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stars1997 · 1 month

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Lover Boy - Part 1

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N Ullmark gets a job with the Bruins as their new photographer. They haven't seen each other in a few years, some things have changed. What happens when her brother's best friend develops a crush on her?

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“Hey guys today’s media day as you know, we gotta get our roster shots. We have a new photographer so do me a favor, be nice to her, she’s ullmarks sister.” I heard Brad Marchand say from inside the locker room. A series of cat-call whistles went off in the locker room before I heard my brother clear his throat. I roll my eyes. Here we go, I think to myself. “Completely off limits to every single one of you. Don’t even think about it.” He says. The whistles continue and I let out a laugh a little louder than needed. The locker room went silent. “I guess I’ll come in now,” I said, stifling the giggles from seconds ago. “As you guys know I’m Y/n Ullmark, your new media girl. So if you guys could suit up and head out to the hallway in 20 that would be great!” I say, and just before walking fully out of the locker room, I saw someone I recognized, Swayman. The last time I saw him was when he first got signed and became best friends with my brother. He looks a little older now. We locked eyes, he gave a smile and a wave which was returned before I headed to the hallway to set up. I set up my camera stand, the lights, and the background as the guys were lining up. A few of the boys jokingly hit on me, but I took it lightly. I could tell I was going to love this job. I was down to the last two guys which were Pasta and Sway. After photoing Pasta it was just me and Sway in the hallway. “Y/n, it’s been so long. How was school?” He asked. “Ah, he speaks. School was awesome but it definitely had its ups and downs. I’ve been keeping up with stats, you guys have been doing really well. Are you excited to be in net for the rangers game tomorrow? I hear they’ve got a new bruiser, Matt something?” I asked while fixing the lighting for his photo. “Matt Rempe, yeah I’ve heard of the kid. Make sure you get my good side tomorrow. No bad angles.” He joked. I laughed and playfully pushed him into position for the photo. I snapped a few good headshots for the roster and some full body for the Instagram, which I now run. Most of the photos weren’t usable since he kept making silly faces at the camera but those were the photos I knew the fans would adore. After taking his pictures he walked back to the locker room and I started putting away the lights and backdrops. This took longer than I thought it would. Almost all of the boys had left by the time I was almost done putting it all away. “Hey, Y/n do you need any help with all of that?” Sway asked from down the hallway, walking out of the locker room in jeans and a flannel, while putting on his hat, flipping so it's backwards. “Oh no its okay, I’m almost finished.” I responded with a smile. “Are you sure, its really no bother.” He said. “Y/n, is this guy bothering you?” My brother asked, stifling a chuckle as he walked down the hallway towards us. “Hey Bubba, Sway asked me to go get drinks with him, would you mind putting the lights and tripod in the closet?” I asked my brother sweetly, watching Jer’s face drop into a puzzled expression out of the corner of my eye. “Wait, what I-“ My brother started. “Thank youuuu.” I interrupted, grabbing Sway's hand and pulling him toward the exit. I turned around to see my brother still standing there shocked. “No need to worry bubba its just as friends, promise.” Once we walked about of the arena I let go of his hand. “Alright tendy, where are you taking me for drinks?” I asked as we make the short walk over to his truck. “Well, since I don’t have much of a choice I was thinking Brock’s bar. Have you ever been?” He asked unlocking the doors and opening his own. I opened mine and grabbed the handle at the top to pull myself in. “Oh come on Jer don’t act like you don’t love my company. I’ve been once or twice but I don’t really remember those nights honestly.” I joked, and we both laughed at the hard truth while he started the truck.

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snorky · 15 days

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You Glimmer Like City Lights Against the Sea Port

Hey y’all! So sorry this took forever to come out, life has been chaotic and I’ve only recently just started to catch a break, sorta. Well anywho, Jeremy Swayman sweetness and fluff, but as all things are, nothing is perfect. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Some creep (ew), Unwanted touching, (let me know if I need to add anything!)

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The chill evening breeze swept past her, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, despite being huddled in the warmth of her friends as they walked down the street.

Their laughter rang in the air, sounds of a memory being engraved in her mind, and she could feel the thumping of the music in the bar in her chest. Her dress sparkled under the neon entrance light, alluring and perfect in all the right places.

As they all entered the bar, the stench of alcohol and all sorts of cologne and perfumes stung her nose bitterly, unfamiliar and strange for her normality.

Her friends told her something along the lines of heading to the dance floor, but she shook her head and settled to sit at the bar for a drink or two, but she promised them that she would follow suit later.

Waving their goodbyes for a temporary departure, she turned her focus to the bartender in front of her, making her order of choice, a dirty Shirley for nostalgia’s sake. Shortly after less than a minute, her drink was in front of her, the crimson color of the cherries floating around.

It tasted just like how she remembered, just a little more sharp this time, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

“What’s got you all dopey, angel?”

She turned her head to the voice, eyes meeting a darkly attractive man with soft brown hair, and scruffy facial hair that emphasized his face.

Her face warmed up at the unexpected attention, something she was trying to avoid that night. “Oh, just, nothin’,” she murmured in a bashful manner.

“Can’t be,” he scoffed playfully. “Unless there’s some magic in the air that’s causing you to look this heavenly,”

She chuckled at his words, his attempts at flirting evident. “You’re funny,” she smiled, grabbing her glass to take a sip.

He watched her hands as she held the glass, taking a drink of the Shirley. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was hardly audible in the loud bar, but he read her lips like a sacred prayer.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, but it was an illusion, far from cocky, and they both knew it. She knew that he was a deep and hearty soul, anything but selfish and self-centered.

