#shes a cute little girl with a heavy jersey accent in my mind

[androcola]

I think mike struggles to make real meaningful friendships outside of the main three guys, but the very few times he has it's always been with women so it leads everyone to think hes Dating these women and he gets so frustrated and he's like "can't a guy just be friends with a girl 😓"

[kennedyhateskanye]

Across the ellieverse

An: you guys ate up my horny looser!ellie??!!??? I’ve been silently consuming Ellie Williams smut fan fiction for like a year now and it’s so silly and fun that I wrote something that made people horny. Swear I’ll write another one once I perfect the concept in my little Neanderthal mind.

Concept: there are so many distinct versions of Ellie on here that you guys write about, and I am so attracted to each and every one of them. This is kind of a conglomerate of some of my favorites.

STRICTLY 18+

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Hockeyplayer!ellie who calls you a puck bunny and smacks your ass when you ride her thick strap, she’s got that hockey accent and it comes out stronger than usual when she’s inside of you. She pumps hard cause sports have turned her into someone so cocky and vain. It makes it feel even better when she gets off the ice after a rough game, yanking jerseys and shoving players to protect her goal tender. she takes her mouth gaurd out and pumped full of the pride from her fresh win, she fucks you doggy style in the locker room with her jersey between her teeth exposing her flexing abdominal muscles. Insists on you wearing something cute, but not too slutty to her games because she doesn’t need her teammates getting a peak up your skirt while they’re waiting in the box by the stands.

Looser!ellie who whimpers when she pushes her fingers inside you for the first time, practically drooling while she heavy breathes. She’s got a shocked look on her face the whole time, taking in the smell and taste of pussy since shes never experienced it before. Her plaid boxers are soaked when you let her play with your cunt. she whispers things like “oh my fuck” under her breath as she whines from the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing her fingers. The first time you two properly made out and she got to grope your tits, she was literally eyes blown wide mouth open. Her voice cracked as she said “mm is this okay” whimpering as she smooshed your tits together, SALAVATING at the sight. That night while you kissed sloppily she found herself rutting and against you in her jeans, she was so embarrassed but she just couldn’t help it.

Toxic!ellie who wants you to know she could have anyone she wants, when you argue she sends you the old photos she has in her my eyes only, of her fucking girls like they were an expendable commodity. She knew you’d be too jealous not to forgive her, afraid she’d go out and fuck some girl if you carried on pouting. While she pounds into you she presses down on your tummy, leans into your ear and sternly says “take it bitch”. You two were constantly on again off again, you’d make it a couple days without talking to her after your friends finally convinced you she was horrible for you, and to block her. then you’d get a text from a ‘text now’ number saying simply, “let me the fuck in, I’m at the side door.” She knows how addicted to her you are, and she makes sure to bring it up when she’s slamming you into the mattress, ass bent over the bed, and ripping your skirt up over your legs. “You know you can’t go without this dick, can you?” Of course, you give into her mind games “n-no! Fuck, mmmm I can’t go without it”

Pornstar!ellie who knows your the real star of the show, makes sure the livestream gets a good view of your pussy as she rubs your clit, smacks it, and asks the chat a series of questions. “Isn’t this pussy so pretty” “what should I do to it ?” “How long do you think she’d last if I tied and vibed her today, I know you guys fucking love that” “she won’t stop squirming, what should i do to make sure she sits still and shuts the fuck up, I’m trying to film”

[davidcxrenswet]

