Jason Demers One-Shots

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, everyone!” you heard being hollered at the beginning of the line, about fifty people ahead of you.
You pouted, disappointment flooding throughout your body, as Jamie Benn – weakly disguised as Santa in only a white beard and a Dallas Stars Santa hat – waved to the crowd and walked off.
You and your little brother, Luke, were at the Dallas Stars’ annual Meet Santa Stars. It was an all-day charity event where each Stars players took turns being dressed as “Santa” and taking pictures – for a sum of money – with fans. All proceeds made from the photos and concessions would go towards a few children’s hospitals and other charities.
“Jamie left?” Luke whimpered dejectedly, tugging your hand while peeking from the side of the crowd. “Boo… I wonder who’s next.”
“Maybe we’ll get Seguin,” you chimed calmly in hope of reassurance. In your head, though, you were panicking.
Since your little brother was just five, he was still learning the ropes of hockey, its teams and players – meaning he knew only a limited number of players on the Dallas Stars. You knew he wouldn’t whine or complain if he met an unfamiliar Dallas Stars player, but it would be nice if he could a familiar one. It would be like meeting a band: as much as you love meeting the guitarist or drummer you have no clue what their names are, you’d love it even more if you met the famous lead singer.
Plus, you yourself had celebrity crushes on Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin. Seeing as the possibility of meeting Jamie was crushed barely moments ago, you still had hope in meeting Tyler.
The crowd ahead of you suddenly buzzed with excitement, but when you and Luke tried to peek at who Santa was this time, your view was blocked as “Santa” was already seated and taking photos.
“I guess it’ll just have to be a surprise,” you told Luke when he still had a dejected look on his face. “You love surprises, don’t you?”
The boy immediately brightened and you smiled, mentally letting out a long sigh of relief. You tried listening for “Santa’s” voice, but the crowd was so loud and chattery, it was useless.
After what felt like hours standing on the line (but actually was forty minutes – still a long time), you and your little brother were two people away from “Santa.” What turned out to be another feeble attempt of finding out who Santa was – you tried glancing over the shoulders of the two grown, bulky men, only for Santa to be blocked by the elaborate Christmas decorations on the set.
You fell back onto your feet with a huff, feeling the pain and frustration of a five-year-old (your brother) for your lack of height.
“Who is it?” Luke inquired, staring up at you with the biggest, bluest eyes anyone had ever seen.
You thought that if you told him you still had no clue who the player was, disappointment and heartbreak would race through those eyes, breaking your own heart. You racked through your brain for a player to name (even if it was wrong, you could always dismiss it as you “looked too fast to see who it was).
A “ho, ho, ho” filled the air. It immediately ruled out Tyler Seguin, because you imagined his voice would be different saying that, so the random name to pop out of your lips was: “Jason Demers.”
“Really?” Luke asked, eyes growing even larger. A large wave of excitement washed through them that you prayed the player was actually your little brother’s favorite defenseman.
“Ma’am, please step up.”
You looked up, completely surprised at the elf-dressed worker. You glanced around until your eyes landed on the man right in front of you walking off with his daughter in his arms. “Oh, sorry,” you chimed, rushing forwards, pushing Luke towards the elf.
“Unless you’re taking a photo, you can wait on the side,” the elf said dismissively, waving in the direction of the exit.
“Ho, ho, ho. What do we have here?”
You didn’t even take a step towards the exit when your little brother broke free from the elf’s grip and sprinted towards “Santa.”
“Hey!” the elf cried while your eyes widened and you hollered, “Luke!”
You finally saw who Santa was when “Santa” caught Luke midair and placed him on his lap, grinning at the child.
Jason Demers.
As much as you wanted to be awestruck by your lucky guess, you scolded, “Luke, you have to listen to the nice elf-lady who’s in charge.”
Demers glanced up at you with big, light blue eyes that almost reminded you of Luke’s. For some reason, he himself seemed a bit awestruck before he composed himself and cackled, “Ho, ho, ho. What do we got there?” He looked down at Luke. “Is that your mother?”
“Big sister, Y/N,” Luke immediately replied, staring up at Demers as if he was God. “I’m Luke; I’m five.”
“And I’m Santa Demers,” Demers chimed. “How about I take a photo with you alone first then we’ll get your sister in on the next picture?”
“Sure!”
You blinked, startled by where this conversation gone. “Wait a –”
“Cheese!” and there was a flash.
“I don’t need a photo,” you chimed when your little brother and the hockey player both looked at you expectedly. You looked at Luke and snapped, “We’re holding up the line, Luke. Let’s go.”
“We ain’t movin’ ’til your butt comes ova’ ‘ere,” Demers chided, giving the empty half of his lap a smack.
With the presence of the hundreds of fans behind you, you quickly caved into their requests and sat down on Demers’ lap, slipping your hand behind his back. His hand slipped around your waist, and the three of you smiled at the cameras.
“C’m’ere, Luke,” you said, snatching your brother off the hockey player’s lap before they caused a riot amongst the awaiting fans. You faced Demers to thank him, only to jump back in surprise when his face was just inches away from yours.
“See ya next year, little boys and girls!” Demers hollered with another set of “ho, ho, ho.”
You mumbled a quick thanks before turning around and walking towards the counter to receive your photos.
“That’ll be, uh, forty.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out. You knew you were going to be paying twenty from the start, but forty because of the extra photo Demers and your brother forced upon you. “Wha–”
“Here you go,” a voice said and an arm reached out from behind you, handing two forties.
You looked back as Demers stood there – with his beard and Dallas Stars Santa hat pulled off – and took your photos in your hand. He softly smiled at you and said, “Sorry ‘bout the extra pic.”
“You didn’t have to pay,” was your response. You accepted the photos he held out and adjusted Luke in your arms.
“It’s fine,” he dismissed. “I rather you not pay for a photo I forced you take, so I could have a picture with a pretty girl.”
You were taken back by his obvious flirting. Blushing, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s, um, extremely flattering,” you murmured shyly, ducking your head and scratching the back of your neck. You bit your lower lip and stuck out your hand. “I’m Y/F/N.”
“Jason Demers,” Demers replied, slipping his hand into yours. “Since I’m done for the rest of the day, what do you say ‘bout some food? I heard that the food court here has the best mall food in the whole, wide world.”
“Yes!” Luke piped up, squirming in your arms to be put down. When you let him go, he immediately ran to Demers, who scooped him up his arms with ease.
“Luke!” you exclaimed, your arms shooting out to take back your little brother. “I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be,” Demers responded, side-stepping you. He caught one of your projected hands and laced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand down by his side. You blushed as he pulled you towards the food court. “You two are probably the cutest siblings I’ve ever seen.”
You slapped a hand over your face while Luke chirped, “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”

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Request:
[Request 1] PLEASE do a demers holiday one shot it'll be much appreciated