#get yourself a friend who loves you like Leon Draisaitl loves Connor McDavid

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Knock, knock

Knock, knock (Leon Draisaitl)

Description: Your roommate/best friend’s (Connor McDavid) teammates are usually so kind to you, most of them your friends. Except Leon. You had such a dislike for him, but you knew (and so did he) that he was gorgeous. One night, he walks in on you masturbating, and won’t leave it alone.

Warnings: Smutty smutty smut/cursing

Author’s Note: Okay, so here’s my first smut!! Please let me know if you like it, dislike it, what you want me to change etc. Give me feedback! Also I’m working on my Auston Matthews story right now. Keep an eye out for that ;) 

It was about 5:00pm, and you knew you had time before your roommate came home. Your roommate was the “100 million dollar man,” AKA captain of the Edmonton Oilers, Connor McDavid. You had been friends with McD for a few years now, and he offered for you to move in with him so you could be at the apartment during the off season. You loved living with Connor, except when some of his obnoxious teammates came over. The most obnoxious of them all, though, had to be Leon Draisaitl. He always knew just how to get under your skin without even trying.

 He was SO gorgeous, though. And he knew it. Every time he complimented you, even if it was all a joke to him, you would think about it for days. He loved making you blush just to prove he had an affect on you. 5:13, okay there’s still time. You had been frustrated for a while, having broke up with your ex about 4 months ago. You just recently bought your first vibrator, and it was your new. best. friend. Sometimes you would think about Leon while getting off, though you’d never admit that to anyone. Not even Connor.

Slowly pulsing, you put the vibrator just below your clit to tease yourself. You grabbed some lube off your nightstand, and put the vibrator slowly into yourself on the lowest power. Once it’s completely inside, you turn it up to the highest speed it has, and it has you panting and biting your lip in pleasure. You think to yourself, “no man could ever pleasure me like this.” Pictures of Leon pop up in your head, you think about those beautiful eyes, that scratchy scruff on his face, his long hair that you’d love to pull. God he’s hot. You start pumping in and out, getting closer and closer to your orgasm you so desperately needed. You feel your heart racing and your muscles clenching, letting out a long moan. That’s when you hear the door open and a wide-eyed Leon staring down at you.

 “Jesus! Ever hear of knocking?!” you yelled out to him. His expression was a confusing mix of shocked, a smirk, and something else you couldn’t quite pick up. Turned on maybe? He manages a combination chuckle and cough and avoids your eyes at all costs. You swear you can see a blush creeping up on his face, too.

 “Uhh, sorry, Connor and I are going to dinner with all the guys and he wanted to know if you wanted to come. Although I think you just did,” he smirked that cocky fucking smirk you loved and hated. You unconsciously pulled the blanket further up your body in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe he saw you this way. Especially since you were thinking of him the whole time you were fucking yourself.

 “Give me 15, I’ll be ready,” you quietly say while getting up out of your bed. He just nodded, looked you up and down, and left the room without saying anything else. You really hoped he wasn’t going to tell the other guys on the team. Connor probably knows, he’s been your best friend for so long now. You throw on a casual dress and quickly put on eyeliner and mascara, not wanting to make the team wait for you. You walk out into the living room to see Leon and Connor whispering, and as soon as they saw you they stopped. Connor knew your feelings for Leon, you had such disdain for him but he was just SO attractive. And when he was being genuine, he was a really nice person. That usually only happened when he was drunk.

 You met the team at a warm, casual restaurant and immediately ran to find Milan Lucic and give him a huge hug. He was your best friend on the team besides Connor. You whispered and told him you needed to tell him something, but it could wait for later. There were about 12 of you at a huge table and of course they sat you right under the vent. You were visibly shivering but you wouldn’t let anyone know you were cold (mostly because you wore a short dress and they’d make fun of you for it). Milan, sat a ways away from you, offered to switch seats with you and you gladly oblige. It isn’t until after you switched that you realized you were right across from Leon, who gives you that smirk as soon as you look at him. You quickly look down to the menu to avoid any more eye contact.

 The evening goes on without incident, that is until conversation comes to you. You’re nervous about an interview you have next week, so you’ve been asking the guys for advice.

