#the other girl had my teammates jersey wrapped around her entire arm and was pulling her back
pairing: Ona Batlle x f!Reader
warnings: none
word count: 582
summary: requested, ona and scotland wnt girlfriend after they play against each other
a/n: since it’s international break again, i thought i’d give you a fic i wrote during the last break especially because ona played so well today and our spanish honeys completely smashed the australians 🥰
I’ll Make You Proud
Ona doesn’t say anything at first, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as she sees you. Her hand comes up to cradle your head against her chest and she holds you close.
You wrap your arms around her waist, pressing yourself closer to your girlfriend. Sniffling a bit, you hide your face in her jersey.
‘I’m sorry.’ She whispers, making you suck in a shaky breath.
‘What? Why are you sorry?’ You ask, tilting your head up so you can look at her.
Ona swallows nervously, ‘Aren’t you angry?’
You blink in confusion, shaking your head.
‘Disappointed but definitely not angry.’
The Spanish girl exhales in relief and is unable to stop herself from kissing you quickly.
‘I don’t understand. Because of me, you might not be able to qualify for the World Cup…’
‘I know but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try my hardest to. And if I don’t then I’ll be more than happy to make up the WAG section at your games.’
Ona giggles, nudging her nose against yours.
‘If you do, I’ll make you the proudest girlfriend there. But I know that you’ll qualify, you deserve to mi amor.’
She lifts a hand to cup your cheek, kissing your tears away carefully.
‘I love you.’ She whispers, pressing a long kiss onto your forehead. Her lips on your skin gives you a warm feeling inside, easing the disappointment of the lost game.
‘I love you too. You really deserved the win today leannan.’
‘Me? I only played twenty minutes, you played the entire game.’
You lean into her, swatting her arm lightly.
‘Hush and let me be the proud girlfriend of someone who is going to play in the World Cup okay?’
Ona laughs, pulling you into another tighter hug which you are more than happy to accept. The Spanish girl never failed to make you feel safe, loved and cherished.
You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d like more to qualify for one of the biggest tournaments in the world. It was what every football player dreamed of. It was what your girlfriend had dreamed of since she was little. And if you had to lose so that she could achieve that dream…well you didn’t really mind.
She holds you a while longer, the both of you standing in the middle of the field as other players shake hands and make small talk.
It’s not long before Jenni appears by your side, the energetic Spanish woman talking your ear off immediately.
‘Talk to your novia later. Talk to me now! I haven’t seen or heard from you in ages.’
You laugh loudly, Jenni could clown you out of any bad mood. You’d met her when you had both played at PSG and the friendship had continued long after you both left France.
‘Jennifer I just saw you yesterday.’ You insist, hoping your words would get through to her and hopefully make her calm down a little. You should have known better…
‘Well it’s been twenty four hours. That’s a whole day without my best friend!’
She tugs you out of Ona’s grip and you turn, unwilling to leave without kissing her goodbye.
‘We’ll talk more once we’re home okay?’ Ona asks as she lets you go rather reluctantly.
A quick nod is all you’re able to give before Jenni is pulling you through the crowd, eagerly introducing you to all her other national teammates as if they didn’t already know who you are.
Spanish Translations:
mi amor - my love
novia - girlfriend
Scottish Translation:
leannan - sweetheart/beloved
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PLEASE we watched the film from last nights game where one of my teammates nearly got into a fight and she was literally trying to punch while stepping away from the other girl 😭
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The Art of Not Falling in Love- Roope Hintz
AN: This is a piece that is very self indulgent BUT it has a plot despite being like 80% smut. I am thinking of making more parts if people like this
Word count: 5k
TW: like its smut.. so like what do you expect. (Wrap it before you tap it) spanking light dom!Roope female reader
You could never quite understand how you got into this situation. You’d sworn to never fall in love ever. The pain of watching the gruesome divorce of your parents, the way your friends seemed to find “the one” left and right, only to be heartbroken, was simply too much. So you decided to simply don’t fall in love ever.
And you’d kept that promise to yourself, ever since 15. Sure a few crushes came up now and then, but you never acted on them, and you made sure no one knew about the feeling. The only person in your life that knew about this promise to yourself was your best friend Jamie.
The first person you’d met in Dallas when you’d first moved there. You had been a freshman in college and he had been, ironically so, the first person to hit on you in Dallas, and you hadn’t even officially gotten there yet. It happened on the plane ride. He was seated beside you and you couldn’t for the life of you remember the pick up line he used. You just know it was bad, cause you remember laughing at it and the way he tried to manage his long limbs into the airplane seat. It had gone uphill from there on, and you were glad he didn’t get offended by you laughing at him.
Now, however, you were sitting in the stands of the American Airlines Center, watching him and his team scramble across the ice in a turnover, passing the puck up the ice. Roope Hintz picks it up and flicks it into the goal, just over the left shoulder of the Blackhawks goalie, making the Stars take the lead with three minutes left in the third period. The stands erupt in wild cheers and the team celebrates on ice. You jump with the rest of the crowd, and clap enthusiastically. Knowing that it’s gonna be an insufferable team to meet afterwards. After all, athletes tend to be after winning a game like this.
The buzzer goes off and the Dallas Stars have officially ended their losing streak. The crowd is going wild, jumping up and down, making the stands shake just a little. Thats when you decide to sneak out of the stands and find your way to the outside of the locker room, where Jamie had promised he would meet you.
You have been around a few times, and sure enough you find your way. Jamie had made sure to let the security staff know that you would be around after the game. There is a soccer ball laying around so you pick it up and start bouncing it on your jeans clad thigh, then dropping it down onto your foot and up again, alway in control. You lose yourself to the ball, concentrating on keeping it in the air, so much so that you don’t notice the door slamming open until the boom of it makes you drop the ball.
“Jesus fuck.”
You whisper as you look up to find the source of the noise. What you find shouldn’t surprise you, but seeing a shirtless Roope Hintz standing there with a frown on his face, makes heat rush up your neck regardless.
“Who are you?”
He looks suspiciously at you, taking in the skinny jeans and the absence of a jersey. As well as the forgotten soccer ball.
“Sorry, just here for Oleksiak.”
You try to shrug it off, looking for the ball again. His eyes squint suspiciously at you, but his head tilts backwards as he calls for Jamie. He comes bounding out of the locker room, shirtless, but fresh out of the shower. He’s in the middle of zipping up his game day slacks, and the smile already on his lips gets wider.
“You could have waited with the others you know?”
Jamie says cheekily to you. The heat to your face returns, but not in full force. You look at his tall stature and the smaller man beside him. And for some reason, the blonde star of the night is the one to make you look away. You shoot daggers at Jamie instead.
“You know, you could have told me where they were, so I didn’t have to stand here like some other crazed fan.”
Roope slowly turns around and walks away, closing the door with one last curious look directed at you.
“Oh come on, we all know you’re crazy for me.”
Finally you can feel yourself relax a little, with a sigh you take a step closer to him.
“Yeah, crazy for you to leave me alone.”
He wraps you up in his arms and lifts you up in the air, laughing as you gasp at the surprise of being lifted up.
“Congrats by the way, you played well today.”
You say to him, as he lets you back down on the ground again.
“Thank you Sparks.”
“Now go get dressed completely, I suppose you want to celebrate tonight?”
His signature, tooth lacking smile is on full display as he slings an arm around your shoulders. Jamie looks at you with a mischievous look.
“We really want to celebrate this, and besides, we really need to get you laid.”
You wrench your way out of his grip and scowl at him, pushing him in the direction of the door to the locker room.
“Get dressed you idiot.”
You say with a flat voice, trying to remain serious, and failing when you see Jamie wink at you last minute. You immediately go back to juggling the soccer ball, as the door slams shut.
A couple of girls are walking towards you, and you suspect they’re here looking for their boyfriends or husbands. That’s until you see the flustered cheeks and whispers of “I can’t believe we made it all the way here.” and the agreements that follow.
Their eyes land on you and your soccer ball, and their expressions instantly sour. You try to shrug it off, but when the whispering starts again, you look up from the ball. You start getting suspicious when one of the three girls flicks her long, perfectly curled, brunette hair over her shoulder and opens her immaculately painted lips to say something.
“You shouldn’t be here you know.”
The confidence in her voice almost has you fooled for someone who belongs there. Almost. You’ve never seen her close to any of them ever, even if you had managed to stay out of the public eye yourself. Something about this trio didn’t feel right. You stop juggling the ball and drop it to your foot, catching it without bounce and then placing your foot on top of it.
“Why not?”
You ask out of curiosity of what the answer would be.
“Well, it’s reserved for the wags, you know, so you don’t belong here.”
You tilt your head and raise a brow, questioningly.
“Isn’t that what the owner's box is for? you know with reserved seats, food and really comfortable sitting options?”
A blush seems to rise through her make- up and you restrain yourself a little, you really don’t want to make her an enemy. Just in case.
“Yeah.. I just need to see my man before we head home.”
She stutters out, looking at her two friends who nod encouragingly at her.
“Okay, just remind me who it is again?”
You play dumb, knowing that the media is about to get out of the room in a minute.
“Jamie ofcourse.”
And her voice is so confident as she says it, you let a smile show before chuckling. They really thought they could fool anyone with that. Just in that moment, the door opens and cameras and notepads or tape recorders start filing out of the door.
You walk over to the door, holding it open for the stream of reporters and crew. Then you duck a head in and yell for Jamie.
“Oleksiak, your girlfriend is here…”
It isn’t intentional all the way, but it comes out in a sing- song voice.
The entirety of the team turns to face you. Briefly you meet the eyes of Roope, who’s still shirtless. Just as Jamie passes you by with a confused look, you tap his now clothed arm to make him bend down just a little.
“Ehh, so someone somehow got past security, apparently you’re her boyfriend.”
You say to him, loud enough for the closest teammates to hear.
“Jesus Christ, not again.”
Jamie mutters. Stephen Johns is closest and has his phone in seconds calling someone. You let a glance out the door and see the girls huddled together, suddenly looking unsure. Jamie takes a look over your shoulder and sighs.
“Guess I should distract them until security gets here, just stay here.”
You roll your eyes, but stay put. Then suddenly you realise where you are, feeling like an intruder.
“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to intrude, just thought you should know about the girls outside.”
You say, trying to not look too closely at anyone. You can feel the heat rising up your neck.
“‘S alright, not everyday we get to know a girl from Jamie's side.”
Tyler Seguin says from his seat by his gear.
“Oh I know, he has a hard time finding decent ones.”
You say it absentmindedly, but the entire team seems to crack up at that. You feel a little bad, but you also know it as true and it's already said, so you can’t take it back.
“Seems like he did alright with you.”
Roope says as he pulls his button up over his arms and starts pushing the buttons through the holes.
“Ahh, a common mistake. Not a girlfriend and not sleeping with him either.”
His brows raise and a cheeky smile forms on his face. But he doesn’t say anything else. You feel off, of sorts. He doesn’t irk you like the girls did. And it was kind of scaring you. It’s the feeling you get when you start being intrigued, and you don ‘t need that now.
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You’re sitting at the bar, alone, not that you mind it, because the girl who finally got Jamie had been ogling him all night and talking too loud, and it was a relief when you saw them walk out the door. He had asked multiple times if it was okay for him to leave, so much so that you almost drove the uber back to her place yourself.
Staring down at the drink in your hand, you realised you were too sober and too far behind on studying (not really) to be sitting here, in a place you didn’t want to be. So you got up, turned around and immediately crashed into a hard chest. Looking up, you find a wild head of blonde curls and a heavenly cologne. Roope Hintz.
“Can I help you you mr. Star?”
You said ask as he leans closer, if that was even possible, without touching you. He at least has the decency to chuckle and look a little bashful as you address him that way.
“You sure you’re not even a little infatuated with Oleksiak?”
Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the bar and cross your ankles.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
You give him a flirty smile, just for the hell of it. Roope steps forward so his feet are planted on either side of yours, not touching this time either, and leans an arm beside you, making him come impossibly close to you.
“What if I am?”
He asks, and his eyes are roaming all over your face, ignited with a desire you haven’t seen in far too long. It makes a heat pool in your stomach, and a little in your cheeks. Just purely out of the close proximity.
“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.”
You try to sound casual, but Roope leans a little closer.
“And why is that?”
You can tell he is curious, and your judgement is compromised from the closeness of him. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt, right?
“I’m a one time offer, an-”
Roope doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, before he has your hand in his. Just as you touch it feels like a wave of something indescribable washes over you. You’d never felt anything like it.
“I can do that. Come along now, we haven’t got all night.”
Roope drags you away from the bar and you scramble to keep up the first few steps. When you catch up, he laces his fingers through yours, and heads out the door. It’s cold out, and since you haven’t really been outside today, all you have is the sweater you came to the rink in. You hadn’t been dressed for a club at all, but he didn’t seem to mind. You wrap your arms around yourself, to try to preserve some of the heat from the inside. Roope has a keen eye and steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“One time offer, remember?”
“Oh yeah, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice, or no?”
And as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel in your bones (and your lower back) that he isn’t nearly as nice as he’s pretending to be. And you catch yourself thinking that you can’t wait to see what this turns into.
“Just, doubting what you define as nice, that’s all.”
At that Roope, let out a little chuckle, before leaning down a little and placing small kisses on your exposed neck. He works his way up to your ear.
“I can be very nice, it all depends on you though.”
With a final kiss to your cheek, he steps away from your heated face, and looks at the uber that’s now in front of you, double checking that it’s the right one. How in the hell had you missed the car pulling up to the curb? Roope opened the door to the back seat and let you enter first. Then he entered shortly after you, told the lady driving the car his address and turned to face you.
“Didn’t think you were that shy, sweetheat.”
He gestured to the entire middle seat between the two of you. You just shake your head, with a coy smile on your lips.
“Just been a while.”
You say quietly, not wanting the driver to hear. Regardless, she looks at you, very discreetly, through the rearview mirror. You give her a reassuring smile trying to convey that you feel safe and that you’re okay. She gives you a wink in return.
“I’ll make it worth your time.”
Roope leads you into an elevator and punches one of the higher numbers, all the while his eyes are roaming you, mentally undressing you. Most definitely wondering what he would find underneath the sweater and jeans. You are absolutely feeling a little shy with the way he looks at you. However, at the same time you’re looking at him, wondering what he is going to do, if he will be soft or hard in demeanor, if he’s gonna be rough or boring, but somehow something in his eyes tells you, it’s gonna be anything but boring.
The elevator stops, and he steps closer, taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers and leading the way out of the elevator. Just two doors down he pulls some keys out of his back pocket and steadily unlocks the door, no fumbling. You take it as a good sign even if you already knew that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. The lock clicks in place and the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway. Roope steps in first and flicks on the light. It’s neat, considering what you had been expecting. The door shuts behind you, and you hear the lock clicking.
Toeing off your shoes you turn and find Roope already staring at you. His eyes are considerably darker. He drops the jacket he had been wearing to the floor and beckons you with a finger to follow him, all silent and a little domineering, half a smile on his lips. You see the light flicker on in the hallway as you follow him down to the left and then the first door on the right hand side it’s the only open door, but it’s not fully lit inside. Carefully you step inside, when nothing happens, you take one more step in and the room is suddenly full of tension.
The light here is turned on low, and Roope is standing in front of you taking slow steps towards you. Determined to stand your ground you remain unmoving, but your eyes roam him, and he seems to notice. With a smirk he takes a hand behind his neck and promptly yanks the shirt off of his upper body. You feel your jaw dropping just a little as you scan him over.
“Look at me in the eyes babe.”
Heat rises to your cheeks, but you remain in your spot steadily holding his gaze. He takes a step closer, and then another, until he’s standing mere inches from you. A devious smile is playing on his lips, when one of his hands lands on your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip, just underneath the emerald sweater of yours.
“Are you sure about this?”
He asks, taking his other hand up and caressing your cheek. You nod your head yes.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.”
The hand that’s on your cheek is suddenly forcing your face upwards to meet his eyes.
“I’m sure about this.”
You whisper, again meeting his eyes. Just as the sentence leaves your mouth, he immediately goes to kiss you, but you pull back just slightly, just to tease, and maybe test him a little. He sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, and his smile widens.
“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?”
Roope’s hands slip from your body, before meeting again behind your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You stare down into his darkened eyes, and lean into him. He lets you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before he deepens it. You let him, not really feeling like fighting him. His lips move from yours and down your neck, as he walks towards the bed, you can feel him leaving a few hickies before dropping you onto the bed.
“Off with the sweater, kaunis.”
You look up at him, while crossing your arms and gripping the bottom of the sweater, letting him take in all of you as the green top comes off. Underneath is a simple black bra and you can see his pupils dilate at the sight of you.
“That one I’m gonna take off myself.”
He leans over you, until you’ve laid down flat on the bed. He’s hovering over you, resting on his forearms, yet his hips have already settled between your legs. You can feel him there hard and heavy. His breath playing across your collarbones, makes you feel the anticipation building in your entire body.
He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he starts leaving open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, he shifts his weight so he is leaning more on one arm and slides the other underneath your back, and makes quick work of unfastening your bra. The tension leaves the straps and you let them fall off. Then with his teeth he bites the middle of the bra, lifting it off your body and chucking it away with his free hand.
“Upea.”
You don’t question his words, honestly feeling a little more turned on as he speaks to you in a language you don’t understand. With a wink he kisses each of your tits a few times, before moving further down.
“Still good?”
He asks, and you feel your heart ache a little at it, and immediately shove the feeling aside.
“Yes, so good.”
You say, all out of breath as his fingers pop open the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of your jeans. In a swift motion he has his fingers in what you assume is the belt loops and has pulled down your jeans along with the black underwear you had been wearing. Instinctively you try to close your legs, but two calloused hands on either of your knees stops that motion.
“I’ve got you.”
Roope says as he leans into your right thigh and starts leaving kisses again. Closer and closer to your core, and when he finally is there, he switches to the other tigh, repeating the process. Your hands, which have been clenching the sheets, finally go to his long hair, tugging a little. Roope lets out a little groan and you swear you can feel it in your entire body.
“Aww, look how wet you are, all for me?”
He asks in a husky voice.
“All for you, all for you.”
Roope seems to revel in the admittance rolling off your tongue, before he lets himself have a taste. At least that’s what you think is happening. You feel his hot breath fan over your core, and he is painfully close, you lift your hips just slightly to meet his mouth, just as he pulls away.
“My bed, my rules. Now, you’re gonna have to ask really nicely to cum, before I let you. Got it?”
You’re so lost in desperation for his mouth that you can only nod. You both hear and feel the sigh escaping him, before he lands a little smack on the inside of your thigh. It causes you to let out a strangled moan and clench around nothing.
“Didn’t I tell you? Words.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll ask to cum.”
And then he’s all over you. The pent up feeling you have in your body only seems to grow as he spends his time licking and lapping at your folds. With his arms around your thighs and eyes firmly set on yours, your body's working overtime trying to feel everything. You feel your grip on his hair tighten as his mouth finds you clit and a finger easily slides inside you.
“Fuuuck, feels so good.”
You draw out the vocals as he hums against you. Your breathing went uneven a long time ago, but now you’re struggling to control anything that comes out of your mouth. Especially as the second finger enters you and he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers, finally finding that one particular spot. It nearly sends you over the edge.
“Ah ah, ask first.”
Your brain feels like mush as he continues his assault on your pussy.
“Please may I cum?”
Roope hums against you, before leaning away a little.
“No, I want you to beg.”
He goes back in, feeling the way your body is wound so tightly you don’t know where to turn, not being able to think clearly.
“Please, I’ll be so good, just please please let me cum.”
Again Roope hums.
“Okay, only if you’re a good girl though.”
He says looking up at you, with that smirk of his, before he dives back in. You can feel the tension in your body tightening, and when his tongue does a particularly intense stroke over your clit you can’t hold it anymore. Your legs clamp around his head and you let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as he lets you ride out the high on his face.
When you can’t take it anymore, you gently guide his face away from your core. Roope has this cocky grin on his face and you can’t help but like it being directed at you. You pull him up towards you and kiss him deeply, not really caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. Finally he lets your hands wander over the planes of his upper body, feeling the muscles tense and flex as your fingers trace every ridge of his body. He seems to really like kissing you, but he does notice that your hands go lower and lift his hips up a little to make room so you can pop the button of his jeans. As soon as the zipper is down, your hand traces the waistband of his boxers.
“You gonna play with me like this all night, rakas?”
He asks with a playful tone of voice.
“Maybe.”
You tease, pulling on the waistband of the boxers, before releasing it, making it snap against his skin. He leans away from you completely, getting up so he’s on his knees, but otherwise full height. Your legs are caught between his, so you can only sit up as far. Not that you mind though, with the way he towers over you, giving you perfect access to the bulge that’s now in your direct line of vision. Without really meaning to your jaw goes slack. His pointer finger is under your chin, making you look up at him.
“Eyes up here, yeah?”
You nod innocently at him, making him groan at the sight of you.
“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use.”
You blush at his words and the smirk on his lips. Regardless, you start peeling the boxers and jeans down his legs. Slowly. Since this is going to be a one time thing, you think, you’re gonna savour this moment. His skin is hot beneath your fingers, but not as hot as your cheeks the moment his cock springs free of it’s confinement. You’re definitely not complaining about any aspect of it.
Without a second thought you put your lips around the angry red tip, letting your tongue explore every inch of his dick. Roope seems to like what you’re doing, judging by the groaning and panting above you. One of his hands is in your hair, doing a makeshift ponytail as you continue to suck him off. Suddenly, he all but pulls you off his cock, which now seems even more red than it was before. With strings of saliva hanging from your mouth, connected to his dick. Roope lets out a groan that makes your inside tingle before he slides back off the bed.
“I’m going to ruin you so good, rakas.”
He kicks off his jeans and boxers before he is over you again. You look him in the eyes nodding, before spreading your legs, letting him settle between them. He cages you in with his arms, and for some reason, even with his dark gaze upon you, you feel safe. And when he grabs your arms, pinning them beside your head you let out a content sigh. Not only because you’re completely letting go, but because you can feel his cock brushing against your stomach. The anticipation is almost killing you.
Roope, kisses up and down your neck, whispering dirty somethings in your ear, because they aren’t nothing. They are all his fantasies, of what he has come up with that he wants to do with you. As well as to you. Most of all though, you think he just enjoys watching you squirm in need of him. When he lets go of your right hand, it traces your throat.
“Now, put my cock inside yourself.”
It’s a demand, and you follow through, out of desperation to feel him inside. You wrap your hand around his dick, carefully tugging at him, running your thumb over the tip, teasing. With a little smile on your lips. Roope is quick to kiss it away, delving into you, with a passion you’ve never felt before.
“Inside, now. Or this teasing of yours is gonna have some serious consequences.”
He mumbles against your lips, so you do as told, guiding him to your entrance. You both let out content sighs as he finally sinks into you. He is going slow at first. Letting you adjust to having him inside you.
“Look so good for me like this.”
You can only nod as he starts moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts. He finds a pace and as soon as you start clenching around him, when he hits that part of you. His pace picks up. The hand that’s still holding onto yours, they are now intertwined in each other. His other hand is caressing your hip. You’re pretty much just a blubbering mess of his name and curses as he hits all the right parts.
