#maybe i didn't miss hockey after all and they should go back to not doing that

[zweisaitl]

just got out of work and checked them score. um. oilers what was that

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Sleeves

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Short Fem!Reader

Warnings: Quinn thinking you're hot af, so slightly mature in that sense but nothing extreme.

Summary: Jersey sleeves are just a little too long for you.

Notes: Reader is described as short but not a specific height. I, a short person, could be wrong here, but I assume the taller you are the longer your arms are hense the height focus in this fic. Also it's a 43 Hughes jersey not Quinn's own one because we're all different sizes and I don't want anyone to be unable to imagine it, y'know????

Had this idea cause my Jack Jersey has super long sleeves and it makes me feel safe and silly (I'm getting a Quinn jersey for X-mas from my brother and i'm very excited)

It's baffling actually, when you really think about it, that you'd been dating a pro-Hockey player for nearly 8 months and hadn't owned a single jersey until now. Sure, Quinn had tried to convince you to just borrow one of his, his desire to see you in his jersey practically an obsession, but half the time they were sweat stained and stinky and you kind of just wanted one designed for you and your body. So you'd gone to his games in just your normal clothes, sometimes you wore the stupid t-shirt Jack and Luke got you with Quinn's face on it for your birthday, but you'd never worn a hockey jersey.

This had seemed a shame and you'd decided enough was enough. You went to all Quinn's home games and tried to go to as many away games as possible, you thought that surely you should, as a dutiful girlfriend wear a #43 jersey. It felt wrong, somehow, not to have at least one, to wear one at least once.

So you'd bought one, taken your time considering which version to get, which size you preferred. You hadn't told Quinn because any time you wanted to buy something for yourself he always did it for you, claiming he had more money than he knew what to do with. As sweet as it was, sometimes you wanted to spend your own hard earned money. Plus, you'd wanted it to be a surprise. It was practically on his bucket list at this point, it felt like something...big.

So you'd kept it quiet, bought a #43 Hughes black skate jersey in a size just this side of too big, oversized for the comfort factor. What you hadn't anticipated was how you felt wearing it...or Quinn's reaction.

It was just fabric, just a jersey but the moment you slipped it on you felt...safe. The fabric was soft against your skin, not tight or claustrophobic and the sleeves...oh the sleeves were your favourite part. You were short, that was a fact of life, you hadn't grown upwards since you were 14 and you'd made your peace with it. Didn't really have a choice, given that you spent all your time around hockey players. Some of whom were absolute giants, Meyers came straight to mind. Quinn was considered a smaller player in the business and even he made you feel short. Being short, had the effect though of making the sleeves of your jersey gigantic.

You couldn't really describe the sheer joy you felt when the sleeves went past your fingertips absolutely swallowing your hands. You felt like a little kid again, you felt comfy, and safe. Maybe it was scratching some sort of anxiety itch in your brain or maybe it was that you'd missed this feeling from when you were a kid, the feeling of being so so small that everything else felt giant, but you loved it either way.

Your plan was to hide the jersey until Quinn's next game, ready to surprise him when he looked for you during warmups, ready for him to realise you were finally wearing his name and number. Something he'd been not so subtly pushing for months every single time he conveniently left a jersey out next to your game day clothes before he left for the rink.

The moment he left for the game after a goodbye kiss and some I love yous, you'd put the jersey he'd left on the bed away (no matter how many times he washed it it still had the lingering smell of hockey...) and reached into the back of the wardrobe, underneath a series of boxes and miscellaneous items, for your own. You'd hidden it well, so far back, it was actually a struggling to get to.

You'd slipped it on over your jumper and layers, letting the sleeves fall over your fingertips. That familiar safe, giddy feeling filling you as you twirled in a circle in front of the mirror before dropping your shoulders, closing your eyes and just enjoying it. There was something about the physical sensation that was enjoyable, the way it felt, the sense of comfort it brought, but it went past that. It felt good to look in the mirror and see Quinn's number on your arms, across your back, his surname plastered in the large font. It felt good to wear a reminder of him.

You opened your eyes after a few moments of flapping the long sleeves about, a childish joy in the flap of fabric. Your sight snagging in the mirror on the doorframe behind you, Quinn leaning a shoulder against it, kit bag at his feet. He had softest smile on his face, the sort of smile that made his eyes crinkle gently and had his teeth poking out just so.

You spin around to face him startled, not expecting him to be back. Your fingers meeting and twisting together, hidden beneath the lengths of sleeve fabric.

"Did you...did you forget something?"

It's obvious to him that you're trying to avoid the elephant in the room, the surprise he's clearly ruined. It's not his jersey, but it is and it's all he's wanted to see you in for months now...Fuck, you look good in his jersey. You've brought it in a size that's just the right sort of oversized, swallowing familiar curves under layers of black, yellow and red fabric. How you make something that hides every part of you look so good he doesn't really understand, but he thinks that maybe that just says more about how he feels about you than anything else.

Your hands are invisible, swallowed by fabric and his name and number across your back were practically searerd into his retina. A memory pressed into the pages of his mind. It's stupid, possessive, ridiculous, caveman-ish but, fuck, he likes that you're saying you're his, likes that everyone can see it. That it's his name across your back.

"My number looks good on you..." Quinn bites down on his bottom lip, tilts his head to the side as his eyes trail over you. The way he's looking at you, you'd think you were stood there naked, not swallowed in fabric. It makes your cheeks warm.

"Quinn..." You let out and embarrassed whine, hands coming up to cover your face as he trails his way closer, feet padding softly across the carpet. His gear forgotten in the doorway, the sense of urgency to get the last piece he forgot and get to the rink, gone. Game? What game?

You feel his presence first, feet stopping close to your own, his form towering over you as he wraps his hands gently around your wrists and tugs them free from your face. He's practically grinning at you, that one strand of brunet hair falling across his brow as he leans down towards you.

"The sleeves too, you look cute in it, fuck..." He tugs on the ends of the sleeves, examining the way your hands are swallowed by the fabric. The cute wiggle of them from underneath before being swallowed whole.

"This for me, pretty girl?"

You nod, feeling oddly shy in front of him as his eyes keep following your form like he can't quiet get enough. It's surreal, you've had boyfriends who didn't even look at you like that when you were dolled to the nines, you're just in a jersey, some ordinary clothes, everything covered, nothing special, "...It was supposed to be a surprise...for tonight."

"Ah," he fills in the blanks. He's ruined it by coming back unexpectedly, because he forgot his stupid mouthguard of all things. He imagines it though, being on the ice, looking for you like he always does, his eyes gravitating towards you like he's stuck in your orbit. He can see the way you'd look in the lights of the rink, his number proudly displayed. Could see the way he'd probably stop dead on the ice, probably get a bunch of shit from the guys, can see Petey shoving him with a laugh, but he'd not care at all because you're finally wearing his jersey and he's been waiting for this for months.

"Can you, uh, never take it off?" he laughs, tugging you closer, arms wrapping around you as his fingers trail across the letters making up his name on the back. Memorising the feel of it, his name on you, finally.

"Quinn..."

"What? You look...fuck, you look so good in my jersey, baby, like...unreal..." He means it and you know he means it because he's got that sparkle in his eyes that screams his feelings out loud without a single word.

"...you have a game to get to.." you mumble, face pressing into his chest, trying to hide from him because only Quinn can make you quite this bashful after this length of time together. Only Quinn can seemingly disarm you completely.

He presses a kiss to the top of your hair, cheek pushing against the crown of your head as he rocks you side to side.

"Mmm, you're not gonna take this off, right? You're still going to wear it to the game for me, baby?" There's a little slither of fear that he might have embarrassed you, that you'll hide the jersey away somewhere and he'll never see you in it again.

"...Yeah, i'll still wear it for you..."

He thinks this might just be what he wants for the rest of his life. You in his jersey, you with his name across your back, you...with the name you might one day share proudly taking up space for everyone to see.

In that moment, he realises, he's a complete fucking goner for you. He's well and truly fucked in the best sort of way.

[estapa-edwards]

ENEMIES -- R.MCGROARTY

paring: rutger mcgroarty x fem! reader

word count: 2k

requested? no

warnings: use of y/n.

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The moment I first laid eyes on Rutger McGroarty, I knew we were destined to clash. He was arrogant, with a smug grin that seemed permanently etched on his face, and I, well, I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

We met during freshman orientation at the University of Michigan. As I was walking to my first class, he nearly knocked me over with his oversized hockey bag.

"Watch where you're going!" I snapped, glaring at him.

He smirked, looking me up and down. "Maybe you should watch where you're walking."

From that day on, our interactions were a constant battle of wits and snarky comments. Whether it was in the cafeteria, the library, or even in the hallway between classes, we couldn’t seem to be in the same vicinity without exchanging harsh words. 

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Library encounter -

I was deep in thought, trying to concentrate on my studies when I heard someone loudly discussing last night's hockey game. Annoyed, I turned to find Rutger sitting at a nearby table, clearly trying to distract me.

"Could you keep it down? Some of us are actually trying to study," I said, shooting him a glare.

He looked up, feigning innocence. "Oh, sorry. I was just celebrating our latest victory. Maybe if you came to a game once in a while, you'd understand."

Rolling my eyes, I replied, "I'd rather not waste my time watching a bunch of guys chase a puck around."

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "You don't know what you're missing."

Cafeteria Encounter -

I was waiting in line to grab a coffee when Rutger stepped in front of me, cutting in line.

"Excuse me, I was here first," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.

He turned around, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe if you were faster, you wouldn't have this problem."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "You're unbelievable."

He winked, grinning cheekily. "I know."

Post-Game Banter -

After a particularly intense game, I found myself walking past Rutger, who was surrounded by his teammates, celebrating their win.

"Nice game," I said, trying to sound indifferent.

He looked over, smirking. "Thanks. I guess you enjoyed watching us win, didn't you?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep the playful tone out of my voice. "Don't flatter yourself. I was just there for the free snacks."

He chuckled, stepping closer. "Sure, whatever you say."

The Encounter That Changed It All -

We found ourselves in the library again, our usual battleground for our heated debates and arguments.

"If my team wins the championship this year," Rutger started, a confident smirk playing on his lips, "you have to come to every home game next season and wear our team jersey."

I raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "And if they lose?"

His grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes unmistakable. "Then you never have to speak to me again."

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating the stakes. But the competitive side of me couldn't resist the challenge. "Fine, you're on."

Rutger extended his hand towards me, sealing the deal. "Deal. Prepare to become a hockey fan, Y/N." 

As the season progressed, the bet became the center of our playful banter. Rutger would often tease me about how much I was going to enjoy the games, while I would brush off his comments with sarcastic remarks.

"Can't wait to see you in that jersey," he would say with a wink.

"Don't get too excited," I would reply, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "I'm only doing this because I'm confident your team will lose."

But deep down, I was starting to enjoy our banter and secretly looked forward to attending the games, even if it was just to prove Rutger wrong.

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The championship game was the climax of our bet. The tension was palpable as both teams fought fiercely for the win. In the final moments, with the score tied, Rutger managed to score the winning goal, securing the championship for his team.

I watched in disbelief as Rutger celebrated with his teammates, realizing that I had lost the bet. I would have to honor our agreement and attend every home game the following season, wearing the team jersey. 

The stadium was buzzing with excitement after the intense championship game. Rutger, sweaty and exhilarated from the win, found me waiting near the exit.

"So, what did you think?" he asked, a smug grin on his face as he approached me.

I crossed my arms, trying to maintain a composed expression. "It was a good game, I'll give you that."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reluctant admission. "Just good? Come on, it was amazing! Admit it, you enjoyed watching us win."

I sighed, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips. "Fine, it was more than just good. You played really well."

Rutger's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, the playful tension between us palpable. "I knew you'd come around eventually. So, are you looking forward to wearing our team jersey at every home game next season?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to maintain my defiant stance. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I still have a whole season of hockey to endure."

He chuckled, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Trust me, you're going to love it. And who knows, maybe you'll become a hockey fan after all."

I smirked, shaking my head in disbelief at how much our relationship had evolved since our first encounter. "We'll see about that, McGroarty."

Rutger winked, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I'm looking forward to our next bet."

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It was a chilly evening, and the university campus was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming hockey season. Rutger had invited me to a pre-season team event, and despite my initial reluctance, I decided to go.

The atmosphere was lively, with music playing and teammates mingling with friends and family. Rutger greeted me with a warm smile as I arrived.

"Thanks for coming," he said, handing me a drink. "I promise, you'll have a great time tonight."

I looked around, feeling slightly out of place among the hockey players and their friends. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Rutger chuckled, taking my hand and leading me towards the dance floor. "Come on, let's have some fun."

As we danced, I couldn't help but notice how different Rutger was outside of our usual bickering. He was kind, attentive, and surprisingly charming. The tension between us was undeniable, and I found myself drawn to him more than I cared to admit.

After a few songs, Rutger pulled me aside, his eyes searching mine. "Y/N, I have a proposition for you."

I raised an eyebrow, curious about what he was about to say. "What kind of proposition?"

He took a deep breath, his expression serious yet playful. "How about another bet?"

I laughed, intrigued by his proposal. "Another bet? What are the stakes this time?"

Rutger grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "If my team wins the season opener, you have to go on a date with me. And if they lose, I'll leave you alone for good."

I considered his offer, the competitive side of me tempted by the challenge, but still reluctant to admit my growing feelings for him. "I don't know, Rutger. What's in it for you?"

He chuckled, leaning in to press his lips against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions and tension that had been building between us.

Pulling away slightly, Rutger looked into my eyes, searching for a response. "So, do we have a deal?"

I sighed, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words, despite my reservations. "Alright, Rutger, we have a deal. But don't get too confident."

He grinned, his eyes shining with excitement. "I look forward to winning this bet."

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The day of the season opener had arrived, and the excitement on campus was palpable. Rutger had been training hard, and the team was in high spirits. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself drawn into the anticipation of the game.

The stadium was packed with enthusiastic fans, and the atmosphere was electric as the game began. I watched nervously from the stands, cheering for Rutger and his team, even though I was still trying to maintain my competitive edge.

The game was intense, with both teams giving it their all. As the final minutes ticked away, the score remained close, and the tension in the stadium was palpable.

Then, in the last moments of the game, Rutger managed to break away from the defense and score the winning goal. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the team celebrated on the ice.

I watched in disbelief as Rutger skated towards the sidelines, his eyes searching for me. He winked and blew me a kiss, his grin wide and triumphant.

After the game, I waited for Rutger outside the locker room, still processing the outcome of the bet. When he emerged, sweaty and exhilarated from the win, he greeted me with a triumphant smile.

"So, about that bet," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

I sighed, trying to maintain my composure, but the smile on my face betrayed me. "Yes, you won fair and square. I'll honor our deal."

Rutger grinned, leaning in to press his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with victory and the realization of our growing feelings for each other.

Pulling away slightly, Rutger looked into my eyes, his expression soft and sincere. "I'm looking forward to our date, Y/N."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Me too, Rutger. Me too."

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A few days after the season opener, Rutger and I were both still basking in the excitement of the win and the outcome of our bet. The tension between us had shifted from competitive to flirtatious, and I found myself looking forward to our upcoming date.

Rutger had planned a special evening for our date, and he was determined to make it memorable. He picked me up from my dorm, looking dashing in a crisp shirt and jacket.

"You look amazing," he complimented as I stepped into his car.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing slightly at his words.

Our first stop was a cozy little Italian restaurant in town. The ambiance was perfect, with soft lighting and romantic music playing in the background. We enjoyed a delicious meal and shared stories and laughter, getting to know each other better outside of our usual banter.

After dinner, Rutger surprised me with tickets to a local art exhibit. He knew I loved art, and he had taken the time to plan a thoughtful and meaningful date.

As we walked through the exhibit, Rutger took my hand, leading me from one artwork to another. We shared whispered conversations about our favorite pieces, and I could feel the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

Finally, as we stood in front of a beautiful painting depicting a serene landscape, Rutger turned to me, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Y/N, tonight has been amazing," he began, taking a deep breath. "I've come to realize that I want more than just a bet or a casual fling. I want us to be together, officially."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine emotion and vulnerability in his gaze. "Rutger..."

He gently cupped my face, leaning in to press his lips against mine in a tender and heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, commitment, and the promise of a future together.

Pulling away slightly, Rutger looked into my eyes, his expression soft and sincere. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Yes, Rutger, I will."

Rutger grinned, pulling me close and wrapping me in a tight embrace. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

[klairwritesthings]

So I demolished all of the cannon Sweater Weather content in like four days and have been reading fan content non stop since. So here's my little take on it. Thank you so much to @lumosinlove for creating this beautiful universe and letting us play in it. I would love any requests for other ideas, seriously I can't get enough of these hockey boys.

TW for overworking oneself to the point of collapse, mentions of nausea and vomiting (no one throws up), and general angst

Skate, strides long, smooth, fast but don't rush. Bounce the puck off the wall, catch it, cradle don't scoop, loop around the goal, shoot, ping, who misses the net without a fucking goalie, surely not a professional NHL player, go again, watch your lines, take the shot, what the fuck is wrong with you, Sirius leaning on the boards with that sleepy look in his eye, go again- wait, what?