 Milan pipes up and says, “Hey, why get a job when your bestie is a 100 million dollar man?” and winks at Connor who rolls his eyes. Some more of the guys give you praise and advice, while Leon is biting his lip.

 “Hey, y/n, I’m really sending good vibes your way,” he laughs, satisfied with his own lame joke. He continues, “yeah, you know, you really have to do you, and find what makes you happy. Gives you a good amount of unimaginable bliss,” he stifles his laughter as he relentlessly teases you. Connor looks between the two of you and sighs.

 “Leon, what the fuck are you laughing at? Are you drunk or something?” Connor always has your back when Leon is being a dick to you.

 “Oh, nothing. I hope you get the job, y/n,” he sighs in content and looks at the ground. You have had enough so you excuse yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you reach for the door to the bathroom, you feel a hand grab your wrist. You whip around and find Leon staring down at you.

 “What the fuck do you want now?” you spit at him, not wanting to hear any of his bullshit. He’s a dude, he probably jacks off like 10 times a day. Why does he find this so amusing?

 “I want you. And I know you want me, too,” he adds with a wink. What did he mean by that? Did he know about your fantasies? Oh god, what if Connor told him every dirty thought you’ve ever had about him? And there were A LOT. He notices the confusion on your face and explains, “C’mon, y/n, I see the way you look at me. When you’re waiting for Connor in the locker room and you see me all sweaty, when I come over before games in my suit, jesus, even when I straight up saw you cumming you were attracted to me. And I bet you I’d be a hell of a lot better than that vibrator you were using,” he laughed the last part out, but you knew he was serious. You couldn’t think of anything to say but you know you needed to be just as cocky with him right back. You knew how to play this game he thinks he invented.

 “Oh yeah? Do you have 10 speeds and pulsing patterns?” you barked at him. He started laughing-cackling almost.

 He looked you up and down, came right up to your ear and whispered, “Do you want to find out, sweetheart?” in the sexiest voice you had ever heard. You felt a shiver quickly go down your spine as you bit your lip, and before you know it, he had you pinned up against the wall, kissing you mercilessly. His hands were at your waist, fingertips digging into the soft skin beneath your dress. His tongue begged to be licked by yours, trying to get a steady rhythm going. You could feel yourself getting wet, and just like that he pulled away from you. He bit his lip and smirked at you, your eyes speaking to words you didn’t have to say. “Make sure Connor stays with the guys, yeah?” he asked of you. You just quickly nodded your head as he went into the bathroom.

 When you came back, a few of the guys were leaving, giving you hugs and saying their goodbyes. Connor quickly walked over to you, “y/n, are you okay? I’m gonna stay here with a few of the guys who are drinking, make sure they don’t get into trouble,” his face was filled with worry. This is why he’s your best friend.

 “Yeah, I’m just not feeling well. Leon is going to take me home. Make sure Milan behaves for me?” you give him a small smile and he nods, hugging you and saying goodbye.

 As soon as you get into Leon’s car, he pushes his hand up your thigh and starts rubbing circles into your skin. Your head leans back as a response and he giggles at you from the driver’s seat. He blasts some obscure rap music and continues teasing you until you get back to your apartment. His fingers roam until he reaches your clit, just brushing over it leaving you wanting so much more. It feels like the longest car ride of your life. You were soaked by the time you got home.

 As soon as you’re in the door, he turns you around and pushes you up against the door. You stop his face when it’s a few inches away from yours, “You know I still kind of hate you, right?” He chuckles at your inopportune timing and just nods. He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom before sitting you down gently.

 “Take your dress off,” he instructs, his eyes going serious as they travel up and down the length of you. You want to say something witty but it seems like he’s not in the mood for jokes, only for you. You gulp and do as he says, removing your dress so that only your panties remain. He audibly gasps after seeing your bare chest for the first time. “So beautiful,” he whispers before laying your top half down on the sheets. He quickly climbed on top of you and took your nipple into his mouth gently, making you gasp loud. You can feel him smiling around you as he licks gently over your hard skin, making you moan in response. “That’s it baby, we need to make it loud, okay?” he breathed out. His lips started wandering up to your neck, biting you softly behind your ear making you shiver. He leaves sloppy kisses down your body until he gets to your panty line. He looks up for your approval and you nod furiously, making him laugh. He pulls your panties down painfully slow, making you impatient.