“ i can feel you staring at me . ”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught just staring at her, and in his defense it wasn’t like it was easy not to stare at her. Something about Mariana Diaz kind of just drew you in — You were forced to watch her as she just crossed a room. That pull was like a force of nature, something beyond Harvey’s control. A gravitational pull. She was the hot and molten core of his earth and he was just a pebble unable to push away from her. She wasn’t easy to ignore and Harvey just couldn’t help but gaze at her every chance he could. It wasn’t like it was a lewd stare — He wasn’t like the other boys in Barton Hollow. He’d made a promise, an internal pact, to never treat her like some object for his own personal pleasure. He would respect her as a woman, and furthermore a woman he cared deeply about. That meant being respectful and decent except in the few scenarios where it allowed for some coy, sensual flirtation. So yes, he did find himself unconsciously staring at her but it was only ever with a look of pure adoration. Most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it, not until she commented on it or looked directly back at him and questioned what he was looking at. It was just some unconscious reflex he couldn’t control. When there was a lull in whatever movie they were watching, or if he was reading a boring passage in a book, no matter what the situation Harvey would find his mind —and eye— wandering directly to Mariana, looking gorgeous and completely oblivious to the wonderment and awe in his warm gaze.

That very afternoon they were doing their usual “chill” post-school hang out. It started out with him picking her up from school with a coffee in hand and ended back in his bedroom, close in company while doing something separate. Mariana lounged back against the pillows on his queen sized bed wearing one of his old Lacrosse jerseys and not much else, idly flipping through a magazine while Harvey sat at the foot of the bed with his iPad and a dozen various google search tabs opened on safari. Research… for how to break centuries old blood pacts with demons. The usual stuff. They were mostly silent, not really interacting. Mariana occasionally stopped reading to pull out her phone and respond to messages, messages Harvey pretended to know nothing about. Every time she shifted, the collar of his shirt would move with her, sometimes sliding down over her shoulder so it peaked out from beneath the fabric, teasing him from where he sat at the foot of the bed. Another day he might have taken the moment to crawl over and divert her attention from her phone to his lips, to seize the opportunity and cuddle closer to her. Today was different. He wasn’t thinking about the way her body would feel pressed into his — he did his best not to dwell too hard on that anyway. He wasn’t really thinking much at all. He was going off some other instinct he couldn’t quite name, focusing on her and clearing his mind save for the weird way he was feeling at that moment. In his head it was her and only her, nothing else was really registering. It was almost like an out of body experience, he wasn't really aware of what he was doing or how he was moving. So when Mariana had spoken up, not even bothering to look away from her phone, he was caught completely off guard. How long had he been out of it?

“Oh… sorry, baby,” he’d said dumbly. The grin that followed was small but sheepish, barely enough to form shallow dimples in his cheeks. He almost turned his attention away from her, chastened by being caught observing her, but he didn’t. Instead Harvey just kept his gaze locked onto her, the sheepish grin changing into something softer and unknown as he just watched her some more. Evidently, Mariana knew he was still looking. Soon enough her eyes were on him, a questioning glance in the way she looked back at him. It would normally be enough to cause him to blush and look away, fumbling with his words for a second before recovering with some flirty little something to make the moment seem less awkward. He’d recover with a compliment on her beauty, which was always sincere given that even sitting there in one of his shirts she was still somehow the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. Or he’d make a joke about her “adorable resting bitch face” or inquire on what she was thinking because he was just burning with curiosity over what her microexpressions meant. Anything. He’d recover with just about anything… But today he was completely lost for words. “It’s just...”

He couldn’t quite describe what was going through his mind as he sat there looking at her; observing the lines of her face, counting the different shades of gold and green and brown that made up her hazel eyes, following the slope of her lips. Committing her face to memory though he’d already known it so well. It had almost felt like he was looking at it for the first time ever, really just looking at it. The more he stared at her, the more he felt this cloudy and heavy feeling inside his mind and chest, one that overwhelmed his every sense. He’d felt dizzy and light and dreamy and soft and nervous and excited all at once. It caused a laugh to bubble up his throat, a low vibrating chuckle that came from deep in his chest. The laugh didn’t quite catch either of them off guard… but the words that accompanied it did. He had no idea what he was about to blurt out, completely lost in that moment and the odd new feelings swirling within him that he had no idea what he was going to say. If he’d had any control in that moment, he’d have stopped it from coming out. This wasn’t how he wanted to present it, this wasn’t how he imagined it happening. And yet, nothing could stop the words from falling out with that soft laughter, low and gentle and yet very much loud enough for them both to hear.

