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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐒 ─ AS³⁷

TRACK 4 ─── DOWN BAD

TTPD CELLY MASTERLIST !

౨ৎ ─ summary | one summer, one town and the fullest love you've ever felt all to be ripped away from you. life was pointless without the love of your life, your soulmate (even if you'd only known him for three months).

─ word count | 3.4k

─ warnings | dramatic af, oh god, so so so so so much angst WITH NO HAPPY ENDING (ur gonna cry by the end of this), where do i even begin? love bombing, LYING AF, andrei being mysterious asf, mention of life being hopeless, very depressive themes and like.. babygirl is GOING THROUGH ITTTT, maybe even suicidal themes (depends on your perspective), lmk if i missed anything else?

─ ev's notes | down bad has been on repeat since friday, it's genuinely so addicting (but like... the entire album is so?)

YOU LIFE FELT ABSOLUTELY hopeless, like the color was drained from it.

How could one summer change the whole trajectory of your life, you're not sure. Your entire perspective of love had been turned upside down, each day felt like a struggle just to breathe, let alone find any semblance of meaning or joy. It was as if the universe had conspired to strip away every ounce of hope, leaving behind only an empty shell of a person.

How could you let someone con you so easily? Make you believe that you were his soulmate, only to absolutely wreck you? You couldn't help but wonder if he felt even a shred of sympathy and if he ever stopped to think about you, like you did with him?

How could you have been so naive, so blindly hopeful in the face of his deceit? The wounds he inflicted cut deeper than mere flesh and bone; they pierced straight to the core of your being, leaving behind scars that may never fully heal.

You could barely get out of bed ─ you can't even remember a time when you didn't know him, even if you'd know him a short span of time. The weight of his absence feels like a physical force, pinning you down to the bed as if gravity itself has conspired against you. How could you go on without him, when every corner of your world still echoes with his presence?

It's as if he had woven himself into the fabric of your being, leaving no thread untouched by his influence. Even the simplest of tasks feel overwhelming without his guidance, his encouragement, his love.

You try to remember a time before him, a time when your heart beat to a rhythm untouched by his melody. But the memories blur together, distorted by the prism of his existence. It's as if he had always been there, a constant presence in your life, one way or another.

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"Are you a local?"

You turned around to face the voice that had drawn you out of your thoughts, an annoyed expression on your face. But as you looked up to meet his chocolate brown eyes, all the irritation had quickly dissipated.

First, you noticed his eyes ─ they were so big and brown, you could feel yourself get lost in them. Then your gaze fell to his lips and ultimately, his smile and his dimple. Whoa, he was gorgeous.

"Uh, yeah." You got out as you managed a smile, turning to face him completely.

His smile widened at your response, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at the sight of it. It was infectious, lighting up his face in a way that made it impossible to look away.

"Great!" he replied, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm here on vacation. Any recommendations on where to grab a bite to eat?"

His voice carried a hint of a Russian accent weaving through each word like a thread of silk. It added an extra layer of intrigue to his already captivating presence, drawing you in even further.

"Actually, there's this little café a few blocks down the street that serves amazing sandwiches," you offered, your voice betraying a hint of excitement. "I could show you, if you'd like."

God, what were you doing? You didn't even know what you were saying before the words flew out of your mouth. To your surprised, his smile widened into a grin as he nodded.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded in agreement. "I would love that," he replied, his accent lending a charming cadence to his words.

As you stood up from his seat, you took in his build; you just realized how tall he was. He towered over you, his frame exuding a quiet strength that only added to his allure. It was as if he commanded the space around him effortlessly, a gentle giant in a world full of noise.

Together, you made your way out of the café and onto the street, the sounds of the city fading into the background as you fell into step beside him. His presence was comforting, reassuring, like a steady anchor in the midst of chaos even though you'd just met the stranger.

As you walked, you found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the sunlight caught in his hair, the way his eyes crinkled with laughter at something you said.

Arriving at the café, you found a table by the window. As you settled in, the conversation began flowing effortlessly between you. With each passing moment, you felt yourself drawn deeper into his orbit, captivated by the way his presence seemed to fill the room with warmth.

"So, what do you do, Andrei?" You found yourself asking as he paused for a moment, taking a sip of his drink before sighing.

"I'd... I'd hoped you didn't ask that." Andrei's tone came out amusing but you could hear the sincerity, too. "I play for the Hurricanes. A hockey team."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise at Andrei's revelation. "The Hurricanes? That's impressive,"

"It is, but it's very demanding. That's why I came here," he explained as a smile began playing on his lips. "To get away from everything, even just for summer."

"Why would you want to get away?" You asked, your curiosity getting the best of you. As you registered your words, you shook your head as you sighed. "You don't have to answer that."

Andrei's smile softened, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes at your understanding. "No, it's okay," he replied, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. "Sometimes, even the things we love can become overwhelming. I guess I just needed a break, a chance to clear my head and remember what's really important."

"I get that," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "Sometimes, we all need a moment to step back and breathe, to remind ourselves of who we are outside of our titles and our accomplishments."

Andrei's gaze softened, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, you felt a weird connection for a moment. He let out a small chuckle as he looked away, a tinge of redness enveloping his cheeks.

"You wanna get out of here? I still haven't seen the beach and I've been here for two days." Andrei's voice was amused as his gaze finally flickered back to you.

His chuckle was infectious, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you at the sight of his flushed cheeks. There was something endearing about his candidness, a rawness that drew you in even closer.

"Absolutely," you replied, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

After that, the two of you spent every moment together. You didn't know why you were so drawn to him ─ it wasn't just how abosolutely beautiful he was, that wasn't even a factor after you'd spent the whole week with him. It was something more, something raw you hadn't felt in a while ─ or maybe even ever.

In Andrei's presence, you felt as if you were seeing the world through new eyes. He showed you the beauty in the simplest of moments ─ the way sunlight danced on the water, the sound of laughter echoing through the streets of your hometown that you'd walked in a million times (somehow, it was different now with him), the warmth of a shared smile exchanged between two strangers.

But it wasn't just the external world that he illuminated for you; it was your own heart. With each conversation, each shared comfortable silence, he peeled back the layers of your soul, revealing the raw, unfiltered truth that lay beneath. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, loved in a way you swear you'd never experienced before. It was a love that transcended the physical, a love that touched the very core of your being and left you breathless with wonder.

And as you lay beneath the stars in his arms, the night sky stretching out above you like a vast canvas waiting to be painted, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. For in Andrei's embrace, you had found something real ─ something cosmic and eternal.

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"Do you ever wonder," he begins, his voice soft but filled with a sense of wonder, "if there's more to the universe than what we can see?"

You both gaze out of the bay window for a moment, the night sky stretching out before you like a vast canvas scattered with stars.

"It's... it's something I've thought about," you reply, your voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the night. "The universe is so vast, so incomprehensibly large. It's hard to believe that we're the only ones out here, you know?"

Andrei nods in agreement, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Exactly," he says, his gaze returning to the stars above. "I like to think that there's something out there, something greater than ourselves. Something that binds us all together, even when we're worlds apart."

"Yeah," you replied, your voice barely audible. "All the time, actually. It's... overwhelming, sometimes, to think about how big the universe is, how insignificant we are in comparison."

Andrei nodded, his gaze fixed on the stars twinkling in the night sky. "But isn't it also kind of liberating?" he mused.

"To know that we're just a small part of something so much bigger than ourselves? It makes all our worries and fears seem so... trivial, in the grand scheme of things."

"You're right," you said, a sense of wonder creeping into your voice. "It's like no matter what happens in our lives, the universe will keep on spinning, the stars will keep on shining. It's... comforting, in a way."

Andrei smiled, a warmth spreading through you at the sight of it. "Exactly," he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty.

A comfortable silence filled the air before he spoke up again. "You know... when we met, when I said I wanted a break?" A pang of uncertainty flickered within you at his words, but you nodded, inviting him to continue with a gentle tilt of your head.

Andrei's gaze softened as he reached out to take your hand, his touch grounding you in the present moment. "I didn't just mean from hockey," he confessed. "I meant from everything ─ the pressure, the expectations, the constant scrutiny. I needed a break from the world, from myself."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth. You listened in silence, feeling the gravity of his confession settle over you like a blanket.

"I came here seeking some kind of relief from the chaos of my life," Andrei continued, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "But what I found was so much more than that. I found you."

The sincerity in his voice struck a chord deep within you, stirring emotions you had long kept buried beneath the surface. In that moment, you realized just how much he had come to mean to you, how integral he had become to the fabric of your existence.

You'd felt like you'd known him lifetimes but in reality, you'd only known him only a couple weeks. And yet, in those fleeting weeks, Andrei had become more than just a passing acquaintance; he had become a beacon of light in the darkness, a source of comfort in a world of uncertainty.

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Andrei's arms wrapped around your waist as you both watched the sunset go down. His large frame practically engulfed you as he stood behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. The warm summer breeze caressed your skin, carrying with it the scent of salt and sea. You leaned back into Andrei's embrace, feeling his hands squeeze your hips.

"Let's go for a swim, yeah?" Andrei's breathe hit your neck as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath danced across your skin.

His suggestion brought a smile to your lips, the idea of plunging into the cool embrace of the ocean sounding utterly inviting. You turned in Andrei's arms, a playful glint in your eyes as you met his gaze.

"Are you sure?" You teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "The water might be colder than you think."

Andrei's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Only one way to find out,"

"Wait, Andrei-" Before you could protest more, Andrei pulled you up on his shoulders. You let out a fit of giggles as he carried you out to the deeper waters, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly as you clung to him, your laughter mingling with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

"Ready?" Andrei called over his shoulder, his voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. With a smirk, Andrei took a few more steps forward, and then, without warning, he jumped, sending you both crashing into the cool embrace of the ocean.

For a moment, you were weightless, suspended in the currents, the sound of laughter and splashing filling the air around you. And as you surfaced, gasping for breath and laughing with joy, you felt a sense of freedom wash over you ─ a freedom that only comes from letting go and embracing the spontaneity of the moment.

Andrei's laughter joined yours as he helped you to steady yourself in the water, his eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. "See? Wasn't so bad, was it?"

You grinned up at Andrei, the exhilaration of the moment coursing through your veins. "Definitely not."

Andrei grinned, his smile lighting up his face as he tugged you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He stared into your eyes, the grin still on his red face before he grabbed your chin and pushed his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

As you deepened the kiss, losing yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours, you knew with unwavering certainty that this was where you belonged; in his arms, consumed by love.

His touch was electric, sending sparks dancing across your skin as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips moving against yours. And as you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed with emotion, you found yourself lost in the depths of Andrei's gaze. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own desires, mirrored back to you with an intensity that left you breathless.

He caught his breath as he laughed, giving your cheek another kiss. "I don't know how to explain how I feel about you, it's something I don't think I've felt in a long time. Or... ever."

"I feel it too," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath of air. "Whatever it is, it's real. And that's all that matters."

Andrei's gaze softened, a smile playing on his lips as he reached out to gently caress your cheek. "I'm just glad we found each other," he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty. "And no matter what the future may hold, I'll always be by your side. You're like..."

He paused as he laughed, shaking his head with amusement. "My soulmate, or something like that."

You couldn't help but smile at his playful tone, feeling a surge of affection well up within you. "Your soulmate, huh?" you teased, "I can live with that."

Before you could fully grasp it, it had slipped away, fleeting in its passing. It was over before it even fully started. The summer had come to a close, and Andrei was talking about leaving back to Carolina.

You knew it was coming, of course it was coming. He had to go back to his home, where he worked, where his everything was. What about you? Hadn't you become his everything, just as he had become yours? Where did you fit into his world once he was gone?

And then one morning you awoke and he was gone.

It felt like something you'd seen in a movie, or read in a book. Confusion clouded your mind as you glanced around the room, searching for any sign of him. But as your gaze fell upon the empty drawers where his clothes once laid, reality came crashing down around you.

