“C’mon, Y/N.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“For the hundredth time, Seguin, no.”
You dabbed your eyes with a fresh tissue while your best friend obnoxiously sighed on the other side of the phone. He was in the midst of trying to get you to come to one of his biggest parties of the off-season, because the two of you in a room together made you both the life of the party and also because you were dumped by your longest boyfriend of three years just a few hours ago.
It came completely unexpected. He couldn’t even muster up a proper excuse other than “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I’m no longer in love with you,” when literally the other day, you two were messing around in his apartment, all kissy and flirty and cute and lovey. The only reasonable explanation was that new chick who moved next door with all the gorgeous, model looks that made all the men swoon… including your Justin.
“I’m not taking no for an answer, Y/N.”
You wanted to groan, scream, curse, and just chuck your phone away. As much as you loved your party-loving best friend, Tyler Seguin was far from helpful. He was, without a doubt, no matter how much you loved him, one of those guys who just couldn’t handle a crying girl even if his life depended on it.
Maybe it was your fault for never being the type to get terribly emotional when growing up, so this sudden turn of events was as much of a surprise for him as it was for you.
“Well, too bad,” you sneered into the phone. “I’m not going and you can’t –”
“Remember last summer when we went up to Brampton for your cousin’s kick ass birthday party?”
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you vaguely remembered that event. Vaguely, because you were absolutely wasted that everything – even when you arrived there completely sober – was a complete blur. Nevertheless, you woke up sore and knowing that that was one of the best parties you’ve ever been to. “Yeah, why?”
“Let’s just say I have a few photos from that night,” Tyler practically purred into the phone. You never recalled photos ever being taken. “And, by a few photos, I mean a whole album filled with you and me… topless.”
The tissue drifted out of your hand as you sat up straight and stared at the floor, forcing your brain to try remembering the party. “I hope, by ‘topless,’ you mean that you were topless.”
“I was, but I have a certain someone’s bra on in a few of these pics, so I’d say you were topless more than me.”
You ran a hand through your hair as both anger and fear raced through your system. “You’re fucking bullshitting,” you sneered and he cackled.
“Nope. Now, that’s only just some of the lighter pics, Y/N.” He was now practically singing. “So, if I were you, I’d say get all dollied up and over to my place in ten. If not, I think Mama Y/L/N would just enjoy these oh-so-lovely pictures of her daughter to frame up on the wall. Maybe even a few of the players…”
“Okay, okay!” you exclaimed, already on your feet and racing to your bedroom and into your closet. “I’ll be there, I’ll be there! Just promise not to send them!”
“Love you.” And – click – he hung up.
It took a little longer than ten minutes for you to actually get ready and be at Tyler’s place since you had to make it look like you weren’t hysterically crying for the past four hours. When you looked at least decent, you left for the party, because you weren’t going to impress anyone. You were only there to steal your best friend’s phone, delete the blackmail photos, and murder said best friend.
When you arrived, the party was already in full swing with fallen furniture scattered across the lawn, drunken people making out on said fallen furniture, and the strong stench of alcohol already filling the surrounding air.
You could definitely go for a drink.
You didn’t even walk inside the house when, in the doorway, you and another person went barreling into each other. You managed to stumble back in time for the drinks to miss your dress, unfortunately hitting your shoes, but you couldn’t say the same for the other guy.
“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry,” you breathed, frantically waving your hands towards the area of his drenched shirt. The moment you heard the guy laugh, you lifted your head and went wide-eyed at the sight of Jason Demers. This definitely wasn’t your first time running into Demers like this and you wished that that time was your last, but not all wishes came true.
“Is it me or is this deja vu?” he inquired playfully with the usual smile on his face. He didn’t even seem the slightest bit ticked off, but that was most likely because he found this funnier than anything else.
Exact same spot, exact same enforcer and victim, exact same looking drinks… This was a literally last year’s party all over again. The funny part was that you actually came after a little convincing on Tyler’s part (no blackmail then), because you had a big fight with Justin. It was, without a doubt, deja vu.
But, while Demers found it amusing, you couldn’t help but to feel guilty. You just kept spilling drinks all over him, and last year, you couldn’t help to flirt with him when he started it, but you had to shoot him down when he asked for a date, because even though you were fighting, you were still in a relationship. But – man – did you regret not accepting his date offer for the next few weeks after that and currently now.
As much as you didn’t want to admit, within that little time you spent with Demers, you felt more comfortable and easy-going with him than with Justin.
You really regretted not accepting that date offer…
“Let me take you up to Seguin’s room and get you one of his shirts. Ty won’t mind,” you insisted, clasping one hand on his forearm and the other on his bicep. You tried not thinking about how muscular it was when he involuntarily flexed since he was surprised by your sudden contact. Who were you kidding? He was purposely flexing and you enjoyed the feel of his muscles under your hand.
“Another deja vu,” he teased, walking backwards into the house, while you pushed him in. Your heart constricted at his words, because when you brought him up there last time, that was where Demers kissed your cheek then asked you, with his lips hovering over yours, for a date.
It was torture not being able to kiss him when his lips were literally inches away, but… The ship had sailed. Demers wasn’t going to give you a second chance.
“So, anything new?” Demers inquired as you both ventured through the crowd house, dodging drunks along the way. You realized there was no point in holding him anymore, so you quickly dropped your hands and held them behind your back. You saw the flash of disappointment in his eyes before he smiled and his eyes gleamed.
