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sunshinefarabees · 3 years ago

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love drunk (j.f)

pairing: joel farabee x reader + best friend!kevin hayes

words: 4.0k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bars, kissing, and ofc teasing by friends

author’s note: hi hello! i apologize for any errors as i’m eighteen and have never drank/gone go a bar before:) thanks, besties. also special tags to @joelsfarabees (helped me come up with the idea), @huggybug , @cartahhart79 , @quietblues , @ethancale , and @1-800-iluvhockey for encouraging + proofreading + and giving me ideas. and ofc @fiveminutesforfarabee for throwing hc’s about bf!joel with me to go back on for this fic. this wouldn’t have become a thing without any of you- i love you all forever<3 and @bitchinbarzal because i said i would tag you<3 your ig edits are immaculate

the fluorescent lights from the dance floor bounced off the blue swirls of the bar counter. it felt cool against your forearms compared to the warmth and humidity of the club- sweaty bodies smashed together, laughing as they downed drink after drink as if it was water. your eyes met the rim of your glass, filled with some alcoholic beverage that you had ordered half an hour ago. the ice was slowly watering it down, not that it mattered, as you honestly weren’t that interested in it.

your gaze broke from the glass as suddenly an arm found its way around your shoulders. you flinched slightly before relaxing into the familiar feel of kevin hayes. his cologne smelled of sandalwood and lavender, something that was unique to him.

“fuck yeah! y/nnnn!” he slurred, pulling you closer as he swayed side to side, “where’s your lover boy, bestie?”

you chuckled, softly pushing him into the wooden stool next to you, “he’s not my lover boy, kev, he’s over there chatting with teeks and ratty.”

of course, kevin was talking about joel. you and joel had met several months ago from mutual friends, kevin being one of them. the moment you had met him, his honey pooled eyes, goofy smile, and just the amount of calm he brought to a room stole your heart. however, you knew that the gorgeous hunk of man was so obviously out of your league. joel was a national hockey league player with a bright future and a huge heart; someone you felt would never be interested in you.

“fuck that! you want him to be!” kevin giggled, as he poked your knees repeatedly with his finger. “i think that fucker likessss you!”

you snorted, “yeah okay, hayesy. whatever you say, dude.” you slipped your drink, grimacing at the slight burn of the watered-down alcohol. you knew kevin was drunk, but your heart ached to believe that maybe, just maybe, joel would feel the same way about you.

“shit- can- can i tell you a secret?” kevin hiccuped, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.

“sure, kev. what’s up, buddy?” you motioned for the bartender, mouthing water, pointing at the 6’5 drunk next to you.

the bartender chuckled, sliding you a glass as kevin continued.

“i-i know something about beezer that you don’t!”

“i’m sure you know a lot of things about joel that i don’t.” you passed him the water, satisfied as he downed half of it in one gulp, the large bar glass looking small in his hand.

“no, no-“ he coughed, placing the glass back on the bar counter, “fuck- i mean- he likes you! shit- you’re all he fucking talks about during practice and games. god, he never shuts the fuck up about you, y/n/n!” he was giggling like a schoolgirl, too out of it to notice how red your face had become. “hold on, i’m gonna go get another fucking drink! byeee y/n/n! i looove you, bestie!” kevin gave you a half squeeze before wandering in a random direction.

watching him walk away, you felt your heart start to race. what the hell was kevin talking about? joel? have feelings for ME? you thought, yeah okay. out of habit, your eyes wandered to where joel was standing with travis, oskar, and isaac. his head was thrown back, bouts of laughter escaping his lips, which of course hid his teeth. he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the first few buttons undone with black jeans. his chest was in full view, his gold chain glistening against the vibrant lights of the club. your eyes followed his arms to his hands, the left one holding a beer while the right moved as he talked.

your eyes closed as you pursed your lips, butterflies filling your stomach. he looked incredible. opening your eyes again, you saw a new addition coming to joel’s presence. kevin.

you chuckled as he stumbled into joel, grinning as he did so. you sipped your drink again, watching the five interact. however, you choked as kevin pointed at you, joel’s eyes finding yours.

attempting to regain your composure, you offered a smile and a tiny wave that joel returned before turning back to his friends. you watched kevin babble to them and point in your direction before he started heading over to you again.

“yes, hollywood? how may i be of service?” you sipped your drink, attempting to mask the anxiety of whatever shenanigans he was up to as he approached.

“need you to come with me-“ he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you with him. “it’s important, bestie.”

“christ- okay. hold on, buddy.” you laid a bill on the counter, paying for the drink you had barely touched as you grabbed the rest of your things. “okay, now, where are we going?”

kevin gave you a mischievous grin, “i’m being your fucking wingman!”

you sputtered, confused as he led you across the room, “w-what? what the hell are you talking about?”

“just trust me, babe- shit’s going to be great.”

you groaned, “kevin- you’re way too drunk for this!”

he scoffed, “actually, y/n/n, i drank water, remember? i’m cool as a damn cucumber.”

“yeah- and you went for a drink afterward, remember?” you mocked him, “besides- when the hell do you ever say you’re-“ you were cut off abruptly when you came to a screeching halt. a few feet away stood the same man you were admiring from the bar moments ago. joel.

“now here’s the plan-“

“plan?” your head whipped over to kevin bewildered, “what?”

“the plan for you to admit to joel you-“ he started, but you slapped your hand over his mouth.

“no. he’s-“ you ran your hand through your hair before pulling the 6’5 giant outside of the bar. as you gently made your way through the friday bar crowd, you could feel yourself spiraling. sure, kevin did know joel better than you, but joel liking you? you had gone through endless scenes where you confessed to him, but none of them ever resulted in what you wanted: reciprocated feelings- much less a relationship.

your thoughts broke as you opened the bar doors; the february air nipped at your arms, and the absence of a coat caused you to shiver.

“listen, i appreciate you. i do. you’re a great person and friend- and maybe an even better hockey player, but i’m not telling joel anything.”

he scrunched his face in confusion, his blue eyes searching your face for an answer, “what? why?”

you turned your head away from him, biting the inside of your cheeks harshly, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. the street was lit up by streetlights, apartments, and businesses that were strangely still open at midnight.

“kevin-“ you sighed, “he’s out of my league. he plays in the NATIONAL hockey league. he’s gorgeous, intelligent, funny… he could have anyone he wants- not me. i know what you said earlier, but… there’s no way he’s talking about me. you’re hardly present, dude.”

kevin’s face softened, “y/n…” he blinked his eyes a few times before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “listen, i know i’m fucking drunk right now, but you should hear him talk about you. not anyone else. you. he’s fucking like- god, i’m going to ruin his chances because i’m fucking-“ he groaned, “y/n/n, he’s whipped for you. i’ve never seen him like this- we’re all sick of him. you’ve gotta talk to him- i know you like him too.”

your heart was hammering in your chest again. joel? liking you back? it felt like a dream. you felt so giddy as if you could do anything- which could be kevin’s second confession or the decent amount of alcohol in your system. “are you messing with me?”

he shook his head rapidly, “i mean every word, dude.”

you rubbed your hands on the scratchy, black material of your jeans, the anxiety and giddiness mixing in all at once. “okay.”

“huh?” kevin scrunched his face in confusion.

“be my wingman.”

he squealed (which honestly threw you off a bit, seeing as you didn’t know such a sound could come from someone that tall), “y/n, everything’s going to be great. here’s the plan.”

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you had never felt this nervous in your life. your hands were clammy; you kept wiping them off on your black jeans to no avail.

kevin’s hand was resting gently in the middle of your back, rubbing small circles, attempting to at least relax you a bit. he had already given you two shots of tequila for confidence, but they didn’t seem to be working as you both walked closer to the high table where joel, isaac, travis, and oskar sat. you could hear joel’s laugh from a mile away, causing butterflies to build in your stomach.

“hey, guys!” kevin grinned, “look who i found!”

all four men offered hellos, immediately including you in the conversation of doors versus wheels. you were only half paying attention, your full attention being on joel. his brown eyes were concentrated as he discussed and took the side of doors, which made you accidentally snort in laughter.

joel turned to you, a smirk dancing across his face, “you’ve got something to say, hm?”

“no-“ you grinned, chuckling, “it’s just obviously wheels.”

travis immediately signaled a high five, which you reciprocated. “thank you! someone with sense. i’ve been struggling with these guys forever!” his own brown eyes twinkled, seeming to grin as much as his mouth did.

“oh shut up, teeks. it’s totally doors.” isaac groaned, taking a sip of his beer, his other arm resting on the edge of the table.

“it’s fuckin’ wheels! office chairs, stupid.” kevin piped up, beaming as you and travis both high-fived him.

joel, noticing a particular blonde was quiet, nudged his head towards oskar. “osky, baby, what’s on your mind?“

oskar set his beer down with a soft smile, “i have my thoughts, but you guys are more entertaining to watch.”

the conversation continued, laughter and teasing erupting often. by the time kevin beckoned for travis, isaac, and oskar to follow him for more drinks (not before he sent a wink your way and mouthing go), it was only joel with the opinion of doors.

“i can’t believe after all that evidence you’re still saying doors!” you exclaimed, joel throwing his head back in laughter.

“maybe i’m just saying it to see your reaction,” he smirked, lifting his beer to his lips, swallowing what was left.

you glared at him, slightly kicking him under the table, “farabee, you’re a menace.”

“says you! you’re kicking me!” he teased, slightly kicking you back.

“you’re a hockey player!” you retorted, “you feel nothing in your calves!”

joel fake gasped, “how rude of you to assume they feel nothing!”

“beezer, you get hit with high sticks, slashes, and pucks on a regular basis. my size seven foot isn’t doing anything to you.”

he stuck his tongue out at you as you laughed. the energy around you felt electric. music blared over the speakers as you both got lost in conversation.

as you felt joel’s fingertips creep against your own, the familiar chords of paper rings by taylor swift caused you to break out in a grin.

“cmon farabee- you have to dance with me!” you closed the distance, grasping his hand and slipped out of the tall, wooden chair.

joel‘s face reddened as the quick source of contact, letting you lead the way. “but babe!” he whined, “i can’t dance!”

the nickname caused your face to do the same as you pulled him onto the dance floor. “who cares?”

in response, he gave you a nervous smile before spinning you around. his white shirt opened revealing more of his chest and chain.

“see? you’re doing great!” your eyes found his, trying not to stare at his neck as you gave him a reassuring smile.

you both danced a while, laughing as the other stumbled a little. the room around you melted again. it didn’t matter to joel that it was late and he had an early practice tomorrow. nor did it matter to you that here you were, dancing the night away while you had a final paper to work on. the bodies around you seemed to disappear. the budding chemistry that had shied away during the first months of friendship had now come with full force. not that either of you would admit it to each other in the moment, but this felt different.

little did you know, joel felt dizzy. having your hands wrapped around his? he felt like he was dreaming. his eyes kept finding your lips, which was engulfed in a smile at him each time. joel could hardly keep his rhythm, too infatuated with you.

song after song played, before finally settling on a slow one.