 “Leon, can’t you go any faster?” you mutter at him.

 “Yeah, I could, but what fun would that be?” He starts sucking on your thighs delicately, watching you wriggle around with want. He knows he has you wrapped around his finger, if only for tonight.

 He finally kisses his way up your thigh to your throbbing clit. You’ve been thinking about this moment for so long.

 Leon slowly kisses your clit with his lips, puckering so just the smallest amount of him is touching you. You’re already panting, hell you’re probably dripping wet for him right now. He finally puts the tip of his tongue onto your clit, wet and hot. He licks a stripe downwards towards your entrance, ever so slowly. Your hands entangle into that beautiful hair when suddenly he puts his entire tongue into you, making you moan louder than you expected. He continues his teasing before coming back up to your clit and licking it with the flat of his tongue, kitten licking it before sucking it into his mouth. He continues ravaging you with his mouth, his hand reaching up to caress your sides and ass. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, so you pull him up by his chin, not wanting to cum until he’s inside you.

 He stands up and kicks off his pants and boxers, letting you take his t-shirt off in the process. You take all of him in, rubbing his toned chest up to his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. He lays you on your back as you reach for his hard cock, pumping it a few times and watching his eyes roll into the back of his head. “y/n…” he moans out, “I need to be inside you. Now.” He dips down and starts attacking your neck, leaving marks all over your tender skin. You reach into your side drawer for a condom and hand it to him. He rolls it onto his cock, you almost drool at the sight of his pink tip leaking with precum.

 “Leon…” you breathe out, “I want you so bad,” it’s barely audible but he knows how much you want it. He aligns his tip to your entrance and starts pushing into you ever so slowly. You give him a nod of approval and he pushes in all the way, stretching you out in ways you’ve never experienced before and you let out a lengthy moan.

 “Oh my god, y/n, how the fuck am I supposed to last long when you feel this good?” he moans out, causing you to clench down on him in response, eliciting another moan. He starts slowly pumping in and out of you, your thighs wrapped around his waist so tight you think you might crush him. He starts moving slightly faster, his face creasing in pleasure. You quickly roll him over so you’re on top and take control. You start riding him with your knees on either side of him, swinging your hair around, chest bouncing up and down with you. It took him by surprise but his moans reassured you just how good you were.

 “Fuck,” he mumbled, rolling you back onto your back. “I’m the one who’s gonna be fucking you, okay?” as he said this, his hips smacked into as his cock went deeper inside you than you knew possible. He kept up a pace pushing in and out of you, making you cry out in pleasure. He started pumping faster while kissing your neck, lips, chest, anything he could get his mouth on. “Leon!” you screamed out, only making him push into you harder and faster than before, your headboard smacking the wall rhythmically. His cock felt so good inside you, going faster and faster when you started feeling your orgasm building.

 Your muscles started clenching as you scraped your nails down Leon’s shoulders. “Baby, I’m gonna cum!” you yelled at him.

 “Hold on, babe, hold it for me,” he breathed and sped up even more, causing your orgasm to hit you so hard you screamed out. “Leon! Oh my god!”

 You felt him tense and moan out your name so loud as he collapsed on top of you. You pushed his hair out of his eyes and just whispered out a “wow,” at the same time he did.

 “Still hate me?” he laughed as he pulled out of you.

 “Definitely. Although you were better than my vibrator after all,” you winked at him.

 You both heard a knock on the door and Connor calling out “You two are gross.”

 You both laughed and cuddled the night away.

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Leon Draisaitl - 1 For Draisaitl 0 For Galchenyuk

Team: Edmonton Oilers

Requested: Yes: Odd request here! Could you please make an imagine where you have feelings for both Leon Draisaitl and Alex Galchenyuk and you’re forced to choose between them? :)

Edited: Yes

Word count: 745

Summary: You have to choose between him and Alex Galchenyuk

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 I’m an NHL interviewer, meaning I have to jet from city to city and interview player after player.

Most of them have boring personalities or give repetitive answers, but two players have caught my eye.

