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leafs-lover · 2 years

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Too Far Gone - Part Thirty Six

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Warnings: very brief mentions of drinking, swearing, some fluff, little pain

Word Count: 4300

September 1, 2019

For early September, the sun is strikingly hot. Tia can feel it prickling the nape of her neck, her skin burns from sitting with the windows down all day.

Heavy brown eyes are trained on the beautiful brick home with a double car garage and perfectly landscaped lawn. There isn’t a single weed in the garden that is flowing with Hydrangea’s, Hostas and brightly coloured flowers, a large sugar maple in the middle of the luscious green grass.

Ever since that day when Tia couldn’t leave the bus stop, she has made progress. She returned a few days later and walked by five houses before she froze. A few days later she made it to the end of Shavers Street but was unable to turn onto Downing – the street where Kylie lives. The next time she made it onto Downing Street, but not to her house. Every time she has made it a little bit further. Today she found Kylie’s house staring back at her.

Nobody knows that for the last month she has been trying to muster the strength to walk up the driveway and knock on Kylie’s door. She hasn’t seen her friends since Beck’s birthday because they will instantly know she is hiding something, and she can’t tell them this.

But really, what would she say? “I took 115 steps on a road before turning around and going to fuck Thomas” – because almost every time she doesn’t make it to Kylie’s door she ends up at his. Fucking, drinking, partying with his friends, taking lines. He patches the leaking holes within her heart wellenough for her to carry on and try again.

With Auston and Taylour in Arizona, she decided today was the day. She had made it within three houses a few days ago, at this point there was only one place left to go. To the front door.

She asked to borrow Auston’s car - and of course he said yes. He was thankful she was finally asking him for help, even though something so small. He has no idea that she drove it for less than twenty minutes and has since spent the last five hours parked on the street of an expensive upper-middle class Etobicoke neighbourhood.

It has been five hours of reaching for the door handle, only to slump back against the sticky leather seat. Five hours of bringing her hand over the starter button ready to scurry home, only to mutter how it was stupid to leave emptyhanded after finally making it this far. It has been five hours of sitting in the ridiculously expensive car, windows down and leather burning the backs of her thighs while she thought of what to say.

So far, she has come up with, ‘Hi I’m Tia’ but what comes next?

During the last five hours she watched a blue Ford focus pull up beside a silver Nissan Murano and two kids - Tia guessed to be between 8 and 12 - ran across the lawn into the house. A middle-aged man with glasses and dark hair not far behind them. He went inside and a few minutes later came outside to cut the grass. Since then, he watered the garden and lawn, put air in the boys’ bike tires, then started on organizing the garage.

One of the neighbours has three kids and their daughter plays softball. Another went grocery shopping and the older couple across the street took their shih tzu on a walk but stopped to talk to him on their way by. A seemingly normal and boring afternoon, for the boring residents of Downing Street.

The house while older is well maintained. It is large, easily a four-bedroom, maybe even five, probably with a large eat in kitchen. Tia has spent five hours observing everything about this house and found herself wondering if the kitchen gets used for family dinners, if the living room holds game nights, or if the backyard is spent hosting barbeques and pool parties.

At times throughout the day, she saw herself there, occupying that fourth bedroom, joining in on Sunday breakfasts, hopping on the TTC for Friday nights in the city. She saw herself growing up with height notches in door frames, and cliche school pictures lining the hallway. She wondered if Kylie and Paul would have stayed together, or if she would have spent half her summer in whatever city her dad was stationed in, the other half in Toronto with Kylie and her brothers. Are those two boys her stepbrothers or half brothers?

Tia ran through a million scenarios, but they all stopped when the front door opened and out stepped Kylie.

5’7” with long wavy chestnut brown hair, she has on a pair of high rise dark washed cropped jeans, a simple olive-green t-shirt on that is tucked into the front. A nude coloured YSL purse is thrown over her shoulder, and a pair of dark framed sunglasses covering her eyes.

She walks up to the man Tia has spent the afternoon watching and they talked for a minute. Her smile grew and her head fell back with a soft laugh as she gave his arm a squeeze. With a brief kiss to the lips, she climbed into the driver’s seat of the Murano and drove down the street.

It was a simple interaction, but one that left Tia with a pit in her stomach. She didn’t realize how much she unconsciously wanted that to be her life until Kylie drove away, and once again she was left with nothing.

“Wow!” Taylour gasps under his breath watching Brey take a shot.

With it being their last day in Arizona until the following summer, they planned a fun day with his family. Auston and Fred went to the rink early in the morning with his mom and Taylour. They watched them practice with some of the Coyotes players that have returned to prepare for the upcoming season.

Once everyone left Auston laced up Taylour’s skates and put on his helmet and gloves, handed him his freshly cut and taped stick, and for the first time he brought out a puck. Fred stood in the net, and Auston stood behind Taylour, helping him take shots. Auston helped Taylour maneuver the ice with a stick and skates, and Taylour giggled every time Fred let the puck slide past him.

Ema stood on the bench taking pictures and videos and Taylour never wanted to leave. He only did when they told him they could watch the Zamboni and go to mini putt. Once the boys had showered, they all jumped in his car and drove to the course where the rest of the family was already waiting.

Taylour of course had to shoot first and giggled when the ball bounced out the course into the small garden beside it. Auston was next, then Fred, but he has been in awe of Breyana - who has had some stellar shots, even a hole in one.

“So good Auntie Brey!” he jumps up when her ball stops inches from the hole. “You teach me?” he cranes to look up at her.

“Don’t want me to teach you?” Auston retorts, somewhat bitterly, but also smirking at his sister.

“Auntie Brey is better than you Daddy,” Taylour replies bluntly. Even though Auston should be offended, the sweetness and innocence in his son’s voice makes it impossible.

Raising her eyebrows, Breyanna grins at Auston, “hear that? Your son said I am better than you.”

“At mini putt,” Auston shrugs it off, trying to not let it get to him, but being an athlete, he is conditioned to win. “Get you on some skates and we’ll see who is better,” Auston mutters under his breath.

“Such a sore loser,” Alex teases stepping up to the tee.

“Hit it here,” Taylour runs over and touches a spot on the side the edge of the course. “It will bounce and then go over there,” he points towards the hole.

“Right there?” Alex points her club in the direction where he is standing, and he smiles wide nodding back at her. Auston lifts Taylour and places him a few feet over, off the course letting Alex line up her shot. He excitedly watches her take the shot with wide and beaming eyes as the ball hits the wood plank about six inches shy of where he pointed, and it ricochets towards the corner.

“Good try Auntie Alex!” he runs over to her for a high five. “You’ll get it next time.”

Tia knew she should have left.

When Kylie drove off so did the answer to every question Tia had. But finally seeing Kylie changed everything, it all became real. That was her mom; she was thirty feet away, and nothing could have prepared her for that.

Nausea rose up her throat and threatened to spill on the floor of Auston’s $100,000 Porsche. Her hands trembled and her breathing became uneasy, rapid, and shallow. She was thankful for the faint breeze that started to dance through the trees, it helped to cool the sticky sheen of sweat rippling down her spine.

“Hello?” the knocking on metal slowly draws Tia out of it. A silhouette steps in front of the sun, blocking the glare. Blinking a few times to allow her eyes to adjust her stomach flips. Its him.

“Hi, can I help you?” Tia doesn’t answer, struggling to formulate a thought let alone words. “You’ve been sitting here for a while, staring at me.” Annoyance and confusion are heavy in his words.

“I…I…uh…” Reaching for to start the car, all words are lost on her. “I have to go.”

“I have your plate number, if you don’t tell me why you’ve been sitting here for hours, you can tell the cops.”

With the warm sun falling behind Camelback Mountain, their last night in Arizona for the year is coming to a close. After a busy day filled with mini putt, swimming, Ema’s homecooked food and Taylour’s never-ending giggles, his family said goodbye. Once everyone left and everything slowed, it didn’t take long for the excitement of the day to catch up to Taylour. He spent twenty minutes lying on the stone surrounding the pool with a few of his Paw Patrol cars, quietly rolling them back and forth while Fred and Auston sit close by.

With one eye on Taylour, and a cold beer in each of their hands, they talked about the upcoming season, and the girl Fred had been seeing. Auston told him about the Brittney/ Bridgette fiasco, about Tia, and for the first time in a while when Fred heard his friend say they were in a good place to parent together Fred believed him. A part of him thought he heard glimmer of hope in his voice when he talked about her, but three seconds later Taylour slid his car into the pool, once Auston retrieved it the conversation shifted.

“Fweddie,” Taylour walks over to the outdoor table and picks up a book. Holding it out for him to see, he smiles, “You read to me?”

“You want me to read to you?” Auston instantly asks, uncrossing his leg to create space for him to sit with him.

“No Daddy,” Taylour shakes his head, keeping direct eye contact with the red-headed Dane before him. “I want Fweddie.”

“You want me to -“ Fred trails off when Taylour nods and starts to force his way into his lap. “Oh…okay...”

Fred is completely perplexed. Over the past three days together Fred has noticed that Taylour loves to play with anyone and everyone, but whenever he gets sleepy or upset its Auston he turns too. Breakfast must be prepared by Auston (because Fred puts peanut butter on toast wrong), every snack he wants must come from Auston, and when he scraped his knee and needed a band aid – Auston was the one he ran to with tears in his eyes.

Fred loves being the “fun uncle” that playfully tosses him in the pool, but this part is new, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. The truth is Fred doesn’t see himself being a dad, he never has. It has nothing to do with him not finding the right person to share life with, he had a relationship with an amazing girl, he just doesn’t want kinds. He likes the freedom of being able to jet off to Arizona for a weekend at the end of summer, not having someone depending on him every second of every day.

He can tell that Auston is happy, could even argue the happiest he has ever been. Whenever around Taylour he is always smiling from ear to ear, the two of them are always scheming and producing crazy plans to splash Fred in the pool or attack him with nerf guns. Being a dad changed Auston for the better, Taylour made him a better man and Fred loved watching him fall into a roll he was perfectly suited for, but that didn’t change his own personal beliefs. In fact, its only further lamented this decision, he does not want this life.

“Pirate Pups,” Fred reads out the title. Cracking open the spine, he flips to the first page.

Standing up Auston hands Geoffery to Taylour, and he instantly pulls him tight to his chest, snuggling up closer to Fred while a sharp yawn leaks from his lips. Auston settles back into the couch adjacent them, with a large grin rising on his face. He pulls his phone out and begins snapping multiple pictures of the two of them and opens Snapchat just in time for Taylour to scold his friend.

“No Fweddie,” Taylour asserts, cutting him off as he reads the book in a monotone voice.

“What Taylour?” Fred turns his eyes from the book to Taylour

“You’re…you’re reading it wrong,” Taylour sighs, pointing to picture of Rubble on the page.

“What? It’s not wrong.” Auston can hear confusion but also a little discontentment in his friend’s voice as he tries to find the problem. It is glaringly obvious to Auston, and maybe it comes from being a dad, but it humours him Fred can’t see the problem because that is exactly what is written on the page.

“That’s not how he says it,” Taylour huffs.

Fred’s jaw gapes, and he instantly looks to Auston with wide eyes. His friend provides him little assistance, instead continues to record the entire interaction while chuckling quietly behind the camera.

“How he says it?” Fred addresses Taylour. “How does he say it?”

“With the voice, you have to do Rubble’s voice,” Taylour’s voice rises sightly as he becomes more exhausted than before. “Daddy does his voice.”

Raising his eyebrows, Auston just smirks and nods, silently telling his friend to do the voice. Taylour has watched Paw Patrol every morning while waiting for breakfast, and it has played sporadically throughout the day while he plays with his toys. Fred had zero desire or need to watch a show about cartoon dogs, and either removed himself from the room or distracted himself on his phone. He has no idea what a cartoon dog would sound like, and why the story has to have the voices.

Fred sits there for a moment, processing everything, then turns back to the book. Accepting defeat - because its very obvious Taylour makes most of the rules - he sighs, then repeats the line doing his best pirate impression. “Arr!” said Rubble. “Shiver me timbers!” Taylour’s eyes light up and he grins up at Fred. “I do it right?” he asks.

Taylour vehemently nods, “yes Fweddie, do it again!”

Taylour didn’t make it to the end of the book. Three pages later his eyes were becoming too heavy to stay open and four more they never opened again. With only a few pages left Fred was pretty convinced he was asleep - curled tight into his arms clenching Geoffery with soft and even breathing – but he didn’t want to run the risk of stopping and getting yelled at by a toddler for the second time that night, so he finished the book.

“Does this make you consider changing your mind?” Auston asks. He doesn’t care either way if any of his friend have kids, he just doesn’t know how Taylour couldn’t convince someone.

“No,” Fred laughs, placing the book beside him on the couch. “I don’t think I can handle someone telling me I’m reading wrong every day for the rest of my life.”

“Who reads to a kid and doesn’t do animated voices?” Auston laughs at the absurdity.

“You don’t need voices to read, you just read, the story –“

“It’s a children’s book Fred,” Auston smirks while raising his tone slightly. “Children need the voices.”

“Guess I can add that to the list of reasons not to have kids.” Gently brushing aside some of Taylour’s hair, Fred smiles at the small child in his arms. “Don’t get me wrong because Taylour is great,” Auston smiles faintly from across the patio, “but the more time I spend with him, the more it affirms my decision. I don’t want kids. Don’t know how you do this, and alone.”

“I’m not alone. Have my family, the team, you,” he emphasizes. Standing up he takes a few steps across the patio and crouches down. Pulling Taylour out of Fred’s arms, he shifts to let him rest on his shoulder, “and Tia. We might not be together, but I’ll forever be doing this with her.”

“I have your plate number, if you don’t tell me why you’ve been sitting here for hours, you can tell the cops.”

Her hand falls from the button starter and she sighs. Should she lie? What is an acceptable lie for sitting in front of a stranger’s house staring at them for hours on end? What if he doesn’t buy the lie? The last thing she needs is the police getting involved, and yet another article coming out about her. She can see the headlines and knows it won’t take long for the rumours to start up again. Except this time, the rumours would lean heavily on her being an escort. They will say, she was meeting a client, what else could she be doing in the upper-middle class Etobicoke neighbourhood?

Can she tell him the truth? Does he even know who she is? And even if he does, is she welcome here? Her mom did walk out on her over twenty-two years ago and never came back, there has to be a reason for it, what if she is the reason?

In the time Tia spent considering her options, his eyes have narrowed, and posture stiffened. His icy blue eyes bear down at her, his frustration only growing with every second, and the longer she takes the more she worries he will go through on his threat and phone the police.

“I…I’m…” she sighs once again. Her mouth is dry, and the collar of her shirt feels as if it is getting tight to her throat, restricting the airflow. Bringing her hand up to pull the fabric away, as if the loose material is actually causing the issue, she tries to speak again. “I’m Tia.” Her voice is hardly louder than a whisper. After hours of thinking of what to say she finally said everything she planned and not a word more. She didn’t know what to expect to happen, but it did not provide any relief, in fact everything is too much and not enough, all at once. “I’m…Kylie is…”

“I know who you are.” He interrupts her, giving a sympathetic smile. “Do you want to come in?”

“I’m okay,” she whispers awkwardly, biting on her lower lip as a lump traps in her throat. Tia doesn’t know if it makes her feel better or worse to know Kylie spoke about her.

“Please, you’ve been in a hot car all day,” his voice is full of concern. “The sun has been beating on you, come into the shade and I’ll get you a drink.”

Tia didn’t remember agreeing, stepping out of the car, or walking down the driveway and past the perfect gardens, but she found herself sitting on their front porch shakily holding a glass of water with her eyes locked on the concrete. He sat across from her with one leg crossed over the other, his water sitting on a coaster beside some assorted vegetables and dip he brought out for them. And even though she’s outside in the fresh air, she still feels trapped. Claustrophobic.

She didn’t know what to expect of the man she assumes is Kylie’s husband, her stepdad, but it wasn’t this. Her dad has hazel eyes and sandy hair, a muscular frame from the years of military training and never more than a layer of stubble lining his jaw. This man is much slender, but taller than Paul, with jet black hair and light eyes, he has a thick beard that is trimmed short outlines his jaw. Physically the two could not be further apart.

“Kylie is getting her hair done,” he explains, removing his glasses to clean them.

Tia says nothing, just nods, cheeks flushed red with anxiety.

“She’ll be back in an hour or two.”

Silence again.

“You must have a million questions.”

Tia blankly nods.

“I know I’m not Kylie, but I might be able to answer some of them.”

God, he seems so fucking nice. Too nice. Bringing out lemon water and snacks, offering for them to sit inside with the air conditioning for her to cool off. Something has to be wrong with him. There is no way he can be this nice while being with a woman who did such a horrendous thing.

“What’s your name?” she finally speaks, tapping her finger on the rim of her glass anxiously.

“Damion,” he chuckles.

“And your -?”

“Kylie’s husband, we’ve been married for four years, together for seven.”

Clicking her tongue Tia nods. Droplets of condensation ripple over her fingers, down the outside of the glass onto her thigh, cooling her skin that is slightly burnt from hours of sun beating down.

Damion stares at Tia for almost a minute, examining her features, recognizing the similarities between her and his wife. Apart from the hair and eye colour which are almost identical to Kylie, her eyes are round with a slight uptick in the corner, nose is long and narrow and jaw slightly rounded. All things he wakes up to everyday. It baffles him how he didn’t realize all the similarities sooner.

“You look so much like her,” he says, almost in disbelief.

“Great,” she mutters sarcastically, shifting the chilled glass to be closer to her lips. Tia doesn’t know why, but the thought of taking anything from a woman that disowned her, flips her stomach. What else does she take from her? Even worse, what did Taylour take from her?

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before,” he continues to talk to himself.

“Dad?” one of the two boys pops his head out, providing Tia some form of a break. “Can I ride my bike to Kevin’s?”

“I don’t know Jamie, it’s kind of far,” he finally looks away from Tia, and it provides her with relief to no longer be under the scrutiny of his cobalt stare.

“Please? Mom lets me do it, I just have to stay on the sidewalk and walk by bike across the road.”

“That’s Jamie, my oldest from a previous marriage.” Damion explains once Jamie walks over to the garage to get his bike. “Their mom, Sarah was diagnosed with cancer before our youngest was born. She decided to stop chemo when we found out she was pregnant, and unfortunately by the time Daniel was born there was nothing that could be done for her, she passed away three months later. Kylie has been great with them; they don’t really know a time without her and –“

Tia heart stiffened harder than a block of granite. At that moment she no longer felt any pain, completely detached from her emotions, operating like a robot. Kylie couldn’t even try to be a mother to her but chose to be ‘mom” to those boys for seven years.

She made one of the most selfish decisions imaginable leaving her and Paul alone, then followed it up with one of the most selfless decisions - the decision to raise someone else’s kids as her own. It makes her wonder what she could have done for her to not come back. How there was never a point while raising someone else’s kids she thought of her own.

“I have to go.” She whispers awkwardly, interrupting him.

He almost looks disappointed when Tia slams her cup onto the patio table a little too hard, the water sloshing over onto her hand. Damion quickly stands up. “Can I get your number? Kylie could –“

“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.” Tia cuts him off.

Tia waited until she was past him, then brought her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. With a trembling bottom lip, tears instantly erupted down her cheeks, more and more with every step she takes. She heard Damion call her name but continues to stumble her way across his perfect green grass towards the car.

She lets out a mangled sob as she starts the engine. Her heart is angrily beating out of her chest as the cloud of misplaced delusions begins to lift. If they are the type to have Sunday dinners and Thursday movie nights, Tia will never know. This is not a perfect family, and they are not her family.

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spine-buster · 2 years

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the hurt/comfort, pt. 1

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A/N: We learn a lot about Lusine in this chapter and how it's already affecting her relationship with Rasmus.

CW: this chapter contains drug use.

Lusine wore a chunky knit sweater and black jeans as she sipped on a glass of white wine with Aberdeen and Courtney Muzzin. Courtney brought her kids to the game – her toddler, Luna, and her newborn, Willow – and Lusine had played a little game with Luna already. Since it was the Hockey Hall of Fame night, there were a lot more people around than the previous Saturday – a lot of people, Aberdeen explained, just connected to hockey, and not necessarily the Leafs. It was also always a bit more crowded when a Canadian team played Toronto, since so many hockey players were from the GTA. Friends, family members – they’d all come to games on those nights, and it was like the Leafs were playing host. For example, despite being a Calgary Flame, Sean Monahan’s parents were in the stands and his girlfriend was hanging out in the corner of the room with Steph Lachance, because they knew each other through the grapevine. Claudia had even invited some of her friends around – Gina, Loren, Sadie, Amanda, and Jen. Their friend Saylor had moved to Pittsburgh recently, and the next time she was back in the city with her boyfriend who now played for the Penguins, they’d be back, too. Lusine learned all this as she chatted with them when they caught her going back to her seat from the washroom. The conversation started quickly – “Is that a Sandin jersey you’re wearing?” – and quickly snowballed from there.

Auston Matthews scored the game-winning goal in overtime to get the Leafs the victory. The fans were happy and so was Lusine. As she waited for Aberdeen to finish using the washroom, Gina approached her. “If you’re going to be hanging out with Rasmus, you should be hanging out with us, too. Why don’t you come to a party I’m having next Friday?”

