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willykappymarnsmatts · 3 years

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Angels Like You (Can't Fly Down Here With Me)(Chapter 4)(A. Matthews/M. Marner)

Mitch and Auston roll into practice together and park next to the same entrance they do every single practice. Business as usual, even though all Mitch wants to do is crawl back into bed and cry or actually murder someone with all the conflicted feelings he has. Auston being at his place this morning has made it slightly more bearable though. Just his presence makes everything seem kind of okay, and as they get out of the car, it’s almost as if he reads Mitch’s mind and puts his hand on his thigh and squeezes gently, in an effort to comfort him enough to stop him from actually vibrating with nerves. “You gonna be okay? I can always tell Keefe you’re too hungover, or sick, or whatever you want the story to be.”

Mitch’s breath catches, which he blames on Auston forcing him out of his head so suddenly, not on his touch, and smiles a bit, but shakes his head. “I’m okay. Honestly. I think this is the best thing for me right now, to just continue life as usual.”

Auston knows he’s lying, knows Mitch well enough to tell when he’s not being totally honest, but he smiles at him anyways and nods. “If you need anything just tell me, alright? Anything.” Auston actually might jump in front of a bus with how overly affectionate he knows he sounds, but Mitch smiles slightly and glances at Auston before looking back down at his lap, and he forgets to be disgusted with himself. They drag themselves out of the car and as they grab their bags, Will comes up from behind them and pushes himself between the two of them, an arm around each of their shoulders.

“Morning, boys,” Will starts, all too energetic and bubbly for the tense air around them. It breaks the grey cloud looming over Mitch’s head a bit, though, but when he visibly perks up Auston’s heart clenches. He’s happy, of course, but almost jealous it wasn’t him to snap him out of it.

Why couldn’t it be him?

“Morning, Will. How ya doing, bud?”

“Great, actually.” The two of them trail off into a conversation about Will’s exciting morning, leaving Auston to berate himself. He wants so badly to be William at this moment. The jealousy he feels makes him want to vomit. He actually might be sick, because what the fuck. It’s his two best friends. It’s not like Mitch even likes him back, never mind loves him the way Auston does. He has no fucking right to be jealous, but he can’t help it. Mitch is his entire world, and he’d kill to just put a smile on his pretty face, and Will is able to do it in the first two seconds of them seeing each other. He doesn’t want anyone to make Mitch as happy as he does, and it's gross and disgusting and toxic but he can’t help it because it’s how he feels. He hates it, but it’s the truth.

Mitch notices his silence and when they sit down next to each other in their stalls, he tries to ask him what’s up by knocking their knees together. Auston just shakes his head and bites his tongue, swallowing down the three words he wants to say more than anything to save himself from the embarrassment and disappointment he knows he would feel for the rest of time if he was actually honest about this. It’s the one thing he knows he can’t share with Mitch, and it’s the one thing he wants to the most. Mitch just nods, pauses for a second, then starts without looking up at Auston right away.

“Will invited us over to his place for dinner tonight. Said his apartment’s been empty with Kap gone, and I haven’t been over there in a while…” The guilt that displays itself all over Mitch’s face is more than enough to have Auston nodding his head in agreement, even though he knows exactly what Will is planning to do as soon as he has the two of them in a room together with him and no fans or teammates or staff to see. He just does not have the energy for it today, but who could say no to Mitch. “Cool! Awesome, I’ll, uh, I’ll tell him we can go, then. What time do you want me to pick you up?”

It has to stop, Auston knows that. The two of them have been driving each other around since rookie year, and it’s probably part of what led to all of his messed up feelings. Spending so much time with each other, it’s bound to happen to at least one of them, and the one ended up being Auston. So it has to stop. “I can drive myself, you know.” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as snide as it does, because when would he ever purposely try to hurt Mitch, but the second the words leave his mouth he regrets all of it.

“Oh,” Mitch nods, looking like someone just sucker-punched him in the gut. “Uhm, yeah, I know. I just thought that, since I usually pick you up to go to things, I would. But if you don’t want to, that's fine. Yeah.” He shoots his gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do now. He wasn’t expecting it to be that big of a deal, but now he feels like he’s suffocating.

Auston’s chest hurts so bad he could scream, and even though his heart is saying to lighten up and back off, when he opens his mouth, his tone stays the same as before. “I just think we should give each other some space sometimes. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything.” He spits the last word and actually cannot physically remove the disgust from his face. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Relax!