With a final kiss to your lips, he leans up a bit, so his thighs are resting on his calves creating a steep angle, so you almost slip off him. Almost. He pulls you closer by the hips, making you yelp out, before your legs are planted on either side of him, giving yourself a little more leverage as he hits deep inside of you. The moan that escapes you is genuine, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. At that you feel a sharp sting on your thigh again.
“Eyes on me.”
In the fog of pleasure all you manage to get out is a weak. “Yes, sir.”
Opening your eyes, you see Roope straining a little as well. His cheeks are tinted and his breathing is really uneven. But his eyes are blown with pleasure, and as you guide his hand to your lower stomach where you can vaguely feel him moving in and out of you. It looks like a new fire has been ignited inside him.
His hand slips from yours as he lets it go to rub at your clit again. The pleasure almost becomes too much, and your eyes roll a little at the feeling.
“May I please cum, sir?”
You manage to moan out, barely remembering his demand from before.
“Hold it for like three seconds, I’m gonna count you down.”
So you look him in the eyes and let him blow out your back for a few more thrusts, and then he starts counting down.
“3”
His rhythm changes as he slows down and goes harder, deeper.
“2”
He moans as you clench around him.
“1, cum for me.”
And you do. It starts in your stomach, and like a warm tide it washes over your entire body. Roope fucks you through it, before he finally pulls out and with a loud groan he is jerking himself off, letting go in hot spurts all over your torso. He finishes and stares down at his personal masterpiece. With your rapidly raising stomach and chest covered in his cum, you can tell by the smirk on his lips. He’s satisfied.
“I’ll be right back.”
Roope says with a wink, and you just nod. Because even though you just had the best sex to date, you were trying to gather your thoughts. On how to get home. You don’t see where he goes, but you hear water running from a sink. When he’s back from the bathroom, you assume, he has a wet washcloth in hand and is wearing a fresh pair of boxers. Gently he wipes his cum from your chest and stomach, and a little in between your legs.
And you’re almost completely ruined by how gentle he is. But you have a promise to keep, and you’re not planning on betraying yourself. He leaves again to toss the cloth into the hamper. When he comes back, you have gathered your underwear and bra, and are standing on the floor on slightly shaky legs.
“You’re leaving?”
And that was really the first sign.
“Yeah, one time offer. Remember?”
You answer, looking for your jeans. Roope sweeps them off of the floor and hands them to you.
“Yeah, right.”
You get dressed in silence, and when your last sock is on. You straighten up.
“I’ll just find the way out myself.”
It’s meant to be casual, but Roope immediately refuses.
“No no, I’ll walk you out.”
And he does, following close behind you. You’ve just gotten your shoes on, when your phone pings. It’s a notification from uber that your ride is here. You’ve put your hand on the door knob and opened the door, when Roope, who was leaning against the wall, pulls you back and kisses you deeply.
“Next time you need an orgasm, give me a call.”
He says with a wink.
In the car back to your apartment, you can feel it. You’re not gonna get rid of Roope after what just went down in his bedroom. The worst part of it is that you’re not sure you want it to be a one time thing. Fuck.
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I Tried (M. Tkachuk)
A/n: Just a funny little blurb I thought of!
In the ten years that you’ve known the Tkachuks, you’ve always been closest to Brady. When you were in middle school, your mother got a new job which resulted in your family moving to St. Louis. As a result, you ended up across the street from the Tkachuks. You remember the first time you met them, you only met Chantal, Brady, and Taryn. Keith and Matthew were at a hockey tournament. Brady took you under his wing, and the two of you became close friends. That didn’t mean, however, that you didn’t have a connection with Taryn or Matthew. You and Taryn had sleepovers almost every other weekend and did things that girls did. Your connection with Matthew was complicated. The only words that you could use to describe it was that Matthew was a pesky older brother who could be the worst to you but also the best. It was safe to say that you went to different Tkachuks for different reasons. When you wanted someone to laugh with and enjoy the day with, you went to Brady. If you wanted someone to gossip with, you went to Taryn. You and Matthew weren’t that close; however, whenever you were around him, he always made your heart flutter, and he made you giggle like a maniac.
When you came to the age to be looking for schools, Matthew and Brady gave their best pitches for their hockey cities. Brady told you that in Ottawa, your best friend, him, would always be there. Matthew told you that because he was older, he was more mature. (he knew that wasn’t true) Therefore, he could take care of you better. You ended up applying to schools in both cities and touring schools in both cities. You wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but you like the Calgary school better. So, when you got your acceptance letter from the University of Calgary, there was no hesitation as to where you would go. Matthew insisted that you moved in with him; however, you wanted the whole university experience and opted to stay in a dorm. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t spend lots of time with Matthew.
Now, ten years later after meeting Brady and Taryn, it was safe to say that you were closest to Matthew out of all the Tkachuks. You were sitting on the couch in Matthew’s apartment getting ready for a movie night with him and some of his teammates. Matthew came and sat next to you and offered you the bowl of popcorn in his hand. You reached to grab some, but Matthew moved the bowl out of your grasp.
“If I give you some popcorn, will you go on a date with me?” Matthew asks. For the past six months, Matthew has been trying to get you to go on a date with him, and you said no every time. It wasn’t because you didn’t like Matthew; it was because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Matthew and his siblings. You’ll admit, Matthew was a very attractive being, and you might have had the smallest crush on him in high school. However, nothing big enough for you to want to act upon it. Matthew, it seems, was in the same boat and felt that now was a perfect time to act upon those feelings.
You look at Matthew with a small smile gracing your face. “I think you know my answer. It’s been the same for the past six months.”
Matthew puts a pout on his face. “Come on, please? I really like you. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Anything for just one date,” Matthew says. “Please? I’m not going to stop until you give me some kind of chance.”
“Give me a bit to think about what this ‘something’ you can do for me is, and then maybe you’ll have yourself a date.”
Matthew nods like a child. “I can go with that.”
“Is that the farthest you’ve ever gotten with asking Yn out?” Johnny asks from where he’s sitting. In your interaction with Matthew, you almost forgot that there were other people in the room. Actually, that happened anytime you were in the general vicinity with Matthew.
“It is, and I’ll take it,” Matthew says and starts the movie.
What could you do to get Matthew to do that you knew he couldn’t do? You wanted to go on a date with Matthew, but you didn’t want to ruin the good you already had. The WAGs have been telling you that it could only get better. You guess they could be right, but you also thought of the millions of possibilities that everything went wrong. You weren’t sure you were ready for the possibility of it going awry.
You knew that you had to pick something that annoyed you. What did Matthew do that annoyed you? The weird racing stripes in his hair. The inability to take care of his curls. The fact that he always chews his mouth guard instead of wearing it. That’s it!
You look at Matthew and grin widely. “I know what I want you to do,” you whisper into Matthew’s ear.
Matthew looks at you with a smirk and hopes you can’t tell that your whisper sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah?” he whispers back. “What is it?”
“You have to go an entire game wearing your mouthguard instead of chewing on it.”
“What?” Matthew says audibly that gets everyone looking at the two of you. “I can’t do that.”
You shrug. “Then I guess no date.”
Matthew sighs. “How about whenever I’m on the ice then?”
“You’re compromising?” you tease.
“Yes or no?”
“Sure, whenever you’re on the ice, you must have your mouthguard in your mouth and no chewing on it. If you can do that, then I’ll go on a date with you.”
Matthew could do this, right? Simple, no chewing on his mouthguard while on the ice.
. . .
“Do you think you’ll be able to do it?” Sam asks. “She gave you the hardest possible challenge, and you went along with it. Dude, you’re so whipped for her.”
Matthew looks at his teammate and shakes his head. “Don’t I know it.”
. . .
Matthew lasted all the way through the first ten minutes of the first. It felt unnatural, but he knew what was at stake. Ten minutes into the first, the Flames were up by two, and Matthew completely forgot. As he was skating to chase the puck on a breakaway, his mouthguard, out of habit, escaped his mouth, and he began to chew on it. After his shift was finished and he was back on the bench, Sam gave Matthew a sly grin.
“What?” Matthew asks annoyed.
“I guess you’re not getting that date now,” Sam replies.
Matthew was about to ask what but realizes what Sam’s referencing. Fuck, Matthew couldn’t keep the mouthguard in his mouth. He looks up to the Friends and Family box to see if you were looking at him or noticed it. You were currently talking to Lauren. So, maybe you didn’t notice? However, sensing Matthew’s eyes on you, you look down at the bench and catch Matthew’s eyes. His face instantly goes red, and the heat can probably be felt all across the Saddledome. You gave Matthew an innocent shrug and smile. Yeah, you noticed.
. . .
Thankfully, Matthew didn’t let the status of his dating life affect his play, and the Flames won. He exited the locker room and saw you standing there in your Tkachuk jersey.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry, I really tried, but I coul--” Matthew begins but is interrupted by you cupping his face and kissing him. It takes a few moments for Matthew to realize what was happening. When he finally came to, Matthew wrapped his arms around your waist and began to kiss you back. When you both pulled away, Matthew had a giant smile on his face. “I’m really confused because I failed, but I’m totally okay with you kissing me.” And he leans in for another kiss.
You laugh pulling away slightly. “I was talking to Brady earlier, and he was telling me how you were really nervous about whether or not you could keep the mouthguard in your mouth. That’s when I realized, you really did care about me.”
“Did you not know that before?” Matthew asks puzzled.
“No, I did, but, don’t be mad, you have a certain reputation. I didn’t want to be one of those girls, and I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with you, Brady, and Taryn. You all mean too much to me except you mean much to me in a different way.”
“So, this means that I can take you on a date?”
“Yes, Matthew, you can take me on a date,” you say, and Matthew kisses you again.
Matthew pulls back and looks at you. “Do you want to come over for dinner?”
“I mean, you did drive me here, so sure,” you tell Matthew, and you both walk hand in hand to Matthew’s car.
“I can’t believe you’re finally letting me take you on a date, and you’re letting me kiss you,” Matthew says excitedly. “I never thought you’d let me do anything with you other than be your friend.”
“I mean, you can do anything you want to me now,” you say.
Matthew looks at you with his jaw dropped. “I think you’re going to regret that,” Matthew says and picks you up bridal style. The only sounds in the parking garage are of your giggles as Matthew places kisses around your face and neck as you both walk to his car. All those worst-case scenarios? Yeah, you 100% could ignore them.
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never isn’t an option - pt. 1
summary: you’re tired of hiding how you feel from Matthew, so you risk everything for a chance at happiness
word count: 5.2k
warnings: a couple of swears, allusions to sex, angst
note from the writer: I'd like to thank @hockeymenorattractiveboys and @spookymakar for listening to me ramble about how to format this. I’d also like you all to let me know what you think :) please don’t hate me :)
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If there was a time that you ever turned down the chance to spend time with Matthew Tkachuk, something was wrong. He was your person, the one you texted when you had good news and a bad day. The one that could cheer you up with a grin and a terrible joke. He kissed your cheeks to dry your tears and held you close and told you how much he loved you every day.
He was the closest thing to a relationship you had.
But Matthew Tkachuk didn’t do relationships.
See, he did all of those things from the comfort of a best friend position. He’d make you wear his jersey to games and facetime you late at night while he’s on roadies but he still went home with other girls while you smiled and laughed with his teammates as if your heart didn’t walk out of the bar with him, chasing after whoever was lucky enough to get him for the night.
And the next day, like nothing ever happened, he’d show up at your door with breakfast in hand and bruises on his neck that you so desperately wanted to be the cause of.
It was a brutal cycle, and you were nearing the end of your rope, if you were being honest with yourself.
Still, when you got the text saying that since the boys only had a late practice the next day, everyone was going out, you knew you’d let Matt convince you to go. And he didn’t really have to do much convincing, he just flashed you a smile and you were getting ready to head out.
Pregame was at your apartment, for whatever reason, and you were putting on the finishing touches as you listened to the rambunctious hockey players that took over your kitchen. You opted to ignore the sound of glass breaking, followed by several of the boys yelling at Sam. Instead, you sighed and started fixing your hair in the mirror.
“Damn, maybe I might have to just take you home tonight.” A voice called, and you would have jumped at the sudden sound but you had seen Matt slip into your room in the mirror’s reflection. Stomach twisting with nerves and the desire to tell him ‘please’, you rolled your eyes. It was the same comment each night, he’d compliment you and shower you with attention until it was time for him to find the night’s hookup.
“What’d Sam break?” You opted to ask, ignoring both his comment and the way his arms wrapped around your middle from behind you. Matt chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder while swaying slightly. He was studying you in the mirror, you could feel his gaze raking up and down your reflection and to try and ground yourself, you rested your hands atop his forearms.
“Just a glass.” He hummed after a moment and you had nearly forgotten the question entirely. You sighed in response, knowing you had to go out and clean up before someone hurt themselves. As if anticipating that you were about to leave, Matt’s grip tightened around you, your heart skipping a beat in sync with the action. “Johnny’s got it. He knows where the broom is.”
“Well, we can’t just stay in my bedroom all night.” You chuckled, and though you had been the one to make the first move to leave you found yourself relaxing into his hold. You caught a glimpse of Matt’s face in the mirror, a wicked grin on his face and it was then you realized what you had said. “Not like that, Matthew.”
“You said it, not me.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the junction of where your neck met your shoulder before standing to his full height. You pushed away the feeling of butterflies in your stomach at the contact, and instead focused on not tripping over your own feet as Matt spun you around to face him, his hands settling on your hips to steady you. “You look good tonight, like really good.”
“Thanks, Matt.” You smiled so wide your cheeks ached, hands busying themselves by needlessly brushing across the shirt covering the broad expanse of his chest. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“Is that why you’re feeling me up?” He questioned, a lightness to his voice that let you know he was just teasing. You rolled your eyes, hoping you didn’t look as affected as you were by his hands sliding from where they previously were on your waist to their new spot a little too low on your back for being just friends.
“You started it, Tkachuk.” You retorted. This is how it always was with Matt. He’d tease and flirt and have you nearly falling at his feet and just when you thought that maybe your feelings were reciprocated he’d turn around go home with someone that was decidedly not you.
“And I can finish it, too.” He hummed, leaning down to speak directly in your ear as your eyes fluttered shut.
Cocky, you thought. Still, a chill ran down your spine and you felt yourself keening into his touch. You weren’t sure whether or not to scream or be thankful for the door opening just then.
“Come on, lovebirds. We’d like to get to the bars at some point.” Rasmus jeered playfully, his grin wide and showing that he knew exactly what he was saying. Matt groaned, and without turning to look at his teammate he flipped him off. Taking the chance while Matt was distracted and only had one hand on you, you slipped out of his grip.
“Not a word.” You mumbled to Rasmus as you slipped past the defenseman. He chuckled, raising his hands in innocence as if he hadn’t just made a comment about your feelings for his teammate. Besides Matthew, Rasmus was the one you were closest to on the team. One night, after a few too many drinks and having to watch Matt leave the bar with someone that wasn’t you, you confessed that you had feelings for him. You had sworn Rasmus to secrecy, and each day since then you had to put up with him urging you to confess to Matt himself.
Matt had been right, Johnny handled the mess and Sam apologized for breaking a glass. You waved him off, opting to take the shot that was being offered to you. It wasn’t healthy to mask your feelings for the curly haired menace that was finally retreating from your bedroom alongside Rasmus with alcohol—but it definitely made it easier to be in the same room as him.
You ended up being squished between Sam and Matt in one of the two Ubers ordered to get everyone from your apartment to the bar, and Matt’s arm wound around your waist to pull you closer to his side. As soon as you arrived at the bar, Matt slipped his hand in yours and used the connection to make sure you never strayed far from his side.
He was being more handsy than usual, tugging you into his chest at any given chance and setting his hand on your leg when sitting in the booth, and you weren’t the only one that noticed. Not only did you receive looks from his teammates, but their significant others who weren’t all accustomed to your odd relationship with Matt.
But then it happened. Like every time before, you could feel Matt’s attention slip from you. It was like clockwork, you knew you had at the very most three minutes after Matt first spotted his target for the night until he left you. And this time it was no different.
Of course, you thought, watching Matt cross the bar to greet the pretty blonde with a smile and one of his lines. Distantly, you heard your name being called, but it was only when you felt someone jab your side did you tear your gaze from Matt. It was Dillon, and he was giving you a sympathetic smile you really wished he wasn’t.
“What’s up?” You asked nonchalantly, as if you hadn’t just been caught staring at the man who unknowingly held your heart flirt with someone else.
“He really does like you, you know.” Dillon told you, sounding a little too insightful for someone you had seen get checked into the boards only the night prior. You forced a laugh, the same one you always did whenever someone made a comment, whenever Matt told you about his sexcapades.
“He’s right, Matt’s just too dumb to know.” Sam butted in from across the table, taking a swig of his drink and succeeding in gaining the attention of the rest of the guys at the table. Your smile was too tight and too tiny and even the guys you weren’t as close with were able to see right through you. The last thing you needed was any of them trying to take a peek at the feelings you buried deep and kept hidden.
“I think I’m going to call it a night, early day tomorrow and all.” You lied. You had no plans until three in the afternoon, when you had promised your friend that you’d go shopping with her so she could find something to wear to her cousin’s wedding. You waved goodbye to the table and stopped at the bar to tell Rasmus you were heading out, and it was then that you were met with your next obstacle.
“There you are! This is Brooke.” Matt called cheerfully, waving you down as you tried to pass him and introduced you to the girl that had captured his attention. Your stomach twisted and tied itself up in knots, but no matter how sick you felt not a single part of you blamed her. After all, you desperately wanted to be in her place; she held Matt’s attention in a way that you could only hope for.
“It’s nice to meet you, but I was actually heading out.” You smiled sweetly, turning your gaze to Matt during the second half of your sentence. He pouted, and not in his over-the-top dramatic way you were used to seeing when you’d leave parties early, but a genuine frown.
“It’s too late for you to be going home alone, though.” He tried to reason, and though his attention was on you and that was truly all you ever wanted he still had a hand resting on Brooke’s leg as she sat at the bar. You opened your mouth to argue that you went home by yourself every time and that he never was around by the end of the night to watch, but a heavy body slid in beside you and clapped a hand on Matt’s shoulder.
“I’ll make sure she gets home safe, man.” Rasmus promises, and you force a smile on your face. You feel nauseous, because it’s then that you realize you want nothing more than for Matthew to be the one to make sure you get home safe and it’s then that Matt takes a step closer to Brooke, hand rising just a few inches higher up her leg.
“Alright, talk to you guys later.” Matt says after a moment and he pulls Rasmus in for an abridged version of a bro hug, and you fully expected to just send him a wave and be on your way. Instead, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close, sealing your fate with a kiss to your hairline.
You smile politely at Brooke as a form of goodbye, but she was wearing an unimpressed expression while looking at Matt look at you. You weren’t sure why he so blatantly displayed affection towards you while trying to hookup with someone else, but you pushed that though deep, deep down and followed Rasmus out of the bar as he announced the car he ordered at some point arrived. The air was cold against your flushed skin and it was only after the bar was out of sight and you were secured in the backseat of the Uber did Rasmus speak.
“You’re going to have to stop doing this to yourself someday, you know.” His voice was quiet and kind, the opposite of what it was like on the ice, but you still felt like you were being scolded. When your only response was to nod and continue picking at your nails, he sighed. “You both are too stupid for your own good.”
“Well, that’s helpful.” You tried joking, but your voice was tight and you hated how pathetic you sounded. Rasmus let out a breathy chuckle, and you saw the Uber turn onto your street.
“It’s the truth.” He teased, and you rolled your eyes. The car was slowing to a stop in front of your building, and as much as you loved Rasmus, you were thankful for the chance to escape the conversation. “You’ve both been in love with each other since forever and neither of you are willing to admit it. So you pine after him and hurt your own feelings and he tries to find replacements for you, but they never last, because as you might know—they aren’t you.”
Your eyes widened at his words. It certainly wasn’t the first time he had made jokes about you and Matt, but that’s all they had been before. They were jokes. Now, though, he sounded so serious and as you searched his gaze you found not a single ounce of humor. Never had he been so direct and you felt as if his analysis had been broadcasted to the entire neighborhood instead of just you and the poor Uber driver who was waiting for you to get out.
“Goodnight, Rasmus.” You spoke quickly, gathering your things and climbing out of the car. He didn’t say anything else, just shot you a knowing look to tell you to get your shit together. He might’ve been right, but you were too caught off-guard to tell him that. So instead, you told him to text you when he got home safe and shut the door behind you.
Five days later, and you were still thinking about Rasmus’ comments.
You were thinking about it so much that at one in the morning, you found yourself anxiously pacing your kitchen. Your friend had fallen asleep on you, leaving you with the advice that you should just tell Matt how you feel. She reasoned that if his teammate told you he loved you, then chances are that he felt the same way. You argued that maybe he only said that to try and cheer you up.
You hated that she had reason on her side.
It was reason that had you, after your twentieth lap around your kitchen, pulling up Matt’s contact and dialling his number. You thought about texting him about your feelings, but that was way too impersonal. Throwing caution to the wind, you listened to the ringing of the phone, deciding that if he didn’t answer or you chickened out after hearing his voice, you’d simply tell him you meant to call your friend Mark but accidentally clicked on the contact for Matt.
“Hello?”
He sounded a little groggy, and you wondered if you had woken him up. Guilt shot through you, he had an early flight in the morning to the east coast and he needed his sleep. You were losing your nerve quickly, and if you didn’t say what you needed, then you’d never do it.
“Can I come over?” At least you got to the point.
“Yeah, of course.” He mumbled, sounding a little more awake. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you had been holding, and started to grab your keys. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m—yeah, good.” You couldn’t exactly say you were fine. You were incredibly stressed and more nervous than you had ever been, but you knew saying that without context would worry him. And you couldn’t give him the context over the phone.
“You sure?” He tried, clearly having picked up on the anxious edge to your voice. You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, and slipped out of your apartment.
“Be there in fifteen, Matt.”
It was the longest fifteen minutes of your life.
By the time you reached his place and got past the doorman, who greeted you with a smile and knew you by name, you were ready to jump out of your skin. But Rasmus’ words were bouncing around your head uncontrollably and you needed closure, even if that meant you didn’t have Matt in your life after your next conversation.
Your knuckles barely connected to his door in a knock before it swung open, and Matt revealed himself in nothing more than grey sweatpants hung low on his hips. You smiled despite your nerves, and he tugged into his apartment and into his arms before mumbling a hello.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He hummed, keeping you close to him. You wanted to scream and shout and go home, stomach in knots and heart pounding so loudly you might need to consult a doctor.
Now or never, and never wasn’t an option anymore.
“I love you, Matt.” You forced yourself to say, feeling like you were going to be sick the moment the words left you. Matthew didn’t react poorly to your confession, in fact, he didn’t react at all, which was concerning in an all new way that you hadn’t thought about at first.
“I love you, too.” He replied easily, and you found yourself pulling away slightly and shaking your head at him. He wasn’t understanding, and that couldn’t have been a good sign.
“No, Matt, I’m in love with you.” You clarified, watching as his brows shot up and a look of realization crossed his face. You watched as his face fell and watched as his arms moved from around you to hold your arms at the elbows.
“Oh.” Was all he said. It was all he had to say to send your world crashing down around you.
One simple word from him and you knew you had just ruined your friendship.
