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#the harder i swim the faster i fucking sink#i actually tried my best to like. do something today. went to my sport practice that ive been skipping for weeks#and it sucked and i didnt like it and the girls there all ignored me (obviously because im never fucking there)#and i had to train with this tiny fucking annoying kid who kept walking away and leaving me alone#so i couldnt fucking do anything#and now im home and my entire body hurts and my mum told me to go away and im just. fuck !!#i KNOW its late and im just tired but dude im tired of my entire fucking life#i tried to pick out nice clothes today to help me feel better (bc i had been scrolling pinterest and was feeling so inspired)#but that just made me miserable <3 because im not a fucking pinterest girl and my closet is just random shit#not some fucking. aesthetic . and i never own the clothes that i wanna wear at that moment but i also can never find things i love in stores#and i cant believe im complaining about something as mundane as this i just. feel like shit rn#tried to do some painting and it didnt work bc i had zero inspiration and everything i made looked ugly as hell! so that was fun#i fucking. need to change something up. cut my hair weed out my closet change my room. because i am feeling sooo stuck in this life#first tho. i will go to bed#because of course i have fucking work tomorrow. i cant WAIT until april when i can finally stop at this fucking job#(well i say can. they fired me <3 but who cares i wanted to quit anyway)#this has been. a long rant. oops#i just hate that so often when i try to make a positive change it just . fucking sucks#but what can i do about it. not much!#goodnight anyone who read all this i'm sorry#sas.txt
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Guilty
Y/N and Suguru were damn near polar opposites of each other. Y/N, a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and gave and gave until she couldn't anymore. Suguru, a cocky dickhead who was spoon-fed opportunities and was given everything he ever wanted. how could the two ever make anything work?
Warnings - 18+ MDNI!! enemies to lovers! hockey player!geto, ice skater!reader, tatted!geto, pierced!geto, he gets bitched, getos a whiny little boy, smut, rough sex, sappy sex, daddy kink, breeding kink towards the end, some spit, sex in a public place, at some point Satoru walks in, Y/N kinda cries a lot (self-projection is real). i think theres more? lmk if i missed anything! w.c - 18.5k, not proof read. Song - Guilty By: TAEMIN
PSA - please do not compare this to Icebreaker. ik because of ice skating and the release of this book itâs the first thing you think of but, number one, that book sucks. number two, the book is supposed to have elements and revolve around muslim culture, the author obviously did not do enough research on what it is to be muslim and i hate it. number three, i actually spent time researching and even had someone help me make sure this was the best i can possibly make it, iâd like if my work was appreciated for being my work instead of it being appreciated because it reminds you of smt else. thank you!
all in all, DO NOT COMPARE THIS TO ICEBREAKER.
very special shout out to @r0ses4ndlilies for helping me use the proper ice skating terms!!!
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to say Suguru Geto was meant to be something - someone - important was as if to say the sun was meant to shine. obvious.Â
from a young age Suguru knew he was special, gifted in academics and sports, the only person to rival him - his own best friend, Satoru. the boys were their hometowns' prized possessions. their families bragged about them, boys wanted to be them, girls fawned after them. being in their presence meant there was never a dry day but as they grew older, they grew more focused. straying away from others to pursue their dream careers. the dream was finally reached in their college years, being accepted into the prestigious university, Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College. as soon as they graduated high school they were offered full rides to the school, as long as they played on the hockey team.
they took the offer without hesitation, going to one of the highest ranked schools and getting to play the sport of their dreams? easy yes. that was almost four years ago, the boys are in their last year of college, still playing for the hockey team, almost ready to graduate. the team was the best it had been in years, only three losses since Suguru and Satoru joined the team. not only were they the best on the team but the most popular in their frat as well - Sigma Beta Chi, courtesy of Satoru dragging Sugura to join along with him.Â
then there was you.
to say you had busted your ass to get where you were today would be an understatement. you poured your blood sweat and tears to get to the spot youâre in, captain of the TMTC ice skating team. as a child youâd always dreamed of becoming a figure skater. a video you had seen sparked your interest and since then youâd never let it go. it was hard, growing up your grandfather had tried his best to support you, going out of his way to pay for your skating lessons and even putting you into an after school program. he never told you of his financial struggles, he didnât want you to give up on your dream but when you found out, you vowed to pay him back any way you could. you made sure your grades in school couldnât be challenged, you took on many temp jobs, making money any way you could, while balancing the energy-draining skate practices you went to at night.
in your third year both upper and lower-classmen voted you as captain for the school's team and you were over the moon. you immediately called your grandfather to tell him the great news and he was just as happy as you, forever and always your number one supporter. since you became captain youâve pushed yourself to and over your limit, challenging yourself in any way possible to make sure you were always at your best. many late nights were spent at the rink until your legs hurt so much you werenât sure youâd be able to walk back to your dorm. you made sure the team was as best as they possibly could be, some members thought you were a bit harsh but never challenged you. after all, you had won them gold three times in a row for the first time in years.Â
the only conflict you had ever had in your four years of being a student at TMTC was with the hockey team. ironic seeing as your sports were the most similar of any other sport on campus but the rumor of all hockey players seemed true, they were dicks. especially the co-captains Suguru and Satoru. they didnât seem to take your sport seriously, always taunting you whenever theyâd see you. snide comments about your figure when theyâd see you at practice or remarks about the uniforms you and the team wore. you wouldnât go as far as to say you hate them (thatâs just not you) but you werenât particularly fond of them. they constantly got on your nerves, their deep boisterous laughs making your eye twitch whenever you heard them.
they ground your gears so much you just tried your best to avoid them. it wasnât that hard seeing as you all lived on opposite sides of campus and in the two classes you had with Suguru, you sat closest to the wall while he sat dead center with his loud friends. Suguru was smart, extraordinarily so, which is exactly why you didnât understand why he was such an asshole. you truly believed you two could be great friends but he was so rude it turned you away almost immediately. you never understood why he was so mean to you. the first time you had met you were all smiles and kind waves, you went to introduce yourself to him and he shot you down.
the coaches of both teams had called a meeting for all new team members. it was a run down of the rules and regulations, anti-harassment, anti-bullying, non-discrimination. so much that has done for you. after the meeting was over the coaches gave you the choices of either leaving or the opportunity to mingle. you took the chance to mingle, forever a social butterfly, going up to many different people. some of the girls from your team were a little hostile but open to talking, the hockey boys well⌠if they didnât try to hit on you they mostly seemed uninterested in the conversation. making your rounds you finally ended up in front of Suguru and Satoru. Satoru had looked you up and down before walking away, hadnât even given you the time. holding your hand out for Suguru to shake, you smiled at him.Â
âhi, iâm Y/N.â he stared at you before mumbling under his breath. you thought he was going to say something to you but Satoru had called after him, saying something about pizza. Suguru placed the cup he was drinking out of in your hand and walked over to his best friend. âo-ohâŚâ he looked back at you, your face stuck with your mouth open and eyes wide, shocked. a couple of times after you tried to approach him, trying your best to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe heâs not so mean. time and time again he proved you wrong. you would bring in gifts for the team, snacks for practice, water, anything theyâd need. everyone was always so grateful, Satoru had even said thank you maybe a handful of times. Suguru had never even muttered anything.Â
you kept trying, ever the people pleaser, finding different ways to appease him, if you noticed he seemed to enjoy something more than another you would bring it in more. you would try to catch up to him after practice, spark up a conversation, he never seemed to care enough. you couldnât understand why you were so obsessed with making him like you. maybe it was because growing up you always made sure everyone liked you, never leaving the house with a hair out place, always bending over backwards to make sure everyone was at least content with you. maybe it was because you couldnât function if you felt like there was any sort of scrutiny upon your character. maybe you were so obsessed with making him like you because you had a little crush- no, no way. you kept up, trying so hard to get on his good side. it took up until one night, one night and the fixation fell. you were walking out after a long day of practice, he was in front of you, looking down on his phone.Â
âhey!â you yelled after him, starting in a little jog to catch up to him. he stopped for a second as you stepped next to him. âhi.â you were panting a little bit, breaths coming out in clouds due to the cold air. the snow that was falling landed in your eyelashes, you were smiling at him, so bright and wide, you looked so cute. cuter than anyone Suguru has seen before. âum, i saw a spin you did back there when you were practicing. i was wondering if maybe you could show it to me. iâve seen some other skaters on your team do it before too, itâs really cool and i was hoping i could take it back to my team and show them.â you looked up at him, hopeful.
âyeah, no.â
âoh. please? iâd really appreciate it.â you flashed him with that bright smile of yours. he was tempted to say yes, so tempted. if he did teach you maybe he could make you smile more. smile at him.Â
âi said no.â you pouted, he was walking away before he turned back around to face you. your face lit back up, eyes sparkling, maybe he changed his mind? âand leave me alone, i notice the weird shit you do to get my attention. itâs annoying, stop.â your face dropped. he turned his back towards you again. after that day you did exactly what he said, left him alone. from that day on youâd begun avoiding him.
youâd done a great job at it too, for years you stayed out his way⌠until today.
it was another late night at the rink. wednesdays the rinks were always empty for mandatory deep cleaning, the captains would usually ask the manager of the building if they could borrow it on these nights to practice by themselves. there was a deal that the captains of the separate teams could have the rink every-other wednesday, tonight was your night. you were on your way into the rink, texting your friend Bri, she was telling you about how Satoru was staring at her from across the lecture hall. she was obsessed, it was odd seeing as you told her how much he got on your nerves and how he teased you in public. she didnât seem to care too much.Â
as you were heading to the locker room you heard clinking coming from the ice, you had assumed it was the cleaning crew, theyâd usually be finishing up right about now. lacing up your skates you finally put your phone down, over Briâs delusions, you were too afraid to cut her off as a friend, scared of the potential consequences. walking to the rink, your guards scuffing against the floor as you dragged your feet, already feeling the pain in your legs. you were just about to sit down and take your guards off before you saw him. the infamous number two on his jersey moving against his body as he moved the hockey puck around with his customized stick.
âhey!â you yelled out through the windows separating the bleachers and the rink. âwhat are you doing?â he stopped just as he was about to hit the puck into the makeshift goal he mapped out in the corner. turning around to look at you with low eyes.
âwhat does it look like iâm doing?â he answered back, snarkily.
âit looks like youâre taking up my time.â you were annoyed, he knows this is your time, youâd even specified yesterday. talking just loudly enough for the hockey team to hear from across the rink, you knew they were listening in, they always do.Â
âyour time?â he scoffed.
âyeah, my time.â you rolled your eyes. âlisten, i donât know how long youâve been here but itâs long enough. i really donât want to be mean or make this bigger than it is but i really need to practice. iâd really appreciate it if you left.â you gave him the kindest smile you could then sat down to take the guards off your skates.
âalright, princess, i was here first. that means i get the rink.â his arms were out at his side, gesturing to the rink. you shot back up quickly.
âno!â you exclaimed. âthis is my night. you being here first doesnât mean anything. and i told you to stop calling me that.â princess. the stupid nickname he had given you two years ago. you were leaving the rink after a meeting between the two teams, him and Satoru trailing behind laughing and giggling to each other. heâd tried calling after you, yelling your name a couple of times, you had ignored him, not wanting to deal with their antics. he yelled after you once more before the godforsaken nick-name fell from his lips. you stopped immediately, turning on your heels before telling him to not call you that. after that he made it a point to call you it whenever he could.
âfirst come first serve, princess.â your eye twitched.Â
âGeto-â
âwhatâs up with the formalities? canât call me by my name?â he raised an eyebrow at you.
âcan you just leave?âÂ
âi already told you-â
âi know what you told me and iâm telling you, itâs my night here and iâd like to practice now.â your tone was stern.
âno.â he stated simply. you guffawed.
âno?â
âno.â you took a deep breath before turning away.
âyâknow what, nevermind.â beginning to walk away you heard the sound of his skates against the ice.
âyou giving up that easily princess!?â he yelled after you. you turned back around to find him at the door of the rink, coming towards you.
âcan you just not? iâm not in the mood for this today.â turning back around and trudging to the locker room. he caught up to you quickly - the advantage of having long legs - grabbing your arm. you pulled away immediately, walking away faster. at that he put out his stick, knocking it against the blade of your right skate, harder than he intended. you hit the ground before you could try to catch yourself. your knees took the brunt of the fall as well as your palms. turning over to sit down you felt a sharp pain in your ankle. as you lifted to assess it you heard a snap, yout foot fell ungracefully. looking down, a piece of the blade of your skate lay next to your shoe.
âshit.â Suguru muttered under his breath. âi- iâm sorry.â you wouldnât look up at him, staring at your broken skate. he heard your shuddering breath before he saw a tear fall and soak into your stockings. âum- here, let me-â
âasshole.â he reached to help you up but you pulled away. unlacing your other skate and ripping it off, you shot up, grabbing your skates along with the broken blade, stumbling before quickly limping away. âyouâre such a fucking asshole.â sniffling and wiping your face, you headed to the locker room. he followed after. âjust go away.â
âstop being such a bitch and let me help you.â you stopped and whipped around to face him.
âiâm being bitch?â you questioned exasperatedly. âyou broke my fucking skate and iâm being a bitch?!â he had never heard you speak so crudely. youâve called him an asshole on multiple occasions, him and Satoru but heâd never heard you say fuck. itâs like you refused. âlook at what you did! youâve been torturing me since junior year and iâm the fucking bitch! do you know how much these cost?! how much new ones will cost?!â you were damn near hyperventilating, pacing back and forth.Â
âiâll get you a new pair.â you scoffed and put your hands on your hips, facing the wall, the shoes in each one of your hands.
âyou'll get me a new pair. youâll get me a new pair?! do you even know where these came from?!â you were in distress, overwhelmed, Suguru seemed to have that effect on you. âyou canât just get me a new pair, Geto. i canât believe you.â your voice broke. âi- i always knew you were a dick but i really didnât youâd go so far to break my skates.â
âitâs really not that big of a deal.â he rolled his eyes.
ânot a big deal?â you finally turned to face him, the look on your face did something to him, it actually made him feel⌠bad. âthey were from my grandfather, he made them for me in junior year and the guy who made them closed shop the next year. you canât get another pair.â shit. shit. he fucked up, bad. he was in too deep now, if he owned up to it now then that would means heâs wrong and Suguru Geto he never been wrong. well, not if you ever asked him.
âthis wouldnât have happened if you had just left.âÂ
âitâs my night Geto, you knew that!â
âyeah well i needed the practice.â
âwhat the fuck did you think i needed?â
âcome on, we both know which one of us is more important here.â you were pissing him off, he was deflecting.
âyou canât be serious.â
âi am. nobody takes you fucking serious, nobody cares about watching you parade around on the rink in your small little fucking skirts.â you looked up to the ceiling and nodded your head.
âright.â you turned away from him. âyouâre right.â you walked away, he heard you go into the locker room and he went back to the ice. eventually he heard the front doors open and close.
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for the next three weeks he had not seen you come into your wednesday practices. he purposely came to the ones he knew you would be at but you had never showed up. he would wait until closing time, staying until the custodial staff would kick him out, you never appeared. he noticed you were in and out of your classes as well. you had the same classes together everyday, civics and economics, some days you would be there but have your head down and constantly checked your phone. other days you werenât there at all. he had asked your professors if he could have your papers, to make sure you were getting them but each of them had replied that you didnât need them, you were all caught up.
you didnât come to your teams practices either, luckily you had always taught them the drills you came up with way beforehand. if Suguru had ever cared to look deeper into who you are (which heâd never admit that he did) he would maybe, possibly, just maybe own up to the fact that he might admire the way you carried yourself. youâre a great captain, an amazing skater, and an even better student. youâre just up there with him and Satoru. heâll never tell you that though. he oftentimes wondered what you thought about him. did you think he was smart? a good skater? do you think heâs attractive? he wants to know if you think of him the way he thinks of you. heâll never ask.Â
eventually you came back. two more weeks of not being there, then, he saw you again. you were in class, back at practice, running drills and laughing with your friends. but he noticed something different, you were more reserved, if you werenât with your friends you werenât with anyone at all. your smile didnât reach your eyes like it usually did. after practice you left immediately, not waiting for everyone to leave like you usually did. you were out of the door before anybody could say bye. you werenât you. Suguru looked after you, even if you werenât aware, he did. he made sure when him and Satoru picked on you they never went too far. when he heard other guys on the team talk about you, he shut it down almost immediately. Suguru cared, heâd never outright show it or tell you but he did.Â
even now that youâre back you still werenât coming to your wednesday practices. at some point he stopped going for âpracticeâ and would wait for you to walk through the doors. you never did. he got around to asking one of your teammates, Yari, where you had been. she told him you found a new rink, a better one. apparently you knew the manager well and he would give you the space for two nights a week. she had said you lucked out, the rink was spacious and had more to offer. Suguru thanked Yari by finger-fucking her in the back office. she walked out dazed with a blissed out smile on her face while he sat⌠disgusted. he didnât even like her. he didnât like a lot of the girls he slept with, he just did. building up a reputation of one of the best fucks on campus, besides Satoru of course.Â
heâs always wanted one girl. heâs always wanted you but youâve never paid him any mind. around campus heâs heard about you, the boyfriend you had in junior year, how much he hurt you and how you swore off relationships after. choosing to focus on school like you had promised yourself you would once entering the university. Suguru had a girlfriend, plenty of them. they never lasted, he couldnât stay tied down to one girl. eyes always wandering. he broke up with them before it got too serious. he liked them enough to get with them just⌠not enough to stay.Â
walking into class you were heading to, looking at your phone checking your grandfather's location to make sure he was home like you told him to be. stopping in your tracks when you came across big black combat boots. looking up he had an all black outfit to match, like usual. his hair was down in a low bun, some strands framing his face. rolling your eyes and breathing out a sigh as you looked at him.
 âwhat do you want?â sitting up in his - your - seat he sat down his pencil on the desk.Â
âyou werenât here.â he shrugged.Â
âso you took my seat?â he could see the annoyance bleeding onto your face.Â
âitâs not like you were here to stop me.â you just looked at him like he was stupid.Â
âfine.â moving away and three rows behind him, you plopped down into a random desk. he grabbed all his stuff and took up the desk next to you. you looked at him before looking away and to the window. your leg started bouncing up and down. âyou just donât give up do you?âÂ
âgive up what?âÂ
âwhat do you want, Geto?â you turned towards him. âwhat do you want? you want me to cry again? you want me to grovel?âÂ
âno. i just-â
âthen what?â
âi was gonna say sorry but never-fucking-mind.âÂ
âyou were gonna say sorry?â you laughed in his face. âthatâs a good joke, Geto.â for some reason that got on his nerves.Â
âwhat? i canât apologize?â
âitâs not that you canât. you donât.â youâre right. âi donât care anyway. so even if you do, it doesnât matter.â he didnât know what to say so for the rest of class he sat in silence. when the bell rang you packed your things up and left quickly. it was the last class of the day and he watched the direction you went in, he knew where you were headed so he followed. when you walked into the rink it was completely empty. you stopped in your tracks.Â
âall practices were canceled today.âÂ
âyouâre telling me now?â
âyou didnât get the email?â
âobviously not, Geto.â turning to leave you push past him but he grabs your arm. looking up into those brown eyes of his you try to pull away but he grips harder. âcan you let go now?âÂ
âwhy do you act like that?â you look at him confused.Â
âact like what.âÂ
âlike you hate me.âÂ
âmaybe cause i do.â you rip away from him, heading to the doors. he quickly catches up and blocks you from leaving. you let out a huff and try to push past him. âmove.â
âyou donât hate me.â
âwhy wouldnât i?â you look up at him. âhm? you make fun of my uniforms. you always say my drills suck. you and Satoru make fun of my team and my sport. you comment on the way i skate. hell, you broke my skates. skates i canât get back. so why wouldnât i?âÂ
âhate isnât in your vocabulary.â he states, simply. heâs right, itâs not but would you let him know that?Â
âyeah? how would you know?â he stared at you, questioning whether you did hate him or not. you were right, how would he know? pulling away from him you turn towards the locker rooms, if practice was canceled here today you would go somewhere else. he watched you for a second, contemplating leaving before he followed after you quickly. grabbing your things from your locker you watched him walk into the womenâs locker room. âyouâre not supposed to be in here-â he rushed over to you and before you could finish your sentence, his lips covered yours. his kiss was rough, lips moving over yours hurriedly, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. your arms stayed at your side and your eyes were wide. you pushed him away, making space between your bodies. âwhat is wrong with you?â you were panting, chest rising and falling quickly.Â
he moved in again, lips back on yours, this time you didnât pull away. your bag fell off your shoulders and your new skates fell to the ground. your lips met his harshly, your fingers tangling in his hair. you pulled him down towards you, hunching him over. his hands slid around your waist to grip onto your shirt. he pushed you back into the lockers, the metal clanging as your body met them, he quickly spun you around, your torso pressing into the metal. he sucked on your ear and trailed wet kisses down your neck, the metal ball of his tongue piercing trailing down your skin. he panted into your skin as he ground his hardening cock on your ass.Â
âif youâre gonna fuck me Geto, get it over with.â you breathed. his hand wrapped around your neck, arching your back and resting your head against his shoulder.Â
âis that how you should talk to me? iâll leave you right here.â
âyour loss.â you shrugged, pushing him away to grab your things. before you could stray too far he pushed you back against the lockers. he made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down just below his dick then, he pulled down your sweatpants, they pooled around your ankles. he ground his cock into your backside and groaned into your neck. his precum dripped on your back as he humped your ass. âhurry up.â you grumbled. sliding his tip through your folds, he pressed into your hole, sliding in only the tip before slipping back out. he did this over and over again until you were huffing in annoyance.Â
behind you, his face was beet red. he was panting, teasing you and himself in hopes of dragging this out for as long as he possibly could. finally over it, you stamped your foot down, ready to completely push him off of you. he didnât give you the chance, stuffing his cock all the way into you at once, shuffling forward to press his entire body into yours. you yelped out as his entire length throbbed in you, shaping your ways to accommodate for every ridge and vein. heâs the biggest youâve ever taken, so thick youâre sure your walls are stretched to the fullest and so long you could feel him in your throat.Â
âoh, fuck.â he moaned behind you. his heart was pounding in over-exertion. he was focusing so hard on trying not to cum so soon. he gave you time to adjust and time for himself to calm down before he busted before he even started. he groaned into your neck as you clenched around him, trying to get used to his girth.Â
âfuck, move.â
âyou sure?âÂ
âplease, come on, just move Geto.â he nodded his head. giving one exploratory thrust, trying to gauge how you feel, how he'd feel. he moaned as his cock moved in and out of you. he could already feel the coil winding up within his lower stomach, he wasnât gonna last. he thrust again, a whimper escaping his lips. your eyebrows raised at the noise. he whimpered. he started to develop a rhythm, hips moving languidly against yours. his hands moved up your body, gripping your boobs through your shirt, youâre not wearing a bra. he pinched your nipples through your shirt and a noise escaped your lips. the prettiest moan fell from your lips.Â
he angled his hips differently and he hit that certain spot in you just right. a louder moan exited your mouth and he whimpered at it. your moans are so pretty, so pretty they made his dick throb. little âah, ah, ahâsâ left your lips at each thrust, everything about him took over your entire being. all you could feel was his hands on your body, all you could smell was his cedarwood and vanilla cologne. you were drowning in him, every sense revolved around him. Suguru couldnât feel anything else besides your tight walls gripping him. you were so tight around him his eyes rolled back. heâd never been so vocal before, let alone whined to a girl he was fucking.Â
you brought something in him, something he didnât know existed. a need. a need for him to express how good youâre making him feel. âfaster.â he shook his head against your shoulder. âcome on, Geto, faster.âÂ
âi canât, fuck,â he whined. âiâll cum, iâll fucking cum and itâll all be over.âÂ
âalready?â you moaned out a scoff. âiâm not even close, Geto.â he thrust into you faster. his length continuously brushing over you g-spot. one hand that was gripping your boob moved down to rub circles over your clit. his fingers were nimble and quick but messy. the circles are uncoordinated but good enough to make your thighs shake. you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs and getting on his, his hand is soaked now.Â
âstop calling me that.â he whined. âsay my name.â
âthat is your name-â
âno. my name please.â he sounded so pretty whining for you.Â
âSuguru.â he moaned. âiâm gonna cum, Suguru.â you were the one whining now.Â
âplease.â he rubbed your clit faster, hurriedly thrusting into you. you met him thrust for thrust, moving with him. âfuck, just like that, princess.â the claps of skin on skin could be heard throughout the locker room. you pray to whatever God out there that no one is here. âiâm gonna cum, i need you to first.â he licked a stripe up your neck, leading to your ear before he bit at your lobe. his nose pressed into your ear and he panted into your skin, harsh breaths against you. all the stimulation was getting to you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, his other hand grabbing your boob, his mouth breathing heavily against you and biting at you. the final straw was when he moved his hand from your chest to your neck, squeezing slightly, just enough to make your breathing labored and make you dizzy. your head fell to his shoulder and you dear damn screamed out as you came. Â
your thighs shook violently as you creamed around Suguru. the essence of your orgasm dripping down his cock. his mouth dropped open as he felt you clench and unclench around him. he moaned out as he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him. âpull out.â you whimpered. âSuguru, pull out.â he didnât want to, God, he didnât want to. finally building up enough strength, he pulled out. his hand wrapped around his tip, jerking his cock quickly, your wetness helping his hand glide smoothly up and down his skin. the first spurt of his cum landed on your back, the warm fluid dripped down your back. the rest came and he moaned with each one. his chest heaved as he came, possibly the hardest he has since his first time, maybe better than that. there was so much of it too, long thick strings painted on your back. he removed his grip from his dick and ran his thumb through the small puddle on your back, smearing it across your skin.
âthat wasâŚâ he huffed out a breath, smiling up at the roof.
âyeah, letâs not talk about it.â you were quick to pull up your pants.Â
âwhat?â Suguru followed after, pulling up his pants, buttoning them, and buckling his belt. âi thought- i thought it was good. you thought it was good right?â you gathered all your things and headed to the door.Â
âit was fine.â
âjust fine?â you were rushing to the front door. âcome on, it was more than just fine. Y/N, look at me.â you kept going, not sparing him a glance. âcome on.â he reached out for you, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to him. âlook at me.â
âfor what?!â you yelled at him. âfor what? it happened. you can go brag about it.âÂ
âyou think iâm gonna brag about it?â
âthatâs what you do, Geto. you fuck some girl and go tell the team about it or some boy in your frat. next thing you know the whole school knows about it and that girls just some whore. iâve gone this fucking long without being caught up in this shit and you corner me once now iâm one of them.â tears built up in your eyes. âat least give me the courtesy of not saying my name.â you walked away from him, leaving him to stand alone, stunned.
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Geto didnât tell anyone. itâs been two weeks and he hasnât muttered a single word about what happened in the rink. he didnât even tell Satoru, the only person in the world he tells everything. ever since it happened you wouldnât even look at him. if he caught your eyes you would immediately cast yours down. you went back to avoiding him and he hated it, he fucked up. he still canât explain what came over him that night, he doesnât know why it happened but he canât take it back now. he thought it would open the door for something, some way in for him. it didnât.Â
one of your friends, ReĂ, had noticed something was up with you. you were quieter, there was this awkward air to you. she approached you one day when you were leaving class.Â
âhey, whatâs up with you?â you were heading to the quad, it was lunch time and you had some extra work youâd like to get done, you figured fresh air would be good for you.Â
ânothings up with me.â you chuckled awkwardly. you took a seat on a bench under a shady tree. the sky was a little muted today, the fall season in full effect, it wasnât a bright day like it usually would be. the sky not a bright blue and the sun not shining as much as it would. it seemed as though the earth was reflecting your mood.Â
âcome on, Y/N/N, be honest with me.â she laughed. âwhatâs up?â you huffed a bit as you looked over your campus. a gust of wind blew past you, blowing your hair over your shoulder.Â
âi fucked up.â you whispered.Â
âyou? you never fuck up.â ReĂ tried to joke.Â
âi did, i do. i- i donât know.â you began to pick at your nails.Â
âwhat happened?â you sighed before turning to look her in her eyes.Â
âthereâs this guy.âÂ
âa guy?â
âyeah.â
âso⌠what about this guy? do you like him? is that it, you like a guy?â
âno. i donât like this guy, thatâs the problem.â
âwell Y/N/N, i donât think itâs that much of a problem. you donât like him, it canât be that serious. right?â
âwe fucked.â
âoh!â
âwe fucked and i donât know what to do.â you sobbed, tears running down your face. ReĂ moved closer and pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you and petting your hair. she shushed you as you cried into her neck. âi donât do that type of thing and- and ever since J i havenât done anything and then this one guy comes out of nowhere and just fucks it all up!âÂ
âitâs ok, we all have flings in college, itâs cool.â
âno! itâs not just a fling, ReĂ, i hate this guy.â your sentences came out in broken sobs. âthat was never supposed to happen and now when everyone finds out theyâre gonna think iâm some slut for letting it happen.â you pulled back to look at her, your lower lip trembling as you spoke.Â
âwhy would anybody think that?â she tucked pieces of your hair behind your ear and wiped your tears.Â
âcause thatâs what everybody thinks.â you looked down and played with your hands. âeveryone here thinks all the girls here who have sex are nasty.â you looked back up to her. âi donât wanna be nasty.â you pouted.Â
âaww, baby, no oneâs gonna think youâre nasty.â
âyes they will.â you nodded at her. âyou shouldâve heard what they said when me and J broke up. he told them what we did. he told them i let him take my virginity and everyone called me really mean names.â you swallowed harshly. âit took months for everyone to forget about that, until the next thing happened everyone was so mean. i didnât even do anything! i thought i was just being a good girlfriend.âÂ
âwhat do you mean?â she gave you a puzzled look.
