#ive got drafts for basically everything i should be posting besides this but- i do what i want

[risetherivermoon]

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“Take me out.” She says. Nicky blinks.

“Huh?”

“On a date, let’s go out.” She nudges them a little. Nicky tilts their head to the side.

“You- I just told you I’ve been sleeping with not just one of your best friends, but two of them, and with your twin brother as well. Now you want to go out with me?” Nicky laughs in astonishment, running a hand through their bangs. “Respectfully, Sparrow, are you an idiot?” Sparrow pouts at that.

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hii i posted a chapter of smth lovesong related!! aka incredibly self indulgent sapphic & ace-spec lovesong

this is the first time ive posted any of my lovesong writing, sooo enjoy! i love nicky and sparrow sm

(title from Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan)

[bangtans-peaceful-piegon]

My Cup of Tea: Prologue

My Cup Of Tea: Prologue | YoongixReader

Warnings for this Chapter: none, just a post-breakup suffering OC who is saved by a whole Min Yoongi

“Coffee is bitter, so people add a little bit of sugar or creamer until it suits their taste. However, once it’s added it can’t be separated. It’s also addictive, it’s your choice to keep it as your poison or to control how much you take. Some people need it, some people don’t...In that case, it really isn’t their cup of tea.”

A/N: im finally deciding to post this after who knows how long sajkdfhd,, tysm for beta reading this for me @jtrbluv !!! again u were a huge help because the tag game you tagged me in gave me the final push to actually post this fic thats been collecting dust in my drafts. ily boo !!! <3 it also took a while because i wanted to do more research for this fic. i dont think ive read about or drank so much tea in my life for the past few months. pls enjoy the prologue everyone!

Word Count: 1,600+

You sat in the worn out leather booth, eyes trained on the steaming mug in front of you.

What just happened?

Something that took five years to grow ended in mere seconds.

Five years of dedication.

Five years of convincing yourself it would work out, that it could be fixed.

Five years spent on a relationship that should’ve ended before it began.

You mindlessly took a sip of your coffee hissing as the hot brew burnt your tongue, mind drifting back to the argument that occurred hours ago...

“You’re never here!”

“Was I not enough for you?”

“Where’s the old Y/N that I knew and loved?”

You weren’t sure about what was said after that except for... “I’m seeing someone else.”

The bruising pain on your tongue began to throb and you couldn’t help the tears that formed.

You never liked coffee, but the café was your favorite place. 

Perhaps it was the enticing aroma that attracted you every time you walked in, or maybe it was the cleverly thought out name that was in the form of childlike puns: Bearly Awake Brew.

Either way, you couldn’t despise coffee any more than you already did in this moment.

“Are you alright?”

You whipped your head up to see a man standing above you.

Through your bleary eyes you could make out a set of kind brown ones shielded by black frames which rested atop a boopable nose. On his head, a black mop of neatly trimmed hair along with soft cheeks paired with a soft jawline.

The man was dressed in a black turtle-neck and long-coat as if returning from a meeting discussing the newest stocks and bonds of business.

After a small, possibly noticeable, ogling of the stranger, you shook your head ‘no.’

He motioned to the seat across from you raising his brows inquisitively, “May I?” 

This time you slowly nodded.

He seemed harmless enough, and even if he tried anything there was pepper spray in your purse.

You sniffled as he took a seat.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No y-you wouldn’t understand.” He leaned forward onto his elbows—a determined furrow in his brow.        

“Try me.”

Who was this guy? He didn’t come off as threatening but somewhat… familiar.

You couldn’t quite place his face or remember his name.

“Not yet, right now I just need a good cry,” you replied sinking further into your seat.

“Alright.” He said, shrugging and not saying much, or really, nothing.

He sat across from you— not making eye contact but quietly observing the café.

Several questions raised in your mind: Where did he come from? Why is he here of all places? Did someone send him with the intention to make you feel even more like a fool than you already did?

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you asked when the silence became a little too long.

“No, not really...” he replied slowly. “Would you like me to leave?”

“No, I mean, it’s just-“ you hesitated, “You’re fine,”

“Ok then.”

Silence.

One look at him and it’d be hard to believe women find him approachable, but the man came up to you.

Much less, while you were on the verge of outright bawling in the middle of a café.

“What’s your name?” you asked, initiating conversation. You might as well since he was there.

“Yoongi. Yours?” You hesitated knowing it wasn’t fair to not give him your name.

“I’ll reassure you I’m not a stalker, at least not the bad kind.”

You let out an amused scoff, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He chuckles and you couldn’t help but enjoy the sound.

Were you really that joy deprived?

“Ok then, I’m Min Yoongi, and I’m a stocker. As in I distribute and track merchandise in stores.” he reaches a hand out to shake and you can’t help but stare at it.

“Well go on I won’t bite,” you huffed a laugh, taking his hand and shaking it.

He smiles and you can’t help but return it.

Who is this guy?