It was over.

The realization hit you like a tidal wave, sweeping away the remnants of the life you had built together over the summer. And in that moment, you felt a profound sense of loss wash over you, a hollow ache that echoed in the depths of your soul. You had known it was coming, of course. He had obligations, a life waiting for him back home. But that didn't make the pain any less palpable, the sense of abandonment any less hurtful.

Was all of it a lie? The laughter, the whispered promises, the moments shared beneath the stars – were they nothing more than empty words, hollow gestures meant to deceive?

The days following his departure, it felt hollow. It felt like you'd awoken from a daydream, something that only existed in your head. Was it really not as serious as you'd thought? Was he really not in love, as you were with him?

Life loss all of it's meaning, you never thought you'd be that girl: the girl who let a man absolutely reroot her entire life, just for him to leave. Had you really become that pathetic?

The days turned into weeks and the hollowness didn't fade, it turned into numbness then ultimately into a sense of emptiness that seemed to permeate every aspect of your being. It was as if a part of you had been hollowed out, leaving behind nothing but a void that echoed with the absence of his presence.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself grappling with questions that had no answers. Was it all a lie? Had he ever truly cared for you, or were you just another pawn in his game? Had you ever really known him, your Andrei? The one who held you, laughed with you, whispered promises of forever beneath the stars? Or had he been someone else entirely, a stranger acting as the love of your life?

The uncertainty gnawed at you, a relentless beast that refused to be tamed. You replayed every moment, every word, every touch, searching for clues that would unravel the mystery of his true intentions. But the more you searched, the more elusive the answers became, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

You found yourself crying every night, every free moment you spent bawling your eyes out over a man you're sure you'd never really known, just another stranger who had walked into your life and turned it upside down.

The pain was like a physical ache, a weight pressing down on your chest until it felt like you could hardly breathe. How could someone you had cared for so deeply have caused you so much pain? How could you have been so blind to the truth of his intentions?

You needed him again, life felt meaningless ─ no, life was meaningless without him. Nothing felt worth having without him. Without him, life felt like a barren wasteland, devoid of color and purpose. Every moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, each day blending into the next in a monotonous haze.

You found yourself longing for his presence, for the sound of his laughter and the warmth of his embrace. Without him by your side, even the simplest pleasures felt empty, leaving you adrift in a sea of loneliness. What was the point of it all, you wondered, if he wasn't there to share it with you?

No one would ever make you feel like he did, no one would ever manage to love you like he once had. It was a truth that cut to the core of your being, leaving you feeling exposed in its wake.

How could you ever hope to find happiness again when the one person who had made you feel truly alive was now gone from your life?

You tried to fill the void with distractions – with work, with friends, with anything that would help numb the ache of his absence. But no matter how hard you tried, the emptiness remained, a gaping wound that refused to heal.

In the depths of your despair, you found yourself questioning everything ─ your worth, your purpose, your very existence. What was the point of it all, you wondered, if he wasn't there to share it with you?

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hockeyboysimagines · 5 months

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I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 3

Warnings: language, kissing, mild sexual content, some angst and mentions of manipulative/abusive relationships.

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The grocery store was mostly empty at this early morning hour and Madison was thankful because she had Seth on the brain.

They’d parted ways last night with more kissing and she hadn’t seen him since then.

And she was kind of glad.

She hadn’t even begun to process what had happened the night before and was still not totally sure it wasn’t a dream. The situation with her and Seth could go one of two ways. It could either be a wonderful amazing adventure or she could run the risk of losing a lifelong friend. It really just came down whether it was worth the risk, which she already decided it was. But it wasn’t only up to her. She had no idea how he was feeling.

If she hadn’t been thinking about Seth, she would have been paying closer attention, but she didn’t even see him coming till it was too late.

“Madison?”

She turned and felt something that could only be described as dread start to settle in her stomach.

Darren was standing a few feet away, fake smile plastered on his face, the same one he wore the very first time she ever met him. She did not return it.

“Hey how are you?” He moved closer and she took a small step back. Annoyance flickered across his face.

“Fine.” She moved to walk away from him but when he followed and she turned to face him fully, arms crossed with a frown.

“Is uh-is Harper here?” He asked glancing over her shoulder.

She scoffed “No Darren. She’s not here, but I’m guessing you knew that already. Leave my sister alone.”

“How is she?”

“Did you hear what I just said? It’s none of your business. If you wanted to know that I guess you should have spent the last 6 years treating her better.” Madison’s brows were pulled low over her eyes which were blazing with anger. She wanted to punch him right in the throat and run him over with the cart.

“You don’t know anything!” He snapped loudly at her, drawing the attention of the few people nearby.

But Madison wasn’t having it and stood her ground.

“You might have been able to bully my sister but don’t think for one second you’re going to bully me.” Madison was glaring at him “Stay away from Harper. If you ever really loved her you’ll let her move on. Or if you want to tempt fate show up to the house. I dare you.” Madison smiled a little and for the first time Darren’s confidence faltered. He knew better.

“Can you tell her-“

“Fuck off.” She turned away from him, heart beating loudly in her chest. Darren didn’t scare her, but her sister potentially having to suffer for it did.

She didn’t want to tell Harper and upset her but it would also upset her if she didn’t and Harper found out later. She was glad she had elected to take the grocery store errand and that Harper didn’t or it would be a very different conversation they’d be having

Madison checked out, not even sure she'd gotten everything, and made her way home, noting Seth’s car absent from his driveway, but that Harper’s car was parked in theirs.

She made her way very slowly inside, dreading the conversation she was going to be forced to have with her, and found her at the island in the kitchen.

Harper glanced up with a big smile but it faded a little when she saw her face “You didn’t hit another car in the parking lot, did you?” she teased.

Maddie shook her head and cleared her throat “I ran into Darren while I was at the store, i was just grabbing-“ she sighed, it didn’t really matter what she was grabbing “Nevermind, when he approached me, he acted like he just happened to be there at the same time, which was fine, until he started looking around, waiting, as if you were just going to walk up to us right there in the store, and when you didn’t he got really….” Maddie trailed off “Angry. He started asking where you were, how he could contact you. If I could give you a message-“

Harper’s face was unreadable, and Maddie wasn’t sure if she was mad or sad or even maybe a little bit scared. It had upset Maddie that she’d seen him and he made a huge scene like that, but it would upset her more if this upset Harper.

Sighing, Harper ran her hand through her hair, and sat down with her sister at the island shoulders slouched “He knows where I am,” she sighed, “He’s just too scared to come here.”

They shared a smile and Maddie said, “Dad.”

“Exactly. I can be safe here-” Maddie frowned hoping that Harper wasn’t alluding to what she thought she was “Hey,” she took her sister’s arm, “He never hurt me. Not in the way you think. And he didn’t hurt you, right?”

“I would have cut his hand right off if he had touched me.” Harper laughed and hugged Maddie to her.

”You still going out with your friends?”

Maddie nodded. She had lunch planned with friends mostly as a distraction and to give her some extra thinking time before she saw Seth later on. She would be prepared by then.

“Good, you go get ready, I’ll put the groceries away. Before you go, my new number is on the fridge, and if you need me and I’m not in here, I’ll be by the pool.”

Madison stood and squeezed her hand “I’m really glad you left him Harper. He never deserved you.”

She made her way through the house and up the steps to her room to ready herself for lunch with friends.

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Seth was sitting on his bed with his arms crossed staring at the opposite wall. His house was completely silent, which was unusual under normal circumstances but now with Svech living there it was even more. He’d watched Madison leave early, and then leave again and had been sitting in silence since then thinking about her.

He’d done a lot of reflection over the last few hours, having not slept barely at all, and he’d come to the conclusion that he and Madison just made sense. The writing had been on the wall for years and he’d been so wrapped up in hockey that he hadn't been playing close enough attention. If he had it wouldn’t have taken him 21 summers to realize that there’d always been something there just under the surface. It couldn’t be undone now, and it almost made him laugh at how dumb he was. Things he’d forgotten about were starting to come back to him. Most of their close friends knew that their friendship was strictly a friendship. But there had been some questions about them and their relationship over the years.

“So what’s with you and Madison Alexander?”

Seth looked up and frowned at Meghan, a girl he’d been kind of hanging out with for the last week or so. She was picking at a manicured fingernail and glanced up.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged and crossed her arms “Well you guys seem close and she’s the most popular girl in school.” She said it with some bitterness. Madison was in fact the most popular girl in school and for good reason. She was gorgeous, friendly and approachable, and Seth could tell Meghan was jealous. Madison’s popularity wasn’t anything new to him though and he never really thought about her the way others did. But Meghan was obviously insecure and he could sort of understand why.

She was popular but not Madison popular and the one times they’d crossed paths Meghan had been standoffish. Maddie seemed to not notice, but Seth did and it was starting to make sense now.

“And that’s got what to do with anything?”

Meghan shrugged “Just wondering.”

“Mads is my oldest friend. We basically grew up together.”

“And you like her?”

Seth paused and turned to her “No….? Not like that anyways-“

“Then why’d you blow me off for her last night?”

He hadn’t.

Well sort of. He was supposed to hang out with Meghan the night before but he’d spent the afternoon with Maddie and Harper next door. So when they’d insisted he come with them to get food, he had cancelled plans with Meghan and went with Maddie and Harper instead, unbeknownst to them.

He liked Meghan but she could be a lot, and hanging out with Maddie and Harper was so easy.

“I just-“

“I think your hanging out with me and hooking up with her or the other one behind my back.”

“Woah woah hang on.” He held up a hand “First of all, I’m not hooking up with Madison and if I was I wouldn’t be hanging out with you, and second of all, Harper is 23 and used to babysit us. What is your problem? Maddie’s been nothing but nice since you met her.”

“I don’t want you hanging out with her.”

Seth’s mouth fell open “Are you kidding? Your telling me who I can and can’t hang out with? We’ve been talking for like a week.”

“Okay well let me make it really easy for you then. If you wanna continue to talk, and you wanna date me, you can’t be friends with her.” She crossed her arms “Pick one.”

Serbs mouth fell open and he scoffed “Okay. Her.”

The smile slipped from her face and her mouth opened “Wh-what did you say?”

“Her.”

Meghan started yelling and pointing and calling him names, which he wasn’t surprised about, and next thing he knew he was making his way through his backyard and into Madison’s.

She smiled and waved “Hey you okay?”

He sat down on the chair next to her “Fine why?”

She raised an eyebrow and he sighed “You know that girl? Meghan that I was hanging out with?”

“Mhm.” She curled a leg underneath her and pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“She-I blew her off to hang out with you guys last night-“

“Seth why would-“

“And she told me that if I wanna date her I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

Maddie looked alarmed and her lips parted “Wow. That escalated uh-fast. So what did you say?”

He gave her a long look “You’ve been a great friend so it sucks that we have to stop being friends this way -“ but he couldn’t even get the words out before he started laughing.

A smile broke out across her face “You douche.”

“I’m kidding. I told her that I didn’t think it was gonna work. I’m not going to give up my friends.”

“I get it but still. That’s not fair of her to ask in my opinion and for her to think we’re hooking up is crazy.”

He chuckled and leaned back arms crossed “Not really. She thought I was hooking up with Harper too.”

“WHAT.”

A splash from next door interrupted his thoughts and he pushed himself up into a kneeling position on his bed. From his room he could see clear into both the Alexander’s back yard, Maddie’s room and part of the kitchen. It had made for one hell of a vantage point for years of hide and seek.

But what surprised him even more was that the splash from the pool was not only Harper, but Svech as well. A bold move he thought to himself with a smile and a chuckle.

Oh he was so getting in on this.

**********

It was late afternoon when Maddie returned home, now noting that all the cars, except her dads cruiser, were accounted for in both driveways, and that Seth and Andrei were both out front.

Fuck.

