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yourfavewriteress · 1 month ago

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about that work crush (chapter 12) | jamie benn

(do you hate me for how late this is? please forgive <3)

Teaser: "Your bedroom does have a lock, right?"

Your subtle miscommunication with Jamie was a wake up call to him: he had to do better communicating with you. He also had to make sure he separated his life as captain and the life he was interested in building with you. They couldn't be the same, especially if your paths had to cross again like it did with the reporter fiasco.

"Did you guys figure it out?" Tyler asked Jamie the next day, who was in the middle of his morning workout.

"Yeah, we're good."

"That girl is in love with you, man," Tyler replied. "Don't fuck that up."

"I don't plan on it."

You were in back-to-back meetings all day, especially as you started the transition to a permanent position with the team. You were drowning in paperwork, which just seemed like busy work.

You still had to nurse the "interim" in your title, but the next few weeks would require facetime with board members, donors, and a lot more training staff. With the shift, your schedule drastically changed, and you were spending a lot less time at the arena and more time around Dallas and neighboring cities.

Jamie hated it. Granted, he knew it wouldn't be forever but it was annoying that he couldn't just show up at your office on a break. The upside? More uninterrupted time at your places, like tonight.

“Ugh, you’re amazing,” You cheered after opening your front door, hugging Jamie tightly. “I love these.”

“I know, that’s why I brought them,” You could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled, his scent filling your nose. He was holding a family size bag of your favorite candy in his hand that was not wrapped around your back.

“Okay, so,” Standing back, to look up into his brown eyes, “I ordered food.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. Don't say anything but I haven't eaten since, like, noon?"

He looked down at his watch as you allowed him inside and closed the door behind him.

“You are nuts," He laughed. "How have you not passed out?"

You rolled your eyes at him, but led him into your kitchen where you had just started to separate the food you had ordered. Jamie was clearly comfortable in your apartment, moving straight to your fridge and pulling out a beer for himself and your favorite wine.

These were the moments you were enjoying the most with Jamie. When you were able to exist together, and share small moments.

You could convince Jamie to watch anything you wanted, he was just happy to be with you. Tonight, you had tricked him into The Bachelor which was definitely not a show he would watch on his own.

He wasn't as focused on the show like you were, and took breaks to clean up after you guys were done eating. You would never complain about a man who cleaned. And, Jamie was clearly a neat freak which would work in your favor.

“This show is stupid,” Jamie mumbled to you, as he returned to his spot next to you on the couch. You laughed, getting comfortable again against his chest. His hand found its way to your side, his pinky finger touching your bare skin. His other arm was bent behind his head, most likely to keep himself awake.

“Do you want to watch something else?”

“You’re clearly enjoying it,” He shrugged.

“I can watch it anytime,” You replied, looking up at him. "I like to please my guests."

He laughed, turning slightly red which made your stomach do flips.

“Who do you think is going to win?”

“On The Bachelor?” He nodded. “Honestly, it’s hard to tell. But, I’m trying to not see any spoilers online so that I can authentically watch it. Personally, I’m going to hope that Madison wins, just because I think her and Peter really connect well.”

“Which one is she?”

You waited until she appeared on the screen, “Her. She’s really nice and stays out of the drama which is always a plus on this show.”

Jamie hummed in response.

“Seriously, we can watch something else, if you want?” You asked, sitting up slightly so that you could get a good look at his face.

He looked back at you, studying your features. With the shift in position, you could now feel his fingertips lightly tracing shapes on your exposed waist.

“What?” You blushed, when many seconds went by without a response. You were feeling the intensity of his stare as well as the calmness of his touch and you didn't know what to do next.

“I’m really sorry about the other day,” He said. "I can't stop thinking about it to be honest."

“Jamie, I already told you, it’s resolved. We’re good,” You assured him, reaching over to put your hand on his face. “If it was still an issue, trust me, you would know. I wouldn't be explaining The Bachelor to you.”

He smiled at you, “I know.”

“Just wait. One day, I’m really going to be in a bad mood and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You studied Jamie for a moment, his arm flexed behind his head. Hot. His hair, somehow the perfect mix of messy and styled. Hot. His current grip on your side. Hot. Everything about him. Hot.

Once you noticed that he was watching you watch him, you finally turned your attention back to the TV. “Stop staring at me.”

“I should be saying the same thing to you, but it doesn't bother me,”

“I wish I didn’t blush so freaking much,” You groaned, making him laugh again.

“Why? I like it, it’s cute,” He shrugged.

“That’s because you feel accomplished when you make me blush.”

“No, that’s because I’m grateful that you even talk to me, let alone blush because of me,” He said.

“You, big-shot hockey captain of one of the top teams in the NHL, is grateful to be talking to me?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’re crazy.”

“I play hockey for a living. I shoot a puck, skate around, and knock guys over. You, on the other hand, do real shit and help people through actual problems. I think your job is a lot more important than mine,” He argued. “So, you’re crazy.”

“You do the same thing, Jamie,” You rolled your eyes. “Kids battling cancer look up to you in their darkest times. When you go visit them, do you even realize how special you make them feel?”

“Of course, I do. But, that’s still nothing compared to you and what you’re working for every day. I wish I could do that stuff full time.”

“Jamie,” You sat up. “Yes, you play hockey, but you’re also a role model to anyone who watches you. Hockey is hard as shit, take it from me who still doesn’t know how to skate on the ice. Why do you think they made you the captain? Why do you think you’re the face of the franchise?”

“You know,” He sat up as well. “You make me feel amazing, I hope you know that.”

“Same to you,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. He kissed your lips after, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed into him, allowing him to guide damn near every body part of yours against his.

The size difference between you two was intoxicating for you, especially in moments like this when you really just wanted him to take control. You've had your fun in the past, but there was something about Jamie that made you want to relinquish control.

Jamie's phone started to buzz on your coffee table, interrupting your moment. But, Jamie never pulled away from you. He continued to kiss you through one round of buzzes, then silence.

"You don't want to check that?" You smiled against his lips.

"Not at all." He reattached his lips to yours, his hands traveling lower on your body for a second, before trailing back up to your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he gently pulled your hair, giving himself more room to lean into you.

His phone started buzzing again, forcing him to freeze in his movements. He kissed you one more time, before pulling away from you to look at his phone, his hands still tangled in your hair. “It’s Miro.”

“Answer it. It’s 11, it could be an emergency.” You watched as Jamie picked up the phone with his hand closest to the table, holding it to his ear.

“Hey, what's up, man?” You could faintly hear Miro’s voice through the phone. Jamie’s hand moved from your hair to the back of your neck, gently massaging the area.

“I’m busy, man, not gonna lie to you,” Jamie smiled at you. You turned your head, kissing the inside of his wrist.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, just stay inside. I’m on my way.”

You waited as Jamie got off the phone with Miro. “What did he do now?”

“He’s hammered,” Jamie laughed. “And, needs me to pick him and Roope up, which also means make sure they get into their own beds in their own houses.”

“Captain’s duty, huh?”

“Always,” He said.

“Well, I’ll take my candy now.”

He rolled his eyes again, this time at you. He reached behind him, handing you the bag of candy.

“I’m sorry we can’t continue,” He said. “Watching the show, I mean.”

“Uh huh,” You laughed. “I know the team comes first.”

“Not a chance,” He shook his head. He leaned over, kissing you again. “I had fun tonight. Hopefully I can get a second date?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it." He smiled, kissing you once more. “Text me when you get home?”

“Yeah, I will.”

-----

The perks of dating a captain of a NHL team included many team parties with free food and alcohol. At first, you were worried about how some of the guys would feel having you around during down time, but it felt like a big family.

You were intentional about checking in with players in sessions around your presence, and it seemed like they loved to have you around. And, you really liked the approval you had gotten for your relationship with Jamie. You finally felt like you could relax into your relationship and not hide.

Today, Jamie was hosting a low-key BBQ with the players and their families. He took hosting duties seriously: decorations, caterers and homemade food, and endless drinks. It was actually shocking how much he cared to foster a good environment for his guys, and it was really attractive.

He forced you to be hands off, citing that you were a guest no matter how many times you tried to argue. He spent most of the party traveling around the group, making sure everyone was having a good time. Once he was certain he checked in with everyone face-to-face, he took his moment to pull you into the kitchen for a few minutes.

You and Jamie were both in agreement to keep PDA light at team outings, but that didn't mean Jamie was going to keep his distance from you for hours.

He brought you a piece of Pavelski's wife's pie which you were basically devouring as he recounted the football game he just refereed between some of the guys' kids. He sat on his kitchen counter while you stood between his legs, watching the videos he recorded. Listening to his voice in the videos, you thought He's such a dad.

More than a few minutes passed by after you finished the pie, but neither you or Jamie made any movements to rejoin the group.

With your back against him, his hands were around your body, which was fine, until he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms and shoulders as he spoke about random things. If it wasn’t for your long sleeve shirt, Jamie would be feeling the goosebumps that he was causing.

“Jamie,” You whispered, cutting him off. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at you.

“A little handsy there, aren't we?”

“Sorry,” He blushed. “I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“I didn’t say stop,” You mumbled. "I just can't focus on anything you're saying when you're touching me like that."

“I'm sorry, baby," He replied.

"So, should we talk about when we’re gonna reschedule our sleepover?” You asked, turning around in his arms.

“I think planning it kind of backfired last time,” He said. “How about now?”

“What?”

“I’m sure no one will miss us. I mean, we’ve been in here for 10 minutes and no one has come in." He was watching your expression, his eyes gliding over every part of your face as you considered his offer. What the hell.

"Your bedroom does have a lock, right?” You surprised yourself with your agreement.

Jamie laughed, nodding before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "It does. And, I kind of already told the guys to host themselves."

“You’re insane,” You mumbled against him.

“If we’re not going upstairs, we have to stop now,” He breathed against your lips. “Seriously, I already need a cold shower.”

“Come on,” He gently pushed you back before stepping down from the counter. He grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs.

“Slow down,” You laughed as he pulled you up the stairs.

He pulled you into his bedroom, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. He leaned over you as he locked the door to his room. “If someone knocks, it’s your fault.”

“No one told you to throw a barbeque today,” You smiled up at him.

“And, no one told you to show up looking this good,” He said, kissing you, using his bodyweight to hold you between him and the door.

His size is everything.

-----

“The food wasn’t terrible today, man,” Tyler joked.

“Why are you still here?” Jamie looked at him. “Everyone already left.”

“This love-hate relationship that you guys have going on is very entertaining to watch,” You added.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you guys later,” Tyler rolled his eyes. He gave you a hug before attempting to hug Jamie but he pushed him away. You shook your head as you hopped up to sit on the counter, exactly where Jamie was sitting before your moment upstairs.

As Tyler was the last guest out, he left you and Jamie finally alone at his place.

“Everything is mostly clean besides the grill, but I’ll clean that tomorrow. Everyone complimented your plates, by the way.”

“I told you,” You laughed. “You can get plastic plates and tupperware but it doesn’t have to be the plainest one.”

“Just take your compliment,” He teased as he finished washing his hands.

He walked over to you to stand in between your legs. “Did you have a good time today?”

“I had the best time,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Which is always the case when I’m with you.”

“I feel like I can finally breathe around you now,” He mumbled before meeting you in a kiss. His hands moved to your hips, “Thank you for coming today.”

“No pun intended?”

He laughed, “Not originally but I guess it fits, huh?”

"Thank you for waiting," You whispered to him. "I know I probably made you wait longer than you're used to, but I'm happy we waited."

"I was about to explode for sure, but I would do anything for you," He replied, "You're worth it."

"So, you still actually like me?"

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, stepping closer to you, if that was even possible. He raised his hand to the ponytail in your hair, tugging gently to lift your lips to his. "I'm obsessed with you."

"I can't tell if you're real," You replied, looking over his features.

"Really?" He kissed you again. "5 months in and you still doubt me?"

"I don't doubt you, per se," You smiled when his hair fell over his eyes. "I doubt everyone."

"What can I do to get special treatment?"

"I think you've had enough special treatment actually," You laughed. "I should head home."

"You can't stay?"

"I didn't pack a bag and I'm off tomorrow."

"More reason why you should stay here because so am I," He said. " I have an extra toothbrush, and all the basic necessities you might need."

"On one condition," You replied. "Tomorrow, you have to make me your mom's pizza recipe. I've been thinking about it for weeks."

"Deal."

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senditcolton · 1 year ago

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Warmer in the Winter

Bantering, judging each other but in a way that’s like, “what you’re doing right now is really stupid but you’re adorable and I can’t help but love you.”

summary: you have taken many leaps in your relationship with Mikko and you are about to take another - first family skate. song inspo: warmer in the winter by lindsey stirling word count: 1k (+ instagram edit) warnings: none! requested by @smileysvech

Every relationship went through its fair share of ‘firsts.’ First date, first time meeting friends, first ‘I love you’, first holiday with family, first trip, etc. But it seemed that dating a professional athlete came with its own set of firsts.

One of which you were experiencing right now: first family skate.

The NHL Winter Classic had finally made it to Colorado and your boyfriend Mikko invited you to the game. That invite wasn’t new; you had come to Ball Arena multiple times to support him and cheer him on from the box seats with the other wives and girlfriends. But when he told you that he was bringing you to the family skate the day before, you freaked out a little.

This was big – this was Mikko publicly claiming you as his. You knew there would be media and it was likely that you would be posted on the Colorado Avalanche socials sooner rather than later. It felt like a big step in your relationship. Your nerves of the media attention were only combined with your nerves of skating in front of everyone.

You would be the first to admit that you weren’t the strongest skater. Sure, you could stand, you could coast. But matching the speed and ease of your professional hockey boyfriend? That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. And Mikko knew it. In fact, he relentlessly teased you about it.

You were thankful for the teasing though. It was never malicious and, in all honesty, it just made you want to prove yourself. That was usually the goal whenever you stepped onto the ice with Mikko. But today, the goal was simply not to make a fool of yourself.

That goal was on loop in your mind as your step out onto the ice, the snow falling gently around you, Mikko’s hand firmly in yours. He smiles at you and you force yourself to smile back, loving the sight of his blond hair peeking out from underneath the Colorado Avalanche beanie. Mikko pulls you along as he skates backwards, helping you balance.

“You don’t look like Bambi anymore,” he chirps as you move your feet, your gaze focused on the ice.

“Gee, thanks babe,” you mutter, your hand tightening in his.

Mikko guides you around the rink a little longer, gliding you through turns and you start to relax. Your eyes lift from the ice to look around Mile High Stadium. The bronco is emblazoned, the snow not covering it just yet. You couldn’t wait to see that it covered tomorrow – not with snow but with Avalanche fans cheering on their team. Those hopes swirl through your mind, distracting you momentarily, so much so that you don’t feel Mikko’s hand slipping away from yours until it’s almost gone. You immediately tighten your grip, turning your gaze back to him to see a mischievous smirk on his face.

“If you let go of my hand, I’ll kill you,” you say, fixing him with a stern look. Mikko’s only response is another grin as he continues to wiggle his hand free.

“You would need to skate on your own in order to catch me,” he chirps right back, finally releasing himself from your grasp and pushing backwards a few paces.

Your face hardens in a playful scowl as you move your feet, trying to propel yourself forward, all while attempting to stay upright. Mikko just continues to skate backward a few feet ahead of you, that smug smirk still on his face as he takes in your determined flailing as you try to keep up with him.

But Mikko – no matter how skilled and confident of a skater he was – was no defenseman. He pushes himself backward once again to keep the distance between you, but he stumbles over his own two feet. He practically flips in the air, falling on his back with a heavy groan.

The initial worry subsides when you hear him laugh, the noise bringing forth your own cackle. You skate up to his form splayed on the nice, glancing down with a smirk on your face oh so similar to the one he was wearing a few minutes ago.

“Need any help there, babe?” you ask, the words dripping with amusement.

His steel blue eyes look up at you, a slightly embarrassed smile on his lips made more evident by the pink in his cheeks. Mikko lays there for a minute, contemplating your offer before he pouts, holding his hand up to you in defeat.

As soon as your hand is clasped in his, you feel his hold tighten in yours. Your eyes widen as you subtly shake your head, realizing his plan a moment too late. The pout on his face quickly morphs into a wicked grin and before you can react, he is pulling you forward. Your center of balance fails you, your body tipping as you fall, landing on top of Mikko with a shriek.

“Mikko,” you squeal, playfully smacking him on the chest. “What was that for?”

“Couldn’t let everyone think you were a better skater than me,” he laughs, his hands falling to your hips as your body straddles his.

“I think your secret is safe,” you reply, looking down at him with a grin. Mikko just smiles up at you, his hand lifting to brush the snow from your cheeks.

Gravity was to blame for a lot of things and if you needed to, you could blame gravity on the way your body lowers itself until your face hovers over his. A moment passes before you move those final centimeters, pressing your lips into his. Mikko returns the kiss with a fervor, pulling you impossibly closer. The chill from the ice starts to seep through the fabric covering your knees but you don’t care that much because the desire pouring from Mikko warms you from the inside.

“Hey, get a room you two. There are children here,” you hear Nate chirp, his voice breaking through the bubble and breaking the two of you apart. You playfully scowl in his direction, a glare that he only responds to with a laugh.

You carefully remove yourself from on top of Mikko, pulling yourself onto your feet with the help of the solid boards next to you. Mikko peels himself off the ice, dusting the snow off his clothes before taking your arm in his. You let him guide you back towards the center of the ice as the snow continues to fall.