âJ wanted to have sex.â you looked into her eyes. âi told him i wasnât ready but he told me everyone else was doing it. he said that we should too and iâd be the best girlfriend. i didnât even know what i was supposed to do.â
âY/N/N he didnât⌠did he?â
âno. i told him it was ok but i regretted it after. he got mad i didnât wanna do anything anymore so he broke up with me.â another tear trailed down your face. âhe told almost everyone. all the girls laughed at me and all they guys called me a prude. said i wasnât even worth it.âÂ
âhe was a dick, Y/N/N. he wasnât worth it and iâm so sorry that happened.â you shrugged at her. âbut, what does this have to do with this guy?â she tilted her head, her pretty brown hair falling over her shoulder.Â
âcause heâs a dick too. heâs a dick and i know heâs gonna tell everyone.â
âhow long ago was it?âÂ
âlike⌠two weeks ago?â
âwell, i havenât heard anything and yâknow, most guys wouldnât wait two weeks to start telling everyone who he fucked, right?â
âi guess.âÂ
âlook, i know this is a lot to think about, how about we get your mind off it. letâs go get some lunch, on me?â she was hopeful, she didnât want to watch you sulk, youâre one of the best and brightest people she knows. you shook your head.Â
âi have some stuff to do.â you whispered.Â
âok. fine, ok. you want me to sit with you?â
âno. i wanna be alone if thatâs ok.â
âsure. just- just let me know if you need anything, yeah? iâm always here.â you gave her a nod and she leant down to give you a peck on the forehead before she walked away. sheâd always been a good friend to you. looking back out to the campus, you saw his familiar black hair, in a half up half down style now. he walked with some girl - Yari, from your team - he was walking her to the science building and once they reached the front doors, she turned around and smiled at him. they spoke for a bit before he grabbed her by her chin, pulling her to him and planting a kiss on her lips. once he let go she looked up to him, her eyes sparkling.Â
your heart clenched.Â
getting up and gathering your things you stormed off and towards your dorm. retreating there for the rest of the day.Â
Suguru didnât mean to get involved with Yari. really, it just⌠happened. he was upset about the situation between you two and she just so happened to be there. the only reason heâs stayed talking to her for this long is because in some way, she reminds him of you. the way her eyes light up when she looks at him, as if heâs hung the moon and the stars, it reminds him of how you used to look at him way back when. before he fucked you over. before he was so mean to you, how your eyes would shine when you looked at him. if he squinted just enough when looking at her, he could see you. ever since that night in the rink, heâs only wanted to see you. to feel you again, to hold you. his hands have been itching to grab for you whenever you two cross paths. not having you is like living hell. he hates it.Â
finally leaving Yari, he turns around to head to his own class. making his way across the quad he sees a figure hurriedly walking in some direction. when he looks over at it, he recognizes itâs you. he wants to follow you, so bad. but he knows he shouldnât, if he did youâd probably have his head on a stake.Â
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another week had passed before you started feeling somewhat like yourself again. ReĂ had decided to take you out a couple of days ago. she took you to the diner not too far off campus, you two talked over milkshakes and french fries. she didnât pry too much but talking to her made you feel like you had a weight lifted off your chest. it felt great. practice was canceled again today, something about one of the coaches having a family emergency, so the rink was free for the day.Â
you decided to take it over for the night. one of the custodians told you no one was coming in tonight so you were free to have it. you were trying to get one specific move down, the same one youâve been trying to learn since freshman year. it was a move all hockey players used. a hockey stop, simple yet, youâd once seen Suguru spin and come to a full hockey stop. youâd wondered how he did it. while your sports were similar there was a clear difference between them. figure skaters were gentle with their movements and it took more agility to follow through with them. hockey players were more aggressive. hockey was about defense and brutality, the players were more up-front and they lacked flexibility.Â
while you were a figure skater, you did appreciate hockey and had taken a liking to practicing their moves. youâd even introduced some into the choreography of your team, giving some contrast to the ensemble. the harshness of the hockey moves plus the gentleness of figure skating make for a beautiful scene. youâve mastered the hockey stop, itâs an easy move but when you had watched Suguru do a complete 360 and come to the stop it was something you had wanted to do as well. while youâd seen him do it years ago it never really left your head and with the new choreography you were coming up with, you wanted to include the move.Â
you were getting closer, you think. well, it was better than before. at first you had completely busted your ass, sliding along the ice and hurting your chin. now most times when you fell, you went down slower. able to catch yourself before you fell on your ass again. as you were practicing you fell again, sitting down and huffing out a breath. the ice nipped at your legs through your tights and you sat for a second, looking up at the roof before looking down to play with your hands. what you hadnât noticed was a guest within the seats, watching you as you tried to ace the move over, and over again.Â
âyouâre putting too much weight on your back foot.â your head shot around quickly, turning to face the booming voice. you rolled your eyes when you looked at him. there he stood, 6 '2'' stature wearing all black, his arms at his side and his jet black hair falling over his wide shoulders.Â
âcan you just go away?âÂ
âcan i help you?â the question was genuine, he wanted to help. and maybe spend time with you.Â
âno.â
âwhy not?â
âcause i donât want your help.â you deadpanned. Suguru got up and walked away, you thanked God he chose to adhere to your request. getting back up, you went to the other side of the rink, skating yourself across the ice. you turned backwards and put your left leg out, turning into a camel spin, both your arms placed straight out to your sides. bringing your leg back down for an upright spin, putting an abrupt stop to the turn you jut out your right leg for the hockey stop. just as you thought you had gotten it, you fell back onto your palms. sitting back down and heaving out another sigh, you were ready to give up for the day. just as you were ready to go, you heard the doors to the rink being opened. you turned to see Suguru walking onto the ice. falling out and splaying yourself along the ice you groaned quite dramatically.Â
âget up.â he stood over you.Â
âi told you to go away.â you looked to him, one eye closed as the light shined in it.Â
âi told you i was going to help.â
âi donât need your help. iâm done.â you sat up, getting on your knees to stand up fully. Suguru grabbed your arm pulling you up and into him. âcan you get off of me?â instead of responding, he started skating to the opposite side of the rink, dragging you along with him. once you reached the corner, he let go.Â
âshow me.â he gestured to the rink.Â
âyeah, iâd rather not.â you were going to walk away but he grabbed you and turned you towards the open space of the rink.Â
âyou want to get it down right? show me.â his voice was soft as he spoke to you. you contemplated for a second. you could leave and go home or you could get help from the person who inspired the move. going home seemed like a really good option. getting into position, you started skating before doing just as you had done before, camel into an upright spin and full hockey stop. once again tipping over and landing on your ass. âlike i said, youâre putting too much weight on your back foot, thatâs why you keep falling back. and you canât just stop, itâs too much force, you need to build up some sort of momentum so thereâs something to combat the weight of your body.â his arms were crossed over his chest as he spoke to you, muscles bulging even through his black shirt. you were staring at the veins in his hands before you quickly brought your eyes up to his then looked away.Â
âsure.â taking up your spot next to him you did as he said, once again a camel into an upright spinning and once your right foot met the ice again, you gave yourself a slight push before coming into the hockey stop. this time you didnât fall onto your ass, landing on one of your knees instead. slightly better.Â
âyouâre not compensating enough for your own weight, look.â Suguru started his own skate and turned into a spin, not exactly an upright one but close enough. as the turn came to a close, he pushed himself forward again, quite harshly, before stopping. âsee, you need a counter for yourself. just stopping isnât enough to carry you. now you do it.â this time when you did it, following through with an extra push, you didnât fall. instead you had tripped forward and bumped into the wall. ânow youâre putting too much weight on your front foot. you need to find a balance. do we have to run first year training drills?â
âiâm not some freshman, Geto. i know what iâm doing.â you snapped.Â
âdo you?â you stared at him quizzically before giving up.Â
ânevermind. iâm done.â walking away you headed to the door.Â
âwait.â you paused. âi- i donât mean to be rude or anything. iâm actually trying to help.â
âyou think youâre gonna help by demeaning my skill set? iâm captain for a reason.â
âiâm not trying to. iâm captain too, remember?âÂ
âwe play two different sports.â
âyeah, and youâre trying to perfect one of my moves. let me help you.â
âi can do it by myself.â you turned to face him.Â
âiâm not saying you canât. but i know it pretty well and i can show you how to do it.â you stared at him blankly. âlisten, if⌠if i help you get this right, you can teach me some moves from your team.â that got your attention.Â
âreally?âÂ
âyeah.â you slowly skated to him.Â
âok.â for the next hour, Suguru had shown you how to incorporate a hockey stop into your routine. you had finally gotten to a point where you didnât fall at all. the move could use a little work but it was way better than what you had before. once you had finally gotten it, you were so excited you jumped with glee, somehow making your way into Sugurus arms. his large arms had wrapped around you as you hugged him. when you noticed where you were, you immediately backed out of his embrace.Â
âsorry.âÂ
âitâs fine.â you began to slowly skate backwards.Â
âi should go now, itâs pretty late.â your voice came out quietly and you pointed behind you. Suguru began to skate toward you.Â
âor, we can stay, practice a little longer?âÂ
âi- um, i donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âwhy not?â he was in front of you. you had skated yourself so far back and somehow, into a wall.Â
âcause.â
âbecause?â thereâs a small space left between your bodies and Suguru had reached forward, pulling you into him, he leaned down, inching his face closer to yours. âbecause what?â he whispered against your lips.Â
âcause- um,â he pressed himself closer to you, torso to torso. âcause-â you didnât get to finish your sentence as he gently pressed his lips to yours. you sighed into his mouth as your lips met. you wrapped your arms around his neck, falling into him as you breathed him in. he deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his own and sliding his tongue against yours. you moaned into his mouth and he groaned against yours. suddenly, reality hit you and you pulled away. âwhat is wrong with you?â
âhuh?â
âdonât act dumb, Geto, oh my God. i- i canât.â
âcanât what?â you pressed a hand to your forehead and began to skate away.Â
âwhat are you gonna tell your girlfriend?â
âgirlfriend? i- i donât-â
âwhat?â you turned back to him. âshe doesnât have to know? donât give me that.â
âY/N, what fucking girlfriend are you talking about.â
âYari!â you exhaled, exasperated.Â
âYariâs not my girlfriend.âÂ
âso youâve been doing this with her too? what, you fucked her in the locker room like you did me? does your girlfriend know about her-â
âi donât have a girlfriend!â he yelled over you.Â
âthen why do i always see you with Yari?!âÂ
âsee me with her? iâm never with her.â
âyes you are, Suguru! youâre always with her! i see you parading around campus with her, walking her to class, sitting out on the quad with her. she- she comes to practice talking about you.â you began picking at your nails.Â
âi-â he didnât know what to say, youâre right, heâs always with her. itâs not his choice, she just follows him around everywhere. he told her to leave him alone last week but she swore they had something special, that she loved him and knew he loved her too. talk about delusional.Â
âso iâm right?â you scoffed. deciding to exit from the conversation, you began to skate to the exit. Suguru quickly caught up, grabbing your hand, he turned you to him.Â
âyouâre wrong.â you just stared at him, a glazed over look in your eye. âsheâs not my girlfriend. yeah, ok, we did something but that was it. i fucked with her for a while but i told her i didnât like her, she just- she wonât leave me alone. i donât have a girlfriend, at all. i donât want one.â
âso whatâs this supposed to be?â you gestured between the two of you with your free hand.Â
âi didnât mean it like that.âÂ
âthen what did you mean?âÂ
âSatoruâs having a thing tomorrow night,â
âi donât do parties.âÂ
âitâs not a party,â he rushed out. âSatoru said itâs just a little get together with some friends. can you stop by? maybe we can talk then?â you wanted to say no, thereâs nothing to talk about but your mind didnât have time to catch up with your body. you were nodding your head before a word could be muttered. âok.â he let go of your hand, it was then that you realized your fingers were intertwined.
 when you finally got back to your room that night, you screamed into a pillow. every pent up emotion that was building inside of you from spending so much time with Suguru escaping as you yelled. you couldnât believe you let him get to you, again. and you canât believe you agreed to meet him tomorrow night. what was wrong with you.Â
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the next day flew by, your classes went by smoothly, Suguru staring at you from across the room in the ones you had together. practice was a little rushed, it was a friday and a break was coming up, everyone was excited to get out. now you sat in your dorm, staring at your phone as the time ticked by. it was 7:23, Suguru never gave you a time to show up. what time were you supposed to come? were you already late? would he be mad? you sat for another hour, finally leaving the comfort of your room and heading across campus to the frat house.Â
walking up to the house, lights were flashing and music was booming. people were sitting outside, all huddled up because of the cold, passing around a blunt. âso much for a âsmall get together.ââ you muttered to yourself. approaching the front door, you walked in and were immediately hit with the smell of a college party. sweaty bodies jumped and rubbed against each other, others were making out somewhere in a corner. looking over the area, you tried to spot his tall stature and black hair. when you didnât see him you moved into the crowd. walking through the people and moving to the kitchen, you grabbed a water bottle before going back to searching around. after searching for a while, you gave up, finding one of his frat brothers instead. âhave you seen Suguru?â he looked you up and down before responding.Â
âyou that crazy bitch?â
âhuh?â
âyou that crazy bitch?â he said, more pointedly.Â
âwhat crazy bitch?â
âwhatâs her name? um, sheâs on the figure team.â
âYari?âÂ
âyeah! thatâs you?â
âiâm not Yari.â he squinted his eyes before shrugging.Â
âupstairs, second door to the left. knock.â thatâs all he said before turning to walk over to a group of girls, they all looked at you weird before he approached them. going up the stairs, you almost made it to the top before you saw him. his broad stature leaned against a wall, hair tied back in a bun, his arms crossed over his chest as he spoke. he sat talking to some girl, eyes hooded as he looked at her, a smirk on his face. you stared at the two, her short brown hair falling to one side as she tilted her head. walking back down the steps, especially quiet so they wouldnât hear you, you headed back to the kitchen. you leaned against the counter, gripping the sides. ok, if he wants to be all over every girl, you can be all over every guy.Â
stomping out of the kitchen you looked around before making your way to the makeshift dance floor. you slipped in between the bodies, finding your way to the middle. settling into the people grinding on each other, you tapped the shoulder of some random guy, Haibara his name is, another brother of the frat, you asked if he wanted to dance. he looked between you and the girl he was dancing with before completely turning to you, letting out and enthusiastic, âsure!â you heard the girl mutter something before she walked away angrily. turning around, you pulled the boy closer to you, pressing your ass to his crotch, you heard a stuttered breath escape his lips.Â
you placed his hands on your hips and swayed slowly, grinding against him to the beat of the song. you saw Suguru make his way down the steps slowly, one arm hanging over the shoulder of the girl, they laughed together loudly. out of spite, you dragged one of Haibara's hands up your body slowly. his breathing grew heavier behind you. you knew he was shy, one of the more reserved brothers of the frat. he only joined because Satoru and Suguru made Nanami join and by association, him. you felt bad, you werenât sure what he was comfortable with and here you were making him feel you up. he didnât seem to care though, pulling you closer and laying his forehead on your shoulder. Suguru saw you from across the room, eyes locking onto you and the figure behind you. you saw him whisper something in the girl's ear and she looked over too, she gestured to you and Haibara, Suguru kissed her forehead quickly and let go.
he quickly made his way over to you two. when he reached you, he grabbed your forearm and pulled you away from the brunette boy. âhey- oh! whatâs up Suguru.â Haibara smiled.Â
ânothing.â he dragged you along with him as he walked away, taking you to the steps.Â
âlet go of me.â you tried to pull away but his grip grew more firm. âSuguru let go-â he spun you around when you reached the first step pushing you up against the wall. people around stared for a while before going back to minding their business.
âHaibara?â he questioned, his nostril flaring as he breathed.Â
âwhat?â
âi come downstairs cause someone told me youâre looking for me and i catch you fucking with Haibara?â
âwhy does it matter?â you rolled your eyes.Â
âcause it fucking does.â
âbut it doesnât matter when itâs you though, right?â
âwhat are you talking about.â
âi go upstairs to find you and i see you laughing and giggling with some girl? the same thing with Yari. itâs cool when you do it, right?â
âsome girl?â he stared at you for a second before he started laughing.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â he continued to laugh, damn near hunched over now.
âaww, princess.â he stood back up, you glared at him. âyou jealous?â
âjealous?â you said incredulously. âwhy would i be jealous of anything you do?â
âthat was Ieiri, princess, my best friend.â
âohâŚâ
âyeah and i told you i donât like Yari.â
âyou donât act like it.â was your quick reply.Â
âok.â he stepped back. âgo upstairs.â
âfor?â he stepped back into your personal space.Â
âgo upstairs, when i get up there i want you sitting down in just that pretty little set i know you have on for me.â he whispered in your ear. your face felt like it was on fire.Â
âi- i donât have on a set.âÂ
âi know you do, princess.â he walked away, going to the kitchen, before he passed the threshold he looked back to you, raising his eyebrow at you. you turned around and walked up the steps, going straight to his room. once you entered, you contemplated for a second, would you really do this? yes. you took off your shirt first, letting it fall to the floor, you fixed the cups of your pretty bra before unbuttoning your pants. you let them pool around your ankles before kicking them off. you sat on the bed, tucking your legs under yourself and placing your hands on your knees. you sat there for maybe two minutes picking at your thumbs. the door opened and you jumped a bit.
Suguru entered with two water bottles in his hands and something wrapped up. he smiled when he saw you sitting so prettily on his bed. you stood out against his dark sheets. the bright pale blue and pinks of your lingerie contrasting with his dark gray bedspread. âyou look so pretty like that.â he sat the things in his hands down and walked over to you, cupping his hand under your chin and tilting your head up. he ran the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it down and then letting it pop back up into place. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, it quickly grew messy, âopen.â he murmured against your lips. you parted your lips, looking up to him with wide eyes. he let a glob of spit from his mouth fall into yours. âswallow.â he watched your throat bob up and down, you could taste the fruit punch he drank earlier. he tasted sweet. âsit back and spread your legs for me.â you looked up at him as he stood back up, leaning himself against his dresser. âyou gonna do it or do i have to make you?â
you crawled up to his headboard slowly on all fours, he watched you, his cock twitching in his pants as he watched you ass sway side to side. he cleared his throat as you settled against his pillows. you spread your legs for him, watching him from across the room. âwhat do you want me to do?â you asked in a whisper.Â
âi want you to fuck yourself on you fingers like you do when you think of me.â
âi-â
âwhat?â
âi donât think of you.â
âcome on, princess, we both know you do. why else would you get your panties in a twist when you see me with another girl?â you sighed, looking down at yourself. âpull those pretty little panties to the side and spread yourself open on your fingers.âÂ
âok.â you whispered. your fingers twitched nervously, not sure what to do with him staring at you.Â
âjust pretend iâm not here, pretty girl, itâs ok.â you nodded your head. everything around you was so irrecoverably him, the sheets were soft against him and smelled like him, so warm. if you focused hard enough you could hear his breathing from across the room. closing your eyes you began to slowly trail your fingers down your body, hyper aware of your own touch. you dragged your fingers back up your stomach and to your chest, cupping your boobs through your bra. âtake it off.â you obliged, quickly unclipping the offending garment and letting it fall off the side of the bed. âfuck.â you could hear the sound of a zipper and some shuffling. pinching your nipples you let out a soft sound, tweaking both of them between your thumb and forefinger. letting one hand trail down your body again, you dragged it down and began to run circles over your clit on top of your underwear.Â
âSuguru.â you moaned softly. he groaned at the noise. you slipped your hand into your underwear, the stimulation sent sparks up your spine. dragging your fingers down to your hole, you circled it before slipping your middle finger in. you could hear a wet noise coming from where he is and the idea of him pulling on his cock to your fingering yourself pulled a moan out of you. slipping another finger into yourself, you moved them faster, the pads of them rubbing against your walls.Â
âgo faster. wanna hear it.â he panted. wanted to hear it..? oh. oh. he wanted to hear the sound of your wetness as you fucked yourself. your back arched as you fucked yourself faster. your other hand continued to tweak at your nipple. you moaned out as you felt your stomach clench.
âSuguru! iâm gonna cum!â your toes curled and you whimpered. you could hear his stuttered breathing and he jerked himself off.Â
âlet me see, pull your panties down.â he panted. your hand quickly moved to tug the gusset of your panties to the side. Suguru watched your fingers move in and out of you. his dream was finally coming true, the one girl he wanted was splayed out on his bed, fucking herself on her fingers, moaning out his name. his orgasm was building up quickly, he was going to bust everywhere from just watching you. you clenched around your fingers, mouth dropping open as you orgasm washed over you. you arched off the bed, moaning Sugurus name over and over again. he watched as you came, the way your essence dripped around and seeped through your fingers, how your chest raised and fell as you breathed heavily. Suguru groaned as he played with his tip, thumb running over it and you looked at him when you heard the noise.Â
âSugu,â you whined. âwanna see you cum,â his jaw dropped and a small noise escaped his lips. âplease.â he came all over his hand and the floor. spurts of his cum falling from his tip and he groaned as he came. youâre gonna be the death of him. once he regrouped, he walked over to you, kneeling above you as he looked into your eyes. he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and taking the two fingers that were just inside of you and putting them in his mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your fingers and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.Â
âyou taste so good, princess.â your hand fell from his mouth back to your side. âwanna taste for myself, flip over.â you took too long to listen to him so he flipped you over himself. he had you on your hands and knees, back arched for him. he went behind you, watching your pretty pussy drip for him. âfuck.â he whispered to himself. one hand rubbed over your ass as the other pulled your panties down. you kicked them off completely and he sniffed them before dropping them off the bed. âcount.â
âhuh?â slap! one loud clap against your ass, you yelped out at the initial pain but it eventually turned into a pleasurable stinging sensation.Â
âcount.â he said more firmly.Â
âone,â slap! âtwo,â slap! âthreeâŚâ on and on he spanked you again and again. you counted all the way up to eleven before he let up. your ass stung from the spanking but the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. it hurt so bad it felt good. you whimpered when he circled his hands over your ass. before you could recognize what was going on, you felt a stripe being licked from your clit to your clenching hole. âSugu!â you looked behind you to see him hunched over, sucking harshly on your clit as he spread your ass. another stripe licked up to your hole before he slipped his tongue in, you clenched around it, the cold metal of his piercing contrasted against the warmth of your walls and you swore you saw heaven. you shook as he fucked you with his tongue, falling onto your front your back arched perfectly for him as you pushed back against him.Â
the sounds were obscene, you could hear his tongue working against you and him groaning into your pussy. you moaned when he landed another slap to your ass, he gripped and jiggled it against his face. âoh my- fuck!â you squealed. he tongue licked and prodded against your walls as he ate you out. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your legs shook. his mouth moved down from your hole to your clit and you felt two of his fingers prodding at your entrance. his thick middle and ring fingers stretched you open he slipped them into you. he sucked on your clit and pressed his long fingers into that one spot inside of you. you whined loudly and he fucked you open on his fingers. âS-Sugu,â you slurred. âSugu iâm gonna cum..!â you squeaked. he continued to work at you and another orgasm was building up in you. you kicked your feet as you felt your orgasm approaching but this felt different.
the coil in your stomach wound up tighter, you felt a pressure on your bladder and you trembled. you reached behind you blindly, grabbing Sugurus head and tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt him moan against you as you did so. âSugu s-stop, iâm gonna pee.â you whined. he kept going, he either didnât hear you or didnât care but either way, he wasnât gonna stop. âSugu, wait!â he sucked harder at your clit and pressed his fingers into your g-spot. your toes curled as your back arched and you screamed out. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and all you saw was white. all you felt was your body shaking and wetness dripping down your thighs. your legs trembled at the earth-shattering orgasm and you whined and trembled at every touch you felt. Suguru moaned and groaned behind you, getting absolutely soaked as you squirted all over him and his bed. âSuguru!â you cried out, your feet kicked as he kept going.Â
âone more, just give me one more princess, i know you can.â you sobbed as he went back to sucking on your clit. another orgasm was building up quickly, your entire body shook as he sucked and prodded at you.
âSuguru,â you cried out. âi canât.â
âyes you can, i know you can.â he muttered against you. tears were streaming down your face, you shook and trembled with every pass of his tongue. your one hand gripped his hair as the other gripped the sheets. the next orgasm came quickly and you cried out as it took over your body. his bed was almost completely soaked through because of you. the essence of your orgasm streaked down your thighs. he let go of you, sitting back on his knees and your body relaxed. you fell against the sheets, they stuck against your body because of how soaked they were. he watched you take deep breaths, your body slowly calming down. you could feel some shuffling behind you and hear the sound of fabric ruffling. you felt the weight of the bed shift, Suguru leaned above you, trailing kisses up your spine.
you felt his weight against your back as he laid on top of you. he kissed and licked at your neck, breathing into your ear. he took all his clothes off, he laid completely naked on top of you, his bare chest pressing against your back. you could feel everything, every outline of his abs against your back, you could also feel his cock pressing into your ass. grabbing his dick he ran his tips through your folds, collecting your wetness and smearing it along his cock. he pushed your left leg up, spreading you open for him and lifting your ass up so he could slip in easily. he pressed his tip into you, slowly slipping in your walls. you whimpered as you felt him throb within you. âoh, fuck.â he sighed. âyou feel so fucking good.â he moaned, resting his head in your neck. you pushed back against him, pressing your ass flush against. he whined into your neck, âyouâre gonna kill me.â
âmove, please.âÂ
âi canât.â you got a flashback to the first night he fucked you. âiâll cum.âÂ
âplease, Sugu. please.â you begged.Â
âok.â he nodded, âok.â he thrusted once and whimpered. he built up a steady rhythm, small noises fell from his lips as he fucked himself into you. âso fuckinâ tight, youâre so fuckinâ tight.â he fucked into you harder, the sounds of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of his room. âso much better than those other girls.â your body jerked and you looked behind you. âdonât worry princess, iâm not saying it to make you jealous.â he chuckled. ânever had somebody like you, so fuckin perfect. youâre perfect yâknow that?â when you didnât respond he stopped moving. âanswer me.â
âyes daddy!â you whined. his eyes crossed and his cock twitched deep within you, he never thought you were one to call somebody daddy, never took you as the submissive type at all. he leaned down over you.Â
âgood girl.â he groaned into your ear. âgood fucking girl.â he started moving again, fucking you deeper. his tip nudged your cervix each time from how deep he was and the pain added to your pleasure. you were damn near fucked dumb, any train of thought you had completely gone, all you could focus on was Suguru fucking you. you tightened around him, your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. âfuck, are you close?â you nodded your head. âyou gonna cum for me, princess? make a mess all over me, yeah?â one hand trailed down your body, fingers playing with your clit and pushing you closer to the edge. you gripped the sheets hard, you swore you could hear the seams ripping.Â
âiâm gonna cum, Sugu!â
âhold it.â you shook your head. âyou can hold it for me, i know you can.â
âi canât, i canât!â you sobbed. âi canât, daddy, iâm gonna cum, please let me cum.â
âi said âhold it,â right?â your body tensed up completely, your legs locking around Suguru from behind. before you could stop yourself, you were creaming around him. you cried out as you came, eyes crossing and rolling to the back of your head. you squeezed so tight around him he almost slipped out. he groaned as you clenched around him, his face was completely red, eyes hooded as he watched you cum around him. âi thought i told you to hold it.â
âi couldnât do it.â you sniffled. ââm sorry daddy.â
âaww, itâs ok baby.â he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking at your face. tears stained your face, mascara running down your cheeks, he smiled at you.Â
âwant you to cum, daddy. want you to cum in me.â he groaned at your words, his cock twitched violently inside of you. he completely covered you, laying on top of you and matching his body up with yours. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. he began thrusting into you again, building up a fast pace, chasing his own orgasm.Â
âiâm gonna cum, right in this pretty little pussy and youâre gonna hold it all inside you. then, youâre gonna walk around the house with it all in you, let everybody know that i did it, let everybody know iâm yours.â let everybody know i'm yours. he wants to kill you. his pace began to falter and he gave a couple of more thrusts before stilling above you. he moaned into your ear, quieting himself by biting your neck. you felt him fill you up, rope after rope of his cum filling you up. you moaned with him, another orgasm taking over your body. Sugurus' body twitched as he came, he sighed out as his orgasm finally passed over him. he relaxed into you, falling on top of you.Â
âyouâre heavy.â he laughed at you, sliding out of you and laying down next to your side. you turned your head to face him, he was already staring at you with a small smile on his face. âwhat?â your voice was hoarse.Â
âyouâre so pretty,â he said quietly. you looked down before looking back into his eyes.Â
âthank you.â you whispered. he got up quickly, pulling on his boxer briefs, you sat up, covering yourself with your arms. âwhere are you going?âÂ
ânowhere.â
âare you leaving?â you asked shyly.Â
âno, Y/N/N, iâm not leaving.â he walked over to his dresser, grabbing the two water bottles and whatever was wrapped up in the foil. making his way back to the bed, he sat down next to you. âhere, drink something, itâll help your throat.â he opened the water bottle for you. you took it from him and sipped from it slowly. he unwrapped what was in the foil - a sandwich. âeat this.â you took the sandwich from him and ate it. he watched you, he turned over to his nightstand - it was then you noticed the dragon tattoo displayed on his back - he grabbed some wipes and began unpacking them. he wiped the smeared mascara off of your face and wiped some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. âcan i?â he gestured to you. you raised an eyebrow at him. âwipe you?â
âoh, you donât have to.âÂ
âyeah but i want to.âÂ
âok.â you laid back and opened your legs for him, he got in between them with a new new wipe.Â
âcan you push it out for me?â
âthought you wanted me to keep it all in.âÂ
âjust do what i say.â he looked up at you, he looked so good between your legs like this, youâll have to get him between them like this again.Â
âyes, daddy.â you rolled your eyes. sighing, you tried your best to squeeze all of his cum out of you. he watched it flow out you in thick globs.
 âfuck.â he leaned down, licking at you quickly.
âSugu!â your thighs closed around his head. âdonât do that. âm sensitive.â
âsorry, princess, you just look so good.â he smirked at you. he cleaned you up gently, getting up and searching through his drawers for a shirt and passing you one of his old gray tees. he picked you up and carried you out of the room, you hadnât even noticed the party had stopped. carrying you to the bathroom and setting you on the sink he grabbed an extra toothbrush and any other thing he thought you would need. âiâm gonna go change the sheets real quick. you can come back to the room when youâre done.â he pecked your lips before exiting the bathroom. you got ready to go to bed, brushing your teeth and washing your face. you dried your hands and left the bathroom. you trekked back into his room, there he sat on the edge of it, scrolling on his phone. he put it down at his side and gestured for you to come over to him. when close enough he grabbed your hips and pulled you to him.Â
âdid you um- did you dry the wet spot?â you asked, embarrassed. his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. your own hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck, his bun was looser now, more hairs framing his face.Â
âwet spot?â he looked behind him. âoh.â he laughed.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â you froze.
âwaterproof liner.â you looked at him questioningly. âspilled some shit on my bed once, couldnât get the stain out so i bought some waterproof liners. do you want to lay down?â
âum, no.â
âwhy not?â
âcause i should go. yâknow, itâs late and i donât want my roommate-â
âyou donât want to stay here.â
âwhat? no. thatâs not- iâd love to stay.â
âso why donât you?â
âcause i donât want you to get tired of me.âÂ
âtired?â you looked down awkwardly.
âi know how this goes, Suguru. i donât want to stay only to be embarrassed later.â
âi wouldnât embarrass you-â
âyou canât promise me that.â
âyeah, i can. do you- do you not see how much i care for you?â
âcare?â
âi donât want anybody the way i want you. never have. you make me⌠you make me feel good.â
âoh-â
ânot like that. yeah, you make me feel good.â he chuckled. âbut i just, i donât know, i like the way you look at me.â
âhow do i look at you?â
âlike you care for me too. i like that. it makes me feel like i mean something.â
âeverybody thinks you mean something.â you rubbed at his scalp and he felt shudders down his spine.Â
âyeah but itâs different. everyone cares cause they think i can do something for them, yâknow. itâs fake but when itâs you, it feels right.â your face burned at his words and you looked down shyly.
âoh.â you giggled.Â
âoh?â
âi didnât think you liked me like that.â
âwhy wouldnât i?â
âcause youâre mean.â
âi am. iâm sorry.â
âyouâre sorry?â
âyeah, i just, i didnât know how to tell you i like you.â
âso you were practically a bully?â
âi guess.â he shrugged and laughed.Â
âhow backwards is that?âÂ
âiâll have you backwards.â he smirked.Â
âwhat does that even mean?!â you laughed.Â
âwanna find out?â
âhuh-â before you could finish, Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to the bed next to him. you fell in a fit of giggles and he laughed along with you, silencing you with a kiss. the rest of the tight was spent with shared laughter, kisses, and fingers tangled together. it felt nice, you werenât used to this side of him. he fell asleep before you, his head resting on his own pillow while one arm stayed on your stomach. you stared at him, watched his eyes flutter under his lids and the way his lips parted as he breathed. you tucked some hair behind his ear and pressed a kiss to his cheek, snuggling into his side, you let sleep overtake you and it may have been the best sleep youâve gotten in a while. it just felt right to be in his arms.Â
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for the next week you were either in Sugurus' room or somewhere out on the town with him. he kept you fed, hydrated, and full of dick. there were marks up and down your body from him, bites, hickeys, scratches, you had them all. all the brothers of his frat gave you a knowing look whenever you left his room, always in one of his shirts. when he took you out, Suguru made sure to always take you to places youâd never been before. which was pretty easy seeing as you spent most of your time cooped up in your dorm or in the rink. youâd found a new favorite diner, they had the best fries and milkshakes. the first time Suguru had watched you dip your fries into your vanilla shake, he stared at you in disgust. youâd forced him to try it, he had a whole fit before you stuffed his mouth with the fries. he shut up after a while and agreed that it wasnât that bad, he wouldnât tell you he actually liked it.
eventually Satoru had found out when he just walked into Sugurus room only to find him balls deep inside you. Suguru yelled at him to get out, throwing a shoe at his head. Satoru quickly slammed the door but not before he let out a wolf whistle at the sight. you were mortified, vowing to never show your face to Satoru again. that was in vain as the next morning at breakfast he had walked into the kitchen and stared at you for a while before exiting and making his way back upstairs. Suguru made sure his best friend would never mention it to you again, knowing how embarrassed you felt to be found in such a vulnerable position.Â
you sat in Sugurus bed scrolling on your phone while his T.V played a random show in the back. he laid next to you asleep, tired from running around from errands all day. he stirred awake, rubbing at his eyes and looking at you. âgâmorninâ.â
âSugu, itâs one p.m.â you snickered.Â
âoh. good afternoon.â
âhi.â you giggled. âdo you wanna-â there was a knock at the door. Suguru went to get up but you grabbed his bicep. âi got it, lay back down.â you went to open the door. turning the knob, a familiar voice broke through the threshold before you could get it all the way open.Â
âGeto, have you seen Satoru-â Bri paused as she stared at you. âno fucking way.â
âoh. hey Bri.â you chuckled awkwardly.Â
âyouâre such a fucking hypocrite.â
âwhat?â
âi canât see Satoru but you can fuck his best friend.â the anger was obvious on her face.Â
âi didnât- i donât-â
âare we fucking serious right now? youâre gonna lie about it. i thought you were a bitch but this is low even for you.â
âi- i never told you you couldnât see Satoru and weâre not just fucking-â
âjust shut up. you practically shouted how much you hated the idea of me and Satoru together. were you jealous? is that what it was? you were mad because i actually had him and you wanted his best friend? when heâs over you next week, donât come fucking crying to me.â Suguru jumped up from his bed and stormed over to the door.Â
âwatch your fucking mouth when youâre taking to her.â your breathing stuttered and tears built up in your eyes. âno ones fucking jealous of you, i donât even know why sheâs friends with someone like you. Satoru doesnât fucking like you, he told you that but you keep coming back here cause you think you can change his mind. let me tell you something, no matter how many times you fuck him, itâll never change.â he stepped closer to her. âall he sees you as is something to nut in, thatâs all everybody sees.â her eyes flickered all over his face. âgo some fucking where before you embarrass yourself.â he slammed the door in her face and turned around to you. he saw the tears falling down your cheeks and immediately pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. âiâm sorry. i donât know what her problem is, she was out of line.â
âitâs fine. sheâs right.â you sniffled out.Â
âhow is she right?â he pulled away from you.Â
âi am a hypocrite.â you cried. âi told her you and Satoru are dicks and then she finds me with you. itâs wrong.âÂ
âhey, hey.â he cupped your face and made you look up at him. âitâs not wrong, youâre right, me and Satoru are dicks but that doesnât mean she can just talk to you like that.â you looked down to the floor, closing your eyes. âlook at me. sheâs the one whose jealous. sheâs jealous because she knows Satoru doesnât like her and youâre here with me. she wants to be you, thatâs it. donât listen to her, ok?â
âok.â you whimpered.Â
âhow about a nap, yeah. sleep and when you wake up we can get milkshakes and fries.â you nodded and let him pull you down to the bed.Â
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it took a while for you to cheer up after the situation with Bri. Satoru had stopped talking to her completely after Suguru told him what happened, heâd even apologized for letting it happen when it wasnât his fault at all. now, you sat on the sides of a rink at a major competition. the TMTC figure skating team had won a spot in a regional competition, schools from four different states were coming to compete and whatever team won got a grant of 7,000 dollars to use to upgrade their schools ice skating rink, an unnecessarily large trophy that sat in a glass case across the rink, and the chance to go to nationals. your team had won the spot at the competition a while ago after winning gold against Kyoto college. while you belonged here, it was proven in the way you participated in the last comp, you were deep in your own head.