She hadn’t talked to him all day, assuming he too was deep in thought about what had happened the night before or he was avoiding her. She’d also been a little worried that maybe he hadn’t been thinking about her at all. Maybe it was just another kiss with another girl and things would go back to normal. Either way, she wasn't about to reach out first. She didn’t even know what to say to him.

By the time she got out of the car Andrei had all but disappeared and Seth was making his way over looking at her apprehensively and smiled “Hi.”

She felt her knees get weak and sucked in a breath “Hi.”

She shut her car door and made her way to the front meeting him in the middle. He looked nervous, and she reached forward grabbing his hand and motioned towards her house with a smile “Come on.”

Harper wasn’t in the lower half of the house, and was presumably unpacking in her basement apartment. Seth followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom, which he’d been in before but that was before he’d kissed her in the backyard.

She shut the door behind her and turned to him, brushing past him and sitting on her bed. She patted the space next to her motioning for him to sit. He felt nervous and sweaty and he had no clue what was going on with him. He never got nervous to talk to girls but kissing her last night had rattled him.

Maddie was different. But thinking back he realized she’d always been different to him.

He cleared his throat “So about last night. Should we talk about it?” His arm brushed hers and sent goosebumps across it and despite the warm weather she gave a little shiver.

Maddie looked at her legs dangling off the bed and smiled “Probably..” she had her hands resting on her knees and tentatively he reached out to hold one, resting it there a second before he spoke.

“You know I really care about you right?”

She nodded, her thumb sweeping across the skin of his hand “Yes.”

“And I would never jeopardize our friendship if I didn’t think that maybe we were more than that?…Are we more than that?”

“I think we could be. If you want that is.” She smiled at him, hair spilling over her shoulder as she turned her head to the side. If she hadn’t been holding his hand he would have thought this was a dream. She’d smiled at him more times than he could count, but never like this. It made his stomach churn, and his heart start to pound.

“More than you know. So does that mean I can kiss you again?”

She smiled and nodded, meeting him halfway fingers still intertwined with his. He kissed her very slowly and sweetly, the hand that wasn’t holding hers came up to slide up her neck and rest on her cheek.

It did not last.

Years of feelings and sexual tension began to bubble over like water on a stove. She gave him a little tug and they moved over the bed, her underneath him as he slotted himself between her legs and a hand tangled in her hair. She lost track of what she was doing and let out a breath when he ground his pelvis into hers.

“Is your dad home?” He murmured against her mouth, breath coming out in gasps.

“No.” She pulled the back of his shirt up, tugging it over his head and tossing it down on the floor. She unbuttoned the tank top she was wearing as he sprung the zipper on her shorts and pulled them down her legs, leaning forward to kiss her again as she pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Her heart was beating so loud it was drowning out the hearing in her ears but not enough that they didn’t hear the front door slam from downstairs startling them apart.

“Girls! You home?” Her dad called. She heard his footsteps start to come up the steps and Seth jumped off of her, looking around in a panic. She jumped up nearly falling over as she yanked her shorts up and threw on his shirt, shoving him inside her closet just as her dad knocked on the door. She took a deep breath and opened it.

“Oh hey dad-what uhm. What’s up?” She was breathing heavy and leaned against the door.

He was frowning at her “Are you okay?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be okay?” She chuckled a little.

He looked past her into her room and then down at her clothes “Who’s shirt is that?”

“Oh it’s-mine, it’s mine. I found it in my closet.” She was a terrible liar and she could see her dad didn’t believe a word she said.

He nodded slowly eyebrows raised “Right. Is your sister home?”

“I think she’s in the basement.”

“Okay are you staying in for the rest of the day?”

She glanced at the closet “Mhm.”

“Great. I’m going to go talk to Harper and then get some sleep.”

“Okay sounds good. Get some rest big guy, you deserve it. Love you.” She called leaning out the doorway with a big smile.

He chuckled “Love you too Mads.”

She closed the door casually and locked it, letting out the breath she’d been holding and creeping across the floor to open the closet. Seth was crying with laughter inside the closet, hand over his mouth as he leaned on the wall and whispered “He definitely knew I was in here. He’s gonna kill me I-“

“He’s definitely going to kill you if he hears you in here now shh!” Madison shushed him with a giggle and made her way across the room to close her curtains, and flipped her tv on, leaving them in partial darkness. She pulled Seth’s shirt over her head and handed it to him, reaching for her own shirt on the end of the bed.

He sat on her bed and shrugged it back on “This looks better on you.” He watched her with admiration as she pulled the tank top back on over her shoulders and buttoned it, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

She smiled at him and turned the volume on the tv up enough that they could talk undetected and seated herself next to him, getting as close as she possibly could. Though this was the first time she’d ever laid next to him in bed in a romantic way, it felt so natural. Like they’d been doing this since forever, almost as if it was meant to be. He ran a hand up her arm to her shoulder, turning slightly so he could lean down to kiss her again, but she pulled away, instead running her lips over his jaw, tongue sliding across his neck.

She could feel him squirming around and smiled a little.

“Stop.” He pulled her mouth off his neck, holding her face in his hands.

“Stop what?”

“You know what. If you keep doing that I’m gonna start yelling. And then you know what’ll happen.”

“My dad finding you in my room half dressed? He’d probably shoot you.”

“Your dad loves me.” he ran a hand up the side of her neck.

“Not that much.” She sucked in a breath as he leaned down to kiss her again, hand brushing up under her shirt. As his fingers moved across her waist, goosebumps bloomed across her skin and she gave a shiver. She wanted to so bad, but her sisters room was directly under hers and her dad was just down the hall.

He pulled back to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek “You know we can’t do this right?” He said quietly with a small frown “Not with an audience. And I wanna do this right.”

She nodded and sighed “I know. Where though?” She added with a chuckle.

He laughed and ran his fingers through her hair “We’re in our 20s. It’s supposed to be easier to find places to hook up, not harder.”

She chuckled and sighed “I know. But I live with Elliot Stabler and the genius who’s spiraling in the basement and these walls are paper thin. How do you think Harper knows about all the bad shit we did growing up.”

He laughed and ran a finger across her collarbone “True. My house is out of the question too, between my parents and Svechy. Hey we-“

“Absolutely not.” She said putting a hand up.

“You don’t even-“

“The Tiguan is out of the question Seth.”

His mouth fell open and he deflated a little “Okay okay. Just a suggestion sheesh….but out of curiosity why not? Is there something wrong with my Tiguan?”

“That thing is one hopped curb short of being held together by duct tape. Too much movement and it’s falling apart.”

“You have a lot of confidence in my abilities.”

She rolled her eyes and gave the skin on his waist a squeeze “Guess that means you’ll have to really wow me.”

“Oh I’ll wow you.” He said leaning down to kiss her.

Hours later, she’d managed to sneak Seth out undetected and sent him back to his house with another quick kiss and a wave and she was now lying across her bed fighting the urge to kick and squeal because her dad was still asleep down the hall.

She felt her phone buzz and picked it up to see a message from Seth.

What are the odds you can sneak out later?

She smiled and glanced up through the curtains at his window Not so great. That’s the trouble living with a trained investigator.

Damn. Guess I’ll just have to visualize. So what’re you wearing?

Madison giggled and put a hand over her mouth eyes swiveling to the ceiling An oversized shirt and socks.

That’s it? Nothing else?

Like what?

Nothing underneath?

Maddie grinned evily Why would there be? I don’t wear underwear

Across the yard, in Seth’s room a phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. He let his head fall back and huffed.

She was killing him.

He’d kissed her on two occasions and she had him wrapped, but before he could have any more thoughts about Madison, or her underwear or anything, Svech burst through the door to his bedroom startling him.

“Do they not practice KNOCKING in Russia Jesus Christ.” He said grabbing the spot over his heart.

“What are you smiling about? And where you been all afternoon?” Andrei asked him sitting at the end of his bed.

“None of your business nosey. How goes the plan to get Harper to acknowledge your existence? Or are you still invisible?”

“Ha ha.” He said squinting at him “We’re not talking about me.”

Seth laughed and shrugged “I’m just having a good day is all.”

“And does that good day have a name? Madison maybe?”

Seth kicked at him “Never you mind about my good day. What’s the next step in your master scheme? You’ve tried stalking, complimenting-“

“I did not stalk her-“

“You.” Seth said sitting up pointing at him “Showed up at her job to go running when she didn’t want you there. I don’t know what they call that in Russia but here that’s stalking my guy.”

“And you.” Andre said pointing at him “Went with me so that makes you an accomplice. And I did it at the suggestion of your good day.”

“My good day never explicitly told you-“

“Aha! So she is your good day.” Andrei said slapping him on the shin and grinning.

Seth sputtered at him for a second before he broke out into a smile “Fuck off.”

“Joking, I’m joking. Is that what Harper meant by “Being good to my sister? Or whatever she said.”

“I think so. Maddie must have said something, I don’t know. Harper knows everything about everyone so maybe she just guessed. She’s smart.” He tapped his temple and Andrei rolled his eyes.

“So tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Don’t be an idiot okay?”

Seth was laughing and shrugged “It’s been nice. We gotta get you your own Alexander sister buddy.” He slapped him on the back and stood “Come on, can we go eat I’m starving. We can hatch a plan to make Harper fall in love with you before the summers over.”

Andrei watched as Seth stood and cleared his throat “So you think she might like me a little bit? Maybe?”

Seth grinned “ She will if I have anything to do with it.”

**************

Maddie made her way through the house looking for Harper. She couldn’t talk with her dad about it, and her friends had been too wrapped up with their stuff to pay Maddie and her summer dramas any mind. In fact it had been over a week since she’d even seen or spoken to them. While Harper gave great advice, she was also uniquely qualified to speak about her and Seth because she’d basically raised both of them. Harper wouldn’t steer her wrong.

But really Maddie just wanted to talk. As a teen, before Harper moved out, they’d spent many nights talking and giggling together until their dad finally had to enforce curfew because they were keeping him up at night.

But as Maddie opened the basement door to descend the steps, she heard Harper crying. She paused and stood at the top of the stairs for second before she backed up and shut the door quietly. She wouldn’t bother Harper with this. As she made her way through the kitchen she spotted Seth and Andrei making their way though the driveway to Seth’s car talking and laughing. Seth spotted her through the large kitchen window and smiled and waved at her, which she returned before she made to turn and ran smack into her dad.

“Jesus dad I-“

“You going out with them?” He nodded to the Jarvis’s driveway.

“Me? No im going to sketch a while. Why would I be going out with them?”

“Did you or did you not go golfing with them yesterday?”

She chuckled “How did-Yeah but what’s that have to do with anything?”

He crossed his arms and peered down at her “And which one was in your room when I came home?”

Maddie wanted to shrivel up and die right there on the hallway rug as she looked up at her dad. Though historically he wasn’t a yeller, she and Harper had never really tested his patience. Maddie had always been more trouble prone than her sister but having a boy into her bedroom closet was a new one. They’d always followed the house rules, and their dad was laid back for the most part.

But he didn’t seem angry. He stood staring at her eyebrows raised “Hmm?”

Maddie felt her face get red and cleared her throat, straightening up and looking her dad in the eye “Seth.”

Surprise registered across his face and his mouth opened “Really?”

She hoped that because her dad loved Seth and had watched him grow up that he wouldn’t be as upset about it if it had been Andrei, a guy who had just shown up a week ago. She cleared her throat, crossing her fingers behind her back and smiled hopefully at her dad “So how much trouble am I in?”

He shrugged “Why would you be in trouble?”

“Because I lied. I had a boy in my bedroom….i lied? Really nothing?”

He frowned but looked amused “Do you want to be in trouble?”

She shook her head “No.”

“Okay then. But don’t do it again.” He warned pointing a finger at her.

“Yessir.” She said with a salute and a stifled giggle as she moved past her dad and up the steps pulling out her phone to text Seth with a small smile.

M: My dad knows you were in my closet. He said he’s looking for you.

S: WHAT.

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athenaswrath · 7 months

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Do you have any prompts or are you open to any requests?

