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TIME: A CLOWN WITH GLAMOUR

May 26, 1952

TIME: The Weekly News Magazine ~ Lucille Ball: Prescription for TV; a clown with glamour.  May 26, 1952.  

On Monday evenings, more than 30 million Americans do the same thing at the same time: they tune in ‘I Love Lucy’ (9 p.m. E.D.T., CBS-TV), to get a look at a round-eyed, pink-haired comedienne named Lucille Ball.

An ex-model and longtime movie star (54 films in the past 20 years), Lucille Ball is currently the biggest success in television. In six months her low-comedy antics, ranging from mild mugging to baggy-pants clowning, have dethroned such veteran TV headliners as Milton Berle and Arthur Godfrey. One of the first to see the handwriting on the TV screen was funnyman Red Skelton, himself risen to TV's top ten. Last February, when he got the award from the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences as the top comic of the year, Skelton walked to the microphone and said flatly: "I don't deserve this. It should go to Lucille Ball."

By this week, the four national TV rating services (Nielsen, Trendex, American Research Bureau and Videodex) were in unaccustomed agreement: each of them rated ‘I Love Lucy’ as the nation's No. 1 TV show.

Lumps & Pratfalls. The television industry is not quite sure how it happened. When Lucy went on the air last October, it seemed to be just another series devoted to family comedy, not much better or much worse than ‘Burns and Allen’, ‘The Goldbergs’, ‘The Aldrich Family’ or ‘Mama’. Like its competitors, Lucy holds a somewhat grotesque mirror up to middle-class life, and finds its humor in exaggerating the commonplace incidents of marriage, business and the home. Lucille's Cuba-born husband, Desi Arnaz, is cast as the vain, easily flattered leader of an obscure rumba band. Lucille plays his ambitious wife, bubbling with elaborate and mostly ineffectual schemes to advance his career.

But what televiewers see on their screens is the sort of cheerful rowdiness that has been rare in the U.S. since the days of the silent movies' Keystone Comedies. Lucille submits enthusiastically to being hit with pies; she falls over furniture, gets locked in home freezers, is chased by knife-wielding fanatics. Tricked out as a ballerina or a Hindu maharanee or a toothless hillbilly, she takes her assorted lumps and pratfalls with unflagging zest and good humor. Her mobile, rubbery face reflects a limitless variety of emotions, from maniacal pleasure to sepulchral gloom. Even on a flickering, pallid TV screen, her wide-set saucer eyes beam with the massed candlepower of a lighthouse on a dark night.

What is her special talent? TV men credit Lucille with an unfailing instinct for timing. Producer-Writer Jess Oppenheimer says: "For every word you write in this business, you figure you're lucky to get back 70-80% from a performer. With Lucille, you get back 140%." Broadway's Oscar (’South Pacific’) Hammerstein II, hailing Lucille's control, calls her a "broad comedienne, but one who never goes over the line." To her manager, Don Sharpe, Lucille is "close to the Chaplin school of comedy—she's got warmth and sympathy, and people believe in her, even while they're laughing at her."

Western Mirage. Lucille explains that the TV show is important because "I'm a real ham and so is Desi. We like to have an audience. We like being up on our toes." But the show also allows her some time with her ten-month-old daughter, Lucie Desirée, and for the first time in eleven years of trouping, gives her a home life with husband Desi. Says she: "I look like everybody's idea of an actress, but I feel like a housewife. I think that's what my trouble was in movies."

Actress Ball was a long time arriving at the calm waters of motherhood and housewifery. The daughter of Henry and Desirée Hunt Ball, she was born in Jamestown, N.Y. (near Buffalo) at what she calls "an early age." Pressed, she will concede that it was quite a while ago: she admits to being 40. Her father was an electrician whose job of stringing telephone wires carried him around the country. When Lucille was four, he died of typhoid in Wyandotte, Mich.

Lucille spent her childhood in Jamestown (1920 pop. 38,917), but managed to see very little of it. Mostly, she inhabited a dream world peopled by glamorous alter egos. Sometimes she imagined herself to be a young lady of great poise named Sassafrassa, who combined the best features of Pearl White, Mabel Normand and Pola Negri. Another make-believe identity was Madeline, a beauteous cowgirl who emerged from the pages of Zane Grey's melodramatic novel, ‘The Light of Western Stars’. To get authentic background for Madeline, young Lucille corresponded with the chambers of commerce of Butte and Anaconda, Mont. She read and reread their publicity handouts until she felt she knew more about Montana than the people who lived there. It was the powerful spirit of Madeline that caused her for many years to claim Butte, Mont., as her birthplace. Only in the most recent edition of Who's Who did she finally, grudgingly admit to being born in Jamestown, N.Y.

Horrses to Warter. While she lived there, Lucille did her best to rid Jamestown of dullness. Sometimes she gilded reality by imagining that the family chicken coop was her palace ("The chickens would become my armies"). She remembers that she was always unmanageable in the spring. "I'd leave the classroom for a drink of water and never come back. I'd start walking toward what I thought was New York City and keep going until someone brought me home."

By the time she left high school at 14, she had staged virtually a one-man performance of ‘Charley's Aunt’ ("I played the lead, directed it, cast it, sold the tickets, printed the posters, and hauled furniture to the school for scenery and props"). In a Masonic musical revue, she put so much passion into an Apache dance that she threw one arm out of its socket. Jamestown citizens still remember her explosive personality with wonder: it took quite a while for the dust to settle in Jamestown when Lucille finally left for Manhattan at the age of 15.

Probably because of the dreamy mental state induced by Sassafrassa and Madeline, Lucille is not too clear about dates, events and people. In New York,

she headed straight for John Murray Anderson's dramatic school. At the sound of her voice ("I used to say 'horrses' and 'warter' "), her teacher clapped hands to his forehead. Anderson tactfully told Lucille's mother that her daughter should try another line of work. Lucille made a stab at being a secretary and a drugstore soda jerk, but found both occupations dull. She answered chorus calls for Broadway musicals with a marked lack of success. When she even lost a job in the chorus of the third road company of ‘Rio Rita’, a Ziegfeld aide told her: "It's no use, Montana. You're not meant for show business. Go home."

Periodically, Lucille did go home to Jamestown. But she returned again and again to the assault on New York. She managed to get into the chorus of ‘Stepping Stones’, and held on until the choreographer announced that she wanted only girls who could do toe work ("I couldn't even do heel work"). Lucille turned to modeling, progressed from the wholesale garment houses through department stores to the comparative eminence of Hattie Carnegie. She still has a warm feeling for people in the garment trade, because "they're the nearest thing to show business in the outside world. They're temperamental and jealous. I like them." She had a great many admirers. One of them, Britain's actor Hugh Sinclair, says: "She disarmed you. You saw this wonderful, glamorous creature, and in five minutes she had you roaring with laughter. She was gay, warmhearted and absolutely genuine."

As a model, Lucille called herself Diane Belmont, choosing her name in honor of Belmont Park Race Track, where fashion shows are sometimes staged. But it was another few years before Lucille finally got her break. She was walking up Broadway past the Palace Theater when she met agent Sylvia Hahlo coming down from the Goldwyn office. Sylvia grabbed her and cried breathlessly: "How would you like to go to California? They're sending a bunch of poster girls there for six weeks for a picture. One of the girls' mothers has refused to let her go."

$50 to $ 1,500. The movie was ‘Roman Scandals’, starring Eddie Cantor, and it was six months instead of six weeks in the making. Lucille was grimly determined to keep her foot in the Hollywood door. She got a succession of bit parts in such movies as ‘Moulin Rouge’ and ‘The Affairs of Cellini’, worked for three months with the roughhouse comics known as The Three Stooges ("It was one continuous bath of Vichy water and lemon meringue pie").

When RKO picked up her contract, she gradually emerged as a queen of B pictures, then began making program movies with comics Jack Oakie, Joe Penner and the Marx Brothers (’Room Service’). Her salary rose from $50 a week to $1,500 and her hair, already turned blonde from its original brown, now became a brilliant but indescribable shade that has been variously called ‘shocking pink' and 'strawberry orange.' While she was in ‘Dance, Girl, Dance’, and being hailed by Director Erich Pommer as a new 'find' (by then,

she had been playing in movies for six years), she met a brash, boyish young Cuban named Desi Arnaz.

Gold Initials. Desi had come to Hollywood to make the movie version of the Broadway hit, Too Many Girls. Taking one look at luscious (5 ft. 7 in., 130 Ibs.) Lucille, who was wearing a sweater and skirt, he cried: "Thass a honk o' woman!" and asked: "How would you like to learn the rumba, baby?" He took her for a ride in his blue convertible, with the gold initials on the door, and she shudderingly recalls that the only time the speedometer dipped below 100 m.p.h. was when he rounded a curve. On the way home, Desi hit a bump and, as Lucille tells it, a fender flew off. He simply flicked the ash from his Cuban cigarillo and sped on.

Lucille was as dazzled by his full name (Desiderio Alberto Arnaz y De Acha III) as by his history. The only child of a prosperous Cuban politician who had been mayor of Santiago and a member of the Cuban Senate, Desi had fled to Miami with his mother during the revolution of 1933. His father, a supporter of President Machado, was put in jail, and the Arnaz possessions disappeared in the revolution.

After six months, Desi's father was released from jail and rejoined his family in Miami, where he went into the export-import business. Desi, who was 16, enrolled in St. Patrick's High School (his closest friend was Al Capone's son Albert), and got a part-time job cleaning canary cages for a firm which sold birds to local drugstores. He soon found steadier work as a guitarist in a four-piece band incongruously called the Siboney Sextette. The critics agreed on Desi's meager musical gifts. "He was always off-beat," says theater owner Carlos Montalban. "But he's an awfully nice guy—a clean-cut Latin."

Conga Line. Whatever Desi had, it was something the public liked. He began beating a conga drum in Miami and soon nightclub audiences, from Florida to New York, were forming conga lines behind him. His good looks and unquenchable good humor interested producer George Abbott, who was searching for a Latin type to play a leading role in ‘Too Many Girls’. "Can you act?" asked Abbott. "Act?" answered Desi, expansively. "All my life, I act."

The courtship of Desi and Lucille was predictably stormy. Says a friend: "He's very jealous. She's very jealous—they're both very jealous." They were married in 1940, while Desi was leading his orchestra at the Roxy in New York and Lucille was between pictures in Hollywood. She flew in from the coast; they got up at 5 a.m. and drove to Connecticut, where they were married by a justice of the peace. Since they had no apartment, Desi compromised by carrying his bride across the threshold of his dressing room at the Roxy. Hollywood offered odds that the marriage would not last six weeks.

The marriage lasted better than six weeks, but after four years trouble blew. Desi kept moving about the country with his band, and Lucille, when not making pictures, mostly sat home alone. Their marriage was drifting on the rocks, and only World War II averted immediate shipwreck. Desi refused a commission in the Cuban army and was drafted into the U.S. infantry. He was moved on to Special Services, and spent much of the war shepherding USO troupes from one base to another.

In 1944, Lucille filed suit for divorce. She won an interlocutory decree but never got around to filing for her final papers. The reason: she and Desi were in the midst of a new reconciliation. But all the old difficulties remained. Lucille would sit night after night at the clubs where Desi's band was playing, but that resulted in rings under her eyes rather than a new intimacy. She tried cutting down on her movie work by starring in a CBS radio show called ‘My Favorite Husband’, and Desi also took a flyer at radio. They worked out a vaudeville act and toured U.S. theaters with their new routines.

Lucille credits Desi with being the one who was willing to take a chance on TV. "He's a Cuban," she says, "and all Cubans gamble. They'll bet you which way the tide is going and give you first pick." But it was a real gamble. Movie exhibitors do not look kindly upon movie stars who desert to the enemy. If the show flopped, Lucille would have no place to crawl back to. They told CBS that they would give television a try only if both of them could be on the same show. At first, they wanted to play themselves. They compromised by turning Desi into Ricky Ricardo, a struggling young bandleader, and letting Lucille fulfill her lifelong ambition of playing a housewife.

The decision to film the show also made CBS bigwigs uneasy. It would cost four times as much as a live show, and the only interested sponsor, Philip Morris, wasn't prepared to go that high. Again there was a compromise. Desi and Lucille agreed to take a smaller salary in return for producing the show and keeping title to the films.

Real Plumbing. Long years in the practical business of orchestra leading had given Desi considerable organizing ability and business sense. He set up Desilu Productions (Desi president, Lucille vice president), and leased a sound stage from an independent Los Angeles studio. Because Lucille was ‘dead' without an audience, a side wall of the studio was knocked out to make a street entrance, and seats installed for an audience of 300. When a show is ready for the cameras, the audience laughter is picked up on overhead microphones and used in the final print.

Though ‘I Love Lucy’ is filmed, it is more like a play than a movie. All of the lines and action are memorized and, whenever possible, the show is played straight through from beginning to end, and not shot in a number of unrelated scenes. The action takes place on four sets; two of them represent the Ricardos' Manhattan apartment, a third shows the nightclub where Ricky's band plays and the fourth is used for any other scenes called for by the script. Says Desi proudly: "We have real furniture, real plumbing, and a real kitchen where we serve real food. Even the plants are really growing; they're not phony."

Desilu Productions hired a pair of veteran troupers, William Frawley and Vivian Vance, to play the family next door and serve as foils and friends for Desi and Lucille. Academy Award-winning Karl (’The Good Earth’) Freund supervises the three cameras, and Director Marc Daniels (soon to be replaced by Bill Asher) gives Lucy its rattling pace. The writers—Jess Oppenheimer, Bill Carroll and Madalyn Pugh—turn out scripts that do not impose too much on the audience's credulity and are reasonably free of clichés. The writers are held in an esteem not common in TV. Lucille bombards Jess Oppenheimer with photographs flatteringly inscribed to "the Boss Man," and Desi has presented him with a statuette of a baseball player and a punning tribute, "To the man behind the ball."

"Wanta Play Cards?" Desi and Lucille live an unpretentious life on a five-acre ranch in the San Fernando Valley. The only Hollywood note is a kidney-shaped swimming pool, and the most recent addition to the house (a wing devoted to daughter Lucie and her nurse) cost $22,000—more than the house and land cost originally. Neither Desi nor Lucille has ever been socially ambitious, and their friends are the same ones they have known for years. Both Desi's mother (now divorced from Arnaz Sr., who still lives in Miami) and Lucille's Mom live nearby.

At home, Lucille, who collects stray cats and dogs, is an amateur painter ("I use oils because it's easier to correct mistakes than with water colors"), and generally considers herself a lazy, lounging homebody. She is fascinated by Desi's boundless energy.' He spends weekends fishing on his 34-foot cabin cruiser, Desilu; plays violent tennis; likes to cook elaborate dishes. Says Lucille: "Everything is fine with him all the time. Wanta play cards? Fine. Play games? Fine. go for a swim? Great." There's only one problem: "Desi is a great thermostat sneaker-upper and I'm a thermostat sneaker-downer. Cold is the one thing that isn't great with him."

Sex & Chic. Though life has grown noticeably more placid for Desi and Lucille, it promises more money than they ever made before. Desilu Productions has already branched out beyond ‘I Love Lucy’. It is filming TV commercials for Red Skelton, and is at work on a new TV series, ‘Our Miss Brooks’, starring Eve Arden. Three of the best 30-minute Lucy shows are being put together in a package and will be experimentally released to movie theaters in the U.S. and Latin America. This year, ‘I Love Lucy’ has grossed about $1,000,000, and sponsor Philip Morris has signed a contract for 39 more shows beginning this fall. All of the old Lucy films can be sold again as new TV stations go on the air (eventually there will be 2,053 TV transmitters in the U.S., compared to today's 108).

In reaching the TV top, Lucille's telegenic good looks may be almost as important as her talent for comedy. She is sultry-voiced, sexy, and wears chic clothes with all the aplomb of a trained model and showgirl. Letters from her feminine fans show as much interest in Lucille's fashions as in her slapstick. Most successful comediennes (e.g., Imogene Coca, Fanny Brice, Beatrice Lillie) have made comic capital out of their physical appearance. Lucille belongs to a rare comic aristocracy: the clown with glamour.

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Tattoos Together

❈ main concept: childhood best friends to lovers!

❈ pairing: mark lee x reader

❈ alerts: fluff, angsty angst, language, parties, mentions of drinking/smoking, mentions of the dreamies/other idols

❈ song reference: “tattoos together” by lauv

Vancouver has always been home. Since you were a child, Vancouver has been the place to be. Years of dinners in the city, biking around Granville island, and field trips to the Victoria gardens were the norm, just little secret spots you go to when you want a getaway- an escape from school, work, whatever it is you’re doing. At age 15, the Lees moved into the light blue house next to yours, the one with overgrown weeds in the yard. The one with the crooked, leaning mailbox in front of it- daisies painted on the rusty metal. A young girl, an artist, used to live there until she moved to Paris for her next exhibit- leaving the lonely, periwinkle house behind. That day the Lees moved in, your parents baked more muffins than usual (on purpose) so they could welcome our new neighbors by enticing them with food. The saying goes that a way to a person’s heart is through their stomach right? When dad is done packaging them up into a neat little box, he shoves it into your hands, “Y/N. I hear the Lees have a son about your age, go introduce yourself.”

Glaring at your father, you set the box that was tied with a small yellow ribbon on the table before saying, “I’m sure they can manage just fine without the muffins. Why do we have to go greet them now? they’re probably tired from moving.”

Mom gives you a stern look, her jaw tightening, “Don’t be silly, it’s a nice gesture. Come back before dinner is ready.”

Before you can even protest, your parents are shoving you out the door, still careful not to crush the perfectly wrapped box. Stepping over the stairs, you finally manage to make it to the door. Here goes nothing? The cherry red door swings open lightly after you linger my finger-tip on their doorbell, opening up to a pretty woman- her facial features defined of asian descent. Her dark hair is tied into a loose braid, her pink sweater tucked into the waistband of her culotte pants. The woman smiles at you, the corner of her lips upturned, “Ah- you must be Y/N. I just got a call from your mother.”