When I met Leon Draisaitl, I wasn’t actually interviewing him.

I was interviewing Connor McDavid who was giving me some boring response that was putting me on the edge of sleep.

The only thing that kept me awake was Leon standing behind the camera doing silly poses and making funny faces at me.

He talked to me as soon as the interview was over and we exchanged numbers, quickly becoming the best of friends.

On the other hand, I was interviewing Alex Galchenyuk when I met him.

We were at some formal event for the Montreal Canadiens and during the whole interview it was noticeable that I was off- and the only reason that I was off was because I felt my stockings twisting and squeezing my toes the whole interview.

When the camera turned off I moved to bend down to fix it but quickly stopped after I realized how tight my dress was.

Alex asked what was wrong and I let him know.

Before anything else could happen he bent down, fixing it for me and teasing my legs with his soft fingers.

We hooked up that night.

And we’ve been hooking up ever since, but we’ve never actually put a label on our relationship.

I’m not naïve, I know he’s hooking up with other girls.

I’m not gonna lie, I hook up with other guys.

I can’t have a relationship with a guy who travels for work when I do the same thing.

“Who are you texting?” Leon asks as I lay down on his couch next to him.

Whenever I’m in Edmonton for work, Leon invites me to stay over at his apartment instead of a hotel.

Even though the hotel is paid for by the NHL, he likes me to feel at home, which admittedly is at his apartment.

I like to be near Leon.

He makes me feel safe.

“Alex,” I tell him, not moving my eyes from the screen.

Alex is texting me asking me when I’m going to be back in Montreal- I can tell he just wants to get laid, but what I don’t understand is why he doesn’t ask one of his other sidepieces.

“Galchenyuk?”

I nod.

“You know, we’re playing the Canadiens next week,” he says nonchalantly.

“I know.”

“I could um, break his face,” he coughs awkwardly as I look at him, avoiding my gaze. “If you want.”

“Why would I want that, Leon?”

“If he’s not treating you right.”

This time his eyes meet my own and I see an emotion I’m not expecting.

It’s an emotion only shared between two partners that have romantic feelings for one another.

I sit up, sighing heavily.

I drop my phone onto my lap. “Leon-“”I don’t understand why you do this,” he mumbles, shaking his head.

“Do what?”

“Make yourself a sidepiece. You’re so much more than that but you don’t seem to realize it. You don’t realize that you’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny, you have the qualities of the ideal wife not the ideal sidepiece,” he cries out.

I stare at him with wide eyes.

“Say something,” he says softly, staring back at me with pleading eyes.

“Say something,” he repeats.

When I don’t respond, he leans forward, pressing his lips onto mine before I can move.

One of his hands moves to caress my jawline and the other raises to press to the back of my head, pushing me closer to him.

My hands raise to grip his broad shoulders.

His hands slide down to my lower back as he leans me down to lay on the couch so his body is hovering over mine.

My phone starts to buzz with an incoming phone call and we both look to see Alex’s contact.

Leon grabs my phone, throwing it to the other side of the room.

“What the hell, Leon?” I ask in exasperation.

Doesn’t this boy know how expensive iPhones are?

“You don’t need to talk to him right now,” he rasps out, kissing down my neck.

“You could’ve broken my phone,” I moan out.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He moves up to kiss my lips. “If you agree to be my girlfriend.”

“I’d love to, Leon Draisaitl.”

“One for Draisaitl, zero for Galchenyuk.”

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Leon Draisaitl #2

PART 2

Apologizes for not writing/posting lately, I just couldn’t get anything good but this came up! Wether it’s good or not I posted yay, enjoy :) Requests are still open, just don’t expect them to be written within a day

Word Count: 1,954

You really didn't want to go out to some party tonight. Sure it was a Friday night and you had a long week that was well deserving in a drink, but partying just didn't seem appealing today. Add the fact the moment you got there you realized this wasn't about to be just some normal party and you were so ready to go home. 

"Would you just loosen up and have some fun?" Your friend nudge you. 

She was smiling ear to ear with the fact she could be one of the lucky girls tonight. Blondes seemed to be their type, so you've seen so far, and she was a blonde as it got. Your eyes wandered across the room where the two stood.