“may i?” joel’s hands softly found their way to your waist, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

you gave him a soft nod as your hands found their way to his neck.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. moments passed before the melody of joel’s sweet compliments fell upon your ears. “you look so beautiful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to gently sway your bodies back and forth.

your cheeks reddened, his voice echoing in your head just as the feeling of his hands that rested near your belt loops started to sink in. “i was- i was just thinking the same about you.” your voice came out softer than you intended, as your fingers gently started playing with the ends of his hair, attempting to test the waters. the boundaries of this dance- of whatever this was- were unclear. sure, kevin had told you joel had liked you. sure, this seemed pretty romantic with the whole slow dancing and being called babe. however, everything was still unsaid which increased your anxiousness of the whole situation.

noticing your apprehension, joel sent you a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting you know it was okay.

in comfortable silence, you both danced together. it felt nice to just be with joel. having the same friends as well as being friends, everything felt chaotic. but here and now? though the music was loud, being connected with simple touches was exhilarating in the calmest way.

“hey,” joel mumbled after the song ended, “it’s getting late. do you need a ride home?” his fingers gently slipped under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles in your sides, still swaying.

“no, no. i’m okay. kev was my-“ you cut yourself off, your face scrunching in confusion as the realization hit you, “what the hell happened to our friends?”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “no clue- kinda glad they disappeared though- nice to be with just you, y/n/n.”

you felt your face heating up as you hid in his shoulder, “shut up, farabee.”

a laugh echoed through his lips, his chest vibrating with the sound, “sorry, y/n.”

the comfort yet excitement you found in the moment made you dizzy. the buzz of the alcohol faded, but the buzz of joel was building. HIS hands on your sides; HIS chest against your face. you were on fire. your skin felt hot as you slowly looked up at him, his hand finding your face.

time felt slow as you watched his eyes glance at your lips as you glanced at his until you found his eyes again.

joel’s pupils were blown and only focused on you.

“can… can i kiss you?” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

you nodded, a gentle smile taking over as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

the feeling of joel’s lips on yours was electrifying. it felt like fireworks were exploding in every nerve of your body. if this were the princess diaries or some older film, you’d have the foot pop. you never wanted it to end.

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you and joel kissed for a long time, his gentle lip bites and face holding drove you crazy in the best way. fireworks still gently exploded throughout your veins, and the feeling of his face against your palms made you feel dizzy.

when he did finally pull away, cheers and whoops exploded from the booth behind you, causing you to whip around to find the culprits. meanwhile, joel’s arm found its way protectively around your waist- pulling you closer.

kevin, oskar, travis, and isaac had begun to all high-five each other.

“fucking finally, dude!” a huge grin covered kevin’s face as he barreled over, crushing you both into a hug. “i’m so glad this is finally out in the open. you guys are fuckin’ perfect for each other!”

“i had to get the right moment!” joel replied, “this is the one that matters, kev! i couldn’t just wing this shit.”

a huge smile covered your face as the words left his mouth. “one that matters, huh?”

realizing what he said, joel’s eyes met the tiled floor as he blushed with a soft smile, “well… yeah. it’s you.”

although the club was loud, a comfortable silence fell over the six of you. though neither you or joel knew it, the peace that your friends felt for you was immediate. they knew how much you liked each other from the beginning. it was the small things. it was oskar that first started noticing the small stares joel would give you from across the room. it was isaac that noticed how different joel would act when you were around- even before you met- back when you were just kevin’s friend. it was travis that noticed how your eyes seemed to gloss over when you and joel were properly introduced to each other. finally, though, it was kevin who pieced together that the person joel was whining and going on about was you- his best friend.

“joel, next time, maybe try not to wait six months to ask them out.” travis chirped, earning a glare from the man in question.

you blushed, kissing his shoulder, “six months?” you teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

pretending not to hear you, joel sent you a sheepish smile, “so… do you still want me to drive you home?” his arm still wrapped around your waist.

you chuckled, noticing his change in demeanor, “i do, is that okay?”

“yeah, y/n/n! cmon. i’ll drive you home, yeah?” joel’s lips found the crown of your head, sending the boys a wave, ignoring the teases they sent your way.

as you both started to make your way out, your eyes found kevin’s as he gave you a thumbs up. you mouthed thank you, watching as he shook his head with a smile.

turning back as joel opened the door for you, your hand found his. “i had a great time tonight.”

his calloused fingers, though rough, felt soothing against the top of your knuckles as you both walked. “me too. i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted, “i just never thought in a million years that you’d like me back.”

screeching to a halt, your head whipped around to face him bewildered. “what? you- joel? are you serious?”

he chuckled at your reaction, gently pulling you to walk again, but stopping when he realized you were serious. “well… yeah. most people only like me for my money. you aren’t like that. you’re going to college- you could have anyone you want. i’m just a hockey player. i never finished school. sure, i have a career that i’m somewhat successful in, but i mean- i don’t have a degree. this ends in what? twenty years? that’s not stability. don’t get me wrong, i love the game. i wouldn’t change my life for anything- this is a dream and i’m so grateful for all the opportunities i have. but for you? you deserve someone with an education- someone who can provide for you and be home for you all the time. you and kevin are close, you know what it’s like. i just… i never thought that you would downgrade your options for someone like me.”

you felt yourself start to spiral. the facts that joel firstly, liked you first, and secondly, didn’t think he was good enough for you hit you like a truck. the same man that you had been crushing on for months and sneaking glances at from afar thought he wasn’t good enough for YOU.

“joel- what? how could-“ you were sputtering, struggling to find the right words to say. “how could you even think that? i’m not trying to be invalidating, but you’re… you. you’re becoming one of the best hockey players in the league. you were drafted at eighteen. g said you were going to beat all of his records- not just anyone, but claude giroux said that to you. you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. you’re constantly putting your all into the game and life. joel, no offense, you could be working at wawa and I wouldn't give a shit. i like you because you’re you- not because of your career or how much money you make. you’re an incredible human being, joel farabee. i never want to hear you say any different.” you finished, slightly out of breath.

joel just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.

“alright. now that that’s taken care of, c'mon. i’m tired.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his car that sat a few feet away.

wordlessly, he opened the car door for you as he unlocked it, still in a daze. you watched as he got into the driver’s seat before he turned to you.

“that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. thank you for believing in me.” joel sent you a toothless smile, before starting the car.

the ride to your apartment was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio and the beating of your heart as his hand found yours.

as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car wordlessly before jogging over to open your door for you.

“what a gentleman.” you giggled, as you took his hand.

“only for the best.” joel smiled as he shut the car door behind you.

hand in hand, you both started the walk to the elevator. of course, joel held open every door for you- excluding the elevator button as he remembered how kevin said you loved to do so. the elevator ride was also silent, the two of you simply buzzing from the effects of each other.

as the elevator reached your floor, your smile fell a little, knowing that your time with joel was almost to an end. before you knew it, you were face to face with your door.

“so… i had a great time tonight,” you said, breaking the silence, and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“me too.” he grinned at you as you pressed another kiss to his nose. “maybe we could… do it again, sometime? just us?”

you exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “yeah… i’d love that. i’d really love that.”

“great. tomorrow at seven?”

“that’s perfect.”

joel couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. his right hand gently raised to your face, holding it gingerly as he gently leaned in.

your heart was racing, even if you both had just made out an hour prior. just like before, fireworks were exploding in every nerve in your body as his lips touched yours. you felt like you were floating.

the kiss seemed to be too short as he softly pulled away, “i’ll see you at seven. goodnight, baby.” giving your hand a squeeze, he waved as you went inside your apartment.

you slid against the door, a blush covering your cheeks. you couldn’t believe that joel had just kissed you. you felt so giddy.

you fished your phone out of your pocket and immediately sent a text to kevin.

to kevin mccallister 🏒: i owe you one. thank you so much<3 guess who has a date tomorrow @ 7 !! spoiler- me 😌

as if on cue, your phone dinged. confused as kevin never replies that fast, you looked at your phone again, immediately breaking out in a smile.

from joel 🥰: you’re an absolute dream. just left and i can’t get enough of you. can’t wait to see you tomorrow💞

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hattywatch · 3 years ago

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J. Vesey - July For the Whole Year Ch. 1

A/n: Hello all! It's been a while, but I'm still lurking about. I heard that Jimmy was back on the table for the Rangers a few months ago and started this, with endgame in mind that he'd be back and NOW HE IS. I decided to do chapters so it's easier to consume. We're clocking about 35 pages currently. It's about 90% completed, so the subsequent chapters should be up fairly quickly. This is 100% self-serving. I wanted a disgustingly long will-they-won't-they, friends to lovers, so I had to do it my damned self. Stop by, say hi, stay awhile; I read all comments, tags, messages etc- so don't be shyyyy!) Please check out my Masterlist (I finally made one!) if you want some more content :)

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August 2017

“PIVOT!” a decidedly male voice shouts from down the hall. You almost laugh, but it’s 8am on a Saturday and you don’t really want to commit to being fully awake quite yet.

“Dude, that was not funny 2 floors down, and it’s even less funny now-” still male, but another voice answers back.

It seems like Stella, the building manager, has finally found someone to let the large three-bedroom at the end of the hall. It’s been vacant for the whole summer, which was nice. The floor only has 2 other 1 bedroom apartments, so it’s been you and Mr.Callahan for the better part of 3 months. He’s a septuagenarian and hardly makes any noise, so it's been akin to having the entire 4th floor to yourself and it's been too short-lived for your taste. To say you were delighted when the last tenants moved out is an understatement. You haven’t had to vie for the elevator, wake up to any loud music, or have a sneezing fit- which aroused your suspicion of a contraband feline residing nearby. You’re sad to have it come to an end, but maybe they’ll quiet down once they move in.

Rolling over, you wedge your face in between your pillows, successfully blocking the sound and falling back into a gentle doze.

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Two weeks later, you’re sitting on the rooftop deck, lounging like a dog in the sun, sipping an iced-coffee from the cafe down the street and reading a magazine when the rooftop door opens to a boisterous duo, mid-conversation.

“Brady will do it again this year. You watch. No way he retires, he’s got too much left in him. Guy’s an animal-” they’re both tall, but the sandy haired one is loud, clearly from Boston- his R’s dropping at the end of his words, making “Year,” sound wrong to your ears, attuned for New York City.

“I’m not doubting him, man. He’s just getting up there,” they sit at the table next to you, clad in swim-suits, clearly about to use the pool- the paint is chipped and worn, but the water is crystal blue and chlorinated enough that even the unwashed masses of the city can’t sully it. The small pool is your favorite perk of the aged building.

Hiding your eyes behind your sunglasses, you size them up. They're young, likely in their twenties and they're both fit as hell, thick and muscled. Not a bad sight, but you'd hate to leer, so you go back to your magazine, only half paying attention to the chatter next to you as it moves from sport to sport before they finally walk towards the water.

It's cold, you know it's freezing, which is why you’ve chosen to tan and not float around in the water. One of the kids in the building had an accident in it last weekend; it had to be drained and cleaned and it hasn't had the time to warm up yet. It seemed almost silly to refill it now, since there's barely two weeks left of summer, but who are you to complain?

