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sc0tters · 6 months

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Fights and Feelings | Mikko Rantanen

summary: when Mikko sees you with one of his teammates he realises that he wants to be more than just your friend.

request: yes/no

trope: friends to lovers

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.36k

authors note: here is the first avs player I’ve written for and I’m happy to say that this was really cute. If you want to read more of the celly then you can check it out here!

Mikko didn’t know how much longer he could keep quiet.

Tonight was the third night in a row that you were coming home because you were spending the night with Nathan. The Canadian had gotten the chance to take you on a date and he made sure to make the most of it before Mikko changed his mind.

The two of you had been living together for the last year and a half after your lease on your previous apartment ended. In 2017 your coffee order got mixed up with his and from the moment he offered you a conversation whilst you both waited for the second one, you haven’t looked back.

Your giggle could be heard from down the road as Nathan shut the passenger door to his car when you got out “you don’t have to walk me back again!” You smiled as the Canadian wrapped his arm around your shoulders “but I liked doing this.” Nathan shot back as he helped you back up the steps.

It was icy in Colorado not just because Mikko had seemed to be avoiding you but also because it was reaching the end of October so with that the cold front was rolling over Denver “I should go so I don’t wake Mikks up.” You sighed knowing that your best friend was still awake as he couldn’t sleep without knowing you were in the house.

Nathan nodded ignoring the disappointment that coursed through his veins “I’ll see you sometime soon?” His voice was hopeful as you smiled “of course, have a nice night MacKinnon.” You mumbled leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

That broke Mikko’s heart as he watched you through the ring camera as he sat on the couch “have a nice night?” Mikko repeated your words as he watched you walk into the living room.

You nodded as you slid your sneakers off of your feet “you finally done being an ass?” You shot back raising your eyebrow as you hinted back to the entirety of the morning.

Mikko hadn’t spoken to you at all, and if he did it wasn’t more than basic conversation. To you it seemed that he merely didn’t like that you were going out with his teammate. Once Nathan was a good friend of his but now Mikko couldn’t say two nice things about the Canadian as he seemed to worry that he would break your heart “I am just looking out for you y/n!” Mikko groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He watched as you crossed your arms “I’m not twelve Mikko.” Very rarely did you ever call him by his actual name as you usually settled for a nickname “besides he’s a good guy.” The addition was softer as you looked at the ground.

It made Mikko get up from his seat “he’s my teammate, I know him better than you do.” If his mother knew what he was doing she would have been on the next flight over from Finland “there it is again!” You complained shaking your head.

You felt hurt that your best friend couldn’t be happy for you as you finally found a guy who could treat you well “I am sorry but why can’t you just act like you are happy that I’m happy!” You felt like you were going in circles with him as you weirdly craved his approval.

The hockey player groaned “because I don’t want to stand here and watch you get hurt!” Mikko yelled causing you to shift back a few paces “then you don’t have to.” Venom laced your voice as you turned around and marched yourself to the front door.

Mikko sighed as he watched you open the door “where are you going?” The hockey player asked as he placed his hand on his hip “far away from you.” The response came from your lips as quick as you shut the door behind you making sure that you grabbed your car keys beforehand.

Tears clouded your eyes as you drove off not really knowing or caring where it was that you landed up at. Rain began to fall around you all as you continued until your eyes couldn’t take it anymore “I know it’s late but can I come in?” You begged knocking on the door as tears streamed down your face.

It might not have brought you as much comfort as he might have thought but Mikko had the worst night of his life. He slept on the chair in your room as he hoped to see you if you came back. Right after you left was the first time that he truly realized the potential for consequences due to his actions. The hockey player called Emily, a girl you worked with in the hopes that she could tell him where you were. Of course she didn’t but rather left him with the message that if he truly had no clue where you were then maybe he wasn’t as good of a friend as he once thought.

Practice had gone horribly as Nathan made sure to go tough on the boy until Gabriel was there to put an end to the fight that the boys almost had “enough you two!” He groaned standing in between his teammates in order to stop them from hitting each other.

