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Before We Go (2014) dir. Chris Evans

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I’ll Be the Moon

Summary: William was always the one she ran to when things got tough.

Features: Angst; Cheating

Notes: Left open for a potential part two; based on I’ll Be the Moon by Dierks Bentley. 

This fic is entirely in third person. Unnamed female main character 

As always, requests are open, but I might be slow at getting to them. Be sure to check out my guidelines!

Word Count: 1020

It had been happening more and more lately. He knew it should stop, that this wasn’t fair to anyone. But he couldn’t help himself. 1:17 in the morning, his phone lit up with a text from her. 

Sunshine: You up?

William: Yeah

Sunshine: Can I come over? 

William: What did he do this time?

Sunshine: Is that a yes?

William: See you in 15

He sighed. She was the reason his phone didn’t stay on silent at night. She was the reason he had chocolate chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer and a box of blueberry poptarts in the top cabinet. She had come into his life when he moved to Toronto. Soon after they met, she met her boyfriend. William hated him. Bradley or whatever his name was, was the kind of guy who didn’t know what he had. 

She had confided in him last year that her boyfriend was cheating on her. She’d known for a couple months. But she still refused to break it off. William could remember that day clearly. She had stormed into his apartment with tears running down her face. He consoled her. And the consolation turned into a routine of sleeping with her. He had fallen for her, but he knew she wasn’t his to love. For whatever reason, that person was still her boyfriend.

William sighed as he got out of bed. He grabbed the ice cream, feeling like it was going to be an ice cream and wine kind of night. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses before making a bowl of ice cream. By the time she walked into his apartment, he could tell it had been a bad night.

“What happened this time?” William asked as he finished setting the wine and ice cream on the table before sitting down. She sighed and sat next to him, taking a sip from the glass of wine. 

“I was out of town visiting family this week. Came home early and there was another girl in our bed. He promised me when we got engaged that it was going to stop,” she said. William remembered that well. When she’d gotten engaged, she had ended the physical side of the relationship. He couldn’t blame her. No matter how much he wanted to be the one with her, it wasn’t going to happen. 

“And what did you do?” he asked. She looked at him.

“I didn’t even give him a chance to talk before I walked out and came here. I don’t want to deal with him right now,” she said. 

“What do you want to do, Sunshine?” he asked. She sighed. 

“I want to forget him,” she said. It was the same old song and dance. She would text him. She’d come over, he’d open the door, have a drink or two, fall in bed and a couple hours later, she’d be back with her fiancé  . 

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William was tired the next day, an off day. He was meeting some of the guys to hang out. His shoulders sagged forward as he sat in the chair, watching as Auston and Mitch argued about something in the game they were playing. His thoughts were miles away, with the woman across town who had his heart. 

“What’s going on with you lately?” Kasperi asked him. William barely acknowledged him, giving a small shrug. Kasperi sighed. 

“It’s her, isn’t it? I told you, there is no happy ending there,” Kappy said. 

“It’s not fair,” William said.

“What’s not fair is you’re letting her use you,” Kasperi said.

“She’s not--,” Kasperi cut him off.

“If you try to say she’s not I will not hesitate to punch you. She’s not going to leave him. I don’t know the situation, but I know you. And I know that this has been killing you. You have to let her go,” he said. William just looked at him. Letting her go wasn’t an option in his mind. He had been in her life for longer. 

“I know she won’t,” William admitted. 

“Then why are you torturing yourself by letting her do this to you?” Kasperi questioned. William ran a hand through his hair, taking a moment to think.

“Because I love her,” he said. Kasperi just shook his head.

“You need to end it. Before it blows up in your face,” Kasperi said before standing up to get a drink. His phone lit up with a new message.

Sunshine: I need to talk. 

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She leaned against the wall. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Screaming and fighting with her fiancé only to run and be with William. She knew she was only going to cause hurt in the end. 