Lusine had never been invited to a party with girls like this before. Gina, Loren, Sadie, Amanda, Jen – they looked so glamorous. And if they were part of the hockey world, why wouldn’t Lusine want to hang out with them? If this was in her future with Rasmus, she may as well start spending at least some time with these people. “Really?”

“Of course,” Gina smiled. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the address.”

“Can my friend Bianca come?” Lusine blurted out. She wouldn’t really want to go to a new place or party like this without Bianca. “She’s my roommate.”

“Is she dating Auston Matthews?” Gina quipped.

“Nope.”

“Then I guess she’s allowed,” she shrugged playfully. “It’ll be so great getting to know you better.”

***

“Lusine, I can’t go,” Bianca told her. “It’s my mom’s birthday that weekend. I’m going back up to Richmond Hill Friday after class. My dad’s even picking me up.”

Lusine was worried now. Bianca was her backbone, and was always by her side during new experiences. She was a major reason why Lusine would feel comfortable going to them in the first place. “And I guess you can’t postpone,” she said, defeated.

“No way. My parents would never forgive me if they picked me up and I was hungover,” Bianca said. Lusine already knew that. Bianca’s parents weren’t super strict – at least not like hers – but Lusine knew it was still disrespectful to show up to your mom’s birthday weekend hungover. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go.”

“You think so?”

“It’s just a house party at someone’s condo,” Bianca said. “How bad can it be?”

***

Lusine didn’t have a good feeling the moment she stepped into the apartment. It was a penthouse on King West, and she wasn’t overly familiar with the area. That, and there were a lot more people than she expected. She thought it was going to be just the girls who invited her, maybe Aberdeen or Bee as well – but she didn’t recognize anybody.

Despite those feelings, Lusine tried to push them out of the way and mingle with people, the people she knew. Not the random guy that kept flirting with her and wouldn’t leave her alone. Not the other guy who tried to force her to drink alcohol even though she said no seven different ways. The girls at the Calgary game – Gina, Lauren, Sadie, Amanda, and Gen. Lusine asked if they’d been to any of the games during the week but they said no and sort of laughed in her face about it. They began to make fun of Bee about some thank you note that was written once (Lusine would have to ask later). Then they brought up someone named Aleida and how much of a ruthless bitch she was (again, Lusine would have to ask later). They even talked about how Aberdeen ruined their chance to get with William. Once they were done gossiping, all they wanted to talk about was hockey. And not even hockey – all they wanted to talk about was the players. It was like Lusine was in an interrogation room.

So when did you meet Rasmus?

Have you guys fucked yet?

Have you met Auston?

What about Auston?

Is Auston single?

When you went to that game against Boston, were any girls in the family lounge with Auston?

Does Rasmus talk about Auston a lot? What does he say about him?

Lusine knew what this was. These girls had no interest in getting to know her. The only interest they had was getting to know the players. They were using her. And they were so blatantly transparent in using her – once Lusine realized it – that she was mad at herself for not seeing it sooner. Who would randomly come up to her in the family lounge of a game and invite her to a house party? These people didn’t even know her! And she didn’t even know them! What was she even thinking coming here? The night was a complete mistake – not just a bust, but a complete and utter mistake. Lusine should have known better, but she didn’t, and she hated herself for it. Everything was new to her, so how could she?

Gina started to become irrationally upset that someone was opening her Snaps but not replying. She kept complaining and complaining and complaining.

Then the cocaine came out.

Lusine didn’t know what they were doing at first. She couldn’t quite get what was happening. But then she saw someone take out a credit card, and Gina take out a little white bag, and, well, Lusine was naïve, but she wasn’t stupid. They began cutting lines and Gina took the first snort. The guy who had nestled in beside Lusine took the second. “You want?”

“No thank you,” Lusine didn’t know why she was being polite.

“You sure? This is some good shit.”

“No.”

“You’ll have some later,” he said, not accepting her answer, just like he had a hard time accepting her refusal of the alcohol.

Lusine could only watch one more line being snorted before she got up and made an excuse to go to the washroom. She barely made it to the door before her phone was in her hand texting Bianca.

Five minutes had gone by with nothing. Lusine could hear it get rowdier out where everyone was. She did not want to be here. She wanted nothing to do with this. She needed to leave.

She called the only number she could think of calling.

“Helloooo?” Rasmus’s voice cooed into the phone.

“Hey,” she responded curtly, her voice shaking. “Um—I—I’m sorry to call so late but I—I tried calling Bianca and she not picking up but if—if I give you an address, can you come pick me up?”

“Yeah of course,” Rasmus said, his voice as serious as hers since he heard how nervous she was. “What’s going on?”

“I—this is going to sound so stupid—I met these girls at one of your games, and they invited me to this party, and I thought it was going to be fine, but all they’ve been doing is interrogating me about you and the guys and about Auston Matthews all night, and there’s this guy who won’t take no for an answer when he offered me a drink and now—well, now they’re snorting coke and I just don’t want to be here.”

Alarm bells went off in Rasmus’s head. “Okay, I’m in my way right now. Text me the address.”

“I—should I meet you outside—”

“No no, stay in the apartment. I don’t want you walking around alone this late at night. Where are you right now? Is one of the girls named Gina?”

How did he know? “In the bathroom. And yes.”

“Stay there, I’ll come up—”

Before he could finish, there was a loud knock on the door. “Yooooohooooo, you done in there or what?” a loud voice asked.

Lusine recognized it – it was the guy. She didn’t even know his name and didn’t care to know it either. “In a minute!” she said loudly enough.

“Awwww girl, it’s you! Take your sweet time! I wanna be able to smell that pussy on the toilet seat!”

Lusine almost dropped her phone from shock. “Don’t fucking open the door,” she heard Rasmus practically growl on the other end. “Stay there. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Lusine holed herself up in the washroom, begging for the time to pass quickly so she could see Rasmus and get the hell out of there. The music got progressively louder and so did everyone’s voices – Gina’s in particular. She guessed that the coke high was setting in, and would be setting in for everyone else taking it too. She was on edge, and became even more on edge when another loud knock came at the door. “You still in there, princess?”

She didn’t want to answer, but knew she had to. “Yes.”

“Come get some blow before it’s all gone!”

“No! I’m not feeling well!” she yelled through the door.

“It’ll make you feel better! Trust me! If you’re not gonna do it at least let me take some off that fine ass, gir—”

Lusine heard some shuffling, like the guy was being pushed or taken somewhere else, and then a flurry of voices and mumbles that she couldn’t quite make out. Before she could even guess what was happening, another voice spoke. “Lusine? It’s Rasmus. Open up.”

She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She unlocked the door and saw him on the other side. She’d never been more thankful to see anything ever. She hugged his desperately, so happy to see him. “Hi,” she said, her voice meek. He was probably so mad at her.

“Put on your shoes and let’s go,” he said as they let go of the hug, his hands still on her waist.

Lusine scurried to the front door. She didn’t know if the guy had gone and told someone, but the next thing she knew, just as she was trying to slip on her left shoe, Gina and Sadie were in the hallway. “You’re Rasmus? Here? Is Auston with you?”

At that moment, Lusine realized Gina didn’t even know who Rasmus was. She just saw Lusine wearing his jersey and in the family lounge and decided to attack because she knew that through Lusine, she could get what she ultimately wanted, which was Auston. It was as if Gina was the predator and Lusine was the prey. She definitely felt like it. “Leave her alone,” Rasmus said harshly, not even acknowledging Gina’s question. She’d never heard him speak so harshly to someone, but if Lusine was being honest, Gina deserved it. “You’re as fake as they come. Aleida was right about you.”

Lusine watched as Gina’s face scrunched up in disgust and fury. “Fuck you!”

“Auston. Doesn’t. Want. You,” Rasmus enunciated every word clearly. “Stop with your cheap tricks. And to target Lusine? Pathetic. Don’t ever talk to her again.”

“Fuck you. FUCK! YOU!” Gina screamed, the last thing Rasmus and Lusine heard before they left and slammed the door behind them.

Rasmus still had his arm around her protectively as they walked through the hallway of the condo building towards the elevators. “Are you okay?”

Lusine nodded. “Can you please just take me home?”

The elevator ride was quiet. The walk through the lobby was quiet. Getting into the car was quiet. Lusine put her seatbelt on as Rasmus started the car, and she couldn’t even look at him. She was so embarrassed by what she’d done, by being so gullible, and she truly felt the weight of her awful decision as she sat in the passenger seat of his car. She looked out the window as they drove through the streets, hugging her knees to her chest. Rasmus stayed quiet as he drove, but at red lights, Lusine could feel his eyes on her.

She noticed familiar houses and architecture, which meant they were near her apartment. When – and only when – she felt the car slow down did she look over at Rasmus. “If you park at the rear guest parking, you won’t get ticketed,” she said glumly.

Rasmus completely understood the implications of what she said. “You want me to come up?”

She nodded. “Bianca’s back in Richmond Hill until Sunday.”

Rasmus didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked into Lusine and Bianca’s apartment, but what he was greeted with was what he imagined typical university-student living in the Annex to be like: old wood floors, dark wood trimming with white walls, old windows with curtains they very clearly didn’t choose. One of those Ikea couches that doubled as a pullout bed, with some pink and green pillows. Her cello sitting regally in a corner of the room. A record player with a small collection of vinyl underneath. A tiny galley kitchen that he was sure served its purpose. A hallway leading to the two bedrooms, and the bathroom at the very end. “Cute place,” he said once he took off his shoes.

“I’m gonna go wash my face,” Lusine said. She appreciated his comment but she didn’t have the energy to give him a tour or anything. Usually, she was so proud of the place, but right now she felt like such an idiot.

As she moved to walk down the hallway, she felt Rasmus take hold of her hand to keep her from going. When she looked back at him, he tugged her towards him. “Don’t feel bad,” he said softly. “Shit like this happens to everyone. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times Willy has bailed me out of stuff.”

She knew it was supposed to make her feel better, and it did – a little bit – until she remembered that Rasmus, despite being only two years older, was vastly more mature than she was and took a hell of a lot more chances than she ever did. He was the one that moved to a foreign country when he was seventeen. She moved, what – 30? 50? – kilometres away from home. Hardly the same thing.

Rasmus could hear the water running in the bathroom, and as he waited for her, he looked at the art hung on the wall and the pictures in frames on the mantlepiece of the closed-in fireplace. It was easy to assume the girl in the photos in places like Disney World or with her parents was Bianca. There were many all over the living room – in fact, most were of her. There were only two of Lusine – one during a birthday, posing with all of her older brothers. The other was from when she was a kid, posing with her parents on what looked like a bike ride.

After hearing no noise coming from the bathroom for a while, he decided to investigate. He walked down the hallway and knocked lightly at the door. “Lusine?”

“You can come in.”

When he opened the door, he found her sitting on the floor up against the side of the bathtub, knees up to her chest. Rasmus’s first thought was to join her, so he walked in and sat facing her, back up against the opposite wall. He stayed quiet, looking at her as she rose her head from its place against her knees. He placed his hand on her calf, rubbing it soothingly, and it was then, and only then, that they locked eyes. It was also then, and only then, that he noticed something he’d never noticed or seen before: a big scar on her forehead. And a small one on her cheek. And another on her chin.

“There was an accident,” she said, her voice soft and barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“The reason why I’ve never done anything. There was an accident.”

Rasmus understood where this conversation was going. He nodded his head slightly. “Tell me,” he encouraged her.

“When…when I was ten, my friend’s parents were driving me home from soccer practice and we got into a horrible car accident. We were t-boned and it was on my side of the car, literally right on the back door where I was,” she began. “The impact was really bad. I had a lot of internal bleeding. I had, like, shards of glass sticking out of my body. I, uh…I actually died for sixty-five seconds.”

Rasmus tried to remain calm, but he knew he had a shocked expression on his face. He was sure Lusine noticed it. “Oh my God.”

Lusine nodded slightly. “That’s what the paramedics told my parents, anyway. I don’t remember it at all. I remember nothing about it. I had to have spinal fusion surgery, and of course they had to stop all the internal bleeding. I spent months in the hospital. And, um, as you can probably now see, I have a whole bunch of scars from all the glass. It—it really fucked up my parents. I’d had a normal childhood up until then, and was free to do whatever I wanted, play sports, go over friend’s houses, whatever. But after the accident, my parents became very paranoid. They wouldn’t let me do anything because they were scared I was going to get into another accident and die, even though I recovered perfectly fine and the doctors told them I could live a completely normal life. I couldn’t go out with friends. I couldn’t play sports. I couldn’t take the bus somewhere. I couldn’t go to friends’ birthday parties or go to sleepovers – like I’d be invited, but my parents would say no, so people eventually just stopped inviting me. I couldn’t go to any school events – even if they were at the school. Like even if we had a basketball game in the gym, I couldn’t even go watch it. I could literally just go to school and that’s it. Every morning my mom would drive me and drop me off, and every day, right when the bell rang at 2:30, she would be waiting for me outside. It was school and home. That’s it.”

Rasmus understood all the little quirks now – all the little comments she’d made in the dates they’d had. “So that’s why you said you weren’t supposed to go to U of T,” he said.

Lusine nodded. “They never wanted me to leave the house. They wanted me to be just as scared as they were, but I never was. They wanted me to fear everything and think the world was going to kill me, and—and I mean, they did in some respects, but the other side of me that wanted to see the world and live my life was stronger. They wanted me to go to like, online college so I could get some flimsy certificate that would allow me to become a secretary or something at the golf course we live at that my dad manages. They wanted to watch me at all times, literally to make sure I wouldn’t die or get hurt again, but I said no. I saw what everyone else at school was doing and I wanted that for myself – moving away, living on campus, applying to these really cool programs. I defied them by applying to U of T and when they found out I’d applied and gotten in, they were apoplectic. They threatened not to pay even though we had more than enough means. But that didn’t matter to me. I was leaving at they couldn’t convince me otherwise.”

“You being scared…is that why you have your rules? Why I could only walk you to the subway?”

“A bit,” she said. “I was, like, socially stunted a bit because of everything, and so Bianca sort of taught me things like that – how to live my life, but how to be safe while doing it. That’s why I’m trying to fly now. I’m trying to grow my wings, I guess. And sometimes I’m successful – like when I met Bianca, or wh—you know, when I met you. Other times, like tonight, I just find myself in sticky situations and have no clue how to get out of them,” she said. Rasmus could see the slightest bit of tears welling up in her eyes. “I was robbed of the ability to, like, figure things out, if that makes sense. And now I’m trying to figure things out.”

“And so that’s why…no oysters,” he said. Lusine nodded. “Not letting me walk you all the way home.” She nodded. “Not kissing me when we went for oysters.” She nodded.

“No dating,” she added to his list. She was being so honest with him, she felt like everything needed to be out in the open if they were going to continue whatever they were doing. “Meaning no first kiss and…” she said, looking him in the eye.

He connected the dots rather quickly. “No sex.”

“No sex.”

“You know that doesn’t matter, right?”

“Kind of. I know that it happens for everybody at a different time. I just happen to think I’m behind a little bit, that I have to experience things most people get to experience in high school in university instead,” she admitted.

There was a moment of silence between them as they stared in each other’s eyes. Lusine felt very, very strongly about wanting to run her fingers through his hair at that very moment. So she did. She reached out, and did it slowly, and Rasmus smiled at the action. He grabbed her hand afterwards and squeezed it. “Does it feel good? Like, doing things you want to do?”

He’d barely finished the question before she started nodding her head. “It feels amazing,” she said. “I know it’s gonna sound stupid but it feels so nice to be doing normal things teenagers and young adults get to do. Going out to dinner, hosting dinners, going to parties, going clubbing, getting drunk, going to university…all that stuff.”

“None of that sounds stupid,” he assured her a he squeezed her hand again.

She nodded slightly, biting her bottom lip nervously. “I never got to experience that before. I never even got close to that in my formative teenage years. But…but you know what the best part is?”

“What’s that?”

“I—I get to do it with other people,” she revealed. Rasmus could see tears well up in her eyes again. “In my teenage years I was always alone, and I didn’t want to be, and I didn’t understand why it was happening to me. Like, I’m more than comfortable by myself and I’m used to doing things alone, but at a certain point, it gets really sad doing things alone. It’s so much fun being able to share things with other people.”

Rasmus smiled – a real, genuine, smile, teeth and all – as brought his hand up to wipe away the few tears that had fallen down her cheeks. Lusine wiped them away too, with the back of her hand, and when she was finished, she looked into Rasmus’s eyes, an understanding that she’d just revealed something about herself. More than that, though, was what she ended with – “It’s so much fun being able to share things with other people.” In those words, there was an implication that she’d like to share with Rasmus, that she wanted to keep sharing with him, and truthfully, that was all he wanted. Whether it was a first experience or something she’d experienced before and was just doing again, Rasmus wanted to be part of it. Rasmus wanted to be in her memories.

And then she leaned forward slightly. And more. And more.

And then finally, in a bid to share something with another person, Lusine kissed Rasmus, and Rasmus kissed her back, and she was happy – happy because it was Rasmus, happy because it felt good, happy because it was everything she expected it to be and more because it was with Rasmus. They kissed once, twice, three times before she finally pulled away, giggling at the sheer happiness of it all.

“D’you wanna stay?” she asked.

“The night?”

She giggled even louder. “Yes Rasmus, the night.”

They made their way to her bedroom, where Lusine grabbed her pyjamas and changed quickly in the washroom. Rasmus stripped down to his boxers, but waited for her to come back and get into bed. Only then did he follow her in.

“You can touch me. I’m not gonna bite,” she whispered.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he joked as they both pulled the covers over their bodies. He snuggled into her, her back against his chest, and he draped an arm over her body. “This okay?” he asked.

“More than okay.”

They settled into each other’s bodies. Rasmus gave her shoulder a quick kiss. “Thank you for telling me that stuff. Any time you feel uncomfortable somewhere, please call me.”

Lusine nodded, and had the sudden urge to clarify one thing specifically. “I didn’t do any coke, I swear.”

She could feel Rasmus giggled against her body as he gave her shoulder another quick kiss. “I know, Lusine. Don’t worry.”

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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How Much Can You Take?

Requested: Yeah, sorta

Summary/Request: I literally need to get railed during like online classes or something omg Like imagine any of the daddies just going down on you during some boring lecture and just making sure you pay attention as they tease you I-

Warning: smut

Author’s Note: So, this was sent to @captaindaddies and then I was tagged by @kayleafs221 to write something with this request for Freddie. So, naturally, I said yes. It’s not gonna be a full fic, more of a blurb, but it will have a bit more of what was requested of me haha. Buckle up, ladies and gents, I hope you enjoy this little bit of Freddie smut! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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When lockdown started, Freddie took off to Arizona with Auston

Offering his place for you so you could escape your roommates

You got really comfortable there, as if it were your own

Online classes were driving you insane. The idea of trying to complete any assignments with Freddie wandering around stressed you out

So you were happy he wasn’t there to distract you

After a year, you had to start working on your thesis and Freddie kept telling you how proud he was of you

"I could never do it," he said, "I’d have no patience"

"Yeah well..." you argued, "it needs to be done whether I have patience or not"

"You’re so sexy when you’re focused"

"Freddie..." you whined, trying to get him to leave you be, "I have to take a test in 20 minutes..."

"You think you’re ready?"

"Never," you laughed, "but yeah I guess"

"Okay," he smiled, "I’ll leave you to it." Then he walked away, to the bedroom or something, showing back up two minutes before you signed into your zoom meeting to hear your professors instructions

"What are you doing here?" He placed his finger in front of his lips to shush you

"Just focus on your test," he replied, "I just wanna hang out with you"

"You better be quiet" you insisted, pointing your finger at him and he chuckled

“Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you’re doing well” your professor started while Freddie switched seats and looked at your outfit, an oversized leafs tee you’d stolen from him, over a pair of lace underwear. His hand starts to wander up your thigh as your professor unlocked the test and tells everyone to keep their mics off but not to sign out

"Stop it!" you said, slapping his hand away

"Stay focused" he laughed. You rolled your eyes, making sure your mic and camera were off. You took a deep breath and opened the test

Freddie stood up and you tried not to pay too much attention to what he was doing until he crept under the table

"Jesus!" you exclaimed, surprised by Freddie’s tongue pressed against your core, “Freddie!”

"Focus," he teased as he looked up at you through the small opening between you and the table. You took another breath and turned your eyes back to the screen, flinching whenever Freddie made another move against your sensitive skin

It only made him smile

Eventually, he’d insert a finger and curl it inside you before inserting another; working your orgasm until your legs began to shake.

"How did you do?" he asked about the test

"Shut up," you groaned, "I still have to go back to this class..."

"You’re right, I’m sorry," he smiled, circulating around you to press a kiss behind your ear

"Don’t do that"

"Keep your eyes on the screen"

"Fred..."

