#anaheim meeting

[thezazzler]

I will giggle myself into non-existence

[toddistyping]

had a dream about Trevor Zegras last night and idk how to feel about that

[redbeardace]

I had a nightmare that I was accidentally at a Mike Pence rally and someone started flirting with me and then everyone started pray-singing at me and he was wearing a pastel paint-splotched hoodie with the bi, trans, and rainbow flags on it that his wife gave to him.

[back-on-my-bucky-bs]

Dream looks with the Sooners how I looked when I met Scotty Sire and Todd Smith for the first time. awkward af and fangirling on the inside

[puck-luck]

code-breaker | jack hughes

warnings: pining!, unprotected p in v, lots of miscommunication but it is resolved duh, lmao uhhhhh jack fucking his best friend's sister maybe? kind of a big plot point fasho, a lame excuse for a squirt, cum on da body (chest), eating come, lots of banter, tiny TINY bit of angst and insecurity on fem!reader's part pairing: jack hughes x zegras!reader request: cappy's "sister of the best friend, lake house, etc. sister makes the first move and the guy tries to turn her down out of loyalty to the other boy and she gets a little hurt and insecure thinking he's rejecting her and she's like "am i really that bad?" with her voice craking and he's like fuck then... smut!" wc: 4327

Jack is here. 

Jack, who you’ve been in love with since your twin brother started hanging out with him when they were in NTDP together. Jack, the New Jersey Devils’ prized star, the number one pick. Jack, the most annoying and most attractive brother of the esteemed Hughes family from Michigan. Yes, that Jack is here– ‘here’ being your apartment that you share with your brother in Anaheim now that Jamie has moved out and away.

Jack is here. You are here. Trevor is not.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you tell him awkwardly, still holding the door open and blocking the doorway. You’re all too aware of your lazy, solo-movie-night outfit as you stand in front of him. You’re clad only in a big shirt, one that normally reaches the middle of your thighs but has ridden up since your hands are raised and resting against the doorframe, and your favorite pair of panties. You did laundry earlier and showered, your big exciting thing of the day being that you could but on your favorite underwear and be lazy as soon as you finished the chore of folding your clothes. “Trevor’s in New York right now.”

“I know,” Jack says, a hand on his suitcase. The other is clenched by his side. “I have a meeting in LA tomorrow so he said I could stay here while he was gone.”

“Oh,” you reply, feeling silly. It would’ve been nice if your brother had told you that Jack was coming and staying here while he was gone, considering you’d made plans to be alone all night tonight. Trevor always does shit like this– he makes plans and then forgets to tell you until someone shows up or he has to leave to meet them. It’s frustrating. “Come on in, then.”

You move to the side, gesturing for Jack to enter the apartment, and he does. His suitcase rolls in behind him, just a little carry on, and he leaves it beside the door where he kicks off his shoes. 

Your hands make their way to the hem of your t-shirt, tugging at it. “I’ll, uh, go change into something more–”

“No, don’t worry about it,” Jack interrupts, waving you off. He clears his throat. “You don’t have to change on my account. I’m interrupting your night of–” 

He looks to the couch and the coffee table, littered with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine that you had been drinking out of, straight from the spout. Your movie is paused on the screen, a silly Disney Channel movie that had come out when you and Trevor were children and still hadn’t lost its touch yet. You’re hoping that Jack doesn’t recognize the screencap, but Mel’s Lemonade machine fills the screen and if he’s seen Lemonade Mouth at all, he’ll know what movie you’re watching.

“Disney Channel and wine,” Jack finishes, pinching his lips to hide the amusement in his voice.

You frown, even though you want to burst into laughter with him. It is silly, what you’re doing, but you were supposed to be alone and who are you to be ashamed of your guilty pleasures?

“Don’t make fun,” you admonish, crossing your arms with a pout. “I thought I had the apartment to myself.”

“I’m not making fun!” Jack denies, holding his hands up in surrender. “I think it’s nice that you’re having a me-party.”

He’s referencing the other time he’s interrupted when you’re having a movie night on your own, when you watched The Muppets (2011) at the lake house because the boys were out on the boat and you had gotten a nasty sunburn the day before, so you’d stayed in. Jack had come back early because he was hungry, making the boys drop him off at the dock before going back out, and caught you red-handed with his favorite kind of pretzels and a half-full bottle of margarita next to the blender. 

You blush, glaring at him slightly. “Shut up, Jack.”

“No, this is perfect,” Jack continues, glowing a little as his shit-eating smile builds. He walks over to the couch and plops down, grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a swig before wiping his mouth. “I’m already dressed for a lazy night in, I shouldn’t waste it.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a dick,” you complain. “You know you don’t want to watch this movie with me.”

“Why not?” He challenges, another tilt of the bottle pouring the fruity liquid down his throat. He spreads his legs when he sits as all the boys do, taking up as much space as he can. 

“Because you won’t like it,” you say. “And because I wasn’t planning on having you here.”

“Were you planning on having someone else here?” Jack teases. “Popcorn, red wine, a movie, no pants… I think I see the writing on the wall.”

“No, God, shut up, Jack!” You repeat with a huff, returning to the couch and curling up against the opposite arm, far away from the boy. “Just be quiet while I watch my movie. If you’re good, I’ll let you have some popcorn.”

Jack wiggles his eyebrows at you, sticking out his tongue. You pull at the bottom of your shirt again, making sure that your panties aren’t visible when he looks over. This is already humiliating enough– you don’t need your long-time crush seeing your underwear, too.

You hit play and turn the volume up loud enough to drown out any comments Jack might make. You’re lucky the movie is short, because he’s an antsy boy who loves to talk, just like your brother, and you can tell that he’s anxious to start another conversation.

As the credits roll, you mute the television and turn to him. “What?” You demand, sitting in criss-cross-applesauce and shoving your hands into your lap to stretch your shirt over the space between your legs. 

“You really didn’t have plans tonight?” Jack asks. “It’s a Saturday night and you live in LA. You’re in your twenties. You didn’t want to have anyone over?”

You flush, but it’s less out of embarrassment and more out of anger. “Judgemental much, Hughes? Not all of us have people throwing themselves at our feet any given day of the week.” You grind your teeth, clenching your jaw and taking a deep breath. You stare at him, refusing to break eye contact. Jack shouldn’t be allowed to form opinions on your life. You know exactly what he’s insinuating– why aren’t you out there getting laid, Y/N? and it’s frustrating because it’s the same question you ask yourself whenever your friends text about their recent hookups or whenever Trevor brings a girl back to the apartment. 

More than anything, you don’t want Jack judging you. You know that your Saturday night plans are lame, but that’s why you wanted to be alone. 

Jack falls quieter, your reaction diluting his crooked, toothy smirk that he reserves for the people he knows well. “I’m surprised you don’t have– people. Throwing themselves at you.”

He’s awkward when he says it, too awkward not to make you suspicious.

He’s avoiding eye contact, picking at his nailbeds. 

“Would you?” You ask, directly to the point. You’re making a point, too– you’ve known Jack for years and he has never, not once, implied that he thinks you’re desirable. 

Jack says nothing, running his fingers through his hair and looking down. 

You nod to yourself and stand from the couch, still tugging at your shirt. You’re pulling it even lower now, the neckline dipping and stretching as you cover your legs up as best you can. “That’s what I thought,” you say quietly, a cold feeling washing through your chest and pressing down on the skin that your heart beats beneath. 

“I would,” Jack calls, just as you walk away. You’re positioned right in front of the door that leads to your bedroom when he says it, head hanging towards the ground so that he doesn’t see the frown on your face. 

His silence was a rejection and his afterthought is even worse. Nonetheless, you turn to face him. This time, it’s your silence that rings throughout the space.

“I would,” Jack repeats. “If, y’know. You weren’t–”

“Trevor’s sister,” You say, filling in the blanks and finishing his sentence. You nod, a tight, close-lipped, and pointed smile on your face. “You don’t have to explain, Jack. I realized a long time ago that my world would always revolve around Trevor.” Your hand is on the doorknob now, twisting it and cracking your door open. Your bed is right there and you can collapse into it in mere seconds, able to let your tears leak into your pillow silently as you remind yourself that you’re not as good as your twin brother once again, just as soon as you get these words out. “I know I can’t do or say the things I want to with the people I want to because they’re always thinking about Trevor.”

You could add, And why would you be any different? You know him best. Of course he’s the one you’re loyal to, but you decide against it. It’s too petty. It’s too mean. It’s too– real. 

You look at him one last time to bid him goodnight, already craving the following day when his meeting is over and he heads back to Michigan, far away from you and your un-desirability. The tight smile returns to your face, trying to smooth out your upset yet resigned features. It’s always the same thing. It’s not Jack’s fault, really, it’s not. You’ve imagined this conversation in your head many times and each time you think rationally, you know that this is how it has to be.

He’s Jack Hughes, for God’s sake. You’re just Trevor Zegras’ less successful, lesser known twin sister.

“Trevor would kill me,” Jack says on a whim. “Really. He would. He would stand me up and punch me, right here.”

You’ve got one foot in your bedroom and one foot out. Despite the ice piercing through your chest, you can’t find it in yourself to be rude and close the door on him. You turn to face Jack again.

He’s sitting forward on the couch, hands clasped in front of him like a prayer. He moves them when he talks, lowering them and spreading them and gesturing with them. He’s always done that, ever since you’ve known him– it’s another way that he calls attention to himself and takes up space. It’s part of the reason why he’s so charming– he knows how to use his hands, how to touch someone to politely get them to move or to pull them closer or to playfully shoo them away. 

“If I had a sister, I’d do the same thing to him,” Jack continues. “It’s just– we can’t go for each others’ family. It’s against the code.”

You nod, slowly, exaggeratedly just to show him how nonsensical that sounds. “You realize it’s not up to Trevor to decide who you go out with,” you say. “That’s kind of your choice, Jack.”

“It’s not that simple.”

You shrug, then look away. Outside the living room window is a dark night, leaves blowing with the wind. 

“It could be,” you say after a moment. You’re not surprised to hear how resigned you sound. You learned to live with this a long time ago, so you know that pointing out how easily things could change is futile. You say it anyway. “If you wanted it to be. But, I get it. I’m your best friend’s sister. Maybe if I wasn’t, you’d consider–”

“I have considered,” Jack interrupts. “I’ve– well, you’ve seen it. All the guys have.”

You’re lost. It’s like he’s speaking in code. “I’ve seen what?” You ask, monotonous and silently yearning for your bed. Your patience is growing thin.

“You can’t be serious,” Jack responds with a laugh. He buries his face in his hands, muffling the noise. “Are you?”

“I’ve seen what,” you repeat, straight-faced and not entertaining this sudden bout of humor from the brunet boy.

“How I look at you when you’re in those tiny little swimsuits on the boat, or how I laugh when you make one of your stupid jokes that aren’t funny to anyone but you and Trevor,” Jack says. “You really never noticed?”

Now he’s just dangling your hopeless crush in front of you. You assumed he had noticed sometime over the years, but this is overkill. He’s never felt the same– that much is clear. It’s cruel that he thinks he can lead you to believe otherwise as a means to further tease you for being alone tonight.

You shake your head. “I never noticed because you never did any of those things, Jack. You’re just saying that to say it.”

He’s up in a flash, coming towards you and placing a hand flat on your bedroom door to prevent you from closing it and ending the conversation. “I can’t believe you don’t believe me,” Jack says.

“I don’t think it’s funny that you’re making fun of the little crush I’ve had on you since we were kids. You don’t feel the same way and I’m not an idiot.” You move to close the door again, but Jack pushes it open again. 

“You– I’m not making fun,” Jack stammers out, looking surprised. He leans forward, narrowing his eyes. “You have a crush on me?”

Your jaw drops and your face flames with humiliation. You thought he knew that you liked him and that he was making fun on purpose– and now you’ve accidentally revealed your massive, well-kept secret to his face. This was never supposed to happen. “You didn’t know?” You hiss, covering the lower half of your face with your hands. 

“You have a crush on me,” Jack repeats, a smile spreading across his face. He steps closer, prompting you to back away.

“No. No,” you moan out, feeling positively ashamed and destroyed. Tonight is not turning out as you hoped it would.

Jack’s still smiling, closing your bedroom door softly behind him as he follows you into your room. 

You knock into the edge of your bed and sit, sinking into the mattress. Your hands are still pressed over your mouth as Jack kneels in front of you, prying your hands away from your face and holding them gently. 

“You have a crush on me,” Jack says for a third time, his voice soft and subtly optimistic. The corner of his mouth curves up into the tiniest of smirks and you swear your face couldn’t get any more red.

All you can give him is a frown and a devastated wobble of your bottom lip. 

“Well, this changes everything,” Jack says, regaining his ability to joke, it seems. His next question is rhetorical and makes you swallow hard. “Who gives a fuck about Trevor when you feel the same way I do?” 

“You’re– you’re serious,” you say, still a thread of disbelief sewn into your words. “You weren’t kidding. You actually– thought about it.”

“Thought about it?” Jack asks. “Fuck, Y/N, I almost told you right before you left last summer, but then you said you were talking to that guy.”

You roll your eyes– that guy had only been in your life for about a month and you had only mentioned him because Jack had mentioned a girl he wanted to see. You tell him such– “I only brought him up because everyone was talking about their romantic interests and who they were interested in, I didn’t want to seem like a loser. You had some girl, too, Jack.”

“Some girl– that was you,” Jack reveals incredulously. “I thought I was being so obvious.”

“You weren’t obvious at all!” You deny, mouth open in a scoff. 

“I thought that you mentioning that guy was your way of letting me down easy!”

“Yes, Jack, because I was going to reveal my feelings for you in a room full of both of our brothers. Good idea. You fucking idiot!”

Jack laughs aloud, throwing his head back. His face scrunches up and he smooths his face with his big palm at the end of his amusement. He fixes you with a look of glee and astonishment– something only hindsight can bring to his expression. “We’re so fucking stupid.”

You shake your head, laughing with him for a moment before he swipes a thumb over your cheek, which stills you. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, smile still gracing his face. “I can’t believe–”

“Me neither,” you say.

“Can I–”

“Absolutely.”

Jack’s rising up, kissing you and laying you back on the bed so that he can completely cover your body with his own. One of his hands cups your cheek, while the other grips your hip, atop your underwear but underneath the big t-shirt that is now riding up your body as you move. Your hand is on his bicep and his chest, clutching his sweatshirt. The strings dangle down into your space, brushing against your clothes and tickling you.

His hands memorize you like a topographic map, clutching at your dips and curves and anything else he can get his hands on. 

“Wanna take this off,” You mumble against Jack’s mouth, tugging at the collar of his sweatshirt.

Jack pulls back immediately, reaching behind his neck to grab the collar of his top and bring it above his head. He balls it up and drops it somewhere on the floor. 

“That, too,” you tell him, about his t-shirt, before he can bend back down and kiss you senseless again.

Jack chuckles and pulls it off, too, leaving him half-naked just like you. His chest is tanned and swollen from his recent workouts in Michigan since his shoulder surgery, something that Trevor had told you about but about which you’d never checked in. You’re gentler on that side of his body, especially as he comes back down into your space and you get to touch him. You run your hands over his muscles. You feel out the ridges of his body, trying to match his own confident movements as he feels you up.

One of your hands makes its way to his v-line, something you’d seen over plenty of boat trips. You’d always wanted the opportunity to touch it, to trace it, to watch it bend and flex as he rolled his hips. You’re being afforded that opportunity now and it is sweet.

“I thought you might like that,” Jack murmurs. “Caught you staring once. Was the same day you wore my favorite red swimsuit out.”

“I still have it,” you tell him, gasping a little when his hand slides up to your chest. He tweaks your nipple, then his hand retreats. 

“Mm, a treat for tomorrow,” Jack says. “I’m gonna have you walking around in that thing all day just so I can look at you. For now…”

He trails off, pushing the bottom of your shirt up and leaving your lips to attach his to the freshly revealed skin of your torso. He kisses up your body with each inch he reveals, between your breasts and up your neck. He pulls your shirt off, letting it join his own on the floor, and gets his first proper look at your tits.

“Been waiting to see these,” he continues, eyes fixed on your chest like he’s being hypnotized. He places his hands on you and squeezes, feeling your supple flesh between his fingers. You moan out at the sensation, the noise spurring him on. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding and tugging at his joggers, hoping he’ll get the hint and remove them.

“‘ve wanted to come on these tits since I first saw it in a porno,” Jack reveals, still mesmerized by your chest. “Thought about it a hundred times.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Come on my tits all you want, but you have to fuck me first.”

“Guess your Saturday night wasn’t so boring after all,” Jack says before he stands from the bed and tugs his pants off. He joins you again, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing over your face. He grinds against you, his clothed cock sliding against your damp panties in a way that has you both keening into each others’ mouths. 

“Guess not,” is your reply, cut short by another moan when Jack’s hand claims your chest again.

You move without speaking after that, fueled only by the desire coursing through your veins after years of pining and aching for the other. 

Jack feels you out and eventually discards his own underwear before removing yours, returning to the missionary position that you had assumed as soon as you had first kissed. It’s sweeter this way– and you both need to see the other’s face, to feel their breath mix with your own. Your chests are flush together, your nipples scraping against the defined and broad swoops of his skin. You grind against each other for a few minutes more, his dick sliding between the wet lips of your pussy with nothing blocking it. He groans into your ear as your juices coat his length, eyes closed in a grimace that is completely charged by his pleasure.

“Condom?” is the last thing he asks, with you shaking your head and replying, “Pill.”

He lines himself up, mouth agape with a choked breath as he thrusts into your tight, wet heat. Your head finds the mattress beneath you, your back arching up as he fills you. You can feel his veins sliding against your walls, the blunt and weeping tip of his cock poking at your deepest parts.

He moves like a man possessed and fighting the beast– like he wants to let loose but at the same time, restraining himself. When you tug on his hair, the subtle waves that he’s been growing out over the summer and hiding beneath his hat in every picture you’ve seen, and whine out his name, Jack’s control vanishes.

He starts to piston his hips into your cunt, burying his face into your neck and letting out ecstasy-fueled whimpers each time you clench down. He curses in your ear, voice a little higher than it normally is, and the intimacy and vulnerability of the moment has your heart clenching. 

“J– J–” You chant, mewling as his cockhead drives against the back wall of your pussy in hard thrusts that make your head spin. 

“So good,” he grits out, kissing over your neck and catching your earlobe between his lips for a moment before dropping it. One of his hands is splayed over your hip, the other securely planted next to your head. “So tight.”

“Coming,” you warn, your fingers finding his bicep and clenching, fingernails digging into his skin so much that you won’t be surprised if you break skin. Your voice is high, too, octaves higher because of the pleasure you’re experiencing.

“Fuck, yeah, baby, come on my cock,” Jack pants out, the hand from your hip coming to rub circles over your clit. 

It sends a shock up your spine and has your hips bucking up to meet his, your entire lower half shaking as your climax approaches. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your vision goes spotty when you do come, just seconds after his groaned encouragement. Your entire body tenses, freezing with Jack still inside of you, making it damn near impossible for him to continue pumping his hips. 

He slides from your opening as you’re coming, bringing some of the slick with him in a feeble excuse for a squirt. His dick bobs, hard and an angry red that might be the most beautiful color you’ve ever seen in your hazy, post-orgasmic state.

Jack comes up to straddle your stomach, stripping his cock quickly with a tight fist, chest heaving. You know he wants to come on your chest, having already given him permission, but your mouth opens and your tongue lolls out in an invitation that Jack can’t deny. He shuffles up further on his knees, his whimper sounding pained as his milky cum spurts from the tip of his cock and lands along the flat of your tongue and your lips.

His spurts grow weaker, although he’s still stroking his dick in a fervorous pace, whining a little more at the oversensitivity. His cum makes his way to your chest, just dripping down the length of his shaft and pooling over your tits. 

You reach up with one hand and trace your fingers through the seed, causing Jack to sway a little on top of you at the sight. His cheeks are flushed and pink, eyes blue and clear like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your fingertips brush your nipple, spreading the cum over it before you bring your hand up to your mouth and suck the remaining liquid off of your skin, swallowing it with a hum.

Jack is off of you in a flash, pulling you on top of his lap and joining your lips. The last of his cum, painted across your tongue in a thin layer, mixes with your spit as he kisses you. He’s desperate, filling your mouth with his tongue until you can barely breathe, tasting himself on you until it’s indistinguishable– where you end and he begins.

It takes a long time for Jack to finally pull away, for you both to come down from your highs and take a breath.

In typical Jack fashion, he can’t stop himself from joking around.

“Trevor’s really going to kill me now,” he says. “There’s a chance he’ll never let us be in the same room again.”

You laugh, knowing already that neither of you will be willing to let this– whatever this is– go just because your brother has something to say about it. “In that case, we’ll just have to sneak away.”

notes: I WANTED TO NAME THIS "BFB" AFTER THE VICTORIOUS SONG SOOOOOO BAD!!!!! but alas. it's best friend's sister. maybe some other time. blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. well now wait that's a good idea...

[sc0tters]

Make It Up | Quinn Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when you get left at the lake house with trevor and quinn, what happens when their bet has a way of helping you.

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!jack hughes best friend x trevor zegras

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, threesome, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and m receiving!), mild choking, degradation, spanking, swearing, weed, and drinking.

word count: 6.74k

authors note: strap in people for our @sweetestdesire smut where our inner whore was truly released. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! and did this take me a week? yes…

“Don’t be so stupid!”

You heard Trevor groan as someone - who you could only assume to be Quinn - hit the boy on the head “I’m just saying that maybe we should let her decide who gets her?” Trevor’s shrugged still letting his hand nurse the sore spot on his head.

The boys were sat on the couch unaware of the fact that you had woken up and crawled out of the comfort that was your bedroom “you make her sound like she’s some toy bro.” Quinn scowled, knowing you were worth more than that.

But the younger boy laughed, taking the captains apprehension for something else “look if you think I could fuck Y/N better then, I’ll understand if you want to concede.” His words made your eyes go wide finally realizing that it was you that they were talking about, not one of the girls who stayed in the area for the summer.

The idea within itself was complicated, you were Jack’s best friend. Had been since you both ended up reaching for the last coke can in the cooler during a party.

It was that awkward moment as your hands touched “you can have it.” Jack offered letting his hand drop.