Right at this moment I'm open to general requests. I'll post a list of prompts, probably after I finish my current ongoing series

I'm open to write for

Hurricanes

Canucks

Devils

Kraken

Jeremy Swayman

Mathew Barzal

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tessisawriter · 4 years

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Tell Him (Andrei Svechnikov ft. Braden Holtby)

Request: Imagine being [Holtby’s] sister and dating Andrei Svechnikov but [Holtby] doesn’t know

A/N: Text messages are in bold. The original request was for Y/N to be Ovechkin’s sister, but since he is on my “Players I Don’t Write For” list, I switched it to Braden Holtby.

Warnings: Two swear words, angst

Word Count: 2.5k

It was hard enough being the Capitals’ star goalie Braden Holtby’s little sister, but try that while secretly dating superstar winger and member of the rival Hurricanes Andrei Svechnikov. That’s hard on steroids.

Things would’ve been a lot easier if you had fessed up to Braden already. But alas, you were sitting in primo seats in the PNC Arena in Raleigh three days after Christmas, watching your boyfriend’s team shell your brother, who of course had to be in net tonight, with quality shots. Braden wasn’t playing all that well, and you were on the edge of your seat, anxiously watching the action.

“Five minutes left.” Your sister-in-law, Brandi, was sitting next to you, and from the look of her shoulders, the tension was obvious.

“I can’t tell him tonight. He’s going to be so pissed!”

“I hate to say I told you so, Y/N, but: I told you so.”

As you turned to glare at her, the goal horn blared and everyone got up out of their seats to celebrate. You whipped your head back around in the direction of the Capitals’ net and saw Andrei in the middle of a group hug with his teammates. He was pointing at you and grinning widely. Braden took his helmet off and stared at the scene playing out in front of him.

“Looks like you don’t have a choice, honey.” Brandi patted you on the shoulder.

“I told him not to fucking do that, and what does he do? He does it!” you groused as you watched Andrei high five his teammates.

“He clearly agrees with me.” You didn’t answer Brandi because she was right.

You met Andrei eight months ago while his and your brother’s teams were playing against each other in the first round of the playoffs, but you didn’t start dating until you started school at Duke. While you weren’t that far away from your brother and Virginia, you were homesick, and you got Andrei’s number when you met him in the spring, so you ended up calling him during your second week at school and asking him to hang out.

It was nice hanging out with Andrei. While he didn’t live in Durham, he was only 30 minutes away in Raleigh, so he knew the area well enough, and he helped you settle in to life in North Carolina while you helped him improve his English (he was from Russia, and while he spent some time in the States before joining the Hurricanes, his English still needed some work). Within a few weeks, you were dating.

It scared and amazed you at the same time how fast you fell for Andrei. He was spontaneous and knew exactly how to cheer you up, making corny jokes that sucked so badly they were funny. Andrei was tired of hiding your relationship, and while you wanted nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops, you were afraid of disappointing Braden.

Braden was both your older brother and a father figure of sorts, since he was 12 years older than you. You moved to the States for high school and lived with him, his wife, Brandi, and your niece and nephew in Virginia. You loved your big brother and always confided in him about your problems, so it felt weird keeping such a big secret from him, but you did because you didn’t know how he would react. While Braden never explicitly told you to not date a hockey player, Andrei was a star player on one of the Capitals’ biggest rivals. And he just killed any chances of Braden’s team winning the game tonight.

Tonight was the worst possible night to drop the bomb on him, but Andrei just made it impossible to stall any longer.

You sat with your head in your hands for the remainder of the game, even when Panik cut the deficit from 6-3 to 6-4, because the game was effectively over. Besides, you had to figure out the best way to break the news to your brother about your relationship with Andrei, and fast.

***************

You were quaking in your boots as you stood in front of the Capitals’ dressing room, waiting for your brother to come out.

“Whatever happens, Y/N, I’ll be there,” Brandi reassured you. “He’s going to be mad at first, but he’ll forgive you. He loves his baby sister.” She ruffled your hair.

“I’m glad you figured it out: I would’ve gone insane if you hadn’t known, either.”

“I was a teenage girl once too, you know.”

You smiled at her. Brandi figured it out on Christmas Eve when Braden asked you and Brandi to accompany him to Raleigh for the second half of the back-to-back, and you initially said no. When Braden asked you why not, you made up a lame excuse about being tired from a long semester, and while he bought it, Brandi didn’t and pulled you aside after Braden went to bed. Telling her about your secret relationship lifted some of the weight off of your shoulders.

“And you made a smart choice wearing his jersey,” Brandi added.

You looked down at the three white stars and navy letters on the front of your red jersey before glancing at the white number 70 on your sleeve. Little did she know that you weren’t wearing an ordinary black t-shirt under your jersey, but instead Andrei’s shirsey that he gave you earlier this afternoon as a belated Christmas present. You might’ve told Braden and Brandi that you were taking an Uber back to campus to see some of your friends when in reality, you went to Andrei’s apartment. At least it wasn’t a complete lie: you took an Uber.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you jumped, not knowing who it was until you turned around and found your victorious boyfriend smiling at you.

“Hi, babe.” He peppered your cheeks with kisses.

“Andrei!” you whined, but you liked having his undivided attention.

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat. Still in Andrei’s arms, you turned to find your brother scowling at you, arms crossed against his chest. “Bray, I can explain—”

“Explain what? That you’ve been clearly been dating him and sneaking around behind my back to do it?” Braden rarely raised his voice, but the raw hurt in his tone made you wish he did. “I thought we had a better relationship than that.”

“Braden—”

“Brandi, I’m booking us another night at the hotel and I’ll make arrangements for us to fly out tomorrow. I don’t want to see her until we go to the airport.”

You started to cry. “I’m so sorry, Bray, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“I can’t deal with this right now. Let’s go, Brandi.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and away from you while you sobbed into Andrei’s chest.

***************

It was a silent drive back to Andrei’s apartment. Since you had nowhere else to go for the night, he insisted you stay with him.

Andrei parked the car in his space and as soon as you got out of the car, your phone chimed with a text.

“Is it him?” Andrei asked.

You shook your head as you looked at the screen. “It’s Brandi.”

Her text read: Are you staying with Andrei?

You shot a quick Yes back before walking into the building, Andrei following you.

While you were in the elevator, three grey dots appeared on the screen. You and Andrei watched as they disappeared and a text popped up in its place: I’m sorry about Braden. He just needs the night to calm down/process.

You swallowed before typing back: I get it and the elevator doors opened on Andrei’s floor.

The grey dots appeared again when you were settled on top of the bed, Andrei’s arms wrapped around you, and the next text read: We have a private plane leaving at 2PM from Raleigh. Be at the airport at noon.

Followed quickly by another one: And bring Andrei with you.

You looked at your boyfriend. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I’ve got to face him at some point, and besides, we should tell him together. Properly, I mean.”

You smiled for the first time since you saw Braden outside the locker room. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.” Andrei gently kissed you on the lips before pulling away and saying, “You should answer her.”

“Oh, right.” You typed out the text and sent it—We’ll be there—before realizing something. “Shit. My carry-on is with the Caps’ bags!”

You hurriedly texted Brandi, and she quickly replied: Don’t worry; I have it. You’re good with the clothes you have on, right?

You cringed. “This is not good.”

Andrei leaned over to read the text. “What do you mean…? Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I’m wearing your shirsey!”

“You can borrow one of my other shirts.”

“Do you own any non-Hurricanes related clothing?”

“Of course I do!” Andrei huffed.

“Wait, let me rephrase that: do you have any shirts not related to hockey in general?”

This time, Andrei paused. “I do…somewhere.”

“It’s all right, we’ll worry about it in the morning. I just really want to go to sleep.”

Andrei got up off the bed and went over to his drawers while you texted Brandi to say good night. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a Hurricanes t-shirt for you to wear and tossed them to you. You smiled and went into the bathroom to change.

When you came back out, Andrei was already tucked into bed, and he was shirtless.

“Come here, babe.” He held out his arms to you, and you collapsed in the bed next to him. “I’m really behind on laundry, so I don’t have another clean shirt. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, babe.” A moment of silence passed before you continued: “You were right, you know. I should’ve told him earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I get where you were coming from.” He kissed your cheek and you snuggled further into his arms. Before you could fall asleep, though, he added: “A private plane, though? Really?”

You chuckled. “Leading your team to a Stanley Cup has its perks. Not that he uses them often; leave that to Ovi.”

You could feel the vibrations of Andrei’s laughter as he pulled you even closer to him than before.

***************

You were so tense on the drive to the airport, not even Andrei’s bad jokes could make you smile.

Brandi texted you earlier that morning, telling you Braden was still in a bad mood but that she expected him to forgive you. You weren’t so sure he would. He had never acted like this before, and you were scared you ruined your relationship with your brother.

Your stomach churned as you and Andrei walked up to the terminal entrance.

“Are you okay?” Concern was written all over his face.

“No. But there’s no turning back now,” you said and grabbed Andrei’s hand as you walked through the doors.

Brandi and your brother were waiting on the other side of the door.

“Hey, Bray,” you said, trying to sound as casual as you could. “I—”

“How long?” Braden cut you off.

You gulped. “Almost five months.”

“Five months.” The last part came out like a whisper, so he cleared his throat before continuing. “Wow, okay. Look, I’m sorry about last night. I should never have left you in the arena like that. But I was really upset, and I still am.”

There was a terrible silence before Andrei blurted out: “I’m the one who insisted we keep it from you. Don’t blame her; it’s all on me.”

Braden regarded him for a moment. “I know for a fact that’s not true, but I like that you’re defending my sister. If you don’t mind, though, can I talk to her alone for a moment?”

“Sure, I’ll just—”

“You don’t need to leave, we’ll talk over there.” Braden pointed at the big windows, and you followed him.

“Y/N, I want you to know that I’m not mad about you dating Andrei. I mean, it upset me at first, but it’s because so many changes have happened: you went off to college, and now you have a boyfriend…but I’m over it now. You have to live your life.” He cleared his throat. “There is one thing, though: I’m hurt that you felt you couldn’t tell me. Why did you feel that way?”

You felt a tear fall down your cheek. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Andrei plays for one of your biggest rivals.”

Braden scoffed. “I couldn’t care less about that. I care about the way he treats you, and from what I’ve seen so far, he’s good to you. I think he might even love you.”

You blushed. “I think I might love him, too.”

“Then that’s all that matters. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you, Y/N.” Braden wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. You held on as if he were going to disappear.

“I love you too, Bray.”

You pulled away from the hug, only to find Andrei and Brandi standing right behind you.

“Are you guys good?” Brandi asked.

“We’re good.” You smiled.

“Thank God, I don’t ever want to see you two fight again.” She came over and hugged you.

“As for you, Andrei,” Braden turned his attention to your boyfriend. “Just because I live in Virginia doesn’t mean I won’t come down here and kick your ass if you hurt my sister.”

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting her.”

“Good. Now I know you’re an adult,” he shifted his attention back to you, “but promise me you’ll stay in the dorms on weeknights and not take your focus off your studies. You’ve worked so hard to get here, and you’re going to graduate from college.”

“Yes, Dad,” you joked.

“Okay, I think we’ve covered everything. I’ll give you two a moment.” Braden grabbed Brandi’s hand and walked over to the ticketing counter.

“I’m so glad it went well,” you said.

“I knew it would: he’s just protective of you.”

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Anytime. When do you come back?”

“Nine days.”

“Ugh, it feels so far away,” he whined, and you laughed.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned in and kissed him.

“Ahem! No PDA around me!” Braden shouted, and you and Andrei pulled away from each other laughing.

“Call me when you land?”

“I will. See you soon.” You kissed Andrei on the cheek before joining Braden and Brandi at the ticketing counter to go back home.