Mitch doesn’t look up right away, but nods and bites his lip. Auston gets up and starts putting his stuff from his bag into his cubby, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Mitch unsure of what to do with himself, playing with his watch absentmindedly while he chews the living hell out of the inside of his cheek. He continues to watch him while he gets up from his place and stands up next to Auston.

“What is up with you lately, man?” Mitch suddenly bursts, his voice raised a level louder than anyone else in the room. The entire team falls silent, and Auston knows for a fact that usually that would make Mitch calm down, chill out, because despite the fact that he has an A on his chest and has the centre of attention in most rooms he walks into, he still forgets what he wants to say as soon as he has the room’s attention. He continues right on, though, without a second thought about who’s listening. “You’re on and you’re off. You show up to my place all ‘I love you I care about you you don’t need her’ and now you’re snappy and rude. What the fuck have I done to you to hate me so fucking much that when I’m already down, you act like I’m fucking stupid and don’t notice you look miserable when you’re around me?!”

Auston turns towards Mitch, but when he sees the look on his face, any comeback that was on his lips dies right there. He’s seen that look on him, pointed towards the opposing player on a faceoff, or towards a ref after a stupid call against his team, and heartbreakingly towards himself in the mirror after a game he feels like he lost. Auston’s always been the one to wipe that look away, to tell him everythings going to be okay, to calm him down and remind him there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him. That look has never been pointed towards him. Never.

Will stands up then and starts towards Mitch, looking frantically back and forth between Mitch and Auston, looking for Auston to tell him what to do. Auston just stares at Mitch, tongue in cheek, so Will tries to butt in. “Hey, Mitch, I think we should chill out a bit, eh?” “Get the fuck away from me Will. I need to know what his fucking problem is.” Mitch shoves Will to the side, and even though he could’ve easily stood his ground, he backs away a step, not leaving his side completely. Will looks up at Auston, completely unsure of how he’s supposed to help in this situation. Auston thinks his lungs might have actually collapsed because he suddenly can't get a breath in. John makes his way over to the three of them from the other side of the locker room and puts his arms on Auston’s biceps, knowing his tells for when he needs right there, in his space, to calm him down before he implodes. He turns him away from Mitch and forces Auston to make eye contact with him, to look away from Mitch. “Shower, Aus?”

He doesn’t respond, but numbly follows his captain to the showers without looking back to see Will push Mitch into his seat and sit next to him with an arm around his shoulder, all the fight evidently escaping Mitch’s body. “Suit up and ice in two minutes, boys,” John announces to the team before leaving the room.

The door to the showers swings shut and John walks over to where Auston is leaning against a stall door. “What just happened?”

He didn’t even feel like crying two seconds ago, but with his captain so close to him, looking at him like he’s a wounded puppy, he can’t keep it together anymore. John stays right in front of him, doesn’t flinch when Auston’s shoulders start to shake and the tears start to stream down his face.

“I love him, John,” Auston admits, defeated. His shoulders slump and he doesn’t really look at John, instead staring at his hands, his slides, John’s shoulder. “I love him, and he doesn’t love me, he’ll never love me the way I love him, and I think I might die. I actually think it might kill me, how much I love him.” John just shakes his head, looking sadder than Auston has ever seen him, and pulls him into a tight hug. He holds him there for a couple seconds, until Auston grunts a little and steps back. “Yeah, I, uh, I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. Love isn’t even a big enough word to describe the feelings I have for him. But he, uh, he doesn’t love me, and I don’t really know how to get over it.”

“Oh, kid, you don’t.”

“What?” Auston was expecting some sort of advice, maybe an ‘I know’, not a fucking death sentence.

“You don’t just ‘get over it’, kid. It doesn’t work that way. I’m sure you’ve had girlfriends you’ve ‘loved’, and you ‘love’ your dog, and your team, but this is a totally different thing. I believe that once in your life, you meet someone who changes the way you see the world. They take everything you think you know, throw it in the garbage, and reteach it to you. They show you what true, unconditional, absolute love is. You feel like you can’t breathe when you’re without them, and you only feel truly complete when they’re next to you. You can’t imagine your life without them. That’s your soulmate, and if you don’t end up with them, you might ‘move on’, you might meet someone and get married and have kids and have your dream life, but you’ll never truly forget them. They’re your one big, true, epic love.”

“Is that you and Aryne?”

John nods, smiling a little, but remaining somber. “Yeah, it is.”