You were a gorgeous girl that had Jack wondering why he hadn’t seen you before “we could split it.” You shook your head as you smiled.

That offer was far more suitable for the two of you as he nodded ‘I would but I sorta got this rule that I need to know your name before I share a drink with you.” He made this exaggerated sigh that made you laugh.

The hockey player watched you playfully roll your eyes “it’s Y/N.” You mumbled holding your hand out to meet his “Jack.”

But somehow they didn’t really care for the innocence of that memory that was the foundation of which your friendship with Jack was built on.

“Oh you are so fucking on.”

With their handshake it now felt time for your presence to be known “you boys coming with for a run?” You forced a smile onto your lips acting like your mind wasn’t going a million miles a minute thinking about what they wanted to have be in store for you.

Their faces were red as their eyes went wide with fear wondering how much of that you had heard “geez, you’d think a bunch of athletes would be a little more cooperative.” You raised your hands in surrender assuming they wanted to discuss more of their conversation.

So they watched you walk off, sliding your shoes on before you sent them a salute. The boys grew jealous of your shorts and sports bra watching the material hug your breasts and the curve of your ass before you left them alone.

The desire that filled their bones was almost enough to have them run after you. But with the reminder of the fact that, the house was set to remain with just the three of you for another five days, they knew they could wait. After all, they couldn’t allow themselves to be seen as too desperate right?

Your initial plan for the summer was to have one last bit of fun before you headed off to work. After college you were left with two different offers which ironically enough, were in Vancouver and Anaheim. So now you were left with a measly week to reveal to them exactly which one you were going to take.

Now part of you was willing to just pick yourself, but being so indecisive by nature. When the idea came up of someone else picking for you, you practically chomped at the bit. Still refusing to let the figments of fantasy that your mind created around the boys plan, that they still didn’t bring up to your face.

But truthful it was all they could think about when they watched you fall asleep on the boat as the three of you grew used to each other. Settling into a routine what seemed to almost always have you in your bikini “I’m bored.” You whined skipping the song on Trevor’s playlist as you didn’t think you could handle the sounds of Drake once more.

You had been sat on the arm of the couch as you watched the boys play pool, after giving up when you lost for a fifth time in a row. As you sat up straight it made the boys smile turning their attentions to you “so what do you propose we do?” Trevor had a blunt between his fingers as he offered you a hit.

His eyes practically jumped into what felt like your soul as you nodded. Opening your lips slightly as you allowed him to rest it on your lower lip. Both boys watched in awe as your eyes never left Trevor’s “now breathe out f’me pretty girl.” His voice was soft as it made you feel at ease letting some of the herbal taste still on your tongue before you followed the instructions.

Trevor brought the blunt up to his own lips as even Quinn walked over to the two of you “what do you wanna do now doll?” The pet names had you feeling fuzzy when his hand was placed on your thigh.

It made you squirm as the alcohol in your system had you feeling everything in a tenfold strength “I want you both.” You confessed bringing the white claw that you were drinking to your lips to taste the mango flavored drink.

The boys swore they were dreaming, like their prayers had been answered and heavens gates opened. Yet when they remembered that they hadn’t brought it up to you panic did start to set in for the two of them.

Part of you realized your minor error and smiled as your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink “maybe it could help me decide where I go.” You shrugged running your fingers through your hair “and besides, it’s not like the two of you didn’t already want to fuck me.”

Trevor smirked running his fingers along his jaw as he looked down at you “y’know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back.” He pointed out shaking his head, as if he was pretending to be disappointed that you had listened in on their conversation.

But instead a soft laugh left your lips as you took his dying blunt from him letting it rest between your fingers “thought it was worse to talk about someone though?” You quipped back bringing your feet up to the couches on either side of you, revealing the wet patch in your red bikini bottoms as you smirked “so if anything, I think we should be starting with an apology.” Your words were directed to them both as they couldn’t but almost cum on the spot as they watched your hand run down your bare thigh, with your baseball jersey - that you had most definitely stolen from Luke - falling to your sides.

The air in the room grew warm as the boys wondered who should really make the first move “princess if you want us to act sorry then you gotta do something for me first.” Quinn spoke up, almost in awe of how your eyes looked up at him when you nodded.

Quinn placed his fingers under your chin forcing your head up “go sit on the table f’me please.” Even as he had a tone strong enough to make your entire body squirm, he was still the well mannered boy that his mom raised him to be.

So of course you listened, short bursts of movement left the felt material against your ass “who do you want more of an apology from?” Trevor went to step in front of you as it was he who came up with the original idea of the agreement. Meaning that he was sure to be the most logical to be blamed.

But instead your eyes never left Quinn “someone who thought his morals were too good to fuck me.” The captain let his head drop as he realized that you had also heard the part where he tried to say no.

Somehow Trevor wasn’t disappointed to be shut down, instead he found himself comfortably on the pool table behind you “rest your pretty little head f’me doll.” Trevor mumbled spreading his legs to allow you to rest against him.

His fingers brushed over your collarbone as he smiled “Quinny you gonna fuck her or keep us both waiting?” The younger player couldn’t help but grumble still jealous that it wasn’t him between your legs.

Quinn tapped the pads of his fingertips over the insides of your thighs “been thinking about getting you like this since I met ya.” His confession made you blush as you remembered the day you picked up Jack’s FaceTime call from the older boy.

So you sent him a smile as he tapped your thigh motioning to you to push off of your hips making his cock throb against his boxers at the way you were so responsive to him. It took him a moment to hook his fingers into the bottoms of your swimsuit as he sucked in his breath, watching in awe at how your panties slid off of your legs “you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” Quinn murmured to himself as he pressed his hands on the table to stop you from shutting your legs.

He kissed up your skin, making sure to not miss a spot in his efforts to spread his love equally between your two legs “please.” Your voice drew a shaky whimper “since you asked so nicely.” The captain smirked, dropping his face down to meet your cunt.

His tongue was rough against your slit “shit!” You gasped pushing back against Trevor as your eyes fluttered feeling the new sensation

It made him smile as he watched your head look up to him “hi pretty girl.” Trevor mumbled as he cupped your cheek keeping you close as his lips hovered over yours.

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips wanting to keep your attention but as Quinn slotted his tongue into your cunt, it made you moan unintentionally giving Trevor the chance to slot his tongue between your lips. Quinn enjoyed how you tasted on his tongue letting his nose bump your clit occasionally to draw your eyes back to him “fuck Quinn!” You whimpered feeling the scruff of his beard against the inside of your thighs.

The captain practically treated you like you were his last meal, constantly sucking and licking as he replaced his tongue with his fingers letting the calloused skin stretch your cunt out. Quinn took the opportunity to watch you in awe “is this a good enough apology f’you?” He mumbled finally letting his tongue focus on your sensitive clit.

Your mind went foggy as you arched your back letting your ass press against Trevor’s boner that tried to push through his shorts “think Quinny boy asked you a question doll.” You could feel the younger boy’s warm breath against your neck as he ran his fingers up the sides of your chest.

His hands were rough as they found their place on the bikini top that did little to cover your breasts “since you won’t need this tonight.” Cockiness soaked his voice as the door air hit your hardening nipples, feeling the fabric that once covered them get pushed to the side.

Incoherent whimpers of apology felt from your lips as Trevor caught your breasts in between his fingers “s-so good.” You nodded feeling your fingers tug through Quinn’s locks that you had somehow convinced him not to cut coming into summer.

The new pain in his scalp made him grunt as the sensation traveled down to his cock, only making his tongue as his fingers move faster as he curved his fingers that thrusted into your cunt “I’m gonna.” You warned feeling your body grow tight as your toes curled when your eyes locked in on him.

Trevor’s antic’s only seemed to increase at that point rolling your sensitive peaks against his skin, bringing his lips down to suck at your ear lobe as he let his grunts echo on your ears.

You bit your lip as you squirmed, Quinn still attacking your clit in awe of the way you became a mess in his hands. As he tapped the pool table with two fingers from his free hand it seemed that he and Trevor had a secret language “he want’s you to make a mess on the table sweet girl.” Trevor’s mumble was all that you needed to finally reach your orgasm.

The walls around you absorbed the sounds of your cries and the way that you used each of your hands to each one boy close to you. Your body came crashing down from the high as if you had been brought to shore by a wave that knocked the wind out of your chest “lay off her for a second.” Trevor almost felt like he was getting protective over you as you struggled to regain your breathing with Quinn still lapping away at your cunt.

Quinn’s chin glistened from your juices and you couldn’t help but whimper using the remaining bits of your energy to lean forward to kiss him. Getting to taste your salty release on his tongue as it mixed with the array of drinks that he had been having through the day “fuck baby.” Quinn let out a grunt as he had to pull away from you just as you got into the kiss when his phone went off.

The contact that illuminated his screen was Josh and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at it “I need to take this.” Quinn sighed wanting to kill his friend as he saw the previous two miss calls from earlier in the day.

You nodded - not like you had much choice anyways - as he left the room, leaving you to breathe against Trevor “hi pretty girl.” Trevor laughed as he caught your grin.

He helped you sit up straight “you still with us?” His voice was soft seeing your eyes begin to grow heavy.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, body coming down from what could have been drowning. Once not being able to even breathe but now sat trying to process all that had happened “of course I am.” You grumbled looking down to see your breasts still out of your bikini top.

His hands reached for the two parts of triangle fabric before he pulled them together covering your breasts when you yawned “okay we are getting you to bed.” You wanted to argue with him but Trevor instead pressed a kiss to your lips.

It was enough to silence you honestly in surprise of such a soft gesture “I promise I’ll make sure to fuck you tomorrow.” He offered making your cheeks go red as he helped you off of the table.

You sent him a sweet smile ignoring the way that your thighs pressed together as the alcohol in your head made your eyes go heavy “don’t fall asleep before I figure out how to take your makeup off.”

The memories of that night stayed in your mind even as you lay on the seat at the back of the boat letting the sun coat you skin in a gorgeous glow. Even as you pretended to be asleep, no slumber would be powerful enough to nullify the power the boy’s gaze had. It wasn’t the sun that cooked your body, it was instead the attention that they sent you.

Last night was painful for them both as they had to sort themselves out, yet the sight of you in that new bikini reminded them of the important message: this is a marathon, not a sprint. Yet still Trevor couldn’t help but jump off of his seat as the moment that Quinn killed the engine. The area they picked was quiet, in the years they went not a single person beyond the group in the boat had been seen.

That was partly the reason why they picked it today. The soft marks on your neck reminded them of the night before, and they both needed more “you know I can feel you watching right?” You blurted out feeling the sun that once shone on you, now partially blocked by a body that stood over you.

Trevor smirked as he clicked his tongue “should have given us a show then.” He winked watching you sit up straight to look at him “do my best ones with a bit more music than this.” Your words were intended to be playful but instead Trevor pulled his phone out of his pocket as he scrolled to a playlist.

You expected to hear the soft sounds of whatever rap music that was on his Spotify playlist, but instead it was your own picks in the yearly lake house mixtape you crafted. Quinn had joined the two of you in the back of the boat “don’t be a brat.” His hand tugged through his hair making you remember how it felt between your fingers just hours before.

The boys knew you were good but letting them watch you in nothing more than what seemed to be your tiniest bikini as you let your ass hang in there air “fuck pretty girl.” Trevor couldn’t help palm his cock through his pants locking eyes with you.

You licked your lips attempting to crawl to him in the most sultry manner possible “should I finally make you feel good?” You asked as you placed your hands on his knees, using the little upper body strength that you have to push yourself onto him.

The sight made the boys mouths water as you straddled the Ducks player’s thighs “think I should fuck you yet?” The question oozed from your lips as he whimper, feeling your hand close over his “please.” Trevor nodded wanting every inch of you in that moment.

Your lips were soft against his ear “you wanna join my show and put one on for Quinn?” You sucker at his lobe grinding your cunt against him as you pulled his hand out from his pants bringing it to your breast instead “oh shit.” The boy whined as he swore he felt your folds spread for his cock.

Quinn had no shame letting his shorts go halfway down his thighs. His cock was in his hands as he pumped himself “need to hear your words.” You cooed pushing into your knees as you let the flimsy material of your bikini top catch his eyes.

Your breasts looked perfect - they always do - but now that sight has his shorts ready to rip at the seam “use me doll.” Trevor forced the words out from his lips with a deep breath, trying to keep some once of strength.

His eyes locked with yours as you froze, checking that he was being serious “want your cunt all over my cock.” He begged making you catch your lower lip between your teeth.

You got up making his expression grow hurt “gotta take these off unless you plan on fucking me through them.” You pointed out and you swore that there was something in the air that made them both contemplate it for a second.

But as they watched your bikini bottoms drop to the ground they realized what it was all truth “fuck Y/n please.” Trevor tugged his shorts down finally letting his cock hit his pelvic bone “you are so responsive.” You grinned letting your ass meet his cock.

He hissed at the feeling of you dragging his cock over your slit before you sunk down on it. You had opted to sit facing away from him so that you could have a similar effect on Quinn too “shit baby.” Trevor watched your legs spread on either side on the boat bench before you began to push off of his cock.

The movements were ones that the two of you quickly fell into letting him help you out as your walls hugged his cock letting him guide the pace “this pussy is heaven.” Trevor announced making Quinn grow jealous.

He had seen you first, so you were meant to be his. But somehow you were sat making Trevor feel good “wanna suck your cock.” You blurted out snapping your head to Quinn who nodded.

The boy tucked himself back into his shorts as he got up, paying little attention to the sounds of your skin slapping against Trevor’s lap. Your legs tucked to the sides, trying to make it easier for you to bounce as his cock grazed your sweet spot.

Trevor was feeling awfully possessive as his fingers dug into your sides taking charge of the thrusts pace “can’t have you move.” He gritted as you leaned forward to kiss Quinn, forcing Trevor to elongate his thrusts in order to feel your cunt in its entirety.

Quinn’s lips were rough against yours as you let your hand trail down to his waistband, tugging them down to his sides “you poor guy.” You clicked your tongue as you went to wrap your hand around his cock.

But Trevor lay a hard slap to your ass that made you jump “behave before we make sure to fuck you like the real whore that you are.” He warned tugging at the bow of your bikini letting the material fall from your breasts again “sorry Quinny.” You apologized batting your eyelashes at him as he smiled.

The older boy ran his fingers through your hair “think you know how to make it up to me.” He nodded as you dropped your head “cause you don’t get to cum until you’ve finished him off in your mouth.” Trevor’s words were meant to make you freeze with fear, but instead you took it as a challenge.

Your tongue ran over the underside of his cock as your eyes locked with Quinn’s “fuck it’s like she wants to be treated like a slut.” The Hughes boy grunted as he tugged his fingers through your hair.

Quinn was big in your mouth, his cock was hitting the back of your throat as he refused to let you even think about teasing him. Your eyes fluttered as they got into a rhythm. For every time that Trevor thrusted deeper into your cunt, Quinn would pull back.

Only for them to then switch roles “wonder what Jack would think seeing his best friend between us?” Trevor asked as he let his hand travel down your clit.

A moan let your lips when your cunt clenched around his cock, at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive nub “think she likes the idea of being caught like that huh?” Quinn egged you on.

He let his head fall back when you tilted your head forward to take more of his cock in your mouth “this mouth was made to be fucked Jesus.” The captain let out a grunt as he felt your nails claw at this thighs attempting to help gain back some control.

Even with that you still gagged on his cock treating it like a drug that you needed so much more of, for each time Trevor’s cock hit your cunt deeper. For every time you swore you felt the ducks player in your brain, he seemed to push you that much further.

You were a moaning mess as your legs began to shake swearing that you felt a bruise form on your pelvis “aghhh.” Your saliva dripped down your chin as your cunt clamped around Trevor.

At that point Quinn was doing all of the work fucking your throat “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

Trevor was doing everything that he could to not coat the walls of your cunt as you clenched around him “play with her tits.” He knew you weren’t going to last long as your cunt gushed around him “she fucking loves it.” He added with a smirk as you whimpered, forcing your thighs closer together as the thought of them taking about you like you weren’t there made you squirm.

His hands were rough against your breasts and that combined with the feeling against your clit and how Trevors cock was practically in your stomach at this point, was too much for you. Tears flooded your waterline as your body thrashed against them.

Quinn felt his orgasm quickly approach as your throat tightened around his cock finally sending him over the edge “shit doll.” Quinn’s thrusts grew inconsistent as he pressed his fingers into the back of your scalp as he “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

So it seemed that one tug of your nipples was enough to finally let Quinn shoot his release into your mouth, sure to not waste a drop of it. Your nose was pressed against his skin as he caught his breath thrusting once or twice more. Certain that his cock was milked dry before he pulled out “holy shit.” As the captain fought to regain his breath again it sent Trevor into overdrive.

His pace grew animal hearing the grunt that left Quinn’s lips as he watched you swallow his release as if it was nothing “shit Z.” You whimper letting your own fingers tug at your breasts when you were spun around to face Trevor.

The boy was desperate to watch you cum “a deal is a deal pretty thing so go make a mess on my cock.” Was all you needed to hear to fall against him “fuck Trevor!” Your teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle your moans when your walls clenched around his cock.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his release mark up your walls when he planted your hips against his to try to stop you from squirming anymore “holy shit.” You gasped as your chest heaved trying to process the black specs that were still in your vision.

They laughed watching Trevor reach behind you to do up your bikini top when they heard the sound of a boat engine “it seems we might have some company.” And with that you were back on the boat bench with a towel wrapped around your hips as you waited for a chance to put your bottoms back on.

The boys thought that the timing of the other boat was horrible, but you were just glad that you had came before it decided to.

You walked back to the house from the dock in Trevor’s shirt as you laughed priding it now as your own. Quinn watched the younger boy almost chase you up the grass making you squeal like you were going to lose, even as the hockey player had the cooler in his hands “guys.” You were quick to freeze the moment you realized that the front door was left wide open.

Trevor took the chance to bump into you as he grinned “told you I would get my shirt back.” He smirked until his eyes followed yours bringing up similar questions “nice to see someone finally show up.” Josh teased as he locked eyes with you.

This wasn’t the first trip you had met him on and your cheeks grew a soft tint of red when he looked down realizing that he had walked into a rather interesting dynamic “the three of us were just on the boat.” You explained bringing your hair in front of your neck to cover where Trevor had his hands on your throat “hey guys.” You and Trevor did little to hide your glares at Quinn as the eldest Hughes boy walked up.

Quinn awkwardly smiled looking towards his friends for any kind of help “was gonna tell you two last night but then you went to bed early.” He shrugged making the mental note to apologize to you after on in the day.

That was all hours ago and now it seemed that the plans of the summer of sex were now nothing more than a fun memory. You couldn’t sleep properly in the now fuller house so as you saw the time was three a.m, you opted for a midnight snack. It was a common occurrence for you as you continued to curse the creaky floorboards that sat beneath your feet.

Quinn had heard it as he too struggled to sleep with the sounds of Josh’s snores now coming from next to him “you really did fuck me over buddy.” Quinn sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair wanting to be mad at the boys for how their arrival was indeed a giant cock block. Quinn had tried convincing them to come at least a day or two after their proposed date, but the requests clearly fell onto deaf ears.

In the kitchen you stood with a bowl of fruits that you were grateful you cut up the day before. The mix of mango and watermelon was tasty on your tongue as you cracked open a white claw, figuring that you might as well give yourself the time to relax properly “you got room f’one more?” Quinn asked as he walked down the stairs to see you comfortably situated against the counter.

Your eyes sharpened as he continued his walk towards you “depends.” You sighed putting another mango cube into your mouth “your friends gonna come down and decide that they want some too?” The spite in your voice made it clear to him that you were still so beyond annoyed that he had done that to the two of you.

It made the captain scoff “look I didn’t ask for them to come early.” He shot back as he rolled his eyes “so don’t fucking bitch about it like it is my fault.” He warned you clearly not impressed by the new attitude you had.

However his words only seemed to light a fire beneath you “well what are you gonna do if I don’t stop being a brat?” Your words were curious as you bit into a piece of mango accidentally letting the juice of it slide down your chin and onto your t-shirt “because you aren’t really the kind of guy who is gonna fuck me back into my place.” You took a step closer to him as you reminded him of the game of never have I ever from last summer. When Quinn decided to let Jack and Trevor know that they were disgusting for having had slept with girls whilst everyone was under the roof of the house.

But this time something snapped in Quinn. His lips were quickly on yours as you swore you had never seen so much anger in his eyes “you think this is a fucking funny joke don’t ya?” The hockey player spat as he pushed you onto the counter where you placed the bowl behind you “hell you’re probably soaked at the thought of me fucking you for them all to hear.” He added pushing the sleep shirt you wore up to reveal the white panties you had beneath it.

He let out a grunt seeing the wet patch on them “why did you have to act like such a fucking brat if all you wanted was to be fucked?” The boy asked letting his two fingers collect your wetness as they made their way between your folds.

Your lips pressed together as you stopped yourself from letting out a moan, but that only made him more annoyed as he pushed through into your cunt “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to speak already?” Quinn spat as he brought his hand to rest around your throat “n-no.” Tears formed in your eyes as you felt the skin of his palm graze over your clit.

Quinn felt his cock grow hard as he felt you clench around him “please.” You begged bringing your hips up to meet his fingers as you so badly needed more “use your words.” He instructed as he began to slow down his thrusts using it as a warning against you.

You shook your head as your fingers gripped at the edge of the counter “need your cock.” You blurted out making his fingers force themselves even deeper into the gummy walls of your cunt “think you deserve it?” He taunted bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

The boy wondered if he was being too rough with you all of a sudden “just wanna cum on your cock.” You whined not having a care in the world for the concerns that had flashed across his face.

Those words made him tug your panties down over your feet as he let them form into a ball “would hate for the boys to hear ya.” He pointed out placing them into your mouth as he pulled you off of the counter.

Before you knew it, you were facing the staircase with your stomach against the counter as Quinn lined up his cock with your entrance. He took the time to spread his precum across your slit as you let out a muffled moan “fuck Z was right about how good this cunt is.” Quinn let out a grunt as he felt your walls quick to hug him.

Trevor knew he shouldn’t have chugged the whole bottle of water before bed, but somehow he did it and was now wide awake after going to pee. But what stopped him from ending back in his room was the fact that your door was wide open and you were now nowhere in sight.