Remus halted so hard and fast that if he hadn't been on artificial ice shavings would have sprayer all over his boyfriend. Remus panted, taking a panicked look at the clock that hung on the wall. Had he lost track of time? But no, 6:07 blinked at him in harsh red. Sirius never got up earlier than nine the morning after a game, which should have left Remus plenty of time to shower and sneak back into bed like nothing had happened.

"What are you doing up so early?" He gasped out, lungs heaving. Fuck, he ached. No, burned. His thighs were on fire, calves cramping, joints shaking at the mere act of holding himself up. Not to mention his shoulder twinging at every little twist and pull, forcing him to hold back a wince.

Sirius just rose an eyebrow, "I could be asking you the same thing." Remus shrugged, bypassing the question, knowing that actually I never went to sleep because I snuck out of our bedroom to watch two hours of tape and then run drills for three hours would not be an acceptable answer.

"How long have you been standing there?" How many open goals did you see me miss.

Sirius mimicked his shrug, maybe a little mockingly, and Remus swallowed thickly. So he was in trouble, then.

"I woke up and you weren't there." Remus licked his lips and tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't end in a fight. Sirius beat him to it. "Baby, what are you doing? You practically spent the whole night on the ice," If only you knew how true that was. "You need rest after a game like that."

"I just need to get this play right. I'm almost done, go back to bed." Sirius' eyes went from worried to hard in less than a heart beat, Remus shrinking under the heat of his gaze.

"Non."

"No?"

"Non, you're not going to get that play right, Remus." Remus nearly flinched. He knew he'd played badly last night, but to hear the unbelief from Sirius himself stung. Sirius' face softened a little, holding out his hand. "Come here, mon amour."

Remus hesitated for a moment, unsure, but eventually skated the distance to the board, his knees and ankles groaning in protest. Sirius took his hand, removing his glove and gently kissing his finger tips.

"You aren't going to get that play while you're still exhausted and over worked. Your body needs rest, baby. It can't work on empty. You taught me that." Remus closed his eyes, taking a breath and trying to hold back the tears that suddenly burned behind his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what, love?"

"The game." The silence stretched on so long that he opened his eyes, Sirius' face blurring before him. He had that little furrow between his brows he only got when he was worried, or trying to figure out a particularly complex play.

"I'm not following." Remus' breath hitched and he could feel a lump growing in his throat.

"I missed your pass." Sirius' brow furrowed further.

"And? I missed a goal, Remus, it's hockey, it happens."

"Not to me." Sirius' eyebrows shot up, incredulous. Remus had to close his eyes against the judgement he was sure had to be brewing there. "It didn't use to happen to me... before." His voice had grown small, shaking. There was a pause, and then his face was being cradled between warm hands, callused from holding a stick all his life, fingers crooked from where they had bent around the shape of it. Warm lips pressed against his brow.

"Mon loup, you are an incredible hockey player. You were before, and you are now." Remus shook his head, feeling the first traitorous tears begin to slip down his face.

"I'm so out of practice, Sirius. I can't catch up all of you, I can't even catch up to myself, to what I used to be able to do."

"You don't need to catch up to anyone, you're already there. You played beautifully last night, you always do. We lost as a team. You cannot carry every loss by yourself, let us shoulder it with you, baby." Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, listing forward to rest his forehead against Sirius'.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Sirius smiled into the kiss he pressed against Remus' lips."

"A very wise physical therapist told me that." Remus chuckled, hand coming up to rest where Sirius' were gently cradling his neck, fingers running through the sweat damp hair that curled there. "Why don't we shower and go back to bed, ouis?" Remus nodded a little.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good." Sirius smiled, holding out a hand to help him over the boards.

Remus got one leg over before the world started spinning. Sirius caught him under the shoulders, taking most of Remus' weight while he tried to get his feet back under him.

"Merde," Sirius grunted out. "Baby, you okay?" Remus blinked hard, realizing the blurry halo surrounding his boyfriend's face wasn't just tears.

"Yeah... yeah sorry, I'm just a little..." Remus trailed off, body suddenly feeling heavy as black dots floated in his vision. He could hear Sirius' panicked voice, feel him lowering Remus to the ground, cupping the back of his head.

Remus felt like he was floating, vaguely feeling the ache of his sore body but unable to get it to move. He wasn't sure how long the world stayed out of focus, Sirius' strained words muffled. It felt like the TV static he remember zipping through his fingers when he touched the screen as a little kid.

Finally, slowly, things began to sharpen. Unfortunately that meant the pain in his legs and shoulder amplified ten fold. He couldn't help but let out a groan through clenched teeth.

"Remus, mon amour, can you hear me?" Remus went to nod but another wave of dizziness over took him, forcing himself to snap his eyes shut again and work through the growing nausea. He settled on a strained "Mhmm". He felt the gasped breath of relief over his flushed skin.

"Talk to me baby, what's happening? Do I need to call Hestia? Moody? An ambulance?" Sirius was sounding more and more panicked with each rambled word, hands flitting nervously over Remus' body as if he would break him.

Remus swallowed a few times, making sure he wasn't about to be sick, before grunting out, "M' fine." He squinted up at Sirius' face, unable to keep up with how quickly it was switching between incredibly worried and furious.

"You are not fine. You just collapsed." Sirius was angry, but Remus could hear the tears in his voice.

"I'm sorry". Sirius' face crumpled.

"No, baby, don't- don't be sorry, just tell me what to do." Remus nodded, licking at his chapped lips.

"Can you get me a gatorade?" Sirius slumped a little, seemingly relieved at having a task to complete.

"Yeah, yeah une seconde". He scrambled up, all of his usual grace disappeared, and jogged over to the stocked fridge they kept within reaching distance. In seconds he had returned, already uncapping a yellow gatorade. Remus couldn't help the little grin that quirked at his lips.

"My favorite."

"Of course. Here, let me help." Sirius rested a hand at Remus' back, slowly helping to sit him up before tilting the bottle to his lips.

Remus forced himself to take slow sips, even though he was suddenly so thirsty he felt like he was dying. He was pretty sure Sirius would combust if he threw up right now. The liquid soothed his throat and slowed the spinning of the world.

"Better?" Sirius asked, Remus humming in reply. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Sirius holding the bottle until Remus stopped shaking enough to grasp it on his own. He moved down to Remus' skates, beginning to untie them.

"How long have you been down here?" Sirius didn't look up from his task, and Remus was grateful for the space he was being granted.

"A few hours." Sirius winced, but just slid his first boot off.

"Did you sleep?"

"Not really."

"Eat?"

"...No." Sirius' eyes slipped shut, hands resting on Remus' ankles as he drew in a deep breath. Finally, he looked up at, grey eyes imploring.

"Baby, do you know how dangerous that is?"

"It wasn't that bad". The words felt week, even to himself.

"You could have hurt yourself, love. Or what if I hadn't been here? Do you know how terrifying it would have been to come down here and find you like that?" Tears prickled at the back of Remus' eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sirius sighed, Moving up to sit between Remus' thighs, legs bent to rest on either side of him. Remus all but slumped forward into the embrace, melting into the feeling of Sirius' hands working out the knots in his curls.

"You can't do that. You can't punish yourself, and you can't beet your body into submission. Trust me, I've tried, it doesn't work." Remus sniffled, hiding in the soft skin of Sirius' neck.

"I know." Sirius' arms tightened around him.

"Let me help, ouis? If you want to run drills we'll rest and then do it together. Okay?" Remus nodded, relaxing further as Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple. "Tell me when you're ready and we'll get you something to eat and get you to bed."

"Okay, just... Give me a minute."

"We have all the time in the world, love."

[nerdforestgirl]

Note: Hey. It's fourteen years since the first appearance of Amy Farrah Fowler, or Fluff Crawlspace if you will. I wrote a thing. I hope you enjoy it. This is not Amy Farrah Fowler enough, but it's what I have. It's cute.

“Go, Leonard,” Sheldon yelled from his spot in the stands. He actually had no idea if his son was anywhere close to scoring, but he usually cheered the boy on any time he go close to the goal. Sheldon didn't understand much of the game beyond what he picked up from watching NHL games with Leonard (which was really playing on his phone while the game played in the background). It didn't really matter. Amy reminded him that he needed to at least try to take interest in his son's hobbies. This was him trying.

“Daddy, I'm cold,” a little voice said from beside him.

“Oh no,” Sheldon said playfully. This was a common complaint from his daughter. She was too used to the California sun to want to spend so many of her Saturdays at the ice rink. She was bundled up in a jacket and gloves, but sometimes they just weren't enough.

Sheldon took off his hockey jersey and pulled it on over his daughter's head and over her arms. It was comically large on her small frame, but it should help keep her warm. Still, he knew that he would probably be taking her to the snack stand for a cup of hot chocolate before the game was over.

Sheldon picked up his daughter and pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. This was more for him that for her. Without the jersey, he was a little cold himself. Still, his little girl leaned into his chest and looked back down at her book.

“What are you reading?” Sheldon said quietly into her ear.

“Mommy's favorite,” she said proudly as she showed him the cover. It was an ancient and beat up, but well loved copy of The Long Winter. Amy had gotten her old set of The Little House on the Prairie books from her own mother about a month ago, and had promptly handed them over as long as the little girl promised to take good care of them. So far, she had done an excellent job.

Sheldon couldn't believe how much he enjoyed watching his children become actual humans. It seemed like no time since they had both been little blobs that just drank milk, pooped, and slept all day. And yet, somehow they had both grown into real people with interests all their own.

Sometimes he could see the little pieces of himself and Amy in them. Other times, he could see Georgie, Missy, his mother, his father, Meemaw, Pop Pop, and even his uncle Stumpy once or twice. People his children had never even met had wormed their way in. And on occasion, that drove Sheldon absolutely crazy. Other times, he didn't mind so much. He loved all of those people for a reason, so it wasn't bad to see them show up in his children. Except for Leonard's inexplicable habit of saying “ain't” after one week with his Uncle Georgie.

“Daddy, can I have a snack?”

“She will ruin her dinner,” Amy reminded Sheldon without even looking away from the game. It was getting intense, but it was at the other goal, so Sheldon wasn't as invested. He knew he wouldn't miss a goal from Leonard.

“Come on. Just a hot chocolate?” Sheldon asked his wife. His daughter didn't ever have to try to convince her mother to do anything. She had Sheldon so wrapped around her little finger that he did it for her.

“One hot chocolate. And bring me one too,” Amy agreed. It was chilly in here after all.

“And maybe some popcorn,” Sheldon muttered.

“No,” Amy said.

“I can't hear you,” Sheldon said as he was already walking away. He heard everything his wife said, but he wanted to spoil the girl a little anyway. He realized that his hand was empty, so he turned back.

“Coming, Mary?” Sheldon asked as he reached out his hand toward her.

Sheldon's daughter ran to catch up to her father and placed her small hand in his. He knew there were a limited number of days left that she would be willing to hold his hand, and he would not let go until that day came.

[star-quill]

i said in part 1 it deserves another part so here's part 2........

peter kisses you back for a moment, before he pulls away. you think you've done something wrong until he speaks.

"that.. uhm.. that was nice.. but you're drunk.."

"m'not that drunk.."

"doesn't matter.. c'mon, you can sleep here tonight.. you can take my bed, i'll stay on the couch.."

"no.. please, stay with me?"

"i think it's better if i sleep on the couch, ok?"

you just sighed, letting him take your hand and lead you to his room, turning around to let you get undressed and get into the bed. you let him know he could look again and he turned around, smiling at you.

"you get some rest, ok?"

you nodded, settling down into the mattress and slowly falling asleep. peter just smiled, walking back out and to the cupboard across the hall, grabbing a spare pillow and duvet before heading to the couch and making himself comfy. but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't sleep. he was too anxious about you, about his son, about what happened. he wondered if he would even come home tonight, but a small part of him, hoped he wouldn't. he's in too much of a bad mood to even think properly about what he'd do.

all the thinking and worrying, eventually tired him out and he fell asleep. morning came soon and he groaned when he woke up, blinking his eyes open to see you curled up on the armchair near the couch. you were awake, sipping at a glass of water.

"morning.."

"hey.. how long you been up?"

"not long.."

he just nods, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up properly. then he hears the door open and close, and peter's on his feet faster than you can try and stop him. his son appears in the living room and peter's fists are clenched.

"hi dad.. wait, what is she doing here?"

"why don't you try telling me what happened at the party first?"

"i don't know what you mean? i had some drinks, played some air hockey, drank some more, fell asleep then came home.."

"think you're missing a pretty vital part of the night.."

"no..?"

"you kissed another girl.."

"n-no.. i didn't.."

this time you stood up, walking to stand beside peter.

"yes, you did.. i saw you.."

your boyfriend just rolled his eyes, turning to walk away before peter grabbed his arm and turned him back.

"you're gonna fuckin' apologise right now.. or you can get the fuck out of this house.."

"i live here, you can't kick me out.."

"yeah? watch me.."

your boyfriend looked stunned, then he glanced over at you for help. but you just sniffled and shook your head.

"i'm not helping you.. i don't want to after what you did.. in fact, i never want to see you again.."

peter let go of him and he just fell back slightly, before turning to walk to the front door, opening it and slamming it shut behind him. peter just turned to you and held you in his arms while you sobbed. one of his hands wrapped around your shoulder and the other held the back of your head as you rested it against his chest, tears wetting his t-shirt again.

"i uhm.. should i have told him i kissed you?"

"maybe.. but he never apologised for what he did to you, so you don't need to for what you did.."

"are you sure?"

"mmhm.."

"can i.. uhm.. can i kiss you again?"

peter moved his hand from the back of your head, to cup your face, pulling you up on your tiptoes. you both closed your eyes as he settled his lips on yours again. it was gentle, soft, comforting. he pulled away after a moment, looking you in the eyes, smiling.

"i'm here if you ever need anything, ok? you were good to him and he threw it all away, you deserve so much better than that.."

"can you give me better than that?"

your hands fisted in his t-shirt, mind still slightly cloudy with judgement. but ever since last night, you can't stop thinking about the kiss, and how he didn't stop you initially. how you felt that he wanted more, and you wanted to test that thought out, see if he felt the same way.

"i.."

"please? he showed me nothing, he just took me on cute dates.. i wanted more, i wanted to have sex.. but it never happened.."

this isn't where peter thought the conversation was going, he shouldn't be having this conversation with you. but you're blinking up at him so innocently, and god if it isn't making him slightly hard.

"can you show me what it's like?"

"that what you want?"

"mmhm.."

"then, sure.. i can show you.."

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

HOLD ON WAIT UP HOLD THE PHONE

I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS THERE BUT HAS BLUE LIKE DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF A SERIES OR IS THAT A NEW DEVELOPMENT???

I FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN FUCK Y E A H

Okay so

I...

have been cooking

by which I mean illusions of grandeur and

schemes

And I have not been forthcoming lol Everyone kind of disappeared all at the same time so I kind of stopped talking about what I'm doing but I have been biding my time, quietly putting mechanisms into motion and plotting and occasionally cackling over my cauldron.

I finished the first draft of Blue like don't forget about me and didn't like it so I cut out all the sci-fi fantasy stuff (bye bye aliens farewell superpowers) and in November wrote a new first draft that's all contemporary romance babeee and I'm so in love with it I'm turning it into a little 3-part (possibly 4 if I can't control myself) series.

The original childhood years have been split off into a prequel novella called Red like my bleeding heart in your hand. Then Blue like don't forget about me will take place 20 years later. Nash works at Cherished Hope Nursing Home

“And what is it you do? At the nursing home, I mean.” I wipe shit off of old people. And Teddy’s a hockey player. What’s Luke, an underwear model? He shouldn’t have come.

Teddy comes back to town for a funeral and

Teddy looks at him for the first time in twenty years and every ounce of warmth leaves his expression. Message received. He should not have come.

OKAY SO AND THEN the next book will be Jo's POV and is called Violet like these delights. and MAYBE there will be a 4th from Luke's POV bc he gets to live this time by the grace of god (me) but it'll depend on how Violet goes (its current state is mostly vibes and a single overarching theme so, stand by).

Red needs a clean-up round of edits to snip out the few little threads that connected it to OG blue. And rewritten blue is basically done. I've done the major revisions and am about to start line edits and after those are done I'm sending it out to beta readers (lmk if you're interested).

There are concise actual summaries in my pinned post btw lol

WHICH REMINDS ME

The series title is Wildflowers of Deliverance. Which I'm extremely proud of. Did you notice did you notice how each title incorporates a wildflower did you did you? and the town they grew up in where Nash and Teddy first met is called Deliverance!!! It's okay I know I'm a genius.

And this brings us to the meal okay? because like I said I've been Cooking™ quietly but steadily for a few months now. ANd what have I been cooking? PLOTS and PLANS

I've decided on a pen name: Sarah B. Elisa

I've created a(nother) side blog for it that will be exclusively centered on my og writing and geared more toward readers rather than writers like this blog is: @sarahbe-writing

I'm going to create a website (as soon as I convince myself to spend money)

and a newsletter (as soon as I convince myself to spend money and do work)

I'm still waffling between trad publishing and DIY. I really like all my hats and it would be a shame to have to share them but oh my god I don't want to do all the marketing but trad pub seems hit or miss on how well they market you so I might get half of my hats taken away and still have to do the marketing bullshit UGH

anyway

OH YEAH and the OG draft I wrote for Blue? I'm going to spin it back to its OG OG roots [parkner, naturally--Return of The childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to super-powered rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers finally wip!!! AKA: We Were Gods (we were kids)] and that will fix all the things that went wrong and I didn't like 😌 so it's basically like double Christmas I think

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Summer Lovin' - Never Ever Have I- Chapter Twenty Two

Summary: Sidney and Evie enjoy the rest of the summer offseason

Warnings- public sex, alcohol use, Daddy/Baby Girl dynamic

@pensfan5871 @pattiemac1 @heatherloves87 @penstxgal1968

Thursday- July 4th- Evie’s cottage- Pittsburgh

“When are people getting here, Evie?” Sidney asked as they unloaded the last of the groceries from their Costco run. 

