." You whispered.
Bucky looked over at you, his eyes shifting from confusion to realization.
"Are you..." He trails off, unsure.
"It's all in the past." You sighed. "I'm over it."
You parked the car on the side of the road.
"He should be in there." Bucky said. "Let's get this over with."
Across from you, an abandoned warehouse.
Barely any lights on.
Shadows figures passed through the glass panes.
A fatal reminder of what awaits you.
The two of you got closer, hoping and waiting for a perfect time to strike.
Through the small peak in, you saw Joaquin.
His curls was mess.
His suit had blood all over almost clashing with the white.
And the look on his face...
Not in the facial expressions to keep up the facade but you saw it in his eyes.
He was conflicted. About what, you didn't know.
You didn't care to want to know.
Mario glanced while in conversation at the window and you immediately ducked.
When you peaked in again, both his and his men backs were turned.
Bucky climbed in through a open window, steps silent.
You followed him soon after.
Mario fixed his cufflinks, "We're gonna need to move soon."
"Well what are we to do with him?" The man guestred to Joaquin with distaste.
"He has seen too much, he has to come with us. Become one of us." Mario glanced at Joaquin, a look of determination in his eyes.
The man nods. "And what about the red widow?"
"We'll deal with the red widow problem soon... and this time, permanently." Mario's jaw clenched.
"You said that last time and they nearly killed you," The man looked at Mario. "You are no match for the red widow and yet you keep trying."
Mario huffs, "And I will succeed this time, I will kill the red widow and I'll make sure they never come back."
You took a dart gun from an open crate and easily shot some of the men.
In turn, Bucky took out of the men closest to Joaquin.
Mario immediately started to fire, you took this as an opportunity to come at him from behind.
"Hey, miss me?" You kicked him in the ribs, causing him to tumble.
He growled in anger.
Mario threw a punch which you easily dodged but failed to miss the sweep causing you to fall.
He held a knife to your neck, his eyes burning into your soul.
"I will be the last face, you will ever see." He grunts.
You smirked. "As will I to you."
You sucked a dart into Mario's neck.
He hissed in pain and shoves you away.
"I'll get next time," Mario warns. "For good."
He threw a mist in your face and vanished from sight.
Leaving only you, Joaquin, and Bucky.
You ran over to Joaquin before tumbling to the ground.
It fades to black.
Joaquin caressed your face, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
You wake up slowly, eyes blinking as you regain consciousness.
Your expression softened as you looked up at Joaquin before realizing what was happening.
You quickly sat up and pushed him away.
"What happened?" You ran your fingers through your hair.
Bucky answered, "You passed out."
"Probably from stress," Joaquin suggests.
Bucky shook his head. "Definitely from the mist."
"Doesn't matter, we have to get out of here." You stood up.
Bucky nods, "I'll just leave you two to it then."
"You hitched yourself a ride?" Joaquin asked.
"Perk of being an Avenger." He smirks.
The two of you were left alone in the warehouse, many words left unsaid.
"Hey, uh I never really asked. What's up with this red widow stuff? It's all they kept on talking about." Joaquin looked at you.
"Just stop talking, Joaquin." You opened the door.
You exited the building, Joaquin followed you.
The night stars twinkling above just as your patience began to simmer.
"You're keeping me in the dark, we're supposed to be partners on this." He glanced at you.
"We're not. We're not partners, this is my operation. I didn't even want you in the first place." You shook your head.
Joaquin was a bit hurt by your statement, but too stubborn to let you get the last word.
He scoffed. "Without me, you'd be back at phase one with no plan. You should be thanking me I even got you this far."
"Thanking you?" You turned to look at him. "You can barely get a right hook in, I'm not thanking you for shit."
"I'm only trying to help." He told you.
You grumbled. "Your version of helping is going to get us killed."
You walked off again, wanting nothing more than to disappear.
Joaquin grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him.
"The red widow, it's you. Isn't it?" He asked, his voice low. "You always get defensive when I ask about it. I read the file... all those kills. Do you even feel an ounce of regret?"
"Lot of talk for someone who's ex-miltary." You crossed your arms.
"At least I didn't enjoy killing my victims like a psychopath." He shot back.
You took a step back, his words cut deep in places you thought was impossible.
"I'm really starting to regret saving you." You softly spoke.
He agreed. "You and me both."
And with that, Joaquin walked away.
He didn't know where he was going.
Joaquin did know however that you were not one to be trusted.
You were left standing there.
You wanted to go after him but was sure it was going to end up as another screaming match.
You got back in the car and hit the dashboard.
Sitting there in silence with no urge to start the car.
Are there any black or just non-white nfl players you wanna see me write for??
I don't really look in the x reader tag but I have a small feeling it's a bunch of white men and I find that quite ironic given that's it's a more... yk black driven sport.
Anyways, comment below some players and I might write for them on my new nfl sideblog!
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Black ppl in america are persons (we are exploited, murdered, tortured, experimented on, enslaved to this day) but we arent Human (afforded human rights)
mad about laila edwards being 4OA? turn that frustration into effort and donate to a charity to help uplift black women in hockey! i donated to black girl hockey club, but feel free to add any other organizations benefiting women of color in sports!
the women of colour hockey collective is a canadian non-profit organisation that helps create pathways for women and girls of colour to feel seen, supported, and empowered in hockey through mentorship, scholarships, equipment support, events, and community!
with the help of donations, the WCHC has awarded over $100K in scholarships and grants to help women and girls of colour access hockey.
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