"Shh" he hushed as he traced a finger down your neck. When you started to drift into his touch, he pulled his hands away, "pay attention, love." He moved closer to you, his front pushed against your back, before his hands boxed you into your seat, "keep your eyes on the screen, elske"

"Freddie.." you whimpered and he tsked in your ear

"You sure your mic is off?" he asked and you nodded, "your camera?" another nod, "good. Now keep your eyes on the screen"

His hands trailed down your body slowly, removing the fabric that kept you covered, before unplugging your headphones and you groaned, to which Freddie only shook his head. Double checking that your mic was still off

He pulled you up gently, placing your hands on the table and spreading your feet apart with his foot, taking a minute to kiss down your back until he took off your already soaked lace panties

You heard his sweatpants drop to the floor as he stood back up, pulling your hips close to his, giving little warning before he rammed himself into you

You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out as Freddie continued to fuck you harder and harder

"Fuck" he moaned and you let out a whimper. "Stay quiet," he said, as if he could tell that you were about to scream, "keep your eyes on the screen..."

He moaned louder and fucked you deeper, forcing your back to arch up against him as his hand gently encircled your throat

He started to choke you just before he heard your professor ask a question

"Answer her question" he breathed into your ear but you couldn't compose yourself enough to do as he asked, your breathing was so uneven that you were sure they'd know what was going on

"I can't" you breathed in return

"You have to" he repeated through laboured breaths

"Can't I just type an answer?" you asked and he thrust into you hard, letting that be his answer and you screamed out once before you waited to hear the question again, taking a deep breath and unmuting your mic

Freddie kept himself deep inside you as you answered the question with as much poise as you could, muting your mic as soon as you answered the question and Freddie went back to thrusting into you

"Good girl"

"Fuck, Freddie..."

"Keep focusing baby girl" he teased, grabbing your breasts to message them, calming your breathing further in case another question popped up and he wanted you to answer it for him. "Your class is almost done"

"I need to cum, Freddie..." you mewed but he wouldn't let you, kissing your neck before placing your hands back on the table and grabbing your hips

"How much can you take?" he growled

"I need to cum" you repeated, begging him for release as you breathed into the open space in front of you

"Almost there, elske" you could feel him watching the screen to see if anyone was signing off,

"Alright everyone, I've emailed you all a few assignments that are due next week," the professor spoke and Freddie's speed increased, allowing you to cry out in pleasure, "you should have your test results next week as well. Have a good night and I'll see you all tomorrow."

He signed you out and pumped into you harder than he had the entire time, shaking the table and making the empty cup on the other end fall over

"Fuckkkkk!" you screamed, moaning as his voice boomed through the empty room. You felt him empty himself inside you and his hips shuddered as you pushed back against him, your juices coating his large shaft as he finally took himself out of you

You couldn't feel your legs and nearly dropped to the floor

"Guess we should do that more often" Freddie laughed as he picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen to clean you up

"Okay," you purred, "but can we just... wait a while? At least until I can feel my legs again?"

"Yes, love," he chuckled, "I'll let you get your legs back."

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woah-were-halfway-there · 2 years

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Can you expand on Carson’s relationship with Mitchy and how Auston and Steph respect that 🥰

Omg such a long post I’m so sorry

Mitchy and Carson are absolute best friends in the entire world. Of course them being cousins contributed to that happening, but those two are just so protective of and care so much about each other. They literally don’t know life without the other. Mitch is only 12 days older than Carson and were just inseparable growing up. What she felt while coping with her moms death would’ve felt absolutely unbearable had she not had Mitchy there keeping her level. He’s always been one of her biggest supporters, helping her through some of the hardest points in her life like her moms death, the not so easy transition she went through when she started going to therapy as a thirteen year old to cope with that loss and Mitchy was also a rock for her when she went through that severe depressive period after everything went down with her ex and she started realizing how she’d spent so many years being mentally and emotionally manipulated by someone she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. It was a lot. And it was so hard for Mitchy to see her that way, but again, he helped her through it. Carson has also always been one of Mitch’s biggest supporters and defenders. She would go to so many of his hockey games when they were younger and if she ever felt his dad or anyone for that matter were being too tough on him, she’d always interfere in someway by going to hug him and congratulating him then pulling him away to go get a gum ball cause her mom gave her two quarters so that each of them could get one. Carson was always a constant reminder to Mitchy that he was playing hockey because he loved it and that he didn’t have to play for anyone else but himself. She was always so protective of him growing up without even realizing it and then when they were teenagers he really became one of her biggest protectors. Mitchy sat in the waiting room while Carson went to her first therapy session with her dad and as they waited, Carson’s dad thanked Mitchy for always looking out for her and told him that Carson’s mom knew Mitchy would always looking out for Carson and she’d be extremely thankful. And like Mitch and Carson’s mom were really close too, so they just helped each other a lot with that loss. Carson made the trip out to London to visit Mitchy all the time when he played there and flew to Florida so she could be there to see him get drafted into the NHL. When shit went down with Chris and they broke up, she immediately took the train to London because Mitchy pleaded with her not to drive since he knew she was upset and stayed with him for three days before going back to Toronto after Mitchy convinced her that she shouldn’t miss any more classes.

When Mitch and Steph started dating, she met his parents and brother first but even they were like “oh, but you have to meet Mitch’s twin still” referring to Carson and like that was a little intimidating to Steph because she knew Carson was someone who meant a lot to Mitch. It means the world to him that Carson and Steph clicked and have become such close friends. Steph has truly become one of Carson’s best friends and Carson adores her and Mitchy together like they’re her favourite couple. But Steph definitely was a little nervous to meet Carson though, then they met and clicked immediately, becoming fast friends and they’ve only grown closer over the years. When Carson and Auston met, he already knew how close she and Mitchy were. Like he’d obviously known Mitchy before he met Carson and the two boys hit it off pretty well and as they were getting to know each other, Auston met Steph and both of them had talked about Carson and how great she is. And then after he met Carson and the two of them started becoming friends, he really saw how important Mitchy is to her and how important she is to Mitchy. He viewed them as each other’s keeper. And Mitch did not love the idea of them together at first cause he didn’t know if Auston would hurt her but Mitchy really does trust Auston with Carson. He has seen the genuine love Auston has for her and Auston has always been so respectful of Carson and Mitch’s relationship. He knows they’re on of the most important people in each other’s life and he really wanted Mitch to know that he does love Carson and would never hurt her the way she’s been hurt in the past. This is how Mitch is now such a huge part of Mia’s life too. Like two of his favourite people had a baby and she became one of his favourite humans as well. He absolutely adores Mia and the love he has for her is always noticeable

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lokis-little-kitten · 3 years

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Teaching Assistant 1

Title: Teaching Assistant Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: LokixReader Rating: Mid Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.

You sit down and grab the books and notepad that you need for your class. The book- Mansfield Park- was absolutely amazing and you mourn the fact that this month is over and so this book. Professor Laufeyson- the Literature professor- always has you read one book per month and has you write an essay on it.

Professor Laufeyson is definitely your favourite teacher here at Asgard University. He is the son of the dean, Odin Allfather, and brother of the next dean Professor Odinson.

Professor Laufeyson is a strange one- you have to admit- but he has passion. He loves literature and that makes him a great teacher. He is stern though… You have never seen him laugh or even smile. He doesn’t allow you in without your book- not even to listen to his lecture- and holds the old fashion dear to his heart. He isn’t that old yet, however. Only twenty-something. Not much older than you-you believe.

He is also very handsome. It may be unprofessional to think that of your professor but you can’t go around it. Raven black hair that barely reaches his shoulder is always combed back. Pale skin and piercing green eyes adore his skinny face and match his lean body perfectly. He always wears a suit- with tie!- while dominating the room. He is basically the wet dream of everyone. Handsome, smart, good family, money and secure job, what else more would- could- you ask for?

You and your best friends always wonder how he would be in private. Would he be just as domineering or would he let go a bit? Be a playful gentle black lab? You just don’t know…

When said best friend- Dimitri- walks in he smiles at you. ‘’There is my bestest friend of all time,’’ he chirps as he pulls you in a hug. ‘’Hey there baby,’’ you chuckle and hug him back. Dimitri is like family to you. You were removed from your home when you were only ten years old and went from foster family to foster family. Dimitri is here from America because he wanted to study in the UK. He rarely sees his useless parents as well and so you sought comfort in each other.

Then Professor Laufeyson strides in. In a straight line he goes for the desk and lays his bag on the table. He pulls out Mansfield Park and his laptop. Next, he starts the beamer and connects his laptop to it so it shines on the white-board. The long coat slides from his shoulder and is then parked on the back of his chair.

All of this takes him a while but everyone is quiet. The gaze of every student is focussed on the man in front of you. He then finally stops walking around and stares at you for a moment.

‘’So,’’ his voice then echoes, ‘’I see you have made it to my class. Good, because today I have an announcement. Since the first month of this year is over I will need a teaching assistant. This will obviously be great on your resume, help your grades, give you time off school, count as volunteering this year and may even secure a job on this very university. If you are interested you will have to fill out a form that you can find in your email and send it to me before tomorrow. Next class I will announce who got the job.’’

A careful hand is raised in the first row. ‘’Miss Jobbs, what is it,’’ Loki asks coldly. ‘’How will this person be selected.’’ ‘’I will. Who I think is most fitting will get the job, simple. Any other questions?’’ His gaze scans the class until another hand rises.

‘’Mister Fors?’’ Loki slightly turns towards the boy on the third row. ‘’Well… Will things like grades or attendance count in this progress?’’ ‘’Most certainly! Everything, mister Fors,’’ Loki spits out while leaning on his chair, ‘’will count in this choice. Now let’s continue but before that.’’

Suddenly his gaze falls onto you. ‘’Miss Y/L/N, does your sitting position enhance your academic performance?’’ You look at yourself. You have one foot folded under you and the other over your knee. It’s comfortable.

‘’Yes?’’ Loki raises his brows. ‘’Very well then. Can I then assume you are able to tell me why Mansfield Park is such a brilliant but lesser-known novel from Miss Auston?’’ And so the class has started.

Professor Laufeyson gives all of you some homework and Wuthering Heights to read at home but then lets you go. You’re relieved that there is a break after his class, it is always so intense that you're in dire need of it!

You sit down at a bench with a hot latte next to you. Dimitri sits down on the opposite site and gives you a smile. ‘’So… Teaching Assistant. Sounds good to me, what about you?’’ You nod and get your laptop. ‘’I think I will apply but I don’t think he’ll choose me. I mean nor my attendance or grades are perfect and that is what he looks for… perfection,’’ you mumble while still clicking on the email.

You open the form and read it through. Standard things. Class, name, age, major. You fill it in and send it to your teacher while chatting with Dimitri. ‘’The question is, however,’’ you smirk hitting the send button, ‘’will you apply?’’ Dimitri shrugs. ‘’Nah… I don’t need the extra work. I just want to relax.’’ You nod a little and open your drive.

You’re a bit of a writer and so do it in all of your spare time. You have written and ton of stories already. Passionate fighters, tearful expeditions and ‘written erotica’ you could better qualify under BDSM… You have a hidden soft spot for it.

Never did you bring it up in any of your relationships or even to your friends. You never went to any forms to talk to other. You’re just you and you write about it in secret.

Your secret…

The week passes slowly as usual. You like going to school but sometimes you get sick and tired of the endless lecturing. Then the first class of this week with Professor Laufeyson rolls around.

When you walk in you can feel the nervous atmosphere in the room. Most people want to know who got the assistant position. You too fidget with your rings while waiting for Laufeyson to walk in.

‘’Hello class,’’ then echoes through the room accompanied by his heavy footsteps, ‘’good to see you all survived the four days without this class. ’’

He does his normal routine while letting everyone wait in excitement. He then casually starts his class. He explains a million things but not much sticks this week. He probably tells you half of the same things tomorrow anyways. He then finally finishes up.

‘’I expect you to have one-fourth of your essay done on Thursday and then… What you- apparently- all have been waiting for this class. Who has the assistance position.’’ You are already talking yourself down. He won’t pick you… Why did you even apply with those grades? It’s pathetic. Hopefully, no one finds out.

‘’Miss Y/L/N, you are the lucky girl that has the position from now on I expect you in my office in ten minutes to discuss everything.’’ Your eyes widen when he says it. You… Is he sure he means you? Maybe he just got the wrong name. He must have.

The class start to empty out when you get out of shock and able to pick up your stuff. You quickly do and rush to the professor's office. You wait for it to be exactly ten minutes since he is very keen on punctuality.

You knock once, twice… Answer. ‘’Come in!’’ You open the door and peer into his office. You had never been inside. It is beautifully old and cosy. The walls are wood panels with patterns in them. The floor is carpet which you didn’t expect but the grey-brown pattern compliments the room.

On the left is his desk that is the same colour brown wood as the walls. The leather chair behind him is green just like all of the other accent colours in the room like the lamps. Everything metal is a golden shade while fabric is that same dark green. On the right side is a fireplace that burns softly with two bookcases on both sides. In the corners are green-brown chairs you can sit in and read. The office is perfect for Professor Laufeyson, undeniable.

‘’Miss Y/L/N, come sit,’’ he speaks pointing at the simple green brown chairs in front of his desk. ‘’Thank you,’’ you whisper while walking towards the left chair quietly. You feel like you’re not allowed to make any noise here.

‘’I assume you were rather surprised when I said your name? It was written all over your face,’’ he mumbles while looking down on a paper with a red Sharpie in hand. ‘’Yes,’’ you breathe. ‘’Why is that?’’ He still doesn’t look up at you, almost ignoring you.

‘’I’m not a perfect student I-’’ ‘’No your not that is why I chose you.’’ Finally, he looks up from his work. ‘’I think you have it in you to become a great student. Maybe one of the best I’ve had.’’ You furrow your brows. ‘’Well… thank you?’’

Professor Laufeyson puts away his marker and now gives you his full attention. ‘’Miss Y/L/N, the reason I asked you here was so we can discuss your duties as my assistant. You will be required in my office after your last class everyday, unless I dismiss you beforehand. Understood?’’ ‘’Yes.’’

‘’Good, most of it will be self-explanatory when it comes along but there are some things you need to know before we start all of this.’’

Half an hour later you finally leave his office. This guy really is intense. He asked you at least a million different questions, told you about him and the uni while also telling all of the rules. You were quick to get your notebook when he started to tell you the rules. Luckily he was so kind to repeat them every now and again so you could write them down.

He had you print your schedule as well so he could find you if he needed you when in class and so he knew when to expect you. He also had you print out some other things. Luckily there is a Bluetooth printer located in his office.

When you finally get home the only thing you want to do is write, eat and sleep. So that is what you do. You write a smut- BDSM- story because… why not and have dinner. You’ll print your story tomorrow, you tell yourself when you are ready to go to bed.

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hockeyisit · 3 years

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Something Important

Summary: Auston and Amelia get high together.

A.N. Hii I wrote this because I was in the mood and I was high. Sooo sorry if its terrible. Also hope everyone saw the game last night it sounded amazing. I wasn’t able to watch it because I’m not from Canada but I was listening along and wished that I could have seen it live lol! Anyways always avaible to talk and always open for request. Also I plan to write about Auston and his hat trick as soon as I get a minute. I am also still working on part 4 of we lost and that sadly might be a minute before its out.

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“Hey babe,” Auston said, slipping his arm around me and pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him before leaning back to give him a quick peck with a bright smile.

“Hi, sorry about your game,” I said growing slightly. They had played against the Dallas Stars and lost 3-1. Despite the loss the guys had still decided to go out to the bars and invited the WAGs. I met them there by taking an Uber.

“It’s okay. You look beautiful,” he said his eyes hungrily eying my body. I had decided to wear my favorite lacy black lingerie underneath a denim skirt with a black top. I pulled him into a more hidden spot and guided his hand to the top of my shirt above my bra. I then moved my top slightly so he would be able to see the lingerie.

“So I grabbed something from your apartment before I came here. I hope you don’t mind,” I smiled innocently at him as I pulled the gummy worm edibles I had shoved into my purse out. He laughed as he took a few from my hand and ate them.

“Oh please tell me this is going to lead to high sex,” Auston mumbled against my shoulder once he had leaned in. I giggled as I pushed him away.

“You're terrible,” I joked. He laughed before pulling me in so that our lips were almost pressed together.

“You love it,” he said gently. I blushed dark red before connecting our lips in a filthy kiss.

“Get a room Tony,” Hollsy called as he walked by causing us to pull apart. Mitchy laughed as he pulled Steph along to the bar. She sent me a help look and I pulled Auston along as we followed them to the bar.

“Did you take any edibles?” Auston asked as he crowded me against the bar. I turned my face to him and shook my head no.

“I smoked with Macy. I didn’t want to use your edibles when I can smoke,” I told him knowing he didn't have that many left. He tightened his grip on me as a man crowded into our space.

“Can I get a pink vodka lemonade for her and a bud light for me,” Auston said once he had flagged the bartender down. Once we had our drinks we made our way over to the table the team had selected.

“How are you feeling?” Auston asked in my ear once we sat down at the table. I grinned at him as I climbed into the booth. I had been really excited to come out and spend time with Auston tonight but honestly I couldn't wait for us to head home.

“I’m good,” I grinned at him. “Let me know when that edible hits,” I continued glancing over to Steph.

“Hey what’s up?” she asked as she slid herself into the booth Mitch following closely behind her. I smiled at her feeling more high than anything as I leaned against Auston. The joint I had smoked with Macy was really starting to catch up with me.

“Oh nothing, I hadn't realized it's been so long since I’ve seen you,” I said smiling sadly at her. Truthfully it had been almost two weeks since I had been out with any of the WAGs. I had been so busy with work and classes that I hadn't had any time to go out and have fun. Even seeing Auston had been difficult as off late. I knew that I wanted to stay and catch up with Steph and some of the other girls but really I just wanted some alone time with Auston.

“Amelia it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” Willy said approaching the table and holding his arms open. I grinned widely as I stood up from the booth to hug him back.

“Oh my god Willy!” I exclaimed as I threw my arms around him.

“I missed you,” I said against his shoulder with a loud laugh. He pulled away laughing and then turned to give Auston a bro hug. I stared off at the dance floor casually sipping my vodka drink as Willy and Auston stood chatting for a bit.

“Can we dance?” I asked tucking myself into Austons side and interrupting the conversation he was having with Willy. He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head.

“I’mma dance with her. I'll talk to you later,” Auston told Willy nodding down at me and then led the way to the dance floor for the two of us. Once we made it to the dance floor Auston moved up close behind me so that I was grinding into him and the two of us danced like that for an hour as we sipped on our drinks.

“I’m starting to feel it,” Auston mumbled against my ear as our bodies moved to the beat. I grinned as I grinded back into him before turning around.

“Babe, I’m still so high from the joint I smoked with Macy,” I said smiling as I pressed a quick kiss to his neck.

“Do you want to head back?” he asked, moving his hands from my waist higher up. I nodded my head with a smile on my face as I turned around to face Auston. He took his hands off me and reached out to grab my hand leading me over to the table.

“Hey, we're heading out,” Auston announced as we got back to the table. We got a few nods in return, so I quickly said goodbye to some of the girls and then we made our way out of the bar.

“Babe,” Auston said, pulling on my arm and coming to a stop.

“What?” I asked, reaching up to run my hand through my messy hair.

“Can you get me a hotdog at that stand?” Auston asked, pointing to a hotdog stand at the end of the block. I let out a giggle as I nodded my head. The two of us made our way to the end of the block and I ordered the hotdog for Auston making sure to get no ketchup and then paid.

“Alright we're going to walk is that okay with you?” I asked Auston noticing just how crossed he was. He nodded his head and the two of us started our way to his apartment. His hand slipped into my back pocket pulling me closer.

“Babe you didn’t put ketchup on it,” he whined as he took his bite.

“You know I don't like ketchup,” I reminded him, taking it out of his hands. He stopped walking and sent a glance my way.

“I didn’t say I wanted to share this,” he said as he pulled it out of my reach.

“Auston,” I whined, turning to face him. He laughed as he took another bite of the hotdog. Ass.

“Auston what?” he asked after he finished chewing.

“Quit being an ass,” I laughed as I lightly hit his arm. He laughed harder as he finally handed me the hotdog.

“Alright let's go it's cold out here,” Auston said, reminding me that it was cold and I wasn't wearing a very warm outfit. I shivered as I tried to walk closer to Auston for body heat. He glanced at me and noticed my shivers and took off his suit coat.

“Here,” he said handing it over and taking the hotdog from me so I could put the coat on.

“You know what Auston,” I said coming to another stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He kept walking for a second before noticing and then turned around to face me.

“Amelia. What are you doing? Remember it's cold out?” he asked, confused as he tried to grab my hand to keep us moving.

“Auston stop, this is important,” I said, not budging from my spot. He turned back to face me again and gave me an encouraging nod.

“What?” he asked, entertaining me.

“I don’t know if I want to tell you anymore,” I said pretending to move forward, only for his hand to stop me.

“No no no. You said it’s important now we have to hear it,” he grinned down at me.

“Well now you're being a jerk so I don’t want to tell you,” I stared up at him. He didn't say anything and just stared at me waiting.

“I’m sorry I really do want to hear what you have to say,” Auston said trying to apologize. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips.

“I just love you. And you're a really good boyfriend when you're not being a jerk,” I told him as I pulled back with a wide grin spread across my lips.

“Oh. Thanks babe,” Auston responded surprised. He pecked me on the forehead before pulling me the rest of the way to his apartment building and into the elevator.

“Let’s just go straight to my room and put on a movie,” Auston mumbled as he unlocked his front door. Felix greeted us excitedly, his tail wagging.

“I should probably take him out,” Auston groaned as he reached down for Felix’s leash. I nodded as I took my shoes off and offered him his jacket back. He took it shrugging it on.