You mentally repeated his question before something clogged your throat and you ducked your head, fighting back the tears you spent hours before crying. You had to get over him. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t –
“I hope I didn’t mess up your shoes too much,” Demers interjected and you lifted your head in surprise. What? “Did you throw out your last pair?”
You blinked before it dawned upon you what he was talking about. You smiled and glanced down at your footwear. “Oh, they’re whatever. Just something cheap I bought on sale.”
“Well, no matter how cheap they are, they make you look like a thousand bucks.”
A series of laughter escaped your lips and you covered your mouth at his corniness. From the look on his face, he was obviously joking around, but – “Wait a minute!” you exclaimed, waving a finger at him. “You said that last time!”
“So did you,” he retorted as you both began climbing the stairs.
“What can I say? I buy my shit from clearance,” you said, playfully knocking into his shoulder. “Don’t hate, Mr. Rich-Ass-Professional-Hockey-Player.”
“I prefer Mr. Hot-Rich-Ass-Professional-Hockey-Player – thank you very much.”
You smiled as your feet landed on the second floor and you walked towards Tyler’s room. “Someone’s very cocky,” you teased. “Compensating for something?”
“Please. I got nothing to compensate for, baby.”
You playfully flickered your eyes down his body then back up. “Hmm… Debatable.” You stopped at Tyler’s bedroom door and jiggled the knob, only to find it unsurprisingly unlocked. You cracked the door open, but before you looked inside, yelled, “If anyone’s fucking in there, change and leave.” After a few seconds of no response, you peaked in and then walked inside when the coast was clear.
“What if there were people in here, but didn’t have to respond when you came in?” Demers inquired, closing the door behind himself and flickering on the lights.
“I’ve lived around hockey players – more specifically, around Tyler Seguin – my entire life. Nothing shocks me anymore,” you responded, grabbing a button-up shirt from Tyler’s closet. Turning around, you paused in surprise at the sight of Demers sliding off his drenched polo and using it to dry his toned stomach.
But, as your eyes drifted lower, you noticed the stain on his pants. You tossed the new shirt, which he caught with ease, and asked, “Want pants also?”
He lifted his head as he slipped his arms through the holes of the shirt, shamelessly showing off his body. “It’s fine. The drinks mainly hit my shirt.” He looked down at the shirt when he began buttoning, but you stifled a laugh at his failed attempt at buttoning. “These holes are too fucking small.”
You walked over, chuckling. “Maybe you’re just too drunk to do shit,” you teased, pushing his hands away and easily buttoning his shirt. Unable to help yourself though, you took your time buttoning, brushing your hand against his abs as you went up.
“Trust me, I’m not. All the drinks I had just ended up on my shirt.”
You lifted your head and smiled at the close proximity between your faces. “Well, I’m sorry again about that.”
“Before I do anything soberly stupid like the last time,” your heart constricted at his words, “where’s your boyfriend?”
“He dumped me,” you murmured, weakly smiling. “Just a few hours ago.”
His eyes went soft, but he didn’t back off – and you were grateful. “If I were to kiss you right now, would I be some kind of rebound dude or –”
You clenched his shirt in both hands and yanked him down, your lips hungrily kissing his. You pulled away a few seconds after and casually brushed a hair away from your face, returning to buttoning up his shirt. “What were you saying?” you inquired, mock curiously, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
With one hand on the back of your head, Demers hungrily pressed his lips against yours and you melted in the kiss without hesitation. “C’mon,” he breathed, pulling his lips away, catching your hands while backing up out of the room. “Rebound-shmeround, you’re sad and I know a little party will get you happy.”
*
Surprisingly sober for once, you walked out of the house, your side pressed against Demers’ with his arm draped over your shoulder. You both were laughing at a joke he made about a drunken pair you passed before when you were stopped by the one person you surprisingly didn’t see all night – Tyler.
“I see you both had a great time,” Tyler commented, an underlying smugness in his face, as he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. “Regret not agreeing sooner?”
You playfully shoved his shoulder and scoffed, “Oh, shut up.” Your eyes grew wide as realization hit you like a brick and you flung yourself at your best friend, knocking you both down to the ground. “Where’s your phone?”
Tyler laughed as you managed to find his phone in one of his pockets. You stood up and entered the passcode, quickly searching through his phone for the… blackmail… pictures?
“You have no fucking blackmail,” you sneered at the idiot still lying on the floor. You chucked the phone at his stomach, but all he did was laugh and you realized he was drunk by this point, unlike you.
“I know I don’t,” Tyler wheezed then looked over at Demers, who you embarrassingly forgot was standing right there. “Thanks for cheering her up, Daddy. Hope she did the same.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at your best friend’s words, and after bidding goodbye, you both headed towards your separate cars. But, before you went your separate ways, you stopped and asked, “What did he mean by ‘Hope she did the same’?”
“Might’ve gotten dumped today also,” he chimed, casually shrugging. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow for our date?”
You gave him a kiss for an answer before walking off towards your car. When you sat down in the driver’s seat, you paused and rolled your eyes. Maybe your best friend was more helpful than you gave credit for.

Notes

Request:
Can you write one about Tyler Seguin basically blackmailing a friend to come to one of his infamous house parties in an effort to cheer her up. She isn’t into the party and is basically off on her own, until Jason Demers finds her and charms the pants off her. By the end of the night she thanks Tyler for forcing her to come. Tyler is smug because as it turns out the purpose of the party was specifically to set her up with Jason.