Brent was a good guy when they had started dating. But then the cheating started. She pretended not to know at first. It was easier that way. She had loved him once. She knew ending their relationship was what she needed to do. But she wasn’t sure she could. Everyone always talked about how good they were together, never seeing the lipstick stains on his shirts, never smelling the perfume that was so unlike the one she wore. 

The first time she had slept with William it hadn’t been her intention. She had run to him after the first time she caught Brent and they fought. William had held her while she cried and one thing led to another. 

“Why don’t you just go be with him then, huh?” Brent yelled. 

“Don’t you turn this around on me! I’m not the one who cheated!” she screamed. He slammed his hand against the counter.

“Bullshit. I know you’ve been fucking him,” he snapped. She met his gaze with a glare.

“And if I have been?” she asked, her tone icy and devoid of emotion. 

“We’re done,” he said. She let out a laugh.

“You know, that’s rich coming from you,” she said before storming out of the room and slamming their bedroom door. She hesitated a moment before sending William a text. His response was almost instant.

William: Usual place in 30?

Sunshine: Make it an hour.

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Best Friends Turned Lovers Prompts

This wasn’t requests but I’ve seen these circulating around in the romance prompts department and compiled my favorites to share with you. I did not create these, so I shall not take credit, so the sources of these prompts are linked at the bottom of this post. Go check them out!

“I need you to make out with me. Don’t worry though, it’s for science.”

Character A discovers something Character B has given them way back.

Characters gave each other a promise when they were children and they wonder whether it’s still valid.

When parting, Characters agreed to meet at a certain place at a certain time in a certain number of years.

Character A receives a message that Character B, whom they haven’t seen in years, has been seriously injured.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“It killed me to see you with him.”

“See the eyes they’re making at each other? It’s going as planned.”

“I know they didn’t need my help, but honestly, I personally think they totally do.”

A and B are best friends. A is applying a new flavor of chapstick.“Can I try it? I wanna have a taste,” B asks curiously.“Sure, it’s coconut cream-” A starts to reply, but before they can finish, B kisses A on the lips.

“I know what you want.” “Stop.” “It’s me, isn’t it? Go on, sweetheart. Say it.” “Stop.” “Denying doesn’t help your case much. I can see it in how you look at me.” 

Character A hadn’t noticed but their sweet, funny, goofy best friend,Character B, was kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick.

Imagine person A is hardcore crushing on B, and fantasizes about their relationship so much they often refer to the both of them as a couple and say “I love you” at the end of their phone calls accidentally

“Stupid fucking hair, stupid fucking smile, they won’t stop staring at me in that way and they– the way they talk, they’re such a flirt I mean do they honestly think I like them?!??!??”*A makes a sound of astonishment* *B’s ranting is cut midway*“You didn’t see anything!!!!!!” Yells B indignantly as they run out of the room

“We might as well have been dating the whole time.”

“I can finally say I’m dating my best friend.”

“You already met my family, so this saves you a traumatizing experience.”

“Hardly anything changed. I’m actually relieved.”

Since the night you reached out and took my hand, three things have happened.

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

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Soon You’ll Get Better

Summary: Just after the Avs get knocked out of the 2018 playoffs, you get news from home. Tyson is there for you every step of the way. 

Features: Angst. Tyson Barrie as a Colorado Avalanche 

Notes: TW: Cancer; I heard Soon You’ll Get Better and sobbed because damn if that song doesn’t sum up my experiences and the experiences of so many. This one is based off the song and my experiences. 

As always, requests are open, but I might be slow at getting to them. Be sure to check out my guidelines! 

Word Count: 1671

You had moved to Denver for college, stayed because you fell in love, both with the city and with Tyson. You had settled into your career and life there. It was the middle of the first round of the playoffs. You and Tyson were spending a quiet day in after his practice when your phone rang. It was your mom. 