“Jesus Christ!” You can’t really hold back the laughter even though you try, so a choked snort makes its way out despite your best efforts. The sandy haired one is only in the water up to his knees and the darker haired one hasn’t even started his descent down the pool steps yet, and you don’t want to be the creep eavesdropping and gawking, so you pull your magazine up a little higher over your face to hide.

“You could have warned us! It’s fuckin’ ice cold,” he retreats up the steps and sits back in his chair on the deck. “I’m Kevin, I just moved here. This is Brady.” Kevin sticks his hand out to shake, and you drop Cosmopolitan onto the wire table in front of you to meet his grip.

His handshake is strong and warm. “Here, New York, or here, this building?” you ask after giving him your name. Brady leans in after Kevin, hand outstretched, so you shake his too.

“This building. I’ve been in New York a couple-a years now. But we just moved to this building a few weeks ago. We’re down on 4; us and our buddy Jimmy.” You nod and tell him you’re on 4 too, but then his phone rings and it’s Jimmy and he has pizza. They invite you down to eat, but you decline, wanting to soak up as much summer as possible before the weather turns biting and fall’s crisp air rolls into the city.

“Nice to meet you! We’ll see you around. Don’t be a stranger!” They wave jovially as they continue through the rooftop door. They seem nice enough. Saving your magazine from the condensation sweating down your coffee cup, you pick up where you left off - “How to Find a Normal Dude on a Dating App,” and wonder how they can possibly pass the same garbage off as something new each month.

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It’s 2 o’ clock in the morning, according to the glance you give at your way-too-bright phone, and you hear the scraping of a key in your lock. It’s scary because your building is generally safe, and you can count on one hand the number of people who have a copy of your key- Stella the building manager, your elderly neighbor Mr. Callahan, and one ex who you ended it with over 6 months ago. The latter is the only one that makes sense since you know Stella leaves by 8pm each evening and Mr. Callahan is in bed shortly after his early-bird dinner at 4pm.

If it is someone with malicious intent, they’re certainly not trying to sneak in, they’re cursing loudly and wrenching the knob that refuses to turn. The console table next to your front door houses your keyring, equipped with a small can of mace, so you grab it before checking the peephole.

“Kevin are you fucking kidding me?” You unlock the door and yank it open to Kevin’s sleepy face on the other side. His eyes are droopy and his smile is lopsided.

“Heyyyy, what are you doing at our house?!” You’ve seen Kevin around often since meeting him and Brady at the pool a few weeks ago. He’s always coming to or from the gym, or grabbing take-out, or the bar- which is probably the case right now. Kevin is good people, so you can’t find yourself getting too mad at the disturbance.

Pocketing your keys in your robe, you join him in the hallway. “This isn’t your house, you dweeb. It’s mine,” he looks slightly confused before spinning around in the hall at his surroundings.

“I see the problem now,” you’re not sure that he actually sees much of anything, since he looks a little worse for the wear right now, but he looks down to the floor before smiling back up at you, “your doormat should have tipped me off… we definitely never bought a doormat.”

He’s wobbly at best, so you grab him by the elbow and steer him towards his door. “Your boys home? Who’s going to tuck you in, bud? Make sure you have some water and get to bed okay?” Kevin is having a hard time with his keys, so you take the tangled ring and try a few before giving up and knocking loudly.

“Hey!! I have something that belongs to you!” Kevin giggles and rests his forehead against the wall next to the door.

The locks on the other side make a metallic jerking noise before the door is yanked open. You assume it’s the elusive 3rd roommate, Jimmy, since it’s certainly not Brady. Kevin has mentioned him in passing, but your paths haven’t crossed yet in the few weeks since they’ve moved in.

He sighs and steps out into the hallway to get a look at Kevin. “You’re kidding me. How did you even make it home?”

“He didn’t,” you interject, “well… he made it to the building and then he tried to get into my apartment. Damn near maced him. He scared the crap out of me.” Jimmy seems to notice you for the first time.

He looks a little sheepish when he responds, “I’m so sorry, he’s harmless really. Just drank a bit too much, I’m sorry he woke you up. We’re still pretty new to the building, he must have been confused.”

You smile, “It’s okay. I live down the hall and we met a few weeks ago. Good for him actually… it’s bear mace, so...” Kevin is still leaning heavy against the wall when you look over at him.

“Oh, yeah- Brady mentioned you, I think. (y/n)?” Jimmy leans against the door jamb, arms crossed, and smiles- warm, like it’s not an inconvenience for you to be knocking on his door dragging an inebriated friend home to be taken care of.

“That’s me…” you pause, not really wanting to get into a conversation at this time of night, the siren song of your soft bed and warm covers calling you back, “Do you think you can give him some water? Maybe some aspirin and make sure he gets to bed?”

Jimmy nods slowly as you talk, before the words seem to land and he nods more vigorously. “Oh, yeah of course… I am sorry, though- again. Thanks for getting him home, I got him from here,” he pulls Kevin over the threshold of the apartment, but doesn’t follow him down the hallway yet.

“I’m Jimmy, by the way- nice to meet you and thanks again for not pepper spraying Kev.” You step one foot backwards, still looking in Jimmy’s direction.

“Anytime, Jim. Make sure he survives the night.”

Jimmy smiles and salutes, “You got it. See you around, (y/n)” with one last wave, he closes the door and you finally head back to bed, knocking out as soon as you hit the pillow.

______

Sunday morning you sleep in until 10, you feel like you’ve earned it after your night was interrupted however, Sundays are also for cleaning, so while your coffee is brewing, you pick a playlist on your phone and turn it on, loud enough that you can hear it throughout your apartment, but low enough to not bother Mr.Callahan through the thin walls.

You’re halfway through cleaning out your fridge, dumping expired items into the garbage pail and making a grocery list for things to replenish, when there’s a sharp knock on your door. It’s not like you’re expecting company, so you glance at the mirror in the bathroom to make sure you’re decent before checking the peephole and opening the door to Jimmy.

“Good morning,” you’re cheery, invigorated by the 2 cups of coffee you’ve downed so far and the adrenaline from being productive pumping through your veins.

He has a brown paper bag in his hand, and he smiles, a small blush high on his cheekbones, and you can tell he’s much more reserved than Kevin, who is gregarious, loud, and boisterous each and every time you’ve bumped him since the very first day you met.

“Uh, hey. Good morning. Hope I’m not bothering you-” he pauses and looks for permission to continue. You didn’t notice last night, half asleep and bleary, but he has the same accent as Kevin and you peg him as a Bostonian as well.

Shaking your head you assure him, “Not at all. It’s daytime, that’s typically when visitors are expected. Let Kevin know, I don’t think he’s heard.” You smile and he huffs out a small chuckle.

He hands the paper bag over to you. “Just wanted to thank you again for being so cool about last night. Kev had a rough week and he felt like shit this morning when he realized what happened. He’s still sleeping it off, but just a little peace offering.”

The bag has the logo of the cafe down the street, where you frequently grab coffees and breakfast when you’re running late for work. “I just grabbed some bagels and a bacon, egg, and cheese. Heard that’s the way to a New Yorker’s heart…” he stops awkwardly as you unroll the top of the bag, and peer inside, “You’re not a vegan or anything are you… I didn’t even think about that. Hope it’s oka-”

“It’s great, Jimmy. Did you want to come in? There’s a ton of food here and I just made a fresh pot of coffee.” You step to the side and hold the door open, giving him a clear path into the house.

He smiles again, it lifts up higher on one side of his mouth. “One cup can’t hurt I guess,” he steps in past you, nose leading him to the coffee pot on the counter.

______

Jimmy stays for a few hours, he’s easy to talk to, quieter than Kevin, but you can immediately tell he’s got a sharp wit and it comes out the longer he sits in your kitchen, hat backwards and refilling his cup whenever it gets low. You start off talking about Kevin over your bagels and coffee, before devolving into how they know each other (distant cousins who grew up in Boston- you were right about the accent), and then he’s happy to talk about back home, opening up a little and telling you all the best spots in town, “I’m a local, so you know they’re good. You can’t go off google, that’s not authentic,” and defending ‘Dunks’ against all other coffee in the known world.

“An extra extra? What the hell is that?” You’re topping off his coffee, grabbing the sugar canister off the counter and putting it on the table in front of him.

“Extra cream, extra sugar. Why, what do you call it here?”

“Fucking disgusting?” You laugh at your own joke, adding milk to your coffee, “Light and sweet I guess? Tell me something else in Boston.” His posture is relaxed as he leans back in his chair and starts talking about the Harvard Library, of all things.

You’re happy with how Jimmy opens up sitting in your kitchen on a Sunday morning- chore list forgotten with both of your dishes sitting in the sink. You haven’t felt self conscious for one second even though you’re in your pajamas, hair in a sloppy bun on your head as you compare childhoods in the largest cities on the eastern seaboard.

The conversation has turned to Game of Thrones, and he’s putting up a pretty good argument for you to start binging it, “I swear it’s like a movie every week. The production value is incredible,” when there’s a knock on your door.

“More people have knocked on this damned door in the last 12 hours than have in the last 3 years. Sorry Jim, one sec- let me see who that is.” It’s equal parts surprising and unsurprising when you see Kevin on the other side of the peephole. The easy choice is to let him in, turn back around, and walk him to the kitchen as he stammers out his apologies, trailing behind you.

“Jimmy apologizes better. He brought food,” You take your seat across from Jimmy at your small kitchen table again, as Kevin looks visibly shocked to see Jimmy there, one eyebrow making its way up in question. Jimmy immediately turns bright red when he meets Kevin’s eye.

He makes himself at home, leaning against your counter and opening up the paper bag before selecting a bagel. “Butter in the fridge?” you nod and he helps himself. “I was wondering where you went, bro. I’ve been up for hours and you haven’t answered one text. I was about to head to the gym to look for you.”

Picking his phone up, Jimmy grits his teeth, “Ah, sorry. Time got away from me. I was supposed to be training, but I stopped by to apologize- for your dumb ass by the way- and we got to talking, I didn’t check my phone.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Kevin tells him it’s no big around the bitten off hunk of bagel wedged in his cheek. “You got plans today, (y/n)?” He chews heartily before you shake your head no, and Kevin lists off about five things that he wants to do, clearly no longer plagued by a hangover. Jimmy meets your eye and you shrug.

“Sure, let me get ready.” You haven’t had a friend in the building before, but it feels a lot like you just made a few.

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hockey-fics · 3 years ago

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Still Regret It ~ Kevin Hayes

Summary: Your breakup with Kevin was years in the past but you could never fully shake the feelings you once had for him.

Word Count: ~2,800

A/N: I feel like this is really rushed. I definitely should have added more details so the plot isn’t so quick but I know if I don’t just post it I’ll just start to hate it more and more and it’ll never get posted. So if you’re looking for a super realistic story with reasonable timelines, this probably isn’t it.