All they did was glare at each other as their drama went beyond the team dynamic “what the hell are you playing at today!” Mikko grumbled as he spat at his teammate “maybe you should be asking y/n that.” As those words left Nathan’s lips Mikko’s clenched fist swung at his teammate.

You made your way into the arena as your sandals hit the floor “what are you doing here?” Mikko looked up from his icepack to see you stood there “Gabriel didn’t want you going home alone.” You grumbled crossing your arms .

It took him seconds to get up and follow as you spun on your heel “wait up!” He complained grabbing his duffel bag as he made sure to follow you “look let’s just get you home so I can leave again.” You should have said no to the captain, you would have told Gabriel that you had better things to do but instead you didn’t want to say no because you didn’t want to leave Mikko.

Even as you were irritated at him you watched his bruised hand brush over your thigh “I’m sorry.” He mumbled locking his pinky with yours.

The gesture made your heart swell “for punching him or for being a dick?” You sent him a glare as you pursed your lips together.

Mikko felt his heart pound as you walked back to your car. He weirdly didn’t have an answer for you which caused you to both sit in pure silence.

Orange and yellow leaves painted the windows of your car all the way until you drove him back to the house.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you turned to Mikko “I think we should take some time apart.” You gripped your hands around the steering wheel as you sighed.

The hockey player clicked his tongue “wait.” He stopped himself as he looked at you “I love you.” Mikko blurted out causing you to go silent.

Scanning his face for any part of a lie yet it was clearly all true “I’m should go.” Mikko sighed as he went to unlock his door but you were all too quick and beat him to it as you kept it locked.

Mikko furrowed his eyebrows as he frowned “look you clearly aren’t interested in what I said so just let me-” his complaint was short lived as your lips locked into his.

It took him a few moments before Mikko kissed you back letting his hand hold your head as it kept you there “Mikks-” you moaned as his tongue slid over your lower lip.

You felt his other hand go to your waist “wait,” you pulled away “I love you too.” Your words made him laugh “you think I didn’t get that from the kiss?” Mikko ran his fingers over your cheek.

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kaapoincorporated · 4 years

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Romeo and Juliet | Sebastian Aho

Requested: Yes | No

Overview: You travel to Finland to see your best friend while secretly wondering if it could be more.

Note: *walks in with a coffee* Your girl is alive and finally finished it... but it is only part one 😏

You had always wanted to go to Finland. It was all Sebastian would talk about with you the week before he left- the people, the food, everything. You had caught on to his motive but were hesitant to agree. You had worked for the Hurricanes during their last season as the team’s psychologist, the engaging and enthusiastic players slowly earning a place in your heart, with one Sebastian Aho slowly attempting to cross the legal line as your feelings for him began to develop into more than just friends. But you had a job to do and your employer had very clearly stated their feelings on the matter.

NO DATING THE PLAYERS.

Yet here you are: In Finland on a FaceTime with the one and only Sebastian Aho.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” The laugh that crackled through the speaker made your illusion of distaste dissipate, the pure joy glowing through as you looked down at the man who had brought you here. The slow clacking of shoes on the marble floors echoed around you as your ears only focused on one sound; his voice. “Oh hush, I am almost there okay?” You laughed as his cheeks heated at your words. “You are coming to pick me up? Sepe I am not that special.” He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, the endearing look making you fall in love with him all over again. “I’ll pick you up at the airport okay? What type of best friend would I be if I didn’t?”

Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes as you hid your wave of sadness at his words. “See you soon.” The quick sound of your thumb sending the call way sent you to the bathroom to wash your face. ‘Fucking hell Sepe.’ Crying wasn’t a good look on you, you decided as you dried your eye’s on the sleeve of your oversized Carolina Hurricanes sweatshirt. You don’t know what burned you more, the sadness in your heart or the skin under your eyes.