“Is that, uh, is that me and Mitch?” “I think so, buddy. And if he doesn’t feel the same, it’ll feel like it’ll kill you, but I promise you you’ll survive. It’ll be hell, but you will get through it, and you will be happy again. Maybe never as happy as you are when you’re around him, but close. And if he does feel the same, you’ll be happy as long as you’re with him. Even when the entire world feels like it’s crumbling down around you, he’ll be there, and it’ll make everything kind of okay.”

Auston is unsure how to respond, how to say something even close to as emotionally intelligent as John. “What should I do?” he asks.

“I can’t tell you that, bud. All I can tell you is he is your one true, epic love, and if you let him slip away before ever telling him how you feel, you will never, ever forgive yourself.”

Auston nods and leans in to briefly hug his captain, then shakes his entire body out, takes a breath, and goes to strap on his skates. Mitch is his soulmate. It’s something he’s always had an idea of, something he always thought might possibly be true, but to hear someone else say it out loud, to hear the actual words spoken by his captain of all people, it convinces whatever part of him was holding out on the thought.

Mitch is his soulmate.

He doesn’t know if Mitch feels the same. In fact, he’s almost sure he doesn’t. But if he doesn’t say anything, he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. He pauses where he is, bent over, tying his skate laces. He sits up with his hands on his knees and looks at John, who’s across the room, tying his own laces. “I have to go.”

“And do what?” John doesn’t look up, but Auston knows he has his full attention.

“I just have to do something. I have to tell him, I think, but it has to be perfect, because he’s perfect. I have to, uh, I have to go,” Auston trails off and starts taking off his skates at lightning speed. John look up at him briefly, a small smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about anything, Aus. I’ll take care of Keefe.” Auston nods without looking at his captain, his mind spinning, but completely and utterly focused on the one thing he knows is true.

Mitch is my soulmate. I am utterly in love with Mitch Marner.

And I’m gonna teach him what real love is.

#auston matthews/mitch marner #auston matthews #mitch marner #hockey #nhl #hockey fic #hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs #william nylander #john tavares #willykappymarnsmatts

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jstlikemagic · 4 years

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One Night Chance. - Jeff Wittek Imagine

Title: One Night Chance.

Pairings: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (For swears tho)

Summary: Being friends with benefits has always been fun but what about when two makes three? Also, what are the chances Y/N goes into labor at Jeff’s stand-up show?

TW: Drugs and alcohol (both lightly mentioned)

A/N: Hi y’all! Ya girl is BACK AGAIN!!! This time I have a “pre-sober” Jeff imagine! I decided to write this because I really wanted to write something pregnancy-related, a little bit of a comedy, and also something serious. If you liked this, please reblog/like! Thank you!

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Taking a good look around Jeff’s dressing room, you started having flashbacks about what life was like eight months ago. The patron that was spilt on the carpet, reminded you of all times you and the guys would get fucked up at David’s house parties. The keef residue that was left on the table, reminded you of when you’d just be chilling in the living room with a bong in your hand, thinking life couldn’t get any better. You were so happy with your lifestyle and how much fun you’d been having. Soon enough though, life took a turn.

-Eight Months Ago-

The past few weeks had been rough. You were so tired that you almost fell asleep in the car a few times. You were so hungry, that Postmates was your new best friend. The toilet was your new home since you’d been puking and pissing a lot recently. Feeling uneasy one day and puking up a delicious breakfast burrito, you had that feeling.

Forcing yourself up from the bathroom floor, you grabbed your car keys and busted out of your apartment. Jumping into your car, you floored it to the nearest convenience store. After you parked your car, you speed walked into the store due to your heightened anxiety. As you walked down the aisles, you finally spotted the women’s health aisle. Pregnancy tests. Pregnancy tests. Where would those be. A lightbulb shot up in your head once you spotted the array of pee sticks. Shaky hands reached for the Clear Blue pregnancy tests, grabbing eight “just in case.” Going up to the counter, you hurriedly placed the tests on the counter. “Aw, sweetie. I see the anticipation. Have you been trying?” said the counter employee.

“Yes, I’m very much anticipating a little shit that’s gonna run my money dry and ruin my life,” you sarcastically said. With the employee looking shocked as hell and you already handing the cash over, you decided it was best to just leave as fast as possible. Taking the bag, you gave one of those bitchy smiles and said “have a nice day.” Fucking bitch.

Flooring it home, you nearly sprinted into your bathroom. Making sure you could provide for eight samples, you drank at least three bottles of water. After providing for each sample, you left each test on the sink counter.

You weren’t going to cry but god damn, what if you were actually pregnant… with Jeff’s baby. The two of you were only friends, who fooled around occasionally. Backtracking to how possible it could be, you started freaking yourself out even more. Jeff had been fucking you for at least three months straight so that’d be very possible. Plus, you both relied on the “reliable” pull out method.