“Why don’t we go for a walk?”

You contemplate his offer.

You had just met him but you hadn’t had casual conversation in a while… or hung out with friends for that matter. So maybe it’d be good for you after-

“Sure let’s go,” You replied immediately while standing up, maybe a little too quickly— your chair scratching the wooden floors and making a startling sound as you headed to the door.

He raised his brows in surprise at the sudden burst of energy before trailing behind you, ignoring the stares of café patrons.

“Hey wait up!”

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This was another reason why you visited the quaint coffee shop often.

The park outside was always bustling with life and energy.

There was a little pond where ducks would glide across its surface diving from time to time, scavenging for the weeds at the bottom, maybe even getting sustenance from people who were ignorant of the ‘Do not feed the ducks’ sign.

It also had an open field where locals and families would enjoy the hot summer days by setting up little camps with blankets and food or even play small games of football or soccer.

While children played in the vast expanse of green, parents would sit back and converse with strangers forming new friendships. It was a place of change and growth and you loved it.

“So,” Yoongi continued as you both walked down the dirt path, “other than your name, and why you were crying in my café, is there anything about you I have yet to know?” Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted your sight to the ground.

“There’s nothing much really,” you replied with a shrug before backtracking his sentence, “Wait, your café?”

“Don’t change the subject. There’s got to be one thing about you… how about your favorite color?”

You purse your lips at the dodging of the question, albeit a basic one, but it was a start. “I guess Rainbow,”

He nodded with a hum, “Wise choice,”

You let out a huff of amusement, “Alright wise guy, what’s yours?”

He pondered for a moment before affirmatively replying, “Black,”

You hummed. “Kind of... dark, isn’t it?”

He turned around and shrugged, “I’d say the rainbow but you took it already,”

You scoffed, resuming your place beside him.

He continued asking basic questions to which you replied and vice versa.

You liked dogs, but him on the other hand didn’t have a favorite animal, at least until he adopted a poodle which made him keen on the creatures, more specifically one named Holly.

You were allergic to bees and he was allergic to cats.

You both enjoyed a variation of music from rap to classical piano music, but the question also led to a debate on what artist is the most superior to all.

Neither of you won, and concluded neither lost with valid points made during said argument.

It only felt like minutes had gone by but wasn’t until you looked at the time that you realized how late it was.

The crowd at the park had begun to thin out while shops surrounding the area were beginning to close for the day.

The once bright sunlight began to fade behind clouds as it began its descent to the horizon.

“I should probably be heading home,” you cut in politely before he could delve into the topic of what they would do in a post-apocalyptic world.

“Oh,” he replied, obviously disappointed.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well could I ask you one more thing?”

You nodded expecting it to be another ‘get to know you’ question or something along the lines of ‘if you had to would cut your arm or leg off?’ but it was something much more complicated.

“Can I get your number?”

You stiffened, unsure how to respond.

You weren’t sure if he was asking as a friend or a man with an ulterior motive.

Could you really do it?

Especially after you had just-

“I’m sorry that came out wrong,” He quickly mended, fumbling his words, realizing your distress.

“I think you’re really great, and I’d like us to continue talking. Just two people who enjoy each other’s company, you know?”

You looked up at him and saw he was offering to be friends that would be nothing more.

You couldn’t deny: you had fun.

For the first time in a long time.

Maybe it wasn’t a relationship you needed, but a friendship.

You smiled, “I’d like that,”

You reached into your pocket pulling out your phone, “Here.”

You both swapped devices, putting in the respective numbers. Once the contact was added, you returned each device to the rightful owner.

He grinned, holding up his phone, “How about a contact photo?” 

You smiled, nodding as you  stood beside him while  he took a selfie of you side-by-side. Once the picture was taken he slid his phone into his pocket. “Thanks,” he glanced down at the phone, that darn smile growing on his face, “Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon?” 

You nodded and finally split ways.

As you began the trek toward your apartment a dopey smile remained plastered on your face.

Maybe everything would be alright.

[yourhockeyboys]

One Night Stand

So this has been in my drafts for pretty much forever.  I havent posted it because ive been a little afraid to in all honesty but here goes nothin.  I hope you enjoy it!!

-Cassie

           You weren’t the type of girl that ever had one night stands, like ever, and you were by no means a puck bunny but when Connor McDavid himself started buying you drinks you couldn’t say no.  For crying out loud it was Connor McDavid, no one could say no.  But the little plus sign was a harsh awakening as to why you didn’t have one night stands.  It wasn’t just a maybe either, this was the fifth test you took.  To make matters even worse every time you had tried to call he sent your call directly to voicemail.  Understandably, no one wanted to keep in touch with a one night stand but what if you were calling to tell him you tested positive for HIV or chlamydia or YOU WERE PREGNANT with his child.