“Hey mom,” you said when you answered. You didn’t talk to her as often as you used to. You tried to talk to her once a week, but with how busy your schedule was, it wasn’t always possible.

“Hey sweetie, do you have a minute?” she asked. There was something off about her tone. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself tense.

“Yeah, what’s up? Is everything okay?” you asked. You heard a sharp intake of breath. You could feel your heartbeat quicken as anxiety started to set in. It was a minute before your mother spoke again.

“Your dad had a doctor’s appointment last week, just to check up on something that’s been bothering him. You know how he is. They found a mass,” your mother said. Tears started stinging your eyes. You spoke to her for a few more minutes, getting more details. Biopsy, potential surgery, chemotherapy. Words you didn’t want to associate with your father, words that terrified you. You spoke to your dad for a few minutes before they had to get going to his procedure. They had waited to tell you, not wanting to worry you. 

Tyson held you while you cried. You were terrified. You wanted to scream. You wanted to hide from the world. Curse at the universe. Instead, you settled for letting your tears fall freely while your boyfriend held you tight. 

“Just tell me everything is going to be okay,” you cried. He whispered words of reassurance as he held you. You felt like you were falling to pieces and the only thing keeping you held together at that moment was Tyson’s embrace.  

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was a couple days after Game Six ended in a disappointing loss for the Avalanche. You and Tyson were already planning on flying to see your family. Your mother called you while Tyson was at locker cleanout. 

“The results came back,” your mother started to say. She struggled to find the words, but you knew. The gist of it was after the initial biopsy your father had to return to the hospital after a complication where further testing told them what it was. They were keeping him there for surgery after they had treated him for the complication. 

Tyson found you curled under the blankets in the bedroom when he got home. He didn’t ask questions. He got into the bed next to you and held you close. It was the only thing he could do. 

“I can’t lose him,” you said, your voice cracking. He pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. He let you talk for as long as you needed. 

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You and Tyson arrived in your hometown by mid-afternoon the next day. You didn’t want to go to the hospital. You busied yourself with doing chores around your parents’ house. Your mom knew you were in town. They had been able to schedule your father for surgery that morning and he was already out and in recovery by the time you and Tyson had gotten to town. 

“How is he doing?” you asked your mom, eyes watering. You were trying to keep your composure, for her. It had been hard enough on her.

“Scared. The doctor said he’s confident that they caught it early enough, but you know your father,” she said. You were finding excuses not to go to the hospital. You didn’t go that night. The next morning, your mom was gone as soon as visiting hours had started. You made yourself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room watching the news on the couch with Tyson.

“What time do you want to go see your dad?” Tyson asked. You just shrugged. 

“I’d rather not,” you said. Tyson frowned. 

“What do you mean you’d rather not?” he asked.

“I mean I’d rather not go,” you said defensively. You hated hospitals. They were the scene of heartache and tears. 

“What’s bothering you?” he asked, pulling you onto his lap. You just took a long sip of your coffee. You didn’t want to say it. You weren’t sure if you could.

“I don’t...what if something happens and the last memory I have of my dad is him in a hospital bed? What if they missed something?” you said. You were starting to ramble. You felt the sting of the tears that started to fall. Tyson took your cup from your hands, setting it on the table before he pulled you to his chest.

“Don’t think like that. Your pops is a fighter,” he said. You just sobbed as he held you. There had only been a handful of times the Tyson had seen you as upset as you were at that moment. He hated it, because there were no words he could say that would make it better. Nothing would ever take away that fear. It had taken hold of you and it wasn’t going to let go easily. The only thing he could do was hold you.

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He had talked you into going. You had taken your time getting ready that morning, but eventually, Tyson caught on to your stalling tactics. He guided you to the car and opened the door for you. You shut the radio off as soon as he turned the car on. You didn’t want to listen to it. 

You barely registered the woman speaking as you and Tyson checked in to visit your father. You didn’t even know the room number. Tyson squeezed your hand and handed you back your wallet with your ID and the name tag. You hadn’t even realized he had them.