“You can go change into something comfier in my room,” he said nodding in the direction of the bedrooms before making his way out.

Once I got to Auston’s room I immediately went to his closet and looked around at all the different things hanging. I glanced between his Maple Leafs jersey and a long sleeve button up trying to figure out which one he would find sexier. Deciding on the jersey I threw it on before making my way over to the bed and sitting on top of the comforter.

“Babe do you want popcorn?” Auston called from the kitchen once he had gotten back.

“Only if you do,” I called back. I heard him shuffling around in the kitchen for a few more moments before he started to make his way down the hall.

“Can we watch the Avengers,” Auston asked as he pushed the door open and walked in with a bag of chips and a plate of strawberries. I nodded as I reached over for the remote and turned on Age of Ultron.

“I brought you strawberries. I remember that one time you told me about how they are better when high. I even cut them up for you,” Auston said shoving the plate my way. I laughed as I took the plate from him.

“Thanks. How was it taking Felix out?” I asked moving the food to the side table and then crawled on top of Auston so that I was straddling him.

“Good. You look so sexy in my jersey babe,” he moaned sliding his hands up my waist feeling the lacy lingerie under the jersey.

“Can’t believe you wore this to the bar tonight,” he muttered, hiking the jersey up so that he could take in more of the lingerie.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you all night,” he leaned up and placed a kiss on my lips before pulling away and flipping us over so that he was on top. He pulled the jersey up higher so that he was able to take in my whole body. He leaned down and started placing light kisses on my belly and moved up towards my breast.

“What do you want from me tonight?” Auston asked, pulling the jersey off and then leaning back down so that he could start sucking a hickey into my breast. I moaned loudly as I pushed into him.

“Tonights all about you babe,” I said, pulling his face up with both of my hands so that he was looking into my eyes. He stared at me hungirly before pulling me into a deep kiss and letting his hands rome my body. I moved my hand that was playing with the end of his hair down his body so that my hand was resting just above his waistband. Just as I was about to tug his pants off there was a loud knocking on the door. I threw my head back with a loud groan.

“Did you invite someone over?” I asked. He shook his head no leaning back.

“Maybe if we ignore it they will go away,” he suggested leaning back in to kiss me again only for the knocking to continue. This time Felix started barking back. Auston groaned as he climbed off the bed and made his way out of the room. I laid down into the bed relaxing as I waited for Auston to come back. I waited for another five minutes before deciding to throw something on to go check on him. Once I was dressed in his sweats and a sweatshirt. I followed the conversation coming from the kitchen.

“Freddie,” I smiled as I approached the two standing at the counter. I walked over to Auston and he quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“Sorry it's so late,” Freddie apologized to me. I gave him a polite smile and shook my head.

“Don’t worry. Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Freddie here just needs some friends to hang out with tonight,” Auston squeezed my shoulder giving me a soft smile.

“Well Auston and I were watching Age of Ultron. I could put it on the tv out here,” I suggested. Freddie gave me a grateful smile while Auston nodded along.

“Freddie we’re just going to turn the tv off in the room and grab the snacks,” Auston said and then the two of us made our way towards the bedroom.

“I’m sorry that I invited him to stay, he’s been feeling really homesick and the media has been so brutal on him lately,” Auston started saying the second the door was shut. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips cutting him off. I loved how much Auston cared about the people he loved.

“Don’t worry about it Aus. Freddie is always welcome here,” I smiled at him pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

“Now go turn the movie on I just want to take my lingerie off,” I said, nudging him out of the room. He laughed pressing another quick kiss to my cheek and leaving the room.

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puccbunni · 4 years

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“Friends” Pt.2

| Auston Matthews | Maple Leafs |

{ Senorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello }

Hey guys I am so sorry for the gap in between parts 1 and 2 I’ve just been crazy busy moving, but here is part 2 for everyone!! This has been edited with the precision of a kindergartener.

Also to anyone living in the US Happy Thanksgiving Yall ❤️

WARNINGS:

Swearing

Drinking

Smut (sorry!! Not sorry 🙄)

A light knocking wakes you from your sleep, you grab your phone to look at the time and see that it’s almost two in the afternoon. After leaving Austons condo at four that same morning you booked an Uber back to your apartment and was able to thankful sneak back in without waking Steph or Mitch.

“Yeah” you call out to who you presume is Steph.

The door opens and Steph walks in with a bottle of water and painkillers and sets them on your nightstand.

“Hey hun how you feeling?” She asks handing you two painkillers.

“Just tired,you?” You take the two painkillers from Steph and pray they quickly mend your throbbing head.

“A little hungover but nothing too bad.” She says as you reach back over for your phone to check through your notifications.

Steph continues talking to you but you are barely listening as you see a message from Auston.

Auston:

Didn’t want to say goodbye?

Your cheeks start to darken as memories from the night before come flooding back.

“Who are you talking to?” Steph asks trying to peer over the top of your phone.

“Ahh no one, just a friend.” You say locking your phone and tossing it to the other side of your bed.

“The same friend you disappeared with last night?”

“What?” You stare at Steph, not knowing how you were going to explain your way out of this one.

“I left because I felt sick.”

Maybe she saw you and Auston leave the bar together, or maybe she just put two and two together after you and Auston both disappeared at the same time.

“Oh Please, Mitch heard you sneak back in this morning!” She laughs. “So was this ‘friend’ good?”

“Maybe.” You mumble, bring the covers up to hide your face.

“Do I get to know his name at least?” She asked pulling the covers away from your face.

His name... there was one problem with that, did Auston want people to know you had hooked up? That was a question you didn’t know the answer to because you were too chicken shit to wait until the boy woke up to leave.

“Umm just a guy from my history class, you wouldn’t know him.” You lie hoping she won’t push the topic any further.

“Mmhmm, well who ever he is at least you are finally getting some, I thought you’d turned into a nun there for a second.” She laughs leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Steph did have a point besides your little escapade from the night before, you hadn’t slept with anyone since your ex boyfriend, Elliot, had broken up with you 6 months ago via text after 3 years of being together, claiming ‘it was too hard for him to do it in person’. He too had started out as a friend but after spending every day together it quickly turned into more, although you hadn’t slept with Elliot before you had started dating. After the breakup it took you a few months for you to get your life back to normal and not feel like you would burst into tears whenever you were alone. It was for this reason you had decided against the whole dating thing to protect your still slightly broken heart.

But now you had really gone and put your foot in it by sleeping with Auston, it wasn’t like you regretted it, hell it had been the best sex you’d had in a long while, but you knew that sex complicated things, it always complicated things. That’s part of the reason you had left before he woke up, so you could just avoid the awkward conversation and pretend like nothing ever happened and that’s exactly what you plan to do.

It had been almost a month since the night you had slept with Auston and you would be lying if the events of that night hadn’t crept their way into your mind especially while you were laying in bed, trying to lull yourself to sleep. But no amount of cold showers helped stop the images flashing through your brain, this had you pent up and frustrated beyond belief which is why when a few friends from your classes in college mentioned going to a bar you jumped at the chance to find some male attention to help give you some relief between your aching thighs.

You had been sat at the bar with three of your friends for a few hours now just sipping on your beer and talking about one of your recent classes and your mutual dislike for the professor. It was a slow night with no one particularly catching your eye. Just as you were about to give up on your search you heard your name shouted from across the bar.

“Y/N!” You turn your head in the direction it had come from to see a familiar mop of blonde hair.

“Willy, hey.” You slip from your stool as he pulls you in for a hug.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“We just got back from a road trip and thought we’d celebrate with a few drinks.” He replies.

“We?” You raise your brow looking at Willy and seeing no one around him.

“Yeah, Auston’s here.” He motions towards the door and that’s when you notice his brunette curls above the rest of the crowd.

As Auston gets closer he’s scanning the room looking for Willy and your eyes meet, the side of his mouth pulls up into a slight smirk and you can already tell the rest of your night is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

“You’re alive.” Auston says stopping about a foot in front of you eyeing you up and down.

“Last time I checked.” You shrugged trying to play cool as you calmed your raging nerves.

“Huh just hadn’t heard from you, thought you had to have been dead.” He crosses his large arms across his broad chest.

“Nope, just busy I guess.”

Will starts up a conversation with you and you introduce them both to your friends who invite the pair to join your group much to your frustration they agree to join. Auston had chosen to sit next to you and with the close proximity you could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating from his arm that would lightly brush against yours every so often. You spent most of the next hour trying not to make eye contact with Auston or trying to put a tiny bit more space between the two of you without anyone noticing the thick tension between you both. No matter how hard you tried or how many more drinks you downed you couldn’t stop the wetness pooling in your lower half, so you excused yourself and went outside the bar just to get some much needed fresh air. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply taking in the cool Toronto air, you really needed to get a grip, it was one time, one brief lapse in judgement, one night, you really shouldn’t be giving it this much thought and it didn’t have to be this awkward, you were friends, that’s all just friends. So you just needed to treat him like a friend right??

“Y/N.” A voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you don’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“Auston.” You reply.

“You okay?” He asks as he stands just in front of you forcing you to meet his eye for the first time in the last hour.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask back, dropping your eyes to the ground.

“Hey, look at me.” Auston gently places a hand under your chin encouraging you to look at him. There’s a look in his eye it looks like he’s almost worried, nervous even.

“If you regret what happened...”

“I don’t regret it.” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Sleeping with you, I mean, I don’t... uh... I don’t regret it.”

You see the worry quickly leave his eyes.

“Then why are you avoiding me huh?”

“I am not avoiding you.” You lie.

He cocks his eyebrow.

“Pfft, you left before I woke up.”

“And?” You shrug.

“And then you didn’t reply to my text.” He continues.

“That’s not me avoiding you, like I said that’s me being busy Auston.” You say as convincingly as you could.

“Okay and what about tonight, you haven’t said more than a handful of words to me and you cant even look at me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You ask.

“What ever the hell is going on in that head of yours, we’re friends Y/N...” but before he can finish what he’s saying you cut him off.

“We were friends Auston, but we fucked that up.” You take a step back from him.

“How did we fuck up anything?” He asks looking genuinely confused.

“Sex. It always complicates things, it fucks up everything.” You say bluntly.

“I disagree.” He states.

“Of course you do.” You roll your eyes.

“No seriously, we had fun, well I think we had fun...” he pauses look at you for an answer.

“It was fun I guess.” You say quietly avoiding eye contact. You hear him laugh slightly at your response before he continues.

“Then what’s the problem? What’s wrong with two friends having a little fun together?” He asks.

You look at him for a second and a thought enters your mind for the first time, friends could have fun together right, and it could just be friends, no emotions no feelings, just fun. So with the courage granted to you from the copious amount of alcohol flowing through your bloodstream you look Auston in the eye and ask

“Is that what you want?”

“What?” He cocks an eyebrow, confused by the question.

“Friends, that have fun. Is that what you want?” You ask taking a step closer towards him.

“Do you mean friends with benefits?”

You simply nod.

“Are you offering to be friends with benefits with me Y/N?”

“I like being friends with you Auston, and I don’t wanna loose that friendship and this.” You motion between the two of you.

“This is awkward and I hate it, and that’s partly my fault I shouldn’t have left before we spoke that morning I am sorry. But I am not ready for something serious and I didn’t want to have that conversation hungover. And I am sorry I didn’t reply to you I just didn’t know what to say. But you’re right that night was fun and if you want we can keep having fun, no emotions, no expectations just fun.” You say trying to gauge his reaction.

“You’re being serious?” He asks. His eyes dancing with mischief and excitement in a way that was turning you on.

“You want this Y/N?”

You simply nod again.

“I need to hear you say it baby.” He says closing the gap between you.

You bite your bottom lip hearing his nickname for you as the wetness in between your legs becomes more and more intense.

“I want this.” You say as his lips crash down onto yours.

You wrap your hands around his neck feeling the back of his brunette curls brush against your fingertips as his large hands slid down to your waist, slowly running up and down your curves until they landed on the curve of your ass. You bit down on his bottom lip needing more, more for from the kiss, more from Auston, a low moan came from the back of his throat as he took your cue and deepened the kiss and as his tongue entered his mouth you tugged tighter on his hair.

“Umm Y/N?” Your friend Sarah said as she opened the door to the bar.

You quickly jumped apart from Auston and brought your hand up to you lips as if to hide any evidence of what you and Auston were just doing.

“Yeah Sarah what’s up?” You ask trying to act as normal as possible.

“We were just heading off but didn’t want to leave Will by himself.” She explains looking between you and Auston.

“Oh okay uhh... we will come in.” You say as you walk past her and back into the bar.

As you pass her she gives a quick smirk and whispers

“You have some explaining to do on Monday.” You cheeks go a deep red shade as you drop your head and walk back to where the rest of the group was sat.

After your friends had left you sat with Willy and Auston sipping on your drink, looking at Auston over the top of your bottle trying desperately to pay attention to whatever it was Willy was saying, and not climb across the table and crawl into Austons lap in front of the entire bar. But Auston was making this far to hard, the way his hand was twirling his drink in his hand made you think of how his hands ran up and down your waist, how they gripped your ass tightly as he deepened the kiss you two had shared no long ago. The way his leg brushed against yours under the table. Or how you knew his eyes were mentally undressing you right in that very moment. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to bring some relief to your aching core, but it was no use because you knew the only thing that was going to bring you relief was the man sat right in front of you only a few feet away.

“Y/N?” Will asks snapping you out of your trance.

“Huh, sorry Will what did you say.” You ask shaking your head.

“I asked if you wanted another drink, are you okay?” He asks looking concerned.

“You look a little flushed.”

“I uhh I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink maybe I should go.” You say purposely stumbling as you stood from your seat.

You locked eyes with Auston, hoping he would get your drift and play along and thankfully he did.

“Yeah maybe I should get you an Uber.” He says standing and coming over to your side putting an arm around you waist to steady you.

“Maybe Matts should go with you, you really don’t look so good Y/N.” Willy suggests.

“I am so sorry Willy.” You apologise leaning closer into Auston.

“Don’t be as long as you’re all good.”

“Thank you.” You mumble

“You got her Matts?” Will asks Auston.

“Yeah of course, the Uber’s on its way, I’ll see you tomorrow man.” He says as he helps guide you towards the door.

As soon as the Uber pulls up you open the door and slide in practically dragging Auston in behind you and as soon he shuts the door behind him you attach your lips to his. Auston pulls back slightly and you give him a quizzical look

“What’s wrong?” You ask worrying that he had changed his mind about your new little arrangement.

“I thought you were drunk.” He says looking at you.

“I mean yeah that’s what typically happens at a Bar Auston.” You state as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait so you’re good, I just don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re too far gone.” He says tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Aust, I am good, I swear. But thank you for checking.” You say pecking his lips.

“I just needed to get out of there because I was about 30 seconds away from crawling over the table and fucking you in that bar.” You whisper into his ear as you lightly bite on his earlobe.

Auston groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, as he opened them you saw that his pupils had blown and had darken. He lightly grabbed you by the throat and brought your lips to his. His tongue quickly entered your mouth as he moved his hand from your throat to your hair tangling his fingers into your long strands. You ran your hands over his hard chest as you moaned into the kiss tugging on he’s black button up shirt wanting it off.

“Patience, baby.” He mumbled

His lips detaching from yours and he kissed along your jaw and down your neck sucking and nipping softly until he reached your sweet spot just above your collar bone, a soft whined echoed through the small space of the car, you could feel Auston smile against your skin as he began sucking harder you had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the moans from falling out of your mouth. You felt his other calloused hand run up your the inside of your thighs and begin to stroke your clothed core. You tried to grip his wrist to stop his advances as you became painfully aware of the driver sat less then a foot away from you. But this didn’t stop him as he slipped a finger past your laced panties and into you dripping folds.

“Jesus.” He moaned against your skin as he felt the wetness that had pooled in your core. He spread you wetness running is fingers from your clit back down to you entrance teasing it slightly every time he brushed over the opening. Your hips bucked trying to find just a tiny bit more pleasure from his fingertips as you began rubbing yourself against his hand not caring how needy you being. Auston bought his finger back to your entrance and slipped his middle finger in slowly pumping it in and out, your nails raked down the front of his chest as he added a second finger bringing his thumb up to your clit and started rubbing firm circles on your sensitive bud. Maybe it was the fact it had been almost a month since anyone had touched you or the fact a stranger was sat right in front of you but you could feel your orgasim building quickly, like a steam train with no breaks. You run your hands up to cup Austons cheeks as you guide his lips back to yours in hopes you can drown out your moans in the kiss. Feeling your walls contract around his fingers, Auston increased his speed pumping in and out faster and deeper than before, whilst applying more pressures your clit.

“Let go baby.” He groaned softly in your ear. And at those words your orgasim crashed over you like waves on a shoreline. You dropped you head onto Austons shoulder and bit your lip so hard you were truly shocked you didn’t draw blood. Austons fingers didn’t stop moving until you had ridden out every last drop of pleasure he could give to you in the back seat of the Uber. After you had finished you looked up at Auston and giggled slightly your cheeks flushing from embarrassment, Auston removed his fingers from your sensitive core and you whined quietly at the sudden loss. He bought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, never breaking eye contact with you. You adjust your underwear and dress so that they sat back where they were supposed to.

“We might have to give him a tip.” You mumble into Austons neck as he swings his arm around you. You sit in silence for the rest of the painfully long car ride back to Austons.

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toplinetommy · 4 years

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Without Warning - Matthew Tkachuk

Synopsis: A college!AU where Matty is playing D1 hockey with people he’s actually played with at various levels (he’s in like his third year in this and is going to the NHL after)

Words: 2.9k

A/N: purely basing this off of my friend’s D2 college hockey experiences, stereotypical guy talk is mentioned (like pulling girls), gif credit to @matthewtkafuck

“Just come out with us Chucky!” His captain, Noah yells across the locker room to him. The boys were buzzing, coming off a two-game series sweep against their state rivals, propelling them to a first place spot in the division.

He began taking his chest pads off, contemplating the idea, “I don’t know man.” On one hand, he could go out and finally let loose after a long week of tough practices and study sessions, but on the other he could run into the one person he avoided on campus: you.

“Bro, you never come out anymore, just let loose!” His center, Auston, advises.

As Matthew pushes his pads into his bag, he looks around the room. The energy is high and he can tell everyone is deciding to go out and even talking about their post-bar plans. Besides, the weather was actually nice for this time of year. The snow from last week’s storm had finished melting away and the temperature was higher than it normally was for late February in Boston.

“Sure.”

The first hour or two of him being at the bar passed by like a blur. Him and Noah had decided to go drink for drink throughout the night and had even started stacking their cups in the corner of the booth their group occupied.

The loud house music beats into Matthew’s ears as he and Noah walk back up to the bar for their next round of drinks. Once they both shout their orders over the loud bass, Noah starts talking about this new girl he’s hooking up with. Matthew listens lightly, deciding he doesn’t really want to hear the specific details of Maya. Or was it Mia? Megan? He didn’t know, and he quite honestly was tired of hearing about it.

“And the other day she came over after practice and bud,” He starts, the bartender cutting them off as he returns with the drinks. Matthew tells him to keep it on his tab before Noah continues. “She did this thing when I was about to -”

Matthew’s attention on Noah completely halts as he sees y/n’s small but mighty frame on the other side of the L-shaped bar. Her hair was down, framing her face just the way he liked. Noah noticed the stop in Matthew’s breathing and followed his gaze to where she stood.

“Oh, shit.” Noah remarks.

Noah claps his hand down onto Matthew’s shoulder as they both eye her from their spots. Matthew’s feet feel like cinder blocks as he fails to move so she doesn't catch a glimpse of him. As he starts to regain feeling in his body moments later, he brings his cup to his mouth ditching the straw to take a larger than necessary gulp of the alcohol.

He’s pulled away from his cup, however, when he hears her all too familiar laugh, he tenses back up and debates finishing it in one pull. Her head leans back, exposing the skin of her neck as she rests her free hand on the bicep of the man next to her. Of Matthew’s teammate. Of Matthew’s friend.

He turns heavily on his heels, planning to put as much space between the two of the two of them as he possibly could in the run-down college bar. Noah followed closely behind him, coming to a halt at the booth they were once sat at earlier in the night.

“I didn't know she’d be here, bud.” Noah claimed to Matthew, the rest of the guys turning their heads to their conversation.

“Why wouldn't she be here, Noah? It’s literally the place to be on a Saturday night.” Matthew reasoned, rubbing his forehead with his hand that wasn’t holding his drink.

“Why wouldn’t who be here?” one of the freshmen asked, confused as to the situation unfolding in front of them.

“Y/n,” Matthew groans, color draining from his face when he sees her walking in the general direction of the table he’s occupied himself at. He quickly plops down next to Tyler even though there wasn’t nearly enough space for him. “Don’t move, she’s coming over here.”

Tyler, very nonchalantly, whips his head in the direction Matthew was just looking in to find her. Tyler catches her gaze, and he curses under his breath due to her visibly recognizing him.

Matthew slaps the bicep of his friend for doing next to nothing to avoid her from making her way over to him and his group.

“Hey, Matty,” she greets, causing Matthew’s head to snap up in her direction. He greets her back with his signature tight-lipped smile, hoping that this would cause her to walk away quicker.