#nicole writes #casual intimacy series #mikko rantanen fic #mikko rantanen imagine #mikko rantanen fluff #dallas stars fic #dallas stars imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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starshine-hockey-girl · 4 months ago

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Shameless self promotion on the holiday

See You Again- Tyler Seguin Stand Alone

Summary- When Addy meets Tyler through mutual friends, it's attraction at first sight. Tyler, however, cannot shake the sense of deja vu.

Word Count- 10.5K (sorry)

Warnings- alcohol use, public sex, SMUT, discussion of slut shaming

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August 2022

Addy checked her reflection in the mirror and adjusted her top as she listened to her friend, Gina, go over the details for the evening. She was half-listening, as usual, when Gina mentioned that Tom may have a friend drop by the bar. "Wait, what?" she whined, "Gina, this isn't a set-up, right?"

"No, Addy, I swear-I don't even know the guy's name," Gina responded. "Show me what you're going to wear."

Addy sent the snap.

"No, absolutely not," Gina chided, "Let go of the athleisure wear. Wear a skirt at least."

Addy rolled her eyes, "I will compromise on a nice pair of shorts and crop top. It’s hotter than hell."

LATER THAT EVENING- INWOOD TAVERN-DALLAS

Addy walked up to the bar and leaned up against it. "Hey," she called to the seasoned blonde bartender, "Can I get a drink?" She was casually dressed in a matching black gingham crop top and shorts. A diamond pendant adorned her neck. Her curly brown hair had been tossed in a loosely styled up-do to keep it off her neck. The August Texas heat was still oppressive at night and Addy’s focus was remaining as cool as possible.

The muscular man standing next to her laughed, "Good luck with that. I've been trying to get a beer for ten minutes."

Addy glanced at him before turning back to the bartender, "It's the watch. She hates flashy watches."

Tyler looked down at his watch then back at the petite brunette by his side. "Isn't that some sort of watch discrimination. What did my watch ever do to her?"

Addy turned to face him. She took note of the fitted t-shirt and casual shorts he wore. His brown hair was slicked back and his arms were covered in tattoos. The neatly trimmed beard completed the frat boy look. "It's not the watch, but the wearer. Usually those watches come attached to annoying frat boys who demand immediate service and leave shitty tips."

Tyler's eyebrows raised, "Definitely not a frat boy."

"Well, if you look like a frat boy, dress like a frat boy, you can't be shocked if she treats you well- like a frat boy." she teased. "Let me guess," she continued, "you also flashed a black AMEX to start a tab."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "And?"

She smiled, "It completed the 'I am going to be asshole' vibe thing you got going on. What are you drinking 'Mr. I am not a frat boy'?"

"At this point I will take any cold beer," he said in confusion.

Addy yelled again, "Tess, give me my usual and the poor man a beer. Put it on my tab."

Tess nodded and poured the drinks. When she sat down the drinks, she eyed Tyler suspiciously, "You vouching for him?"

Addy turned and gave Tyler the full body scan, "Yes, at least temporarily. Don't fuck it up, okay?"

"Tyler, by the way," he said casually.

"Oh and the asshole trifecta is complete," she winked as she took her drink.

They sat in an amenable silence before Tyler cleared his throat, "So are you meeting friends here or do you just like drinking alone in dive bars?"

"Meeting friends for drinks. You?" She turned to him.

"Same," he craned his head toward the door which just opened.

"Addy!" Gina called as she walked into the dimly lit bar, "Why do you always pick the grungiest bar in town to meet?"

Addy turned with a smile, "Don't knock the bar. You'll piss off Tess."

Tyler interjected, "Yeah, you don’t want to don't piss her off."

Gina raised an eyebrow towards Addy. She was greeted with a shoulder shrug.The duo greeted each other with a hug. Gina looked around the bar that looked like not a thing had been changed in at least forty years.

"So making friends already?" Regina asked jovially.

"Gina, this is “not a frat boy” Tyler. Tyler, this is Gina," Addy answered.

Tyler stretched his hand out, "Pleasure."

"Seggy," Tom called from the door.

Tyler turned, "Monty!"

The two embraced in a bro hug. "I see that you have met my fiance, Gina, and this is her friend, Addy," Tom declared.

Tyler touched Addy on the arm, "You ready for another round?"

"Sure, tell Tess to add it to my tab," she called as they moved over to the well-worn couch. He gave her body an appreciative glance as he returned with the drinks, "I tried to open my own tab, but she wouldn't do it. Strangest bartender ever."

She scooted over to make room for him. Quickly they were engrossed in conversation about Addy's job as an event planner. She casually asked Tyler about his job and he blinked slowly. "You're kidding, right?" he laughed.

"Kidding about what?" she smiled.

"I play hockey- for the Dallas Stars…" he stammered.

"Oh, I don't follow hockey too closely. I mean- I am aware of them as a team, but not the individual players," she explained.

There was an awkward pause as Tyler contemplated her words. It wasn't the fact that she was unaware of who he was, it was that she seemed thoroughly unaffected by the knowledge. Tyler came to the realization that he was staring at her face. It wasn't a particularly gorgeous face, but was naturally pretty. Her presence felt comfortable and oddly familiar. She snapped her fingers to get him out of his trance. "Hey, Not-Frat-Boy, we are going to play pool. Do you want co-ed or men against women?"

Tyler thought quickly, "Co-ed,"

Addy poked him playfully in the chest, "Try to keep up with me, okay?

Tom and Tyler played a quick game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" to determine who would break. Addy gave Tyler a wink and a smile when he won.

He made a grand gesture of bending over and bowing and indicating she should take the first shot. He walked to the opposite end of the table as she took her stick, leaned over and took the break shot. He licked his lips unconsciously as he was given a clear view of her cleavage. As the balls spread across the table, she blew him a flirtatious kiss as two balls sank. Tyler smiled when she did not sink another ball with her second shot. He stood behind her as she waited for Tom to take his shot. He whispered in her ear, "He's a great attorney, but a horrible shot." Addy felt the hairs on her arm stand up as his breath hit her neck. She shifted her weight back and forth and turned to look at him. She stared momentarily. Her gaze went to his lips. She blinked and willed her heart to stop racing. She thought of what his beard would feel like if he kissed her.

"Seggy, you're up" Tom laughed as Tyler stood, leaning on his stick, staring at Addy's neck. He imagined his mouth on the where the smooth skin of her neck met her shoulder, sucking softly.

"Snap out of it," he murmured to himself before leaning up his shot. When Addy walked away to the jukebox, the movement of her hips distracted him and the shot fizzled.

He walked up behind her and leaned over her shoulder as she made her selections. "Going old school, huh?" he joked as she made her selections.

"Can't go wrong with some Miley, " she said, laughing as the song began. "This brings back some memories." Tyler watched as she danced around the pool table between her shots, sinking a ball with each stroke as she mouthed the words.

Tyler had a memory emerge from the depths of his brain. It was fuzzy but he could feel his body respond- pulse quickened, heart rate elevated and breath slightly shallow. He was kissing a girl. She smelled like flowers and wore what he assumed was a cubic zirconia pendant around her necklace. It fell delicately on her clavicle . When they paused for breath, she smiled at him.

"Tyler," he thought he heard as he struggled to place the memory "Tyler, it's your shot."

"Huh?" He said- momentarily confused as Tom directed him to the pool table. “Oh, yeah,” he blushed.

Gina and Tom giggled as they watched Addy and Tyler get sucked into their own heads as they stared at each other, tanking their pool game. Tyler snapped out of his thoughts. He took another bad shot and promptly sunk the cue ball.

"Who wants another round?" they called as they left Addy and Tyler in the pool room, without waiting for a response.

Tyler walked up to Addy and took the stick from her hand, “Sorry about that. Normally I am much better at pool. Guess I got a little distracted.”

Addy felt her face flush and started to fan herself with her hand,"Did it get hot in here? I need some air." She turned and walked to the exit to the small patio. She pushed the door open and took a deep breath. She paced the length of the patio and ran her fingers through her hair. The desire to take Tyler's face between her hands and kiss him overwhelmed her. She was then struck by the sense of deja vu. When he emerged from the bar carrying drinks, he stopped short when she turned to face him. She stood with one hip popped up and both hands on her hips. He crossed the patio to where she stood. Her expression was almost defiant. "Are you going to kiss me or what?" she declared. When he hesitated, she took a step toward him, took his face in her hands and kissed him hard.

Tyler felt the memory come back into complete focus and the realization hit him. He stopped the kiss and asked breathlessly, "Is Addy a nickname or something?"

"Short for Addison," she replied.

His eyes opened wider, "Have you ever been to Toronto?"

"Yeah, when I was 15." she stammered.

He pressed, "Maybe to an amusement park named Canada's Wonderland?

She stepped back, "Yeah"

He stepped forward "Spend time with a hockey team there?"

She looked at him, "Yeah, with a boy named….."

Her hand went to her mouth, "Nooooo"

He nodded his head up and down.

She gasped, "You're Tyler from Toronto? No fucking way!"

He smiled, "Yep-all grown up"

She squatted low and looked up at him before crossing to him, "Kiss me again."

He did and the memory came flooding back to her. Their bodies crashed together as they kissed, the muscle memory of their first make out session came back and he pushed her against the wall. “Addison from Dallas," he moaned, "I finally found you."

SUMMER 2007

Addison stood next to her friend, Juliana, in line to the Drop Tower. Juliana eyed the ride nervously as the line inched toward the loading zone. In front of them a group of ten players from a hockey team stood and joked loudly. They were enjoying a celebratory trip to the amusement park in honor of their recent championship victory. Juliana and Addison were at the front of the group from the Prestonwood Christian Academy choir. The two girls had become fast friends during Juliana’s year of study abroad in Dallas. They bonded over boys, hockey and mocking the popular girls in their class.

Juliana poked Addison in the ribs and nodded towards the tall blonde with a goofy grin on her face. Addison looked up at him and shook her head softly. Of course Juliana set her eyes on the tallest person she could find. The girl definitely had a type-tall, blonde and cute. The line inched forward and Addison locked eyes with the lanky brunette standing next to the blonde. He gave a shy smile before turning away. The blonde noticed and gave him a shove back into Addison. “Make a move Shy Ty,” the Big Rig joked.

"I'm…I'm sorry," Tyler stammered softly before he turned and slammed the blonde on the arm.

Addison gave him a smile and mouthed, “It’s okay,” before turning to Juliana.

The group landed at the loading zone together. The ride attendant shouted at the group of teens, "You four- stand here." Juliana and Addison stood in their assigned circle with Jamie and Tyler. Juliana looked up at the ride, "Addison, if I die in Canada, my mom is going to kill you."

The blonde looked down at the diminutive girl with jet black hair and laughed, "Where are you from?"

Julia smiled broadly, "Originally from Brazil, but we’re from Dallas. I'm Juliana and this is Addison. Are you from Toronto?"

"I'm Jamie and this is Seggy," the blonde elbowed Tyler in the ribs, "We're from Brampton, outside of Toronto."

"It's actually Tyler," he corrected. He looked Addison in the face and she smiled at him. He felt his stomach flip flop.

"Tell me Tyler- are you a wimp? she teased.

He looked confused, "Uhhhhh, what do you mean?"

"I mean can you handle these rides?" she laughed, "I am stuck with Wimpy McGee."

"Yeah, I can handle these rides," he grinned.

"Good," she exclaimed as the attendant directed them to the car. "Sit next to me so I don't have to hear her scream."

Tyler's eyebrows raised, "Okay." He watched her hop into her seat and start swinging her legs back and forth playfully.

After they were harnessed in, she gave him a big grin right before the ride took off, “Here we go, Tyler.” Addison laughed as the car ascended two hundred feet in the air and nervousness spread across Tyler's face, "I thought you said you weren't a wimp?"

"I'm not- I swear," he whined.

"Need to hold my hand?" she said softly and held out her hand to him.

"Yeah," he grabbed it right before the car dropped twenty one stories in a free fall.

Addison reluctantly let go of his hand when the ride attendant came to unharness them. She jumped off the ride and waited for Tyler. When he walked up with a sheepish grin, "I swear I am not a wimp on the other rides. The height on this one gets me."

Addison leaned in and whispered, "Your secret is safe with me." She looked over to Julia who was engrossed in conversation with Jamie. "I guess we are officially ride-buddies now,” she joked as she tilted her head toward Jamie and Juliana who were shamelessly flirting with each other. Addison rolled her eyes as Jamie directed the group towards the Klockwerks ride. “That’s not that scary, dude,” Addison stated once they arrived. Both Tyler and Jamie positioned themselves to be in the inside car position. As the ride began to spin, the force of the ride pulled Juliana and Addison into their sides. Jamie artfully put his arm around Juliana and pulled her tighter. Tyler sat stiffly beside Addison as the speed increased. Eventually she put her hand on his thigh and pushed to create some separation. Tyler’s eyes flashed down to Addison’s hand and then shut tightly. He thought to himself, “For the love of God, stay down, stay down,” as he willed himself not to feel any effects of Addison’s physical proximity. He said a silent prayer of thanksgiving as they exited the ride without an erection popping up.

The group flip-flopped between Team Scaredy-Cat and Team Dare-Devil deciding on which rides to ride. With each one, Addison and Tyler stood closer and closer together in line. He passionately argued that Texas didn't have actual hockey. She questioned "Oh yeah, when is the last time the Leafs have won a cup? The Stars?" Tyler objected and Addison hit him with, "Did the Leafs even make the playoffs this year? The Stars made it.” Tyler rolled his eyes and Addison playfully poked his chest. "Admit defeat," she chided as he smiled down at her, “I’m going to make you a Stars fan if it’s the last thing I do.

He bent down and laughed, “It will be a cold day in hell before I root for the Dallas Stars.” Addison blinked as his face was inches from hers. Thankfully the ride attendant ushered them to the ride.

Somewhere between the Go-Kart Racing ride and Behemoth roller coaster, Tyler made his move and went for the hand grab. Addison simply looked down at their joined hands and back up at Tyler and smiled. Tyler’s inner dialogue of “Stay Cool, be calm- it’s just a girl. Holy shit- it’s a girl and she is letting me hold her hand” simmered under the surface.

When the foursome turned the corner and Juliana saw the tall roller coaster, she simply said, “Nope, nope, nope- I am not riding that, Miss Addison.” Jamie saw his opportunity and took it, “We can go do the swings again. You liked those.” The swings were on the other side of the park and would give him a solid hour of alone time with Juliana. Tyler also did the mental math and glanced at Addison to gauge her reaction.

Addison shrugged her shoulders and pulled Tyler towards the roller coaster. “Y’all have fun. We’ll meet you at the food court in an hour,” she called back to her friend, Juliana, who stood in a bundle of excitement and nerves. Addison turned abruptly and yelled to Juliana, “Don’t forget your PCA character!” When Juliana’s mouth dropped open, Addison laughed, “Bye!” She pulled Tyler with such force that he could barely keep up. “Come on Tyler, there’s barely any line!” she screamed as she ran in front of him. She dropped his hand as they raced up the steps. Tyler slowed his pace slightly when he realized letting her pass allowed him to watch her ass as she climbed.

When they reached the top of the stairs, they were greeted by a ride attendant. “The ride’s not quite open yet,” the young man said, “How did you get up here?” In their excitement, Tyler and Addison had missed the sign that the ride was temporarily closed. Todd, the attendant looked around, “I should send you back down to wait, but we’ll open it up in about fifteen minutes. If you promise to not bother anything, I’ll let you stay up here.”

They looked at each other and smiled, then looked at Todd, “We won’t touch anything.”

Addison squealed once Todd left. She looked at Tyler who nodded. They both spoke at once

Addison- “We get dibs on the front seat.”

Tyler- “We get to be alone for fifteen minutes”

Addison laughed while Tyler blushed, “Well, there’s that too- added bonus” They looked around the ride loading area before Addison pulled out her iTouch. Tyler watched in silence as she pushed buttons. “You like to dance, Tyler?” she asked as music started playing. Miley Cyrus - See you again - With Lyrics The music started and she started to dance. A wide grin spread across his face as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him. “What? Hockey boys don’t dance?” she teased. “You know there isn’t anyone here. You can risk looking stupid and dance.” She dropped his hand and started dancing and singing. “I've got a way of knowin' when somethin' is right. I feel like I must have known you in another life. 'Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes. Now I can't wait to see you again” Addison reached for his hand again and he readily took it. He sang with her, “The last time I freaked out, I just kept lookin' down. I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout. Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me. My best friend Lesley said, "Oh she's just being Miley" Tyler twirled her around the loading area with ease. When the song stopped he pulled her back and she crashed into his chest. Their faces were inches from each other. Their combined heart rates were off the charts and their chests heaved to settle their breathing.

Addison looked into Tyler’s eyes and willed his lips to move closer. They didn’t budge. He pushed a strand of hair that had crossed over into her eyes back. Internally, the lyrics of “Kiss the Girl” raced into his thoughts, “Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. Possible she wants you too. There is one way to ask her. It don't take a word. Not a single word. Go on and kiss the girl” The mental image of the small, red crab singing and dancing raced front and center of his mind. Tyler laughed at the absurdity of it. Addison flinched ever so slightly and pulled back. Tyler knew immediately that he had blown his shot.

Addison dropped his hands and walked over the far wall where the loading zone to the front car was located. She placed her back against the wall and slowly slid down to sit. She didn’t look up when she felt Tyler approach and sit next to her. They didn’t speak for a long time. Tyler checked his watch, “They should be opening it up soon.” Addison nodded in affirmation. He moved his hand to the outside of his thigh and she felt it graze her skin. She glanced down and then back at his face. She smiled and grabbed his hand. Their fingers intertwined together. Addison moved slightly to her left and rested her head on his shoulder.