you made the team practice non-stop to ace the choreography, making sure everyone was on their a-game. you sat on the bench with your hands on your knees, hands tucked under your chin and one of your knees bouncing up and down. you were nervous, youâd never performed in such a large stadium before, let alone in front of so many people.Â
Suguru sat in a chair not too far from the rink, close enough to see your features and how nervous you were. he wanted to go out on the ice and hold you, tell you it was ok and he knew you would win because he did. you got this far, you carried your team all the way to this comp, he had no doubt in his mind you would bring gold home. he hoped you knew that as well. your team was up next, two already went before you. it was your time to get ready and you led the team to the locker room. everyone was lacing up their skates in silence, the nerves bouncing off all the girls. once you finished tying your skates you stood in front of them all.Â
âguys.â you started. âi know iâm not really good at the whole encouraging speech thing but i just wanted you all to know that iâm proud of us. we got all the way here, we made it this far because of our hard work. i donât want yâall to put too much pressure on yourselves. no matter what we all joined this sport because we love it and itâs fun. we can have fun tonight, donât let some competitions take the joy out of this. whatever happens tonight, whether we win or we lose, itâs fine. i wonât say i wouldnât be disappointed if we lost but we got here. we worked our asses off and proved we belong. so when we go out there, i want yâall to show everyone who we are. weâre not just the TMTC figure skating team, weâre girls who all have our own personalities and joined this sport for different reasons. show them that.â everyone clapped and smiled fondly at you, standing up and huddling around. they called for your team on the loud speakers. âalright, this is our time, donât take it for granted.âÂ
the team left the locker room and you headed out behind them. you all lined up along the ice and waited for your que. the song you had chosen began to play and one by one the line began to disperse. following the choreography you had come up with, the dance started slowly. every girl skated out into a step sequence, their movements following the tempo of the song. the music began to speed up and so did the moves, excluding you there was an even amount of girls on the team, so you paired them in twos. two girls were assigned to each other and executed the choreography together. they did a combination of moves supporting one another. you skated through them, sometimes grabbing onto their waists as they spun around to spin with them, crouching down onto your knees and tucking your head into your shoulders.Â
the music became louder, the beat progressing and each of your moves becoming harsher, more restricted to display the emotion of the dance. you skated on one leg, through four of the girls, you placed one of your legs down, turning the move onto an upright spin and once you began to spin faster, two sets of hands grabbed your waist stopping you. your turn stopped abruptly, just as you stopped you broke free, skating away from them and towards one wall, just as you reached it, you fell to your knees, turning on them as the rest of the team approached you. they covered your body completely, all of their hands reaching to grab some part of you and just as they moved and light broke through the makeshift cover they made over you, they hoisted you into the air. not too high to the point youâd land dangerously, but enough so you landed and turned, one foot poured out behind you and hands displayed in front of you for balance.
the girls began skating to you quite fast, their moves harsh as they came at you, just before they reached you, they stopped. clasping hands and beginning the next part of the choreo you taught them. while everyone was distracted by their dance, you snuck off into a corner, sitting and waiting for your que. you sat for a minute before your que came up. the girls were lined up once again, like they were when the dance started. they all had their backs turned to you. the music grew again, reaching its crescendo. skating to them, one by one from each row they all turned to you, skating faster and lifting one leg in the air, you held your hands out behind you. bringing that foot back down and jumping, you turned in the air and landed on the opposite foot, now skating backwards, body swaying side to side.Â
just as you saw the tip of someoneâs skate just in your view - strategically placed for you - you brought that leg back down again, pushing yourself forward off the tip of your blade and turning around, you headed for the gap between the girls split directly in the middle. you began to spin again just as you reached the gap some of their hands began reaching for you but stopping the turn, you came to a full hockey stop, falling down into position for a hydroblade. four girls behind you fell dramatically onto another while others began to turn into a sit spin. you laid with your chest pressing against the floor, rising and falling into the ice as you panted. the music stopped abruptly, the rest of the girls falling out of their sitting spins onto the floor as well and for a second all there was was silence. all you could hear was your own breathing before the stadium erupted into loud cheers. claps could be heard all throughout the stadium, whistles and the thumps of peopleâs boots and sneakers as they jumped.Â
relaxing and getting up from the ice you turned to the team, everyone was looking around the stadium at all the people clapping for them. from across the arena, Suguru yelled for you. he clapped so hard his hands were red. âthatâs my fucking girl!â he goaded, he was so proud of you he felt like his chest could burst. he whooped and yelled for you as you and the team headed back to the locker room. he stood out against everyone else, 6â2â frame wearing all black with jet black hair cheering for some girl on a team wearing a bright pink tutu, it was almost comical. you and the team got undressed in the locker room, all dressed in TMTC tracksuits. you skated back to the rink to sit back on your assigned bench. there are three more teams after you. you had to sit through all of them before the results came in.Â
the teams after you were so good, you clapped and cheered for them when they finished and it was finally the end of the night. the panelists had called for all teams to come stand in the rink as they announced the winners, the announcements began. people from within the stadium voted on who they wanted to win on the website on their phones, they picked who they thought belonged in first, second and third. the victors for second and third were announced and you let your head hang. you had at least expected third, your performance wasnât like others, it took a more aggressive approach rather than the usual gentleness of figure skating. maybe you should have stuck to what you knew. preparing for the disappointment of a loss, you began slowly backing away from the team.Â
âand the first place winner for this year's regional competition isâŚâ silence overtook the audience. âTokyo Metropolitan Technical College!â you paused, not exactly sure if you heard him right. the crowd broke out in applause, cheers damn near breaking the sound barrier. your team was already at the man with the trophyâs side. they watched you before they all yelled at you to come get your trophy. you skated over to them quickly, ReĂ held out the trophy for you to grab and as you took it, you fell to your knees. you cried as you held the trophy. the team stood over you, rubbing your back, thanking you for leading them this far. you cried harder.
leaving the large stadium with the large trophy on your hand, everyone behind you was yelling out proudly. some stragglers from the crowd congratulated you as you left. once you got to the parking lot, you saw Suguru leaning against his car. you tried your best to run over to him, placing down the trophy and crashing into him. his arms wrapped around you and lifted you into the air, your feet left the concrete and you wrapped your arms around his neck. âyou did it.â
âi did.â you sobbed, so proud of yourself.Â
âiâm so proud of you. i knew you were gonna win.â you cried into his neck. âyou did so good pretty girl, you were the best.â
âyouâre just saying that cause youâre fucking me.â
âno.â he placed you down, making you look at him. âthatâs not why.â
âthen what, Sugu?â he stared at you for a second before he turned around and opened his car door, grabbing something and hiding it strategically so you couldnât see it. once he turned back to face you his ears were bright red and he huffed out a breath.Â
âY/N L/N, will you do me the amazing honor and accept me as your boyfriend?â from behind his back, he pulled a beautiful bouquet of purple and white flowers. your jaw dropped and you looked between him and the flowers. âyou gonna answer?â
âyes!â you wrapped your arms around him again. holding him close to you. you pulled back and pressed a messy kiss to his lips, tongues and teeth clashing. âyouâre so corny.â you whispered to him.Â
âwhat can i say? you bring it out of me.â you laughed together. eventually he led you to the passenger seat, buckling you in and pressing kisses to your face. you stared at him as he got in the car. fondness all over your features, how lucky could you have been?
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two months later you found yourself in the spot where everything started. back in the now improved locker room of your school, lacing up your skates to head to the ice. Suguru was waiting for you outside, sitting down staring out to the floor. approaching him from behind you tapped his shoulder. âcome on.â
âwhat are we doing here?âÂ
âjust come on.â you rolled your eyes. grabbing his hands in your own, you began to walk backwards to the ice, watching him watch you. now on the rink you pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you.Â
âwhat are we doing here?â
âwhy are you complaining?â
âcause,â he whined. âi wanna go back to my room and watch movies with my favorite person.â
âand whoâs your favorite person?â
âSatoru.â he deadpanned, you hit his shoulder.Â
âbe serious.â he let out a hearty laugh.Â
âok but what are we doing here? itâs late.â
âyou remember that one night you told me if i let you teach me the hockey stop, i could teach you one of my own moves?â he groaned and let his head fall back.Â
âi thought you forgot about that.â
âi did.â you shrugged. ââtill i didnât.â
âdo we have to?â he pouted.Â
âyes, now stop being a baby. itâll be easy, i promise.â you led him to the middle of the rink and let go. âok, watch me.â you began skating away, once far enough you put one leg out. eventually putting it down you turned back to your boyfriend. âeasy, right?â
âsure.â
ânow you do it.â he began skating forward but as soon as he put his leg up, he stumbled forward, quickly catching himself. you crouched over laughing.Â
âitâs not funny, Y/N/N.â
âyes it is.â you laughed even harder, he huffed. âok, ok, iâm sorry, try again.â he kept trying, sometimes stumbling. he complained a lot along the way, asking if you two could just leave. you wouldnât let him give up, you kept pushing until he finally got it.Â
âwas there a point to this?â
âof course.â you skated from your spot to him, grabbing him and pulling him along with you. beginning to gain speed, you pressed your back to his and placed his hands on your waist. you leaned forward, kicking your leg out as you skated, Suguru watched and knew what you wanted him to do. he did just the same as you, your bodies lined up together and you skated around half the rink like that. putting your leg down to stop you looked at him. âsee, i had a point.â
âyeah but my point is better.â
âyou didnât even make a point.â
âyeah i did.â
âthen whatâs your point?â
âthis.â he grabbed your jaw between his hand and planted his lips on yours. he parted your lips with his own and slipped his tongue into your mouth, you moaned around him. cupping the back of your head, he slowly inched you down until you were both lying on the floor. he kissed from your mouth to your neck, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, he trailed his fingertips along your body. his hands ran along the hem of your skirt before he slipped it under the garment. his finger circled your clit and slid down to your entrance. he circled it and felt you flutter before he slid one into you, you moaned when he entered another. you were so wet, soaking his entire hand as he fucked it in you, he stopped just as you felt your orgasm approaching.Â
âhey!â you whined at him.Â
âi know, i know. iâll make it up to you.â he began suckling small marks into the skin and trailing them down your body. leaving kisses down your body as you heaved at the affection. he licked into your belly button before looking at you. âyouâre so pretty.â
âyou tell me all the time.â
âjust making sure you know.â he leaned down to unlace both your and his skates and threw them somewhere across the rink. his hand slithered up your thigh and he gripped the stockings you were wearing under your skirt. âthese are so dumb.â before you could reply, you heard the loud rip of the fabric.
âSuguru!â you yelled at him, âi have to wear these out of here!â
âitâll be fine.â
âtheyâre my favorite pair.â you pouted.Â
âiâll get you some more, ok?â
âfine.â he moves down your body once more, now coming face to face with the wet spot on your panties. he ran his finger over and pushed into your hole slightly, collecting more wetness on the fabric. he pulled your panties to the side. he breathed against your skin, your pussy fluttering as you felt it. he licked your clit, his piercing running over it quickly. he dove straight into it. wasting no time he began eating at you like a man starved. your back arched off the ice, fingers tangling in his hair, you pulled on it roughly and he moaned into you. you guided his head up and down in you, his tongue dragging over your clit, his piercing rubbing over it. he looked up to you and the sight above him was beautiful, your mouth was dropped open and your chest was arched off the floor. one of his hands began to run circles over your hole, he slipped two fingers in you. you moaned as his fingers rubbed your walls, his tongue piercing rolled over your engorged clit and your voice broke as you cried out his name.Â
his fingers began to fuck into you faster and he went from licking your clit to sucking on it. an orgasm was building up quickly and you couldnât fight it off. âSugu, iâm gonna cum.â ever since the two of you got together, Suguru spent his time learning your body, learning what made you tick and twitch. your hips began bucking up in his face, his other hand came up to hold you down. his palm pushed you back against the floor, making sure you couldnât squirm away from him. he sucked on your clit harder, your stomach clenched and your toes curled. âSugu!â your things trembled and you cried as you came, you shook as Suguru kept sucking, his fingers stilled inside of you pressing into your walls instead.
âgive me another.â he murmured softly, he began sucking on your clit again. you panted, gripping his head harder, pressing him more into you. you clenched around his fingers harder and before you could warn him, you were squirting all over his face. he gulped it down happily, drinking from you like he was a parched man and you a fountain. he sat up and smiled at you, your juices dripping from his chin. you sighed as he let up, body relaxing into the floor. âi love it when you do that.âÂ
âi donât.â
âwhy.â he whined like a petulant child.Â
âit takes a lot out of me. take your pants off.â he obliged, sliding them to the middle of his thighs.
âyouâre bossy,â he joked.Â
âyou like it.â he nodded his head with a smirk on his face, he does like it, youâre the only person who can put him in his place. he lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his body engulfed yours, wrapping his arms around and you cradling your head as his body bent over yours. he lined his tip up with your entrance. he groaned as he pushed into you, your walls fluttered around him and you took him inch by inch. you turned your head to him searching for his lips. âSugu.â you whispered, he turned to face you and you pressed your lips to his. he began thrusting into you, your lips moved against each other, you sucked on his tongue and his eyes rolled back. his moan vibrated through your head, you took the ball of his piercing into your mouth, rolling your tongue over it and biting the metal playfully.Â
âyouâre so big.â you rested your head on the ice, your ass was pressed against it. the tights were ripped around your thighs, your panties pulled to the side rubbing against Sugurus cock as he fucked you.Â
âyouâre so tight,â he moaned. âfuck, i love you.â your eyes widened. that was the first time he ever said it to you. his thrusts slowed down and grew deeper, he went from slutting you out to fucking you passionately. âi love you.â he pressed his lips to yours, his hand that was cradling your head tangled into your hair, pulling at it to make you look at him. his tongue ran over your lips, opening them and sliding it into your mouth. you took a minute to kiss him back, your eyes stayed open as he kissed you. his pelvis rubbed directly on your clit and your eyes crossed. he cock continuously rubbed your g-spot, his tip nudged your cervix. you panted and moaned into his mouth, he breathed you in, soaking up every sound that escaped your lips.Â
âiâm gonna cum.â you whimpered.Â
âme too.â the kiss between you two grew sloppy, less of a kiss and more of a combination of tongues and slobber. everything was so wet, your face with his spit, your body with sweat, in between your legs with his precum and your arousal. âiâm gonna cum in this tight pussy, gonna fill you up. wanna watch you grow, watch your stomach get bigger causa me.â you moaned at his words, who knew Suguru Geto had a breeding kink? âtell me.â he bit your lip. âtell me you want it. you want my kids.â
âfuck, i want it.â you sobbed, back arching to his chest.Â
âyou want it? wanna be a mommy? gonna make me a daddy?â
âyes! gonna make you a daddy, want you to make me a mommy.â you slurred, words stringing together.
âyouâre gonna be such a pretty mommy, princess, gonna have the cutest kids.â he lifted his face to look into your eyes. he gripped your chin, making you look at him. âlook at me when you cum, keep your eyes open.â you tried but your eyes rolled back into your head. he landed quick gentle slaps to your face âopen âem.â your mouth dropped open, you tried to tell him you were close but all that came out were garbled words. âi know, pretty girl, youâre so close.â he mocked. âgonna cum all over me? make a mess? let it go.â you cried out as you came, voice cracking from the volume. âthere it is, let it out for me.â your legs shook with your orgasm, your back arched and fell with tremors. âiâm gonna cum.â his thrust faltered, one, two, three more before he filled you up. there was so much of it that you swore you could see your stomach expanding with each rope.Â
âSugu, thereâs so much.â
âfuck, i know.â it seeped out around him, dripping from you down his balls. he pulled out of you, wincing as the coldness of the rink met his cock. he laid next to you, sprawling out on the ice. âi meant it.â you looked at him. âi know what youâre thinking, i meant it. i wouldnât have said it if i didnât.â you sighed with relief.Â
âi love you too.â he smiled so wide you thought it would stick to his face. âdid you mean the other thing?â
âwhat? making you a mom?â you nodded. âfuck yeah.â he laughed. âyouâd look hot as a mom.â
âSuguru!â
âwhat?! you would. and iâd get to watch it. getting hard jusâ thinkinâ bout it.âÂ
âyouâre gross.â your face turned up jokingly.
âmaybe but itâs more than that. i want that with you, i want kids with you, wanna have everything with you.âÂ
âi want it too.â
âreally?â
âyeah but it might be too early right now.â you turned on your side, laying your head on his chest. âhow about⌠meeting my grandfather next saturday?â
âok. is he gonna kill me?â
âprobably.â
âfuck.â
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Professional (Shouta Aizawa x reader)
!afabreader x aizawa as a teacher, reprimanding wasn't uncommon for you to practice. you being reprimanded? only allowed by Shouta Aizawa. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, MDNI, p in v, creampie (don't be silly wrap your willy!), somewhat public sex, sex on a desk, going commando (couldn't be me), no pronouns used, use of sweetheart, light bondage (gagged by a tie), punishment kink A/N: art above by ficel_art on instagram! I saw it on pinterest first but immediately deep dove onto their account. dadzawa was just too hot in this art to not immediately write something for him ( ´ŕ˝` ) word count: 1,930
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you loved being a teacher at U.A. â but some days, it felt like the little future heroes were actually little devils. it was about the third time that little⌠twat waffle⌠named Katsuki Bakugo had interrupted your class just today to bully Izuku Midorya. while your mental nickname for him wasnât very teacherly, the best you could do was to speak to his homeroom teacher.
after lunch had started, you marched your exhausted ass to Shoutaâs classroom. someone needed to knock some sense into that kid, and you were very sure it wasnât going to be you doing the job. if you tried⌠well, youâd probably lose your job with the words youâd use. and Bakugo could be even worse in return, you were certain of that.
you didnât bother to knock at the door as you shoved it open to find Shouta sitting at the desk grading a stack of papers. he glanced up at your loud intrusion, an eyebrow arching up when he saw the look on your face, already knowing that you were ready to unload.
âwho was it today?â Shouta hummed as he merely returned his focus to the homework in front of him without missing a beat. you slammed your hands on his desk, earning his full attention on you.
âIâm going to try very hard to speak in a professional manner, so listen up because Iâm not repeating myself.â you warned him with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. Shouta raised an eyebrow, hands up in a silent gesture to proceed. âI know you love your students â and donât try to lie â but you need to reprimand Bakugo more often. heâs disrupted my class every day this week, and Iâm seriously considering putting him on probation from participating in the sports festival.â
Shouta slowly stood, moving around the desk as he processed your words, nodding along. âso, you think he should be punished?â he asked, his voice even.
you nodded firmly. âand Iâm asking you to help.â
he gave a small, knowing shrug. âand youâre trying to be professional about it?â
âwell, I like to think of myself as a professional most of the time.â you chuckled dryly as you shook your head. in the back of your mind, you couldnât help but wonder if you were getting close to the point where you might use your quirk on the brat a few times⌠but that would only happen if you were specifically asked to for training purposes. Â
Shouta had made his way to your side by now, standing a few inches from you as he smirked. when you noticed his expression you raised an eyebrow at him. âI donât know that Iâd call you the most professional of teachers.â he told you as he looked down into your eyes.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean, Shouta?â you dared to ask, still confused as to where he was going with this. âare you going to give me an exhaustive list of the reasons Iâm not professional, because it wouldnât be the first time you have.â
âno, not an exhaustive list today.â he snickered before his hand drifted to grasp at your hips. you jumped slightly at the contact, sucking in a breath when he ruched the hem of your skirt in his fingers.
heâd been watching you since this morning, the black pencil skirt you wore showing off the plush of your ass as you walked down the hallway to attend to the students. his eyes followed you like magnets wherever you went â and he hadnât been ignorant enough to miss the tiny little detail he was about to bring to your attention.
before he spoke again, he swiftly lifted you to sit on the edge of his desk, causing you to gasp. when he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, he whispered, âfor now, letâs start with the fact that youâre not wearing any panties.â
immediately, a smirk crossed your lips. âah, so you finally noticed?â you murmured, cheeks heating with his breath on your ear.
âI noticed long ago. Iâm assuming this was for me?â he asked as his nose nuzzled your neck, making you groan. âyou just couldnât wait until we were home could you, sweetheart?â
âyouâre always so tired when you get home, I just wanted you to know what you had to look forward to.â as you explained, you thought back to getting dressed this morning â youâd quickly thrown on your outfit, neglecting your panties while your husband was in the bathroom. Shouta had been none the wiser when heâd come out, simply giving you a morning kiss before the two of you left for work.
âI donât know, I kind of want it right now.â you pulled back to study his face, seeing them dark with desire as his hands palmed your ass through your skirt. âwe have some time while the students are at lunch, what do you say?â
you were reminded every day of how hot your husband was, and now was no exception. âlock the door.â you instructed him, to which he pushed off of you and secured the door. when he returned, he wasted no time in crashing his lips into yours.
âwe should still be quick, sweetheart. donât want any of the students roaming the hallway to hear us.â Shouta whispered between your lips, taking your lower one into his mouth and sucking harshly on it.
âthen youâd better be quiet.â you teased, something that you always learned your lesson for doing later. you felt him smirk into the next kiss he gave you as he pushed your skirt up to your waist, cold air hitting your wetting pussy.
he knew how to be fast, and quiet. it was something Shouta learned very quickly within his line of work â but youâd figured out how to make that increasingly more difficult for him to put into practice. your hands all but ripped his belt off before shoving his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock standing at attention.
god, heâd thought about using his lunch time to find a secluded place and jerk off to the thought of you. after noticing your lack of underwear this morning, it was all he could think about, repeatedly having to clear his mind while working. but this was even better, he thought.
you watched in awe as Shouta pulled his tie off, and just as you wondered if he would throw it to the side, he instead pushed the fabric between your teeth and swiftly tied it behind your head. ânow, you have to be the one to be quiet.â Shouta taunted as he placed a light kiss on your gagged mouth.
while he lined his tip with your seeping hole, you whimpered against the fabric muffling your words. Shouta was painstakingly slow in pushing inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his immense girth as you moaned at the feeling of his veiny cock molding your walls.
when he finally bottomed out, he let out a low groan of pleasure before placing a hand on your chest and pushing you back to lay flat on the desk. âIâm beginning to think your lack of professional is what needs to be punished.â Shouta teased as he leisurely rolled his hips into yours causing your eyes to roll back. âbut I guess Iâll have to save your true penalty for tonight, since we need to be quick.â
 you nodded fervently as he began to slam into you, the desk creaking beneath you with every bullying thrust. âplease.â your beg came out muffled, but enough for him to understand.
Shoutaâs lips covered yours to add an extra layer of quieting your noises, his dick now repeatedly slamming into your walls with a fierce pace. he pulled away for a moment to spit onto your clit before his fingers began to work the sensitive nub. âdonât worry, sweetheart. tonight, youâre going to get a good punishment that I think you and I both will enjoy.â you whimpered at the thought, already knowing your ass would be bruised and sore come tomorrow morning.
âfuck Iâll never â mph â get sick of â hah â this pussy.â Shouta bit out with each smack of his hips into your ass, the noises the two of you were creating become filthier every second. as he brutally circled your clit, pinching it between his fingers, you moaned into the now wet fabric between your teeth. he always had been an expert at getting you close with almost no effort, and you could already feel the knot coiling in your stomach. âso perfect for me sweetheart. such a perfect wife.â
he was a little sad that he needed to be fast, wanting to savor every bit of you, but after looking at the clock Shouta realized that time was almost up. âgonna need you to â hmph â come on my cock now, sweetheart. need you to come before I fill you up.â
with his demand, he slapped a hand down onto your clit harshly, making your back arch off the desk in response. âShouta!â your husbandâs name barely passed your lips before he smacked your clit again, caressing it between each contact until you were coming undone beneath him. âmâ coming!â
Shouta swore under his breath as he watched your body convulse below, your pretty eyes rolling back just as your slick walls clenched around his cock. if he had more time, heâd keep going until you couldnât walk for a week â but heâd just have to save it for tonight. for now, he allowed his release to barrel over him alongside yours.
his head fell down between your covered tits, the fabric of your shirt doing nothing to hide them as he muffled his own whines of pleasure before he was shooting ropes of cum inside you. heâd buried himself to the hilt to make sure you got every last drop, praying it was deep enough to ensure it stayed trapped inside of you for the rest of the day.
with perfect timing, he started to come down from the high just as the bell rang, echoing in your now almost deaf ears. Shouta slowly pulled out, hissing at the loss of warmth against his cock, before quickly pulling his tie from your lips. he used it to clean himself up before kneeling down to wipe away any mess heâd left between your thighs.
âmaybe I shouldâve brought a backup pair of panties.â you groaned as you slowly sat up. ânow Iâm going to have to worry that our unborn children are going to leak down my thighs the rest of the day.â
âyou wicked woman, that foul mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.â Shouta smirked as he kissed you softly. you watched as he walked back around his desk and opened a drawer, before he pulled out a pair of your panties. âitâs a good thing I noticed before we left the house and brought these just in case.â
your jaw dropped out as you snatched them from him. âyou knew! and you let me think Iâd seduced you.â a pout formed on your lips before you slipped the underwear on, praying it was enough to prevent any embarrassment.
Shouta only caressed your head, his lips meeting yours again. âyou seduce me without even trying, sweetheart.â you grinned at the words until his hand gently wrapped around your throat. âbut donât forget, youâre still getting reprimanded later.â
youâd never been so excited to get punished.
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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)
Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)
Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)
Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)
Link to Hawks x reader here (word count: 1,903)
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Forgotten Feelings | Will Smith
summary: confessions are made when you get trapped in an elevator with your ex
trope: right person wrong time
warnings: swearing
word count: 2.65k
author note: I have been dying to get this one out! We are back on the celly writing train and I have to say I really liked to one. To the four people who asked for this to be released tonight here we are and I home we all see it as a little think for the boys making it into the final tmrw or in my case today, itâs 4am! this apart of the 500 celly, if you want to see more from this you can do so here!
Being Cutterâs sister came with a whole load of benefits.
You had a great older brother, a sports-active family. But most of all you met the guy that held all of your firsts that mattered to you, he was the first guy you slept with, the first you said I love you to. In truth though you werenât meant to fall for Will, it happened years ago but when you started dating at the end of your junior year after he kissed you at your families lake house.
What felt like cloud nine where youâd constantly see him with you driving to his during most breaks. His family adored you much like yours did him. But that was what made him breaking up with you hurt so much more.
When Will called you it seemed like nothing was wrong âhey babe!â You smiled shutting your door as the call connected âhey.â Will had something that plagued his mind and unfortunately for him you noticed it âyou okay?â You frowned fixing the strings of your hoodie.
He hated that he couldnât lie to you âyou know youâre a great person right?â The words rolled off of his tongue as it made you freeze âwhat are you getting at?â Your eyebrows raised as you grew skeptical âI think we should break up.â The hockey player blurted out as he had thought about this for the last week.
You were left silent as your mind went through all of the different reasons why he would want that âwe could end up on different sides of the-â as Will tried to explain it to you it made you lose it âdonât try to act like distance would now be a problem you dick!â You spat letting the tears roll down your cheeks âIâm just doing whatâs best for you.â In all honesty Will wanted to end things before he ended up on a regular team with Cutter.
But as you shook your head staring at the pictures of the two of you that hung on your wall âwhatâs best for me is deleting your number.â Before Will could say anymore the call was cut short as you threw your phone across the room as you pulled your body to your pillow âyou okay dimple?â Cutter called out as he knocked on your door. The nickname came from the bulging dimple you got in your left cheek whenever you smiled âdo I look okay?â You sniffled not noticing as your older brother pulled you into a hug.
Ending up at Boston University honestly wasnât intentional, but when Cutter heard had been accepted there you knew you couldnât say no to your brother. Thatâs how you ended up in the same class as Will. The shock that laced your face when you saw him was enough to have everyone picking up that you two had history.
Maybe it was stupid of Will to believe that you two could have gone back to what you once had but instead of getting to watch you fall back in love with him, he got to watch you flirt with a new guy at every party. What he didnât know was that you were doing that only to piss him off. All of the hurt you felt had turned into rage and you needed him to feel what you had to go through during the summer.
You were barely keeping yourself afloat as your heart never found its way to heal from the pain the breakup had you feeling. It was easy avoiding him in college as you two only had a handful of conversations during your first semester. Will wanted to see more of you but everytime he got close you were practically running the other way. Resulting in only a handful of conversations actually happening between you both.
When Cutter got called up to go to Sweden it was a no brainer for you to go watch him. Even with your family there you still couldnât face Will. It made you feel like you were going crazy when his sister would frown each time someone brought up Will around you. There were a group of Swedish girls that showed up at each of the games and they couldnât help but giggle each time Will got close to the board in front of you guys âcanât believe heâs single!â The girl cheered as you felt envy coarse through your veins.
Grace smiled as she leaned over to talk to you âthose girls donât mean anything.â What she wanted to say was that Will was still in love with you but of course she couldnât do that to him, not when he thought you moved on âeven if they did it would be fine.â You lied through your teeth as you watched them scroll through Willâs Instagram. You hadnât noticed that there were still so many pictures that once belonged to you on there.
You laughed as Will pulled his hat over his head "baby no!" He groaned as you pouted "but you look so cute." You mumbled running your fingers up his arm "give me a kiss first." Will pulled you onto his lap as he smirked.
His hands pinched at your waist as it made you squeal "want you doll." His fingers forced your jaw to look at him "you're so pretty." You blurted out making him smile "don't know what I'd do without you." Will sighed as he raked his fingers through your hair "still want that kiss?" You clicked your tongue making him laugh.
He nodded he licked his lips "think I should be taking pictures of you." Will mumbled as he kissed you, his eyes shut as he savored the taste of your vanilla lip oil on his tongue "now I'm getting that picture." The hockey player laughed at your determination "don't want this moment to end." You sighed seeing the date on your phone as you two only had a few more days left together before you were going home.
Will matched your look "then let's have it not end." He mumbled taking your phone as he flipped the camera taking a picture of the two of you as his lips pressed against your temple.
The memory replayed in your mind as the pictures from your time together at the lake house showed up on his feed. You weren't proud but when you got back to the hotel you were back on your phone and scrolling through his instagram account as you saw that not a single picture that you took had been deleted. Everyone in the comments gushed about how smiley Will was as nobody knew that it was you behind the camera and it was you that he was staring at. A picture in particular that you found yourself growing sick at was the first one he posted after the breakup. It was at the devs camp with San Jose and he just looked so unbelievably happy.
You wanted to curse him for that, you wanted to absolutely hate him for the way he pulled your heart from your chest and didn't look like he cared that he was no longer yours. Maybe it was the comments that those girls said earlier as it was finally getting to you, or maybe it was the fact that you noticed the thick silver chain that was on his neck. As you swore that it was the one that you had given him you began zooming into the picture, you changed the angles, you changed how zoomed in you were, and then you made the rookie mistake of actually liking the picture. As the red heart appeared you felt your own drop "fuck!" You whined kicking your legs as you shook your head.
It wasn't as though you could unlike it because the notification was still going to be sent to Will's phone and he was going to know that you had liked it. You hadn't even been given a chance to dig yourself a hole to let yourself crawl into it, Cutter had to call.
Because that's what brothers are for, right?
Your face hit your pillows as you answered "yes?" You groaned pressing it to your ear "dimple where are you?" Cutter frowned as he looked through the crowd trying to find you. Even as their family was there Cutter wanted his sister downstairs with him as he felt bad that Will and you still hadn't spoken "I will come down now." You pushed your hair out of your face as you began to rub your temple staring at the outfit that you were still in from earlier "good and if you see any of the other boys bring them with you!" Cutter's words made you laugh as you knew that it meant that the guys also weren't down yet either.
You mumbled something inchoerent as it made him laugh "just get down here in one piece okay?" He was amused as he shook his head hanging up the call "don't date another one of your brothers friends okay?" You spoke to yourself as you stared at the mirror.
It took you record time to get ready and now you were running to the elevator as you hit the ground floor button. Lousy elevator music clouded your ears all the way until you dropped two floors and were now left with the doors opening to one person you really didn't want to see "fuck." You mumbled to yourself as Will's face dropped "I'll wait for the next one." He offered going to press the close door button in your elevator but you shook your head.
Cutter was in the back of your head reminding you that you were strong enough to be civil with him "we can survive together in an elevator." You pointed out as you crossed your arms stepping to the side to give him space to stand in there with you "you played well today." You chewed at your lower lip as you stared at the ground.
Will sighed to himself as he hit the red stop button on the lift causing it to come to a halt "what the hell are you doing?" You yelled trying to pull his arm away but you were just too late "we need to talk about us." Will pointed to the gap between you both "what us are you exactly talking about?" You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.
You sucked at your teeth as you shook your head "because the last time I checked you broke up with me." Your finger pushed into his chest as you felt your throat begin to tighten "just hit the dang button so I can get out of here.â You pleaded as you motioned to the buttons of the wall âfine.â Will nodded as he pressed the button âwhat?â His eyes went wide as the elevator didnât start moving again.
When panic set in for him you did the same ���why are we moving?â You groaned as nothing happened âI think this is broken.â He announced placing his head in his hand âyeah no shit Will.â The hockey player rolled his eyes as he saw you sit on the ground.
You grumbled something yourself as you plotted all of the ways you could have killed him whilst he notified maintenance that you were in there âlook Iâm sorry that I got you stuck in here but it wouldnât have happened if you just spoke to me.â Willâs words had you ready to lean over and punch him now because maybe that could have gotten him to shut up.
It was clear he wanted a reaction âyou want to talk?â You snapped âthen letâs talk about how you decided to dump me when you knew I applied to BC too!â He wanted to blame the distance before âI did it so you didnât feel like I was the reason you picked it!â Will felt his voice break as tears welled in your eyes âyou had no right!â You furrowed your eyebrows as you picked at your fingers.
He watched your face contort âyet you still treat me like I donât exist.â It seriously did fuck with Will as he had to watch you talk to everyone but him âbecause it makes it easier.â You blurted out as you slapped your hand over your mouth realising that you were dangerously close to a can of worms âeasier to do what?â Willâs voice came out louder than he would have hoped as he sighed.
You groaned as you rubbed your hand over your face "I can't pretend anymore." You shook your head as he waited for an answer âall Iâm asking for this the truth.â In all honesty he didnât know when heâd get you like this next so for now Will wanted to air all of the dirty laundry.
So desperately you wanted the elevator to start working again in that moment so you wouldnât have to tell him âIâm maybe still slightly sort of somewhat in love with you.â You mumbled looking everywhere that he wasnât âyou are?â Will felt a smile form on his face as the words settled in the air.
It made you nod âI donât know why I am because youâve moved on so you wonât even care that Iâm telling you.â You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you watched him smirk âthis isnât funny!â You scoffed as you leaned forward to shove his shoulder.
But Will was too fast for you as he wrapped his hand around your wrist pulling you closer to him âyou think Iâve moved on?â He asked brushing your hair out of your face âlike I want to be anywhere else in the world?â Will added as he watched you lick your lips âsort of why you want to dump someone usually.â Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared at him.