“I told everyone I would be ready at four, but they could come later if they wanted,” she answered. 

“Good, I told Sully to come over at 5 PM,” he said as they divided and conquered their tasks. Occasionally, Evie would look over at him carefully preparing the meat for grilling and grin widely. Sidney looked up with a question in his eye and a head tilt. She came to him and kissed his cheek, “It’s our first party to host together.” 

“First of many, right? Can we start doing parties for the team once the season starts? Football watching and Halloween? Maybe Thanksgiving, too?” he beamed at the possibilities. 

“Would you like that, Beso?” she cooed, “Will you teach me how to be a Captain’s wife?”

He blinked and paused, not sure how to answer given their conversation in Las Vegas. 

“I said no talk about the WEDDING. I think that we should absolutely continue to talk about the future and our expectations for it,” she reasoned. 

“Then yes, I would love that. It would be a dream come true to have a partner to do all of it with. You are going to be so good at it. I can already tell by this party,” he assured her. 

"You'll teach me the rest?" She asked.

"I'll teach you what I know, but I think you should reach out to Nathalie for the rest," he replied.

"That didn't work out so well last time," she reminded him.

"Well, let's see what she says and discuss it," he offered, "You will do it your own way."

"Beso," she smiled, "I am excited. I think we are going to make a great team."

"Yes, we will," he kissed her, "the very best team."

LATER THAT EVENING

Evie circled the beverage table and refilled the punch and adult punch. Sidney topped off the ice in the tub containing the beer and soda. They smiled at each other and both turned at the loud scream of “Evie!!!” coming from the back door. 

Marisol stood at the back door, smiled and ran to Evie. “You made it,” Evie laughed as Marisol hugged her tight. 

The barista laughed, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, even if you do live in the bougie suburbs”

Sidney called out, “Hey Marisol, good to see you.”

Marisol stopped and did a double-take. She looked back and forth between Evie and Sidney. “What are you doing here?” she said cryptically.

Sidney smiled, “I am in town for a visit. I couldn’t go too long without seeing my girl.”

“You’re in town for a visit? Wait, what?” Marisol stammered, “I thought you broke up.”

Evie grinned nervously, “Marisol, why would you think that?” Sidney’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. 

“Because you have been moping around the hotel and stress eating chocolate chip cookies,” she replied, “That- and the flower thing”

Evie interjected, “I was moping because I was missing Sidney because he has been in Nova Scotia, not because we broke up!”

Sidney tilted his head, “What flower thing?” He walked over and stood next to Evie, who was thoroughly confused. 

“The flowers haven’t come for the past two weeks,” Marisol answered as if Sidney’s question was entirely nonsensical. 

“Huh?” Evie questioned. 

“Your flowers- the ones that you get from Hockey Boy over there EVERY WEEK?” Marisol said incredulously. Sidney and Evie exchanged a confused look. Marisol continued, “Look, you can set a watch by the delivery of those flowers. They come every Monday morning at 9:30 on the dot. They have been on that schedule for almost 8 months. Then after you get back from your vacation, they stop. I figured you broke up.”

Evie laughed, “We didn’t break up. We didn’t break up at all.”

Sidney laughed and then turned to Evie, “Wait, you didn’t get flowers this week or last week?”

Evie stared at him, “No- she’s right. I have gotten them since we came back from vacation.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“I just figured you took that whole ‘I am at my spoiling limit’ comment seriously,” she joked. 

“Flowers are not spoiling, Evie. They are a necessity,” he stated quietly, “At least for my princess.” 

Evie turned and gave him a firm kiss on the mouth, “You know, you set the bar for being a boyfriend impossibly high.”

“I’m Sidney Crosby,” he kissed her and began.

“You don’t do anything half-assed,” she finished with smile. 

Marisol rolled her eyes, “OH-MY-GOD, you will literally give me a cavity.”

Sidney laughed, “By the way, I think that Eddie was an idiot. Please tell me that you dumped him. Why anyone would choose Roxanne over you is mind-boggling.”

Marisol shrugged, “Eddie who?”

“Good answer,” Sidney smiled, “I’ll let the two of you catch up. I have to investigate the lack of floral delivery to my princess.”

By the time Sidney made his way back to Evie, she was well-hydrated with rum punch and patriotic jello shots. Adriana, Marisol and she had made an impromptu dance floor. Evie screamed when the song “Wobble” came on. “Beso,” she screamed in search of him, “Your song is on.” He joined them on the dance floor to wobble his ass vigorously. When it was time to watch fireworks, they were thoroughly drenched in sweat. 

Adriana winked at Evie as she grabbed Sidney’s hand and pulled him into the house. “Where are we going?” he drunkenly laughed. She guided him up the stairs, through her bedroom and onto the balcony. “Ohhhh,” he uttered in understanding, “We have a private spot to watch the fireworks.” He wrapped his arms around and pulled her lean back against his solid body. “I remember that you were so excited about watching fireworks from here,” he said softly as he kissed her neck.

She smiled and looked back at him. “Happy Fourth of July, Beso.”

He looked up as the fireworks started, “Would you believe that this is my first Fourth of July celebration? I have only had Canada Day until now.”

“How does it compare?” she asked curiously. 

“It’s about the same. I suspect the post-fireworks activities this year will be entirely different,” he answered. 

“Different how?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh, much more explosive on my part,” he teased. 

“Where do you intend to explode, Beso?” she teased back.

“You’ll find out after the party, Mon Etoile,” he kissed her forcefully before turning his attention back to the fireworks. 

Thursday, July 18th- Pittsburgh

Evie walked out to her car with a big grin on her face. Her meeting with the new hotel general manager, Grant, had gone extremely well and she couldn't wait to share the good news with Sidney. She dug out her phone and dialed his number.

Sidney: Evie?

Evie: Beso! 

Sidney stood in the crowded bar and pressed the phone to his ear. Nate and he had been invited to a last minute birthday celebration for a teammate from mini-mites. He could barely hear her voice over the loud music. His eyes searched for a quiet place to move.

Sidney finally reached a spot and tried again.

Sidney: Evie- hi my gorgeous, gorgeous girl

Evie smiled as she heard the slight slur to his speech.

Evie: where are you? Are you drinking?

Sid: It's Mike's birthday. We are at the bar hanging out. Did you need me?

Evie: I was going to tell you about my meeting with Grant.

Sid: Oh yeah, how did it go?

Suddenly the call dropped

Evie: Sidney? Sidney?

Sidney waited for Evie to respond. It was a full minute before he realized the phone call had dropped. He looked at his phone in confusion. The screen was completely blank. Sid slowly blinked.

"Your phone died, Sid," Nate laughed.

"Shit," Sidney groaned.

Evie tried to call Sidney and it went straight to voice-mail. She sent a quick text.

"Sid!" a voice called from across the bar.

Inwardly Sidney groaned. It wasn't that he had any bad feelings toward Amanda. She was a perfectly nice person who spent all of her perfectly nice life in Cole Harbour. While Sidney loved his hometown, he was thankful for the experiences that living in Pittsburgh had afforded. Whatever common interests they had as teenagers had fizzled with time, yet Amanda seemed desperate to cling to them. The fact that Amanda seemed to be a source of insecurity for Evie was just another reason he hoped to limit interaction with her. So far in the four weeks he had been home, he had only seen her once in the grocery store.

His thoughts were interrupted when she touched him on the arm. "Hey Sid, take a picture with me," she asked. Sidney had lost count of the times that he was asked daily to take a photo with someone. He went on autopilot, looked at the camera and smiled. He then gave Nate a "save me" look and Nate obliged him.

"Sid, don't think that you are going to weasel out on our rematch," Nate loudly proclaimed as he wrapped his arm around Sidney’s shoulder and pulled him away from Amanda. When they got to the darts area, "She doesn't get the hint. Does she?"

Sidney looked over at her and frowned, "She means well, I think," Sidney defended her.

"If you say," Nate whistled lowly, "I would tread lightly though for Evie’s sake."

"Evie has nothing to worry about," Sidney balked.

"Yeah, because women are always logical and reasonable," Nate laughed.

"Shut up and play," Sidney smirked, "I am going to kick your ass again."

Evie heard her phone ring and she picked up the facetime call on the second ring.

Evie: Beso! You’re alive.

Sidney with a slight slur: Yeah, sorry about that. My phone died during our call. 

Evie: I figured something happened. How’s Amanda?

Sidney squeaked: Amanda?

Evie: Yeah, Amanda- the blonde first love?

Sidney: Ummmm, fine I guess. I saw her for a second at the bar before Nate saved me. Why do you ask?

Evie: Check your instagram. 

Sidney: I am too drunk to check my instagram. What’s on there?

Evie: She posted a picture of the two of you with the caption “Just a small town girl with her hometown boy- back where he belongs. Away from the clutches of those big city girls”

Sidney: She posted ME on Instagram with that caption? 

Evie: Yep, tagged you and everything

Sidney: Evie….

Evie: Yes…..

Sidney: Don’t get jealous

Evie: Oh, I am not jealous. If I was jealous, I would mark my territory when I saw you tomorrow.

Sidney: Mark me how? With your mouth?

Evie: Yes, in a place that no one else can see. 

Sidney lowered his voice: Fuck…..that’s hot

Evie: Who do you belong to?

Sidney: You 

Evie: Who do I belong to?

Sidney: Me

Evie: Good answer. Now do you need my verbal services for that thing that popped up in your pants?

Sidney looked around the room: Evie- do you have a camera in here?

Evie: I know a “I’ve got a hard-on” look when I see it. Beso, let me take care of you. 

Sidney: You’re killing me, Evie

Evie: Quit complaining and get to stroking.

Friday, July 19th- Halifax airport

Sidney stood with his eyes covered by his Meat and Potatoes hat pushed down low. He was now regretting not insisting that Evie fly on a private jet. They were able to do an airport pick-up in Germany with relative anonymity. There was no way that was going to happen in Nova Scotia. At least, people in general were respectful of his privacy here. 

 In his hand, he held a bouquet of lilac roses and hydrangeas. He glanced up at the screen again. Evie’s flight had been on the ground for at least twenty minutes. He mentally confirmed that this was the exit nearest to the customs line. His eyes darted to the escalator again. He smiled when he saw her legs and feet appear. Then he laughed that he was able to identify her by just her legs and feet. 

Evie saw him before she got off the escalator. She bobbed and weaved through the travelers in a race to get to Sidney. “Beso!” she shrieked as she jumped into his arms, “Sorry, the line at customs was crazy.” He spun her around before setting her down and handed her flowers. “They’re beautiful,” she gushed, “I love the color.” It was then that Sidney noticed that she was only carrying her Penguins backpack and nothing else. 

“Evie, where is your bag?” he asked. He was expecting her to be carrying the black weekend bag that he had given her for her birthday. 

“Oh,I checked my bags. They should be unloading soon,” she responded brightly. 

“Bags?” he asked, “Why did you check bags?”

“I’ll tell you when we get to the cottage,” she hugged him again. 

The buzzer from the baggage claim went off and the belt started to turn. Her first bag came out of the shoot and started on the belt. She pointed it out and Sidney grabbed it. He turned to leave and she pointed out the second bag. After the third bag appeared, he turned to Evie and asked, "How many bags did you bring?"

She shrugged and held up four fingers. "Four bags?" he said in shock, "Why do you need four bags for two and half days?" She smiled and pointed out the fourth and final bag. "You are not going to tell me now?" he laughed, "You are seriously going to make me wait?" She tapped her nose and smiled. "Fine, guard the bags while I get the Tahoe. I can't carry four bags at once," he requested.

She crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head, "Not before I get kisses and I am perfectly capable of getting two bags to the Tahoe if you get two bags." 

He smiled and walked to her before he grabbed her for a kiss. "I apologize for not properly greeting you," he teased, "but no way my Princess is carrying her own language." He moved the luggage outside and went to retrieve the Tahoe. 

Evie gave him the smiley but silent treatment on the drive. She paced in the living room while he unloaded the bags. When he set the last one down, he pointed to the couch. She playfully raced him and plopped down with a giggle. He followed suit and poked her in the ribs. “Spill it, Evie,” he teased, “What is up with the bags? Why are they so heavy?”

“First, I have a question for you. How fast is your internet up here?” she asked. 

“I have fiber. I got it so I can stream games. Why?” he answered with hesitation.

Evie sat up straight and turned to face Sidney, “Do you want the good news, the better news or the BEST news?”

Sidney smiled, “Let’s start with the good news.”

“Adriana got a promotion at work. She will now be senior manager of catering and events,” Evie began.

“Wait, isn't that your job?” Sidney interjected. 

“It WAS my job which brings me to the better news,” Evie answered. 

“Which is?” he prodded.

“I have been promoted to director of catering and events-strategy and analysis,” she answered with a smile, “It came with a raise.”

Sidney tackled her on the couch, “You got PROMOTED??? Seriously? Evita, I am so proud of you!” He covered her face with kisses. “Wait, what’s the best news?” he suddenly remembered and they sat up again. 

“My new position is no longer customer facing. I will have a team, including Adriana, who will report to me. Since I won’t be meeting with customers, my position can be done remotely from home,” she said cheerfully. 

“Remotely from home? Wait, you can work from home? So when you move in with me, you can be there when I get home from practice?” he started to put the pieces together. She nodded her yes. “Wait, that doesn’t explain the bags though,” he added. 

She laughed, “Your brain went straight to when I move in with you?” He blushed and she continued. “Beso, I can work REMOTELY,” He looked on in confusion. “That means that I can work anywhere that has a good internet connection,” she continued. Again, he nodded to indicate that he understood, when he clearly didn’t. 

“That includes the internet in NOVA SCOTIA,” she added. 

“Wait….” his eyes got bigger, “Does that mean that you can work from HERE?” She nodded her head yes. “So what’s in the bags?” he asked. 

“Two bags of clothes and shoes to last me through September, and one bag of  work stuff,” she explained. 

“Through September?” he questioned, “Wait, you are not going back to Pittsburgh on Monday?” She shook head no. “You are staying until September?” he asked, “Here- with me- until September?”

“Yes, Beso. I guess I should have asked before I brought everything with me," she beamed, "I thought you would say yes."

"Yes, yes, yes…. Of course, I want you to stay," he brushed the hair from her eyes, "you have no idea how happy I am right now."

"Me too," she grinned and tilted her head.

"Wait," he said when he suddenly remembered she had brought four bags and only described the contents of three, "what's in the fourth suitcase?"

"See for yourself-  It’s the one with the Penguins tag, " she instructed. He hopped up and ran to the bag. Excitedly he opened the bag and looked up in surprise.

He stuck his hands into the suitcase and pulled out three paddles and a blindfold. "You brought sex toys?" he joked as he examined the rest of the suitcase.

“Well, I prefer to think of them as playroom accessories, but you can use that term,” she laughed. He stared at her incredulously and she walked over to him. “Would you prefer that we wait until we return to Pittsburgh to resume that sort of play?” she questioned. “I am not sure your Princess would survive a play session with two and half months of you built sexual energy unleashed,” she teased, “Mr. Crosby might not be able to control himself.”

Sidney's eyes darkened and he lowered his voice, “You know that I don’t want to wait that long.”

“Then it’s a good thing that I brought the equipment. Do I get some sort of good girl reward for that, Mr. Crosby? Do I get a treat?” she giggled. 

“I’ll give you a treat all right,” he laughed as he swept up and threw her over his shoulder. She bounced up and down as he ran up the stairs. “We have time before we meet my parents for dinner. Just wait until my mom finds out that you are staying.”

“Beso…..” she whined, “You can’t mention your mom right before we fuck. It’s a mood killer.” 

“Oh, I can get you in the mood, Evie- I can get you in the mood,” he replied. 

LATER THAT NIGHT

“Can’t you drive any faster?” Evie said impatiently, “We’re going to be late.”

Sidney laughed, “And who’s fault is that, Mon Etoile?”

“Yours- obviously,” she looked at him and smiled, “You’re a sexy beast and I can’t resist you, especially once we get started. Besides, you're the one who insisted on round three.”

“Fine- I’ll be sure to explain it to my parents. Sorry, we are late but Evie tempted me with her tight little…..” he teased as they pulled up to the valet parking station in front of the restaurant. Evie’s eyes widened as her car door opened. She got out and smoothed her dress. 

“You wouldn’t dare!” she shrieked as she turned around and ran smack into Troy who was walking into the restaurant. “Oh, pardon me,” she muttered until she realized who it was. “Troy!” she exclaimed before she threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tight before setting her down. She turned and ran to Trina, “Trina! Give me a hug. It’s been too long.” Trina and Evie hugged and swayed back and forth. 