You hissed a bit when the air hit you, the sweatshirt not doing much to prevent you from shaking a bit as you bit your lower lip and demanded that you get ahold of yourself. ‘ I am here to have fun with my best friend… I am not here because he is my boyfriend so stop getting your hopes up, stupid.’ The soft vibration in your pocket dragged you out of your thoughts as the words put a smile on your face.

Seabass: Your cooler Uber has arrived. Are you ready?

You looked up and spotted him in his blue sedan as he waved, an impish smile plastered to his face as you laughed, picking up your bag as you rushed over to the car. You popped the trunk, throwing in your suitcase as you heard him laugh at your cartoon-like movements, his eyes softening as you plopped down in the seat next to him, his smile immaculate as he took you in. A mess… but his mess he quickly decided as he pulled away from the curb.

A comfortable silence cloaked the car as you both relaxed into the seats, a wave of calmness warming you both as the two of you took off down the highway. “So, you really came.” You blushed as he looked at you in awe, his emotions finally unmasked. “Yeah unless I am not really your best friend and instead some secret detective I think you are good.” The laughs echoed around the car as you began to tell him about your flight, leaving out the identity crisis of a breakdown you had in the bathroom as he listened intently.

As you pulled into his driveway, the ghost of his hand on your thigh was missed as he clicked the garage door remote before parking and going to remove your bags. “Sepe I-” The sound of laughter cut you off as you turned around to see him looking at his phone. “What are you-” He slid his phone into his pocket as you approached, his eyes laughing as you pouted. “Nothing, let’s just go inside okay?”

You stepped inside, taking a moment to take off your shoes before you walked on the dark hardwood towards the living room, the cozy quarters giving you new life as your mind was taken off the dark thoughts of before and was now focused on just breathing in the smell of the musky warm sent that was encased here. Sebastian wrapped his arms around you after placing down your bags. You leaned into him as you stared out at the room’s windows, a soft but lazy smile on your lips as he began to gently draw little circles on the back of your hands. “Tired?” You hummed in response, eyes seemingly heavier than you remembered then: one breath in, and one breath out. “Do you want me to cook?” You could already sense the smile forming on his face as he gave your hands an extra squeeze. “ I mean… only if you want- but since you asked I will take you up on the offer.”

You couldn’t help but be surprised at the stocked fridge, the variety and amount of food shocking you as you swivelled to look up at Sebastian. “What? Quarantine made me think- made me want to learn how to feed myself.” The blush on his cheeks only made you giggle more, causing the poor hockey player to roll his eyes before turning to sit at the kitchen island. Watching you cook was something that instinctively calmed Sebastian. It was reassuring to have someone care for him enough to work for 30 minutes or more to make him food because they wanted to. The way you seemed to already feel comfortable in the house made him question why you were not always here, next to him. Sure, he knew of the rules proscribed by the organization made it harm but watching you, he knew that he would do whatever it took to make you stay.

As you began to plate the food, Sebastian found himself setting the small table he normally sat at for two, causing a smile to creep onto his face. “ Wow, Sebastian! If you keep this up I will have to call Turbo to make sure it’s actually you,” you stated, sitting down across from him while simultaneously placing the two plates in front of you both.

The conversations flowed in and out as the two of you finished your meal and began to watch TV, the conversion jumping from one topic to another; one minute on hockey and the next on the awful setup of a show’s plot. As you sat, your side leaning into his, you began to wonder what the future could look like for the two of you; if you could possibly make this all work out in the end- and if he might feel the same.

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Don’t Wanna Lose It | Mikko Rantanen

Summary Request: Write something about Mikko!!! Maybe something angsty/ sth about signing his contract. Words: 2k Note: If I suffer, you all suffer. I listened to Afterglow by Taylor Swift and Mirrors by Justin Timberlake while writing this. I should probably edit more but I can’t because it makes me sad. Enjoy.

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It’s excruciating, to see Mikko so down.

You’re trying not to stare at him from the other side of the kitchen, but you’re failing. At least Mikko won’t see you stare, because he’s keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.