Creeping back into the bathroom seven out of the eight tests looked like they were done. With both ends on the edge of the counter, your head slowly drooped down to look at the sticks. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Not Pregnant, oh I like this one. Pregnant. Suddenly, you saw the last test blinking which meant it was about to read the result. Every last bit of you wanted it to say not pregnant but it didn’t even matter at this point. Still keeping hope alive, you lifted the stick up to your face. Pregnant.

Well, the next obstacle was telling Jeff you were having his baby.

-One Week Later-

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?” His voice alone could make your heart flutter. Reconsidering if a phone call was how you wanted to do this, you erased the consideration out of your head and proceeded with the phone call. It was easier anyways, you wouldn’t be able to see the shock and disappointment on his face.

“So, I have some big news. I mean I guess not big news, small news as of now that will get bigger eventually,” you spoke really fast.

“Did ya get the job ya wanted? I know you’re only a secretary but you’ll work your way up and life will be great!” he exclaimed.

Trying not to be salty because you didn’t get the job he was talking about, you laughed it off. “I, uh-, didn’t get the job. I actually have some other news that involves you. I’m pregnant and it’s very much yours,” you blurted It out. Without hearing his response, you felt a huge weight just fall off your shoulders. Hearing a sigh come from the other end of the phone, it was soon followed by empty moments of silence.

“Are ya sure? Like are you sure that you’re pregnant? And are ya sure that you want this? Y/N, we’re in our 20s. We’re living it up and living our best lives.”

“Jeff, I am 100% pregnant. I’ll mail you out all the sticks I pissed on. You can have all water bottles I used too.” Taking a moment to think of his last question, you started to feel hot tears roll down your cheek. “I think I want this. This could be my wakeup call to cut the shit. This is my endgame... Actually, of course I want this. I think what I want to know is, do you want this? I’ll do this with or without-“

“Yes, I want this. I want you. I want this baby. I just wanted to put the ball in your court because it is your body, your choice. The idea of having a baby right now is a little frightening but maybe I need this wakeup call too. Ya know we do stupid shit. I wanna have someone to wanna come home to. I wanna have someone pop in my head every time I see ten shots lined up for me and it makes me not want to do it. With that being said. I’m down if you’re down,” he interrupted. Feeling so overwhelmed by his support and letting you have this decision just made you burst into tears.

-Eight Months Later-

Getting up to go the bathroom, which felt like the millionth time today, Jeff grabbed your hand to help lift you off that comfortable couch. “I got this,” you agitatedly said. Being almost nine months pregnant, you hated everything. You either puked or pissed yourself. The smell of certain food would throw you over the edge. Moving around got harder because your huge belly that got in the way. You also partially resented Jeff because he shot his sperm up inside of you. He was really good dealing with your mood swings though. He knew when to give you space and is very assuring about everything you do.

Walking into the bathroom, you lifted your dress up and pulled your underwear down so fast, just to make sure you didn’t piss your pants. Immediately sitting on the toilet, you could feel some pressure in your uterus from the sudden and fast movements. Placing one hand on your stomach, you said “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s just making sure she doesn’t spring a leak on this god-awful linoleum floor. But I just want to let you know, that you need to get the fuck out of me.” Your voice got louder every word in your last sentiment.

“Is everything okay in there?” Jeff hollered from the other side of the dressing room.

“Yes, and please shut the fuck up. I’m concentrating!” you screamed back while rolling your eyes. Sitting on the toilet, you suddenly felt a huge wave of liquid pass through you. Knowing you didn’t put any pressure like you were pissing, your first instinct was to get up and look in the toilet. You immediately wiped yourself and threw that in the toilet. Spotting a little bit of blood and few solid pieces which resembled skin, you knew it was time. The time. Feeling a wave of panic and anxiety, you flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and called Jeff over to the front of the bathroom door. With a smile on his face, he dutifully walked towards you.

“What’s up, baby? Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” he started questioning you. He could tell from the look on your face that something was happening.

“Okay, so don’t panic. That’s my first rule okay,” you whispered, making sure no one else was going to hear the next thing. “I believe that I’m in labor but like not too sure. But I think I am.” Seeing Jeff’s eyes go wide, you immediately covered his mouth with your hand. “Don’t you fucking say anything. Help me get in the tour bus and figure this out.” Threatening him wasn’t a part of the plan and you had to do what was necessary so no one else in the room heightened the panic.