It made his lips form a frown until he saw the low light creep up the stairs that came from the kitchen. He thought that you must have just been tired wanting a snack and he smirked to himself as he went to offer you some company.

The creaks of the floorboards made you whimper as your eyes went wide “fuck princess maybe someone is gonna walk in on you being such a slut.” Your cheeks were stained from your tears as the boy continued to let his hips snap into yours.

The idea of it happening made your cunt clench around him as he lay a slap on your ass “but maybe it’s what you wanted all of this time huh?” Quinn taunted you as a muffled moan left your lips letting your spit soak your panties.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you grew nervous seeing the feet walk down the steps as you swore that Quinn’s pace had somehow gotten quicker as he made bruised your pelvis consistently pressing against your g-spot “would you look at that.” Trevor smirked as he caught sight of Quinn fucking you. You looked like a mess, Quinn’s hand in your hair and your mouth stuffed with your own panties “honestly I am offended that you guys didn’t wake me up for this.” He pointed out as he walked down the remainder of the steps.

Trevor felt his cock grow hard as he was finally able to see the proper sight of how Quinn fucked your cunt “let me hear ya now then.” His words were soft as he pulled your panties from your mouth.

With that came a string of loose moans that had your entire body shaking “doll is he fucking you good?” Trevor quizzed as he gripped your chin between his fingers.

You whimpered with a nod as your lips formed a pout feeling his free hand reach down to rub at your clit “woulda fucked you too but it seems I’m too late to the party.” The ducks player faked being hurt as the view of your blown pupils were enough to make him feel better.

Your cunt squelched as the sounds of skin slapping echoed off of the walls around you “shit.” Your head fell forward as you rested it on Trevors shoulder feeling your eyes screw shut as each boy played apart in your pleasure.

The boys locked eyes with each other as they knew they shared the common goal of making you cum “squeezing me so tight I might lose my dick in it.” Quinn warned as he tugged his fingers through your hair letting out a grunt as he felt his cock throb when you clenched.

Trevor felt your tears soak his skin as he forced your face up to look at him “what’s got you all sad pretty girl?” He taunted you pressing his thumb into your clit harder when you whimpered.

You felt your eyes flutter as pleasure built in your stomach as your hands gripped at Trevors shoulders “just wanna cum so bad.” You confessed feeling that if you hadn’t been between the two of them that you would have been on the floor in a mess.

It made the boys moan in delight as they began to think about how needy you were “oh I think you know how to ask is better than that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as Quinn wanted to reach over to kill him, worried that he couldn’t handle much more of fucking you.

Your throat felt raw as Trevor used his free hand to wrap around hit “please let me cum.” You pleaded “just wanna feel so good on his cock.” Trevor looked to Quinn who nodded “go on pretty girl.” Trevor nodded finally giving you the green light.

The coil in your stomach broke as Trevor’s pace of his rough fingers against your clit didn’t let up, much like Quinn’s thrusts as he fucked you through your orgasm “shit shit shit!” You chanted the course of words as your body shook clenching around Quinn as it trigged his own orgasm.

His release sprayed up the walls of your cunt placing his mark on you too as they didn’t stop their actions until you went quiet. Quinn’s cock hit the inside of your thigh as he pulled out of you.

Trevor brushed your hair out of your thighs as he heard the sound of the floor creaking once more meaning that someone was awake.

As your adrenaline crashed your eyes went wide pushing the boys away from you as you pulled your shirt down over your ass “panties?” You asked forgetting which boy hand them.

Trevor pulled it out of his pocket as he tapped your ankle to help you put them on “now I might not be a genius, but unless we want a real audience I suggest we go to bed.” Trevor pointed out as you nodded feeling Quinns cum soak your panties as it pressed against your slit.

You nodded as the boys helped you back up the steps picking up on your shaky legs it left them needing to carry you up the stairs.

Watching them leave your room you were brought back to the decision that you knew you needed to make, only one of them could get you. Sure they could share for the summer, but you had a job in one of their cities.

The summer had gone by in the blink of an eye and now you were in his apartment getting ready for the first day of work “happy first day to me I guess.” You teased coming down from your high as you had woken up to him between your legs.

It was truly his favorite place to be “I am just making sure that your day is off to the best start.” He shrugged as he crawled through the sheet and let his face hover over yours as he let your release act like a badge of honor.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed “you’re such a goof.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips shaking your head.

He melted into it as he grinned “but I’m your goof.” Trevor reminded you as he pulled you into his arms letting you roll onto his stomach as he kissed your head.

You hoped that Anaheim would be just as good to you as he was.

[gluion]

safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ➵ leehan

leehan x reader, slight sungho x reader

you can only hope for more tomorrows with leehan.

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, touch of fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader is shorter than leehan and sungho, lowercase intended, apocalypse au, hurt/comfort (both physical and emotional), depictions of grief, descriptions of gore/blood, use of guns, allusions and discussions of suicide, minor character deaths, sungho is your ex, myungjae and taesan appearance :’), elements of the last of us (don’t support neil druckmann!), mostly written in past tense (because u’re remembering!)

word count ➵ 6.2k words

inspired by ➵ “anaheim” by niki, “are you happy?” by wavesmp3, “love wins all” by iu, episode three of hbo’s the last of us, and “you’re gonna carry that weight” quote from cowboy bebop

a/n ➵ i really love this piece with everything in me so i thought i'd release it to bonedoblr as well!! you can check out the jacob & taerae versions as well. if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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time was the one thing that occupied everyone’s minds. it held value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and people revolved their lives around it.

questions flew around with every tick and tock—what day is it today? when’s your next doctor’s appointment? how long has it been since you’ve last seen your friends from high school? until when does this meeting last? 

as the hands of the clock continue to rotate, the calendar pages would flip along. birthdays were celebrated with every revolution as candles on cakes were lit up, awaiting the puff of celebrants as they wished for their desires. holidays were ones to look forward to; people dressed up to celebrate periods of the year that mattered to them while others slept in until noon. and days were spent counting down until graduations, where caps with tassels would fly to the expanse of blue and orange as cheers and sobs sound throughout.

but now, no one keeps track of time. clocks stopped moving and calendars weren’t produced annually. once the surge of the infected took over, grabbing on humans—taking them away from the lives they’ve lived—everyone ran like they were running out of time. with every second that passes, people are ridden with possibilities of how they might bid farewell to life itself—would it be through the hands of the infected or their own?

now, only one question echoes within their minds: how long do we have?

yet, the clock continues—tick, tock, tick, tock. it keeps going, and going, and going, like how everyone expects it. while everyone seemed to let time go, you still kept track of it all: birthdays, holidays, a graduation you never had.

the outbreak hit two years ago on the day of sungho’s graduation. cheers turned into screams. white togas and diplomas were splattered with red. the lively became lifeless.

you remember sungho’s hand in yours, fingers gripping you as if you were his life, as you charged out of the gymnasium, legs keeping up with the speed of his. you darted off to nowhere as images of the infected tearing people apart took up every block, all the way from skin to bone.

and while it was a rush of tragedies, sungho was the only hope you had.

“keep your eyes on me,” he glanced at you, “don’t look at them. only look at me.”

it was impossible to ignore the wails that filled your ears, but you would repeat his words—his soft-spoken voice—to drown them out.

by nightfall, you and sungho found yourselves in a motel room, skin cleaned from blood splatters and dressed in clothes that engulfed your figures, and in each other’s arms on a twin-sized bed. the duvet that wrapped around you two is thin, not at all keeping you warm for the night, but the warmth of sungho was enough to provide you a sense of security—stability amidst the ever-changing world.

he whispered into the crown of your head, words meant to dispel your fears, all while you sobbed into his shirt. there was nothing that he could do but stay strong for you.

and for a few days, that room acted as your safe haven. the time spent within those four walls is the life you imagined your future with sungho. it would’ve been in a two-story house with a garden where a singular orange tree stands, lounging on the couch as you played movies to fall asleep to, but all you had was an old room with a carpeted floor with unrecognizable stains and a bathroom unable to fit two.

yet, you would choose this over anything. even if it meant eating instant noodles for every meal or sleeping on a mattress that ruins your backs, you would choose this if it meant sungho would be with you.

still, time continues to move. sungho knew that you both couldn’t stay in that room or else the infected may reach you. so when you both went to bed on that last night, you outlined his features from the space between his eyebrows all the way to his lips, and you spent that time memorizing his warmth to carry with you for the rest of your life. you could only hope that he stays with you until the end.

after a month passed, you and sungho met jaehyun, an injured boy who only wanted to live. at first, sungho was hesitant to take the stranger in, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to live with the idea of abandoning someone in need. in a world where the infected have taken over, it only seemed right to help out others; save them from a fate they’re not ready to meet.

what started off as a pair turned into a trio. you’ve learned more about what it takes to survive in this life. long gone is the need for money to buy necessities; you need to scavenge for supplies if you want to live in an infected-ridden world. thanks to jaehyun, you and sungho got to learn about how to find them in every building that you pass on the journey.

but it’s not enough to know where to find food and bullets. sungho decided that it was only right to teach you how to use a gun. with every morning that came, you two spent hours learning how to hold, reload, and fire.

“don’t worry,” he told you as his chin hovered over your shoulder. you both stared at the tin can situated on a stack of boxes only a few meters away. “you won’t have to worry about fighting alone. i’ll be here with you.” as you exhaled, your eyes zeroed in on the target. “now, shoot.”

six months have passed, and you were happy that you were still a trio. jaehyun became your best friend over that time. his laughs were enough to shine glimmers of hope onto you. you were glad that you decided to help him off the ground and tend to his bullet wound that day.

until you found yourselves retreating from the horde of infected.

time moves at a constant speed but it can become swift if it decides to. when you and jaehyun reached the doors leading to safety, you remember seeing sungho fighting off those who were once like you, bullets firing at their heads. you remember your screams, telling him to run to you—go to where it’s safe—so that you can keep having tomorrows with him.

yet, sungho glanced at jaehyun, nodding at him before his eyes met yours. you watched how his mouth moved, a soundless three-word phrase leaving him before the doors shut before you. you would’ve pried them open but jaehyun kept his arms around you, holding you back. from letting the infected reach you. from letting sungho come back to you.

the wails that left you were enough to attract the infected. if only they were to burst through the doors, grab onto you and bring you to sungho, then maybe you would stop crying. yet, jaehyun dragged you away. you never saw him as your best friend after that.

a month passed, and you still refused to talk to him. the boy tried to strike up a conversation with you, trying to earn your laugh like he used to, but he was only met with a cold shoulder. with every brick he put, you smashed your sledgehammer against it, dispelling any hope he had in rekindling his friendship with you.

the two of you learned to live in silence, fighting for survival while dealing with the loss of the one who would always bring you both to safety.

until you came across another boy who pointed his gun toward you. his defensive demeanor reminded you of sungho, and you wondered if this was his doing—his reincarnation. but before he could pull the trigger, jaehyun saved you from meeting your fate.

somehow, the duo had turned into a trio once more. you still refused to talk to jaehyun but would eavesdrop on the conversations he shared with the stranger. you learned that the new addition is named leehan.

but even the stranger wasn’t enough to fill the void that sungho left. with every nightfall, when the soft snores of the two boys filled your ears, tears streamed down your face as sobs threatened to spill out. the palm of your hand wasn’t enough to muffle your weeps. behind your eyelids, sungho’s last words to you play on repeat. the ones he failed to say. the ones you’ll never hear again.

maybe if you didn’t leave that motel room then he would’ve still been with you, arms finding their place around your waist as he trails kisses all over you. if the outbreak didn’t happen, then maybe you would be living in that two-story house with him. maybe you would wake up to a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice by the bedside table and the warmth of his lips on your forehead. and maybe you could finally tell him yes before he slips the silver band on your finger—you could’ve grown with him until your hair turns grey.

the weight you carry never got lighter with time. the void continued to consume you whole with the goal of ripping you apart. as another month passed, another life was lost—not to the infected but to the raiders.

“myungjae, you have to stay with me.” those were the first words you told him since sungho’s death. crimson continued to spill out of his abdomen through the gaps between your fingertips in the same way tears flow out. “leehan! find gauze, betadine, anything!” you never glanced at the stranger, keeping your gaze on your best friend whose eyes continued to droop.

still, jaehyun caressed your face, thumb wiping teardrops. as he slowly entered territories that you both knew he would never escape, he grinned at you one last time. “i missed hearing you. i’m glad you’ll be the last thing i hear.”

but you tried to tell him that you couldn’t be the last voice he heard. it should’ve been with someone he can imagine his future with, maybe in a two-story house or a cramped flat in an apartment complex. he deserves more tomorrows in the same way sungho did.

but time continues to move. it took him away from you in a matter of minutes, slithering away without a second thought and no regard for the value of life, and all you were left with was his temple—still. lifeless. as you sobbed into his shirt, still holding the wound, the warmth of leehan’s hand stayed on your back, moving along with your wails. 

now, you carry the loss of two. it never got easier with time.

leehan still sticks with you. it only seemed right. stay strong in numbers as you wander off to nowhere, grasping at the loose ends of survival.

two weeks have passed. you and leehan got used to the new dynamic; while he went hunting and you were tasked with scavenging, you both played your roles in combat, ready for any raid or horde. when night comes, you both took shifts, keeping watch while the other got some shut-eye.

until that one evening.

you recall the sounds of wood crackling from the fire. it stood strong against the breeze—burning, shining—surrounded by greens that latch on browns. hues of amber cascaded over your skin, painting you with warmth—it’ll never compare to the one you craved. your eyes drifted to leehan who sat across from you, his eyes trained on the fire as he rubbed his palms together. perhaps he craved the same type of warmth you longed for.

“we used to be three.” his eyes snapped towards yours. “before you came, we used to be three—jaehyun, me, and—” it rose in you like bile, wanting to escape but never leaving. “we were three then.”

you glanced at the wood that continued to burn. “we met jaehyun a month after the outbreak, spent six months together until—” the claws of the void struck against your throat, holding you back from sharing with the stranger what your life was before he came. while you never found the right words to say, leehan never pushed, letting you say what you wanted to share while filling in the blanks on his own. 

“i resented jaehyun after what happened.” you moved your gaze to leehan whose eyes never left you. “refused to talk to him. refused to forgive.” and you remember how you hesitated, taking a deep breath in before sputtering out the next sentence. “refused to accept.”

nine months ago, the outbreak didn’t happen. nine months ago, you were attending sungho’s graduation. nine months ago, you two were imagining your tomorrows together—for eternity.

and those nine months fractured all hopes and dreams; the glass is now littered with cracks, ready to burst into shards.

“but i think about the last time we saw jaehyun,” the image of him sitting in front of you all frail, treading the line between life and death, flashed in front of you; it’s quick but strong to remind you of what’s lost. “and i wish i could’ve learned how to forgive during those two months.”

but it was an impossible request. how could you ever forgive a boy you’ve known for only six months for taking your future away? how could you forgive a world that took him away? how could you forgive and live?

and still, you did.

you left it at that. they were enough. so when you told leehan that you’ll take over tonight’s shift, he never asked to hear more. instead, he laid near the campfire as you kept an eye out.

and once enough hours have passed, you allowed yourself to sob like other nights. the breeze that passed through branches reminded you of jaehyun; rustling leaves imitated the giggles of the boy you’ve only known during the apocalypse.

the wind that grazed against your skin should’ve been a nuisance, but the warmth of the fire wrapped you up like the duvet in that motel room. and you don’t complain—it’s the only part of sungho you have left.

the heat was enough to last you the night, but the chill of reality sent you back to the void.

that night, leehan listened to your sobs. not one of you got enough rest for the journey.

another two weeks went by. you two got into a better groove of the routine; instead of hunting and scavenging in silence, you and leehan found yourselves talking more about your lives before the outbreak. you learned that he’s only a year younger than sungho, and he shared that he had plans to pursue music.

“if the world finds a cure to this mess, you have to promise me that you’ll get me front-row tickets to your first show.” it was a joke. in what world could there be a cure for the infected? but the wishful thinking of what could be—what could’ve been—is all you had left.

still, leehan promised you that.

that night, you two stayed in the living room of an abandoned house. instead of lighting the fireplace, candles were placed on the coffee table. they shined in the middle of you two, you who stayed on the couch and leehan who sat on the mattress lying on the floor.

“where were you?” his eyes met yours. “on the day of the outbreak, i mean.”

he leaned back, hands resting on the mattress before he looked once more at the wax that continued to melt. “i was there for my upperclassmen’s graduation.” it hit you like sudden downpour on a sunny day. “i knew people in the music program and we were going to celebrate after. until the infected came.”

and when you said the name of the university, his gaze met yours as his shoulders stiffened. “m—my sungho.” it’s the first time you spoke of his name, and the sight of leehan’s eyes widening over it was enough to speak for himself.

“i—i didn’t know,” he whispered, but his words were loud enough to shatter glass. “i only spoke to him a few times. he talked about you with so much love.”

your heart skipped beats; it should’ve been enough to send you off into the same territories where sungho and jaehyun now stay. your mouth turned dry as leehan’s voice morphed into radio silence.

before you knew it, the two of you left the information to hang in the air as you tried to drift into slumber.

the clock continues to tick. minutes turned into hours; time moves like it usually does once more.

yet, you were stuck in the same gymnasium, fixing sungho’s toga as you scolded him about how wrinkled it’s become—hey! you’ll go up on stage soon. we can’t take pictures of you like this. despite your words, he smiled at you before grazing his lips on your temple—his silent way of telling you the three-word phrase.

in a split second, you were off the couch. you barged out of the house, clutching your chest as the knot constricted your throat, and your feet dragged you off to nowhere. every sound has turned into a buzz—only the voice of sungho being the one clear thing amidst the hysteria.

before you knew it, you stood before a horizon of green. it takes only one step into the woods, alone with no protection, for you to meet your demise. you would’ve charged into it in the same way you would’ve charged out to save sungho that day.

all it takes is one step, and—

“what are you doing?!” a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with the last form of life that you know of. his breaths were short as his fingers dug into your arms. “you can’t just rush out in the middle of the night! i woke up worried sick.” his eyebrows knitted in frustration. confusion. distress. the voice was caught in your throat.

how does one begin to unpack the baggage they’ve learned to carry? when the items they bring are revolting, rotten, repugnant, how does someone not feel shame about showing all the tattered-up objects?

how do you learn to open up to someone you’ve only known for three months?

your hands trembled; you’ve carried the weight of it all for too long.

in that split second, your nose met the juncture between his chin and shoulder. the material of his shirt against your cheek allowed you to bathe in what you miss—the hand of jaehyun that once caressed your face. the lips of sungho that lingered with every kiss. all the moments that you hoped time would freeze just for you lives in the boy you stick with for survival.

all it took were leehan’s hands to rest on the lower side of your back for the tears to begin their stream. the sobs spill out. for once, they weren’t muffled like those other nights. they sounded throughout the space that surrounded you two. you allowed yourself to drop the baggage only for a few minutes.

leehan took you back to the house that night, allowing you to sob about all that you’ve kept under the wraps.

when sunrise came, you found your legs mixed with his as his arms remained wrapped around you and your ear pressed against his chest. the sound of his breathing is the one reminder of what a safe haven is. 

half a year went by. leehan still stays by your side. the baggage got lighter.

it should’ve been the same routine; leehan goes off to hunt while you scavenge, and you’ll take turns on the night shifts. but that night shifted something between you two. stolen glances. quiet giggles. linked fingers.

two months have gone by. the moon shined through the trees, their shadows cascading on an abandoned cabin that you and leehan decided to stay in for that night.

it should’ve been the same set-up as other nights spent in abandoned houses; you’ll sleep on the couch while he sleeps on a dragged-out mattress. instead, he sat with you, your back resting on his chest along with his hand staying on your arm. 

a lit candle rested on the table; its amber tones painted leehan’s skin—close to the fruit tree that stands in your lost future.

“what would you do if there is a cure to this?” you watched how his fingers danced across your skin, calloused from plucking guitar strings or wielding a gun. 

leehan’s chest rumbled against your back as he hummed. “what would you do?”

a giggle left as you looked at the boy. “i was the one who asked you first!”

he shot you a grin as his hand slipped into yours. the candle continued to burn; it did a poor job of giving you light and warmth that night. but he did it all—one smile. one exhale. one indication to show that he lives.

“travel, maybe? or i’ll go back to writing music.” you nodded at his plans before looking back at the light source. “what about you?”

“i don’t know.”

there was no point in going back to university after such a catastrophe. if anything, the year spent surrounded by the infected, fighting for survival, has shown you that there’s more to life than the perpetual cycle of working a nine-to-five.

so…

“i would settle down if i could.” the wax continued to melt. “i think i’ve seen enough of the world. for once, i just want to stay home. indulge in my hobbies. live the life that i want.”

his breath grazed the top of your head. “with someone?” and suddenly, you became aware of it all—the heat that emitted from his palm. the movement of his chest against your back. the gravity of his question.

the words get caught in your throat. your heartbeat rang in your ears. for the first time since sungho’s death, you considered it. 

“with someone.”

before you knew it, his hand caressed your cheek. you were forced to meet his eyes which glistened with devotion. he leaned forward, his breath grazing your skin while you held in yours. you didn’t miss how his gaze flickered to your lips before he met your eyes once more.

then, he held back. it’s a choice, one only you can make. but when your eyes shut, it’s a quiet plea—a silent yes.

his lips met yours. 

the warmth that blossomed in your chest wasn’t like the one in that motel room. not like the embrace of the one you’ve lost. it was one of all seasons—changing with the weather, bringing comfort throughout the everchanging times.

it’s a perpetual cycle of fighting for survival.

you’ll endure through it all.

a month passed by, and you came across another boy on the journey. he’s named taesan, and he told you of a safe haven located in the town that you and leehan grew up in.

for a moment, it was an internal debate—should you go back to where the downfall started? can you go to where the memory of sungho still lives?

but one glance at leehan was enough to settle it. the three of you embarked on your journey.

you remember that day. it was a walk with the goal of finding a car to make the journey back an easy one. the heat of the sun prickled against your skin but you still kept your arms crossed.

“are you two together?” taesan asked, causing you to whip your head towards him. your eyes met leehan’s for a split second—confusion. dejection—before they landed back at the stranger who kept his eyes on the path you took.