There’s something about the hunch in his shoulders, the lack of excitement in his eyes, the tight set of his jaw. It hurts you, hurts you deep in your bones and your soul, and you want nothing more than to lift his spirits, to hold him and never let him go.

You can’t really do that. You lost that right when you messed it all up.

That night, two weeks ago, and you made a big thing out of a little thing and everything went wrong. Because of a misunderstanding. Because he’d said the wrong thing and you thought there was a reason to attack, because you blew everything out of proportion.

Contract talks had been weighing heavy on Mikko, and you knew it, too. You understood why he stayed in Finland, during it all, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him so much you could barely sleep at night.

Sometimes, you went over to his flat, used the key he gave you for emergencies and curled up in his bed. In the beginning that helped. But after the first two months it had stopped smelling like him; not even his apartment bore any trace of him, and suddenly it was just another building.

You talked, sure, through calls, facetime, texts, snapchat. It’s not the same, and it’s easier, to misinterpret things, when you can’t see someone, when their tone of voice is morphed through miles and miles of distance.

That’s where it went wrong.

“I’m just bored, here,” Mikko said through the phone. You could hear the frustration ringing clear through his voice, but you didn’t know what to do to get rid of it. “I have no one to skate with. I don’t have you. I just have my parents’ dog, and he doesn’t even really like me.”

“You should come visit me in Denver,” you blurted out.

It was such a dumb idea.

The line stayed silent, and then, quietly, “I don’t think I can.”

And there it was, that feeling of hot, burning anger, in the pit of your stomach. The sneer in your voice, when you spoke.

“Why? I’m pretty sure you don’t need a contract to see your girlfriend.”

You had no right to be so annoyed, but it was a lot to handle for you, too. It’s not like Mikko’s decision affected only him; you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in months.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, and now he sounded exhausted, which wasn’t much better than frustrated. “I can’t go there until I can play hockey again. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Can’t, or won’t?” you snapped, and when he stayed quiet you knew the answer to that.

And that had been that. He hung up a little later, since you were no longer really participating in the conversation. No big fight, no big explosion, but a deep settled upsetting feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t get rid of the following days.

So you punished him the way you knew would hurt him the most; with silence. There was nothing that would get to Mikko like you ignoring him, nothing he hated more. You didn’t answer his phone calls, his texts begging you to talk to him. In fact, you didn’t talk much to anyone, pretty much lived like an island.

And he’d taken the hint. He stopped calling.

So you were hurting even more. Because you were mad, and frustrated, and upset, and missing him, and now pretty sure you ruined it forever. Now you’re pretty sure even if he comes back to Denver, you won’t be seeing him.

You knew what you needed to do, you just didn’t know how.

Until there really was only one option left, and you got on the plane.

And now, after a lot of hours cramped up in an airplane seat, you’re standing in Mikko’s kitchen in Finland, and he’s standing next to the counter, arms crossed and eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

It’s early morning, in Finland, even though your jetlag tells you it’s time to sleep. The morning light is almost ultraviolet, seeping in through the kitchen windows, and Mikko looks almost angelic, with his light blond hair and bright blue eyes.

Everything in you screams to go to him, hug him, kiss him.

You tell yourself you can’t.

When he opened the door his eyes had widened almost comically. He’d muttered your name, reached out for you, then stopped himself. It hurt. Not just that he wasn’t touching you, but mostly because you could see that he is hurt. More than you’ve ever seen him before, even after they got kicked out of the playoffs.

And now you have to fix it, but it’s hard, to talk, when everything inside of you is screaming.

“This is all on me,” you hear yourself say, and it’s almost like your voice is coming from outside; you’re not sure you’re sounding like yourself, but at least Mikko looks up, a little unsure, but at you, for sure.

That gives you the power to move on.

“It’s all me, in my head. I know I’m the one that fucked this up. But I need you to know that that’s not what I meant, Mikko. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to make you choose. I was upset, and I lashed out at you, and that’s not fair. You didn’t.. you didn’t deserve that.”