From the Edmonton Oilers, number 29 - Leon Draisaitl and your captain number 97, Connor McDavid. You managed to roll your eyes as Leon left the room again with another blonde on his arm. Since you arrived an hour ago you've seen him leave to the bathroom with at least four girls. It was rather disgusting, and made your opinion on two of your favourite hockey players change. 

"I need another drink," you muttered while walking away from your friends and into the kitchen. Just as you were closing the fridge your phone buzzed in your back pocket. 

Leaning against the counter you unlocked your screen and saw the notification was from your NHL app. Then Penguins were up 4-1 now against the Sabres, making a smile tug at your lips. You continued to look around on your phone for a while longer, checking on all your social media before browsing twitter for a while. Taking another sip of your drink you looked up to see someone, but not just anybody, staring at you. 

"Can I help you?" You asked Leon as his eyes widened a little and he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

"No," he answered. 

You turned your attention back to your phone, somehow managing to end up back on your NHL app. But you felt awkward knowing that a NHL player was only a foot or two away from you so you closed it and went to find another app to waste your time on. 

"Actually," you were slightly startled by his voice again. Leon Draisaitl was trying to have a conversation with you, and any other time you'd be all for it but after tonight you'd rather lay low and not talk to him. "Do you know the host for this party?" He asked, taking a step closer to you. 

"No, I don't,"

"Oh, well they're out of ice," he nodded towards the fridge that had a water and ice dispenser. Something told you he was lying, or someone managed to really screw something up there. 

"That's unfortunate," you muttered. 

"Yeah, can't say I'm a fan of slightly warm vodka mixes," 

"I would imagine no one is," you said. 

"So," Leon smiled, "what's your name, beautiful?" He was charming, you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a flood of butterflies in your stomach but you weren't about to be another one of those girls in the bathroom. 

You sighed and shoved your phone back into your pocket before switching your drink to the opposite hand, "look," you began, "you're wasting your time if you're looking for another girl to add to whatever number you've got tonight,"

"I was just asking for your name," he said with narrowed eyes. The boy was offended and it only amused you. 

"Which will lead to some harmless flirting, which would lead to you getting closer and asking what my bra size is as if that hasn't been used to try and get me into bed before, then you'd try to get said bra size off me and I'm just not going to be another girl to add to your numbers,"

"Interesting theory you've got," he hummed while bringing his drink to his lips. "So what is your bra size?" He questioned with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes and stood up straight from where you were leaning. 

"34D, but it isn't ending up on your floor," you said with a smile before turning away and walking out of the kitchen. 

"Hey," Leon called out after you. 

Turning around you looked at him and raised your eyebrows, "what?" You asked. 

"I honestly just wanted to have a real conversation for once tonight, it's just.. I don't know, refreshing, to not have you dragging me into the bathroom," he exclaimed. 

You snorted, "it hasn't looked like anyone was dragging you out of the room, Leon," you noted. 

He shook his head but you noticed the smile tugging at his lips before he took a sip of his drink. After a moment he pointed to the slightly ajar sliding glass door that lead to the backyard, where anyone who was having a smoke break was located throughout the night. 

"I'd like it if you joined me," he said. 

"I don't smoke," you replied with you face twisted up at the thought.

"I meant to just socialize," 

"Right," you nodded. "Fine," You didn't need to sleep with one of your favourite hockey players but it wouldn't hurt to have a conversation with the guy. 

He lead the way to the set of table and chairs that were empty in the corner of the deck, he took a seat as you set down your drink and took the seat across from him. The night was clear, and not too cold, showing early signs of winter ending in Edmonton was rare but you were totally fine with it. But you knew there was a good chance of more snow dumping on the city next week even.

"So, how's your night going?" Leon asked into the silence that had fallen over you two. 

"Not too bad, got off work and got dragged here by some friends," you shrugged, "what about you?"

"It's alright, this party was Connor's idea, but I can say I'd much rather be at home right now," 

"Been a long week for you guys though, sure a drink must be nice, sort of celebration," you knew that none hockey talk wouldn't last. 