He sighed as he watched you remain quiet âI broke up with you because I thought you deserved someone better.â Willâs confession has you sitting up straight as your pupils blew âsomeone b-better?â You stammered as you moved away from him âyou need someone who can be with you when you need them.â Will nodded as he brought his knees to his chest.
You now wanted to hit him because you were sad âyou were all I needed.â Your voice was just a whisper as you sent him a frown âgod Iâm so sorry.â Will apologised as he shook his head âhow did we fall so far?â You sighed as he reached out to cup your hand âbecause I wanted you to have more than I could give.â It made you smile as you shuffled so that you could sit next to him.
His words made you melt ânext time you tell me if you think I want more okay?â You let out a soft laugh as the boy tensed ânext time?â Will repeated your words as you nodded âI want to try again.â You mumbled staring down at his lips as though they were calling for you.
Will was quick to agree âIâd like that.â He brought his hand to your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss âfuck Iâve missed you.â The hockey player groaned as his voice had you smiling.
What felt like hours had passed by the time that the electricians came and fixed the elevator âthank god youâre okay!â Both of their families stood together as they saw their kids walk out âWill why are you wearing lipstick?â Grace smirked as Cutter stared at you âand why is yours all smudged?â Cutter added as he crossed his arms âfunny story.â You trailed off as you awkwardly smiled.
You ended up telling Cutter most of it, but the big detail you left out was that you now had a boyfriend.
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005. STUCK ON YOU (WRITTEN)
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haerin sat silently in front of her school, waiting for her best friend. they always walked home together, the two having grown very close over the years. but recently, y/n had been acting different. this school year y/n went into basketball, which haerin was happy for her. y/n loved basketball, she always tried to get haerin into it but she always refused. it's what made haerin think y/n and her were slowly growing apart.
y/n found new friends, people who actually had her interests and haerin felt that she was going to be left in the dust. y/n had helped haerin with a lot of things over the years, and haerin felt differently about her.
sure haerin had other friends like danielle, but she never felt such feelings for them like she did y/n. haerin was confused entirely on the situation, choosing to push those feelings to the side. she didnât need y/n thinking she was weird, especially if she wanted her to keep being her friend.
but haerin couldnât help but feel her heart hurt a bit at the sight of y/n leaving school with ningning, the two slowly approaching her.
âhi haerin!â y/n said, smiling widely at her best friend.
ningning simply waved, the girl seemingly stressed over something.
âhi y/n.â haerin said, returning ningningâs wave before getting up from her spot.
the three of them started walking together to their neighborhood, ningning and y/n discussing something about basketball. haerin wished she could contribute but she never really had interest in sports, so she just listened as they ranted on about their stupid coach.
âshe stresses me out so bad, i donât know how karina did it last year. she said sheâs glad to be in highschool now and that the coach is actually nice.â ningning says.
âwow really? i canât wait until we graduate then, i really wanna do basketball but itâs hard to maintain everything else in my life with so many practices.â y/n says, ning nodding in agreement.
âi miss karina too, she made it a lot better. i bet sheâd like you.â ningning says.
âshe seems cool.â y/n states, averting her gaze to haerin.
haerinâs eyes seemed focused on the ground, the girl was probably lost in thought.
âhaerin?â y/n called out to her friend, the girl immediately looking up at her.
âyeah?â haerin says.
âyou alright?â y/n asks, a concerned look taking over her face.
haerin had always been quiet but never this quiet, and especially not with y/n.
âyeah, donât worry.â haerin says, trying to look anywhere but at y/n.
y/n didnât reply, she knew something was up. she knew haerin too well, she would probably ask later. maybe haerin felt uncomfortable with talking about it in front of ningning.
the rest of the walk was pretty silent, ning and y/n talking about basketball briefly. ningningâs house was the first on the block, so she left before both of them.
ning waved to the two before entering her house, leaving haerin and y/n in a bit of an awkward silence.
y/n was confused about haerinâs behavior, truly being worried for the girl. it felt like they had been set back in time, back to when haerin was y/nâs seat mate the day they met.
y/n couldnât help but tap haerin on the shoulder, the latter looking up.
âhaerin are you really okay? youâre quieter than usual.â y/n asks, concern all over her at this point.
haerin blinked slowly like she always did before speaking up, âdo you still want to be my friend?â she asks, eyes meeting her friends.
y/n felt her heart break at the look haerin was giving her, âof course haerin, youâre my best friend.â
âyou shouldnât have to ever worry about whether or not i want to be your friend, iâll always be even through everything that happens in our future.â yn says, not missing haerinâs small smile.
âi love you, y/n.â
âi love you too haerin.â
â
haerin was waiting at the bus stop, having to take the bus today due to the rain. she never liked the rain, the loud noises and gloomy weather always made her feel sad.
danielle was by her side today, as you were nowhere to be seen.
"haerin, is y/n coming on the bus with us today?" danielle asks.
"i'm not sure, she hasn't texted me anything. maybe her mom picked her up." haerin shrugs.
danielle made a shocked face, confusing haerin until she turned around. there you were walking with woonhak and jaehyun, people who you swore you hated just weeks ago.
"when did they become friends?!" danielle whisper yelled to haerin, the girl didn't respond being too in shock.
the two boys were joking around, making you laugh too as the three of you made your way to the bus stop.
"hi rin, hi danielle!" you say, smiling at both of them.
"sorry i got held up, woonhak and jaehyun wanted to show me some shooting tips." you say, the two nervously smiling at haerin and danielle.
haerin chose to stay silent, waving at you before starting a conversation with danielle. you were confused, but continued talking to woonhak and jaehyun.
"yo, you didn't tell us you were friends with danielle!" woonhak whispers.
"why does it matter?" you question.
"in short woonhak's stupid, he somehow has beef with everyone." jaehyun says, making you realize.
"oh yeah, i used to hate him." you say, not noticing your words.
"wait hello?! what did i do?â woonhak exclaims, making you and jaehyun laugh.
âdonât worry about it, itâs in the past anyways.â you say, the words being loud enough for haerin to hear.
âitâs in the past anyways.â
haerin had to fight back tears in that moment, she knew you two were growing apart.
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I have not done any bitework really since the seminar (and it was a while before then even) so she is SUPER rusty but I kidnapped another person to feed to the dog get bit by my dog help out with some basic decoy-ing! She is pretty nervous around bigger dogs (people consider Tassie big? Wild) but she really wanted to do it anyways and was a very good sport about it.
Huge milestone for Tassie today with her, usually when I tell Tassie to bite a stranger she goes "Ugh I guess" but today she said "OKAY! :D" and absolutely did not hesitate to put a full bite onto my poor helper. I was actually not expecting that and had actually told my helper that Tassie would probably barely interact with her. Oops.
Timestamp explanations since traffic is so loud:
Right from the get-go I had my first indication that Tassie was way fucking overdue for this because she could not keep the sleeve out of her mouth. This continued for most of the session, as seen by the fact that she keeps focusing on the sleeve and trying to take potshots at it.
0:50 helper took her first bite and went "Okay I don't think I want to do that again" and I switched gears to other ways she could help, mostly by being a big distraction for her.
3:00-ish I tell my helper to yell at Tassie and call her names. My helper is the nicest person in the entire fucking world so hearing her scream "TASSIE YOU'RE A BITCH" was the funniest fucking thing in the world, especially because it was immediately followed by "YOUR MOMMY WANTS ME TO SAY BAD WORDS TO YOU!"
3:40 Emergency Out rehearsal! As I explain to my helper after, this is trained and practiced just often enough to keep it fresh just in case something might happen where I need to stop my dog while she's going for a bite, like say the decoy trips or god forbid a child runs onto the field. I like to know it's there!
Immediately after this Tassie lets me know she is extremely overheated so we take a brief break to spray her down with the hose and cool her down, to return at about 6:00 where my helper lets me know she wants to try the sleeve again. I put her closer to the dog so Tassie has less room to build up momentum, and we work on some self control a bit. It does not go anywhere near as well as it should because it's been so long but we hammer it back (side note, the reason we're struggling to slip the sleeve is because it's padded so thick that the satin liner on the inside basically creates a vacuum with our sweat. It is genuinely a struggle to remove it, especially with a dog attached applying pressure at a super inconvenient angle)
8:40-ish we try to revisit barking. Tassie has apparently forgotten all the work we've put into barking. I eventually settle for two very sad baby barks. I'll have to revisit it.
10:30 I've been starting to apply some additional pressure on her as she's coming in for the bite, mostly by swinging the clatter stick at her as she's coming in. Only took two tries to get her solid on it when we started, so I might have to find something else soon! This works for now though.
11:30-ish I parked her in the shade to cool down and had my helper straddle her in a down stay while I was a decent distance away. Helper put additional pressure on Tassie by squeezing her ribs with her feet and fidgeting. Tassie pinned her ears back a few times but otherwise completely ignored her!
12:30-ish we wrap up with a running bite, which is Tassie's favorite thing to do so I like to end with one. She does not time it very well and barely pinches the end of the sleeve with her canines and almost gets my fingers, and it took a few attempts to get her to regrip properly. Not the best but it was 85 degrees out so I let her end with it, she was working really hard for me in this heat and I wanted to end on a strong note.
#tassie#german shepherd dog#gsd#puppy stories#learned my lesson last time and am not posting the video on my other social#because if i get one more 'your dog isn't cut out for this' i'm going to detonate#hey look what happened when i pushed her boundaries#turns out she really enjoys it!#if i stopped working her on anything she didn't like immediately we'd never leave the house#would never have gotten to doing rally because she hated obedience training#and scent work would have never gone anywhere forget it that was a year of fighting her on that#turns out when i push her though she does end up loving what we do together and becomes a much more confident dog#wild#Youtube
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Uh, hi dad! I guess I'm just, uh, going to ramble about gender questions lol. I have wondered on and off for quite a while if I might be, like, NB or something? But I always just set it aside as idle adhd brain chatter. Several months ago I got a really short buzzcut, and it went really far towards helping my self esteem! But once again I didn't really think any more on it lol. Anyways, about a month ago I tried on a new sports bra, and I was amazed! It was the best I had ever felt seeing myself in the mirror!!! But within an hour I had a headache, and my chest hurt, and I was lightheaded. I took the sports bra off and was almost immediately fine again. Naturally this warranted an "aw darn đ" because the sports bra I liked didn't actually fit. It very quickly developed into an ". . . Oh darn đ˛" because while I may be dense, eventually 2 and 2 start to look an awful lot like 4, lol. I recently discovered the term 'agender', and it just felt like it. . . Clicked? We'll be doing some resale clothes shopping later today, and I'm hoping to be able to try finding some more androgynous stuff! Though if I'm perfectly honest, I don't really even know what I'll be looking for lol. And I haven't even been able to make myself consider if I would want different pronouns, because I really don't think I'm in a situation where it would be a practical possibility? I live in a pretty small rural area, and so there's not really anyone I know of to talk to.
So, I came to blabber at you! Lol. Sorry that that ran so long, and thank you for being awesome!
~x, a friendly roly-poly
Hey kiddo! Thank you so much for reaching out!
First, I honestly really don't mind about it being long! I'm always here to listen and I love hearing from people about their experiences with gender! I'm really happy that you've been able to discover that about yourself, and I'm so proud of you! You're always welcome here and I'm always here to listen!!
- dad x
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I had just remembered some fun memories so ig now it's time for some fun facts about me yey đ (this is so long but it made me happy đ¤ˇââď¸)
1. Every sports professor had been hit in the head with a ball at least once by me. The only exception is my college one because he just calls us on the exam day so I have never touched a ball with him (I also want to point out the fact that everytime I hit them wasn't planed, just an accident)
Now, I had a professor that no matter how much both of us tried I would always hit her the moment I had a ball in my hands and it got to the point where she banned me from playing with them but she was to much of a sweetheart to do it for long so until she moved I kept on hitting her (and I felt sorry for her but I also loved playing). Years later we just happened to bump into eachother but I had forgotten how she looked like by then and I recognized her for the simple fact that the moment she saw me, she tried to protect her head with her hands(she had met her mortal enemy again, now I can't help but remember the Jojo meme with those two people approaching eachother)
But seriously, I was fortunate that she wasn't mad at me and actually thought it was a bit funny so we had a good laugh when we met again <3 :)
2. The head of my middle school in my last year there started a man hunt. For context, we have an exam at the end of middle school to see in what high school we will get in and the adults at that time really cared about reputation in general (and some did just want the best for us so, not all bad) and one of the subjects was math. Now I am very bad at it and we had at a simulation a very simple exercise that was meant to give a point for even the most stupid, we had to draw the geometric figure they mentioned in the exercise, that's it and I just so happened to be the only one that got that wrong lmao so the head of the school was pissed to say the least and because he wasn't allowed to open the sealed exam paper, he went in every class, talked to every professor and said everything he could think of to try and find the idiot but nobody snitched up so he was forced to give up. I had a field day watching that man loose his cool though and I did tell a few professors of mine the truth so they also had fun with the whole situation (also at the real math exam I had one of those professors that knew as my supervisor so it was a bit funny when he saw I was the first one to finish and his face filled with horror)
3. There was an ad with a dude that did a poor electrical job and got electrocuted cartoon style. He was called Dorel (it's kinda like a meme name in my country) and I really liked that ad as a child so when my uncle will say "Dorel do *cartoon scene from the ad*" I would do it and it got to a point where I got so used to him calling me Dorel that I wouldn't respond to him (and only him because there were other members that liked the joke but didn't do it as often) unless he would use that name and he kinda panicked but everyone had a good laugh (I was very little like 2-3? so I don't remember but my mom told me the story and I just adore it)
3. Now some Romanian language lessons yey you didn't think you will learn something new today did you? Well, in my language we use a group of sounds to form certain words: "ce", "ci", "ge", "gi", "che", "chi", "ghe", "ghi" and my mom tried to teach me words with this sounds but her attempt failed miserably because she had made 1 crucial mistake, she said a fruit as the last word before she let me try and my little self decided to also say a fruit even if it didn't use what she wanted. I was very proud of myself for that at the time :))
4. As a child, I thought that flowers were growing from the petals and I had practically distroyed my grandma's garden, planting the petals in the ground thinking it's gonna become so pretty now that I helped and then called her to look at it. Poor women, no wonder she became as white as a ghost :))
5. In highschool I had a professor that I absolutely hated with a burning passion so whenever I thought she wasn't around, I would say things like "she's a witch" and "we should throw some water on her to melt her" and every time I would come to find out that she was just a few meters away from me (but she never said anything, and because it's not in her character to not say something when she didn't like a certain thing, I just assumed, hoped, prayed she never heard me). The funniest though was the fact that I was in some random part of my town on some business with my mom and I was badmouthing that professor again only for her to spawn out of nowhere right on the other side of the street. I swear she always appeared whenever I talked about her (even faster if I said something bad). Something similar happened with another professor that caught me swearing one day the "she's behind me isn't she" style and since then I would always without fail bump into her wherever I happened to be in school until she left (and until then I had never seen her outside of class)
This is all I remember for now, just some little shenanigans that I hold dear :)
#i am in a good mood#also I had said 18272 yeats agk that I would pist something nice to cheer myself up and forgot lol so this is it because why not#years ago* of course đ
#amd post* I do need some sleep#also if y'all want to say some funny memories or just talk about something you like I'm all ears#and* hope there are no more corrections to make
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Hi, could you write something with sunshine x grumpy couple but the other way round than normal? Like sunshine trev x grumpy reader, I feel like itâs never that why and trev is sunshine!
something about the sunshine - trevor zegras
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note: uh hi this ask was literally from so long ago so iâm sorry about that! i tried my best at this trope but it kinda just went off on its own little path so i hope it still does the request justice <33
âY/n! Howâs my favourite lady doing today?â You fight the urge to roll your eyes when Trevor walks into the room and plops down on your table.
You loved your job, really, being an athletic trainer for a major sports team was probably your biggest career goal and somehow you landed it as your first job. However, with it, you were under mountains of stress and out of everyone, Trevor always knew how to make it worse.
âBusyâ You mumble, finishing the last few forms you had to fill out on your laptop before shutting it. âDo you need something?â
âUh yeah, can you tape my ankle?â Your eyes dart up to look at him.
âYou need your ankle taped?â You ask curiously.
âYeah thatâs why Iâm here, jeez Y/n you should really try to keep upâ He teased and you shook your head.
âWhy do you need it taped? Practice is overâ You were just about ready to leave actually, it had been a long day and the bottle of rosĂŠ in your fridge at home was calling your name.
âYeah but⌠it hurts?â Trevorâs words came out in a questioning tone, like he was unsure why he was even asking.
âOkayâŚ?â You got up, reaching for the roll of tape on your desk and making your way over to him. You were halfway through taping his ankle when he spoke up again.
âJD and I are going out tonight, you should come hangâ
âIâm goodâ You mumbled, not letting your focus away from the task at hand.
âWeâre super fun! I promise youâll have a great timeâ You looked up to see him grinning widely at you.
âTrevor⌠weâre not friendsâ He froze for a minute before recalculating and his easy going façade was back.
âBut we could be?â It came out more as a question than he initially intended.
âIâm just here to work, I have enough friendsâ You mumble, âThanks thoughâ Trevorâs smile faltered but he didnât let it show for more than a split second.
It wasnât that you didnât like Trevor, in fact all the guys were great. You just didnât love mixing your work like and personal life.
âYouâre all doneâ You say as you lay the last piece of tape down. âIf your ankle hurts maybe you shouldnât be going out tonightâ You raise your eyebrow at him which only makes him smirk.
âThanks Y/n, see you tomorrowâ
âŚ
The season was well underway and you were busier than ever. You were down a few trainers and the Ducks staff had all been working around the clock to try and make up for it.
âThe world isnât going to stop turning if you take a breakâ You sigh, looking up from your computer to see Trevor and Jamie sauntering into your room.
âThanks Trevorâ You smile sarcastically. Over the past few months, youâd found yourself with both Trevor and Jamie more and more often. While you didnât let it cross your self drawn boundaries by seeing them away from work, they seemed to find their way to your room frequently, whether it was because they actually needed something or just to come bother you.
âAw cheer up sunshineâ
âDonât call me thatâ You bite back, annoyed with his presence already.
âSunflower? Gumdrop? Sweetheart?â Trevorâs rattling off words like thereâs no tomorrow, you glare at him until he stops.
âAre you having a stroke?â Jamie laughs at that but Trevor elbows him in retaliation.
âIâm trying to find a name that works for you babe, got any suggestions?â
âWhat do you guys need? Iâm almost done for the dayâ You checked the time to see that youâd already stayed an hour past what you wanted to which meant you were way too late to girls night, meaning youâd once again have to ditch your plans because of work.
âCome out with us tonight. Weâre meeting up with our friends from LA, youâll love themâ Trevor explained, nudging Jamie with his elbow which made him chime in as well.
âYeah, Trev tells Alex about you all the time, heâs dying to meet youâ Jamie coughs awkwardly when Trevorâs bony elbow hits him in the ribs.
âWeâve been over this beforeâŚâ You answer, not even looking up from your work.
âYeah but one of these days youâll come to your senses and realize how amazing of a time youâll have with usâ Trevor grinned and you faltered. Maybe it was because your night out with your girls was ruined or maybe after months of Trevor asking, heâd simply worn you down.
âFineâ You finally caved and you swear Trevor does a little happy dance.
âIâll send you the details, see you there!â Trevor is grinning ear to ear as he leaves the room, pulling Jamie behind him.
âŚ
The bar Trevor chooses is exactly the kind of bar youâd expect him to pick. Itâs packed, clearly a well-known spot in California, and youâre pretty sure thereâs some sort of filtering system at the entrance which only allows people with over 1 million followers in. Luckily, you didnât have to worry about that since you came with Trevor who somehow got himself on the list and your group is swiftly ushered to the VIP area.
âYou look fantasticâ Trevor grins at you once youâre all sat down at the table. He had already introduced you to his friend Alex and Jamieâs friend Quinton but he apparently hadnât taken a moment to really look at you until now.
âWatch it Trevor, weâre still work friends of some sortâ You point a finger at him and he laughs it off, knowing youâre only joking. To be fair, it was half a joke, half serious.
âIâm going for drinks, Jamie help meâ Trevor practically drags his best friend away from the table with him and you shift awkwardly in your seat. Leave it to Trevor to ditch you with (albeit seemingly nice) strangers.
âSo⌠you work for the Ducks?â Quinton asks and you smile awkwardly while nodding.
âTrainerâ You mumble and both boys nod, pretending to be interested youâre sure. You fall back into silence for a few moments before the two boys start talking about something else between the two of them and you sink back into your chair.
You shouldâve just stayed home tonight. Even though your original plans were wrecked, you shouldnât have agreed to coming out with Trevor and Jamie. You were very obviously crashing their plans; you certainly didnât fit in with a group of four hockey players.
You could only spiral so far before the boys returned, Trevor handing you a martini, your drink of choice. It took you a moment of staring at the glass before you looked at him, wondering how the hell he knew your typical order.
Trevor was too busy making fun of whatever it was Jamie said to the bartender so you didnât say anything, just took a sip of your drink. Immediately, you started coughing which attracted the attention of the guys quickly.
âWoah, slow it down there Y/nâ Trevor laughed and you shot him a look, hopefully playful enough to be passed off as a joke.
âYou okay?â Jamie asked, offering up his bottle of water which you waved off.
âFine. I just wasnât expecting the ginâ You drank vodka martinis. To be more precise, vodka martinis with a twist.
âShit sorryâ Trevor apologized, reaching to take your drink but you pulled it back. âIâll go get you a new oneâ He offered and while it was very nice of him, you refused.
âIâm fineâ You were firm enough that he didnât bother to ask again, simply turning back to the conversation that had already resumed.
You stuck around for a respectable amount of time before you started planning your escape. It wasnât that you didnât like Alex and Quinton, they were actually nice guys and fun to be around. Just as the night went on, the more you felt like you were imposing. You waited until Trevor left, taking Alex over to say hi to someone they knew who was just across the roped off area; fishing in your purse to get cash to cover your drinks, you slide over to Jamie, placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
âThanks for inviting me, tell Trevor thanks tooâ You hand him the money, flashing a quick smile and Jamie smiles back, quickly waving your money away.
âWe were both happy you finally said yes, youâre cool Y/nâ Jamie was sweet, honestly a little too sweet for an NHL player in your opinion.
âSee you tomorrow Drysdaleâ You say goodbye to Quinton before grabbing your purse and rushing towards the door, hoping you can get out without Trevor seeing you because you know exactly how that conversation would go.
You were almost to the exit when someone grabbed your arm. Your instincts kicked in and you pulled away quickly, freeing your arm roughly from the personâs grip. Preparing for the worst, you turn around, only to see Trevor.
âGod Trevor, I thought you were some creepy dudeâ You roll your eyes, turning back around and heading for the door, knowing heâs following close behind.
âNope, just meâ He leans forward and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
âClose enoughâ You retort and he pokes your arm playfully.
âWhy are you leaving?â Trevor finally asks when your both standing on the sidewalk outside of the bar.
âI work in the morningâ You answer, typing away on your phone, trying to get an Uber.
âSo do Iâ You look up to see him grinning at you which makes you roll your eyes.
âGo have fun with your boys, I have to goâ Trevor pouted and maybe if you were tapped out on your Trevor time, you wouldâve seen it as endearing.
âFine, Iâll see you tomorrowâ
âBye Trevorâ
âŚ
A few more months passed and you stuck to your rules, no more nights out with Trevor or Jamie and you were back to strictly work âfriendsâ only.
However, tonight was Dux in Tux, the organizationâs annual charity event and while it wasnât technically a night out with them, it was close enough.
âHow great do I look in this? Scale of 1-10â You shake your head at Trevor who had been flaunting his ugly shirt-tuxedo all night for you.
âGo do your jobâ The players were all supposed to be serving the tables and while most of them had been following orders well, Trevor had spent a lot of his time at your table. The other trainers found it funny, they werenât telling Trevor off but you had no problem in doing that.
âIs he bothering you?â You look up to see Max Jones behind Trevor, throwing an arm over the younger boyâs shoulder.
âAlwaysâ You answer with a smirk and Trevor sputters.
âZ, go help Jamie clear platesâ Max points over to where Jamie is trying to pick up the slack where Trevor had been lacking all night.
âBut this is my table!â Trevor pointed out and the table full of staff chuckled at the two grown men arguing about this.
âGoâ
âOh come on!â Trevor whined but trudged away anyways.
The rest of the night went smoothly, Trevor was kept busy, thanks to Max and you had easily avoided all the questions that had arisen from Trevorâs adamant presence at your table; the open bar had been a fantastic aid in that.
âHey Sunshine, need another drink?â Trevor asks when you approach the bar later on in the night. The guys had just finished their little show so there was a group of them hanging around the bar.
âSunshine?â Troy asks and a few of the other guys chime in as well.
âDonât call me thatâ You grit out. Trevor knew your boundaries but he liked to push them. He loved to bend your rules to see how far youâd let him go, how long you could stand him annoying you before you put an end to it.
âOh câmon babe donât be like thatâ Trevor grinned, throwing an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You groaned, trying to push him away but he wouldnât budge.
âWoah woah woah. What are we missing here?â McTavish asks and you shake your head, slipping out of Trevorâs hold.
âNothing, Trevorâs just a dick who likes to piss me off. Now if youâll excuse meâ You retrieve your fresh drink from the bar and hightail it over to your little group of staff, glad to hopefully be in a safe zone away from Trevor.
It doesnât work, in less than 15 minutes, Trevorâs excusing you from your own conversation and pulling you away from the event and into the hallway to the locker rooms.
âWhat is your deal tonight?â You ask, exasperated from all the antics heâs been pulling tonight.
âDoes it really piss you off when I do that stuff?â He asks frantically.
âWhat?â Youâre confused, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling very trapped in this hallway.
âWhy I call you sunshine and when I hang around you, do you really not like it?â Trevor asks, his gaze is heavy and you feel hot underneath it.
âWhat do you think Trevor?â You raise an eyebrow, honestly curious as to what he thinks you feel about him.
âAnswer meâ
âIâŚâ You trail off, unsure how to explain what exactly it is that you feel. Youâre not even sure yourself how you feel about Trevor. It started off as pure annoyance. You didnât like when he hung around your room at the rink, how heâd play with the rolls of tape you had on your desk (and how he usually stole them for himself). But somewhere over the course of the season, it changed into tolerance which the. shifted into fondness. And now, you honestly missed him on the days that he wasnât around for practice or a game for whatever reason.
âBecause if it really bothers you Iâll stop. I thought we were friends and had that kind of relationship but I mightâve read it wrong and Iâm sorry if I did, thatâs on meâ Trevor was rambling and you let him. It was cute. When he finished, you finally had collected your thoughts enough to speak.
âI donât hate itâ You pause as Trevor grins so wide youâre afraid itâll crack his cheeks. âBut the sunshine thing has to got stop around people at workâ
âIs that you saying you want to hang out with me?â Trevor was smiling so hard it made you want to laugh. âAnd is this a friends hang out or aâŚâ He winks over dramatically, âhang outâ
âYouâre so grossâ You laugh while shaking your head.
âYou love itâ
âEhhâ You scrunch up your face and Trevor rolls his eyes.
âŚ
After a couple months and many dates (most in Anaheim and then some when Trevor flew you out to visit him in New York after he went home for the summer) you found yourself with a boyfriend. It was probably breaking your ultimate rule but you didnât care. That was the thing about Trevor; when you were with him, nothing else mattered.
It was a weird adjustment at first but luckily, you had officially started dating during the off-season so you werenât exactly forced to come to terms with how this affected your work life just yet. Trevor always pushed it away, promising you that nothing would happen or change, that he would take care of it and that you trusted because how could they afford to make their star player upset?
After spending the summer travelling to and from Anaheim, you were both officially back for the season and you couldnât help but think about how things had changed just over the course of a few months.
âThat night we went out, how did you know I liked martinis? Or was that just a random guess?â Trevor looked down at you from where he was sitting on the couch while you laid with you head in his lap.
âUh⌠I donât rememberâ He cleared his throat then looked back at the TV which was playing the highlights of whatever baseball game was on today.
âYouâre lyingâ You said flatly.
âNo Iâm notâ You narrowed your eyes at him as he played with the short hair above his ear, twirling it as best he could around his finger.
âYes you are, youâre doing the weird thing with your hairâ Trevorâs hand freezes in itâs spot.
âOkay, Iâll explain but you have to promise you wonât think Iâm creepyâ He sighs, nudging you off his lap so you have to sit up next to him.
âWhat? Trevor-â You turn to face him, draping your legs over his and his hand automatically falls in place over them.
âPromise!â He insists.
âFine, I promiseâ You roll your eyes.
âAt every team event, Iâd kinda⌠watch you. That sounds so creepy. I wasnât like stalking you, Iâd just happen to look for you every once in a while and every time I saw you, you were drinking a martini with a twist. Obviously I didnât know you only drank vodka martinisâ He grumbled and you laugh.
âThat was the worst martini Iâd ever hadâ You gagged, thinking back to that night when you stubbornly finished the whole martini because you wouldnât let him get you a new one.
âWell I didnât know! Vodka and gin are both clear!â Trevor whined, his head falling back against the couch cushions.
âAt least youâve learned, hm?â You reach to play with his hair, combing through it with your fingers as a smile makes its way onto his face.
âYeah, thank god for thatâ He answers sarcastically which makes you smile.
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Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.
â... you are running from your problems, Mari,â Adrienâs exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. âLook, you donât have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not youâre gonna do anythingââ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. ââor if youâre gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.â
âIsnât that what Iâm doing?â Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.
âNo, youâre currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks youâre an easy mark,â he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. âYouâre ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. âI think Iâm coping just fine.â
âItâs better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,â Adrien reluctantly agreed. âBut not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,â he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the buildingâs edge. âWhich, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.â
âYouâre the one who followed me here,â she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. âGo ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you canât arrest or beat me up for defending myself!â
The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.
âThat might be true, but Iâm sure you know my policy on metas in my city,â he grumbled back at her. He wasnât necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasnât welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.
âOh, do you own this city now? I wasnât given the memo,â she retorted. âAnd considering I didnât even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. Iâm angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then itâs their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.â
Adrien saw the eyes on Batmanâs mask narrow even further. Marinette wasnât exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didnât wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldnât know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
âOkay, Monsieur Batman,â Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. âSheâs telling the truth, even if sheâs not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. Butâ well,â he grimaced. âWe didnât intend to run into you guys, but maybe itâs a good thing we did.â
âHow so?â Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasnât giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.
âI thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!â She said monotonously. âMe and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.â
Batman. Froze.
Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit himâ the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.
Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.
He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.
âBatcave?â He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.
âPlease,â Adrien agreed. âYou can probably help us, actually.â
â*â*â*â*â*
Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.
Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.
To be fair, the bats hadnât known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.
âCha Noir,â Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.
âJust call me Adrien. Chatâs out of the bagââ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, ââso might as well use my real name.â
Batman nodded. âAdrien, then,â he amended. âWhy are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?â
Adrien sighed. âI wasnât lying, before. Marinette,â he gestured to his hero partner. âJust found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesnât need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didnât want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other cityâ really, I beggedâ but she insisted on coming to Gotham.â
âThe never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,â she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobodyâs surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.
âThatâs what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a personâs suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didnât expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.â
âHence the whole just finding out that youâre a meta thing, right?â Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. âDid they never say you were adopted before?â
âItâs not in the system,â she replied easily. âMy parents have all the documentation to prove that Iâm their biological child, except Iâm not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,â she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. âThe details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice Leagueââ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinetteâs mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. ââa group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didnât exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. Thatâs when my parentâs friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock itâs latent abilities.â
âThose emotions being..?â Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.
âIntense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other peopleâs faces in.â
âThat last one is just an assumption,â Adrien chimed in. âAnd maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,â he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.
The crinkling of paper drew everyoneâs attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinetteâs situation and how she was made by CADMUS.
âUh,â Red Robin nervously spoke up. âWhatâs up, Batman?â
âYour genetic donors...â Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.
âYup. Isnât that just the most fucked up thing youâve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.â
âThat makes me nervous,â Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. âIt canât be that baââ
When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasnât in on it found themselves squirming.
âJust tell the rest of us, already!â Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.
âThe unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,â Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. âAre a very mad-scientistâs-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.â
âWe donât even know why they added Bruce Wayneâs DNA,â Adrien admitted. âAlthough our scientist friend thinks itâs because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but heâs a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,â Adrien shrugged. âThen maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Womanâs genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.â
âSo Iâm âthe cloneâ now, huh?â Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.
Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.
âCan I do a paternity test myself?â He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. âI trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.â
The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.
âSure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayneâs DNA sitting around to compare, orââ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.
âHoly shit,â she breathed, eyes wide. âYouâreâ and Luthor doesnât knowâ holy shit this is even worse than I thought,â Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.
Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. âOh my god,â he looked over at Marinette. âYou could take over the world.â
âI have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,â Marinette joked back, also hysterical.
When the batâs high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.
âI wanna go beat up random thugs again,â Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. âIâll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.â
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bloodlust ~ jasper hale;twilight
word count: 1754
request?: yes!
âIâm not sure if you do Twilight, but if so can you please write a Jasper Hale x reader where itâs just him coming to terms with his feelings and trying not to push the reader away just cause theyâre human. Thank you no matter what love :))â
description: when she thinks heâs avoiding her because he hates her, he has to tell her his biggest secret
pairing: jasper hale x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of death
masterlist (one, two)
I didnât understand Bellaâs extreme obsession with Edward Cullen after they started dating until Jasper Hale started showing me the same attention.
I had known Jasper since the Cullens moved to Forks. Or rather I knew of Jasper. Much like his adopted siblings, Jasper kept to himself or to the Cullens. It wasnât until our English teacher paired us together for a project that I finally got to know him.
Despite the whole school knowing that Jasper and Alice were together, I started to notice that the way he looked at me, or the way he treated me, mirrored Edward and Bellaâs own romance. And before I knew it, my feelings also mirrored Bellaâs.