You swallow, try to focus on Mikko, if only to stop yourself from crying. It doesn’t work; your words end up a jumbled mess croaked out between tears.

“It’s just that I miss you, you know? It’s hard, being so far away from you. And I don’t... it’s not your fault, I know I probably just ruined everything, but I... I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t wanna do this to you, I know I need to say sorry... I’m just scared that... Just don’t go. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mikko says, then, his voice a little rough still, but definitely awake now. “I’m trying to come home.”

Home.

You break down, at that, finally let yourself go, and to your surprise, Mikko reaches for you and lets you collapse into his arms. His breathe is warm against the side of your head and he presses you into his chest, strokes his thumb over your back.

“I always mess up,” you sob, “I don’t know why I always have to break what I love so much.”

“Hey,” Mikko chastises softly, “you didn’t break this. We’ll be just fine.”

And you need him to tell you that he’s still yours, that even when you break his heart, he’ll always just want you; but for now you’ll take what you can get, and if fine is that, that’s enough.

“Am sorry I didn’t come to see you,” Mikko mumbles, and that’s when you pull back.

“No,” you try to sound stern, “you’re not allowed to take the blame now. Of course you can’t go to Denver now, Mik, I get that. I was just selfish, and I missed you, and everything sucks without you there. But that didn’t mean I had the right to hurt your feelings like that. That’s my fault. I take the blame for that.”

“Yeah,” Mikko admits, “but this is hard for you too, and I didn’t really think about that. I just thought about what it means for me, but you’re part of my life, and I know anything that happens in your life affects me, so I should’ve realized that this contract stuff affects you, too.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the contract,” you sniff. “I just want to have you with me.”

Mikko chuckles. “Well, you do now. I can’t believe you flew to Finland.”

You give him a wry smile. “I need to say sorry, that I hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” he repeats his earlier words. “I still love you. Even when you lose your mind.”

His voice is teasing and you smack his arm for good measure, but then you press up on your tippy toes and kiss him.

And that finally feels like coming home.

It’s not until much later, when you’re tangled in the sheets, a mess of naked limbs and soft sunlight through the creak in the curtains, that Mikko brings it up again.

“I want to be in Denver, you know,” he says softly. His index finger has been tracing slow circles on your lower back, but now the movement stills. “Those guys, they’re like, my brothers. And I love the city, and the fans. And you...” He pauses. “I don’t know what I’d do if I had to move away from you.”

“You won’t,” you tell him; a promise you can’t make. He grunts, knows it too; appreciates the sentiment, anyway.

“I don’t wanna lose it, what I build there.” Mikko sighs. “It’s a good thing I have an agent, because I would sign for league min if it meant I could go home today.”

You reach out and thread your fingers through his hair; he hums in content, closes his eyes.

“You’ll be back in Colorado,” you repeat. You have to say it. You have to believe it. There’s not really another option, not if you don’t wanna lose it, again.

“But what if...” Mikko starts, but you interrupt him. That’s not a sentence you’re willing to let him finish, because that’s not a thought you’re willing to entertain.

“Then we’ll figure that out later. I’m not losing you.” You try to smile at him, although you’re pretty sure he’s gonna look straight through you. “If we can survive my random self sabotaging outbursts, we can survive moving to a different city. But I’m telling you, we won’t have to. I think if they don’t sign you soon Gabe is gonna lock Sakic and your agent in a supply closet until they’ve got it figured it.”

At the mention of his captain, Mikko’s eyes brighten.

“You believe that?”

And yes, you do. Mostly because you have to. But also because anyone in their right mind would do whatever it takes to have Mikko there.

“I believe it,” you whisper. “We’re not losing what we have. I might lose my mind every now and then, but...”

“But we won’t lose us,” Mikko adds, and well...