Jeff took your hand and led you through what felt like endless rooms to the cool outside. While passing by people, you painted a smile on your face. The last thing you wanted was for someone to tweet that you were in labor. This whole pregnancy, you had been scared if any information would leak. Such as if the hospital was leaked and people put two-and-two together, that fans would show up. Finally reaching the bus, he grabbed both of your hands and walked you up the bus. You went to sit down onto the couch but instantly felt a contraction. People weren’t kidding when they said contractions were a bitch. As the contraction passed through your body, you finally sat yourself down with him right next to you.

“Not to be an insensitive asshole but I also have a show in like thirty minutes but we’re also having a baby! I’m gonna look up online how to stop labor for a little bit, just to buy us time.” Never have you ever shot him such a nasty ass look. You didn’t give a flying fuck about his show, you had a baby who just received their eviction notice.

“No! You can’t just web it the fuck up and expect it to stop!” you screamed. Out of everything he could’ve said during this stressful time, he decided to say that. Feeling another contraction, you threw your head backed and moaned at the pain. Looking at Jeff, you both just knew you two were in for one hell of a night, maybe even days. If there’s one thing you two understood was that you agreed on this together and knew you two have to work together to get this baby out.

#jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagines #jeff wittek blurbs #vlog squad imagines

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a-lonely-tatertot · 3 years

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(Unlocked spoilers; poorly written everything. I am finding out that writing people interacting is very much not my strong suit.)

“Sooo...” Tam mumbles, stirring his sugar-coffee with his spoon. “How has your day been?”

It’s been seven hours since Keefe finished the mental excersizes with Tiergan. However, the odd novelty of being asked out via Linh is still fresh- not that this is anything more than an odd frenemy-friendship-date, Keefe has to remind himself. Still though... what a way to find out Tam was severly lacking in the social department.

Keefe shrugs. He knows he should probably answer with his voice to make things less awkward, but there are at least thirty people in this small building and accidentally entrancing them all does not sound ideal.

Tam nods slowly, eyes still glued to his coffee. “Cool.”

Keefe reaches for the notepad in front of him, taking ahold of his pen as well. He’s aware of Tam’s eyes on him as he scribbles down his question before shoving the paper across the table.

It takes Tam a moment to read it; his eyebrows crunch together as he attempts to discern the letters. “Uh,” he says, sliding the note back, “I mean it’s not like I’m going to sleep anyways?” He’s the one shrugging this time.

Keefe gives him a blank look.

“What?” Tam leans back. “You act like drinking caffeine at 11:00p.m. is going to kill me.”

Rolling his eyes, Keefe takes a sip of his decaf coffee. “You are ridiculous.” The words escape his mouth before he can completely register them and his head shoots up, partly expecting to be met with the sight of Tam juggling against his will.

Instead, he is provided with a glare from a moody Shade who has his arms crossed.

“Keefe, even if you do anything, literally no one but me is going to hear you, and even then there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to do it.”

Keefe snorts. His voice, as it always is nowadays, is quiet. “Tell yourself that the next time you tick me off- or try to murder Linh, for that matter.”

“She deserves it.” Tam is back to mumbling and stirring his coffee now. Embarrassment comes off him in waves as he looks back up. “You know, you can leave whenever you want, right? I don’t mind.”

Dragging a hand down his face, Keefe shakes his head, grabbing the pen again.

A sigh escapes Tam as he is once again forced to decipher Keefe’s writing. He huffs. “I don’t need the social interaction, contrary to Linh’s belief.”

“You’re literally a Shade.” Keefe glares at him. As much as he isn’t a fan of Tam, he knows he needs someone to talk to who isn’t his sister. “Do you even realize that, like, the whole point of shadows is that they follow people- you guys are literally supposed to be second or third in line for most-social-ability.”

“No. We follow- not interact.”

“That’s interacting.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Tam.” Keefe is leaning across the table now. If he weren’t so annoyed he’d be weirded out by how close their noses are. “Listen, you don’t have to talk to me- because let’s be real here, this is insanely weird- but, say it with me, ‘A healthy Shade is a social Shade!’”

Tam’s moth remains shut.

Keefe lowers his voice, as to avoid being heard by anyone else. “I said, say ‘A happy Shade is a social Shade.’”

“A happy Shade is a social Shade.” Tam blurts out, his face turning pink.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t...” Keefe decides he doesn’t want to risk anything and stops himself to write it down.

‘I thought you said you wouldn’t listen to me.’

Tam’s face flushes more. “You caught me off guard.”