You try to hide the shaking of my hands, handing her the box of warmed muffins, “Uh-hi Mrs. Lee. My parents made some muffins to welcome you to the uh- neighborhood.”

The woman’s eyes crinkle until her eyes stretch thinly, “That’s so nice of you! Thank you, I’m sure Mark will enjoy these!”

You question,“Um- Mark?”

Her laugh is light and airy, “My son-Mark! Wait here, I’ll get him.”

You wave my hands at her, motioning my refusal, “No worries, I-I have to get going for dinner..”

She doesn’t wait to listen to my words before turning away from the door to scream Mark’s name. A few minutes later, a boy wearing a dress shirt over his black t-shirt comes stumbling down the stairs, a pair of black headphones hanging off his neck. His glasses rest on the bridge of his nose as his jet-black hair sits as a messy pile on his head. It looks like he hasn’t combed it in days. Mark shouts, “What? What did you need mom?”

Mark’s mother clutches him by the arm, shoving him into my view, “Meet y/n. She’s the daughter of the family next door.”

At first, no words come out of Mark’s mouth, his doe, boyish eyes as wide as saucers. Mark’s mother hits him in the back, causing him to cough abruptly, “Uh-yeah-my name’s Mark. W-what’s your name?”

Mark’s mother laughs again, leaning down to whisper into his ear, “I already said her name is y/n!”

Redness creeps up to Mark’s cheeks, his nose tinted a slight shade of rose as his dark irises bounce everywhere but at me.

You smile anyway, “It’s y/n.”

He gives me a small smile and a nod, eyes set on the ground. His mother speaks up again, “I’m really sorry y/n, my boy’s really shy around pretty girls…”

Mark lightly hits his mom in the shoulder, “Mom! Don’t say that! You’re embarrassing me!”

His face is as red as a tomato, glasses sliding farther down his nose only for him to push them up with the tip of his index finger. I laugh at their cute relationship, holding out a hand to Mark, “It’s nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends?”

Mark stutters once more, his eyes wild with energy, “I-i’d like that very much-h, yeah.”

After you tell Mrs. Lee goodbye, you give Mark a nod before turning back on to their driveway. The both of them stand in the doorway, Mark’s voice reprimanding his mom in the house behind me. Maybe it wasn’t so bad meeting the Lees after all. That night, you go to bed, replaying the vision of Mark’s embarrassed smile in your mind.

Age 18  (senior year)

The next several years breeze by. Ever since Mark Lee enrolled into Everlane high, he wasn’t as shy of a freshman compared to the day you met him all those summers ago. Over the years, he grew a lot taller, his face a lot mature, yet still adorably awkward at the same time. He became a smart student, one favored by many of the science teachers- causing his friends (Jeno and Jaemin) to roll their eyes playfully whenever Mrs. Scofski would praise Mark for solving a chemical equation on the white-board. Mark was a basketball captain along with his best friend Hyuck, the two always tag-teaming during the school’s games. Due to Renjun’s forcing, Mark joined the student body as a reputable member. He became a biology tutor for kids who had found science class difficult or just fooled around without paying attention (Jisung and Chenle being two of those kids). Quickly, Mark was showered as Everlane’s golden boy, your neighborhood’s ideal son. He was doted as smart, popular, and mr. perfect to all the girls in the area- no matter how much he always denied it when you told him so. After your first meeting, your parents would frequently eat together, alternating households. The Lees also force Mark to walk you home from school, in fears that you would be kidnapped by a random stranger. At least he was good for one of many things- telling you that he’d swing his basketball at any person who would come even close to you.

Most days after your homework sessions, you’d plan new adventures with each other. your week went like this: on Mondays, you went walking along the water, skipping rocks on the bay until the sun went down and could see the glitters of the city sky-line. In the spring, the sky would melt from a tangerine orange color into a musty silver. On Tuesdays, you’d get clam chowder at Phil’s on 2nd avenue, Mark always ruined his shirt ( you would forbid him to wear white on Tuesdays) and then you’d sit on this abandoned rooftop above an old department store. Up there, the air always felt cold so that you would have to blow your warm breaths into your hands, lean your heads on each other’s shoulders as Mark let out his high-pitched laughs. On Wednesdays, it was maple waffles before school in Gas town, the steaming clock chiming delicate music by the hour. Thursdays were meant for taking stupid photos, listening to dusty mixtapes, and hanging out with the rest of your friends. Last Thursday, you would all go to the Capilano suspension bridge and sit on a treehouse’s edge- causing Hyuck to scream from the heights. Jaemin always quieted him down with a bone-crushing hug or a playful kiss, earning a look of disgust from Renjun. You always wanted gelato after that. On Fridays, all of you would stay in for a movie night at either Mark’s house or yours- Jeno punching Chenle to stop him from making fun of the ghosts in the horror movies you’ve been watching. It never works. Saturdays were like Mark’s public appearances at Everlane high’s party scene, one call and you all would be at someone’s house party. You’d never really enjoyed them though: too many people, too much dirty dancing, and the burning stench of vodka stung your nose. The only reason  you would stay is for Mark and the boys. Sundays, your family and Mark’s get together for either dinner or lunch- switching off every week. Your parents would even play a betting game to choose who gets to wash dishes, Mark groaning every time his family loses rock-paper-scissors. Spending time with the people you loved made the days go by faster as you never particularly had bad days in the extreme. Piles of homework and grumpy teachers didn’t hold a candle to what you’d get to do every day- if it meant spending time with Mark. When you go to bed each night, you would feel content- happy, even.

Monday

You still think back to the moment when the boys were eating lunch in the cafeteria, like you did everyday. Chenle was talking about how he’d earn himself detention because he was messing around with chlorine in chemistry in order to make Jisung laugh.

“You’re such an idiot, Chenle. That’s going on your record, you know?” Jaemin scoffs.

Holding his sandwich in one hand, Jeno sweeps his coffee-colored bangs out of his eyes, “What do you expect? it’s Chenle- it’s like he’s powered on candy all the time.”

Chenle slurps up his gummy worms in an exaggerated motion, “I’ve already been through 6 packs of these since this morning. I feel so sick.”

Narrowing his eyes, Hyuck rests his chin on the palm of his hand as he pouts his lips, “Poor baby, eat more and you’ll be blowing up the toilet in no time!”

Chenle squints his eyes at the blond-haired boy, tossing a gummy worm at him, “Hyuck! Stop it!”

Hyuck continues to laugh as he clutches his stomach, Jisung stealing the candy from Chenle’s fingers before stuffing it into his mouth. I pull Hyuck up from his side, “Hyuck, you’re going to fall, sit up!”

Due to his lack of breath, Hyuck stares into my eyes, his golden irises gleaming, “You’re here to catch me though.”

You push him back down, palming my hand onto his face, “Stop reading cheesy rom-com lines. It’s so not cute, cringey at that.” Before Hyuck can finish whining, we’re interrupted by Mark plopping his food tray on the table. Jaemin says, “Someone’s late. Where were you?”

Mark looks like he’s out of breath, heaving and panting as he cards his fingers through the crest of his raven hair. “You guys aren’t going to believe this but, I think Cassandra likes me.”

Jaemin raises a skeptical eyebrow, “You mean Cassandra as the cheerleader who got kicked off the team for drinking last year?”

Suddenly, you stop paying attention to the conversation anymore. All you feel is the weight of your heart sink, my limbs feeling heavier at your side. Hyuck looks at you, noticing your fallen expression before clutching your hand under the table, giving it a comforting squeeze. It seems like Jeno sees it too because he glances from you to Mark as Mark excitedly explains his story. “Yeah, I was just finishing up some tutoring with Roberto from last period and Cassandra gave me her number after that! Isn’t that sweet?”

Jaemin nods disinterestedly, “Yeah, sweet I guess.”

Among the group, you have only ever admitted your feelings for Mark to Hyuck because he cornered you about it one day. Yet, it seems like Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun have caught on from their pitied faces. Mark drones on about how “totally cool” and how athletic he thinks Cassandra is. The difference is you don’t play any sports and you don’t slap coats of makeup on your face every-day before school,  nothing like Cassandra. You shake your head at the ping in your heart- a small glimmer of hope that Mark would ever feel the same about you. By the time lunch is over, classes feel longer than usual. They drag on, your teachers’ words in one ear and out the other. You text Mark that you have to stay over for school so he can walk home without you- a blatant, utter lie. Instead, you opt to put my headphones in and take the long route home. Plopping on to the surface of my comforter, you hear the familiar ring of Mark’s text tone.

[2:55 P.M.] (Marcus Lee <3) Y/n? Did you get home okay?

[2:55] Yeah, I did. Thanks Mark.

[2:56] (Marcus Lee <3) Hey, are you okay? You seemed a bit down today? Like you know you can tell me anything right?

[2:56] Yeah. I know. I’m just a bit more tired than usual. Stayed up last night writing Mr. Gillion’s paper..

[2:57] (Marcus Lee <3) hahahah ewww. That doesn’t sound fun… Do you want to go into town and get churros later?

[2:58] I think I’ll pass today, I got some homework to finish. I hope you have a good day though :)

[3:00] (Marcus Lee <3] hahaha okay. I guess I’ll have to take my mom on a churro date then hahah. See you tomorrow! ;)

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hang out with Mark. Still, you couldn’t forget about the way Mark’s eyes sparkled when he talked about Cassandra, the way his voice cracked from the excitement of talking about it. How can you expect him to know? To reciprocate? It’s not like you were dating, you have no right to be jealous of Cassandra- a pretty girl, someone who had football players falling at her feet. Even if you had told Mark the truth, what if he didn’t feel the same? It would make these awkward, not to mention with your friend group. You shouldn't.

Tuesday

In all honesty, you had forgotten about yesterday’s lunch conversation. That was until the reminder hits you like a slap to the face when you see Cassandra’s arms wrapped around Mark’s neck as he laughs into her shoulder. Renjun and you had been walking to art class, the crack in your heart widening by the second. They fit so well, the way Mark’s basketball jacket matches Cassandra’s cheerleading uniform, the way his teammates and her friends hang out together in a pack. Renjun whispers to you, “Are you okay?”

You nod at him, trying to conceal your emotions, “Just fine, let’s head to class.”

When you pass Cassandra and Mark along with their cluster of friends, Cassandra’s voice comes out in a squeaky tone, “Hey, y/n.” When you turn to look at the pair, you see Cassandra’s hand daintily resting on Mark’s stomach, his eyes wide as saucers when he realizes you and Renjun are in front of him. You hear Renjun mutter an ‘ugh’ after curtly waving to them. Mark leaves Cassandra’s grasp, motioning towards you both, “You guys going to art? I’ll walk with you-”

Before you can answer, Cassandra wraps her thin arms around Mark’s waist, “We have to go help Felix with the party stuff remember?”

Mark scratches the back of his neck before glancing back at her and you with Renjun, his mind in a state of conflict. To make it easier for him, you smile at him, “You go, looks like you’re busy.”

Walking faster, Renjun drags you by the arm as we breeze past the crowd of athletes and cheerleaders. Renjun rolls his eyes again, “I don’t get why he likes her so much, they haven’t even been friends for that long and you’re right-”

You cover a hand to his mouth, “Renjun, it’s okay. I’ve accepted it by now.” You try to convince yourself at the very least.

After art class is done, lunch time seems to come in a hurry. Everyone takes their usual seats, Hyuck on your right with Renjun on your left. Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung sit around you three in a circular formation. Jaemin speaks first, “So, what, are Mark and Cassandra dating now?”

Jeno shrugs his shoulders before stuffing a quarter of a cookie into his mouth, “Don’t know and don’t care.”

You say, “Looks like it, they were pretty intimate in the hallway this morning.”

Renjun and Hyuck make disapproving faces, Renjun quips, “I don’t know. I feel like this is happening so fast and he told me that he really-”

“Shut up!” Hyuck screams at Renjun, throwing a limp french fry at him.

“Ew, what the hell was that for?” Renjun’s eyebrows are furrowed with disgust, patting the fabric of his white denim jacket from any salt crumbs.

Hyuck’s eyes go wide  as he makes a zipping motion on his lips, his blond hair gleaming under the dim lights, “Don’t say it- she needs to hear it from him!”

Renjun shoots back, “But it’s so obvious, what difference does it make?”

“What are we talking about?” Chenle’s face contorts with confusion, Jisung looking at him for any hints.

Jaemin glares at the pair, “Shh, let’s just all move on.”

You say, “I’m with Chenle, what are we talking about?”

Hyuck places a firm hand on my shoulder, his honey blond hair casting shadows on his forehead, “Nothing, it’s not important.”

As you eat, you spot Mark walking over to all of you, his black backpack slinged over one shoulder before setting his food down. “Hey, guys. We can squeeze in two right?”

Hyuck looks at Mark, his eyes furrowing with bewilderment, “Two?”

“Hey guys!” Cassandra’s preppy figure pops out from behind Mark. She looks more done up than before: red lipstick, long platinum-streaked hair in a slicked pony-tail, and the tightest cheer-leading uniform she could fit herself into. She plops herself down in between Mark and Hyuck, taking off the container of her salad before looking around our table. I sense Renjun and Hyuck give me a look while the other boys continue to eat in silence.

“So what did you guys do today?” Mark asks. Jaemin gives him a short response while Jisung explains how the class pet mouse made it’s escape during second hour, earning a chuckle from Mark. You get an odd feeling in your stomach when Cassandra looks at Mark so lovingly at your lunch table. The boys’ dynamic seems almost disrupted every time Cassandra butts in to say that she doesn’t think Jeno’s jokes are funny. As lunch finishes up, the school bell reverberates through the cafeteria walls- a signal for the next class period.

The next class is statistics with Mr. Midas. Out of the group, Mark and Jaemin are the only ones in the same class as you  but it doesn’t help that they’re seated as farway as possible. On the bright side, you’re seated next to Chan, one of Mark’s basketball teammates. Over the course of the year, Chan has always been a kind deskmate by helping you when you’re confused with a problem or sharing his study guide with you. Sometimes you notice he scoots closer to explain a formula and asks you if you’re uncomfortable with his sudden closeness, to which to his relief, you always reply no. Chan is just as handsome as Mark, someone well regarded in the school. No one could resist his flirty charm, the way his chestnut hair curls to one side of his forehead and the way his hoodie falls past his waist a bit. You discover how Chan is really passionate about producing music and running your high school’s channel as a radio dj. When Chan smiles, it makes you happy to see how his eyes crinkle into crescent moons, and how his teeth gleam white when he smiles about the flower you drew him at the corner of his notes.

“Are you doing okay, y/n?”

You give a reassuring nod, “I’m doing okay Chan. Thanks for asking.”

He quirks up his brow, a scar slashing it at the end, “You don’t look okay though. Listen, if you don’t want talk about it, you’re all good, I just-”

Pausing him with the hold of your hand,  you continue, “if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk about it.”

He gives you affirmation, you say, “Have you ever felt unrequited love?”

Chan shakes his head no, leaning back in his chair, “Maybe when I was younger but not now? I’m truly sorry y/n. Whoever it is, anyone who doesn’t see how funny and beautiful you are doesn’t deserve you period.”

You hold your tongue for a bit due to the fact of Chan’s comment catching you off guard. Freezing, he realizes the bluntness of his words, “Oh man, you just said unrequited love and I biffed it right? I didn’t mean it that way-no, wait. You are funny and very pretty so, uh-yeah.”

Bursting into laughter, you put a hand to your mouth causing Cassandra and Mark to look at you from across the room. Soon enough, you tear your eyes away from the students staring at you to focus your attention on Chan. He’s laughing too, his voice full of brightness and mirth. You respond, a light cloud of pink floating your cheeks, the room feeling a bit warmer, “I really appreciate that Chan. Thank you for making me smile today.”

A smirk graces Chan’s face as he says, “Happy to do it, whenever you want really.”

Statistics goes by extremely quickly when you’re sitting next to Chan- it’s like he’s telling you a couple of jokes and then it’s over. As the bell rings, Chan nudges you with his elbow as he packs up his bag, “So, I uh-this friday, we’re having our championship game and this party after? I was wondering if you want to come?”

You hesitate, thinking you might have plans with Mark, yet you decide he would probably hang out with his girlfriend over you anyway.

“I’d love to come. On one condition.”

Chan raises his eyebrows, “And what’s that?”

“You have to win the game.”

Chan throws up his hands almost hitting you in the process, “Well, duh! I’m not going to let you down, I promise.”

Friday

For the past couple days, you haven't heard from Mark. No texts, no calls, and no plans out in the city. You were hurt that the boy you’d call your best friend would ignore you just because he got a new girlfriend, your years of friendship overlooked just like that. When Friday rolls around, you attend the Everlane versus Brisbane championship basketball game. You decide that you’re there to cheer on Chan, the boy who’s taller than the rest, his purple jersey hanging against his muscular frame. You spot Cassandra giving Mark a kiss on his cheek on the court, you have to look away at the sight. By the next hour or so, you’re surprised at how long Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin have been screaming. Each of them held a poster for each Hyuck, Jeno, and Mark- their jersey numbers adorned with dollar store glitter and messy handwriting. When Mark makes a slam dunk in the basket, the crowd goes ear-deafeningly wild, cheering out Mark’s name like a repeated mantra. Shortly after, Hyuck makes an attempt to pass the basketball to Mark; the ball missing Mark’s hands before Chan dribbles it to their opponent’s basket. The cheerleaders dance to the thrum of the crowd screaming Chan’s name over Mark’s, causing Mark to grit his teeth with irritation. For a while, the back and forth of swaying bodies goes on until the Everlane team makes the last shot before the final countdown. When Jeno makes the last point, you’re certain you’ve lost your hearing by then. The cheers ring in the gym, causing the alarm to blare with victory. After everyone exits the gym, you see Mark, Chan, and Jeno being tossed into the air in a sea of fellow players and short-skirted girls as pompoms explode upwards. You decide to wait with Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin in the empty parking lot, waiting for Renjun to pull his car around. Jeno and Hyuck jog to you all first, their basketball duffels hanging from their hands, bodies are drenched with sweat. Chenle says, “That’s some fine work out there gentleman if I do say so myself.” Hyuck does his signature handshake with Chenle, a reckless grin smeared across his face, “I knew we’d win. Brisbane can’t take down the undefeated.”