“I love you.”

The moment he’d said those three small words, everything around him seemed to change. Whatever light and airy feeling had possessed him had suddenly lost its fight to gravity. He’d felt literally as if his body had been slammed back down to earth, much like coming down from a daydream. His own words gave him whiplash, left him winded and terrified of the response. His heart had gone from a slow and steady pace to galloping madly within his chest, and suddenly his throat was clenched with anxiety. All at once, the soft and sickly sweet, loving, grin that had formed on his lips had vanished as the inclination of his outburst settled between them. He’d not even given himself much of a chance to decipher her reaction. In the split second between realization and finally tearing his gaze away from her, Harvey could have sworn he saw Mariana’s face blanche in response. Whether it was true or a trick of his mind, that’s not the kind of reaction you hope for after such a reveal.

“That… that wasn’t… that’s not how I wanted to say that,” Harvey sputtered out, burying his face in his hands. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, just a couple feet away from her and yet he felt miles away. Or perhaps he wished he was. He groaned against the rough skin of his palms before freeing himself from his hiding spot, angling a bright pink face in her direction though not meeting her eyes as he rambled on. “I had a whole thing planned out. I was going to take you somewhere nice, on a proper date, and - and I’ve been taking these Spanish classes, practicing my accent, and I wrote down a whole thing and I was going to surprise you with it, I swear and I-I,” he swallowed, his cheeks dusted in a crimson sheen. Harvey was flustered and embarrassed, shy and insecure. He’d wanted to create a romantic swoon worthy moment of the day he’d declare his feelings for her. Something she could look back on and remember fondly. Not like this. Not while wearing sweatpants and a v neck t-shirt with a light mustard stain on it he had yet to notice. He wanted to give her something she could always look back on with no regrets. But it was too late. He’d said it and he couldn’t take it back.

“What’s it matter anyway? If it was in English or Spanish or at some fancy special place?” He’d finally said. Slowly he crawled towards her, closing the space between them. He’d finally looked at her again and he wasn’t entirely sure what her expression meant. Or maybe he just refused to acknowledge what was plain across her face. “You had to have known how deeply I’ve come to feel for you. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, at least not from you. But if it isn’t obvious…. I’m crazy about you. I cherish you and adore you, and I... I feel like I can truly be myself around you. I mean look at us — we’ve been sitting here quietly for hours, barely talking and yet… I feel so happy and comfortable just being near you. You.. you mean the world to me. You came to me during what felt like the darkest time of my life, from something I never imagined I could survive from, and you helped me see that my life isn’t over. Just by giving me something new to be excited about. You make me feel alive. And I… I don’t know, I just…” His breath stuttered around his words, his hands moving up to cup either side of her face. He searched her gaze momentarily, hoping she’d stop his mad rambling with a kiss and a return of the feelings. Something. But she didn’t. Maybe she was in shock. Was this the first time a boy clumsily revealed his heart to her? He didn’t think so… but maybe this was the first time a boyfriend did. Wasn’t he the first?

Thumbs sliding over her cheek bones, he clenched his jaw for a second before giving her that special dimpled grin that seemed to be reserved for her. That special smile which initially disappeared in the Devil’s Cavern all those months ago with his friends until the fateful day a cute blonde came jogging down his lane and ushered them back into his life. Now his every smile belonged to her and her only. “Te amo, Mariana,” Harvey tested the phrase with a voice that was soft but full of conviction. It was a phrase he’d worked on for weeks, which he’d quietly rehearsed to the mirror or deep in the night when she was fast asleep in the crook of his arms and the only audience he had was the moon peeking through the mountains outside. He’d said it many times to her when she wasn’t able to hear, and yet it felt so exhilarating and new saying it now directly to her face. Now she knew, she knew the extent of his heart and how it yearned for her. He couldn’t take it back, it was already being laid on a silver platter and offered to her for the taking. He could only hope she’d accept what he was giving… And maybe return the sentiment. Oh how he hoped she’s come to feel the same for him. As he tilted her face back so he could see clearly into her eyes, he swallowed down his nerves as he added, “Please tell me I said that right and I didn’t just tell you to, like, fuck off or something. And please… Please tell me you feel the same.”