I felt on top of the world to have the attention of such a beautiful man. I felt unworthy, but at the same time I felt a sense of pride. And overall, I felt strong, romantic feelings for Jasper; feelings I was sure he had for me as well.
Until he started ignoring me suddenly. He wouldnât talk to me, he changed seats in English class to be further away from me. He wouldnât even look at me when we were in the same room.
âHe hates me,â I said to Jessica as Jasper drifted past me in the lunchroom without acknowledgement once again. âI donât now why, but thatâs the only reason I can think of that heâd be ignoring me.â
âOr Alice has him back on her chain,â Jessica suggested with a shrug.
âHe and Alice broke up a while ago, Jess,â Angela pointed out. âDidnât you know that?â
I laughed as Jessica shook her head. âThe great gossip of Forks didnât know something? Mark the calendar, Angela, this is a historic day.â
Jessica threw her nearly rock hard dinner roll at me.
That evening while I was home alone, a knock came at my front door. Confused, I went to answer. I was shocked to see Jasper stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets.
âJas?â I said. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI owe you an explanation,â he told me. âCare for a drive?â
I followed him to the flashy sports car he drove, one of very few in all of Forks - the others belonging to his siblings. He held the door open for me as I got in. He was in the driverâs seat and had the car started before I even had my seatbelt on.
Jasperâs driving was way too fast, and he was weaving in and out of the cars too carelessly. I was starting to regret my decision to get in his car. One hand was gripping the passenger door so tightly my knuckles were white. Jasper noticed and chuckled.
âRelax, I drive like this all the time,â he assured me.
âSomehow that doesnât make me feel any better,â I muttered. Jasper chuckled again, which made me slightly annoyed.
After some time, Jasper pulled up to a hiking trail a short ways out of town. I watched him unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He paused, waiting for me to follow. I was starting to feel panicked and wondered why I had decided to go with him. Why had he brought me out here alone? Why hadnât I told anyone where I was going before I left home?
We walked in silence for a while. I started falling behind, stumbling over the twigs and rocks. At one point I almost fell, but Jasper was quick to steady me.
âI forgot you canât walk as quickly as I can,â he said. âWeâre almost there.â
âAlmost where?â I asked, but he had already started walking again.
We came to a clearing where the sun was just peaking through the trees. Jasper paused, looking back at me for a moment. âThis is going to look silly for a moment, but know there is something serious underneath it.â
Before I could ask, Jasper stepped into one of the sunny patches. I gasped as his skin lit up like a diamond under light. He looked anywhere but at me, as if afraid to see what my reaction to this was.
I approached him slowly, extending a hand towards him. I poked some exposed skin, wondering if I was about to find out I was dreaming or that Jasper had never been real to begin with. His skin was cold and hard as stone, and I realized in that moment that I had never touched Jasperâs bare skin before.
âWhat is this?â I asked. âWhat are you showing me?â
âI heard you talking to Jessica and Angela at lunch today,â he explained, âabout whether or not I hated you and if that was why I was avoiding you. But the truth is I was avoiding you for the opposite reason. I donât hate you, (Y/N). I never could, but Iâm dangerous. To you, anyways.â
I stepped back, feeling very uneasy. âWhat do you mean, Jas?â
âIâm not...human,â he explained. âAnd I havenât been for decades. There are many names for what I am, but the most commonly used is vampire.â
I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I was convinced this was some sort of practical joke on me, but I didnât think any of the Cullens were capable of doing that.
âAre...are all of you...â I started, trying to find my words.
âWe are,â he confirmed. âCarlisle found all of us and changed most of us. Thereâs a very long history about our family. I wonât go into it now, I know itâs a lot to take in.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â I asked him.
Jasper stepped out of the light, his skin almost immediately returning to normal. Every logical part of me was telling me not to let Jasper get closer to me, but at the same time I trusted him. I didnât think he was going to hurt me, I trusted him not to hurt me.
He reached out for me, but hesitated. Against my better judgement, I stepped forward to let him touch me. His hands were cold against the skin on my exposed arms. His golden eyes looked down into mine and I felt myself subconsciously leaning into his body.
âBecause I feel something for you that Iâve never felt for anyone besides Alice before,â he told me. âAnd I know you feel the same way for me. I tried to distance myself for your safety. Iâm still new to living with humans as I was the last to join the Cullenâs lifestyle of just feeding from animals, but I realized that was only hurting you more. I needed to tell you so that you could make your own decision about how you felt for me.â
He was right, it was a lot to take in. I had so many questions, but at the mention of Alice I realized there was one outstanding question I needed answered before we went any further.
âWhat about you and Alice?â I asked. âYou two have been together...I guess basically forever. What made you two decide to break up?â
âAlice, Edward and I all have special powers that we developed after we were changed. Edward can read minds, I can feel and manipulate emotions - which is how I know for sure that you feel the same way for me - and Alice can see the future. She saw many visions that included you - most of which included the two of us in a romantic setting. I told her it would never happen because I loved her so much, but she was so sure Iâd love you too. She told me to wait until we were paired up for that project and Iâd actually get to know you, then I could make that decision.â
I winced. Knowing that Alice saw visions of her boyfriend falling in love with another woman - a human at that - before Jasper even knew I existed made me feel guilty.
âWas she angry?â I asked, my voice a whisper.
Jasper laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed through the otherwise empty woods. âNot at all. If anything, she was excited. She claims that you two are going to be best friends the way she is with Bella, and sheâs very excited to have another female in the family. That is...if youâre still willing to be with me with...what you know now.â
I had to admit, the thought of the person I was in love with being a vampire was terrifying. Not because of the needing to drink blood to live - like I said, I trusted Jasper. If his or any of the Cullensâ desire for blood was a risk, they wouldnât be living amongst humans. But the thought of growing old while Jasper remained the same age forever, of him eventually not wanting to be with me because of that age difference was terrifying. And the alternative...I didnât want to consider that right now.
I moved closer to Jasper. He moved his hands to my waist, pulling me so that my body was touching his. Our lips were inches away, and I finally leaned in to close the gap between us.
His lips, much like the rest of his body, were cold, but I felt a sensation when kissing him that I had never felt before. I placed a hand against his face, gently stroking his hard skin as our lips moved perfectly together. His grip around my waist tightened a little, but not enough to hurt me. It felt more like he was making sure I wouldnât disappear on him.
I pulled away first, resting my forehead against his. âI hope that gives you your answer.â
He smiled and I felt a happy sensation wash over me. I remembered he said he could manipulate the emotions of others and I wondered if his happiness was so strong that it was effecting me as well, or if he wanted me to know how happy he felt.
âWe should get you home,â he said. âYour parents will probably be worried sick if they come home and youâre missing.â
âYouâre right,â I said. I reluctantly pulled him his grasp, but took his hand in mine as we walked back to the car. âBut can you not drive like a maniac on the way home? Iâd rather not die of a heart attack in your car.â
Jasper chuckled. âNo promises. One thing you have to learn about vampires, we love to go fast.â
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Kyahhh your rejecting you and regretting series is just so freaking good . Uhmmm idk if you are taking requests right now but can I please request for Ushijima and Kita?Thank you so much!
Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 4
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Hey, bub. I'm so glad to hear that you've been enjoying my works. Here's your request for the part 4 and final (as of now) part of the rejecting and regretting you series. Have a good day and stay hydrated! âĽď¸
genre: angst to fluff
warnings: semi-rude behavior (resolved), no cursing in this one because these men drink their respect women juice daily
ft. ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke
title says it all
Kita Shinsuke
Kita is your childhood friend
The moment the two of you were introduced to each other by your grandmothers, you instantly clicked
Same as through with him, you loved spending your time being productive and following a certain routine so it's no question that as you both grew up, you started gaining romantic feelings towards him
You've been thinking of confessing but never really had the chance because he was always busy with volleyball practice
So when you finally managed to get some alone time, you didn't hesitate to voice out your feelings, not knowing that the answer you're hoping for isn't the answer you're going to get
"You're staring again."
You snapped out of your thoughts when Kita stopped infront of you, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied your face.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, uh, yes! I'm sorry. I was just thinking," you answered sheepishly while scratching the back of your head.
You mentally cursed yourself for spacing out on him. This is the only chance you're getting and you can't afford to waste it.
"About what?" Shinsuke asked as you both continued your walk on the way home since you only live apart each other. Plus, his grandma had always told him to never let you walk home alone especially at night.
"Huh?"
"You said you were thinking. About what?" Shinsuke gently tugged at the sleeve of your jacket, changing your positions so that he was closer to the road than you are.
You felt yourself blushing at the small gesture and looked at his hand that was still holding your jacket.
You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat and stopped walking, the act stopping Kita as well due to him holding you.
Kita looked at you worriedly and placed both hands on your shoulders, his head dipping slightly to get a closer look at your face. "Are you oka-"
"You," you answered without focusing your gaze to him. "I've been thinking about you."
When you felt him taking his hands off your shoulders, you immediately looked up. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"
The look he had is something you can't decipher but if you were to analyze it based on what you can see, it's a look you never wanted to see again.
Silence reigned the two of you, eyes staring at each other as if you're both trying to figure out what the other was thinking.
"No," Kita said, breaking the silence. "But it's best if we don't discuss the issue any further."
At that, he faced forward and continued walking as if nothing happened but as you stared at his back, you realized that somehow, he knew what you were trying to imply.
And the sad part is that he chose to ignore it and act unbothered as if he didn't just indirectly broke your heart.
Once you reached your destination, you faced him with an anxious smile and Kita didn't fail to notice this, as well as your habit of shifting from foot to foot whenever you wanted to say something.
"I like you, Shin," you blurted out nervously, your heart beating erratically and your palms becoming sweaty. "I don't know when it started but suddenly, I just woke up and realized that what I'm feeling towards you is no longer within the range of friendship. It's something more and I just wanted to let you know."
"I am well aware of that but I'm sorry, y/n. I can't return your feelings."
You bit your lower lip to hold in your tears and as much as you wanted to shout at him to accept your confession, you can't just force someone to love you back because it doesnât work that way.
"Geez, can't you even say it gently?" you said with a forced chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't hold any grudges."
You let out a sigh before looking up at him and Kita was surprised to see that there are no traces of anger. He expected you to lash out but it seemed like he was wrong.
"I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't overwork yourself, okay?" With that, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning around to cross the road.
Kita could only stare at you as he watched you enter your household, your figure vanishing from his sight as the door finally closed.
Kita is a practical man.
He knows how to separate what is right from what is wrong.
Because of this, people often see him as someone who's perfect, sometimes even being compared to a robot due to his nature. But Kita is far from perfect, and he knew that.
Because as he laid in his bed that night, he realized that he just made a big, wrong decision, and he had nobody but himself to blame.
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Kita didn't know if he should be happy or not. Actually, he should be happy. After all, he just rejected you and still, here you are, walking beside him as you made your way to school.
He kept glancing at you, observing wether you were pretending or not but he knew that it isn't in your nature to be a pretentious person. You've always worn your emotions on your sleeve which made it too easy for people to read you.
"Ah, Shin. You don't have to walk me home later," you said with a sheepish smile. "My friend is actually going to walk me home so.."
"Alright. Be sure to send me a message when you're on the way home." Despite how 'normal' it sounded, Kita was actually feeling something unpleasant inside him. It was a feeling he was well aware of but had never experienced himself.
The day progressed fast. One moment, he was entering his first class and the next, he's already checking wether all the sports equipment were put back in their proper places.
As he walked out of the gym, Kita instinctively brought out his phone to check for any messages, yours to be specific.
"Ya alright, Kita-san?" came Atsumu.
Kita simply nodded and glanced at his phone again before keeping it, disappointment filling him as he realized that you're not planning to message him at all.
Without you to walk home with, Kita decided to join his team mates, yet despite the noise his team naturally carried, Kita's mind was still preoccupied.
He thought of how you must be doing or if you arrived home safely. He thought of how different the things would've turned out if he hadn't rejected you.
He thought of you.
"Isn't that y/n-san?"
Kita's attention immediately went back to Earth, his eyes following the direction Atsumu was pointing at and just like he said, you were indeed at the other side of the road, walking alone while hugging yourself as you shivered ever so slightly.
Without any words, Kita headed towards your direction and his team mates knew better than to interfere. After all, they knew their captain well. It wasn't that hard to notice how off he was today.
"I thought I told you to message me."
You gasped as Kita suddenly appeared beside you, draping his jacket over your shoulder which immediately surrounded you with his familiar scent.
"Sorry, I forgot," you said while tugging at the end of his jacket sleeves.
"Mhm, and you also said that your friend is going to walk you home yet I don't see anyone beside you." Kita said with a serious tone.
"About that..." You scratched the back of your head as you tried to think of any excuses but you knew that lying would be pointless.
"What if someone kidnapped you? Or worse, took advantage of you? You know I don't like you walking alone especially when the sun had already set yet you still did it. Why did you lie?"
You felt like a child being scolded by your mother but instead of taking it the wrong way, you knew that Kita was only looking out for you. It was just ironic that he broke your heart yet still showed his deep concern for your being.
"It's because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," you finally admitted. "I just confessed to you yesterday and I thought thay maybe I might make you uncomfortable if I kept sticking beside you. I didn't want to be an inconvenience."
"What are you talking about?" Kita stopped walking and turned towards you. "You were never an inconvenience and will never be one."
"Sorry, Shin."
"No. I should be the one to apologize. I made a very rash decision yesterday and ended up rejecting you. I thought that having romantic feelings towards someone would just be a waste of time but I came to realize that it isn't a waste of time if its with you," Kita said with a gentle look on his face.
You didn't speak for a few seconds and just let his words sink in, a feeling of hope igniting inside you when you realized what he was trying to say. "Do you mean that?" you asked hopefully.
"Have I ever lied to you?" Seeing you shake your head no, Kita leaned in to press his forehead against yours. "I like you, y/n."
You felt your heart beat picking up with those simple words and without waiting for anything else, you pressed your lips against his.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Being the cousin of Tendou Satori had its perks
And one of those perks is the opportunity to see Ushijima everyday
You are only a year younger than them yet despite that, you get along with the team very well
After all, it had been a part of your daily routine to always visit the school's gym
What you didn't expect, however, was to fall for a certain captain
And you, being one of the most open and honest person, confessed the moment you realized your feelings towards him
And despite being turned down several times already, you still persisted, claiming that you'll do everything to make him fall for you
But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just isn't enough
"Where's 'Toshi?" you asked Satori when you entered the gym, flashing a small smile to the others before sitting down on an empty bench.
"Talking to the coach." Satori looked at the plastic you were holding and grinned as he noticed what was inside. "Really, y/n-chan? You know that won't work on Ushiwaka, right?"
You just shrugged and placed the item beside you. "It's worth a try, 'Tori. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to get a reaction out of him."
"Y/n."
You looked behind you upon hearing Wakatoshi. "Hi, Toshi. Did you miss me?" you said and flashed him a bubbly smile.
"You always come here everyday. I do not see any reason for me to miss you," he simply answered before taking a seat beside you, eyes glancing at the carrot stuffed toy before focusing on the court.
Satori, who witnessed the whole exchange, just laughed at you, his eyes squinting as he clutched his stomach in tears. "Well, there's your reaction," he said while still catching his breath.
"You don't have to be so mean, Toshi." You pouted and handed him the stuffed toy you brought.
"What's this for?" he asked in slight confusion while examining the carrot you gave him.
"That's a gift. Haven't you noticed? Its been 8 months since I started courting you." You grinned at him.
"Oh? Y/n's courting captain?" came Tsutomu who was wiping his sweat with a clean towel, eyes glancing at the carrot before he exclaimed, "I want one too!"
"Have it." Your eyes widened when Ushijima handed the carrot stuffed toy to Tsutomu. "I don't need it, and please stop giving me stuff from now on. They are irrelevant."
"I worked hard for that! You don't know how much token I spent just to get that from the claw machine!" You frowned at Wakatoshi and took the toy from Tsutomu who's now obviously confused with what's happening.
"Then I'll pay the amount you spent. Just stop giving me random stuff from now on. I don't need them and I don't have any feelings for you," Ushijima said with a passive voice.
You bowed your head and Satori immediately panicked, his arm reaching out to you but you only recoiled. "You're the worst, Toshi!" you yelled at Ushijima before dropping the toy on the floor and running out of the gym.
All three of them were in shock at your outburst, completely not expecting you to say such thing. You've always been bubbly around them so hearing those words from you was something they never expected coming.
"I think you made y/n mad, Captain," Tsutomu said while picking the carrot and dusting it off.
"But all I did was say the truth," Ushijima reasoned out, eyes focused on Tsutomu who was now hugging the toy that was supposed to be his.
Satori just sighed and turned around to go back practicing.
"Captain?" Tsutomu muttered with a confused look as Ushijima suddenly took the carrot from him.
"It's mine."
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For the sixth time of the day, Ushijima glanced at the closed door of the gym.
It had been almost a week and he haven't caught a single glimpse of you. No visits, no 'coincidentally' bumping on each other despite having different floor levels, nor surprised bentos. Nothing. It basically felt as if you don't exist anymore.
He doesn't even know why he seemed bothered with it. Wasn't it him who pushed you away? He should feel relieved now that you were no longer bothering him, right?
Then why did it felt like he was missing you?
"Y/n's not coming," Tendou said beside Ushijima.
"I know. They haven't been visiting lately." Ushijima stared at Tendou seriously, making the red hair chuckle before raising his hands up in surrender.
"I don't have any idea where y/n-chan is. Even if I do, my lips are sealed," Tendou said before making a zipper motion.
Ushijima sighed and looked down at the ball resting between his feet. "I don't like it when they're avoiding me."
"Hm, I can't blame my cousin for doing that though. They've been pining over you for quite a while now and each time they confess, you end up rejecting them. I guess yesterday was their breaking point," Satori explained with a shrug, "Maybe you got used to the feeling of them coming back everytime you reject them that you don't know how to feel now that they stopped chasing you."
"I..like y/n."
Just as he said those words, the gym doors suddenly opened. You entered with your usual bubbly expression, a wrapped bento in hand as you made your way to them.
"I noticed that you weren't carrying your bento awhile ago so I brought it with me," you said as you handed the bento to Satori, not even bothering to spare a glance at Ushijima who was intensely looking at you.
"Y/n," Ushijima said making you turn to him.
"Yes Ushijima-san?"
Ushijima blinked at the mention of his surname. He knew that it was normal for people to call him Ushijima since it was his name but hearing you say it seemed bothering for some reason. He was used to you calling him either Toshi or Waka-kun.
"I like you, y/n," he said without hesitation.
Satori facepalmed at Ushijima's straightforwardness. Deciding to give you both some space, he stood up and walked away with his bento, leaving the two of you to talk.
You sat down and crossed your arms over chest, body facing Wakatoshi as you waited for him to explain and apologize properly.
"I'm sorry for how I acted a few days ago, I was merely being honest that time, but now I realized that I like you too... and I also did not mean to disregard your efforts just to get Mr. Carrot," Ushijima said while slightly scooting closer to you, his hand obviously trying to reach for yours.
"You named the stuff toy Mr. Carrot?" you asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't need it.."
"That was a mistake. Mr. Carrot is actually sleeping in my bed as of this moment." The side of Ushijima's lips curled up when you giggled, the sound making his heart race.
"I appreciate you trying to be nice to me, Toshi, but you really hurt me back then, you know? I even had to stay away for a couple of days," you said before looking down at your lap to play with your fingers.
Panic started bubbling up inside Ushijima at your sudden silence. Swallowing the lump inside his throat, he asked you carefully, "Do you still like me? I'm really sorry, y/n. I missed your presence inside the gym. It's not the same without you. It's been too... quiet. Please give me another chance."
You lifted your head upon hearing that, clearly not expecting Ushijima to say those words in almost a pleading manner.
Ushijima took your surprised reaction as a cue to continue. He carefully took your hand in his, his hand completely engulfing yours as he intertwined your fingers. "I won't be aggressive towards you anymore. I know you said you hate me and I'm not the best at this kind of things but for you, I'll try."
You pulled your hand away from him, only to quickly wrap your arms around him, the action obviously catching Ushijima off guard. "I never hated you, 'Toshi," you mumbled with your face buried to his chest.
"Does that mean you still like me?" He said as soon as he composed himself, an unusual soft expression forming on his face when he felt you nodding.
You felt yourself melting even more to his touch when he secured an arm around your waist. "I like you so much, 'Toshi," you said as you looked up him.
"I like you too, y/n." With that, Ushijima leaned down to press a lingering kiss on your forehead.
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bad day | jj maybank x reader
summary: jj has a bad day and he just wants to be with you
warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, sad jj, fluffy ending (ofc)
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To the outside world, JJ Maybank has a perfect life. He has the best group of friends, he parties all the time, he has all the freedom in the world, and most importantly, he has you.
To the outside world, it is practically impossible for JJ Maybank to have a bad day. How can you have a bad day when you have a perfect life?
The only person in the world that knew that bad days are actually a common occurrence in JJâs life, was you.
When the two of you had first started dating over a year ago, you too had believed that JJâs life was perfect. His outgoing personality and carefree nature were what initially attracted him to you and he fought hard to maintain that persona. It wasn't until three months into your relationship that you realized that the blonde boy had it so much harder than you could've possibly imagined.
Truth be told, JJ didn't open up to you on purpose. In fact, if he had it his way, you would have never had to see him break down the way that he did.
You didn't know what to do when you first found your boyfriend laying on the bathroom floor in the Chateau, body shaking with sobs. At first, you thought he had been in another rough quarrel with Rafe and his friends. But when he looked up at you, tear stains on his cheeks and the saddest eyes you had ever seen, you knew this wasn't just some run-in with a couple of kooks.
It didn't take long for you to get over your original state of shock and comfort the boy. Your younger sister had bad anxiety and experienced panic attacks often, and still, you found yourself on the less prepared side when it came to soothing the blonde you adored so much. It was hard for you to understand that the tough, wild, teenager that you had fallen in love with was simply a cover for the fragile boy inside.
You can still vividly remember sitting on the bathroom floor for hours with JJ. Despite your unfamiliarity with your boyfriendâs suffering, there was not one second that you had even remotely questioned your love for him. If anything, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your appreciation for him grow.
JJ himself, on the other hand, did not know how to accept the comfort you had given him. He was so used to being alone every time he was feeling down. So used to hiding all of his emotions from the people around him.Â
The two of you went through many difficult nights of him pushing you away and trying to block you out. But just as fast as he was building up his wall, you were tearing it down.
JJ doesn't know the exact moment when he allowed himself to succumb to your solace. Still to this day, it's hard for him to believe that someone as beautiful and compassionate as you can possibly love someone like him.
The more he let you in, the harder it was to be without you and now, whenever he had a run-in with his father or was unsure of himself, his first impulse was to call you.
You never hesitated to comfort the boy, knowing that he would do the same for you. And as much as you tried to stay strong for JJ, sometimes everything got to be a little bit too much.Â
JJ will never forget the day you were holding him after a fight with his father and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You let out heart-wrenching sobs into his hair. The sound alone brought tears to his own eyes and the two of you held each other all night, whispering sweet nothing to one another.
JJ is having a bad day.
He should have known when he woke up this morning and you weren't in his arms. He glanced over, immediately recognizing your small handwriting on a blue sticky note which was stuck to your pillow. The note explained that your parents had asked you to come home, but that you would come back to the chateau to be with him that night.
have a great day and don't miss me too much lovie!
His heart fluttered at your sweet words. How did he get so god damn lucky? Popping open his phone case, JJ folds your note and sticks it inside, just in case he needs to read it again later.
Despite the loving feeling he got in his chest while reading your note, his day quickly went downhill.
When JJ opened the cabinets above the sink to make himself a bowl of cereal, they were empty. He brushed it off and went to work with an empty stomach.
At the hotel, a group of kids bumped into him while he was clearing a table and he dropped a wine glass on the floor, shattering it. His boss chewed him out for 30 minutes before putting him on dish duty for the rest of his shift.
After work, JJ went to the local market and used his tip money from the day to buy a sandwich and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for you. He knew you would make a big fuss about him spending his money on you, but he loved to see the cute look of surprise on your face whenever he got you something like this. It made whatever he had gotten for you worth every penny.
On his way back to the Chateau, JJ was stopped by none other than Rafe, Topper, and Kelse on their bikes. He tried his best to ignore them, knowing that you hated when he got into fights, but as soon as Rafe mentioned a snide comment about your ass, JJ immediately threw the first punch. He didn't realize until after the fact that one of them had stomped on the flowers he bought for you.
As much as he hated it, the blonde boy knew he needed to go home to get a fresh pair of clothes. He could always ask you to get a pair from the drawer of his clothes you had in your room, but that would require telling you what had happened and he didn't want to be a bother while you were with your family.
He knew he was screwed when he arrived at his âhouseâ and saw his father's truck parked in the dirt outside. JJ hoped that he would be able to slip by without being noticed, but his horrible luck from the day continued.
His father was in the stage of his drinking where he was drunk enough to be angry with his son, but not drunk enough for JJ to outrun him.
JJâs cheek throbbed on his walk back to the Chateau and he was sure that he was sporting a fresh black eye. His ribs were sore as hell and the only thing that kept him moving was the thought of seeing you.
When he arrived at John Bâs house he instantly took note of your missing car. He prayed that you had simply walked and that he would see you laying on the couch when he entered.
There was someone sitting on the couch, but it was not the person JJ was looking for.
âDude,â John B said when he noticed JJâs figure standing in the doorway. âWhat happened to your face?â
âWhere's (Y/N),â the blonde asked, ignoring Johnâs question.
âShe called and said she wasn't sure if she would make it,â Kie said, drawing JJâs attention to where she was standing. âHer friend Carleeâs boyfriend cheated on her, so she went to comfort her. She said she tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail,â the curly-haired girl explained.
Glancing down at his phone, JJ noticed it was dead. His shoulders slumped. All he wanted was to see his girl after a shit day, was that too much to ask? He knew first hand your dedication to your loved ones, and he knew it wasn't fair of him to want all of your comfort and love for himself, but he couldn't help it.
You were too nice, he decided. But that's why he loved you so much, wasn't it?
âSo what happened to your face,â John B asked again, taking a sip of his beer.
JJ glowered at his best friend. âWhat do you care,â he snapped. He knew he shouldn't take his frustrations out on John B, but you were his coping method and he didn't know what to do without that.
John B raised his hands in defense, standing up to grab another beer. âJeez, dude,â he said, âJust asking.â
âWell maybe you should mind your own goddamn business,â JJ yelled.
The brunette boy halted his actions and turned to face JJ. âWhat the fuck, man?â he asked, voice rising. âYou really want to do this.â
âYeah, I do.â He definitely didn't. âYou know,â JJ snapped, âMaybe if you spent time with your actual friends instead of your fucking kook girlfriend, you would know what was going on in my life.â
John B scoffed âThat's rich coming from the guy who spends every waking moment trying to impress a girl who's way out of his league,â he yells.
JJ knows he's right. You were too good for him. But you chose him anyway. Why?
âFuck you,â JJ sneers, shoving past his best friend and walking out the back doors. He needed space.
You were getting ready to leave your friend's house when Kiara called you.Â
Carlee was a sweet girl, and her douche of a boyfriend definitely didn't deserve her so you told her exactly that. But this wasn't the first time something like that had happened between them and based on previous occurrences, you figured Carlee would go a week before she decided to get back together with him.
It was times like these where you really thanked your lucky stars that you had found a boy like JJ. The two of you had your moments like any healthy couple, but you knew in your heart that he would never do anything to purposely hurt you.
You smiled when you saw Kieâs contact. âHey girl,â you answer in a country accent, giggling at the end.
â(Y/N),â she said and your smile dropped, immediately understanding that there was something wrong. âYou need to come to the Chateau right now.â
Your feet skid to a stop and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. âWhat happened? Is JJ okay?â you ask her in a rushed tone.
Kieâs voice is shaky when she speaks. âHe came over today with a black eye and a bruised cheek and when John B asked about it JJ kind of freaked out,â she explains. âThey are screaming at each other right now. (Y/N), you gotta come quick,â you could hear yelling in the background.
âI'm on my way,â you assure her, hanging up. You run to your car, heart twisting in worry. It wasn't like your boyfriend to act like this so you knew something had to have happened.
You drove to the Chateau faster than you ever have before, getting there in under five minutes. The second your car pulled up to the house. You were flying out of your car and running inside the screen door.
âHe's outback,â John B says upon seeing you enter.
Your eyes snap to him and they soften at the sight of his distraught face. âYou alright, JB?â you ask.
He nods slowly. âI've never seen him like that, (Y/N),â John B tells you, his voice laced with worry. âYou gotta help him.â
You nod your head, walking outside to find your boyfriend. You don't have to go far, spotting his hunched over the figure on the porch steps.
Slowly, you make your way towards the boy, and despite the fact that it's the middle of summer he is shivering violently.
You place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinches away from your touch. Your heart breaks at his reaction. âJJ, love, it's me,â you tell him softly, crouching down next to his body.
Hearing your voice, JJ lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red-rimmed and filled with tears and the skin around the right one is hidden by blue and purple. Your eyes scan his face and you take note of the bruise on his cheekbone and his split lip. Your hands itch to remove his shirt, knowing that there are more hidden underneath.
The sound of JJâs choked sob brings your eyes instantly back to his.Â
âOh, J,â you say sorrowfully, opening your arms for him. âCâmere.â
The blonde boy instantly falls into your embrace and you cradle his body tightly. He sobs into your shoulder and you feel a wet patch grow in your shirt. âI needed you, I need you,â he cries into your shoulder.
Softly shushing him, you run your fingers through his hair. âI'm here, J, I'm here,â you tell him, your heart aching for the boy in your arms. You don't know exactly how long you sit there, his hands clutching the back of your shirt tightly.
Slowly, his sobs die down before he is only sniffling every few seconds.
You pull back slightly, tenderly cupping his face in your hands. âCan we go inside?â you ask, gently brushing back the blonde curl that had fallen over his forehead.
JJ nods slightly and you stand up on the porch, helping him do the same. You bite your lip when you notice his subtle limp on the way inside. You notice how quiet the Chateau is and silently thank John B and Kiara for giving JJ the space he needs.
 Leading him into the bathroom, you help JJ sit on the counter and you quickly grab the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.
Opening it, you grab a cotton swab and an alcohol wipe to clean his lip and cheek, wordlessly realizing how many times you've had to do this.
âWhy are you here,â the blonde boy asks abruptly. If you weren't paying attention you would have missed his small voice.
âWhat'd you mean, J?â you ask, continuing your work.
JJ sighs. âWhy are you here?â he asks again, slightly louder, but still quieter than you are used too.
âWell, I was leaving Carleeâs house and Kie called me and told me that you-â JJ cuts you off, pulling away from your grasp slightly.
âNo, (Y/N),â his tone is harsh but you can hear the brokenness laced behind it. âWhy are you here? With me instead of with your friends? Or better yet another guy that can buy you nice things and doesn't have emotional trauma? A guy who's not broken?â he says the word with such hatred that it shakes you to your core.
âJJ,â you gasp, hurt flashing across your features. How could he think that? JJ instantly wants to take it back, but he wants even more to know your answer. âYou are not broken, you hear me?â you say, honesty clear in your voice. âYour flaws are what make you, you. I don't need fancy gifts or expensive jewelry to make me love you! I love every single thing about you, JJ Maybank. From your head to your toes. I love you just the way that you are and there is nothing you can do to take that away from me. Ever.â Your voice is strong and serious. You leave no room for argument as you continue to patch up his face.
JJ doesn't speak again letting the words sink in, scared that he will break down for the second time that night. His eyes fall to the floor and he lets you tend to his cuts.
When you are satisfied with your work on his face, you tap the boy's arm lightly and his eyes snap to yours. âLift your shirt so I can see,â you ask him, not making eye contact. When he doesn't move, your eyes lock with his. âPlease, J,â you beg, in a quiet voice, âI need to see.â
The blonde knows he will never be able to say no to you, especially when you ask him that way, so he gingerly lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and wincing when he moves the wrong way.
JJ expects you to pity him. To tell him you're sorry the way everyone does. But you simply stare at his injuries, eyes welling with tears. And this, JJ decides, makes him feel infinitely worse.
Your hand reaches out to trace the large, purple-black bruises. JJ shivers at the touch of your soft hands on his skin.
He grabs your hand suddenly, pulling it up to his lips. âI'm sorry,â he says, voice cracking. âI'm sorry I dragged you into this.â
âHey, hey, hey,â you say, using the hand not in JJâs to run through his hair. âNone of that, okay? I'm here because I want to be. And I will always be. No matter how many times you try to push me away.â
You feel hot tears on your hand and you quickly slide between his legs, pulling him back into your chest, careful of the bruises on his ribs.
âI love you,â JJ cries into the crook of your neck. âI love you more than anything else in this fucked up world.â
âShh,â you say softly. âI know, lovie, I know. I love you too. Endlessly.â
JJ pulls back at your words, just enough so that he can look into your eyes.
You used to think your favorite color was purple. When you were ten you painted your entire room purple and even bought purple bedding. But the moment you looked into JJâs cerulean eyes, it instantly became your new favorite color.
JJ looks from your eyes to your lips before leaning forward to kiss you.
The kiss was soft and passionate explaining every emotion the two of you were feeling. No matter how many times the two of you kissed, your heart raced like it was the very first time.Â
Pulling away for air, JJ rests his forehead on yours.Â
âWhat happened today, J?â you ask in a quiet voice.Â
JJ bites his lip, leaning back slightly. His first instinct is to tell you that nothing happened and that he's okay, but JJ knows you wouldn't believe him for a second. So he recalls his day, telling you every detail. Just knowing that you know, makes JJâs heart feel a little less heavy. âA-and I bought you these flowers from the florist on main, y-y'know the ones you love, and I couldn't even bring them to you,â he says sadly.
You caress his cheek. âLove, I don't care about the flowers, all that matters is that you're okay,â you assure him, honesty evident in his voice. âAnd as for your father, you are staying here or at my house from now on and the next time I see that son of a bi-â
JJ cuts you off, grabbing your hands. The last thing he ever wants is his father hurting you. â(Y/N), no,â he says, the vulnerability in his voice evident. âYou need to promise me that you won't confront him. I don't want you getting hurt.â
You sigh, knowing how important this is to the blonde boy. âOnly if you promise not to go back there unless I'm with you,â you compromise with him.