Jeno gives him a firm nod, slinging his arm around a pleased Jaemin. You smile at the boys, “Congratulations guys, you all killed it on the court.”

Hyuck and Jeno smash you in a sweaty hug, “Aw, thanks y/n. You did well cheering for us.”

You laugh, “Get off, you guys are sweaty!”

Before Hyuck can smear his sweat onto your shoulder playfully, a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Y/n!”

It’s Chan. A damp towel hangs off his neck, his nike headband wrapping his forehead under his bangs. “You ready to go?”

You shout, “Just give me a second!”

Hyuck and Jeno give you a knowing look, “Where are you going with Chan?”

You reply, “Oh, we’re just carpooling to the party at Felix’s house.”

Renjun asks, “Also, where’s Mark?”

Hyuck shakes his head in contempt, “He’s heading to the party with Cassandra.”

Jaemin mutters, “Of course he is.”

Of course he would. Mark is one of the captains on the team, why would he be excluded from the after-party? The ache in your heart pings again, you feel sick from the thought of Mark making out with Cassnadra at some gross party. You wouldn’t be able to handle the tears.  Though, Chan had invited you, not Mark- who he didn’t even mention it to you, the least you could do is be courteous. What kind of person gets invited to something and cancels so last minute?

You say, “You guys get to the party and I’ll meet you there, okay?”

Renjun’s eyes crease his concern, “You do know that Mark and Cassandra will be there though right?”

You nod, “Yes. But we won’t mind them, let’s just go have fun tonight.”

After parting, you jog over to Chan who’s tossing his duffel into the trunk of his silver Lexus, his hair damp from the game. He turns to you, grinning, “you ready?”

You smile at him, telling him yes before launching yourself into the passenger seat. Chan turns the ignition, his car interior smelling like cherries from the air freshener that hangs above his head. As Chan drives, the street lamps glow on the side of the road as the moon peeks between the rainy clouds. He rolls your window down, your skin shivering at the cold chill of the night. “So, there was something I wanted to ask you?”

Turning to him, you face the chestnut-haired boy, “You remember stats class a few days ago?”

You reply, “I do?”

“Mark was looking at you the whole time. When you guys hadn’t texted in several days, he asked me if you and I were a thing during practice.”

You quirk your brows up in surprise, “And what did you say?”

Chan smiles to himself, letting out a breathy chuckle, “I said no. But, I was definitely interested.”

You allow yourself to feel nice, to feel like Chan likes you for who you are around him. Chuckling at him, you flip your hair in a sassy manner, “Well, I’ll definitely keep that noted.”

When you arrive at the party, the small two-story house looks like a sight straight out of one of those coming of age movies. The small house is jam packed with people, some hanging out on the lawn as they sip their drinks as music shakes the walls. You spot Renjun’s car from the side of your eye, meaning that your friends had gotten there before you and Chan. Upon entering the house, it’s like a warzone within it. Some people are peacefully talking by the lounge area as they feast on snacks. Some are in the kitchen mixing a plethora of colorful drinks together while also playing a form of beer pong. Girls run up and down the stairs with their friends, some with boys trailing behind them with a trance in their eyes. Some are grinding on each other on the dance floor, sensual music thrumming at the source of the boombox.

The first thing you see are your friends sitting in the corner by the backyard door, Mark on the loveseat with Cassandra practically on his lap. You instinctively grab Chan’s hand so you don’t break down right there. He gives you a surprised glance, “y/n? What’s wrong?”

Instantly, you let go of his hand as you cast your eyes down towards the floor. When you don’t answer, he sees a view of your friends laughing along with Mark and Cassandra. You feel a large hand cover yours which causes you to look up at Chan, “It’s okay y/n. Just stick with me.”

You nod, leading him to the drink table in the kitchen. When he leans down to sniff a large bowl full of sour juices and cubes of fruit, his nose scrunches in disgust, “ugh, jungle juice.”

Out of random courage, you swipe an empty cup from the tower as you shove the metal ladle of jungle juice into it. Downing it despite Chan’s protest, you feel a surge of electricity light your lungs on fire as the beat of your heart quickens from the liquid courage. He laughs, keeping his hand on the small of your back, “You surely make reckless decisions when you’re bothered by something.”

You giggle back at him, “You drink something too, you’re a winner tonight after all.” Chan reaches from a glittery purple bowl that pops with bubbles, “a toast to that, y/n. A toast to that.”

before he downs the liquid in one go. You feel his body jolt from the energy too, a smirk plastered on his face, “Wanna go play a game with some of the boys? Only if you want to, we can talk upstairs too.”

Shaking your head in refusal, you hang on to Chan’s shoulder, “Let’s go have fun.”

Chan grabs your hand, his metal chain bracelet cool on your wrist as he leads you past your friends, Mark, and Cassandra before opening the backyard door. Mark moves Cassandra off his lap, her eyes as cold as ice before she angrily gets up to get another drink. The rest of your friends sit in their circle in awe, glancing down at Chan’s hand enclosed on top of yours. Coolly waving to them, you say, “I’m outside if you need me.” before you meet eyes with Mark- his lips pressed into a frown, his irises shot with hurt. You ignore the ache that grows on the wall of your heart. You tell yourself, Mark’s ignored you all this time because he doesn’t feel the same way and never will. After being outside on the patio for a while, you meet some of Chan’s radio-club friends as all of you play a game of sorry. For a moment, Mark and the others aren’t on your mind, just the fact that Chan is pulling you into an enthusiastic hug after winning a round. You turn to Chan, “Hey, I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom.”

Chan smiles at you before he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of his head, “Sure thing. I’ll be here.”

You’re not even surprised that Chan kisses you, whether or not it’s the alcohol, you don’t mind it. When you head back into the house, you feel an arm grab your wrist and spin you around. Your friends are still sitting where they had when you passed them except Mark is the one boring his eyes into yours as he grabs your shoulders, “We need to talk now.”

Before you can say no, he pulls you to the quieter part of the kitchen, you say with bitterness, “What do you want Mark? I have someone waiting for me.”

Left without any patience, Mark lets out a huff, “Are you and Chan together?”

You sigh, casting your glance at him, “Seriously? It’s none of your business. Second, it’s not like you told me that you were with Cassandra.”

Mark uses his hand to comb back his black hair, making it even more messy, “Y/n. That’s because we’re not together, it’s just complicated and I haven’t had the time to tell you why or how we-”

“Stop right there. You ignored me for days Mark! You never texted or called! What was I supposed to do? Pine after you when you’re chasing Cassandra around?”

Mark’s doe eyes flash with pain, his hand tightening around the sides of your arms, “No! That’s not it! I didn’t mean it that way, I’m just trying to figure out what to do..” You shove Mark off you, his hands sliding off your arms, “Well save it. I’m done with you playing around with my feelings!”

Mark calls after you, tears streaming down your face as you try to make your way to the bathroom without being stared at. It takes all three minutes of some Chris Brown song for you to stop heaving. You feel sick to your stomach, so much for a fun night. You text Chan to meet you outside in front of the house, avoiding the corner your friends were comforting Mark at. Chan finds you leaning against his car, “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Giving him the only smile you can muster, you explain, “Listen, I’m so sorry. You invited me to this party and I just-I’m here being a cry-baby and everything. I’m just going to walk home now. I’m sorry.”

Chan shakes his head in definite refusal, “Nonsense. I’m driving you home. I’m about done anyway.”

You ask hesitantly, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

The night drive back to your neighborhood gives you peace of mind. Chan rolls all the windows down as soft music plays from his radio, slowing the bounce of your heartbeat. He’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand rested on yours by your knee, you feel comfortable with Chan. It’s the same feeling that flutters in your stomach when you’re close to Mark and right now, you hate the thought of the black-haired boy that consumes so many of your thoughts. Before Chan’s tires screech to a stop in front of your porch, he turns to you with concerned eyes, lips pressed into a pout. “Come here, y/n.”

You waste no time collapsing into the space on his wide chest, his hands stroking your hair down. Resting his chin on your head, you close your eyes to the rhythmic beat of Chan’s heart as the soft patter of the rain is enough to drift you to sleep. You pull away from his chest, looking up at the shadows in Chan’s eyes, his hair falling near his eye-lids while he glances at your lips before looking down to his lap. He says apologetically, “I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to take advantage of your feelings right now. I’m really not-”

You cut him off with your hand pressed to the curve of his cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

He doesn’t waste time to grip the back of your neck, kissing you harshly as he bites the bottom of your lip. You sigh into him, fisting the fabric of his jacket when he moves in even closer to twist a hair behind your ear. When you detach from him, you can’t control the burst of tears that shakes your body. The alcohol blurs the vision of Mark and Chan together as your mind throbs from the effect, leaving you dizzy. You apologize to Chan over and over again, wiping the tears that fall from your eyes. Instead, he kisses his lips to the side of your temple as he urges you to get some sleep. Like the gentleman he is, he walks you to the front door, draping his basketball jacket over your shoulders. Your home is dark- due to the fact that your parents are out of town on a business trip in Toronto so you just flop onto your bed in defeat. Mark’s ringtones shoot off from your phone, notifications of several apology texts and missed calls. Not wanting to check any of them, you toss your cell phone into the grey trash bin that sits by your desk. Going to sleep feels especially difficult when alcohol still surges through your veins and you can’t control the sobs that erupt from your throat. You hear Mark’s car pull up on his driveway, not wanting to see him whatsoever. On your bed, you almost feel him looking up at your window to check if you’re awake- for once, you’re glad it’s curtains are securely shut.

The next few weeks are pretty miserable besides the fact that you’re getting closer to Chan. You don’t acknowledge Mark’s presence anymore. By Hyuck and Jaemin, you’re told he comes by to the lunch table to check if you’re there. You still hang out with your friends separately rather than in your usual group- the web that connects you slowly falling apart. It’s difficult when you have art with Hyuck and Renjun, stats with Jaemin, and ceramics with Jisung, Chenle, and Jeno- as you try to take paths opposite of Mark at the same time. Later on, you explain everything that’s been going on between you and Mark to Chan. He takes it surprisingly well by comforting you and listening to your anger, how he’s willing to let you heal before you two start anything. How could Chan be so patient with you? He says it’s because he really likes you and would rather be there for you as a friend first. When you get home, your parents give you a lecture about starting things with Mark, how they want to have dinner with his family but can’t. Of course, they feel sorry once you explain to them what really happened.

Now, the weather outside seems a lot sunnier, yellow pollen from the peonies float in the air as you make your way out of the double doors. The time is nearing for spring break- a well needed barrier from Mark, from everything. Before you walk your way home, you’re stopped by Hyuck and Renjun. Renjun holds an envelope in his hands before giving it to Hyuck, both of them trapping you, “Y/n. We’ve been looking all over for you.”

You say, “I’m going home now, can we talk tomorrow?”

Hyuck narrows his eyes at me with contempt, “No, of course not. Just hear us out.”

Renjun speaks up too, “Do you have plans for spring break? I’m assuming you don’t because you mentioned a few weeks ago that you didn’t. We’ve got 8 tickets to Victoria island.”

You reply, “And.. your point is?”

Hyuck crosses his arms, rolling his eyes, “The point is to make up. Our group is in shambles because of all this lovesick drama. A trip is a perfect opportunity to mend things.”

Laughing, you cackle at his suggestion, “If you expect me to go then that’s hilarious. I’m not going.”

Hyuck throws up his hands in frustration. “How can you kick it if you don’t even know what will happen?”

Raising your eyebrows defiantly, “Do you remember what happened when Mark and I were in the same room? Hyuck, it’s not happening.”

Renjun grumbles, flicking the envelope in my face, “Fine! We won’t invite Mark then! We just want you to come with us and then we’ll see what happens from there okay?”

Hyuck socks Renjun in the shoulder with a fist before shouting, “How can we not ask Mark?”

In response, Renjun shoots a frigid glare at Hyuck as if he’s threatening him with his eyes,  “We’re just not going to ask him! Y/n, will you come?”

You pause for a moment as you stare back at the pair. You raise your voice to make yourself crystal clear, “I will only go if Mark doesn’t. Simple as that.”

Renjun bobs his head in agreement, “Deal. No Mark.”

When you walk away, you still hear Hyuck berating Renjun for his decision only to be shut up by some snarky comment that comes through Renjun’s lips. The sound of their voices falling away.

First day of spring break

By the time spring break begins, you find yourself standing in front of Renjun’s van with your suitcase packed full of your things. You’re greeted by Renjun, Hyuck, Jaemin, and Jeno first. Of course, Jisung and Chenle are seen scampering across the school parking lot with their duffel bags messily unzipped, some shirts hanging out of the top.

“Didn’t I tell you to pack the night before?” Renjun scoffs at the pair.

Chenle pokes his tongue at the older boy, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s broad shoulders. Jeno holds his hands up in the air before bellowing, “shot-gun!” straight into Hyuck’s ear- causing Hyuck to throw a whiny fit. Once our suitcases are in the back of Renjun’s car, he leans on the side of his van as if he’s waiting for something. Jaemin says, “Okay, isn’t that all? Why aren’t you closing it?”

Renjun has a wicked grin plastered all over his face, “Not everything and not certainly everyone.”

You all turn to face Mark, circles under his eyes, his hair unruly as if he hasn’t gotten sleep in 3 whole weeks. Shoot a menacing face at Renjun, you whisper at him, “You told me Mark wasn’t coming.”

Renjun gives you  an evil, sinister smile, “I crossed my fingers behind my back.”

Having the extreme urge to strangle Renjun on the spot, you ponder about Renjun’s extreme lengths to reach his goal of making up. Before you can walk away from the car, Hyuck drags your hand back to the door of the van, “Ah-ah- y/n. You’re not going anywhere.”

The whole car ride to the ferry is awkwardly silent due to the fact you’re mercilessly squished between Hyuck and Mark. Personal boundaries don’t exist in the car, your legs are practically on top of each other as Mark steals side glances at you from the corner. Getting to the dock port seemed less stressful than you’d imagine it to be. Renjun had parked his van at the base garage of the ferry before unloading everyone's belongings.

Just as easy as it was to get on to the boat, it was easy getting off too. You’d make your way down to Renjun’s car,  Renjun driving it down a ramp and into the pathway that opened into Victoria island. You have to admit to yourself, Victoria island looked even more gorgeous than you had remembered last time you came with your family. During springtime, all the beautiful flowers in Butchart gardens would bloom pinks and purples, the greenery would turn a lush, healthy evergreen, and the city would stay lit for the tourists. It was the perfect place to have a vacation, one with friends at that. Jaemin and Renjun booked a small cottage house for everyone to stay in, one straight out of a fairy tale storybook. The cottage ceiling looked like it was made with hay and lime-green vines, beams of cedar-wood reinforced the walls of the structure. It had a white picket fence that surrounded a small rose garden near the entrance; white lilies floating in an old, peeling fountain. Finally entering the house, you were amazed by the impeccable interior:various paintings of Victoria island, a kitchen that was big enough to seat 10, and bedrooms slacked with ivory/gold wallpaper. Like ants scattering into their units, the boys jumped on their beds that they ‘claimed’ while you and Mark stood in the middle of the hallway. Watching all of them make a clamorous reaction over who got the best room was like watching families seize their buttons during family feud. By observing them, you’ve come to realize that there were only 7 rooms instead of 8. Realizing this, you glance over at Mark who was in turn staring back at you before racing towards the end of the hall- flying to the surface of the bed. Both of you landed on it at the exact same time, faces extremely close together. Hastily, you sit up in an attempt to push Mark off the bed that you claimed first, “Mark Lee, get off my bed now!”

He incredulously stares back at you, “Your bed? This is mine!”

You exclaim, “You’re trying to take my bed now? I clearly jumped on it first!”

“No, you didn’t!”

Bickering back at forth, you and Mark don’t even realize the rest of the boys practically flailing in the doorway, Hyuck saying in a sing-songy voice, “Or.. you could shareee!”

In unison, you and Mark shout, “Hell no!”

You get up first, shoving a pillow at Mark, “Fine, you have it! I’ll room with Hyuck.”

Hyuck clicks his tongue, “Oh no you’re not, y/n. Nada. No bueno.”

Before you can argue with Hyuck or chase him out of the room for that matter, you hear Mark speak up from behind. His voice is shy and quiet, his face a shade of beet red, “You just take the bed. I’ll take the floor.”

You turn to face him as you’re about to reprimand him for such a stupid idea until you realize that it’s probably the best decision to make at the moment.

After dinner that night, everyone had settled into their respective rooms. You had changed into a hoodie and sweatpants after you had showered. You sat on your bed, texting Chan goodnight before shutting it off to charge on your nightstand. Mark had stumbled into your shared room with one pillow and a thin fabric cover-(hardly a blanket) before setting it down on the carpet. Seeing Mark in this state, it reminds you of the old days. The way that his headphones sat comfortably on his ears, his black hair matted with drops of water, and his toned frame covered with black pants and a black tee. The hollows of his cheeks make his face more prominent, his lips the color of a strawberry slice. In one swift motion, he wraps the thin cover around his body before turning on his side, “Good night, y/n.”

Unable to say anything, you shut off the lamp- casting darkness all around you. “Good night, Mark.”

You almost forget that Mark’s there in the room with you until you hear the tick of his teeth chattering and the breathy huffs from how cold it is. You sit up to take a look at his shaking figure, the thin material doing no justice as a blanket. You believe that the air bnb manager hadn’t put extra blankets or control instructions for the ac system as you had all looked for them earlier. Deciding to wrap one of the thicker blankets that’s draped over your legs, you almost trip towards Mark’s shuddering body before patting it against him. Before you turn to go back to your bed, you feel a hand curl around your fingers, Mark slightly opening his half-lidded eyes at you. “y/n?”

Pausing, you touch your hand to Mark’s cheek, “Mark, you’re freezing. You should have told me, this blanket cover isn’t any better than a piece of paper.”