@karolinadeanwrites

[grandthorkiday]

Mob AU “Playthings” Part 19

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

~2011~

Ashley was a sweet girl, if a tad annoying. She had a laugh that was a little too high and made her sound like she was going down a bumpy road. She wore too much jewelry, make up, and perfume, and when she talked in her thick Jersey accent she had tendency to smack her lips and talk with exaggerated gestures. But Mario didn’t keep her around for her conversational skills, as he was fond of saying when he smacked her large bottom as she walked by. Of the frequent hanger ons who came and went from the penthouse, she was Thor’s favorite.

“I brought yah something!” She called as he returned from working out in the hotel gym.

“You really didn’t have to,” he said, but was still excited to see what it was. He looked around. “Where’s Loki?”

“Oh he went with Gast somewhere. Focus!” She snapped her fingers and her rings clanged together. She tossed her overly large purse on the table and pulled out two large books. “Told yah my cousin went to college for this crap. Never finished, and tell him, Jay if you don’t finish sell yah books. Nah, Ash, I’m gonna finish. My ass he’s going to finish. He’s making enough doing the rackets. But here, you take ‘em!”

Thor took the books like they were precious treasure. ‘Medieval European History: An Introduction’ and 'The Viking and Their Legacy on the Early Modern World’ were heavy volumes. But there was art within the pages and most of all, it had nothing to with his current circumstances. He opened the page of one of the books to a picture of a war hammer and spear being laid out on a table by an anthropologist, showing the ceremonial markings and and decoration on both.

“This has some examples of actual art, right?” he asked, feeling a twinge of guilt at being so greedy with his desire.

Ashley didn’t seen to care. “'Course it does! You know, you can go to a bookstore and get a book on that! You already go and get your art stuff there.”

“I-I don’t want to ask,” he said, placing the book down. Asking was not the right word. Gast would want him to beg, for every cent and dollar. To leave the penthouse and get a book from the chain store two blocks away. He would have to debase himself. He already did that for art supplies, he didn’t think he could do it for a book. Maybe, if he was good, he could simply ask for a few books. If he was really good, Grandmaster would just shower him with whatever he asked for. He had to be good.

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“You draw anything new?”

He blinked a few times before answering. “Oh, uh, yeah. One moment.” He never left his sketchbook too far away from him. The penthouse crew had a 'habit’ of going through it and doodling over some of his sketches if he left it out of field of vision. Sometimes, Gast would have them punished if he caught them. Sometimes he would ask for a pen and make his own drawings. Thor really didn’t want to risk it.

He handed the sketchbook to Ashley who greedily snapped it up and opened it. She squealed in delight. “These are amazing!! Seriously, this hand and flower! I would totally get this done! Well, if Max let me get a new tattoo. But,” she turned the page and sighed, “oh this is just fucking gorgeous. You drew a cat and it looks so cute I wanna eat it up!”

“It’s Paul’s cat.”

“I know! And you should show him! He loves that thing. You never considered going into making tattoo art?”

Thor shook his head, trying not to laugh. Before he and Loki were kidnapped, he was an Econ major, desperately wanting to change his major to Medieval History. His Father would never expect anything less than him, though. Sketching and drawing was a hobby done behind closed doors, never encouraged except by his brother. He couldn’t even tell his mother that most of his drawings were tattoo inspired.

After they were taken, his education had stopped. Gast had floated the idea of letting them take online courses, but that was snatched away during one of their 'bad’ periods. Drawing became an escape. Grandmaster was his gentlest when he found him drawing and most people in the penthouse wanted a sketch, either for a tattoo or to just keep. Mario even turned one sketch into a shirt that he wore fondly during football season. Thor doubted Gast, however, would see the use or have the desire to put him through the training needed to be an artist.