“no, we aren’t.”

for the rest of the journey, it was quiet.

sundown came, and you found yourselves in a convenience store for that night’s shelter. leehan was in charge of taking the night shift, allowing you and taesan to rest up. when the stranger went off to sleep on the makeshift bed, you were left alone with leehan.

you watched how he cleaned his gun with a rag stained with dark splotches. the moon gleamed through the window—it can’t compare to how leehan shines.

you needed to get some sleep, is what you tell yourself. with one spin, you were about to make your way to where you’d sleep for that night.

“are we really not?” you halted in your tracks. “did it mean nothing?”

not a single answer left your mouth. your eyes remained straightforward as you refused to meet his gaze.

the warmth vanished with a lack of an answer. instead, it was replaced once more with the cold—the void—that attempted to consume you whole.

and when a scornful chuckle left leehan, you knew that you’d burnt the bridge. you walked away, leaving him to do his job, bidding farewell to the closest form of a safe haven.

two weeks went by and another goodbye had to be done. taesan stood in front of you two, a grin on his lips while tears streamed down his face. his arm was out, revealing a bite mark. the veins near the wound had already turned black. he would’ve turned in a few hours.

“go out.” those were leehan’s first words to you since that night in the convenience store.

you remember the last thing you told taesan before you left the room—you’ll get to your safe haven. the sobs that spilled out of him are ones you’ll never forget. and when you shut the door behind you, it took 20 seconds until you heard a gunshot. 

the weight got heavier once more.

another two weeks went by, and you and leehan found yourselves standing in front of the remains of a safe haven. the fences were torn down. streaks of dark red littered over pavements. not a single sight of a soul lived.

still, you two trudged your way through the town, all the way until you reached leehan’s house. like others, his was abandoned. the cream walls were littered with red strokes and vines. when you both entered, you didn’t miss how leehan’s eyes lingered on a photo hung on the wall—a picture of him and his parents.

you gave him all the time he needed to explore, to sit with the mess, while you stayed in the living room. as you sat on the couch that had gathered dust, you caught sight of a bowl of plastic produce that rested on the coffee table. it held a variety of fruits whose paint had chipped: watermelon, chestnut, and fig.

but amidst the crowd of old, torn-down, plastic fruits, a pear and an orange leaned against each other as grime collected on them. once your hands reached out to the fruits, you pulled them apart—a mess of green and orange stained the two.

he came back to you in 30 minutes, eyes glistening with tears. yet, he only gave you a nod, and you two went to another house. 

you then stood in front of your old house with leehan by your side. weeds grew in the front yard, and the wooden exterior has turned a few shades darker. silence settled between you two. 

to be back in a place you grew up in, where all your memories live, is a process—a grieving one. being face-to-face with the damage brought by the infected can only remind you of what you had and could’ve had.

and once you made your way to your childhood room, you were reminded of all your hopes and dreams before the outbreak. dust rested on top of books. the laptop on your desk had no charge. potted plants have withered.

when you approached the picture frames found on your table, your hand darted out to a photograph of you and sungho. there was no occasion when that picture was taken—the fact that you two were together was enough for it to be remembered. memorialized.

as you made your way back down the stairs, you saw leehan crouched in front of the console table with eyes trained on photographs. “was this your high school graduation?” you approached him and saw the picture he was referring to, you who stood beside sungho with a big grin as his lips were on your temple.

“yeah,” you said as you crouched beside leehan. “we knew each other back when i was a freshman.” your fingers trailed on the wooden frame, gathering the dust before flicking it away. despite your efforts, it was still covered in grime, but you didn’t mind. 

“and you stayed together since?” all you did was hum. “did you find anything up there?”

for the first time since you entered your old house, you looked at leehan and he met your gaze. your eyes trailed his features. the eyes that speak of a thousand words. the lips that once kissed yours.

and it hit you like the gunshot that filled your ears, the breeze that rustled the leaves that one night, the doors that shut close. it was 20 months since the outbreak happened, 13 months since you lost sungho, and 11 months since jaehyun told you his last words.

but it was also 13 months spent with leehan, choosing to survive with him. 

“yeah.”

you found a lot of things within those four walls. there were books you once read growing up, stuffed toys you slept with, and the one picture of you and sungho; they’re the remaining pieces you have left of a life that was good.

you would’ve kept it all, rebuilt the life that was ripped away by the hands of the infected—

“but nothing to hold on to.”

they’re memories, ones you’ll carry with you, but ones worth moving on from. 

“oh,” he said as his eyes still held your gaze. “okay.”

and with one exhale, you said, “let’s rebuild it, just a place for us two.”

it was a whirlwind of emotions in leehan’s eyes, ones you can’t identify. for a moment, you thought he’d say no. maybe he decided that 13 months was enough. one more day with you would be too much, and—

“okay.” when his hand reached out for yours, linking fingers with you like all other times, you gave him a small smile.

when you and leehan stood up, you made your way out of the house, off to find a place just for you two—a safe haven to last you many tomorrows with him.

a month passed. the safe haven was rebuilt; the fences stood strong with electrical wires and barbed wires, and the town was cleaned of all remnants of grime and blood. the two of you took up different tasks ranging from cleaning, cooking, building, and maintaining the haven.

but while you were okay with a knife, accidents did happen. “fuck!”

“what happened?” you remember how leehan came rushing in, only to see you pressing on the skin around the cut on your finger.

before you knew it, you were sitting down with him as he wrapped gauze around the wound. “leehan, it’s just a cut. i’ll be fine.”

“still, i don’t want you getting hurt.” you watched how his eyes were focused on treating your finger. “i’ll be in charge of cooking now.”

you shook your head. “no, i like to cook. i want to cook for us.” his gaze then met yours, his filled with worry while yours filled with determination. they flickered back to your finger and his hands busied themselves with covering it up.

once he was done, his hand continued to hold yours. you remember the heat of his thumb as it drew patterns on your hand. he’s etched himself onto you.

his eyes met yours once more, and he said, “okay, just let me help out.” all you gave him was a nod.

another month went by, and you woke up to the sound of gunshots. you remember how hazy your vision was that night, fresh from sleep but panic coursing through your veins. and when you looked beside you to only see an empty spot, you didn’t think twice about rushing out of bed.

when you exited the house, you saw leehan holding his gun, firing at the people who attempted to tear down the haven’s fences. “leehan!” he looked back at you and you caught sight of the crimson that poured out of his abdomen.

another gunshot was fired, grazing leehan’s leg, and he fell to his knees. you ran to him, reaching out to rest your hand on the wound as you began to sob. “fuck! you have to stay with me.” with his arm resting around your shoulders, you dragged him back to the house.

you set him on the table and moved his hand to hold where he was shot. “hold it.” you rushed to where the medical supplies were stored and gathered whatever you could hold. when you got back, you saw how blood continued to spill out.

you got to work, focused on trying to patch him up, making sure he stays. “you can’t go. i won’t let it happen.” and while your hands busied themselves with treating the injury, you remember how leehan’s hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away the spilled tears. 

“in the basement, there’s a piece of paper that has all the codes. if you ever—”

“no, you’ll be okay.”

still, he continued to talk. “if you ever forget the codes, you can always look at the paper. don’t forget that you need to always check the water system every two days, and—”

“leehan!” you croaked out his name in between sobs. “you’ll be okay. you have to, okay?” the more he went on about what to keep in mind, the baggage got heavier. “i can’t do this without you. i won’t allow it.”

because 15 months ago, you would’ve bid farewell to the mayhem. 13 months ago, you hoped for time to drag you away. 12 months ago, you would’ve walked into the forest. but it’s been 22 months, and you were still walking on this earth, choosing to live amidst the chaos—so long as leehan was with you. 

and when you leaned your forehead on his, eyes closed, you felt his breath graze against your lips. “i need you.”

all it took were three words from you. “okay.”

it’s been two months since that happened. the safe haven was rebuilt once more. you and leehan fortified the defense system, hoping they’ll be enough to keep any infected and raiders out. all that matters is that you two were protected—safe—from the chaos.

now, you sit on a couch as you flip through the pages of a book you didn’t have time to read before the outbreak. when all responsibilities vanished, you were able to find enough time to do things you couldn’t do then.

you were ready to get yourself sucked into the world of the novel, but leehan came into the living room with his hands behind his back and a small smile on his lips. “do you remember what you made me promise you before?”

you frown at him, confused, until he shows you an acoustic guitar. “oh my god, you found one?” you put the book on the coffee table.

he takes a seat beside you, body facing towards you as he rests the instrument on his lap. “here, front-row tickets to my first show.” you almost laughed because this is no stadium or club, but a home—one you built with him.

it takes only one smile from him for you to hold it back.

“any song requests?” he strums on the guitar strings, perfectly in tune. it’s almost as if he tuned it before coming to you.

a hum leaves you as you rest your head on your hand propped on the couch. “whatever you want to show me.”

it takes him a few seconds, fingers fiddling with the strings, until he figures out what to play. when he sings out the words—dearest, darling, my universe—you melt like the candles you lit up those nights. as he continues to play a song of a world in hysteria but a love that endures, that’s when you realize what you’ve had all this time.

time is the one thing that occupies your mind. it holds value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and you learned to revolve your life around it.

it takes you two years to figure out that life doesn’t end after the outbreak—and 17 months to realize that your safe haven is not a two-story house with an orange tree in the garden but the boy in front of you.

when you lean closer to him, his fingers falter, messing up the chords. your hand reaches out to caress his face as your eyes flicker to his lips. you don’t miss how leehan holds his breath, how he stops playing the guitar, how his eyes look back at yours—it’s a slurry of warmth. tenderness.

“i love you.”

all it took was a three-word phrase from you for him to close the distance.

the warmth that spreads within you is like the one you experience in the abandoned cabin. but now, you’re full of hope—a reason to stay—in an infected-ridden world.

now, only one question echoes within your mind: how much longer do we have?

an eternity is what you hope.

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Playing Pretend - Jamie Drysdale

Summary: In which Jamie and his girlfriend end things after pretending everything was okay. Or in which Jamie's girlfriend moves in with Trevor while attempting to keep her pregnancy hidden from everyone.

content: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, long distance, keeping secrets from partner (if that's a warning idk), angst, fluff, mentions of sex, implications of cheating/being unfaithful, jamie's trade :(

notes: this one is a bit more angsty than my other fics. i wanted to experiment with trying something new. possible happy ending tho. guess you'll have to read to find out ;) sorry if it seems rushed, i didn't know how to format it :/

"Of course, you have options. You can read more about those here. This is a judgement free zone," the nurse continued to drone on about scheduling another appointment, but Violet had tuned her out. In fact, the only thing that Violet could hear was her heart pounding in her chest.

"Thank you," she mumbled, grabbing the paperwork and shoving it into her purse. All she wanted was Jamie and he was on the other side of the country.

Once she was safely in her car in the parking lot, she let the tears fall. A baby? How was she supposed to take care of a baby when her boyfriend lived five hours away by plane. They barely spoke more than twice a week at this point. Their relationship was falling apart and a baby wasn't going to save it.

"How was the doctor?" Trevor asked as she walked through the door, kicking off her shoes.

"Fine. Just food poisoning, like you thought."

"I told you! Never eat grocery store sushi, Vi. Should've listened to me."

"Ha. I guess you know best, Trev. I'm gonna go lie down. I'm still nauseous."

"Make sure you text Jamie! He was worried about you."

"I'm sure he was," she mumbled, making her way to her bedroom. She looked at the picture on her bedside table. It was of her and Jamie at his first game with the Ducks. She'd been so proud to see him move from the Gulls to the NHL. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and was looking down at her like she'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, while she smiled happily into the camera. Violet sighed, putting the photo face down. She couldn't bare to look at Jamie's face right now, photo or not.

Her phone buzzed.

Jamie <3: Trev texted. Said it's food poisoning like he thought. Feel better. I love you

Vi: Thanks, Jam. Love you too

Lying to Jamie made her stomach churn. In fact, everything was making her stomach churn at the moment. Trevor had made sausages with his breakfast that morning, leading to her projectile vomiting in the kitchen. Which is when Trevor finally convinced her to go to a walk-in clinic. A walk-in clinic that sent her to Planned Parenthood. And now at the thought of Jamie not knowing about his child mixed with the baby in her womb hating the smell of everything, she was leaned over the toilet once more.

"Vi? Do you want some ginger ale?" Trevor asked from the doorway.

"No. I'm okay, Trev. Just, I- I'd like to be alone right now."

"Oh, right. Call me if you need anything," he sighed, gently shutting the door behind him.

Violet sniffled, reaching for her phone on the counter next to her.

Jamie was worried sick about Violet, but he was also focused on the game of NHL 24 he was playing with Cam.

"Wait. Time out. Violet's texting."

"Oh, shit. What'd she say?"

"That... that we need to talk?" Jamie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Shit. We can finish this later. Call her."

"Thanks, Cam. I- I'll be back," Jamie stood up from the couch, albeit a bit wobbly from nerves, speeding off to his room.

"Hey," Violet's voice cracked as it broke through the speaker of his phone.

"Hey, um, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Long distance isn't working, Jamie. I- I think we should end things."

"What? Vi? Where is this coming from? Did- did you meet someone in Anaheim?"

"What? God, no. Jamie- I wouldn't cheat. You know that. I just- this is too much stress for me right now."

"Our relationship is too much stress for you? I- I told you that you could move here. We could get our own place. I-"

"Jamie, I have a life here. I have a job. My friends."

"I had all of that too. But, I- I'm making it work here. You could make it work here, Violet! Please don't do this. You- you're the love of my life."

"Jamie, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I can't do this anymore."

"Please, Violet. Please."

"We- if you need anything call Trevor. Goodbye, Jamie."

Jamie didn't return to his game with Cam; he spent the rest of the night crying himself to sleep on his bed.

"You broke up with Jamie?!" Trevor shouted the next morning, waking up an exhausted Violet.

"Trevor? It's 6 in the morning."

"Yeah? Well Jamie just called me in tears, saying that you dumped him OVER THE PHONE?!"

"We're long distance. How else was I supposed to do it?"

"You weren't supposed to do it at all, Violet! You guys are made for each other! What's with this sudden change of heart?"

"We were barely talking anymore. I need a present boyfriend."

"Vi-"

"Drop it, Trevor! It's frankly none of your business!"

"None of my bus-"

Violet gagged, leaning over and puking on the hardwood floor. She looked up at Trevor, wiping her mouth.

"Get me a paper towel, please."

"Right. Um, right... This conversation isn't over."

He returned with a roll of paper towels. Watching as she pulled herself out of bed, to clean up the mess next to her bed.

"Why'd you break up with him?"

"I just told you. It wasn't working."

"But, you didn't even try to make it work. He said you didn't communicate it wasn't going well until yesterday."

"Wow. Does Jamie tell you every intimate part of our relationship?" she snapped.

"No."

"It was rhetorical, Trevor."

"Oh. He loves you."

"I know."

"Do you not love him?"

"What? Of course I love him. He's the fa- the first man I loved. I'll always love him."

"Then why break up with him?! He- he said you could go live with him in Philly."

"I don't want to leave Anaheim. I want to r- never mind. But, my job is here."

"Get a new one."

"God! You're so immature! It's not that fucking easy, Trevor! I'm not going to start my entire life over for Jamie! So fucking drop it!"

"I-"

"Drop it!"

Trevor dropped it. At least with Violet he did. He spent every day trying to convince Jamie to call her. To fix things. To figure what he could do. Jamie wasn't easily convinced though. After the mental anguish that the phone call with his now ex-girlfriend had caused him, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through it again.

Violet's morning sickness hadn't ended. In fact, it was getting worse. Morning sickness? More like all day and all night sickness. She was in agony. And Trevor as oblivious as he was, was getting suspicious.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor again? I don't think food poisoning is supposed to last this long."

"It's probably just stress."

"Why're you stressed?"

"Work."

"But- okay? I still think you should go back."

"Trevor."

"Yes?"

"I'm fine."

"You're pretending."

"What?"

"You're pretending everything is okay. You're just afraid to admit that things are worse without Jamie. Not better. You're more stressed. Hence the vomiting."

"Trevor, I- I have work to do."

Two hours later Violet was in the kitchen doing dishes when her phone started ringing.

"Trev! Can you get that?"

"Sure."

"Hi! This is Alice from Anaheim OB/GYN, I was just calling to confirm your appointment on Friday with Dr. Rhodes," the voice came through the phone.

"Trev! Who is it?"

"Sure, just let me get the phone to Violet. Oh, perfect! Thank you!"

"Hi?" Violet asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hi! Is this Violet?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Perfect! Just a few questions to go over before confirming your appointment."

"Oh, of course."

"Any abnormal bleeding?"

"No."

"Dizziness?"

"Nope."

"How's the nausea you mentioned last time you were in?"

"About the same."

"Okay, I'll let the nurse know. We can get you some tablets for that. See you Friday at 11:30."

"Perfect, thank you."

Violet sighed, hanging up the phone.

"You're pregnant?" Trevor whispered.

"What? No."

"She said she was calling from the OB/GYN's office. Isn't that a doctor for pregnant people?"

"Not always. They also give birth control and stuff."

"But why would you need birth control if you're not seeing Jamie anymore?"

"For my periods."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying, Trevor. Why would I lie?"

"You're lying. You always itch your wrist when you lie. You're pregnant. Does Jamie know?"

"Maybe it isn't Jamie's?"

"Yeah? Who else have you slept with? Nobody. You and Jamie had sex the night before we left for Nashville."

"Who told you that?"

"Jamie."

"Ew. I-"

"So it is Jamie's?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"Violet... is this why you dumped him? Are you getting... you know?"

"Not pregnant, Trevor."

"Fine, I'll drop it for now. But, if you were pregnant, I, um, I'd be here to help. I promise."

"Good to know if I am to hypothetically get pregnant," she mumbled, itching her wrist. Trevor let out a heavy sigh.

"You- you can tell me anything, Violet. I'm not going to tell Jamie if you don't want me to."

"You said you were gonna drop it. Plus there's nothing to tell him. Everything is normal."

"Right, um, I'm going out. Call if you need anything for your... food poisoning."

"Will do."

When she finally heard the front door shut, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The tension in the kitchen had been palpable. She knew deep down that Trevor didn't believe her, but until she was showing she'd be able to hide it... maybe.

A month had passed and Violet was shocked to find that it looked like she was bloated. Violet had always been on the thinner side, but not to the point that she thought she'd be showing this early into her pregnancy. The doctors had confirmed that she was just over a month when she found out, meaning she was nearing three months. Baggy clothes became her new best friends. Unfortunately, most of the baggy clothing she owned were items she'd stolen from Jamie. This led to lots of looks from Trevor as she moved around their apartment.

Trevor now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Violet was pregnant. He'd gone into her bathroom to find some extra toilet paper and come across an array of prenatal vitamins. He didn't bring it up though. The apartment constantly had an air of awkwardness shrouding it. Violet and Trevor were tip-toeing around each other. And he knew that eventually he would have to be the bigger person and bring it up, which was uncommon for the Ducks player.

"I was talking to Jamie today," Trevor mentioned as he twirled some spaghetti onto his fork.

"Hm. How's Jamie?"

"Better. He, uh, he still asks about you."

"Good for him."

"I'm sure if you told him... about your situation, he'd be willing to help."

"What situation?" Violet smiled, taking a sip of her water.

"Can we stop pretending, Violet?"

She shook her head, pushing away from the small kitchen table.

"God! Grow up, Violet! You're going to be a mom! Start acting like a fucking adult!" Trevor shouted as she retreated to her room, that Trevor had not-so-lovingly nicknamed "the cave." Her door slammed in response, shaking the pictures hanging in the corridor.

"Hey, girl!" her best friend, Aly, smiled through the FaceTime call. "How're those vitamins? One of the moms I work with says they're the best ones!"

"Good, I think. I've got a little bump now."

"Damn! Baby Drysdale is growingggg!" she dragged out.

"Don't call them that. He- I still haven't told him."

"Girl! You told me you were going to like a week ago! What changed?"

"He- I saw him on Instagram and he looked so happy. I don't want to ruin that."

"So... you're just gonna wallow in self-pity until your baby is born? What about when he sees you with a baby? Isn't he gonna be suspicious?"

"He already accused me of cheating. So..."

"Violet! No! We are not claiming you cheated and got pregnant from another man."

"Jamie's not ready to be a dad."

"Who told you that? Jamie?"

"No."

"Exactly. You don't know that!"

"I'll think about it, Aly. Right now, the doctor said I need to avoid too much stress. It makes my nausea worse."

"Uh huh. Lemme tell you about this date I went on!"

"Do you think Violet would be okay if I came to visit?" Jamie asked Trevor.

"Um... I mean you're coming to see me. It has nothing to do with her."

"I guess, you're right. I'll get a hotel though. I don't want to intrude on her space."

"Her space is also my space, Jamie."

"Yeah, but she's my... ex. It'd feel weird. Is she, um, seeing anyone new?"

"Violet?" Trevor choked on his water, "No. No. She's been busy with... work."

"Makes sense."

"What about you? Any new women in your life?"

"No. I just compare them all to Vi."

"When you come, maybe you can get some closure. Talk to her."

"If she lets me."

"If she lets you," Trevor smiled, continuing to help his best friend plan his trip.

Six months pregnant. Violet couldn't believe it. Her baby was the size of corn, according to Aly. It was hard to hide her ever growing bump, but Trevor's hoodies and some of Jamie's old clothes did the trick. She had no idea that Jamie was coming to visit. It was all part of Trevor's plan to get her to talk to him... and admit her pregnancy.

Trevor was buzzing as he walked Jamie up the stairs to their apartment.

"Violet did some redecorating, but it looks similar to when you left! She's still asleep, I think. She sleeps in on weekends."

"Not surprising," Jamie bit back his smile.

"Welcome back, bud!" Trevor swung open the door, leading his ex-teammate into his home. Jamie looked around, it was similar to when he left. A few pictures had been taken down and replaced with new ones, but it looked pretty much the same.

"Trev? Why are you shouting?" Violet questioned sleepily, rubbing a hand on her stomach. The baby had recently discovered how to kick and it was their new favourite hobby.

"Look who I brought home with me!" Trevor beamed.

"Jamie?" the girl suddenly looked much more awake, dropping her hands to her side.

"You... you're pregnant," was all Jamie could manage, staring directly at her stomach.

"Surprise?"

The group sat in the living room. Well, Trevor and Violet were sitting. Jamie was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair.