Motioning for the bartender, he ordered a beer for himself, as well as said something that she couldn’t quite hear over the music. Looking back at her, his eyes seemed to glimmer with some mischievous intent.

“The drinks are on me by the way, just so you know.” He gave her a wink that seemed so cheesy, she started to laugh.

“Jeez, don’t wink again, for everyone’s sake.” Her tone was lighthearted and playful, mirroring his flirtatiousness.

He leaned a little closer to her, but still cautiously observing her comfort, trying not to cross any lines. “What, ‘cause it’d make you fall for me harder?”

Rolling her eyes at him, she couldn’t help but let a smile appear on her face. “Ugh, you’re so weird,”

“I’m completely normal—” He took a sip of his beer, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I dunno what you’re talking about,”

“You know what—yeah—you’re right. I’m wrong. Oh, hail the mighty…” Looking up at him, she realized she didn’t even know his name yet.

Giving her a sweet smile, he told her his name. “Jeremy.”

“Oh hail the mighty Jeremy, bringer of rights, corrector of wrongs.”

It was his turn to laugh, deep and hearty that seemed to make her warm. “If I’m so right, maybe I think that we should have a dance, no?” He got off of his seat, and held his hand out to her.

Placing her hand in his, she got off of her seat as well, his height compared to her evident. “Anything for the mighty Jeremy,” she laughed.

They both made their way to the dancefloor, still just as crowded as before, and she tightened her grip on his hands. He noticed this and looked back, giving her a gentle smile, squeezing her hand twice delicately.

As they passed through the crowd towards an empty spot, she spotted her friends, and gave them a thumbs up as she continued to walk, causing her friends to erupt in cheers and all sorts of celebratory gestures.

Jeremy squeezed her hand again, getting her attention. She looked up at him, a soft smile pinned on her face as they both attempted to dance in the crowded area.

The buzz of her drink was finally just starting to affect her, each touch of his electrified, warm, and it made her feel like she was floating in a dream, a lost haze that she wanted to be permanent.

Yet it was awkward trying to move around and along to the music when there was little to no room to move, arms and legs stiff and cautious to not step or bump into anyone else.

Leaning closer towards him, her palm resting against his chest, she looked up at him and let out a nervous laugh.

“Too crowded in here,”

He looked at her and gave a small chuckle, lowering down to speak near her ear. “I can’t hear you in here, angel,”

She gave his hand two squeezes before walking towards the direction of the exit, weaving through the bodies in the crowded bar that made it feel so cramped and stuffy.

The breeze of fresh, refreshing air welcomed the both of them with open arms, causing the both of them to shiver, more notably, her.

“It’s better out—out here,” she stuttered, arms crossed over one another as she tried to conserve her warmth.

He raised a brow at her, unsure of whether or not she was serious about her comment. “Yeah? You think so?”

Nodding her head, she gave him a sheepish smile, wanting to play strong.

Unfortunately, he saw right through her facade, and he took his jacket off and placed it on her shoulders, which she accepted gratefully, with a genuine smile this time.

They both stood there outside, leaning against the brick wall side by side, breathing in the fresh air in silence together for a bit, their breaths almost visible.

It shouldn’t have been as cold as it felt, but the Northeast had a tendency to have inconsistent weather. Sunny and warm one day, snow the next.

Rummaging through her purse, she hoped to get a hold of her phone to send an apology to her friends in case she worried them. “I need to get back in there, I should tell my friends where I am,” she realized, breaking the silence.

He looked over at her, a soft look on his face. “I’ll wait for you,”

She smiled at him before walking back into the crowded bar, searching for her friends among the large number of people.

Attempting to move through the bodies that were grouped near the entrance, she felt a hand touch her waist, to which she instinctively swatted away.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you, baby?”

The stench of booze lingered on the stranger’s breath as it fanned over her neck, causing her to almost scoff with disgust.

“Get away from me—”

She tried to walk away from him, but her wrist was grabbed back, her attention forced back onto the stranger unwillingly.

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, the mixture of both her drink and the situation getting to her, and her surroundings became more blurred, fear rushing through her.

“Oh, you’re real classy man.”

The next few moments passed by in the blink of an eye after she heard the familiar voice, profanities and shouting could be made of the commotion, and eventually, she was being pulled out of the bar, her feet stumbling slightly at the rapid change.

“Are you alright?”

Panic filled her as she looked at the person who pulled her out, but then she slowly began to relax as she realized it was Jeremy. His hands were placed on each side of her arms carefully, trying not to startle her further.

She nodded, words unable to escape from her throat. Her eyes tried to focus on his worried expression, but all she could concentrate on was his touch that felt oh-so-familiar, warm and comforting, wanting to be in his embrace.

He looked at her with a concerned worry in his eyes, which quickly faded away as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and he followed suit, his own arms around her body.

Sighing at the warmth and comfort, her fuzzy head started to wander, and the thought of this feeling, this very moment, being so strangely familiar sat within her mind.

Perhaps it was the blurry lights of the cityscape across the cove, twinkling like the stars, just like it did in his eyes when she first met him, or perhaps, it was the simple beauty of it all.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she spoke quietly.

He nodded his head in agreement, his focus switching between the sight of the lights, and her in his arms. “It is, but not as beautiful as you,”

Her face warmed up at his words, a gentle contrast to the cool air.

Standing there, they allowed themselves to take in the fresh outside, with gentle breathing to ease the both of them before they parted ways, but not before they exchanged numbers to keep in touch.

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