As though summoned by the mere thought of him, Gast appeared with Mario at his side. Mario had a strange look of barely contained rage. Thor shrank instantly onto himself, gathering his new books closer to him. Suddenly Ashley having his sketchbook felt dangerous and he wanted to reach out and snatch it back. But he didn’t dare do that. That would bring attention to himself, and he wasn’t the one Mario was angry at.

“Hey, Ash!” the thug in question barked out, flexing his muscles as he crossed his arms. “Gotta sec to talk about the 'girl’?” They talked like this, even in the safety of the penthouse, most often. This vague way of speaking about their dealings. There were times, late in the evening and the dead of night when they would be specific. Old superstition someone once explained to him: the dark remains in the dark.

Ashley barely glanced up at him. “What about her?”

“She didn’t make it to the 'drop’. She and her 'merchandise’ are fucking gone.”

“Well she was on her way when I put her and the baby in the cab this morning.”

Mario rolled his neck in irritation and Gast chuckled darkly. “You didn’t go with her?”

The woman frowned and finally passed back the sketchbook who Thor nearly all but hugged when it was returned. “I ain’t going to see a kid sell a baby! I got betta things to do!”

“Like what?!”

“My hair for one!” She flicked her fire red curls over her shoulder. “And my nails! You want me pretty don’t yah baby?”

“I WANNA BE PAID TOO SWEET FUCKING HEART!”

“What you got there, Sparkles?” Gast asked. Naturally, this was directed at Thor and was said conversationally. Like there wasn’t a feeling of apprehension in the air.

Thor nervously showed his new books and sketchbook. Grandmaster waved him over and plucked them from his arms to examine them from his arms. He thumbed through one book before return them with a hum of mild interest. “You like this stuff?”

“Y-yeah,” he waited to see what happened. He ignored Ashley and Mario having a stare off.

“You know, there’s going to be a Medieval exhibit at one of the museums uptown. Forget which ones, but they want me to come by and throw some razzle dazzle on it. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll go.”

“Really?”

“Sure! Hey, sugar,” Gast leaned over and spoke to him like he was speaking to a child, trying to distract him, “how about you go to my bedroom and hang out with Lo Lo. I bet he could use the company.”

Maybe it was the idea that Thor was leaving that finally made it click in Ashley’s mind that she was in trouble. “Hey, he and I were talkin’!”

Thor was slowly already moving to the bedroom, however. There was still a morbid curiosity that made him want to turn back as Ashley called after him and Mario shouted her down. There was a human emotion to turn around and take one last solid look at what had been a friend and occasional ally. But if he looked back, would he still be good? No, it was better to be good and do as Grandmaster suggested.

The bedroom was large with a king sized bed and huge television built into the wall. Loki was laying on the bed in one of Gast’s robes, watching a period piece half-heartedly. He brightened though when Thor entered.

“Hey, how long have you been back?”

“Fifteen minutes. I got caught up talking to….someone.”

There was a sound of two people shouting from out in the living room.

“O-oh.”

“Hey, I got something.” He sat down on the bed and handed the books over to Loki. The younger man took them and began to thumb through them, smiling more with each page that turned. “I already got some ideas for sketches, but the information also looks really interesting.”

“Yeah,” the other replied, having to tear his eyes away from a sub chapter on the order of succession.

Thor took one of the books again and thumbed to the page with the hammer and spear. “I was thinking of sketching these two first. Make it look like heraldry.”

“Heraldry! Already talking like a professor!” Loki giggled.

“I was thinking of designing it as a tattoo…for you.”

The younger man blinked at him, taken aback. “For me? A tattoo? I don’t…”

He uncovered Loki’s left thigh. There were faded pink lines and crosshatches. One still looked red and recent. He reached out and touched the cut before the robe was yanked back into place. “I doubt it hasn’t crossed his mind the reason why you-”

“I don’t want to hear about-”

“I understand. I know. I know. Trust me…I can still feel where he touched me on the back the first time… in the shower….. But this,” he waved a hand to the scars under the robe, “This will not help.”