"You're gonna go bald, Jimmy. Stop."

"She- you're pregnant?!"

"Yes. We established that, Jamie," Violet rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Is it... is it mine?"

"Um..."

"Yes, the baby is yours, Jamie! Are you dumb?" Trevor furrowed his brow.

"You didn't tell me?! Neither of you?!"

"She... It wasn't my place."

"Yeah? What about you, Violet? What's your excuse?!"

"I- I didn't want to ruin your career."

"Ruin my career? No! You were just being selfish. Don't pretend this had anything to do with protecting me!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Jamie, can you sit down? You're stressing me out," she sighed, rubbing over where the baby was kicking repeatedly, sensing its mother's turmoil.

"Violet! We... we're having a baby."

"I'm having a baby."

God, she was just as stubborn as before.

"Z, can we have a minute?"

"Oh, sure," Trevor left and Jamie didn't speak until he heard the door close.

"Violet, this is serious. Why would you keep this from me? Is this why you ended things?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

"Sort of. I panicked. I just, I don't want you to feel forced to stay because of us," she motioned to her belly.

"I... I still love you. A lot. God, I never stopped loving you."

"Jamie..."

"You... you can come live in Philly! We can fix us. And raise our baby. Be a happy family."

"I want to stay here."

"You... you can't keep my baby from me, Violet. Please," his eyes started to water, "Not any longer than you already have."

"He-"

"He? It's a boy?"

"Shit. Yeah."

"I'm going to have a son?" he smiled, the tears finally falling. Violet could feel her hormones acting up, her eyes also welling with tears.

"Henry."

"Hm?"

"I- I've been planning on naming him Henry."

"Henry. It's perfect, Vi. Can I?" he gestured to the swell of her stomach. She nodded, letting out a sob as his hands met the cotton of her shirt.

"Hi, Henry. It's your dad. I'm sorry I haven't been here. I- I don't blame Mommy. She did what she thought was best."

Violet continued to sob. Why was he being so sweet to her? She'd kept his son from him!

"Violet, can you just think about it? Please. Us and Henry in Philly."

"I can think about it, Jams," she cried, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you sure you built that right?" Violet asked for the fourth time, "I don't want him falling on the ground in the middle of the night."

"I followed the instructions, Vi. It's secure. He'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I just-"

Jamie cut her off with a kiss to her lips.

"I'm positive, love. Now stop worrying. Poor Henry is going to pop out early if you keep that up."

"I'd appreciate it if he did. He's been sitting on my bladder all day."

Jamie kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand where he saw the imprint of a foot kick.

"Can you move off Mommy's bladder? It makes her pissy. And Daddy doesn't want to deal with it right now."

"He's not listening. I need to pee," she waddled out of the nursery and into the ensuite. Jamie laughed, following her into their bedroom.

"You look good pregnant," Jamie commented as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Shut up. We're not having sex until this monster is out of me."

"He's not a monster!"

"He's giant! I can't breathe."

"Here," Jamie walked behind her, lifting up her stomach. She let out a long sigh of relief, the pressure being alleviated from her back.

"Thanks, Jams. I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled. Although they weren't the most stable couple on the planet, Jamie was just glad to have his girl back. And now he had his little boy too. He felt complete. And so did Violet. Complete and happy with their soon-to-be family of three.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ aftermath ] t. zegras

paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours

warning(s) : injury, some angst

author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me

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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.

Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.

Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.

Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.

She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.

The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.

Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.

She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.

Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.

After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.

Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.

Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.

Either way, she’s about to find out.

After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.

It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.

Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.

"Trev," she pouts.

He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.

"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."

(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."

"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."

She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.

"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."

(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."

He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"

"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"

"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."

That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.

She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.

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ENCHANTED — JAMIE DRYSDALE

jamie drysdale x hughes!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n meets Jamie on a boring night and becomes completely enchanted with him

notes: this is my first time ever writing for Jamie, so bear with me! (4k words, precisely.)

this wasn’t where i wanted to spend my night.

after two years in Anaheim, i thought i had successfully avoided my brother’s best friend dragging me to parties or nights out.

i always had an excuse handy.

“sorry Trevor, i have a big test. i gotta study.”

“i have major cramps, sorry Trev.”

“i have study group, sorry!”

“sorry Trevor, i have a shift at the campus store!”

that last one came back to bite me in the ass after Trevor had mentioned it to Jack and my loving brother outed me on the fact that i don’t even have a job.

that’s what got me here. finally conned into being Trevor’s friendly plus-one to John Gibson’s end-of-the-season party. despite the fact that i was telling the truth this time when i said i had to study for finals.

Trevor had pulled some pouty puppy face over facetime, reminded me that i lied to him last time, and even pulled out the “i just wanna hang out with you, mini Hughes. i never get to see you, even though we live in the same city. you may as well be as far away as Jack.”

and just like that, i was putty in his hands. i agreed to accompany, only on the agreement that he wouldn’t leave me alone when we got here. and he hasn’t, so far.

he stands next to me, an arm leant against my shoulder, as he chats with Troy Terry.

“this is y/n Hughes, my itty bitty best buddy!” his speech is slightly slurred, already significantly buzzed, but not quite drunk yet.

“you gotta stop calling me that.” i roll my eyes. “i’m not fourteen and 5’3 anymore.”

“but you’re still not my height,” he laughs, ruffling my hair. “so it stays.”

i send Troy a pleading glance and his head tips back in laughter.

“so, you’re Quinn, Jack, and Luke’s sister?” Troy asks.

“yeah, i’m between Jack and Luke.” i explain and he nods, making a comment about how hard it must be being the only girl.

“where’s Jamie, Trevor? thought he would’ve driven with you.” Troy questions, and i’m grateful for the change of subject.

i love my brothers, but they’re all anyone ever wants to talk about. i’m my own person, my life doesn’t revolve around them.

“nah, i picked this one up, so Jamie’s driving on his own. he should be here soon though.”

i zone out as the conversation shifts to their off-season plans, forcing a laugh whenever Trevor tells a horrendous joke, and faking a smile when he mentions that he’ll be coming to my brothers lake house.

but eventually i get bored, instead turning my head to look around the crowded house.

i recognize a few people from the Ducks games i’ve watched or attended. John Gibson, the goalie. Mason McTavish, the young center.

but then i see him.

dark hair and blue eyes contrast against pale skin. even from across the room, i can see the freckles that litter across his nose and cheekbones. his gaze shifts around the room, and when it settles on where i am, he seems to let out a relieved sigh, making his way over.

my body tenses, my posture becoming straighter, and as i push my shoulders back slightly, i accidentally knock Trevor’s arm off. but he doesn’t seem to notice, a large goofy smile breaking out across his face as he cheers.

“Jimbo! you made it!”

a blush rises to the gorgeous boy’s cheeks, huffing out an awkward chuckle. it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

“Jimmy, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jamie!” Trevor introduces us and realization settles over me.

this is Jamie? Trevor’s best friend and roommate in California?

he reminds me of a disney prince. his eyes meet mine, wonder shining amongst them.

“have we met? you seem kinda familiar.” his voice reminds me of daylight breaking amongst gray clouds. warmth and security flowing throughout my body.

but before i can respond, Trevor butts his way in again.

“i’m gonna go get another drink! i’ll be back.”

Trevor pushes his way between us, heading off toward the kitchen, and Jamie laughs again.

“so, how drunk is he?” Jamie questions, his head nodding towards where Trevor disappeared.

“well, about ten minutes ago, he was singing me the mighty ducks theme song.” i explain and Jamie nods in understanding.

“got it. so, he’s sober.” he remarks and i let out a giggle.

“yeah,” i drag out. “there really isn’t much of a difference between sober and drunk Trevor, is there?”

“not when he’s as wild drunk as he is sober.” Jamie jokes, and i hum in agreement.

“so, you’re the infamous Jamie Drysdale?” i raise an eyebrow, watching as his cheeks turn pink.

“oh god, he talks about me?” he laughs and i nod.

“you’ve been mentioned a few times.” i confirm. “all good things, of course.”

Jamie and i stand in that same spot almost all night, eventually moving to the couch when we realize that Trevor isn’t coming back.

“so, you’re a student at… Chapman?” he gathers.

“yeah, i’m about to end my junior year. one year online during the pandemic, and two years on campus here.” i explain and he nods his head in understanding, taking a sip of his soda.

“what’s your major?”

“broadcast journalism. my main focus is sports entertainment.” he nods again before his nose scrunches in confusion, his eyebrows pulling together.

“and you’ve known Trevor this whole time?” i hum out in agreement. “how have we never met until now?”

“okay, don’t judge me.” i preface, making him chuckle, but agree. “i’m not much of a party person. i prefer to stay in my dorm and watch movies. so, i always make up an excuse to get out of coming to parties with Trevor.”

his head tips back in laughter, causing a rush of heat to spread across my face, but at the sight of my blush, he shakes his head.

“wait, no! no! i’m not laughing at you, i swear! i’m laughing because i do the same thing.” his words are spoken through broken laughter, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“really? you’re his roommate!”

“that doesn’t mean i love partying!” he defends himself. “i’m more introverted. quieter than Z. a lot of people wonder why we’re friends, but, we balance each other out.”

he shrugs and i tilt my head, squinting my eyes.

“hm, yeah, i could see that.” i admit. “my best friend and i are the same way. she’s a lot like Trevor.”

as the words leave my mouth, my face drops; my eyes wide, my lips parted in horror.

“oh god, she’s like Trevor.” Jamie’s entire body folds in laughter, his face turning bright red as his hand lands on my knee, sending sparks up my leg.

he looks so carefree and happy, i can’t help but sneak a picture.

“so, neither of us like parties,” Jamie starts, once he’s finally calmed down from laughing at my horror. “and Trevor has left us, and i doubt he’s coming back.”

“definitely not. that boy has the attention span of a goldfish.” i joke and Jamie agrees.

“so why don’t we get out of here?” he asks. my lips part, blood rushing to my cheeks, but before i can speak, he cuts me off. “wait, not like that. that came out wrong! what i mean is, i could really go for some food. and maybe getting out of this crowded house.”

“oh- yeah.” i nod, sliding my phone in my pocket. “yeah, that sounds great.”

“great!” he rises from the couch, holding his hand out for me to take; and i do, slipping my hand into his larger, more calloused hold.

he pulls me up from the couch, his grip never faltering as we exit the house with an irish goodbye and head to his car.

he opens the passenger door, finally dropping my hand to allow me to slide in, but i catch his hand flex in my peripheral vision and despite my now cold hand, my heart races in my chest. did i just get my own pride and prejudice moment?

“do you have any special requests on where to eat?” he questions as he starts the car.

“um, no.” i shrug. “anywhere with chicken tenders is fine with me.”

he laughs. “then i know just the place.”

the ride is made in a comfortable silence after that. nothing but the sound of country music flowing through the radio.

Jamie pulls into a diner parking lot, mostly empty due to the late timing, and we head inside, taking a seat in a booth towards the middle of the establishment.

“your chicken tenders, await.” he grins, pointing out the item on the laminated menu, slightly sticky with syrup.

“hey, don’t knock the chicken tenders. they’re an important food group.” i stick out my lip in a fake pout and he chuckles.

“yeah, if you’re ten.”

“oh yeah, well what are you gonna get? a burger?” he opens his mouth to defend himself, but as i raise a brow, he chooses to stay silent, letting out a ‘hmph’

“that’s what i thought.” i grin in triumph as a waitress stops by to take our orders. as soon as she leaves, my phone buzzes in my pocket and i slide it out, huffing a laugh at the text.

***

from: quack-quack 🦆

yo, where’d u go?! u disappeared on me!

***

i show the text to Jamie, who laughs as well.

“guess he did try to come back to us.” he shrugs.

“yeah, three hours after he left us!” i giggle, holding my phone up to take a picture of Jamie, who smiles, his arms crossed on the table.

the photo is the only response Trevor gets, but barely 5 minutes later, interrupting Jamie and i’s heavy debate on which Star Wars movie is the best, i get another text.

***

from: jacky ♥️🖤

why is Z telling me you’re out with a guy? at 11:30 at night?? y/n, go home. now. it’s unsafe and i can’t believe you’re being so reckless. i’ll deal with this in the morning.

***

i roll my eyes, choosing to ignore the text and slip my phone back into my pocket.

“Trevor again?” Jamie asks but i shake my head.

“no, worse. my brother.” i explain as our food arrives.

i smile over at the waitress, muttering out a ‘thank you’ before she retreats.

“you have a brother?” he speaks up as i take a bite of chicken and i nod.

“i have three.” i don’t give him any more information than that. if he’s unaware of who my brothers are, then i don’t want to tell him. not tonight, at least.

“oh damn.” he blows out a breath, his eyes widening. “i have a brother, but i can’t imagine having three. and being the only girl?”

“yeah, they’re pretty protective.”

“do they live here?” he asks, and it feels nice; being able to talk about my family without someone already knowing who they are and pretty much everything about them.

“no.” i shake my head. “one lives in canada, the other two on the east coast.”

he ask me more questions about my family, and i try to keep my answers as vague as possible, while still not being too vague that he thinks i don’t wanna talk about them.

for every question i answer, he gives me a fact about his own family, until the conversation shifts to jobs.

“well obviously you know i’m a hockey player.” he says as i push my now-empty plate away. “do you work?”

“not right now.” i tell him. “i’m focused on school at the moment. i got a full-ride scholarship, because of my grades, so i don’t have to pay for my tuition, and my parents pay for my dorm.

“but because they don’t have to pay for my tuition, they send me a monthly allowance from my college fund so that i don’t have to work and i can focus on my schooling.”

he follows along as i explain, maintaining eye contact.

“that’s cool. it’s good, that you get to focus on your grades.” i yawn as he finishes speaking, attempting to cover it, but he catches on. “oh shit, are you tired?”

“i- just a little bit.” i wince, hoping he doesn’t think i found him boring or anything.

“i can drop you off at your dorm, if you want. i know Trevor picked you up”

i nod as he motions over to the waitress for the check.

“yes, please.” i give in. “i usually wouldn’t mind staying out all night with you, because i’m having a really good time, and you’re so funny and sweet. but, i need to sleep so i can study tomorrow. i have a final on Monday.”

Jamie pays, waving off my offer to pay for my own food, and we exit the diner, climbing back into his car.

the time on his dashboard reads one am and i internally cringe at the idea of having to sneak back into my dorm.

the drive is mainly quiet as i give him directions to my dorm, and i sigh as we pull up in front of the building.

“i had a lot of fun.” i turn to him with a small smile as i unbuckle my seatbelt. “thanks for making tonight a lot less boring, Jamie.”

“yeah, me too.” he nods, “thanks for saving me from drunk Trevor.”

i’m grateful for the darkness of the night sky as he leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek, thanking whatever higher being that he’s unable to see the pink twinge of my cheekbones.

i bid him a goodnight as i exit the car, looking back as i reach the door to the dormitory building, to see him waiting for me to get inside before he leaves. i wave another goodbye, him doing the same as i disappear into the brick building.

i’m blushing, grinning like a lovesick fool the entire elevator ride up to my dorm.

i wonder if he knows how enchanted i was by him. one night together and i’m already thinking about how i would introduce him to my family.

i tiptoe into the dorm room, quiet to try and avoid waking my best friend slash roommate, but my efforts go unappreciated as she’s already sitting up in her bed, waiting for me.

“how was it? were you miserable without me?” Brandy asks from her spot propped against her mountain of pillows. “i bet you were, right?”

but i’m quiet; my mind still stuck on Jamie. he was amazing. so kind, and funny. and he actually asked about me. he genuinely wanted to know about my family and friends, what i liked to do in my free time, and what i wanted to do with my degree.

“oh- i know that look.” Brandy squeals, hopping off her bed and disregarding my half-nakedness in the midst of getting changed into my pajamas, pulling me in for a hug. “who is he? what’s his name? where’s he from? does he have a hot brother?”

“Trevor’s roommate, Jamie, Canada, and he has a brother but i don’t know what he looks like.” i spill, my cheeks red and a wide grin on my lips.

you’d think i just told Brandy i won the lottery with the way she lets out an excited shriek, jumping up and down as i finish changing.

i leave her to get out her excitement as i go wash my face and brush my teeth, but when i’m back, she just seems even more excited.

“tell me all about him!” she demands, hopping back into her bed, turning to face mine as i crawl in and bury myself in my covers.

“he was enchanting.” i sigh, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. “he was so funny, and he was so sweet. we really clicked, Bran.

“we met at the party and spent hours just talking and getting to know each other. and then he took me to this diner, and we spent another hour and a half just talking about our lives. and he doesn’t know who my brothers are! i mean, he knows who they are, obviously, because he plays hockey, but he doesn’t know they’re my brothers.”

“oh sweet angel,” she sighs, and i turn my head to look at her. “you seem so happy.”

her eyes are soft, a gentle smile on her face.

“i am.” i tell her.

“are you gonna see him again?” she questions, laying down under her blankets.

“i don’t know, i—” my mood deflates, my face dropping as realization settles over me. “i didn’t get his number.”

“so ask Trevor for it.” she shrugs, as if it’s easy. and i guess for her, someone who doesn’t have crippling anxiety, it is.

“i can’t.” i shake my head. “that would be so embarrassing. i don’t want Trevor to know i’m interested in his friend. not yet.”

“you’ll see him again, sweet angel.” Brandy assures me, flicking off her lamp. “it’ll work out.”

the room goes dark and quiet, and a mere five minutes later, i can hear her snores fill the room. but i’m still awake.

i grab my phone from where it rests on my bedside table, unlocking it, i’m unsurprised to see it’s two am. i click into my photos app, swiping back and forth between the two pictures i took of Jamie tonight.

questions plague my thoughts.

does he have a girlfriend in canada?

who does he love?

when is he leaving, now that the season is over?

will i ever see him again?

please let this be the very first page of our story.

please don’t let this be where our storyline ends.

i turn off my phone, plugging it in and setting it back on my nightstand. his name echoes through my thoughts, and when i close my eyes, all i picture is him.

please don’t be in love with someone else.

please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

i drift into sleep, my dreams overridden by the same blue eyed, freckled boy that had taken over my mind.

*** TWO MONTHS LATER ***

it’s been months, but i still haven’t moved past that April night with Jamie.

i can be having a normal summer day, and yet some way or another, i’m reminded of the beautiful boy that i spent that night with.

sometimes it’s the blue of the lake water, which reminds me of his eyes. others it’s the color of my coffee in the morning, that reminds me of his hair.

it doesn’t help that nearly all of Trevor’s stories from the past season, include Jamie in some way.

it’s been months, and i still hope to every higher power, that i’ll see him again. that he’s single and hoping to see me too.

i’m sprawled across the couch, my head in my eldest brother’s lap as the guys play chel.

i was reading a book, but that’s been long abandoned; now closed and resting on my chest as i daydream about the freckled disney prince like boy from Anaheim.

“hey.” my trance is broken when Quinn pokes my cheek. i glance up at him, tearing my eyes away from their zoned out glare at the tv. “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.” i give him a small smile. “just wondering where Trevor is and if he can stay there. it’s so quiet.”

Quinn laughs, zoning back into the tv screen as a new game starts between Jack and Cole.

“he went to-” Quinn is cut off by the front door opening and Trevor’s loud voice echoing throughout the house.

“honey, i’m home!” Trevor calls out and Quinn and i share an exasperated glance. “and i brought a guest!”

my brows furrow together at his statement, listening to the two pairs of footsteps that get closer to the living room.

“guys, this is Jamie. you know him from… playing against him.”

my eyes go wide, my head snapping up as i quickly raise myself to a sitting position, accidentally kicking Jack in the groin from my feet having been in his lap.

Jack lets out a groan, doubling over, while Cole laughs and takes that as his chance to score a goal on him in the video game.

“Jimbo, this is Cole, Alex, Quinn, and Jack, who looks like his appendix burst.” Trevor introduces and Jack coughs, holding up his middle finger at his best friend. “and you already know y/n.”

at the mention of my name and the flick of Trevor’s finger towards me, Jamie’s eyes snap to me, a smile on his face.

“hi.” i grin, shuffling to my knees on the couch.

“hey, i’m glad to see you again. i didn’t know you would be here.” Jamie’s eyes light up, crinkling as his smile gets brighter.

“it’s her brothers’ house Jimmy, of course she’ll be here.” Trevor laughs, slapping Jamie’s back, whose eyes go wide as he realizes.

“oh- these are your brothers? you didn’t say they played hockey.” Jamie chuckles awkwardly.

“what?” Jack huffs from behind me. “not only have you met him? but you didn’t tell him about your dear old brothers?”

Jack wraps an arm around the front of my shoulders, pulling me back into him and ruffling my hair.

“get off me, jackass!” i break free from his hold, making him laugh. “i didn’t tell him who you are, but i did tell him how annoying you are.”

Jack gasps in mock offense, reaching out for me, but i clamber into Quinn’s lap.

“keep him away, Quinny!” i shriek, making all the guys laugh.

“Jack, leave her alone.” Quinn chuckles and Jack slumps back on his seat, rolling his eyes.

“you two are no fun.”

“hey mini Hughes?” Trevor starts, plopping down into the seat beside Jack. “you mind showing Jimmy to the empty room? i wanna beat Cole’s ass at chel.”

“sure.” i rise from Quinn’s lap, sending a smile towards Jamie as i motion for him to follow me. he picks up his suitcase, shuffling behind me through the house and up the stairs until i lead him into the empty room beside mine.

“here ya go. your room for the… however long you’re here.” he chuckles at my words, setting his suitcase down on the bed before he turns to me.

“ya know, i was hoping i’d see you again.” he confesses, my cheeks turning pink.

“yeah?” he nods, “me too.”

“i was enchanted to meet you that night.” his hand grabs ahold of mine, lacing our fingers together. “and then i realized i didn’t get your number, and it felt too weird to get it from Trevor. so, i was really hoping i would run into you next season, but here you are now.”

“here i am.” i bite my lip, glancing down at his lips before back at his eyes.

“would you wanna go out while i’m here?” he asks shyly. “like, on a real date?”

“i would love that, Jamie.” i take the chance while i feel bold, wrapping my arms around his neck, his following suit and coiling around my waist.

“yeah?” he replies giddily, his voice filled with excitement and nerves.

“yeah. i’d love that a lot.” his eyes flicker down to my lips before his tongue darts out to wet his own.