“Evie,” Trina smiled, “You are a sight for sore eyes.” Sidney watched from a distance with a grin on his face. Evie looked over her shoulder at Sidney and grinned widely. Sidney nodded and led the group into the restaurant. Once they were seated, Trina and Evie started chatting excitedly about Evie’s trip from Pittsburgh. “Honestly, Evie, you are glowing,” Sidney’s mother remarked. Evie looked at Sidney and blushed, hoping Trina wouldn’t ask the reason for her glow. 

Sidney took notice and decided to stir the pot, “Mom, Dad- Evie has an announcement to make.” 

Troy and Trina’s heads swiveled in Sidney’s direction and then back to Evie. “Evie! Are you pregnant? Is that why you are glowing?” Trina gasped. 

Evie’s jaw dropped in shock.  “Nooooooo,” she said impulsively, “Nothing like that.”

Troy looked at Sidney and shook his head, “I think that Sid is trying to be a troublemaker and get his mother’s hopes up.”

Evie turned her head to Trina, “Your hopes up? Are you hoping for a grandchild?”

Trina blushed, “Yes, I would love to be a grandmother one day.”

Evie teared up, “I hope to make you a grandmother one day.” 

Trina reached over and grabbed her hand, “It will be an honor.”

“Geez,” Sidney groaned, “I didn’t mean to start the waterworks with the two of you.”

“What is your announcement, Evie?” Troy tried to steer the conversation back on track. 

“I got a promotion at work,” she started, “With the promotion, I can work remotely so I will be spending the rest of the summer up here in Nova Scotia.”

Trina let out a squeal of delight, “You’ll be in town until Sid goes back?” Evie nodded. Trina got up and went around the table to squeeze Evie. “This is almost as good as the other news.” 

Evie returned the hug and Trina returned to her seat. “I think that maybe you and I could do a girl’s day soon and include Taylor. Away from Sidney so you can spill ALL of the secrets.”

“Hey,” Sidney chided, “No secret telling from either of you.” 

“Sure,” Evie nodded but winked at Trina, “We won’t spill any secrets.”

Wednesday, July 31st- Sidney’s cottage- Enfield, NS

"Evie!" Sidney called, "If you are going to come, you need to put some pep in your step." She emerged from the bedroom as she put on the diamond key necklace Sidney had given her for Valentine’s Day. She smiled as she walked down the stairs. Evie wore a black.maxi sundress that hit her just above the ankle. She carried a large straw hat in her hand. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Little dressed up for a work out?" he muttered as she walked up to him.

"Aren't you showing me downtown afterwards and then we're having lunch with Nate?" she asked sweetly. "I can't be seen walking around town with the golden boy of Cole Harbour looking like a schlub. Besides, it is just a sundress and some sandals."

"Who is the golden boy of Cole Harbour?" he teased.

"Isn't that you? Mr. Golden Goal of the 2010 Olympics? You beat my beloved country in overtime," she teased, "I thought I was fucking the Golden boy. Huh, is it Nate?"

Sidney playfully slapped her ass, "I will show you a golden boy." 

"Is that a promise?" She nipped at his jaw, "Now let's go before you're late. You get cranky when you're late to work out."

The Citadel Hill, Nova Scotia 

Sidney parked on the street and smiled at Evie. She gave him a grin as he took her canopy chair out of the back of the Tahoe along with his bag. He grabbed her hand and they began their ascent up the steep hill. Andy O'Brien set up his equipment and glanced over his shoulder at the couple walking up the hill together. Sidney set his bag down near Andy’s stuff and then placed Evie’s chair next to it. “Andy,” he said with pride, “This is my girlfriend, Evie. Evie, this is Andy, my coach.” 

Andy stuck out his hand, “Nice to finally meet you, Evie. You won’t be joining us today?”

Evie tilted her head, “Join you? I didn’t realize that was an option. Beso, why didn’t you tell me that was an option?”

Sidney grinned, “I have enough competition with NateDog. I can’t add you into the mix.”

Evie stuck her tongue out, “What? Are you scared or something?”

Sidney stood up and walked to her. He bent down and whispered into her ear, “Princess, I know that you are trying to get a rise out of me. You asked to come and I have reluctantly agreed. Do not be a distraction for me or there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

Evie took a step back and stared into his eyes. Andy suddenly felt the need to place the cones out to mark the area for Nate and Sidney. Evie smiled sweetly, “So you are saying that you are scared- is that right?”

He took a step toward her and hissed in her ear, “No distractions or there will be a punishment. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, Princess?” Evie’s mind flashed to the past week which had been consumed by setting up her remote office while Sidney set-up the play room. The room had yet to be officially christened and she knew Sidney was chomping at the bit to do so. 

She nodded slowly, “Yes, Sir.” She backed up slowly as Nate approached with a smile. “Nate,” she said with a smile and gave him a hug, “Kick his ass today,’kay?” Sidney rolled his eyes. 

Evie sat in her chair and the guys began their warm-up. She put on her sunglasses and pulled out her phone. She hoped that the sunglasses concealed that her eyes were on Sidney as he stretched. Despite her best efforts, Sidney felt the weight of Evie’s stare as Andy began to put them through their paces. He pushed himself harder and stole glances in her direction.

Eventually Evie crossed her leg to squeeze her thighs together. The familiar ache and throb began as she watched his muscled body perform the exercises with ease. She squeezed her thighs together tighter in a vain attempt to provide any sort of relief. She realized that she had made a grave mistake when she looked up and saw him staring at her, arms crossed his chest. He gave her a smirk before launching into his next exercise. Evie tried to rock her hips to increase the pressure on her sensitive nub. 

When Andy gave Sid and Nate a quick water break, Sidney sauntered over to her chair. Evie felt her heart begin to pound as she watched him move. His shirt was drenched with sweat and his body emitted an intoxicating aroma of testosterone, sweat and Sidney’s aftershave. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He squatted in front of her chair and placed a hand on each chair arm. She looked at him with a neutral expression and controlled her breathing as much as possible. “I said no distractions,” he spoke in a low, firm voice. 

Evie’s eyebrows shot up. “How am I distracting you?” she gasped, “I haven’t said a word.” 

“You don’t need to say a word,” he cautioned, “I can read your body language.”

“What is my body language communicating?” she squeaked. 

“Your body is screaming that you are turned on. I see you squirming, trying to ease your clit that is pulsating,” he insisted.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, Beso,” she replied lightheartedly, “I am just enjoying the sunshine and the breeze. I think maybe you are distracting yourself.”

Nate called, “Yo Sid, let’s go!”

Sidney stood up and bent down to kiss her cheek, “I am on to you, Princess. Remember it's not the first time I’ve caught you trying to get yourself off while watching me work out. You are a naughty girl with a workout kink. Keep it up and you will see exactly how naughty I can make you.” 

She turned her head and replied coolly, “Again, I am just fine. Go back to your workout, Sir. Nate needs to kick your ass some more.”

He stood up and backed away slowly, “Careful, Evie, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

“You like it when I play dangerous games,” she shot back. 

An hour later, Evie had no relief from the constant throb between her legs that had moved from pleasurable to uncomfortable to borderline painful. She regretted her decision to wear a dress. Evidence of her arousal had made a mess of her panties and began to coat the tops of her thighs. She checked her watch. They should wrap up in a few minutes. After that she would be able to get Sidney alone and she could sweet talk him into taking care of her needs. 

When Sidney finished, he looked over his shoulder at Evie. "We still on for lunch?" Sidney asked Nate. 

“Fuck,” Evie thought to herself. In her state of arousal, she had forgotten about their lunch plans. Any hope of relief would be delayed. She could only hope that Nate wouldn’t be in a chatty mood. 

"Yeah, but can you give me an hour? I need to drop off some shirts at the dry cleaners and pick something up at the pharmacy.” Nate asked. 

Sidney turned to Evie who struggled to regain her composure as she adjusted her sun hat. He smiled as he noticed her shallow breath pattern. "That works for us," he said smoothly, "It will give us a chance to take a stroll downtown. Evie hasn't seen it yet." Nate nodded his understanding.

Evie looked at Sidney timidly. He casually wiped the sweat from his eyes. "Take your sunglasses off, Princess," he instructed, "I want to see your eyes." She inhaled deeply and did as told. He smirked as he reached over shoulder, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He maintained eye contact as she bit her lip. His chest glistened as he wiped the sweat with his towel. "Can you please hand me my dry shirt, Evie?" he asked sweetly. 

She broke eye contact and bent down to retrieve the shirt. "Here you go, Beso," she said meekly as she handed the dark colored golf shirt to him. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his bare chest. She bounced off and stood with her mouth inches from his nipple. "Look up, Princess," he ordered. He examined her expression and smiled, "I got you."

She pushed off of his chest, stared into his eyes as she put on her sunglasses and turned around. She walked quickly to her chair, folded it and marched down the hill. "Where are you going, Princess?" he yelled. She turned around and stuck out her tongue.

She stood fuming by the Tahoe as he casually sauntered down the hill, carrying his bag over his shoulder. When he made it to the car, she turned her back to him as they loaded it. Finally, she looked back at him, "Stop teasing me," she said quietly. Her bottom lip jutted out adorably. 

He stepped to her and kissed her head, "Okay." He placed his hands on her shoulders and tilted her chin, "Let me show you downtown," he suggested. He locked the door and held her hand as they strolled down the street. He pulled his hat down low as they began to attract attention.

Evie found her voice, "Was that a typical work out or were you showing off for me?" She thought the conversation would distract from the intense desire she had to kiss his soft, full lips. 

Sidney laughed, “The workout was pretty typical, but I may or may not have found a new level of intensity for your benefit.” 

She poked his ribs with a giggle and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Together they walked slowly down the street. Sidney pointed out the landmarks as they walked down the small streets. When they passed a small boutique, Evie paused to look in the window. “Beso,” she asked, “Do we have time to go inside?” He opened the door and motioned for her to enter. She jumped when he smacked her ass as she passed by him.

After browsing together for a few minutes, they separated with Sidney headed to the men’s area and Evie headed toward the beauty section. Slowly, Evie picked up the assorted bottles of perfume to sniff each one. She paused at the stiletto shoe shaped at the end of the display and smiled as she read the name, Good Girl. Carefully she opened the lid and took a deep inhale. She looked over at Sidney and smiled, “Beso, can you come here?” He looked up from a shirt that he was contemplating buying. 

As he walked over, Evie sprayed the perfume on her wrist and neck. When he stood next to her, she smiled sweetly and held up her wrist. “Tell me if you like the scent,” she asked innocently. He turned his nose and inhaled. She could see his eyes widen slightly and there was an almost imperceptible flare of his nostrils. He turned to look at her face, then went back to her wrist and took a deep inhale. 

He pressed his lips together and nodded, “That’s nice, Evie. I like it.”

She moved her hair from her neck and pointed, “Smell it here and tell me if you still like it.” He leaned forward and sniffed. His breath tickled her skin and she giggled. “What do you think?” she inquired. Sidney’s lips grazed her neck and she caught the whimper as it left her mouth. “Guess what it is called, Beso?” she took a step back and placed her hand on his chest. “Good Girl,” she said softly, “It’s a Good Girl perfume for your good girl.”

Sidney's eyes flashed upward to her face. She batted her eyes and drew a small circle on his chest. "So do you like it? she whispered, "I am going to buy it." She turned around and walked to the cash register, dramatically swaying her hips as she walked. 

Sidney inhaled deeply as he felt the arousal stir within him. If he was honest, it had been a challenge to keep it under control during the workout. However, something about the scent awakened his desire and his mind raced. He checked his watch. They had another fifteen minutes before they needed to meet up with Nate.

Evie stood at the counter and slid across the black AMEX embossed with her name. Sidney smiled as he watched- thankful that she wasn't fighting him about using it. He walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, "Let's go." She grabbed the shopping bag in one hand and Sidney’s hand in the other one. 

He led her out of the store and down the sidewalk. The pace was much faster than before they made their stop. She asked if they were running late. He didn't respond but his head swiveled around in search of something. 

When they passed The Stubborn Goat, she called out, "Wait, isn't that where we're going?  Beso, where are you taking me?" He made a quick left into the alley way. They continued their brisk pace until he stopped suddenly when they passed a garbage dumpster. It provided a shield from one end of the alley while another dumpster provided a shield from the other side 

He backed Evie up against the wall and bent down to take a deep inhale of her perfumed neck. "Fuck," he groaned as his thigh pressed between her thighs. The moist heat radiated out and he felt it through his thin shorts. His mouth connected with the curve of her neck as her hands wrapped around his body and slid into his shorts. She grabbed his ample ass and pressed him into her body. There was no concealing his erection as it pressed between. "Damnit Evie," he moaned, "I could take you right here. I could fuck you in this alley."

Evie’s hands went to the back of his head and pulled him to her mouth for a deep kiss. "Who is stopping you, Sir?" she moaned, "Take me. It is yours to take, Mr. Crosby." The final two words snatched away any remaining control he had. Their hands and limbs worked together to lift her skirt up around her waist, while his shorts shimmied down.

His hands tugged at her panties and they slid down her legs. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his hips. They both gasped as he thrusted into her dripping folds. "Princess, you are so wet for me. Does watching me get you this turned on?" He said as he nipped at her neck. Evie's head swiveled to make a quick assessment of her surroundings. The alley was deserted and quiet. She arched her back to get a better angle. The move did not provide her the friction she sought. She leaned forward and held onto his shoulders. It put her in the perfect position for maximum g-spot contact. She bit his ear and whispered with a smile, "I got you, Sir. I got you. You lost control first."

He didn't respond, preferring to let his cock speak for him. Evie's moans became louder. Sidney thought for a second that he should silence her but the sounds were intoxicating. He held out until he felt her walls clenched tight around him. Her muscle spasms teased him over the edge. They stood still in the alley. Sidney took deep breaths as Evie kissed his neck. "That may be the hottest sex we have ever had," he kissed gently, "but we will be late if we don't shake a leg."

Diagonally a door opened onto the alley. Amanda's head popped out of her office suite. She turned and saw Sidney's body pressed against Evie with her legs around his bare ass. There was no mistaking what had just occurred in the alley. She slipped back inside and softly closed the door. She left it ajar just enough to continue to watch and listen

Sidney and Evie's heads turned at the noise but the door was closed at that point. Sidney shrugged and set Evie down. After they adjusted their clothing, Sidney pulled Evie in for a kiss. "I love you, Beso," Evie purred.

"Love you more, Mon Etoile," he smiled as they turned to walk back toward the restaurant. Evie took a few steps before she realized she had left her shopping bag on the ground. She ran back while Sidney waited at the end of the alley. 

As she walked toward Sidney, Amanda's door opened suddenly. Evie jumped and shrieked. She turned when Amanda said, "Evie, what are you doing in my alley?" 

Evie stared at Amanda for a moment in disbelief. Then she looked to Sidney for assistance. "Beso," she called to Sidney, "Look, it's your friend, Amanda." 

He turned around and walked back to Evie. He nodded to Amanda as he slipped his arm around Evie's waist. "Hey Amanda, sorry we can't stay to chat. We are late for lunch with Nate. See you around," he called as he guided Evie out of the alley. 

Sidney was relieved when Nate wasn't at the restaurant when they walked in. Sidney sat down at the table. Evie paused and asked directions to the restroom. When he questioned her, she whispered, "Beso, your cum is literally running down my thighs. I need to go clean up." She kissed his cheek and walked away.

When she returned, Nate and Sidney were chirping at each other about the workout. Nate turned to her and asked, "I beat Sid today, right? You were there. What do you think?"

"I think I am going to need a stiff drink if I am going to spend this lunch listening to the two fight about who was better," she quipped as the waitress approached, "The two of you should prepare yourself for the ass whipping I am going to dole out to you both tomorrow."

August 7th-Halifax, Nova Scotia

"Come on Sid," Mike teased, "Everyone is going to sing tonight in honor of your birthday. You have to sing SOMETHING!" Sidney rolled his eyes and shook his head no.

 A group of his friends had joined Sidney and Evie for dinner and headed to a bar for Karaoke. 

It was a loud and lively evening. Although Evie had met some of them in the two weeks she had been in Nova Scotia, the entire group was overwhelming. Evie was unsure how to interpret their relentless chirping of Sidney at first. His wide smile and laughter put her at ease and she began to join in with them. 

For their part, the group took a while to observe and form an assessment of Evie. Sidney had done nothing in the month before she arrived but talk their collective ears off about "Evie says, Evie thinks, Evie loves…." Still, they took a moment to watch their interactions. It only took a few minutes for their deep love and affection for each other to become evident. Sidney’s tenderness and care toward Evie thawed any coldness that may have existed. By the time they arrived at karaoke, she was fully part of the group.

Evie waved over the waitress and ordered another round of drinks. "Beso," she laughed, "You just need some more alcohol. I am going to sing for you soon. Maybe that will inspire you. " 

Sidney leaned forward and kissed, "Can't wait."

"Shit," Mike uttered when he looked up. The group collectively looked up to see Amanda walk in. She looked around and saw the group sitting together. She walked over to the group, "Well, well, the gang's all here. We'll, the gang's all here and the new girl." 