“I’m sorry, I-I’ll go. You have an early flight, and—”
“Y/N, wait.” He called, holding you tighter so you couldn’t escape his grip. You shook your head, trying to will away tears you knew were coming and desperately hold onto your last shred of dignity.
“No, it’s fine Matt. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You assured him, slipping out of his grip and heading towards the door. He was trailing after you, you could feel his presence, so it was only once the door was open and you were standing in his hallway did you acknowledge that he had been calling your name the entire time. Spinning to face him, you pointlessly wiped away tears that had been falling and would continue to fall for what seemed like the rest of your life. He looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he tried to put his thoughts into words.
“We can still be friends?” It was a question; not even he was sure. You forced a smile, sniffling pathetically as you shrugged. He reached a hand out as if to caress your cheek, a dejected look in his eyes that only worsened when you took a step back to avoid his touch.
“I’ll need some space, Matty.” The words broke your heart but they needed to be said, and when he offered nothing more than a weak nod you took that as your cue to leave. You let yourself sob in the elevator and you meekly scurried past the doorman, trying to hide your face from him so that he couldn’t see you had been crying. You sat in your car for ten whole minutes before you deemed it safe to drive through your tears, and even then you took the long way home to avoid traffic.
Once back in your apartment, you forced yourself to drink a glass of water and slowly changed into pajamas. There was an ache in your chest that hadn’t been there before and you knew that it was due to Matt’s rejection. There was no fight left in you as you pulled up your texts, tiredly typing out a simple message to Rasmus before plugging in the device and setting it down for the night.
You were wrong.
Matthew felt wrong.
He felt as if his world had been turned upside down, inside out, and then inverted for good measure. He was confused, lost, and moping around his apartment and practice arena so often the boys had started ignoring him all together.
And it had only been a week and a half without you.
Somehow, despite his constant sour mood, he managed to convince Johnny to come over for a drink. Really, it was just a ruse to grill him about you. How you were doing, if you were heartbroken, and if you were talking to any of the other guys—because you hadn’t answered any of his texts in a week and a half.
Johnny had seen right through him, but he refused to acknowledge Matthew’s anxious behavior until the takeout was eaten and they were perched on the couch.
“Well?” Johnny started. Matt nodded for no good reason, bouncing his leg and running a hand through his hair to try and distract himself. He couldn’t collect his thoughts, but he was thankful his friend was there and waiting patiently—well, he was there and waiting with an unimpressed look on his face.
“The other day—”
“Y/N told you she loves you. And you turned her away.” Johnny finished for Matt, his tone bored. Matt nodded, feeling like he was being scolded for something he wasn’t sure of. “Because…?”
“Well, I don’t… I don’t know?” Did he love you? When you had confessed to him, he hadn’t thought he loved you in that way. But now, it had been the longest week and a half of his life without you. He felt like he was heartbroken, but did that mean he was heartbroken?
“Do you really think that you don’t love her?” Johnny asked, snapping Matt out of his thoughts. The curly haired boy looked to his friend with a confused look, not because of the question but because of his own feelings.
“What makes you say that?” Matt asked, genuinely curious. He loved you as his friend, loved you as his confidant, but did he love you as his person?”
“Every time we all go out, you make me text you when she goes home so you know she’s safe. You’re all over her all the time, and you pretend to be her boyfriend so guys don’t hit on her.” Johnny listed, and Matt would have made a comment about how he had those examples ready to go if they hadn’t sent him spiraling.
Matt thought he did all of those things as a friend. He was a good guy and you were his best friend; he was just trying to take care of you. But hearing Johnny list the endless reasons why it was so completely obvious that he loved you, he realized that he did all those things because you were his best friend and yet you were so much more.
“I love her.” Matt stated, sounding a little dumbfounded and a lot happy. It wasn’t a question anymore, he loved you, he knew it from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He wanted you to be his best friend that he kissed and cared for, and even though he did those things already he wanted the extra addition of a label so that he could proudly show you off. He loved you, and—
And he let you walk out the door.
“Fuck, man.” Matt groaned, leaning back into the couch and running his hands over his face. Johnny was resisting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ and if Matt had a free thought to spare he would have thanked him, but he was too busy worrying about you and what you were doing and how he was going to make this up to you. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, you’ve messed things up.” Johnny offered, unhelpfully, and Matt let him know just that as he shot him a glare. Matt felt ten times worse, now that he had realized what he truly lost. Before, you were his best friend that walked out of his life after he stupidly couldn’t see what he had. Now, he had lost the love of his life, the one person that knew him better than he probably knew himself.
“She’ll never talk to me.” Matt complained, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his palms. He hadn’t meant to try and earn sympathy from Johnny, he was just sulking and needed to voice his depreciative thoughts.
“No, never isn’t an option.” Johnny swiftly kicked Matt’s foot to earn his attention. He looked to his friend, who looked more serious than he had ever seen, and knew he needed to listen. “You’re both miserable without each other. Call her, and beg for forgiveness.”
“What if she—”
“She won’t.” Johnny interrupted, not bothering to entertain any negative thought that Matt could’ve come up with. Matt pouted, watching as Johnny stood to his feet and prepared to leave. He had left Matt with all the information and advice he had, and now the ball was in Matt’s court. Both of them knew what he had to do, and for the sake of everyone, he needed to do it soon.
It was only after Johnny was standing at the door with his coat on, did he turn to face Matt and send him the first sympathetic look of the evening. Matt didn’t know if he preferred the annoyed looks or this one, neither sitting right with him. He didn’t have long to ponder, because Johnny patted him on the shoulder and left him with some parting advice.
“She loves you, too, man.”
And then he was gone, and Matt was left with flashbacks to the night you left. He cursed himself, slipping back into his apartment and searching for his phone that he discarded in the kitchen at some point.
He wasn’t sure why it was so hard for him to dial your number, suddenly. He knew you loved him, you had said so himself, but there was something holding him back. He had hurt you once already, the image of you pulling back from his touch that night stinging like a fresh wound. But he had a chance to make things right, to make both you and him incredibly happy.
And he’d be damned if he was going to miss it twice.
He dropped onto the couch as he dialed your number, checking the time to make sure it wasn’t too late. It was before midnight, and you had called him past one in the morning, so he decided he was fine. Despite the early hour, the phone kept ringing and just as Matt’s stomach twisted and he was debating leaving a voicemail—declaring his love over voicemail was not the most romantic thing—you finally picked up.
“Hello?” You asked, and just the sound of your voice made some of the tension Matt had been holding in his shoulders for the past week and a half dissipate. He heard someone else in the background talking, but he ignored it, assuming it was the television.
“Hey.” Matt breathed. Silently, he wondered how stupid he was if he had honestly thought the way he felt about you was anything more than platonic. “What’re you up—”
“Matt, I’m on a date right now, I can’t talk.”
And that felt like a knife to the chest. It wasn’t the television he heard in the back, but in fact it was the voice of your date. His stomach lurched and he sat up straight, mouth pressed in a firm line. As Matt stayed quiet, he heard you mumble to your date that you’d need a moment before a door shut, and he assumed that you had slipped away to finish your conversation.
“Who are you with?” The words felt poisonous in his mouth, and with the way it felt like Matt’s chest was caving in, he worried that you would actually be his cause of death. He heard you sigh, and he could imagine you running a hand down your face in the way you always did when you didn’t want to answer a question.
“A friend of a friend, his name is Nick.” You told him, your voice sounding tight. He wasn’t sure why he asked, he couldn’t care less about the answer. Really, he just didn’t want you to hang up and go back to a guy that wasn’t him.
“It’s eleven at night, how are you still on a date?” He tried to joke, tried to hide his pain, because if you were on a date with someone else he’d let you. He’d already hurt you once, and if you were happy with this Nick guy, then he’d let you be.
“Clearly because it’s going well.” You nearly leveled him completely with your response. And if you had killed him before, that single comment was the final nail in his coffin. He knew what you were alluding to, that the date had gone so well you had gone back to his place. He felt like he was going to be sick, thinking of you in some other guy’s apartment, another guy getting to see you in every way he wanted to.
“Oh.”
“Look, Matt, I’ve got to go.” You didn’t sound happy, that was clear. Was it because of him? He shouldn’t have called you, because now he broke his own heart. His next thought was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and he desperately wished he could go back to being blissfully ignorant to his own feelings.
Did he make you feel as terrible as he did then?
“Yeah, yeah of course.” He pursed his lips, not wanting to hang up first and share you with another guy. It wasn’t sharing, truly, because he didn’t have you at all and whoever this Nick was had you entirely, at least for the night. And because Matt felt like things couldn’t get worse, he added his next comment, “Have fun.”
He absolutely did not want you to have fun.
“Bye, Matty.” He wished you didn’t use the nickname and he wished that you’d call him that for the rest of his life—of your life, together. He chuckled humorlessly, the thought that he could have had you for forever only a week and a half ago was enough to make him want to scream. Mumbling a goodbye, he hung up before he had the chance to break his own heart more.
Johnny was wrong.
Never, apparently, was the only option.
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What You Truly Are
I'd like to dedicate this fic to @thejilyship & my cousin, Alex <3
Years of doubt and confusion about her sexuality were thrown away the instant Lily met James Potter.
Mr. Slughorn had assigned James to partner with her in Chemistry because he was new to Hogwarts Prep and she was top of the class. He had kind, hazel eyes hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses and a curly mop of bangs that immediately grabbed her attention. He was smiley and funny and perfectly content with his own shortcomings when it came to Science, happy to let her take the lead on their lab, something most boys would never set aside their egos to do.
But James wasn’t like most boys. He complimented things like her handwriting or how kind she was to strangers instead of the clothes she wore or the color of her hair. Plus, he seemed unconcerned with appearances and popularity, instead focused almost completely on making the school’s soccer team.
He spoke about soccer constantly, and Lily loved the way he lit up when talking about the training he’d been doing for tryouts and the way he’d managed to complete a bicycle kick for the first time. She’d be lying if she had her doubts whether James would make the team, what with his slight build and short stature. The boys on Hogwarts Prep’s Varsity team were all about a head taller, sixty pounds heavier, and had actually defined muscles, which James lacked.
But that was what drew Lily to him. He was softer, blushed easily, giggled openly. There was a feminine energy to the boy that clicked all the gears into place. All this time, Lily had been straight, it just so happened that she preferred boys that were a bit more effeminate. Boys like James.
When he actually made the soccer team, she was the first person he told, wrapping her in a wonderfully intoxicating hug outside of her dorm room, his smooth, soft hands brushing her neck in a way that sparked an ember of hope that maybe he looked at her the same way she looked at him. They spent the rest of the evening celebrating in the cafeteria with slices of pizza and unlimited soft serve, discussing the team’s first match against Durmstrang High. Lily admitted that she’d always loved playing soccer as a kid and how she wished Hogwarts had a girl’s team. James looked at her with an entire forest fire behind his eyes and said with a surprising level of intensity that it was bullshit that the team wasn’t co-ed.
The next day he showed up to her room, a smile on his lips and a soccer ball under his arm. He took her to the fields and they ran drills and practiced shooting on each other until the sun began to set. She never thought she understood a ‘runner’s high’ until they raced the length of the field as blues and purples chased pinks and oranges in the sky, sprinting against each other until their lungs emptied out and their legs gave in. They tumbled onto the cool, evening grass, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, stealing glances and sharing laughter. She thought he might kiss her when they both turned their heads and parted lips, but instead, he sat up, mumbling something about it “not being fair to her.” Whatever that meant.
She tried to take a step back after that day, a silly effort to protect her heart. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time for her and James. Maybe they were better as friends. Plus, his big first game was in a matter of days and she wanted to support him in every way she could. Distracting him with her feelings wouldn’t be helpful…
And that decision seemed to be for the best when Hogwarts beat Durmstrang handily four to one, with James scoring three of their goals. The bleachers erupted into applause as the buzzer went off at the end of the game, but no one was louder than Lily as she cheered for James, who was lifted up by his teammates like a king on his throne.
Lily found herself running down to the field, searching for James in the crowds of fans, hoping to hug him the way they’d hugged before. When she finally spotted him, he’d been approached by the school’s broadcasting club and his face was blasted onto the jumbotron, his voice carrying over the speaker system.
“James Potter, you’re clearly the breakout star of the game today,” said a student reporter into a microphone. “Any thoughts you’d like to share with us today?”
Lily pushed through the swarms of fans, finally making it to the camera crew, and when James saw her smiling at him, his eyes flashed.
“Yeah, I’ve got some thoughts,” he said, his voice echoing around the field and bleachers. “I think Hogwarts should let girls onto the team because they can be just as good as the boys.” He was met by a chorus of confused chatter and a handful of boos. But Lily’s heart soared. “Sure, boo all you want, but I think you’d be surprised to know a girl was Hogwart’s highest scorer in today’s match!”
The jeering turned to a strange mix of laughter and dismissive shouts, causing James’ face to scrunch up. Lily’s heart pounded through her ears.
“It’s me!” James shouted, flustered frustration lining his (her?) face. “I’m the girl! My name isn’t James, it’s Jamie!”
Lily’s jaw hit the floor and her stomach swooped as James- no, Jamie- reached up to fiddle with her hair, grabbed a hidden bobby pin, and let a mess of wavy curls fall to her shoulders.
The crowd continued their shouting, mostly echoing a strange chant of “prove it, prove it!” until Jamie finally rolled her eyes, sent Lily a smirk and a shrug, and grabbed the hem of her jersey, pulling it up to her nose.
The crowd let out a collective gasp, and Lily quickly came to terms with her sexuality.
Once the cameras turned off, Jamie was immediately in front of her, eyes wide and waiting, lip caught between her teeth with a worry that Lily wanted to immediately wipe off.
“I’m sorry, Lily,” she started, “I didn’t mean to trick you or anything like that, but I didn’t expect to meet someone like you and-”
Lily rushed forward, feeling more secure in her thoughts and feelings than ever before, and grabbed Jamie’s face, pulling the girl down until their lips met in a collision of soft smiles, unwavering happiness, and plenty of giggling.
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Life Is A Song (Love Is The Music) (Christen Press x Reader)
Anonymous Request: Hi, would you do a Christen imagine? Where R is like a wellknown singer (who is known to be in a relationship but not with who) and the USWNT is always like thirsting over R and you know CP's calm and collected persona finds it amusing and for some reason one day the team meets R, Christen's gf/wife, where CP has to "come clean" about their relationship after actually joining them on their thirsting over R. It's okay if you can't or don't want to do it. Hope you're ok with everything happening!
I’m doing alright my dear anonnnn! <3
Incredibly brief smut aheadddd!
Emily jumps from her seat at breakfast, her hazel orbs wide as her chair falls to the floor, scaring every one of her teammates.
“Y/N HAS RELEASED A NEW SONG AND IT’S LIT.”
Alex claps her hands excitedly.
“Oh! Oh! Let me see!” Mallory beams, jumping up so she can stand behind Emily, her brown orbs on her phone.
Tobin glances at Christen the green-eyed forward giggling as she sips her latte innocently.
“She always looks like a SNACK.” Kelley stares at her phone, a hand on her rapidly beating chest.
“Yeah, whoever she’s with is one LUCKY bitch.” Emily adds, Lindsey, Mallory and Rose fighting to look at her phone’s screen while Sam easily has the best view, towering over them all.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn, Ali, and Megan are ogling the singer on their phone’s, the others grinning at their screens, though Christen Press’s grin rivals them all.
“Your girl has moves.” Tobin whispers in her ear and Christen giggles as you sing, your voice as enchanting as the day the two of you had met.
Christen had been able to keep her and your relationship a secret, of course, Tobin knew, because Tobin knew everything and Christen couldn’t keep a secret from HER to save her life.
She shook her head, watching as a number of the women in your music video hung all over you, something that would make her jealous, if she weren’t 100% sure that you were hers and ONLY hers.
The song ends, the camera fading to black as you kick the kickstand up on your motorcycle, a beautiful blonde on the back as you drive off into the sunset.
Kelley starts a slow clap, the others soon to follow in.
“Platinum.” Ashlyn places a hand over her heart, wiping at a phantom tear.
“You know...” Emily hums, everyone turning her way.
“We could always extend an invitation to a game.” She shrugs. “A congratulations on the new song.”
Alex snorts.
“You just want to invite her so you can stare at her.” The forward rolls her blue orbs and Emily shrugs.
“Guilty as charged.”
Tobin gives her best friend a nudge, green orbs locking with Tobin’s browns.
“Looks like you’re going to have to tell them about Y/N sooner than you thought.”
***
Graciously, you accept the USWNT’s invite to their next game, why wouldn’t you accept when you’d be able to see the love of your life?
In all honesty though, you’d already planned on surprising her by attending a number of her upcoming games, the two of you had been separated for FAR too long in your opinion.
You rub your hands together, watching as the stadium fills with fans, most of them donned in their favorite player’s jerseys, face's painted and makeshift signs in hand.
Seeing so many little girl’s wearing Christen’s jersey makes your heart soar, so many looked up to her, she inspired so many, including you.
“Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N? May I get a word?”
***
“Oh my god she’s here, oh my god she accepted our invite.” Rose flails excitedly, a grin stretching across Christen’s face as Tobin gives her a nudge.
The two of you hadn’t seen each other face to face in a while, considering the two of you were incredibly busy, but now, now the two of you were together again and Christen couldn’t wait to hold you in her arms again.
“You guys remember Y/N is taken, yeah?” Megan asks, every one of her teammates, even the married ones, sending a glare her way.
“Stop trying to take our eye candy away.” Mallory flaps an arm at her and Megan’s brows furrow.
“Aren’t you straight?”
Mallory glances at Sam and Lindsey, before turning to Megan with a shrug.
“Hey, we can appreciate a fine lady now and then.”
Megan glances at Ashlyn and Ali, the two shrugging.
“Hey, we can still appreciate a good-looking woman now and then too.” Ali shrugs and Megan snorts, shaking her head.
“I’m sure Sue won’t mind.”
Christen giggles, glancing at her phone, grinning at the blush on your cheeks when a fan comes out of nowhere and wraps her arms around you.
“Do my eyes decisive me!?”
Christen picks her head up, her eyes widening when she realizes every one of her teammates are looking her way.
“What?”
“Are you thirsting over Y/N too?” Kelley asks, eyes narrowed and Christen shrugs.
“I mean, if you all can appreciate her, I can too.” She grins and everyone laughs.
“I knew you had it in you Pressy.” Julie ruffles her hair before she’s turning her attention back to your ongoing interview, a small smile on her face.
***
Watching Christen make her way out of the tunnel made you beam, the sight of her making your heart skip a beat.
If you were being honest, Christen Press always made your heart skip a beat.
You loved her, loved her more than anything in the world, and seeing her, being in the same vicinity as her, made you want to leap out of your seat and run onto the field.
Of course, this wasn’t a rom-com and you weren’t about to get tackled by security, so for now you’d watch from afar, a massive grin on your face as Christen’s green orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs, nothing but love in her gaze.
You stand, your hands tucked behind your back as the anthem’s play, your eyes locked with Christen’s, the woman biting back a grin the entire time.
The second the anthems end the team gathers at the sidelines, a number of them glancing your way, but the only person’s eyes you see are Christen’s.
You send her a wink, the forward blushing as she makes her way onto the field, ready to show the world exactly what she can do.
***
As per usual, Christen Press was on absolute fire, so much so that your voice was hoarse from the amount of time you spent cheering for the woman and her team.
The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and you grin, clapping as the women make their way towards the locker room, one of them unable to keep their eyes off of you.
You cross your arms across your chest, butterflies flapping their wings rapidly in your stomach, butterflies that were always riled up by the sight of Christen Press.
“Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N?” You turn around with a grin, the same reporter from earlier giving you a smile.
“I’d love to hear how you’re enjoying the game so far...”
***
Christen was absolutely giddy, the prospect of holding you, kissing you making her wish the game was already over, in a sense it was considering the USWNT were literally trampling Canada.
“Someone looks excited.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the woman grinning excitedly.
“I am, I just... I miss her.” She shrugs, her cheeks flushed.
“Oh, she misses you too, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.” Tobin winks, her best friend unable to bite back a smile.
She couldn’t wait until the second half ended so she could hold you in her arms again.
***
Unfortunately, Tobin was saddled with the job of lookout, standing outside the door where you and Christen were currently behind, doing less than appropriate things, things Tobin could unfortunately hear.
Christen body twitches with aftershocks from a powerful orgasm, the woman chuckling as you lean in, your lips meeting hers over and over again, a massive grin on your face.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” Christen whispers, gasping as your fingers slip out of her. She watches with wide green orbs as your digits slip into your mouth, cleaning them of her essence before your lips meet, your tongue slipping into her mouth, the taste of her slick on your tongue.
“YOU GUYS OWE ME FOR THIS.” Tobin yells, the two of you parting with a snort.
Christen buries her face in your neck, nuzzling against your collarbone.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She whispers and you grin.
“I’ve missed you to.”
You turn, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, anywhere and everywhere you can, the woman giggling as you playfully nibble her neck.
“I have a confession to make.” You whisper, Christen pulling back with a furrowed brow.
“Oh?”
You grin.
“Yep.”
***
“WAIT, SHE’S HERE AGAIN!?” Emily squeals when she spots you in the VIP seating again, she and rest of the team staring at you with googly eyes.
“You know she’s totally here for me.” Kelley smirks, earning a dramatic scoff from Alex.
“She’s here for me.”
Julie lets out a humorless laugh.
“Nooo, you’re both wrong, she’s here for me.”
“You’re both married!” Megan throws her hands in the air, but still, her eyes too linger on you.
“Hey, don’t act like you’re not appreciating the view.” Emily scoffs, earning a shrug from the veteran forward.
“Ehh, guilty.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway, she’s here for me.” Emily smirks, she and the rest of the team bickering while Christen and Tobin stand side by side, silently watching the women argue.
“Are you ever going to tell them you’re together?” Tobin whispers, earning a shrug from her best friend.
“Maybe...”
“It better be soon, I’m not being the look out again...” She pouts, brown orbs wide when Christen turns to her with a grin.
“Actually...”
***
You wrap your arms around Christen, the woman burying herself in your embrace, kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.
“Are we ever going to tell your teammates we’re together?” You ask, the forward smiling as she nuzzles into you.
“Yeah, I guess I just like messing with them.” She confesses and you laugh.
“So, they’re still being thirsty?” You ask, the forward snorting.
“They’re trying to guess which of them you’re there for.”
You throw your head back with a booming laugh.
“Just wait until they realize we’re staying at the same hotel.” You grimace, Christen’s eyes widening.
“You are?” She grins, eyes shining and you beam.
“I am, I want to spend more time with you, not just in a backstage room in the arena.” You snort, the woman cupping your cheeks, pulling you down into a kiss.
“I want to spend more time with you too.” She whispers and you smirk.
“I’m pretty sure Tobin would RATHER not stand guard anymore, RIGHT TOBY!?” You yell, the forward groaning through the door.
“YES.”
Christen giggles, burying her face in your chest.
“I suppose we are torturing her...” She laughs.
“YOU ARE.” Tobin yells and you snort.
“Well, meet you at the hotel?” You ask with a smile and Christen grins, pressing a kiss to your lips, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Definitely.”