She fumbled for words, “Fun fact- we are both named after cities in Texas.” He laughed and said, “What?”

“Yep, there is a Tyler, Texas and an Addison, Texas too,” she said quietly, “They are not very close together.”

“That’s too bad,” he replied. She squeezed his hand and he swore that he felt butterflies in stomach. “So tell me about Dallas.”

He looked at her as her face lit up and she started chattering away. The sound of the slow drawl of her voice hypnotized him. Suddenly the idea of Dallas, Texas, was the most fascinating subject on earth. She rambled until they noticed that the loading area had filled with other riders. Tyler frowned as she stopped talking and stood up to climb into the front roller coaster car. She held out her hand and he took it. The smile returned to his face. “Maybe I’ll go to Dallas one day,”

She turned to laugh, “Maybe you’ll play for the Stars one day. I mean you should dream big,Tyler.”

Once they were both securely harnessed for the ride, Tyler grabbed her hand again. She looked at him through her eyelashes and then looked away. Addison was unsure if it was the thrill of the ride that made her heart race or the thrill of the boy next to her. As the clickety-clack of the roller coaster filled the air, she summoned her courage while the car moved higher and higher on top of the hill. She turned to Tyler right before the car went over the summit, “Are you going to kiss me or what?” Tyler turned to her with a surprised look before they fell into the freefall.

When the car came to a complete stop, both of them scrambled to get out of the car, for very different reasons. Addison ran past the crowd that made it to the exit before her. Tyler followed behind her. They raced down the steps and Tyler called her name, “Addison- wait up!” She had no intention of waiting for him. The look of shock when she asked him about kissing her had said everything she needed to know. She thought to herself, “It’s almost four now. I just have to find a place to hang out until we leave at nine. No biggie.”

Addison was completely lost in thoughts when she felt his hand on her arm, pulling her to a stop. He grabbed her hand and held it as he guided her past the ride exit. Tyler pulled her into a corner by the restroom. “Why are you running away from me?” he said breathlessly, “Is this about your question?”

Her eyes flashed up and then down and she nodded her head yes.

Tyler groaned loudly and bent over, putting his hands on his knees, “Girls are weird.”

He stood and crossed to her, “I do want to kiss you. It’s just that….. that” He hesitated before he sputtered, “I’ve never kissed a girl. I don’t know how.” He blushed as she smiled and laughed, “Don’t laugh at me, Addison.” She walked to him, put her hand on his neck and pulled his head so she could reach his face. She smiled and kissed him.

Her lips pressed against his and she sensed his tenson and hesitation. After a beat, she felt them relax and return the kiss. Their lips separated and then came back together. There was an awkward dance of head tilts, noses that collided and teeth clashing together. Each kiss became more intentional, more passionate and more intense. They found their rhythm of a series of kisses followed by a pause for two breaths and another series of kisses.

“Get it Seggy,” a loud voice called out. One of Tyler’s teammates stood at a distance, holding the hand of Reagan, a girl from Addison's choir. It seemed like international romance had blossomed for multiple couples.

Tyler broke the kiss and looked up. He smiled at his teammate before he looked at Addison. He searched her face for a sign of how to proceed. She grinned and rested her forehead against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as she whispered, “Tell me when they leave.”

He whispered, “They’re gone.” as the duo turned the corner. She looked up at him with a goofy grin that he returned. “Ummm, we should probably go find Big Rig and Juliana,” he pushed her hair away from her face, “It’s time to meet up with them and I am starving.”

“Big Rig?” she questioned.

“Jamie,” he smiled, “We call him Big Rig because well, he is big and built like a Mack truck.”

“So you don’t want to talk about what just happened?” she asked.

“Do we need to talk about it?” he asked in return.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly.

“Me too,” she blushed.

“Let’s walk there. Maybe we’ll beat them to the poutine shop and we can do it again,” he spoke as he took her hand to guide her. He laughed when she questioned what the hell poutine was. Given the unspoken enticement of potential kisses, Tyler and Addison made it to the meeting place early. They were taking a post-kiss breath when Jamie and Juliana walked up, holding hands. The two sets of friends exchanged knowing looks before joining the line. Tyler stood behind Addison as she looked at the menu. He leaned over her shoulder, “You don’t have poutine in Dallas? That might be a dealbreaker.”

She turned to look at him, “No poutine, but we have nachos and tacos al pastor which makes up for it.” She ordered her food and dug in her pocket for her money. She picked up each coin and bill and examined it closely in confusion. Tyler resisted the temptation to laugh and quickly ordered his poutine while she searched for the right denomination. He handed his debit card to the cashier to pay. Her head swiveled around, “You didn’t have to pay for my food. I have money.”

“Clearly, you do. You don’t know which is which, but you have money,” he mocked.

“It’s not my fault y’all have funny colored money,” she pouted

“You’re cute when you pout,” he laughed as he guided her to the waiting area. Addison smiled and blushed as he snuck a kiss on the cheek while they waited. Tyler took her reaction as a sign and went in for a full kiss.

The foursome found a table. Juliana began talking animatedly about the swings and the attractions they saw on their walk. Jamie rolled his eyes when she described him being scrunched up in the swing before they were lifted into the air. “So how was the roller coaster?” the brown eyed girl asked. Addison and Tyler shared a shy glance before answering, “Fine. It was fine.” Juliana looked at both of them before exclaiming, “Fine, keep your secrets.”

Addison threw a french fry at her friend. “The ride was closed for repair, then it opened. We rode it. It went fast. We walked here. Exciting times!” She also gave her a look that said that she would give a better explanation later. Tyler and Jamie looked at each other and shrugged. "Are we doing more rides or what?" Addison asked as she picked at her poutine.

"There's always the theater show," Jamie suggested coolly.

Tyler looked confused, "Why would we do that? It's lame." Jamie stared at him in disbelief until he added, "Wait, there is a new show this year. Gotta check it out. It will be good to get out of the heat."

On the short walk to the theater, Juliana grabbed Addison's arm and whispered in her ear, "So what happened?"

Addison looked back at Tyler who was not so subtly staring at her ass. "So we kissed- a lot, which was good. Reagan saw us though," she said quietly.

"Oh shit," Juliana muttered. Reagan was a known gossip who played fast and loose with facts.

"How bad can it be?" She smiled, "It was just kisses. There wasn't even a tongue involved."

"Oh, I got tongue- lots and lots of tongue," the Brazilian beauty giggled. The two spoke in hushed whispers as they continued to walk.

Tyler walked behind them and strained to hear what was being said. He was certain that he was at least partially the subject of conversation and wanted to hear Addison’s opinion of their stunted make-out sessions. Jamie tapped him lightly on the arm and raised his eyebrows, "So…." Tyler nodded yes and smiled. "Me too," the blonde replied with the goofiest of grins, "Me too."

Tyler sped up and grabbed Addison's hand casually, "Hey, my ears were burning. Were you discussing my future NHL career or were you discussing my other skills?"

Addison gave him the side eye, "Tap the brakes there, dude. You don’t go from 'I don't know how to kiss a girl' to bragging about your skills in less than an hour, mmkay?" Tyler looked dejected. She continued, "I will admit that you do seem to have a certain natural skill set in that area. Since that was literally my first real kiss, I would offer that maybe we are both bad at it but don't know any better."

"Wait, that was your first kiss?" Tyler whispered, "but you kissed me like you had kissed a ton of guys. You kissed well for a first timer."

"Well, I wanted to kiss you and you weren't taking your shot so I took matters in my own hands,” Addison shrugged her shoulders. “You were pretty good yourself."

"Do you want to do it again," he nudged her as they walked.

"Yes, which is why I am letting you take me to this lame show in a darkened theater," she teased. His jaw dropped slightly. "You're cute, but the two of you weren't subtle. If you want to kiss me, just ask."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, holding hands. As the group walked into the dimly lit theater, they split up and went to opposite sides of the back row. The row was essentially a carpeted bench attached to a carpeted wall. Addison grabbed the spot nearest the right wall.

Tyler sat next to her and tapped his leg nervously while they waited for the show to begin. She placed her hand on his thigh. He stared at her hand resting casually on his leg, oblivious to the effect it was having on him. "Do you always get this nervous around girls or is it just me?" she joked. He looked down and didn't respond. "I am normally nervous around boys, but not you," she started to ramble, "Maybe I am a little nervous. They have a place like this at Six Flags. It's called the Southern Palace. Now I know why my brother also sat in the back with his girlfriend. I never understood before, but it makes sense now."

Tyler pulled her to his body and kissed her. She was mid-word as his lips met hers. When his tongue slid into her mouth, there was a moment of mutual confusion before instinct kicked into gear. Addison wasn't sure if this was reality or a dream, but she decided to savor the moment. She knew that this was one of those life moments that would be forever etched in her memory.

Tyler's eyes remained partly open as they kissed. He glanced at her in amazement every time they came up for air. They were both twisted towards each other at an awkward angle. Addison moved so that her back leaned against the far wall and swung her legs over Tyler’s legs. Both fumbled with where to put their hands. One of Tyler’s hands landed on her right hip while the other cradled her head. He murmured in her ear, “Is it okay to touch you like this?” He felt her head nod yes. Addison’s hands traveled up his arms and back down again. Each pause for air was marked by a smile or giggle. Tyler had long given up trying to control the raging erection that pressed against his shorts. He gasped when her hands slid under his shirt which added to the ever growing bulge in his lap.

“You can touch them if you want,” she whispered.

“Them?” he asked, knowing what he hoped she meant, but waited for confirmation.

“My boobs- you can touch my boobs,” she whispered as her hands roamed his chest.

His hand tentatively touched her right breast then he chuckled in her ear, “I’m touching your boob. I’m actually touching a boob.” It was a flurry of gropes and touches with a steady stream of hard and soft kisses. His hips twisted slightly and his hard-on pressed into her left thigh. Addison looked at the source and her eyes widened. “Is that a…..,” she gasped. He froze in place, unsure of what to do. “Did I do that? What does it feel like? Does it hurt?” she rambled on until he shut her up with a kiss

“You have to stop talking about it,” he moaned, “You are making it worse.”

Her face scrunched up, “Do we need to stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“We should stop- sorry,” he sat up and sighed deeply. “Fuck,” he groaned softly. He moved away from Addison and leaned forward in an effort to conceal the evidence. She inched towards him and put her head on his shoulder.

“What do you normally do when this happens?” she asked softly.

“Depends,” he answered bashfully, looking around at the rest of the crowd that was absorbed in the show. “If I am in a crowd, I try to think about stinky hockey gear or skating drills. If I am alone, I …..take care of it”

“Oh, you jack off?” she answered, “Do you think that the stinky hockey gear thing will work?”

“Not with you sitting there- smelling like flowers and your lips looking like that,” he whispered.

“Okay then, I guess we go with plan B then,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Can I touch it?” she asked as her hand moved towards it.

“Addison!” he hissed. Her hand landed firmly on his crotch. “Holy shit…. Holy shit,” he panted, “You’re touching it.” She started rubbing her palm up and down. He watched in amazement and then looked back at her face. His hips rocked softly, “That’s good. Yeah like that” Her eyes were wide with wonder and a smile spread across her face.

“Can I see it?” she asked, “Really touch it?”

Tyler’s head swiveled around. Again nobody was paying attention to them. He was pretty sure that he was about to be woken up by the sound of his mom screaming his name to get his ass out of bed for hockey practice. There was no way this was actually happening. He nodded yes and unbuttoned his shorts and freed the erection from the confines of his boxers. The tip glistened with precum. Her eyes went to it and then looked at Tyler’s face. “Okay,” she said, “Tell me what to do.”

Her fingers went to the top and played with the slickness. Her fingers rubbed in a circular motion. He grabbed her hand and placed it on the shaft. “Rub it up and down,” he grunted softly. Her hand touched the tip. Her fingers toying it while she stared at it. “Addison,” he moaned, “rub it-please.” She snapped out of her daze and started rubbing. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and moved it up and down, using the precum as a lube. “Oh God, oh God” his hips bucked quickly, “A little faster, a little harder.” She followed his instructions. His head tilted back and his eyes closed, “Oh, oh, oh.” Addison watched as he came into her hand. She continued to pump slowly until he told her to stop. She looked at her hand and then rubbed it on the carpeted bench. He adjusted himself back into his shorts quickly. Neither of them spoke for a minute and Tyler stared ahead.

“So, is it usually over that quick?” she asked.

“No,” he blushed, “You're the first non-male hand to touch it. Usually it takes me longer.”

“But you liked it?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” he grinned.

“Can I make a suggestion?” she poked his ribs.

“Sure,” his eyebrows raised.

“When you give the explanation to anyone about why things earlier ended so quickly, just say it was the first hand that wasn’t yours. When you said the first non-male hand to touch it, it sort implied that there have been all sorts of male hands touching it. I mean not my business, but it does invoke images of locker room circle jerks.”

Tyler laughed out loud- loud enough to gather the attention of Jamie and Juliana

“Okay, MY hand. The first person other than ME to touch it,” he smirked. “You’re a brat, you know that? A very pretty brat, but a brat.”

“Can we kiss again?” she deflected.

“I think that we should skip that,” he grinned, “It might pop up again.”

“Can I put my head on your shoulder until the show is over?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I would like that,” he answered and he grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. They sat in silence for the reminder of the show.

When the show ended, Tyler stood up slowly and held out his hand to Addison. They walked out into the night air. Tyler’s phone rang as they walked out of the theater. He answered, “Hi Mom. I thought you said you were coming at nine. It’s only seven thirty now. I know.” Addison pretended to study the show poster on the wall outside the theater. She listened intently as the conversation continued. “I will be at the gate in fifteen minutes. Wait, just a second.” Tyler called to Jamie, “Hey Big Rig, do you need a ride home?” Jamie shook his head not and tossed Juliana’s hair. “Okay, I will see you in fifteen minutes. Bye Mom,” he said finally. He lowered his voice, “Love you too.”

Addison looked at Tyler and then back at Juliana and Jamie. “So you have to leave now? Your mom is picking you up?” she asked. He nodded yes. “Oh,” she replied quietly. She silently cursed herself for not thinking about the outcome of the day. Of course, it would come to an end and she was a fool for not having thought about it. “We don’t meet for the bus back to the hotel until nine PM, but I could walk with you to the front gate. I mean if you wanted,” she looked up and saw him staring at her face. He held out his hand and she took it with a smile. She called out to Juliana, “I will call you after Tyler leaves so I can find you.”

“How much longer are you in Canada?” he asked as they walked through the park.

“We leave tomorrow afternoon,” she sighed.

“I have practice tomorrow morning,” he stated as if there were any real opportunity for them to meet again before Addison left. Today would be their first and last day together. Addison felt numb about the prospect of never seeing Tyler again.

Internally Tyler was having a similar, yet far less nuanced thought process. Part of him was still in disbelief at how the day unfolded. He would never fantasize about meeting a girl like Addison and her finding him interesting enough to kiss.

As they approached the gate, reality set in for both of them. Addison spied a photo booth set among carts selling souvenirs. “Should we take pictures?” she asked. We can use up the rest of my Canadian cash.” Tyler helped her figure out the right coins and hopped into the photo booth. Addison sat on his lap and they smiled into the camera.

“Okay, silly face for pose two,” she instructed

“Kisses,” Tyler requested for pose three.

“Smile again,” she suggested for pose four. Addison looked at the camera while Tyler stared at Addison’s face. When the pictures came out of the machine, they each took a set.

“So,” he said quietly, “Should I give you my phone number or something?”

Addison studied his face, “No, I don’t think so.”

His head snapped upward, “No? Why not?”

They stopped just short of the exit gate. She looked around at the people milling about. Addison took a deep breath, “Have you seen that movie, Serendipity? It’s a chick flick.” He shook his head no. “I figured. In the movie, a girl meets a guy and they have a fantastic day together. At the end of the day, he asks for her phone number and she says no. She writes it in a book and leaves it on a bench.She tells him that if it’s fate that they meet again, it will happen.”

Tyler listened for her to continue. “I would rather leave it like that than give you my number. You’ll probably text or call a few times, but life will get in the way- hockey practices for you and choir stuff for me. I would rather have a perfect day to remember. If we are meant to meet again, we will.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded her head yes.

“Tyler,” a young blonde called from just outside the gate, “Mom’s waiting for you.”

“Okay Candace, I’m coming,” he called to her. “So this is it then I guess,” he said as he held Addison’s hands.

“Hold on,” She ran to the exit, got her hand stamped and ran back to Tyler. “I will walk you all the way out,” she proclaimed.

Together they walked through the exit hand in hand. Jackie Seguin stood waiting by the car. Her eyes widened at the sight of Tyler walking towards holding a girl’s hand. “Mom, this is Addison. She’s from Dallas,” he said calmly. “Addison, this is my mom.” He turned and gave her a hug. He whispered, “So I guess this bye, huh?”

“Yeah, this is bye,” Addison agreed. As he walked to the car, she called, “Tyler- don’t forget to find me when you come play for Dallas. You’ll look good in green.” He flashed a smile, “Will do.”

Addison waved and walked to the bench outside of the park. Tyler started to get in the car before he turned around and looked at her sitting on the bench. He sprinted towards her and she stood up. He grabbed her face and kissed her. For a moment time stopped as they stood next to the bench, glued together. No one else existed. His mom and sisters were watching from the curb, their jaws dropped in shock. For a moment, there was no risk of their hearts breaking. And for Tyler, it was if he had been a ladies man all along.

“Okay,” he breathed finally, “I have to go or my mom is going to kill me. You’re right. Let’s just leave it as the perfect day and I will find you when I come to Dallas. Deal?”