The group turned back to look at Sidney and Evie. She smiled widely at Amanda before turning to look at Sidney. Sidney's reaction was quite the opposite. "Amanda, she has a name. You know it and we all know that you know it. Don't be rude to my girlfriend, especially at my birthday party."

"Oh, I guess EVIE didn't want me invited," Amanda huffed.

"I was in charge of the invitations," Trish replied tersely. The tense stare was exchanged between the two women who had no warm and fuzzy feelings for each other. The feud dated back to junior high. 

Evie shrugged her shoulders, "Grab a chair and join us. We were just trying to.convince Sidney to sing a song." Amanda eyed her cautiously, unsure of Evie's intentions. "What do you want to drink?" Evie asked, "You can tell me all of Sidney's high school antics."

The karaoke host called, "Evie….you're next."

 She jumped up from her seat, gave Sidney a kiss and went up the stage. The host handed her the microphone. She did a shimmy as the music started, "This goes out to the captain of my heart. He missed it the first time in Philly so here is my encore performance." She found Sidney's face in the crowded and sang to him

I feel like I've been locked up tight

For a century of lonely nights

Waiting for someone to release me

You're lickin' your lips

And blowing kisses my way

But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away

Baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby)

Oh, oh, oh

My body's sayin' let's go

Oh, oh, oh

But my heart is sayin' no

If you wanna be with me

Baby, there's a price to pay

I'm a genie in a bottle

You gotta rub me the right way

If you wanna be with me

I can make your wish come true

You gotta make a big impression (oh yeah)

Gotta like what you do

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby

Gotta rub me the right way, honey

I'm a genie in a bottle, baby

Come come, come on and let me out

Sidney sat with eyes transfixed on Evie's curves as she sang as seductively as possible. She did small body rolls and moved her hips in circular notions. Amanda sat at the opposite end of the table with her arms crossed. She stared at Sidney as he put his fingers in his mouth to let out a long and loud wolf whistle. Evie winked and Sidney blew her kisses.

Internally, Amanda seethed. What did Evie have that she didn't? "All of his love and affection," she thought bitterly. She remembered the risque situation she caught them in the week before. "Of course she has him- fucking slut. She has probably been fucking for attention since she was fourteen," she told herself. She looked at the group who were clearly as enthralled as Sid by Evie's charm. Didn't they know that he needed a plain and simple Nova Scotia woman. 

Sure, he could enjoy the sights, sounds and indulgences of the big city while he played in the NHL. However, one day he would retire and she would be waiting for him. Amanda was lost in her thoughts when Evie finished her song and returned to the table. 

The brunette smiled as Sidney patted his lap. Evie climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Soon, they were lost in their little bubble where only they existed. They took turns whispering in each other's ears. He smiled and kissed her cheek. She stood up while he got up and approached the karaoke DJ. The group hooped and hollered as he wrote down his selection. Evie raised her hands in victory, "Beso!!!!"

"What did you select?" She asked joyfully when he returned.h

 "A duet," he replied as he kissed her softly.

"A duet with who?" She asked.

"With the love of my life," he answered.

"Ahhhh," she responded, "a love song?"

"Nope" he teased, "a naughty song." 

It was clear that the alcohol was catching up with him. Their interaction had drawn the attention of the group although Sidney and Evie were completely oblivious. Knowing looks were traded among the group. 

Evie held his hand tight when he guided her to the stage. He handed her the microphone and laughed as she read the song title "Promiscuous Girl". She playfully swatted at his chest. Then she gave him a quick kiss before she transformed herself into Nelly Furtado. Sidney's transformation into a Canadian version of Timbaland was not quite as successful, but he put his whole self into it.Promiscuous Girl-Nelly Furtado and Timbaland 

Sidney:

How you doin', young lady?

That feeling that you giving really drives me crazy

You don't, have a player 'bout to choke

I was at a loss for words first time that we spoke

Evie:

You're lookin' for a girl that'll treat you right?

How you're lookin' for her in the daytime with the light?

Sidney:

You might be the type if I play my cards right

I'll find out by the end of the night

Evie

You expect me to just let you hit it?

But will you still respect me if you get it?

Sidney

All I can do is try, gimme one chance (Chance)

What's the problem? I don't see no ring on your hand (Hand)

I'll be the first to admit it

I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent

Evie

You wanna get in my world, get lost in it?

Boy, I'm tired of runnin', let's walk for a minute

Sidney:

Promiscuous girl, wherever you are

I'm all alone, and it's you that I want

Evie:

Promiscuous boy, you already know

That I'm all yours, what you waiting for?

Sidney:

Promiscuous girl, you're teasin' me

You know what I want, and I got what you need

Evie;

Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point

'Cause we're on a roll, you ready?

Sidney stood still and let Evie dance around him. With all eyes on them, no one noticed Amanda pull out her phone and begin to record the performance. The whole club had come to a complete stand still to watch Sidney cut loose and unabashedly flirt with Evie. They ended their performance with a kiss as the entire club stood a cheered, "Sid, Sid, Sid!" He held up his hand in victory as he held Evie with his other arm.

The two lovebirds came back to the table. Sidney bought the table a round of drinks and Evie resumed her position on his lap. When Amanda's name was called, Sidney and Evie cheered. Trish looked over, "Evie, you're a better woman than me."

Evie smiled and stroked Sidney's cheek, "it must be hard to watch Sidney with me. He is the one that got away from her." 

Trish laughed, "Another round of shots. You need some more truth serum."

The opening notes of Amanda's song began. It took a second for Evie's brain to recognize it and she turned. Amanda began to sing "Dontcha" by the Pussycat Dolls. She looked at Sidney who seemed thoroughly confused. "That is an odd pick. Don't you think so, Mon Etoile?" He questioned. Evie took a deep breath. She looked around the table. The group exchanged looks that ranged from confusion to outrage. 

Sidney looked up. Surely she didn't choose this song as a message to him. It was unfathomable to think about. However, when Amanda looked and made direct eye contact, all doubt was erased. He glanced at Evie who had pasted a smile on her face. Sidney could see the tension in her jaw. He slowly rubbed her back and kissed her shoulder. She didn't recoil from the touch but she didn't lean into it either. "Mon Etoile," he whispered, "I want you. I don't know what she is doing. It doesn't make sense." 

Evie shook head as if to dismiss his concern. She felt the rage bubbling in her gut. "That bitch," she thought to herself. She remembered in December when Taylor had mocked her jealousy of Amanda. Even Sidney made light of it before consoling her. In the ensuing months, Evie had grown more secure in her relationship with Sidney, but there still had been something in her gut that told her not to trust Amanda. Evie had tried to push away those feelings. She dismissed them and clung to the knowledge of Sidney's love. 

However, tonight left no doubt that her intuition was correct. Amanda wanted Sidney back and was not even being subtle about it. Evie looked at Sidney. Her heart melted a little at his complete confusion over Amanda's song choice. Just like she had no doubt now about Amanda's motive, she had no doubt that Sidney had no interest in not only Amanda but in other woman. 

He turned to her and she smiled genuinely. Evie leaned forward to kiss Sidney softly. From the stage, Amanda stared at Sidney and Evie. She was one notch below steam coming out of ears. Here she was performing for him, just like Evie, and he couldn’t take his eyes off that whore. He was entirely focused on that fucking slut from Texas, of all.places.

Just as Amanda's song ended, Evie stood up to go to the bathroom. She turned quickly to Amanda and whispered, "in your dreams," before she turned around to go to the restroom. 

Amanda's eyes widened and she looked around at the group. No one would make eye contact and of course, Sidney’s eyes had followed Evie. Amanda stormed off to the restroom. Sidney did a double-take and then looked at Nate. Nate let out a low whistle, "I told you to tread lightly."

Sidney sighed, " What should I do?"

Nate laughed, "I would get off your ass and make sure they don't kill each other."

Evie heard the door open as she was pulling up her pants. She flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. Amanda directly in front of the exit. Evie glanced in her direction before she went to the sink to wash her hands. Amanda studied her closely. After she finished, Evie reached into her purse, pulled out her lipstick and leisurely reapplied it. Then she took a step toward Amanda who did not budge.

 Evie paused and crossed her arms, "Are you going to move?"

Amanda still didn't move. Evie arched her brow, "I don't know how things work here in Nova Scotia, but in Texas, this behavior is asking for an ass whooping." Amanda's mouth dropped and Evie continued, "Now my mother raised me to be a lady, a true southern Belle if you will. She also taught me 'don't start shit, but you can finish it.' Move out of my way."

Amanda scoffed, "Why? You need to take Sid out in the alley and fuck him again?"

Evie took a step back and laughed. "Oh, so the door did open. Did you get a good view, Amanda? What got your attention- his moans or mine? Didn't know that you were into that sort of kink, but you do you, booboo."

Amanda spit out, "You are a fucking whore. You think Sid is serious about you?"

Evie smiled, "Ask him yourself."

Amanda- "He is just confused. He is caught up in the seduction. He doesn't love you."

Evie-"You think I have to seduce that man? For the record, he is the one who pursued me. He is the one that continues to pursue me. He is the one that guided me into the alley, pushed me up against the wall and hiked up my skirt. He wanted it so I gave it to him. I give it to him any time he wants it, Amanda, which is ALL THE DAMN TIME"

Amanda, "How can you look at yourself in the mirror? How can you stand to be such a whore?"

Evie- "According to my research, you are no angel yourself. You had quite the good time while Sidney was away at Shattuck. Does he know that you fucked multiple of his former teammates?" Trish had been chatty after dinner with Nate and a few glasses of wine. She willingly spilled all the tea including the fact that Amanda fucked Trish's then boyfriend.

Amanda's jaw dropped open.

Evie- "See, I would bet good money that your body count is way higher than mine. The problem isn't that Sidney likes to fuck me, but that he doesn't want to fuck you any more. It's not that I am a slut, but that I am HIS slut."

Evie stepped closer, "I refuse to be shamed by a woman who has spent the past fifteen years trying to get the attention of a man that she doesn't even love and never did."

Evie got in her face, "Now move your ass or the country side of me will come out to play."

Amanda moved to the side. Evie walked past her, paused and spoke softly, "Keep my name out of your mouth or I will rain hellfire down on you. You will learn the reason why they say don't mess with Texas."

Evie walked out, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She took a step towards the bar and ran straight into Sidney's chest. She stepped back and looked him in the eye. The tears started to well up. 

"Evie," he asked, "What did she say to you?"

Evie shook her head, "nothing worth repeating." He wrapped his arms around her and she whispered into his ear, "Daddy, can you take me home?" Sidney stepped back and saw the pain in her eyes that she was trying to get under control. "Please?" she asked softly

Evie only initiates the Daddy role play when she is  in a vulnerable emotional state. His jaw tensed and felt the anger pulsate through his veins. Amanda hurt Evie and he didn't need to know the specifics to know that he needed to address it.  

"Go find Nate," he said softly, "I need to talk to Amanda." 

The door opened up and she walked out. She didn't hesitate when she passed the couple. "Amanda" he called, "Amanda, we need to talk." 

She spun around and crossed her arms, "I am leaving. I am not going to let some fucking Texan speak to me like that."

"Watch your mouth, Amanda," Sidney stated flatly "we do this here or in public but we are doing this," Evie maneuvered herself so she stood behind Sidney. 

Amanda looked down and tried to force tears to form in her eyes to gain his sympathy like she had so many times in the past. When none appeared, she looked up defiantly. At that point, the karaoke DJ had taken a break so the group took the opportunity to hit the bathroom. They came to halt when they came upon Sidney standing with his arms folded and Evie hiding behind him.

"Amanda, you owe Evie an apology," Sidney stated, "You owe her an apology and you owe me an explanation."

"I don't owe her anything,".Amanda spit out, "She threatened me. She should apologize to me."

"How? How did she threaten you? More importantly, why did she feel the need to threaten you?" Sidney chided.

"She wouldn't let me leave the restroom and then she called me a whore," Evie stated. The group gasped and stared at Amanda. 

"Why? Why would you say that Amanda?" Sidney questioned, "What has Evie done to you other than be friendly?"

"She stole you. She stole you when you know damn well where you belong," Amanda spit out in frustration. 

Sidney tilted his head and got close to her face, "Stole me from whom? Where do I belong, Amanda?"

"You belong with me, Sid!" Amanda screamed, "Not with some slut."

"I don't belong with you, Amanda," he screamed, "We broke up fifteen years ago. For fuck's sake, why would you think I belong with you? Are you fucking delusional?" 

Nate and Mike exchanged looks. They had never seen Sid scream at anyone off of the ice, much less a woman. 

Amanda kept digging, "You need a good, decent woman who knows how to behave."

"How to behave? What is that supposed to mean? And what, you are the beacon of how people are supposed to behave?" He spit out.

"At least I have the decency not to fuck someone in a damn alley," she lobbed the verbal grenade. Sidney stood up in shock for a moment. He looked at his friends who shrugged their shoulders.

Nate looked her up and down slowly, "You are either a glutton for punishment or incredibly stupid. Do you think anyone cares what they did or did not do in the alley? Get out of here with that bullshit."

"What does that make me Amanda? What does that make me?" Sidney shook his head. He turned to look at Evie who stared at the floor. He gritted his teeth and turned around. "I will tell you what that makes me. It makes me a man who is passionately in love with the most beautiful woman in the whole world. It makes me the man who is lucky enough to spend my life with her. It's a life where we are there for each other and love each other." He stood in front of Amanda and spoke firmly, "You think she isn't a decent woman? She is sweet and kind. You have been nothing but passive aggressive since the moment you met her. Why? Out of a misguided belief that I was going to come running back to you?" 

"Maybe I am partially to blame. I ignored the comments in the past. I wasn't direct out of fear that I would hurt your feelings. I don't like to hurt people. It is not in my nature. You, on the other hand, seem to be entirely comfortable doing so." He sighed. "Let me be abundantly clear. Listen to these words and let them sink in so I do not have to repeat them. Look up and listen to me." She looked up and made eye contact. Evie held her breath.

"I chose Evie. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. I did everything possible to win her love and affection. I have changed my whole world to include her in it. I will choose her over EVERYTHING else until my last breath. I thank God every day for the gift of her and her love. You have no idea what it is like to receive her love but it is a gift from heaven," he spoke eloquently. "But make no mistake, even if Evie was not part of my life, I would still not choose you. I don't love you. I don't want you. I haven't wanted you since I saw your true colors in high school. I have tried to be polite. I have tried to be respectful but NO MORE."

"You are making a mistake, Sid," Amanda, "You can do better than her. She only wants what she can get from you." 

Sidney shook his head, "No, that's you Amanda, that's you. There isn't anyone better than Evie. The only thing she wants is me-nothing else. Do me a favor and stay the fuck away from me. Don't talk to me. Don't post about me on Instagram. Just stay away from us."

"Or what?" She laughed.

"I will expose you for who you really are- a bitter bitch who will never aspire to be anything other than the ex-girlfriend of Sidney Crosby" he challenged, "Get a life, Amanda, and stay the fuck out of ours."

He turned to grab Evie and swooped her off of her feet. She nuzzled her tear stained face into his neck. He shouted back to Nate, "Get the bill. I will settle up with you tomorrow."

Nate shouted back, "Go take care of Evie. We got this." The group collected their things. 

Amanda huffed as got her purse "Fucking bitch. She is probably going to get knocked up just to trap him. You know those people. "

"What the hell did you just say?" Nate challenged, "Please tell me that you didn't let that racism roll off your tongue with such ease." The group stared. "You know what? I don't care. Stay away from me." He turned away. Everyone else in the group expressed the same sentiment and walked away, leaving Amanda stunned and friendless.

Evie was silent in the car. She curled up in the seat and faced the window. Sidney eyed her tenderly. "Beso, will you play our music? From the slow list?" she asked quietly. During the season, they created a shared playlist that they curated together. Additions were generally made while they were apart from each other. Sidney hit a few buttons and the music began

Evie reached over the console with her left hand. He removed one hand from the steering wheel and intertwined their fingers. She began to sing the song softly. 

When they arrived at the cottage she bent down and let Sam kiss her face. "Yes, mama was sad, Sammygirl," she spoke calmly.

"Was sad?" Sidney questioned.

"Yeah, I was a little shocked about the way it all went down," she answered as she stood up, "Honestly, I am a little relieved."

"Relieved how?" He asked.

"I suspected by the look on her face that afternoon that she saw something. I wasn't sure what, but something," she began, "I was scared that she would tell people." He arched an eyebrow. "Well, now she has and it's not nearly as humiliating as I thought it would be."

"Oh really?" he quipped.

"Do you feel ashamed, Beso?" she asked, "because I don't. If the worse thing you can say about me is that I enjoy fucking my incredibly hot man, then Beso, I am living right."

"Is that so, Mon Etoile?" He said with a smile.

"That's so. I refuse to be shamed by her. I refuse to be ashamed of my love for you. I refused to be ashamed of how I express that love," she stared into his eyes. "I only have two questions for you."

"Ask away," he brushed her hair from eyes.

"Do you think I am whore or some sort of slut? She asked her first question.

"Hmmmm, no, I don't," he smiled, "Insatiable, irresistible and Idyllic-yes, but not a slut. Next question."

"Still want to marry me?" She tilted her her head.

"Counting down the days," he smiled.

"Oooops, I have a third question," she sighed.

"It'll cost you," he kissed her cheek.

"What will it cost me?" she half-moaned.