You’re sitting on your couch, a hard seltzer in your hand, a drunk buzz coursing through your veins with all of your best friends sitting around the living room with you. The clock on the wall showing that it was already two in the morning but you didn’t care, it was your engagement party. You had left the bar just half an hour ago to continue drinking at your apartment only this time with a mountain of pizza and garlic bread.

“I cannot believe you’re getting married,” Anna says from where she was sitting on the living room floor, leaning against your coffee table with an empty bottle of beer in front of her.

“And you really thought you would never get over Kevin all those years ago.” That comment came from your very best friend Ella. Normally she wouldn’t bring up Kevin, but she was drunk enough that her guards were down.

“I know,” you giggle, taking another drink of your seltzer. “I would still go back to him if he showed up and told me not to get married though,” you comment casually not expecting the room to fall into an uncomfortable silence. “What?” You ask, voice nervous.

“What did you just say?” Anna enquires, leaning closer to you across the table.

“Kevin…you know, like if he showed up and said he wanted to make it work. Like, you know, your lost love…if they showed up at your wedding, if they told you not to do it. Everyone has that person, you know?” You ramble, nervously playing with the tab of your can as you start to think your feelings may not be as common as you once thought.

“No,” Jasmine says, the only married one in the friend group. “People don’t get married to someone who isn’t their first choice.”

“So am I never supposed to get married then?” You retort, eyes welling with tears.

“I-,” Jasmine begins, unsure of what to say or do.

You hadn’t meant to bring the mood down, didn’t realize that your thoughts and emotions were that heavy.

“I think you’re just drunk,” Ella says, swooping in to rescue you from the moment. “I’m going to get another drink, want to come with me?” She asks you, taking your hand and all but dragging you into the kitchen.

Out of the sight of everyone else she pulls you to face her, reaching over and wiping away the tears that had pooled beneath your eyes. “Am I a bad person?” You whisper to her.

“What?” Ella asks with a chuckle, shaking her head. “No, of course you’re not a bad person.”

“Should I not marry Tyler?”

Ella takes a deep breath, reaching over and pulling you into a hug. “I can’t answer that. But you’ve been with him for four years. You love him. But you need to figure it out on your own.”

Sniffling you pull away, nodding in response. “Let’s just forget about it for now,” you suggest to which Ella nods, handing you a shot glass and filling it with tequila.

You tried to forget about the night, tried to believe that it was just the alcohol talking. You wanted so badly for your feelings about Kevin to be untrue. But you knew the saying was true for you that night, drunk words are sober thoughts.

It wasn’t that you were always thinking about Kevin, you just knew that somewhere deep inside you there were still some feelings for him. He was your first love. He was your greatest love, it burned heavy and fast.

You met in university. You had moved to Boston after getting accepted at Boston College. Kevin was going into his second year of university when you were in your first and you met at a college party. You didn’t even want to be there. You were homesick and didn’t want to spend your Friday in a room full of people you didn’t know aside from your roommate Ella you had just met the week prior. But you agreed to go with Ella after she reminded you that you were in your first year of university and you weren’t supposed to be wallowing in your dorm room on Friday nights.

You bumped into him that night while searching for Ella who had vanished from your side. He must have noticed the look of panic in your eyes, asking if you were okay. After explaining the situation he offered to help you find your roommate. You did find her, sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet looking ready to go home. You assured Kevin that you two were fine but he insisted on walking you two home, the apartment only a short walk from campus and your dorm. After you got Ella to bed with a glass of water and a garbage can beside her bed you and Kevin sat on the floor outside your dorm room door, talking till the sun was coming up.

And the two of you grew close quickly. It was only three months later that he told you he loved you. And from that day on Boston no longer felt lonely, your homesickness fading as your love for Kevin grew.

But he graduated before you and he moved to New York to play for the Rangers and long-distance didn’t last no matter how hard you tried. You were in your last year of university, busy with school and your practicum and he was on the road or busy with practice and a new team and proving himself in the NHL. You would go days with nothing more that a few texts and you realized it wasn’t going to work. But it broke you in a way you didn’t realize it would. You spent a week in bed after the breakup, crying till your eyes were swollen and the corners of your eyes were raw from rubbing the tears away.

Eventually you got your life back on track, you dove headfirst into doing your very best in your practicum. You spent every free minute you had with friends, distracting yourself from the pain. And eventually you didn’t need the constant distraction, you got a full time job teaching at a high school and you filled the rest of your time with going to the gym, hanging out with friends, going on casual dates. You were happy, truly happy again.

And four years later you met Tyler. You took things slow at first, scared to fall in love in the way you loved Kevin. But he was a great man and you two were compatible in every way. Eventually you let yourself fall, you let yourself admit you were in love again. Two years after meeting you moved in together, you were starting a life.

But every now and then you would be reminded of Kevin. Driving by the Boston College campus, watching a hockey game, hearing someone that sounded like him. And you were hit with an overwhelming sadness, a longing to be back there with him. You did your best to ignore it, but more than that you did your best to avoid anything that would remind you of him.

Now, eight years after your breakup you were hit with the reality that maybe you had never let yourself fully let go of the idea of Kevin. Of you and Kevin.

So you decided to talk to Tyler, that maybe you weren’t in the headspace to get married. But when you brought up the idea of putting the engagement on hold he blew up on you, telling you that you were this far into a relationship and you should know if you wanted to get married. And maybe he was right, but you were defensive. You said a few things you shouldn’t have, that if he wasn’t willing to wait he wasn’t the right person for you, that maybe you had never loved him as much as he loved you. For awhile you regretted saying those things, having to go through another heart break. But eventually you realized it was the right thing to do. You couldn’t get married to him knowing there was someone else who could come before him. That even if it wasn’t going to be you and Kevin then it had to be someone that Kevin could never come before.

So you went back to being single, focusing on your job and your friends and redecorating your new apartment. Eventually you found yourself doing okay again.

It was a warm spring day, the school year was coming to an end and you had a mountain of end of year projects to mark. So you packed everything up and headed to the coffee shop down the road from your apartment, hoping the location would help you focus on getting everything done.

You were halfway through an essay about Lord of the Flies when you heard someone say your name, drawing your attention to the figure standing in front of you.

“Kevin,” you state in surprise, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe that it was really him, standing over your table. “Hi, uh, how are you?”

“Good, I’m good,” he says with a soft smile. “How are you? How have you been?”

“Good,” you reply quickly, smiling back up at him. An awkward silence falls between the two of you and you nervously clear your throat. “Are you, um, heading somewhere?” You ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “You can sit, if you want.”

Kevin quickly takes you up on the offer, pulling the chair out and sitting down across from you. It felt so familiar, yet entirely unfamiliar at the same time. “Sorry if I’m interrupting,” Kevin says, nodding towards the papers in front of you.

“Oh, no, I should probably take a break anyway. I don’t know how many more Lord of the Flies essays I can read today,” you laugh, closing the folder of essays you had in front of you. “Are you visiting your parents?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am,” he mumbles, his eyes noticeably glancing down to your hands. “You’re, um, married now?”

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Oh,” Kevin mutters, eyebrows furrowed. “I saw your engagement announcement on Instagram awhile ago, I thought you would have gotten married by now. I was a little disappointed when I didn’t get an invitation, but it’s understandable,” he chuckles.

You force a small smile onto your lips, shaking your head. “No, Kev, I’m not engaged either. It didn’t work out, we’re not together anymore.”

“Oh…shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to make a joke about it.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle, shrugging. “It’s been like a year, we broke up like a month after the engagement.”

“Yikes,” Kevin comments, wincing a moment later. “Sorry, that was kind of rude.”

“Yeah, that was kind of mean,” you laugh, shaking your head. “What about you? Anyone special in your life?”

“No, still all on my own.” Kevin takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m surprised nobody has locked you down yet.”

Kevin chuckles, fiddling with the paper sleeve on his coffee cup. “Guess I’m not as good of a catch as you are.”

“I don’t know about that…with your NHL salary.”

“That’s all I’m good for? A paycheque?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you giggle.

“What does that say about you? Standards must be pretty low if you were dating me when I was a broke college student,” Kevin teases.

Scoffing you shake your head. “Guess I just have bad taste.”

The two of you sit there for hours, till your coffee cups were empty and the coffee shop had started to close. You talked about everything and anything and yet it still felt like the two of you had millions of topics you needed to talk about.

It’s dark when the two of your leave the coffee shop and the next thing you know your back is pressed to your apartment door. What started with Kevin offering to walk you up to your apartment ended with his lips on yours, hands on your waist as your hands were exploring his chest and biceps. “Come inside,” you mumble against his lips, reaching down and fumbling with the doorknob till you managed to push it open and the two of you stumbled inside and down the hallway to your bedroom.

The bedroom is suddenly too quiet as you lay in the aftermath of what just happened, sweaty bodies and tangles limbs on a mess of blankets on your once perfectly made bed. Your breathing is unsteady, trying desperately to keep it even and natural. You didn’t know what to say, and not in an awe-struck and cute speechless type of way.

“Um,” you hum, sitting up and reaching for your underwear that was laying on the floor beside your bed. “We, uh…um, I-“ you stammer while shimmying into your underwear and grabbing a t-shirt.

“Is everything okay?” Kevin enquires, still laying in your bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you.

“No…I mean, yeah, I just.” Swallowing heavily you run your fingers through your knotted hair. “That was probably a mistake, right?”

“I don’t know,” Kevin admits, sitting up and pulling his boxers back on. “Do you think it was?”

You let out a breath of tense laughter. “I don’t know either. Fuck. I can’t, I can’t do this.” You can feel a weight on your chest, throat tightening as your eyes gloss over with tears. You couldn’t even pinpoint exactly why you were so upset. It was an overwhelming wash of emotions. Of being so happy during that afternoon with Kevin, overjoyed to feel his touch again. But the grief of the past breakup was suddenly thrust back onto your heart while the anxiety of knowing he was about to walk back out of your life was looming over you.

“Hey, hey,” Kevin says, hurrying around the bed to you. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“I think…” you begin, sniffling as you reach up to wipe away a few tears from your eyes before they can roll down your cheeks. “I think I still love you…I think I’ll always love you in some way. And this,” you say, gesturing back and forth between you and him. “I think this was too much. Cause now it’s just over again and you’re going to go back to your life and I’m going to go back to mine and we’re going to become strangers to each other again.We broke up, Kev. We broke up for a reason. We aren’t supposed to do this, we shouldn’t have. It just fucking hurts.” You weren’t holding your tears back anymore, you didn’t think you could. You were grasping at your own forearms, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

Kevin reaches over, his hand sliding under yours and pulling your arms apart from each other, easing himself into the space that you were fighting so hard to keep him from. But you couldn’t push him away, you needed that hug to hold you together in that moment. “You’re right…I have to go back and you have a career and a life here. But that doesn’t mean we have to go back to being strangers,” Kevin says quietly, holding you tight against his body. “You know, all these years later and I still regret it.”

Pulling back slowly you wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands still on Kevin as you look up into his eyes. “Regret what?”

Kevin is quiet for a second and you can hear him swallow heavily in the silence of the room. “Not trying harder,” Kevin tells you. “Letting you go so easily. You were one of the best things that ever happened to me and I let you go way too easily. I should have tried harder, fought for our relationship. We could have figured it out, I really think we could have.”

