He is one of the best goaltenders in the league.
He's also hated by his teammates.
He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it?
There wasn't anyone to stop him.
Until he met her...
A Jeremy Swayman AU
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The first two days of my "injury" was spent drunk in my apartment. I drank everything I had. I woke up on the third day to a ringing phone. Fuck does my head hurt. I reached for my phone and answered. "What?"
"Morning to you too, punk." Its Linus. Fuck me.
"Morning," I grumble.
"Just checking on you," he replies.
"It's early, man. Couldn't it have been check later?"
Linus sighs and I know he's shaking his head. "It is later, Jeremy. It's three PM in Vegas. Which means its noon in Boston."
I pull my phone away from my head and check. Yep, it sure is noon. I put my phone back to my ear. "So, it is."
"Just tell me you aren't drinking and driving." I can hear the genuine concern in his voice.
"I promise, I'm not. I've been drinking by myself at home." I get up gingerly and head to the kitchen for coffee. That's when I notice all the bottles on the counter. "Shit."
"What?"
Whoops, I didn't mean to say that out loud. "Sorry, I'm just out of coffee. I'm gonna head to the coffee shop."
"Ok, if you want to talk, just let me know." Now he sounds sad. A sad Linus is depressing AF and I don't want that. I never want that.
"Thanks bud. I'm ok right now. I promise, I'm being safe."
"Try to get a workout in," he says. "I'll talk to you later."
"Later." I hung up and banged my head against the wall. Ow. I really do need coffee, but the kitchen is a mess. A mess I need to clean up after coffee. I shower and dress and head down the block to The Addicted. I love the name of the place. It's quiet since the morning rush is over. I order and sit in the back. With my hat and sunglasses, I don't get recognized much. I'm checking out my calendar on my phone when the door chimes. I look up to see Stella Williams walking in, phone to her head.
"I am in public, so I am not discussing this again... You want to sleep around, go right ahead but it won't be with me any longer." She hung up with a sigh and ordered her coffee with an apology.
I've never really looked at Stella. My eyes were on Leia but now... now I see what I had been missing. While Leia was short and beautiful, Stella is not tall, maybe five-six, but she is gorgeous. She's a light brown brunette with pale blue eyes, a compliment to her best friend's espresso hair and green eyes. Her olive skin is flawless with a few freckles around her nose. As a trainer, I knew she was fit but in the yoga pants and hoodie she is wearing, I can tell she is a smoke show.
I try not to stare as she picks up her coffee and heads out. I watch as she walks away and wonder what her call was about. I thought about asking her to sit and talk, but I can't at the moment. I need to get back home and clean up.