***
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Lindsey mumbles over and over again when she spots you in the hotel’s lobby, a smile on your face, a smile you direct at her, at least, she thinks at her.
“She smiled at me.” Mallory whispers, earning a loud snort from Kelley.
“In your dreams Mal.”
“Okay, we’ll settle this...” Emily turns to Christen, the forward’s brows arching.
“Who was she smiling at??” She asks and Christen shrugs.
“Me.”
Her teammates grin.
“WE KNEW you’d eventually join us.” Ashlyn pats her back. “Welcome to the club.”
You smirk across the lobby, making your way towards the elevator, passing the USWNT.
“Hi ladies, big fan.” You grin, each and every one of them staring at you wide eyed.
“Yeah, us too.” Emily says, eyes going comically wide.
“Yeah, us too?” Rose snorts, Emily’s bottom lip jutting out into a pout.
“I know okay!”
Christen shakes her head with a giggle, her phone vibrating in her pocket. She reads your text with a smile.
“Room 407. Also, Emily is adorable and I love her, she needs to be cherished and protected.”
***
Later that night you open your door with a grin, Christen’s grin just as wide.
“I’m sorry, do you have the wrong room?”
Christen giggles as she shoves you into the room, kicking the door shut behind her before she pulls you into a kiss.
Christen cups your cheeks, the woman sighing as she stares into your Y/E/C orbs.
“I’ve missed you.” She whispers, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips. “I missed this.”
You cup her cheeks, gently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“I’ve missed this too. Now get in bed so I can cuddle the hell out of you.”
Christen giggles, climbing into bed, opening her arms expectantly.
You look up at her with a smile, your lips splitting in a grin.
“What?” She asks, her smile just as massive as yours, her beautiful shining green orbs making your heart skip a beat.
You climb into bed, wrapping your arms around her, the woman burying her face in your neck.
“I just love you so much.”
Christen smiles, pressing a tender kiss to you neck.
“I love you too.”
***
“SHE TWEETED ABOUT US.” Kelley screeches the next morning at breakfast, everyone turning to her, wide eyed.
“She did not...” Emily snorts, choking on her OJ when she sees you had in fact tweeted them, tagging her specifically.
“@emilysonnett is adorable, and deserves to be cherished and protected.”
Emily squeals.
“She said I was adorable.” She claps her hands, Christen giggling as she shakes her head.
Tobin leans her way with a snort.
“Better be careful, Em’s about to steal your girl.” She whispers, earning a raspberry from Christen.
“Childish.” Tobin mumbles, getting smacked in the chest with a packet of butter.
Christen nearly jumps out of her skin when Emily appears out of nowhere, phone in hand and cocky grin on her face.
“Did you see Y/N tweeted me?” She asks, waving her phone around and Christen nods.
“I did.”
Emily shrugs.
“Yeahhh, I think it’s OBVIOUS now who she’s here for...” She shrugs. “It’s okay though, I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
From out of nowhere a jelly packet flies across the room, hitting Emily square in the face, the blonde scowling as she glares down the table at Lindsey.
“YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE SHE TWEETED ME.” Emily yells as she races down the table to dive on Lindsey, the two wrestling on the dining area’s floor.
Tobin turns to Christen with a shake of her head.
“You HAVE to come clean, before they kill each other.”
“I know. I know. I’ll talk to Y/N.”
***
“You’re uhhh, sure you’re ready for this?” You ask, swallowing hard, the forward nodding as she takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.
“What if they get mad?” Christen mumbles.
You give her a soft smile as you duck down, kissing her forehead.
“If they love you, they won’t be mad.” You smirk cockily. “Jealous maybe, but not mad.”
Christen smacks you in the chest.
“Chris?” Tobin jogs towards the two of you, the woman grinning. “Everything is ready.”
Christen turns to you, taking a deep breath.
“Are you ready?” She asks and you nod, smiling as you lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I am, are you?”
Christen swallows hard, clearing her throat.
“Ye-Yeah.”
Your eyes narrow as you glance at Tobin, the woman’s brown orbs already on you.
“Are you sure?” Tobin asks, noting the way Christen’s cheeks flush.
“I am.”
***
Christen wasn’t sure if she was ready at all, and it turned out that she wasn’t.
Looking into the eyes of her teammates she can’t find the words she’s searching for, the woman eventually blurting out whatever comes to mind.
“I just wanted you all to remember that tonight is my night to pick a movie.”
Everyone looks at her in confusion, the forward nodding before she makes a beeline for the locker room, Tobin on her heels, the two zooming passed you.
“Did I miss the signal?” You ask, Tobin grabbing your arm, dragging you to the locker room.
“No, Chris chickened out.”
“I knew she wasn’t ready.” You shake your head, jogging beside Tobin towards the locker room.
“Looks like we’ll have to come up with another plan.” You shrug, the forward screeching to a halt, snapping her fingers.
“Wait...”
You stop too, a few feet ahead of her.
“What?”
“I GOT IT.”
***
"You seemed pretty excited about movie night earlier, hope you picked a good one Chrissy." Kelley gives her a nudge, the forward's cheeks flushing.
"Ohhhh, she did." Tobin sends her a wink, the forward's cheeks further darkening.
"Shut up." She mumbles, giving her best friend a nudge.
Tobin leans towards her, voice dropping below a whisper.
“So, we’re ready?” She asks, Christen turning to her with a furrowed brow.
“I thought you and Y/N were handling it.” She mumbles, Tobin shrugging.
“We are, just making sure you don’t flake this time.”
Christen gives her stomach a smack, the woman grunting.
“I’m not flaking.”
The door swings open, Emily and the other youngsters rushing in, bags of food and candy in their arms.
“How did you get all that by Vlatko?” Megan snorts, swiping a bag of Doritos.
“Very. VERY carefully.”
Emily rubs her hands together.
“Alright, I need a potty break, then we’ll start the movie Christen was so excited about.”
Tobin’s eyes widen in horror as Emily pulls the door open, the forward unable to stop her.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Emily lets out a scream, hazel orbs wide when she sees the silhouette of someone in the shower.
“SOMEONE IS IN YOUR SHOWER.”
Christen’s green orbs widen before they narrow, turning to Tobin, the woman cringing.
“We thought it was a good idea?” She shrugs.
“COME OUT.” Ashlyn yells, the woman wielding a lamp.
“Wait.” Christen holds her hands up, putting herself between you and the armed goalie.
Everyone watches wide eyed as you clamber out of the shower, nervously rubbing the back of your neck.
“Ummm, why is there a famous singer in your shower Press?” Kelley asks, brown orbs darting from you, to Christen and back.
Christen takes a deep breath, the woman gently grabbing your hand.
Everyone watches, eyes as wide as saucers as Christen intertwines your fingers.
“I can explain...” Christen shuffles nervously from foot to foot, a smile stretching across your face as you turn to her, finding her nervousness endearing.
“She’s giving you heart eyes, why is Y/N Y/L/N giving you heart eyes Chris.” Megan asks, her eyes growing immensely.
Christen turns to you, swatting a hand at you.
“Stop that.”
You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a grin.
“Hey, I can’t help that my wife is adorable.”
Everyone’s mouths drop open at roughly the same time.
“YOUR WIFE?!?!?!”
***
“Let me get this straight...” Alex starts, Kelley letting out a snort.
“Well, I wouldn’t say straight... OW!” She winces when Alex slaps her in the back of the head.
“ANYWAY.” Julie throws her hands in the air, everyone turning to her wide eyed.
“WE’VE BEEN THIRSTING OVER YOUR WIFE THIS WHOLE TIME!?” She squeaks, your brows furrowing.
“Wait, the MARRIED members of the team have been thirsting over me, that makes me a HOMEWRECKER CHRIS.” You whisper in shock.
Emily pouts.
“So, when you tweeted that I was adorable...”
You grin.
“I still stand by my statement.”
Emily turns to Christen with a grin.
“Your wife thinks I’m adorable.”
Christen shakes her head.
“BACK to the matter at hand.” Julie yells again, everyone shrinking away from her.
“You let us thirst over her for MONTHS!” She grumbles, snorting when you shuffle to hide behind the forward.
“I’m scared.” You whisper, peeking over Christen’s shoulder.
“We just weren’t ready to come out publicly, and you guys KNOW you can’t keep secrets.”
Ashlyn scoffs.
“That’s not true! I never told Alex it was Emily who ate the waffle that was on her plate while she went to the bathroom.”
Alex’s turns towards Emily with a growl, the blonde hiding behind Lindsey.
“IT WAS YOU?!”
“I rest my case.”
Mallory giggles.
“That still doesn’t explain why you were so excited for movie night.”
Christen’s cheeks flush, you and Tobin snorting.
“She was supposed to tell you earlier, but she chickened out.”
The room fills with laughter as Christen hides her face in your chest.
“So, you guys JUST planned this?” Crystal asks, consoling an angry Julie Ertz, the woman still grumpy that Christen hadn’t told them the two of you were together.
“Tobin and I did.” You grin, the forward holding her pinky and thumb up.
“Yeah, I NEVER would’ve had you hide in the bathroom.” Christen rolls her eyes.
You shrug.
“Well, I wasn’t about to hide in the closet, I did that for a LONGGGGGG time.”
Everyone again laughs, Kelley and Emily nodding.
“Well, I like her.” Kelley grins.
“Me too!” Emily adds.
“Well, the Frat Daddy’s love you.” Carli shrugs, with a smile. “So how could we not?”
You attempt, and fail to bite back a grin, your arms wrapping tightly around your wife.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
“I guess.” Christen murmurs, the brunette smiling as you duck down, kissing the top of her head.
“Wait, so what was the plan then?” Ali asks curiously.
You and Tobin share a glance.
“It’s in the DVD player.”
Christen’s brows furrow, as do everyone else’s, you and Tobin sharing a grin as everyone scrambles to see what is in the DVD player.
The second the DVD starts to play Christen’s heart swells, the sound of your singing your wedding song filling her ears.
The woman turns in your hold, tears in her green orbs as she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I love you.” She whispers, the woman giggling as you kiss her cheek over and over again playfully.
“I love you too.”
Kelley lets out a sudden wolf whistle.
“Damn Y/N, you look like a fox.”
You hear a smack, the defender wincing.
“Stop thirsting.” Alex growls.
“Shit, sorry Y/N!”
You laugh, shaking your head, bumping your nose against Christen’s.
“Come on, let’s go relive the happiest day of my life.”
Christen beams, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“And the happiest day of mine.”
You turn to Tobin, the two of you high fiving.
“Worked like a charm.”
“They found you in the bathroom and Ashlyn nearly killed you with a lamp.”
You shrug.
“Well I’m not dead, sounds like it worked like a charm to me.”
Eventually, you end up on the floor at the end of the bed, Christen’s back against your chest as you watch the day you married the woman of your dreams.
“Does that mean we’re going to tell the rest of the world soon?” You whisper in her ear, Christen grinning as she fishes her phone out of her pocket.
“Is tonight too soon?”
You grin, eyes filling with tears.
“It’s never too soon to tell the world I love Christen Press.”
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Unlucky Days and Back Scratches
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Bokuto x Fem! Fiancée! Reader
Summary: Bokuto has a really bad day and just wants to be in the arms of his love
Words: 2,476
Warnings: Bokuto has a bad day (he's accident prone), fluffy fluff, and some grammar errors maybe?
A/N: I'm genuinely terrified to post this for it is my very first fan fic (that I started and finished and it took me 3 days to do so too). I'm honestly getting the confidence to post it because it's 12:20 am and @toru-oikawas-milkbread. Please be nice to me and I hope that ya'll enjoy <3
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It had been a very, very, very long and rough day for Bokuto Kōtarō. It first started when he had accidentally overslept, due to staying up late into the night making love to his beloved girlfriend-turned-fiancée and had completely forgotten the early start that Meian had scheduled for the team, he was late to practice by nearly three hours. On top of that, “Silent Mode” was turned on on his phone as well, so he didn’t hear the mass messages and calls from his various teammates.
Aside from waking up late, Bokuto struggled leaving the house. How could he leave his long term girlfriend of nearly four years who had just agreed to marry him, and someone who doubled up as his best friend, all alone in their big apartment? The beefy 6’2 male just wanted to stay home and wrap himself around his woman who slept peacefully next to him in all her naked glory. If she had been clothed, Bokuto probably would have only been an hour late to practice. He doesn’t regret it though, he knows that he’s going to end up staying late to make up for the time that he had lost.
When Bokuto finally made it to the MSBY building, he had tried to sneak his way to the locker rooms, but with his luck and the morning he was having, he had accidentally knocked over the janitor’s broom and mop that had been leaning up against the wall. Quickly, his coach and teammates, who were having a small discussion of what to work on next, whip their heads towards the noise, finding a sheepish and guilty Bokuto. Within seconds, he was bombarded by his coach and teammates.
Somehow escaping their wrath, Bokuto was able to finally make it to the locker room where he struggled to open his locker. Has the code changed? Did someone switch his lock as revenge for him coming in late? About fifteen minutes later, with the help of Sakusa, who was sent in by Meian, he found out that he had just been twisting the knob the wrong way. Then, while trying to change, he realized his jersey was far too small and as he was trying to get the constricting article off, he had accidentally tripped and fell over one of the metal benches. There is now a bruise on his left shin.
During practice, and after getting a new shirt, Bokuto’s work performance seemed to lack. He kept messing up his serves. If he wasn’t hitting it, he was missing it. Then at one point he had put a little too much force into one of his spikes, causing the ball to lose control and hit one of the managers in the face, they walked away with a bloody nose. The salt and pepper haired male never truly believed in karma until now. As he was trying to receive a ball, the ball then bounced up from his upper forearms and nailed him in the face… fifteen times.
On top of that, he couldn’t get any of the new moves down. It was concerning since he was one to learn decently quickly when it came to new techniques. Meian had even questioned him about his performance loss. Bokuto had no idea, normally he was on top of his game both in practice and games. So why is he suddenly having a hard time with everything?
After practice, which ran three hours late in the night, Bokuto thought his bad luck was finally at a stand still. Outside, the sky was clear, the stars were bright, well, assuming that they were since the city lights made it impossible for anyone to see them, and there was a gentle fall breeze, so, Bokuto decided to walk home rather than message his lover, who he believed was asleep.
Not even three minutes out of the ten minute walk, rain had suddenly downpoured. Clouds rolled in, hiding the once clear sky, lightning flashed the same gold as Bokuto’s eyes, thunder rang in his ears, and the once gentle breeze suddenly became rough. If not for the rain, Bokuto’s gravity defying, black and white hair would have fallen into its dejected droop.
Why does the world hate me today? He had thought to himself as he huddled underneath a building's canopy. Quickly pulling out his phone, he had checked the time, Midnight, Y/N’s probably asleep. Maybe Akaashi? He opened his messages and pressed his old high school teammate’s name before pressing the text box and sending a quick, Akaaashi, are you still awake? Y/N dropped me off at work today and it was really really nice out when I got off so I decided to walk home instead of catching a ride but now it’s storming. I forgot my bag so I don’t have anything to protect me from the rain. Please, come save me. Satisfied with his message, he pressed “send” with a hopeful smile.
Roughly two very slow minutes passed by before Bokuto’s phone went off.
Yes, Bokuto, I am awake. I will come get you. Next time look at the weather forecast. Where are you? Was Akaashi’s reply. Bokuto grinned at his phone quickly sending him a,
Thank you, Akaashi! I’m-, Bokuto raised his golden eyes to look around his surroundings, not entirely sure where he is himself. I actually don’t know where I am. A few moments after sending the message, Bokuto’s phone lit up, an “incoming call” from the former setter. Answering it, Bokuto pressed the “speaker” button.
“Bokuto, how can you not know where you are? You know what, don’t answer that.” The male on the other side of the receiver sighs. “What are some shops and landmarks around you? Street names?” Bokuto hummed, quickly looking at his surroundings once again.
“Well, I do know I’m not too far away from the MSBY building, uh, there’s a fountain outside a res- oh wait! That’s the restaurant I proposed to Y/N last night! I’m under a… oh I forgot the name of the roof thingy,”
“A canopy?”
“Yes! That thing! I’m under one of those across from the restaurant I proposed to Y/N!”
“Good, okay. I’m on my way. Do not move from your spot, I don’t want you to get lost… again.” From the other side of the phone, Bokuto could hear his friend unlock and open his car door. “You understand?”
The former ace chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just hurry, please,” he basically whined. “I want to go home and cuddle Y/N. I miss her.” Akaashi rolled his eyes and hung up, causing Bokuto to pout down at his device. “Akaashi’s so mean.”
What seemed like an eternity, Akaashi’s car came into view. Bokuto, unsure if his friend can see him, raised his large arms and flailed them around, only stopping when the car came to a stop right next to him. Throwing the front passenger door open, Bokuto slipped into the seat and closed the door with a, “Thank you so much, Akaashi,” he put the seatbelt on. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
The dark haired man put the car in “drive”, starting his way towards the other man’s home, he replied, “Nah, you didn’t wake me up. I have my deadline coming up so I’m trying to finish everything as quickly as I can.” Bokuto nodded enthusiastically. The short car ride was filled with some talk of the past, bringing up some of their most memorable moments from high school, then, some of the talk was the two catching up, given the fact that the duo both worked two completely different jobs and have very little time to hang out anymore.
Akaashi talked about his work, telling what little he could to his friend, not wanting to spoil anything. Believe it or not, Bokuto read the little stories that Akaashi edits for his work, just because the two don’t see each other often doesn’t mean he can’t support his friend in other ways. After Akaashi, Bokuto talked about his day, how everything seemed to go wrong for him and all he wanted to do was to go home and be in his fiancée’s arms.
Soon enough, Akaashi pulls his car in front of a luxury apartment complex. Getting out with another, “thank you”, Bokuto closed the door and swiftly made his way into the building. Once Akaashi knew that his friend was inside, he drove off. The tall male was on a mission: get into the arms of his lover as quickly as possible. He knew that the moment she wrapped her arms around his body, even if he had to wake her up for it, his bad day streak would end.
Running up to the elevator, Bokuto pushed the “up” button and impatiently waited for the elevator with his thick arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Giving up with a huff, Bokuto makes his way to the stairs and runs up them, tripping at least five times and falling once. Why did I choose to live on the top floor? Y/N even said it was a bad idea. He grumbled to himself, tripping on the very last step that leads to his home.
Rushing to his front door, he removes his keys from one of his pockets and fumbles with said keys, even dropping them not once, not twice, but three times before he finally was able to unlock the door. Throwing it open, he yells, “baby, I’m home!”, as he takes off his shoes and places his keys on the hook next to the door. His golden eyes racl over the large, dark living room and the equally dark kitchen. Realizing that she is in fact not in the room, he makes his way towards their shared bedroom.
“Baby, you awake?” He slowly opens their closed bedroom door, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake Y/N up if she is actually asleep. Peeking in, his eyes fall onto her body lying on his side of the bed, her back facing him. “Baby?” he whispers, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, albeit louder than intentional. This caused the girl to jump in her sleep and whine.
“Baby, you home?” she called out, turning towards the door, mind blank, not realizing and too tired to care that it could have been an intruder. The tall man hummed in confirmation and quickly started to take his clothes off, wanting nothing but to be in his lover’s arms as fast as possible. “Kou, you okay?” Y/N piped, worried as she watched the man catch his foot in his shorts and nearly face plant had he not caught himself on the edge of the bed. He launched himself onto the female.
“No, bad day,” he mumbled, face smooshed into her neck.
“Wanna talk about it?” Y/N ran her hand through his droopy salt and pepper hair. The larger man removed his body from the female’s, a pout on his lips as he sat back on his knees, Bokuto began to talk about his “unlucky day”.
Half an hour and many tangents later, he finished the detailed story of his day. Large hands reached out to Y/N and roughly, but softly, pushed her to lay flat on her back, then, Bokuto took hold of her arms and splayed them out on the bed, he did the same to her legs too. Happy with her position, Bokuto nestled himself in between her legs and covered the female with his body like a blanket.
Smooshing her cheek with his, he let out a puppy like whine. “Hold me,”. He reached his hands out to her arms and moved them around his torso. “Want you to hold me, baby, please, need it. Need you to.” Bokuto rubbed his nose against her cheek before peppering kisses down her neck and nuzzling into it. “Please, baby.” He whined more.
Chuckling softly, Y/N tightened her arms around the man and moved her head to the side to place a soft smooch on his head. “Of course, baby. Anything else you need?” Bokuto let another whine out, shifting himself so he could get closer to the woman, even though he was lying on top of her with all of his body weight. “Kō?” Bokuto mumbled into the female’s neck, although she couldn’t hear him. “Baby,” she tapped on his back. “Can’t hear you.”
The man huffed and lifted his head up, his black and white hair disheveled, golden eyes glossy, and a pout on his lips. “Scratch my back, baby, please,” he whined and dropped his head back down into the warmth of his fiancée’s neck. He wiggled in Y/N’s hold, scooching up her body so he was closer to her ear. “Pleeeeeease, baby.”
“Ask and you shall receive, my love.” Y/N’s left hand that was flat against Bokuto’s back arched into a claw. Slowly and softly, but with some pressure, she traced her nails up and down his back, or wherever he specified (the nape of his neck seemed to be his favorite spot). Every so often, Y/N would look at her ring finger to admire the pear shaped engagement ring that the male on top of her had proposed to her with the night before.
“Baby,” Bokuto lifted himself up to look at the woman. Y/N hummed, turning her head up towards him to make eye contact.
“Yes, Kō?” He had a lopsided grin on his face and gave a whiney chuckle when the girl’s nails scratched up his nape.
Bokuto moved closer to his lover’s face. “I love you,” he said confidently. “You’re the love of my life,” he nuzzled his nose into hers. “Never wanna let you go.” With that, he pressed his lips onto Y/N’s and flopped back onto her, whining and cooing into the kiss as she kept up with her ministrations. Pulling back from the kiss, he cooed into her ear, “So good to me baby. M’ safe haven. Can’t wait to marry you.”
With that, Bokuto gripped at Y/N’s sides, whining and cooing as he pulled themselves impossibly closer. Placing a small, wet kiss to her neck, Bokuto nuzzled himself back into the woman’s neck. Within the matter of minutes of Y/N scratching his back and a, “I love you too, Kō. I’ve got you, my love, you’re safe”, the love sick man fell asleep peacefully, happy, and safe in his lover’s arms, a smile on his face.
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reassurance || oikawa tooru
SUMMARY: You and Oikawa Tooru have become close after spending weeks partnered together in your college course. You have an unspoken relationship, nothing exclusive, but Oikawa plans to change that once he realizes a toll his other female fanatics have on you and your confidence.
PAIRING: Oikawa x Fem!Reader
RATINGS: T+
WARNINGS: language, negative feelings, anxiety, etc.
WORD COUNT: 3.8k+
Author’s Note: This is my very first Haikyuu!! piece. I’m not sure how it ended up being Oikawa, but here we are! In the future, if you guys want, I’ll definitely do more Oikawa but also Sugawara, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Kageyama!
The jersey sits heavy on your shoulders – as if Atlas himself had bestowed the burden of carrying the weight of the world to you personally. Your back aches but you stand when the set is thrown across the court anyway, hands held close together in preparation of a clap.
He always gives you a reason to redden your hands in praise.