“hey, Jamie?” my words earn me a distracted hum in return. “you finally gonna kiss me now?”

“oh yeah.” he nods, causing me to giggle.

his head dips down, our noses brushing as his lips finally press against mine. my entire body melts into his, my hands cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. our lips fit together perfectly, fire spreading throughout my body at the feeling.

and all i can think, is how enchanting this feeling is.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

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Cleo: I'd just like to hang out with everybody, that'd be cool. Joe: It was cool! Yeah, like, I really enjoyed hanging out with uh, getting to know Skizz better? Um, cause even though I had met him-- Cleo: Oh, Skizz-- Joe: --at Anaheim Minecon, like, we didn't really talk that much back then, you know--I didn't really know him, y'know. So it was great getting to spend more time with him, uhm, yeah. Like-- Cleo: Skizz is-- Joe: Tango is a really--oh, go on Cleo: I was going, like, Skizz is one of the people I want to meet like, most. Because he's just adorable. He's just adorable, and he's just so...uh, he's--he's really not like--like, we hung out in the Life series and he's just so nice to everyone? And like, its just sort of like, he's infectious-- Joe: Yeah. Cleo: That's how I feel about him, and he's the person I want to meet the most, I think. Joe: Yeah. Cleo: So. And that's weird, because I've known a lot of the people like, more time than I've known Skizz.

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my man | joe burrow

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i can not sleep and this is what i came up with so enjoy 🥰

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A/N I’m … back ??

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𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

summary: in which your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend’s younger brother

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

warnings: none (i think), not proofread,  

pairing: luke hughes x y/n zegras (lemon au)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: first part!! i was going to make this way longer at first, but i thought this would be enough for just the first part, kinda roll into things and the fics would become longer and longer every time. hope you enjoy !

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-EARLY MARCH '23-

“Y/N! Hurry up!” Your oldest brother, Trevor, called out. You let out groan before answering him. 

“You said 7:30, it’s 7:20. Calm down!” You yelled, rolling your eyes slightly as you slipped your shoes on. You were currently in Anaheim visiting your brother during your spring break of your freshman year of college, and the two were about to head out to drive around the city and grab something to eat. 

“Finally.” Trevor said as you walked down the stairs, Jamie laughing from his place on the couch in the living room. 

“You’re so dramatic, it’s actually insane.” You whispered before biding your goodbyes to the Canadian boy and heading outside the house, your brother following behind you. 

“So, what’s been up with you?” Trevor asked a couple of minutes later, the two of you now on the road as music played through the speaker. “How’s college? Is Umich everything everyone talks about?”

“Good, everything’s good.” You answer simply, hoping he would start talking about something other than school. The main reason being that you had a boyfriend, one you hadn’t told him about yet since your relationship was still new. But also because said boyfriend was your brother’s best friend’s brother, Luke. The two of you had known each other ever since your brother’s played in the ntdp, but you were never really friends, only meeting a couple of times. 

That all changed when you started attending the University of Michigan the previous fall, and suddenly Luke was every. You kept seeing him everytime you went and left class, football games, and just around campus in general, but no words were ever exchanged, just small smiles. 

But that all changed one night in early november, your sophomore friends, who you meet in your dorm building, wanting to introduce you to some of her friends, most of which happened to be in the hockey. So, you eventually found yourself sitting in the sophomore’s home, most of their friends also present. Thankfully, you had met your friend’s other girl friends before so it wasn’t too awkward, but you were the only freshman there, and they all had a special bond that you didn’t have with any of them. 

Eventually you had stepped outside, sitting on the stairs of the porch to take some air. You were all alone with your thoughts until someone joined, the only familiar face you had seen that night. The two of you then started talking about everything and anything, school, your brothers, hockey, and after that night, the rest was history. 

Luke asked you out on a date about three weeks later, talking everyday, meeting up during the weekends to work on homework together, going for coffee, just hanging out in his room, and much more. You had slowly became friends with the rest of his roommates, Dylan being around the most since he and Luke knew each other the most. 

Now, of course your brothers knew that the two of you were friends, something that made all three of them very happy. But the both of you weren’t sure how’d they react when they’d find out, so for now, that was a detail neither of you tought was important to mention. 

“How’s Luke, I haven’t talked to him in a while?” 

“He’s good, busy with hockey and all.” You answered dryly, making Trevor send you a weird look, but he decided to just shrug it off. “We don’t actually like talk that much and stuff, you know, just like casual hello’s and small talks around campus.” 

“Really? ‘Cause that’s not what Jack told me.” Your brother said, making you scoff a little. 

“Okay, we haven’t talked that much recently.” You justified, mentally cursing yourself for even bringing that up in the first place. Trevor shot you another glance before changing the subject, now talking about what you guys should get for dinner, something you were grateful for. 

Later that evening, you were sitting on the couch in Trevor and Jamie’s living room, both boys seated on either side of you. A random show they had been obsessed with recently playing on the tv as you texted Luke. 

“You’re not even paying attention.” Trevor groaned as he looked over at you, wanting to see your reaction to what had just happened in the show, only to find you grinning at your phone. His voice made you look up at him, bitting your lips as you closed your phone and let it drop on your lap. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled before once again trying to understand what was even happening in the show. You didn’t understand what they both found so interesting in it, so you decided to go grab a glass water quickly, leaving your phone on the couch right next to your brother. 

Back in Ann Arbor, Luke was laying in his bed, his eyes half opened as his fingers ran over his keyboard. All of his other roommates fast asleep in their room since they had an early morning practice the next day. A frown formed on his face as his last text was left on read, your grey bubble disappearing. 

Lemon 😚💕

Babe? 

He sent, bitting his lips as he waited for you to open his message. 

Meanwhile, the sound of your phone dinging made Trevor’s eyes look over at it, he was never one to snoop around your phone, but the nickname caught his eyes. Who on earth was lemon, and why was he calling you babe? He resisted the urge to open your phone and look at the message, instead waiting until later to ask you about it. 

“Who’s lemon?” He asked almost an hour later, the two of you being alone in the living as Jamie had gone to be a couple of minutes earlier. His words made your eyes grow wide as you turned to look at him, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Lemon?” You asked him, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Yeah, lemon.” 

“Lemons are fruits, Trev, didn’t know you were that dumb.” You shrugged off, your heartbeat getting quicker and quicker by the second. 

“Oh, so fruits have phone now, and one of them is texting you calling you babe? That’s crazy, first I’ve heard of that being possible.” He said with a smirk as you bit your lips. Just as you were about to say something else, your phone starting ringing, lemon being the one to call you. Your phone was now on the coffee table in front of the couch, you looked over at your brother and before you even had time to reach for it, Trevor grabbed it and answered the call. 

“Hello?” He said, and a gasp echoed from the speaker of the phone. “Hello?” Trevor repeated, getting a little agitated. 

“Trevor?” Luke asked confused, and at the same moment, your brother’s face fell as he looked over at you. 

“Hey, Lemon.” Trevor said with a smirk, another gasp from Luke was heard before the boy hung up the phone, making your brother scoff. He threw the phone at you before looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite understand. 

“You’re dating Luke?” He asked, and this time, it was your turn to scoff. You weren’t ready for Trevor to find out about your relationship, or at least not like this, and you were ready to lie as much as you need to. 

“Please, you’re being delusional, Trev. Me and Luke? Never, he’s like… he’s like a brother to me.” You said, trying your best to look as relaxed and composed as you could. But Trevor didn’t believe, he was in no mean the smartest man on the planet, but he wasn’t the dumbest either. 

“Right, and I am guess you’re like a sister to him?” He asked and you were quick to nod. “So, should I start calling you babe too or?” 

“Babe? You think Luke called me babe? You must’ve misread whatever it was that you saw.” 

“Sure I did, Y/N/N, sure.” He smirked before focusing back on the TV. You weren’t sure if he believed you or not, but that didn’t matter at the moment, as long as the two of you didn’t talk about it anymore, you didn’t mind what he believed. 

“Does he treat you good?” He asked after a couple of minutes of not so comfortable silence, making you let out a groan. 

“Trev, Luke and I aren’t―” 

“Y/N/N, don’t lie to me, okay? I am not that stupid. Luke’s a good guy, if he makes you happy then I don’t care. You’re eighteen, you can make your own decisions, but I swear if he ever hurts you in anyway I’ll―” 

“He won’t. He’s not like that, Trev, and you know it. He brings spiders outside instead of killing them, he’s a munchkin.” You explained, making Trevor roll his eyes. After that, the subject was drop, and it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You wouldn’t have to hid anymore, well at least no in front of your brother. 

~

“Hi.” You spoke as you answered the incoming phone call from your boyfriend the next morning. It was almost 10, meaning Trevor had left for practice, and Jamie was probably still in bed. 

“I am sorry.” Luke said straight away, his voice shaky a bit. His tone and words made you laugh a little before letting yourself fall backwards from your sideways laying position, your back now resting against the soft mattress in the guest room of your brother’s shared home with his best friend. 

“Lulu, calm down. He’s fine with it. Threaten to beat you up if you hurt me, but other than that, he doesn’t mind.” You explained, recalling your talk with your eldest brother the previous night. A loud sigh echoed through your phone from Luke, making you giggle a bit. 

“So, I won’t have to go into hiding when he comes during the summer?” The youngest hughes questions, making you giggle once more. 

“You’re so dramatic, bubs.” You laughed. On the other end of the line, Luke was sitting in his car, one that he was finally able to use since he now lived in a house and had a place to park, unlike the previous year, their practice finishing mere minutes before. He had a soft smile on his face as your laugh rang through his ears, a sound he loved so much. 

“I miss you.” He stated as your laughter died down, a smile of your own appearing on your face. 

“I miss you, too, lemon.”

[hockey-fics]

Hard to Forget ~ Trevor Zegras (and Jack Hughes)

Summary: You had a history with Trevor but it was a history you had worked hard to forget. But forgetting it becomes even harder when a new person finds their way into the middle.

Word Count: ~ 11,800

Warnings: drinking, jealousy, language, smut

You knew it would be a chaotic week, from the moment Trevor brought it up you knew that. But the reasons you thought it would be chaotic for were not exactly what they turned out to be. A week, one large secluded cabin on a lake and a handful of 20-somethings. It was really just a recipe for disaster.

But when Trevor asked if you wanted to come it didn’t take any consideration before saying yes. Trevor. You met Trevor in university, in your first year and his only year. You met in First-Year Writing Seminar, a class full of other nervous first-year students. 

You had completely expected to sit silently beside some other student for the entire year. But Trevor had plopped himself down right beside you, immediately striking up a conversation. You exchanged numbers that day, under the guise of meeting up to study together. But studying together rarely happened. Sure, the first time you hung out outside of class was supposed to be to study, but instead you spent 4 hours talking and laughing together at a table tucked away in the corner of Starbucks.

From that point on you rarely went a few days without seeing each other. He would drag you to parties you didn’t want to go to but would inevitably have a great time at. You would convince him that he did in fact need to study for his exams even though he was just at BU to play hockey. He would come back to your dorm after class and spend the entire afternoon distracting you from your own studying. You would go to almost all of his games that he had at Agganis Arena, even when your friends were begging you to stop spending so many weekend evenings at the arena. 

But there was one night in the midst of your friendship with Trevor that was different. You went with Trevor to a party at an apartment that you had never been to before, still to this day not knowing who lived there. When people began to trickle out late into the night Trevor offered to walk you home. It was only a ten minute walk back to your dorm but you took him up on the offer. When you got there you invited him in, drunken giggling and hushing each other till you were behind the privacy of your bedroom door. You flopped onto your bed, head spinning with alcohol as you stared at the ceiling. Trevor joined you a second later with a mutual understanding of your shared intoxication. You don’t even know how it happened or who initiated it. But it wasn’t long before you were laying next to each other on the small bed, bodies naked, flushed and sweaty, breathing heavily. 

When you woke up the next morning, nearly on top of Trevor, you knew a discussion needed to be had. So you asked Trevor what it meant, what he wanted, where things were going to go. And he told you that it didn’t mean anything, that he just wanted to forget about it and keep things the way they were. It hurt. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, so you didn’t admit it. You pretended you were fine with that and you did just what he requested. So you two spent the rest of the year being just friends again. And when he moved to Anaheim it was easier to do that. Because you didn’t talk as often and when you did you had so much to catch up on that you weren’t tempted to turn every silence in a conversation into a conversation about what happened that night. You did stay close with Trevor though. Both of you would take little trips here and there to see each other, keeping in touch through an endless stream of texts and many FaceTime calls. 

So when Trevor invited you on the trip of course you jumped at the opportunity. Because you missed him. Because maybe you were still in love with him. Because truthfully, you would do anything to spend even a little more time with.

You had to fly in to go to the cabin, something that Trevor financially helped you with despite your many protests. He picked you up from the airport, packing your bags into his rental car before the two of you went to the grocery store and the liquor store to stock up for the week. 

Before you knew it you were on your way to the cabin, an hour and a half out of the city. You had claimed AUX, knowing exactly what Trevor would play if you didn’t and wanting a little variety. 

“Who is this?” Trevor asks, glancing over to you in his passenger’s seat. You had one leg tucked underneath you, windows open, hair tousling around your face. 

“You wouldn’t know him,” you tease with a playful smile. 

“Oh-kay,” Trevor says, drawing out the word. “You’re so cool, I get it.”

Giggling you twist your body towards him, barely able to take your eyes off him. You knew you were still into him. You always had been. But you were supposed to just forget it, you had heard that loud and clear. “Well I’m glad you can admit how cool I am.”

“At least you’re not singing,” Trevor jokes, glancing over at you with a smirk. 

“Yet,” you chime in, giggling as you scroll through your Spotify playlist. Now you had to look for a song you could sing at the top of your lungs after that comment. And you do, blasting Cruel Summer, singing loudly with every word of the song engrained deeply in your brain. Of course you noticed the occasional glance from Trevor, taking his eyes off the road just long enough to take in your performance, his lips never dropping from that same intoxicating smile that made you fall for him so long ago.

The energy in that Budget Rental SUV doesn’t drop for the entirety of the drive, even managing to get Trevor to join in your karaoke session for a few songs here and there. When he turns off the car in the driveway of the massive vacation cottage it quickly hits you that you were no longer in the presence of broke college students. After dragging your stuff inside you’re met with an onslaught of people you had mostly only heard about. The round of introductions ends with Jack who quickly swoops in to pick your bags up off the ground for you. 

“You two weren’t early enough to claim one of the nice rooms,” Jack states, leading the way across the living room towards the stairs. 

“One room?” you whisper, looking behind you as Trevor drags his own bag along with him. 

“I, um…yeah, I hope…is that okay?” Trevor asks, hanging back at the bottom of the stairs as Jack continues on with your bag. “I’m sure I can just sleep on the couch down here if it’s not, I don’t think anyone has claimed that yet.”

“No, no…I mean, yeah, that’s fine,” you stammer, quickly turning around to scurry up the stairs before Trevor could see the ways your cheeks were flushing. 

In the bedroom you watch Jack set your bags down, stepping back towards the door. When your eyes lock with his you’re immediately struck with something deep inside you. “We were going to head down to to the lake and go swimming in a bit if you guys are down,” Jack tells you, his eyes locked on yours for a length of time that makes your heart flutter. 

“Sure, yeah,” Trevor states loudly. “We’ll be down in a bit, thanks, man.”

You watch Jack leave the room, closing the door on his way out, before you look back at Trevor. “Well I didn’t realize all your friends are just as hot as you,” you joke, pulling your suitcase up onto the bed to find a bathing suit. 

“Relax,” Trevor mutters, shaking his head. “Are you going to be like this for the whole week?”

“Like what?” you ask, pulling a red bikini out of your suitcase. 

“So fucking horny.”

Your eyes widen as you look over at Trevor. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter. “I’m not ‘so fucking horny’…calm down.” Turning around you walk to the door, yanking it open. 

“Where are you going?” Trevor asks before you can get out through the door. 

Turning around you look back over at him, rolling your eyes. “To fuck all of your friends because I’m so fucking horny,” you state sarcastically. “I’m going to find a bathroom to change in,” you tell him honestly, lifting the bikini in your hand for emphasis. 

Trevor simply shakes his head, letting you leave without further comment. After changing into your bikini you pull your shorts back on, already feeling a little too exposed without your shirt. Making your way back to the bedroom you push the door open, finding the room empty. 

Sighing you toss your shirt down onto the bed, picking up one of the beach towels you had packed before hurrying down the stairs. You find Trevor in the midst of a conversation, hanging back as you watch him for a few seconds. 

Jack turns his head away from the conversation, eyes locking with yours. You watch his eyes linger on you for a bit before shifting to the side, nodding for you to come join the conversation. 

“Do you want a drink or anything?” Jack asks you as you step closer to him. 

“We, um, we brought some stuff,” you stammer, unsure why you were suddenly feeling so shy and nervous. 

Jack nods, glancing over to the fridge and then back to you, realizing Trevor must have put the drinks in the fridge while you were changing.. “No pressure but we’ve all been drinking for awhile.”

Laughing under your breath you look over at Trevor, his hands still empty. Extending your hand you set it on his arm, catching his attention. “Want me to grab you a drink?”

Trevor’s eyes land on you for the first time since you got down there and you watch them slide down your body, pausing on your chest for a second longer than you would have expected. “I, uh…yeah, sure.”

Slipping out of the circle of conversation you head around the island in the kitchen to the fridge. Pulling a cooler out for yourself you grab one of Trevor’s bottles of beer. Spinning around you begin pulling drawers open, digging through them in search of a bottle opener. 

Jack is at your side by the time you get the third drawer open. “Looking for a bottle opener?” Jack asks. 

“Yeah, do you have one?”

“No,” Jack says, pulling the bottle from your hand. You watch him line the edge of the bottle lid up with the counter, slamming the palm of his hand onto the top of it. The lid pops off easily, digging into the laminate countertops. 

Giggling you point to the tiny little marks left on the edge of the counter. “Guess you’re paying the damage deposit on this place,” you tease. 

Jack shrugs, setting the open bottle down on the counter between you and him. “Not a problem.”

“Oh, I bet it’s not,” you reply with a laugh. “I’ve heard about that contact of yours.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head as he stares down at the counter. “Yeah? Was it Z bitching about it?”

Giggling you slide your hand across the counter, wrapping it around the bottle of beer. “I think he’s pretty set himself.” Turning around you head back out of the kitchen, handing the bottle for beer to Trevor. “Is that okay?”

Trevor take the bottle, wrapping his arm around his your shoulders. “Of course, thank you.”

A moment later the group progresses out from the house down to the beach. You drop your towel onto the ground before shimmying yourself out of your shorts, kicking off your shoes. Looking over you see Trevor standing inches from the water and you hurry over to his side. “Is it cold?”

“It’s not bad,” Trevor says as he steps into the water, letting the gentle waves lap against his legs. 

Leaning down you run your hands through the water, a shiver running down your spine. “That’s a lie,” you state, standing up next to him. 

“You’re just wimpy,” Trevor teases, stepping around you and heading towards the dock that stretched out over the lake. 

Reaching over you attempt to playfully swat his arm, your fingers barely brushing against him as he steps around you. “I am not,” you state, following after him onto the dock. 

“No?” Trevor asks with a playful smirk that makes you instinctively step back away from him. 

You watch him step closer, his hands stretched out in front of him and you try to grab them, not knowing where he was going. “No,” you giggle, backing away as Trevor gets closer. “Trevor, I’m serious, whatever you’re about to do…don’t.”

Despite your pleading Trevor has his hands on you a second later, scooping you up into his arms, holding you against him as he walks towards the end of the dock. “I swear to God,” you mutter, squirming in his arms. “Trev, if I’m going in you’re coming with me.”

“I doubt that,” Trevor chuckles, stepping to the edge of the dock. You feel him stepping back, building up momentum and you quickly wrap your arms around him. 

Just as you had said you drag Trevor down into the lake with you as you plummet below the surface of the cool water. Quickly orienting yourself you emerge from the water, inhaling a sharp breath of air. “You’re such an asshole,” you exclaim, grasping onto Trevor’s shoulders, trying your hardest to push him back under. 

“What? Are you trying to drown me?” Trevor asks, easily keeping himself afloat as his hands find your hips under the surface of the water, pulling you into him. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, not knowing how else to handle the way he was pulling you into him. “Maybe,” you hum, giggling quietly, arms resting over Trevor’s shoulders. “It’s only fair after you tried to do it to me.”

“I wouldn’t let you drown. I’d save you.”

“Okay, Hasselhoff,” you tease. 

Before you have a chance to say anything more you hear someone yelling from the beach, asking if the water was okay. Looking over your shoulder you see Cole standing a few feet away from the threat of the cold water. “No,” you call to him. “But Trev will be right there to make you get in any way.”

Looking back to Trevor you clamber about his body, till you were on his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs around his torso. “You made me get in, you’re taking me out,” you giggle. 

“Of course, your highness,” Trevor says, swimming back towards the shore. 

As Trevor gets further out of the water you let one leg go to stand up, feeling Trevor’s hand slip under your knee, keeping your leg around him. “I swear to god, Trev, if you throw me back into the water I’m hitchhiking back to the airport.”

Trevor chuckles, carrying you to where you had left your towel, crouching down till your legs hit the ground. “I’m not that mean.”

“Yes, you are,” you giggle, fixing your towel before sitting down onto it, leaning back on your arms. “Now go get Cole into the water.”

“It’s been like six hours, are you sick of me already?”

“Yes,” you joke, leaning back onto your elbows, letting the hot sun dry your skin. 

Trevor shakes his head, taking a step away from. “Remember that when you’re six drinks in and you won’t let me out of your sight.”

Rolling your eyes you reach over, picking up your drink at the reminder of the drinking aspect of this trip. “Shut up,” you tell him, taking a sip of your drink. “That was like three years ago.”

“We’ll see,” Trevor chuckles, heading down the beach towards the group standing along the shoreline, drinks in everyones hand as they stare at the water.

You’re not alone for more than a few minutes before Jack is sinking into the sand next to you. “You’re not what I expected,” he tells you. 

“What did you expect?” you ask, glancing over at him. 

“I-,” Jack begins, cutting himself off with a chuckle. “I don’t really know.”

“Well at least tell me if I’m better or worse than you expected.”