“Don’t you think that if it was meant to be it would have happened?”

Kevin shakes his head a moment after contemplating your question. “I don’t think things are just meant to be like that. If you want something you need to work for it.”

There’s nothing you can say to that. Maybe he was right. Maybe you could have made things work. You could have finished school, could have moved to be with Kevin. You both could have made more sacrifices for the relationship than you did. But you couldn’t go back, couldn’t change the decisions you had made all those years ago.

“So, what now then?” You whisper.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Kevin asks and you nod in response. “Well, will you let me take you out on a date?”

A small smile creeps onto your face and you nod slowly. “I’d love to go on a date.”

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hockeyboysimagines · 3 years ago

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The girl with the broken smile

Part 1

Pairing: Travis Konecny x Natasha (Nash) Daniels

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of alcohol and STDs, lots of angst and some fist fighting.

Hi there! This a short little three shot about Nash and Travis that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while. So I figured hey, why not? Let me know if you want to read part two. If you have not read Say it to me softly please do. This won’t make sense otherwise. Enjoy!

Pain.

That was all Nash could feel as she looked at the test results from her gynecologist visit. She’d read the words a million times and she still came up with the same answer.

You’ve tested positive for Chlamydia.

She obviously was not expecting the results she’d received from her doctor, as she was living with her boyfriend and wasn’t sexually active with anyone besides him, but here she was with a positive test result. A routine screening had now derailed her entire world.

Justin had been cheating.

She’d been sitting at her table for a while now, so long she’d lost track of time. She’d been so embarrassed when the doctor read those words aloud in front of the nurse and even though she knew the truth about how she got it, it still made her feel ashamed. She’d left the office, mortified with medication and went straight home, making it inside before she’d had a breakdown.

She was numb, cold, sad and filled with uncertainty about what was going to happen with her future. But one thing she was sure of in that moment was that needed to make a phone call.

Travis.

With shaky hands she found his number, waiting while it rang three times before he answered.

“Hey!” He said brightly on the other end of the phone.

“Hey Trav.” Her lip trembled and she tried to keep her voice steady “Are-are you busy?”

“No…what’s wrong?”

He could hear she was crying and he knew Justin probably had something to do with it.

Man did he hate that guy. He’d known something was off about him the minute he met him, and his dislike had grown even larger over the past year. He’d changed Nash and turned her inside out so that to Travis she was almost unrecognizable, and he didn’t like it one bit. He treated her like dirt, and Travis spent as little time around him as possible for fear that he might murder him with his bare hands. And he didn’t keep it a secret either. He went out of his way to inconvenience Justin’s life as much as he could, and did everything in his power to come between them but Nash was holding on for dear life, like she was afraid Justin would bolt at any minute.

“Nothing. Could you just come over? Please?” Her voice broke at the last part and Travis frowned.

“Sure. Be there in 10.”

She was vaguely aware of his car rolling up outside and him coming in the door, but it wasn’t until he leaned down in front of her and his hand came down on her knee, that she registered he was in her house.

“Hey. What’s this?” He tugged the paper from her hand and his eyes moved over the words, first surprised and then furious.

“Is this-?”

“He’s been cheating on me.” Nash said quietly, a single tear slipping from her eyelid and rolling down her cheek.

“Nash. I’m so sorry-I-I’m so sorry.” He moved to sit next to her and her sobs then came full force. He rubbed her back soothingly until she was all cried out, and then braced a hand on either side of her shoulder to lean her backwards.

“What are you going to do?”

She shrugged and rubbed her forehead “I don’t know Trav. What do I do?”

“Well for starters, we gotta get you out of here. Where is he anyway?”

“Work trip. He’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”

“Good gives us plenty of time. After we do that, then I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Trav-“

“I don’t wanna hear it Nash. I gave the guy tons of chances. My patience with him has run the fuck out and I’ve had enough.”

She didn’t say anything just nodded and let out a hiccup.

“Let me round up some of the guys, we’ll come over tomorrow and help you pack. You can stay with me till you find a place. No rush. Seriously.”

“Okay.” She said shakily, managing a small smile “I’m going to order food. Your gonna stay right?”

“Sure if you want me to. I’ll call the guys.”

They went in opposite directions and Travis left through the front door to sit on the porch.

He angrily punched in Nolan’s number and waited till it rang, foot tapping the pavement loudly.

“Hello?”

“I’m so fucking angry, fucking Justin that fucking -“ Travis started spewing hatred until Nolan stopped him.

“Whoa buddy. Calm down. What happened?”

He took a deep breath and let it put through his nose “I’m here, at Nash’s house. Justin has been cheating on her, and he has a fucking STD Pat. A fucking STD! How could he do that shit? Now she has it too! I swear I’m gonna fucking murder this guy and I-”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck.” Nolan cut him off from the other end. He heard him let out a loud sigh and then he was quiet for a few moments “What’s she gonna do?”

“She’s leaving him and she doesn’t have a choice. But I need your help. Think you can loop in some of the guys to help pack tomorrow maybe Libby too? I want her things packed and ready to move before he gets back from his work trip the next day.”

Travis heard muffled conversation in the background and then Kevin’s voice came on to the phone “An STD?!” He sounded outraged “I’m in, let’s kill him.”

“Okay you two calm down. We’re not killing anyone. I’ll call Hartsy and Beezer, and I don’t think you’ll be able to keep Libby away.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not at all. But she will be.”

“Take care of her Teeks.”

“We ride at dawn!” Kevin yelled in the background.

“I always do.” Trav said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. When he let himself back in Nash was seated on the sofa, knees pulled up to her chest, wine glass in hand and another sitting on the table for him. He sat down heavily and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Tomorrow morning, the guys are going to come over to help pack. Libby too.

She nodded and said “Okay. Do they uh-do they know?”In the smallest voice he had ever heard.

“I had to tell them Nash but it’s okay. They love you and they aren’t judging you for this okay? I want you to act like things are totally normal if he calls you. Don’t let on that you know anything. Understand? That fucker will come home early to try and talk you into staying and the answer is no. You know that right? There’s no coming back from this?”

“I know.” She said as a tear ran down her cheek and dropped onto her shirt, spreading across the fabric “I get it.”

“I’m staying over tonight.” He gestured to the sofa behind him “And we’ll get started early.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” She asked, eyes boring into her wine glass.

“What? No this isn’t your fault. This is on Justin okay? I mean the guys a real dick Nash.”

“Why would he do this to me?” Her voice cracked at the end, and her lower lip trembled.

“Because he’s an asshole and a piece of shit that’s why. That’s what guys like him do.”

Travis was both angry and relieved about the whole thing. The fact that Justin had done this lit him on fire, but the fact that he now would finally be able to get Nash away from him was like a weight off his shoulders.

He had only ever wanted the best for her, going as far as burying his own feelings for her in order to do so. He’d liked Nash from the start, and at one time had planned to try and take the next steps with her but then Justin had ruined everything, and for the past year he’d taken a back step and watched as the guy turned Nash inside out.

It was painful for him to know that she was completely oblivious about how he felt about her, and while she was google eyed over a guy who didn’t care about her, Travis was standing there with his heart leaking out of his chest for her. But it wasn’t about him. It was about Nash now.

This would destroy her and for all he knew she may never have another relationship again. So he would remain where he was, a step back with his heart still leaking out of his chest for as long as he had to.

“I know this is tough okay? I’m not good at all this sentimental, girl talk shit but. I’m here for you always, you know that right? And I don’t want you to rush around trying to find a place to stay. You can stay with me for a while, at least until we make sure Justin is going to leave you alone. I don’t want you to worry about any of this.”

“Thanks Trav. But it’s okay. I know it’s over. I can’t come back from this. I’ll never trust him again.”

“Good. I’m glad you get that.”

They were silent for a while, just sitting until food arrived. Travis reached in the bag and handed her a fortune cookie.

“You know.” He said as he opened his and cracked it “You can add ‘in bed’ to the end of any fortune and it makes sense?”

“Really?”

“Totally. You go first.”

She straightened her fortune out and cleared her throat as she read it “People admire your flexibility…in bed.” She blushed and laughed a little.

“Ooh kinky.” Travis said with a chuckle as he pulled out his own “You will receive an unexpected gift from an acquaintance…in bed.”

“Aren’t you Nolan roommates on the road?” Nash asked with a small smile.

“Shut up.” He said, but was smiling anyways.

Nothing warmed his heart quite like Nash when she smiled. It was about the only thing that could make a bad day better, and dark turn into light. He would act like a complete dumbass sometimes just to see it. He found himself often openly staring at her, and it was almost embarrassing how much he loved her but he was glad he was able to keep it mostly to himself.

He got her talking then, about everything and anything but Justin until she was yawning.

“Go to bed, stress makes the body shut down. I’m gonna be up for a little bit.”

“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets, unless.” She trailed off and looked at her feet, teeth scraping across her lip.

“Unless?”

“I mean you can just come and sleep in my room..if you want that is.”

“Oh uh. Sure I mean if you want me to.”

She turned and he followed her down the hallway heart beating so loudly he could feel it in his ears. He’d seen Nash’s bedroom before obviously, but he’d never been alone in it with her in the dark.

“I uh-I just washed the sheets so you don’t have to-“

“I wasn’t even thinking about that. It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed Nash. Remember this isn’t your fault.”

“I know. I’m gonna go wash my face, if you wanna get in….the bed.” She added awkwardly.

As she closed the bathroom door it occurred to him he’d brought nothing to sleep in.

Shirt on? Pants off? Socks?

He pulled his shirt over his head and then immediately shrugged it back on. He stepped from his jeans and then glanced around hanging them on a chair.

“There’s a pair of your gym shorts and a shirt in the third drawer down.” She called from the bathroom, almost like she knew he was in distress on the other side of the door.

“Okay. Thanks.” He called, pulling the drawer open and the clothing out. As he shut it and glanced up he spotted something that made him smile.

It was the only picture they’d ever taken together and it sat neatly on her dressed. She had her arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest, wine induced smile across her face. It had been taken 2 weeks before she met Justin when Travis had thought maybe there was a chance and his dreams had been shattered.

He pulled the shorts on, pulling his shirt over his head and sat down on her bed just as she opened the door. She too had changed, into a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He tried not to look at her legs as she walked across the room and turned the light off, before slipping into bed next to him.

“Hey Trav?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. He turned his head towards her. He could barley make out her silhouette in the darkness but he could see she was on her back, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this. All of it.”

“You don’t need to thank me for this.”

“I do. I know you’ve never liked Justin, but you’ve been putting up with him for me. Your doing this for me, I think sometimes I don’t say thank you for just being you enough and I should. I don’t know what I would do without you Trav. I love you.”

Travis bit his lip and cleared his throat “I love you too. Everything is going to be okay.” He reached down to find her hand in the darkness and gave it a squeeze “I promise.”

She turned to look at him, her face less than 6 inches from his own. He wanted to kiss her and wondered for a second if she’d let him, but this wasn’t the right time.