“Deal,” she smiled.

2022

Addy felt Tyler's weight pressed against her body as she pulled him tighter to it. Her body pulsated as his mouth grazed over her bare shoulders. Her mind, however, raced with thoughts. Her Tyler from Toronto had turned into Tyler-Fucking-Seguin, noted himbo and hockey whore. She had lied to him earlier. As a single woman in Dallas, you didn't have to follow hockey to know what a playboy Tyler had turned into so she knew exactly who he was when he introduced himself. She gathered her thoughts to assess the situation. She was currently making out with the NHL superstar and about to cross the line into dry humping.

"We need to stop or we'll have a repeat of last time," he moaned. "We could stop or we could relocate to some place more private," he added eagerly. “We aren't far from my house. We can order some food and hangout."

"Tyler, we’re thirty. Let's not pretend. We are not going to ‘hang out,’" she responded. "You get an Uber. I will pay the tab."

When they went back into the tavern, Gina and Tom were playing darts. Tyler focused on his phone, ordered the Uber and looked up to see they were staring at them with bemused grins on their faces. Addy didn't make eye contact as she walked to the bar. "Tess, I need to close out my tab" she said as Tyler reached for his wallet. "Put it away, Tyler. I still owe you for my poutine." She swatted his hand away.

Tess looked up and smiled, "That'll be eight bucks, Adorable Addy."

Tyler interjected, "Eight dollars for all of it? I am coming here all the time."

Tess turned and pressed her lips together, "It's eight dollars for her. You get the Addy discount because she vouched for you. Otherwise, you would be sliding over that C-note you carry for emergencies."

Tyler pretended to be offended, "Why do you hate me?"

"You rich white boys get on my last nerves," she laughed, "but if she vouches for you, you must be good people."

Addy slapped down twenty dollars and turned to Tyler. "Let me go say my goodbyes and I'll wait for you outside," she said softly.

He pulled her to his body, "We're thirty. We don't need to pretend to leave separately."

"Says you- you won't have any consequences if people know," she pushed away and walked to her friend, "I'm heading out. Y'all have a good night." When Gina stood up, Addy whispered, "I'll text in the morning." Gina's eyebrows raised at the deviation from their standard routine. Addy shrugged her shoulders, "Not going straight home. Might be late." Gina simply nodded her head.

Tyler simply nodded his head at Tom, "Tuesday at 1? Text me the course." He placed his hand on Addy's back and followed her out of the tavern. When they arrived at the Uber, he opened the door and motioned for her to slide in first. Her leg bounced nervously as they drove off. He placed his hand on her thigh and smiled at her, "Are you always this nervous around men or is it just me?"

"It's just you," she grinned, "What about you?"

"Too early to tell," he explained, "I thought I would be less nervous this time."

"You thought about me? About meeting me again?" she asked softly.

"All the time- especially when I got traded to Dallas," he replied, suddenly serious. Both of them got quiet, not sure what to say.

When they arrived at Tyler's house, he tried to study her face. Two thoughts emerged in his brain. First, why was he so eager to bring her to his house? It wasn't his usual MO. He usually went to other women's homes which allowed for quick exits. However, that felt unnecessary with Addison. Second, why did he feel the need to impress her? Tyler had become extremely confident. Maybe too confident, he considered, but suddenly he felt unsure and shy.

Addy tried to keep her face neutral as they walked into his large home. It was everything you would expect from a professional athlete, yet somehow felt cozy and warm. He went to check on the dogs and let them out of their crates. Marshall, Cash and Gerry sniffed Addy with mild curiosity as Tyler introduced her to them. "Boys, this is Addison," he said brightly, “Dad knew her a long time ago.”

'It's actually Addy now," she said as patted Gerry's head, "I haven't been Addison in fifteen years."

Tyler turned his head, "Why?"

She stood back up and walked away from him. He watched her intently.

"Why are you no longer Addison?" he asked. He did the mental math in his head, "What happened fifteen years ago?"

"You" she whispered to herself and turned around, "It's been a long time, Tyler. It doesn't matter now."

"I think it does matter, Addison," he stepped towards her, "Tell me."

"Just drop it," she pleaded and looked down.

"No," he answered, "Does it have anything to do with why you don't follow the Stars? Or why the name Tyler completed the asshole trifecta? What happened? I thought we were good when we said bye." He crossed to her and lifted her chin to look into her eyes.

"Addison became Easy A," she yelled.

Tyler took a step back, “Easy A? What does that mean?”

Addy crossed her arms, “What? You didn’t hear? I mean our exploits were legendary at PCA. LE-GEND-ARY.”

“Addison, what are you talking about?” he asked with the confusion showing on his face.

“I’m talking about the fact that you didn’t keep your damn mouth shut about what we did in the back of the theater, more specifically what I did.” she put her hands and pushed him away from her.

“Addison, WHAT-IN-THE-FUCK are you talking about?” he bellowed.

“My name is Addy now, dammit.” she hissed as walked past him. “Thanks to your big mouth I was labeled a slut. Addison is the easy A and the easy lay. There was also 'If you want to have some fun, be sure to call Addison.' You on the other hand? I bet you were hailed as a stud with your conquest. I became a social pariah after my behavior was found to be unladylike and unbecoming. I lost my spot in choir and most of my friends."

"You think I told someone about it?" he protested. "I never told anyone what happened in the theater. Big Rig knew that we made out, but I never told anyone else."

"How did people in Dallas find out?" he added. "The guys teased me in the locker room, but it wasn't that big of a deal."

"It wasn’t a big deal FOR YOU. What did they say in the locker room,Tyler?" she challenged, "What did they say?"

"Seggy shot and he scored," he said quietly, "I didn't think it was a big deal. I mean you were in a different country."

"And you didn't correct them? You didn't think to question why they said that? I mean if you didn't say anything to anyone, how did they get that impression that we fucked? I mean, as long as you looked good it didn't matter, right?" she peppered him with questions.

"I didn't think it went beyond the locker room. If I had known it was spread around Dallas, I would have said something. I didn't know. I SWEAR I didn't know.," Tyler argued. "Addison, you have to believe me. I would have never done anything to fuck up that day." There was a sincerity and tenderness in his voice that she paused and looked at him. She walked around the living room as he watched. She stopped when a framed picture caught her attention. There in a simple black frame was the photo strip they took in the photo booth.

"You kept them? After all this time?" She turned to him with a questioning look. "Why?"

Tyler looked down and didn't answer at first. He took a slow lap around the living room and stood in front of her. "Because you were the first and probably only girl/woman who liked me for me. You believed in me and you trusted me. It was the only tangible thing I had that you were real," he declared.

"You really didn't tell anyone" she whispered.

"I didn't tell anyone- I swear," Tyler inched closer to her.

"Swear on your dick," she held her hand out against his chest.

"Swear on your dick." she smiled, "if you are lying, may you never get another erection again."

"I swear on my dick I told no one," he stepped forward.

She stepped to him and he asked "They called you a slut?" She nodded her head yes. "I'm sorry, Addison. I didn't know. Fuck, I didn't know." He grabbed and pulled her to his chest. "It was the perfect day for me. One of the top five days of my life. I feel awful it got fucked up for you."

He held her tight and swayed slowly as she rested her head against his chest. "It really was a great day, wasn't it?" she looked up and smiled. "I can't believe it's really you-Tyler from Toronto."

"Technically, Brampton- but close enough," he sassed.

She covered his mouth with a kiss. Tyler responded and started to walk her back towards the couch. He gently guided her until they were both on the couch. The weight of his body rested on her as they kissed.

"One day you'll actually let me make the first move" he murmured in her ear.

"No one is stopping you now," she remarked, "Aren't you some sort of hockey sex god? Surely, you have some moves you’ve developed."

"Oh, I have moves now," he said as he slid his hand under her shirt.

"Then show me," she purred.

"Sit up," he ordered.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Please?"

She sat up and he removed her shirt. His hands went to her bra and tugged it down. His mouth went to her nipple and teased it with his teeth before drawing a circle with this tongue. Their eyes met as his tongue flicked softly. His mouth moved down her stomach. Addison placed her hand on his head as it inched lower. "Tyler," she moaned. He smiled against her skin as his finger gripped her shorts and panties. He tugged at them and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down. He tossed them to the side. His lips went to her hips and began to trail down. His tongue glided along the curve of her thigh. She sat up on her elbows, "Wait, wait, wait." His head shot up. "Take your clothes off. I want to see you," she implored.

He sat up and peeled off his shirt. Addison gasped as she studied his chest. His arms and chest were covered with tattoos and she felt the urge to touch them. He stood up and removed his shorts and boxers. He smiled shyly as he moved back to her. "You're bigger than I remembered," she commented.

He looked down and grinned up at her. Addison rolled her eyes, "Not your damn cock- the rest of you. You're more muscular-larger. You look different than the picture I had in my mind all these years.”

“Is that good or bad?” he asked in a moment of doubt.

“Not either good or bad. I liked fifteen year old Tyler’s body and I like thirty year old Tyler’s body. They are just different, both hotter than hell in their own ways.” she answered

“You look the same, Addison. I can't believe I didn't know it was you right away. I guess I had given up hope of finding you.” Tyler said as he moved back to her. “You have the same gorgeous eyes and the same smile that makes my heart skip a beat. You look more amazing naked than I dreamed.” He began to kiss her neck and make his way down her torso, kissing her softly as she writhed. “You’re here and you’re naked,” he said with wonder, “I can’t believe it.” When his mouth made contact with her waiting sex, Addison’s back arched off the couch. “TYLER!!!” she panted as his tongue explored.

He looked up and smirked, “Told you that I have moves.”

She sat up on her elbows, “It’s a decent start, but let’s see how you finish.”

“Still a brat, I see,” he shook his head. He began fucking her with his mouth again. It was a flurry of licks, sucks, and soft bites. Addison felt the thrill from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Each movement elicited a moan or whimper. He had dreamed of this moment for almost half of his life. He wanted to bring her to peak and he was entirely focused. When she was able to speak, Addison would call his name. It was music to Tyler’s ears. She wove her fingers through his hair and tugged to pull him closer as her hips rocked against his face. “So close, so close,” she yelped as she felt herself submit to the pleasure. Her orgasm was loud, intense and long. She rode the wave of little aftershocks and Tyler licked her juices that flowed freely.

He slowly and gently kissed his way up her body. She trembled ever-so-slightly with each touch. There was a tenderness to his touch which was not present with the other women he had been with. She continued to run her fingers through his curls.

“Your hair is different, right? It wasn’t curly last time?” she spoke softly. Her heart raced still and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind.

“Yeah, it turned curly sometime in my early twenties- not sure why,” he grinned. When he made his way to her neck, “Are you good? You liked it?”

“Oh yeah, that move was ummmmm, impressive,” she sighed.

“I have another move if you want to see it,” he nibbled her ear.

“Does it involve my long time friend?” she joked as her hand went to his cock. She stroked it casually and Tyler groaned. “It feels the same. I am glad it didn’t change.”

Tyler sat up before leaning off the couch. He grabbed his wallet out of shorts. He opened it deftly and retrieved the condom. Addison bit her lip and closed her eyes. It was a reminder that this was no longer Shy Ty, but a man who was seasoned with hook-ups. She wasn’t sure how that reality made her feel and she tried to push the thought from her mind. He looked at her as he ripped the package. “Hey,” he said softly, “Do you want to stop? We don’t have to…….” She opened her eyes and stared at him. She sat up and straddled his thighs wordlessly. Her hand went to his cheek and she caressed it. He returned the gesture. “Seriously, we can stop. I understand.” She searched his eyes, lost in her thoughts. He smiled sweetly and she saw him staring back at her. Not the NHL superstar, but the sweet boy from Toronto who she fell in love with. It might have been short-lived, but she was sure that it was love. She was also sure that it was returned.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered in return.

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” she said as she kissed him gently.

“Me too-more than you know,” he kissed in return.

“I’m ready now,” she leaned and pulled him with her.

“Really? No pressure,” he said as he rolled on the condom.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she responded.

They both gasped as he slid into her warmth. It was a new and exciting sensation, yet somehow felt entirely familiar. The pace was slow and methodical at first as they explored to find the best angle and pressure for their mutual pleasure. There was muted conversation about hand placement on top of her clit- “A little to the left- yeah, right there” Tyler’s mind exploded with a hundred different thoughts, but the most pressing was that he was determined not to cum until she had again. The speed and the intensity of thrusting increased. Their mouths devoured each other as they fucked. Her legs wrapped around him and she used her muscles to clench down around his rock hard cock. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” they panted in unison. Addison exploded first with Tyler finishing just afterwards.

Tyler rested his body on top of hers in exhaustion. He was far more spent than his actions required. “Addison, that was…..” his voice trailed off. “Shit, can I still call you Addison?” he asked. She nodded yes as he showered her neck and face with kisses. “I don’t want to move. Stay here all night?” he moaned.

“You want me to stay all night with you?” she asked. She was pretty sure that was a deviation from his standard operating method.

“Let’s start with one night,” he said as he looked into her eyes.

“Okay, but I’m too old to sleep on the couch when I know that there has to be a bed somewhere in this house,” she teased. They sat up slowly and gathered their clothes from the floor. She followed him up the stairs and into the main bedroom. The bed was large and fitted with luxurious sheets. She put her things on the bench at the end of the bed. She glanced at her phone and smiled. Gina had sent a funny meme. Juliana had responded to her text. When she put her phone down, she looked up to him staring at her.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked.

“Just a text from Juliana,” she answered, “Remember her? I told her that I was with you tonight.”

“Of course, I remember her. Is she in Brazil or Dallas these days?” he inquired.

“Neither- she moved to Dallas after college, but just got a job in Seattle,” Addison answered.

“Huh, I’ll have to let Big Rig know,” he smiled.

“Where is he these days?” she quizzed.

“You really haven’t been paying attention. He was drafted by Dallas, but now he is in Seattle now.”

“You’re kidding me,” she laughed.

“Nope and he’s single,” Tyler smiled, “Not that I would try to set him up with any one.”

“Of course,” she giggled, “It would break bro code or something. Do you have a shirt I can throw on to sleep?” she asked. He threw the shirt in his hand to her. She caught it in her hands and brought it to her nose to smell. “I’m pretty sure that you’re never getting this shirt back,” she smiled as she inhaled.

“Oh really? Why is that?” he laughed.

She blushed as she put it over her head, “No reason.”

“No- tell me,” he pleaded as they climbed onto the bed.

“I want a memento from tonight,” she sighed.

He rolled over into his side and looked at her, “Why would you need a memento? What do you think is going to happen tomorrow morning?

She rolled to face him and shrugged.

He inched forward and kissed her, “If you think I am going to let you get away from me again, you are sadly mistaken, Addison from Dallas.

She smiled, “Is that so Tyler from Toronto?”

“Yes,” he pulled her close to rest on his chest, “I have big plans for us tomorrow.”

“You do?” she questioned as fingers traced his tattoos.

“A full day at Six Flags to relive our first day together,” he laughed, “Complete with a show at the Southern Palace.”

“Don’t think I am a girl who gives handjobs in darkened theaters these days,” she retorted.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I am classy. I only give blowjobs now.” she laughed.

“Is that a deal?” he asked.

“Deal!” she said as she kissed his chest.

#tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin smut #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fiction #nhl fic #dallas stars imagines #dallas stars fic #dallas stars smut

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#hockey #stars #bruins #dallas stars #boston bruins #jake oettinger #jeremy swayman #4nations #listen as the person who has written the only fic for these two out there. LOVE whatever vibe they've got going on here #the two standing guy emojis do not quite convey the weird almost horniness when jake looks down to make eye contact w sway #is he really that much taller. otter babe you are LOOMING

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only-lonely-star · 5 months ago

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ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

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scoringeffects · 11 months ago

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wyjo top contender for going directly into my pocket

#wyatt johnston #dallas stars #the oilers have the power of friendship the stars have found family and as a graduate of 2012 avengers living in stark tower fics i fear #they have compelled me

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lovebugrry · 1 month ago

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THINK LATER WYATT JOHNSON

summary your friend drags you to bar on a weekday and sets you up with dallas’ favorite hockey player

pairing wyatt johnston x reader

thank you queens for 100 followers 🫰🫶

How you found yourself in a random bar, in the middle of the week, in high heels, you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You’d learned something from moving out of your small town, that was three hours away in the middle of nowhere; Dallas was a buzzing city.

There was always a busy bar to go to, or a new brunch spot to try with your friends. The constant chatter of the city made you feel a weird sense of comfort. It was the fact that no one was truly paying attention to you, no one cared what anyone else was doing.

After you and Madie, your best friend in the city since you’d met her at a pilates class, found two empty seats at the crowded bar, she waved down the bartender.

“I have to confess something to you,” she said turning to you, after ordering both of you guys Vodka Cranberry’s.

You looked at her trying to contain a smile, “What?” you said trying to stop yourself from laughing.

“Thomas kind of has a friend and basically he saw you on my story and thought you were really pretty, so I told him to come. And he’s kinda here right now,” she spoke like a kid admitting to breaking their mom’s favorite vase.

To her advantage, before you could even wrap my head around what she said, the bartender set down your drinks and she immediately started sipping it.

“Madie, you did what?” you questioned, knowing you saw Thomas, her boyfriend, alone before you guys went out.

Madie’s boyfriend was always nice to you, but he played in the NHL, so you never really saw much of him because of his grueling schedule.

“Well you’ve been talking about how you were gonna start dating again, so I thought I’d just help out,” she said acting like she was completely innocent, continuing to sip at her drink.