Mark shifts his body closer to face you now, his hands still wrapped around yours, “i-i didn’t know.”

“Do you want more of my blankets? I’m kind of used to the cold.”

Mark says, “No, if I take them, you’ll catch a cold.”

“Mark, I’m fine, really.” You insist on letting you help him, the boy shivering from the icy temperature.

His eyes become stern, his muscles stiffening, “y/n, I said no!”

Pausing, retract your hand from Mark’s as the warmth slowly is replaced with cold air. You give him a gentle nod this time, “I-okay.” Mark sits up from his place, fingers running through his messy hair, an earbud still plugged into his left ear, “What I mean is, I don’t want you to get sick. It’d be my fault.”

Instead, you walk back to your spot on your bed, “Look, don’t take this the wrong way but, you can come warm up for a little. Just before you go back to sleep, I promise- I won’t touch you.”

In the dark, Mark’s eyes glint like swirling, black orbs as he nods at you, getting up to take a spot next to you on the bed. He leans back into the pillow by your head, the coolness of it feeling like a cold cloud. Sighing with content, he submerges his body under the warmth of the comforter, careful not to over step his boundaries with you. When Mark lies next to you, you can seem to shut your eyes. Instead, your heart beats out of your chest when you hear Mark whisper. “y/n?”

“Yes, Mark?”

He says with a heavy heart, “I miss us.”

Propping my elbow on your pillow, you turn to face him, “I miss you.”

You choke on your words, your head throbbing with dizziness when you realize what you had just admitted to Mark. You seem visibly gulp, his eyes tracing the crease where the flowery wallpaper meets the ceiling. His voice comes out shaky, “y/n..I-I like you.”

Mark’s earbud sings the words of a beautiful, familiar tune:

Said I never fall, i’d never fall and then I fell for you mhm

Back against the wall, against the wall, and against the wall, that’s how it felt with you mhm

When those words fall from Mark’s lips, all the oxygen from your lungs makes an exit and threatens to not come back in- you’re left stunned. Mark turns his face to you to see your reaction and you stare back at him, eyes widened. Before you have the chance to say anything, Mark presses his lips to yours, rising from the pillow as his nose knocks against yours lightly. You find yourself kissing him back, harder than when you kissed Chan the night of the party. The kiss is full of yearning, almost full of struggling sadness to trap the right feelings- Mark’s hand snakes a hand around your jaw in order to stabilize you. He keeps kissing you aggressively, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as his tongue swipes your bottom lip. You pull away first, fire thrumming in your lungs as you place your hand on his chest, “Mark, you have a girlfriend. We can’t.”

Mark shakes his head slightly, “I’m not dating Cassandra.”

You make a face at him, “What do you mean? Because if I’m a rebound, I don’t want to be.”

Mark chuckles, a smirk snaking on his swollen lips, “Trust me, you’re not a rebound. And, I meant what I said about liking you.”

“Mark, you can’t just tell me you like me and then kiss me like nothing’s happened. I saw you and Cassandra with my own eyes.”

Mark sighs before gazing back at you with his obsidian-colored eyes, his skin glowing from the moon that shines slightly through the window curtains, “I’ve liked you since the day you brought those muffins to my house. I thought you would never see me as more as a friend and I tried to use Cassandra to get over you. I never wanted to burden you if you didn't feel the same. Clearly, it didn’t work. Not even partially. I’m sorry.”

You press your forehead against Mark’s, pressing a lingering kiss to the shape of his lips as you use one hand to pull the hairs on Mark’s nape- causing him to groan before reciprocating.

You whisper to him, a beautiful sound to his ears, “Why are we so difficult? We’re such idiots.”

Placing your head on Mark’s chest, both of you collapse on to the bed, sleep washing over your minds. You hear Mark giggle before putting his right ear bud into your ear, the sound of a man’s voice humming:

One weekend in Portland, you weren’t even my girlfriend

We were walkin’ and talkin’

Then somebody said.. let's get tattoos together, something to remember

If it’s way too soon, fuck it, whatever

Give me shapes and letters

If it’s not forever, then at least we’ll have tattoos together

Mmm, ‘cause I love you

Mmm, ‘cause I love you

When you wake up the next morning, you and Mark are greeted by Jaemin and Renjun cooking breakfast in the kitchen as Jeno, Hyuck, and Chenle play mario kart on the old television in the living room. Jisung is setting the table with eating utensils while also stopping to look at his Nintendo switch every few seconds. Aside from reddened faces and teasing, the boys had already suspected of your making-up based on the blush that coats both of your faces. That afternoon, you call Chan on the phone through facetime, letting him know that you and Mark had made up. Chan tells him how happy he is to hear it, telling you that he’s always known how much Mark had liked you and that he didn’t hold a candle to how Mark would talk about you to the basketball team. You apologize out of worry that you’ve hurt Chan but like the gentleman he is, he tells you that you’ll always be good friends especially when he’s good friends with Mark.

The next few days are like dreams. Together, you, Mark, and the boys go gallivanting across Victoria island through the sea towns made of floating boathouses and seafood restaurants. You bring your polaroid camera with you, capturing memories of Hyuck dropping his ice cream, selfies with Jeno and Jaemin, and seagulls chasing Renjun- all in a few frames. Even one morning, all of you had the spontaneous but rather, stupid decision to get matching commemorative tattoos, each of them a different flower on your wrists to commemorate your friendship. Each afternoon meant picnics at the Goldmere Provincial Park or whale watching tours out on the cobalt waters that were foaming with white. Other days you’d all visit the aviation museum or opt to sample the best chocolate fudge at Roger’s after a small hike.

On the last night of your trip, Mark had made sure that he wanted to take you down Tiffany avenue before meeting up with the boys for dinner. He’d told you to dress nicely in which you all did, leading you by the hand down the shopping street as your tulle skirt wavered behind you. When the both of you came to a balcony that overlooked the water,  the ocean looked so vast like it could swallow you into the great swirls of turquoise and aquamarine as white ocean spray crashed on the sharp rocks. The sky turned a lavender shade that bloomed into a twilight pink, the sun barely touching the tips of the mountains. Mark had placed an item in your hand from his pocket, a pair of cherry earrings he had bought in a souvenir shop when you weren’t looking. It reminded you of the song on Mark’s playlist from several nights before:

Yeah, your cherry earrings are my favorite

It looks so good I had to save it

I’ve been hopin’, prayin’ we last forever

‘Cause there’s nothing better than you and I

A week ago, you told Renjun that in any circumstance, you would never go anywhere if it reminded you of your feelings for Mark, of your friends, of everything that had happened. Now, you’re glad to be able to let go, you’re able to feel the cold wind on the cliffs- Mark right by your side. Being wrapped up in the tight security of your boyfriend’s arms, (yes, Mark had asked for real this time) along with your best friends, you’re careful to not let go of them now. There’s no place that you’d rather be.

[early20thcenturynerd]

“Margetta Hirsch Doyle ’45 was a regular student at William & Mary. Her friends called her 'Getta' and she was a Kappa Delta. Doyle kept a diary and wrote about her philosophy quizzes, described how much she enjoyed making Red Cross surgical wrappings and mentioned hours spent spotting airplanes from campus buildings. Doyle was a student during World War II. 

During the second World War, William & Mary became a predominantly female campus. While many college-age males fought abroad, women kept up the war effort from Williamsburg. In between their studies and social life, students volunteered with the Student War Council and the American Red Cross. Along with other service work, they, like Doyle, made surgical dressings and spotted airplanes, sometimes in groups and sometimes alone.”

Margetta Hirsch Doyle's Entries for May, 1943:

MAY 1 

Happy May Day! It was Saturday and so we didn’t do much. Cary, Beth, Mrs. Dalthud and I went marketing and made out pretty well. Cary and I made the first major mistake of our careers as housekeepers. We bought birdseye fish for dinner (no points) and naturally thought we should keep it frozen in the ice box. By the time Lizzie and Flora arrived there were just so many chunks of ice lieing there. We all howled hysterically over it and had a vegetable plate dinner (I hope the fish will thaw by Monday!) This afternoon Cary and I went down town and to the Wigwam. I wrote some letters, changed the bedding on my bed and generally wasted time - worked tonight. I received a card from Bill Brennan - his 29 day training is almost up.

MAY 2 

Such an unusual little day! We slept unusually late and then Beth, Punchy and I dressed to go to church. As we came out of Bruton, Joy Allen pounced upon Punchy and me saying Cary had walked by with two ensigns and a lieutenant j.g. and wanted us to walk up to the Lodge and meet them. Bewildered, we looked at each other with a what-the-heck attitude and walked on up. Sure enough, there was Cary with three naval officers! We soon became acquainted and had loads of fun drinking champagne cocktails and eating dinner. After awhile we came back to the house and played the vic. It was really a terrifically pleasant afternoon. Cary, Punchy and I pored through the want ads and I wrote six or seven letters of application to see how the land lies. I tried to phone Bill Brennan to wish him a happy birthday but couldn't get the call thru.

MAY 3 

Things may seem “awfully dismal” at times but I’m really so very lucky and the bright spots of life are so nice. Tonight - brazen hussy that I am! - while down at work I placed a call through to Bill Brennan again. It wouldn't come, but the little operator kept trying (pull!) and finally just after I got back to the house the phone rang and a voice said “Boy! This is wonderful!” Ya huh, ‘twas Willy and gosh it was super talking to him. It wasn't at all like a typical long distance conversation - we just said dumb old things and deep things and you’d have thought we were both in Hollis rather than in Billsburg and Atlantic City respectively. So nice! Oh I forgot to mention that I got a perky letter from him too. I’m beaming obnoxiously. I wish…….. My life has a mysterious element too. This evening while I was out two darling marines came to see me, one of who “was a very good friend of a girl from home.” Vague, but I hope they come back!

MAY 4 

I’ve still glowed all day from last night’s phone call, and even now nice things keep happening. At lunchtime the package man came bearing a gift for me: a lush "bon bon" spoon with an awfully sweet note from “Mom” Brennan -- I was so tickled with it, and love her good. We rushed today informally - Betty Marie Ellett for lunch and two other girls for dinner with the usual accompanying intra-sorority feeling. Initiation for Jinx Richardson, Ann Wilson and Eleanor Ramsdell was last night and so we had a cup service at seven o’clock this morning - then classes, marketing, fun and work. I received real nice letters from Mother and Daddy and a faintly perky one from Bill Boyd. He is trying to stall off his furlough until June when I’ll be home. Gosh, I hope it’ll work. I’m so lucky! Flat Hat mentioned Punchy’s & my badminton defeat.

MAY 5

This morning was the annual convocation for the tapping of the members of the junior class chosen to be Mortarboard and ODK. It was very impressive and full of suspense, since supposedly noone knew who was to be selected. Fran Pendleton was one of the five girls to get Mortarboard and we’re all very thrilled about the whole thing. The other girls were Margie Lentz, Katie Rutherford, Marion Ross, and [Lebe] Seay. Mary Wilson Carver is the new president. Punchy, Carolyn Harley and I went up on Barrett roof sunbathing and got faintly tanned. Then we went shopping for Mother’s Day gifts and had our pictures taken at the telephone office. Per usual when having our pictures taken, Punchy sneered and I had “my fixed look” sat on the camera, but we’re celebrities anyway. Beth & Marty won badminton matched over Gamma Phi.

MAY 6 

“Rabbit - rabbit” really worked this month cause things keep getting better ‘n’ better. Today was a usual Thursday: marketing classes (Econ outside in the Sunken Gardens), archery (I’m off the 30 yd line at last) and swimming. After that we went downtown to the official dedication of the U.S.O., with music and speeches, including one by John D. Rockefeller, ‘Jr. ‘Twas sort of impressive. Yearbooks came out today and it’s the best Colonial Echo in years. We spent considerable time in poring over it, laughing and "ohing" and "ahing". Remember the marines I wrote about Monday night? Well, Warren Ripley came back this evening and is awfully nice. He knows Mary Claire Willard from St. Mary’s and she gave him my name. -- small world. He, a goon, Mavis Bunch and I went to the movies (”Truck Busters” was horrible) and then to the Lodge coffee shoppe

MAY 7 

I’m awfully tired, and in a bad mood though still awfully happy about everything. Such a nice life? Nothing exciting happened today. I didn't go marketing, but instead went up in the Library tower for two hours - once with Cary and once with Midge - spotting airplanes. I managed to get a bit of studying done for my philosophy quiz which I sleepily took. (B- on last week’s) I went over to the office to get a social card for Warren and ended up talking in Louise’s room; then I wrote letters to both Bills and fooled around. Holly Rickis has come back for the weekend - it’s natural to have her here. Work was bitter - everything went wrong and the time dragged. A “nice voice” called me up and chatted and a sailor walked us home. Such a masculine life as I’ve been having glimpses into. I can’t get over it! Floyd wrote me from Hunter Field, Georgia

MAY 8 

The weekend has come and I’ve resolved to purely have fun - and how it has started! This afternoon Beth and I went downtown to do our weekly shopping for odds and ends and then she Punchy and I went sunbathing by the practice house with Danny and Eleanor Ramsdell, It’s really hot too! Warren came by with two other marines to tell me that they were going to Richmond and he mightn’t be back right on time for our date tomorrow night. Seeing the other two marines I promised Beth & Punchy dates tomorrow night - and I dood it. Every few minutes, after we were all together I would say “Do you really want to do to Richmond?” and finally we talked them into staying for a howl of an evening. We saw “Air Force” one of the best pictures I’ve ever seen, and went to the Lodge. Ray and Dick kept wanting to be in Richmond, and kept making all sorts of classic remarks! Such fun!

MAY 9 

Happy Mother’s Day -- and what a day! Being hot, we lazily relaxed around the house and didn't quite get to church. I wrote home and Bugsie, changed the bedding on my bed and dressed for dinner. In the middle of it Warren (who wasn't supposed to arrive until late this afternoon) came with Ray, and thus began the second day of my truly unusual experience. Since there isn’t much to do with a date here on Sunday afternoons we went for a walk through the woods and then sat and watched people playing tennis, after which we went to the movies and saw “Air Force” again. Then we went up to the Lodge for champagne cocktails and a howl of a dinner - amusing (!) episode about the time and the tip. What a boy! Mother phoned tonight - and then Harold from Camp Peary phoned me. He sounds nice but you can’t tell. He phoned the telephone co.

MAY 10 

Nothing at all new again. Classes, marketing and quite a lot of studying this afternoon! I actually did some English Lit and then typed away on an interview for Psychology, letting my imagination run rampant with information. I really did get from Warren on the subject “Alcohol and You”. This evening there was the last W.S.C.G.A. meeting of the year, and then we went to an Economics makeup, disturbed by retreat’s being blown from the naval chaplains in our right ears. After that, we had song practice and sorority meeting, made vivid by stirring remarks about the state of the treasury and the consequences of not paying fines and the like. We had a dreamy serenade by Eddie Anderson and two other boys complete with guitar and drooled out the window at its romanticism.

MAY 11 

I went to classes, and then as usual went downtown with Cary to do the marketing - was amazed that some boxes of puddings had arrived in town - it made our housekeeping have a bright spot for the day. Archery was nice in that I got off the 40 yd line in one try. I must have just been jinxed by the 30 yd line - I have a new lease on life now though. On the way back from archery, I stopped in to see Holly, Kay and Louise and talked to them for awhile before coming back to the house and getting ready to have my picture taken again for the Transmitter, the Telephone Co. periodical. Speaking of pictures, the Flat Hat came out today with our crummy picture and the writeup. Punchy and I are celebrities! Mother phoned about Daddy’s maybe coming down and to say she has the measles - imagine! Harold also phoned me!

MAY 12 

Another awfully nice day! After classes and marketing I did my philosophy and then Beth and I rolled bandages for the Red Cross with Mrs. Pomfret. Beth and Punchy played badminton intramurals with Theta and won - I silently stood by and cheered. Warren was here when we got back & stayed till I had to go to work. He wanted a date tonight and Friday night too but I work both nights and so I got out of it very easily. He’s a nice fellow but a little too eccentric to be very enjoyable. In the mail I got a “big” picture of Bill Brennan in uniform. He looks good and it’s interesting to compare it to the other big picture I have of him. He’s so neat and how I’d like to see him! He enclosed a note as did his mom.

MAY 13 

Gad! I’m weary! Today was another one of those days where nothing noteworthy happened but little thing after little thing kept piling up till I haven’t got much energy left. Why do I bother to mention classes, marketing and my athletic afternoon? I’m stuck on the 50 yd line in Archery and in swimming after I emerged from the pool, I slipped, leaped into the air and fell completely flat on my back -- I’m sore and my posterior hurts! At work everyone seemed irritable (probably just because I was) and things didn’t seem to get done right. It’s being paycheck night was the one bright spot -- by the way, with my remaining checks I’ve decided to pay for my $25 room reservation fee besides my ticket home. Then I’ll feel I’m doing something worth while and useful with my earnings.

MAY 14

Life keeps getting better ‘n’ better, excepting for some things of course, the chiefest among which being a meeting of two representatives from each sorority to which I went with Dr. Pomfret, Miss Wynne Roberts, Charlie Duke and Vernon Nunn all about eating in the dining hall next year and reductions (?) in rent, involving all sorts of amazing involvements. The fur was flying as we got in truly deep discussions. There’ll be another even hotter meeting next Monday evening. All the things that keep happening! Such a nice thing happened at work tonight! A Mr. Curyea, who has been calling New York to his wife quite frequently from Camp Peary asked me my number and when I came back from my relief a lush box of candy was waiting for me with a card which said “In appreciation of the service that I have received in my calls to New York City”. It was one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever done for me. Bugsie comes tomorrow! Life can’t get much nicer!