When the ball slams onto the court, his eyes turn to you – dark and playful, the lilt of a smirk on his lips. His left eye drops in a wink and as you bring your hand up to wave, your body tenses at the sound of screams from just behind your position in the bleachers.
“Oikawa!” They drag out each syllable of his name for an excessive amount of time, and the flirtatious drawl of their voices makes your skin crawl. They giggle in unison, a flurry of voices trying to be louder than the last, their laughter echoing off the gym walls, “Great serve!”
Your hands wring together in your lap as you find your seat again, eyes downcast so you cannot make out the frustrated expression on his face when you back down from them. He grits his teeth and curls his fists, but anyone looking on and unaware would believe he was just pushing himself to newer limits, a higher level to achieve. He is not known for his tendency to stagnate, especially not in a game where there are newscasters and reporters present, scouts for national level teams scattered in the stands.
“I heard he’s seeing someone,” a higher-pitched voice chimes in, just across your shoulder. Before you can turn your body to defend yourself, or the girl in question can continue, another one further to the left butts in, “Yeah, but I heard it’s not exclusive. Which basically means he’s still fair game.”
“He’s not a piece of meat, guys.”
You’re thankful for whichever third voice of reason pipes up, but the sheer number of girls giggling behind you does little to quell your spiraling nerves. The pit of your stomach is in shambles, your arms wrapped around your torso in an attempt to hold yourself together while the last set of the game winds down.
They’re not wrong, per say. You and Oikawa aren’t exclusively dating, not really calling one another pet names, or holding hands across campus. At most, you’re comfortable, your bodies walking in synch from building to building, finding it easy to fill the otherwise awkward silence with talk, or comfortable just basking in the quiet. He will throw an arm around your shoulders and kiss your temple, but the actual affection is saved for when he walks you to your car or you spend the evening studying in his dorm.
The two of you started off as lab partners, forced to spend extra time outside of class together to study and put together a project that’s worth a decent amount of your semester grade. In that time, you’d grown to enjoy his company, and he started inviting you out with his teammates and their friends after practice and to parties, and even to study together for other subjects outside of the lab class you were taking.
It was not long before your mouths found one another and your hearts grew to become intertwined.
And now, here you are, stood in the stands, your body on the edge of your seat as he twirls the ball in his palms, blowing a breath through his teeth as he steps to the edge of the court. He toes the white line, as if mentally marking the spot, the start of a smirk on his lips as he grows more confident with each passing second. Your heart stalls within your chest, just as it always does, when the ball is thrown into midair, spinning so quickly you can hardly see the multi-colored stripes, rather each piece blurring together to create one dark hue.
Oikawa manages to throw another service ace, bringing the game to match point in favor of your school’s team. As the ball is rolled back underneath the net, he turns to look at you, undoubtedly gazing directly into your eyes, tilting his head in your direction and blowing a kiss from the center of his palm.
You reach your palm out into midair, stretching your digits so your hand is wide open. It is a silly thing, something the both of you started when you had to be across campus from one another, unable to meet up for lunch or coffee or studying. After a moment, your fingers wrap around your empty palm, grabbing his intangible kiss from the space between you. He watches intently as you press your digits against your lips, the ghost of his kiss on the ridges of your fingerprints. As your mouth curls upward in a smile, Oikawa’s expression lilts to match your own, the faintest hint of dimples dipping into his cheeks on either side.
“If you think that was for you, then you’re delusional,” the tinny-voiced girl from before leans down to whisper in your ear, her hand menacingly placed on your shoulder, like a weight meant to sink you to the bottom of the ocean. “It was obviously for me. I have my linguistics course with ‘kawa, and he and I were partnered up for a project this past week. He’s so totally into me, even offered to carry my books.”
Her heels look pointed enough that she could pierce your throat or your eye with the tip, so you merely shove her hand off of your shoulder and turn around, clapping as Oikawa tosses his next serve up in the air. You rally with the rest of the crowd, whooping and hollering when his hand hits the ball, a loud echo from the slap making you wince.
When you look up, the ball is in play, volleying back and forth from one side to the next. Oikawa’s face is flushed, hands at the ready as he takes his position. After a few more moments, a perfect set from Oikawa to your team’s ace lands them the final point they need to win the set.
The entire crowd goes ecstatic, everyone standing to their feet, ringing their bells and blaring their horns, clapping their hands as the boys on the court jump up and down and hug one another. Oikawa has his arm around the ace, tugging him to tell him something close in his ear, but his eyes wander to the crowd, finding you in an instant, dropping his left lid down in a wink. You can’t help the way your heart constricts within your ribs, like a caged dove desperate to fly free. Your hand are over your face as the teams both line up to thank one another for the game, and once they are released to the locker rooms, you start to gather your things.
You hear a snicker from above you, and when you turn your head, a thin, beautiful brunette with blue eyes is glaring down at you, a smirk tugging upward on her thin, peachy lips. She cackles, crossing her arms over her ample chest to multiply the appearance of her size, “I hope you’re not waiting around for ‘Kawa. Prepare to be disappointed.”
“Disappointed in what?”
The familiar, smooth voice in your ear sends your whole body into a stupor. You look over your shoulder, but he’s already so close to you that you can feel the heat of him against your side. Oikawa’s palm slides into the back pocket of your jeans and your tongue lolls back in your throat, near choked on the organ as you watch him sidle his attention to the girls stood behind you on the next row of bleachers, an unassuming expression aligning his features.
Your body flushes with heat, face warm to the touch and your backside where his hand is currently placed is practically throbbing at the attention. Oikawa pulls you in tighter, your body tucked into his side, and he smiles, eyes near-sparkling underneath the fluorescent gym lighting.
“Hey pretty girl,” he kisses the crown of your head, squeezing you with his elbow that is around your back as best he can, “did you enjoy the game?”
Glancing up at him, you make eye contact and it floods your body with a familiar warmth, your stomach doing flips and your heart pattering within your chest, “Yes, you did so well! That’s two more service aces than last game!”
“That’s my girl.” Another kiss is pressed to your temple, his lips warm and smooth against your skin. You note that he’s being even more affectionate than normal, and you have to wonder if it’s in response to seeing those girls encroaching on your space. “Now what was this about being disappointed? Not in my game, was it? I know I screwed up a couple of times, but I think I redeemed myself alright!”
You turn to the girls stood in the bleachers, their faces paling in color as their jaws hang open just slightly, his words doing little to reign them in. The expression on your face has morphed into one of self-satisfaction and smugness, lips quirked into a smirk, one brow cocked upward, “No, ‘Ru, I think you did great. These girls were just worried you weren’t paying attention during the sets, is all.”
Oikawa stifles a laugh before it can break through the aloof expression he is wearing, eyes wide as he narrows his gaze to the group of college girls now stammering and blushing in regret for sticking around this long. He reaches behind his head to rest his palm on his neck, cocking his jaw slightly to the side to relay even more of an innocent appearance. You turn your body closer to him, his chest pressed against yours from the side, your arms circled around his waist. Now his hand in your pocket is on full display, thumb jutted out from the fabric, but the other four fingers are perfectly slotted against your backside.
“I’ll admit I was a little distracted,” he scrunches his nose, eyes crinkling at the edges as he does so. He turns from them to you, sliding his other hand down your ribs to your free pocket, aligning the fronts of your bodies so your chests are flush. Oikawa’s honeyed gaze is lingering on you, and for the moment you feel like there is a spotlight on the two of you, center stage as he brushes the tip of his nose against the bridge of your face.
“I knew you were coming to the game, all decked out in my jersey. I couldn’t help but stare at you between sets.” Your cheeks burn as he kisses your forehead, but you can’t help the uneasiness that you feel swirling in your stomach, dripping down your throat like acid. You wonder if his intentions are pure – is he truly claiming you as his in front of this crowd, or is he merely trying to throw them off of his scent, using you as bait?
Oikawa tugs on the hem of the jersey adorning your torso, something akin to pride shining in his warm irises, quelling the turmoil in your belly for just a moment. “You look adorable in my clothes.”
The shrill one out of the three speaks up, pushing herself onto her tip-toes to appear taller, looming down over you both, “B-But I thought you guys weren’t allowed to let other people wear their jerseys?”
“Oh yeah,” Oikawa waves his hand in midair, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, “I got special permission from the coach, he said since I was the one who closed our last few games with those service aces, he’d let me loan the jersey out to my girl.”
At the mention of my girl, Oikawa turns to kiss you on the forehead, tucking your head beneath his chin as he holds you closer. He smiles over the top of you at the group of girls, a smug tone seeping into his words, in spite of his innocent expression, “Are you girls here for someone?”
They all begin to stutter in jumbled tones before scrambling down the bleachers, apologizing and taking their leave. The door to the gymnasium has hardly shut before Oikawa bursts into a fit of laughter, holding you by the arms as he takes in your bashful expression. He leans down, trying to remain close despite the noisy crowds maneuvering their way through the gym, “You wanna grab something to eat? Coach gave us tomorrow off from practice, so I don’t have to head back to the dorms just yet.”
“Yeah,” you nod, your hands pressing flat to his chest, jersey stuck to his skin with sweat. You scrunch your nose in response, shaking your head and forcing a disgusted sound from the back of your throat, “You better shower first though, Tooru, cause I’m not going anywhere with your stink.”
Oikawa squeezes your backside gently with his limited grip, hands still stuffed in your pockets, “I’ll be out of the locker room in a few minutes. You can wait for me in the car, okay?”
Your hand finds his keys, jingling as you move your hip, the lanyard weighing heavy on your beltloop, “Yeah, okay.”
His eyes find you instantaneously, your tone dropped an octave as you loop your index finger through the o-ring that his car key is attached to, your knuckle crooked around the cool metal, as if you were keeping it safe from harm. Oikawa pulls you forward with a gentle tug against your backside, your body enraptured with his as he looks down at you, his nose brushing your forehead.
“Thank you for coming,” Oikawa’s lips are against the dip in your brows, running down the bridge of your nose, “I think you’re my favorite good luck charm.”
You can’t help but chuckle sarcastically, your fists curling around his jersey, “As if you need any good luck, ‘Ru.”
Oikawa withdraws his hands from your pockets, but pats your ass gently, causing you to stumble into him until your bodies are flush. He laughs into your hair, kissing the crown of your head affectionately before releasing you.
He’s walking away, but he makes sure to call over his shoulder, “Of course I don’t, I’ve got you!”
You’re trying to contain your blush all the way back to his car, wringing your hands in front of your body, twirling his car keys between your knuckles. You play with the fob attached, his name embroidered with his number and the school’s logo – a gift you bought for him a few months into the semester. He pulled you into his lap when he made out what it was, his hands cupped around your thighs as your knees settled on either side of his hips, gentle words parting his lips: “How is it you already know me so well?”
You are alone in the car for a good twenty minutes, and you pass the time by listening to the radio and scrolling through several of your social media accounts and checking your emails from various professors. Before you know it, he’s startling you when he opens the driver’s side door. You press your hand over your heart, eyes widening as he slips into the front seat, long legs slotting beneath the steering wheel.
Oikawa reaches across the console to press his palm to your thigh, squeezing the fleshiest expanse of skin gently, “Hey, pretty girl. What’s got you thinking so hard?”
Your palm finds his knuckles, a soft smile upturning your features at the gentleness of his mannerisms. Oikawa’s thumb brushes back and forth against the inner seam of your jeans, leaning his torso closer so he can nudge his nose against your cheek in a teasing motion. His smile can be felt against your skin, the corners of his lips upturned along your jawline.
“You.”
The answer is nothing short of truthful. He does not have to know in what capacity you’re thinking of him, only that you’ve given him the real reason as to why your brow is crinkled and your gaze is far-off rather than focused on him. Your heart twinges within your chest and your stomach grows sour the longer you think about those girls and what they had to say, how quickly they disregarded you.
“You’re adorable,” his mouth finds your cheek in a chaste kiss before he settles into the driver’s seat and shifts the car into reverse. Oikawa’s hand never leaves your thigh, pinned there by the immovable force of gravity, held in place by sheer will. Even as he orders at the drive-thru and maneuvers the car to the nearby park, his palm does not waver. It spreads a contagious heat, like a virus pricking at your veins, begging to be let in to devour you whole until you are nothing but a shell left behind by his affections.
Before you know it, the car is parked and Tooru is helping you out of your side of the vehicle. His hand is on yours and you almost stumble on your way to the meadow-like section of the boardwalk. You toe off your shoes and kick them to the side, sat in the grass as he straightens out a blanket he keeps in his car for times like these.
You are quiet as you nibble on your food, playing with the wrapper in between bites. Oikawa lets you stew in your own thoughts for a few minutes before he is breaking the silence, leaning his body into your personal space to shatter the box you’ve built around yourself.
“Is everything okay?” Oikawa’s hand is on your knee now, searing into your skin with the ridges of his fingertips, “You’ve been rather quiet since we left the gym.”
Immediately, your mind is thrown back to the scene you witness just before leaving. The group of girls all ganged up against you, sneering and snickering at your excitement at Oikawa’s success, as well as his affections towards you. Doubt crawls up your spine like a shadow, clutches it’s spiny claws into your shoulders and latches onto your skin, an itching starting that you know cannot be quelled with words alone.
“Wh-What did you think of those girls at the end of the game?”
You are taking a chance, stepping out onto a tightrope with no net underneath to catch you if you fall. Oikawa owes you nothing – there is no commitment, no promise that the two of you have made to one another. Is that not what the girls were saying? That you were not exclusive to one another, and therefore you have no claim to him.
The entirety of your body grows heavy as he speaks his next words, those golden brown eyes finding something off in the distance to focus on, “They were pretty, I guess. Not really my type, how about you?”
It is meant to be a joke, you think.
Oikawa is using his typical flat tone that he has to channel for when he is being overly sarcastic and must mask it before his façade falls into a fit of giggles. And still, the twitching of his lip, the telltale sign of his impending grin, does nothing to force your fear to the side. Rather, it multiplies at his false confession, building to a crescendo of acid within your belly, lapping at the innermost parts of you until you’re broken in the worst ways.
“Hey, I’m just teasing-”
A palm brushes your cheek but you are too numb to notice. Your eyes are lost, focused in on one blade of grass near your feet, trying to count the shades of green that reflect off the moonlight up above. The air surrounding you is like a balm, but you wish it were a salve; anything to help soothe the burning of your soul.
The charred ashes within your stomach start to suffocate you, floating up your esophagus until they burn the base of your throat and choke your tongue from the inside out. Tears simmer against your lashes and your face flushes with the threat of emotion taking over you like an apparition.
The feel of a knuckle against the underside of your chin, the fleshiest part, is what breaks you from your downward spiral, Oikawa’s voice quick to follow, “You can talk to me, you know.”
Your hands seek out his proximity, palms curling around his sweatshirt as the temptation to ask your questions sits on your tongue. The acid drips down the muscle to the back of your throat to meet the ashes, your jaw locked as you try to speak. Oikawa’s hand expands along your neck, thumb brushing against your jugular to coax the words from the base of your throat.
“Do you like me?”
A silence stretches between the two of you for a short moment before his fit of giggles breaks through it. Oikawa slots his hand into your hair and nuzzles your nose with his own, “Do you really think I would ask coach to break the jersey rules for me if I didn’t like you?”
You begin to babble, stuttering syllables crossing your lips as you try your best to defend yourself. Your hands go clammy and your tongue feels thick in your throat, eyes flitting across his face while you attempt to compose your emotions. Before you can force a full sentence from between your teeth, Oikawa has captured your lips in a kiss.
His mouth against yours melds your thoughts together until your mind is mush, unwilling and unable to create coherent thoughts. Your fingers shake against the fibers of his sweatshirt, shaking with the need to have him closer. He feels your desperation and smiles into the kiss, his own hands curling around your frame. He wants you closer now, as if the non-verbal confession has created something new between the two of you, a fresh bloom to admire and showcase.
As he pulls away, Tooru is still grinning, “I didn’t want to rush you, but I want you. Whatever that means for you. Relationship or not.”
“Relationship,” you are quick to answer, eager as you push yourself up on your knees, closer to his face. Your lips find his again, arms wound around his shoulders so you can be flush against his torso, fingertips brushing through his hair. He encourages you onto his lap, hands flat along your shoulders to steady you as you find your balance.
Oikawa’s nose nudges down your cheek and jaw, nipping kisses creating tiny red, aggravated marks against your skin that fade within moments of their origin, “You have nothing to be jealous of, princess. I promise.”
Your cheeks burn at his recall of your earlier admission, the insecurities eating away at your innards even through his affirmations. Oikawa licks his tongue along the column of your throat, forcing a shiver up your spine, and successfully redirecting your attention from your throttling thoughts to his warm mouth.
“If you still don’t believe me,” his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, eyes full of mirth as he gazes up at you through thick lashes, “then let me show you.”
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not gonna lie..... this is NOT my favorite piece so if you made it this far thank you! if you’d like a second piece, one a little more spicy in nature, please let me know!!! or if you have any drabble/thirst requests i’d love to answer them!!!!!
bokuto is my next victim so be on the lookout for that! hopefully we’ll have lots more haikyuu posts in the future!
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love me love me / pretend that you love me / leave me leave me / say that you need me / so i cry and i pray for you to love me /
pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem! reader
note: the next imagine is part seven!! i’ve been rewatching haikyuu and sakusa has been living in my head rent free since then. I swear all of your req’s will be filled out but i wanna break up posts so it isn’t all just AoT.
it wasn’t a secret to any of the MSBY players that both you and Sakusa were rather close to each other. it came off to no surprise to anyone, however; Atsumu being the privileged little prick he was, loved to poke fun at his most serious teammate.
“hey sweetie,” Atsumu said, walking up to you as he wrapped his practice jersey around his neck and purposely showing off his bare upper body, “good morning Miya,” you replied, giving him a water bottle. he gave you a frown, “aww, what’s up with the last name?” he asked, making you slap his arm.
Sakusa walked in with Hinata and Bokuto, the two of them talking his ear off about whatever it was they did last night. Sakusa’s eyebrows fluttered to confusion. he saw Atsumu basically giving you a show with him being shirtless and you weren’t stopping him from doing it.
given that you were one of their managers, it was second hand nature that you would see them like that every so often, but what Sakusa didn’t like was that he was alone like that with you. you were a cute girl, no one could deny that, so seeing you with Atsumu like that made him a bit angry.
“good morning boys! hope all of you slept well last night!” you said happily, giving each boy their water bottles and towels for practice. usually, Sakusa would have stood by you and talked with you a bit but for whatever reason, you realized he didn’t and felt a bit odd, “your coach is running late. traffic was pretty nasty coming from our end of town so he instructed me to tell all of you to start practice without him,” you informed.
they all nodded, pulling on their shoes and jerseys. you grabbed Sakusa’s wrist, gently holding it, “are you okay? you seem upset.” you asked him, hoping no one heard. he gave you an empty stare and walked onto the court without saying a word.
you huffed, banking on the hope that maybe Sakusa was just having a rough day and it wasn’t you that had made him upset. in the time that his coach was still gone, everyone on the team practiced but still managed to goof around when they could. however, you could tell that Sakusa was still being abnormally angry and this time, it was at Atsumu.
“okay, timeout,” you screamed, getting up from your chair, “Kiyoomi, is something wrong? you don’t seem like yourself,” you told Sakusa quietly. he shrugged, watching you drink your energy drink in nervousness, “seriously Sakusa, whatever is bothering you is affecting the way you play.”
Sakusa rolled his eyes before giving Atsumu a quick look.
“maybe you should have worried about my playing before you decided to flirt with one of my teammates.” you stared at him in confusion, wondering where the hell he got the idea that you were flirting with any of his teammates, “are you kidding me? I wasn’t flirting with anyone,” you stated, feeling your anger starting to rise.
the entire gym had fallen silent as the argument started getting louder, “so you weren’t just flirting with my setter when we walked in?” he said a bit too calmly. you let out a laugh, trying to figure out where his mind was, “me? flirting with Atsumu? let’s be real here!” you exclaimed.
Atsumu remained quiet, not knowing what Sakusa was even talking about, “I just found it weird that he was shirtless and getting really close with you when we walked in and you had no intentions to stop it. if I knew any better, I would say you were-,” you bit your lip as a way to stop yourself from letting anything irrational come out of your mouth but it immediately failed.
“I dare you to finish that sentence. I fucking DARE you,” you screamed, catching everyone off guard. even Sakusa himself was stunned by your tone of voice. “I am so sorry for causing a scene right now, Meian, but I’m just fucking dumbfounded at the idea that Sakusa thinks I’m sleeping with the entire team!”
“I never accused you of that!” “please! everyone knows what you were hinting at! unless I missed the ballpark completely then you can gladly explain what you meant!”
Sakusa remained silent knowing he was caught red handed.
you had no intentions of blurting this out but as your argument continued, it came like word vomit.
“see, I wasn’t even going mention this to anyone because I was planning on extending my contract with the team, however; it’s funny how your true colors about me came out the week you play the Adlers.”
the entire team fell stiff, a feeling of sudden fear crawling up their skin.
“you all know that I came out of Karasuno with Kageyama and Hinata, right? so when Kageyama called me earlier this week talking about how their manager was retiring at the end of their season and they were looking for trained manager to take her place, I found it a bit odd because I knew that he knew I was your manager.”
“what are you trying to say?” Hinata murmured, trying to ease the tension but failing easily, “what I’m trying to say Hinata, is that the contract Kageyama offered me doesn’t sound so bad considering I’d now be a detriment to the team because of my relationship with Sakusa.”
the team had a dead silence looming over them as they watched you sit down on your seat again.
“funny that you’re playing Schweiden on Thursday, right Sakusa?” you could see Sakusa’s face go even paler than it usually was as you didn’t bother to give him another look.
you watched as Samson walked into the gym, wondering why the team wasn’t practicing. you made up a lie knowing that if the real reason came out, it would cause an entire commotion that they couldn’t afford to have at the moment.
“oh, Hinata accidentally hurt his finger so I had to bandage him up,” you told Samson as he gave Hinata a look for confirmation. Hinata nodded, getting to his position and looking at Bokuto, who was still shook by the news you had said, “I’ll be in the club office getting their towels ready for later.”
Samson yelled at everyone to start practicing again as he blew the whistle.
a smirk was playing on your face as you knew what you had said had scared everyone to their core. a part of you did want to leave the team to see what Kodaira had to offer but you knew in your heart that you could actually never leave the team without feeling like the biggest piece of shit.
a bit later, you heard Samson blow the whistle indicating that their fifteen minute break started. you pulled up Hoshiumi’s contact and called him knowing that one of either Bokuto or Hinata would come into the room to ask you about earlier.
“hey! what’s up!” you said happily as you put him on speaker, “so, are you calling about Kageyama’s offer?” he asked excitedly. you rolled your eyes, seeing Hinata’s bright orange hair reflect on the glass in front of you.
“um, I was wondering if we could all meet up? at least you and Kageyama that is. Ushijima still kind of scares me,” you giggled making Hoshiumi chuckle along with you, “of course! we’re going to be in Higashiosaka until Saturday. we can meet up on Friday if you’d like to talk!” he exclaimed.
you saw Hinata’s scared expression through the glass and tried to hold in your laugh, “of course! I can take both of you to a restaurant that I always go to with the team,” you offered. you heard Hoshiumi’s excited yell, “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m in the middle of a practice but I felt like it was rude to leave you and Kageyama hanging.”