"A real kiss," he said as he brushed his lips against her full lips. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly before the passion kicked in. The kiss deepened as they let the drama of the evening melt away. When Sidney broke the kiss, he asked,"What is the last question?"

She kissed along his jawline, "Will Daddy take of his baby girl? I still need you."

He lifted her up and she wrapped her body around his strong body, "Of course, Baby Girl, of course."

August 20th

Next Chapter:

[raysofcrosby]

With all of this reveal about Matthew's fractured sternum and how he still played I've been wondering how Caroline would react to it. Would she let him play? Stand her ground and tell him not to? Would she try to get him to sit out? I miss the WLTAY universe so much! I've reread it already since playoffs started. I hope to see more bonus chapters if you're still wanting to write them!

so, for wltay-verse sake– let's pretend that this situation took place later on down the line ((lets say its the era w both ethan is 13 and scarlett is 2 and care tech is prego w payson but they don't know it yet)) so ethan and scar are the only kids and it's the 2028-2029 season, bc obvi the story takes place during the 2023-2024 szn<3333

BUT OHHHH 100% care would not be for him playing!!!!

obvi its important to know that care is v much well aware matt is a grown man and can make his own decisions, but she is also not afraid to voice her opinions as well when it comes to suggesting what he should do about the injury bc yk obviously she knows there’s chances of injuries w hockey, so when he gets injured and has to get checked out, she’s not too worried, but the moment it was discovered just how serious his injury was ((bc HELLO a fractured sternum!!!!!)) she would immediately be on the side of caution and tell him maybe he should sit out.

like when they're back at home and the kids are all in bed and yk he played it cool w ethan and scarlett so it didn't worry them, but when it's just him and care, she's sitting there in bed watching him kind of slowly get into bed and she's all "okay, tell me what they really said" bc she knows obvi he played it safe for the kids.

and he tells her that yk "they said i probably fractured my sternum" and she's all "probably?" bc is sus of how he said it and she knows they took him to the hospital after they saw him after the game ((aka he told ethan he just had to yk do some press stuff so he wouldn't worry)) and yk he finished getting into bed and he's all "okay, so i fractured my sternum." and yk care's all just in shock and concerned obviously and he kinda cuts it off w a "they think it happened when i hit the ice after that hit from kolesar. but i'm fine, i promise–"

and ma'am is all like "fine?! matthew you're walking like you're 70 and in need of a double hip replacement," and she kind of motions at him all "you can barely breathe without looking like you're in pain."

"it's fine, care. they gave me some 800 ibuprofen for tonight, and i should be better in the morning."

OFC this is an answer that ms caroline tkachuk DOES NOT appreciate bc she follows up w a "its a broken bone, matthew. ibuprofen doesnt fix a broken bone. you can't play like this."

to which matt's obviously all up in arms bc "it's the stanley cup finals, care! it's at most three more games of my life. who knows when it'll happen again?"

"it happened before, matthew. five season ago–"

"exactly, care! five seasons! it took me five seasons to get to another stanley cup!"

and yk they're not exactly fighting, but it's not calm either yk?? and care's not trying to parent him or keep him from his dream, but she also knows he's in full on hockey tough guy mode and will do anything without letting something stop him from reaching the stanley cup again yk???

so not wanting to fight anymore, she says "fine, we'll see how you feel in the morning," and they go to sleep.

so obvi it's next morning, matt gets up for morning skate when care's up w scar and he gets back by the time everyone is awake and yk he's still trying to play it cool but its considerably hard for him since he woke up more sore this morning. and when its time to wake him up from post game nap to eat yk, ethan asks if him and scar can go do it ((and since fam is in town, we'll keep it true and say brady was staying over and helped matt out of bed)) but care says "yk what, let's let beebee do it and you guys can help me set up dad's plate"

so brady goes up and care doesn't really hear a lot of movement upstairs, so she tells ethan to watch scarlett and she'll be right back– so she goes upstairs and actively sees brady trying to help matt stand up out of their bed and ma'am immediately is like "absolutely not, you're not playing tonight"

and matt's all "care, i was just laying down too long" ((while he's yk, still pushing through trying to breathe normally))

"that's bullshit and you know it matthew. look me in my face and tell me that brady didn't have to help you sit up in bed, that it doesn't hurt you to breathe or that you can stand yourself up right now. if you can do that and wholeheartedly believe it's the truth, then i'll drop it."

and yk mans already knows she's going to see through him, but he still tries to play it tough and yk kinda moves brady aside and prepares to push himself out of bed. he does it but obvi it's super shaky at first and brady and caroline are kinda standing closeby in case he falls and he stands himself up but is kinda out of breath and hurting when he's standing there and he's all "i'm telling them im playing tonight, care. i can't let this opportunity pass me up, who knows how many good years i have left." ((cue the male dramatics lmfao))

in true caroline fashion, ma'am is not thrilled and is all "i don't think you understand how serious this injury is matthew. you play tonight and take another bad hit or bad fall and you could further hurt yourself matthew and your career could be over. are you ready to even think about that possibility at 31???"

and ofc matthew's all "i'll be fine, care. i've been playing this game a long time, i can still play tough and be safe."

SO PULLING THE MOM CARD, CARE'S ALL "would you let ethan do it??"

"that's not fair."

"of course its fair. if ethan had the very same injury as you and you, as the adult knew the repercussions of what would happen if he played, would you let him play?"

POOR BRADY IS JUST STANDING THERE LIKE 👁👄👁 "maybe we should just let him go see the trainers–"

and care's all "shut it brady" and turns to matthew like "well, would you? would you let your son risk his life and career for three games?"

so they just kind of stand there staring at each other and matt's finally like "no," and before care can say anything he adds on a "but i'm not ethan."

to which care adds a "but you are to your mom and dad"

ANYWHO ITS LIKE ARUING W A BRICK WALL AND CARE KNOWS THAT ITS NOT GETTING ANYWHERE SO SHE JUST HUFFS AND IS ALL LIKE "fine, if you want to play tonight matthew, then do it."

and yk they go on w the day and matthew plays game four ((much to caroline's dismay)) and ofc she and the kids go to the game and yk care is v much not thrilled about him playing and everytime hes on the ice she's panicked and at the end of the night when they're home and getting ready for bed there might be a slight silence between them bc obvi she's pissed but yk they do the kids nighttime routine and then go to their room

but she helps him shower ((bc showering after the game was too painful)) and get ready for bed and she's helping him into bed and once he's comfy and she makes sure hes got everything he needs, she gets on her side and even her just getting into the bed kind of moves him and obvi that hurts and so she's just worried the whole time and when they're settling down into bed matt kind of moves his arm out to her so he can hold her hand and she does

and he's all "you were right, i shouldn't have played tonight. some of the guys had to help me get my gear on and i should've known that was a sign for me not to play...but care, it's–"

"i know...it's the stanley cup finals. and im sorry if it seemed like i was dismissing you, but matthew...this is a v scary and serious injury." and she kinda hears him yk trying not to breathe too hard or anything bc yk pain and she's like "hurt?"

"like hell," and she can see hes super emotional bc they both kind of know that that was most likely his last game of the season bc of how much pain hes in and so shes just being super comforting w him and soft night yk

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 Raph Casey - 🤪[reverse uwu] (TEXT: I l  ove yoy Raph, I'll añways fuckinf love you - I love you Raph, I'll always fucking love you)

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Raph was getting pretty good at this not to brag but well yeah he was bragging as he was pulling in the chain link he had used to lower his latest catch down to the cop to deal with next. Before dipping out of sight well the best he could. They always seemed to manage to grab a quick picture of Raph no matter what, or a glimpse of him showed up for the news report later. Even when Don read over the paper with his picture or Mikey happened to catch the Nightwatcher on. They never seemed to put two and two together. That it was Raph so yeah he maybe at times wasn't as careful as he should have been. Hey he has a full metal suit to cover himself with.

Hoping off the ledge of the building a little bounce to his step, this felt great. Fuck Leo they didn't need Leo to still be doing something that meant something. Didn't need to sit around like a used tool either as Splinter seemed to want of them well they waited for Leo to return. As if he would. Leo's letter stopped coming so long ago and he was meant to have been home. Pretty clear to tell Leo didn't want to come back. They don't need mister fearless Leo anyway. They were all clearly adjusting just fine with out him.

Yeah clearly. That's why Raph was out in the middle of the night fighting crime alone. Sure he would go topside by himself before but not all the time. The sound of metal wasn't enough to drown out that of a duffel bag full of sports equipment in it. Or Hockey stick swinging back and forth against their back. The muffled breath from a hockey mask. Raph just groaned to himself, as he went to free his head from the helmet now. "Stop think' 'bout him! we don' get ta miss Casey." He snips at himself as if he were truly fighting with his heart just now he swears he can feel it grow heavy over his words. Helmet held to rest to his hip a moment as he strolled across the roof top. Stopping at the ledge on the opposite side.

He wasn't too far away from Casey's neighborhood.

"NO!" He growls a bit to himself dropping down to sit down. "Get a fuckin' grip I broke up with Casey!" Those word stung. It hurt more than any of the street punks that got in a lucky hit could ever duel out towards him. That was the simple truth no matter how much he wanted to just forgot. How could he forgot though? Raphael could easily still perfectly imagine Casey face that day he did it broke it all off between them. The hurt and confusion mixed over Casey's face. Raph did the one thing he dreaded to ever do to anyone he promised to protect, he hurt Casey. Worse he did it on purpose. There was a buzz on his side he ignored it at first, might just be Don.

Letting hie head tip back to rest against the brick ledge as he looked up to the sky, felt like the smog was only thicker these days the stars seemed to have lost their shine and sheen. That was just how everything felt to Raph. The appeal to anything he liked was just gone, he didn't hate it, just didn't bring him the joy he once felt before. Maybe because after a rough night when he slumped down to rest Casey's shoulder, was there for him to rest his tried head on. Their warmth his to soak in as they would throw their arm around him and tug for him to come closer. And they would look uo together. The sky always seemed brighter back then.

Going out to bust skulls together was always more fun than being out all alone like this even. Setting up the hits together, how Casey fought similar to himself, no mercy. The drive and thrill of the chase. Having Casey right beside him, knowing they had his back. Never had to worry about someone trying to hit him over the head. If they did get the better of him or overwhelmed him. There was Casey.

Raphael's partner in so many ways.

Heavey sign left his beak. Funny enough between the fighting, the intimacy, even what he missed? Was talking to Casey. Sure it be easy to tease and say the guy likely didn't have much to offer to talk about, but that's not true. Raph would hang on every word he wondered if Casey noticed that.

Trying to drag himself out of his thoughts as he finally pulled his phone free from his belt. He had to cruse the way his heart rate speed the second he read the name. 'Bonehead' accompanied by a picture of Casey, that Raph sneakily snapped one morning. He really should change that was the following thought. Seemed wrong to still use that photo for Casey...he didn't get to see that side of them anymore after all.

"Why ya textin' me anyway?" Trying to change the subject for himself as he opened their messages. Trying to ignore when the last text between them was sent

[TEXT] I l  ove yoy Raph, I'll añways fuckinf love you

There was a warmth sweeling in him, his heart seemed to all but come to sudden stop. The city noises fell on to deaf ears. Raph was stunned, by what he was reading was that it was hard to decipher Casey's text even with the odd way it had been typed out. He let his eye scan over it a few more times in the off chance he was wrong. He's not sure what he's feeling there's a lot going through him at the words. Four words that meant everything to him even since Casey started to say them. Enough to make Raph freeze every time they were said.

"You..." He grits his teeth grip tighten on his phone as he drops it not able to fave it right now. "How can you still..."

I love you still too

"We don' make sense!"

I need ta see you right now

"We can' be together!"

I want nothin' more than to be with you

"I did' the one thing I said I never do!" He couldn't argue that. He left. He hurt Casey, he told them he was done he knew deep down Casey was soft he worked to see past thier walls. He wanted to be trusted with that part of Casey. No matter what he wanted it so badly. Then...then he did excatly what Casey was protecting himself for.

"GOD DAMN IT!" He roared slightly the pain in his heart just seemed to weight it down more. "You could be with someone else! Some else to drive off with, someone else ta kiss someone else arms to fall asleep in..." but Raph couldn't stand the image in his mind of any of that happening.

Turning to face towards thier neighborhood. "You can do all of that but...please don' do the things we did. Late night bike rides. Goin' all the places that were jus' ours.... I am selfish." Rubbing his face with his hand now as he sighed out heavily once more. "I don' have any right ta say that crap. Casey should be allowed to move on he should move on even! I can- I mean I don-" He knew he could say that because it wasn't ture in the slightest. That he didn't love them? Raph was a lot of things and one was still in love with Casey Jones. Phone lifted back up to read over the screen. It was clearly messed up. Maybe they didn't mean it, clearly drunk meant for someone else even.

That turly made his heart feel like it was sinking down into his shell now. "He should be with someone who can give 'em all they want. House, kids...not a busted up broken..me." not matter how much he wanted to be with Casey right now. Hear that dumb laugh, feel thier arms slung around him and knuckles digging into his skull. Never did understand why that was whar Casey did but he missed it a lot.

"Ya gotta find someone else...someone good for ya Case. Who'll give ya all ya want." Lookink back to the phone himself, a moment of weakness as he started to type only to stop. When the sound of sierns hit his ears. Making him stand up altered to where it seemed to be coming from. Looking down to where he saw thw flash of red and blue heading he could get there faster if he cross over the rooftops.

Casey.

Raphael looked back to his phone, eyeing the text he nearly sent himself. He didn't delete it he just closed it out and shoved it back away, and he set his helmet over his head once again. "Casey....don' wast ya time on me."

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 18 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Landon Rielly

I fell to the ground, exhaustion taking over me.

I just needed a break.

Just a minute and I could be back on my feet.

"Get up, Landon," Dad demanded, standing over me.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

I looked up at him, my breathing heavy.

"No."

"Then why did you stop?" he asked, his voice low and calm but I knew better than to trust his voice.

He was not calm, he was angry.

"Do you want to be out of shape when hockey season starts? Do you want all those guys to skate circles around you because you were lazy the whole off season because you've been eating like shit and not following the diet and work out schedule I laid out for you? Why should I even bother doing that for you if you're not going to follow it?"

I pushed myself up onto one knee, still breathing heavy.

"Should I stop letting you go hang out with your friends?" Dad continued.

"Because they're undisciplined in their diets and when you're with them, you eat shit and I can tell when you're not eating right. I've told you time and time again, you need to remain disciplined if you want to be successful. You're going into your last season before high school and what do I say about high school hockey?"

I let out a deep breath.

"It's the most important hockey I'll play. It's how I get scouted for college hockey and it sets the tone for my hockey career."

"That's right," he said.

"So are you going to give up everything we've worked for and give up the only thing you're good at or are you going to get up and work?"

I didn't say anything.

I just stood up and continued the drills my father had planned for me that day.

It was so much running that I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

I was breathing so hard, it felt like my throat was bleeding.

When I stopped and threw up in the grass, my father didn't say anything.

He waited for me to finish and then ordered me to start running again.

After the running was over, he made me stand about thirty feet away from him.

Then he shot tennis balls at me with a hockey stick and made me block his shots.

Even though I was a forward, he always wanted me to be a two-way player, so he made sure we focused on my defensive skills as well.

When the sun started going down was when he finally called it quits for the night.

I was exhausted and bruised.

My legs felt like they were going to give out on me at any moment.

"You go take a shower and go to bed," Dad said as we entered the house.

"You need rest so we can continue training tomorrow."

Olivia and Mom were sitting on the couch watching a movie.

Mom smiled over at me and gestured for me to go to her.

"How was training?" she asked, pulling me down toward her so she could kiss my cheek.

"It was fine," I muttered.

"He needs to put in a lot more work," Dad interjected.

"We should have never let him go to that sleep over at the Hanson's. They fed those kids a bunch of junk and it shows. Boys shouldn't be having sleep overs at this age anyway."

********

"Landon?" Olivia called out, over the phone.

"Sorry, I zoned out," I replied, trying to shake the memories from my head.

"I was just saying that Jimmy Murphy asked me out on a date," she said.

"What?"

Jimmy Murphy was on the JV hockey team last year when he was a sophomore.

Apparently he had been named captain of the varsity team this year, according to Olivia.

"I don't know if I'll say yes," Olivia continued.

"I don't think Dad will approve and Mom doesn't want me dating at all."

"You never know," I said.

I didn't like the thought of my little sister dating but she was fifteen and I didn't want her missing out on this stuff like I did.

"Maybe they'll be okay with it."

"I doubt it," she said with a sigh.

"Anyway, how's hockey going?"

"We lost our first three games."

"That's a bummer but I'm sure you guys will start winning soon," she replied.

"Any boys I should know about? Secret romance on the hockey team?"

I hesitated for just a moment before she was yelling in my ear.

"There is someone," Olivia exclaimed.

I had to pull the cell-phone away from my ear for a moment.

"No, Olivia," I denied.

"There is no one."

"You're lying," she said excitedly.

"You hesitated. It's okay. You can tell me when you're ready."

I scoffed.

"Okay."

"Anyway, got to go," Olivia said.

"We'll talk soon."

"Yeah, let's meet up soon."

"Yes, definitely. I love you."

"I love you too."

I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling.