“How come you didn’t just tell me before we came?” you questioned, not mad at her. You knew she wouldn’t do this to you with somebody she didn’t like.

“I knew you’d be hesitant, just wanted you to be in your natural habitat,” she said smiling widely at you while motioning at the bar.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her behavior, “Well where is this man,” you said pretending to be looking around.

She looked around and when she looked towards the back of the bar, her face lit up and she pointed, “Right there.”

You turned around to where she pointed at, and you focused your eyes on a smiley brunette boy drinking a beer sat across from Thomas.

When Madie looked at you staring at him she started speaking, “His name is Wyatt, and he’s a sweetheart. And he’s like your age”

Madie wasn’t wrong when she was sure you’d think he was attractive, honestly he was exactly your type.

“Even Thomas said you guys would be good together, your guys’ babies would be so cute,” she said smiling widely.

You looked at her knowingly, “Let me talk to this guy before I start imagining our babies.”

As both of you guys made your way over to the booth they occupied together, you couldn’t help to feel somewhat nervous. You’d had your fair share of boyfriends, but there was something intimidating about knowing you’d have to see him again eventually if things didn’t work out.

Madie naturally joined Thomas on his side of the booth, while you slid into the side with Wyatt.

Reaching your hand out to shake his you introduced yourself, “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

He smiled widely, “So I’ve heard, I’m Wyatt,” he said taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

He spoke into your ear trying to make his voice clear over the loud sounds of the bar, “I think you’re more beautiful is person than I could’ve imagined.”

You laughed loudly at his bluntness, “You sure are bold, aren’t you?”

“Only when I know what I want,” he replied, which made me laugh at him more you tilted your head to look at Madie.

“Gosh Madie, you didn’t tell me he would be like this,” poking fun at his behavior, knowing you found it somewhat endearing.

There was something about the way he held himself with confidence, but clearly thought about what he was saying.

Both you and Wyatt continued to chat, learning more about each other. He talked about hockey, you talked about the small fashion company you worked at.

Honestly, he was a lot more interesting than you anticipated. With the way he was clearly so passionate for hockey, and the way he listened intently to your passions, you had never really clicked with someone so quickly.

When you guys spoke to each other, it was like the bar went silent. You both disengaged from everything around you, including Thomas and Madie.

So when he leaned in and asked, “Would you wanna come back to my apartment?”, while smiling widely at you while taking a sip of his beer.

Without thinking you replied immediately, “I think I’d really like that.”

WYATT JOHNSTON MASTERLIST — MASTERLIST

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theemporium · 6 months ago

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thank you to the wyatt anon for choosing a prompt!🫶🏽weirdly enough, i struggled with it? but idk if that's just because this is my first wyatt piece or because uni has killed my brain so!! enjoy!!

prompt: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

“So, a little birdie tells me you have a boyfriend.”

You lifted your head, tearing your eyes away from your laptop screen to give the boy on the bench a deadpan stare.

“Did the same birdie remind you that you’re said boyfriend?”

Wyatt beamed at your response, his cheeks already flushed from the drills they had been running through the practise session. He looked giddy, an expression that made your chest tight but confused you, nonetheless. He was usually focused when he was on the ice, even during training.

“The birdie has spent all session gossiping about it,” Wyatt explained as he leaned against the barricade between the bench and the row of seats you were currently sitting on. “The boys are placing bets. First person to guess correctly gets a hundred bucks.”

You raised your brows in amusement. “And how do they plan to confirm it?”

“Pretty sure Tyler was just gonna straight up ask you,” Wyatt snorted.

You hummed, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. “And did you place a bet?”

Wyatt’s grin widened further.

Your suspicion grew. “What did you do?”

“I bet double if I could come over here and make you confess who your boyfriend is right now,” Wyatt announced happily, his eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. “You’ve given yourself quite a rep, babe, you know? They think you’re impossible to break.”

You snorted in response.

For someone with a job surrounding social media, you weren’t the most active person outside of it. Not on purpose, not really. Most of your time was spent on the Stars social media accounts that you didn’t really have time for your own, or really care about it enough. A little private Instagram account you posted on once in a blue moon was enough for you.

However, somewhere between being on an internship and being hired full time for the media team, you had grown closer to the boys on the team. It was hard not to when you spent so much of your time with them, travelling from city to city and wasting countless hours with them and a camera in hopes of a few decent shots you could salvage for a post.

It also meant that because you were constantly poking them for answers to ridiculous questions, they felt the need to do the same to you. And it was through one of these ridiculous questions from Tyler that you accidentally let it slip that you had a boyfriend. And said boyfriend was someone you worked with.

And it had been the main topic of conversation all day, considering it took Tyler all of two minutes before blurting it to the rest of the locker room.

“So who’s the winning choice?”

“Eddie on the equipment team.”

Your nose scrunched a little. “I’ve spoken to him, like, twice.”

“Miro said he swore he saw you both have a moment,” Wyatt shrugged, pressing his lips together to hold back his laugh.

You hummed, tilting your head as you watched the way he leaned closer over the barricade. “So, hot shot, how are you gonna get me to confess?”

“It’s been over four hours since you last kissed me,” Wyatt told you, matter-of-factly. “I think we should change that?”

You tried to bite back your smile. “Yeah?”

“Gotta show them who’s your boyfriend after all, right?” Wyatt continued, trying to sound as casual and indifferent as he could. But you could see the way he gritted his teeth together.

“You jealous, Johnston?” You taunted as you placed your laptop to the side, standing up from your seat and walking towards the barricade where Wyatt was still standing. Despite normally being taller than you, the platform the seats were on made you taller than your boyfriend once as he leaned his head back to look up at you, even whilst he was still wearing skates.

“Pfft, no,” he scoffed but his blushing cheeks told another story. “I think you should kiss me so I can prove I’m not jealous.”

You shook your head fondly. “You’re ridiculously unsubtle.”

“But still cute, right?” Wyatt retorted, trying to close the distance between you, only to huff in annoyance when he realised he wasn’t able to easily reach for your lips. “Get down here.” There was a small pause before he continued. “Please?”

You smiled, leaning down as you cupped his face in your hands and tilted his head back enough for you to kiss him without bumping your head against his visor. It was short and sweet but he still beamed in response when you pulled back.

“Still jealous?”

“Nuh uh, I’m feeling pretty good,” Wyatt grinned. “Do you think the guys noticed or—”

“SHE IS DATING JOHNNY?!”

“THIS SHIT IS RIGGED, I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”

“SOMEONE TELL PAVS TO COME PICK UP HIS ROOKIE, HE’S A CHEAT!”

#wyatt johnston #nhl #dallas stars #wyatt johnston x reader #wyatt johnston x you #wyatt johnston x y/n #wyatt johnston fic #wyatt johnston one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

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jo-speaks · 4 months ago

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🎂 you turn me on so easily -- with wyatt johnston please

warnings: kissing, brief grinding

He had been insatiable all night.

The way your nightgown draped over your body had Wyatt’s pupils turning into hearts, throbbing out cartoon style each time you walked past him.

You finally found comfort in the natural curve of his laying body, finding the warmth radiating off of him magnetic as you joined him on the couch.

“What are we thinking for movie night? Horror or rom-com?” You asked, opening Netflix on the TV.

Wyatt shrugged off your question, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You giggled at his actions, squirming at the feeling of his breath hitting your skin.

“Wy, please. This is meant to be a cute, romantic movie night.” You teased, not missing the way his lips began kissing at your neck.

“Nah, I’m good.” He mumbled, continuing his actions.

As much as you wanted to deny him, you couldn’t. It was hard not to indulge him when his hands began wandering over the silk cloth of your gown.

“What’s got you so worked up, hm? You’re acting hornier than usual.

His answer was silent, opting to turn his sweet kisses into soft bites as he sucked marks onto your warm skin. It had shocked you that he had yet to slip his hand under your clothes, but just as the thought entered your head, his hand found its way to toy with the lace of your panties.

“What can I say? You turn me on so easily.”

You smiled at his movements, pressing your hips against his semi, giggling as he tugged you closer to him. “Forget the movie then?”

#jo's birthday celebration #wyatt johnston #wyatt johnston x reader #wyatt johnston fic #wyatt johnston imagine #dallas stars #nhl imagine

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 day ago

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Into The Night

Summary: You can only push your boyfriend so far before he needs to push you back.

Warnings: Dom Wyatt and Sub Reader, Praise, Slight degradation, Name-calling (Slut, Good girl), PWP, Oral (Fem receiving), No protection, PnV,

Word Count: 3.0k

Wyatt was a dominant man, and you just happened to be a bratty submissive who always challenged him. He loved it when you pushed his buttons and tested his limits, and you loved to see how hard you could tease him before he took control. You had a fun and playful relationship, full of playful banter and cheeky remarks, as you went about your day. Wyatt was constantly trying to assert his authority over you, while you were always challenging him in some way. On this particular day, you were feeling particularly bratty. You were pushing all of Wyatt's buttons, testing his patience and his self-control. You were being cheeky and teasing, not backing down whenever he tried to discipline you. Wyatt was getting more and more assertive, and you could tell that he was close to snapping.

Wyatt had been trying to get you to behave all morning. He had given you gentle reminders, subtle warnings, and even a few firm words, but you just wouldn't listen. "I don't know what's gotten into you today," he said to you, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. "You've been acting like a brat all morning." You smirked at him and batted your eyelashes innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about," you said in a sweet, syrupy voice. "I'm just behaving as I always do." Wyatt raised an eyebrow at you, not buying your innocent act for a second. "Oh really?" he said, his voice getting a little sharper. "Is that so? Because it seems to me like you're being extra bratty today." He took a step closer to you, towering over you and looking at you with a stern expression.

You tried to maintain your cheeky smile, but you couldn't help but feel a little shiver of excitement run down your spine as he loomed over you. "What makes you think I'm being extra bratty today?" you asked in a taunting voice, looking up at him through your lashes. He took another step closer, getting right up in your personal space. "Oh, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's because you've been ignoring my every word, doing exactly the opposite of what I ask you to do, and purposely trying to get a rise out of me. Does that sound like being extra bratty to you?" You shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "I'm just playing around, having a little fun," you said. "I don't see why you're getting so worked up about it." Wyatt clenched his jaw, clearly becoming more and more frustrated. "Playing around…?" he repeated incredulously. "You call behaving like a complete brat 'playing around'? I call it being disobedient and disrespectful. And I don't appreciate it one bit." You rolled your eyes, still trying to act nonchalant. "Oh, come on. You know you like it when I'm a brat." Wyatt took a deep breath, trying to control his growing impatience. "I do enjoy your brattiness to an extent," he admitted gruffly. "But there's a line you know better than to cross. And today you've been flirting with that line all damn day, and you're starting to step over it."

You smirked, enjoying the fact that you were getting under his skin. "And what are you going to do about it, huh?" you taunted, crossing your arms and giving him a challenging look. Wyatt's expression darkened, and you could see him starting to lose control of his temper. "Don't play games with me, brat," he warned, his voice low and firm. "You know exactly what I'm going to do if you keep this up. And trust me, you won't like it." You couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement at his threat. "Oh, really?" you taunted, taking a step closer to him. "And what are you going to do, huh? Are you going to punish me?" Wyatt's eyes went dark with desire and dominance. "Oh, I'm definitely going to punish you," he said in a low, menacing tone. "And it won't be fun and games like it normally is. I'm going to put you in your place, and you're going to regret being such a little brat in the first place." You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at his words. Despite your brattiness, you knew deep down that you couldn't resist him or his authority. You had always enjoyed the way he took control and disciplined you, and the thrill of it was addictive.

"Is that right?" you said, trying to sound confident despite the flutter of excitement in your chest. "And what exactly are you going to do to me, huh? I want to hear you say it." Wyatt's face was inches from yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I'm going to make you submit to me," he growled. "I'm going to show you who's in charge here." You tried to maintain your defiant demeanor, but you couldn't hide the way your breath hitched at his words. Your excitement was mingling with a hint of anticipation, and your body was betraying you by responding to his dominance. Wyatt knew exactly what was going through your mind, and he looked at you with satisfaction. "You may be putting up a fight right now," he said, his voice authoritative and commanding. "But I can see how much you're enjoying this. You're practically begging me to put you in your place, aren't you." You bit your lip, trying to hold back the whimper that was threatening to escape your throat. You hated how he could see right through you, and how he knew exactly how to get under your skin. "Maybe," you said softly, begrudgingly admitting to yourself that he was right.

He took hold of your chin, forcing you to meet his unwavering gaze. "Maybe? No, sweetheart. I know you're begging for it. You may be acting like a stubborn little brat right now, but we both know you can't resist when I take control." You let out a shaky breath, your defiance wilting in the face of his dominant presence. "Y-yes," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want it." Wyatt's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he heard the submission in your voice. "Good girl," he purred, his grip on your chin tightening just a bit. "That's what I thought. You may love to push my buttons, but deep down you know who's in charge here. And you want nothing more than to give in to me, don't you?" You nodded, unable to form any words. Your body was practically trembling under his intense gaze, and you couldn't deny the fact that you desperately wanted him to assert his dominance over you. "Yes," you whispered hoarsely. "Please…" Wyatt's eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and desire. "Please, what?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Say it, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You swallowed, your body shivering with need. "I want you to take control," you said breathlessly. "I want you to dominate me, to make me submit to you. Please, Wyatt. I can't resist you any longer. I need you to put me in my place." A wicked grin spread across Wyatt's face as he heard your plea. He loved seeing this side of you - so vulnerable, yet so eager for him. "Oh, I plan on putting you in your place all right," he growled, stalking closer until he loomed over your prone form until your back hit a wall. His large hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his hardening cock against your thigh. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And I'm going to use you however I please." With that, Wyatt pinned your wrists above your head, holding you in place with one strong arm while his free hand began to roam your body. "Tell me how much you need me to punish you for being a brat." Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction from the hockey player's straining erection. "Yes, Wyatt… please punish me. I deserve it for teasing you like that.. I need your discipline, your dominance." Your chest heaved with ragged breaths as Wyatt's touch sent sparks of pleasure through your skin. The rough grip on your wrists only heightened your arousal, making you ache to be claimed by him completely. "Show me who's in charge here," you begged, gazing up at him with lust-clouded eyes.

Wyatt's dark gaze burned into yours, a primal hunger evident in every line of his chiseled features. "That's right, little brat. You need to learn your place," he rasped, leaning down to nip sharply at your earlobe before trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. One hand slid between your bodies, playing with the button of your pants as the other continued its relentless exploration of your curves. With a swift motion, Wyatt tugged your shirt off as he bared your chest to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned, dipping his head to suckle a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped gently over the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your aching core. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as Wyatt's hot mouth closed around your nipple, the dual sensations of his tongue laving the bud and teeth grazing it making your toes curl. Your back arched, pressing your breast further into his mouth as you threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him close. "Wyatt… oh god…" you whimpered, your hips rocking restlessly against his thigh. The pressure building between your thighs was almost unbearable, your clit throbbing with need. As if sensing your desperation, Wyatt released your nipple with a wet pop and moved lower, kissing a trail down your stomach. His breath ghosted over your damp panties before he hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled them down, exposing your slick folds to his ravenous gaze. "Look at you," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your clit. "So wet already."

Wyatt's eyes flashed with triumph at the sight of your dripping sex, his thumb circling your swollen clit with maddening slowness. "You're practically drenched for me, aren't you? Such a good little slut, getting ready for my cock just by looking at it." He dipped his head, running his tongue along your slit in a long, sensual lick that had you crying out. Wyatt probed at your entrance with the tip of his tongue, pushing inside just enough to coat himself in your juices before withdrawing to lap at your clit once more. "Mmm, taste as sweet as you look," he purred, his fingers finding your ass and kneading the plump cheeks. With a sudden move, he spanked you gently at first with a chuckle before he spoke up again. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you? You still need to be punished for teasing me." Your body trembled under the onslaught of Wyatt's skilled mouth, each flick and swirl of his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. But even as you writhed against his ministrations, you knew he wasn't done with you yet. The warning in his words, coupled with the firm spank to your rear, made your heart race with anticipation and trepidation. "N-no, please…" you stammered, not sure whether you were begging for mercy or pleading for more of his punishment. Your hips jerked when Wyatt's fingers dug into the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you harder against his face. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, leaving you dizzy and desperate for release. "I didn't mean too."

Wyatt ignored your weak protest, his focus solely on bringing you to the brink of ecstasy before denying you the satisfaction of climax. He redoubled his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue while two fingers plunged deep into your soaked channel. The pace was relentless, driving you higher with each thrust and lap, but never allowing you to crest that peak. "Shh, don't talk back," he commanded, his voice muffled against your pussy. "Just feel. Let me show you how bad you've been." His words were punctuated by a particularly harsh bite to your inner thigh, followed by soothing licks meant to ease the sting. Wyatt's free hand wandered up to pinch and twist your nipples, adding another layer of sensation to overwhelm your senses. A high-pitched whine tore from your throat as Wyatt's dual assault on your senses pushed you to the very edge of madness. Each stroke of his fingers, each scrape of his teeth, marking you as his. The lack of release only heightened the agony of pleasure, leaving you a quivering, mindless mess beneath him. "Please, Wyatt… I can't… it's too much." you wailed, your vision blurring at the edges as you teetered on the precipice. But still, he held back, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to keep you suspended in this torturous limbo. Tears of frustration and overwhelming desire streamed down your face as you helplessly awaited his next command.