“I heard you guys beat Harvard,” She states. Hearing her voice erupts all the past memories of her that Matthew tried so hard to erase over the course of the past few weeks. Her voice is sweet and smooth like honey, completely contradicting the way things ended between the two of you.

Matthew moves to his feet, standing up from the cramped bench he failed to hide himself on. “Hey, y/n.” He greets lowly, looking from your eyes down to your feet. He does it quickly, hesitating to keep his eyes trained on your features for longer than a few seconds. His actions go unnoticed, as she opens her mouth to begin talking again.

“How have you been?” She asks, bringing her glass of whiskey to her lips. He watches her lick the remaining droplets off her lips when she’s done.

“Good, first in the division.” He answers shortly. Matthew leans his body against the wood paneled wall, hand still clasping his drink. He pushes his hands through his curls that he let free for once. Which he soon remembered was something she liked about him, making him feel a little self-conscious in the moment.

“That’s good,” She hums, taking a step towards his stiff figure. This time it was her turn to run her eyes over his body, though she did it much more purposefully and made sure he noticed her actions. He did, and his stomach twisted wondering if she liked the way he looked tonight. He had opted for a pair of light-wash jeans and flannel over his hoodie combo instead of his usual dark grey sweats and t-shirt.

In the moment he was battling internally with himself on whether or not he really wanted to continue to talk to you, but as soon as her hand softly handed on the muscles of his bicep, the battle was over. He visibly lightened on his feet, slouching a much more normal amount than he previously was and he crossed his ankles as he leant more weight on his one leg.

“I noticed you’ve been playing really well recently.” She compliments, speaking loudly over the thumps of the speakers. He reads her facial features, her eyes are much softer than he remembers and her cheeks are especially pink due to her love of blush and the alcohol in her system.

He smiles just wide enough to show his dimples at the compliment, always one to talk about his accomplishments, especially when it’s about how he plays on the ice. “Thanks, the boys have been rolling lately.”

“It’s good seeing you all having fun, too.” She starts, gesturing to the group of players. “I know you don’t let yourself have too much fun too often.” The comment she makes is true, and even more so lately due to her. He holds back a scoff at the comment before speaking up.

“There’s a few people I don’t risk running into.” He says bluntly, leaning away from her so she can clearly see the lack of emotion on his face. “I kinda got roped into coming out tonight.” He watches her face falter a bit at the comment.

Throughout the entirety of their relationship, y/n had only really seen the softer side of Matthew. The two of them had consistently spent time together over the course of the school year, but primarily behind closed doors. Hell, she barely even went to his games even after telling him about her love for the sport.

She still ignores his blatant call out towards her, choosing to not settle on that talking point. An awkward silence falls between the two of them, the loud music and chatter from the crowd filling their ears.

“What have you been up to?” She asks, and God, all Matthew can think about is how awkward this all is. At one point a few weeks ago, conversation was carelessly easy between the two of them and they talked almost every minute of every day.

In the moment, he knows it’s not the best idea to open up to her again, but he doesn’t really think about all of the bad consequences a simple conversation between the two of them can have.

“Just the usual, hockey, workouts, going to classes, spending all my time at the hockey house.” He answers, voice much tamer than before. He takes another small sip from his cup as you offer him a reply.

Conversation continues to flow between the two of you as the two of you catch up on what the other has been doing since they stopped talking all those weeks ago. He starts to see the crowd thin out, indicating that the two of them have been talking for much longer than he realized.

She steps up on her toes, leaning in further and moving her hand up towards his shoulder, and whispers into his ear, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

His head pulls away from hers craning his neck so his eyes are looking into hers. He contemplates saying no for exactly one second before she licks her lips and his mind is made up. “Sure.”

She moves from Matthew’s eyes to his mouth, before she leans in and places her glossy lips on his. A fire lights inside him as he kisses her for the first time in what feels like forever and it’s a feeling he definitely knows he missed.

He pulls away, only enough to speak, “I can drive, I haven’t gotten a new drink in a while.”

She double checks that he’s good to drive before he takes her hand in his and begins to lead her outside. He quickly lets the boys know that he’s heading home and that he’ll see him tomorrow. He continues to walk towards the exit and opens the door for her.

As the two of them step outside, the weather has done a complete 180 from what it was earlier in the night. Where the ground was once clear, there was starting to be a light patch of white snow covering both the pavement and the grass. Y/n shivers in her tank top, and Matthew pulls her closer to his tall frame.

Heavy snowflakes continued to fall as he drove the two of them back to his house off-campus. He turned to look at her in the passenger seat, lightly laughing, “Ya know, I was supposed to celebrate the win tonight with the boys and here I am. Driving you home in the midst of a snow storm.”

She giggled at that, igniting a blush on Matthew’s cold cheeks. He reaches for the knob that controls the temperature in the car, and turns the heat up once more. As he pulls his hand away, y/n grabs it and laces their fingers together.

He gets them to his house, pulling into the crowded driveway before meeting her at the hood of his car. She leans up to him, signifying for a kiss. He meets her halfway, placing his hands on the small of her back. They stand there, kissing in the cold, snowy night for a few more minutes as his hands roam down to her ass. She pulls away from him, lightly tugging on his curls, as he feels his hands grab her ass in a not-so innocent way.

“We should probably go inside.”

“Good idea,” He chuckles, guiding her up the slippery sidewalk towards the front door.

As they walk through the front door, one of his roommates, Micheal, is sitting on the couch. “Hey, y/n” He greets with a smirk, “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

Matthew shoots him daggers as y/n says hi back to him. Michael looks like he’s about to start a conversation, but before he can Matthew yanks y/n up the stairs by their intertwined hands towards his room.

The minor comment his roommate makes sticks in his brain as y/n takes her shoes off and sets them by his desk. He watches her sit on the edge of his bed and he tugs a hand through his curls.

“You shouldn’t have come over.” He states bluntly, standing still a few feet in front of her sitting figure.

“You’re the one that drove me here.” She states pointedly.

“You’re the one that roped me into this bullshit! Like you always do!” He exclaims, pointing at her with flailing arms.

“I did not! I asked you if you wanted to leave and you said yes!” She argues, confusion laced in her tone.

“Why did you even come up and talk to me?” Matthew asks, softly. “We haven't had a conversation in weeks and we ignore each other if we see the other in public.” He was honestly tired, tired of the situations she put him in and tired of how he’s felt lately.

“I don’t know, I just -” She stumbled over her words before Matthew interrupted her,

“You know damn well the games you wanted to play when you walked up to me and said good game.” He states matter of factly. He watches her think of a response as he paces in the small space of his bedroom.

“I missed you!” She exclaims, raising her voice once again. Matthew actually laughs at her statement, throwing his head back as he hears those words come out of her mouth.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Matthew scolds. “You can’t say you missed me when you were the one stopping us from being anything more than what we were! I told you all the time how much I liked you and you just kept telling me you didn’t want a boyfriend and I thought I was fine with that.”

He pauses to take a breath and to collect his thoughts further, he keeps his eyes trained on the wall behind the bed that she’s sat on. The alcohol that was once in his system is completely gone due to the anger in his blood.

“I let myself be okay with what we were and I let myself be okay with you manipulating me.”

“I did not manipulate you.”

“Yes, you fucking did!”

“I let you do whatever the hell you wanted to do and you chose to be with me, and don’t lie about how I was the only one. I know damn well you were sleeping with other people!” She exclaims. She’s standing now, right in front of Matthew’s towering figure.

“Yeah, because you never said anything about it just being us so you can’t be mad at that!” He yells. He takes half a step closer towards her, head leaned downwards to fully look at her. Both of their jaws are tense and their cheeks pink from the anger. Matthew’s eyes are starting to droop from the combination of the game he played earlier that night, the drinking and just the overall feeling of tiredness he had been feeling lately.

“I’m not mad!” She roared, raising her voice to match Matthew’s.

“Then why are you yelling?”

“Because I’m drunk!” She flails, bringing her hands in front of her face, flexing them in frustration.

“That’s fucking bullshit.” He challenged, moving the rest of the way towards her. He grabs her hands and moves them from where they were in front of his face.

“I let your friends chirp me about our relationship all the time. Every time I saw your roommate at the bar and you weren’t there she’d make jokes about me not being with my ‘girlfriend’ and every time one of them introduced who I was to someone else they’d call me your boyfriend. Literally everyone was calling me your boyfriend except for you!”

“If you didn’t want it all to blow up like it did you should've talked to me.”

“And say what? Hey, I can’t sleep with you anymore unless your friends stop talking to me? I liked talking to your friends, I liked the idea of being called your boyfriend.” He argued further, trying his hardest to get his point of view across.

“I told you a million times that I didn’t want that!” She exclaims, “I was constantly checking in with you to make sure you understood that and you always said you did.”

“Because I wanted to be with you however you wanted.” He reasoned back with her, lowering his voice to the calmest it’s been all night. She stood up as he finished speaking, bringing her face closer to his.

She looked into his tired eyes a moment longer before apologizing and leaning in to connect her lips with his. She found her hands tangled in the hair at the back of his neck as he moved his hands from her cheeks down to her waist, before pushing her back onto his bed.

All he could think of as she walked out of his room was that if he would've just set his drink down at the bar last night and left, he wouldn't be laying in his bed right now, thinking about how he would have to start from square one to get over her again. He quite honestly may have been in love with her, but he couldn’t admit that to himself in the moment and he probably never would.

Matthew was finally feeling like himself for the first time in a long time, until she came in and wrecked his world, much like a hurricane.

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willykappymarnsmatts · 4 years

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Badass Strawberry Shortcake

HC by my bestie @dallasstarscallmeplease

-High School Au!

-Auston calls the reader Strawberry Shortcake because freshman year she dyed her hair red.

-the red is well gone but the name sticks.

-“Strawberry Shortcake!!” Is the first thing she hears when she gets to class.

-Auston mutters the theme song behind her in class.

-He found out when her birthday was and got a couple of friends of her to cover her locker in strawberries.

-When someone else calls her Strawberry Shortcake, she says only Auston is allowed to.(She’ll never admit it to Auston himself.)

-Reader plays hockey but only a few people know because she doesn’t really like talking about it.

-She uses hockey as her outlet and it helps improve her game.

-She’s close to making 100 goals.

-last game she hits 99.

-The reader has a game one Thursday

-She’s at school hype because it’s the one she’s been waiting for and they don’t have school the next day.

-“Did you find good strawberries this morning?”

-“Well duh.”

-The strawberry shortcake jokes don’t bother her all morning and all afternoon.

-Last class of the day she’s sitting with her friends in the library.

-They’re talking about what to do after the game.

-“Strawberry Shortcake watches Hockey?”

-“Yes when I’m not tending to my Strawberry garden.”

-The bell ringing and the reader is the first one out.

-One of the reader’s friends asking Auston if he wanted to go.

-“(Reader) will be there. You can make your move.”

-Auston says yes because he knows he’s seeing the true woman he likes.

-Reader is in the locker room getting hyped for the game.

-The reader lip-synching the song playing on the speaker.

-Her and her teammate having snaps of them goofing around.

-“Tonight’s the night! You’re totally going to get it (Reader’s name)!”

-Reader getting her team hype.

-Them coming out for warmups.

-Reader getting in the zone for warmups.

-The reader is skating by the glass when he sees her.

-“Is that Strawberry Shortcake?!!”-breaks across the ice.

-“oh shit”(That one scene from Thor Ragnarok)

-The reader falls on her face.

-“Ow....”

-Reader getting up from the ice and continuing her warmups.

-“Is that the guy?”-Teammate #2

-“Yes. That would be him.”

-“You’re right he is cute. You two would have beautiful children.”Teammate#2

-“Now only if she would tell him.”-Teammate #3

-“I’d rather die than confess to the dude who’s been calling me Strawberry fucking Shortcake that I want to date him. Beside he doesn’t feel the same way.”

-Reader not knowing Auston has been staring the whole time.

-The game starting and the reader is kicking ass taking names.

-She makes her 100th goal.

-Auston cheering. “THATS MY GIRL”

-Beginning of the 3rd, a girl from the other team starts chirping her.

-“Is that your man? He can do so much better. Maybe I can give him a try after.”

-The reader starts to get mad but she hides it.

-“I mean it’s only fair. I gave your man a try last week.”-Reader

-The other girl and the reader drop their gloves and start fighting.

-“God damn it (reader)!”-Friend

-“Kick her ass Strawberry Shortcake!!”

-Reader throws the other girl on the ice.

-Auston taking a small snap of the reader throwing the other girl. Caption: imma marry her(or whatever a good caption is)

-The reader turning around and waving from the penalty box holding a towel to her nose.

-Auston shocked because he’s used to the reader being so calm.

-Auston finding it hot seeing the reader with a bloody nose and kicking another girl’s ass.

-The game ends with the reader’s team winning.

-Reader being the last one out of the locker room.

-Reader laying down on the floor.

-“Hey girl...you gotta get up.”-teammate

-“My crush saw me fall on my face and kick a girl’s ass....I’m processing.”

-“He’s outside the locker room that’s why you have to get up.”

-The reader doesn’t change.

-Auston waiting outside the locker room for her.

-“So does the famous kick ass strawberry shortcake take photos?”

-Her head reaches his shoulder so they have a adorable height difference.

-His arm is around her waist and doesn’t move it.

-The reader says she’s staying late so she can work on her goals.

-Auston says he’ll stay with her.

-The reader and Auston having a 1 on 1.

-“Stop cheating!”

-“I’m not cheating, I’m just fast.”

-The reader and Auston bumping into each other.

-“I’m about to throw you!”

-“Strawberry Shortcake, I’m pretty sure I can throw you into another universe.”

-“Then do it!”

-Auston pulling the reader in by the waist and keeping a firm grip.

-“Ready?”

-“Been ready Matthews.”

-“Gotta close your eyes for full effect.”

-Reader complies

🎆BOOM HE KISSES HER🎆

-She kisses back instantly.

-Matthews pulling away for air.

-“Yeah you threw me alright.”

-Auston starting to pull away but she pulls him back by the wrist.

-“Did I say it was a bad throw?”

-Auston smirking and coming back.

🎆THEY KISS AGAIN🎆

-They go get pizza late at night and the rest is history.

✨Bonus✨:

-When the librarian finds out they’re dating, she goes and collects her winnings during class time.

-“Hello Paul, I believe you have something of mine.”

-The students confused at first.

-Paul sighing and handing her cash.

-“Thank you Strawberry Shortcake. I can buy fancy groceries tonight.” And she leaves the room.

-The reader rolling her eyes as the class laughs.

-“So how many people owe her money?”-Reader

-“The whole 3rd floor.”-Paul

-You hear the librarian down the hall: “Where’s my cash, you science twat?”

-“Rita,how many times have I told you not to call me that?”- science teacher

-“I think she may be quitting after today.”-Reader.

-“Don’t give her the idea. Now back to work.”-Paul

-“I will be going by Science Twat and nothing else.”-Reader telling her friends at her locker.

-“I about died when Ms.Thomas told him that.”-Friend #1

-“I want to be her when I grow up.”-Friend #2

-“I told her that one time and she got me out of math. Best day of my life.”-Reader

-“I thought the best day of your life was when Auston kissed you.”-Friend #1

-“Or when you found out you got into (dream school).”-Friend #2

-“Or when your mom checked you out early.”-Friend #1

-“Or when-“

-“I get it. Ive had a lot of best days.”-Reader

-“But it’s definitely when I kissed you right?”-Auston appearing behind her.

-“I got checked out early for a hockey tournament. But you got me pizza afterward.”-Reader

-✨HOLDING HANDS WALKING OUT OF SCHOOL✨

-🌇AUSTON GRABBING THE READERS BUTT WHEN SHE MAKES IT TO HER CAR🌇

-“Stop grabbing my ass like your life depends on it.”-Reader

-“My life does depend on it and the butt must be touched.”-Auston

-Them hugging again.

-“Text me when you get home.”🥰🥺

-“For the Cup!”📍HE GRABS HER BUTT📍

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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Too Far Gone - Part Forty One

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, therapy, smut. I think that's it

Word Count: 6500

October 9, 2019

Auston did not see Tia much over the next few days. When he returned to her apartment after Fred’s birthday dinner she was already asleep. And the next day was the season opener, and then she had class, and then, and then. There was always something, and if there wasn’t, Tia went to her room. Not to bed, she would be at her desk sketching or working on an assignment. Auston knows she is a student and has to study, but it felt like she was upset and avoiding him.

She was.

When Taylour returned home with Emily and Becks that night, Thomas was gone. They could tell she was upset, and once Taylour fell asleep Tia told them every painstaking detail. She tried not to cry, but she did, they all did. Once all the tears had fallen, she was no longer upset, she was mostly disappointed in herself for ignoring all the signs. She blocked his number from her phone, deleted the entire message thread including the three he had sent since leaving, then removed every trace of him from her social media.

She had removed him from her life. She spent days not thinking about him and what he did, was actually feeling good about everything, then came Heidi along and all she did was ask about it.

It was twenty minutes of “why are you upset with yourself more than him?” “why did you keep going back to him?” “why didn’t you trust your first gut instinct on him?” and “why did you get into a relationship knowing you weren’t mentally or emotionally prepared?”

But the main thing Heidi focused on was the comments he made about her profession, and how those specifically made her feel. It was taxing, constantly being berated with questions over something that Tia didn’t want to waste another breath on.

“Why do you think the comments he made about your profession bothered you so much?”

“How could they not?” Tia scoffs an obvious crease forming in her brows.

Heidi closes her notebook and uncrosses her knee from the other. Setting the notebook down, she looks Tia in the eyes and gives her a soft and reassuring smile. “There is no arguing that what he said is hurtful. But it’s not just how he spoke to you that is making you feel this way, it’s the fact that he implied you aren’t good enough for him solely based on your profession. It’s something you have been struggling with ever since you decided to become a stripper.”

“Well, I never planned on being one,” Tia attempts to defend herself, but her voice is quiet.

“Do you think most strippers plan on being one? Or do you think circumstance led them there?” Heidi continues to probe her.

“Well I…I mean…probably not.” After stumbling through her thoughts, Tia bites the inside of her lip and nods in agreement. None of the women at the Brass Rail envisioned that for their life, some like Tia are using it to help pay for school, others like Sarah needed the support to leave an unhealthy relationship, and others find themselves out of all other options. Regardless of what led them there they all find the money too hard to walk away from. “It’s different being a mom and a stripper though. I’m trying to set an example for Taylour, but what kind of example am I setting when I do that at night?”

“You are working hard to provide for him, so he didn’t have to grow up wondering where his next meal will come from like you did when you first moved here,” Heidi offers, but Tia just shakes her head and offers no rebuttal. “Why do you doubt yourself so often?” Heidi’s eyes soften as she attempts to guide Tia down the familiar trail.

“It’s hard not to. Becoming a single mom so young wasn’t easy, in fact it was fucking hard. I was barely an adult, a kid raising a kid,” she laughs ridiculousness of it. “I basically was forced to grow up overnight.”

“Did it happen overnight though?” Heidi counters. “You left Zurich at sixteen weeks pregnant, almost seven weeks before you originally planned because you wanted to raise your baby away from your fathers’ restrictions. You found an apartment and a job all on your own. Months before you gave birth to Taylour you were making decisions for him and acting like a mother.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Tia replies. “I had no help. Yes, I had my friends, and they became this sort of surrogate family for me, but nothing can replace the love or the support Auston would have given. It was hard, still is hard being a student and a mother…trying to figure out his life when I don’t have mine figured out yet.”

“Nobody figures life out Tia,” Heidi informs her. “How do you think your life would be different if Auston had of been there for those three years?” Tia doesn’t even try to hide the roll of her eyes, it’s such a stupid question. “Besides the obvious of Auston helping to raise Taylour.”

“When Taylour was screaming at 2am and I was bawling my eyes out because I didn’t know how to make him stop and I felt like a failure, he would have been there. When Taylour was sick for the first time and I spent the night on WedMD, Auston would have reassured me it was just a cold and not to trust the internet, he would have kept me calm even though he was panicking on the inside. When I was breaking down over the prospect of adoption, he would - it wouldn’t have gotten to that point. Everything would have been different if he was there to help and support me.”

“You don’t think you have his support now?” Heidi turns the tablet around, letting Tia see the screen of her security camera. Auston is sitting in his car with the engine off and windows down. It looks like he is on his phone, the way his eyes are trained down towards his lap. “He sits there for the entire session, never leaves.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, the realization hits her square in the chest, and she struggles to not drown under the weight of it all. “That’s different.”

“How so?”

“It’s…” Tia diverts her eyes back to Heidi and takes a deep breath, allowing herself time to compose herself. “That’s out of obligation.”

“You think Auston feels obligated to help you?”

“I’m the mother of his child, if I was anyone else he wouldn’t let himself be burdened with my crap.”

“Tia,” Heidi looks to the monitor and slowly turns it around, “love is never a burden.”

The words hang in the air as Tia considers the weight of what Heidi is saying, trying to not let it get the best of her, but it is no use. With one sniffle her lower lip began to tremble, and tears were flooding her eyes.

Heidi is right. No matter how much she pushed him aside and told him to leave he wouldn’t. No matter how mean she was, no matter how many times she hurt him – intentionally or not, Auston was there. He always would be.

“Let’s shift,” Heidi says as the end nears. “Tell me about something that brings you joy.”