“I grabbed it before we left. You forgot it on the nightstand,” he said softly as the two of you walked, answering your unasked question. 

“Thank you,” you replied. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. 

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The two of you found your way to your father’s room. Your mother just nodded and excused herself to get coffee while you and Tyson sat and spoke with your father. 

“Sweetie can you go see if you can get me some ice?” your dad asked suddenly. 

“Sure?” you said, confused because the nurse had just been in the room and he could’ve asked her then. You had a feeling it was more than just ice that he was sending you out of the room for. You headed out to track down a nurse and ran into your mother along the way. 

When you returned to the room, Tyson and your dad were both laughing. You raised an eyebrow at the scene. Tyson just had a big grin on his face.

“Not getting into trouble, are you?” your mom joked. Your parents adored Tyson. When you had moved to Denver, they were worried about you being there all alone. Tyson made them worry less as the years passed and they got to know him. He was the kind of guy they always hoped you’d end up with.

“Nah, not enough flammable material to cause any real trouble,” Tyson quipped. He had a way of easing any tension in a situation. The gravity of what was happening and what could happen wasn’t lost on him. But sometimes in the darkest moments, the levity brought some much needed light. It was one of many reasons you adored him. 

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A week and a half later, your dad was released from the hospital. He wasn’t necessarily out of the woods just yet. He would need check ups regularly for the foreseeable future to make sure it didn’t come back. 

As your family gathered in your backyard for a small barbecue, you smiled as you took in the scene. Your dad sat with some of your relatives, no doubt reminiscing about their younger years. Meanwhile, Tyson was playing with your younger cousins. It was a warm day, hot enough that the hose had come out and the kids were playing with the water and the kiddie pool had been filled up. 

The sun was soon starting to sink low in the sky. Someone got the fire pit set up and you sat next to your dad.

“You’re going to marry that boy someday, and I hope I’m there to walk you down the aisle,” he said. 

“You will be, pops,” you said. The fear of losing him creeped up again. 

“There’s always a chance I won’t be. We won’t know for a while if I’m in the clear,” he said. You frowned.

“Don’t talk like that, pops. The doctor said they got it all,” you scolded. He sighed.

“It could be back in six months, a year. You know how these things go. I just want to make sure you know, Tyson’s got the dad seal of approval, not that he needs it, but I don’t want you to ever doubt that,” he said. You felt the tears welling up. 

“Pops, is there something you and mom aren’t telling me?” you asked. 

“There’s at minimum, a 50% chance it comes back,” he said. You could feel the pit of anxiety growing. 

“All that means is there’s a 50% chance it doesn’t,” you replied. Your dad laughed.

“Always the optimist,” he said.

“Yeah, well, someone in this family has to be,” you teased as Tyson sat down. For the first time since that phone call, you felt like the black clouds that had been surrounding everyone were dissipating. A sunshower passed through and over a line of trees you saw a rainbow appearing. You gestured to it.

“Maybe this storm’s passing through,” you said, before taking a sip of your drink. You felt like things were going to be okay.

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Learning To Skate

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @savedbybishop

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Established; Auston Matthews x Reader

Summary: Auston teaches you how to skate.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None.

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A Quick Update

I’m moving on Saturday, so I likely won’t be posting until next week at the earliest. 

Requests are open. Just be sure to check out my request guidelines. As a general rule, I won’t be accepting requests for anyone born after 1999. Just be patient with me if you do request something. I’m in the process of moving countries so, it’ll be a bit but I will get to it. 

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Upcoming:

Chapters (Part Two)- Seth Jones; Female OC (Cora Owens)

I’ll Be The Moon- William Nylander

Alcohol You Later- Josh Anderson

Currently Untitled Nathan Mackinnon One Shot

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This is a snippet from a one-shot I’m working on featuring Willy.