You look at him, at his bright blue eyes in the darkness, the truth in them as he looks at you with love. And you know you might mess up again; that’s something that’s a part of you, that ugly little monster called insecurity, that makes you lash out and hurt those you love.

But you also know you’ll always keep fighting for this, for him.

Because no matter what NHL team he ends up playing for - although it better be the Avs - he’s the one you want beside you, no matter where it is, he’s a part of you, and that’s something that doesn’t happen all the time.

Something worth holding on to.

And you’re not gonna lose it.

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tessisawriter · 5 years

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Recess (Sebastian Aho)

Request (anonymous): #1 on the prompt list with Sebastian Aho?

A/N: This imagine is set during the 2018-19 season (that’s why Justin Williams appears).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

You smiled as the kids were working on their art projects, knowing that they were about to receive an amazing surprise within the next ten minutes.

You were one of the new assistant teachers at a school in Raleigh for kids with learning disabilities, and it was incredibly rewarding. The school was one of the first of its kind in the state, and you wanted to give back. Your older brother was severely dyslexic, so when he was eight years old, unable to read and the schools in Raleigh unequipped to help him, your family moved to New York City, where there were plenty of special-ed schools. You watched your brother go on to finally learn how to read, gain back his self-confidence, graduate high school, attend UNC Chapel Hill, and graduate magna cum laude with a degree in computer science. You couldn’t be prouder of him, and you knew that he wouldn’t have been able to reach his full potential without attending a special-ed school.

During your last semester at UNC Chapel Hill this past spring (of course you went to the same college as your brother—you were Irish twins), you received word that a special-ed school serving grades K-8 had opened in Raleigh. Since you were about to receive a degree in education, you reached out and expressed interest in getting a job there. They were initially wary of hiring a 22-year-old fresh out of college to teach at their fledgling school, but after your interview, they gave you the job. You taught a class of second-graders, and you loved them all. You understood the challenges they were facing, and you were patient whenever one of them acted out due to frustration.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the head teacher nodded her head at the door, signaling for you to go outside. You quietly walked away from the kids, opened the door just enough to slip outside, and closed it gently. When you turned around, you saw three players from the Carolina Hurricanes wearing their red jerseys: Justin Williams, Teuvo Teravainen, and Sebastian Aho.

“Hi, my name is Y/N L/N, thank you so much for coming today!” you said.

Almost all of the kids in your class were die-hard Canes fans, and a photo of them in their jerseys during Spirit Week went viral on the Internet, catching the attention of the Canes brass. They reached out to the school last week asking if some of their players could visit your class, and you knew the kids were going to be so excited.

“Of course! So, what are we doing today?” Justin asked.

“Well, the kids actually don’t know you’re here; we decided to make it a surprise. When my co-teacher opens the door, we’ll go inside. Recess is in ten minutes, so the kids will probably want to play a game.”

“Sounds good,” Teuvo said, Sebastian nodding along.

You couldn’t help but notice Sebastian’s eyes on you ever since you came out of the classroom. He hadn’t talked yet, so you decided to break the ice.

“Which one of you first saw the photo? I forget,” you lied.

“Sebastian.” Teuvo patted his friend on the shoulder and gave him a not-so-subtle look.

“Yes, it was me,” Sebastian confirmed. “I thought the kids were really cute and when I realized that they went to this school, I asked management if a few of us could come visit.”

“You came here because of the school?” You hoped that he didn’t come here just because the kids had learning disabilities. That happened a lot, and it got on your nerves. The kids were just like everyone else except for the way they learned best.

“A friend of mine from back home in Finland is dyslexic,” Sebastian explained, “so I have an idea of what these kids deal with every day.”

You were shocked; he came because he was actually interested in what the school did. “My brother is dyslexic, too,” you said. “That’s actually why I took this job after graduating in May. It’s rewarding to help the kids reach their full potential, even if I only impact their lives a little bit.”

“I’m sure you impact them more than just a little,” Sebastian replied, and you blushed.

An awkward silence ensued, which was thankfully broken by the door to the classroom opening.