MAY 15 

Such a beautiful life. Bugsie was supposed to come this morning but got lost through connections and finally arrived at 3:00 P.M. on the bus; Gosh! It was super seeing her again! We came back to the house and then walked around campus -- had a screwy time at dinner and afterwards getting dressed for a mass blind date - eight couples. It was super with us walking to the Lodge, Chowning’s, Rexalls #2 and going to the dance in Blow Gym with eight army lieutenants. It was a crazy evening but loads of fun, and I hope Bugsie had a kick out of it. Other lovely events: a cute letter from Jimmy Mooney and a perky one from Bill Boyd signed “All my love”. (slurpy, huh -- I’m so glad!) News that Bill Brennan is stationed at Hamilton College, N.Y. Oh things can’t get better

MAY 16 

My poor feet! We crowded so much into this little day! First we went to Bruton for a service made completely memorable by the presence of British Admiral Pound, General Wavell & others. It seems that General Marshall and the other important allied military leaders have conferred in Williamsburg about future campaign tactics. As we prayed in church (all of us) it made me realize how insignificant I am in the powerful drama being enacted now. After church Bugsie and I went to the Lodge for dinner and then went sightseeing at the Capitol and Governor’s Palace, stopping at Lavery’s on the way. We went over to see Dossie and had supper with her in the dining hall. We had a typically crazy evening together in the house - Kay came over and we walked her home. Whee - so much done this weekend.

MAY 17 

Still everything keeps on happening! Bugsie and I went downtown and did some marketing before I saw her off on the morning train - it was so swell having her here! This afternoon I attempted to do some studying and ended up by writing letters and indulging in bull sessions - also became a bit dreamy over a card and six page letter from Bill Brennan from Hamilton College announcing that things look awfully good so far as our seeing each other once or twice this summer is concerned. (Lovely thought!) This evening Becky and I went to the sorority representatives meeting for setting the rent problem with the administration. They’ve made concessions but even with having 2 extra girls in the dining room our individual room & board will increase about $25 a semester. Oooh! Touching last sorority meeting of the year.

MAY 18 

Ooooh! I’m tired! Punchy and I slept through Philosophy, and I got up for the marketing sort of sleepily. In Economics I hesitantly began to read my report on Agriculture (1940-1942) and Doc Heidingsfield said it was one the best: therefore I love him good. This afternoon I graduated from the 50 yd line in archery and was happy to go in swimming on account of its being so very hot. At work tonight there were too many of us to record so I just sort of sat and was errand girl - terrifically boring - it’ll be sort of good not to work anymore. Mother called tonight to tell me that Daddy’s coming down this weekend - it’ll be swell and I’m awfully glad, but I can’t push off studying for exams much longer!

MAY 19

Today was the day when my conscience finally pushed me to the point of doing some studying - English Lit. - and I really got quite a bit of it accomplished, considering all that I have to do. So much work all at the end of the year (I know: it’s my own fault!) at 3:30 P.M. Beth, Punchy Carolyn and I took time out for trek towards the Wigwam for milkshakes and tin roofs to brighten our dreary outlooks on life. At work tonight I learned Rate and Route and that’s all the news there is about me. Mimi Jardine became engaged to MacGregor (a lieutenant in the navy who seems swell). Gollee - that’s the third in one little week for the KΔ house. Carolyn Harley agreed to take George’s miniature on her five hours off “campus” with him Saturday night, and Marty and Tommy are finally all set too. Such romance!!

MAY 20 

No more classes or anything, ceptin’ exams - I still can’t believe it -- Honest! ‘Tis all over but the shouting and I’ve even made up my double gym. Archery, with a tournament, was terrifically hot, and so it was super indeed to go swimming even though we didn't have a regular class. Now I can go on towards being a Junior (depending on my exams natchally!) I got a letter from the New York office of the American Tel and Til Co. telling me to come in, in June to see about a job. At least it’s something definite that I can look into to see what they have to offer instead of wandering around completely aimlessly. Mrs. Dalthud took over the marketing today; and we’re really elated about it. Three cheers! I washed my hair tonight and am comparatively smooth! So much studying to do and so little time to do it in.

MAY 21 

So many things have happened again today. I went downtown and then paid my $25 room reservation deposit out of my savings. At ten o’clock the train came in and Daddy got off after a hectic trip. He, Cary and I went to the Lodge and found he’s rooming with a Marine major who is quite a character and has wild parties each night. Poor dad - he came here for a rest too! We had lunch in the dining room and then I read over some philosophy notes, just for the heck of it. More relaxing and then Punchy and I went to work for the last time. I’m glad it's over in a way cause it’s getting sort of boring not to be doing anything new, but we’re going to miss the neat gang down there. A senior party back at the house with lush lovely reminiscences, singing, munching on candy bars, punch and lollypops. Such wonderful girls!!!

MAY 22 

Day after day, things pile up! I went up to the Lodge and met Daddy for lunch, then coming back to campus for an Economics Review class. Warren Ripley and his mother (down to see him) came over to the house and then they went to the movies with Daddy and me to see “American Empire” one of the corniest Westerns I’ve ever seen. - ‘twas horrible. Beth and Punchy went up to the Lodge to meet us and we had a hysterical evening, including a yummy STEAK dinner, a trek to the major’s room, (meeting him and some of his gang.) and chatting with Chuck Gondak and other interesting people. We laughed and laughed together and really enjoyed ourselves. Marty became officially engaged to Tommy with a lovely ring. Mmmm! Perky letter from Floyd.

MAY 23

Another day at the Lodge! Carolyn Harley and I walked up to Bruton to meet Daddy for church. Reverend Wood, from Toronto, Canada, preached the sermon which was one of  the best I’d ever heard (personification of the Cathedral in Coventry and St. Paul’s in London - most unusual but stirring!) Kay, Lou Holly and Danny came up to the Lodge for dinner and more idle chitchat. Kay, Lou and Holly left soon after dinner to do some studying. but Danny stayed and the three of us relaxed in the sun. We had a bite (a bite, I say?) to eat in the coffee shoppe and then I came back to the house and dove into my English Lit. - my mind’s bleary as it always becomes at this stage of the game (and I haven’t even started to study yet!) Harold called tonight!

MAY 24 

All morning I grinded over English Lit till I could scream - I’m so sick of the darned stuff! Daddy came up to the house to meet everyone and then we had a sandwich in the Greek’s. This afternoon we went back to the Lodge and sat around talking. Oh, and yes, I did some more English Lit. Dossie Hostetter came up for dinner and we reminisced some more. All the gals down here are so neat! I said Goodbye to Dad till a week from Thursday, and then came back to the house to cram some more. Such monotony! I received another cute letter from Bill Brennan and mail from mother.

MAY 25 

Dad left this morning on the morning train but along that time I was hibernating in Wren with my English Lit. exam. Twas really a corker - most of it was fair, but as always I met my Waterloo on the spot passages. At least the darned thing is over and I’ll never have to think about English Lit. again. (one exam down and four to go: Eureka!!) This afternoon I stopped at Barrett with a birthday present for Holly, went to the Wigwam and eventually settled down to studying Psychology of the interview, rather halfheartedly. My brain can’t stand too much concentrated studying all at once. Gee, I’m living and breathing for a week from now when it’ll be all over. Such fun as it’s been though. A postcard from Harold.

MAY 26 

Apologies, Diary, for the monotony of these entries but the fact remains that I’m a study bug and nothing else. My only communion with the outside world was a trek to Casey’s for shampoo with which to wash my hair; and after that I returned to Philosophy and Economics. Such a broadening intellectual viewpoint as I’m developing! Much excitement over Jinx Richardson! Supposedly she spent the night in town with Bill Lugar already married and is being shipped. Rumors are spreading fast and furiously. ‘Tis a shame cause she really is a neat girl inspite of all the confusion in which she’s been involved. Letters from Mother and Bugsie, saying she has to have her wisdom teeth dug out of her jaw. Poor gal! Also packages & empty cartons from Dad.

MAY 27 

Another day of pure studying! I’d much rather have exams day after day, than sit and cram Psych., Econ. and Philosophy into my head at the same time and then wait to find out how much I don’t remember. I can picture me writing Psychological answers on my Economics exam! All morning and part of this afternoon I spent over at the Practice House reviewing Econ. (see! I said I was in a rut!) with Danny. It helped to see the various emphasis placed on things. Then this evening inbetween perpetual feasts (from boxes à la Hollis) and a phone call from Mother, Beth, Punchy and I rambled over Psych. I got a card from Bill Boyd - he’s been on maneuvers and is going out again - doesn’t lead to a very satisfactory correspondence; but when the real time comes……

MAY 28 

My brain just keeps on getting wearier and wearier. This morning I had my Psych exams, and this afternoon Econ., both of which were entirely different from what I’d expected. Unless Doc Heidingsfield is terrifically lenient - there goes my A! Good and amazing news though: I got a B as my final grade in English Lit. Dr. Crane mustn’t have counted all my mistaken spot passages very much. I love him dearly for it. - for bringing my C up to a B when I hadn’t expected a C definitely. Then too, I learned I’d gotten B on my last Psych exam (taken weeks ago!) So, excepting for what I did on my exams today, scholastically life’s looking up. After supper, Beth, Punchy and I took a longish bike ride and it was such fun! Twas my first actual ride and rather long too. A letter from Colbie and cards from Dad.

MAY 29

All my stiff exams are now over. Three huzzahs! Philosophy this morning was completely fair and one of the nicest exams I’ve taken this period. Now there’s only Spanish left. This afternoon we were fed up with the utter filth of the room (I’m not kidding either.) and so again moved beds, dusted, vacuumed, and rolled the rug in moth balls. Then the trunks were moved in and the room looks like a confused mess of the nth degree. I thought I’d lost my keys of the trunk and called home; Mum is sending down the duplicated and “All’s Well that Ends Well” We packed, sold our books in the Wigwam (only collected $2.55 for three books though!) and revisited the telephone company.

MAY 30 

The last day of studying and working a la intellect until September - I can scarce believe it yet!! We didn’t go to church but personally improved ourselves, while I did Spanish and Beth and Punchy finished packing their trunks. Then Janie Beth Punchy and I ran a final hasty comb through our hair and went to the Lodge for claret and dinner. It was smooth and we had a lovely reminiscent time, catting and chatting about people. Gad, how I’m going to miss the super Seniors. I’m not at all anxious for the end of the year to come. It’s all been one continuously mellow feeling full of laughs and a few almost-tears which have made Kappa Delta and all the super gang in the house so near and dear to me!

MAY 31 

Such a snap of a Spanish final with translations of sentences like “How are you?” - would that they all had been like that! Anyhoo, it’s over and I’m beautifully and blissfully free. This afternoon I pulled open drawers; dumped things on my bed; and by a process of elimination, packed my trunk. I love to pack, and really enjoyed it. With frequent trips to town for returning extra board money and doing last minute shopping, the afternoon sped by till time for Cary, Janie, Mimi Boone and I to see “The More the Merrier,” a howl of a movie about the Washington housing problem, starring Charles Coburn, Jean Arthur and Joel McCray. Darling. Letters from Daddy, Audrey and Bill Brennan.

[luckyukhei]

Decisions

Word Count: 2.1k! This one beats "Okay, Twilight" in length.

A/N: I've been working on this idea for ages! I'm finally doing it!

Summary: In her third year of going to a school notoriously known for its high population of Seoul's richest kids. In a world where her economic class is the most important thing about her, she's now faced with a more prevalent question. What Will You Choose?

AU: High School, Rich Kids

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader x Jaemin

Teaser Jaemin Version - Teaser Jaehyun Version

The first day of school was stressful just because of all the talk of class fees that your scholarship didn’t particularly pay for. Your group of friends waited for you as you made a call to your cousin asking if they had shifts for you to pick up at the family restaurant.

Making your way back to the group as they started walking with you. They were on scholarship to this school as well but, you were the poorest of the group. Being the goofs they were they were playfully horsing around. While you were quiet. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and Jaemin’s voice manifested directing itself at you, “What did your cousin say?”

“Oh,” You covered his hand in yours, “She’s picking me up to talk to my uncle about it?”

Haechan’s voice interrupted the small moment with the mentioning of someone else, “Chunja looks like she changed a bit over the summer. You going to slide up on her?” 

“Who says that?” Renjun squinted at the unarguably most wild of the bunch.

“I do, No fun Renjun.” Haechan raised his fist to pretend to hit Renjun but, instead, he nudged Jaemin.

Jaemin rubbed his neck,” I dunno maybe. You think she’d be into me?”

Your heart barely had time to swell in an odd feeling when the whole group slowed down. You didn’t have much of a choice because of your position in the middle of the group but, to stop as you heard the speeding of a car pass the group with hooping and hollering. 

You looked at Mark as he mumbled, “God. They’re such asses. Rich kids...”

The group continued their own conversations even causing Chenle’s dolphin laugh ring out among the group.

You squeezed through to stand next to him, “Don’t you hang out with them sometimes?”

He nodded in response, “That’s only because my uncle has money and makes his stepson take me with him so my mom feels like I’m assimilating fine.”

“Look at you! Using big words! Sounding all educated.” You laughed at him and he gave you a big brother seeming smile. 

They always dropped you off at your house first then Jaemin as he lived right next to you. This time you took notice of your cousin’s car in the driveway along with your mother’s.

“Movie night at Mark- Hyung’s on Saturday!” Jisung reminded you.

“Jisung, it’s Monday. What are you gonna do? Remind her every day?” Jeno teased as they left. 

You walked inside greeting your siblings, who excitedly talked about the first day back from break, and mother, who always took the first day of school off of work.

“Jiwoo is waiting for you in your room. We’ll talk about your day when you get back.” Your mom winked at you as she continued listening to your young sister.

“Yes, ma’am.” You nodded at her and walked to your room.

After years of saving up and asking for certain decorations for your birthday or even creating some of them, including a wobbly desk that served as a reminder of why you and the “Dream Team” shouldn’t be anywhere near Woodworking class or power tools in general. One thing that wasn’t apart of your room was your cousin who was lounging on your with two big bags set on the floor.

“What did you bring me?” You asked, tossing your bag in your desk chair.

“Well, hello to you too,” Jiwoo chuckled and wobbled on her knees to the edge of the bed, “I figured that since the girls at my college really liked you from your visit, they wanted to add on to this set of hand me downs. They even gave you old jewelry and shoes. Those are in my car. Although it seems lame that you’re wearing others clothes and stuff.”

You smiled as you looked through the clothes, “Are you kidding me? These are all so pretty and nice!”

“Yeah. They’re nice but, you deserve clothes you bought not preowned.” She told you with sadness laced in her voice.

“That’s why I work hard now, Ji... Tell them I said thank you,” You gave her a big smile as you held up a crop top and a pair of jeans, “For now, let’s try on this cute outfit.”

You sat with Jiwoo and ate ice cream that she leaves in the freezer just in case she has to stay in the restaurant late. You both eat ice cream out of the tub and talk.

“Today, on the way home Haechan was talking to Jaemin about Chunja,” You started scooping out a spoonful of ice cream.

“And this is significant why?” Jiwoo asked, sipping her drink.

“First off, Jaemin is my best friend and he has never, ever, said anything about this girl to me.” You put the spoon in your mouth.

“Is sweet little Y/N jealous?” Jiwoo teased.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m not jealous. Just worried. Chunja is one of the most popular girls in school and I think she’s-”

You dragged your eyes to look at a group of boys who started to wave you over. 

“Those kids go to your school?” Jiwoo asked looking over.

“Yeah. They’re Flushes.” You told her standing.

“Flushes?” She asked tilting her head. She grew up rather middle class so some slang she just hasn’t heard.

“Shitty rich people.” You told her before walking over to the table.

You knew of all of them. You knew Lucas fairly well. He hung out with you and The Dreamies every now and then. He was a cool person and fit right in but, he only hung out with the group if his rich friends. He did tell you when he hung out with his friends if you or anyone in the group saw him call him Yukhei.

“Hey, Yukhei!” You gave him a fist bump and a wink.

“Hey, beautiful. I’ve got a few questions for you.” He told you with his ‘playboy’ voice.

“Anything for you.” You nudged him.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas smiled.

“I hope your hoodrat friends aren’t here,” Taeyong muttered before being hit by Jaehyun.  Taeyong was known for his distaste for the scholarships. He would go out of his way not to be associated with any of them except Mark.

“My family owns this place.” You answered ignoring the comment and the assault of Taeyong.

“They do?” Jaehyun inquired seemingly interested. You had a few classes with Jaehyun but, you never really talked because you had at least one member from your group in your classes. But, this year he has two classes with you. One filled with his friends and another with you and two of your friends.

You nodded and looked at Yukhei, “Next question. “

“That ice cream you had looked really good... Do they sell it here?”

“No, sorry.” You chuckled and rubbed on your neck.

“See I told you,” Jungwoo hit Yukhei’s shoulder then looked at you, “Yukhei’s is wrong about most things.”

Jaehyun spoke up,” He was right about one thing.”

“Oh? What was that?” You asked playing along.

“You definitely are beautiful,” Jaehyun took your hand gently, “We’re having a party this Saturday. I would love for you to come.”

You looked around before leaning toward the center and beckoning them to lean, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want a hoodrat messing up your party. Plus, I’ve got better things to do than hang out with a bunch of Flushes.”

Before any of them could respond you did a full 180 and waved them goodbye, “Bye, boys. Don’t forget to tip your waitress. I know you’ve got the cash.”

You slid into the office where your uncle usually counted money at night and where the security footage was collected. He told you to wait in there while he finished some things up. Jiwoo was seated on the table and started clapping as you slipped in.

“I have no idea what you did but, they tipped Ms.Kim fifty dollars,” Jiwoo smirked at you,” One of them left you his number.”

“Toss it.” You told her.

“Y/N... He’s a rich kid. Maybe his your way out.”

“He’s a Flush and I’m my own way out.” You couldn’t continue because your uncle came in.

“Y/N, I can’t give you any shifts.”

Your heart dropped, “I need the money...” You were willing to do anything. You worked hard to make sure you were helping your mom out in any way. As long as her and your siblings were taken care of you would work every minute you weren’t in school.

He held out a stack of bills,” That’s why I’m handing it to you. Y/N, you work so hard for everything you have so now it’s time for us to let you relax. You’re still a kid. You aren’t an adult you shouldn’t work like one. Just maintain good grades and get out of the lower class and I’ll help take care of you.”