Snippet from I’ll Be The Moon:

“What’s going on with you lately?” Kasperi asked him. William barely acknowledged him, giving a small shrug. Kasperi sighed. 

“It’s her, isn’t it? I told you, there is no happy ending there,” Kappy said. 

“It’s not fair,” William said.

“What’s not fair is you’re letting her use you,” Kasperi said.

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hooray

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Working on Part Two of Chapters

I’m getting ready to move in 2 weeks so it might be a bit before it’s up. I’ve got six parts roughly planned out so far and a couple scenes that I’m trying to figure out where they’ll fit in

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Chapters (Part One)

Chapters- Part One- Things Change in the Blink of an Eyelid

Part One Summary:  Cora Owens was raise on the ball fields of New Jersey. Now living in Columbus and a member of the US National Softball Team, a potentially career ending injury at the World Championships puts her dreams on the line. Cora’s had only one focus since she was a kid, and that’s get a medal at the Olympics. Enter Seth Jones. 

Features: Backstory and brief introduction of Seth. Non-graphic depiction of injury; mention of surgery and physical therapy 

Notes: I’ve been kicking this idea around for a while. It started as your typical imagine, but I opted to make it a story with a named character. I added some more detail. Forgive any conversions from “you” and “Y/N” that a missed, because like I said, it was originally going to be a normal imagine. I just kinda jumped right into it with some of it. 

Word Count: 2k

From the time Cora Owens could walk, she had a glove on one hand and a ball in the other. She was a Jersey girl through and through, raised on the Mets, the Jets, and the Devils. Her father had played ball, but injury had sidelined him from the big leagues when she was five. He had coached her through her childhood. If Cora was on a ball field, her father was there watching. 

Summers were made for being out on the ball field. Softball was her life. There was nothing like the smell in the air on a spring morning. The fresh morning dew that signaled a perfect day to play ball.  The ball field was a second home. As a kid, she dreamed of being in the Olympics, only for that dream to end up on the back-burner when it was removed from the Olympics after the ‘08 games. But with the sport set to make a return in 2020, Cora and the women she played with were determined. 

Cora had been on the national team since she was eighteen. Cora had played for Oklahoma State, bringing home the national championship twice while she was there. She had settled in Columbus, Ohio, finding a job that was flexible with her schedule while playing for the national team. 

Until the World Championships in Japan. In a game against Australia, everything came crashing down. Cora had been caught in a rundown. That wasn’t abnormal. What was abnormal was the pain that ran up her leg after she slid back into third. Cora curled up as she bit back a scream. She had broken bones before, but it had never felt that painful. The training staff and coaches jumped into action to get on the field and get to her. 

“Can you sit up?” the trainer asked her. In spite of her pain, Cora nodded and sat up with the trainer’s help.  

“Let’s try getting you to stand now,” the trainer said. With the help of one of the coaches they got Cora up. When she tried to put pressure on her leg, she almost collapsed back down to the ground with the pain in her knee. For the first time since the announcement about softball being back in the 2020 games, Cora saw her dreams slipping from her grasp. She could only imagine the disappointment her father would have.

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When all was said and done, Cora was done for the tournament at the very least. Having to sit on the sidelines while her team played? That wasn’t something she was used to doing. The victory for her was bittersweet. The team had gone to dinner to celebrate, one of their last nights in Japan before heading home. 

“Hey, at least we won, right?” Sarah asked. Cora just glared at the bubbly redhead. Sarah had a knack for trying to find the silver lining in everything. She shrunk back, feeling the annoyance radiating off the captain.

“Yeah. At least we won,” Cora said flatly. She grabbed her crutches from where they sat beside her and went outside. 

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Cora was quiet the whole journey back to the US. Once she was home, she finally let herself break. Her childhood dream was within reach and fate was standing right there, seeming ready to snatch it away from her. Hot tears slid down her face as she curled up on her couch. 