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sc0tters · 1 year

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Welcome Wagon | Andrei Svechnikov

summary: when less that fortunate circumstances cause you to live with your older brother, you realise it might not be as bad as you once thought once you meet his teammate Andrei.

song: Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: like three swear words, two allusions to sexual thoughts but nothing explicit.

word count: 2.76k

authors note: to the person who requested this, I hope you have the best day like ever! As a proud cat owner it was only right that I picked that Andrei picture. Wikipedia was where I got all of the little facts and Google is where I went for the Russian nickname used in this. Realised that I honestly didn’t keep to the song as much as a probably should have but I hope you still like this! If you want to check out more from the celly you can do so here!

You were never a fan of stability.

Deemed the wild child of the Staal family or as you liked to see it, the accident child given that there was over 9 years between you and your closest brother in age.

Never truly seeming to settle in a place as you had moved all around the US after getting your degree in Canada last year.

All four of your brothers were worried about it when you used your one call to get out of jail on the youngest of the boys, Jared. You thought that he would be the understanding one since he had spent a night in jail before, but clearly you were wrong when you were met with an irritated Jordan who was stood at the door of the police station with his arms crossed. The idea of trying to explain to him that you arrested for trespassing because of a drunk truth or dare game was not something you wanted to hear the lecture about so instead you just ignored the entire interrogation from him.

You had to admit that you were impressed by the way he stood up. Within two weeks you were moved into the guest bedroom of his home where he could keep a watchful eye on you before you gave either one of your parents a heart attack.

The first month went by pretty slot for you, despite your best efforts Jordan didn’t want you meeting his teammates as he feared what they might do when they knew you were there. Jordan knew that you weren’t ugly -as much as the boys like to make you think that you were when you were a child- and he knew that there were key players in the team that if they made a move on you then you’d be in your brothers arms in a week in tears complaining how they broke your heart. As much as he wanted to act like his teammates were better than that, he knew that you had a type and some of the Canes players slotted right into that category.

One player that wasn’t on his radar was Andrei, the total Russian softie. The winger had actually come over one day as Heather had convinced Jordan to invite the lonely boy over for dinner. Andrei had just been dumped by his long term girlfriend and it was safe to say that he had been a wreck “you’re shorter than I thought you’d be. You blurted out as you opened the door as you were met with the boy.

It was suffice to say that Andrei was shocked by your forwardness “you’re not as polite as I thought you’d be.” He shot back wondering who you were.

A giggle fell from your lips as you smiled “I think I’m going to like you.” You confessed as you leaned backwards to look towards the kitchen “Andrei is here!” You called out as you waited for Jordan to make his way over to the door.

Jordan sent you a warning look to behave as he knew what you were like sometimes “I see you’ve met my sister,” the Canes captain pointed out as he motioned to you.

Just as predicted you stuck your hand out “y/n,” you introduced yourself as you smirked. You could see the way that Andrei’s face dropped, everyone and their mother knew that if there’s one person you don’t go for. It’s your captains sister.

Now what you did next was not your proudest of moments, but you wanted to see how face you could push the boy “but you could call me anything you want.” There was a playful gleam in your eyes as you watched the Russian turn red.

Jordan scoffed as he reminded you that he was still there “inside,” your brother rolled his eyes as he pushed you back inside letting the younger hockey player come in too.

Heather couldn’t help but laugh as she could already see what you were plotting “he’s a good kid,” she pointed out as you nodded.

You just smiled “I’m sure he’s good at a lot of things.” Your words were a mumble that only the two of you could hear “preach to that.” It was comforting that your brothers wife was your little cheerleader in what was inevitably going to get at least one of you in trouble.

That dinner had gone down like fine wine as you let your eyes do more talking than your mouth. You would let them linger on the Russian long enough for him to know that you were definitely interested but not to the point where it was weird and inappropriate. Heather had helped your cause when she convinced Jordan to come check on the kids with her as Andrei was leaving “thanks for dinner,” he smiled as he waved the duo up the stairs.

The North Carolina air was humid as it hit your faces “isn’t the boy meant to walk the girl back to her car after the first date?” You joked as you cracked your cheeky grin.

It was actually really nice for Andrei to have someone in his life who was displaying this much interest in him “our first date is not going to involve your brother.” He was quick to point out as he got to his car.

You had to admit that your thighs were very much clenched in that moment “who says that I want to go on a date with you?” You asked as your crossed your arms sending him a thoughtful glance.

That moment when the hockey players lips turned into a smirk you were taken off guard “I’ve been seeing the way you’ve looked at me all night.” Andrei explained as he took a step forward as he brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt your cheeks turn pink at the moment of intimacy “you’re going to need a way to contact me then,” you pointed out as you held your hand out so he could put his phone in it.

The hockey player let out a soft laugh as he shook his head before he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He loved the sound of your nails tapping on his screen as you put your contact info into the device “look forward to hearing from you Andrei.” You smiled as you handed his phone back to him.

The boy placed his phone back into his pocket “don’t miss me too much now radnaja,” he sent you a soft salute but was almost knocked off of his feet when you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him “goodnight Andrei.” You mimicked your actions before you began to walk away making sure that you let out your little laughing cheer before the door was between you two.

Month two of living with Jordan was all of a sudden far more interesting once Andrei let it slip to Pyotr that the Canadians sister was living with him. Within two days you ended up meeting the whole team. Most nights you spent sat on FaceTime with the winger as you two spoke about stupid shit. The topics ranged from what your plans were to what stupid shit Jordan did during the day “I’ve got to get going,” you let out a giggle as you had been trying to get off of the call for the last twenty minutes.

Andrei forced his lips into a pout “don’t leave me just yet radnaja.” He begged as you playfully rolled your eyes.

You fiddled with the ends of your hoodie strings “if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting clingy Andrei.” Your tongue darted out of your mouth as it swiped across your lower lip.

The boy scoffed as he shook his head “how can I be clingy if we haven’t even gone on that date yet?” He shot back causing you to laugh “who’s fault is that!” You pointed out in a duh tone.

Yes it had been over a month since you met Andrei and after 34 days of talking -not that you were counting because that would have been weird- he still hadn’t taken you on that date that you two spoke about on the first night you met “thinking I’ll get one out of Jack first.” It didn’t take a genius to see that Andrei wasn’t a fan of how your friendship with the American had blossomed. Sure it might have sounded selfish but the Russian wanted you for his eyes and company only.

So naturally your comment caused his expression to harden “I’m taking you out tomorrow.” He announced causing your eyes to go wide.

The way the boys voice got deeper and his eyes went darker made you feel the pool that formed in your panties “how do you know I don’t have plans then already?” You sipped at your water as you held in another laugh.

All Andrei could do was smirk “we both know that you’d cancel them for me.” His voice was confident as he knew what he was talking about, and he certainly wasn’t wrong.

So naturally you had spent the entire next day getting ready for the date. When you came downstairs you were surprised to see that Andrei and Jordan were in the middle of a pretty normal sounding conversation.

Andrei almost lost his entire train of thought when he saw you walking over to them “you better not be threatening him Jordy,” you warned as you sent your brother a serious look.

It made the Canes captain smile how oblivious you were. Andrei had told him about his desires to take you out exactly fifteen days ago. It started with the Russian pulling him aside after training as he was desperate to get it off of his chest “was just telling him to make sure that you are home before midnight.” Now that part was true, Jordan did not need to hear you strolling back into the house at two in the morning because if he did then the captain was going to make a morning training session.

Andrei was quick to nod “should we get going?” He asked as he watched you kiss your brothers cheek as you locked your hand in the Russians before you pulled him out of the house.

Jordan couldn’t help it when he laughed “she’s going to kill him.” He smiled to himself as he shook his head before he walked back to the living room.

The winger was quick to place his arm around your shoulders as he slowed down the pace to his car “you look nice,” his compliment caused your cheeks to turn flushed as you looked up at him “one of us had to look good.” You shrugged softly smiling to yourself as the Russian opened the door for you.

Part of you thought that going on a date with Andrei would be a disappointment, most of the dates you went on with guys your age usually were. You began to think that you were the problem in those dates as you were always the common denominator. But tonight squashed each and every one of those doubts and bits of hesitancy.

You had learnt about Andrei’s family, his favourite Russian words, even what he missed about home. And he had gotten the chance to learn about what brought you to North Carolina.

As he walked you back to the front door of the house you let a smile fall onto your lips “glad you held up on your promise Andrei.” You mumbled as the boy placed his hand on the small of your back.

Andrei couldn’t help it but grin when you brought up your joke from the first night you met him “always knew I would radnaja.” There was that name he kept on using for you.

When you stopped in your tracks it caused him to grow slightly alarmed “what does that mean?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows “what?” He cocked his head as he had no clue what you were talking about.

For someone who had heard the word so many times, you sure did butcher the pronunciation of it “ranada,” it fell from your lips like he should have known exactly what it was.

The hockey player laughed as he used his hand to cup your cheek “Radnaja is like daring.” When he saw that your mouth opened like you were trying to process what he had said, Andrei instantly thought that he had butchered it “darling?” You let out a giggle when he nodded.

All you could do was smile as you looked up at the boy “maybe we should spend some time learning each others languages better.” You proposed causing the boy to chuckle “I like the sound of that.” He nodded as he smiled.

The idea of teaching you Russian made his heart warm, but nothing was going to be prepare him for what you did next “we should do this again soon.” You shrugged as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

The gesture was one that was familiar to the two of you, but somehow he was never going to get used to it.

Andrei was totally unaware of the fact that it was the whole reason why you did it. Yes it might have been a touch manipulative but you loved how you could pull so many reactions from him whenever you did that “goodnight Andrei.” You laughed as you saw Jordan watching the two of through the window.

The captain had no shame as he was honestly just watching out of curiosity, he knew you’d be telling Heather the truth about the date so for Jordan to learn about it he’d have to partake in the game of broken telephone.

Stability used to freak you out, even make you feel out of place. But by month four you were craving it. Another two dates had gone by with Andrei and he still hadn’t kissed you. Don’t get you wrong, you loved how respectful he was as it was a stark difference from the guys you used to be with. Yet you were almost growing concerned that he had lost interest in you. Thankfully though for you, you had voiced these concerns off to Heather who quickly shut them down “he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the world.” She pointed out in a duh tone making it sound like you were the idiot for not picking up on how the boy felt about you.

That conversation with her was how you got to another one of your language lessons with Andrei. Every Tuesday you’d do them if he wasn’t on a road trip “that’s just a stupid phrase!” You scoffed causing the boy to throw his head back in amusement “no it’s not!” He laughed as you threw some popcorn at him.

Tuesday language lessons weren’t complete if they didn’t have snacks “I have a phrase I was you to learn.” It was like a lightbulb moment where you had to do your best to mask your smirk as you tucked your hair behind your ears “I have a phrase I want you to repeat.” You smiled as you inched your leg ever so closer to him “fire away.” Andrei nodded as he placed his hand on your knee.

Somehow you weren’t that nervous to say it “I want you to kiss me.” You blurted out causing his eyes to go wide.

He took a second to process your words before he gave you an ‘are you being serious’ type of look. All you had to do was nod and his lips were on yours. Andrei’s hand that came to cup your cheek was almost the same size as your face but neither one of you seemed to care. In all of it you had somehow found your place on his lap “wait,” you were quick to pull away causing the boy to softly tug at your bottom lip leaving it now slightly swollen “yes?” Andrei asked as he cocked his head.

You tried your best to make it look like were being serious “you haven’t taught me the translation.” You batted your eyelashes at him causing the boy to let out a groan “seriously?”

When his head feel back you couldn’t help but laugh as you hooked two fingers under his chin “I’m just screwing with you.”

Maybe North Carolina wasn’t as bad as it first seemed.

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I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 1

Pairings: Seth Jarvis-Madison Alexander

Andrei Svechnikov-Harper Alexander

Warnings: Language, fluff, some angst, discussions of abusive relationships and manipulation.

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“Harper?” Madison knocked three times at her sisters door before she heard a muffled “Come in”

She eased in just in time to see Harper hurriedly wiping her eyes to cover up that she’d been crying.