           You weren’t sure what to do, you couldn’t raise a child on your own you could barely keep yourself together.  You were on the verge of writing a letter, a fucking letter, until a friend had suggested you going to a game and getting his attention.  At first it seemed like a great idea but now being at the Rogers Place along with 18,000 other people getting the great captains attention seemed hopeless.  With about ten minutes left in the third you made your way out and down to the changeroom area.  You waited an hour and a half outside the doors receiving looks from everyone that walked by you making you want to scream as loud as you could. Finally, Connor left the changeroom, his hair wet from his shower, his suit looking perfect, and a beautiful smile across his face.  

            He looked in your direction telling his teammates he would catch up with them later.  The smile that was on his face seconds ago, turning into a frown making you regret your decision to tell him.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks you lowly pulling you into a corner.

            “I called you” you start slowly “I wouldn’t have to be here if you would have just answered your phone.”

            “Well sorry (y/n) people don’t usually keep in contact with their one night stands” he says with annoyance laced in his words “I gave you my number but people don’t usually call their one night stand.”

            “You don’t have to keep on reminding me that I was only a one night stand” you say anger taking over you “I found something out and I can’t do it on my own, I don’t have the money to or the time or the mental strength.”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks his voice soft “(y/n) you sound like you’re going to say you’re pregnant.”

           “Connor, I am” you whisper “you got your one night stand pregnant.”

            You could see all the colour drain from his face, mimicking yours after you saw the first test and after your doctor told you. “B-but… but that’s not possible, we-I used protection (y/n) I can’t raise a kid I have my career, I don’t even know you how can we raise a kid together?”

            “And what Connor my life doesn’t matter, I’m in school, I plan to have a career, I can’t raise a kid all by myself” does he really think that you’re going to raise a kid on your own?  Of course, people did it but there is no way you could.

           “That’s not what I meant of course your life matters too but come on (y/n), I the captain of a fucking NHL team you can easily put school on hold for a little while.”

           “Oh!” you yell having absolutely no other response.  Does he realize how expensive university is?  Even though he was handed a full ride scholarship you thought maybe he would have some idea of the cost.

           “Ok that came out wrong” he says quickly “I mean if you’re going to have this kid you’ll have to put school on hold.”

           “I’m not going to get rid of it Connor so yes I will have to put my life on hold, which isn’t what I’m asking you to do, I am just asking you for help” you take a pause to catch your breath and make sure you aren’t about to cry “I don’t have the money to raise a child by myself.”

           “Fine if it’s about money I’ll give you money every month.  But (y/n) I can’t be a father.”

           “Then you’re a coward Connor” the words come out like venom “A fucking coward, you made a mistake and you won’t stand up and help take care of the fucking problem.  Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t want any part of this child’s life, I wouldn’t want him to take any traits from you anyways.”

           “You said him?” he questions quietly looking down at your stomach “did you already find out?”

           “No, it’s still way too early to.  I just have a feeling” you reply, instinctively bringing your hands to your stomach “I’m only about two months along.”

           You stand in silence for a few minutes, silently contemplating what you should do. Apologize for calling him a coward? Ask him once more to be a part of the baby’s life?  Or just leave?  You pick the last option and begin to make your way out of the arena before the tears start flowing.

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           “Whenever you’re ready in there little buddy, mommy’s ready for you to get outta there” you laugh a little at the baby voice Connor used, it wasn’t the first time but it always managed to make you laugh.  

             Connor hadn’t chased after you that day at the arena but two weeks later at an ultrasound appointment he showed up and shed a tear when the technician played the heartbeat, not that he would ever admit it, and continued to come to every appointment since then.  He had introduced you to his team as his girlfriend even though he hadn’t asked you about it.  But after that he asked you and made it official, and five months later you were basically living in his house.  

              Now in the home stretch of your third trimester you couldn’t wait to get the baby boy out.  Indeed, your hunch had been right, Connor insisted you find out the gender to be sure you were buying the right products and because he though it would be a girl and wanted to prove it to you.  The baby’s room had been painted and all set up, the theme, of course, Edmonton Oilers and hockey in general.  At first the rest of the team had been hesitant about you, wondering if Connor was positively the dad and weary that you were just using him for the money but after you convinced them with a DNA test they took you in and treated you like family.  You understood the hesitancy and you were glad for it knowing that your baby would be raised in such a wonderful environment.  Many of the wives that were already mothers were ecstatic to help you with everything and the entire team loved teasing Connor about becoming a dad.

           “Con, I’m happy that I chose you to have a one night stand with” you smile at him “but if he ever asks I think we should tell him something else.”

           “Yeah” Connor says after thinking about it for a minute “that sound like a good plan.  I’m happy you didn’t give up when I didn’t answer your calls.”

           “(y/n) after he’s born I’m going to marry you” Connor says moving up the bed to be beside you “because you deserve everything and I’m going to give it to you.”

           You can’t help the tears that start coming out of your eyes “I love you so much Connor McDavid” you say leaning forward to kiss him.

           “And don’t worry” he starts again “I’m going to propose to you in the best way you could ever thing of.”