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair!” she cried. She could almost hear her dad’s voice saying “Nothing is fair kiddo. You think it’s a ball and the ump says it’s a strike and you’re out. Sometimes, that’s just the way it goes. You just go out there and do your best next time.” Her dad had always been one to try to come up with an analogy tied to softball, even if it didn’t make much sense. 

“Pops, I need your advice,” she said to the empty room. A sob escaped from her. Days like that were the hardest. Almost on cue, her phone lit up with a call from her mom.

“Hello?” Cora asked, her voice low from crying.

“Hey sweetie, just checking up on you. You never texted that you got home,” her mother’s voice came. 

“Yeah...yeah got home not too long ago. Didn’t mean to make you worry ma. I had things to do the second I walked in the door,” Cora said. ‘Like wallow in self pity,’ she thought. The two fell into conversation, her mother asking about the trip before she asked about the injury. Cora was quiet for a minute.

“Now, Cora Grace, I know you’re not going to just give up just because they think you’re done,” her mother said. Evelyn Owens was many things. She was a loving mother, a devoted wife, and above all else, she was where her daughter got her stubborn streak.

“What if they’re right ma? What if I never play again? What then? If I can’t play, who am I? I want to make Pops proud,” Cora said, the words flying out of her mouth rapidly. Her mother sighed. 

“He would be so proud of you. Cora, even if you can’t play again, he would be so proud of you. Captain of the US National Team, you brought a national title to your school. Baby, you’ve accomplished so much. Your father would be so proud of you, Olympics or no Olympics,” she said. Cora let out a sob.

“I just wish he was here,” she cried. She heard her mother sniffle, a telltale sign that she was crying too.

“Me too, baby, me too,” her mother said quietly. Cora spoke to her mother for a while longer before she had to hang up. As she looked around her apartment, her eyes landed on the picture frame that sat on the entertainment stand by the television. It was one of the last photos she had with her father. She stood in her maroon jersey, her parents on either side while she held a bouquet of flowers on senior day in high school five years prior, the frame inscribed with ‘Cora Owens #19 Class of 2013’ across the bottom. Cora sighed as she stood up and grabbed her crutches, ready to go take a nap. 

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The next morning, Cora awoke bright and early. She still had a few days off work for recovery from travelling. The first thing she did was make an appointment to see an orthopedic doctor. By some miracle, she was able to get an appointment that day. 

She was worried. One of her friends was driving her to her appointments, because driving, as it turned out, was difficult to do with a messed up knee. She filled out the paperwork when she got there and sat waiting, her hand tapping her thigh to the beat of the music that was playing softly in the waiting room. 

“Cora, knock it off,” Cassidy said. 

“Sorry...just, nervous I guess? What if he says I can never play again?” she asked, voicing the fear she’d had since you went down. Cass’ expression softened.

“Cor, I doubt that will happen,” she said, trying to reassure her. 

“I’m not so sure,” Cora replied. She had had a restless night of sleep. Between the pain if she moved the wrong way and the nagging thought that her time as a softball player was done, it had been a long night. 

“Ms. Owens? Dr. Ashford is ready to see you,” a nurse said. They were taking x-rays first. When the doctor came in, he put the images up for her to see. 

“Even with surgery, I’m not sure you’ll be able to play again, at least not competitively, without aggravating the injury. Torn ACLs can be career ending, as I’m sure you know. We’ll have to see how your recovery goes, but with how severe the tear is, I’m not sure a full return will be possible for you,” he said. Cora just nodded. 

She felt like everything was crumbling around her. It was, without a doubt, the worst case scenario for her. Softball was part of her. If she couldn’t lace up her cleats and play anymore, who she? Softball had been her world since she was a child, looking forward to the weather breaking in the spring each year. Now everything was in jeopardy, including her Olympic dreams. 

“So, when can we do this? Because I’m not giving up,” Cora said. 

“The earliest we can get you in for surgery is Monday morning,” he said. She took a breath, trying to steady herself.