He nods, kissing your forehead gently. âCan we please go to bed,â JJ asks and you can hear the sleepiness in his voice. Nodding, you help JJ off the counter and the two of you walk to the spare room in the chateau. The two of you climb into the bed. You are still in your clothes from the day, but that is the last thing on your mind.
JJ moves his arms to wrap around your middle but you gently push his shoulder back. âTurn around, J,â you tell him quietly. You know that JJ secretly loves to be the little spoon and you secretly love to be the big spoon. He would never openly ask you to spoon him, but you can read his body language like a book.
He rolls to his other side and you wrap an arm around his bare middle, careful not to hit any of his bruises. You nuzzle your nose into the back of his tanned shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply.
âI love you (Y/N)â your boyfriend whispers, his hand reaching to hold your hand that is tracing his chest. âThank you for being here.â
You press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. âAlways, JJ,â you tell him earnestly. âI love you more than anything.â
The blonde boy falls asleep in your embrace, feeling truly safe for the first time that day.
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Pastries & Memories
Relationship: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Reader Warnings: manipulation, mentions of stalking, gaslighting, mentions of kidnap and harm Summary: The smell of pastries brings back triggers the unsettling memory of how you actually met Bucky. But when you confront him, there's no telling what's right anymore. A/N: iâve been really into dark fics lately and naturally wanted to give it a shot! this certainly isnât the wildest, darkest piece out there but this is me just dipping my toes in the water. i hope itâs still enjoyable!
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He had taken you in. Comforted you. Welcomed you. Loved you. Saved you. Protected you.
At least â that was how your brain fuzzily pieced it together. How you actually ended up living in this apartment was a bit beyond your reach mentally. You could remember the outdoors, walking somewhere⌠then⌠then you were off. Bucky, you thought, told a different story.
But none of it actually mattered, really. In reality, you felt like you had always been with him. You two had finally connected one day and the rest had become history. He was all you needed. A lover, a protector, a rock.
You reeled in your wandering mind as you stood at the kitchen counter cutting up some strawberries. There was a little farmers market that had set up in the city last week and after a little persuasion, Bucky allowed you to check it out. He gave you some cash and you had chosen the most lovely looking strawberries. You felt a bit proud of yourself for venturing out of the apartment completely unaware that he was tailing you closely as you went, always on the lookout for his best girl.
When you had gotten back to the apartment that afternoon, he had pestered you about what you were going to make with the berries. You had giggled and pushed him away, commenting on how he hovered around like an anxious puppy. You hadnât seen the stiff stance he took as darkness flashed in his eyes.
Truthfully, you hadnât really decided what you were going to make with them at the time. Indecisive, you asked Bucky to look for some strawberry recipes online. Your internet access was greatly limited by your protective boyfriend but you didnât really mind. Whatever was out there nowadays couldnât have been more important than your love â well, except for strawberry treats, you realized.
Bucky obliged and hunted around for some baking blogs for you to browse. Eventually, you had settled on a fresh strawberry pie. The filling didnât call for a jam like the others did, instead choosing to highlight the lusciousness of the fresh fruit. That sounded perfect for these lovely berries.
So, there you stood, dicing them carefully as you waited for the pie crust to get done with its par-bake. Bucky had collected the items for you from the store earlier that week but you wouldnât give him a clue as to what you were baking. He had seemed pretty upset with that, almost threatening to not pick up the items, but then you explained you wanted to surprise him. He worked hard, you said, and he deserved to come home to some fresh baked goods.
Although, you maybe shouldâve told him when you were going to make it.
As you were just finishing up with the strawberries, Bucky walked through the apartment door, giving a resounding "hello" to you. You greeted him back.
Bucky placed a large kiss on your cheek and proceeded to place a paper bag on the counter next to you. The outside of it had a logo for the bakery you thought you had read about just a few streets over. You frowned at the sight. WhyâŚ
"Oh, gosh," Bucky sighed as he looked around at the hectic kitchen. "Iâm sorry, doll. I didnât realize you were making your strawberry thing today. I wouldnât have stopped at the bakery."
Your eyes shot from the bag to your boyfriend. "T-Thatâs fine, honey. I shouldâve told you."
"Well, I guess you can never have too many sweets, right?" He asked with a light chuckle. You smiled in return, your mind still taking in that bakery bag. Bucky walked over to it now and opened it, letting the fresh smell of pastries hit your nose. You nearly jumped out of your skin.
You knew that smell â how did you know that smell? You gave an odd sniff, taking in the scent of baked dough and custardy filling. You knew that. A cheese danish. How did you know that?
Tears began forming in your eyes but you weren't exactly sure why â hell, you werenât sure of anything right now. Where had this overwhelming sensation appeared from? The danish? Were you just hungry? Your hands were shaking. You saw the bakery flash in your mind. You had walked past it before â why would you have done that? Bucky never let you go that way citing the city safety. But you had once.
You were walking past the bakery, suddenly craving a pastry. But you didnât stop for one. No â it was early morning and you were late. Late for what? You didnât work. Except that maybe you had.
Bucky came into frame now. His smile was wide but his eyes were dead. He said some words â you couldnât make them out â and you tried stepping around him. He didnât like that. Of course not. Bucky was a stickler when it came to listening to him, to say the least. But you knew that was always for the best so why did you disobey him that time? He grabbed your arm in the memory. And then there was a pain in your neck. You were under now. Into the darkness.
You gasped as the memories suddenly dissolved. A hand was gripping your arm once more. But this time was very real and it was from a very, very concerned Bucky.
"Doll?" He asked, his eyes growing with worry andâŚanger? "Whatâs wrong?"
You couldnât blink the tears away fast enough. What was that? Your mind was swimming as you tried finding some words to answer Bucky.
"N-Nothing."
"Nothing?" He frowned. "Youâre crying."
A ding came from the oven. You mumbled a silent thank you and quickly went to tend to your pie crust. You pulled it out and placed it on the cooling rack before turning back to your strawberry filling. According to this recipe it needed a few more itemsâŚ
"Sweetheart," Buckyâs voice boomed through the apartment. You jumped, nearly forgetting he was standing right over you. Your obliviousness far from an accident. "Whatâs going on?"
You eyed the bakery bag. Bucky had now taken the pastries out and placed them on a platter. Cheese danishes confirmed. You gulped.
"Could you⌠Could you tell me about the day we met, again?" You asked the question slowly, carefully, as that bakery logo flooded your mind. It was abruptly disrupted by Bucky plunging something into your neck. You shook your head and turned back to the filling, adding what was instructed.
Your question wasnât really a weird one. You enjoyed hearing the story of how you two met as your memory was not really the best these days. You never did find out whyâŚ
"We met at a coffee shop," Bucky explained. You could tell he was suspicious but he amused you nonetheless. "I had seen you a few times in there before and, thankfully, one day I got the courage to speak to you. I asked you what book you were reading and you told me about it. We talked until closing time. I couldnât get you out of my mind from that point on."
You nodded, letting the familiar story wash over you. This time, though, it felt so foreign. Like it was a fairytale. Too perfect. Too natural. You looked at the pastries, halting all progress on the pie.
"Well, then," you said, "I guess I just had the weirdest thoughts."
Bucky took a step closer to you. His front was nearly fully pressed into your back. "What kind of thoughts?"
You shook your head. "Itâs silly-,"
His hand gripped your arm tightly. "Tell me."
You wanted to turn away. Wanted somehow to get out of this position. This wasnât how today was supposed to go. You were supposed to surprise him with a nice pie once he got home. Heâd shower you with love and thank youâs before you turned your attention to dinner. While you made dinner, heâd watch some sports game on the television. You two would then eat like a nice couple and Bucky would compliment you profusely. That was how it all shouldâve gone. That was how the good days went.
You wanted today to be a good day. But it was turning into a bad one real fast despite how much you really didnât want to go down that path. Bad days were few and far between now but you remembered them in bits and pieces from the beginning of your relationship. They were just glimpses but, boy were they strong. You had forgotten things a lot or took long to understand something and Bucky had little patience for it back then. There was the pushing, the yelling, the degrading⌠No, no. You couldnât turn down there but you couldnât lieâ
"I saw myself walking," you said, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "It was a nice morning it seemed and I had walked past that bakery." You pointed to the bag. Bucky stiffened. "I thought I wanted a pastry but I wasâŚlate? I donât remember the details and then you were suddenly there. You said something and eventually took me by the arm. Then there was a pain in my neck. It all went black."
There. The words were out. You explained it and now all you could do was pray and pray and pray that nothing bad came from this. You couldnât stop your thoughts, really. Something happened there. That damn bakery, you guessed.
"Doll," Bucky tsked. He didnât sound too angry justâŚdismissive. "Maybe you should go lay down. Youâre not thinking right."
Your jaw went slack as you turned around. Buckyâs hand left your arm but you were now pressed against the counter, his body practically toppling over yours. Still, you looked up at him, in a bit of shock. He looked pretty calm â not at all mad, thankfully â as he stared down at you in worry.
"Iâ I think I know what I saw, Bucky," you insisted. He shook his head.
"You know your memory isnât very good, honey," he said. "I think maybe youâve been reading too many of those thriller novels. Might be mixing up fiction and reality." He motioned towards the bookshelf in the apartment holding your favorite books. Your brows furrowed at it. You owned maybe two thrillers and neither dealt withâŚanything like that.
"But it was me in the memory. I swore I was walking and there â there was that bakery!" You exclaimed, pointing at the bag. "You were there in front of me. Why were you there, Bucky? Did⌠Did something happen?"
Buckyâs jaw clenched as he looked over you. His eyes were a bit darker now, taking in your stubborn form. You tried holding your ground under his gaze but you were too intimidated by him. Besides, a bad day could be upon you. But you also felt your curiosity was justified and he hadnât snapped right away. Was there really something to this?
But Bucky just shook his head again. "I really donât know what youâre talking about," he sighed. "Why would you have even been over by that bakery? I tell you to stay away from there, donât I? Unless youâve been sneaking out."
Your jaw dropped fully this time. That was near to impossible it felt like not to mention it was absolutely something youâd never do. Youâd never break Buckyâs trust like that. You knew the consequences that could come from it. They could even follow if he had just thought you did something. That was another part of the path you had to steer from.
"N-No!" You placed your hands on his chest, trying to reason. "I didnât, Bucky, I swear. Y-Youâre right. Iâd never be over there, thatâs such a silly thought to have. I mustâve read about it or something. The newspaper can be so graphic sometimes." You now prayed you were handling this right.
Buckyâs eyes searched you fiercely as you waited for his judgment to reign down upon you. He took your hands in his in an almost crushing hold. You tried to steady your breathing. Every word was pretty true. It mustâve just been something insane you had read. This could never happen to you. Not with someone like Bucky around. Your protector in many ways.
Eventually, Bucky nodded and said, "Iâm canceling the paper subscription until you get better. I donât want you getting scared like this, sweetheart." A beat. You let out a sigh of relief. "That means no more thriller novels either, okay? I need my sweet girl back. Youâve become so jittery." With that explanation, Bucky pulled you into a hug, his arms tight around you. You reciprocated, throwing your arms around his neck. You were glad he couldnât see your confused expression. You hadnât become jitteryâŚhad you? Maybe this outburst was a sign of something to come. Bucky was pretty smart when it came to stuff like that.
"Iâm sorry to worry you," you mumbled.
Bucky pulled away. He forced you two eye-to-eye once more. His hand came to your cheek, caressing softly. "I just want to protect my girl, okay? Thatâs a lot of bad things out there."
You agreed and Bucky gave a small smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He eventually broke the hug and you watched as he took the bakery bag and its treats. Both were immediately dropped into the trash.
"What did you do that for?" You asked. You actually wouldnât mind a cheese danish now.
Bucky shrugged, his smirk doing little to hide the concern for you. "Who needs that when my girl is making me a homemade pie?" Bucky took a strawberry from the bowl and popped it in his mouth. You gasped at his action, swatting his hands away while he laughed like a child.
The situation was now suddenly long forgotten. So fast, so swift. As he had wanted.
You turned back to the pie filling, completely oblivious to Buckyâs sudden change in expression. His dark eyes roamed over you like a hawk to prey.
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what home is
a/n: this is my submission for @antoineroussel 's summer fic exchange 2k21! thank you for organizing this all demi. i recieved @timstuetzle and i am so excited to finally share this! im sorry it's so late but i had a lot of fun writing for Tim and i hope i did him justice! i made this a gender neutral reader again, so please enjoy my take on some friends to enemies to lovers :)
pairing: tim stĂźtzle x reader
word count: 18k+ (holey moley)
warnings: some angst, set in no covid-universe, a few swears, an odd timeline
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you donât like that, please donât read! the banner is made by me, with photos found from pinterest and the transparent made by @art-and-the-hockeys (thank you!!!)
The start of the season was your favourite. The chill of the rink, the sound of skate edges on the ice, the smell of skate sharpening- it was all so familiar. As an analyst, the start was the best. There were new lineups, new plays, and a chance to try new things. Considering this was your first year as a real analyst, not just checking over others' work, you were excited. You got to actually help to build a Stanley Cup winning team.
What you didnât love was how everyone seemed to lose their heads and decide to run around the arena. Youâd been looking for the coach of the Ottawa Senators for the past twenty minutes. Youâd think the man would be in his office the first day back, but no. He decides to take a stroll to who-knows-where and leaves you to follow invisible breadcrumbs.
Eventually, you found yourself on one of the lower levels. You continued down the hallway, entering an open space with concrete floors. The bustle of the new season was in full swing as you swerved between various people working like gears in a machine. You tried to do your best to stay out of other peopleâs way but you still ended up walking into a hard surface.
âOof!â Shit. Hard surfaces donât usually talk. You looked up at what you ran into and saw two men staring at you. Both were wearing Senators hoodies but one was a taller blond and the other a slightly shorter brunet. The brunet has a backwards snapback on but that wasn't what made you stop in your tracks. It was his eyes. They were soft and welcoming, something like a home cooked meal, but they had a glint of adventure in them.
âOh my gosh, I am so sorry! I wasnât really looking where I was going. I am so sorry.â You apologized to the blond you ran into.
âHey, all good. Iâm-â
âNumber 7.â You turned toward the brunet. âAnd...number 18, right?â When they both gave you a weird look, you shrugged. âIâm an analyst here so, uh, youâre just numbers to me.â
âOkay, ouch but you are the reason weâre going to be winning more games this season, so I'll give it to you. Iâm Brady, and this is Jimmy.â The blond gestured to himself first, before gesturing beside him.
âItâs Tim, actually.â
You introduced yourself to the two players, before looking around the hallways. âUm, would either of you happen to know where the coach is? I canât find him,â You held up the file folders in your hands. âIâve got new numbers for him.â
âOh yeah heâs probably close to the ice, weâll show you.â Brady started down a hallway, both you and Tim falling in stride behind him. âSo Numbers-â
â-Y/n-â You glared at Brady for the nickname, rolling your eyes as he continued on. From your peripheral vision, you saw the corners of Tim's mouth turn up.
â-If you donât mind me sayingâŚ.either you look really good for your age, or you arenât old enough to be working here,â He continued, giving a glance your way.
You looked down at your shoes and gave a sigh. âI get that a lot, and I am young-er than my colleagues but I assure you, I am qualified to work for this organization.â
âWasnât doubting that, just seeing how much I get to tease ya. Jimmyâs the rookie,â He elbowed him and Tim tried to swerve around it, only to bump into a stack of pylons. Brady and you shared a grin at his expense. âSo he gets all the teasing. Same for the numbers people. Youâre the rookie.â He shrugged
âWell, Iâm not actually a rookie anymore. This is my second year here,â You mentioned, looking towards the two guys. Brady looked impressed whereas Timâs eyes went large and his jaw slack a little.
âHow?â He asked, and you laughed. The three of you turned a corner, and you walked slightly faster to talk.
âI graduated high school pretty early. And then took my statistics undergrad at the University of Ottawa. I minored in sports studies and I met your GM at a conference for the department. When he found out I was in Ottawa alone, he kinda took me under his wing, checked in every now and again. When I graduated two years ago, he offered me an analyst position and I was lucky enough to land it. I love working here, even if Iâm way younger than everyone else. Last year, I stayed in my office a lot, double checking peopleâs work but this year, they gave me more responsibility. Iâm excited for the challenge.â
âYou are going to be great.â Tim said, meeting your eyes, his gaze showing that his comment was genuine. You ducked away from his gaze but muttered a âthanksâ. The three of you rounded another corner, Brady ducking out to talk to a reporter, but Tim said heâd help you find the coach.
You settled into a comfortable silence as you walked beside each other through the chilled hallways. He abruptly took a left turn, cutting you off and causing you to bump into him. You immediately apologized, this being the second time today youâd run into a hockey player.
ââS my fault, Iâm still getting used to the new arena,â He said, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. He nodded his head down the hallway, as a silent âafter youâ and you started walking. As you got further down, you realized Tim walked you out to the bench. The light became brighter, the air a little crisper, and the floor turned from a concrete grey to a bright red. Your eyes wandered up, admiring the view from down here. Youâd be truthful earlier, youâd only ever visited your office. But from down here, you could see everything- the thousands of seats, the banners hanging from the ceiling, the crystal white ice. You stood close to the wall, as if to try to intimidate a fly on a wall, seeing everything as if you werenât there. You could feel Tim could up from behind you, letting you take it all in for the first time.
âThatâs Coach,â He leaned closer to you as he pointed across the ice towards someone in a tracksuit. You nodded and although Tim dropped his hand, he stayed close to you. The coach eventually noticed the two of you and started to skate over to the bench. Tim cleared his throat and you looked at him.
âI got to- I have to go now, but, um, Iâll see you around?â You nodded to his question, a soft smile on your lips. He rocked back and forth on his heels, as if he knew he had to leave but he kept getting pulled towards you. âGood luck with the season.â
âGood luck with yours too.â At that he turned away from you, and you turned to the coach, pulling out your file folder to talk with him.
***
A week or two later and the start of the season was upon the Canadian Tire Centre. The home opener was in a few days and your week had been hectic, trying to get notes from practices and implement what you saw into your analysis. After a morning full of spreadsheets, you decided to take your lunch break in your sanctuary. Last year, the arena felt too big to stick around in on your lunch break. So you had headed outside, where you discovered a small hiking trail about a ten minute drive from work. It quickly became a place where you went whenever you needed to clear your head. And after the morning you had, it was the perfect place to go, so you hopped in your car and started towards it.
At the top of the hill, you put the car in park, grabbed your lunch bag and started towards your spot. It was past the picnic tables that had a nice view of the suburbs, but it wasn't secluded. Your spot was off the beaten path, but there was a small ledge with a perfect view of the arena, highway, and surrounding green spaces. You turn the corner, ducking under a tree branch, ready to exhale the heck of the morning you had.
But there was already someone sitting in your spot. Their head was down, but you recognized the logo and number 18 on their hoodie. Cautiously, you approached him.
â18...Is it okay if I sit here?â You asked, and his head shot up. He shot you a small smile and quick nod. You sat down, placing your bag in front of you, taking out a granola bar.
âYou can call me Tim, you know. That is my name,â You gave him a shy smile and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his comment.
âI didnât think anyone knew about this place, Tim,â You mentioned quietly. It felt weird, to be honest, to be sharing your spot with someone, but it didnât feel like he was intruding.
âMy city in Germany has a lot of parks. Thereâs a forest near my house where Iâd go when I needed a break. This is the closest I could find near the rink. I hope you donât mind?â
âJust donât go telling the whole team about our place,â you winked at him and took a bite of your snack.
âI can keep a secret, donât worry.â He laughed lightly and sent you a smile.
âI donât know if you remember me but-â
âYouâre the analyst, you graduated super early right? Y/n, yeah?â
âYeah, thatâs me,â You smiled at him. âSo, how are you liking Ottawa?â
âItâs alright, I havenât seen very much of it. The ice is very good. My house is nice.â He shrugged and you gaped at him.
âThatâs all youâve seen? So you havenât been to Parliament Hill or ByWard market orâŚ?â you trailed off when you saw him biting his bottom lip and slowly shaking his head. âWell, you are missing out, you should go see the city sometime.â
âDo you think you could show me around? You seem to know all the best places,â He offered. You met his eyes and nodded. He dug his phone out of his pocket, passing it over to you. You raised your eyebrows at the gesture but he just pushed his phone closer to you. Silently, you imputed your number, placing a small graph emoji beside your contact name. You handed it back to him and a small smirk graced his face when he saw the emoji, before he pursed his lips at the device. You furrowed your eyebrows.
âSorry, itâs all good. Thank you. Itâs- I have to go back now, but Iâll text you, yeah?â You nodded as he handed back your phone. He walked towards the parking lot, but turned around to wave at you before he disappeared around the bend.
Later that day as you sat in the stands, a clipboard and pen in your hands, you got a text from an unknown number.
Hi
It's 18 :)
You chuckled at his use of his number and texted him back.
i thought you said i could call you tim? :(
also itâs practice?? how are you on your phone?
It starts in a couple minutes
your teammates are already on the ice
Spying on me already??
itâs literally my job to watch you practice
Guess I'll see you in the stands then :)
Oh and I'm free this weekend for that showing of the city, team bondingâs on friday
iâll check my schedule and get back to you
now get out on the ice or youâre going to be late :)
***
You had checked your schedule, and agreed to meet that Saturday. You said youâd pick him up since you knew more of the city. You didn't want to be late so you arrived five minutes early in front of Tim's place. He walked out in his signature backwards snapback, some curls poking out the front, and a monochromatic beige outfit. Waving animatedly at you, he jogged to the car, his ever present smile on his face.
The twenty minutes ride into the city was quiet yet comfortable. A few words were exchanged about how each otherâs day was so far but nothing groundbreaking. The low hum of the engine filled the silence as you drove into the city.
After parking in a Superstore (âFree parking in downtown Ottawa is hard to come by, Tim. Weâre parking in the grocery store parking lotâ) and walking a few blocks, you come to the far end of the market. Lined with local businesses and brick streets, it felt homey. Tim smiled as it reminded him of back home.
âSo, what are we going to see first? Your school?â He asked as the two of you walked along the streets. You laughed and shook your head.
âPfft no. It isnât all that interesting. I figured weâd see some of my favourite places, if thatâs okay?â He assured you it was and the two of you continued through the streets, Tim with his head down as you passed people. He wasn't famous just yet, but in Canada you find hockey fans at every corner. Soon, you arrived in a small plaza with coloured picnic tables and muskoka chairs.
âTa-da!â You gestured to the large block letters that spelled âOttawaâ in the middle of the space. âItâs not much, but youâve got to be a tourist in your own city at least once right?â He laughed along with you and you got out your phone, ready to take a picture of him so he could send it to his parents. You thought he would want a picture of him but he was quick to insist you had to be in the picture as well.
âIâm sorry, but would you mind taking a picture of us?â You asked one of the girls who were taking turns with the Ottawa sign.
âOh sure!â You stood beside him, between the two âTâs in Ottawa, his arm slung over your shoulders. You smiled and looked up at Tim to see him smiling as well- and not one of those classic boy coy half smiles, a genuine one. She took a few landscape and a few portrait ones before handing your phone back. âYou two are such a cute couple!â
Before you could correct the girl, Tim answered for you. âWeâre just friends actually.â She apologized profusely before rejoining her group. You shuffled your feet as an awkward silence overcame you for the first time since youâd met. Your body shivered and you promptly changed the subject.
âHey, you hungry?â He shrugged and nodded. You nodded and led him away from the sign, through a few back alleys lined with a few merchants, home artists and such. You entered a building, bustling with people. It was long and narrow, with brick flooring and merchants on either side of the middle. There were lots of people, ranging from people doing their weekly grocery shopping to tourists looking for souvenirs. You weaved between strollers and friend groups, Tim grabbing your hand to avoid getting lost. He kept his head low, hoping it would disguise him enough. This day was about you and him, not you, him and the hockey world. Eventually, the two of you exited the indoor market and came to a small opening. Instead of staying in the opening, you turned left, tugging Tim across the street to two small shacks, one red and one blue. The red one had a classic fairytale vibe to it, with beige wainscotting, red painted window frames, and topped with a white and light brown canopy over the window. Underneath the canopy, there was a string of small Canadian flags.
âDo you trust me?â He arched one of his eyebrows but nodded. âIâll be right back.â Confused, Tim stood there as you walked up the window, spending no time looking at the menu as you ordered. He looked above the shack to see in fancy lettering the word BeaverTails. When you came back, you were holding two paper containers and had a smile on your face. He looked at the sign and then back to the bags in your hands.
âA beaverâs⌠tail?â You laughed at him and handed him his BeaverTail.
âItâs not actually a beaverâs tail. Itâs just a fried pastry that looks like one. They come in lots of flavours but I got you the best one, cinnamon sugar.â You could tell he was hesitant but bit into his and you took a bite of your own.
Almost instantly, he groaned. âDo you take every guy here? Wow. Oh my god,â He got cinnamon smeared over his chin and you laughed as he tried to wipe it off while holding his pastry.
âHilarious Tim, but Iâll have you know youâre like my only friend here. So⌠no I donât take anyone here.â He scoffed and you raised your eyebrows.
âYouâre joking. How do you not have other friends? Youâre great,â
âI started university as a 16 year math major. Itâs not a surprise people didnât want to talk to me. But itâs okay. Iâm used to it by now.â
âDonât you have people from home come and visit?â
You scoffed. âI donât really get along with my mum. We moved around a lot when I was younger and I always sorta resented her for not seeing how it affected me. And then, when I got accepted to school out here, she sold the house and started travelling. Last I talked to her, she was in Tahiti.â He raised his eyebrows.
âWhat about your dad? Or brothers or sisters?â You swallowed your piece of BeaverTail before answering him.
âI have an older sister, Dani. But sheâs eight years older than me, so we're not the closest. She checks in every week or so because she knows my mum doesn't. Sheâs never come out to visit though, she runs her own business back in Seattle.â
âIt must be nice to have someone though. Especially when you were growing up. What about your dad?â
âI donât- I donât talk about my dad.â You picked at the pastry before changing the topic. âCâmon, you have to see this place.â You gestured to a side street and the two of you made your way towards your favourite destination. You exited beside a taller building and you pressed the button to allow the two of you to cross the street. As you were waiting for the light to turn, you turned to Tim.
âSo, Iâm guessing you donât have any siblings then?â
âNo, but the guys at the rink were like my brothers so it wasnât bad.â The light turned red, and the âwalkâ light turned on. You made your way across, staying close to each other as people walked both ways.
âHockey tends to do that,â
âIs that why you picked to work in hockey?â
You glared at him as you made it across the street. âThatâs personal.â
âWeâre friends, arenât we? Friends share personal stuff.â
âThatâs⌠itâs just different.â You shook your head and lowered the volume of your voice. âBesides, weâre here.â The two of you had stopped in front of some shallow steps that led to a tall archway, with black statues underneath and on top of the arch. It had some engravings on it, both small and large letters. From where they were standing, Tim could make out some numbers, but not well enough to understand the significance. Behind the monument and slightly to the right was the green tipped roof and gothic architecture of the Parliament building.
âWhat is this place?â He tilted his head as he looked at the arch in the middle of the square. To him, it wasnât anything special, perhaps another statue of one of the colonizers of the country.
âItâs Canadaâs war memorial.â You whispered, and he nodded, clasping his hands in front of his body and lowering his head. âWhen I was going to school, Iâd come here at least once a week.â
His head stayed where it was but he raised his eyes to meet yours. âWhy?â
âI know itâs not exactly everyoneâs favourite place...because I know so many people died for the country, but for me, itâs a place of silence. Of reflection. It reminds me to be grateful for everything I have. Some days school would be really bad, so this place was perfect to sit and remember that life isnât bad at all. Not when I was in a safe country, not when I had an education, not when I had a warm house to go back to.â
He nodded. âThat seems...perfect. Some days are too loud, thereâs too many people saying stuff. I get that.â His voice was quiet as well, as he lifted his head to focus on the stonework and engravings. The two of you stood in silence in front of the memorial for a few minutes more before you tugged on his arm.
âSee that building?â You leaned in close to him, your finger extending to point at a building in the distance, a little taller than the ones around it. âThatâs the universityâs mathematics and physics department. I had most of my classes in that building.â He nodded, leaning in closer to you, your heads almost touching. You lowered your hand and nodded with your head towards the way you came.
âCâmon, weâre not done yet. Youâve got to see the Parliament building.â He shoved his hands in his pockets and headed left towards it. You quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him right. âIâm the tour guide, remember? Trust me, thereâs a better view.â You dropped his hand as he started to walk in time with you but you had to shove it in your pocket to replace the heat his hands gave you.
A quick ten minutes walk later and you stood atop a hill overlooking the river. It was a large park with benches and an eccentric art installation in the corner. You walked close to the peak of the hill and stopped, breathing in the fresh air.
âThere is Canadaâs capital building. Itâs nicer to see it from here than from the front where thereâs a bunch of tourists. Besides, from here, you get to see more of the architecture.â The building was across the river, its massiveness more pronounced from your viewpoint. There was a dome nearest the river that was covered in flying buttresses, each support beam having intricate details that stood out. The clock tower and green tinted roof completed the gothic look.
âThis view is better. Quieter. It reminds me more of home,â You bump your shoulder against his lightly.
âGlad you like it.â The two of you stood in silence until Tim shivered, at which case you decided you should start heading back. If the hockey player was cold, it was cold enough for you too.
The walk and drive back was uneventful, aside from the two of you passing jokes back and forth. When it came to drop him off, he unbuckled his seatbelt but didnât make an effort to leave the vehicle.
âHow much for our snack? Iâll pay you back,â
You waved him off. âIt was my treat, donât worry about it.â He pursed his lips, then shook it. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. A few seconds later, your phone dinged. You glared at him as you opened the text to see an e-transfer. Before you could protest, he cut you off.
âYou never said I couldnât pay for your gas," He laughed, and despite your annoyance at the loophole, you found yourself laughing along with him. He had that effect on you; he seemed to be able to ease any tension you held. âI had a good time today. Maybe we could meet again sometime?â
âIâd like that. Iâll see you at the rink?â He nodded before getting out of your car, waving like he did that morning as you drove off to your place. When you arrived home, you saw a new text from him.
Can you send those pictures you took today?
You tried to suppress a smile, sending them over to which he responded with a âThank youuuuâ. You set your phone on your nightstand and turned off the light. Despite your efforts, you fell asleep with a smile on your face from a perfect day with a great person.
***
âHey, Numbers!â You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Brady sticking his head out of the dressing room. He had taken a liking to calling you that, especially as you had started hanging around the house more. It was nice, movie nights and sometimes youâd take a pre-game nap with Tim, you had even stayed for lunch at Timâs request. At this point, it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for Brady to shout the nickname from anywhere. Practice had ended and you had given your notes to the coach about what to focus on for the Toronto game. âYou didnât happen to see Jimmy, did you?â When you shook your head, his face scrunched into a small frown.
âWhereâd he go? Didnât media like just end?â
He shrugged. âHe didnât even bother to change from media, he just stalked out. He didnât say anything to any of the guys, so I thought you mightâve seen him.â
âIâll keep a lookout for him,â You told Brady before he returned to finish dressing and you returned to your office. But even after youâd settled back into your work, there was a feeling in your stomach you couldnât quite place. Sending a quick text off to Tim, asking where he was, you dove back into work. But it only took five minutes before you were checking your phone, seeing if heâd read the text or responded. When neither happened, you gave him a call. It sent you straight to voicemail and you hung up before you could leave a message. The feeling in your stomach grew and you packed up your bag, knowing no more work would get done tonight. It wasnât like Tim to sulk or get in his head; he was a generally happy guy. Something must have set him off for him to be acting this way -- even with you. And if it was something this big, there was only one spot he wouldâve gone.
âBrady said you stalked out of media. Figured Iâd find you here.â He turned around at the sound of your voice, his shoulders dropping a little. He shrugged, which you took as your cue to take a seat beside him at your lookout space. The sun was setting, the golden hour light reflecting on his stress lines, and the sky was littered with wispy clouds.
Your hands were in the pockets of your hoodie, your legs tucked together. Despite being here for close to six years, the Canadian chill always surprised you. You sat with your shoulder pressed to his, a silent symbol of you being there for him. With his head down, he mumbled something too quiet for you to hear, so you leaned your head down to hear him better. At your movement, he huffed and lifted his head.
âIâm supposed⌠They wanted me to come and make a difference and to help win games. But Iâm not helping! Iâm supposed to be putting up points and helping win games, but weâre still losing! Like, why do I suck?â
Your chest got tight at his words. âTimâŚâ
âYou canât deny it, the numbers say weâre losing.â
âLosing doesnât mean you arenât producing. This is your first year in the NHL, you wouldnât be here if they didnât think you were worth it. Hockey is a team sport, it isnât just your job to win the game.â
âBut they wouldnât have gotten me right out of the World Juniors if they didnât need me to start making an impact right away! They were counting on me. And Iâm not living up to itâŚ.â
âYou are nineteen years old. Nineteen. The five other rookies ahead of you in points are all at least two years older than you. Let that sink in. You have so many years ahead of you. And secondly, no one here is expecting you to turn this team around. McDavidâs first year he didnât turn the team around. And sure, yeah, the next year, the Oilers had more success but guess what? They missed the playoffs the next three years. Hockey is a team sport, one person, not even McDavid, can completely turn a team around. No one is expecting you to turn this team around in one season. This isnât on you.â
âBut the numbersâŚâ
âAre you going to trust the analyst on the numbers or the assholes on Twitter?â He glared at you but let you continue on. âIf you really want to talk numbers, we arenât last in the league anymore. Weâve beat the top team in the division a couple times now. Youâre putting up points, youâre helping us win. Cut yourself some slack. Youâre nineteen and living in a new country. This team isnât expecting you to be Ottawaâs saviour, okay?â
âThereâs pressure to be better though! Everywhere I go, I just see how I should be doing more, how if I donât produce more, Iâm going to be a draft bust. Iâm the young guy, Iâm supposed to be the new blood and be able to make a difference. I feel like Iâm letting everyone down.â His words lingered in the sunset glow, a contrast to the darkness he was feeling. You fell silent at his outburst, the air feeling too quiet, even with his heavy breathing. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to take it out on you.â
You ignored his apology, knowing he would never intentionally hurt you. âI graduated with a 3.8 GPA. I didnât have enough job experience but my grades were one of the only reasons I was able to get hired so young. My first year, all I did was double check other peopleâs stats and predictions, and it was okay. No one expected much out of me because I was young and they didnât really give me any responsibilities. But this year⌠theyâre looking to me more. Teams with more than two analysts are more likely to produce teams that make the playoffs. Iâm number three; I should be helping make a better team. But Iâm not. Iâm not getting the numbers we need or the stats we need. I know more updated methods and technologies but...itâs just not working. Iâm not finding solutions to problems that this team has had for years. And the board and my colleagues see that. I know I shouldnât worry about them firing me, but I still do. I mean, Iâm not producing, why would they keep me around? This wasnât what they wanted when they gave me the job.â
âThey wonât fire you, youâre doing your best. And youâre young, you graduated early. They have to give you a chance to prove yourself in the workplace before they fire you.â
âYou wanna take your own advice?â He flushed at your words, but you smiled. âThanks, though.â He nodded and looked out over the suburbs surrounding the arena.