Wyatt finally withdrew his mouth from your sopping cunt, leaving you gasping for air. He sat back on his heels, his chest heaving as he looked up at you with a triumphant glint in his eye. "Such a pretty picture you make, all tear-streaked and desperate," he purred, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip as he led you to the bedroom. "But we're far from done here." He stood, towering over your prone form as he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down, freeing his thick, rigid cock. It throbbed with need, the engorged head glistening with precum. Wyatt grasped your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide apart. "Get ready, baby. This is where you earn your forgiveness," he growled, positioning the tip of his dick at your entrance. "You finally gonna be good for me?" Trembling with pent-up need, you nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words. All that mattered was having Wyatt inside you, claiming you fully as his own. Your body instinctively clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. "Y-yes… please, Wyatt. I'll be good, I promise," you managed to choke out, your voice hoarse with longing. Your hands scrabbled at the sheets, gripping them tightly as you waited for him to breach your defenses. When the broad head of his cock pressed against your entrance, you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, bracing yourself for the stretch and fullness he would bring. "Do it," you breathed, your eyes locked onto his as you silently pleaded for him to take you.

Wyatt pushed forward, burying his thick length to the hilt inside your clenching heat in one thrust. A guttural moan ripped from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your tight walls enveloping him. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so deeply rooted within you, before beginning to move. Wyatt set a slow rhythm, pulling out just to push back into you with rough intensity as he chased his own release. Each savage stroke sent shocks of pleasure radiating through your core, the force of his thrusts rattling the bed frame. "Fuck, you're so damn tight," he grunted, his hips snapping forward with relentless precision. "Squeezing my cock like it's the only thing that matters." A moan of pure bliss tore from your throat as Wyatt's powerful thrusts drove you wild, your body yielding to his dominant pace. Every inch of his thick shaft stretched and filled you, hitting depths you hadn't known existed. Your nails dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as he thrusted in and out of your dripping passage. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged panting and Wyatt's animalistic grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder," you cried, your hips meeting his with equal fervor, desperate to take everything he had to give. The coil of tension in your belly wound tighter with each brutal plunge, threatening to snap at any moment. "I'm so close… don't stop, please don't stop."

Wyatt's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers biting into your flesh as he pounded into you with renewed vigor, driven by the knowledge that you were on the verge of coming undone. "Gonna fill this pussy up, baby," he snarled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Every last drop for you." With a final, punishing thrust, Wyatt buried himself to the root and came with a low groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. The intense heat of his seed triggered your own climax, your inner muscles clamping down around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. You screamed his name, your body convulsing in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of your life. Wyatt collapsed on top of you, his heavy breathing the only sound in the charged silence that followed. As the aftershocks of your shared climax subsided, you lay there in a daze, your limbs tangled with Wyatt's as he cradled you against his chest. The weight of his body felt comforting, grounding after the frenzied passion that had consumed you both.

You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you, a tangible reminder of the depth of his possession. "Wow," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Wyatt chuckled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Told you I'd put you in your place," he teased, his tone softening. "And now, I think it's time we got cleaned up and ordered some food. We've worked up quite an appetite." He rolled off you, his spent cock slipping free with a wet squelch. Wyatt stood, stretching his muscular frame before extending a hand to help you up. "Come on, sexy. Let's go shower and refuel." As you took his hand, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. When he finally broke away, Wyatt winked at you playfully. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean you up real good in the shower. Can't have you smelling like a locker room, now can I?"

#wyatt johnston #wyatt johnston x reader #wyatt johnston x you #wyatt johnston x yn #wyatt johnston imagine #wyatt johnston fic #wyatt johnston smut #dallas stars #nhl imagines #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl smut

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diorsluv · 1 year ago

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die for you masterlist

( diorsluv 2024 )

[ON HOLD!]

— social media, irl faceclaim ; lola tung

nhl + ntdp!2018 x platonic!figureskater!reader,

robertson brothers x fem!cousin!reader,

trevor zegras x fem!fwb!reader

other tags will be revealed once the complete series is done!

prologue

part 1: ( swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night )

act i

part 2: ( no point in turning off the lights )

part 3: ( not the same without your head on my shoulders )

part 4: ( growing pains but i don’t wanna get older )

part 5: ( almost like we left it all on read )

part 6: ( couple feelings never laid to rest )

part 7: ( didn’t know that the party was over )

part 8: ( and it’s true that i need you here closer )

acts ii, iii, iv, and epilogue coming soon!

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senditcolton · 1 year ago

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Would It Be Enough?

Knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen.

summary: dating a professional athlete came with it's own kind of hardships. your boyfriend Roope does his best to soften your worries. song inspo: peace by taylor swift word count: 0.7k warnings: none! requested by anon Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

Dating a professional athlete came with its own unique set of struggles on top of all the other traditional conflicts. You knew that and you agreed to deal with them when you agreed to date Roope Hintz. The conflicts, the hurdles – they all came and you faced them together.

And it worked. It had been working for months now. You two made it work.

However, the only thing that you still hadn’t completely overcome… was the distance. Not the physical distance, like when he was in New York and you were in Texas. It was the distance between the two of you even when you both were in the same city. His career demanded so much of his time and it made you sad that the everyday intimacy that most couples experiences was a rarity.

You wished that the two of you could have casual nights out with no curfew. You wished that he would be able to attend your friend’s parties with you. But more than anything, you wished that you could wake up in the morning with him by your side.

To see the dawning sunlight fall across his skin, to see his blonde hair lit up to the palest of yellows, to watch his bright blue eyes open…

When you had the chance to experience those mornings, they were some of the most magical moments in your relationship. But they were few and far between. Roope would be up and gone, off to morning skate before you even roused from your slumber.

You mentioned your desires to have more of those type of slow mornings with him off-handedly one night. The words were followed by a quick reassurance to Roope that you didn’t hold any resentment towards him. You knew what you signed up for. It was just a wish.

But whenever you wake up to find an empty bed, like you did this morning – the ache in your heart remained.

A sigh escapes your chest as you burrow into the covers for a moment longer. You breathe in, trying to absorb the lingering warmth and scent of Roope that the sheets had trapped beneath them. Another deep breath, another few seconds of holding off the inevitable until you reluctantly throw the sheets off your body. You roll out of the bed, stretching before making your way out of the bedroom.

You walk down to the kitchen, ready to make your daily breakfast, but when you turn the corner, the sight of your insulated to-go cup sitting in the middle of the counter stops you in your tracks.

It was supposed to be in the cupboard. You were certain that you had put it away the night before. It isn’t until your groggy brain registers the white paper bag next to the cup. You walk closer until you are close enough to see the logo of your favorite café emblazoned on the side of the bag.

The piece of paper from your stationary resting on the marble island is the last thing that you notice. You pick up the decorated paper, your eyes dancing over a messy scrawl that you recognize instantly to be Roope’s. You read over the message, your heart softening at every sentence.

Kultaseni [sweetheart], I know that you wish we could have more mornings together. But I want you to know that even though I’m not always the first person you see when you wake up, I hope I’m the first person on your mind. Because you are on mine constantly. I’m sorry being with me isn’t normal. I hope this is enough.

His note makes tears appear in your eyes and you place the paper back down. Your hands eagerly reach towards the paper bag, opening it to find your go-to snack nestled in the bottom. And when you take a sip from your insulated cup, the flavor of your favorite drink dances over your tastebuds.

To anyone else, from the outside looking in, the action may not have seemed like much. But for you, it was enough. It was more than enough.

#nicole writes #casual intimacy series #roope hintz fic #roope hintz imagine #roope hintz fluff #dallas stars fic #dallas stars imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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starshine-hockey-girl · 4 months ago

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Shameless self-promotion on the holiday

Star Crossed- Miro Heiskanen fic

Here is my very late summer fic exchange story written for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten who requested Reader Insert, fluff, smut (18+ only), angst - with a happy ending. It's my first time writing for Miro. I hope that you enjoy it.

@antoineroussel @fallinallincurls @princessphilly

Word Count- 7.6K

Author's Notes- I do play a little fast and loose with factual details and the realities of Covid

Warnings- alcohol use; some light verbal abuse; an abundance of fluff

Sunday-September 16th- 2018

Aurora looked down at her phone and saw a text message from her father, Jere Lehtinen. She sighed and walked away from the group. She, her boyfriend Brayden and their friends had gone to Top Golf for his birthday. Her father had been away at the Dallas Stars training camp for the past week.

Brayden dropped her back at her large house in Preston Hollow. “I’ll call you later,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek. Brayden and Rory had been dating for almost a year and Rory was ridiculously in love. They were the prototype of high school sweethearts who began dating their senior year of high school. Originally, Rory had planned on attending the University of Texas to major in Sports Management in pursuit of her dream job in the NHL. However, when Brayden had been waitlisted at UT, she changed her plans and went with her second choice of Southern Methodist University. He started at community college at Brookhaven. The change of plans had come as a huge disappointment to her father who did not want to see his precious baby girl change her dreams for a boy-particularly that boy.

Rory walked into the house and called, “Papa- I am home.”

Jere called from the kitchen, “In here, Pupu(bunny).” She walked into the large kitchen to give her father a hug. He squeezed her tight, “How was your night? How was Bray?” The disdain dripped from his voice.

“Papa, you know that it is BrayDEN,” she corrected as she eyed the young man standing at the end of the island. The tall brunette looked at the bubbly, young blonde, blushed and looked down again. Rory looked at her father and spoke in Finnish, “Who’s the boy?”

Jere looked at Miro then back at his daughter and replied in Finnish, “That’s Miro. I told you about him. He’s starting with the Stars and will be living with us until he gets settled into Dallas life.”

Rory looked back and forth between the two and spoke in English, “Staying here? In our house?”

“Yes and I want you to show him the ropes,” her father replied.

“What ropes?” she stared at her father in disbelief, “Is this the favor you wanted to ask me? Aren’t there some Finns on the team to show him the ropes?” she asked incredulously.

“Pupu,” he father replied with a sweet smile, “He needs someone his own age to show him the town. He can’t go hang out in bars with the other guys. Do your papa this favor.” Miro stared at the ground and listened into the conversation. He could understand the general idea of it even if the finer points were lost in him. He wasn't sure what the ropes were and why he would need to see them.

Rory rolled her eyes, “Fine, but he has to fit into my schedule- not the other way around.”

"Pupu," he chided his youngest daughter, "You know he will not have flexibility in his schedule. Why are you not willing to help him out?"

"I think you know why. Brayden won't like it if he is always hanging around. Also I am not wasting my time with some rookie that might be sent down to Austin within two weeks." Jere gave her the "look". "Papa, I have a life," she pleaded, "Okay, I will schedule something for next weekend."

“Thank you,” her father kissed her cheek, “Now, can you show Miro to the guest bedroom?”

Rory waited for Miro to join and spoke in Finnish, "I will show you the room and then we will come get your bags." They passed through the family room. Miro stopped and stared at the three Selke trophies prominently displayed in the built-in. Mementos of Jere’s impressive Stars and Team Finland career were scattered around the room. Rory moved to stand next to him as he looked at each item. She looked at the trophy then at Miro and spoke again in Finnish, "So you must be good if Papa is so invested in you.

"Yeah," he blushed and replied back in Finnish, “I think I have a shot.” He looked at the framed photo of Rory sitting in the bowl of the Stanley Cup at the tender age of six months. "Is that you?"

She smiled and continued in Finnish, "Yeah, I have hockey in my blood. Brayden hates it though."

They walked slowly to the guest bedroom. Miro turned at the door and smiled. "Is Brayden boyfriend? He should like things you like," he said in English. Rory's mouth dropped. "I speak English. Not much, but enough," he smiled, "I won't waste your time, bunny" Rory blushed and rushed to her room just in time for her nightly call from Brayden.

October 2021

“But why does he have to go?” Brayden whined to Rory. She adjusted her short sleeved Longhorn t-shirt and cut-off shorts.

“Because there isn’t anything more quintessential Texan than the State Fair and Texas/OU football game,” she replied. “You know, you could be a little more understanding about the situation,” she sighed, “Imagine that you were across the world from your friends and family- in a brand new city. Wouldn’t you want someone to show you around?”

Brayden walked up to her and lifted her up. He smiled, “Well, I don’t ever plan on leaving Texas so it will never be an issue for me.” She ran her hand over his broad chest and matching Longhorn shirt and pressed her lips together.

“You mean to live? You never want to live anywhere other than Texas?” she asked.

“To live and to be. I have everything I want and need here,” he joked as he kissed her cheek. He sat her down and playfully swatted her bottom.

“Not even to travel? Explore the world and see what else there is to see?” she scoffed.

“I mean, I’d go to Mexico or some place for our honeymoon, but that’s just about it.” he answered emphatically. Jere’s career had afforded Rory opportunities to travel the world much more than the average person her age. Between the annual trips in the summer to Finland and the international hockey tournaments, she had traveled extensively. She tried to imagine living a life that did not continue that sort of travel. It felt small-minded and unappealing, but Rory tried to dismiss the feeling. Brayden was her boyfriend and she loved him. She stared at his tall and muscular body. He was every bit of the stereotypical Texan that she was conditioned to want by her environment. She tried to shake the feeling that she wanted something more. Rory left him in the living room and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Jäbä, are you ready to leave?”

Miro came bounding down the stairs with a smile, “Yes, Aurora” He spoke her name in an exaggerated drawl playfully, “I am ready to go to the great State Fair of Texas.” She rolled her eyes and poked him in the middle of the chest. She had spent the previous week explaining the fair and its intricacies to a very confused Miro. “So it’s a carnival?” he would ask in Finnish. She would shake her head emphatically and describe its wonders. Again he would tease, “So it’s a really BIG carnival?”

Brayden cleared his throat to get Rory’s attention. “We need to go if we want to do any sort of tailgating,” he explained.

Rory’s facial expression changed slightly and Miro noticed. “What’s tailgating?” he tentatively asked in English.

Rory answered back in Finnish, “It’s where people get drunk before a sporting event. In this case, because he is too young to legally drink inside the fair, he will start before the game.”

Miro looked from Rory to Brayden and asked in Finnish, “And this is not good? You don’t like it?”

Rory spit out in English, “No, I don’t like it. I don’t like it all.”

Three hours later-Cotton Bowl Stadium

Miro looked over at Rory and sighed. She was trying to put on a brave face, but he could tell that she was upset. Brayden and his friends had imbibed before the game and were now making fools of themselves at the game. After taking a commanding lead through the third quarter, the UT Longhorns were now seeing that lead decimated by a fourth quarter OU Sooner comeback led by Kyler Murray. When OU scored the tying touchdown with two minutes left in the game, Brayden and his friends effectively lost-their-shit. A tirade of cuss words flowed from their mouths. Despite himself, Miro laughed. Rory shared a glance with him before breaking out in giggles as well.

“What the fuck are the two of you laughing at, huh?” Brayden demanded and stomped his feet.

This caused Rory’s giggles to erupt even louder. “Look at yourself. It’s a FOOTBALL game- not the end of the world,” she said between laughs. Brayden looked back and forth between the two friends and felt his blood pressure rise. He got the sense that they were mocking him and he detested being mocked.

“Hey Finn boy,” he growled, “I don’t know what you are laughing at. You can barely speak English.”

“Hey,” Rory chided him, “If you are mad at me for laughing, then be mad at me. Don’t take it out on Jäbä.”

“Jäbä, Jäbä, Jäbä,” Brayden mocked, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Dude,” Miro interjected quickly.

“Don’t dude me,” Brayden replied, “We are NOT friends.”

Miro laughed, “No, it literally means ‘Dude’.” He turned to Rory and asked in Finnish, “How do you say nickname?”

“The word is nickname,” Rory answered in Finnish.

Miro turned around, “It’s nickname she have for me. You no like?”

“No, I don’t like it. I don’t like anything about you. You stupid foreign asshole,” Brayden countered, “You can’t even speak basic English.”

Miro took a step toward Brayden. “I can speak English.” Brayden took a step back. He had not anticipated Miro standing up to him. Just then the Longhorns ran the ball down to the twenty four yard line. Brayden turned his attention back to the game. Miro turned to face Rory with a question in his eyes. She softly shook her head no and looked down. “Aurora,” he said softly, “Don’t be sad. He’s drunk. No big deal.” Internally, Rory knew that it was a big deal. She knew that his temper was out of control and she was embarrassed that Miro felt the brunt of it. “Aurora,” he said again, “It’s not your fault.” They shared a tender look and she sighed before giving him a soft smile.

The stadium erupted in cheers as the Longhorns kicked a field goal to retake the lead. Brayden picked up Rory and squeezed her in a tight hug then placed a forceful kiss on her mouth. Miro watched in stunned silence. His heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable emotion pulsing through his body. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that it was an immediate response to Brayden kissing Rory. Miro turned to observe half the crowd erupting in cheers while the other half looked dejected. “I’ll never understand football,” he thought to himself.

After the game, the group made their way to the Midway for rides and carnival games. Brayden, Jayden and Caden bribed another fairgoer into purchasing large beers for them so their buzz would keep going. Miro walked behind Brayden and Rory as Brayden led her through the crowd with a tight grip on her waist. A carnival barker called out to the group from the Rope Ladder Climb. “Hey Bro, win your girl a prize,” he called out to Brayden, “All you have to do is climb this rope and ring the bell. It’s as easy as pie.”

Brayden took a look at Rory and then looked back at Miro. “Yeah, I’ll do it,” he said as he pulled out his wallet. How much?” The barker informed him that it was ten dollars. “Hey Rory, can you spot me? I used the last of my cash for the beers.” She looked at him in disbelief.

Miro stepped forward and handed the barker a crispy twenty. Brayden looked up in surprise. “Him first and then me,” Miro said, “We see who wins prize.”