Your eyes began to water before tears quickly made their way down your chin before you hugged the old man with as much strength as you could muster, “Thank you so much.”

Little did any of you know that the blessing to relax would come at the cost of teenage drama.

That night you were putting your new clothes, shoes, and jewelry away while playing music. There was a knock on your window. You jerked your head towards the window and saw a smiling Jaemin at your window. This was a frequent occurrence that started in middle school. When Mark wanted to hold a group meeting or Jaemin just wanted to come over.

You unlocked the window and slid it open, “Are you staying or are we going?”

“We’re going. Put a jacket and some shoes on.”

“Yes, sir.” You pulled a pair of shoes on and a jacket before taking Jaemin’s hand and climbing out the window and on to the raggedy old roof. From there you climbed down the tree by your house that connected your backyards.

You both dusted your hands off and stuffed your hands in your pockets. You two didn’t really talk. There were a few reasons for that.

A group of voices and smell of distant weed was one of those reasons. Instinctively Jaemin yanked your hood to cover your head and then covered his. He brought you into his side and shielded you. 

The group watched you two walked by. They used to be your friends. You grew up with them but, ever since your group got scholarships to the “rich kid school” they felt like your group was trying to become “Flushes”. Although that wasn’t the case.

Another reason was keeping quiet until you got to the rest of the group as it was in your best interest not to get caught as rumors spread fast in a school full of snobby kids who are all watching all the time. Looking for reasons to justify the want in the separation of both groups.

The meeting place was at the picnic table by the swings in the park. Jaemin hopped the fence and you followed suit. 

The smell of pizza caused you to run to the spot and grab a slice of pizza. 

“Hello to you too,” Chenle commented and you lovingly leaned on him.

With a mouthful of pizza, you asked,” Who’s to thank for feed yours truly?”

Mark raised his hand and you blew him a kiss.

“What’s the meeting about, great leader?” Jaemin asked in a joking manner.

“It’s about Saturday,” He leaned on the pole,” Johnny, my uncle’s stepson, invited us to a party this Saturday.”

“Okay... Did you say no?” Jeno asked eating some pizza.

“I told them we’d be there.” Mark sighed at the chorus of groans.

“Saturday is for the boys plus, Y/N not a bunch of rich kids we don’t like.” Jisung voiced.

“For once in his very young life, Jisung is very right.” You spoke up.

“Guys, this is our chance to befriend the rich kids. Show them that we aren’t that bad. So, Saturday, I want you in your best party clothes. I want you guys to show those Flushes how we ‘hoodrats’  get down.” Mark got his leadership voice and you raised your hand.

“We can meet up at my place since it takes me the longest to get ready.” You offered.

“I’ll take my dad’s van and pick everyone up,” Jeno suggested.

“Sounds good,” Mark nodded, “Y/N, did your uncle give you any shifts?”

“He told me to stop working like an adult and to relax then handed me money for class fees “ 

Haechan smiled at you, ”Thank Goodness. Now we don’t have to hang out at the restaurant when you work. What are we gonna do with all this time with our favorite girl?”

“Get through the party with the rich kids,” Jaemin answered.

[carey-pricemas]

Updated Queue

It’s Saturday! Good day peeps! Hope your teams are doing well and not trying to kill you! (I’m guessing the response is a firm no for everyone!) Here is the updated queue guys! I’m trying to get them cranked out faster to keep doing 4 a day, but finals are coming up so I’ve got to work studying in somehow! So forgive me!

Today- Mitch Marner- Catches you rapping

              Andre Burakovsky- hit him in the balls

             Sebastian Aho- argues in Finnish

Sunday- Derek Grant- taking relationship public

              Colton Parayko- free reign

            Dylan Strome- dyes hair for playoffs

             Leon Draisaitl- kids

Monday- Travis Konecny- free reign

                   Auston Matthews- Team posts pictures of you

                 Beau Bennett- Seeing each other again after 10 years

Tuesday- Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn- art teacher

               William Nylander- being interrupted

             Jeff Skinner- cuddles and takes you to a game

Wednesday- Jake Virtanen- sees reader dancing and gets horny

           Sebasatian Aho- Hell and Back by Andrew Garcia

             Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else by The 1975

Thursday- Josh Anderson- Oblivious about girls

             Leon Draisaitl- meeting friends/teammates

           Jamie Oleksiak- Percentage sequel

           Tyler Seguin- angsty breakup before deployment

Friday- Mikael Granlund- thinks you’re dating him for money

          Alex Nylander- taking someone to a wedding to make him jealous

          Andre Burakovsky- shy meeting the team

Saturday- Morgan Rielly- car accident

             JVR- team photo proposal

           Artemi Panarin- first date nerves

Sunday- Mitch Marner- best friends

               Andre Burakovsky- go out to celebrate after a win

             Jakob Chychrun- Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor

Monday- Connor McDavid- surprise smut after playoff spot clinched

            Andre Burakovsky- How they met for the first time

            Leon Draisaitl- smut

Tuesday- Brendan Gallagher- get jealous of Chucky

             Patrik Laine- impressed by brother’s skills

              Olli Maatta- nervous and rambles in Finnish

              Jakob Chychrun- Scary movie

Wednesday- Brendan Gallagher- cute and cuddly free reign

              William Nylander- fight/make up and smut

              Victor Hedman- older, trying to learn Swedish

Thursday- Auston Matthews- annoyed by energy

              JVR- fight and first I love yous

               AJ Greer- call up to the Avs

Friday- Noah Hanifin- free reign

                  Nate Schmidt- baby fluff

              Connor Brown- smut

              Tyler Seguin- Mitch trying to set his sister up with Matt Martin

Saturday- Dylan Larkin- road trip panic attack

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Ben Hutton- reads to kids

Sunday- Ben Hutton- meet and greet fan experience

              Morgan Rielly- truth or dare smut

              Drew Doughty- embarrassed after fight

Monday- Alex Galchenyuk- protective and fights

              Patrik Laine- tries to convince sister Jets are better (probably going to be a multiparter not gonna lie)

            Jakob Chychrun- insomnia and nightmare

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- unknown feelings and jealous

              JVR- with KIDS and pregnant

              Miles Wood- Jealous smut

Wednesday- Sebastian Aho- pregnant and about to give birth

             Auston Matthews- Takes care of reader after skating injury

              Tom Wilson- fight smut

Thursday- Tyler Seguin- picks on insecurities accidentally

             Andre Burakovsky- broken up but dance at a party

              Miles Wood- smut

              Tom Wilson- DWTS jealousy

Friday- Artturi Lehkonen- embarrassed in front of good friend Gally

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Chris Kreider- Stepan behind the mic couples interview

Saturday- Connor McDavid- dating famous singer

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Carter Hart- helping him after WJC loss

Sunday- Kevin Hayes- pregnant but new relationship

          Tyler Seguin- shower smut

             Dylan Strome- free reign

Monday- Auston Matthews- Bathwater by No Doubt

              Jake Virtanen- smut

           Brendan Gallagher- going home and running into everyone you know

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- On my own from Les Mis

              Carter Hart- Smut

              William Nylander- Furies player whos there when Leafs clinch playoff spot

Wednesday- Connor McDavid- Stuck in an elevator

              Auston Matthews- clinched playoff smut

              Alex Nylander- NHL debut

Thursday- Brendan Gallagher- singer and Gally gets dreamy

              Morgan Rielly- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates

              William Nylander- cheating on girlfriend with you

Friday- Kasperi Kapanen- First NHL goal

              Tyler Seguin- smut before game

              Morgan Rielly- little spoon

Saturday- Dylan Larkin- friends don’t like him

              Andre Burakovsky- he gets insecure

              Mitch Marner- distant fight and make up

Sunday- Alex Nylander- Blind date

              William Nylander- dirty while on the phone

              Auston Matthews- dance party

Monday- Matthew Tkachuk- fight and spend day apart

              Sam Reinhart- smut

              Tyler Seguin- fun date

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- matchmakers

              Aaron Ekblad- son is 1st overall pick

              Jimmy Vesey- Broadway Hamilton practice

Wednesday- Dmytro Timashov- free reign

              Jakob Chychrun- smut

              Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

              Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Connor Brown or Zach Hyman)- mother of group

              Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

              William Nylander- shower smut/cute

              Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

              FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

              Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

              Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

              Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

              Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

              Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

              Rich Clune- smut

              Connor Brown- playoff beard

Wednesday- Carter Hart- tries cheesy pickup lines

              Tyler Seguin- smut

              William Nylander- I love you while drunk

Thursday- Alex Wennberg- plane crash

              JJ Piccinich- last home game win fluff/smut

              Jakub Vrana- fluffy free reign

Friday- Downtown Connor Brown- meet and greet and surprised you like him

              Jonathan Toews- smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- you have a stutter

Saturday- Freddie Andersen- playoffs

                Andre Burakovsky- 21st bday jealousy fluff/smut

                Connor Murphy- talking about the future

Sunday- Matthew Tkachuk- falls asleep with baby bro fluff

              Morgan Rielly- smut being caught

              Alex Nylander- friend breakup worries

Monday- Sidney Crosby- teen son from previous relationship

              William Nylander- doesn’t know you’re a virgin

              Jimmy Vesey- friends set you up

Tuesday- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

              Chris Kreider- smut

              Mitch Marner- insecure about love

Wednesday- Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

              Freddie Andersen- smut

              William Nylander- playoff beard

Thursday- Downtown Connor Brown- playoff beard

              Alex Wennberg- super smutty XD

              Jordie Benn- expecting first child

Friday- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Sebastian Aho- team finds out about you through Instagram

Saturday- Brady Skjei- makes her sing for him

              Martin Jones- free rein

              Alex Wennberg- nervous about telling him youre pregnant

Sunday- Brendan Gallagher- wearing a Chucky jersey

              Connor McDavid- Family is Sabres fans

              Tom Wilson- The first time again part 2

Monday- Matt Martin- jealous

              Kasperi Kapanen- celebration smut

              Auston Matthews- jealous of basketball team

Tuesday- Jakob Chychrun- boys and girls club

              Kasperi Kapanen- smut someone overhears you

              Martin Jones/Sidney Crosby- Skin by Rihanna

Wednesday- Derick Brassard- pregnant during playoffs

              Brendan Gallagher- calm down (wink wink) during playoffs XD

              Any Rangers player- John Green quote

Thursday- Andre Burakovsky- friends with Patrick Kane

              Andre Burakovsky- protective from man in bar (no one knows)

              Morgan Rielly- large age gap

Friday- AJ Greer- Beach volleyball for team Canada

              Colton Parayko- doesn’t know you speak English

              Mitch Marner- Sees self harm scars

Saturday- Auston Matthews- both busy but make it to sons game

              Auston Matthews- smut doesn’t like Dylan

                Carter Hart- A million reasons by Lady Gaga

Sunday- Mikkeal Boedker- run into each other at grocery store

              Alex Galchenyuk- smut same circles but never met

              Jeff Skinner/Justin Faulk- harassed/assaulted and they save you

Monday- Connor McDavid/Mitch Marner- Late Late show about song

              Austin Matthews- jealousy birthday smut

              Any Caps player- political law firm but then player gets traded

Tuesday- Zach Hyman- proposes through book

              Brady Skjei- celebration smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- Secret Love song by Little Mix

Wednesday- Mitch Marner- messes up Valentines day

              William Nylander- car smut

              Any player- your teenage son is gay and introducing you to first boyfriend

Thursday- Jacob Trouba- Part 2 of Walk in the Park

              Andre Burakovsky- broke up and reunited at Casino night smut

                Auston Matthews- African dancer and he gets jealous

Friday- Kasperi Kapanen- tutoring him in college

              Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              Auston Matthews- teammate finds sex toys (ropes)

Saturday- Morgan Rielly- one of the guys Morgan’s overprotective and jealous

              Artemi Panarin- tired of being called cute smut

              Morgan Rielly- escape Leafs event and find each other

Sunday- Dmytro Timashov- watch scary movies

              Artemi Panarin- love the sounds  you make smut

              Alex Galchenyuk- Chasing Ghosts by Against the Current

Monday- Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              William Nylander- first time smut

              Sidney Crosby- damsel in distress

Tuesday- Taylor Hall- transition from Edmonton to NJ

              Rasmus Ristolainen- fluff

              Auston Matthews- yeast infection and dr visit

Wednesday- Problematic Leon Draisaitl- getting ejected during A PLAYOFF GAME

              Oliver Ekman-Larsson- love at first sight

              Alec Martinez- Cinco de Mayo festivities

Thursday- Auston Matthews- tired and clingy

              Jordie Benn- wants to be a family with you and daughter

              Auston Matthews- jealous of Laine

Friday- Auston Matthews- bad day brings food (my kind of man)

              William Nylander- snaps boredom Willy takes to fair

              Johnny Gaudreau- cheer him up after getting swept

Saturday- Jo Drouin- sitting front row at a game

              Brandon Montour- get into a fight

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Sunday- Auston Matthews/Sidney Crosby- autoimmune disease

              Steven Stamkos- free reign

              Brenden Dillon/Timo Meier- free reign

Monday- Jakob Silfverberg- for noranihilia

              Aaron Ekblad- free reign

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Tuesday- Brent Burns- free reign

              Roman Josi- free reign

              Martin Jones- free reign

Wednesday- Chris Tierney- free reign

              Nikita Kucherov- free reign

              Mikael Granlund- cute/fluffy

Thursday- Jonathan Marchessault- free reign

              Nino Niederreiter- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- avoid feelings talk and he thinks you don’t like him

Friday- Charlie Coyle- Lipstick part two

              Brendan Gallagher- angry/hate each other smut

              Auston Matthews- you do his makeup and Mitch puts it on Instagram

Saturday- Auston Matthews- you’re sick and he and Mitch take care of you and your kid

              William Nylander- wearing something that turns him on unknowingly

            Pekka Rine- celebrate sweeping Hawks

Sunday- William Nylander- free reign about butt and thighs

              Auston Matthews- meeting friend who doesn’t like the Leafs

              Sidney Crosby- wakes up and mutters I love you a lot

Monday- Artemi Panarin- free reign

[purplestarkatz93]

Could It Be Chapter 3

Summary: When a new guy transfers to Fairy Tail High, he spends a lot of time with Lucy. This upsets Natsu but he doesn’t know why. Could he have fallen for his best friend?

Rated: T for language, drama, and fluff. LOTS OF FLUFF.

Pairings: Nalu, Slight Gajevy, Gruvia, Jerza, a mention of Elfgreen, and other pairings I just made up.

High School AU

Okay so a lot happens in this chapter and many things need to be explained to help you understand it better.

 I should say that this is taking place in the same universe as this OVA http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Fairy_Academy_-_Yankee-kun_and_Yankee-chan!_(Episode)  just a few months later. Obviously because Gajeel and Juvia are now students there. Though I have my own little twists here and there.

Regarding Capricorn and Virgo. You see the convo that Capricorn and Lucy have is the one Kim had with her dad in the movie. Since Lucy doesn't have any parents, I gave that dialogue to Capricorn. Who btw is human in this. All the Celestial Spirits are. Also him being the school's guidance counselor is based how in the OVA the Spirits were members of the faculty. I just made Virgo be a secretary because I thought it would fit her better.  

 As such Aries is given Kim's mom's dialogue from the movie.

 Zombie Werewolves vs Zombie Vampires. I just combined the 3 paranormal creatures that everyone has been obsessing over the past couple of years and combined them all together.

 The exceeds will act like normal everyday cats. No talking. Also now you know the full story of why Happy is blue in this universe.

 So the part where Natsu is walking backwards, you see Ron in the series rides a scooter, and I wanted to keep Natsu's motion sickness in. (though really it will never come up in this story, but still) so I just made this up. Though to be fair Natsu would probably do something stupid like that.

 "The Language of Levy" is supposed to be a pun of "Monique Speak" from the movie.

 The love rival appears. Yes I kept his name as Eric. Probably because it's so generic. Just keep in mind that he's not a Synthodrone. And that's all your getting. In the words of River Song… "Spoilers."