Keefe snorts. “Sure. Oh! And by the way, who’s Jasper?” He wiggles his eyebrows, hoping a subject change will improves Tam’s mood.

And while it certainly doesn’t improve Tam’s mood- given how he’s completely red at the mention of it- it certainly improves Keefe’s as the older boy burrows his face into his coffee.

“Oh?” Keefe laughs. “Does Shady McSilverbangs have a crush?”

Tam looks up to glare at him before putting the half empty cup down. “No.”

“He does! Doesn’t he! Careful, Bangs Boy. I can tell that you’re lying and I’m pretty sure Ro can hear your heartbeat from where she is outside.”

If possible, Tam turns redder. “I don’t. Linh just thought- thinks- I do and asked him to call me.” The last part of his sentence can barely be understood.

“Really? Because that’s a lot of emotion you’re hitting me with right now.”

Tam’s glare worsens. “Why are we even talking about this?”

Keefe shrugs. He takes a sip of his coffee, forcing Tam to wait for his answer. “It’s entertaining.”

“Ugh.” Tam adds more sugar to his coffee like he’s trying to put himself into a sugar coma. “I hate you.”

“You wound me, Bangs Boy.” Keefe cries. “Though, you came here on your own accord- I didn’t drag you anywhere this time.”

The other sinks in his seat. “You needed the workout anyways.”

“I did not! Besides, you weigh, like, three pounds.”

Tam scoffs. “You were sweating by the time you were done, so clearly you needed the workout given that dragging three pounds did that to you.”

“Dude, you made me drag you up two flights of stairs.”

Tam takes another drink of his coffee. “My point still stands.”

Keefe isn’t sure what to say to that, causing the two of them to fall into an awkward silence as they focus on their drinks.

They’ve only been out for thirty minutes or so, but honestly this whole thing isn’t going super well. They should probably just go back home and forget this all ever happened. Keefe can try to set Tam up with someone else...

The Empath wracks his mind, looking through a mental list of anyone who might make a better friend than him, but everyone he thinks of is either too wrapped up in their own personal problems or just doesn’t know Bangs Boy well enough. Great. Just great. So not only is Tam possibly stuck just being alone- his only other seemingly currently available option is either that Jasper guy or a terrible friend... frenemy... person.

Keefe looks back up at Tam.

He’a still embarrassed and it’s not that Keefe doesn’t mind it, but he really minds it. “Okay, seriously, what’s wrong?”

Tam’s head snaps up as he jumps. “What?”

Keefe gestures to himself. “Empath. Emotions. Why are you so embarrassed?”

“I’m fine.” Tam finishes the last of his coffee. “We should probably head back soon so you can sleep. You almost done?”

Keefe sighs, having given up for now. “Yeah, lets go.”

Your writing is giving me life rn-

I am loving this awkward forced-by-sister date and the “A happy shade is a social shade” was absolutely hilarious and yeah I’m with you people interacting is really hard to write sometimes I mostly end up reading a bunch of other fics to see how the characters would interact

#this was like the greatest thing to wake up to #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic #tam song #keefe sencen #kam #kotlc kam #tatertot asks #unlocked spoilers #unlocked 8.5

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holidaywishes · 4 years

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Can’t Keep It a Secret Forever

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Summary/Request: hey! can you write an imagine where the reader is dating nick robertson for like a year and a half but the relationship is still a secret and the reader is a senior in high school maybe in atlanta or somewhere in the usa and their graduation is coming up and he surprises her there and some of her classmates take pictures of them and their relationship becomes public via the media the next day. then nick like posts a couple pictures of them confirming the relationship. thank you so much!!!

Warning: Fluff but that’s it?

Author’s Note: First, this is super short, not my favourite writing and a little different than the request but it’s kind of cute, so I’m not mad at it. Second, Look at that face! He’s adorable! However, he’s also a child (baby boy was born on September 11, 2001. So, that’s rough) and I’m almost 10 years older than he is so, therefore, I will not be writing smut for him. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it. If you request smut for him, I will have to pass. Anyway! I’m happy to write some fluffy stuff and I hope you enjoy this short little request!

*EDIT* I’M SO SORRY GUYS! I realize now that the orginal GIF was not actually Nick Robertson so I’ve changed it. I was hoping to find a GIF of him not on the ice and in an interview so you could see his face but, alas, I couldn’t find one.