One of Heidi’s many exercises is documenting good things in her life. It can be something small like someone holding open a door open, receiving a compliment, or Taylour drawing her a picture. But every session ends with Tia telling her something that brings her joy.

The first few weeks Tia hated it. What could she possibly have to be happy about? Somebody was always looking over her shoulder, the medication Auston watched her take every morning wasn’t working, and everyone had a sympathetic look whenever around her. Everything felt like it was crashing around her.

Now weeks in, and even with the news of Thomas cheating, Tia has things to be excited about. She aced a major assignment for one of her courses, Max and Emily adopted a cat named Rosco – which could also be bad because Taylour will always be asking to go there – and Taylour got himself dressed this morning. He struggled a little with the buttons and Auston had to help get his shoes on the right feet, but he basically dressed himself, which brings her joy but sadness at the same time – her baby is growing up.

“Halloween,” Tia smiles.

“Halloween?” Heidi smiles back. “Is Taylour going as a Paw Patrol character?”

“Marshall,” Tia nods back. “There wasn’t even a chance of him being anything else. He wants me to be Skye and Auston to be Zuma.”

“Are you making all of the costumes?”

“Maybe. Taylour has a costume from Auston’s birthday, I showed him a few sketches, but he is pretty set on that one. Auston has a team party later that night where he is being Freddie Mercury, he is trying to convince Taylour to be a rockstar with him.”

“He’s trying to convince a three-year old to be a musician he’s never heard of instead of his favourite Paw Patrol character?” Heidi smirks while quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Tia chuckles. When Auston showed Taylour a picture of Queen and asked him what he thought, a devious grin spread on Taylour’s face and he swiftly said no. Auston tried again, this time with pictures of families dressed as Queen - trying to show him what they would look like together, Taylour once again said no. Every time he has brought it up since Taylour just laughs and tells Auston he is funny, Tia thinks it’s because Taylour genuinely thinks Auston is joking. “It’s not going well. I think he’s just going to change for the team party.”

Tia spent the next five minutes talking about the costumes, telling her about the pink fabric she bought, but didn’t have the tools to make Skye’s googles and ended up ordering them online. She tells her of the orange fabric, spray paint and hockey helmet she bought to make Zuma’s costume, because she knows that if Auston want to trick-or-treat with them – which he does – he will be dressing like Zuma. Heidi could feel the enthusiasm as she described the process and talked about making their costumes. She could tell Tia was excited.

When Tia walked out of her appointment she smiled and greeted Auston. It was almost as if a new life had been breathed into her, she felt light, happy. She asked him about his afternoon – even though she knew he spent the last hour sitting in a warm car. He gave her a generic response – nothing had happened since he last saw her and put the car in drive.

Auston wasn’t really paying attention to Tia, and maybe if he had he would have noticed that she was different. Instead, he just assumed she would be short with him, because she always was. When they returned home Tia went to retrieve Taylour from daycare when Auston reached for her wrist.

“Can we talk?” he asks, his grip but also his tone tethering her in place.

Flicking her eyes over his, she can sense frustration festering deep within him and can tell this isn’t without cause. With a small nod, Tia stops and moves closer to Auston. He releases her arm and unlocks the door, letting her walk in first.

It��s quiet, tense even as they shake off their jackets and shoes. A heavy tension filling the air - while things haven’t been perfect between them as of late, they haven’t been like this.

“I know something is bothering you.”

Auston doesn’t even try to ease into the conversation. He knew that there would be ups and downs throughout this, people not on anti-depressants have days like that. But he knows Tia, and he knows something is wrong. He held out hope she would talk to him, but as he sat in a warm car for over an hour all he could think about was how it felt like she took a major step backwards, and he wanted to know why.

“I don’t –“

“Please,” desperation is heavy in his words. “Please don’t say nothing is wrong, or you’re fine, or some other BS along those lines. You were like this before in the spring and the summer and I ignored it, then I found you lying on the kitchen floor, I’m not going to let that happen again. So, tell me what is wrong.”

Tia tries to fight the anger that is becoming hotter and thicker in her veins. Maybe if he asked instead of demanded she talk she would consider it. Maybe if he asked her if she was okay with him moving in or offered her rides instead of telling her he was taking her somewhere. Maybe if he did any number of things differently she would be inclined to talk to him. But he never asks, he only directs her.

“You don’t get to come here, force yourself into my life and demand I talk to you.” As much as she is trying to fight it, every word hits her tongue hotter than the one before. “You’re not in charge of me.”

“I’m trying to help you!” Auston groans, frustratedly running a hand down his face.

“And you thought it would be helpful to give me no space, that being forced to live with my ex-boyfriend would help me?!” The more Tia speaks, the more she loses the peacefulness she felt from Heidi and becomes annoyed.

“I thought seeing your son would be helpful,” Auston raises his voice in response to hers. “Because once I realized you weren’t dead my immediate thought was to him and how to protect him. So, when the only two options were take him to my house until you got better on your own – if you got better on your own –“ he emphasizes this part because he genuinely believed if he took Taylour and left Tia to try and find her way out of that mess alone, she wouldn’t have. Even with the help of her friends, he knew she wouldn’t have kept going to therapy or stayed on her meds, and would have found herself back with Thomas making more poor decisions. “Or this,” he eyes around to the apartment, “because there was no way I was letting Taylour be around you like that.”

Tia lets out a heavy exhale and her hands began to quiver at her sides. Drawing her gaze up from the floor, she stares him dead in the eyes to command authority. “You think you’re better than me.”

“Tia –“ Auston rolls his eyes.

“No, you do. You are some bigshot hockey player, you make $11 million dollars a season to play for one of the dynasty teams. Every girl in this city practically falls at your feet, and you can get into any club or restaurant without even trying. You literally have this entire city wrapped around your finger, and because of that you think you’re better than me.” At this point she doesn’t even know what she is saying, she is having an out of body experience and the words are spewing out like vomit. “But I don’t know how someone who has no basic respect for women – you fucking assaulted a war vet for crying out loud – could think he is better than me, or more qualified to make decisions on how to raise a child! You weren’t even here for two years; you have no idea how hard it is to be a parent!”

The second those words came out Tia regretted it.

Not the beginning, she’d stand behind those words until the day she dies – but to be fair her self-confidence is at an all-time low and she thinks everyone looks down on her. But she hates that she threw that at him. It wasn’t his decision to not be there, it was her fathers, and not once has Auston used that as ammunition against her.

“Nice Tia,” clenching his jaw, he furrows his brows at her. “Real nice.”

“Auston I –“

“I try to help you, and you take the one thing I regret yet had zero control over and throw it in my face. And for what? To win an argument?”

The worst part about what Auston is saying, is that he doesn’t sound mad, only pain is coming through. Taking a few steps towards the door Auston begins to gather his belongings when he shakes his head and looks back at her. “Don’t worry about me for dinner, I’ll figure something out.”

The heavy thud of the door slamming practically scares the tears out of her – with a soft sniffle they begin to stream down her cheeks. The weight of her mistake overwhelms her and she crumples into a ball on the floor, her head landing between her knees and she cries. She thought she was doing better, thought she was making progress, but that just proved she has a long way to go.

Becks had barely made it into her bedroom when she felt a buzzing in her back pocket. Dropping her purse and keys in a pile on the bed, she answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey Tia,” she huffs. Walking over to her dresser she pulls her glasses off and puts the call on speaker phone, starting the process of getting changed from work. “How’s it going?”

Peeling her shirt off she is met with silence on the other end and, is about to lean over the screen to ensure she didn’t accidentally hit the mute button or disconnect the call, when she hears a sniffle. And another. Tia isn’t speaking. All Becks can hear is staggered breathing and sniffling coming through the speaker.

“Tia?” she asks, panic rumbling through her. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” she sniffles again. “I fucked up Becks, really fucked up.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

Becks quickly hit the end button and found a shirt on the floor, Camille’s t-shirt she wore to bed last night, but at this point she doesn’t care. She didn’t even have time to put on shoes, she couldn’t worry herself with finding a proper shirt.

Unsure of what to find, but half expects a scene similar to what Auston found a month ago, Becks breathes out a sigh of relief when there was no evidence of drugs or alcohol. But how relieved can you be when you see your best friend sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen floor?

“Hey.” Becks speaks softly as she slides down beside her friend. Bringing a hand out she grabs at her bicep – the only part of her arm she can reach as Tia’s head is resting on her forearm – and gives it a soft squeeze. “What’s going on?”

“I fucked up,” Tia cries. “Like really fucked up.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Becks tries to comfort her.

Tia continues to cry for a few more minutes, and Becks tries to offer support, but it is hard to do that when all she hears is sobs and uneasy breathing. After what feels like an hour, Becks feels her friend start to ease up and decides to prompt her again.

“Whatever it is,” she speaks softly Tugging her arm out she tilts Tia’s chin, trapping her gaze. “Whatever it is, it’s probably not as bad as you think.”

Tia sighs and releases a deep shaky exhale full of dread. “I told Auston he didn’t know how to be a parent because he missed the first two years of Taylour’s life.” If Tia didn’t feel bad before, watching her friends face contort but knowing she is trying to keep a neutral reaction, cemented just how much she fucked up. “He was mad at me because I’m not telling him what’s going on, and… I don’t know…I just lost it.”

“You said that to him?” Becks asks. It’s all she can ask or even say, because it’s so shocking. Things may have started a little shaky between them, but Auston fought through it. He has proven himself to be a great dad, to be reliable and responsible. It’s why Tia first offered for Taylour to spend the night at his house, and to update the birth certificate without him even asking. He has been nothing short of amazing during the last ten months, and both Tia and Becks have taken notice.

“Should I call him and apologize?” Tia sniffles.

“No, you should give him some time, and then talk to him in person.” Becks responds, wiping away the lingering tears. “But I think you need to calm down a bit more first, relax.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Tia doesn’t mean to sound panicked, but it’s all she has felt since Auston walked out the door.

“Go have a bath, I’ll grab Taylour from daycare, and we’ll figure it out from there.”

“Auston,” Michelle gasps, knuckles turning white as she clenches the duvet. “Shit, Auston, I’m gonna –“

The words die on her lips, and before she can say anything else her toes curl into the bed. Listening to her cry out in pleasure only encourages his movements, and he hits her harder and deeper than before. Within a few thrusts he is pulling out and flipping her onto her hands and knees, driving himself back into her waiting warmth.

Michelle knew the second Auston buried himself inside he was searching for more than a physical release. He was fast and hungry with a devilish grin pressed to his face the entire time. She doesn’t know if this is normal sexual habits from him, or if something has sparked a flame inside – they only met a few months ago– but she really doesn’t care. She is fucking loving it.

He is a man on a mission, a man who has made her cum three times but still hasn’t had enough. A man who smirks every time his cock brushes against her frayed nerve, and is relishing in the harmonic sounds from his name being moaned on a continuous loop.

Beads of sweat drip down his chest, and he roughly grips her hips, thrusting his cock in while simultaneously pulling her wrecked body back on his length, not stopping until her ass his bouncing off his thighs.

“You like that?” Auston chastises, catching the string of curse words she is letting out. When she doesn’t immediately answer Auston pushes back in, chuckling when she cries out in pleasure and repeats the question, cockier than before. “You like that Michelle?”

“Yes,” her voice wavers and Auston smirks, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.

After her bath, the three of them had dinner. Pizza – because Tia didn’t have the energy for anything else. Taylour told them all about daycare, rambling about the Halloween crafts they made. He asked Tia countless times when they were going to get pumpkins and tried to describe to Becks the spooky face he was going to carve into it. Then he went on about their costumes and something about ghosts, but Tia was hardly listening. Her mind was stuck somewhere else.

Within seconds of finishing his dinner, Taylour was dragging Becks to the living room to show her his tower. When it was time for bed he found three of his Halloween Paw Patrol stories – because they are all ‘his favourite’ and he couldn’t just pick one. Becks did her best to do animated voices to avoid being scolded by Taylour, and towards the end of the first one he was asleep.

Becks found Tia sitting on the couch and joined her. Crossing her legs, she pulled the fleece blanket over and waited for Tia to talk. Under normal circumstances there would be an open bottle of wine on the coffee table and half-drank glasses in their hands, but this isn’t normal circumstances. Tia hasn’t drank since that night and doesn’t think tonight is the night to start.

Tia told Becks everything. She nodded along while listening, asked questions where appropriate and when Tia was done she only had one question left, but it is the one question she wouldn’t dare ask.

Why isn’t she telling Auston what is going on? Even if she kept some of the more personal details – therapy- to herself, why hasn’t she told him anything?

Becks said it was a stupid thing to say. Something Tia already knew. Becks told her she has to apologize, again, something Tia already knew. She said to do it soon and in person, Tia knew that as well. If she knew where Auston was she would have gone there to do it. As time wore on, the conversation shifted from Auston to school, to Becks’s relationship with Camille, to her job and then to Tia’s.

“You don’t know what you’re going to do?”

“No, I have until the end of the month though,” she explains to Becks.

Tia hasn’t worked since before Labour Day weekend. Using only OSAP to pay for rent, tuition and all her other bills. Relying strictly on student loans would normally stress Tia out, but the thought of returning to the strip club stresses her out more.

“Are you leaning either way?” Becks shifts and falls into the corner of Tia’s ‘L’ shaped couch, exhaustion is heavy on her face.

“I mean I don’t have a choice,” Tia sighs defeatedly. “I have to go back.”

“Really?” Becks heart palpitates in her chest.

“I need the money,” she admits.

“Yeah,” Becks blankly nods. She wants to tell her she doesn’t, and Auston would help, but Tia is stubborn and it’s best to let her come to that decision on her own. “You don’t have to go back soon though, right?”

“James gave me until the end of the month to let him know. I think I’m going to take a couple more weeks before going back.”

“That’s a good idea,” Becks breathes out in relief, hoping the next few weeks can provide her some clarity.

They continued to talk about all the things they used to talk about, and as the clock kept ticking by, both women found themselves getting tired. Having to get up early, Becks left and Tia tried to stay awake to see Auston. She wanted to apologize as soon as possible.

She worked on an assignment – or sat at her laptop and re-read the same sentence over and over for twenty minutes, never comprehending any part of it before giving up. She cleaned up Taylour’s toys and put away the dishes. She prepared coffee for the morning and her snacks to take to class. When 11:25 rolled around Tia finally decided to go to bed. She had no idea if Auston was coming back that night, and why stay up for him to never show?

Sleep didn’t come easy. She tossed and turned, sighed multiple times and checked her phone every thirty seconds to see if there was a text from Auston. There never was.

Just as she began to drift off she felt the bed dip, and immediately woke up. “Aus?” she mumbles sleepily?”

“Yeah,” he lets out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she turns around. Propping herself up on an elbow she tries to look to his direction but can only see a silhouette through the darkness. “I’m so –“

“Can we do this later?” He replies monotonously, rolling onto his side for some space. “I’m tired.”

The movement causes her hair to shift ever so slightly, and she catches the faint whiff of perfume. She doesn’t want to be bothered by the fact that Auston was upset and slept with someone, that was basically what she used Thomas for, but she can’t help feeling like she might throw up.

“Yeah, of course,” she politely replies. Sinking back into the bed, she tries to not let the thought of Auston with someone else get the best of her, but all she can feel is a gut-wrenching pain following his rejection.

After a very tense breakfast Auston didn’t say anything, he just took Taylour to daycare three hours early and awkwardly stood in the kitchen waiting for her. Auston knew Tia had a late start to class, and Tia knew he didn’t have a practice or obligations with the team. They both knew they were going to talk.

“Want to go for a drive?” Tia asks, closing the door to the dishwasher

“Yeah,” he exhales, running a hand over his chiseled jaw.

If he is being honest, he didn’t really want to, but he could tell she wanted to get out and that was the only reason he agreed. He held open the door and they silently rode the elevator to his car. Apart from Tia telling him where to turn the drive was silent too. The air inside his Porsche was thick, suffocating. Tia’s foot tapped anxiously against his floor mat and she constantly wiped her sweaty palms against her jeans. When he pulled into the parking lot, Auston found a spot and they stepped out of the car.

The wind is colder than normal as it dances through the orange and red leaves that cling desperately to the branches. Tia shrugs her shoulders, pushing the collar of her jacket up over her ears and buries her hands into her pockets, trying to shield herself from the bitter wind clipping her face. It’s colder than normal for this time of year.

Auston followed her to an empty picnic table by the pond. They sit on the same side, staring out at the geese and ducks that swim around, scouting out small fish and other sources of food before continuing with their southern migration for the winter.

He wasn’t going to be the first to speak, he shouldn’t be the first to speak. Tia was thinking over everything she wanted to say, but she was left thinking how it was absurd to have gone from being able to tell him anything, to not knowing how to say something at all.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said,” she finally offers. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Then why did you say it?” Auston breathes softly, his tone revealing the pain he has been internalizing.

“Honestly, and it’s a real shitty reason,” she softly sighs. “I was annoyed. All you do is tell me to talk –“

“Because you don’t tell me anything and I’m worried about you,” he defends sharply.

“I know,” she sighs again, letting remorse seep out of her words. “But all you do is tell me things; you don’t ask. I don’t feel like this is a partnership between two equals, but as if one of us is lording power over the other. As if my opinion doesn’t matter.” Auston takes a deep breath and releases a shaky exhale, he never meant to make her feel that way. “I’m not trying to justify my actions because I can’t, but I got fed up with being told to do something, feeling like a prisoner in my own home and I just snapped.” Clasping her hands together in her lap, she flicks her eyes over to him and can see the puffs of air leaving his lips with every exhale. “I really am sorry, I didn’t mean it, and I hope one day you can forgive me.”

Auston takes his time, thinking over what she said. He can see her looking at him through his peripheral, but continues to watch the Mallards swim. He sits there long after she stopped speaking, deliberating her words and what he wants to say next. Finally, he turns to face her and brings one knee up on the bench. Pulling her icy hands into his, he speaks in a soft tone.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry for making you feel that way.” His calloused thumb softly smooths circles against her palm. “I never wanted…I –“

“I know,” Tia speaks for him as the air begins to feel lighter. “You have been very patient with me. And I know I don’t say it, or show it,” she trails off into a whisper. Even though this conversation was initiated by her, she is slowly realizing the weight of it all, and is trying to not become overwhelmed. “I am thankful for everything you do for me; I am thankful for you.”

Those five words lift the metaphorical weight that had been holding Auston down. He didn’t realize how much he needed to hear them until he did, and it brings a smile to his face.

“I don’t know why you keep fighting for me,” her voice cracks and eyeline drops.

“Because,” he gently tips her chin to keep her gaze. He doesn’t just want her to hear these words, but to feel them and more importantly believe them. “I love you. I always will.”

He says it in a ‘you’re the mother of my child and someone I once loved and will always be important to me’ kind of way, but there is a part of her that feels something more.

“I love you too,” she smiles.

“I know.” He softly strokes her jaw with the pad of his thumb and lets out a peaceful exhale. “I figured you out a while ago Adams.”

“Oh yeah?” She laughs delicately, admiring the way the beating sun reflects off his amber eyes.

“Yeah,” he smirks back. Releasing her jaw, he drops his knee and turns back towards the pond. Listening as the water sloshes against the rocky shore he calmly continues. “That’s why I knew something was bothering you.”

“Auston,” she groans and shakes her head, hating how well he knows her.

“You don’t have to tell me, but you can if you want.”

Her head falls onto his shoulder as the howling wind slices against their faces. She can feel the warmth radiating off him, protecting her from the chilly Toronto air. Trying to push through what she wants to say, she takes a deep breath and lets out an exhale.

“I saw Thomas,” her voice quivers both from the cold and her nerves. “Last week when you had dinner with the team.”

“Are you…are you okay?” Auston fights to not let anger and frustration bubble through, but all Tia can feel is his shoulders stiffen and jaw click.

“I’m,” her mouth closes briefly as she considers the answer, “I’m okay.”

That pause gave Auston hope she was going to be honest, but ‘okay’ is just another variation of ‘I’m fine’ - the response he typically receives. He wants to shake her by the shoulders and scream ‘fine doesn’t mean fine’ but he rolls his eyes and bites his tongue, deciding to let her lie. Because even though she is lying, admitting she saw Thomas is the most she has revealed in weeks.

“We broke up. I mean we probably did sooner, the month of limited contact and all, but uh…yeah…we are officially broken up.”

He shifts, forcing her head off his shoulder so they can look at the other. His golden-brown eyes are burning with panic as he flicks his gaze over her face.

“I’m sorry T.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.” She doesn’t say it in a mean, condescending or even sarcastic way, it’s soft, almost a croak, as she tries to fight from breaking down.

“You can talk to me if you want,” he offers sympathetically. “I promise not to be weird.”

“He cheated on me,” she almost blurts out, needing to get it off her chest.

Auston’s heart sinks into his stomach. Letting his eyes flutter closed, he places a peck to her forehead, just like he used to when she was upset or sick. “I’m sorry you have poor choice in men.”

“Auston,” she laughs awkwardly and playfully swats at his chest.

“You’re an amazing woman,” he smirks back. “If someone cheated on you, I can only assume it’s because you have poor judgment and picked the runt of the litter. If you picked someone with half a brain they would see how amazing you are and never would have done that. So yeah, I say this is kinda on you.” He says it in a completely teasing tone, but not a single word is a lie.