~Lucy’s POV~        Soon the end of the school day had arrived. Students were bustling in and out of the hallways, getting stuff out of their lockers, and meeting up with friends to hang out with after school. As for Lucy, she was at her own locker taking out her books and putting them in her schoolbag. Packing up, she overheard Erza talking on her cellphone.    “Jellal, you are going to look so handsome in your tux,” she said. So she’s talking to her boyfriend, then. Lucy thought to herself. She closed the door to her locker and leaned against the cold metal. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Gray and Juvia walking and holding hands. Lucy sighed, and feeling discouraged hung her head. As she was walking away she heard a voice called out to her. “Hey! Lucy!” Natsu shouted as he ran up to her. “Natsu, what’s up?” Lucy said trying to sound upbeat. “So, are you ready for our movie night tonight? I got Zombie Werewolves vs. Zombie Vampires on DVD.” he said with a huge grin on his face. “Um, actually Natsu, I’m-“ “What?” “I’m just going to head home.” “Oh, okay, cool.” Lucy started to walk away when all of a sudden Natsu said, “Hey, Luce. I think I know why you’re so upset.” Lucy turned around with bright eyes and exclaimed, “You do?” “Yeah, it’s because I almost got you in trouble with Mr. C, this morning,” he said sheepishly. “Oh, no it’s okay.” Lucy said waving her hands in front of her. “I’m used to that.” Natsu smiled at her. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday then?” he asked. “Yeah, see you then.”    On Monday Lucy went to see the school’s guidance counselor, Mr. Capricorn. He was an older man around 50 years of age with a small white beard who always wore sunglasses. Lucy sat in the waiting room, swinging her legs back and forth while she sat in a chair. Ms. Virgo, the secretary, tapped her on the shoulder and she stopped swinging her legs. “He’s ready to see you now,” she said. “Thanks.” Lucy said as she got up and headed for the office. She opened the door and as she did, Mr. Capricorn exclaimed, “Ah! Miss Heartfillia! Please have a seat.” “Thank you.” Lucy said. Lucy took a seat and Mr. Capricorn started asking her questions. “So, how is everything? Any troubles with your school work?” “No, everything is fine.” “Is there anything you want to talk about?” “Well, there is one thing that’s been bugging me lately.” “I’m all ears.” “It’s about boys.” Mr. Capricorn stared at her nervously. “Oh, um…” “Boys and dating?” “Well, er…” Mr. Capricorn cleared his throat. “Ms. Virgo would you please come here?” Ms. Virgo came into the office. “Yes, sir?” “Please take Miss Heartfillia to the nurse’s office. She doesn’t feel well.” “I feel fine.” Lucy insisted. “Miss Heartfillia, please just go.” “Alright, then.” Lucy said knowing it was no use arguing.    When Lucy had gotten to the Nurse’s office she was so confused. “Hi Lucy!” the nurse greeted her. “Hi, Aries.” Lucy greeted her back. Ms. Aries was the school’s nurse. She was a young woman with bubble-gum pink hair that curled at the bottom and she had big brown eyes. She and Lucy were really close, so they called each other by their first names. “What brings you to my office?” she asked. “I’m not sure. I was in Mr. Capricorn’s office and I brought up the subject of boys and dating, then he told me to come here.” Aries giggled. “Oh, I think he did that because he’s really not comfortable talking about stuff like that.” “Oh.” Lucy said finally understanding. “Would you like to talk to me about it?” Soon all the frustrations that she had bottled up inside came pouring out. “Okay, so the Spring Formal is coming up but I didn’t know about it. So all my friends have dates and I don’t. And there’s nobody else in the entire school that I can go with. And…and I’m gonna end up with Natsu!” she said all in one breath. Aries blinked a couple of times. “Just calm down, Lucy,” she assured her. “I don’t see what the crisis is. He’s a very nice guy.” Lucy put her face in her hands. “Aries, he’s not a guy. He’s Natsu.” “So, as a friend he’s okay?” Aries asked. “Well, yeah. He’s my best friend.” “But he’s not boyfriend material.” “Obviously.” “And that’s because?” “You see the person you go with, it makes a statement.”    Suddenly a voice said, “I don’t have a date yet.” Lucy jumped up in a surprise. “Really, Loke you don’t have a date?” Aries asked. Lucy turned around and saw Loke, the school’s resident playboy. He was always trying to get Lucy to go on a date with him. “So, what do you say Lucy? Wanna be my date?” he asked her. “I already told you Loke, I don’t like you that way, but thanks for offering.” “Oh, okay then.” “Why are you in the nurse’s office in the first place?” “Stomachache, but I’m feeling better now.” “I’ll write both of you passes back to class.” “Thanks Aries.” “Yeah, thanks.”    Lucy was walking in the hallway, when the bell rang for lunch. She saw Levy at her locker and ran up to her. “Hi, Levy-chan,” she said. “What’s up girl?” Levy asked. “I just wanted to say you were right.” “I know. What was I right about?” “About the dance. Why should I skip a night of having fun with my friends? Besides, Natsu and I are cool.” “Stand by your Natsu.” “And he’s…” she was cut off when she saw Natsu walking backwards towards them. “Filled with child-like wonder,” she said despondently. “You know, this is really fun.” Natsu said. Soon a blue cat popped out of Natsu’s backpack. “Natsu, why did you bring Happy to school?” Lucy asked him. “I didn’t. He must have crawled into my backpack when I wasn’t looking.” Lucy shook her head. “We’ll see you at lunch.” “Later, Natsu.” “Keep it real, ladies.” ~Natsu’s POV~        As Lucy and Levy headed for the Cafeteria, Natsu walked backwards all the way to his locker. He just arrived when he bumped into someone and fell to the ground. “Ah! What the hell?!” he shouted. When he got up and dusted himself off, he saw a random guy standing there. He had medium length straight brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, and was tall. “Uh, dude? You’re standing in front of my locker.” Natsu said angrily. The guy said “Oh, I’m sorry man. I didn’t know. I’m new here and I…” Natsu instantly changed his attitude. “Why didn’t you say so? Welcome to Fairy Tail High! I’m Natsu, Natsu Dragneel,” he said while putting his hand to shake. The guy grabbed his hand and gave it a healthy pump. “Hey, I’m Eric,” he introduced himself. All of sudden Happy started sniffing Eric’s sneakers. “Is that cat, blue?” he asked. “Yeah, he fell into a bucket of paint when he was a kitten while we’re painting my sister’s room and we could never wash it out of him.” “That is so cool.” Eric said excitedly. “Really? You think so?” “Totally.” “I think we’re going to get along just fine. “ Natsu said.    Later Natsu and Eric arrived at lunch. “So this is the Cafeteria.” Natsu said showing Eric the ropes. As they were getting their food from the lunch line, Eric spotted someone. “Who’s that?” he asked Natsu. Natsu saw whom he was pointing to and said, “Oh that’s Lucy.” As they dragged their trays along, Eric asked, “So, you know her?” "Yeah, we’re tight!” “Hooked up?” “Ew! Lucy and me? No, no, no! We’ve just been friends since we were 10, but not like that. Besides she's….” “A major hottie.” Natsu slammed his tray down and looked Eric straight in the eye and said, “Okay! Let’s never talk about her that way ever again!” Eric was taken aback, but said “Whatever you say.”    As Natsu walked up to sit with Lucy and Levy, Eric was right behind him. “Hey, Natsu.” Lucy said. She all of sudden got dreamy eyed when she saw Eric. “H-hi,” she said nervously. “Eric, my good man. Pull up a chair and-“Natsu stopped as Eric took the seat right next to Lucy. “Heh isn’t that funny?” he said. “Actually that’s my chair. Not that my name’s on it.” Eric looked at Lucy and said, “Hey, I’m Eric. How you doin?” Levy suddenly said. “Girl, I just went from “So” to “Whoa!” “Huh?” Eric looked confused. “It takes a while to learn the Language of Levy” Lucy explained. “Well, what about you?” Eric asked while smiling at her. “W-what about me?” Lucy asked shyly while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.    Natsu was still standing with a frown on his face when he pulled a chair from underneath another student who fell to the ground. “Hey!” he yelled. Natsu ignored him as he pulled his chair right between Eric and Lucy. “Oh, that Luce! She’s such a kidder! Did I mention we’ve been friends since middle school? Good times. Good times!” he exclaimed as he knocked his drink over spilling it everywhere. The others just stared at him with blank expressions on their faces. Natsu’s face began to fall as he said to himself, “I feel as though a loop has just been formed and I’m not in it.”

Characters belong to Hiro Mashima. Story and Eric belong to @purplestarkatz93

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Updated Queue!

Happy Wednesday folks! We’ve overcome a lot this week (I’m thinking mainly just Monday and Tuesday)! Here we are! Time for the updated queue segment! Sorry I’m only down to three a day right now, but finals are upon us as well as a vacation coming up so I’m trying to get ahead! Anyway... enjoy!

Today- William Nylander- fight/make up and smut

              Victor Hedman- older, trying to learn Swedish

Thursday 5/4- Auston Matthews- annoyed by energy

              JVR- fight and first I love yous

               AJ Greer- call up to the Avs

Friday 5/5- Noah Hanifin- free reign

               Nate Schmidt- baby fluff

              Connor Brown- smut

              Tyler Seguin- Mitch trying to set his sister up with Matt Martin

Saturday 5/6- Dylan Larkin- road trip panic attack

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Ben Hutton- reads to kids

Sunday 5/7- Ben Hutton- meet and greet fan experience

              Morgan Rielly- truth or dare smut

              Drew Doughty- embarrassed after fight

Monday 5/8- Alex Galchenyuk- protective and fights

              Patrik Laine- tries to convince sister Jets are better (probably going to                 be a multiparter not gonna lie)

              Jakob Chychrun- insomnia and nightmare

Tuesday 5/9- Auston Matthews- unknown feelings and jealous

             JVR- with KIDS and pregnant

              Miles Wood- Jealous smut

Wednesday 5/10- Sebastian Aho- pregnant and about to give birth 

             Auston Matthews- Takes care of reader after skating injury

              Tom Wilson- fight smut

Thursday 5/11- Tyler Seguin- picks on insecurities accidentally

              Andre Burakovsky- broken up but dance at a party

              Miles Wood- smut

              Tom Wilson- DWTS jealousy

Friday 5/12- Artturi Lehkonen- embarrassed in front of good friend Gally

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Chris Kreider- Stepan behind the mic couples interview

Saturday 5/13- Connor McDavid- dating famous singer

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Carter Hart- helping him after WJC loss

Sunday 5/14- Kevin Hayes- pregnant but new relationship

             Tyler Seguin- shower smut

                Dylan Strome- free reign

Monday 5/15- Auston Matthews- Bathwater by No Doubt

              Jake Virtanen- smut

              Brendan Gallagher- going home and running into everyone you know

Tuesday 5/16- Auston Matthews- On my own from Les Mis

              Carter Hart- Smut

              William Nylander- Furies player whos there when Leafs clinch playoff                   spot

Wednesday 5/17- Connor McDavid- Stuck in an elevator

              Auston Matthews- clinched playoff smut

              Alex Nylander- NHL debut

Thursday 5/18- Brendan Gallagher- singer and Gally gets dreamy

              Morgan Rielly- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates

              William Nylander- cheating on girlfriend with you

Friday 5/19- Kasperi Kapanen- First NHL goal

              Tyler Seguin- smut before game

              Morgan Rielly- little spoon

Saturday 5/20- Dylan Larkin- friends don’t like him

              Andre Burakovsky- he gets insecure

              Mitch Marner- distant fight and make up

Sunday 5/21- Alex Nylander- Blind date

              William Nylander- dirty while on the phone

              Auston Matthews- dance party

Monday 5/22- Matthew Tkachuk- fight and spend day apart

              Sam Reinhart- smut

              Tyler Seguin- fun date

Tuesday 5/23- Auston Matthews- matchmakers

              Aaron Ekblad- son is 1st overall pick

              Jimmy Vesey- Broadway Hamilton practice

Wednesday 5/24- Dmytro Timashov- free reign

              Jakob Chychrun- smut

              Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday 5/25- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

              Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Connor Brown or Zach                             Hyman)- mother of group

              Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday 5/26- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

              William Nylander- shower smut/cute

              Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday 5/27- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

              FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

              Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday 5/28- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

              Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

              Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday 5/29- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

              Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

              Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday 5/30- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

              Rich Clune- smut

              Connor Brown- playoff beard

Wednesday 5/31- Carter Hart- tries cheesy pickup lines

              Tyler Seguin- smut

              William Nylander- I love you while drunk

Thursday 6/1- Alex Wennberg- plane crash

              JJ Piccinich- last home game win fluff/smut

              Jakub Vrana- fluffy free reign

Friday 6/2- Downtown Connor Brown- meet and greet and surprised you like him

              Jonathan Toews- smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- you have a stutter

Saturday 6/3- Freddie Andersen- playoffs

               Andre Burakovsky- 21st bday jealousy fluff/smut

               Connor Murphy- talking about the future

Sunday 6/4- Matthew Tkachuk- falls asleep with baby bro fluff

              Morgan Rielly- smut being caught

              Alex Nylander- friend breakup worries

Monday 6/5- Sidney Crosby- teen son from previous relationship

              William Nylander- doesn’t know you’re a virgin

              Jimmy Vesey- friends set you up

Tuesday 6/6- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

              Chris Kreider- smut

              Mitch Marner- insecure about love

Wednesday 6/7- Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

              Freddie Andersen- smut

              William Nylander- playoff beard

Thursday 6/8- Downtown Connor Brown- playoff beard

              Alex Wennberg- super smutty XD

              Jordie Benn- expecting first child

Friday 6/9- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Sebastian Aho- team finds out about you through Instagram

Saturday 6/10- Brady Skjei- makes her sing for him

              Martin Jones- free rein

              Alex Wennberg- nervous about telling him youre pregnant

Sunday 6/11- Brendan Gallagher- wearing a Chucky jersey

              Connor McDavid- Family is Sabres fans

              Tom Wilson- The first time again part 2

Monday 6/12- Matt Martin- jealous

              Kasperi Kapanen- celebration smut

              Auston Matthews- jealous of basketball team

Tuesday 6/13- Jakob Chychrun- boys and girls club

              Kasperi Kapanen- smut someone overhears you

              Martin Jones/Sidney Crosby- Skin by Rihanna

Wednesday 6/14- Derick Brassard- pregnant during playoffs

              Brendan Gallagher- calm down (wink wink) during playoffs XD

              Any Rangers player- John Green quote

Thursday 6/15- Andre Burakovsky- friends with Patrick Kane

              Andre Burakovsky- protective from man in bar (no one knows)

              Morgan Rielly- large age gap

Friday 6/16- AJ Greer- Beach volleyball for team Canada

              Colton Parayko- doesn’t know you speak English

              Mitch Marner- Sees self harm scars

Saturday 6/17- Auston Matthews- both busy but make it to sons game

              Auston Matthews- smut doesn’t like Dylan

              Carter Hart- A million reasons by Lady Gaga

Sunday 6/18- Mikkeal Boedker- run into each other at grocery store

              Alex Galchenyuk- smut same circles but never met

              Jeff Skinner/Justin Faulk- harassed/assaulted and they save you

Monday 6/19- Connor McDavid/Mitch Marner- Late Late show about song

              Austin Matthews- jealousy birthday smut

              Any Caps player- political law firm but then player gets traded

Tuesday 6/20- Zach Hyman- proposes through book

              Brady Skjei- celebration smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- Secret Love song by Little Mix

Wednesday 6/21- Mitch Marner- messes up Valentines day

              William Nylander- car smut

              Any player- your teenage son is gay and introducing you to first                           boyfriend

Thursday 6/22- Jacob Trouba- Part 2 of Walk in the Park

              Andre Burakovsky- broke up and reunited at Casino night smut

              Auston Matthews- African dancer and he gets jealous

Friday 6/23- Kasperi Kapanen- tutoring him in college

              Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              Auston Matthews- teammate finds sex toys (ropes)

Saturday 6/24- Morgan Rielly- one of the guys Morgan’s overprotective and                        jealous

              Artemi Panarin- tired of being called cute smut

              Morgan Rielly- escape Leafs event and find each other

Sunday 6/25- Dmytro Timashov- watch scary movies

              Artemi Panarin- love the sounds  you make smut

              Alex Galchenyuk- Chasing Ghosts by Against the Current

Monday 6/26- Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              William Nylander- first time smut

              Sidney Crosby- damsel in distress

Tuesday 6/27- Taylor Hall- transition from Edmonton to NJ

              Rasmus Ristolainen- fluff

              Auston Matthews- yeast infection and dr visit

Wednesday 6/28- Leon Draisaitl- getting ejected during A PLAYOFF GAME

              Oliver Ekman-Larsson- love at first sight

              Alec Martinez- Cinco de Mayo festivities

Thursday 6/29- Auston Matthews- tired and clingy

              Jordie Benn- wants to be a family with you and daughter

              Auston Matthews- jealous of Laine

Friday 6/30- Auston Matthews- bad day brings food (my kind of man)

              William Nylander- snaps boredom Willy takes to fair

              Johnny Gaudreau- cheer him up after getting swept

Saturday 7/1- Jo Drouin- sitting front row at a game

              Brandon Montour- get into a fight

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Sunday 7/2- Auston Matthews/Sidney Crosby- autoimmune disease

              Steven Stamkos- free reign

              Brenden Dillon/Timo Meier- free reign

Monday 7/3- Jakob Silfverberg- for noranihilia

              Aaron Ekblad- free reign

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Tuesday 7/4- Brent Burns- free reign

              Roman Josi- free reign

              Martin Jones- free reign

Wednesday 7/5- Chris Tierney- free reign

              Nikita Kucherov- free reign

              Mikael Granlund- cute/fluffy

Thursday 7/6- Jonathan Marchessault- free reign

              Nino Niederreiter- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- avoid feelings talk and he thinks you don’t like him

Friday 7/7- Charlie Coyle- Lipstick part two

              Brendan Gallagher- angry/hate each other smut

              Auston Matthews- you do his makeup and Mitch puts it on Instagram

Saturday 7/8- Auston Matthews- you’re sick and he and Mitch take care of you                 and your kid

              William Nylander- wearing something that turns him on unknowingly

              Pekka Rine- celebrate sweeping Hawks

Sunday 7/9- William Nylander- free reign about butt and thighs

              Auston Matthews- meeting friend who doesn’t like the Leafs

              Sidney Crosby- wakes up and mutters I love you a lot

Monday 7/10- Artemi Panarin- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- part of the group but he likes you but just friends

              Colton Parayko- bffs and in car accident and he tells you feelings

Tuesday 7/11- William Nylander- same height insecurities

              Ben Hutton- fluffy smut

              Mitch Marner- gf has chronic migraines

Wednesday 7/12- Alex Nylander- faking hickies prank

              Tyler Seguin- Company by Justin Bieber

              Auston Matthews- Gaston song with his name and he loves it (in secret)

Thursday 7/13- Sean Monahan- after wrist surgery

              Morgan Rielly- fluffy/funny butt touching

              Mats Zuccarello- free reign

Friday 7/14- Auston Matthews- Toronto Furies, play Aus to see who better player                is

              Jakub Vrana- part two of Doughnuts

              Mitch Marner- making fun of passion over el clasico

Saturday 7/15- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Alex Galchenyuk- smut

              Sam Reinhart- season ticket holder, sees you at the game

Sunday 7/16- Morgan Rielly- after getting knocked out of the playoffs

              William Nylander- happy with himself after seeing scratches

              Mikael Granlund- gives goal pucks to his son

Monday 7/17- Morgan Rielly- They Don’t Know about Us by One Direction

              William Nylander- sees bruises after sex (non-smut) and he feels guilty

              Jamie Oleksiak- taking son to meet the team

Tuesday 7/18- Andre Burakovsky- meets at a charity event, sees again later                     when he has a gf (probably also a multiparter