âThe pressure in this league sucks.â He said and you leaned your head on his shoulder.
âYeah. It does. But weâll get through it right?â
âWeâll figure something out. Together.â He placed his hand on your thigh and the two of you looked out at the sunset, his touch lingering on your body until the sun disappeared behind the horizon. Silently, he helped you to your feet, and walked you to your car, making sure you got in okay, before he got into his car. On the drive home, your chest felt lighter from the conversation.
***
The final buzzer rang, signalling a 4-2 win for the Senators. You smiled at the scoreboard and gathered your papers. The game was nothing spectacular, but for you, it was a career defining game. Some of the lines you'd suggested were risky, but you had the numbers to back it up, and it worked. It worked. The conversation with Tim earlier last week helped with your confidence to take risks in terms of your analytic advice.
You went back to your office after the game, wanting to type up a report of how you impacted tonight's outcome. If it worked this time, who's to say it couldn't work again? But in a higher stakes game? You felt like you were finally contributing to the team, and damn, it felt good.
Your office was barely even that. It was small, but you had a desk, a window, and your name on the door. It was enough for your first major gig. You'd made it a little homey-er with a small succulent and some motivational quotes. You opened up your laptop and began to type up a document report. The words flowed from your fingers and you used the numbers you counted from the box to back up your findings. Time seemed to stand still as you typed, the document becoming longer and longer.
A knock broke your train of thought and you looked up to see Tim poking his head through your office door. He had a shy smile on your face and you shook the writing haze out of your eyes.
"Hey! Come on in," He nodded, closing the door behind him before leaning against the wall. "You played a good game." His cheeks flushed and he lifted his hat, running his fingers through his hair.
"Thanks, thank you. Anyway, did you eat yet?"
"I mean, I had an iced coffee before the game and a granola bar during the second period. So yeah?" Immediately he started shaking his head and he pushed himself away from the wall. You open your hands as if to say 'whatâ?" and he outstretched his hand to you.
"Coffee and a granola bar isn't a meal. Let's go get some real food, I'm hungry." He made a grabby hand with his outstretched hand and you sighed.
"I have to finish my report, I can't." He sighed, pushed your laptop shut, and grabbed your hand.
"That can wait. Besides, the boys went out and I need a ride home." He flashed you a shy smile and you rolled your eyes, before picking up your bag and leaving your office with him. You tried not to notice how Tim was still holding onto your hand, but as he tugged you along to a quiet area of the concourse, it was difficult to do. He stopped at a small table with two bar stools. He let go of your hand, cold enveloping you, and you hung your bag on the back of the chair. As you hopped onto the chair, he stayed standing, tapping his fingers on the tabletop.
âWhat do you want to eat?" When you shook your head again, he pulled out his puppy dog eyes. "Tim, seriously, I'm fine."
"I'm getting some fries and you will eat some of them. Deal?" Your face pulled into a frown and he repeated himself. "Deal?"
"Yes, Mom, deal."
He gave himself a self assured smile. "Great. I'll be right back."
A few minutes later he came back with a container of fries and two small containers. He set them down in front of you before he got seated. A closer look at the container showed one was ketchup and the other wasâŚ
"Is this mayo?" He picked up a fry, dipped it in the white substance, and popped it into his mouth. With his mouth full, he nodded. "You eat your fries with mayonnaise?"
"You don't?"
"No!" You shook your head. He took another fry, dipped it again, and ate it.
"You have to try it, it's good!"
âNo, no thank you. You can keep your weird German eating habits to yourself." You laughed, dipping a fry in ketchup before eating it.
"Nope, you've got to try one. Please?" You scrunched up your nose, and he held out a white coated french fry. You gave in, taking it from his hands and shoving it in your mouth. You chewed it slowly, contemplating the taste.
"It's...not horrible." He raised his eyebrows at you. "Fine, it's alright." He gave you another look, a small smile forming on his face despite his efforts to hide it. "Okay, okay, I like it. Happy?" He let out a loud laugh.
"Yes! I knew you'd like it!" You laughed a little with him, before dipping another fry in the mayo and popped it in your mouth. The two of you ate in silence, the sounds of the zamboni in the background.
"Why didn't you go out with the guys? You had a good game,"
He shrugged. "I wanted something quieter. Besides, I was hungry and the guys wanted to go out to a bar. Bar food isn't exactly a meal."
"Neither is french fries,"
"Well, maybe, you're just better company than the guys."
"Damn right, I am." You smiled, tapped his fry with yours in a makeshift sort of 'cheers' way. When the two of you had finished your snack, you picked up the container and threw it in the compost bin near the table. You grabbed your bag off the chair, holding up your car keys. He got up off the table, joining you in a slow walk towards the parking lot.
You wished the custodians a good night as the two of you left the arena, the street lights in the parking lot illuminating the way to your car. Silently, you unlocked the car and you both got in. You gave him your phone, telling him to pick any playlist he wanted while you started the car. He picked one of your favourite playlists, a mix of relaxing beats and soft music, which was perfect for late night drives.
"You should have some lo-fi on here, it's a lot like this. I think you'd like it," he said, after you had merged onto the highway.
"Yeah?" He only nodded, allowing a comfortable silence to come back to the car. The rest of the drive was easy, the road being mostly empty and the music filling the car. He gave you quiet directions to the house, more points and here's than actual directions but you were able to find it.
"Thank you for the ride," He said, once youâd put the car in park.
"Thanks for sharing your food with me,â He shook his head and smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
âIâll always share with you.â You caught his gaze, his brown eyes filled with sincerity. You could feel your cheeks flush and you waved him out of your car.
âI gotta get home too, you know.â You joked and he got out, popping his head back into the doorway for a second.
âText me when you get home, yeah?â You murmured an âof courseâ and he nodded, closing the car door and making his way to his front door. You waited until he entered the house before you drove away, turning on a lo-fi playlist from Spotify.
***
âYour turn to pick the movie, but no subtitles please, Iâm too lazy to read today.â You handed Tim the remote for his TV while you pulled the blanket closer to your chin. The October chill had settled in his apartment and you hadnât dressed for his room to feel like the arena.
âJimmy!â Someone called from the kitchen and a loud clang dissolved any annoyance Tim had from his roommate interrupting his time with you. He rushed to the kitchen and you followed behind shyly. There were platters across the kitchen island, each with a different coloured dish. It looked like there was a salad, a couple casserole dishes, and some plates of desserts. A taller brunette was standing in the kitchen, frantically gesturing between Tim and a pot on the stove. There was a lid on the ground, a splatter of pinkish red liquid surrounding it. You entered the kitchen, picked up the lid before placing it in the sink. The other guy was still explaining to Tim what exactly he wanted to do, even though his head was tilted like a confused puppy. You brushing him aside llightly, grabbing the spoon Tim was holding to stir the pinkish red liquid on the stove. You sent him a small smile back over your shoulder and all you could see in his eyes was relief.
âThank you!â The oven beeped and you noticed an embroidered #9 on the roommate's Senator sweats. You moved to the side to allow him to get another baking dish from the oven. He placed it on the stovetop and took off his oven mitts. âThank you for doing that. I didnât think heâd be that helpless in the kitchen.â
âIâm surprised anyone in this house can actually cook,â You laughed. The liquid that smelled of oranges and cranberries started to boil, so you reduced the heat and continued to stir it. You look at the baking dish that he brought out of the oven. âAre those brussel sprouts?â
âYeah! My momâs recipe; theyâre delicious! Do you like them?â
âTheyâre one of my favourites! My recipe uses bacon though.â
âOh nice! Youâll have to share it with me, Iâd love to try it. And, sorry, I didnât introduce myself. Iâm Josh,â
âI know.â He shot you a look and you backtracked. âI-Sorry, itâs just-I actually work with you? Iâm in the analytics department, so I know your jersey number and I saw it on your sweats and put two and two together. Iâm not being a creep, Iâm sorry.â The sound of laughter behind you made you blush.
âNot being a creep my ass. They did the same thing when me and Jimmy ran into them for the first time!â Brady commented, walking into the kitchen. He was wearing a nice pair of dress pants and a button up shirt. You shook your head before nodding towards his attire.
âGoing somewhere nice?â He looked down at his outfit and shook his head.
âItâs Thanksgiving? Itâs why they gave us the day off?â That...that would explain the amount of food in the kitchen. No matter how many years you lived here, youâd always forgotten that Canadian Thanksgiving was a whole month earlier. You placed the stir spoon on a plate next to the pot and wiped your hands on your pants.
âOh! Um, right, well, uh in that case, I should be, I should get going. You guys must have plans. Nice to meet you Josh.â You made your way out of the kitchen to the foyer where your coat and shoes were without so much as a goodbye to the guys. You could hear Tim coming after you, his steps lighter and more graceful than Brady or Joshâs. But, he didnât make a move to do anything except stare at you as you got ready to leave. It wasnât until you were getting ready to put on your shoes that he spoke.
âYou should just stay. Weâve got lots of food.â
âOh, I donât want to intrudeâŚâ
âBradyâs bringing his girlfriend and a couple other of the guys are coming over. You wouldnât be intruding.â
âI really shouldnâtâŚâ
âYou should. Why wonât you stay?â
âI donât know if you have this holiday in Germany, but Thanksgiving is a family thing, Tim.â You sighed. âBesides, shouldnât I have brought something? Am I even dressed okay?â You looked down at your outfit - a simple pair of jeans and one of your comfiest graphic tees. He shrugged.
âDonât worry about that. You look great, just enjoy the night with me. Stay? Please? Câmon schatz, youâre like my family to me.â The two of you maintained eye contact until you broke it and took off your coat. You could see Timâs smile widen and when it came to walking back into the kitchen, he extended his arm. You took it and the two of you made your way back towards what would end up being a wonderful evening full of laughs and smiles shared between friends.
***
You had come over for a trashy reality TV binge after a particularly hard day at work. None of the numbers were adding up the way you needed them to and your laptop was having a hissy-fit all day. Soon enough, you called it a day and texted Tim, telling him youâd be over in twenty minutes. He greeted you at the door with your favourite chocolate treat, a box of Timbits, and âthereâs popcorn in the microwave right now, itâs almost doneâ. You couldâve melted right on the spot. Instead, you made your way over to the couch where you collapsed and pulled the blanket he had already set out for you up to your chin. You breathed in the smells of pine and sock tape and felt your body relax. HGTV played in the background while you waited for him to bring the popcorn out when his phone dinged.
âTim, your phone!â You yelled to him from across the living room.
âWho is it?â You sighed and moved from your comfortable spot on the couch to check his messages. You turned on the phone to see a message from Josh, saying heâs five minutes away. You went to lock the phone, seeing the unimportance of the message but something caught your eye. You swiped to clear the notification and his background came into focus. It was the two of you standing in front of the Ottawa sign at ByWard market, his arm around your shoulders and a grin on both your faces.
âWho was it?â He entered the room as he repeated his question.
âJust Josh,â you whispered, turning around to face him holding up his phone. âAm I your lock screen?â He blushes, opening his mouth stammering for words. âI am! I knew I was important to you.â You poked him a couple times for an extra tease when his face settled into a small pout and he retaliated by tickling you. You shrieked and hopped up from the couch, laughing as he chased you around the house.
âStop doing that!â He laughed as you escaped his clutches once more. Your laugh echoed through the house as he tried again to try to tickle you, but you grabbed Josh and used him as a human shield.
âNo fair schatz,â He relented his tickling and sat on the couch. You took a seat beside him, but kept your distance in case he decided to start his torture again.
âYou know, youâve never told me what that means,â You look over to him and heâs already scratching the back of his neck.
âWhat what means?â
âThat thing you keep calling me. Like shats?â
Josh laughed and spoke up. âIt means swe-â
âFriend! It means friend!â Tim interrupted loudly, his cheeks rosy. âIt means friend.â You raised your eyebrows at his outburst and his explanation.
âYou call your friends, âfriendâ?â
He scratched at his jaw and slowly nodded. âIn my city, itâs common for friends to just call each other âfriendâ. Itâs normal,â You managed out a âokayâ between breathy laughs, wondering why he was being so strange about it. It was just a nickname. But the blush in his cheeks didnât diminish until well after Josh left the room, muttering under his breath about âidiotsâ, and you couldnât help but think that maybe it meant more than Tim was letting on.
***
âAre you going to be at the gala on Saturday?â Tim asked you as the two of you ate (lunch for you, pre-practice snack for him) on the concourse. It was your first concourse snack since the All-Star break and you had missed him. WhatsApp messages and Instagram messages just werenât the same as being in his presence. You finished your bite, and shook your head.
âItâs only for players isnât it?â
âWould you want to come with me?â
âLike...as a date?â You looked up at him, your eyes wide. Maybe this was the clue you were waiting for.
âAs friends?â Your eyes darted down onto the counter and Tim took that as a sign you didnât want to go with him. âThereâll be puppies there.â
âWell,â you swallowed the lump in your throat, âIf thereâs going to be puppies, I need no more convincing.â You forced a smile onto your face and he returned the sentiment, before finishing up the food. You wished him good luck before the game, and left to go the the box.
Soon enough, it was Saturday night and you found yourself in front of the Fairmont Château. You gazed up at the stone walls and admired how the orange glow from the lights gave it such a warm feeling, compared to the shivers that were going up and down your back. You had found time to go and get a fancy outfit for the night, its gold fabric being a perfect fit on your body. Tim had told you heâd meet you inside, so walked upt the steps alone, avoiding the other guests in fancy attire. They looked like they belonged here. You couldn't relate. The front entrance of the hotel was exactly as you expected -- it had marble floors, crown moldings, and a domed ceiling. You followed the chatter to one of the conference rooms, someone offering to check your coat. With just your clutch, you entered the ballroom with the sound of your shoes following you.
You looked around to try to find Tim among the executives, easily spotting him when you heard Bradyâs booming laugh in the corner. You made your way over to the group, including Brady, Josh, Drake, Tim and some respective dates. Josh waved at you and Tim turned around to see you walking towards him.
Tim stood there, memorized by the way the Senators gold fabric hugged your figure and the way your eyes had lit up when you saw one of the puppies. You came over to him, brushing his arm before joining the group. Hellos were thrown your way and it wasnât long before everyone went back to their conversations and you were able to speak with Tim.
âYou look handsome." You handed him your clutch, which he held unashamedly, as you adjusted his gold bowtie, letting your hands linger on the front of his chest. You gulped before snapping out of your trance and took your clutch back from him.
âUm, uh, thanks. You look...good too,â His voice was breathy and his cheeks had flushed a little. You smiled at him, before noticing another golden retriever stumbling around next to its trainer and darting off to pet it. Tim watched you go and he stood back, blown away by the way his heart was beating faster and how he couldnât seem to get enough air into his lungs.
âYou finally figured it out, huh?â He turned around at Drakeâs voice. He had recognized the look on Timâs face, it was the same one he had when he looked at his partner. Tim furrowed his eyebrows.
âFigured what out?â
Drake scoffed and took a gulp of his drink. âGod, you already know and youâre denying it. Youâre in love with them.â Tim shook his head, waving off the thought. You were his best friend, nothing more. âCâmon man, you can keep lying to yourself but itâs obvious to everyone else.â He was then swept away by a reporter, leaving Tim to his thoughts.
He wasnât in love with you. He was sure of it. You were his best friend, his safe spot. Itâs not like when he sees you his heart beats faster or he notices how your eyes crinkle when you laugh or when the sun hits your skin just right, you look like an angel. Itâs not like the more he looks at your lips the more he wants to know if they taste like your sweet honey lip chap. Itâs not like your smile could cure his darkest days or that he could see himself introducing you to his family as his partner.
Except it was like that.
Tim saw all of that with you. He saw more galas, more late night drives, lazy Sunday mornings. He wanted to see you after his games, not in your office, but in the tunnel where youâd be wearing his jersey and a special jean jacket. He wanted to take you home to meet his family, his hometown friends. He wanted to show you all the places that were special to him, just as you showed his places special to you. He wanted to meet Dani and see if she thought he was good enough to be your partner. As he stared at you petting the small golden pup, he realized Drake was right. He was in love with you.
He was in love with his best friend.
Fuck, what was he supposed to do now?
You didnât give him too much time to think about that as you came up behind him, telling him everything about the golden retriever you just met. He smiled at you, and motioned with his head to find your seats as dinner was going to be served soon. You sat next to him, your leg brushing against his under the table. Even from that, he got shocks-- tiny lightning bolts trailing up his body. It was like every sense was heightened after he came to the realization that he loved you. How am I supposed to even act around them? He thought.
The meal passed without issue and while Tim went about schmoozing all the executives and donors, you stick with the other halves. You had already met Emma, Bradyâs partner, and she introduced you to Dakota, Briar, and Marissa (she had also told you who they came with but that information had not stuck with you).
âSooo⌠Emma, howâs the wedding planning going?â Briar asked. She had gotten engaged over the holiday break. She laughed and waved off the question.
âOh, not at all! Weâre just enjoying being engaged, itâs like the honeymoon phase all over again,â
âJust like you and Tim,â Dakota nudged you and wiggled her eyebrows. You coughed on your drink at her statement.
âWhat?â You managed to sputter. Emma looked uncomfortable but didnât say anything. âWhat do you mean, like me and Tim?â
âOh come on, itâs so obvious the two of you are in your honeymoon phase! Donât be ashamed of it, youâre such a cute couple!â
âOoh yes!! How his bowtie matched your outfit is like goals, I wish my boyfriend did that with me,â Marissa mentioned. Your voice felt caught in your throat and you were instantly aware of the breeze in the room and the sweat on the back of your neck.
âWeâre just friends,â Your voice was small.
âIâll believe that when pigs fly, babe. Oh, look, here comes your man.â Dakota winked at you before turning into her own date. You turn around quickly to see him walking over to you, laughing with Brady and Josh. Normally, the sight of him would calm you down. He was such a genuine person and you appreciated how you never had to shrink yourself to fit in with him. But with the girlsâ comments, you suddenly couldnât be around him. When his hand met the small of your back, you flinched before relaxing into his touch. It was just Tim, your Tim. Itâs not a big deal unless you make it a big deal.
âTimmy, I was just telling Y/n what a cute couple you two are!â
âWell, what do they say? Oh right, they complete me,â He sent you a wink and pulled you closer to his side. You went stiff in his hold, and he noticed, instantly letting you out of his grip. You muttered out an excuse about work and said quick goodbyes to the group before you were out of the gala as fast as your shoes could allow. Your cheeks were hot with...embarrassment? No, that wasnât quite it. But they were hot, and the room felt small with Dakotaâs teasing so just needed to escape. You needed to have fresh air in your lungs, needed to feel the cool Ottawa air on your arms. Needed to be somewhere other than beside him and his light teasing that left your stomach in knots.
But you hadn't even reached the front door and grabbed your coat from the coat check when Tim caught up to you. He watched you try to put on your coat, as he rocked back and forth on his heels like that first day you met.
âDo you⌠do you actually have work in the morning or were you just saying that?â You looked up and met his eyes, the orbs holding a certain vulnerability you hadnât seen before.
âI got called at the last minute. I forgot to tell you, Jodyâs kid got sick so Iâm covering the game on Sunday but I havenât prepared my notes or anything and you know me, Iâve got to be prepared or I wonât make a coherent analysis and then Iâm really in trouble-â Tim cut your rambling off with a murmur of your name and you slowed your frantic movements to look at him.
âWeâre okay, right?â
You smiled at him before you walked out the glass door. âYeah, weâre alright.â
***
Last night was confusing to say the least. You could still feel the heat in your cheeks from...embarrassment? No, it wasnât that. It was more like you couldnât stand around to see what he meant by his comment. You couldnât stand around why everyone else say you as a couple when you knew you werenât. But you were okay with not being a couple werenât you?
Itâs like not you liked him that way. Yeah, a simple smile from him could turn your day around and your concourse snacks were the highlight of your week. But thatâs because he was your best friend. Itâs not like you wanted to spend every morning waking up to him or spend your afternoons running your fingers through his hair. Itâs not like you wanted to take him back to Seattle to meet Dani or how you wanted to wear his jersey to call him yours. Itâs not like you daydreamed about him gently holding your hand as you walked through ByWard market or how soft his lips would be as he leaned in to kiss you or what his abs felt like without a shirt separating your fingers from his skin.
Except it was like that.
And then came the comment at the gala. Did that mean he liked you too? But he said you were just going as friends. Did he mean it platonically? What if you read things wrong? Fuck, why were feelings so complicated?
Dani, you needed to call Dani. Sheâd know what to make of all this. She picked up on the fourth ring. âThanks for calling Books By The Ocean, may you please hold?â
âDani, itâs me.â Hold music filled your ear and you rolled your eyes. A few minutes later, there was almost certainly a hole in your rug from your pacing and she finally picked up.
âWhyâd you resort to calling the store? I wouldâve answered my phone eventually,â
âYeah, eventually. I just really need to talk to you now,â
âOkay, so whatâs up?â
âThereâs this guyâŚâ
âIs it Tim? Please tell me itâs Tim.â When you didnât answer, she rejoined before reeling it in and telling you to continue.
âAnyways...weâre pretty good friends, I've known him since like the start of the season, and I donât know, like I think he likes me? And I mean, I like him, heâs really great but, like, I just-â
âCan you get to the point please?â
âI want to take the next step with him. I want to be more than friends with him. I want all those things but⌠I just seem frozen. Like when I think about telling him, my body feels like it wonât move. It feels like Iâm underwater. But I want to do more with him. I want that. Why wonât my brain get that and let me⌠I donât know, let me act on my feelings?â
âYouâre protecting yourself. Youâve never got hurt before,â You scoffed at her statement.
âWhat do you mean, of course I have,â
âOkay, sure, when you scraped your knee or when Nancy Peters called you dumb in second grade but you havenât got hurt before. You havenât opened yourself up to someone and let someone into your heart and let them see you for who you are.â
âWell, yeah, okay, but thatâs because they might not like what they see,â
She sighed. âYou canât go through life with your walls up, kiddo. Itâs hard, but you have to trust yourself. You have to let yourself feel. You have to let people in. When we were little and moved around a lot, maybe it was a survival tactic. But youâve been in Ottawa for close to five years now and have unpacked all your boxes? Have you had any friends over? Youâve put down roots there but youâre still holding onto a survival tactic when you need to be living, not just surviving.
âI let people in--â
âNo. You donât. Has Tim ever been in your apartment? Has he seen that even though you resent Mom, you still have family photos of the four of us in your living room? Does he know about Dad? You might have told him stuff but youâre still living behind walls.â She sighed.
âLook, I donât mean to be hard on you, but I want to see you thrive kiddo. I want you to experience life, and yeah, hurt is a part of life. You arenât doing life right if you come out unscathed. And sure, maybe heâs a great friend. But in some instances, that romantic partner can fill a more emotionally secure place. People usually place more trust in their partner than just a friend. Youâve got to open up to him more than you already have if you want more from him.â
âHow do I do that?â
âYouâve got to figure that out on your own kiddo, but it probably wouldnât hurt to talk to him. Honestly; no hiding behind your friendship.â You nodded to her advice, before realizing she couldnât see you, and thanked her for her help. She hung up with the promise to chat again on Wednesday like you normally did. You threw your phone beside the sink and leaned your head against the cool counter.
Be honest with him
Okay, you could do that. Easy enough right? You just had to make a plan to tell him. You could do that.
***
You were walking through the halls close to the bench to deliver your latest stats to the coach. It was your job after the other analysts determined you âhad the youngest feetâ and could go scouring around to find the coach. You didnât mind. Besides⌠if you just happened to bump into Tim while you were down here, well then that was a completely unplanned coincidence. Since the gala and your chat with Dani afterwards, you were feeling good about where you stood with Tim. And youâd made your plan. After the game, youâd meet up for after-game snacks like most home games and you had told yourself youâd talk to him then.
You had given the latest report to the coach on the bench, walking past the locker room towards the box when you heard Tim's voice.
â...I donât know man, I just need a break from Y/n.â You stopped in your tracks. It wasnât that you meant to be nosy, but at the mention of your name⌠you wanted to see what else he had to say. You hadnât meant to smother him but you guess he saw it differently. Your shoulders dropped and you bit your lip.
âI only have a problem around them!â You could feel the breakfast in your stomach start to turn, the feeling of bile starting to rise up. A ringing started to fill your ears, the white static noise only being pieced by his once comforting voice.
âItâs just⌠We work together, you know? Itâs awkward,â Where was this attitude when you were hanging out at the start of the season? Last week? If this is how he felt, why didnât⌠what did he mean by his comment to Dakota?
His voice shook you out of your trance. âLike at the end of the day, Iâm me⌠they pay me a lot to play my game and theyâre...them.â At that, you rushed away from earshot. If that was how he really felt, then screw him. If he was the hockey star and you were just the analyst, then thatâs what role youâd play. Nothing more, nothing less. And he wasnât brave enough to say that to your face, youâd say it first.
This is why you didnât open yourself up. If you were going to get hurt either way, it might as well be the least damaging option.
Over the next few games and practices, you kept your distance from the players. You avoided the bench, sending Jody to give reports to the coach. You kept your office door closed, the blinds closed, and you made sure to time your exits of the arena to avoid Tim. If avoiding him meant you avoided the inevitable conversation where he would tell you your flaws and point out every way you misread things, then you would do that.
After you heard that, you stopped going out of your way to pass by the boys in the arena. You went into your office, closed the door, and didnât leave until you went home. When you had to sit in the stands for practices, you sat higher than you used to and ignored the waves and stared you got from the team. He sent the occasional text but you replied with an im busy too many times that he stopped trying. It was odd to you how he kept reaching out when he was the one who said he needed a break but you ignored that voice in your head.
It was a Friday when he finally confronted you. You had been so close to leaving the arena, just one more hallway, and you wouldâve been out the door and into the parking lot. He had called your name and you tried to turn the corner without him but he caught up easily, grabbing your wrist to get you to stay.
âWhatâs up? It feels like I havenât seen you in forever,â He let go of your wrist as you turned to face him.
âWell thatâs what happens when youâre a bigshot NHL player and Iâm a lowly analyst.â He squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows at your statement.
âWhat?â
âLook, I donât-- I donât think we should be friends anymore,â
He slowly nodded, thinking your words over in his head. âOkay. Um...I think⌠yeah, that could be good. I donât think we should be just friends either.â He shot you a shy smile with a spark of hope in his eyes but you frowned.
âGood. Itâs settled then.â You turned on your heel and walked away from him, only wiping your teary eye once you had rounded the corner, refusing to let him see you cry. You missed the way he frowned as you retreated.
The weekend was spent in bed, repeat episodes of Loki playing in the background. Loki never hurt you the way Tim had, the way his words dug into your insecurities of being alone creating a wound like no other. You had turned your phone off earlier as it kept buzzing with messages from him. You didnât want to hear his excuses of why and you didnât want to explain that youâd overheard his conversation. But the season wasnât over yet so you gave yourself two days to grieve. When Monday morning came, it was like nothing had ever happened.
Tim caught you in the main entrance way at the rink. It was close to 8am and you knew he didnât have practice until 11, so it was obvious he was waiting for you. You walk right past him until he softly calls your name and you stop walking, but donât turn around. âWhy are you ignoring me?â
âYou know why.â You whipped around and scoffed at him. âAnd you know what else? If you had a problem with me, you couldâve just said something. You didnât have to keep hanging out with me.â
âWhat?â
âI think we should just keep this professional, 18. Iâm nothing more than a background analyst to your hockey superstar, so letâs just stick to our jobs, yeah?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWe work together, we shouldnât be friends, you said it yourself. Itâll be better this way. Now, please, just leave me alone.â You brushed by him, bumping your shoulder with his, and you missed the way his jaw fell open at how quickly your relationship seemed to change.
He seemed to leave you alone after that. He didnât check in and he didnât send funny memes he found. He didnât text you to tell you he landed safely on road trips and you didnât congratulate him on a game well played. You could tell Brady and Josh thought it was weird but didnât say anything, just gave you pitying looks when you passed by or caught their eye in the halls.
The Senators failed to clinch a playoff spot, thanks to an overtime loss to Winnipeg. The end of the season for you was nice. It meant a shift in your work to more prospects, and thankfully, a more flexible work schedule. You didnât have to go into the arena and most of the players went back to their hometowns to visit. It was supposed to be a reprieve for you, knowing Tim wasnât even in the country. It was supposed to be relaxing, going to all the places that had helped you in the past to regroup your thoughts.
But instead, it felt suffocating, strolling through the market. Youâd been here thousands of times to clear your head, but this time the deeper you walked, the more the thoughts in your head swirled into a hurricane.
Youâd never know what home felt like. Youâd had friends tell you itâs having like extended family over around the holidays or itâs the peacefulness they felt at their lake house. You thought you had found it in Ottawa, its quaintness and history bringing you a sense of calm you hadnât had before. But only with Tim did you feel that inner peace that home felt like. Only with Tim did you feel like you could take on the world. Only with Tim did you feel whole.
And that was scary.
Feeling like one person could complete you, like they had a piece of your heart you didnât know you gave them, was scary. You were used to being on your own. Youâd done it throughout your levels of schooling and throughout the beginnings of your career. And all it took for that strength to come crashing down was a bashfully confident German hockey player.
He couldnât even tell you why. It wouldâve hurt more to hear the exact reasons why you werenât good enough for him, but it would have quelled your mind from picking on every single insecurity your mind could come up with.
Before you knew it, you were staring at the Ottawa sign. You glanced around to see couples waiting for their turn at the sign. Some of the guys had their arms around the shouldersâ of their girlfriends. Some of the girls had their hands clasped in their girlfriendsâ. Some people had their arms around the waist of their partner. But they all had a smile on their face, a fondness that was reserved for the love of their life.
Your eye caught the sight of a backwards Senators cap and your head whipped around. The person was tall and was wearing a grey hoodie. The man turned to the side and you caught a glance of the brown tufts of hair that stuck out of the cap. He threw his head back and the corners of your mouth turned up. Timâs laugh was always infectious, even if you were upset with him.
But it wasnât him.
He hadnât reached out since the day in the hallway. As much as you knew you didnât want to hear him say things more hurtful than what you overheard, you couldnât help but wonder where you went wrong. The what-ifs tumbled around in your head, the possibilities of why suddenly your friendship was too much for him.
As you stood there in the market, the memories racing through your mind mixed with images of happy couples all around you, you knew you had to get out. You donât really remember the rush of leaving, all you know is that the city that felt big for so many years now felt too small. You canât go anywhere without being reminded of him, his smile, his laugh. How his eyes glimmer from the light of a movie. You drove yourself to the airport, knowing there wasnât going to be a cab this early in the morning.
Before you knew it, you were standing outside of the familiar blue painted bookstore with your duffle bag in your hands. It was raining and overcast in Seattle, which wasnât unusual, but even the fat teardrops felt melancholic. The sign in the window said closed, but you knew Dani would be in the back, organizing new stock. You knocked on the window, the sound rattling through the worn building. A few seconds later, her head of light pink hair came to the door, opening it. Before she could question your presence, you spoke.
âHe didnât want me,â you cried. âHe didnât even see all of me and he didnât want me.â You dropped your bag as she pulled you into a hug. One hand cradled the back of your head as she pulled you out of the rain and into the store. You inhaled her scent, a mix of sea salt and the old bookstore, and squeezed her tightly. When she released you from the hug, she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, her fingers grazing down your jaw. She gave you a soft smile, before walking to the back of the store, where her apartment was. Your shoes squeaked against the old hardwood floors as you followed her towards the kitchen, where you could smell a pot of tea brewing.
She was silent as she poured you a cup, kissed your head, before whispering everything was going to work out. She slipped out of the room, giving you your space.
You didnât even have to ask. Dani let you stay with her for the summer, as long as you helped out around the store when you werenât doing your own work. She didnât push you for details about Tim, she just let you be. You tried your best to be cheery around the customers but that facade only lasted so long. When you were alone, you didnât try to hide the emptiness you felt there.
***
Too soon did the days start to get shorter, the nights colder, the pitter-patter of raindrops became more constant which meant fall was coming. The season was starting up again, and you had to head back to Ottawa. This summer at home was a nice break but you knew that running away wasnât going to solve all your problems. You were packing when a text from Josh came in.
So when are you getting in?
i land at 9pm on the 20th. Why?
Canât I wonder when my friend gets into the city?
weâre friends?
Of course we are Numbers! I donât share family recipes with just anyone :)
good to know thanks :)
You continued packing, thinking about what he said. You knew the two of you were friends, but he was Timâs teammate. His roommate. To hear him say, regardless of where you and Tim stand, that you two were still good was a relief. As much as youâve enjoyed your time away from the city, you missed work. You missed sitting in the arena, a brisk chill over your shoulder, the sounds of scraping ice and whistles. You missed the quaintness of Ottawa and, as much as heâd never let you forget it, you missed Joshâs cooking. Nights with Dani didnât compare to nights with Brady (and sometimes Emma) and Josh.