Madison plastered a smile on her face and pretended not to notice.

“Hey what’s up?” Harper smiled at her and put a hand on either side of her hips. Her attempt at a coverup would have fooled anyone else, maybe even their dad, but not Madison.

The room around them was half filled with moving boxes, the beginnings of a bed frame, parts stacked neatly in piles, and several boxes of clothes and hangers were opened and being sorted through.

Though it was through unfortunate circumstances, Madison was thrilled to have her older sister back home with them. After the death of their mom, Harper had practically raised Madison and the bond they had was deep. But it had been under quite a bit of strain in recent years. Harper’s boyfriend, Darren, had taken over her life for the last 6 years, turning it inside out. Madison never understood why she let him, and slowly but surely he started to isolate her from her family like all the best narcissists and abusers do. It hurt her and her dad, and for a long time Madison was angry that she would let him come between them like that. After 6 years though, she finally had enough and left Darren, moving back home.

Harper had handled it well on the outside.

But sometimes at night Madison could hear her crying when she thought everyone was asleep, and it broke her heart. She never wanted her sister to feel that way. No one should, but Harper was the best person she knew, and she had been abused by the worst person she knew. It blew her mind that a guy who was so obviously dating up could treat her sister like anything less than gold. And yet here she was at 27, moving back to their childhood home because he had done just that.

“Do you need help?” Madison asked seating herself on a spinning chair and scooching forward on its wheels “You have a lot to unpack and this isn’t even half.”

“No, it’s fine.” She waved her hand to try to dismiss her, “I can do it. I need to decide what I need, what I can give away and what I can store until I can get my own place again-” Harper leaned forward to pick up a box but Madison put a hand on the top, holding it in place.

They stared at each other for a second before Madison spoke quietly.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, you know? Let me help you.”

Harper’s lip trembled a little, as she looked around the room to try to avoid her looking at her. She was never one to ask for help, but was always the first to help her little sister with anything. But she nodded, with a heavy sigh “Okay.”

They smiled at each bother before they busied themselves unpacking. It was quiet at first, but soon enough they were laughing and giggling like little girls.

It was so nice to have her back.

“I think this is everything I can store but there’s still boxes of clothing in the moving truck.” Harper said.

Madison stood and followed her sister through the house and out the front door.

It was hot out, and the birds were chirping as Madison climbed inside the truck and made her way to the boxes in the back, glancing around.

“This box?” Madison said pulling it off a stack of other boxes inside the truck.

“Yes. It has all my running clothes in it.” Harper called from the driveway. Madison adjusted her grip on it and made her way out of the truck, down the ramp and into the driveway and paused when she heard a car door slam.

“Hey!” Harper said brightly “Seth’s home!”

Madison froze as she heard her sister call to him and him respond. She took one look at him, and some random yet very good looking guy with him, and felt weak in the knees. She dropped the box and ran as fast as she could inside the house, and up the steps into her bedroom, slamming the door and sliding down it.

She had completely forgotten about him coming home with everything else that was going on, and she did not want to see him. She, Harper and Seth had grown up together, spending summers playing in the pool, going to the park and creating many childhood memories. She couldn’t remember not knowing Seth or the Jarvis’s.

He’d been in her life for most of her most significant events, from childhood to teen years, around for birthdays, holidays, summers and hockey season and in all those 19 years prior that’s how it had been.

But Madison’s view of her childhood friend had changed in the last year.

And the last time she’d seen him they’d parted on weird terms, something she’d been keeping to herself over the last year.

Outside Harper had made her way across the lawn to greet him. Madison couldn’t hear the details of their conversation as her bedroom window faced the backyard, but she did distinctly hear Seth ask for her, and Harper’s response.

“Uh? I don’t know she was just right here.”

Madison felt bad then. Why was she like this? She’d panicked and taken off and now she hadn’t been able to see Seth, but she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to see Seth. But Seth wanted to see her. This was so confusing.

She listened to the muffled version of whatever they were talking about and then the voices died out, and not long after she heard the door open and her sister’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Mads?” She heard Harper’s voice outside before the door cracked open and she slipped inside

“What was that all about?” Harper looked mildly concerned and while Madison appreciated it, she didn’t want to burden her sister with this when she had real problems. She continued to sketch, pushing on the pencil harder than necessary. Sketching had always been her escape, but now it was doing nothing but giving her anxiety. Harper continued to stare at her but she didn’t look up from her desk “What? I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Madison.”

“Harper.”

“You can’t hide shit from me, you know that. I know something is wrong.”

Madison smiled “You always were the smart one.”

“Smart? Sure, but that’s got nothing to do with it. I know you, and what happened outside, that’s not your normal.”

Madison shrugged, but Harper wasn’t giving up and continued to stare at her until she sighed.

“Fine. Can we keep this between us though?”

Harper was sitting on her bed, hands in her lap and nodded before Madison continued.

“Last summer things got kind of…weird I guess? We were at this party right before he left for camp and he was with some girl and it just pissed me off and we had a fight.”

Harper sat there for a moment, fiddling with her fingernails before she spoke hesitantly, “Was that fight with Seth because you were jealous?”

“No. I was just mad he was with another girl.”

“That’s what jealousy is, Mads.”

Madison blew out a breath “Whatever. So yeah. I’m just not ready to see him yet.” She was looking at her feet.

“Holy shit, Madison, are you telling me that you like Seth?” Harper was fighting a smile.

Madison ran her teeth across her lower lip and looked at her “I think so. I mean why else would I get upset like that if I didn’t, right?”

It had been a long time since Madison liked someone like that and it scared her. And it wasn’t a good look either that she liked him and he didn’t like her.

“Right,” Harper chuckled, “I baby sat both of you for such a long time, and I would have never guessed it’d come to that. Maybe I’m not as good of a sister as I thought I was…Do you think he likes you?”

Madison shrugged “Last time I checked the answer was no. And don’t say that. You’re a great sister.”

“That was last summer though. It could be different now. He’s had a whole season away and a lot of time to think about how things ended between you guys.” Harper was smiling at her encouragingly, but it was honestly the last thing she wanted to do.

“Maybe.”

“Talking to him might help things, or at the very least put things at ease between the two of you. And if he doesn’t know, he can’t act on any feelings he might also have, you know? I’m sure you don’t want my advice though. Not exactly a love expert these days.”

Madison frowned and her eyebrows came together “I always want your advice. You’re the smartest person I know. Don’t ever think for one second that I don’t value what you say or want your opinion.” She frowned at her before a mischievous smile started to make its way across her face “Bitch.”

They started laughing and Harper reached for her to pull her into a hug “You’re smart, kind, and beautiful, Mads. If a guy can’t see that then he’s dumb and not worth your time. And that still applies even if it’s Seth. Guy should know how amazing you are by now.”

“You are also smart, kind and beautiful big sister, and someday a guy will see that. Like that hottie in the driveway WHO was that?!”

Harper glanced at her “He’s Seth’s teammate, Andrei I think-” but she stopped and cleared her throat before she stood “Anyways, I have some boxes to unpack in the basement. I’ll be there if you need me.”

Harper gave her a smile, a kiss on the crown of her head, and told her she would be ordering food and then she left. Madison laid down heavily across her bed and let out a huff.

Now that she’d said it out loud, it didn’t seem so unrealistic that she liked Seth. She’d known him forever, one of the few people who had been in her life the whole time this far, and she was surprised actually that it had taken this long for feelings to develop for at least one of them. She just wished it wasn’t her, or at the very least just her.

She sighed and rolled over, eyes closing.

She had no idea what she was doing, and she was on the verge of ruining her friendship with him. Seth was nice and approachable and had never been afraid to talk to girls. She’d seen it first hand every summer and could only imagine what went on North Carolina. She didn’t even wanna think about it. Relationships were something they never really talked about. She’d dated casually but never had a serious long term relationship, and now that she’d seen what happened to her sister she wasn’t so sure she wanted one. Not that Seth was like Darren, he definitely was not, but the collapse of her sister's engagement and future had shown her that people you love can’t always be trusted to love you back.

Last summer she’d had a fit about him even hanging out with a girl, and her feelings only got bigger during his absence. They partied together pretty much every summer since they were old enough to be without the supervision of her sister, and she was sure he was anticipating that again. She wasn’t so sure she could deal with seeing him with any girls. But she didn’t want to cut him out either. And now he had this teammate next door with him, which was another story. She couldn’t be figuring out her own issues with an audience, one being her sister and the other a stranger.

She laid there for a long time, listening to the sounds of the day beginning to wind down. The sun had set and it was dusky outside when she made her way downstairs.

She needed her charger out of the car and she could vaguely hear Harper on the phone in the basement as she passed.

It had cooled off a little as she stepped outside, glancing over at Seth’s house, thankful he and his new roommate weren’t outside. She made her way to the car and was almost at the passenger door when she heard a voice.

“Madison?” She spun, nearly falling over to find herself face to face with Seth. Where the fuck had he come from? He smiled at her and reached forward to hug her. Her stomach was twisting in knots as she hugged him back, feeling herself stiffen. He didn’t seem to notice. She had thought since the sun was almost down, he and Andrei would either be out somewhere together or inside for the evening.

Apparently she was wrong.

“Seth hi.”

“I’ve missed you. Feels like it’s been forever.”

“Well it kind of has been.”

He was smiling at her and it made her weak in the knees. He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a nudge “Let’s go for a walk. I wanna catch up.”

Madison wanted to say no, but she also wanted to say yes. She nodded and followed him. It was quiet a second before he spoke.

“I was surprised to see Harper back home.” He glanced over his shoulder at the moving truck as they made their way down the street.

“Your not the only one. They broke off the engagement.” Madison smiled widely and Seth started laughing.

“You seem crushed. What happened?”

“My sister finally got tired of taking a backseat. She put her whole life on hold for him, and he treated her like dirt. And my understanding of the whole situation is that he had a nasty temper. She just showed up one day, and then never actually left. She should have left him years ago. The guys worthless and an asshole.”

He nodded “I didn’t really know him, but I’m Team Harper always. I’m sure your dad is happy to have him out of the picture. Both his girls back under the same roof.”

“I think it’s Darren who should be happy my dad hasn’t gotten a hold of him yet. But yeah. He’s really glad she’s back.” She smiled a little.

Seth chuckled and nodded, hands in his pockets “So other than all that how are things? It’s been a while.” He trailed off, glancing over. The air around them got awkward for a second as Madison nodded, pursed her lips, and felt a sinking feeling of guilt “Yeah…I’ve just been really busy with school and stuff.”

Typically they kept in pretty regular contact during the season, but this one had been different. They’d ended on a weird note last August and contact had been somewhat limited since then, and though she missed him a lot, she didn’t want her feelings to get out of control, like they did the last time she’d seen him.

Madison felt a small twinge of annoyance as she watched Seth rest an arm around whatever her names shoulder, smile across his face.

Seth had been her friend forever, and she had always seen him as such. But the minute she’d spotted him smiling at that stupid girl, a feeling she was pretty sure was jealousy came raging out from somewhere deep inside. Her feelings towards him had changed this summer, and if she was being honest it had been happening the last 3 summers. 3 years of feelings for your best friend changing would take a toll on anyone’s nerves. By luck or fate she hadn’t had to jump the hurdle of seeing him with someone else yet. So now that she did, she felt like she was going to throw up.

She was drumming her fingers across the top of the glass table she was sitting at, thankful the sun had gone down so the angry flush on her cheeks couldn’t be seen. She stood, fully prepared to slip out before anyone noticed but she turned to leave and nearly knocked into Seth, and the girl he was holding hands with.

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.”

“For what?” She crossed her arms, ignoring the girl and took a step away from him.

“This is-“

“Yeah I know.” Madison snapped with an eye roll, not even glancing in her direction. She scowled at Seth, downed the remainder of her drink and tossed the cup in the trash, pushing past him and making her way across the lawn and out the front to where her car was parked. She was blazing mad as she neared her car keys in hand.

“Hey.”