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Nick and you had met as Juniors in high school, before he was drafted to the Maple Leafs. He was a shy guy, a little goofy, but sweet. You were part of the drama club to which your friends teased you endlessly about by saying you could never get enough drama in your life so you had to join a club for it, you’d laugh and shrug them off. But Nick never teased you, even if it was just for play. A year later, you had developed feelings for him, started a relationship with him and were basking in a state of teenage bliss but when the Toronto Maple Leafs came calling, he wanted to keep the relationship a secret.

“You’re going to Toronto. You’re going to be almost 3,000 miles away from me but you don’t want us to be public?!” you yelled as he sighed in front of you, “I don’t understand! Why?!”

“I just think it will easier. Just for a little bit, okay?” he answered

“Easier? Easier for you. Nick, we’ve only been dating for like six months. I don’t want our relationship to fail before we have a chance to even really have one!”

“It won’t!” he exclaimed, standing up suddenly to put his hands on your shoulders, “it won’t, baby. You just have to trust me. It won’t be for long.” He pulled you in for a hug and you hesitated for a moment before falling into him, letting go of a sigh you had been holding in. You went to the airport a couple weeks later to send him off with his parents who said they’d be meeting him in a couple days and you felt a sudden rush of sadness as you hugged him goodbye.

“I don’t want you to go...” you whispered while he squeezed you tighter

“I know,” he replied, kissing your cheek, “but I’ll see you soon okay?” He smiled at you before walking past the gate and toward security and his parents tapped you on the shoulder to lead you out of the airport. You went back to school and he went into Boot Camps and training with the team and you only ever saw him when he came back in the summer; even then, he’d try to spend as much time with his friends and keep you hidden away.

“Nick this is exhausting,” you said when you finally got a moment alone with him, the two of you looking up at the stars as you sat on a blanket on the beach and listened to the waves crash onto the shore, “I want to be with you. I hate hiding us, I hate not being able to tell people where I’m going in case you told people where you were going. It’s been almost a year since you left and you said that this whole secret thing was only going to be for a little while. It’s been more than a little while...”

“I have a chance at starting this year,” he replied, “Coach says I’ve really been improving.”

“Babe, the season is already well underway. If you were going to start, you’d have started already.” He scoffed at your words and you smiled timidly at him, raising your eyebrows in defence

“I could be put on a different line, a starting line. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Why can’t we just tell people we’re dating?” you asked and he sighed

“What happens if we tell people we’re dating and everyone makes comments about you? Start saying that you’re only dating me because I’m in the NHL?”

“Then we’ll make it very obvious that we started dating before all of that” you argued

“And if they don’t believe it?”

“Then who cares?!” you pushed, “It’s our relationship, not theirs.”

“I just think we have to play it safe.”

“What about my graduation?”

“What about it?”

“Are you going to be there?”

“I don’t know my schedule babe...”

“I don’t graduate for like eight months.”

“I will be there”

“Will we be public by then?”

“Maybe,” he said, “I don’t know. Let’s not worry about that right now. Look at how beautiful this night is. The cool, California breeze just drifting across us. The sound of the waves and a clear sky. It’s perfect.”

“Mhm...” you hummed and he laughed, kissing your temple before turning back to look up at the stars.

Nick’s P.O.V.

You had finished your training camp with the Leafs and Keefe said he was really impressed with you. It was looking like you would have a real chance at starting a regular season game, when the statement came out:

"In light of ongoing developments resulting from the coronavirus, and after consulting with medical experts and convening a conference call of the Board of Governors, the National Hockey League is announcing today that it will pause the 2019-20 season beginning with tonight's games. We will continue to monitor all the appropriate medical advice, and we will encourage our players and other members of the NHL community to take all reasonable precautions -- including by self-quarantine, where appropriate. Our goal is to resume play as soon as it is appropriate and prudent, so that we will be able to complete the season and award the Stanley Cup. Until then, we thank NHL fans for your patience and hope you stay healthy.”

It hit you like a glass door that you didn’t see and you weren’t sure how to feel. The only thing you could do was what everyone else was doing: self-isolate back home. On one hand, you were happy that you’d be able to spend time with your family and with (Y/N) but on the other hand, you hated that the season was cut short. When you landed in Arcadia, your first stop was to see your girlfriend to see how she was doing

“Nick?” she said when she opened the door, shock covering her face, “what are you doing here?”

“The season’s been postponed...” you answered

“Right.. yeah, no. I heard that. I just meant here, here.”

“I wanted to see you. I know this is your Senior year and I know how much it must suck to not have your Prom and the graduation ceremony...”