Brayden mounted the rope ladder and tried to balance his weight. He moved his right foot to the next rung and the ladder wobbled. He took another step and it wobbled again. His friends shouted suggestions to him- “Go faster, Tighten your grip, Go slower!” Beads of sweat covered Brayden’s forehead and palms. He began to lose his grip and with a final movement fell off of the ladder. He hit the inflatable with the palm of his hand and cussed, “Damn it, it’s rigged. It’s fucking rigged.”

Miro walked up to the ladder as Brayden exited and looked back at Rory. He gave her a sly smile and she giggled. “I go now?” he asked as he balanced on the ladder. The barker gave him the go signal and Miro took off. He nimbly climbed, moving his opposite limbs in a fluid motion- left, right left, right. Brayden stood in stunned silence as Miro reached the top within seconds and rang the bell in victory. Miro jumped off the ladder and slid down the inflatable. He flashed Rory another smile as he said to the barker, “You right- easy as cake”

Rory laughed, “Jäbä, pie- the phrase is easy as pie.”

Miro simply shrugged his shoulders, “I was close.”

The barker instructed Miro to pick from the top row of prizes. Miro laughed as he pointed to the prize he wanted. The barker pulled down the large stuffed animal and handed it to the Finn. Miro took the prize and placed it in Rory’s hands with a flourish. “Pupu pupulleni,” he said gallantly in Finnish. Rory hugged the prize and hid her face to hide her blush.

“What the fuck did you say?” Brayden demanded to know.

“A bunny for my bunny,” Miro replied in English. He turned to Rory, “You like, Aurora?”

Brayden tried to rip the bunny from Rory’s arms, “You are not taking that from him. You are not.” He screamed in her face, “You are MY girlfriend- not his fucking bunny. Give it back to him.”

Miro stepped in between the two, “Back off.”

“Oh, look at who is back to his broken English again,” Brayden mocked.

Rory yelled, “Stop it- stop it Brayden”

“Give her the bunny back and walk away Brayden. Don’t ever scream at her like that again,” Miro said firmly while he stared into the Texan’s eyes, “Is that English good enough for you?” He turned to Rory in Finnish, “Aurora, I think it’s time for us to go home. Do you want me to get an Uber to take us?”

Rory looked back and forth between Brayden and Miro. She was going to disappoint one with any decision made. She thought quickly and blurted out, “Miro is going to take me home. You're drunk and if my dad sees it, he is going to be furious. Call me tomorrow when you are sober. We can talk then.” She looked at Miro and spoke in Finnish, “Get me out of here and away from him, Jäbä. I just want to go home.”

Miro nodded and grabbed her hand before he responded in Finnish, “Yes, my bunny.”

December 31st, 2018

Three hours later, Miro called from the party at Tyler Seguin's house.

Miro: Aurora- are you coming?

Rory: No Jäbä- I am not.

Miro: Why not? What happened?

Rory took a deep breath: Brayden broke up with me

Miro: He what?

Rory: He broke up with me- via text

Miro: Where are you?

Rory: Home

Miro: I am coming to you.

Miro hung up the phone before she could protest. He left the party without telling anyone and made it to the Lehtinen home in less than fifteen minutes. He unlocked the front door and walked into the house, “Aurora, it’s me Jäbä. I am home.”

Rory called from the kitchen, "I am in here." He followed the sound of her voice and found her sitting at the island. A bottle of vodka sat in front of her. He glanced at her as she opened it and poured herself a drink. "Want one?" she asked dejectedly.

“When will your parents be home?” he asked quietly.

“It will be late. They are at the Morrow’s New Year’s Eve party,” she said quietly.

“Only one drink,” he cautioned, “Tell me what happened.”

She slid her phone across the counter to him, “Read for yourself.”

“He cheating on you? With Maddie?” he looked up in surprise.

“Yep,” she said sardonically, “My guess is that it’s been going for a while now. Lots of stuff makes sense now.”

Miro studied her face. Her usual bubbly demeanor had been replaced with sadness. She took a long swig of her drink. Tears fell from her eyes as she spoke softly, “Papa was right about him. He was right all along.” Miro took a step toward her and she backed away. “I wanted so much to make it work. He was perfect from the outside.”

“Not perfect for you,” he tried to comfort her, “He treated you bad.”

“My stupid stubborness got me into this mess,” she cried, “I wanted to prove everyone wrong. I wanted to prove my papa wrong. I wanted to prove you wrong. I gave up my dream for someone who never really loved me- at least not in the way I loved him.”

Miro reached over and took the glass from her hand. He walked over to the sink and poured the contents out. She watched him silently and without opposition. “Have you eaten?” he asked. She shook her head no. He nodded his head, “We order pizza and talk” Rory walked away as Miro used his phone to order pizza. He found her seating on the large sectional in the family room. She eyed him with curiosity as he sat on the opposite end.

“Why are you here, Jäbä?” she finally asked, “Isn’t there a party at Seggy’s tonight?”

“You need a friend tonight,” he answered quickly.

“Oh,” she replied, “Why do you want to be my friend, Jäbä? Why are being so nice to me?”

He looked up in surprise, “I am nice to you because you were nice to me. You help me learn English. Show me ropes.”

“Is it bad that I don’t feel sad about Brayden? Maybe that’s a sign, right?” she asked.

“Good sign,” he answered, “Tell me about dream you gave up for him.”

“I was supposed to go to UT because their program for Sports Management is better than SMU. When he got waitlisted, I switched to stay with him,” she explained. “At UT, I could study abroad. I might even be able to study in Finland and work with Team Finland,” she smiled at the thought, “I know a couple of guys that would have put in a good word for me.”

“It’s not too late,” Miro suggested, “You could still have your dream.”

Rory stared at him for a moment and considered the possibility. She felt a sense of excitement. She mentally went over what she would have to do to procure a transfer. Miro studied her as a smile spread across her face. “You’re right. I could still have my dream,” she said. She stood up and paced as she let her mind embrace the possibilities that awaited her. Suddenly she rushed over to Miro and squeezed him a tight hug. “Thank you Jäbä,” she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for being my friend.”

“Thank you, Aurora, for being my friend,” he squeezed her back.

March 2019

Rory stood in the kitchen and studied her phone. There was an email from the University of Texas admissions office. She tried to will herself open it. She had jumped through hoops to meet the deadlines for transfer. Now she awaited the answer and it sat in her email inbox. Miro walked into the house from the garage. She looked up at him with expectant eyes and he blinked back. Mentally he calculated the date and remembered that the answer should be arriving today. “Good answer?” he asked. He had a front row seat to all of the work that she had put into the transfer. Not only that, the hard work that she continued to do to maintain her 4.0 GPA at SMU.

“It’s here, but I am afraid to open it,” she whispered. He walked over to look over her shoulder at her phone.

“Open it, Aurora. I bet it is good news,” he encouraged.

“I am scared, Jäbä,” she whined, “You do it.”

“You know my English shaky,” he joked as he took the phone.

“You can read the important parts. Tell me,” she pleaded.

He opened the email and skimmed the contents before a smile spread across his face.

“Yes?” she asked quickly.

He nodded his head emphatically, “Yes! You start this fall.”

Rory jumped up and down, “I got in? Jäbä, I really got in?”

“You got in, Aurora,” he cheered. Suddenly Rory threw herself into his arms and he squeezed her tight. They spun around as they both reveled in her joy. He set her back down and she stared up into his eyes. Their hearts raced and they struggled to catch their breath. Rory felt herself drawn to him and before she knew it, they kissed. His hand cradled the back of her head as their mouths opened to each other and he tasted the flavor of her Burt’s Bee vanilla bean lip balm. He groaned softly as his tongue slid across her lips to taste her better. It was delicious and exhilarating at the same time. They were lost in the unexpected thrill of the kiss and didn’t hear her parents arrive home. Jere cleared his throat loudly. Rory and Miro pushed apart quickly. Rory looked from her father to Miro and back again. Her father stared at Miro who looked down in a combination of fear and embarrassment. An uncomfortable silence loomed in the air before Miro spoke. “Rory has news for you,” he said quickly. Rory stared at him for a moment. He never called her Rory. It was always Aurora. Her face pinched in surprise. He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

She looked at her parents who studied her closely, “Ummm, I got into UT. I just got the news today. Jäbä read it to me.” Her father held out his arms and she ran into them. “Papa, are you happy?” she whispered, “Are you proud of me?”

“Always” he said proudly. He let her go so she could hug her mother, Jana. Afterward, they stood in awkward silence. “We should go out and celebrate. I will take you to your favorite restaurant,” her father suggested. “Go invite, Miro. He should come,” he added.

Inside of his bedroom, Miro paced while his mind raced. He drifted back to the memory of their kiss. It felt right and natural although completely unexpected. He was unsure what it meant if anything. “She got in,” he said to himself. It’s not as if he expected her not to get in, but he had never considered the reality of when she got into UT. It was March now. At the latest the Stars season would conclude in June. That is only if they made the Stanley Cup Finals. After that, he would go back home to Finland. She would be in Austin when he returned. He thought of Brayden and how she had given up her dream for him. Would she do the same for him? Could he allow her to do the same?

He was absorbed in thought when Rory knocked softly on Miro’s door, “Jäbä? Can I come in?” The door opened and he stood to the side. Her eyes searched for any sign of how Miro felt about the kiss, but his face revealed nothing. “My parents are taking me to dinner to celebrate. Do you want to come?” she asked tentatively.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he replied, “I think it should just be your family.”

She inhaled sharply, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he answered, “I won’t be home when you get back. I am going to go hang out with Big Rig.” He made a mental note to send a SOS text when Rory left.

“Oh okay,” she mumbled and turned to go.

“Aurora,” he called as she walked down the hall. She turned to look at him. “I am proud for you.

“Thanks,” she responded quietly.

Later that night

Miro entered the house quietly. The Lehtinens didn’t have very many rules for the young defenseman while he stayed in their house, but coming in at two AM would certainly be frowned upon. He had just returned from hanging out at Big Rig’s apartment where they had played video games for a few hours. He walked through the house and stopped suddenly when he saw Rory sitting at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey,” he said, “why are you up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said quietly, “about earlier.”

“Oh,” he replied, “You mean the kiss?”

“Yeah,” she answered in Finnish, “Do you regret it?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Regret? No, I don’t regret it,” he answered back in Finnish. He sat next to her on the stairs. She looked at him with questions in her eyes. He looked down and took a deep breath. He had been thinking all night of how to discuss what had happened. Even though he though he had a prepared answer, when he looked at her pretty face so full of hope and promise, all the words escaped him. There was the answer he WANTED to say and the answer he NEEDED to say. “Aurora, the kiss was amazing. I don’t regret it, but I don’t think it should happen again,” he said gently. The disappointment was written all over her face. “You gave up your dream for Brayden once. I can’t let you give your dream for me. I don’t think that we can work as anything other than friends. It’s not right,” he explained in Finnish.

The pain of rejection stung Rory and she spit out quickly in Finnish, “Presumptuous of you to think I would give up my dream over a single kiss. You’re right. We are better off as friends. I am glad that we cleared that up.” She got up and started up the stairs.

“Aurora,” he called quietly.

She turned, “It’s fine, Miro. We’re friends. It’s all fine.” It was his turn to flinch at the sound of his name. Rory stormed up the stairs and slammed her door before throwing herself on the bed. Miro got up slowly and climbed the stairs. He paused outside of her door. The sound of her crying was barely audible and it killed him. “I’m sorry, Aurora, '' he whispered before returning to his room.

May 7th, 2021- St. Louis

Rory stood in the hotel lobby waiting for the Stars players to return from the Enterprise Center. The Stars had been knocked out of the playoffs in a devastating loss in double overtime. She texted her father who confirmed that the team would return to the hotel that night instead of flying back to Dallas. Rory and Miro had seemingly recovered from the awkwardness of their kiss and his subsequent rejection of her. She focused on school and he focused on his play and the playoffs. There were still occasional hang-outs but the laughter didn’t flow as freely. Their shared times together were punctuated by awkward times of silence. Still she cared deeply for him and it had nearly broken her heart to watch him in the handshake line.

There was a subtle buzz in the air when the team started walking into the lobby. Various Stars fans cheered while a group of Blues fans jeered. “Jäbä,” she called to Miro as passed her. He looked over and she gave a bright smile. He reluctantly walked to her and allowed her to hug him. She felt the tension in his body and released the hug. “You played so well,” she said enthusiastically.

“We lost,” he said bluntly.

“I know. I am just trying to cheer you up, Jäbä” she replied.

“Maybe I don’t want to be cheered up,” he chided.

“Are you mad at me? What have I done?” she said in surprise.

“No, I just don��t want to be cheered. I want to be alone,” he blurted out.

“Okay, Jäbä,” she said meekly, “I will see you tomorrow.”

He nodded and turned to the elevator. He made the long walk to his room and replayed the conversation in his mind. He had been exceptionally curt and rude to her attempt at support. “Stupid,” he thought, “She was just trying to be a good friend.” Miro walked into his room and stared at the bed. “Dammit,” he thought, “I don’t want to leave it like this.” He turned around and left the room. When he turned the corner to walk down the hall to Rorys’ room, he did a double take. Big Rig stood behind Rory as she opened her door. His hand was on the small of her back. When the door opened, Rory turned around and hugged him tightly. Miro blinked and turned and walked away.

The next morning Miro ate his breakfast in silence next to Esa Lindell. Oleksiak walked into the room with a swagger that did not fit the mood of the rest of the team. Seggy looked up and joked, “Big Rig- why are you so happy? You know that we lost, right?”

Oleksiak joked back, “We may have lost but I found someone to ease the pain.” Miro stopped mid-bite and stared at Big Rig. “Gotta love those blondes,” he joked, “They make everything better.”

Esa Lindell glanced over at Miro, “You okay?”

Miro swallowed the bitterness and bile that rose in his throat, “Yeah, never better.”

January 2021

Jere signaled the DJ to lower the music. The Lehtinen family hosted an annual party at the beginning of the season which because of Covid had been delayed to January. Tonight's party served also as a quasi celebration for Rory who graduated in December. She was set to start her dream job in the Stars organization the next week.

Jere spoke into the microphone, “Hello. I want to take a moment to be a proud papa. Pupu, where are you? Come to me.” Rory groaned and sheepishly walked to her father. “Our Aurora completed her degree in Sports Management at the best school in the world. She finished her study abroad with Team Finland and will now start her new job working back at home. Her mother and I could not be more proud. Raise your glass and toast the smartest and most beautiful girl in the room.” She felt her cheeks flush with heat as the guests toasted her. She resisted the urge to look around for Miro to see his response. She was sure that she would find him standing next to a buxom blonde wearing next to nothing.

If she had looked up, she would have seen him standing in the corner by himself, staring at her with a mix of regret and pride. He could not be more proud of the woman that she had grown into. She radiated intelligence and kindness. All of the things that drew him to her when they first became friends. He continued to stare in the hopes that she would make eye contact, but it didn’t happen. Instead his eyes fell upon the tall frame of Oleksiak and he remembered that night in St. Louis. It was the last night he had seen Rory face to face.

After that night, he returned to the Lehtinen house, packed his things and took the first flight available back to Finland. Rory had texted and called several times, but he did return them. For all intents and purposes, he ghosted her. During the past two years, he had kept track of her activities via social media. There had been no serious boyfriends and she appeared to be thriving in Austin. He was unaware that she was doing the same. The multiple pictures of Miro with scantily clad women hanging all over him was a disappointment.

Rory circled the room and made all the appropriate small talk. Her stomach churned with the thought of running into Miro. They had not spoken in years, other than a brief "Good Luck" text exchange during the Stanley Cup Finals. A full year had passed since then and the confusion and rejection still felt as real and raw as that summer of 2019. After getting roped into a dreadful conversation with Tyler Seguin and his girlfriend, Rory went outside to get some fresh air.

Despite it being January, the weather was mild and Rory took a deep breath. The familiar scent of Miro's cologne hit her nostrils and she spun around to see him leaning against the pergola. He laughed at her surprise and she shrieked in Finnish "What are you doing here?"

"I was invited by your father," he replied in perfect English. Miro scoffed, “I am surprised that you aren't huddled up to Big Rig.”

Rory eyed him suspiciously, “And why would I do that?”

Miro looked down as the memory of Rory hugging Big Rig flashed in his mind’s eye. The accompanying pang in his heart and stomach felt entirely too familiar. “You did have that one night thing in St. Louis,” he whispered, “I figured that you kept in touch with him.”

Rory’s head twisted around, “We had what?”

“I saw him at your hotel room in St. Louis, Rory,” Miro said quietly.

“And?” she questioned, “Do you know why he was at my hotel room? What do you think happened, Jäbä?” Miro’s head popped at the word Jäbä. She hadn’t called him that since they stopped talking in 2019. She stared into his green eyes and saw the pain. She bit her lip and contemplated the cause of it. “Jäbä, tell me what you think happened.”

“You slept with him. That’s what I think happened,” he bluntly answered.

Rory gasped deeply, “Wait, is that why you started ignoring me? You pushed me away because you thought I slept with Big Rig?” He nodded his head and walked away. He stood on the edge of the pergola and looked over the manicured backyard. “I didn’t, by the way,” she added, “Even if I had, why didn’t you talk to me about it? You just quit talking to me based on an assumption. I was that disposable to you?”

He turned and looked over his shoulder, “What was I supposed to say, Rory?” he said with disgust, “Did you sleep with my liney? After everything we went through, you slept with him?”