Hinata had heard enough.
he ran out to where the team was, hoping that Samson wasn’t in the gym to hear what he was about to say. lucky enough, he wasn’t.
“what are you so jumpy about now?” Sakusa asked him. Hinata glared at Sakusa, "I heard ( your name ) on the phone with Hoshiumi just now. she’s going to meet with him and Kageyama on Friday to talk about their offer to her,” he explained, his eyes never leaving the black haired boy.
Bokuto, on one of his rare moments of anger, looked over to Sakusa and shook his head, “you couldn’t just tell her how you felt when the two of you were alone? your assumptions might’ve costed us one of our managers!” he yelled.
Hinata and Atsumu remained quiet as Meian told everyone to drop the subject before you came out of the room to hear them talking about you. Atsumu walked over to Sakusa and leaned into his ear knowing that Sakusa hated being that close to anyone.
“you could have just asked me and I would’ve told you the truth. we’re just friends and I would never actually make a move on her. you’re my friend and you’re practically in love with her.”
Atsumu shook his head once more disappointedly before going to the bench for a water break.
Sakusa had felt the stares coming from his teammates as they all murmured to themselves to try and figure out a way to make you stay with the team. they all thought of you as their family and didn’t want another team to take you away from them.
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a few days had passed since that fateful argument with Sakusa. while you did keep in touch with Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto, they had yet to bring up what you had told them that day.
the game against Schweiden came. you were getting ready in your apartment, blasting some music when you heard your phone going off. you looked down to see who it was and you were surprised to see that it was Kageyama of all people.
“hey Tobio! what’s up?” you said. “Hoshiumi was wondering if we could give you a ride to the Jackals gym?” he asked, “you know, so it isn’t too weird tomorrow?” you could hear the awkwardness radiating through his voice as he tried to talk as casual as possible.
“of course Kags. listen, we’ve been friends for years. why are you still so awkward with me?” he growled, calling you a baka before telling you he and Hoshiumi would be there soon, “goodbye Kags! see you in a bit!”
just as you were about to put your phone down, you saw that Atsumu was calling you.
“hey Miya, what’s going on!” you greet. you heard him and a few others in the car, hushing down, “do you need a ride to the gym? we’re passing your house on the way so we figured if you wanted, we could pick you up!” you looked down at yourself in the mirror knowing you could keep up your little charade of scaring Sakusa going even longer.
“sorry, Hoshiumi and Kageyama are actually picking me up but I’ll see you at the gym! we need to go over a few things before the game starts.”
Bokuto told you a hesitant goodbye as you hung up the phone. you could tell that you little plan was starting to affect Bokuto and the rest of the team.
you heard the horn of whatever Hoshiumi was picking you up in. you quickly grabbed your apartment keys and your bag before running out the door. Hoshiumi had his head popped out of the car, waving at your like maniac. Kageyama on the other hand sighed in disappointment.
“hey boys, how are you?” you asked them, jumping into the back seat. you hadn’t realized that Ushijima was in the back, quiet as ever. “oh, Ushiwaka, you’re here! I didn’t think you’d be accompanying them today.” you said, poking his side jokingly.
he hummed, giving you a nod with a small blush spreading across his face.
the entire time to the Jackals gym, Hoshiumi and Kageyama did most to the talking. most their talking consisting of the two arguing with each other as you and Ushijima talked quietly with each other. the entire time both of you talked, you hadn’t realized how cute Ushijima actually was. a bit stoic but regardless, you found his shy nature kind of adorable.
the gym was already packed with fans entering through the front and side gates. you told the boys a quick goodbye, running to the Jackals employee entrance to meet up with Atsumu and Hinata.
“hey, how was the ride with those losers?” Atsumu asked, poking fun at Kageyama and Hoshiumi, “it was fun. talked with Ushijima the entire time though. he’s actually more talkative than you think!” you exclaimed, the two of them noticing the small blush playing on your face.
“wait! do you have a thing for Ushijima?” Atsumu asked, dragging you to the corner so Hinata wouldn’t hear. you shook your head, “no, I just think he’s cute. but you know....everything with Sakusa, I could never just leave him for Adler’s or Ushijima,” you replied, “no matter how shitty he treats me, I guess you could say I like Kiyo a lot.”
Sakusa felt his heart drop hearing you confession. he really didn’t deserve you. after accusing of you of what he thought you did with Atsumu and then ultimately denying the offer from the Adler’s, he knew he owed you big time for it.
you walked out of the locker room, Atsumu still poking fun at your confession for Sakusa.
speaking of the devil himself, you saw Sakusa leaned up against the wall, hoping to catch your attention. you gave him a glance, not bothering to say anything to him but he caught your wrist, making Atsumu walk away semi awkwardly.
“what do you want Sakusa?” you asked, giving him a dirty look. he sighed, rubbing his thumb across your palm, “I’m still really upset at you and you don’t deserve to talk to me right now,” you growled.
he didn’t budge from letting you go and instead, placed a kiss on your forehead, feeling a bit awkward with giving you the kiss you deserved in the public. you sighed, not bothering to fight it anymore.
“Sakusa, I like you, really do but what you said hurt me and you’re going to have to work hard to get me to trust you again.”
Sakusa nodded understandingly.
“and I’ll work as hard as I have to make you trust me again.”
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Along For The Ride: How it Started
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October 12th, 2016
"Carse?"
Although Carson was aware someone was talking to her, she didn't respond since she was a little distracted by the direct message she had just received on Instagram.
She was in her seat on the VIA Rail train she and her friend Stephanie were taking from Toronto to Ottawa. It was the first Maple Leafs game of the season, so they were making the commute to watch since it also happened to be Mitchell Marner's, Carson's cousin and Steph's boyfriend's very first NHL game ever.
"Carson?"
"Yeah?" She asked, jumping slightly as she was suddenly brought back to reality.
"I was asking how your class was this morning," Steph chuckled while shaking her head.
"Oh, uh, it was fine," Carson tried to play off her distracted state. "Lexie and I did our law presentation. I think it went alright."
"Law? Aren't you in journalism?"
"Yeah, we took intro law as an elective," she explained before looking down at her phone screen again and biting down on her bottom lip.
Steph observed as she did this and knew well enough that Carson would not mention whatever was happening on her phone unless it was brought up. "What's got you so flustered?"
"Nothing!" Carson insisted but only received a pointed glance in return from the girl sitting across from her. Thanks to Steph's relationship with Mitch and just how close Carson was with her cousin, the two girls formed a great friendship which led to them being able to read each other like books. It tended to be a blessing and a curse. "Ok fine, maybe not nothing."
"Explain, please."
Carson sighed.
"Well, you know Auston, right? Like, Matthews?"
"I've heard of him," Steph teased, knowing that Auston started following Carson on Instagram entirely out of the blue a little over a month prior. "Kidding. Yes, of course, I do. He and Mitch have gotten pretty close since he moved to Toronto."
"Right, 'cause he's not from here, is he?" Carson asked, genuinely curious.
"No, Scottsdale, I think. Why?"
"Uh, no reason," she replied. "It's not that important, I guess. He just messaged me on Instagram, though."
"Did he!? Let me see," Steph gasped before snatching the phone right out of her friend's hand.
Carson watched as Steph effortlessly typed in the passcode and opened Instagram. She was still kind of surprised that she'd gotten a message from Auston at all, but it did make sense.
When the two girls first got on the train, Carson took a selfie of her and Steph in their Maple Leafs gear with a Go Leafs Go hashtag. They were sporting matching Marner jerseys and had received a few compliments from other fans getting on the same train.
The brunette thought nothing of the post she made, so when she received a DM from Auston replying to her story and saying "wish us luck," she was very caught off guard.
"Well, are you going to reply?" Steph asked while handing the phone back.
"I guess," Carson told her and looked back to the screen. "It's just a little weird that he messaged me, don't you think?"
"Not really. People message people on Instagram all the time."
"Yeah, but like, he's this huge hockey prospect, is he not? So why message me, of all people? Let alone follow me in the first place..."
"Ok, I will admit that Mitch and I have hyped you up a bit," Steph said while sinking back into her seat.
"Why?"
"He's new to the city," she explained with a shrug. "When he first got here, he didn't really know anyone other than the guys on the team and some of their girlfriends. So we were telling him about people he'd probably meet eventually, and you were one of them."
"I see," Carson responded and looked back down at the cellphone screen. She typed back a quick response to Auston's message saying "good luck" before tucking the device back into her bag and glancing up at her friend again. "I guess it's not that weird; I have made friends with a few of the guys on the team."
"Yeah, I know. Mitch told me how you ran into Willy and Kappy a couple of weeks ago while you were out."
"Mhmm, what started as a date night with myself ended up being a night of hanging out with those two... Oh, shit, we're like 20 minutes away from the station. Any word from the fam in Ottawa yet?"
"Your aunt texted me saying that she, Paul and Chris were almost there. Is anyone else coming?"
"No, just me," she said. "Dad and Nate are watching from home, but they'll be at the game in Toronto on Saturday. Mya said she'd watch the game as soon as she was done class too. She wasn't sure what channel the game would be on in Vancouver."
"Is it not the same there as it would be here?"
"That's what I said!"
"Fair," Steph replied with a smile. "Anyways, guess we better make sure we have all our things. It's going to be a long night."
And it was a long night... but it was also insanely fun.
The two girls were picked up by Carson's aunt Bonnie, uncle Paul and cousin Chris at the VIA station in Ottawa before going with them to grab something to eat and eventually making way to the Canadian Tire Centre to watch the game against the Senators. They definitely weren't the only Leafs fans in the building, but the Ottawa fans kind of outnumbered them. However, that didn't dampen their mood, and they were more than ready for the game to start.
It was the most surreal feeling for Carson to not only witness her cousin and lifelong best friend skate out onto the ice wearing the jersey of their home team but also just to see that he was finally living out his dream. She couldn't have been more proud and was convinced that she and Steph alone were two of the loudest cheerers in the entire arena as they began yelling along with the crowd.
Not only did she think it was cool seeing Mitch out there, but she also loved seeing all the other players that she'd gotten to know over the past couple of months. Carson quickly spotted Willy and Marty. She then chuckled when Steph sent a zoomed-in Snapchat video of number 17 skating around to his girlfriend, Sydney. However, it didn't take long for Carson's gaze to fall on number 34.
Leading up to the beginning of the season, all Carson heard about how good this Auston Matthews guy was; she would've been lying if she said she wasn't a little excited to see him in action. And boy did he put on a show.
With less than 12 minutes left of the first period, Auston scored the first goal of the game and the first goal of his NHL career. The Leafs fans went wild, as did Carson and her family while they watched the other guys skate up to congratulate their teammate. That was pretty cool to see, but Carson was not prepared for what the rest of the game held.
The Senators pulled ahead by scoring two goals, but that didn't last too long because Auston scored another goal before the period was even over.
"Oh my god," Carson said aloud as everyone went nuts again. "He's really good."
"I know," Steph replied, looking just as shocked as Carson felt. "I mean, Mitch said he was good but... wow."
A couple of minutes into the second period, he scored again, and Carson was speechless. It took her a second to register that this kid had just gotten a hat-trick in his first NHL game, but she was quickly brought back to reality when a ton of ballcaps started flying past her as they were thrown onto the ice. She looked down at where Mitch was on the bench and smiled as she observed him cheering along with his teammates about what had just happened. The energy in the arena was just insane.
After watching her cousin for a few seconds, Carson moved her gaze to the people in her section and saw a couple cheering so loudly a few rows behind them. The woman then started crying and was pulled into the embrace of the man next to her.
"That's Auston's parents," Steph explained, and Carson could basically feel herself melt after witnessing the genuine reaction of two very proud parents, sending Auston's mom a soft smile when they briefly made eye contact before looking back to the ice.
Then, just before the second period ended, he scored a fourth goal, and none of it seemed real anymore.
The Leafs ended up losing 5-4 in overtime, but that still didn't prevent a buzz in the crowd after everything that happened in that game. Once everyone began clearing out of the area, Carson and her family made their way down to the wings, so they could congratulate Mitchell on his first game as a Maple Leaf before eventually having to head back to Toronto.
The five of them knew they'd have to wait for a little bit, seeing as Mitch would have to change out of his equipment and possibly do a post-game interview. Still, soon enough, the NHLer made his way to his family and Carson couldn't help but laugh when she heard her cousin approaching before actually seeing him.
She stood to the side as she let her aunt, uncle and cousin greet their superstar, but as soon as Mitch was done talking with them briefly, he looked in Carson's direction, shaking his head before taking a few short strides and engulfing her in a hug.
"Congratulations! You killed it out there."
"Thanks, Carse," Mitch replied before moving away. "It would've been nice to score a goal, but it still feels amazing regardless. Thanks for being here."
"You know I wouldn't miss it," she told him with a smile. "And it looks like you'll just have to score in Toronto on Saturday to redeem yourself."
"I'll try," he told her with a pointed gaze before moving on to Steph and pulling her into a tight hug next.
Carson watched with a grin as the two lovebirds interacted for a second before going to step away and stand with her family. However, when she went to step back, she came in contact with what felt like a brick wall and completely lost her balance.
"Oh, shit," she muttered as she blindly reached out to grab onto something so she could steady herself, all while bracing herself for impact. However, the impact never came. Instead, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and was able to prevent her from falling on her ass. With a sigh of relief and embarrassment, she straightened herself out and stood back up straight before finally turning around to look up at the person she had just collided with. "I'm so sorry..."
Before she could say anything else, Carson felt her breath hitch as she realized she was face to face with none other than Auston Matthews.
"It's alright," he told her with a slight smile, giving a look as if to say that he definitely recognized her. "I wasn't watching where I was going either."
"I-." Before she could say anything else, an arm wrapped around her shoulders and Mitch's voice sounded from beside her.
"Auston, I see you've officially met my baby cousin Carson."
"Baby?" Carson scoffed and looked up at her cousin with a mortified expression. "Mitch, you're literally 12 days older than I am."
"Older and wiser."
"I don't think so," she told him before elbowing him in the gut so that he'd take his arm off her.
He groaned and hunched over in pain, making sure to send her a death glare as he tried to recollect himself.
"Uh oh, the twins are at it again," a voice spoke as someone else approached from down the hallway, and Carson looked up to see William Nylander approaching.
"Twins?" Auston asked and looked between Mitch and Carson with an amused expression.
"The more you see them together, the more you'll see how true that statement is," Steph said as she wedged herself between the two cousins to keep them from annoying each other any further. She then looked at Carson and nodded. "We have to get back to the station real soon if we want to catch our train back to Toronto."
"Right," Carson responded. "I'm good to go whenever you are."
"Ok, cool, let's just say our goodbyes, and then we can split on a cab there? Deal?"
"Deal."
The small group that had formed dispersed as new conversations formed, and Steph started saying bye to everyone seeing as Mitch was driving back to Toronto with some teammates, he was going to visit with his family. They were in no hurry to leave.
Unfortunately, though, Carson had class at noon the next day, and Steph had to return to London for her classes as well, so they really did need to get going.
Before moving to say goodbye to Mitch and the rest of her family, Carson looked back to Auston once more to see him still smiling at her.
"You played a really great game tonight," she complimented and smiled back. "Congrats."
"Thanks," he chuckled. "It's all pretty crazy to let sink in. I definitely think your good luck message helped, though."
"Oh, I'm sure it did."
The two laughed before becoming quiet again. Unsure of what else to say, Carson, glanced at her family and figured she should start making her escape. She looked back to Auston, and surprisingly enough, he was the first to speak up again.
"I, uh, I guess I won't keep you from catching your train back to Toronto," he started and looked away slightly. "It was nice... officially meeting you, Carson."
"Yeah, I should probably get going before Steph comes back over here and starts dragging me out," she replied, causing him to laugh. "It was nice meeting you too, Auston. Congrats again, maybe I'll see you around."
"I'd like that. Get home safe."
"You too, well, to wherever you're going," she mumbled and sent him one last smile before walking away, trying to keep a straight face at the look Steph was giving her as she approached everyone else and said her goodbyes.
What she didn't notice, though, was how Auston watched her for a second as she walked away, intrigued by the entire interaction he just had with her and couldn't help smiling to himself as he shook his head and went his own way.
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Secret Love Part 4 || Cale Makar
Requested: [ ] yes [x] no
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Warnings: cursing, discussion of sexual activities
Word Count: 3,911
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You’d tossed and turned for almost an hour before you had eventually drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by the Denver sunrise spilling through the window. Groaning softly you made a mental note for the shopping trip...curtains...Cale definitely needed curtains. Laying on the couch, you played on your phone for a few minutes before the need to use the bathroom finally took over.
After knocking quietly on Cale’s door with no response, you cracked it open hoping to sneak through to the bathroom without disturbing him. As you tiptoed across his bedroom floor, you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall on him. As expected, he was shirtless, blankets falling only midway up his exposed chest. His hair was a mess, and a relaxed expression covered his face. Quietly closing the bathroom door behind you, you chastised yourself for the heat that flooded through you. You were just friends and despite his now single status, that was all this was ever going to be.
Relieving yourself, you then quickly brushed your teeth before quietly moving back to the living room, easing his door shut behind you. His parents were going to be here in about an hour and after starting a pot of coffee you examined the contents of Cale’s fridge and cabinets. Finding bacon, eggs, and pancake mix you decided to make everyone breakfast. It was as you were moving around the kitchen that Cale finally appeared, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“You’re making breakfast?” He murmured, leaning in to kiss the top of your head.
“I am…” You smiled, checking on the bacon in the oven as you scrambled eggs in a pan on the stove. Cale poured himself a cup of coffee and you felt his eyes on you once more.
“Anything I can do?” He questioned after a moment.
“Get some plates?” You requested. “How do you want your eggs?” The clatter of plates filled your ears for a moment as Cale set plates beside you.
“However you’re making them is perfect.” He insisted, sharing a warm grin now that he was a little bit more awake. Nodding you took one of the plates and scooped a hefty portion of eggs onto it before pulling the bacon from the oven and the pancakes from where they were keeping warm in the microwave and piling those onto the plate as well.
“Eat up.” You grinned, turning to place the plate in front of one of the bar stools at the island. Doing another batch of eggs quickly you set everything aside to keep warm before serving yourself a much smaller portion. Taking a seat beside him, you shook your head as you watched Cale continue to dig into his breakfast. The moment felt a little too domestic and natural so you were thankful when there was a knock at the door that signaled that Laura and Gary had arrived.
It wasn’t long after that before you were quickly getting ready and heading out with Laura to go shopping for things for Cale’s apartment. The first place you stopped was Starbucks and then you were off to a local shopping center to do some damage.
“You seem more relaxed…” Laura mentioned as she sat waiting for the light to turn green.
“Yeah uh...we talked after dinner last night. We’re good.” You shrugged. Yes you were close with Laura, but you really didn’t want to tell her the details of your friendship with her son. She seemed to accept that because she nodded and smiled.
“Good. I’m glad.” Her response ended the subject and instead she focused on the task ahead. “So you’ve spent a decent amount of time in Cale’s apartment...what does he still need other than what he mentioned to me?”
“Well curtains would be good. Waking up to the sun isn’t always ideal.” You said, a yawn slipping from your throat. “He could also use a throw blanket for the couch.” You added, pondering over what comforts Cale’s apartment seemed to be missing that would make it feel more like a home.
Wandering through aisles, Laura did most of the shopping, occasionally asking for your thoughts on something before either tossing it into the cart or putting it back on the shelf. As you walked through the aisle containing photo frames you paused.
“What do you think about surprising him with some pictures?” You suggested. He had a couple pieces of ‘artwork’ but there really weren’t any family photos to be found as far as you could see.
“Why don’t you take the reins on that?” Laura replied, a soft look you couldn’t place filling her eyes as she handed you her phone. “Text yourself anything from my camera roll.” As she looked through possible throw pillows, you quickly scanned through the pictures, texting yourself a half dozen that would be perfect. Agreeing to meet up in about fifteen minutes, you headed back to the instant photo machine, plugging your phone in to print the pictures from Laura’s gallery as well as a couple from your own. Satisfied with what you had, you moved back to the frames, picking out one for each photo before moving to find some command strips to hang them with.
On the car ride back to Cale’s place, you worked to get each photo into a frame. By the time Laura pulled back into the garage you were finished and you helped her carry all of the shopping bags inside. Cale had given his mom the spare key in case the two of you were done before he got back and after letting yourselves inside, you went to work on making Cale’s apartment feel just a little cozier. Together you hung curtains up in his living room, tossing pillows and the sherpa throw onto the couch. Then Laura helped you with hanging photos on his bedroom wall while a few of them were placed stationary on a side table in his living room. Laura unpacked the rest of the things Cale had asked her to buy and then the two of you settled onto the couch to watch tv until the guys arrived.
Gary and Cale had picked up lunch on the way home, so the four of you sat down to eat. When you finished, Cale handed you a gift bag and though you had a feeling you knew what it was, you were still anxious to open it. Navy fabric accented with maroon and white spilled around your fingers and you gently ran your fingers over the number 8 and lettering of the nameplate.
“Can’t have you come to the game tonight without proper apparel.” Cale murmured and you jumped up quickly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.
“It’s perfect.” You agreed. You’d packed the Makar home jersey that you’d bought yourself at the beginning of the season, but you had to admit the thirds were your favorite jersey and getting the jersey from Cale meant just a little bit more than buying one for yourself.
As you cleaned up lunch, Cale started to settle in, getting ready to take his pregame nap. He had acknowledged the curtains, blanket, pillows and other things his mom had gotten him but it wasn’t until he disappeared into his bedroom for a moment that his eyes must have caught the photos. He’d only been gone maybe 30 seconds when he returned, pulling his mom into a huge hug, his eyes soft.
“You framed pictures for me?” He muttered softly.
“That idea was all Y/N.” Laura quickly clarified and immediately Cale turned to you, his arms wrapping around you just as tightly.
“That’s incredible. Thank you.” He whispered into your ear, and when he pulled back his hands lingered on your hips for a moment more.
Soon you were grabbing everything you’d need for the game because you were headed with Laura and Gary to play tourist while Cale napped and then headed to the rink. Laura and Gary had already headed downstairs while you debated on a shirt to wear and you didn’t even notice Cale come up beside you as you dug through your bag.
“Wear that one.” He instructed, pointing to a wine red long-sleeved off-the-shoulder blouse. “We’re going out after the game if we win.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his neck. You were already wearing your favorite pair of jeans and had thrown on a cute pair of tennis shoes for running around. You weren’t exactly a club type of person but going out with Cale and his teammates did seem fun.
“Okay.” You agreed, disappearing into his bathroom to change tops before returning. “Have a good nap. And kick some ass tonight.” You teased, grabbing your makeup bag because you’d barely put any on to go shopping and if you were going out tonight you were going to need to rethink your current makeup. With everything you needed, you snuck a kiss to Cale’s cheek before disappearing out the door to meet Gary and Laura down at the car.
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The last time you saw Cale play live was versus Calgary during the playoffs. So sitting in the stands of the Pepsi Center watching him warm up was an entirely different experience. You’d watched him on tv many times but in person it was clear to see just how much his game was growing every day. He was almost mesmerizing to watch and tucked in next to Laura, wrapped in his jersey, you felt at peace. Well, at least until the puck dropped for real.