“Better,” Jack states without a second of hesitation. “Definitely better,” he breathes out. 

“Well I’m glad to hear that,” you tell him, looking down at his empty hands. “Where’s your drink?”

“Empty,” Jack tells you with a shrug. 

“You know, I think there’s a pretty easy solution to that issue.”

“And what’s that?” Jack jokes. 

Pulling yourself to your feet you reach down, taking Jack’s hand and doing your best to yank him up to his feet. “I’m sure I can finish this one by the time we get inside,” you tell him, tipping your can back to take another large gulp of your drink. 

“Impressive,” Jack laughs, waiting for you before heading back up the beach to the house. The air inside it cool, sending a shiver down your spine as you make your way to the kitchen, finding the bag for empty cans before tossing yours in there. “What are you drinking?” Jack asks, standing in front of the open fridge. 

“The vodka sodas,” you admit with a laugh. 

“Makes sense,” Jack teases, grabbing one for you before taking one of his own drinks for himself. 

“Do you want a shot?” you ask, looking over at the bottle of vodka you and Trevor had brought up. 

Jack’s eyes dart to the time on the stove, chuckling as he looks back to you. “It’s six pm.”

“Isn’t five the acceptable drinking time or whatever? Nobody said what type of drink it has to be.”

Jack hesitates, staring down at the bottle of vodka for a second before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

Quickly you grab the vodka and a couple shot glasses, not giving Jack time to back out. Pouring them you slide one towards him, picking your own up. With a quick cheers and tap to the table you throw the shot back, the burning making its way to your stomach as you chase it with your drink. 

“Fuck,” Jack winces, laughing as he takes a swig of his beer. “That’s awful.”

Giggling you put the bottle back, picking up the one beside it. “How do you feel about tequila?” 

“Not much better,” Jack admits with a chuckle. “But I can handle it.”

“Of course you can,” you laugh, setting the bottle down in front of him. “Cause there’s nothing you can’t handle, right?” you tease.

“You want me to do one right now?” Jack asks, eyes shifting nervously to the bottle. 

“I want us to do one right now…I mean, if there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

Jack chuckles, a groan following seconds later. “Fine.”

You pour two shots, reaching over and grabbing Jack’s hand as he reaches for the shot. “Wait, I was joking around, I really don’t want to pressure you into doing this if you don’t want to.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow, lips curling into a smile. “You’re cute,” he comments, glancing down at the counter. “But no, I want to.”

You can feel your cheeks warming and you’re fairly certain it wasn’t from the shot you had just taken. Picking your glass up you go through the same routine, cheers, counter, lips. Wincing you take another large gulp of your drink followed by a deep breath. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it past nine,” you joke. 

“That’s not my fault, I came in here for one drink.” 

“You’re right, it’s not your fault. But it might be my fault if you don’t make it past nine.”

“You’re underestimating me.”

Rolling your eyes you lean back into the counter, looking up at Jack, standing in front of you. “Am I?”

Jack nods, his eyes transfixed on you in a way that made you both nervous and excited, your stomach filling with butterflies and your cheeks warm. “You’ll see,” Jack tells you. 

“I guess I will,” you whisper, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes barely breaking away from Jack’s gaze. 

“What’s going on in here?”

Looking over your shoulder you see Cole step inside, eyes narrowing as he closes the door behind him. 

“Do you want a shot?” 

“Of?” Cole asks, pulling the fridge open to grab himself a beer. 

“Vodka, tequila, I think we brought rum…whatever you’d like,” you tell him, watching him look back and forth between the two of you like you were luring him into a trap. 

“How many have you guys had already?” Cole asks, setting his beer down before grabbing the tequila and setting it in front of you. 

“Just a couple,” you tell him honestly, pouring him a shot, sliding it over to him. 

“I’m doing this by myself?” Cole asks, picking up the glass as you give him a nod of encouragement. He gets it down quickly, his hand slamming against the edge of the counter letting you know it was less than an enjoyable experience. 

A second later you hear you the door open, looking over to find Alex stepping inside. “Do you want a shot?” you call to him before anyone can say anything. 

“Don’t,” Cole warns. “She’s convincing but that’s awful tequila.”

“You want to try to the vodka instead?” you joke. 

“Absolutely not,” Cole chuckles, picking up his beer and heading back out the door. 

“I think I’m going to pass on the shots,” Alex tells you with a breath of laughter, grabbing himself a water from the fridge. “Z’s looking for you, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,��� you tell Alex. Reaching into one of the bags you brought you pull out a red solo cup, pouring a shot of tequila into it. Heading outside with Jack you plop yourself down next to where Trevor was sitting. “Heard you were looking for me.”

“I figured you couldn’t have gotten far,” Trevor comments, watching you with furrowed eyebrows as you hand him the plastic cup. “What’s this?”

“You gotta keep up,” you tell him with a mischievous smirk. 

“How many have you had?” Trevor asks, staring into the cup at the small amount of liquid sitting at the bottom. 

“A couple.” You watch him take the shot, chasing it with his beer, though it doesn’t seem to do much as he lets out a shuddering breath. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” 

Shrugging you lean over, resting your head on his shoulder. “You love it.”

“Yeah,” Trevor breathes out, his arm slipping behind you. “I do.”

By the time the clock hits midnight that night you had lost track of how many drinks you had consumed that day. You were doing a decent job keeping yourself at a steady level of just drunk enough to maybe be able to convince someone you weren’t drunk at all if you used every ounce of your focus. Beer pong had made it’s way into the evening activities, the patio table covered in puddles of water from spilled cups.

It was game four, you and Trevor undefeated. “When’d you get so good at this?” Trevor asks, his hands on your hips as he stands behind you, the other team taking their turn. 

“You missed a lot in the last three years of university,” you quip, pressing your body back into him, your head tipping onto his shoulder. 

“I guess I did miss a lot,” he mumbles, sighing quietly. 

“Don’t sound so sad, you didn’t want to be there to begin with.”

Trevor chuckles, taking one hand off your hips to turn you around and face him. “I don’t care what I missed in school, I care about what I missed with you.” 

“Uh oh,” you giggle, shaking your head. “Someone’s become a sappy drunk.”

“Shut up,” Trevor groans, turning his attention to the pong table again, throwing his ball and watching it bounce off the rim of the last cup. 

“It’s okay…I like it,” you tell him, picking up your ball to take your shot. You watch it easily sail into the last remaining cup, surprising even you. 

“Oh, shit,” Trevor exclaims, wrapping his arms around you excitedly. 

“Trev, they get redemption,” you laugh, wiggling out of his grasp as you watch neither of the other team’s shots go into your remaining cups. “Now you can celebrate,” you tease. 

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Trevor states, his hands around your arms. 

Laughing you shake your head, not expecting to see this level of drunk out of him yet. “I’m just good at beer pong, I’m not doing anything that spectacular.”

You hang around after your last game for a few more drinks before sneaking off to bed, leaving Trevor to continue drinking with his friends for awhile longer. 

It was just after three in the morning, only hours after you had originally fallen asleep, when you woke up again. You could feel the slight headache, knowing it would only build into something worse by the time the morning rolled around. Groaning you pull yourself out of the bed, slipping out of your room and sneaking down to the kitchen. You didn’t want to turn on too many lights, not wanting to wake anyone in the bedrooms downstairs, using the dim light from above the stove to find yourself a glass, filling it with water. 

Turning around to lean against the counter your eyes catch a figure coming into the kitchen, making you jump. “Holy shit,” you breathe out, laughing quietly. 

“Sorry,” Jack chuckles. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m just a jumpy person, you’re totally fine,” you tell him, taking a large gulp of your glass of water. 

“Didn’t expect you to still be up,” Jack comments, pulling a gatorade out of the fridge, letting you know he was also on his way towards a hangover. “You two were pretty quiet up there.”

“Hmm?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing. A moment later you realize what he was getting at. “No, we’re not,” you state. “I mean, together, we’re not together…we’re not doing anything together,” you stammer, face reddening. 

“Really?” Jack questions, eyes narrowing. 

“Yes, really…why? Did he say something else?”

“No,” Jack states quickly. “No, he didn’t. I just, I saw you on the beach and you’re sharing a room and I assumed…you know.”

“No, I mean, that’s totally fair,” you say with a shrug. “But we’re just friends, nothing else,” you tell him, thinking back to the morning after you and Trevor had slept together. Just friends. That’s all he wanted with you. Bringing your glass to your lips you finish off what was left in your glass, turning around to fill it up again. 

“Do you want a gatorade or anything? Might help more than water,” Jack offers. 

Turning back around you take another sip of your water. “I’ll be okay with just water, but you don’t happen to have any Advil or anything do you?”

Jack chuckles, nodding in response. “Yeah, I do,” he tells you, nodding in the direction of the stairs. 

Following after him you stop in the doorway of his room, watching him digging through his bag. You hear the rattle of pills in the bottle, almost sighing in relief as he bring it over to you. Taking the bottle from Jack you tip a couple pills into your hand. “Thank you,” you whisper. 

“Of course,” Jack says, voice soft as he runs his hand through his hair. “Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” 

“Thank you,” you repeat, your eyes falling to Jack’s lips, your own parted slightly as you inhale deeply. You watch Jack shift closer, his own eyes moving from yours to your lips. Perhaps it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else. But the sober part of your brain was screaming at you loud enough for you to take a tiny step back. “Goodnight, Jack,” you whisper. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Jack replies, watching as you turn around, heading back down to the hallway to the bedroom you were sharing with Trevor. 

After falling asleep for the second time that night you manage to stay asleep till the morning. You woke up with a headache that was only a fraction of what you had expected, most little due to the Advil Jack had spared. Rolling over you notice Trevor’s side of the bed was empty and you slowly pull yourself out of bed. Changing out of Trevor’s t-shirt you had stolen to sleep in and into one of your own t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Heading downstairs you find the state of the room in much the same shape as you were feeling, quiet and clutching bottles of water or gatorade. 

“There she is,” Trevor announces as you step into the room. He opens his arm to you where he was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. 

Slowly you make your way over to him, sitting down in his lap without a second of hesitation, not wanting to stay standing for longer than necessary. 

“How you feeling?” Trevor whispers, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Been better,” you say with a quiet laugh, laying your head on his shoulder. “Probably would’ve been worse if Jack hadn’t spared some Advil though.”

“When did Jack give you Advil?” Trevor asks, tone sharp, fingers tightening on your arm. 

“Last night,” you mumble, pulling your phone from your pocket, unlocking it to check on the notifications that had built up since you had started drinking the night before. 

“When?” Trevor repeats, his voice sharp enough this time to draw your complete attention. 

“I don’t know,” you mutter with a shrug. “Maybe like three or something. He came down when I was getting some water.”

“With Advil?”

“No,” you giggle. “But I asked if he had any.”

Trevor nods slowly, running his hand along your arm. “I have Advil.”

“Okay,” you say, drawing the word out. “But you were asleep.”

“Just wake me up next time, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply with narrowed eyes, shaking your head before turning your focus back to your phone. 

You’re not sure how long everyone sits there in silence on their phones before someone suggests making something for breakfast. It was most definitely lunch at that point but you volunteered to help out either way. 

In the kitchen you pull a carton of eggs from the fridge, beginning on your task of scrambled eggs. “Need any help?” Trevor asks, standing at your side, watching you crack egg after egg into a large bowl. 

“I think I can handle this,” you tell him as you crack another egg, a sizeable piece of shell falling into the bowl. “You didn’t see that,” you laugh, attempting to fish it out with a fork. 

“Oh, I definitely did,” Trevor teases. “Are you allowed to be this bad of a cook now that you’re not a college student?”

“I graduated like two months ago,” you exclaim. “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Okay,” Trevor states, hands on your hips as he shuffles you out of the way. You wished you could say that when he touched you like that it didn’t make you feel anything, but you simply couldn’t. But you could pretend. At the very least you had experience in pretending. 

You watch Trevor crack the remainder of the eggs into the bowl without a problem, knowing exactly what was about to come. So when Trevor turns in your direction you shake your head, stopping him before he had the chance. “Don’t,” you warn with a giggle. 

“Fine,” Trevor smirks. “I’ll give you a break this time.”

“Actually, since you’re such a great cook I think I’m going to let you take over here,” you tell him stepping back to head around the island in the kitchen. 

“No,” Trevor breathes, shaking his head. “You volunteered.”

“Well now I’m volunteering you,” you tell him. Walking around to the side of the island with a row of barstools you slide onto the one next to Jack, resting your elbows on the counter. “We’ve got the front row seats.”

“Oh yeah, who needs Food Network?” Jack jokes. 

Laughing softly you turn your head to look over at him. “Thanks again for the Advil last night, I’d probably still be in bed without it.”

“Yeah, it was no problem, really,” Jack shrugs. “How do you like your toast?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at Jack. You watch him nod towards where Alex was standing in front of the toaster, a blank stare across the kitchen as smoke pours out from the toaster. “What is that considered?”

“Well done, probably.”

“I must be a medium rare type of person, I guess,” you laugh, leaning into the counter as you watch Alex remain unaware of anything happening around him. 

“Alex,” Jack calls, catching his attention. “Need a sub out on toaster duty or what?”

“Fuck…shit,” Alex stammers, fingers hammering at every button on the toaster till the blackened pieces of toast lift from the toaster. “Yeah, no, I’m good,” Alex chuckles, setting a couple more pieces into the toaster. 

Eventually the meal is assembled and at that point there was no denying it was lunch as you all sat down at the table, clock nearing one in the afternoon. After the meal is finished and dishes are at least halfway dealt with everyone heads outside to at least enjoy the latter half of the day not sitting inside. 

You spend most of the day laying on the beach, keeping yourself entertained with an endless scroll of Instagram posts next to the cooler of drinks and the patchwork of beach towels laying on the sand. And you’re still at it when you notice a body land on the sand next to you. “How’s it going over here?”

Looking over you squint into the bright sunlight up at Jack. “Pretty good, gotta keep up to date with the celebrity news.”

“Right, yeah,” Jack chuckles. “I just…are you okay over here?”

“What do you mean?” you ask with a nervous laugh, sitting up to be at the same level as him, not sure what was going on. 

Jack shrugs, picking up a small rock from the sand beside him, tossing it down towards the water. “Just, like, don’t want to leave you out or anything,” Jack mumbles. “We were talking about playing beach volleyball if you want to play.”

Hesitating for a second you glance over to where Trevor was standing, laughing about something, shirtless and more attractive than ever. “Yeah, sure,” you say to Jack, pulling yourself to your feet and tugging your shorts on before walking with Jack towards the group that had gathered near the volleyball net. 

Trevor turns his head, doing a double take when he sees you approaching. “You’re actually going to play?”

“Yes,” you tell him with a giggle as he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his warm body. 

“Well I don’t want you on my team,” Trevor jokes, smirking down at you.

“Fuck off,” you laugh, ducking out from under his arm with a playful shove. “I’m not that bad.”

“I know,” Trevor laughs, reaching over and grabbing your hand, pulling you back in front of him. “Of course you’re going to be on my team.”

Swallowing heavily you stare up at Trevor, heart racing as he looks down at you. “Okay,” you whisper, not able to think clearly or quickly enough to say much more. 

“Alright, are we playing or not?” Alex calls and you’re more than grateful for him breaking you out of the moment you were stuck in. 

You’re able to clear your mind of your racing thoughts by the time the game begins, though you were pretty sure the intensity of the game would have done it for you if you hadn’t. By the end of the game you were breathing heavily, desperate for a drink that wasn’t alcoholic. But at least you had won, even if it took all the energy your half-hungover, half-tipsy body could muster up. 

Turning around you look over at Trevor, shaking your head as he walks over, lifting his arms. You bring your own up, the high-five ending with his hands wrapped around yours as he chuckles at your breathless state. “Don’t say anything about it,” you laugh. “I don’t get paid to workout.”

“Fine,” Trevor chuckles, handing you his bottle of water. “You did good though.”

“Thanks,” you tell him, taking the water from him gratefully. “You want to go swim?”

“Oh, now you want to go in?” Trevor teases. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

So you head to the edge of the water, shimmying out of your shorts before you slowly make your way into cool water. “It’s so cold,” you giggle as Trevor throws himself into it. 

“Get in quicker, it’s easier.” 

“No,” you protest, readying yourself for a fight as Trevor approaches. “Don’t.”

“Relax,” Trevor chuckles, hanging back as he lets you get into the water at your own pace this time. Once you’re in you had to agree, the cool water felt nice against your warm skin, the heat from hours in the direct sun slowly easing up. 

You follow Trevor deeper into the lake, till you’re at his side. You feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you into him again. “You know I can swim, right?” 

“No,” Trevor jokes, receiving an eye roll from you in response. “You’ve looked really hot this trip,” Trevor tells you, voice low as his eyes lock with yours. 

“Shut up,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Now you’re the one that’s so fucking horny…you need to get laid or something.”

“I’m quite fine in that department,” Trevor states with a confidence that makes you question the truth of that. 

“Yeah?” you ask, giggling as you place your fingers and thumb on his jaw, turning his head to look at you. Your face was close enough to his to cause the familiar desires building inside you, the way your body would ache for his touch. “Have you? Tell me all about it,” you joke.

“You’d like that,” Trevor comments and his lips are so close to yours you have to use every bit of restraint not to kiss him right there. 

“I know all I need to know,” you whisper.

“Right,” Trevor mutters, his grip on you loosening as he lets you drift a little further away. 

“Trev, I’m sorry, I-,” you begin, mind flashing back to his words all those years ago. ‘Let’s just forget it happened.’

“No…no, you’re fine,” Trevor assures you, twisting you in his arms till you were on his back, swimming back into the shallower portion of the lake. Once you could touch the ground you free yourself from Trevor, heading out of the water to resume your position of laying on your towel, letting the warmth of the sun sink into your skin. Only this time your mind was racing with thoughts and regrets for bringing it back up. 

Thankfully the day takes a turn towards alcohol shortly after, the rest of the night falling into the same rhythm as the first night. You take too many shots, play too many rounds of beer pong, and sneak away to head to bed before everyone else. 

Day three you had expected to go much the same as the first days. That was until you made your way down the stairs, the large windows revealing the grey sky, sheets of rain pouring from it. “Well that sucks,” you state, glancing back at Trevor who was just steps behind you. 

“Does it?” Trevor chuckles, wincing at the brightness of the living room. “I think I need to just lay still for awhile.”

Laughing you nudge Trevor towards the couch, grabbing some water from the kitchen before curling up next to him on the couch. He’s in the corner of the sectional, your back pressed to his chest. And you two stay like that for most of the day, others joining you now and then to watch parts of whatever movie Trevor picked from the Netflix suggestions. 

The energy in the house that day was significantly lowered, by the time the sun was set people were already trickling off to their own rooms. 

It was nearly eleven when Trevor pushes himself up from the couch, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m heading to bed, you coming?”

“I think I’ll stay down here and watch tv for a bit longer,” you tell him, lifting your head to let him get up from the couch. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” Trevor tells you, heading up the stairs to the second floor. 

Turning your attention to the TV you focus on the rest of the episode of Community that was playing. 

“You’re all alone, hey?”

Looking over you watch Jack walk into the living room, flopping down onto the chair beside the couch. “Yeah, I was abandoned,” you joke. 

“That’s too bad,” Jack chuckles. “You’re staying up for a bit?”

“I don’t really know, I’m not super tired but this isn’t very exciting,” you admit with a breath of laughter. 

“Do you smoke?”

“Yeah…I mean, like, weed?”

“Yeah,” Jack chuckles. “Do you want to?”

“Sure,” you tell him, sitting up and turning your attention to him, watching him stand up and head towards the stairs. 

“You coming?” Jack asks. 

Quickly you shut the TV off, picking up your phone and bottle of water before hurrying after him. You follow him into his room, hanging around near the dresser on the edge of the wall as you watch him dig through a duffel bag, pulling out a baggie with a few pre-rolled joints. 

“You can sit down,” Jack tells you, sitting down himself. You watch closely as he picks up a lighter, taking a joint out of the bag and tossing the rest to the side. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” 

Jack turns his attention away from the lighter in his hand, eyes narrowing. “It’s just weed.”

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Smoking it inside.”

Jack seems to contemplate it again, looking over at the open window before shrugging. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” you reply with a shrug, watching him light the joint in his hand. After a couple silent rounds, passing it back and forth while holding back coughs, Jack presses the filter into a glass on the bedside table.

“Gross,” you comment, eyes flicking back from the glass to Jack as he leans back against the headboard. 

“What did you want me to do with it?” Jack chuckles.

Shrugging you extend your hands behind you, leaning back onto your arms, eyes on the ceiling. “I don’t know, I don’t usually smoke inside.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Jack admits. “Are you still living in Boston?” 

You’re frozen in place for a second, foggy brain needing a second to realize how he knew you were there at all. Because that’s where you met Trevor, that’s probably one of the only things he knew about you. “Yeah, sorta,” you tell him, laughing quietly. “I just graduated so-.”

“Congratulations,” Jack interrupts, making you laugh again. 

“Thanks,” you say with a soft smile. “So I don’t know…I might stay there, I might look for a job somewhere else, I’m not sure.”

“I’ve heard California is pretty nice.”

“Yeah?” you ask with a playful smile. “Who’d you hear that from?”

Jack chuckles, glancing down at his hands that were sitting in his lap, legs spread out in front of him. “What happened with you two?”

Shaking your head slowly you shift further onto the bed. Turning towards him you cross your leg in front of you, your knee brushing against his thigh. You contemplate shuffling back but you stay there, trying not to make it obvious how much that simple touch was filling your stomach with butterflies. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s just hard to believe that you two haven’t, you know, done anything together.”

Your lungs draw in a sharp breath, lips parting, the truth almost spilling out before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, no, we’ve never…you know. We’re just friends.”

Jack nods slowly, a few minutes of contemplative silence. Looking across the room Jack’s eyes land on the TV mounted on the wall. “Do you want to watch something?”

“Sure,” you whisper, watching him pick up the remote, your eyes transfixed on his hands. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. But you couldn’t help it. Perhaps sober you could, but the rational part of your mind had vanished some point between your first and fifth lungful of smoke.

“Any suggestions?” Jack asks, drawing your attention back up to his eyes. 

“No, I’m fine with anything,” you tell him, turning to lean against the headboard beside him. 