The fact is Auston had women message him when he was in Zurich, fans who followed the Lions and wanted a chance to meet their young superstar. Auston opened the first few messages only because he had no idea what they wanted, but after that he would instantly delete them. Nothing was going to pull him from Tia. She was the single greatest person he had met, she had more to her than every other woman he had dated before, and he was never going to stray from her. He can’t imagine thinking Tia isn’t enough and wanting more, because one of his biggest fears during their relationship was not being enough for her.

“I shouldn’t be with someone if I’m not happy alone,” she tells him, but it’s more so directed to herself. He can tell she wants to believe those words, that she thinks by saying them they will be true, but he isn’t convinced she feels them.

“I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy.”

They both smile at each other then fall into a relatively easy silence. His arm wraps back around her shoulder and she nestles in close, using him to break the wind. They listen to the kids laughing at the nearby baseball diamond, dogs barking as they play together at the park. It’s the first time in weeks they are both at ease when it’s just the two of them, and neither one is fearful of what’s to come.

“Aus.” She cranes her head up, the sun catches her cheekbones and reflects off her lips back to him.

“Hmm.” He is almost disappointed the peaceful silence was interrupted. But nothing that easy ever lasts.

“You know you have to be Zuma for Halloween right?”

“Yes,” he rolls his eyes and laughs. “I’m well aware I have to dress as a stupid dog for Halloween.”

“Don’t call your sons favourite show stupid,” she claps back teasingly.

“I called Zuma stupid; he replies defensively. “Shouldn’t you be getting home? Don’t you have homework or something?” he playfully nudges her.

Shaking her head, she nestles in closer. “No, but, I do have a stupid orange dog costume to make,” she teases, bringing a soft smile to both their faces.

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years

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Promises Part 6 || Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Another piece I have been sitting on partially completed for a decade and a half. This was not how I had planned on things going at first but well...my brain changed its mind and then this practically wrote itself. Team Auston v. Team Mo….let me know. ;)

Warnings: some cursing, illness, angst

Word Count: 3,245

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You’d spent the entire weekend ignoring Auston. Instead of spending your entire day at his place, you’d asked Maria to work daytimes and only gone over the evening that Auston had a game, arriving after he’d already left for the arena and settling into bed before he got home. You knew you shouldn’t be but you were still angry at him for the way he’d acted and the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to apologize.

Tonight was your date with Morgan and you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Your focus during class was at an all-time low and you spent every minute you had outside of class trying to decide what to wear. Morgan had said to wear something between casual and fancy and that was a very broad spectrum. Dresses had never been your friend, they always made you feel fat because they left your thick thighs and lower legs on display. Jeans were always what you felt most comfortable in but you weren’t sure if that was too casual.

It was already three pm and you still had no clue what to wear. Flopping back onto your bed, you tried not to cry in frustration. Either you had the worst or the best luck because at that moment your phone rang, Ema Matthews’s name lighting up the screen. You sniffled a bit as you answered the phone and she quickly picked up on it asking if everything was okay.

“I’m fine. Just hating my body right now.” The words had left your mouth before you could censor yourself and Ema’s motherly clucking reached your ears.

“Does this have something to do with a certain date tonight?” She asked, tone slightly teasing but comforting at the same time. When you didn’t respond, feeling slightly guilty, you could hear her sighing softly.

“You’re allowed to go out and have fun, y/n. I’m happy and excited for you. Morgan is a good guy who, from what I’ve heard, clearly adores you, he’ll treat you right. I know you have feelings for mi niño idiota (my idiot son) but give Morgan a chance.”

“I want to...I’ve been thinking about the date all day. My silly self-conscious thoughts are currently taking over though because I’ve been struggling all day to figure out what to wear. I feel like jeans are too casual but dresses make me feel fat and I want to look good.” Your tone was defeated and you hated feeling this way but all attempts to push past it had failed thus far.

Your phone vibrated in your hands and you couldn’t help but smile seeing that Ema had requested to switch to facetime. Accepting the request you adjusted your phone while wiping at your eyes.

“Show me your closet dear. We’ll find you something to wear.” She assured you. You were grateful that she didn’t comment on your insecurities but instead simply wanted to find a solution. Your closet was a bit of a mess from digging through it off and on all day but you slowly scanned your phone around it to give Ema an idea of what you had. You were by no means a fashionista so there really wasn’t much of a selection. “Grab those teal pants.” Ema directed and you pulled out the hanger, laying it on your bed. They weren’t technically jeans but a little bit nicer of a pant and you wondered why you hadn’t thought about them before.

Ema had you pick out a few blouses, showing her what they would look like with the pants and asking about which were ones you were more comfortable in. Eventually, she settled on a simple black blouse that had ¾ length sleeves. Since you weren’t much of a heel person she directed you to wear your black toms flats and after looking over your jewelry simply picked out a single strand pearl necklace that you’d been given for your undergraduate graduation.

“What’s the weather like there today dear?” She asked and when you told her it was mid-40s she mentioned grabbing the tan cardigan that was also hanging in your closet as an extra layer in case you got cold. “You’re going to look beautiful. I’ll let you go so that you can do your hair and makeup even though you don’t need to. Take a deep breath and have fun.” She declared and following her direction you focused on your breathing.

“Thank you, Ema...I really appreciate your help.” You murmured.

“It’s not a problem. Make sure to send me pictures so that I can torture my son with them.” She teased causing you to laugh softly before assuring her that you would and hanging up.

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It was almost 5:30 before you had finished curling your hair and applying light makeup. Morgan was supposed to pick you up in half an hour and you still needed to change and calm your nerves. Quickly you turned some music on, wondering why you hadn’t thought of it before. The sound of the music caused you to relax a little and within fifteen minutes you were dressed. After applying some essential oils to your wrists and neck as perfume, you slid all your necessary items into a small crossbody purse and moved to the couch to wait for Morgan to arrive.

Thankfully, a knock sounded on your door right at six and after mentally yelling at yourself to stop your hands from shaking you quickly moved to answer it, smiling as the tall defenseman appeared in front of you. He was wearing a simple pair of black pants and a grey button-up and his left hand contained a small bouquet of flowers. Looking him over your heart rate spiked and when his voice reached your ears commenting on how beautiful you looked you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.

“You clean up well too, though everyone kind of already knew that.” You murmured, reminding yourself to breathe.

“Oh, these are for you…” He trailed off, having realized that the flowers were still in his hand. Taking them from him you couldn’t help but smile and motioned for him to come inside while you moved to put them into a vase.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” You declared, cutting the steps quickly to arrange them while Morgan looked around your living room. With not really living there half the time it was pretty clean thankfully. Pictures of your family and a few of Owen and Auston are scattered around various surfaces and while it seems normal to you, you can’t help but worry that it will seem odd to him.

He didn’t say anything as he finally came around to lean across the breakfast bar in front of you though. Tossing the excess stems, you wiped your hands on a dishtowel before setting the vase up on the counter of the bar. “All set.” You stated, moving around to the other side of the counter. Morgan’s hand slipped into the curve of your lower back in a guiding motion and after settling from the initial jolt you flushed as another feeling of pure warmth flooded up your spine.

When you reached his car, Morgan opened the door for you and helped you in before heading around to the driver’s seat. As soon as he started the car, soft music flooded through the speakers and you smiled at the song that was playing over the radio. The drive to the restaurant was quiet but it wasn’t awkward and when you arrived Morgan gave his name to the hostess and the two of you were led back to a corner table. Its location hid you from prying public eyes and you were grateful because you’d surfaced in a few photos with Auston and the social media response hadn’t been so good. You didn’t want to think about what it would be like in a setting that was clearly a date.

When the waiter came by the first time Morgan ordered wine for the two of you. Looking around the restaurant you smiled seeing that it was nice but not overly fancy to where it made you feel uncomfortable. Alone again, Morgan insisted that you order whatever you want and after it was clear that you’d made a decision he asked about school. Though you weren’t sure how this date would go, you were surprised at how easily you got along with Morgan. He was kind and attentive and his questions showed that he really was listening and interested in getting to know the bits of you that didn’t involve you taking care of his teammate's baby.

As you sipped on wine and ate some of the best Italian food you’d ever had in your life, you chatted with Morgan about your childhoods, your interests and your plans for the future. In turn, Morgan shared stories about himself, making you laugh repeatedly and filling your heart with a feeling that you wanted so many more nights just like this.

Morgan had been trying to convince you to order dessert, claiming that if you ordered it he could steal some but that his trainer wouldn’t have to know when your phone started ringing from inside your clutch beside you. It was a ringtone attached to Auston and you groaned audibly murmuring an apology to Morgan as you reached inside to stop the device from making noise.

Auston had to know that you were on a date and it made you angry that now he was calling when he hadn’t bothered in days. The second you silenced your phone it rang again and when you declined the call immediately it rang a third time. Shaking your head you completely silenced your phone before tossing it back into your purse. From across the table, Morgan sent you a concerned look.

“Auston is just being a pain. I’m sorry.” You murmured. The second the words left your mouth Morgan’s phone rang and after showing you that it was Auston calling him as well, Morgan answered.

“Dude...she’s made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” Morgan immediately stated but even from across the table you could hear the pained screams of a baby through the phone.

“Put her on please…” Auston begged him and with a sigh Morgan handed the phone to you, both of you slightly alarmed by the sound of Owen in the background. “Fuck Y/N. I’m sorry. You’re pissed at me and you have every right to be but please...Owen has been throwing up and I don’t know what to do.” He murmured and you could hear the fear in his voice. Glancing across the table Morgan sent you a supportive nod and you sighed.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you have a thermometer to take his temperature?” You questioned. Across the table, Morgan was flagging down the bill and by the time you were off the phone with Auston, Morgan was offering you a hand up from the table.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you handed his phone back. “I can take an uber over if you want.” You added not wanting to drag him into the mess that seemed like it was going to continue to follow you despite how wonderful tonight had been.

“Don’t be silly.” Morgan insisted, his hand falling to your lower back as he led you out of the restaurant. “Do we need to stop at a drugstore?” He questioned and you merely nodded at him, worry growing in the pit of your stomach. Owen was still so small and his immune system was even weaker than most babies due to the circumstances of his birth and not being breastfed. As you reached Morgan’s car, he simply pulled you close to him for a hug. “He’s going to be okay.” He insisted and within a minute you were tucked into his car as he drove to the nearest drugstore.

When he pulled up out front, you promised that you would be back in just a minute. Morgan murmured to take your time and you quickly hopped out, bursting into the store to search for the aisles containing what you needed. After a few minutes, you had picked up some Pedialyte, a temporal thermometer, and a thing of baby pain reliever just in case. It wasn’t long after you climbed back into Morgan’s car before you had arrived at Auston’s building.

With Morgan following, you headed upstairs and let yourself into Auston’s apartment, the sound of Owen screaming immediately filling your ears. Auston was attempting to rock him, standing in front of the tv and after dropping the shopping back to the couch, you immediately reached out for the infant. Auston didn’t hesitate in handing him over and you quickly dropped your lips to Owen’s head. He felt slightly warm but not overly so, but the fact that he had been throwing up worried you more than anything. Rubbing his back you just tried to soothe him, the ache in your stomach growing even more.

“Can one of you open the thermometer for me and can the other fill up one of Owen’s 4 oz bottles with some Pedialyte?” You questioned. It seemed like it was only then that Auston realized that Morgan had come with you though he obviously had known the two of you had been out together. Thankfully though, neither said a word as they worked to do what you had asked, everyone’s efforts fully on taking care of the baby.

Owen’s screams had quieted a little bit by the time Morgan handed you the thermometer and after running it across Owen’s forehead you sighed in relief. He had a slightly elevated fever but it honestly wasn’t anything to be too concerned about though he did seem paler than normal.

“Shhh.” You attempted soothing him once more, this time singing softly to him until his eyes were peering up at you but not a sound fell from his lips. “That’s a boy.” You praised, now noticing Auston standing behind you with the small bottle. “Let’s see if we can get you to drink a little something. It’ll make you feel better.” You murmured and after adjusting him in your arms you offered him the bottle. The moment he saw it he started fussing again and you bit your lip, thinking. It took a few more tries for him to take it but when he noticed that it wasn’t his normal drink he sucked eagerly.

“Hey, Auston...bring me his formula?” You requested and though he seemed puzzled Auston did just that. Looking over the side of the container you gasped and everything suddenly made sense. “When did you pick this one up...and from where?” You questioned. Though Auston answered it was clear that he didn’t understand why you were asking.

Handing the container back you murmured for him to look at the date and when he did he cursed softly. “Language.” You reminded him softly, just grateful that Owen seemed to at least be feeling a little bit better now. You knew Auston was now blaming himself and you sighed, brushing your fingers over the light hair on Owen’s head. “It’s not your fault Auston...but it is something you need to be aware of in the future.” The formula was nearly a year expired and after seeing Owen’s behavior you were certain that it had been making him feel sick which was why he’d been throwing up.

“You need to take it back to the store and demand a replacement.” You directed. “Maybe not tonight but if you don’t have any other formula that’s good then you do need to get something because he can’t drink Pedialyte all night.” For one little feeding, it was okay, it would keep him hydrated and settle his stomach but it was not going to give him the nutrition he needed to be used any longer than that.

With a sigh, Auston murmured that he would be right back and you heard him grab his keys and wallet before walking out the door. It was only once he was gone that you sat down with Owen on your lap now babbling happily since he had finished the Pedialyte. Once you were seated you felt Morgan approach before sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry our date was ruined.” You whispered, not wanting to startle the infant who was slowly drifting off, exhausted from his screaming fit.

“Our date wasn’t ruined…” Morgan insisted, his hand resting gently on your knee as he watched you care for Auston’s child. “You love him don’t you?” He questioned after a moment.

“Of course I love Owen...he’s pretty hard not to love.” You declared, kissing his soft head and smiling as he clung tighter to you in response.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You love Auston.” Morgan stated softly causing you to sigh.

“It wouldn’t matter if I did Mo.” You breathed, though you were slightly uncomfortable talking about it. “I’m on a date with you, aren’t I? Or at least I was…” You trailed off.

“Hey….it’s okay.” Morgan insisted. “Just because you love Auston doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy our time together. And if I can help you make Auston see sense well then all the better. You’re a special woman y/n. You deserve to be happy.” He declared and you watched as he rubbed a large hand over Owen’s back. “And even if I can only make you happy for right now...well that’s at least something.”

Turning your head you couldn’t help but take Morgan in for a moment, he was such a wonderful man and you really didn’t know how to process everything he’d just told you. Leaning forward you pressed your lips against his lightly, feeling him smile against you. “You’re gonna make some woman very very lucky someday.” You assured him.

“Does that mean I can make you happy until then?” He questioned teasingly.

“If you’re willing to deal with all of this bs...I’d like nothing more Mo.” You murmured, kissing him softly once more, letting it linger until you pulled away needing to breathe.

“Perfect. Do you know how to skate yet?” Morgan questioned looking shocked when you admitted that you didn’t. “Then that’ll be date two.” He declared, bright smile on his face. “Are you staying here tonight or going home?” He asked after a moment and you sighed thinking about it. On one hand, you were certain Owen was going to be fine, on the other you weren’t so sure Auston wasn’t still going to be freaking out which would cause Owen to feel unsettled and upset. Seeing the look on your face, Morgan kissed you one final time before standing up.

“Stay here tonight. Make sure the little dude is okay and that Auston doesn’t lose his mind. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He stated, his hands dropping to fall into his pockets. “I had a really good time tonight. So don’t go overthinking it.” He teased, causing you to nod in agreement, standing up to see him out.

Once Mo was gone, you laid Owen down in his crib before collapsing back onto Auston’s couch. Tonight had just made everything even more complicated and you groaned unsure of how all of this was going to play out.

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spine-buster · 4 years

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 10

A/N: The response to last chapter was so amazing and I have been LOVING answering your anons and comment questions! I hope this chapter brings some much needed, uh, happiness to your lives. We’re seeing them get closer and closer..........😊

November 19th, 2019

Aberdeen Bloom was eating Doritos straight out of the bag.

It was a Tuesday night, and she was on the couch with Minerva in her lap and Kasha beside her watching TV. The Leafs had lost to Las Vegas 4-2, and Aberdeen was ready to call it an early night – if only so she could put a facemask on before she went to bed. She didn’t have to be in the office tomorrow until about 10, which meant that she could sleep in. Plus, her eyes hurt. She’d been reading like a mad woman during all her days off, researching everything she could and trying to learn the history of the Maple Leafs: all the different players, the eras, the iconic moments, the not-so-iconic moments – everything. It was a lot to learn, but she knew that the second she typed the words into the Google search bar. She also knew she wouldn’t learn everything in four days, but alas, she was trying. She was doing what she knew she had in her. She was trying.

Kasha snuck one last Dorito before she rolled up the bag and put it back in the designated “snack” cupboard in their kitchen. They folded up the blanket, fluffed the pillows on the small couch, and made sure Minerva had some food and water in her bowl before closing the curtains and retreating to their bedrooms. Minerva hopped onto Aberdeen’s bed, and she scratched behind Minerva’s ears which she knew she liked before changing into her pajamas and going to her washroom to wash her face.

“Do you mind if I phone Evan?” Kasha called out from her bedroom. “I won’t be too loud, I promise.”

“Go for it!” Aberdeen said, truly not minding. She’d hear a few mumbles at most – nothing more – and she knew because Kasha did this often. It was sweet, and they were cute, and Aberdeen honestly didn’t mind. Kasha’s dad still didn’t know, which meant they were in their own world, which was nice. She and Kasha were still harbouring secrets for each other, as they always would.

Minerva meowed when she came back in the room. Aberdeen sat on her bed and cradled her in her arms for a few minutes, scratching and kissing her all over. Just as she was about to shut off her light and tuck herself into bed, her phone began to ring. She looked over to see Brendan’s name flashing across the screen.

She froze. Brendan never called this late. She picked up immediately. “Good evening Mr. Shanahan,” she greeted him.

“You need to be ready in half an hour with a suitcase packed for four days,” he said, his voice stern but sounding somewhat preoccupied.

Aberdeen stood up immediately. “Oh, okay. Of course. Um, why?” she asked.

“We’re taking a red eye to Phoenix.”

She felt like throwing up. That had to mean something was wrong with the team. A player was injured, or being traded, or maybe demoted? What if it had something to do with Kyle? What if it was about John? Was his captaincy at risk because they had only won two games in regulation in the past sixteen games? “Okay. No problem.”

“I’ll be there with Lou in half an hour. Tell nobody,” he said before he hung up the phone abruptly.

Aberdeen began to freak out. She changed into a pair of clothes and threw her suitcase onto her bed, Minerva meowing at her and watching as she stuffed outfits into her suitcase. Minerva even tried climbing into the suitcase a few times, which made Aberdeen sad – all she wanted to be doing was cuddling with her cat, not thinking about the Leafs. She grabbed her travel bags that had her toiletries and travel-sized skincare and makeup products and threw them in as well. When she was finished, she zipped it up. She took a deep breath.

Minerva meowed.

“I’m sorry baby,” she whispered, scratching behind Minerva’s ears again. She grabbed her credentials off her dresser and put them around her neck.

She exited her room and knocked softly on Kasha’s door. “Give me a second,” Aberdeen could hear her say to Evan. “Come in.” Aberdeen opened the door, popping in about half way. Kasha immediately saw that Aberdeen was wearing regular clothes. The look of worry on Aberdeen’s face was a tell-tale sign something was wrong. She put her phone against her chest. “Oh my God Aberdeen, what’s wrong?”

“I’m taking a red-eye to Phoenix,” she whispered, making sure Evan wouldn’t be able to hear her through the phone. Not that he’d say anything. “Something’s happening.”

“What’s happening?” Kasha asked, her eyes wide.

“I don’t know. Brendan hasn’t told me. But this is very unexpected and I’ve just had to pack for four days which means I’ll be in Colorado too. I’ll be back Sunday. But can you please watch Minerva? I know you weren’t supposed—”

“Aberdeen, of course, it’s not even a question,” Kasha said.

“You can’t tell anyone I’m going,” Aberdeen said. “I don’t know what’s happening, but you can’t say a word.”

“No no, of course not,” Kasha shook her head. “Can you at least text me when you land? So I know you’re safe?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aberdeen nodded, her mind running a mile a minute. What if it was William? What if it was Jason? “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Aberdeen. This is your job now,” Kasha said. “I’ll take care of Minerva, don’t worry.”

***

Aberdeen waited in the condo lobby for the town car. When she saw it pull up, she began walking towards it, pulling her suitcase behind her. Lou got out and loaded it in the trunk for her, and she opened the back door to sit in her usual seat.

Brendan was, of course, already there, in a pair of slacks and a comfortable looking sweater. “Hi Mr. Shanahan,” she said, putting on her seatbelt. It was then and only then that she noticed another presence in the front seat. Usually, of course, it was just her and Brendan.

“Aberdeen, the only people who know the following information I’m about to tell you are Larry, Kyle, myself, and Lou,” he began. She nodded her head, not believing she was privy to this information before so many other people just by virtue of having to travel with Brendan. She glanced over quickly to the man in the front seat. She saw a familiar face smiling back at her. “You know Sheldon Keefe,” Brendan said as he noticed them looking at each other.