During a commercial break in the first period, the Avs announced a promo game. After the participant was introduced and the game was explained, a baby picture popped up on the screen. In it, a little boy, no more than 9 or 10 months old, sat between the legs of a little girl around the age of five who had a book in her hands. Immediately your own cheeks flushed as you recognized the picture, it was one of your favorites from when you and Cale were super little. The fan playing got one guess of who it was with no options to win an autographed jersey, but they were way off and guessed Nate for some reason. Then multiple choice popped up with Cale’s name, JT’s, and Gabe for a chance at an autographed puck. You didn’t even pay attention to the guess beyond hearing the boos signaling they got it wrong, but instead your gaze landed on Cale who was looking up at the screen, hiding a smile as he took some ribbing by his teammates. Eventually his eyes drifted up to where you were seated and he sent a little wink that you would have missed if you weren’t looking at him. From beside you Laura just smiled and bumped your shoulder, signaling without words just how strong your friendship with Cale really was.
The Avs played a solid all around game and you cheered with each goal scored. Cale had two assists on the night and with the team coming out with the win you knew he was going to be in a good mood. Heading down to the locker room, you listened as Gary rambled on about the game as hockey dads do while sharing looks with Laura that made you burst into laughter.
When Cale finally stepped out of the locker room he hugged his parents before lifting you up and spinning you around.
“You ready to go have some fun?” He inquired, boyish smile on his face.
“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Laura warned, though her expression wasn’t all that serious.
“As if I’d let him.” You joked. For years Cale’s family had the running joke of you being the more responsible one keeping Cale in line. It wasn’t always true obviously, but for the most part the point stood. Still after the past few weeks Cale had had, you were willing to let him go just a little bit crazy tonight, knowing that you would be there as his safety net.
“We’ll see you both tomorrow.” Gary grinned. “Go relax and have a good time.” Cale’s arm drifted around your waist as he tugged you to his car. Once there, you stripped off the jersey leaving you in just the blouse and as he pulled out of the garage you mussed up your hair just a little bit. Using the mirror, you carefully added a little more eyeliner before throwing on a dark lipstick, tossing both cylinders into the cupholder beside you.
By the time you stepped out of the car at the club you felt ready for a night out and as you watched Cale shed his jacket, you felt his eyes on you once more.
Waiting for him to be ready to head inside, you watched as a tall redhead approached, beautiful woman tucked into his side.
“Y/N...this is JT and his girlfriend Lauren.” Cale introduced and you reached a hand out to shake theirs before tucking your hand back into your pocket.
“So this is the best friend.” JT said, smirking. “Bout time Cale finally brought you around, he’s been talking about you for forever.”
“Really?” You teased, ready to throw out a semi-embarrassing tidbit until Cale grabbed you by the waist, his finger falling to your lips to shush you as he guided you inside.
“Can you at least let me get a drink or two in me before you start spilling the embarrassing stories?” He pleaded jokingly.
“I suppose.” You conceded, smiling as he guided you up to the VIP lounge and over to the bar. Settling for a glass of wine, you watched him order a beer for himself before leading you over to one of the many couches. It wasn’t long before you were being introduced to all of Cale’s teammates.
Gabe was boisterous and funny and the way that he looked at his wife Mel made you smile brightly. Josty was a character, he had you laughing almost immediately as he told stories about all of the media events he’d done with Cale and what he’d learned from residing in the same building. He was definitely giving you ammo to use later. Then again they all were, chirps had been flying left and right all night.
You’d been nursing the same glass of wine for about an hour, watching as Cale downed another 2-3 beers as well as a shot that Burky handed him. It was nice to see Cale out with people that clearly cared about him and you knew this was probably the first time he had really been able to let go of all of the stress since the pregnancy scare.
Eventually Mel and Lauren dragged you out onto the dance floor with the other better halves and even though you’d barely had anything to drink, the beat of the music had you relaxing, enjoying the time you had getting to know the people who were part of Cale’s other family.
“You know his eyes haven’t left you all night.” Mel eventually declared, her voice barely audible over the loud music.
“He’s always been a little protective…” You simply shrugged. The look Mel and Lauren shared suggested that they weren’t buying that logic but they didn’t push things. After a few more songs, you left the dance floor to head to the bar for a bottle of water. While there a tall….like really tall, dark haired man who looked like he should star in the next hollywood vampire blockbuster, slipped up beside you, his arm brushing against yours lightly. As you placed him as Cale’s d-partner you smiled up at him before looking back at where the bartender was rushing back and forth.
“You know none of us have ever seen him like this before…” Ryan murmured. “He comes out but he never really lets loose. Now I don’t know whether that’s because it’s the first time we’ve been out since everything happened or if it’s because you’re here but I suspect it’s more to do with the latter.” You didn’t really know what to say to that so you shrugged. “And I’m not saying that in the manner of he feels like you’re the babysitter who will take care of him, I’m saying that he feels comfortable because you’re here in a way he was never comfortable either by himself or with Sara.” Ryan finally managed to get the bartender’s attention and he ordered your water along with whatever he was drinking before continuing. “And I’m sure Cale never said anything and neither did anyone else but...you should know everyone really likes you. And I can’t say the same for Sara.” Just as quickly as he’d appeared, Ryan had walked off and you glanced over at Cale to see his eyes planted firmly on you, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol.
Water in hand, you moved to Cale’s side, his arm wrapping around you immediately. The redness in his eyes told you he’d had a little bit more to drink than he probably should have and you pushed your water his way, not wanting him to be completely impossible to drag home. The grin on his face was lazy as he took the bottle, showing how completely relaxed and at ease he was.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a long sip of the water and you tilted your head to observe him, tie gone and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. His fingers slipped just under the edge of your shirt along your hip and you took your own sip from the bottle of water trying to hide the flush that filled your body at the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin. Passing the water back to him, it was soon gone and once the bottle was empty you stood, looking over your shoulder.
“Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to come dance with me?” You inquired, your tongue running against your bottom lip. Stumbling just slightly, Cale slipped out of the booth and his hand fell to the curve of your back as he guided you over to where his teammates and their significant others were dancing.
With Cale’s chest pressed against your back, his hands fell to your hips once more and the pads of his fingers wandered over every inch of skin they could reach. His touch had never affected you like this before, he’d never been this brazen before, but you chalked both of those factors up to the alcohol. Though you’d only had two glasses of wine since you arrived, wine had always made you far warmer than any other form of alcohol so the heat in your skin was definitely just from that.
“So I have a question…” Cale’s breath fanned over your ear as he leaned down to whisper yell at you, allowing you to hear him over the rap song that was playing.
“Yes Cale?” You replied, tilting your body back against his so that you could see his face. It was even rosier than before and his soft smile was replaced by a serious and focused look causing your eyebrow to quirk at the sight.
“Women like having oral sex performed on them right?” For a split second you were certain that it was only Cale’s hold on you that kept you from falling right over. Choking on your own saliva as you tried to swallow you quickly coughed, your cheeks even more flushed than you could attribute to the wine.
“I...I mean from what I’ve heard yeah…” You finally stumbled out an answer. “Why?” Your question was ignored as Cale’s hands tightened around your hips.
“You’ve heard?” Cale prodded. “You don’t know?” Cursing under your breath you shivered as Cale’s thumb stroked a sensitive spot along your side.
“Cale…” You mumbled, not drunk enough for this conversation. He poked you in the side though signaling you to continue and you groaned. “I mean...I had sex for the first time freshman year of college and we didn’t exactly know what we were doing…” You explained, softly enough that only Cale would hear you. “And I mean I’ve only had sex one other time...it was a one night stand and we were both way too drunk to do anything but fuck. So yeah...I’m just taking other people’s word on it...why are you asking Cale?” You finished, twisting in his arms so that you could look at him properly. His head ducked to press against the crook of your neck and he hissed quietly as you drug your nails along his lower back.
“Just curious…” Cale breathed. “Sara never let me...I mean I wanted to but...she told me she wasn’t interested.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say as that little piece of you celebrated the fact that it seemed there were a lot of things he didn’t do with his ex girlfriend.
“Oh...I mean everyone has their own likes and dislikes…” You reminded him. “But generally equal reciprocation is definitely appreciated.”
As the song ended, Gabe called Cale’s name to go take another shot and you pushed him to go murmuring that you were going to run to the bathroom. By the time you returned, you suspected it was definitely time to get Cale home, so you sidled up to his side, slipping your hand in his front pocket for his car keys.
“I think it’s time we get you home and to bed rockstar.” You declared. Thankfully Cale didn’t put up much of a fight, closing his tab before letting you lead him out of the club. By the time you had parked in his garage, you could see how sleepy the alcohol was making him and you moved around to help him out of the car, his body nearly dragging yours down with its weight.
Stumbling through the door, you urged him to start to bed while you got him more water and some pain killers. Gathering both, you moved to his room after checking to ensure the front door was locked. You found him sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in only boxer briefs and though you tried not to stare, your body couldn’t help but notice that gone was the teenage boy you once knew and in his place was a man plain and simple. Setting the water and pills on his bedside table, you urged him to take his contacts out.
Once you were certain he was fairly settled, you turned to make your way to the couch. Instead, Cale’s hands reached out to pull you back to him and as he scooted to the far side of the bed, he drug you down with him.
“Cale…” You mumbled in complaint but his eyes were already closed and his breathing was starting to steady out, his hands keeping your body pressed tightly against his. Sighing, you managed to work yourself out of your jeans before giving in and settling in his arms.
Between your conversation with Gravy, the looks Mel and Lauren were giving you, Cale’s inquiry, wandering hands, and this, so many lines had been blurred tonight that it was making you dizzy.
For the second night in a row...your mind reeled as you fell into a fitful sleep.
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Chapter 1: Still the same
Ojiro Aran x fem!reader
Synopsis: In Aran's eyes you've always been someone he could lean onto. Before you lost touch after graduating that was. Now that you've found a way back into his life, cracking under the weight of the world, he's determined to be there for you as you were for him. It really is only the question of time before he falls in love with you again but he soon starts to realise he might not know you all that well to begin with...
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, friends to lovers
Warnings: timeskip spoilers, internalised guilt and shame, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, depression, anxiety, swearing, use of alcohol
wc: 3.1k
a/n: if you wanna be tagged lemme know. as always feedback is greatly appreciated! a big thanks to @rosecaffelatte for the help with header and dividers!
“I dig the new look. But why just the beard, why not grow some nice moustache too? You could twirl them during matches. Like some super volleyball villain.“
Aran's coffee goes down the wrong pipe. “Is that how ya see me?” he asks during coughs.
Years later and your laughter still sounds the same. Warmth spreading through him is still the same. It's been a few months since you moved to Tokyo to finish your degree. “Better late than never, right?“ you told him the first time you got coffee together. An unfamiliar bitterness laced your voice then.
“Me? No. But the opponent might.“ You add some sugar to your cup before making a sip. Aran remembers seeing your favourite drink on the menu and wonders why you ordered something else. Maybe you just don't like it anymore. It has been some time since he last saw you.
Almost four years to be exact. Has it really been that long? He remembers the reunion as if it happened yesterday and graduation only a day before.
“We're graduating in a few days so I made you all a little something.“ You pulled neatly wrapped gifts from your bag. “Don't look so suspicious.“Seeing team's faces made you scrunch up your nose. “It's just a framed picture.“
You made one for everyone, even the first years who were merely bench warmers. It's the picture of the entire team taken after you returned from your last nationals. Aran remembers vividly how insistent you were on hanging team banner in the background. 'We don't need memories.' “But I sure do,“ you joked.
There's a hand written message on the back side. A different note for every single member.
“Take that 'Tsumu!“ shouted Osamu back then and pushed his frame under Atsumu's nose, “Look here, 'Don't tell 'Tsumu but yer my favourite twin!'“
Atsumu sneered at his brother: “What're ya talkin' about? 'Tsum-Tsum yer on the way of becomin' the best setter the world has ever known. And don't tell 'Samu but yer my favourite twin!' Take that ya pig!“
Aran laughed with the rest of the team. How typical that you would play twins against each other to create chaos. 'Aran,' his note read, 'don't forget to stretch properly after practice! And please, never sprain your ankle during matches. World doesn't have to know all your socks have holes in them.'
The first time he noticed your absence in his life was only months after graduating. The volleyball club manager who yelled at the cheering squad in front of the entire gymnasium for making a first year cry during a practice match. Fearless.
You were there when he needed someone to lean onto. With a snack and a sports drink, staying late just to make sure he didn't go overboard with practice. A light slap on his shoulders when he was wallowing in self doubt. On the days it got especially bad you pulled a pack of ritz crackers from your secret stash of snacks and bought him a drink on the way home. Sometimes you'd sit on the stone fence by the crossroad where your path home diverged, gossiping for hours about your classmates and teachers. Aran found it so easy to tell you all the trouble weighing on his mind. Be it about school or volleyball, you listened. Even when he knew he was talking nonsense, even when he knew his worries were just unfounded doubts you listened.
“Better to try and fail than to never try at all,“ you once told him.
Aran's lips curved into a small smile. “Where did ya read that? Some ancient philosopher?“
“No, it's a song.“ You pulled out your phone from the pocket and offered him a headphone. “Wanna listen to it?“
It really was no surprise he fell in love with you.
But he never spoke of how his breath caught in his throat, how his heart pounded whenever you were around. How could he when he had always known that look of pure love and adoration in your eyes would never be meant for him?
How could it be when you were so obviously in love with Kita?
No matter how much his heart ached for you he had to admit you and Kita were a match made in heaven. Years later and he still remembers the pictures in your room, you and Kita aged five or so holding hands, bruised knees and dirty cheeks, you and Kita on your first day of elementary school, you and Kita graduating Middle school. You and Kita joining volleyball club together. You and Kita locking pinkies on the way home. You and Kita. Always you and Kita.
He was so jealous back then. It drained so much of his energy trying to prevent the sneering beast from taking over. So much suppressed emotions trying to protect the friendship he to this day holds so dear. But no matter what he did he couldn't prevent his insides clenching every time you took Kita's hand. Well, why did he even expect you'd chose anyone but him? You've known him your entire life. Kita was your best friend from before either of you even knew what that meant. He understood you better than anyone. Why would you ever choose anyone but him?
For years you were happy and for years Aran believed he had moved on. Once in passing Kita even bashfully mentioned marriage. Aran congratulated his friend, even looked at engagement rings with him. That night he cam home and collapsed on the bed dazed from emotions erupting back to the surface. In his lonely, empty apartment he cried his eyes out. Never before had he been so angry at himself. He believed he was over you. And with one single sentence from Kita vines carrying your name sprouted thorns and pierced his heart.
He was a terrible friend, wasn't he? Perhaps this was his punishment for wishing you were in his arms instead. You are happy, right? So why can't that be enough? Even if it's with someone else, if he really loved you then knowing you are happy should be all that matters, right?
You were happy. Until you weren't. Aran was never glad to learn you and Kita broke up. But he wasn't sad either.
“I always thought ya and Shinsuke were gonna be it.“
Warm sunlight dances over your face. You stare out the window, the gaze of your eyes sorrowful. Aran doesn't remember ever seeing you sad. You've always been the happy one, the one capable of lifting others' spirits no matter how bad it was.
You stir your drink. “I thought so too.“ When you lean back your eyes still search for something in the street. “But that's how it goes you know, sooner or later you realise you've been wrong. One way or another.“
You're trying to sound carefree and Aran's heart cracks a little. Why are you trying so hard to conceal the pain? Don't you trust him?
You are still his friend. He's starting to think that maybe... Maybe he isn't yours anymore. He shouldn't have brought up Kita. Idiot.
“Our semi-final match is next week. Ya comin'?“
Before you answer a small voice chimes in. “Uhm, excuse me? Ojiro-san?“ The boy's eyes sparkle with excitement as he asks for an autograph and a picture and Aran's more than happy to oblige. Two other kids show up and then their parents and some of the guests who had been throwing glances at your table for some time. Aran takes his time taking pictures and exchanging pleasantries. Meeting fans is the one aspect of being a renown athlete he likes.
When he turns back at you there's a fond smile on your face. “Remember those times when you thought you had no future in volleyball because you didn't get invited to youth training camp?“ Your voice softens. “Look at you now. Ojiro Aran, outside hitter of Japan's National Team.“
The light trace of pride in your voice makes his face heat up. “I was lucky to have friends who believed in me.“
“True. I better get going, my shift stars in an hour.“ You stand up and collect your things. “Talk to you later!“
What little of time you spent together always seemed to fly past too rapidly. Aran watches through the window as you hurry down the street. His coffee has gotten cold.
His spike wins them the semi-finals. In the eruption of cheering he can't hear your voice but he does see you bouncing on your heels right beside his family. You're wearing his jersey. Not a replica, it's the same jersey he wore the last season. You jumped from happiness when you opened the present. One more for your small collection of former teammates' jerseys.
Aran beams and waves in your direction. If he could he'd run over to hug and spin you around just like he used to do back in high school but he's called away. By the time interviews are over you're long gone. A part of him really hoped you would wait for him. Just like you did back in high school. All there is is a message telling him he was amazing and you're proud of him. His heart swells and for the rest of the day nothing can wipe the wide grin off of his face.
At the after party alcohol runs in rivers. Since there's no practice scheduled for tomorrow his teammates go wild. Aran downs his fifth or sixth shot having lost count a while ago. He's warm and giddy, from the victory, the alcohol, the girl on his lap running her hands up and down his chest. What was her name again? She pulls him to the dance floor, her hair is the same colour as yours and her body feels so nice against his... She looks at him funny when he calls her your name. He gets lost in the blasting music and dim lights, the haze of all the drinks and the arm around his waist.
The sound of the alarm clock might as well be a sack of rocks someone dumped on his head. Even still half asleep the blunt throbbing in his head is becoming unbearable. He wraps himself tighter with the thin blanket. Futon beneath shifts as someone climbs over him.
Or perhaps he's just dreaming.
When the second alarm rings Aran's eyes begrudgingly flutter open. He struggles to pick up the phone trying to hit that snooze button. He rubs the sleep off his eyes. That's not his phone.
The alarm is still ringing. Oh, he's going to have one hell of a headache today. His fingers shake when he finally finds the 'stop' button. For a few moments he lies motionless though the pounding of his heart rings in his ears. Last night is a haze of disconnected voices and pictures. The futon beneath him is too small to be his and he doesn't recognise the pattern of the sheets either. He probably slept with some girl from the party. Better get up and get the awkward 'morning after' conversation over with.
Sitting up he discovers all his clothes are still on. The room doesn't look familiar, yet the smell... There's something homey and intoxicating about it.
Standing up is a feat on its own. He's dizzy from the sleep and the alcohol and has to grab the edge of the desk to steady himself. He closes his eyes and waits for dizziness to pass. In the weak morning sunlight sipping through the window he notices books and pencils strewn all over. There's a framed picture on the window ledge. It takes a moment for him to recognise it.
Last year of high school, the last trip to the beach you made together. Akagi is giving you a piggy-back ride, Omimi holds both of your popsicles with a fond look on his face. Aran stands beside him, carrying the inflatable ring you guys later accidentally popped on a rock, and on the edge of the group is Kita. His face is covered with a post-it note.
Sudden sickness twists his stomach and it's not just too much alcohol to blame. He slides open the door and looks around before walking down a short hallway to the kitchen. You're just packing your bag. “Look who woke up from his beauty sleep. Want some breakfast?“
“Bathroom,“ is all he manages to utter.
“Last door on the right.“
He finds it not a moment too early. How embarrassing, to be throwing up at your place. He feels your hands rub soothing circles on his back as he leans over the toilet. Once his stomach settles down you hand him a glass of water and some headache medicine. His head is spinning. When he finally collects himself enough to stand up on his own you hand him a new toothbrush. “I gotta go in a few minutes. Professor doesn't like us being late.“
“What happened?“ His voice is hoarse.
“You had a drink too much Mr. Lightweight,“ you say with a loop sided grin. “A girl form the party called me in the middle of the night asking for someone to pick you up. It's a good thing she did cause everyone was so drunk they couldn't stand straight. You guys really did take celebrating to a whole new level. I did take you to your place but when we got there your keys were gone. So might want to look into that. Also I'm pretty sure I strained a muscle dragging you up the stairs.“ You glimpse over to the clock on the wall. “Listen, I really have to go. My roommate'll be home all day so you can stay if you want. And when you get hungry just take something from the fridge. You gonna be alright?“
Aran nods. Fuck, even that hurts. “Need to sleep it off,“ he mumbles.
You give him one more pat on the back before you leave. He struggles for a while trying to unscrew the tube of toothpaste. Never before has brushing teeth posed such a challenge. He washes his face with ice cold water that does nothing to improve the headache or his mood.
He collapses back on your futon. So, this is your room then. It's nothing like the one he remembers from back home. The Vabo-chan plushie team gifted you for your birthday lies on the pillow. It still holds the ball Omimi made at the last moment, not that he was the one given this task in the first place. It was meant as a joke yet you brought it with you to Tokyo. Aran snuggles it, noticing how pale and worn out it's becoming. He drifts back to sleep, thinking he should tell the others you still have it. They'll be glad to hear it.
No matter how hard Aran tries to pay you back the money for the taxi ride from the party you refuse. The only payment you're prepared to accept is a trip to the seaside. The moment you see the endless blue water you run closer, discarding your shoes on the beach. Seeing you splash around in the shallow water makes him laugh.
He lays out the blanket and watches over you. It's good seeing the exhaustion on your face being washed away. Even if you didn't complain at all and said nothing he could tell balancing college and work is taking its toll. Despite smiling and appearing as carefree as always you seem tired. Aran is starting to fear you'll break under the weight of whatever it is you refuse to tell him.
He lays back on his bag, basking in the warm sun. Soon he dozes off. Once he wakes up you're laying beside him and scribbling in the margins of an article you have to read for an upcoming lecture. He lets you work and simply enjoys your presence. He missed hanging out with you, even if you don't do anything special he's just glad to have you around.
As evening falls he draps his jacket on your shoulders. You always loved stealing – not stealing he corrects himself, borrowing- you always loved borrowing jackets and hoodies.
“Hey Aran? Can... Can I tell you something?“ You hide your face beneath the hood of his jacket.
“'Course ya can.“
“Remember the old maple tree by the crossroad?“
Aran thinks for a moment. “Ya mean the one Suna dared ya to climb and ya fell down from?“
“That one yeah.“ A shadow of a smile flies over your lips at the memory.