Dani parked in the loading zone of the airport. She got out of the car to help with your bag, even though you had only brought one.
âHey, listen, um. I know you donât want to talk about what happened with Tim but⌠I think you need to talk to him.â
âDani...â
âNo, listen. I think you need some closure. You ran away from a city you havenât left in five years, a city you so obviously love, because it hurt to think about him. Maybe closure means you talk to him. Maybe it doesnât. But youâve spent this whole summer looking lost, like youâre waiting for something to magically appear and make everything better. You look like youâve lost a piece of yourself and you donât know how to get it back. And thatâs not you, kiddo. Itâs never been you; youâve always been so straightforward and sure of yourself. I want you to feel like yourself again, thatâs all.â
âWhat ifâŚâ You swallowed the lump in your throat. âWhat if the piece of me that I lost isnât something I can get back?â
âThen you fill it. It might not be perfect and maybe you need lots of tape, and maybe you accept that there will be small cracks in it, but those holes make your souls yours. Itâs a part of life, and you canât avoid it no matter how hard you try.â You pulled her in for a hug, some of the tears in your eyes dropping onto her shoulder.
âThank you Dani. For everything.â She pulled back to wipe the tears from your face, a smile on her face.
âYou know Iâm always here for you, kiddo. Take care of yourself, okay?â You nodded, knowing if you spoke again, more tears would bubble over. You walked towards the departures gate, walking towards the reality you ran from.
Several hours later, you were happy to be back in Ottawa. You had missed it, as much as it pained you when you were here. Tim Hortons, bilingual signs, friendly smiles, and oh god you could have real poutine again. Yeah, it was nice to be back.
Daniâs words mulled over in your head throughout the flight, and continued to as you made your way through the airport. She was right, maybe you needed closure. Accept what happened and move on. Youâd lost friends when you graduated early, youâd lost friends when you moved away. Youâd lost friends before and this was no different.
Except you knew deep down it was different. It was Tim; it was always going to be different with him.
You shook your head, as if to physically rid yourself of the thought. If Tim didnât want to be around you, then you werenât going to waste your time waiting for him to show up. Youâd suck it up everything you had to look at a stat, but other than that youâd focus on work, focus on proving yourself in the company. You started to walk towards where youâd parked your car (without wondering how much the parking was), ignoring the happy reunions of students and families. You had been perfectly fine being in Ottawa on your own until you realized how much better it could be when you had someone.
A hand grasped your wrist and instantly, you turned around and ripped your arm from the stranger. You looked up, first to see a bouquet of flowers made up of peach roses, white tulips, and hydrangeas. Behind the colours of the flowers, you see a familiar face, eyes full of sorrow and hope. Even when you were ignoring him, he was still so easy to read.
âNumber 18.â You struggled to keep your voice even, but you lifted your head to appear as if he had no effect on him.
âHi Y/n,â He met your eyes, which you quickly darted away. âThese are for you.â He tried to hand the bouquet to you, but you shook your head.
âHow did you know when I got in?â The coldness in your voice surprised Tim, but he didnât show it, swallowing slowly before answering you.
âJosh told me." You folded your arms, your hands gripping your bag in case you needed to get away from this conversation.
âJosh mentioned it or you asked Josh?â When he didnât answer, you knew it was the latter and scoffed at his sneaky actions. You quickly turned away from him and moved faster towards the exit. You heard him sigh from behind you and before you could make a sly comment about it beneath your breath, he was ahead of you, blocking your way. You tried to side-step him, but hockey reflexes prevailed. You glared his way and tried again, silently begging him to move.
âCâmon, you have to talk to me sometime, we work together,â He commented.
âThatâs exactly it. We work together. Youâre the high and mighty NHL superstar and Iâm the nerdy analyst. We have our places. They donât mix, so really I donât have to work with you at all. So, please, if you could just move, I have nothing else to say to you.â You tried once more to step around him, but he lightly grabbed your forearm to stop you.
âBut I have stuff to say to you.â
âYou had months to say it, so Iâll say it again, please let me by.â Suddenly, he was on his knees in the airport, the flowers still outstretched in his hands.
âY/n,â
âWhat are you doing?â You hiss to him, your face darting around to see people starting to stare at Timâs grand gesture.
âI need you to talk to me, and you wonât, so Iâll beg until you agree to hear me out,â You could feel more people staring, the shutter of camera phones, the eyes of everyone in the Ottawa airport (or what felt like it) easily making up your mind. There was a reason you were an analyst, away from the spotlight, doing your work behind the scenes.
âGet up,â you started to pull on his arm, but he just stayed anchored to the ground.
âYouâll talk to me?â
â18, I will do anything as long as you stop making a scene,â At this point, your cheeks felt as if youâd stood under the beating sun for an hour. He got up from his knees, the flowers still outstretched in his hands, and you let go of his arm. You grabbed the flowers from his arms, dropping them in a garbage bin as you stalked out of the airport. Tim caught up to you and walked by your side.
You said nothing as you reached your car, unlocking the doors. You didnât even wait for him to have his seatbelt on before you were backing out of the stall and driving away. Thoughts were running wild in your head; you were angry and embarrassed at the stunt he pulled at the airport, appalled at the audacity he had to show up after what he said, and last of all you were reluctantly happy to be back in his presence again. So you went to the one place you knew you could think.
You put the car in park overlooking the suburbs. You turned it off and rested your arms on the steering wheel. You couldnât make the effort to get out and walk to the lookout spot, the car creating a safe bubble for your thoughts.
âWhy wonât you talk to me?â His soft voice broke the tense silence in the car and you scoffed.
âWeâre not friends anymore. Youâre the Senators star player and Iâm just the nerdy analyst. Thereâs no reason for me to need to talk to you.â
âSee, you keep saying that but I-I donât get it! What does that even mean?â You furrow your eyebrows as you turn to face him, his own face scrunched up and his eyes hard.
âWhat do you mean you donât get it? You said that! The last game against MontrĂŠal? I was walking past the locker room and⌠I overheard you talking with the guys.â You looked down to your lap, findling with your hands. You briefly saw Timâs hand start to move towards you, but you shook your head and it stayed in his lap. âYou said you needed a break from me. You said that âat the end of the day they pay me a lot to play my game and theyâre.. themâ. You said you had a problem with me. What was I supposed to take from that except that you didnât want me to be in your life?â
He stammered for words but you cut him off. âNo, I donât think you understand how much it hurt. Hurt to have the one person who I thought understood me to talk behind my back about how I wasnât enough for them. It hurt to know that the one person who I always wanted to talk to, didnât want to talk to me. Hurt to think that youâve only ever seen me as just some nerdy analyst who has no place in your life. I had been fine before, without you in my life, but then you came in and knocked down every barrier I ever had. And then left as if you didnât just break my life into pieces!
âI left Ottawa because it hurt too much to go to all my favourite places, because I went there with you. I let you into my safe spaces, and when you left, you shattered that security. You tainted all the good I had there. I thought that Ottawa was home before I met you,â you scoffed. âNot even close. You feel like home to me. And for you to say that I was a problem in your life?â You shook your head at him and looked down at your hands. âI tried to get over it, believe me I did. But every single place I went I was reminded of you⌠and how everything we had didnât feel like a big deal to you.â
âI never meant for that to happen.â His voice was quiet and strained, as if he was trying to keep his emotions within him.
âYou know the hardest part? I didnât just have to get over losing my best friend. I had to get over someone I fell in love with! I lost the single most important relationship with one tiny little passing conversation. And you acted like nothing happened! Like we were still friends, like you still cared for me-â
âIch liebe dich du trottel!â His outburst caught you off guard and you gulped. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the car as you whispered.
âYou know I donât speak GermanâŚâ
âYou donât need to know German to know what I said,â His eyes were hard, a look you had only seen during games.
âOh.â You shook your head and looked at him. âWait what?â
âI didnât say those things you think I did! You didnât listen to the whole thing! Brady was teasing me about me saying I donât have a problem talking to people I like and I donât normally but youâre the exception! I needed a break from you because everytime I see you, my heart starts beating faster and my hands get sweaty and I donât know how to act! And the guys said that sounds like Iâm in love with you-- and I am! I am! But when I finally started to do something about it, you ran away from me! I didnât know what to do. Besides, if I fell in love with you...it could mess with our jobs. Because if for any reason, something happens, theyâd fire you before theyâd ever trade me. And youâve worked too hard to have an opportunity like this be taken away from you because of me. So... I didnât know what to do. And then you just kept ignoring me and saying those things about how youâre just a nerdy analystâŚ. It felt like we werenât on the same page anymore and I didnât know where it came from or what to do either so I tried to give you space. But then you shut me out. And you said we shouldnât be friends. So I thought that meant.... you wanted to be more than friends? And the boys were saying that you being mean to me was just you having a hard time having feelings for me but then you⌠uh, yelled at me so I left you alone. But that doesnât mean I stopped thinking about you.â He placed one of his hands on top of your tentatively, giving you the option to shoo his hand away. When you didnât, he rubbed the skin on top of your hand. âIt never meant I stopped caring about you.â
He sighed. âI guess I see now that I should not have given you space. I shouldâve been better for you because that��s what you deserve.â
âI couldâve been better too, this isnât all your fault. I said some mean things.â
âI promise you, that when weâre together Iâm not a NHL player. Iâm just me⌠just Tim from Germany who likes hockey. You have always seen me for who I am, and thatâs...thatâs something I love about you.â
Your breath got caught in your throat. Love⌠was a big word. Love was for confident people. Love was for those who didnât understand the weight of that four letter word. Love wasnât a word you threw around. Love was scary. It asked you to place your bandaged heart in someone elseâs hands and hope they didnât drop it, shattering the pieces into smithereens. Love meant letting down those walls that time and time again had proved that needed to stay up. To protect you. To avoid the heartache of broken trust.
And here he was, throwing that word around as if the implications didnât matter. As if he didnât leave. As if he didnât call you a problem. As if he didnât know the months you spent trying to forget him and the fragments he left behind.
As if he still wasnât understanding.
âI⌠I canât do this.â You go to open the car door only for it to lock. You gasp, and you whip your head around, your eyes sharp. âThis is my car, you canât do that!â His eyes went wide and you tried again, only for it to be locked again. You gritted your teeth and he spoke before you could reprimand him again.
âDonât shut me out again! You say you canât do this, okay, but tell me why. Weâre supposed to-to talk to each other! We wouldâve had no mess if you had just talked to me after you heard what I said! So.. talk to me,â You met his soft eyes, your resolve breaking with just one look. âPlease, schatz.â
You slowly pulled your hand off the handle, letting it fall into your lap. You picked at your fingernails while trying to compose your thoughts, Timâs concerned eyes never leaving you. He murmured your name and you took a deep breath, steadying yourself.
âIâm sorry I just- I donât know if I can jump back into where we were. I know that⌠itâs different than I thought but I canât-â you cut yourself off before you said something you regret and a cold chill ran through you. âIt still hurts. I canât just unhear those things you said. Especially when they came from you. So, Iâm going to need time to process everything.â
He placed one of his hands over your fidgeting fingers and you lifted your head to meet his soft eyes. âIâll give you some space. Just let me know when you know, yeah?â Before you could nod your head, he had opened his door and got out of your vehicle. You quickly got out to question him.
âWhat are you doing?â He turns around at the sound of your voice.
âIâm⌠Iâm giving you space?â
âHow are you planning to get home? Uber?â He shrugged before nodding, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. âUh, no. No. Get in.â He raised his eyebrows and you sighed. âItâs almost 11pm, weâre in a dark forestry area, and you are the least threatening person I know. Iâm not going to let you get stabbed by some murder psycho; you still mean something to me, you know.â
At that he came over to the car, and the two of you got settled back into your seats. After you buckled up and started the engine, Tim broke his silence.
âDid you mean that? That I still mean something to you?â
You swallowed slowly and took a while to answer his question, your hand resting on the gear shift. You put the car in reverse, and looked over at him. âYouâre always going to mean something to me. Just what exactly you are changes.â You backed out of the parking lot and started the drive to his place. He was quiet for a few minutes, pondering your answer, but when he spoke his voice had the quiet confidence he always carried around with him.
âCan I ask what I am right now?â Streetlights illuminated his face and out of the corner of your eye you see him slightly turned towards you, his face unsure.
âNo. Iâll keep you updated?â
âGood enough.â
The rest of the drive back to his house was quiet, aside from the lo-fi beats you had playing in the background. Despite the tension, the drive felt comfortable. When you parked in front of his house, he cleared his throat.
âUm, thank you for the ride. Iâll see you around I guess,â He unbuckled his seat belt and placed his hand on the handle.
âGoodnight Tim.â Despite your smile, Tim really hoped your goodnight didnât also mean goodbye. He got out of your car, walked up the steps to his door, unlocked it and gave you a small wave before he went inside.
Tim was true to his word. He gave you space. He didnât go back to the lookout spot or the war memorial, knowing those were your sanctuaries before they were his. He didnât ask for updates, he didnât stop by your office, he didnât ask Josh how you were doing.
And you appreciated it. The time and space left you alone with your thoughts and you often visited the lookout spot or the war memorial, trying to find some peace, but those spots were now shared with Tim. So, for the first time in a long time, you spent time in your apartment.
When you moved in, you hadnât done anything to the place. Spaces were temporary in your experience. It was more hassle than it was worth to try to make the space your own if, in a year everything was a clean slate. But Dani was right. It had been close to six years now since you moved in. Six years. You had a stable job, you had friends here, it was time to accept that maybe this was more than temporary.
You started by unpacking the last few boxes that were stacked in the hallway. You replaced the command hooks hanging your picture frames with nails. You got new paint to liven up the living room from the basic beige it was before. You put the work into making your apartment really yours. You had to stop living behind walls and this was a first step.
The next step was to really open up.
***
You were waiting outside the dressing room for Tim to get out. You came down as soon as practice finished so you knew you wouldnât miss him. You leaned against the cool concrete, trying to control your bouncing leg. He was one of the last out of the dressing room and you shyly smiled at the other players who left. When he came out, you popped off from the wall and stood in front of him.
âDo you still want to know why I picked hockey?â You could tell your question caught him off guard but he nodded nonetheless. âYou had asked and I brushed it off...because it hurt to think about. Because it was my dad...He loved hockey. Everywhere we went, there was a team he could cheer for, but he always wished that his hometown team would win, no matter how bad they were. He took me to a game once. I had asked why he liked it so much, it was cold and loud and people were drunk and Iâm pretty sure our team was losing. We were down in the crowd and he said to me, âHockey is this great sport. It connects people. It creates families right before your eyes. Enemies can become teammates. This...this sport can be a family for you, anywhere you go. I hope one day you can find something that does the same thing for you.â Two weeks later, he had a heart attack. So, I held onto the one thing that he found belonging in. I liked my math, it made sense, and Iâm good at it. But when it came to doing something with my life, I just- I wanted something to make my dad proud of me, you know? I wanted to feel connected to him.â
Tim was silent but he pulled you into a hug, your head going into the crook of his neck. His arms went around your waist and he held you for a minute. âYour dad would be proud of you. I know he would. Whyâd you tell me now though?â
âWell, friends share personal stuff, right?â You pulled away from the hug just enough to catch his eyes. You looked up at him hopefully, and he smiled.
âYeah, they do.â He broke the hug, but kept an arm slung over your shoulder. âCâmon, friends also eat brussel sprouts for each other.â You laughed at his distaste for them and the two of you walked out the parking lot together, his arm still slung around your shoulders.
***
You looked up at the ceiling, your bedsheets twisted beside you. It had been about two weeks since you told Tim about your dad, and since then, the two of you had been exchanging texts daily. It felt familiar, even though both of you knew it was different. Not a bad different, just⌠different. Youâd been over to his place a couple times and he came over for your place for a âwelcome backâ dinner.
You were nervous to show him your apartment, but you knew you had grown into the space. It was no longer generic beige walls and command strips. The living room had an accent wall and you put nails in the wall to hang your family photos in the hallway. Tim took his time looking around your space, spending extra time in the hallway. He stopped in front of the picture of your family, all four of you, and smiled.
âMy parents are coming into town when we play the Caps in December, if you want to meet them?â He had said when you sat down to eat. You sputtered your drink a little and set down the glass.
âOnly if...you meet Dani when we go to Seattle in January?â His face broke into a grin and he nodded.
âIâd love that.â The rest of the dinner had no issues, just two friends catching up and getting familiar with each other again.
But he wanted you to meet his parents. He wanted you to meet the people who raised him, his family. And you didnât have any hesitations. You wanted to meet the people who made Tim who he is.
This past week solidified that you knew what you wanted. You wanted to meet Timâs family, you wanted to show him around Seattle, you wanted to be with him. If he still wanted to be with you.
If.
He had been pretty clear where he stood on his feelings, but the voice in the back of your mind taunted you with that one tiny two letter word. He might have seen how you reacted, how unstable you were, and how you werenât ready to jump into things as a sign you didnât want this. He couldâve taken your steps to being friends again as being just friends again. He couldâve-
You werenât going to wait around to let what-ifâs and might ofâs and couldâveâs waft around in your head. You needed to talk to him, needed to see him. So in your pajama pants and a hoodie, you braved the Canadian night and drive to his house. You parked the car, rather haphazardly, but it could wait. You skipped a step walking up to his door and quickly phoned him.
You paced back and forth on the small porch as the phone rang three times before he picked up.
âHallo?â His accent was thicker in his native language, the harsh constants sounding so soft from his lips.
âCan you come open the door?â
âWhat?â
âIâm outside. Can you open the door?â
âWhat? Itâs like...early,â
A sigh escapes you. âTim. I know. I know now.â
âWell if you looked at a clock before you left your place, you wouldâve known earlier. That wouldâve-â
âTim.â You gulped and your voice trembled slightly. âIâm ready. I know what I want.â The tone of your voice dropped its lightheartedness and that alone was enough to shake the sleep from his mind. But your words? More than enough to get him out of bed and racing (as quietly as he could in the dark) towards you.
He opened the front door in his sleep joggers to see you pacing and shaking your arms. You hadnât noticed him yet, so he took the opportunity to admire you. The way your hair fell, your Senator pajama pants that Brady gave you as a gag gift, the way you bit your lip between your teeth.
âHey.â His voice broke you out of your trance, your head whipping around to see him standing in the doorframe.
âHi.â Your voice was quiet, the nerves getting the best of you. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His hair was a mess and he was wearing the grey hoodie you knew for a fact was his favourite. âOh, right, I have to go first. Um...Are- are you still sure about your feelings for me?â He nodded. âAnd-and theyâre for sure, good feelings?â
â⌠Theyâre such good feelings.â You nodded and gave your body another shake through, as if to dissipate the nerves racing throughout your veins.
âI know itâs taken me a while to kinda sort everything out but⌠I like you too. Thatâs why hearing those things hurt so much. Thatâs why I had to take some time. I've been alone for most of my life and it was scary to let someone in so easily, unknowingly. You just waltzed in and made yourself at home in my heart and it felt like you belonged so I⌠I didnât even realize you could hurt me. And when I heard those things, it hurt more. It just solidified that I shouldâve stayed alone. You canât get hurt if thereâs no one to hurt you right? But every talk, every late night drive, everything we had...it was worth all the hurt. So Iâm ready. I want to do this with you, even if it hurts. I donât know if I can do life without you.â He pushed himself off of the doorframe and came to stand in front of you, his hand cupping your cheeks, soothing the skin under your eyes.
âI didnât mean to hurt you and I donât plan on doing it ever again, Y/n, you have to know that.â You nodded against his hands and you could feel some of his tension fade from his body. âDoes this mean⌠we could be more than friends?â
âI want to be much more than friends with you, Tim.â You bit your lip to try to stop your smile from growing so wide, but it broke through when you saw how wide his smile was and how his eyes crinkled with joy.
âDoes this mean I can kiss you now?â He asked softly, already leaning in. He left space between the two of you so you could decide but you easily leaned into him, your lips meeting. It was gentle but it was loving. You moved in sync, Timâs hand moving to the back of your head to push you closer to him. Eventually, you pulled away for air.
âSchatzâŚâ He breathed and you laughed lightly.
âYou know, I don't think you've told me what that really means,â You said with a cheeky smile.
âWould you like me to say it in English, sweetheart?â He brushed his nose with yours.
âHmm, German is fine,â You tilted your head upwards, almost brushing your lips with his. With your teasing, he let out a groan, bringing you in for another kiss. This time he broke for air, his eyes still slightly closed.
âYou know, you cured my homesickness. I never felt like I missed home because I found home in you,â He whispered. Your heart melted and you brought your lips together with a passion he hadnât seen from you before. Your hands tangled in his hair and he chased your lips as if it was a breakaway. When you broke for air, the two of you were breathless.
âAs much as I want to keep doing that, itâs also very early and I am tired. Can we go back to bed please?â His arms were still around your waist, but he leaned back enough that you could see his face, puppy dog eyes and all. You nodded to his request with a soft smile, and went to remove yourself from his arms and go back to your car, but he tightened his grip.
âI got you now, so Iâm not letting you go.â You buried your head in the crook of his neck and slowly the two of you made your way into the warm house. He led you through the dark hallways to his bedroom, giggling and sneaking kisses where you could.
You fell asleep so easily, the quickest you have the entire time you had lived in Ottawa. And it wasnât only Timâs warmth, or the way his sheets smell like hockey tape and his peppermint shampoo. You had finally opened yourself up. You had found that belonging your dad always wanted you to. And you found that in Tim; whether he knew it or not, he was home.
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âwould it be terribly cheesy if i said âit was always youâ?â
requested by @biqherosix STRAP IN, FOLKS, BECAUSE TODAY WE ARE TAKING A LOOK AT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE FOR EJ CASWELL TO HAVE A CRUSH ON A NORTH HIGH STUDENT...
so first of all, you and ej knew each other long before you ran into each other in high school. because, you see, you went to junior high together, and in those days, both you and ej were on dance companyÂ
(you can pry dance company! ej from my cold, dead fingers)
you were arguably the better dancer, and seventh grade ej really wanted to prove himself. a baby competition sprouted between the two of you, but it was nothing big.
you both liked to show off in order to taunt the other, and you both got a kick out of trying to one up each other.
but at the same time, you were teammates. you did everything together.
so the bond between you and ej was strong. it was a competition, yes, but it was friendly competition and you both actually hyped each other a lot.Â
plus, dance company does a lot of things as a group, so it was unavoidable. you were going to end up liking each other at some point. luckily, it happened sooner rather than later, and the two of you built up a nice rapport with one another - a closeness forged in friendly competition and last minute studying parties.
but all that changed when you went to north high and ej went to east high
now, since north high is completely fictional, i get to create the dynamic between the schools, so listen up everyone!
north high clearly has the better arts department, and they also have the better tennis and softball team.
east high has the better stem department as well as a better swim team and any other swim related sports.
west high has the better sport teams overall - basketball, football, volleyball, etc.
(that's why we never see any uber jocks at east highâ)
now, clearly you have your boundary school, but people get on special permit all the time, and when you say youâre going to north high ej is like ???? but why ???
âthey have a better arts department, ej, you know that!â
âwell, yeah, but east high is the best. we always said we were going to be wildcats!â
âej.... theyâre actually leopards.â
it wasnât a super emotional goodbye. you promised to stay in touch, and it wasnât like it was hard. you still saw each other around the mall, you still followed each other on instagram and what not but.... time just got between you.
you slowly stop texting, you see each other less, when you see each other in public you do that thing where you give a smile but then donât go over to say hi, because youâre wrapped up in other people. itâs not pointed things, you just... stop talking.
and you still like each others photos on instagram but youâre just... there.Â
all of that changes, however, when carlos asks you to help him choreograph hsm.
at the time, the rivalry between schools wasnât big, it was just a low simmer, and the reason carlos approached you was because once upon a time, you, ej, and him had all been in dance company together for one (1) year (it all comes full cIRCLE) and for one of your performances, you had done something hsm related.
carlos wanted to know if you remembered the routine and could help him come up with something slightly more advanced.
and while you and carlos hadnât really kept up with one another, he jokingly brought up a time where he did something for you, and how you always said youâd pay him back one day and maybe now it was time to cash it in??
you decided why not? youâve done a lot of stuff for north highâs dance company, but youâve never helped out in a musical before (and as you can imagine, north high is very competitive in their arts)
so you joined the hsm cast as co-choreographer.
now, because you had your own north high dance company stuff to deal with, you end up missing a lot of rehearsals. you mostly brainstorm with carlos and add tweaks to the choreo. carlos is the one to really ~teach~ things.
which means that while you are present for ~the drama~ that was ej-nini-ricky, you actually miss a lot of it. you feel the tension, but exactly why itâs Like That is beyond you.
you tried to ask carlos once but he said he wasnât going to get into that, thank you.
and honestly, you have competitions to keep up with, so youâre not fixated on it. youâre just hoping that theyâre not still pissed at each other on opening night, when ej has to strap ricky in for âgetcha head in the gameâ
and while youâve chatted with ej a couple of times, you havenât had much time to catch up.
you actually bond a lot with gina, who is on the same level as you in terms of dance. you end up talking and mention how ej was once on dance company, and that rocks her world because ej???
and thatâs when you show her all of the old videos you archived on your instagram from your junior high days. carlos, ej, and you all in dance company. theyâre precious.
and when ejâs friendships are strained and he doesnât have anyone to turn to, he sees you and gina laughing and crowding over your phone, and he comes to say hi.
and thus, the friendship begins again.
it is, of course, slow going because so much time has come between you, and gina and carlos (the two you hang with the most) are not on great terms with ej, but you guys grow really close all over again. ej is glad to have another senior to talk to about college, and youâre glad you have an old friend to talk to because itâs easy to feel out of place in this school that isnât yours.
and on opening night, you know ej gifts you something - maybe itâs a jacket or beanie with the wildcats emblem on it.
âitâs kinda stupid, but we always said we were going to be wildcats together, and we did it.â
âhuh, i guess we did.â
and for some reason, you chest is really warm, and you can feel the heat sneak up to your cheeks.
âthis is really sweet, ej.â
âwell, you know me.â
âyeah, i guess i do.â
and then itâs his cue to get ready to go on stage.
âoh! and there should be another surprise coming, donât hate me for not telling you!â
and youâre ??? but it turns out to be gina.
you all clearly go to denny's afterward to celebrate, and if ej feels his heart seize in his chest everytime you laugh or steal one of ginaâs fries, itâs not an unfamiliar feeling. because really, it had always been like that, with you. you never cease to amaze him.
and once youâre on the east high theatre group chat, you never get taken off of it, so you know everything thatâs going on with your theatre buddies, after hsm has finished.
and this is where a conflict of interest really comes in...
because, you see, once hsm is a hit, some of the theatre kids at north high think youâre a traitor. you gave east high their secrets, and now east high is an actual contender. uncool, (y/n).
so you kind of get iced out by a lot of north high kids. like i said. competition there is  s t e e p and youâve been accused of fraternizing with the enemy..
but when zach roy shows up and he hears about the drama surrounding one (y/n) (l/n), he gets an idea... so he approaches you one day after dance company practice...
âhe asked you to do wHAT?â
youâre texting ej, carlos, and gina in a group chat
âhe asked me to co-choreograph their show.â
âare you going to do it?â - carlos
âof course they are! do you think opportunities like this just fall out of the sky?â - gina
âi donât know, though, i feel like heâs working some angle with me. thereâs something about him that doesnât feel genuine.â
âitâs those piercing blue eyes.â - carlos
âi have piercing blue eyes!â
âand youâve never done anything underhanded?â - gina
âwe did that together!â
âwhat should i do?â
âaccept, clearly!â - gina
âiâd be careful, if i were you. miss jenn doesnât trust him for a reason.â - carlos
âitâs up to you, (y/n). youâll do great, and itâs a great opportunity.â
âbut?â
and everyone can feel the pause - the conflict where ej doesnât know what to say.
âbut nothing! this is a HUGE opportunity! heâs dancer extraordinaire derek hough zach roy! iâd be the villain of your eventual documentary if i were to try to hold you back.â
âokay... i think iâll do it. you know how competitive things are, here. this could really give me a boost.â
âhell yeah, (y/n)!â - gina
âspy on their production for us?â - carlos
âanything for you <3âł
i imagine you clash a lot with lily, but you actually become really good friends with howie and antoine. but thatâs beside the point.
and while things are on good terms at first, your bond with your wildcats stays strong, and youâre carving out a place in north high rehearsals, lily is quick to find out that youâre on the east high group chat.
and because this is hsmtmts, i get to have some fun with this premise.
lily gets some kind of tech nerd on her side, and she gets him to make it so that somehow, the text that you get from the theatre group also send to her phone, for maximum stalking of the competition. thatâs how she always gets one step ahead of east high.
and as north high seemingly continues to have insider info on east high, someone suspects thereâs a leak.... which leads to you. who else has access to north high? so they send a fake text and wait to see if north high takes the bait.
they do. so now east high thinks itâs you.
but at this same time, you keep noticing that suspiciously, whenever you get a text from east high theatre department, lilyâs phone goes off to. literally at the same moment, youâre doing your own test to see if somehow she hacked your phone.
(you had your suspicions because lily is actually terribly bad at hiding her hand and constantly makes remarks that make you Thinkâ˘.)
you confirm lily to have hacked your phone, and so you go old school and show up to east high, hoping to tell them what happened and find some fix (since east high is the mother of all tech schools in this universe.)
but when you walk into the auditorium, the cast is being really passive aggressive toward you? and youâre so confused? what happened?
of course, ricky is the only to confront you because these days, it seems like heâs always one (1) moment away from blowing up.
and you explain that you were played just as much as they were - it was never your intention to betray them. east high is your family.
âoh, yeah? iâve never known an east high leopard to go to north high.â
and so now weâre in shambles! weâre divided!Â
you leave, upset, and ej catches you in the hall. he tries to explain that rickyâs been on one, recently, that none of his anger was really meant for you, and that he believes you - truly. he knows youâre the last person to ever betray them. youâre not like that. thatâs more him than it is you.
and you just give him the worldâs biggest  h u g .
now youâre probably wondering why i insisted on this particular plot line, but let me tell you - ej never really understood completely what a complete breach of trust it was for him to steak niniâs phone and violate her privacy like that. now he can see how deeply it affects you - how it can really ruin people in ways you never intend. itâs about the learning curve.
anyway, it takes you a while to build up trust with east high again, but you say âhey, why donât you guys continue to send false leads to this group chat? make another for yourselves, and continue to spread misinformation to me.
ej is like... do you really want to sabotage your own show? but you tell him something along the lines of âour show is still going to have superior choreography, lily is just going to waste her time doing pointless side missions. it has nothing to do with the quality of my work.â
and ej loves this competitive and devious side of you so much. but heâs also deathly terrified of telling you how much he cares about you, because he always manages to screw things up.
and gina finds hilariously endearing because of all people to be self conscious... ej caswell? the ej caswell? she would be his hype woman if she wasnât so busy finding this all too Good to be true.
eventually, lily will find out, but when she confronts you and threatens to tell the cast that youâre the reason theyâre so behind in their production, you tell her that to do that, sheâd have to confess to stealing your phone, hacking into it, and using it to spy on you which breaks like 23 different school rules. but sure! tell everyone! youâd love to see how the principal reacts when you film it and show it to them on monday.
(this is getting really long, let me see if i can wrap it up, quick)
clearly, ej is an Idiot when heâs in love, and even though heâs deathly afraid of telling you his feelings, that doesnât stop him from expressing them.
both of you are in your respective musicals, and your rehearsal schedules align really nicely, so a lot of the time, ej will drive up to north high afterward so he can give you a ride home. (you donât have a car, okay?) you guys always stop to get fast food or a drink at starbucks or something, and you have little âdatesâ where ej parks the car and the two of you eat in his car, just chatting about your day.
or on weekends, you and ej go and drive up to the state college that ej was admitted to, and you walk around campus, trying to envision him there. and if youâre also going to a school nearby, you do the same for you. (bonus points if youâre going to the same college, so you walk around and pick out the places where youâll chill together.)
and if these little excursions of yours are the highlight of your week, and all you want to do is hold ejâs hand forever, singing in the car with the windows down and driving into the sunset... well, you just hope that ej wants the same.
and since ej is in av club, and heâs really trying to dig in and figure out what his story is, heâs always got a camera of some kind out, and some of his best work, he swears, are pictures and videos of you.
anyway, at some point, you confess to ej that you have a crush on him (howie probably pushed you to do it because he was tired of seeing you pine).
itâs a weekend and the two of you are procrastinating on your respective school assignments (study sessions being interrupted with senioritis? sounds about right) so instead youâre just sitting on the floor, staring at the ceiling, talking about whatever. and i think it just slips out, and when you realize what youâve said, youâre vvv embarrassed, and you donât even want to look at see how ej reacts, but he calls your name and you turn to him, a deadly mixture of dread and hope rooted in your stomach and shaking you to your core, but ej is smiling and in his eyes is something brighter than the sun, and when he tells you heâs feels the same, itâs like that dread in your stomach blooms into pure joy and when he tells you heâs had a crush on you since you were eighth graders and you were a better dancer than him, you canât help but laugh until all of that warmth in your stomach has escaped into the air and hangs around the two of you like low hanging stars - so close, you can reach out and touch them.
anyway, cue lots of sneaking around north high - not because itâs a secret but because itâs fun hiding in the back of the auditorium and sneaking into the empty dance room.
cue cheering for each other at the menkies and congratulating each other when east high gets best musical, and north high gets best choreography (amongst others).
cue going to dennyâs to celebrate and laughing until your sides hurt, stealing each otherâs fries, and holding hands under the table.
(also... ej 100% would kiss your fingers when your hands are intertwined and thatâs truly a blessing)
cue going to pool parties together for no other reason than i want all of the east high kids to do an impromptu rendition of âall for oneâ and ej gets to hit ricky with one of those blow up beach balls âfor revengeâ on the basketball moment in season 1.
plus, a pool party would do wonders for destressing, donât lie.
AND FLUFF ENSUES.
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