              Leon Draisaitl- dominant hot smut

              William Karlsson- ILYSB by LANY

Wednesday 7/19- Nazem Kadri- hit on Ovi

              Leon Draisaitl- smut after finishing exams/graduation

              Auston Matthews- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates                    smut

Thursday 7/20- Auston Matthews- getting knocked out of playoffs and shutting                            you out so he doesn’t take anger/sadness/frustration out on you

              Michael Latta- Smut hot when he fights

              Jonathan Toews- sequel to I’ll say yes for toews19

Friday 7/21- Andre Burakovsky- sleeping and he steals the sheets

              Auston Matthews- argues about dishes

              Andre Burakovsky- surprising you at graduation

Saturday 7/22- William Nylander- sleeping and someone posts a picture

              Michael Latta- smut angry after game and takes it out on you

              Tom Wilson- club and Tom gets jealous, heated

Sunday 7/23- Adam McQuaid- overprotective of gay son

              Zach Fucale- smut after not seeing each other for awhile and she wears                   his jersey for first time

              Milan Lucic- visiting with Bruins over the summer

Monday 7/24- Auston Matthews- thinks shes cheating and comes after her after                 fight

              Auston Matthews- riding his thighs dirty

              Auston/Willy/Mo/Freddie/Kappy choice- insecure about height/speaking              Spanish/ Take on the World by You Me at Six, or Speakers by Sam Hunt

Tuesday 7/25- Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else part two

              Claude Giroux/any Flyers player- partying with team and blurts feelings               while tipsy

              William Nylander- reader talks Swedish and Willy loves it (heated)

Wednesday 7/26- Auston Matthews- friend but he wants more but you’re unsure                 of his reputation

              Tyler Seguin- nsfw sumt

                 Dylan Strome- Dive by Ed Sheeran

Thursday 7/27- Sebastian Aho- free reign

              Tyler Seguin- based off his IG “love me” trying to get your attention

              Mikael Granlund- he thinks you’re dating him for his money

Friday 7/28- Tyler Seguin- part 2 of Orders

              Alex Nylander- smut

              Tyler Seguin- friends dancing and he flirty teases you

Saturday 7/29- Jakob Chychrun- teaching kids to skate

              Auston Matthews- smut based off of Fire and Desire by Drake

              Connor McDavid- AHL ex who won’t stop bothering you

Sunday 7/30- Brendan Gallagher- meeting family for the first time

              Dylan McIlrath- free reign fluff/steam

              Auston Matthews- muscular and self conscious about it

Monday 7/31- Auston Matthews- field hockey player stages of relationship

              Dylan Strome- congratulate him after winning Western Conference

              Sam Reinhart- You’re Here part two

Tuesday 8/1- Auston Matthews- act like they hate each other, but really in love

              Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly (probably Mo)- scavenger hunt                            fluff/steam

              Colton Parayko- smut comforting

Wednesday 8/2- Morgan Rielly- trying to get him to unwind after game by being                  a distraction

              William Nylander- long lost buddies and run into each other while out                   with team

              Mitch Marner- dark; abuse, cutting, mental health problems

Thursday 8/3- Auston Matthews- convinces him to go to country music festival

              David Pastrnak- cute and fluffy

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Updated Queue!

Here we are folks... Wednesday! A lot of good stuff coming up (and hopefully no more road blocks!)... Also playoffs!... Crap. Ugh worst time of the year! Anyway...

Guys so my computer farted on me at work last night and so I think someone messaged me with a request, but I lost it so look through the list and if your request is not there... please tell me! Not trying to avoid it or forget it! Just can’t remember what it was!!!!

Until Saturday guys... Here you go:

Today- Max Domi- smut

                 Morgan Rielly- juggling while grocery shopping

Thursday- Matthew Tkachuk- Calgary Inferno player

              Jakob Chychrun- smut

               Mitch Marner- fans are being mean

Friday- Elias Lindhom- doesn’t want to ruin friendship

                 Alex Wennberg- steamy/smut

                   Artemi Panarin- pregnant with signs

Saturday- Tom Wilson- based off of First Time song

                 Sidney Crosby- post Stanley cup smut

                 Andre- Hang Out part two smutty

               Tyler Seguin- famous social media person

Sunday- Jeff Skinner- blushing couple

                Auston Matthews- smut

               Andre Burakovsky- teasing about his hair

Monday- JVR- Taylor ham vs pork roll

              Dylan Strome- fluffy/smutty free reign XD

               Dylan Larkin- makes fun of trait

Tuesday- Morgan Rielly- WITH KIDS

                 Andre Burakovsky- bringing him to Flyers fam reunion

                Carter Hart- comforting you after TV character death

Wednesday- Josh Anderson- date at bowling alley

                Mitch Marner- teases him about gf being badass

               William Nylander- jealous Willy over accident

Thursday- Mikko Rantanen- comforting after stress

                Jimmy Vesey- Hank’s sister/pro snowboarder

Friday- Jakob Chychrun/Dylan Strome- angst about being plus size

                  Any player- Lipstick by Dan and Shay

Saturday- William Nylander- Jealous of guyfriend

                    Alex Nylander- Willy sees a nude

Sunday- Auston Matthews- first pet name

                William Nylander- insecure about dating an older woman

                 Mitch Marner- sees a teammate naked

Monday- Mitch Marner- Catches you rapping

                 Andre Burakovsky- hit him in the balls

                Sebastian Aho- argues in Finnish

Tuesday- Derek Grant- taking relationship public

                 Colton Parayko- free reign

Wednesday- Dylan Strome- dyes hair for playoffs

                     Leon Draisaitl- kids

Thursday- Travis Konecny- free reign

                    Auston Matthews- Team posts pictures of you

                Beau Bennett- Seeing each other again after 10 years

Friday- Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn- art teacher

               William Nylander- being interrupted

               Jeff Skinner- cuddles and takes you to a game

Saturday- Jake Virtanen- sees reader dancing and gets horny

               Sebasatian Aho- Hell and Back by Andrew Garcia

             Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else by The 1975

Sunday- Josh Anderson- Oblivious about girls

                 Leon Draisaitl- meeting friends/teammates

Monday- Jamie Oleksiak- Percentage sequel

             Tyler Seguin- angsty breakup before deployment

Tuesday- Mikael Granlund- thinks you’re dating him for money

            Alex Nylander- taking someone to a wedding to make him jealous

                Andre Burakovsky- shy meeting the team

Wednesday- Morgan Rielly- car accident

            JVR- team photo proposal

             Artemi Panarin- first date nerves

Thursday- Mitch Marner- best friends

            Andre Burakovsky- go out to celebrate after a win

Friday- Jakob Chychrun- Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor

            Connor McDavid- surprise smut after playoff spot clinched

Saturday- Andre Burakovsky- How they met for the first time

              Leon Draisaitl- smut

              Brendan Gallagher- get jealous of Chucky

Sunday- Patrik Laine- impressed by brother’s skills

              Olli Maatta- nervous and rambles in Finnish

              Jakob Chychrun- Scary movie

Monday- Brendan Gallagher- cute and cuddly free reign

              William Nylander- fight/make up and smut

              Victor Hedman- older, trying to learn Swedish

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- annoyed by energy

              JVR- fight and first I love yous

Wednesday- AJ Greer- call up to the Avs

              Noah Hanifin- free reign

Thursday- Nate Schmidt- baby fluff

              Connor Brown- smut

              Tyler Seguin- Mitch trying to set his sister up with Matt Martin

Friday- Dylan Larkin- road trip panic attack

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Ben Hutton- reads to kids

Saturday- Ben Hutton- meet and greet fan experience

              Morgan Rielly- truth or dare smut

              Drew Doughty- embarrassed after fight

Sunday- Alex Galchenyuk- protective and fights

              Patrik Laine- tries to convince sister Jets are better (probably going to be a multiparter not gonna lie)

Monday- Jakob Chychrun- insomnia and nightmare

              Auston Matthews- unknown feelings and jealous

Tuesday- JVR- with KIDS and pregnant

              Miles Wood- Jealous smut

              Sebastian Aho- pregnant and about to give birth

Wednesday- Auston Matthews- Takes care of reader after skating injury

              Tom Wilson- fight smut

              Tyler Seguin- picks on insecurities accidentally

Thursday- Andre Burakovsky- broken up but dance at a party

              Miles Wood- smut

              Tom Wilson- DWTS jealousy

Friday- Artturi Lehkonen- embarrassed in front of good friend Gally

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Chris Kreider- Stepan behind the mic couples interview

Saturday- Connor McDavid- dating famous singer

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Carter Hart- helping him after WJC loss

Sunday- Kevin Hayes- pregnant but new relationship

            Tyler Seguin- shower smut

             Dylan Strome- free reign

Monday- Auston Matthews- Bathwater by No Doubt

           Jake Virtanen- smut

            Brendan Gallagher- going home and running into everyone you know

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- On my own from Les Mis

              Carter Hart- Smut

              William Nylander- Furies player whos there when Leafs clinch playoff spot

Wednesday- Connor McDavid- Stuck in an elevator

              Auston Matthews- clinched playoff smut

              Alex Nylander- NHL debut

Thursday- Brendan Gallagher- singer and Gally gets dreamy

              Morgan Rielly- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates

              William Nylander- cheating on girlfriend with you

Friday- Kasperi Kapanen- First NHL goal

              Tyler Seguin- smut before game

              Morgan Rielly- little spoon

Saturday- Dylan Larkin- friends don’t like him

              Andre Burakovsky- he gets insecure

              Mitch Marner- distant fight and make up

Sunday- Alex Nylander- Blind date

              William Nylander- dirty while on the phone

              Auston Matthews- dance party

Monday- Matthew Tkachuk- fight and spend day apart

              Sam Reinhart- smut

              Tyler Seguin- fun date

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- matchmakers

              Aaron Ekblad- son is 1st overall pick

              Jimmy Vesey- Broadway Hamilton practice

Wednesday- Dmytro Timashov- free reign

              Jakob Chychrun- smut

              Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

              Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Connor Brown or Zach Hyman)- mother of group

              Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

              William Nylander- shower smut/cute

              Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

              FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

              Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

              Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

              Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

              Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

              Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

              Rich Clune- smut

              Tyler Seguin- smut

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Updated Queue!

Happy Saturday everyone! May all your teams be doing well and not causing you a coronary like mine are! Once again a few notes before we get down to business!

One: Ok I am so sorry but last night at work was terrible so ANDRE BURAKOVSKY HAS BEEN MOVED TO TOMORROW! I’m really sorry guys I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer to finish it!

Two: My Martin Jones requestee... did you have a prompt or just Martin?

Three: I still have part three of Damsel in Distress to write!!! It’s coming I promise!

Ok now on to the part you really want!

Today- Sidney Crosby- post Stanley cup smut

            Tyler Seguin- famous social media person

Sunday- Jeff Skinner- blushing couple

             Andre- Hang Out part two smutty

             Auston Matthews- smut

            Andre Burakovsky- teasing about his hair

Monday- JVR- Taylor ham vs pork roll

            Dylan Strome- fluffy/smutty free reign XD

             Dylan Larkin- makes fun of trait

Tuesday- Morgan Rielly- WITH KIDS

            Andre Burakovsky- bringing him to Flyers fam reunion

          Carter Hart- comforting you after TV character death

Wednesday- Josh Anderson- date at bowling alley

         Mitch Marner- teases him about gf being badass

          William Nylander- jealous Willy over accident

Thursday- Mikko Rantanen- comforting after stress

         Jimmy Vesey- Hank’s sister/pro snowboarder

Friday- Jakob Chychrun/Dylan Strome- angst about being plus size

           Any player- Lipstick by Dan and Shay

Saturday- William Nylander- Jealous of guyfriend

             Alex Nylander- Willy sees a nude

Sunday- Auston Matthews- first pet name

            William Nylander- insecure about dating an older woman

            Mitch Marner- sees a teammate naked

Monday- Mitch Marner- Catches you rapping

             Andre Burakovsky- hit him in the balls

           Sebastian Aho- argues in Finnish

Tuesday- Derek Grant- taking relationship public

           Colton Parayko- free reign

Wednesday- Dylan Strome- dyes hair for playoffs

          Leon Draisaitl- kids

Thursday- Travis Konecny- free reign

           Auston Matthews- Team posts pictures of you

           Beau Bennett- Seeing each other again after 10 years

Friday- Tyler Seguin/Jamie Benn- art teacher

           William Nylander- being interrupted

           Jeff Skinner- cuddles and takes you to a game

Saturday- Jake Virtanen- sees reader dancing and gets horny

            Sebasatian Aho- Hell and Back by Andrew Garcia

          Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else by The 1975

Sunday- Josh Anderson- Oblivious about girls

            Leon Draisaitl- meeting friends/teammates

Monday- Jamie Oleksiak- Percentage sequel

           Tyler Seguin- angsty breakup before deployment

Tuesday- Mikael Granlund- thinks you’re dating him for money

           Alex Nylander- taking someone to a wedding to make him jealous

          Andre Burakovsky- shy meeting the team

Wednesday- Morgan Rielly- car accident

           JVR- team photo proposal

          Artemi Panarin- first date nerves

Thursday- Mitch Marner- best friends

           Andre Burakovsky- go out to celebrate after a win

Friday- Jakob Chychrun- Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor

           Connor McDavid- surprise smut after playoff spot clinched

Saturday- Andre Burakovsky- How they met for the first time

              Leon Draisaitl- smut

              Brendan Gallagher- get jealous of Chucky

Sunday- Patrik Laine- impressed by brother’s skills

              Olli Maatta- nervous and rambles in Finnish

              Jakob Chychrun- Scary movie

Monday- Brendan Gallagher- cute and cuddly free reign

              William Nylander- fight/make up and smut

              Victor Hedman- older, trying to learn Swedish

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- annoyed by energy

              JVR- fight and first I love yous

Wednesday- AJ Greer- call up to the Avs

              Noah Hanifin- free reign

Thursday- Nate Schmidt- baby fluff

              Connor Brown- smut

              Tyler Seguin- Mitch trying to set his sister up with Matt Martin

Friday- Dylan Larkin- road trip panic attack

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Ben Hutton- reads to kids

Saturday- Ben Hutton- meet and greet fan experience

              Morgan Rielly- truth or dare smut

              Drew Doughty- embarrassed after fight

Sunday- Alex Galchenyuk- protective and fights

              Patrik Laine- tries to convince sister Jets are better (probably going to be a multiparter not gonna lie)

Monday- Jakob Chychrun- insomnia and nightmare

              Auston Matthews- unknown feelings and jealous

Tuesday- JVR- with KIDS and pregnant

              Miles Wood- Jealous smut

              Sebastian Aho- pregnant and about to give birth

Wednesday- Auston Matthews- Takes care of reader after skating injury

              Tom Wilson- fight smut

              Tyler Seguin- picks on insecurities accidentally

Thursday- Andre Burakovsky- broken up but dance at a party

              Miles Wood- smut

              Tom Wilson- DWTS jealousy

Friday- Artturi Lehkonen- embarrassed in front of good friend Gally

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Chris Kreider- Stepan behind the mic couples interview

Saturday- Connor McDavid- dating famous singer

              Auston Matthews- smut

              Carter Hart- helping him after WJC loss

Sunday- Kevin Hayes- pregnant but new relationship

              Tyler Seguin- shower smut

            Dylan Strome- free reign

Monday- Auston Matthews- Bathwater by No Doubt

            Jake Virtanen- smut

          Brendan Gallagher- going home and running into everyone you know

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- On my own from Les Mis

              Carter Hart- Smut

              William Nylander- Furies player whos there when Leafs clinch playoff spot

Wednesday- Connor McDavid- Stuck in an elevator

              Auston Matthews- clinched playoff smut

              Alex Nylander- NHL debut

Thursday- Brendan Gallagher- singer and Gally gets dreamy

              Morgan Rielly- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates

              William Nylander- cheating on girlfriend with you

Friday- Kasperi Kapanen- First NHL goal

              Tyler Seguin- smut before game

              Morgan Rielly- little spoon

Saturday- Dylan Larkin- friends don’t like him

              Andre Burakovsky- he gets insecure

              Mitch Marner- distant fight and make up

Sunday- Alex Nylander- Blind date

              William Nylander- dirty while on the phone

              Auston Matthews- dance party

Monday- Matthew Tkachuk- fight and spend day apart

              Sam Reinhart- smut

              Tyler Seguin- fun date

Tuesday- Auston Matthews- matchmakers

              Aaron Ekblad- son is 1st overall pick

              Jimmy Vesey- Broadway Hamilton practice

Wednesday- Dmytro Timashov- free reign

              Jakob Chychrun- smut

              Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

              Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Zach Hyman)- mother of group

              Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

              William Nylander- shower smut/cute

              Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

              FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

              Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

              Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

              Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

              Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

              Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

              Rich Clune- smut

              Connor Brown- playoff beard

Wednesday- Carter Hart- tries cheesy pickup lines

              Tyler Seguin- smut

              William Nylander- I love you while drunk

Thursday- Alex Wennberg- plane crash

              JJ Piccinich- last home game win fluff/smut

              Jakub Vrana- fluffy free reign

Friday- Downtown Connor Brown- meet and greet and surprised you like him

              Jonathan Toews- smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- you have a stutter

Saturday- Freddie Andersen- playoffs

              Andre Burakovsky- 21st bday jealousy fluff/smut

               Connor Murphy- talking about the future

Sunday- Matthew Tkachuk- falls asleep with baby bro fluff

              Morgan Rielly- smut being caught

              Alex Nylander- friend breakup worries

Monday- Sidney Crosby- teen son from previous relationship

              William Nylander- doesn’t know you’re a virgin

              Jimmy Vesey- friends set you up

Tuesday- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

              Chris Kreider- smut

              Mitch Marner- insecure about love

Wednesday- Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

              Freddie Andersen- smut

              William Nylander- playoff beard

Thursday- Downtown Connor Brown- playoff beard

              Alex Wennberg- super smutty XD

              Jordie Benn- expecting first child

Friday- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Sebastian Aho- team finds out about you through Instagram

Saturday- Brady Skjei- makes her sing for him

              Martin Jones- free rein

              Alex Wennberg- nervous about telling him youre pregnant