“Everyone thought Oomi-sensei would throw ya outta the club. Shouldda seen the second year's faces when they thought we'll lose our precious manager.“
“A few months ago I walked past it. Thought about climbing it.“
“Lemme guess, ya couldn't? College life sucked all the strength from yer arms? Told ya ya should exercise more.“
“I was scared.“ You take a deep breath. “I climbed that tree a thousand times before. And now I'm too scared to even touch the lowest branch.“ You fidget with the hem of his jacket. “It scared me so much you know, not noticing how much I've changed.“
“Ya haven't changed that much.“
You look at him. “Haven't I?“
“No.“ Lies. A part of him knows it's lies. “Yer still the same. Our precious manager.“ He playfully pokes your shoulder. Yeah, you're still the same. You're still the you he remembers. “Yer my friend. Fearless. Always there to kick some sense into me.“ You're still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago. “Yer one of my best friends. Nothin's gonna change that. Besides-“
“I hated you.“
Seagulls' calls. Waves crashing on the shore. People chatting in the distance. “Well, hate might be a bit too strong...“ You pull your knees to your chest and hug them, your eyes fixed on the waning light on the horizon. “I was so envious of you, you know? Of all of you... You, Akagi, Omiren,... You all knew what you wanted, you going pro, them going to college, and Shin... Even back in school I was the odd one out. I couldn't admit to myself that I envied you. Now I know it was wrong. So fucking childish. But that's how I felt.“ You can't bear to look him in the eye. “Sometimes I still feel like the one who has no idea what to do with her life...“
A lump forms in Aran's throat. He had no idea. Too blinded by your light, too engrossed in his own feelings to notice what was happening underneath your carefree facade.
“Knowing that tell me,“ you glance at him and tears in your eyes glimmer in the last beams of the setting sun, “can really nothing change our friendship?“
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Frantic -- Matthew Tkachuk (Pt.4)
a/n: finally here with part 4!! it’s been a busy few days but I hope you guys enjoy! i think ths story has two or three parts left in it.
Part One Part Two Part Three
“Y/N hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” Emily screamed across the apartment as you were frantically throwing whatever clean clothes you could find into your open suitcase. It was creeping up to 8am and you guys were supposed to leave at 7:45 for your 10am flight. You weren’t completely unprepared, you had packed a few jerseys and a less than innocent red set to live underneath them but the past few days had been so busy you forgot to pack the rest.
The team was back on the road but this time to the west coast. Fortunately, you and Emily had just started your reading weeks so it only made sense you finally got to join the boys on at least part of their trip. Emily had never gotten to see Alberta before so it was the perfect opportunity to do some exploring. You were meeting the boys in Calgary for their day off and the Flames game then when they were off to Edmonton the two of you were off to explore. Mitch offered all the time to fly you guys wherever they were but you never wanted to impose. He was pleasantly surprised when you finally asked him for two plane tickets.
Barging into your room extremely pissed off, a look of horror crossed your roommate's face as she watched you scramble. She sighed loudly as she grabbed your hips and placed you in a chair in the corner of your room. She made quick work of your messy packing skills and threw in an extra hoodie and jeans in addition to socks which you had forgotten about entirely. You went to thank her but she pressed her finger to your lips, shushing you.
“The Ubers waiting lets, go.” If looks could kill you would’ve been a goner twenty minutes ago.
The drive to the airport was quiet. Emily had her head in her phone texting Nick while you stared at the city flashing past you. The past few weeks had been crazy. School was in full swing and was taking most of your energy. Spending ten hours a day in the studio left you little time to see anyone let alone keep up with what was going on outside of your bubble. You felt bad because you hadn’t been giving Matt as much attention lately. The two of you called and facetimed when you could but it didn’t feel like enough. He knew you were busy and was more than supportive but the guilt still pang in your chest and the thought of him losing interest ran wild through your mind. This trip couldn't have came at a better time, you figured surprising him was the best way to make up for the distance between you two lately.
Emily, still mad at your last minute lifestyle, kept to herself for the wait in the airport and most of the flight but she started to gush the closer you two got to your destination. You were so used to traveling growing up that it was sweet getting to see someone get so excited.
After collecting your bags it was a short drive back to the hotel. As you guys approached the entrance you noticed a group of girls probably about 15 or 16 in Leafs jerseys. When you walked past they got quiet and you could hear the whispers.
“Oh my god is that Mitch’s sister?” “That's definitely Nick's girlfriend!” “Ugh! This isn’t fair! She’s not even pretty enough for him!”
You reached and squeezed Emily’s hand as you kept walking. Just like the guys, you knew better then to respond to people because in the long run it hurts their career and relationships. It was nothing she hadn’t heard from others or hadn’t seen on social media but you knew it still hurt her just a little.
Dropping your bags with a thud, you hurled yourself at the nearest bed and let out a massive sigh of relief as you let the softness envelop your body. Emily’s laughter filled the room as she placed her bags down next to your and sat on the edge of your bed. You let out a small grunt as she shook your leg, trying to get you to sit up.
“Mini!” her voice was more stern then usually. “Come on, we didn’t come all this way for you to lay in bed. Let's do something!”
“But bed.” You pouted into the sheets.
She aggressively grabbed your arm, pulled you up and headed for the door. You wanted to protest but you knew it wasn’t worth it. It was a cold day so you both agreed that shopping was the best way to fill your time before you had to go meet the boys for dinner.
Matthew checked his phone a lot more these days. He was never really one to care if people had answered him or to be obsessed with social media but since you entered his life he was constantly looking. At first Johnny and Noah were really digging into him but they soon realized how important this girl was to Matt. She was known as the Rat Queen through the locker room because Tkachuk refused to reveal her identity but wanted to gush about how talented she was. Noah was the only one who knew who you were.
He supported Matt but he reminded his friend on multiple occasions that he has to be careful. Between tight inner circles and the looming presence of fans and press. You could never be too careful.
It was killing Matt just a little bit that he hadn’t seen you in so long but he knew you needed to be in Toronto. He dragged Noah with him CrossIron Mills to help pick out things to send to you in a care package. He had gotten the idea from his brothers girlfriend because she had sent Brady one while they were home for the summer in St. Louis. Back in his apartment he had a box with a few snacks and some of his old T-shirts and sweaters. All sprayed with his cologne.
He was on the hunt today for something special but he wasn’t quite sure what that was. The two boys had wandered into a record store and were just mindlessly looking to see if anything would catch their eye.
You were still empty handed after a few hours of walking around and you were ready to call it quits but Emily pulled you into Sunshine Records for one last stop. You parted ways and you made your way to the back of the store. Once again not paying attention to where you were going you smacked into someones back.
“I am so sor-” You looked up and were met with the same piercing blue eyes from a few weeks ago but this time he looked a lot happier to be crashed into. Picking you up, he spun you around and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Fireworks exploded in your stomach but before you could react it was over.
“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed as he set you down, keeping his arms wrapped around your neck.
“I’m looking for the new Niall Horan vinyl babe.” You giggled.
“Not in the store Y/N! Why are you HERE?” He lets go of you and starts waving in hand in every direction, “In Calgary!”
“Ohh right. I was going to surprise you at your game tomorrow.”
“Well as much as that’s sweet I’m glad you ruined the surprise.” He pulled you in for another sweet kiss, making you melt even further. You both heard a cough and turned to see Emily and Noah standing a few feet away. The two of you pulled away and returned to your respective best friend. Noah extended his hand to you and the grip of his handshake is firm but welcoming.
“So you’re the famous Y/N that Chucky never stops talking about.” That comment earned Noah a swift smack to the back of the head from Matt.
You laughed slightly as you responded, “That's me. I hope it's all good things Chucky.” You sent him a teasing glance while you spoke.
“Oh trust me he is, you really got him wrapped around your finger. There was this one time-” Noah was forcefully cut off by Matt.
“Ah Ah Ah, that’s enough! I am so sorry to cut this story short but we have a team dinner to get ready for.” He started pushing Noah towards the exit as you and Emily followed.
“Calm down buddy.” His phone went off in his hand and said “It was lovely to meet you guys.” before rushing away to answer. Emily stepped away at the same time for the same reason leaving you and Matt alone.
He pulled you into another hug and he smiled as he felt you relax completely into his arms. He looked down at you and marveled at your face before he spoke.
“So if you’re coming to my game does that mean your finally gonna finally wear my jersey babe?”
“Awh sorry love, accidentally brought my Talbot jersey. Maybe next time.” A smirk covering your face. He frowned at you.
“You’re a monster.” Joking tone in his voice.
You pushed up on your toes and planted another kiss on his lips.
“Yeah but I’m your monster.”
“Yes, yes you are.” you both stared aimlessly into eachothers eyes. Your moment was cut short by Emily’s return.
“Hey Y/n… That was my mom, I have to head home after the game tomorrow. There’s some family stuff I have to be there for. I’m really sorry.”
You pulled away from Matt and gave her a hug, tracing small circles on her spine to calm her down.
“It’s okay. Do you want me to come back with you?”
“No, no it’s okay, Nicks gonna come with me.” Her eyes were full of disappointment.
“Okay hun. Tonight we’ll reschedule all our hotels and come back out in May. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good but what are you going to do the rest of the week then?”
Piping up from behind them, Matt enthusiastically said “Come stay with me.”
“That’s very sweet of you Matts but I don’t wanna impose and how would I explain that to Mitch?” You knew Mitch would understand if you told him about you and Matt but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. Especially becuase you guys weren’t anything offical yet.
“We play Ottawa later this week so the family’s coming down to see it. Just tell him you're staying in town to see Taryn.” You thought about it for a minute because he had a good point. You hadn’t seen Taryn in about two years plus it technically wouldn’t be lying to Mitch.
“Fine.”
“Yay!” Matthew mauled you with a quick hug and kissed your forehead. He gave you a quick goodbye and headed off to find his teammate. You and Emily finished shopping and headed back to the hotel to get ready for your night.
Even though the mall was pretty empty there's always someone around to see things. You guess someone saw you and Matt together today and tweeted about seeing the two of you. Adding insult to injury, Matt liked the tweet sending twitter into a tailspin of rumours. He really was a pest on and off the ice.
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Hateful
Summary: After overhearing a hateful conversation from some girls at a game, you decide that you just can’t handle the endless criticism anymore.
Player: Auston Matthews
Word Count: 1.6k
Requested: Could you do a Auston Matthews one where they have been together since they were 17-18 and ever since he has been in the nhl she has been getting hate and one day at a game she over heard people talking band about her and she can’t take it anymore and leaves and goes to a friends apartment and Auston is worried when he doesn’t see her after the game and she won’t respond to his calls or texts and after her friend tells him what happened he goes over there and tells her how much he loves her
*No offense intended to any nurses, I fully respect what you do. I would run out of fingers trying to count the number of nurses in my family. The goal was to make the girls come off as rude, I wasn’t aiming to offend any real people.*
There was 5.34 left in the first period and since the puck dropped, you’d been doing your absolute best to ignore the two girls sitting in front of you stalking your Instagram. They were both wearing Matthews jerseys, and they had their phones out, giggling and pointing at pictures. You focused your eyes forward. It wasn’t going to ruin your night. You were here for your boyfriend.
One of the girls said a little too loudly, making it clear that she had no idea the team’s better halves were sitting behind them, “I seriously don’t get what he sees in her. Like at all. I mean I bet he has to have other girls, right? Like there’s no way he would ever just settle for someone like her when he has so many options.”
The other girl nodded enthusiastically, “He’s probably got a girl in every city. She’s just too stupid to know it. He’s like up here,” she raised her hand as high as she could, “and she’s like down here,” she put her hand beside the floor.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see all of the other girls shifting uncomfortably in their seats and eyeing you. Were they expecting you to say something to these girls? Tap them on the shoulder and say, ‘excuse me miss, please shut the fuck up?’ No. That would just make everything worse. You were used to this. You had been getting hate like this since Auston played his first NHL game.
“I wish you could get your hand lower than the floor,” the other girl said. “Maybe like somewhere in the basement.”
The other girl laughed.
“What did she just graduate college for again? Like nursing or some shit?” The first girl said, “He needs someone who is actually going to be home to take care of the house and take care of him, not be working like five million hour shifts and then come home smelling like puke.”
You had heard enough. You stood quickly, grabbing your things and without saying goodbye to the other girlfriends you began to make your way through the row to the aisle for your escape. You could hear a few of the girlfriends calling your name but you ignored them. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the two girls turn around in their seats and watch you leave with wide eyes, their faces pale.
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“(Y/N), you don’t mean that.” Avery said, pulling your balled-up form into her arms. You mumbled something unintelligible into your knees and she said, “I can’t understand a word of what you’re saying right now.”
You looked up at her, “I do mean it. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take it. It’s too much, Avery. It’s constant. Every time I post something on Instagram. Every time I tweet something. Now I can’t even go watch him play?” You shook your head, “What’s the point in being with him if I’m going to be miserable all the time?”
“Because you aren’t miserable all the time,” Maddison said from the other side of you, “You smile more with him than you ever do when he isn’t around. Hell, you smile every time he texts you. Its disgustingly sweet.”
“And now it’s going to be over,” you said sadly, staring at the floor as tears ran down your cheeks.
Avery glanced at the TV and saw that third period was wrapping up. She looked over at Maddison and mouthed, call Auston.
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Auston walked out of the dressing room, fully expecting to see you standing with all of the other girls, just like you usually were. He scanned the faces, then scanned them again wondering if maybe he had somehow missed you. No. You weren’t there. He knew you had come to the game. You were excited about this match up.
He walked up to the girls, “Where’s (Y/N)?” he asked, eyes scanning the whole room, as though maybe you were hiding somewhere.
The girls all looked at one another. Jennifer was the one to speak, “There were some things said and she left during first period. She wouldn’t answer her phone.”
Auston stared blankly at them, “What kind of things?” he asked.
“Bad things,” she said, “about her. By the girls sitting in front of us.”
Auston sighed, bringing his hands to his face. “Fuck. Do you have any idea where she went?”
“No, she wouldn’t tell us. She just ran out.”
He blinked at her a few times, wanting to say so many things. Things like, why the flying fuck didn’t you stop her from leaving? Or Why the hell didn’t one of you follow her? However, he couldn’t say any of those things to his teammate’s girlfriends and wives, so he just spun away from them and pulled out his phone, dialing her number. It went straight to voicemail. He called two more times even though it was pointless because she obviously had her phone turned off. When he finally accepted that she wasn’t going to answer his calls, he pulled the phone away from his ear and typed out a message, (Y/N) call me when you get this. Please.
Auston was about half a second away from completely flipping out when his phone started ringing in his hand. He quickly answered it without checking to see who it was. “Hello?”
“Auston? It’s Maddison.”
He let out a breath, “Is she with you? Is she okay?”
“She’s… here.” Maddison responded.
Auston didn’t miss the avoidance of his second question.
“Is she okay?” he asked.
Maddison sighed, “Just come over to Avery and my apartment. You need to talk to her.”
His heart rate picked up. That sounded bad. Really bad. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
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You were sitting on the couch between Avery and Maddison with silent tears falling down your face when someone knocked on the door. You didn’t look up from the floor, eyes focused on the too bright pattern of their living room rug. You felt Avery stand up and shifted to lay your head on Maddison’s shoulder. You were not in the mood to deal with any people at the moment. Unless it was the alcohol delivery man, he could go to hell.
You heard Avery open the door and say, “She’s on the couch.”
There was very little time for you to process who she could have been talking too, or even whether or not you cared before Auston was standing in front of you. You looked up at him through teary eyes and said, “I don’t want to talk right now.”
He crouched down in front of you, “To bad.”
You frowned at him as he pulled your knees away from your chest, “(Y/N), what happened. Why did you leave the game like that?”
Your words caught on the lump in your throat, but you managed to push them out. “I… Auston… I can’t do this anymore.”
His eyes widened, and Avery and Maddison quickly scurried from the room. “What are you talking about?”
“This.” You said, waving your hands around, motioning to everything, “I’m talking about this.”
Auston swallowed roughly, “Babe, tell me what happened.”
“Some girls don’t think I’m good enough for you and I had to listen to them very explicitly talk about it throughout the entire first period before I finally got up and left,” you said. Fresh tears sprung to your eyes at the reminder of the words you had overheard. They weren’t sad tears, they were angry tears.
Angry that these petty, hateful women were going to get what they wanted.
Auston’s cheeks flushed with anger, “Why didn’t you tell them to shut up?”
“Because it would be all over twitter and then it would be something else for people to hate me over. Now I’m a jealous bitch who’s mean to your fans because they’re talking about you.”
He looked down at the couch beside your thigh. He stared for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with the right words to fix this mess. Finally, he looked up at you and pulled you closer to him, kneeling between your legs. “(Y/N), I’m not letting you do this. I’m not letting you walk away from me. Not over this. Not over something that I didn’t do and something that I can’t control. I’ve loved you since I was seventeen. I’ve loved you through everything. You’ve been there for me through everything. You’re everything I could ever want. You think I don’t see what people say? I don’t give a shit. They can say what they want. They can believe what they want or think what they want. We know the truth. We are all that matters.”
You stared at him, eyes softening the longer he spoke. All of the fight left you. You weren’t geared up for battle anymore, you were ready to crawl into bed and let him help you forget the horrible day you’d had in the way only he could. You didn’t have words and you couldn’t have spoken them if you did, so you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck.
“We can make your Instagram private,” he said, arms tightening around you. “I’ll block anyone who comments bullshit on my posts. I don’t know what to do about Twitter, babe. I’m sorry. We’ll figure something out.” He paused for a minute, “I’ll get you a god damn suite at every game, so this never happens again if that’s what you want.”
You shook your head, “That’s a little extreme, Auston.”
He shrugged, turning to press his cheek to the side of your head, “I would do anything for you.”
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A/n: I’m so weak for Hinata Shoyo PLEASE he’s such an adorable little sunshine AHSFHSH- so here’s a little one shot I wrote at like 2am for him and I kind of adore how it came out; HEADS UP: it does contain a spoiler mention concerning the outcome of the Inarizaki game so be aware! Enjoy loves 🧡🧡🧡
LITERALLY LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO CUTE
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Sweat dripped down from your chin and soaked the collar of your jersey, the overwhelming sense of humid stickiness seeming to cover every surface of the Tokyo gymnasium.
Everything became more heightened as soon as the ball left the surface of your palm; the ache in your left foot, the strand of runaway hair that lingered on your forearm, and the pair of eyes that gleamed intensely at you from somewhere in the stands.
You couldn’t see who it was, but at this point it didn’t even matter as you watched the volleyball land snugly into the corner of the opposite side of the court.
The blow of the whistle brought you out of your world of slow motion, and you were bombarded by numerous teammates at the sound. That point just secured your team a spot in the next round of Nationals. When that thought truly, surely set in, a giddy laugh bubbled past your lips, and you gripped onto your setter in the sea of bodies - a sign of great appreciation for that final toss.
In a blur, your team was ushered off the court so that the next set of players could warm up, but not before you turned to face a crowd of school supporters who had traveled their way to Tokyo. In the midst of celebrating spectators, one especially caught your eye with his intent stare. Standing up in front, he wasn’t even a student at your school, but rather a very close friend from the same district.
A flash of a smile, a thumbs up, and then those blazing eyes of his were gone.
“Hey, you coming?” Your captain, a current third year caught your attention. “There’s a few reporters who I’m sure want to talk with you, Ms. First Year Ace.”
You scoff playfully as she steers you towards the player tunnel, filled to the brim with promising athletes and interviewers hungry to find a star story. “Alright, mom, I’m going!”
“Hey, as soon as you’re done here, you can go and congratulate that little number ten you’re so fond of on his win,” your team’s libero teased.
Despite the embarrassment that revealed itself in shades of pink on your cheeks, your eyes couldn’t help but light up at the idea.
The Karasuno match was being streamed in the players tunnel before your own one began, and the deafening shriek you managed after the men’s Miyagi representatives defeated the infamous Miya Twins had players turning heads your way in surprise (and slight annoyance, in some cases).
As your team was the female group’s representative of the Miyagi Prefecture, it was expected that you’d at least be a little proud. However, such excitement was only emphasized by the fact that you were well acquainted with the boys of Karasuno.
Most notably, your bond with one orange haired decoy on their team was especially strong. You and Hinata had clicked instantly after meeting at the sports banquet held for all players post the Interhigh Preliminaries. He deeply admired you for becoming an ace in your first year, and you couldn’t help to feel a force pulling you into the energetic boy’s world, one full of such determination and brightness.
At this point, it was painfully obvious to both teams that each were head over heels for the other. All it needed was one push to get the ball rolling, but apparently neither of you were brave enough to take that step due to a lingering fear of rejection.
As you stood in front of the camera lenses of reporters, confidence and energy overflowing within you, you thought that maybe you would just make that move as soon as you got the time to break away.
The universe seemed to have other plans.
“How does it feel to be the youngest ace in the National tournament this year?”
The question had been asked to you before, but the familiar words still sent excited goosebumps up your arms.
“It’s crazy,” you laughed airily. “I still can’t believe I was gifted with such a great team to help me get where I am right now, and I’m just looking for a chance to cement my spot as a legitimate ace despite my younger age.”
The woman beside you started to move on to the next point written on her notepad, but a voice from the tunnel exit had you whipping your head to the side as someone called your name. Tufts of orange hair appeared in your vision, and soon a figure emerged from behind a handful of other players preparing for their next match.
The smile on his face was blinding and carefree, but the glint in his eyes seemed a bit different than usual. You didn’t pay much mind to it, assuming he was still somewhat in focused mode after Karasuno’s major win from earlier in the day.
You turned back to the interviewer and the cameraman with an apologetic smile and held a finger up. “I’m super sorry, but could I have just a minute? I’ll be back in one moment.”
The woman nodded in understanding, and your gaze returned to the approaching middle blocker from Karasuno High.
“Shoyo! Congratulations on your advancement!” you exclaimed, and the ginger’s eyes brightened at the commendation. Still, he didn’t say a word as he continued making his way to you.
“Your receives were CRAZY! I was watching on the monitor down here and when I saw-” your sentence cut off when Hinata stopped right in front of you, and warm, calloused hands reached out to cup the sides of your face.
Before you knew it, Hinata had his lips firmly pressed to yours, pulling you to him like it was his life’s mission. They were slightly chapped, yet they still conveyed a gentle sweetness, and your hands rested quickly on his chest to steady yourself.
Surprised was an understatement, but it didn’t stop you from responding as soon as the situation registered in your mind. Not even the flash of camera lights directed your way distracted you from the moment.
Just like that, the Karasuno first year pulled back to scan your face, a large smile dominating his own features at your positive response to the unexpected kiss.
“Do you want to go eat something with me after you’re done with all this?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” was all you could sputter after such a forward move. His grin grew impossibly wider.
“Great! I need to put my stuff on the team bus but I’ll be back soon and we can go!”
You grabbed Hinata’s team jacket sleeve before he could successfully make an exit, and as he turned back around you crashed your lips together, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him in place.
This time he was the surprised one as you pulled apart by just a few centimeters, noses lightly brushing against one another.
“I thought you got easily flustered by girls?” you inquired, smugness glimmering in your eyes.
“The adrenaline is slowly starting to leave, give it a second,” he noted with blunt honesty, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I just had to do something after you played a game like that.”
“You’re crazy, Shoyo.”
“And you’re amazing.”
You pecked his lips a last time, teasingly pushing away as he started to lean forward for another, and gestured towards the tunnel exit. “Go put away your things first, and I’ll meet you in five minutes.”
Hinata nodded excitedly. “It’s a date.”
Date.
It’s a date!
Giddiness coursed through your body at the word, as if the surprise of the Karasuno boy kissing you hadn’t already gotten you bouncing on your toes.
You vaguely remembered being interviewed before any of the commotion began, and veered your attention back to the now wide-eyed reporter from earlier. It seemed the situation had also caught the attention of many other people in the room, players and interviewers alike looking your way.
You raised a hand to somewhat cover your wide smile, your entire body burning. “Uh, could you repeat your last question?”
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