She half turned to find Seth himself had followed her out.

“What?”

“What’s your problem?” He looked confused as to why she was giving him the cold shoulder and why she was suddenly leaving.

“I don’t have a problem, I just wanna go home.” Madison made a move to open the car door but he blocked her way. She frowned up at him “Can you move please? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your girlfriend.” She spat the word out like it was poison and he was surprised at her tone. Madison had always been carefree, fun and unbelievably kind. But this was a Madison he had never seen before.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said with a small chuckle.

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

She pulled open the door but he reached across and shut it, leaning down to look at her “Kind of seems like you care.”

Madison sighed and closed her eyes “Please let go of my door. I wanna go home.” She avoided his gaze because she felt like she might cry, and sucked in a breath through her nose, bottom lip trembling a little.

It was silly to expect that like a movie he would look at her one day and maybe notice her for the first time after knowing her this long. She had set herself up to fail from the start.

He huffed and pushed off the car allowing her get in and he watched as she pulled away from the curb. The minute she turned the corner she let loose a river of hot tears that ran down her cheeks and neck, staining her shirt. She cried the whole way home, thankful to see the lights off which meant she would be able to cry in peace without alarming her dad, who was most likely on night shift. She let herself in, pulled her wet shirt off and a dry one on, laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.

She spent much of the next day in her room. Her dad had gotten home in the early hours and had eaten and gone straight to bed, her sister was working and not living at home, and it was too hot to go outside.

She was absently sketching at her desk when she heard a knock at the door.

With an eye roll and a sigh she made her way down the steps and through the house, pulling the door open to find Seth on the other side. She tensed up, blood rushing to her face.

He gave her a small smile “I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye.” He looked down at his feet.

She had forgotten he was leaving today, and she realized that she had ruined the night before, and he would be in North Carolina till next June. After last night she felt dumb and embarrassed but she cleared her throat. She would be without him 9 months at the earliest, and later if they went all the way through playoffs. She was still upset, but she wouldn’t let that ruin the last time she saw him.

“Well. Goodbye. I hope the season goes well.”

He bit his lip. She wasn’t sure if she should hug him or not. She hadn’t left on good terms with him the night before and she felt awkward around him now. But he reached forward and hugged her, pulling her tightly to him, off the front step. He had one hand on her back, and reached the other one up to rest on the back of her head, hand moving over her hair.

“This goodbye feels different.” He said from above her “Like I’m not going to see you again.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m sure I’ll be right here when you get back.”

He let her go, hands sliding to her waist “Are we okay? Last night-“

“Yeah sorry about that- I just-rough day is all.”

He was still frowning, still holding her waist and she was trying so hard to not kiss the daylights out of him. It would have been so easy to do it. To just get it over with before he left. To give him something to think about for the next 9 months, and maybe just maybe spark something. But she didn’t. She stayed rooted to where she was, hoping she wasn’t about to start crying.

“You would tell me if something was wrong right?”

She nodded, looking at his chest before she spoke “Of course I would.”

He nodded and gave her waist a squeeze before he made his way off the porch, across the lawn and to where he was parked.

He paused at his car and gave her a small wave which she returned, before he backed out of the driveway. She leaned on the doorframe watching as he drove down the street and turned, car moving out of sight. She sighed and let her head fall against the frame.

It was going to be a long few months.

“Yeah I’ve heard. My mom kind of keeps me in the loop while I’m gone, but she says your doing great. Fashion design is perfect for you. Your art skills have always been insane.”

Madison nodded and fiddled with a lock of hair “Stop stop. Don’t make me blush.” He was same old Seth. Warm, inviting and exactly how she remembered him. His hair was long now, hanging in his eyes and down the back of his neck, and he looked bigger than the last time she’d seen him, but he was still just Seth.

He however did not feel the same.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time. She was so familiar yet completely different to him. He’d never noticed the blue of her eyes, the way her hair caught the light, and the slow stretch of her smile when she laughed. All the things he’d never noticed about her before were now too hard to ignore. He’d always loved Madison, but this wasn’t the same feeling he’d had before. This was different. These were real, genuine feelings he was feeling and they had completely caught him off guard. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so many years to actually see her.

As they made their way down the street and around the block they fell back into easy conversation and by the time they made it back to their driveways they were laughing and joking like always. After almost a year without her, and irregular conversation it felt nice to see her again. More than ever before maybe.

Seth followed her up to the porch and she turned to him.

“This was nice.” She said quietly, leaning back against the pillar under the porch roof. She was half in shadow, half lit by the pathway lights leading to the front door. He’d stood on her porch hundreds of times, but today it felt exceptionally small.

He wanted to kiss her so bad, and he wondered if she would let him but he stayed where he was and smiled instead.

“It was. Goodnight Mads. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and smiled a real Madison smile that hit him a little more than it normally did “Sure. Goodnight Seth.”

He made his way across the yard pausing before he went inside. She was still standing on the porch, hand braced on the door handle watching him walk. She gave him a small smile and disappeared inside.

He made his way through his house and to his room quietly, careful not to wake anyone. Everyone’s lights were off as he passed by the doors, the sound of the air conditioning units humming being the only noise in the house. In his room he sat heavily on the end of his bed, and caught sight of the picture on the dresser of Madison, Harper and himself five summers ago, sitting on the back steps on the house their families rented each August, smiling widely. He was in the middle, Madison’s head resting on his shoulder, one of her arms looped in his, Harper hanging off the other shoulder, cheek pressed against the side of his head. To his recollection Harper had just met Darren, hockey had begun to get serious, and Madison would turn 16 the following month. It didn’t seem like that long ago, but things had really changed since then. Some for better some for worse, and some he wasn’t quite sure of yet.

He glanced out his window to the backyard, and could see a light on in Madison’s room just filtering through the curtains. He could make out her silhouette as it passed by the window once and then the lights turned out.

He smiled and laid back, arm propped behind his head, thinking about Madison until he fell asleep, wondering if she was thinking about him.

Cool for the Summer: Chapter 2

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Break My Heart (Andrei Svechnikov)

Request: Hi there! May I request an imagine with Andrei Svech where you guys maybe are like borderline dating and then you go for milkshakes after the game and he asks you to be his girl? Change it if you want! xoxo

A/N: I love this prompt, no need to change it! Thanks @sticknpuckwtheboys for telling me about Steak n’ Shake—I was so obsessed with being accurate about milkshake places in NC that I went into a writer’s block, but you got me out of it! Inspired by Dua Lipa’s “Break My Heart” (link here), which was inevitable since I was listening to her new album while writing this.

Warnings: One swear word, light angst, insecurities, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 1.7k

After 15 minutes of standing in front of the Carolina Hurricanes locker room, you began to regret coming down. You felt so awkward and intimidated standing next to some of the players’ SO’s. Even though you had been dating superstar Andrei Svechnikov for almost two months, it wasn’t official yet, so you didn’t feel like you belonged.

“Earth to Y/N.” Your best friend and roommate, Katie, elbowed you lightly in the side, and you turned your head to meet her expectant gaze. “What’s going on in that maze of a mind of yours?”

“Nothing,” you brushed off her comment, “I just can’t wait for the reporters to get out of there.”

“I don’t know how to thank you for tonight. This is probably the best birthday present I’ve ever received!” Katie gushed.

You smiled for a moment before the frown returned. “I didn’t technically get it for you, you know. It was Andrei.”

“Gee, I had no idea.” Katie’s voice dripped sarcasm. “Of course it was Andrei who got you the seats. But you’re the reason I got here in the first place. If you weren’t dating him, we’d be back in the nosebleeds and my epic chirps would get lost in the vacuum.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of her spouting her mouth off earlier tonight in the rink-side seats. Katie was an avid Hurricanes fan, and instead of tuning you out, Andrei had apparently listened to you rant about not knowing what to get her for her birthday last week because he called you earlier today to let you know that the tickets would be waiting at will-call. It was incredibly thoughtful of him, but it also served as yet another reminder of the uncertainty surrounding your relationship. The two of you acted like boyfriend-girlfriend, but you technically weren’t.

Generally, you couldn’t give a shit about labels. You thrived on doing things people didn’t expect of you, like getting a purple clip-in streak for your hair when you were only 14. But this was different; Andrei was different. You were falling in love with him and needed to know if he felt the same way.

You occasionally wished you’d gone straight home after class because the minute you met Andrei at the coffee shop near campus, he had you hooked, and you feared he’d break your heart. There was no way a gorgeous superstar athlete like him could possibly be interested in someone like you. Not that you thought you were ugly, but you were introverted and often preferred books to people. None of those things seemed to matter to Andrei, which would normally be a good thing but seemed to defy logic in this case. Your insecurities were eating you alive to the point that you needed to either define your relationship or end it.

Katie snapped her fingers in front of your face, startling you. “That’s it. What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “I just wish Andrei would tell me if he sees this thing going anywhere.”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone who’s got eyes knows that the boy is head over heels for you, Y/N!”

“But he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Katie scrunched her face up in concentration, which you knew meant she was thinking of a solution to your conundrum. Her eyes flashed like a light bulb and she said, “Who says he has to ask you? Ask him.” You started to protest, but she cut you off. “It’s clearly bothering you, so you should be honest with him.”

You were about to protest again when Andrei finally emerged from the locker room with Jordan Staal, Brock McGinn, and Justin Williams. “Hey, babe.” He kissed you on the lips before turning toward Katie. “As an early birthday present, I thought you’d like to meet some of my teammates.”

Katie looked like she was going to faint. She idolized Justin Williams, was currently wearing a Jordan Staal jersey, and had a major crush on Brock McGinn that she had been trying (and failing) to suppress ever since you informed her that he already had a girlfriend. “I…” she stammered.

Jordan stepped forward and tugged on Katie’s sleeve. “Nice jersey you’ve got there. Want me to sign it?”

A grin made its way onto her face. “Yes, please! I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“It’d be my pleasure. Andrei told me your birthday’s tomorrow, and you’re his girl’s best friend, so I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around a lot.”

You paled at his words. The fact was, you weren’t Andrei’s girl, at least not really.

If Andrei noticed your reaction, he didn’t address it. “I was thinking maybe you and I could go for milkshakes at Steak n’ Shake?” he asked you.

“I’d love to, but Katie—”

“Will be fine,” Katie cut you off again. “I have the car, and Andrei will drive you home. Right?” She looked at the boy next to you, and you realized that he was holding your hand.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” he asked, mock offended. “Of course I’ll drive her home. Have fun!”

“Thank you, Andrei—you have no idea how much this means to me. And you,” she crushed you in a hug and Andrei let go of your hand so that you could hug her back. “You gave me the best birthday present I could ask for.” Then she whispered in your ear, “As a sign of my gratitude, I’m telling you: talk to him.”

You pulled away and nodded at her before taking Andrei’s hand again and walking to the parking garage.

***************

You smiled when you caught sight of Andrei returning to your table with your milkshakes (chocolate for him, strawberry for you).

“One strawberry milkshake for one beautiful girl,” he said while putting his arm around you, and you blushed.

“Thanks.” You took one sip of your milkshake and sighed in delight. “This is so good!”

“I’m glad you’re happy about something. You’ve been acting weird ever since we met up in the locker room. Did I…” he hesitated before continuing. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all,” you rushed to assure him. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see that,” he laughed nervously. “Listen, I have something I want to talk to you about, but that can wait. What’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then you remembered what Katie said to you. “You know how I haven’t dated in a while, right?”

“Yeah?” You could tell that Andrei had no idea where this was going.

“Well, the reason why was because I’d been unlucky in love. It started in high school with my first ex, who I dated during junior and senior year. We were high school sweethearts, I guess. But I went on Instagram and saw pictures of him and his ex together, and let’s just say it was clear he was cheating on me. It didn’t end well, of course.”

“I’m so sorry,” Andrei stroked your arm with his thumb.