But if she had tried it, he would risk it for her. But instead she turned back to the ceiling and didn’t say another word, but left her hand in his until they both fell asleep.

*********

Nash was vaguely aware of a very warm body next to her the next morning. She smiled sleepily and snuggled deeper under the blankets breathing in a familiar smell and letting out a content sigh. A warm hand was resting on her lower back and legs were entangled in her own and she never wanted to move until she heard the door freak open.

“What the fuck is this.”

And then she remembered she was in bed with Travis.

Justin was standing in the doorway, mouth hanging open as both she and Travis sat upright. She realized what it must have looked like, them tangled in bed together, Travis shirtless and for a minute she panicked but then she remembered he gave her chlamydia and she stopped caring.

“You!” Travis spat and jumped out of bed. Justin blinked rapidly and bolted from the room, Travis following close behind as Nash scrambled out of bed.

“Travis no!” She yelled as he chased Justin down the hall and into the living room. Just as he neared him the front door banged open and all 6”5 inches of Kevin came barreling inside followed by Nolan, Joel and Carter and then Libby who rushed to her and enveloped her into a hug.

Kevin grabbed Travis just as he gripped the front of Justin’s shirt and made to swing on him. Nolan gave Justin a shove away from him and helped Kevin hold Travis back.

“It’s not worth it stop!” Kevin huffed as Travis thrashed around trying to get loose. Carter was standing back eyes moving around as he and Joel stood between her and Justin. Nash felt tears prick at her eyes as Travis and Justin started screaming at one another before Justin turned on her.

“You little whore. The second I go on a business trip you give it up. I fucking knew it! How long?”

“Me? I’m the whore?”

“I work my ass off to support you and I get to come home early to surprise you, only to find you in bed with him.” He pointed at Travis who lunged again just missing him.

“You gave me Chlamydia Justin!” Nash yelled, tears spilling from her eyes. Libby squeezed her arm “You cheated on me and gave me fucking Chlamydia!!”

“And I’d do it again you little slut.”

“Hey!” Libby yelled angrily “Don’t you talk to her like that!”

“Shut up you little-“

But anything else he had to say was cut short because Joel gave him a giant shove into the kitchen counter, and Travis got loose from Nolan and Kevin.

“No!” Nash screamed as Travis swung and hit Justin squarely on the cheek bone. Carter turned her around and gave her and Libby a push towards the hallway.

“Get out of here!” He yelled and turned back to the commotion in the kitchen as Libby ushered her down the hallway.

Nash cried silent tears as Libby closed and locked the bedroom door before turning to her. She could still here a lot of yelling from elsewhere in her house but it was drowned by her sobs.

“Nash I’m so sorry.” She pulled her into a long hug while Nash cried on her shoulder.

“Why? Why me?”

“Because he’s a life ruiner and that’s what guys like him do. But he is NEVER going to do this to you again do you hear me?”

Nash nodded and Libby handed her a tissue. She heard some slamming around and a door slamming and then some conversation before silence. Libby stood to unlock the door and disappeared down the hall a minute before she returned and then poked her head in the room.

“Coast is clear. You can come out now.”

Nash followed Libby down the hall, stepping around several smashed picture frames that littered the floor. A table had been knocked over, and a lamp broken, but everything else looked to be in tact. Kevin was in the kitchen rummaging in her freezer for ice, throwing the cubes down on to a washcloth, while Travis was seated at the island rubbing his hand. Joel was speaking quietly to him, talking him down like only Joel could. Carter turned and spotted her, and slid off his stool to give her a hug.

“Are you okay?“ he asked softly resting his chin on the top of her head. She sighed and returned his hug, eyes closing finally feeling safe, which was Carters superpower. Then she heard the door open.

Nolan had entered the house shutting the door behind him and locking it before turning to face them. He looked mad, cheeks red but untouched otherwise.

“He left. I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon. So let’s get packing eh?”

The guys started moving around wordlessly, having brought boxes and tape and other moving essentials. Conversation started to flow, and Nash didn’t miss the way they kept “accidentally” knocking things over that belonged to Justin.

“You okay?” Nolan asked as he brought her a box full of her stuff and sat next to her.

“I’m alright just…ya know.” He handed her the roll of tape and watched as she rolled it out and smoothed it over the lid of the box.

“You know this isn’t your fault right? And that things are gonna get so much better from here in out. I haven’t seen Travis this excited in a long time. He can’t wait to have a roommate again.”

Nolan wouldn’t tell her why Travis was really happy, even though Travis never said it out loud to him his feelings for Nash were obvious.

“Speaking of roommates.” Nash said as she pushed the box out of the way and started doing another one “When’s your girl coming?”

Two spots of pink appeared on Nolan’s cheeks and he smiled “A few weeks. But it’s not-“

“Not like that yeah yeah if you say so. Are you excited?” They had never met Sawyer, only heard of her. For a while Travis had insisted she wasn’t real but Nolan’s imaginary friend, until he forced Nolan to call her to prove she wasn’t a figment but a real person.

“Yeah.” Nolan said nonchalantly but his eyes told a different story “It’ll be nice to see her all the time again.” He smiled a little.

“I see…” Nash said side eyeing him. He glanced over and cleared his throat.

“As a friend of course.”

“Oh Nolan. If you like her maybe you should just see what happens-“ but Nolan was shaking his head.

“No it’s not like that with us. Never has been.” He said quietly hands fiddling with a roll of tape. He was staring at his feet, and Nash had the distinct impression he wasn’t being honest.

“Never?”

“Uh no. She’s just my friend.”

“We’ll I’m excited to meet ‘Just your friend’ in a few weeks.”

He smiled and nodded before standing and wandering away. She caught Travis’s eye and sent him a small smile before Libby called her to the bedroom to help sort out what was hers.

*************

Her house was officially packed but would require another day to move out. The guys would head over in the morning to retrieve the rest of her things so she wouldn’t have to see Justin. They’d piled the boxes neatly in the corner, and filed out of the house to wait for her, giving her a few moments alone for what might be the last time she’d ever see her home.

She looked sadly around at the now nearly empty house. She’d taken everything that was hers and the house looked strange without half the things in it.

“Ready?” She turned to find Travis standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets

“Yeah just taking one last look I guess.”

He nodded and waited as she flipped off the lights and followed him to the door, locking it behind her. She felt a hot tear prick her eye and brushed it away hurriedly as she hugged everyone goodbye.

“Thank you guys.” She touched her heart and smiled at them.

“Anytime!” Joel called over his shoulder. Libby gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her she’d see her tomorrow and after Nolan and Kevin left it was just her and Travis sitting in his car in the dark.

“Ready to go…roomie?” He asked with a small smile. He held out his hand.

Nash looked at it and smiled, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze “Take me home roomie.”

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miracleonice87 · 3 years ago

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5 w Kevin Hayes pls??

“I need you to be serious for two minutes.” with Kevin Hayes

from the two year tumblrversary prompt list

warnings: Kevin Hayes being a cute uncle, Kevin Hayes rapping Tipsy by J-Kwon in a church (no, seriously)

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You were officially that family.

That family with a billion (well, like ten, but still) people in one long pew at the front of the church. That family with one crying infant and one chatty toddler who insisted on making his every thought known throughout the service.

Under normal circumstances, you might’ve all just given up, thrown in the towel, filed one by one out of the church n’ere to return. But today was a special day – your three-month-old baby niece, your brother’s daughter, Ava, was being christened, and you and Kevin were standing up as her godparents.

For their first child, now three-year-old Milo, the honor had gone to your sister-in-law’s brother and sister, and you and Kevin had never let them hear the end of it since. Now, as Kevin had been teasing since they asked you the day she was born, it was your “time to shine.” You were about to be the best damn godparents this world had ever seen.

But first, you had to survive the service.

One pleading look from your sister-in-law from the other end of the church pew, after one particularly spirited outburst from Milo, was all it took for you to engage auntie mode.

“Just keep him occupied until they call us up?” your exhausted brother muttered under his breath from beside you. “We’ll meet you up there.”

You nodded, giving your sister-in-law a sly thumbs up as she mouthed a “thank you” while soothing the fussy baby on her shoulder.

“Milo, come with me, babe,” you whispered. With that, you took your squirmy, squealing nephew’s hand and made your way out of the pew, aiming for the vestibule at the back of the church where you could better entertain him and keep him quiet.

But you should’ve known escaping would never be that easy, as Milo immediately reached out for your boyfriend – his favorite person in the world – who sat at the end of the row, knees politely pushed as far back as his long legs would allow in order to let you out more easily.

“Uncle Kevin come!” Milo called out – during a scripture reading, no less. You quickly, yet gently, shushed the toddler and tried to usher Milo along behind you, but he resisted, pulling you in the opposite direction – truly your brother’s child. “No! No! Uncle Kevin come! Pwease!” he wailed.

With that, Kevin knew that his best next move was to swiftly exit the pew along with you, scoop the boy up in his arms, and assure him in a whisper that he was coming, too, as he affectionately patted the boy’s chest. You gave him a grateful glance and continued down the side aisle and into the quiet vestibule.

Once away from the congregation, Milo shimmied down Kevin’s tall form to the floor, where he immediately began to run in circles, his tiny leather dress shoes making quite the thuds on the tile floor.

“Shh, shh, shh, buddy, we can’t run, okay?” Kevin said softly, running interference once more and grabbing the boy up with one arm. Impressive, you couldn’t help but think. He shifted the boy to his waist with ease. “I know it’s no fun, but we gotta be on our best behavior for baby sister’s day, right?”

“I! Wanna! Run!” Milo chanted, clapping his hands together with each syllable. You clasped a hand over your mouth and tried not to laugh as Kevin grabbed one of the boy’s tiny hands in his before Milo could continue clapping.

“Look, let’s dance,” Kevin suggested, thinking quick on his feet as the pair were now in a waltz position. “Uh, what’s a song, let’s think of a song… uh…” Kevin gave you a panicked look. “Auntie, can you think of a song for us?”

Suddenly, your mind went blank too, every lullaby or beginner song you’d learned on the piano or sung in elementary school having left your brain.

“Um… how about… the one about the buns? Hot…” you trailed off, the full title not coming to mind as you glanced down the center aisle of the church to ensure your family hadn’t yet been called up for Ava’s christening.

“Buns! Yes, how about… one, here comes the two to the three to the four, everybody drunk out on the dance floor,” he began to sing quietly. “Baby girl butt jiggle like she want more, like she a groupie and I ain’t even on tour!”

“Kev,” you groaned softly, half-distracted by the cute family at the altar, their infant being blessed by the priest.

Undeterred by your halfhearted warning, and spurred on by Milo’s bubbling laughter, Kevin continued.

“Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, or maybe 'cause she heard that I buy out the stores. Bottom of the 9th and a man gotta score, if not I gotta move on to the next-”

You gasped. “Kevin Patrick!” you hissed, turning around and pinching his bicep, which thankfully stopped him mid-verse, at just the perfect time.

“Ow!” he complained, clutching dramatically at his upper arm. “I didn’t even say the bad words!”