Loki laughed bitterly, “And a tattoo will?”

“Maybe. Think about it like this…he touches us now. It’s okay now, we’re used to it. We’re good. We…enjoy it now.” Admitting it out loud made him want vomit out every last trace of bile. But his brother was showing understanding and sympathy, so he pressed on. “But that first time. That first time was awful. Wouldn’t be easier to….edit what happened?”

“Edit?”

“He didn’t touch you here, Loki.” He gripped the other’s thigh. Green eyes began to tear up and he realized a little belatedly he had gripped too hard. He hoped the cut hadn’t opened and was bleeding in the Grandmaster’s bed.

“But he di-”

“No. Don’t think like that. Thinking like that makes it harder, doesn’t it? He touched your tattoo.”

“My-”

“Yes, your tattoo. I designed you an amazing tattoo and you have it and that’s what he touched.”

Loki looked at him for a moment with doubt before there was a female scream from the living room. He recoiled, his face looking full of terror. Thor gathered him in his arms and laid them back onto the bed, shushing his noises of distress. He found the remote and switched the television to something else, a random cartoon show. He turned the volume up and rocked the younger gently.

A few hours later, when Grandmaster would return, he would find his boys with the television still on to cartoons. Loki would be asleep using the robe as part blanket part teddy bear and Thor would be drawing the first draft of Loki’s new tattoo.

~2019~

“I know it’s stupid, and I never realized how much he took it to heart, but he was happy when I finally got it done. We saved so much money to get it,” Thor looked nostalgic for a moment.

“What happened to Ashley?” Tony asked, writing down a few things on his notepad.

“Well, once her hair grew back and her fingers healed, I think Mario sent her to one of the brotels. I mean,” he shrugged, “it was either that or she’s fish food.”

It was the casualness of how it was said that haunted Val for days after that.

[hockeyfun]

David Pasternak #2

@dad-marchand request: Could you do one where you have had a major crush on David Pastrnak forever and you finally meet him when you win the shirt off their back raffle. Then he thinks you're cute

Word count: 2221+

Warnings: none

You didn’t know David Pastrnak personally but your circle of friends had run-ins with his group of friends every now and then. With that being said, you had the biggest crush on the Boston Bruins hockey player. He was amazing. Not only was he extremely attractive but he was passionate, loyal, and goofy. He didn’t care what people thought about him but instead he cared about how people treated those close to him. He was everything you looked for in a guy. You followed each other on social media but other than that there wasn’t any type of friendship there, but even in the short encounters you’ve had with him you still had a crazy crush on him. He was everything perfect for you.

You and a group of friends owned a set of season tickets. The last game of the Boston Bruins was one that was circled on your calendar from the moment the schedule was released. Your friends knew how important hockey was to you. You lived for it. After a bad day at work you always looked forward to cuddling up on the couch and watching a game. You had a special place in your heart for the Boston team as seeing that’s where you lived. You walked into TD Garden with your three closest friends. You wore your favorite and lucky bruins shirt with your ripped jeans and heels along with a cute yellow flannel around your waist. You had your hair styled in the middle part and wore a cute choker necklace. It was the perfect outfit for the game. Your heart was so happy the moment you walked into the arena. The place was buzzing with an indescribable feeling. There was no fans like Boston’s fans. You sat down in your seats with your best friends. You were only four rows up from the glass. When the game started you could have sworn David Pastrnak head nodded at you and your friends. You turned to your best friend with a questioning look. It was as if she was reading your mind, “Did Pastrnak just.” You nodded your head not even needing her to finish her sentence, “Yeah, I saw that too,” you finished. You both gave each other that weird quizzical look and burst out laughing. There was a reason this girl was your best friend. During the first intermission while your two other friends went to get drinks, you and your best friend talked. The Jumbotron showed an advertisement of the special annual ‘Shirts off their back’ event. In order to be put into the raffle the person had to text ‘BRUINS’ to a specific number. In the past you always did it, but this year you weren’t feeling it because you never win anything. Your best friend saw you looking up at the screen, “you going to do it?” she asked. You shook your head in response and explained yourself. “Oh, come on, chica, you know you want to. What’s the worst that happens? You don’t get it?” she persuaded you. You finally ended up taking her advice and entered the contest.