“Please welcome Justin Williams, Teuvo Teravainen, and Sebastian Aho from the Carolina Hurricanes!” your co-teacher said, and the kids started cheering as you walked through the door with the players.

“Oh my God, it’s Sebastian Aho!” One of the kids, Sarah, said to Noah, her best friend. They had both been in the photo that Sebastian had seen on the Internet; they’d be thrilled that it was him who wanted to visit them.

The kids started to get a bit out of control with their excitement, so you stepped in: “I know you’re all excited that they’re here, and you should be, but do you remember what we talked about last week?”

They nodded, immediately settling down.

“Do you want to tell them why you’re here?” You turned your head to Sebastian and Teuvo, who were standing on your left.

After a moment of silence, Teuvo sighed and started talking. “We saw—”

“It’s okay,” Sebastian muttered, and Teuvo nodded in his direction. “We saw a photo of you in our jerseys at Spirit Week and admired how dedicated you all are to our team, so we wanted to come spend time with you.”

Sarah raised her hand next. “Which one of you saw us first?” You smiled, already knowing she would be the one who was going to ask that question. Sarah was incredibly precocious, and while you tried not to prefer some students over others, she was your favorite.

Sebastian stayed quiet, so Justin jumped in. “Seabass did,” he said, using what you assumed was his nickname in the locker room.

The kids started giggling. At this age, they thought everything was funny, especially nicknames.

The bell rang, indicating that it was time for recess.

“Before you arrived, we talked about what we were going to do for recess,” your co-teacher addressed the players, “And they want to play duck, duck, goose. You don’t have to play if you don’t want to, of course—”

“Yes! I wanna play!” Sebastian cut her off. You were shocked; he seemed like the shy type, but there was clearly more to him than what met the eye.

“What Sebastian means is, of course we’ll play,” Justin said. You knew that he had two kids, so he was probably used to this.

The kids cheered as they ran over to the rug that they all sat on for morning meetings, and you followed after them. You felt a pair of eyes on you, so you turned around and found Sebastian staring at you while he and Teuvo were whispering to each other. He blushed and quickly broke eye contact.

The kids sat in a circle and made room for the players. While Teuvo and Justin mulled over where to sit, Sebastian immediately sat down next to Sarah.

You and your co-teacher watched as the three hockey players started up the game, and they were all naturals with the kids.

Before you knew it, recess was over, and the kids thanked Justin, Teuvo, and Sebastian for coming. Sebastian smiled at you before walking away, and you smiled back.

“You’re free to go on your lunch break now, Y/N,” your co-teacher said.

“Are you sure? The kids might be a little hyper after the visit,” you said.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. You need to have lunch,” she said kindly, and you went over to your desk to grab your bag before leaving the classroom.

You shut the door quietly, and as you walked down the hallway, you saw someone in red running toward you. It was Sebastian.

“Oh, there you are,” Sebastian said when he reached you, out of breath.

“Did you forget something in the classroom?” you asked.

“Yeah. Do you want to maybe have dinner sometime? I mean, only if you want to,” Sebastian said, blushing furiously.

“I’d like that,” you replied, smiling at him.

“Really?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“Really,” you said, holding out your phone. He just looked at it, a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh, of course, we should exchange numbers,” Sebastian said while taking your phone out of your hand. “There. Text me and I’ll have your number.”

“Okay,” you said, typing out a quick text that read, “Hi, it’s Y/N 😊”

His phone pinged, and he looked at his phone, smiling. You loved his smile.

“I’m leaving tonight for a road trip, but I’ll be back on Friday morning. Do you want to have dinner on Friday?” Sebastian asked.

“Sounds good,” you said.

“Sebastian! We have to go to practice!” Teuvo shouted from down the hall.

Sebastian blushed again. “I’ll see you on Friday, then? Where should I pick you up?”

“My house. I’ll text you the address.”

“Great, see you then!” he said brightly, kissing you on the cheek before jogging back down the hall.

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