“Let’s do it,” she said.

“We’ll get you sorted up front,” he said. Cora took a moment to collect herself. When she returned to the waiting room, she didn’t say a word to Cassidy before setting up the appointment for her surgery. It wasn’t until they got to Cassidy’s car that she broke the silence.

“What’s the verdict Owens?” the shorter woman asked. Cora sighed. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. Not with Cassidy, not with anyone. 

“Surgery. Even then...Dr. Ashford isn’t sure I can play again. I did quite a number on my knee,” Cora said. She was trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. 

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August turned into September. Cora had her surgery and were in the midst of therapy to rehab it. She were frustrated with her progress. It seemed for every step forward, it was another two back with setbacks. 

Cora was at her usual Monday appointment, but this time, one of the other patients had someone with her. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it where she knew him from. 

“When can I start playing again?” she asked. Her physical therapist sighed. 

“Cora, you might not play again. We’ve talked about this,” she said. 

“I will play again,” she told her, the tone of her voice even and sure. Cora wouldn’t accept any other outcome. 

“With how much damage was done...going back out there could do more harm,” she explained. Cora just stared her down. 

“I don’t care what happens. All I know is in 2020, I will be at the Olympics. I will be the captain of the team. And we will bring home a gold medal,” Cora snapped. Cora was in a mood and her physical therapist wasn’t about to argue with her. Cora was far from the first stubborn patient she’d had. As her session went on, the woman who was with the other physical therapist took her spot on the next table next to Cora. 

“Oh, don’t pay any mind to her, she’s a bit of a pessimist,” the woman said. Cora laughed.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she replied. 

“What brings you here? Some kind of exciting story I’m sure,” she said.

“I messed up my knee playing softball in Japan,” Cora told her. 

“That’s definitely more exciting that what I did. I slipped taking the trash out and hurt my knee. Embarrassing really,” she said. The two of them fell into conversation,  the person who had come with her sitting silently. Cora still weren’t sure why he looked familiar.

“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Amy. This is my son, Seth,” she said.

“I’m Cora,” Cora said. That was when it clicked for Cora. Seth was Seth Jones from the Columbus Blue Jackets.  She wasn't sure what to do with that information. She followed hockey, but her main team was the Devils and she wasn’t too up to date on the rosters of other teams. 

“How long have you played softball?” Amy asked. Cora smiled.

“My whole life. I was practically raised on the ball field,” Cora told her. The two of them fell into conversation about her softball career and what had led up to her injury. She was easy to talk to and for once, someone wasn’t telling her to consider the possibility that she wasn’t going to be able to play again. 

Before long, her appointment was over. Cora was waiting for her ride to show up. She hated the loss of independence that came with not being allowed to drive for a while. When Cassidy showed up, Cora just shook her head when she asked how the appointment was.

“If one more person tells me I might never play again, I’m going to scream,” Cora said to her. 

“You do realize that is a possibility, right?” she asked.

“Cass, I’m not accepting it as a possibility until never playing again is the only option left on the table,”she said as Cassidy pulled out of the lot.

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need your love. | t. barrie

AN: I’ve had this little idea in my head for a while now and I am finally writing it. Inspired by the song “Tequila” by Dan + Shay. I just love my sweet little T-Bear! Let me know what you think!

Tyson had been doing so well. It had been weeks, maybe even a month or more since your face fluttered through his mind. He had focused all his energy on hockey, his friends, and moving on with his life. A part of him had even felt a little freer now that he could go to parties and not have to worry about whether you wanted to be there or not. Not that you had ever turned down a party.

Now, he found himself staring down at the shot glass that someone had just shoved into his hand, the recognizable smell filling his nose, and the achingly familiar burn traveling down his throat. The drink had been a trigger, even though he hadn’t known what powers it held when he downed it. Now, his head was spinning, even though it was only his first shot of the night, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.

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