You rolled your eyes, taking your nephew by the hand as you used your other to smooth the front of your dress. “We are in a church, about to become godparents to my niece, like right now,” you whisper-yelled, motioning to where your brother and his wife, holding Ava, had just slipped out of their pew at the priest’s instruction for the next family to come to the altar. “I need you to be serious for two minutes,” you said pleadingly.

“Little man loved it though, right?” he argued, extending his fist, which your little nephew bumped excitedly.

“That’s because he’s three,” you pointed out. “You are thirty.”

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brockkboeserr · 4 years ago

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Hello I need this for my big, silly, himbo man Kev:

forgive me i just couldn’t help myself - all i ever wanted by vance joy

K thx🖤

anything for you baby (write me the happy sequel to your matty fic kthxbyeeeee)

pairing: kevin hayes x reader

warnings: two idiots in love

word count: 1k

forgive me, i just couldn’t help myself

Kevin is loud and boisterous, to put it mildly. Always the biggest presence in any room, predictable and reliable even in his eccentricity. You’re just, so completely not that at all, much quieter, much tamer. Despite the difference you both just work, the kind of friendship where funnily enough you don’t have to work at it at all. Hours, days, weeks can pass without so much as an instagram like, but the second you’re both together it’s like you never left each other’s side.

He’s always there when you need him, even if you were the last one to leave him unanswered, text left on read, even if it’s the middle of the night, even if the thing you require from him is no easy task. When your best friend needed to leave her boyfriend at two in the morning it’s Kevin you called, who drove your SUV because your hands were shaking, who cornered her boyfriend while you helped her pack her things.

With the tremendous amount of good also comes the bad. His schedule is horrific, the offseasons he’s home it’s like you don’t even exist, and more times than not he’s the reason behind your relationship troubles. There’s not a single man out there who believes your feelings for Kevin are simply platonic, who doesn’t make up imaginary scenarios in their head where you’re unfaithful and Kev is the one you really want. The issue is they’re not exactly wrong, even if they’re not exactly right either. You’re not the cheating type, and you’re certainly not the girl who captures her best friend’s attention.

Kevin can’t help it, and he more than likely doesn’t realize he’s doing it. The casual compliments and teasing read more like flirting than they probably should, especially to untrained ears. You’ve endured it all for years now, the pet names that drip from his tongue, the casual brushing touches that linger in your mind for days. They don’t mean anything, though, it’s just Kevin. But, no guy has ever bought that for longer than a few months.

Not even when Kev’s got himself a girl, which is more often than not. It’s not long that he’s lonely, capturing the attention of every girl in every room he walks into. Besides your birthday and a handful of other times, you can’t recall a time you’ve been to the bar together where he didn’t leave with someone who wasn’t you. Though, a lot of times those girlfriends have just as much of an issue with you that your past boyfriends had with him. A running joke in your friend group revolves around the two exes who bonded over their insecurities - John and Jess are actually getting married next week.

The other running joke in your friend group is, of course, the two of you. Talk of the two of you acting like an old married couple interspersed with demands to ‘just kiss already’ are enough to get your blood boiling on any night, but the first night out since getting your heart handed to you two weeks ago by another guy who ‘couldn’t compete anymore’ is really just not the time to be playing the same old worn-out track.

There had been a time when you thought there was merit in all their teasing, when you let yourself believe that maybe the flirting was purposeful, the touches more than incidental. When confronted by a few of your friends about the nature of your feelings for Kevin, you had begged for time to do it on your own terms. That time had never come, but the touches and the teasing never stopped.

Kevin takes all the teasing in stride, boisterous laughter heard above even the loud music and chatter. His hand is heavy where it rests on your shoulder, fingers flexing now and then, teasing the skin just under the sleeve of your shirt. Your face is warm, but you’ll blame it on the alcohol, all the people, the temperature of the bar, everything but the truth. You like nights like this, when you can curl into his side, when his attention is focused only on the familiar faces around this table, ignorant of the girls making eyes at him from across the bar.

When it’s time for you to leave, he leaves with you. A chivalrous ‘let me walk you home’ is met with cheers and catcalls from your friends that you merely dignify with a one finger salute. It’s nice, the easy going chatter that continues into the night as you walk the several blocks home. You lean into him and away from him, influenced by the vodka sodas you drank like they were water as you chatter animatedly.

His full attention is on you, even if you can’t feel it, walking through the lobby of your building and then the elevator. It’s not until you’re safely inside your apartment, finally kicking off your very cute but very much not sensible shoes and turning to offer him a drink that you see it and fall silent. Kevin’s looking at you in a way that is so heavy, and you’re not sure if it’s real or just the vodka, but you think he might want to kiss you as badly as you want to kiss him.

And then he’s resting a hand against your jaw and you’re not pulling away and then he’s right there in your personal space, lips just barely brushing, mouth hovering to give you an out. You don’t take it, but you don’t move further either, waiting and wanting and hoping for him to close that last bit of space. When he does it’s like the world comes together finally, an old tv set of black and white sputtering out color for the first time. The kiss is as heavy as his gaze, as hot as a summer day. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and everything you’d convinced yourself you could never have.

“I’m sorry,” he says when you pull apart finally, lips swollen and eyes wide, “I just couldn’t help myself.”

You’re usually so different in your demeanor and your actions, but this time you’re one in the same as you can’t help yourself either, pulling him back in for another kiss.

#nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #kevin hayes fic #kevin hayes imagine #kevin hayes imagines #kevin hayes blurb #shelb writes blurbs #shelb writes #shelbs 1.5k

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skjeinon · 3 years ago

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tell me you love me - kevin hayes

kevin hayes x reader (blurb)

warnings: mention of sex, the beginning to the end of the frat boys

word count: 560

i never write blurbs or anything short but i was feeling soft for mr hayes and i wanted to write something </3

the move to philly from new york was hard, but what was even harder was the time from when he was in winnipeg to when he moved to philly.

i had lived with him , living out of his bedroom when he had lived with jimmy and brady. they didn’t seem to mind my presence and i didn’t mind theirs either but once kevin had gotten traded, there was a looming fear amongst everyone as brady moved out to live with gracia and with just jimmy, he didn’t want to live alone, he moved.

gracia and brady graced me with a room to stay in until me and kevin had it worked out. i knew i didn’t want to settle somewhere new in new york if i was going to mode to winnipeg to be with kevin, but when he signed with philly, all of our plans changed again and i was moving away from the family i had formed in new york with the rangers and the wags that accompanied them. the time in new york alone though was hard because even though i had brady, even though i had gracia and jimmy and chris and mika.. i had matt and fox, smith, and fast. it wasn’t the same. the love and support and people that had me and kevin’s back felt like nothing without kevin’s loud mannerisms, annoying chewing, crewed wake-up calls when he had to pee after sex. i missed staring at his hair , all messy after his game shower after i had convinced him to begin growing it out again.. he said when he had signed with philly he’d grow it out again. i missed his overly confused look on his face when he was only somewhat stumped. he always looked like he had something on his mind, or if he was just out of it, no in between. and his goofy smile was what made it so hard to not see him everyday.

“baby, i’m signing with philly..”

were probably the best 5 words i had heard in a while and when he told brady, i could tell he was happy he’d finally have his home back even though it meant that i would have to leave.

kevin’s new apartment in philly was small at least compared to the old apartment. it would fit the two of you and a dog or a cat perfectly, while there was also a spare bedroom for family or guests. but when i first walked in, i didn’t care about the home or the quality or the bed i’d lay my head in at night, i cared about kevin who had walked in behind me, wrapping his arms around me to push his face into my neck.

“i missed you so much.” his voice sounded broken as i turned around in his hold so i could catch his eyes. they were dark and tired.

“i missed you too baby..” i brought my arms up around his neck, pulling him close as our lips met. “i love you so much… so so much.”

he pulled away from the kiss, pushing his chin on my shoulder, before turning it to kiss my neck again, gently inhaling, trying to get the smell of the perfume he remembered, in his senses “i love you too..” he mumbled.

his tall frame awkwardly held me until he picked me up, taking me to the bedroom we intended to share. he laid me down and dove into bed next to me, holding me close. being tangled in bed with him was all that i wanted…

#kevin hayes #flyers lb #philidelphia flyers #new york rangers #nhl flyers #flyers fanfic #nhl fanfiction #frat bois #brady skjei #jimmy vesey #i miss the frat boys so much and i didn’t even like hockey when they all lived together #nhl blurb

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laurenairay · 4 years ago

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Day 16 – Kevin Hayes

Trope: Building a snowman

Word Count: 567 words

A/N: When I think genuine excitement, I think of Kevin Hayes. I have nothing else to offer, other than my adoration of this man, and to share that love with @danglesnipecelly 😍

“Baby, oh my god, look outside!”

You blinked your eyes open slowly at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, blearily looking at him in confusion.

“Kev, what time is it?” you yawned, scrubbing a hand over your face.

“Okay, it’s early,” Kevin admitted sheepishly, “But look at all this snow!”

You couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across your face as you sat upright, looking out the window where he was pointing. Well, he wasn’t kidding. What was only a light dusting of snow when the two of you went to sleep, was now a thick layer covering as far as the eye could see. That had to be at least a couple of feet deep – no wonder Kevin was excited.

“Hey Kev?” you said sweetly.

“Yeah?” he said, smiling back at you.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” you sang, wiggling your eyebrows.

Kevin laughed, throwing his head back slightly with the force of it, making you laugh as well. It really was such an addicting sound.

“That sounds like the perfect idea,” Kevin grinned, “How about I put on some coffee while you get dressed in something warm?”

“And I’ll cook breakfast while you get dressed in something warm,” you nodded, grinning back.

This was going to be fun. Kevin ducked down to kiss you softly before he rolled out of bed, leaving you smiling after him fondly. As much as you had intended sleeping in this morning…spending time with Kevin when he was this genuinely happy? That wasn’t something you were going to give up. Not in a million years.

“What do you think we should use for the eyes?” you asked, tilting your head.

The snowman currently stood at three large rounded balls of snow, Kevin having put in most of the hard work, with a hat, scarf and sticks for arms already in place. Now all that was left was to give your creation a face.

“Hmm, how about these?”

Kevin held out two old wine corks, still digging through the odds-and-ends box he kept for moments like these.

“Oh those are perfect!” you gasped.

The right size, the right shape – exactly what you needed. Kevin just winked, a small pleased smile on his lips as he continued to rummage for more supplies. You carefully dug your thumbs into the head of the snowman, making two indentations for the ‘eyes’, and placed them in with a smile. Perfect, just like you’d thought.

“It’s looking good, baby,”

You looked up at Kevin with an even bigger smile, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Thanks Kev,” you mused, “what else do you have for me?”

“Six red bottle caps for a mouth, and I’m pretty sure I have a carrot indoors for a nose,” he listed.

He really did think of everything, didn’t he?

“That sounds great, thank you,”

“No, thank you,” Kevin said, shaking his head, “Thank you for humouring me. I know you’d rather be relaxing in bed,”

“If you’re not in the bed with me, then I wouldn’t rather be there. This is much more fun,” you insisted.