“After that, I went to college and met my other ex,” you continued. “We dated for a year before he, too, cheated on me. That one hurt more because I thought he loved me. Instead, he broke—no, shattered—my heart. I wasn’t interested in dating when I came back for sophomore year, so I spent time with my friends and was finally happy on my own. But then I met you.” You took a deep breath. “In less than two months, you’ve managed to break down my walls and the truth is, I’m falling for you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and the realization has been a bit scary, especially when I was waiting for you outside the locker room with all of the other SO’s. It was painfully clear that they knew where they stood, and I didn’t. I’ve never been one for labels, but I have to ask: do you feel the same way about me?”

You were out of breath by the time you finished your speech. You couldn’t believe you had said all that, but the weight lifting off your shoulders made it worth it.

After a few moments of silence, Andrei said, “That’s actually what I was going to talk to you about.”

Oh God, that didn’t sound good.

“It’s far past time that I tell you how I feel. Y/N L/N, I’m falling for you, too. Will you be my girl? Officially, I mean,” he added. “I’ve thought of you as my girl for a while now, but—”

“Yes, Andrei, I’ll be your girl.” You couldn’t help it; your giddiness made its way into your voice.

“Really?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I will, silly!” You leaned in and kissed your boyfriend.

After you pulled away for air, a comfortable silence settled over you before Andrei broke it: “So now that that’s settled, I want to make a toast.” You giggled as Andrei raised his milkshake. “I knew right away that we could have something special, but these past two months have shown me just how right we are for each other. To us.”

“To us,” you echoed and clinked your milkshake glass with his before taking another sip of your milkshake. You noticed Andrei eyeing you. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just want to do this.” He leaned in and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. “Sorry, go back to enjoying your milkshake.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You are truly one of a kind.”

“So are you, babe,” he winked. It took all you had to not melt on the spot and finish your milkshake, and Andrei kept his arm around you the whole time. Nothing could ruin your good mood: you had a feeling this relationship could go the distance.

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Green With Envy (Nico Hischier ft. Andrei Svechnikov)

Request: Hi I really love your writing. Can I request an imagine with Nico Hischier, where you’re friends with another young star like Svechnikov and he gets jealous? xx

A/N: Thank you, that’s so sweet!!! ❤️️ It turns out the bad news I received today unlocked my writer’s block. Today’s been really tough, and writing for you guys makes me feel better so thank you for reading my work and being there for me ❤️️❤️️❤️️

Warnings: One swear word

Word Count: 850

“I’m so glad you were able to come, Y/N!” Lindsey Vonn, skiing superstar and P.K. Subban’s fiancé, said as the two of you waited for the players to come out of the locker room. It was still surreal that you could actually call an Olympic gold medalist and legend your friend.

“Me too,” you smiled at her.

“Are you going to see Andrei?”

“Yeah, but it’s home ice for him and with the hat trick, the media will have him tied up.”

You were in Raleigh to support your boyfriend, Nico and the New Jersey Devils as they took on your best friend, Andrei Svechnikov and the Carolina Hurricanes. The Devils lost the game, and to top it off, Andrei had a hat trick. You knew Nico was not going to be happy with his team’s effort tonight, and even more critical of himself despite having scored both goals for the Devils.

Lindsey tapped you on the shoulder and you snapped out of your trance to see a stream of Devils players coming out of the locker room, her fiancé among them.

“Come here,” was all Lindsey said to P.K., who all but collapsed in her arms. As a fellow athlete, she understood that he didn’t want to be told he tried hard or the team was robbed of a win when that was a lie.

“Nico should be out any minute,” P.K. addressed you. “There’s just a bunch more media in there than usual and since he scored…”

“Yeah, I get it. Thanks, P.K.”

P.K. opened his mouth to answer you, but he closed it and looked at something behind you. You turned around and saw Andrei running towards you, a giddy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back, and when he came close enough, Andrei picked you up in his arms and spun you around in a circle.

“Congrats on the hatty!” you exclaimed. “I’m so glad I got to see you do that in person!”

“It’s not often that you come to Raleigh, so I wanted to give you a show.”

You laughed as he put you down. “You’re such a ham, Andrei. That’s why we’re best friends.”

“Yeah, I’m the ham and you’re the humble but talented one.”

“Um, I think tonight’s game established that you’re the talented one.”

You suddenly noticed that except for you and Andrei, it had become quiet in the hallway. You turned around and found your boyfriend leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“Hey, babe, great game tonight!” you abandoned Andrei and walked to Nico, giving him a hug that he didn’t return, instead keeping his arms crossed. You pulled away and examined his face, which was normally calm but had a stormy expression now. “What’s the matter?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, my girlfriend was all over a player from the opposite team!”

You were shocked. Nico wasn’t the jealous type and never cared about your friendship with Andrei before. “Are you actually insinuating what I think you are?”

“I’m not insinuating it, I’m saying it.”

All reason flew out the window as you screeched, “Are you fucking joking? Andrei’s my best friend, and he just scored a hat trick! I’m sorry you lost the game, but you have no excuse to take it out on me or him, especially considering that he introduced us in the first place.”

Andrei stepped forward and you blushed, realizing that everyone had heard your tirade. “Look, I don’t want to cause a fight between you. Y/N and I are just friends, you know that.”

Nico had the decency to look ashamed. “I know, man, I’m sorry I flipped out on you. And I’m really sorry that I accused you of cheating, Y/N: I lost my head there for a minute.”

“I’ll say. Andrei and I wouldn’t last a day in a relationship.”

Nico chuckled, but Andrei looked puzzled. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I love you, but you are infuriating sometimes and whoever marries you will have to be a saint.”

This elicited a full-hearted laugh from Nico.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I know I’m right. Enough of this drama, let’s go get sushi.”

Everyone agreed and Lindsey and P.K. took the initiative to talk to Andrei and walk ahead of you and Nico.

Your walk to the parking garage was mostly silent until you asked, “Are you seriously jealous of Andrei?”

Nico sighed. “I’m not gonna lie, a little bit. He’s Russian, good looking, and taller than me.”

“Babe, that’s ridiculous. I love you, and only you.”

“I love you, too.” Nico kissed you on the cheek and you smiled back at him.

“I’m glad we have that settled: green is not your color. And by the way, Andrei might be Russian, but you’re from Switzerland, the land of Roger Federer. I swear, there’s got to be something in the water that makes you all so attractive.”

Nico laughed out loud and your friends looked back at you. Andrei gave you a thumbs up, and you returned it before linking your hand with that of your boyfriend.

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On Your Side (Andrei Svechnikov)

Request (anonymous): 41 and 96 with Andrei Svechnikov 💛

A/N: Text messages are in bold. Inspired by Gabe Dixon’s “On Your Side” (link here).

Warnings: One swear word, mentions of cheating and a toxic relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

You were sobbing on your dorm room floor, wondering what you had just done.

You had yet another massive fight with your boyfriend, Chris, about his tendency to flirt with other girls, except this one ended differently than the rest: you told him to get out and not bother coming back. It had only been about five minutes since he left, but you were already regretting that decision. Maybe you had let your jealousy get the better of you.

Or maybe it was time to get a second opinion. You wiped the tears from your eyes, got up off the floor, and walked over to the bed, where your phone was sitting. You grabbed your phone, pulled up Andrei’s contact, and wrote a text: I know it’s 2AM but can we meet up?

The grey dots that indicated Andrei was texting you back appeared within less than twenty seconds. The reply appeared shortly afterwards: Of course. Are you okay?

You mulled over what you were going to say for a few moments, finally deciding on Yes and no.

Andrei’s response was even faster this time: I’ll be there in 5.

You met Andrei when you were living at home in Michigan and he was starting out his career in the USHL, and the two of you quickly became best friends. Andrei was fiercely loyal and you could trust him with anything, while he could trust you to be his biggest cheerleader when he or his team wasn’t doing well. When it came time for college, you committed to UNC Chapel Hill, not knowing that the Carolina Hurricanes were going to win the second overall pick in the lottery. They did, though, and the Canes selected Andrei in the 2018 draft. Both of you were psyched to be living near each other again, and your friendship resumed as if you hadn’t been apart for a year.

The past two years in North Carolina had been perfect, except for your up-and-down relationship with Chris for the past six months. You had met Chris at a frat party that your friend dragged you to last September and immediately hit it off. The two of you were soon dating, but there were warning signs. Chris had a reputation as a player, and he was just a little too flirty with other girls. You were the polar opposite, being studious and more of a wallflower.

You heard Andrei knock four times, then wait a moment before knocking two more times. He had come up with the unique knock so that you knew it was him at your door. “It’s open!” you yelled.

The door opened and Andrei walked in. Concern immediately overwhelmed his features, and he rushed over to the bed and immediately engulfed you in a hug. After pulling away, he put his hand on your cheek and said, “You’ve been crying. What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Chris and I, we...we had another fight,” you started crying again, and Andrei took you back into his arms.

“What about?” Andrei asked, although his tone indicated he already knew the gist of the fight.

You lifted your head from Andrei’s shoulder to look at him. “He flirted with yet another girl at the party tonight, and I threw him out of here and told him not to come back. I broke up with him, Andrei, and I might’ve made a mistake.”

Andrei just shook his head in response, but his face had an unreadable expression on it. You looked at him for a few moments, and you realized he wasn’t telling you something.

“Um, is there something you would like to tell me?” you asked.

“What are you talking about?” Andrei tried to play it off, but he did so poorly.

“You’re hiding something from me; it’s written all over your face. Spit it out,” you said.

He sat there in silence for a moment before saying, “I know I say this a lot, but, look, he’s not good enough for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“He just isn’t.”

That was an uncharacteristic response from him, which you found disconcerting. “You’re going to have to give me a better reason than ‘he just isn’t.’”

Andrei sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

That did not sound good. “Considering you just said that, now I really want to know.” Andrei didn’t answer you, so you continued: “Seriously, what is it?”

He took a deep breath. “Chris is cheating on you, Y/N.”

You were expecting several different scenarios, but that was not one of them. “What?”

“I was out at a bar with Teuvo and a bunch of the other guys last weekend, and we saw him there with some chick. They were dancing together and he even kissed her.”

Your boyfriend was cheating on you. That really stung, but your mind latched onto another detail: “Wait, this was last weekend?”

Andrei looked guilty. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you asked, starting to get angry. “That’s not the kind of information to sit on, and it took you a whole week to tell me, and I had to force it out of you!”

“I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d accuse me of lying!” Andrei blurted out.

“Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because Chris had his hooks in you so deep. I’ve tried to tell you time and time again that he was bad news, but you didn’t want to hear it.”

You were hurt that your best friend had such a low opinion of you. All you said was, “Ouch.”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Andrei said, grabbing your hands and using a conciliatory tone, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s not your fault about Chris: he’s the toxic one. It’s just so frustrating to watch you guys fight all the time only for you to take him back every time, when I’m the one who’s been on your side no matter what.”

You sat there in stunned silence for a moment. Did he just say he liked you as more than a friend? You decided to coax it out of him: “All right, fine, you’ve got a point. But there’s something else you’re not telling me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You still have that look in your eyes. You’re hiding something else.”

Andrei sighed again. “This really isn’t the time to talk about it, Y/N.”

“We’ve been best friends for years, Andrei, and we don’t keep secrets from each other. So spill.”

“I love you, Y/N, and as more than a friend.”

You looked into Andrei’s brown eyes to make sure he was telling the truth, and they remained steady.

“Oh my God. You really do love me,” was all you said.

“I know this is out of left field, so I understand if you don’t feel the same way—”

You leaned in and kissed him. His lips were surprisingly soft, and he immediately responded to the kiss. You couldn’t believe that your best friend was making you feel things only a boyfriend should, but here you were.

You pulled away to get some air. “Do you still think I don’t feel the same way?” you asked him.

Andrei smiled and shook his head. “Definitely not,” he said, taking your hands in his again. “You’ve already made me the happiest guy in the world by being my best friend. Would you please make me even happier and say yes to being my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied, and this time, Andrei initiated your second kiss.

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