I missed my sister, I missed... no, I didn't miss Wren.

That was the most idiotic thought that had ever sprung up in my head.

It was just that these away games made me feel lonely.

I wasn't interested in hanging out with any of these guys.

At least back at school I was too busy to even feel lonely and I somehow ended up seeing Wren most weekends anyway but now that the season was in full swing, that was going to end.

I was going to end up alone in hotel rooms a lot of the time.

I picked my cell-phone up to finally text him back.

To: Wren Ridley [Unfortunate for you I'm enjoying the time away] From: Landon Rielly

To: Landon Rielly [You can't possibly be saying you don't miss me.] From: Wren Ridley

To: Wren Ridley [That is what i'm syaing Saying*] From: Landon Rielly

To: Landon Rielly [Well, I know that's a lie. Otherwise, you wouldn't be texting me.] From: Wren Ridley

He didn't even comment on my spelling mistake.

To: Wren Ridley [Maybe you're the one who misses me] From: Landon Rielly

He didn't respond for a moment and that made my nerves even worse.

To: Landon Rielly [I'm glad to see you're finally using the correct 'you're.'] From: Wren Ridley

I let out a deep breath and mentally cursed at him. He was insufferable and infuriating.

To: Wren Ridley [You're infuriating] From: Landon Rielly

To: Landon Rielly [Great job. Now all you have to do is add punctuation to your sentences.] From: Wren Ridley

To: Wren Ridley [Dont you have better things to do than annoy me over text] From: Landon Rielly

To: Landon Rielly [I do but I haven't been able to annoy you in a few days.] From: Wren Ridley

To: Wren Ridley [Which has been great for me] From: Landon Rielly

To: Landon Rielly [And not so great for me. When you're back, I'll have to work extra hard to annoy you. I know how much you like it when I make you mad.] From: Wren Ridley

I was grinning at my cell-phone like an idiot when another notification popped up on my phone.

It was an Instagram message from Stella.

To: Landon Rielly [Hey Landon. I'm having a little get-together at my dorm on Sunday night. You're invited <3 I hope to see you there.] From: Stella

To: Stella [Sounds good see you then] From: Landon Rielly

And now I just had to get through tomorrow.

[heroexxs]

this whole time had been exhilarating for dixie. she loved being there for brock, cheering for him from the box, bragging about his wins, celebrating each time. but she could tell the nerves were getting to him, the uncertainty even though things were looking up, they never knew when the tides might change. so she blocked off her time, promising to work double time in the studio when she was back, but brock had been there for her so many times, she wanted nothing more than to be there for him.

though, she attributed it to the traveling between each game, dixie had been feeling off. she couldn't quite explain it, it wasn't exactly sick but...maybe it was just exhaustion. that day she decided to rest in the hotel (which turned into song writing sessions, her producer would be happy), when the realization hit her. she hadn't had her period yet, and she was a few weeks late.

calling down for the front desk for a test - she didn't want to face random fans finding her at cvs - brock let her know he was coming back and her heart soared. she had just been delivered the tests and taken them, was currently waiting on the results when brock tumbled in.

moving from the bathroom she moved to lay down next to him, wrapping herself close to him. though brock was the most wonderful man she knew, she was nervous to even bring it up. would this throw him off his game? it had been her worst nightmare with her ex-husband. but this was the future dixie wanted with brock, she was just a bit unsure of the timing. "depends on how well you play if you deserve it." she laughs, though of course she'd kiss him after the cup, she just couldn't think about all of the germs. she just nods, as he speaks arms wrapped around his waist, gazing up at him, still debating whether or not she should tell him.

but by this point it was impossible for her to keep anything from him - even surprise parties. "my period is late." is all she got out, eyes searching his for a reaction.

"i'd hope i'd really deserve it." brock teased as he gave her a wink. "one more win and we can go home." as much as he loved playing hockey and being on the road with her, he did miss now getting comfortable in the house that they built together. as he tucked an arm behind his head, he sighed happily before closing his eyes and taking in the moment. when she said that her period was late, he opened one of his eyes and cocked an eyebrow at her. "oh do you know..." he couldn't even finish his sentence when it finally hit him. out of all of his brothers and sisters, he had heard countless stories about how they found out they were pregnant, and here before this huge game finding this out might top them all. he could feel his heart beating in his chest as he looked over at her, feeling a small smile play on his lips. "compared to it being early?" he teased slightly in hopes of making a small joke to hide his nerves.

would this mess up their wedding? her album? everything else that they had planned? his season was almost over but he wanted to make sure that they were both ready for something like this. he rolled over a bit so he could look at her and pushed some of her hair out of her face. "do you think... i mean the last win was pretty special." he teased with another chuckle. "did you take a test or anything like that? shit did people see you?" he didn't even think of keeping things under wraps or what exactly they'd have to do if she was pregnant but she was sure they would cross that bridge when they got there.

as he gave her another smile, he tried his best not to get too excited, since anything could happen. it could have just been late and that was all, or they could have their whole lives changed right in front of them. "whatever happens, i'm right here." he muttered as he kissed her forehead. "i'm not going anywhere, and i am most certainly not naming our kid brock jr." he teased in hopes to make her laugh a bit.

"but i love you a lot, you know that. whatever happens we'll figure it out. we'll go on our own timeline, right?" brock said with a little shrug of his shoulders as the pulled her a little closer. "do you wanna know right now? i do but if you want to wait we can."

it was almost as if dixie predicted the very near future, since brock and his team were able to make it to the finals, and currently they were up in their seven-game series. they only needed one more game to win and then just like she said, he'd be drinking beer out of a very dirty cup and be whisked into a parade. his one request was for her to stay close during the whole series, there wasn't anyone he wanted to spend this time with and celebrate with even if he was as nervous as ever. she was able to calm his nerves especially during the last game which was closer than he'd like it to be.

the practices were longer and harder than any practice previous, but he knew that everyone wanted to perfect their craft. if anyone made even one mistake, they would have to keep clawing back to just get that one win. every now and then he was able to get a quick break to send dixie a text, hoping that she was doing alright by herself. he didn't want to leave her alone, but he knew she probably didn't want to see them during practice. he was exhausted to say the least, he hadn't worked out this hard in such a long time that when they were all finally over, he needed to take a moment to himself. as he opened up his phone, he sent dixie another text letting her know that he was heading back.

BROCK: my legs feel like jello lol   BROCK: i'll be back in a minute love you

when he finally had enough strength to move, he headed back to the hotel near the stadium, pushed open their door and flopped on their bed. "i promise i'm clean." he said as his face was buried into one of the pillows. his stomach was twisting and turning about the possible outcome of tomorrow's game but thankfully he was able to relax a bit more now that he was here with dixie. "if we win tomorrow, are you still gonna kiss me after i drink out of the cup?" he teased as he finally rolled over so he was laying on his back. "i'm sorry these practices have been so long, coach just really wants us to make sure that everything's perfect." he said with a little shrug as he finally got comfortable against the bed.

"i gotta head over early again tomorrow, but you can come with me if you want. we're just doing some press stuff before the game and a quick little warm up."

[ghoul333]

serial lover

chapter one(?)

pairing: billy x f!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: billy wants to kill you, but you change his mind last minute.

warnings: angst, murder, swearing, fluff(?)

a/n: i used both their point of views so i hope it came out alright. i definitely want to write another chapter. hope you enjoy! <3

He looked at you from afar. Lurking in the bushes, watching your every move. It was pretty much turning into a daily routine. He wanted you, bad. Billy was heavily debating when to break in one of these nights to kill you. Lucky for him, tonight might be the night, your parents weren't home and your siblings were nowhere to be seen. Just you, sitting pretty on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

You were the perfect victim. It had been a few years since the first killing spree in Woodsboro. Everything for the most part had gone back to normal. They thought about it for a while, and considering they had succeeded the first time, Billy and Stu decided to give it another go. Only for this job was Billy on his own, Stu being with his girlfriend.

A kind, innocent girl like you? That would be fun. Though you had never wronged the pair, you were somewhat of a loner. Quiet but willing to help when needed. Might've been a distasteful move, but damn was Billy eager to hear what your screams sounded like.

And now that you were alone, it was the perfect time to play a game.

Only you weren't.

Your brother in law, Ian, was in the living room, watching a hockey game.

Billy got into a stance when he saw you getting up from the bed, figuring you would leave the room. Instead, you paced in circles. He looked down at your hands, you were flicking your index finger against your thumb, as if it was out of anxiety. You seemed to be contemplating something.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Billy having to duck down so you wouldn't spot him. It would be a different story if he was dressed up as himself, you two were acquainted after all, having one or two classes together. But he wasn't exactly 'himself' right now, he was Ghostface. Though he and Ghostface were one in the same, you didn't know that. You would only see a masked psycho hiding in your bushes.

He was about to pick up his cellphone to call your house phone, but something stopped him. His hand was frozen in place. When he looked back to you, he noticed a change in your expression.

You were crying in the mirror.

Billy cocked his head. What the fuck was this? One minute you're fine and seemingly calm. Then the next minute you're crying as if something traumatic happened.

He raised his brows, surprised when you stopped crying immediately, as if on cue. Your eyes had been glossy but were now completely dry.

Holy shit. Where did you learn that? He thought.

You didn't look sad anymore. In fact there was no emotion at all and for some reason, Billy loved it.

—

You wiped the tears off your face and stared at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath.

Was that believable?  I think so.

A part of you wished you had someone here to let you know, but this was something you needed to do by yourself. You didn't even know if you were gonna go through with it, but the urge wouldn’t leave your mind.

Hearing a loud cheer from the other room, you groaned in disgust. You had a hard time believing your family would leave Ian here with you. Especially after all the shit you've taken from him.

You could confidently say that you hated your brother in law. Your sister disappointed you, putting up with trash like him and you resented your family for tolerating it for as long as they have. For over a year, he had lived in your house. Being nothing but a bum. Always being a fucking asshole to you and your family, then making you feel like shit when you call him out.

He could get away with it too. The fact your father was rarely in town made it easy and you hated it. You hated him. You wanted him gone, for good.

You knew there was only one way. No matter how many fights, he wouldn't leave. Refused to.

If he was gone, everything would be fine. It'd take time for some people to heal, but this was for the best.

Thinking about it put a smile on your face. Even though the inhuman thoughts ashamed you, you couldn't help but let them excite you at the same time. Never in your life had you wanted to do something like this, but you craved to see that piece of shit suffer. This would be the only time, and hopefully you wouldn't get caught.

You opened up your drawer, pulling out some scissors, studying them for a few seconds before putting them back.

You weren't ready to get blood on your hands. You looked around your room, trying to find something easy and simple. You looked down at your rack of shoes. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

You pulled the lace from one of your old sneakers, you'd have to dump them afterwards but you wouldn't miss them. While you wrapped the string around both your hands, something came over you. You didn't even realize you were walking to the living room, until you were standing right behind him while he watched his game. At that point, your body was doing the talking. Fuck what was actually right. Fuck morals.

Billy watched all this, following your every move. He cursed himself for not noticing the other obvious person in the house. How stupid. If he decided to pursue you there was a greater chance he wouldn't get away. Stu would've had to come. You kind of saved him there.

Seeing the single shoelace in your grip and standing so close behind Ian, he was actually anticipating your next move. Which surprised him, you had him on the edge of his seat. You had opened his eyes in those last few minutes. You had him so confused.

He had been watching you for days, basically knew your day and night routine. So, where did this come from? You put on an act, even for yourself?

He couldn't deny he thought you were, somewhat, adorable. Many victims had been adorable, but being adorable doesn't mean shit to Billy. If he wanted to gut you, he would.

There were times where you would just sit and stare into a void, but he didn't really think anything of it. He didn't realize how fucked up in the head you really were.

He couldn't kill you now, definitely not. You were turning out to be just as insane as he was. Billy felt drawn to you. He was rooting for you.

You stood there long enough for Ian to notice your presence behind him. Not even turning around, he opened his mouth.

"What the fuck do you wa-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you wrapped the shoelace around his neck, attempting to strangle him.

Hearing him speak irritated the fuck out of you. You'd rather cut your own ears off, but why do that? He should just simply stop talking.

He was strong, but you gave yourself props for not wearing socks, your feet were planted firmly on the ground, and they weren't going anywhere. His arms were violently swinging, voice coming out in gargles. How long did I need to do this for? Maybe a plastic bag would've been easier.

It felt like forever until he quit moving. Eventually, his arms fell limp and his breathing stopped. You stood there for a moment, the lace still wrapped around him. Had you killed him?

You decided you wanted to be sure, jerking the shoelace against his neck just one more time.

Suddenly his arm flew up, grabbing the shoelace and trying to jerk your body forward. You begin to struggle against him, pulling the lace as tight as you could so he couldn't grip it, but he was able to overpower you within seconds. Yanking you over the sofa he had been sitting on, you groaned in pain as your back hit the floor. The air being knocked out of you.

Where did that adrenaline come from?

Watching you flip like that, for some reason, worried Billy. Even he thought you had him. He couldn't let this happen, he felt the strong urge to come to your rescue. Sure, some random guy dying by the hands of ghostface didn't fit the route they were trying to take, but Billy was going to protect you tonight. He needed to.

He quickly got up from where he was crouched, beginning to creep his way towards the house. He figured he needed to move fast considering how much smaller you were compared to the man you were trying to murder.

"You little fucking bitch!" Ian managed to seethe, voice extremely hoarse. He got up from where he was standing and grabbed you by the hair, making you cry out pain. Billy heard the commotion from outside, and the sound he'd been wanting to hear. He didn't like it. Why?

Why did it make him angry to hear you in pain?

You wanted to avoid eye contact with Ian, but he yanked your hair again, making you face him. The look in his eyes seemed hungry, and not in a good way.

He gave you a vile smile, before slapping you across the face, making you tumble to the floor once again. You slowly reached up, touching your cheek. A single tear threatened to fall but you quickly blinked it away. It burned, almost vibrating from the impact. You knew the slap was hard enough for blood to come through.

Fuck.

You figured you were screwed, if you knew he was gonna grab you like that you would've just duct taped him to the coach. You really did not think this one through, even though you had been thinking about it for months on end.

You felt his body heat centimeters away from you. Looking up at him, he hovered over you.

"Thank you for finally giving me a reason to do that." He said, his tone spilling venom. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

You just stared at him, you weren't scared or upset. You couldn't even be mad, you just attempted to strangle your sisters husband. What could've been expected? You probably didn't have a great chance of succeeding anyway, but you couldn't fight your urges anymore.

People like him deserved death.

You didn't have time to process another thought before Ian picked you up, throwing you against the wall. You yelped as your side impacted harshly against the wood floor. You didn't even want to look at him anymore, you had failed and were probably gonna die, or get beat into a coma.

You didn't feel him grab you again. You didn't feel him pin you against the wall. You didn't feel the corner of the table next you digging into your side. You didn't feel anything. Not even the tears falling from your eyes.

"Don't cry now darling," He whispered in your ear, you shuddered in disgust. "This is what you wanted."

His voice made you want to vomit. Cigarettes and cheap beer leaking off his tongue. Even with him up to your ear, you could smell it. He was so fucking close. Everything about this man made you sick. You couldn't understand how your sister slept beside this thing at night.

He held your body against his while he shifted his hands. They wrapped around your throat and squeezed, very hard. You couldn't breathe. You wanted to just let it happen but your body was thinking ahead of you, once again. You grabbed his hands, trying to pry him off.

You actually couldn't fucking breathe. You were going to die, staring into this mans lifeless eyes, hearing his heaving breathing...his body pressed against yours. You would rather get stabbed to death. Or burned alive. You just didn't want him to be the last thing you saw before you died. You didn't want to die.

I fucked up.

Maybe you were selfish too. You were better off just hurting yourself to ease the pain. You couldn't get him off you and it was painful. Your vision was starting to blur.

You used your feet to try and push him off you, but your attempts failed.

Unexpectedly, you fell to the floor with a thud. You quickly inhaled a large breath of air, a small coughing spell following. You couldn't hear or see anything in that moment, just trying to get up, desperately trying to regain your strength.

Breathing had never felt so good.

Weak and in pain, you used one hand to guide your way up the wall, while the other one held your throat. As you regained your vision and started to focus on your surroundings, you began to hear struggling. Lots of struggling. You were confused, you thought it was just the both of you. As you looked up, you noticed a cloaked figure on top of  Ian.

Billy had gotten into the house from your laundry room window, finding the entrance a few days ago when he was planning how he would kill you. He crept in, being as quiet as a ghost. When he turned the corner, he saw Ian pressing you deep against the wall. He watched you struggle and fight, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He tackled your brother in law to the floor, making him lose his grip on you. Billy managed to gain the upper hand quickly, getting on top of him and wrapping his hands around his throat. Ian kicked his legs, but it did no good. Billy was too far up on his chest, sinking all his body weight onto him.

You stood there and watched. You were confused and shocked on what was happening, on where this guy came from. You looked down, noticing a knife next to the person in the black cloak. You begin to panic a little inside, wondering whether this person was saving your life or here to take you both out.

It only then hit you that the knife and the black costume seemed way too familiar.

Oh shit...It can't be.

Was this, The Ghostface?

From what you and the rest of Woodsboro knew, that killer who committed all those murders years ago was supposed to be dead. So what was he doing here?