“Pretty sure I can make it up to you later though,” Kevin grinned sharply.

A flash of heat ran through you, something you know Kevin noticed as your breath hitched in your throat. Menace.

“Oh I’m holding you to that,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly, “But first, carrot,”

“Yes ma’am,” Kevin laughed.

#my writing #31 days of december blurbs #kevin hayes #kevin hayes fic #kevin hayes blurb #kevin hayes imagine #hockey imagine

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nugnthopkns · 4 years ago

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an über short little blurb brought to y'all by @antoineroussel and her surprise prompt list!

ravelment (noun) – entanglement; confusion

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?”

The question makes you laugh out of discomfort – you have no idea what happens next. Sleeping with Kevin was only meant to be a one-time thing, but one thing led to another and the two of you have been exclusively together for almost a year. In your defence he took you by surprise, all loud laughs and kind eyes, and once he asked if you wanted to see him regularly you were a goner. Kevin just exudes an energy you want to be around constantly, and at this point you’ve all but officially moved into his penthouse apartment.

Despite being together every free moment he has in the city, you aren’t dating Kevin. You don’t even know what to call your situation – it’s clearly more than friends with benefits to both of you, but does it have enough emotional vulnerability to be considered a true relationship? Neither of you seem to know, and are too afraid to clarify, so you sit in a strange limbo of being able to kiss him but not whenever you want.

“I don’t know, Kev. This was never supposed to happen.”

It’s his turn to laugh, and it comes out a bit strained. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart,” he sighs, still gripping the ivory wedding invitation between his fingers. It addressed the pair of you as a couple and expressed the couple’s desire to have you at their special day. Weddings are something you enjoy, and you know you’d have fun with Kevin, but the two of you aren’t together and don’t know what to do about the connotation that you are.

You can’t help but purse your lips at Kevin’s reaction. It stings more than you thought it would, especially because you never expected anything like this, but the idea of him being disgusted that others perceive you to be a couple breaks your heart. He doesn’t miss the shift in your facial features and softens instantly, beckoning you to come closer. Once you’re settled against his broad chest and engulfed by his arms Kevin speaks.

“I didn’t mean it like that, sweetheart, I promise. I think you should come. I want you to come, more than anything in the world, but I just don’t know what we’re going to tell people.”

“That we’re entangled beyond belief?” you suggest, pushing away from his body to create a gap just wide enough for you to tilt your head up and capture his lips with yours. The kiss is soft, no doubt because of the precarious conversation you’re about to have, but you enjoy it nonetheless. Kissing Kevin is something you’ll never tire of.

His laugh is genuine this time when it bubbles over, and a small but satisfied smile finds its way onto your face. “Something like that.”

#i cannot write at the moment so my apologies #kevin hayes blurb #kevin hayes imagine #philadelphia flyers imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #hockey blurb #hockey fic #suprise prompts!#cwrites

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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peppering their face in kisses and giggly cuddles with kevin hayes ? 🥺 thank you, babes<3

5. "giggly cuddles" 19. "peppering their face in kisses" (from this prompt list)

the only difference between morning-kevin and night-kevin was he was more clingy than usual. he would hold you, hostage, in bed before you absolutely had to go.

this morning was no different. you were both awake, and he had you wrapped up in his arms like a vice, unrelenting and unwilling to let you go.

"dude, i gotta go." you laughed, trying to pull away.

"i'm not letting you go, dude." he peppered kisses across your face and neck.

"stop," you giggled, trying to pull away from him.

"never." he peppered more kisses on your neck, tickling your neck with his beard.

"kevin..." you spoke more firmly. he pulled away with a pout.

"i don't want you to leave me."

"i'll be back later. i'm only working a half-day." you reminded him.

"that's too long." he shook his head, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"i love you." you kissed his head.

"i love you, too." he continued to pout.

eventually, kevin let you up (after a lot of begging and some deal-making), and you quickly ran around your home, rushing to get ready.

later that afternoon, true to our word, you walked back through the doors to your home and were immediately engulfed in a hug.

"i was only gone for a few hours," you mumbled.

"a few hours too long." kevin smiled happily, "now we can spend the entire day together."

"we do this anyway."

"you know, i'm trying to do something nice." he joked.

taylor's night of neglect!

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likeshootingstarsinthenightsky · 5 years ago

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Hi y'all! So I'm in my Kevin Hayes feels today! So if anyone wants to send me stuff, or for me to write stuff (blurbs, headcanons, etc.) Send them my way!

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youngbeezer · 4 years ago

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You should do sharing a milkshake with Kevin Hayes!!!

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Prompt-- 8. Sharing a milkshake (w Kevin Hayes)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Ok, so I'm sorry this kind of took forever to finish (I was having major writing block). I also don't think this turned out that good but..

Thanks for requesting, hope you like it

Word Count: 1459 (also turned out way longer than I imagined)

Warning(s): none i dont think ?

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The final buzzer echoed throughout the half full arena, signalling the end of the 2020-2021 Flyers season. I wait a few minutes up in the press box, surrounded by all the other family members and WAGS. We all watch the players give their final appreciations to the loyal fans in the stadium and make their way through the tunnel.

I let out a little sigh when I saw everyone else in the room start making their way out the door and to the locker room. I take one more final moment to take in all my surroundings before we all leave this place for a good few months. I watch the few remaining fans weave their way through the seats, the zambonis making their way onto the ice, and the janitors getting a head start on cleaning.

“Hey a/n, you coming?” Ryanne, one of my closest friends and the captain's wife, asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” I sheepishly rush out as I rise from my seat to meet her at the doorway. She gives me a knowing smile before leading the way down to the locker room.

When we finally make it down there, a few of the guys have already started making their way out. Claude is one of them, and as he comes over he gives me a half smile trying to put on a brave face. I give him a quick hug and assure him,

“Great season cap.”

“Thanks y/n.” He gives me a genuine smile at that and another pat on the back before making his way over to his family.

I wait patiently for my boy to make his way out, and occasionally give a few of the other guys hugs and reassurances. Finally, I see Kevin walk through the locker room door trailing behind Nolan Patrick, who both make their way over once they spot me in the crowd. Nolan makes his way over to me first and says a quiet “hey” before going in for a much needed hug.

I don’t say much except for the standard, “I’m proud of you”, “you played great,” and give him a few back rubs. But once I see my boyfriend finally make his way over here, I give Nolan one last smile before wrapping my arms around Kevin’s neck and pulling him as close to me as possible. He immediately buries his head into the crook of my neck, where I notice a few wet spots hit my skin. I bring my hand up to tangle in his hair and soothe sweet nothings into his ear to try and calm him down.

“I love you so much Kev. No matter what happens or how the season ended, I am always going to be so incredibly proud of you.” I reassured softly, giving his shoulder a few sporadic kisses.

He eventually pulls away clearing his throat and gives me a gentle smile. He brings me in for a sweet kiss that tells me all I need to know. That he appreciates me and my words, and that he’s going to be okay.

“Hayesy, you two coming out with us?” Scott questions us, giving me a quick smile before bringing his attention back to my boyfriend.

“Nah we’re gonna have to pass on this one, sorry.” He answers, giving me a knowing look.

“No problem. See you soon bud. Bye y/n.” Scott gives Kevin a little pat on the back and me a quick hug and then makes his way out of the arena with his girlfriend and the rest of the group who are going out.

Now Kevin and I have always had a tradition that we started back when he was still playing with the Rangers. After a particularly tough game for Kev, he didn’t want to go out with the team, but he also didn’t want to go back home and sulk. So, on our way home from the game, we ended up coming across this diner. We went in, got some food, talked for hours, and we shared a milkshake. We always share a milkshake. Even though it is not technically on Kevin’s diet plan for hockey, it is a comfort food (and if we’re being honest, I drink more than half of it most of the time anyway) but it always seems to do the trick of making the night a little bit better. Now after games, Kevin just needs to give me one simple look, and I know right away that it’s a diner night.

I grab ahold of Kevin’s hand and wait for him to grab his hockey bag before trekking through the Wells Fargo Center and out to the parking lot. We got lucky that when we moved to Philly, we straight away found a cute little diner like 10 minutes from the stadium. So as soon as Kev’s bags are in the trunk and we are both situated in our seats, I start the engine and make my way towards one of our favorite spots.

Luckily when we arrive, there are barely any other customers so we get seated right away. Our waiter, Sally, waltz’s right over to us with her ever present grin.

“Hey you two. It’s good to see you again!” She greets us. Sally was our waiter the first time that we came here and right away warmed our hearts with her happy go lucky personality and charming presence. And every time we came here again, she always walked straight over to our table to greet us and get our usual order. She has been a huge part of making this place such a great escape.

Kevin’s face brightens up with Sally’s presence and he replies back, “It’s good to see you too Sally. How are the kids?”

“Oh they’re great hun. Thanks for asking.” She beams. “Can I get you guys your usual?”

“Yes please.” I smiled at her. Sally nods back and makes her way into the kitchen to place our order.

I bring my attention back to my boyfriend to find him already with his eyes on me. He intertwined our hands together, and even brought one of them up to his lips to give a little kiss.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He confided.

“Of course Kev. I meant what I said earlier. I am so so proud of you and of everything that you accomplished this season.” I declared back.

Before he could say anything else, Sally arrived back at our table with our order.

“Here you are darlin’s. A chocolate milkshake. With two straws.” She gave me a quick wink before retreating behind the diner counter.

“You know you’re seasons technically over… so we could have both gotten our own milkshakes. I wouldn’t have told anyone.” I tease a little.

Kevin scoffs a little before retorting back, “You’re only saying that because you just want an entire milkshake to yourself.”

I let out a giggle and gave him a shrug before taking the first sip of the chocolate heaven.

“I’m just kidding Kev. I wouldn’t change our tradition for the world.” I genuinely smile back at him.

Kevin is silent for a moment and just continues to stare at me as I [religiously] sip the chocolate milkshake.

“You know I love you right?” Kevin claimed.

I pause mid-sip to look back up at him. My face softens at the fondness I see on his face and I go to give his hand a quick squeeze.

“Of course. I love you too.”

“C'mere.” He smirks at me, beckoning me to meet him halfway across the table. Our lips meet into a passionate kiss that speaks volumes on how we are both feeling at this exact moment. There is absolutely no one else either of us would rather be here with at this moment, in a tiny little diner pouring our hearts out to each other after the Flyers season just ended.

From New York, to Winnipeg, to now Philadelphia. No matter where we both are, as long as we have each other, then that’s all we need. But Sally and this chocolate milkshake are a great bonus.

“Mhm, that’s good.” Kev mumbles against my lips as he pulls away.

I chuckle confusedly and raise my eyebrows up at him before asking, “What, my lips?”

“Nah, the milkshake. You taste like it.”

Now I am full on cackling in this tiny diner, causing every head to turn in our direction. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sally smiling from ear to ear watching us.

I shake my head at my ridiculous boyfriend, who is now practically gulping down sips of the milkshake and I bemusedly reflect,

“God, I love you so much.”

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