“Of course,” she said. He was head coach of the Marlies. He was around often. Had multiple meetings with Brendan throughout her time working there.

“Well, he’s the new head coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

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November 20th, 2019

After boarding the MLSE private jet – not first class on a commercial flight, not even another chartered flight, the MLSE private jet – and everyone sleeping most of the way to Phoenix, they landed and immediately checked into the same hotel as the team without telling a single soul. Everyone went straight to bed but were notified by Brendan that they had to “lay low” for the next day and would be leaving for the arena, where the team would hold their practice, at 1:30pm. Aberdeen barely slept, and had to stay cooped up in her room so nobody would see her and know Brendan arrived. It was torture.

When she arrived at the arena with Brendan and Sheldon, Brendan told her to sit in the stands and wait. That’s when she got really nervous, because she knew he was prepping himself to fire Mike Babcock right after the practice, even though it was going on as they spoke. But she did as she was told, sitting and clutching her iPad in her lap so hard her knuckles were white.

She noticed William first, of course, his blonde hair peeking through his helmet, as he kneeled on one knee in front of Mike Babcock as he addressed the team. John, Jason, Auston, Tyson – they were all there, and she picked them out one by one. Everybody was facing away from her, looking at the whiteboard. Her leg bobbed up and down uncontrollably. In a mere, what, thirty minutes, they wouldn’t even have to listen to him anymore.

When the team stood up and did some last-minute drills, Aberdeen noticed Kasperi look in her direction. William was skating over to him, and when he stopped in front of him, William did a double take. Her heart fluttered at the moment she knew he realized it was her. He would have almost missed his cue for the drill if Kasperi didn’t tap him. When he was finished the set-up drill and skated back to his place, he looked in her direction again, transfixed.

That was when her phone buzzed. She took it out and saw a series of texts coming through from Brendan.

Kyle will be texting you soon. Please go into the locker room with him while he speaks to the team about the coaching change. Sheldon will be there too. Let me know how it goes, as I will be speaking to Mike.

When we release the announcement expect crazy media. I will speak to them. Kyle will not. If Kyle is not done speaking to the team by the time the announcement is sent out and media comes in, don’t worry. Stay with Kyle.

I think the team will appreciate seeing your friendly face when this comes down.

You will have to help set up for a media press conference tomorrow but the Coyotes will also provide help. Me Kyle & Sheldon.

Thank you for not leaking.

By the time she looked up from her phone, half of the team was already down the tunnel. John, Morgan, and Auston had stayed out to speak with Mike a little bit more, but she took that as her cue to leave the stands and at least start making her way towards the locker room. She knew the team probably had to undress, shower, and change into their regular clothes before Kyle said anything to them, but she was so anxious she couldn’t help it.

Another buzz from her phone. This time, when she looked at it, ‘Head Empty’ showed – the name she put for William, so nobody would know it was him.

why are u here?

She had to resist every urge in her to reply. She couldn’t. Brendan had sworn her to secrecy, and had already thanked her for that secrecy. If she typed even one word, William would know what was going on. So she ignored him.

whats going on minskatt?

is everything ok?

pls answer me minskatt. what is happening

can i come see u? where are u?

She put her phone on silent. She couldn’t take it. She held in every emotion she had as she walked through the arena and hallways, flashing every worker her credentials, before finally arriving at the visiting team’s area. She walked through the doorway and saw Kyle. He smiled and waved her over.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as she approached him, still clutching the iPad to her chest.

“Yeah, of course. No problem.”

“You know Aberdeen, Brendan trusts you,” he said. He could tell she was nervous by how white her knuckles were. He thought that maybe saying that would put her at ease. “That he made you come on this trip – that he made you privy to the information before a lot of other people…that says a lot.”

Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t so sure. “I’m just doing my job Kyle. He told me to be packed in thirty minutes and I was packed in thirty minutes.”

“But you didn’t leak it.”

Aberdeen furrowed her brows. “I…why would I leak it?” she asked. It was the most absurd concept to her. “I would never do something like that. He thanked me for not leaking it too—”

“I know,” Kyle smiled slightly.

“But why?” she asked again. “There’s nothing in it for me.”

“Really? It’s interesting you see it that way,” Kyle said. “You could have sold that information to any newspaper or reporter and they would have offered you a job. A chance to write, which is apparently what you want to do, according to Brendan at least. But you didn’t.”

Aberdeen hadn’t even considered that. Sell the information for a writing gig at a national newspaper? She didn’t even know the opportunity was there, truthfully. What it revealed to her more than anything was that others had done it before – betrayed the team in some way. She couldn’t even consider it. She shook her head. “This is my job,” she said, her voice small. “I would never burn this bridge. I’d never sell Brendan or the team out like that for personal gain.”

Kyle smiled. “I’m going to chock it up to the fact that you’re young,” he said. “You’re only twenty-one, Aberdeen. This city is rife with opportunity for people who take advantage of others. But you’re not like that – at least yet.”

“I’d never take advantage of someone.”

Kyle smiled. “Good. I like a person with conviction.” His eyes left hers as he noticed someone walking behind her. He nodded his head at whoever it was. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He opened the door for her, ushering her into the locker room. As she turned a corner, she saw all the guys sitting at their stalls. Quite a few of them noticed her come in and looked shocked. When they saw Kyle follow behind her, they knew something was up.

“Hey guys,” Kyle began, addressing the room. “I know John let you know you all needed to stay back. It’s because I need to speak to you guys.” Aberdeen looked to her left and saw Sheldon lurking in the shadows. He smiled at her and she smiled back. “I want us to have a long, constructive conversation before you guys go back out there…because when you do, there’s going to be a big change,” Kyle continued. A lot of the guys looked confused. “That change being…well…Mike Babcock has been relieved of his coaching duties with our club,” he announced. She watched as some of their jaws dropped. “And your new head coach is someone many of you know very well – Sheldon Keefe.”

When Sheldon walked into the room and stood beside Kyle, the team broke out into a round of applause. Guys like Zach, Travis, and Andreas were smiling and clapping for him so Aberdeen could only assume that they had played for him on the Marlies. Jason seemed extremely happy. Tyson looked like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.

She watched William. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

***

November 21st, 2019

It was William who texted Aberdeen first that night, when they got back to the hotel after the game. im coming over and u cant stop me. At least he gave her warning this time so she didn’t have a sheet mask on and her hair wrapped in a towel. When she heard the lightest knock on her door, against all her better judgement, she ran over and opened it.

William slipped into her room, wearing trackpants and a Gucci t-shirt that probably cost more than her last paycheque. She closed the door and locked it before turning around to face him. “Hi,” she said, her breath caught in her throat. Here he was, in her hotel room…again.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts after practice?” he asked, getting right into it, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Will, I couldn’t,” she said. “I knew but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk it. Brendan swore me to secrecy. I was on my couch eating Doritos, and then one hour later I was on the MLSE private jet on my way here. I still can’t believe I am here.”

William nodded his head. He broke eye contact with her as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I was just – I was just so worried when I saw you. I mean I was happy, don’t get me wrong, but you know.”

“Yeah.” She looked at him, lost in his own thoughts. There was a moment of silence because, Aberdeen thought, he was still processing everything that happened today – and that didn’t include the game they won. A good start for a new coach, she thought. “Will?”

“Yes minskatt?”

“How are you feeling about everything?”

He let out a long breath – one he didn’t know he was holding in – as he pushed himself further onto the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands as she moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed cross-legged. “I don’t even know minskatt,” he finally admitted.

“I mean…I don’t mean to tell you what to think, but there must be some…I don’t know…relief,” she said cautiously.

He looked over at her, smiling slightly. “Yeah. Relief.”

“Because, you know…the backhanded compliments. You don’t have to take his shit anymore. You have a coach now who actually, like, values you and your skill and doesn’t throw you under the bus all the time,” she clarified.

“Yeah, I guess. Conflicted that I feel relief, though.”

It was glaringly obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it – well, that, or he really didn’t know what to feel about it all. He was hard to read; he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like she did most of the time. And she didn’t know whether to blame him, the time of night they were having this conversation, or something else. “Will—”

“Minskatt—”

“Can you just like…talk to me, please?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. She didn’t even look at him; she looked down and fiddled with the rings on her fingers nervously instead. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, Will.”

His hand reached out and grabbed hers in her lap, making her stop fiddling with her rings. Her skin felt like it was on fire as she looked up at him as he rubbed his thumb quickly over the back of her hand. Her mind quickly flashed back to the first night they were together in her bed – how electrifying his touch was then, too. Nothing had changed. “I’ll be fine, minskatt. You don’t have to worry about me,” he said, shifting to lie down on his side with her hand still in his.

But she did. That was her problem. She was getting herself deeper into this mess even though she knew she had to get out. Like, he wasn’t even supposed to be here, yet here he was. Never mind just being in her hotel room – now he was on her bed. Lying down. “Will—”

“There’s been a lot of change in my life already, minskatt. This is nothing,” he smirked, letting go of her hand.

She knew that. She remembered what he told her about his family moving around a lot. It seemed like the only thing constant for him was change. She thought maybe his long-term contract brought an end to that, but there were so many other variables in hockey she constantly forgot about. “So long as you’re alright,” she said.

“You know what would make it more alright?”

“What?”

“If you tell me how freaked out you were stepping onto that private jet for the first time,” he smiled.

Aberdeen started to giggle uncontrollably. She shielded her face in her hands and shook her head, hearing William’s infectious laugh. “Don’t even get me started.”

“Come on!” he beckoned.

“It was torture.”

“Torture?”

“I’m not used to all that, Will,” she said, finding herself lying down on her side to face him. She probably shouldn’t have. “Like obviously it was nice – don’t get me wrong. Beautiful. But it was all so…crazy.”

“Crazy?” he just kept repeating her words.

“Not all of us are accustomed to Gucci t-shirts and private jets,” she chastised. “God, Will. Sometimes I feel like the theme song to Murder, She Wrote is just playing in your head on a constant loop.”

“What’s it sound like?”

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, pulling her phone out from charging and opening the YouTube app to find the song. She played it out loud for William, and the more the theme played, the harder William laughed. His eyes crinkled and his smile stretched across his face; her eyes crinkled at the sound of his ridiculous laugh. More than anything, she was just happy that he was laughing after everything that had happened.

Will shoved his face into the pillow as he continued to laugh, the song ending not long after. “Nobody roasts me quite like you do, Aberdeen.”

She thought about the list of the things she’d say he looked like whenever he asked “What do you think?” when he walked in with his game-day suit on, her most recent being, “You look like a medium pepperoni pizza with garlic dipping sauce.” The guys got a kick out of that one when they heard about it. Kasperi was even recording them all in the notes app on his phone. “You love it,” she said without thinking.

“Of course I do,” he mumbled, his dumb smile still on his face. “Tell me something Aberdeen.”

“What?”

He stretched out his hand again, one of them gliding over the skin near her elbow. “What do your tattoos mean?”

It was her turn to shove her face into the pillow. She knew this would come up one day, and truth be told, she wondered why it didn’t happen earlier. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got a lot of time.”

He did? That was news to her. It was late at night and he was in her hotel room instead of his own. “This one…” she began, pointing to the first, “‘to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield’…it’s the last line of one of my favourite poems, Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Do you know it?”

“No.”

“Well, it's a good poem. You should read it,” she quipped. “It’s about, like, the need of going forward, despite challenges, despite tragedy, despite anything. About being strong in will, pushing forward relentlessly. You know…persistence. Never facing life passively. It’s an attitude that I want to have in my life too. An attitude I want to try to embody every day.”

William’s warm smile made her nervous. “And you’re other one?”

She paused. “That one’s even more personal.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“Of course.”

She paused. “This one is from Seneca. He’s a Roman philosopher. ‘We are waves of the same sea’. It’s…my family,” she began. “Mom is Scottish but grew up in Northern Ireland, and my dad is from Iran. And if you know anything about the history of those two countries, it’s, like, focused on people’s apparent differences with each other creating conflict. But in Canada, when they met, despite the cultural differences, they came together. So like, we’re all waves, but at the end of the day…we’re part of the same sea. We’re in this together,” she explained, embarrassed. “I don’t know. I just thought it was beautiful. We can have all these differences, but at the end of the day we’re part of the same sea.”

The look on William’s face was one of pure adoration. He was biting him bottom lip trying to suppress a huge smile, and his eyes so blue and dewy-looking she thought she would faint if she looked at them any longer. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Maybe he thought the whole explanation was stupid.

“You’re just so adorable, minskatt,” he said, not trying to hide his smile anymore. “I could listen to you talk for hours. Sometimes I even just imagine you talking so I can hear your voice.”

“You do? Really?”

“Aberdeen…I think about you when I’m not even thinking.”

Her heart stopped beating. She felt a rush of blood warm her cheeks as she pushed her face into the pillow again. God, he was really going there, wasn’t he? As they were laying in the same bed together. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me and think I’m gonna react normally.”

“I know,” he said. She shot him a look. “Aberdeen. I could listen to you talk all day and night. I’m serious. And besides, who was Ulysses or Alfred, Lord Tennyson anyway?”

“You don’t know?!” she asked, flabbergasted.

William shook his head. Aberdeen began talking, and he began listening. And to William, all was right in the world.

***

November 22nd, 2019

When Aberdeen awoke sometime the next morning, her body still felt tired and fatigued. She knew the day before was long and tedious with the press conference and the game, but she thought sleep would rejuvenate her. Apparently not. She brought her hand up with her watch and took a look at the time. It was still only 6:30am, so no wonder she felt the way she did. Why in the hell was she waking up now?

She sighed.

Then something moved out of her corner of her eye. A body. On her bed.

As if on cue, everything from last night came flooding back into her mind. William coming over to her room. Talking about Mike Babcock’s firing and how he felt. Talking about her tattoos and what they meant. “Sometimes I even just imagine you talking so I can hear your voice.” “I think about you when I’m not even thinking.” Then he’d asked who Ulysses and Alfred, Lord Tennyson were and she’d fucking taken the bait hook, line, and sinker so easily. They had ended up talking for so long they just fell asleep. Together. In the same bed.

Oh my fucking God.

She looked at how peaceful his face looked. God, he was fucking beautiful. Just…beautiful. But he couldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have been here in the first place. It went against everything. “Will…” she said softly, hoping he’d wake up. He didn’t. “Will,” she said more forcefully.

“Hmph?” he grumbled.

“Will, you have to go.”

He furrowed his brows at the sound of her voice, obviously not expecting it. He opened his eyes slowly, only to see her staring back at him. “Minskatt?”

“Will, it’s 6:30, you have to go back to your room,” she whispered.

He looked around, realizing just like she did what had happened. “I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want to but you have to go before everyone starts waking up,” she reasoned. “If anyone catches you walking out of my room Brendan will have my head on a spit.”

He took her words into consideration before nodding his head and getting up slowly. He looked at the time before running his fingers through his hair. He looked back at her as she lay in the bed looking at him. “I’ll see you at breakfast, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head.

“Good,” he said as he got up, making his way over to the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

When the door closed behind him, Aberdeen sighed and brought her hands up to cover her eyes.

She was fucked.

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When the hawk goes flying in

Yes that title is from the SJU song we sing at the start of every half of a basketball game and no I’m not ashamed of not coming up with a better title.

But this was requested and it took me so long because I moved out of my college apartment this weekend and between packing, moving, and driving for about 18 hours I AM SORE it’s actually funny how unfit I am like wow I should use quarantine to work out.

But I’m taking requests because I also had my last class for undergrad today and I don’t have finals this semester so happy summer vacation to me (WHICH IS WEIRD)

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You were sitting on the couch reading your favorite book when you feel someone tug it away from you. You look up to see Barrett, upside down, beaming. “Care for a break?” he asks as you sit up, him coming to sit next to you.

“What kind of break?” you hear someone say. You roll your eyes, turning to see your brother standing in the entryway to your living room, casually drinking water while not taking his eyes off Barrett.

“I just wanted to talk to her, man,” Barrett says, raising his hands in defense, his eyebrows up in fear.

“Ok,” Mitch says, backing up into the kitchen, keeping his stare for a creepy amount of time.

“Remind me again why your brother is here?” Barrett asks you, whispering and probably praying that Mitch doesn’t come in and try to kill him or something.

“The government says so. I don’t know why Canada would want him back, anyway, he’s kind of annoying,” you half-joke, half mean it, not caring if he hears.

“I heard that!” Mitch calls from the other room. Every single time the two of you had been alone, Mitch seemed to be there seconds later to be your third wheel or to try to stop whatever was happening, like just now. You loved your brother, you really did. He was there for you when you needed him most, but now he’s here when you don’t want him there. Scratch that; you want him there, you’d rather know he was safe and with someone in the family instead of doing something stupid with Auston or just sitting around playing Fortnite and drinking wine by himself. Now he’s doing that second thing just with you and Barrett also in the background, trying to sneak away from him.

“But I can’t do anything with you without Big Brother barging in to check on us. It’s literally like some 1984 shit, he’s got eyes everywhere on us. How am I supposed to do stuff with you when he’s always around?”

Mitch had been watching you like a hawk the entire time; you two would be just trying to fall asleep and he would be knocking on the door asking you where something was every two minutes. You two would be in the kitchen literally just making dinner for the three of you, and you couldn’t do so much as steal a kiss without him wedging himself directly between the two of you for the rest of the night. Multiple nights in a row he actually made Barrett move from cuddling with you on the couch because he ‘always felt stiff unless he was sitting on the couch and there was only room for two.’

He was doing it for two reasons: 1. Because he was stuck with you two since he flew from Toronto to meet you about three days before everyone was ordered to stay at home, leaving him stuck unless he could figure out a way for the team to say him traveling back home was essential travel, which they weren’t doing yet because they agree that everyone should stay home. And 2. Because he was your older brother, and he was protective, and he’s never really been practically living with you and your boyfriend before.

“What kind of stuff could you possibly be talking about?” you ask him as he takes you by the hand, both of you standing up, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close to him.

“Well maybe a little more than this?” he starts, his lips finding yours without a problem.

“We need to go to my room before ‘Big Brother’ interrupts us,” you whisper, leading him to your room. You two stumble the entire way there, his lips refusing to leave yours as you try to not knock anything over that would clue Mitch into what you were doing. As soon as you get on the other side of the door, you pull away quickly, “Do you think he noticed?”

“God, I hope not,” he lets out, kissing you again, stumbling to your bed.

Everything was perfect for the first time since Mitch was trapped with you.

That is until, “Hey, so, who’s hungry!” Mitch’s voice causes Barrett to practically fly away from you as he walks into your room without so much as a knock.

“Not me, Mitch,” you say, a fake smile plastering your face, an annoyed tone in your voice that even a child would be able to pick up on.

“I think I’m going to head to the living room, read a book or watch a movie or something,” Barrett mumbles, running his hands through his hair out of frustration as he bolts.

“What’s his deal?” Mitch asks, either oblivious or a really great actor.

“Would it kill you to knock?” you snap at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you guys would be doing anything.”

You look at him like he has four heads. “You’ve got to be joking. Me and my boyfriend? In my room? With my door closed? When you know we aren’t sleeping?” Your voice jumps nearly an octave with each question, you barely squeaking out that last question.

“What do you mean?”

“You ever realize how great your timing has been lately?” your tone is dripping with sarcasm. You’re doing everything you can to not be annoyed by how oblivious he was being. You lay back on your bed, your hands over your eyes as you let out a deep sigh. You just wanted some privacy in your own place. How hard was that?

“Again, what do you mean?”

“You really have to ask?”

“Yeah?”

You sit up and look at him. “I love you. You’re my favorite brother. Don’t tell Chris.”

“Yeah, I know.” He plops himself down on his bed. He knows why you’re irritated. There’s no way he couldn’t know.

“But, c’mon, Mitch. Barrett and I have had no privacy since you came here. I can’t even kiss him without you sandwiching your way between us and Barrett ends up kissing the back of your head.”

“I didn’t like that very much,” he admits.

“Then why are you worse than a needy toddler right now?”

“I am not!” he defends himself. You glare at him until he says, “Ok, fine,” rolling his eyes, “What else am I supposed to do? Let him violate my sister while I’m in the other room?”

“Is it violating if I agree to it?”

“Don’t. I don’t need to think about that.”

“Look. Right now, you are living in the apartment that Barrett and I share. Would you like it if I were doing to you and Steph what you’re doing to me?”

He sits there for a moment, letting out a sigh, knowing that you’re right. “No.”

“Then cut it out, or I’m locking you in the bathroom and you’re only allowed out when there’s food.”

“Does the door lock from the outside?”

“Mitch,” you snap. You would barricade that door with anything you could find if you had to. This has to stop. You could not spend the next however many days or weeks or whatever with Mitch barging in whenever you and Barrett were alone.

“Ok, fine! I’ll try to back off! But if I heard weird noises coming from this room, I’m-”

You put your hand over his mouth to stop him. “No. You hear weird noises, you ignore it unless I actually call your name. You have those expensive noise block headphones that have been unused since you got here, put them to use.”

“It’s because you’re my sister, can you blame me?” he says, giving you puppy dog eyes that should only be given to Steph.

“Yes,” you laugh, “No. Well, I don’t know. Can I blame you for me being annoyed by your annoyingness?” you spit out.

“That didn’t make sense.”

“Just say yes.”

“Only because you’re my sister.”

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