"Yeah, I guess, next week we're gone all week so I'd like to spend more time hiding in my place till we have to leave," 

"I usually hide myself away before big trips too, last year I went to Hawaii and I didn't leave my house for a week beforehand," 

"I wish, to both be going to Hawaii and to hide for a week,"

"Imagine if there was a team in Hawaii, a little vacation included for the roadie," you smiled at the thought. 

Leon did as well, then all of a sudden you weren't alone anymore. A tall blonde walked up, heels clicking against the wood as she smiled down at Leon and ignored me completely. 

"Hey Leon," she all but sang out his name, he smiled back at her though. 

"Hi," he said. 

"I was wondering if you'd like to spend some time together," she winked. Oh how settle puck bunnies were. You knew this was bound to happen, so you were preparing yourself to leave till Leon spoke up from across you. 

"Actually I'm busy," he stated. 

You looked up in slight disbelief to see both the girl and Leon looking at you. She looked upset, maybe a little disgusted too, while Leon was smiling. Shrugging you leaned back in your seat and watched as she turned on her heels. Once she was back inside and talking to her friends while pointing back at us and they all stared, you laughed. 

"How did I end up in this situation?" You muttered to yourself. Leon didn't say anything, instead taking another sip of his drink and settling back into his seat comfortably. 

"So, how do you usually spend your Friday nights if you're not being dragged to parties like this?" He questioned. 

"Watch some tv, sleep," you shrugged. 

"What kinda tv?" 

You shrugged again, "honestly?" Your shoulders were still raised up as you seemed hesitant to share your love for hockey with Leon Draisaitl. 

"Yeah," he chuckled. 

"Sports, mostly hockey," 

He nodded and chuckled again, "me too," he said. 

You chuckled and then took a sip of your drink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Connor McDavid and some blonde walk into the kitchen. They stood in front of the large window and were much closer then you would guess his girlfriend would like. Then they were making out. You turned back and shook your head. 

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" You asked Leon. 

"Yeah,"

"Which isn't her, right?" 

"Right," he nodded. 

"Right," you repeated and stared out across the yard. 

Yet another reason you'd never get even a little bit involved with a NHL player, especially a rookie. Commitment isn't there while you aren't. Captain Connor just helped proving the theory that you'd only heard of. Poor whoever he was dating, or maybe she knew and just liked dating him to be known as 'the girl dating Connor McDavid' which was also horrible in your opinion. 

"So, you've played hockey your whole life?" You asked Leon, filling the awkward silence. 

He nodded, "yeah, pretty much, my dad coached so it was hard to not play,"

"Obviously he did something right, making it to the NHL is the biggest of deals," 

"Yeah, I made him proud," he said with a small smile. You couldn't help but mirror the smile as well, he just sounded so sweet talking even a little bit about his family. 

You shouldn't have been surprised when another leggy blonde approached Leon again. This was one more direct and determined. Which made you feel awkward so you brought out your phone and saw the pens game was over, they won and you smiled at the fact they were now 3rd in the league. 

You heard the girl huff before nearly stomping away from Leon. Glancing up from your phone you saw Leon all but finish his drink and then rub his forehead. You set your phone down and cleared your throat. 

"Must get real tiring," you taunted him as he looked up at you again, "all these hot girls wanting to hook up, can't imagine handling that all," the sarcasm was dripping from each word and as you spoke you noticed Leon didn't like it - a scowl in full force before he spoke. 

"It's difficult sometimes," he said. 

"I bet," you muttered and rolled your eyes. He grumbled and then leaned back in his seat, arms crossed at his chest and a look of the vodka hitting him. "Look, Leon," you let out a deep breath and grabbed your phone from the table. "This has been fun, but I'm not like those other girls, we're not going home together as much as we talk about our hobbies or whatever. So I'm going to go home now," 

"Can I at least grab your number?" He questioned, scowl still on his face. The immediate thought was that you weren't about to be another name and number in his littler black contact list. So without another thought you stood up and shook your head. 

"If it's meant to be, fate will throw us together again," you stated with a small smile. "Goodnight,"

Leon stayed where he was, arms still crossed and face still scrunched up, but his eyes stayed on you. Watching you as you walked across the deck and back into the house, you looked over your shoulder to still see him staring your way. In the back of your head, you were really hoping fate threw you straight into him someday.