You weren’t expecting to win the contest. You were just relaxing during the second intermission when your phone buzzed. It didn’t even cross your mind that it was the contest. You looked down at the text that detailed what came next now that you won. You looked over at all your friends, “guys, I won,” you showed them. Your friends instantly started freaking out. They were so excited for you. Your best friend kept repeating over and over how she knew it was going to happen. Your stomach was doing flips and for the rest of the game you couldn’t even pay attention. It was four minutes till the end of the game. “You better get going,” your best friend nudged you. You nodded your head looking at the text. ‘Meet in the concourse outside of section 122 with 3 minutes and 30 seconds left in the third period’. It was time to go. You squeezed her hand as you left towards the concourse.

When you got down there a few people came around and told you the deal on how this was going to go down. They were going to give you an envelope and a number on it. You all had to line up in numerical order. You weren’t allowed to look into the actual envelope until instructed to do so on the ice. It was an exciting moment for you when they handed you your number. You waited anxiously next to the people around you. Many emotions filled you. It was weird how you were worried about being seen down on the ice even though you were so excited to be there. You heard the end of the game horn blow and the rush of cheering from the crowd. You waited there as the voice over the speakers went through the three stars of the game and then through what happens with the shirts off their back event. The first person in line began to move and your excitement grew. What player would you get? Would they be nice or mean? Secretly you were hopping you didn’t get David because he might think of it as weird. You didn’t want this to ruin your semi-friendship. Fate has a funny way of working though. You stepped out onto the carpet that was laid on the ice. You looked around, taking it all in. It was amazing the view from down there. ‘This is what the players see all the time’ you thought to yourself. You heard your name over the jumbotron. You looked a little surprised but snapped back into reality. You gave a happy smile as they instructed you to open your envelope. You opened it and showed it to the camera. “David Pastrnak” Your stomach flipped. You wanted to laugh at the irony. He skated out onto the ice and looked at you. He quirked his head at you a little not believing it. He smiled at you holding his name. When he reached you he gave you a quirky “hey.” You smiled back feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, “hey,” you responded. The both of you stood there for a second smiling at one another. To everyone else it seemed just like a nice short moment, but to you and him it was a long shared moment between friends. He was jolted into reality when the woman next to you coughed awkwardly, “oh right, my jersey,” he laughed. He pulled it over his head. and tugged it off gently, he handed it to you. You took it with a large grin, “whoa, this reeks,” you accidentally commented out loud. David let out a cackle. The video camera man moved on but the photographer did not. “Picture,” she yelled at you and David. You nodded your head and held out the jersey. He placed his hand on the small of your back causing a shiver to go through your body. The woman took the picture, said thank you, and then moved on. David lingered though unlike most of the other players. He knew he was causing a bit of a commotion but it didn’t matter to him. He stared at you in all you glory thinking how insane it was that fate brought you to him down here. He leaned in to whisper to you, “meet me by the locker room once you get off the ice. I’ll tell one of the people to give you access.” You nodded your head in response, “of course.” He smiled a bright toothy smile, “good.” He skated off towards the people in charge of the event telling them what was up. They didn’t seem to look that pleased about it but in the end they agreed. After the big group picture, you walked back to the inside of the arena. You had a moment of doubt on whether you should proceed to the locker room area or not. You didn’t get much of a decision when a business woman came up to you and pulled you aside from the rest of the group. “David said you’ll be joining the families in the waiting area,” she states cleanly and professionally. You nodded your head.