Rory stared at him and tried to process what was happening. A feeling of disbelief started which quickly transformed to anger. “Why would it matter if I slept with him, which I did not. We were friends. You threw away our friendship over an assumption?”

“It wasn’t an assumption! I saw what I saw,” Miro asserted before he realized that it, indeed, could have been an assumption. He flashed back and replayed the memory. Big Rig stood behind Rory as she opened her hotel room door, she turned around, they hugged and then he had turned away in disgust. He assumed that Big Rig had gone into the room based on his behavior the next morning. He could have been wrong is the thought that hit him like a two by four in the chest. “What was the reality then? Tell me what happened,” he inquired.

Rory walked over and stood next to him. “You left me in the lobby after the game. I tried to talk to you about the game and you blew me off,” she started to explain. Miro grimaced at the reminder of his childish behavior. “Pretty soon I got surrounded by a group of drunk Blues fans who taunted me about the game,” she continued, “They yelled at me and one of them poured a can of beer on me.” His eyes flashed up at her revelation. “The next thing I remember is the sound of Big Rig’s voice booming ‘Get away from her. Move away from her.’ He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the group. He led me to the elevator bank and made sure I was physically unharmed. He asked if I wanted him to do something about it, but I told him no. I just wanted to get to my room so that’s what he did. Nothing else happened.” She turned and he turned to face her. “I texted you when I got into my room but you never responded. I tried calling and texting but you disappeared into thin air. I needed my friend and you vanished like a ghost.” They stared at each other and reality began to sink into their minds. Rory waited for a response from Miro and was met with stunned silence. "Guess that English isn't so good after all," she sighed. She turned to walk away, “Have a nice life jäbä.”

He watched her walk away with a grimace on his face while he cursed himself in Finnish. Rory put her head down and walked toward the back set of stairs. She dwilled her eyes to contain the tears that threatened to overflow. Where had the sweet boy from Espoo gone? Where had her friend gone? “Hey-heads up Rory,“ she heard Oleksiak joke as he passed her in the hall. She looked up and was reminded of the stupid misunderstanding with Miro and the tenously grasp she had on her emotions released. Tears escaped from their containment and rolled down her face. “Hey, hey, hey- why are you crying, Rory?” Oleksiak asked softly, “This is your party too. What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, “He thinks we slept together. He thinks we had a one night stand in Nashville,” she cried.

“What?” Oleksiak gasped, “Who thinks that?”

“Miro- Miro thinks that,” she sobbed, “That’s why he pushed me away. That’s why he ghosted me.” Oleksiak stared at shoulders that shook with sadness and paused. His mind raced. To be honest, he hadn’t given much thought to why the pretty blonde had been missing from Dallas Stars events. He just assumed that she had been consumed by college life and the natural progression of distancing from her parents and their interests. He assumed that the relationship between the two had fizzled from the distance. His eyebrows furrowed. The news that he had somehow been involved surprised and troubled him. “You told him the truth, right?” Oleksiak asked gently.

Rory nodded her head, “I told him but I am not sure that he believes me.”

“I’ll go talk to him. I will straighten it out, Rory,” he assured her.

“Thanks, but I am not sure that there is a point. The Miro that I loved doesn’t exist anymore, I guess.” she said softly. Her eyes widened at the realization of what she had just admitted. Oleksiak pulled her into a tight side hug and she relaxed into his body.

“Oh he exists, Rory. He puts on an act around a lot of people, but he still exists in there,” he reasoned. He released her from the side hug and bent down to look her in the eyes. “Don’t think that your relationship can’t be repaired,” he implored, “I think it can.”

Rory nodded her head and then gave a soft smile, “Thanks, Big Rig.” She turned and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Oleksiak turned and returned to the party. He yelled, “Anyone seen Miro?” There was a collective no response. He turned and made his way outside. He found Heiskanen sitting on a bench under the pergola, staring at the ground. “Hey dude, I hear you might have some questions for me,” he stated bluntly. Miro looked up at the tall specimen of a man in confusion. “Something about a one night stand?” Oleksiak prodded. Miro groaned out loud. “What the hell, Miro?” Oleksiak asked, “You really thought I would make a move on your girl?”

Miro pressed his lips together, “You slept with someone that night. You bragged about it the next morning.”

“Not sure if I would call it bragging, but fair point,” Big Rig.

“So if it wasn’t Rory, who was it?” Miro asked.

“Does it ever matter? It wasn’t your girl. That’s all you need to know,” he answered, “I have too much respect for Rory to refer to her a blonde. Come on, Miro.”

“She’s not my girl. She has never been my girl,” Miro protested.

“Anyone with eyes can see how you feel about her or at least how you FELT about her,” the Canadian scolded the Finn. “We all saw how you were together. Considering that you are sitting here with your head hung down, I think that those feelings haven’t changed,” he continued.

“It won’t work. She doesn’t like me like that,” Miro spoke softly, “At least not anymore. I managed to fuck that up.”

Oleksiak reached over and smacked Miro in the back of his head, “You’re an idiot if you can’t tell that she likes you as more than a friend.”

“Owwwww,” Miro exclaimed, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Somebody needs to knock some sense into you,” Oleksiak spoke firmly, “She’s right. You have changed. You are trying to pretend to be someone that you’re not.”

“What do you mean?” Miro asked.

“Look-I like Seggy and Chubbs, but you are not like them. You trying to be this “I don’t give a fuck” player off the ice and it just isn’t you.” Oleksiak answered directly. “Stop pretending to be someone that you are not. You play with all of these puckbunnies when you know in your heart that you are in love with Rory.”

Miro tried to protest and thought about Rory. The pain that he felt when he saw the hug could not be attributed to friendship. The constant longing to see her was unexplainable. It had been years since they had spent time together but he couldn’t get the sound of her laughter out of his head. He smiled when he thought about her smile and the funny jokes she told him.

“What do I do?” Miro asked.

“Go tell her. Go tell her the truth,” Oleksiak spoke bluntly.

“Just like that?” Miro questioned.

“Just like that or I am going to kick your ass in training camp,” Oleksiak joked. Miro got up and punched Big Rig in the arm. “Hey-watch the violence,’ he explained.

“Payback is a bitch, huh?” Miro said as he walked away.

Miro walked up the backstairs and down the hall to Rory’s room. He knocked softly, “Aurora, it’s me-Jäbä.” He got no response, “Can I come in?”

The door suddenly opened and she stood in front of him. “What do you want, Miro?” she sighed.

“I want to explain. I want to tell you what happened,” he answered.

She stood to the side and let him enter. He turned to her and she eyed him warily, “So talk.”

He looked at her and paused. Her physical beauty took his breath away. She was no longer the teenager that he fell in love with. She had grown and matured. Though he would have sworn it would be impossible, she had become even more beautiful. “Ummmm,” he stammered, “Ummmm, first I should say I am sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she challenged him.

“Sorry for ghosting you,” he replied meekly, “I didn’t know what else to do.” She raised an eyebrow and he continued in Finnish, “I saw you in the hall at the hotel. You’re right. I made an assumption- a wrong assumption. I was just so- I don’t know- when I saw you with him.”

“You were what?” she prodded.

“Jealous!” he spoke quickly in Finnish. “I was out of my mind with jealousy. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t admit it after telling you what we should be friends. I couldn’t admit the the truth.”

“What was the truth, Jäbä,” she yelped.

“The truth was,” he paused and continued in Finnish, “The truth is that I love you and the thought of you being with him drove me crazy. I should have said something. I should have told you, but I was afraid. I was afraid I had blown it after our kiss.”

Rory’s jaw dropped, “What did you say?”

Miro looked her into her eyes, “I said that I love you, Aurora.”

Her eyes filled with tears, “When- then or now?”

He stepped towards her and grabbed her hand. He intertwined his fingers into hers, “Both. I loved you from that moment in the kitchen. I loved you every moment that we spent together. I loved you then and I love you now.”

“Really?” she blushed but pulled his body to hers, “All that time?”

Miro slid his arms around her waist, “All that time.”

“That’s good,” she spoke as her lips ghosted over his. “Because I love you too.”

He brought her mouth to his and kissed her with passion. Rory spoke breathlessly, “Say it again.”

“I love you my bunny,” he moaned as he kissed her.

“I love you my Jäbä,” she moaned in return.

#miro heiskanen imagine #miro heiskanen fic #nhl fiction #nhl fic #nhl imagine #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars fanfiction #dallas stars fic #hwncloud

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Curtis sister sneaking out to see a guy at a party and being caught by dally!

Snuck Around and Found Out

Warnings: (For some reason I decided to make them curse a ‘lot’. 😭) Partying, mentions of drinking, sneaking out.

Summary: Fuck around and find out LMFAO

Author’s Note: I spent my winter break trying to better myself. I spent little amount of it on my phone (hence why I was so inactive). I have one more semester left y’all, pray for me 🙏🏼🙏🏼. It’s been a hot minute, but I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season!! Thank you for your request, I hope you all enjoy this one!! 🫶🏼

Word Count: 1.8k.

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Perfect. Layering a leather jacket over your rather risqué outfit was the finishing touch needed for the night. You were going for a rather bold look, one to impress tonight’s company which awaited you on the west side of town. It wasn’t often you attended house parties, let alone with the richer folk who could afford them. Sneaking out wasn’t too difficult - as long as you didn’t stumble out of the window or cause an uproar, you’d be just fine.

Turning off the lamp on your bedside table was a must, your brothers had been fooled into believing you had laid down hours ago. They would freak if they knew your plans of making your great escape. The glass window creaked as it was maneuvered overhead, creating a wide enough gap for your body to fit through. Thank goodness you could only afford to live in a one-story house…

The soles of your shoes hit the dampened ground floor, a few leaves crackling under your weight. You heaved the thick glass back down, leaving a small crack for an easy entry when the party was over. A smile of victory tugged at the corners of your lips.

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Soc territory. There was nothing quite like it, the clean sidewalks, silent ambiance, the beautifully decorated yards… it was heaven on earth - you were sure of it. This specific house was much closer to the city. Word had gotten around about the buzzing party being hosted tonight. Missing out on this wasn’t an option.

Your pace quickened as you strutted your way up the driveway. It was a long, grey-stoned path that was surrounded by grass so precisely cut it looked fake. The front door was wide open. Chatter and faint music were audible even at a faraway distance. Sauntering towards the foyer, you took a moment to gawk at a house so luxurious. The air was filled with soft giggles and shuffling of feet. Most were on the hunt for a date, and some were already getting it down a dim hallway, secluded from the rest of the party. There was a surprisingly good mix between socs and greasers, although you were familiar with most since this was a well-discussed event at school.

And there he was, your date. He stood off by the spiral staircase and leaned coolly against the wooden railing. His tall, broad-shouldered, yet relaxed figure was unmistakable. It was a relief knowing he’d kept to himself this entire time, not daring to interact with other girls while waiting for you to arrive. You walked towards him confidently, a pep in your step. The boy grinned cunningly as he locked eyes with you. “Thought you bailed on me for a minute, I been here ten minutes already,” he spoke lowly, extending an arm for a hug.

You graciously accepted, letting your body collide with his for a brief moment. “Sorry, I was tryin’ to keep quiet when I left. But man, have you seen this place?”

He could hardly focus much on your words, he was fixated on your lips. The way they moved delicately, the shiny glow of them, the tinted color that complimented your eyes so perfectly. To say he was infatuated with you was an understatement. “Mhmph, an’ you look incredible. I like your… your little outfit,” he complimented with a teasing smirk. He pointed up and down at your body, sizing you up lustfully.

‘Outfit.’ You knew it would draw his attention. The boy’s eyes lingered on your body. “I think I fit the dress code, look at-“ you began, maneuvering your body to show him examples of girls scattered around.

It wasn’t until you saw Dallas Winston standing by the bathroom door, just a little way down the hall. He had a watchful eye, scanning the room for some company. He had a red solo cup in one hand, the other stuffed away in his pocket. His right foot was kicked up against the wall, making a quite noticeable impression on most. It baffled you more than anything that he somehow got an invite to this party…a party full of socs.

His gaze shifted towards you, it was like he could somehow feel a pair of eyes glancing his way. He furrowed his brows, squinting as you made painfully awkward eye contact. He spotted you.

Quickly turning back around, you smiled sheepishly at your date. “You get my point…how ‘bout a snack?” You crept your hands to rest on his shoulders, leaning your chest forward.

The boy nodded, trying to comprehend why you all of a sudden seemed so panicked. He seemed unsure about reciprocating touch, it felt too risky. Your clammy hands, fast tone, and rushed conversation gave it all away. Something was up. “Yeah, sure… lead the way…?”

Your hands left his body like nothing, moving your feet as fast as possible to get away from Dallas. You couldn’t be caught sneaking out, not at a party like this, not on the other side of town, not with this mystery boy you kept as your little secret. A familiar voice called out behind you, a bitter tone detected, “Hey!”

Attempting to ignore the voice, you kept on, your date just beside you. A hand firmly spun you around, grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you, what the hell are you doin’ here?”

Fuck.

“What? I’m trying to have a good time, what’s the problem?” you tried your hardest to keep casual, responding with a hint of forced nonchalance.

Meanwhile, your date looked like a mix of both confusion and hesitation. Was Dallas somebody important? Why wouldn’t you be here? Was there seriously an issue with you and this boy speaking to one another? He crept a hand to your hip, pulling you closer to him.

Dallas sensed his confusion, shaking his head profusely. “No, no, no - I know her brothers.” He narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. There was nothing innocent about this date, your outfit, or your intentions. “I can’t believe ol’ Darry let you out like that. I mean…” Dallas scoffed, his crooked grin on full display, “You do look good…”

“Alright, alright - backtrack for me, man,” your date huffed, subconsciously shielding you away with an extended hand. “What the hell is going on?”

Standing sheepishly between the two, Dallas stared directly at the boy across from him. He didn’t like to feel intimidated, much less from a stranger. He swallowed hard, feeling his frustration rise. “I’m lookin’ out for her, I know damn well she ain’t supposed to be here.”

You chewed the corners of your gums and tried to contain your nervous laughter. “Well- don’t put it that way, I just…” Both boys fell dead silent as you struggled to come up with the words to describe how you managed to end up at such a place. “I didn’t tell my brother where I was going, I just… left. He wouldn’t mind anyway, I just didn’t feel like mentioning it to the warden.”

Dallas let out a dry laugh, completely unamused with your excuse. “Save it, man, that’s bullshit and you know it.” He stalked forward, swiping your date’s hand out of his way with confidence. “I’ll take you home, I ain’t too drunk.”

Your date was embarrassed. You seemed comfortable enough with Dallas for him to relax and not turn into a possessive jerk. He placed the swatted hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it to soothe his anxiety. “You know what, yeah… go on home, baby. I’ll call you sometime. It’s for the better I guess. I hope.”

Dallas held your bicep firmly, his eyes half-lidded with annoyance when your company spoke up. He was awfully sassy tonight, to say the least. He tugged you along with him, making a beeline for the exit.

It was silent between the two of you, even as you entered the passenger seat of his borrowed Thunderbird. You were buckled into the passenger seat, leaning the side of your head against the glass. As Dallas fumbled with the keys, he started the engine. He let out a deep sigh, not yet driving off. It seemed he had something to say, the fidgeting of his fingers along the wheel giving it away. He didn’t dare look you in the eye, he kept his gaze forward. “You know, you spoiled my game tonight…”

Bullshit, Dallas wouldn’t ever have a chance with those chicks! you thought to yourself. You shrugged, not uttering a word in reply.

“I could’ve left with one of those girls on my arm, and maybe had another one’s number in my pocket. You owe me,” he spoke lowly. He didn’t seem too angered… it was suspicious of him. Usually, those he cared for received that tough love he kept locked away.

Dallas drove past the line of parked cars outside of the house. He stayed quiet too, matching the energy you handed him. He slammed his hand against the wheel, pressing his foot to the brake pedal. It was late, the streets were empty enough for reckless driving. “I won’t snitch, I don’t think that’ll do you any good. You wise up and stay your ass at home from now on, I’m not doing this for you again. I’m being nice.”

“I won’t, thank you,” you mumbled. The delivery of your words didn’t seem too sincere or thankful. Your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fact that you had spent all this time and preparation for nothing. He dragged you out of the place before the ‘party’ really began!

Dallas took note of your tone. He continued to drive, reducing the force applied to the pedal. “I never thought I’d run into you over on this side of town,” he teased, his anger slowly melting away now that his point was made. “Darry ‘nd Soda would have a field day if I told them. Maybe I could tell them how you’re dressed-,” he laughed aloud.

“Dally, come on. You just said you wouldn’t snitch!” you protested, breaking your record of keeping quiet.

Dallas smiled smugly. “I’m not, but I got you to talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing even as a smile crept upon your cheeks. “Okay, okay- I shouldn’t have snuck out, and I was being stupid hanging out with that guy. I’m sorry.”

He momentarily took his eyes off of the road, shooting you a sarcastic glare. “Do I look like your brother or something? I don’t want an apology, I want you to make better choices. I’ve been to parties you wouldn’t survive in, I know better. You don’t.”

It was better to take his advice than to argue and have him rat you out after all. With a reluctant head nod, you caved in, “You’re right. I’ll ’wise up’.”

Now that the tension was clear, the drive back to the Curtis household was smooth. Maybe Dallas did change your mind after all, the right boy wouldn’t be there for you only when the process involved partying and sneaking out. There was uncertainty that came along with the lifestyle you experimented with. Some people couldn’t be trusted. You were rather lucky to have Dallas there, even if he soiled your fun for the night.

THANK YOU FOR READING, MY LOVES!! 💋

- Sophia 🫶🏼

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