“Yeah,” she said, stepping out of her house, “it’s a weird feeling to know that I won’t be going back to school on Monday or that all the work that I was preparing to do for SATs won’t really matter in a couple months.” You hugged her tightly when her head dropped

“I’m sorry” was all you could muster but when she stepped back

“I’m glad you’re here... but I’m confused...” she said, “we’re still not public...”

“I know...” you replied, “but I wanted to spend time with you.” She smiled before inviting you inside. By the time her prom came around, you had set up the most cliché Prom theme you could think of; starry night. You covered the ceiling in glow in the dark stars, ordered card stock stars from Party City to hang from the ceiling, grabbed a few Christmas decorations from your parents garage that gave that “romantic” vibe that you were looking for and led a blind-folded (Y/N) into the room as “The Starry Night” by Dylan Saunders played. You marvelled at her in her dress before you took the blindfold off so she could look at the room in front of her.

“Oh my god! Nicky...” she gasped, looking at all the details you’d put into the room, “this is amazing. How.. when did you do all this?”

“I had some help from your parents” you laughed

“Does anyone else know about this?” she asked hesitantly and you frowned before giving your response

“No”

“Oh...” she sighed

“This is just for us.” You tried, taking her hand and leading her into the middle of the room to dance. She rested her head on your shoulder as the two of you swayed to the slow songs that shuffled on the Prom playlist you’d created. You took a few pictures of her, her parents took a few pictures of the two of you, she danced with her dad, you danced with her mom, her parents captured pictures of it all, it was a sweet night but you knew that not being able to share them with her friends or on her social media was upsetting her so you tried to think of the best time to really go public.

It was time to graduate. It didn’t feel like it was because your Principal had arranged for each of you to stand outside your houses while he rode by in his car and handed you your diplomas. But you still made it. You still graduated. Technically.

“This is so weird. I was so looking forward to walking across the stage,” you sighed just as Nick walked through the door, “leaving this place behind and moving on with my life. But now it’s going to feel like I graduated on a technicality.”

“Hey!” Nick shouted, forcing you to turn your body and the tassel on your cap to swing into your face, “don’t think like that! You’re brilliant. Your graduation may suck but you’re not graduating on a technicality. You worked hard for this.”

“It’s just high school, Nicky...”

“But he’s right, sweetheart,” your dad added, “you worked hard for this. You put in the effort and the time. This is not a technicality. Not even one little bit.” Nick smiled at how your dad agreed with him and you rolled your eyes at both of them.

“Come here,” your mom directed, “everyone cuddle close for a picture.” You all did as she asked and you were surprised when Nick leaned in and kissed you on the cheek for the picture, “Alright, I think it’s time. You should get outside, (Y/N)”

“Okay... I’m on my way...” you sighed, “to get my diploma... To graduate...”

“Good luck!” your dad teased as you opened the door to walk outside, causing you to stick your tongue out at him. You were joined shortly by all of them, with your mom constantly taking pictures and Nick going live shortly before your Principal showed up with what looked like a camcorder strapped to the top of his car.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” He yelled from his car and you laughed at the absurdity of this situation, “come grab your diploma!” You jogged lightly to the car, your heels clicking against the concrete and you grabbed your diploma, “Congratulations!” Your Principal said before whispering his apologies for the scenario

“Thank you,” you replied, “it’s... memorable.” You laughed and he waved goodbye as you made your way up your driveway with your mom taking pictures and Nick still live, “guys, stop!”

“We need records of this wondrous occasion” your mom joked and Nick rushed up to you, all smiles

“YOU’VE DONE IT!” he shouted, making sure the camera could see the two of you together, before beginning an interview process, “you’ve graduated high school. How do you feel?”

“The exact same.” you said plainly, a small smile on your face when you realized Nick hadn’t taken his arm back from around your shoulders

“What are your plans now?!” he asked

“I don’t know. I haven’t.. really thought about it”

“Well...” he started, “what about your boyfriend? Are you going to celebrate with him?”

“Nick, what are you doing?”

“We can’t keep it a secret forever, can we?”

“No.. are you sure?” He smiled as his eyes danced across your face before he kissed you gently

“Of course I’m sure. I love you.” He said, cutting his live video there, kissing you more purposefully this time and you finally felt like you could breathe. You were finally allowed to spam your friends feeds with pictures of you and Nick, flooding your social media accounts with videos and posts and stories with the two of you; you were never happier than that. Being able to share your love for him with the people in your world was a wild feeling and one you would never give up for anything.

#Nick Robertson #Nick Robertson imagine #it's like...#kinda cute #but also kinda all over the place

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