Once you reached the area with the other family members of the players, the woman left you. You stared at those around you. The woman all stood and talked with each other. It was obvious where the friend groups were. You felt some of their eyes stare at you. They were obviously very confused on why you were there, some woman even glared a little. You heart sank. “You know, if you wanted my jersey that bad you didn’t have to enter a contest to win it,” your heavy accent friend called out to you. You looked at him in all his glory. “You know I was kind of hoping I was going to get Brandon Carlo,” you joked back. He squinted his eyes at you a little bit, you could see the shock in his eyes for your playful wit back but he obviously liked it. “Well you know what I think?” he questioned as he took a step closer to you, “That fate made you win that contest and fate made sure you had my jersey,” he said huskily. It sent shivers down your spine as he spoke about fate. Not wanting him to get the better of you, you responded with more wit, “I think fate is just a lame excuse,” you responded. He looked at you taking a step closer. He was so close to you that his entire frame was pretty much all you could see. He was closing you off to the rest of the arena making it feel like it was only you and him in the world. “I think fate isn’t done with us yet,” he responded strongly. His voice was low and almost a whisper but you heard what he said and it made you feel like you were dizzy. You placed your hand on David’s abs pushing him away from you in hope it’ll clear your foggy head. David didn’t budge. His strong hockey frame has one up on you. Instead he pulled you in closer to him by placing his hands on your upper arms. “See, it’s already started,” he laughed. You glared at him for making you feel this way. He laughed at your playful glare. “Come on I’ll drive you home,” he stated as he released you from his grip. As you were finally able to see around the big hockey player, you noticed almost everyone had left leaving practically alone with David. “Oh shit, my friends,” you forgot. You pulled out your phone seeing you had a time of text messages from them. You gave your best friend a call. You walked off talking to her. David stared at you. You looked happy and as if you were trying to tell your friend everything without telling her because he was standing there. You laughed and his heart kept. How could he not have noticed you before. To be honest, he has always known you were beautiful. He always liked your pictures on Instagram and you were one of the few snapchat stories he looked at, but now something was a bit different for him. He liked flirting with you. He loved that out everyone who applied for the contest you were the one to win his name. That had to mean something, and now he wasn’t going to let that go. You hung up the phone after your conversation with your friend. You caught David staring at you which caused the both of you to blush. “They’re waiting for me out front,” you nodded. Your face showed no bit of sadness that the night was coming to an end but you sure felt it. ”I’ll walk you out,” he insisted. You bit your lip pretending to think about it, “okay, I guess,” you joked. David just shook his head at you and lead you out of the arena.

The walk was not long enough. It felt like seconds went by but at the same time it didn’t’. The friendship that blossomed on your way out of arena was like fate truly was pushing you two together. It was more then shameless flirting, it was more then a little crush. You felt that deep inside your heart. He felt that deep inside him. Unfortunately, you both reached your destination too quickly. He stopped a bit abruptly, turning towards you. His body language telling you that he was into you. He looked at you giving you a smolder look. “Come to dinner with me?” he asked quickly. You were a bit taken aback. “I can’t, I have to go,” you replied looking over at all your friends waiting in the car for you. You saw their eyes all on you, basically pressed against the car windows. He laughed, “I know, but promise me you will let me take you dinner sometime?” he asked again. You let out an exasperated laugh. You wanted to say yes, everything you wanted to say yes, but you are holding yourself back. It didn’t feel right. You had been pining over this boy for months now and then all the sudden fantasy becomes reality. He grabbed your hands pulling you close to him. “Come on, don’t let fate think she’s wasted her time by bringing you to me. Let me take you out, on a proper date. Then afterwards we can decide whether to go separate ways,” He commanded of you. You stared at him, astounded at this seriousness that he just brought on. His blue eyes staring at you. You could get lost in them if you stared much longer. “Okay,” you whispered back knowing even if you said no David wouldn’t take it but you didn’t want to say no. Why fight it. “Perfect,” he smiled a toothy grin. You, feeling bold and filled with adrenaline, put your hand on his cheek and leaned on giving him a small kiss on the other cheek. “I’ll see you at that date,” you whispered in his ear. You turned and walked off towards your friends without looking back.