Jack takes your answer very literally, pressing play on the first movie suggestion that came up on Netflix. Setting the remote down he places his hand down on your knee, an unsteady breath leaving your lips in response. When you turn your head you find that Jack was already looking at you. 

You try to make sense of the situation, your heart racing. Your eyes unconsciously fall to Jack’s lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. He’s moving slowly, like he was watching for an signs of hesitation from you. But you don’t stop him as he slides his hand along your jaw, fingers resting on the back of your head. 

Trying to steady your breathing you let yourself lean closer, let yourself melt away into the moment. But when you feel his breath on your lips you find there really was some hesitation hidden in your hazy mind. “We shouldn’t do this, right?” you whisper. 

“No, probably not,” Jack admits. 

Part of you wanted to go on anyway, but you couldn’t. Something, somewhere inside you, was telling you not to go any further. So you don’t. Slowly you pull away, your eyes lingering on his chest for awhile, uncertain of what to say. “I don’t think we should-.”

“It’s okay,” Jack interrupts, shaking his head. “I get it.”

You weren’t sure if he really did get it but you nod anyway, thankful to not need to go any further into an explanation. “I can go now,” you whisper. 

Jack gestures towards the TV at the movie that was playing. “You don’t want to stay and watch? It looks like it’ll be good,” Jack comments, the two of you staring at the screen where some of the worst acting you had ever seen was occurring. 

Laughing quietly you lean back beside him. “You’re right, this might become my favourite movie.”

So the two of you watch the movie together. By the time you hit the halfway mark you were both laying down, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder, his arm around your back. And by the time the movie had ended you had long since fallen asleep, the movie most definitely not anybody’s favourite. 

Waking the next morning you need a few minutes to process where you were and what had happened to get you there. The events of the night before come rushing in, rolling out of Jack’s arms as you sit up, staring at the wall for a moment as you gather your thoughts. 

“You okay?” Jack mumbles tiredly. 

Looking over your shoulder you nod quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m going to, uh, head downstairs.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second too,” Jack tells you. 

Slipping out of Jack’s bedroom you make a stop in the bathroom. Brushing your teeth and hair and staring at your reflection in the mirror for a few minutes too long, taking in the circles under your eyes, the late nights wearing on you. Finally you head back into the hallway, finding Jack heading down the stairs just a moment before you. 

When your feet hit the floor of the living room you can sense the strange energy in the room before anyone even says anything. 

“Yeah…of course,” Trevor states, glancing across the room at Alex. 

“Shit,” Alex breathes out. “Do you guys need a minute?”

Trevor shakes his head, turning his attention back to his phone. “Nah, it doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes are shifting around the room, a sinking feeling in your chest. Slowly you make your way to the couch, sitting on the edge next to Trevor, like you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to sit down. “Hi,” you whisper, not managing to get him to look away from his phone. 

“Hey,” he replies coldly. 

“Trev,” you whisper, setting your hand on his leg. 

“Don’t,” Trevor mutters to you and you quickly recoil, not able to get your lungs to fully expand, your breaths growing shorter and quicker. 

“Trevor, what’s going on?” you whisper, voice strained as you fight to hold back your tears. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” Trevor snaps, quickly looking from his phone to you. “Because it sure as hell looks like I brought you out here just to fuck my friends,” Trevor continues, standing up from the couch. 

“Z, man, it’s not, don’t yell at her like-,” Jack begins, not making it through his sentence before Trevor turns his anger onto him instead. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Trevor snaps at him. “I don’t want to fucking look at you right now.”

You’re scrambling to your feet as you watch Trevor heading upstairs, heart beating so fast and hard you could hear it in your ears. 

“Should give him some time,” Alex says as you step towards the stairs. 

“No,” you croak, shaking your head. “I-I can’t,” you stammer, tears filling your eyes. Without another moment of consideration you hurry up the stairs, slipping into the bedroom after him. “Trevor,” you whisper, leaning against the closed door behind you. 

“What?” Trevor snaps, turning around to look at you. 

“What are you so upset about?” you ask. Sure, you could maybe understand some level of anger at the idea of you and Jack doing anything together, but there was something else going on, you knew that much.

He doesn’t answer you, at least not with words. With a few large steps he’s standing in front of you, his hands on either side of your face as he tips your head back. His lips are on yours before you can even process what was happening. The kiss is filled with so much anger that you can almost taste it. When he pulls back you’re both breathing heavy, wide eyes staring at each other, so full of uncertainty. 

“What the fuck?” you finally exclaim, wiggling out from where you were pressed between Trevor and the door. “What the fuck was that?”

“You really hooked up with my friend when I’m so clearly in love with you?” Trevor snaps. 

“So clearly in love with me?” you ask, voice higher than you had expected. “Don’t fuck with me, Trevor.”

“I’m not,” he yells, shaking his head. 

“Really? You’re so clearly in love with me? How about after you fucked me four years ago? Were you in love with me then?” 

“Yes,” Trevor exclaims. 

“Fuck you,” you breathe out, shaking your head as you take a step back away from him. “You’re the one who told me to forget it ever happened, like it was a fucking mistake,” you remind him, voice shaky but loud. “So you don’t get to make me seem like the bad guy here. Because you broke my heart that day and I’ve had to spend every single fucking day since then pretending I was okay and it hurts…it hurts so much.”

Trevor shakes his head slowly, eyes softening as he stares across the room at you, at the tears rolling down your cheeks. “I-,” he begins, swallowing heavily. “I didn’t know, I thought…why didn’t you tell me?”

The breath of laughter that leaves your lips is cold, bitter. “Because you told me to forget that it happened, Trevor, you didn’t really make me think you were open to that conversation.” Turning around you take a few steps towards the door. “I need some space.”

Trevor tries to protest but you’re already on your way downstairs. The silence downstairs sends a wave of panic through your body, eyes down as you set your focus on the front door. But Jack is stepping in front of you, trying to get you to slow down for a second. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Please, Jack, I’m sorry, but I can’t…I can’t do this right now.”

“Are you okay?” Jack asks, despite your pleading. 

“No,” you croak, stepping around him and continuing on your path. Slipping on some shoes you hurry outside, the morning air still cool as you make your way down towards the beach. Flopping down onto the sand you pull your knees to your chest, curling into yourself as you try to force deep breaths into your lungs. 

Eventually you stop crying, eventually your lungs don’t feel like they’re shaking as you try to inhale. You don’t know how long you were out there, lost without your phone telling you the time. But before you can force yourself to go back inside you hear someone approaching and you keep your eyes on the lake, not knowing if you were prepared for what was about to happen. 

“Hi,” Trevor says, sitting down next to you, his own eyes transfixed on the lake. “Can we talk?”

“I guess,” you mumble. 

Trevor takes an audibly deep breath before saying anything, a moment to compose himself in the midst of the chaos. “You accepted it so easily, the idea that it didn’t mean anything and it’s not like…I’m not saying that I’m not in the wrong, but, you know, I thought it was fine. You didn’t seem upset, I just, I fucked up, I got scared, I don’t know. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it hurt you then and I don’t want to hurt you now and I just don’t know what to do.”

Nodding slowly you reach forward, fingers turning a rock over and over. “I don’t know either.”

“I mean, I don’t want to lose you but if you want to be with him or whatever, I don’t know, I guess like, that’s fine if that’s something you want, but-.”

“Trevor, stop,” you breathe out, finally turning your attention to him. “I don’t want him. We didn’t even do anything.”

“You spent the night in his room,” Trevor points out. 

“Yeah,” you tell him. “We almost kissed, I’m not going to lie to you about that. But we didn’t…I couldn’t. I just, it didn’t feel right or whatever. We were stoned and we decided to watch a movie and fell asleep. That’s it.”

Trevor is silent for a few minutes, eyes focused somewhere out beyond the lake. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” Trevor whispers, turning to look at you now. 

“Me too,” you reply. “It shouldn’t have even gone as far as it did.” 

Reaching over Trevor takes your hand, slipping his fingers between yours. “So what now?”

Shrugging you stare down at your hands, squeezing his gently. “I don’t know.”

“Should we, um, just go back to the way-.”

“No,” you interrupt. “Jesus Christ, Trevor, that’s what got us into this in the first place.”

“No, you’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I also don’t think I could go back to the way we were after that kiss,” you whisper with a playful smile. 

“What?” Trevor asks, a smile spreading on his face.

“I don’t remember you taking charge like that the last time,” you tease. 

“I was nervous, why are you coming at me like this?”

“I’m not,” you say with a giggle, looking up at him. “It was good, I remember that.”

Trevor’s lips curl into a smirk, reaching over and sliding one hand along your jaw, till his fingers were on the back of your head. Leaning down he kisses you again and this time it’s not angry but it’s just as energy filled, an eager, desperate energy. 

“Trevor,” you whisper, pulling back. “I think we should go inside…deal with this, I don’t want this to ruin the trip.”

“Yeah, okay,” Trevor groans, waiting for you to climb off of his lap before standing up and following you into the house. 

It’s not as quiet as it was earlier, someone had put on music, there was conversation stemming from the living room. But the energy was still off, sending a wave of guilt through your body. The last thing you wanted was to be the cause of this trip becoming weird. 

Letting Trevor take the lead you follow him into the living room, stopping to lean against the wall, hanging back as everyone turns their attention towards you and Trevor. 

Your eyes lock with Jack and a nervous, apologetic smile spreads on your lips. 

“So-,” Trevor begins, clearing his throat. “What, um, what are we doing today?”

“No way,” Cole states, laughter filling the room. Amusement from everyone except Jack, who still hadn’t looked away from you. “There’s no way we had to listen to you two screaming at each other an hour ago and we don’t get to know what’s going on now.”

Trevor glances over at you, seemingly looking for an answer as to what to tell them. Shrugging you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for him to go on. 

“Well how much did you hear?” Trevor asks. 

“Dude, all of it,” Alex chimes in. 

Trevor nods, reaching over and taking your hand, pulling you into his side. “We’re still figuring it out.”

You watch a few exchanges of looks, a mixture of skepticism and confusion, before Alex stands up. “Well I’m going to have breakfast, does anyone want to join me?”

Sighing in relief of the change of topic you follow the group into the kitchen, leaning against the island bar as you watch Alex pull stuff out of the fridge. It’s barely minutes later when Jack steps up to the bar beside you, his body angled towards you. 

“Hi,” you whisper, turning in to him. Trevor’s eyes remain locked on you as you talk to Jack, everyone still uncertain about the situation. 

“Hey,” Jack whispers back. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” you say quickly, pushing yourself away from the counter. “Do you want to go outside?”

“Sure,” Jack says, following you through the living room and out the sliding glass door to the deck. 

Walking across the deck you sit down on the small couch, turning your body to face Jack as he sits down on the other end of the couch. “I-,” you begin, not getting far before Jack cuts you off. 

“You told me nothing ever happened between you and him,” Jack says, voice accusatory. And he had every right to be accusatory. You had lied to him, straight to his face.

“I know,” you mumble, looking down at your hands. “And I’m really sorry, I am. But it’s complicated. I, um, I thought…you know, he told me we should forget it happened and part of me thought that, you know, he was like…embarrassed that it happened. So I tried to forget and I never told anyone, he didn’t seem to want anyone to know.”

“Embarrassed?” Jack presses.

Shrugging you feel your eyes prickling with tears again, keeping your eyes focused on your lap, nervously wringing your hands. “Yeah, I mean, look at him…and he was always the centre of attention, every party we went to people just loved him so much and he could have had any girl at that school and like, why would it be me?”

“Hey, woah,” Jack mumbles, reaching over and placing his hand over yours, forcing you to stop moving them. “He’s not…he’s not like…that great.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, reaching up to wipe tears from your eyes. “That’s kind of mean.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jack chuckles. “I just mean he’s not any better than you in any way, he’s not better looking or funnier or anything. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding. “Yeah, we, um, we talked about it a bit. It was just hard to think that for years, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jack replies, and it felt genuine, whether that was something he did understand or not. “For what it’s worth, I know he really loves you…just didn’t realize it was like that.”

Nodding slowly you reach over, pulling him into a hug. “Thanks, Jack.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jack mutters, standing up when you pull back from the hug. Following suit you head back towards the door. “But if you have like a single friend or something,” Jack jokes, making you laugh. 

“I don’t think you need a matchmaker but I’ll see what I can do,” you tell him with a laugh. Stepping inside you wait for Jack to close the door, the two of you making your way back to the kitchen. 

“Everything okay?” Trevor asks, voice tense as you slide into the spot next to him at the counter. 

“Yeah,” you assure him. “Can I talk to you upstairs?”

Trevor nods, eyes flashing with a panic that almost makes you feel bad. Taking his hand you slip from the kitchen and up the stairs, not stopping till you were behind the closed door of he bedroom. 

“What’s wrong?” Trevor asks, watching you closely. 

“Nothing,” you whisper, running your hands up his chest, one hand on the back of his neck as you gaze up at him. “I just, you know, want some…time, with you.”

Your words take a moment to sink in, but the second they do he has his hands on your waist, pushing you back against the wall. You let out a heavy breath, eyes gazing up at him through your eyelashes. 

His lips are on yours a moment later, the desperation from earlier not fading as his hands find the bottom of your shirt. Pulling back he yanks it off without hesitation, leaning back in to kiss you while his fingers make quick work of the hooks of your bra. Before you let him slide the bra straps down your arms you’re yanking on his shirt, fumbling it over his head. 

With both of you topless you place your hands on his chest, pushing him across the room before bringing your knees to either side of him on the bed. You feel his arm on your back, pulling your body closer as you lean down to kiss him again. With a soft whimper you press your hips forward, desperate for him to touch you in all the ways you had been longing for. It doesn’t take long for him to push you back to your feet, tugging your shorts off, not sparing a second before your underwear is off your body as well. 

“Fuck,” Trevor breathes out, pulling you down onto the bed next to him. He’s over top of you a second later, lips trailing down your neck to your chest as his hand slips between your legs. He draws a sharp gasp from your lips when his fingers find your clit. With gentle circles he makes you moan quietly, trying your hardest to keep your volume down. 

“Like that,” you whisper, pulling him closer to kiss him again, a desperate attempt to keep silent. It doesn’t take long before you’re squirming below him, body hit with waves of pleasure. “Holy fuck,” you whisper, pulling back as you stare up at Trevor, a breathless smile on your face. 

Slipping your hand between your bodies you run it down his torso, a smirk growing on your lips as Trevor lets out a strangled groan. When your fingers slip just below the waistband of his shorts you still your hand, watching Trevor closely. 

“Don’t,” Trevor groans, shaking his head as he runs his hand down your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist. 

“Don’t what?” you whisper, fingers toying with the waistband of his shorts. 

“Tease me like that,” Trevor mutters. 

“Then do something about it,” you reply with a mischievous smirk on your lips. 

You don’t have to tell him to take charge more than once, with him quickly standing up. Tugging his shorts and boxers off he climbs back on the bed, sliding his fingers up your thigh as he does. As he kisses you again you can feel his fingers back between your legs, sliding one inside you a second later. Pulling yourself back from the kiss you gasp quietly, hips lifting to try to get him to give you more. 

Trevor reads your body language easily, slipping another finger inside you, curling them up inside you. “Trevor, please,” you whimper. 

“Please, what?”

“You know,” you whisper, hands cupping his cheeks as you tug him down, desperate to kiss him again. “Please.”

“Tell me,” Trevor insists, pulling back to watch the look of desperation on your face. 

“I want you inside me Trevor, please, I want you to fuck me,” you plead, breath shaky. 

You watch Trevor get up and you pull yourself to lean on your elbows, eyes following him as he walks across the room. After a minute of digging through his bag he returns, condom in hand. 

“You brought condoms?” 

“Yeah,” Trevor replies easily, ripping open the package before slipping the condom on himself. 

“Why? Who did you-,” you begin. 

“You,” Trevor interrupts, pushing you further onto the bed to give himself more space to climb onto the bed over you. 

You lips part slightly, knowing this was most definitely something you could tease him about. “Did you have them around every time we were together?”

“No,” Trevor states, a little too quickly and with not enough confidence for it to be convincing. 

Giggling you reach up, sliding your hand behind his neck, pulling him down to press your lips to his again. “Yes, you did.”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” Trevor mutters. 

“Yes,” you whisper, nodding eagerly. 

“Then stop,” Trevor warns you. 

“Fine,” you state with a breath of laughter. Your laughter comes to a quick stop when you feel him slide inside you, a gasp slipping from your lips. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper, reaching over and grasping desperately at his shoulders. 

“Feel okay?” Trevor mumbles, his hands on your thighs as he leans up, hitting an angle that makes you moan loudly. “That a yes, sweetheart? Tell me.”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, nodding eagerly. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

Trevor’s hips begin moving quicker, thrusts becoming harder. “Good girl,” Trevor mutters, his words drawing another moan from your lips. 

Shortly after Trevor is pulling himself out of you. He has his hand on your hips, beginning to turn you over. Realizing quickly what he wants you slip onto your knees, arms braced in front of you. His hands graze over your ass, sliding himself back inside you before moving his hands to your hips. He helps steady you against his hard thrusts, your moans becoming more frequent with each second. 

“Need you to be quiet,” Trevor mutters, reaching one hand around your chest, tugging you up onto just your knees. “Can you do that for me?” he whispers, lips next to your ear. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, hands bracing yourself when he lets you go, bringing his hands back to your hips. And you do your best, stifling the majority of your moans till his thrusts begin to slow, finally pulling himself out of you a second later. 

“Holy shit,” Trevor mutters, breathing heavily as he slips his condom off. Using a handful of kleenex he cleans himself up enough to be able to pull some clothes on and head to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. 

By the time he gets back you had pulled some clothes on yourself, laying on your back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Everything okay?” Trevor asks, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you. 

“Everything is great,” you assure him, sitting up and kissing him quickly before taking your turn in the bathroom. And you do your best to look like you hadn’t just had sex, brushing your hair and splashing some cool water over your flushed skin.

After changing out of your pyjamas you head back downstairs with Trevor to have breakfast, despite it now being early afternoon. You’re grateful to find that everyone was outside, leaving you and Trevor to have some time to fully recover from what happened upstairs alone. 

You make breakfast together, hands on each other during any spare moment. After you finish eating you clean the kitchen before making your way out to the beach. The last bit of your anxiety and worry about causing issues on the trip fade once you’re outside and everyone seems to be back to having a great time, nobody asking questions or making comments about it.

You spend the rest of the afternoon on the beach, heading inside with everyone to have some drinks and hang out. Late into the night you find Trevor, taking his hand and pulling him aside. “Want to go down to the beach with me for a bit?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Trevor follows you to the beach, sitting next to you. 

“Crazy day,” you comment, leaning back to lay on the soft sand, hoping you wouldn’t end up with sand in your hair, though you weren’t worried enough to not lay down. 

“Yeah,” Trevor mumbles, laying down next to you. 

The sound of the gentle ways rolling onto the shore fill your ears, mixed with the chirping of crickets in the distance. Neither of you say anything more for a little while, taking in the moment, thinking back over the details of the day, wrapped up in your thoughts. 

Staring at the bright stars in the night sky you lift your forearm, waiting till Trevor follows your lead before sliding your hand into his. “So, what now?” you whisper, turning your head to look at Trevor. 

You know he understands exactly what you’re asking by the length of time it takes him to say anything. “How does Anaheim sound?”

“For?” 

“You…us.”

Your breath catches in your throat and before you have sufficient time to really think it through you’re nodding in response. But even if you had enough time to think it through, Anaheim did always sound like a good idea. 

[fiapartridge]

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋 ˙ ✩°˖🎀 ⋆｡˚꩜

beckett sennecke x bookstore!girl au!

meet hazel becker 💖💌🎧🌸🧚‍♀️

☆ age: 18

☆ nicknames: haze, zelly

☆ education/hobbies: hazel is currently a first year at cal state fullerton. she's majoring in creative writing. she aspires to be a young adult author in the future. she loves reading, writing, & baking.

☆ family: she has one younger sister (9) and one older sister (21). she's very close with both of them and calls them regularly. she's also super close to her parents and they're very supportive of her career path and everything she's working towards. she's originally from seattle, washington but is at csuf for school!

☆ hazel's quirks: she's a hopeless romantic! she believes in love at first sight and wants a fairytale, romcom, book-ish type of love. she's never been in a serious relationship before (if you don't count justin ramirez during freshman year of hs - it was a month long and never went past handholding and quick pecks). she would much rather be with the guys she dreams about in books and writes in her own than the guys she meets in real life. she's also a huge swiftie. she's in every single playlist that she has (she's currently trying to make beckett a fan). her favorite colors are pink and yellow, and her fashion staple are baby pink converse <3 she couldn't live without them!

☆ comparable characters: lara jean covey (to all the boys i've loved before), liz buxbaum (better than the movies)

☆ spirit animal: orange tabby cat

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meet beckett sennecke 🏒⭐️🦆🧡✨

☆ age: 18

☆ nicknames: beck, becky, beckster

☆ education/hobbies: beckett is currently (in the au) playing hockey for the anaheim ducks.

☆ beckett's quirks: he's also never been in a relationship! not because he has some ideal girl in his head (i mean, yes, but that's not what's been stopping him) but because he's literally pathetic. he cannot talk to girls. he gets flustered soo easily. he's also a little spoon. he also loves the off campus series by elle kennedy. and he has a teddy bear named captain fuzzington.

☆ comparable characters: peter kavinsky (to all the boys i've loved before), troy bolton (high school musical)

☆ spirit animal: golden retriever

moodboard!

playlist!

fics ->

☆ captain fuzzington

☆ does he know?

☆ 4th of july!

☆ robbers

blurbs/thoughts ->

☆ how they met pt.1 - how they met pt. 2 - how they met pt. 3 - how they met pt. 4

☆ beckett reading the deal

☆ their second date

☆ his voice lmfao

☆ finding out he's a hockey player...

☆ beckett's explanation

☆ her touch calms him down

☆ first sleepover

☆ their first cuddle

☆ her major!

☆ their first kiss

☆ making it official

☆ so high school coded

☆ one monthiversary gifts

☆ beckett buys hazel expensive jewelry

☆ hazel's family!

☆ "love" and "baby"

☆ beckett calls her hazelnut

☆ beckett + hazel are 18 by one direction coded

☆ beckett + hazel do a tiktok trend!

☆ hazel comforts beckett at a press conference

insta edits ->

☆ hazel’s life update