You snapped back into reality when you heard Ian trying to speak. Looking at the both of them, you saw Ian's arms swing violently once again. Billy had managed to dodge most the swings, his arms steadily pressing down on Ian's throat. He did take a few hits to the face though, but he had been through worse.

It wasn't until he started reaching for the mask.

Billy could only lean back so far, if he tried anymore Ian would gain the upper hand in a matter of seconds. He usually didn’t care, since they were going to be dead anyway, but he wasn’t going to kill you.

You noticed what was happening, even with Ghostface's back turned to you. You slowly crept your way towards them, until you could see Ian's face again.

His eyes were wide as plates and his skin looked tight as the killer pushed down on his throat. Ian's eyes snapped to you, making Billy turn his head a little to see you in his peripheral vision. You could tell by the look in Ian's eyes that he wanted your help.

Tough shit.

You slowly walked around the two, Ian was convinced you were gonna help him, beginning to reach for the mask again, fingers brushing the mouth, trying to find a grip. You kneeled, grabbing Ian's arms, pinning him down. Your gazed flickered towards the mask killer, to find he was already looking in your direction.

You decided to flash him a smile. Though you couldn't see behind that mask, Billy had the same expression.

You lowered your body down, until your mouth was leveled with Ian's ear. He was trying to fight against you, but he had no more strength. He was done for.

"See you in hell, fat shit." You spoke into his ear.

Gargles could only be heard, and the hockey game playing on the tv was basically non existent. The life Ian once had, was now gone. You slowly stood up, ghostface doing the same. You both looked at his lifeless body.

“I don’t know whether I should say thank you, or start running.” You said, letting out a laugh. It hurt like hell to speak. Your eyes moved to the masked killer and once again, he was already looking at you.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t back up, and for some reason you didn’t feel afraid. Billy reached out his hand, lightly touching your throat.

You weirdly didn’t mind the feeling, you weren’t scared of his touch, in fact, it was very gentle.

His hand trailed up, cupping the cheek that had been slapped. His thumb lightly rubbed your cheek and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“Thank you.” You told him, but he didn’t say anything. You knew he couldn’t speak, he wasn’t gonna let you find out who he was. If you recognized the voice or didn’t there was still a chance.

A car pulling up into the driveway made you and Billy snap your attention to the front of the house. He looked at you once again, seeing the fear in your eyes. He had to help you out some more, and you couldn’t be awake for it to work.

“I’m sorry.” Billy lowly mumbled, before knocking you unconscious.

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Okay so I had to research for this one and I’m still not sure if I have the right answer, but according to google in Germany you guys have something similar to American prom called an Abiball. So with that in mind let’s take back to those high school days. Which AEW wrestler would you go to prom/Abiball, what dress would you pick out and what would your date where? How would you or they ask (maybe a prom proposal) and what would you do after prom?

The second part is 20 years later now you are married to your prom date and your son/daughter is going to prom. How would you two handle that? Would you be the parents buying the alcohol and renting the hotel room for them? Or be the weird parent chaperons dancing in the back, or maybe even having to stop your husband from making sure there is no losing your virginity at prom cliche happening.

Also if google lied to me and there is no prom or balls where you live here are some fun American movies to watch to be inspired by:

Cockblockers, Prom, Never Been Kissed, 10 Things I Hate About You, & She’s All That

Bonus Points: Any fun dance/prom memories you want to share

Sorry this is so long. Love ya 😻

First of all, you are right, there is something called an Abiball (or Abschlussball in general) here in Germany. So your research is very good. It is not as big as your prom though. Where I went to school, you had to do something called 'Tanzkurs' before, where you learned the standard dances like the waltz. But you couldn't even choose your 'date' for this as the school randomly matched people to do it together. I was on the losing side of it. (Ended up with a guy who was even clumsier than me and I couldn't stand him. He'd always crack stupid jokes about mathematics that I didn't understand because, well, I didn't get maths in general. And nothing is funny about that shit anyways.) Plus, when the Abiball came around, I couldn't go because I had broken my leg weirdly and wasn't allowed to leave bed. 🥲

So here goes my idea of what my ideal prom would have been like...with someone I miss dearly, Kenny Omega.

Kenny and I met in drama club. We were both nerdy theater kids, although I was known as nothing else when he was in fact also the cool kid playing hockey. At first, we didn't talk much in drama class, as we both are a bit shy and I honestly never thought he'd even have the slightest interest in getting to know me. That all changed one day when I was wearing my nWo shirt. He was eyeing me from across the room for a long time before he decided to approach me after our practice. "You're a wrestling fan?" I was startled, to say the least, but nodded my head as a reply. As soon as I did, his whole face lit up and he started to talk (read: ramble) about all of his favorite wrestlers and matches, and eventually asked me who I liked and what my opinion on certain matches and storylines were. From this moment on, he always waited for me before and after drama club to talk about what happened at that week's episode of RAW, Smackdown, and Nitro.

Throughout the whole school year, we grew closer and closer and at some point, he confessed to me that he wanted to become a professional wrestler himself. I laughed at it first, thinking he was kidding, but when I saw the hurt expression on his face, frantically apologized and asked if he had been training all along. He nodded and invited me to see one of his upcoming matches. Of course, I accepted and was excited to go to a live event.

His match was good, and when he came up to me afterwards, I told him he should definitely pursue his dream. He smiled at me before nervously rubbing his neck. "So...I was thinking, maybe, only if you want...we could go to the prom together?" I returned his smile, and hugged him tightly, not caring that he was still all sweaty from his match. "I'd love to, Kenny."

There was a moment when I thought he'd kiss me then, but he didn't make a move.

When prom came around, I was more nervous than I would have expected. I liked Kenny a lot, maybe I was even in love with him. And I knew if tonight nothing happened, it never would.

For some odd reason, we both forgot to tell each other what we'd be wearing, so it was a surprise that we didn't look like complete idiots together. When he picked me up, and my parents took some pictures of us, he softly whispered to me how beautiful I look. I was blushing like crazy as he had never commented - let alone complimented - on my looks before. He walked me outside and I audibly gasped: he got us a limo to take us to the prom! He smiled at my reaction and offered me his arm when we walked to the car, then held the door open for me, and was generally a true gentleman.

At the prom, he never left my side, got us some drinks so we eased up a bit. And after some time, he asked me to dance. Now I know for a fact that I am a bad dancer, but surprisingly, so is Kenny. But while I was awfully aware of my lack of coordination, he was not...or he simply didn't care. His excitement was contagious, and eventually, I didn't give a damn if I was making a fool out of myself, I just wanted to enjoy my time with Kenny.

When a slow song started, Kenny didn't hesitate to put his hands on my hip and gently swayed us to the beat. I rested my head on his shoulder and told him I didn't want this moment to end. He pulled away a little, looked me in the eyes and then gently kissed me. It felt like my brain turned to mush.

And for the rest of the night, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Several chaperons scolded us throughout the evening, so eventually, we got back in the limousine and started a wild make out session in the back of it.

We promised each other that night that we'd stay together no matter what; and we managed to keep that promise for 20 years now.

It has never been easy with Kenny's profession, but we made it work somehow. Even when a few years after our graduation, I told him I was pregnant with our daughter, we made it work. When he went to Japan to become the wrestling star he is today, we made it fucking work out for our family.

But right now, Kenny is on the brink of a meltdown. Luna, our daughter, has been sitting down with him to have 'the talk' for half an hour now. She is just rolling her eyes at this point, which makes Kenny angrier with each passing second.

"Honey, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask him while looking pitifully at our daughter. She has been with Dave, her boyfriend and prom date, for 3 months now. We have both met him, and we actually like him very much.

Kenny nods and reluctantly gets up from the sofa to meet me in the kitchen. I gently place my hands on his shoulders. "Honey, please, she has been listening to your rambling long enough. Don't you think?" He looks over to her, not answering my question.

"She is a smart girl. And Dave is a nice boy. She really likes him, you know that. And he likes her too." Kenny huffs and turns his focus back to me. "Yeah..."

"And they're both 16, Honey. They are old enough to make their own decisions. She's not a baby anymore."

"I know, just like she'll always be mine too. But we need to give her some space. To grow. To become the person she wants to be. Make her own experiences. And I'd prefer her to be with someone she trusts. Like Dave."

"But she'll always be my baby..."

He looks at me for a few moments before he sighs heavily but nods nonetheless.

We move back to our daughter who is now more than happy Kenny finally shut up. When Dave arrives, Kenny glares at him but doesn't say a word. Before the whole situation gets out of control, I hand our daughter her purse and hug her tightly, while whispering in her ear that I put some condoms in it as well as a small bottle of vodka, but also tell her to be a reasonable adult. She smiles at me, then hugs her dad and leaves with Dave to hopefully have a fun night.

Kenny stands there, worry on his face. I walk up to him and press my lips to his.

"I am not sure if you have realized, but we are alone right now, and have this whole house to ourselves tonight." I tell him while suggestively raising my eyebrows. This turns his frown upside down, and he picks me up to carry me to our bedroom.

[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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My devotion

Y/n: Uh...I don't think I can do this. You said, as you tried to skate on the ice.

Vincenzo: Come on, y/n. You can do it, just let go of the side.

Once you let go, you slipped and fell on your bum causing Vincenzo to smile.

Y/n: Ow. You groaned, as you closed your eyes due to the pain.

Vincenzo shook his head, as he made his way to you. After he played a bit of ice hockey, he invited you to come and skate with him since he didn't want to go home.

Vincenzo held out his hand to you. Taking his hand, Vincenzo pulled you up, as he held your hand firmly. Seeing as you barely weight anything it was easy for him to pull you up, but you slipped forward and bumped into his chest as he held your back firmly.

Y/n: S...sorry.

Vincenzo: Its okay. Here. Take my hand. He said as he took your small hand in his.

Vincenzo started to move, guiding you along with him as he moved smooth and slowly for you to keep up.

Seeing you wobble, he moved behind you placing his left hand on your left hip, as he took your right hand in his right hand. Slowly starting to move again, you felt Vincenzo's warm breath on your neck that sent shiffers down your spine.

Y/n: C...can we s...stop? You stuttered, which made Vincenzo to stop in his tracks.

Vincenzo: Are you okay? You never stutter.

Y/n: I...uh...I'm just a little cold.

Vincenzo: Let's get you home. He replied, as you both made your way out.

Time skip

Vincenzo took you home, and as the gentlemen he is opened the door for you and walked you to the door. It was quiet for a socond until you spoke.

Y/n: Cenzo...would you like to stay for dinner?

Vincenzo: I'd like that.

You both enjoyed the dinner you prepared, the conversation was stimulating and effectively calming. But one sound made all of that dissappear.

Next thing you knew you were on the floor, Vincenzo holding you close as the gun shots continued.

Gasping you looked up at Vincenzo, as he looked down at you.

Vincenzo: You okay?

Y/n: Yeah...you?

Vincenzo: Yes.

Growing angry, you slid from Vincenzo grip and crawled to the bookshelf. Pulling on a book, the shelf opened to reveal a secret door.

Y/n: You coming pretty boy? You asked, causing him to smirk.

Vincenzo crawled his way to safety after you. Once he made it, the shelf closed and you sighed in relief.

Vincenzo: A secret door? Really, y/n.

Y/n: Yes. My father made me get it, it leads to the basement which leads to my car. That can get us both out of here, also I have some weapons on the way.

Vincenzo: You thought about everything, haven't you?

Y/n: Maybe. I went a little overboard with some things. You said, as you got to the basement. Here...i do believe these are your favorite guns to use. You said, as you handed him two.

Vincenzo: You remembered?

Y/n: Of course. Once I saw them for the first time, I memorized them, and ordered some. Although I had them specially made it was worth it. I...i was going to wait to give them to you, on your birthday.

Vincenzo: You got them for my birthday?

Y/n: Yes. Your birthday, is next month isn't it?

Vincenzo: Yes. We should get out of here. He smiled, as he took a hold of the guns.

Y/n: I'll drive, you shoot. You smirked, as you got into the driver's seat.

Vincenzo: Sounds like a plan. He replied, as he got into the car.

Y/n: Ready, Vincenzo?

Vincenzo: Ready, princess. He said, as he took of the safeties.

You smirked, opening the garage door driving at a ridiculous speed. Vincenzo hung out of the window as he started shooting at the indruders. The car started flying in the air, as you jumped the bridge.

Grabbing onto Vincenzo's jacket, you pulled him inside with a fast speed.

Vincenzo: Thanks, princess.

Shaking your head, you pulled out your gun and shot pass Vincenzo's face. The bullet just missed his nose, as he the bullet passed.

Vincenzo's eyes widened, at the the bullet almost grazing his nose. But he knew you were a sharp shooter, one of the best. Your father trained you to be the best hit woman, Assassin, or what ever you'd like to call it.

Your specialty was being a sniper, going in and getting out without anyone knowing but that didn't stop you there. You were incredible at sneaking into places without anyone knowing, and getting out too that you could thank to your gymnastics training.

Y/n: You good Cenzo?

Vincenzo: I'm good princess. How about heading to my place? I have a loft we can go to, no one knows about it except you.

Nodding you drove to the address Vincenzo gave you. The car ride was silent, but that didn't stop you from enjoying the silence. Usually, you hated the silence. Luckily the silence was broken, when you arrived at his place. It was nice, most of the the furniture was white and it was very spacious.

Y/n: You have a beautiful 0lace Cenzo. I said, as I looked around.

Vincenzo: Thanks. I'll show you the guest bedroom, so you can get cleaned up. He said, as I followed him.

Once we got to the top, I took off my jacket as he brought some of his comfortable clothes. Some sweatpants, a long sleeved shirt, socks and a hoodie.

Vincenzo: Y/n? Vincenzo spoke, as he came closer.

Y/n: What?

Vincenzo: Your bleeding. He said, fast as he threw the clothes on the bed making his way to you.

Y/n. Oh...i didn't know. Huh...i never noticed.

Vincenzo: Its the adrenaline, coursing through you. Take it off.

Y/n: Excuse me?

Vincenzo: Your shirt. Take it off, so I can see the extend of the wound.

Y/n: Vincenzo-

Vincenzo: Now. He said, as he unbuttoned his bottons on his sleeves to pull them up to his elbows.

Swallowing you took off your shirt, covering your chest as he walked over. Taking one of your wrists in his hand, he led you to the bathroom where he picked you up and set you on the basin table.

You covered your chest again, not making eye contact with Vincenzo at all. Trying to avoid his gaze was your main focus.

Vincenzo: I can't see anything if you do that. Please, I want to help,you can trust me.

Nodding you unwrapped your arms from your chest, as Vincenzo placed his hand on your exposed torso giving toy goosebumps. He looked over at the wound, starting to clean it and stitching it up.

Once he was done, he closed the wound with a patch and washed his hands, while cleaning off your body from the essess blood.

As soon as he was done, he locked eyes with you coming closer but not breaking contact at all.

Placing his hands on either side of your cheeks, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Vincenzo: Get yourself cleaned up. I'll wait in the room for you, just incase you need me.

I didn't say anything as he left the bathroom, slowly I got off the basin when Vincenzo entered placing the clothes on in my hands. Smiling I took it as he left yet again, closing the door behind him.

Sighing, I took off all my clothes as I took a warm shower. After I got dressed in Vincenzo's comfortable clothes, I walked into the bedroom to see Vincenzo still waiting.

Y/n: All done. I said, causing Vincenzo to smirk.

Vincenzo: I'm glad your okay. Spoke, as he got up and walked over toward me.

Coming closer, Vincenzo captured me in a hug. The hug was soft, and sweet.

Y/n: Vincenzo?

Vincenzo: It could've been much worse, y/n. Your glad the bullet only grazed you, otherwise...it would have pierced your lung. He said, as his hands moved to my shoulders.

Y/n: Vincenzo? Vincenzo? You asked again, as you brought his face to meet yours. I'm okay, honestly. It doesn't hurt that much, it feels like a cut that's all.

Vincenzo: Y/n, it could've been much worse-

Y/n: Could've been,but wasn't. This wasn't your fault Cenzo, trust me.

Vincenzo nodded his head, as he pulled you closer to his chest where he hugged you yet again.

Smiling in his warm embrace, you lifted your head as you got on your tip toes and kissed him.

Vincenzo didn't hesitate as he kissed you instantly, picking you up and placing you on his cabit draw. The kiss got heated quickly, as he kissed you jaw to your neck. He broke he kiss, as he gave you feather light kisses to your lips. His lips ghosted on yours, as he kissed your nose, your eyes, your cheeks and your forehead before kissing your lips yet again.

Stopping the kiss there, he moved away from you and placed his hands on your waist.

Vincenzo: We should get some rest, tomorrow we have someone to deal with. He spoke, moving away as you grabbed his hand.

Y/n: Why don't you stay? I mean...we could just lay next to one another, can't we?

Vincenzo: Your hurt y/n, and you need all the space you can get without anyone hurting you. I'll be across the hall if you need anything. He replied, pecking your lips yet again before exiting the room.

The click of the door indicated that it was shut, and you smiled brightly at how much of a gentleman Vincenzo was. He didn't want to rush into anything with you, seeing as you both just kiss for the first time. You being shot and all other things he still remained calm.

You hopped off the draw, whispered to yourself.

Y/n: Goodnight Vincenzo Cassano.