Bree

22/Utah/(now apparently sabers🙄) hopefully a writing acc to Michaelkesselking!

[kesselking]

should I finish this?

I've been messing around with some writing again now that I have time because I have a break from Uni, but yeah I wrote some of this whether or not it's good but still. I don't know if I want to finish it or not yet

Lovett and you have this complicated back and forth relationship, you met at a bar one night when he had used his height to intimidate creeps who wouldn’t stop bothering you and your friends. a friends with benefits. That was if you could even call yourselves friends.

You hadn’t heard from him in weeks. maybe even months. He went on and disappeared then had the audacity to call you earlier, saying he was at a bar, too drunk to drive home. you knew you could tell him to call an Uber. But you were worried about him.

you pull up on the curb, sitting in your car for a while. just watching Lovett. Watching a man you know so well physically but not mentally or emotionally. you knew his body so well you could map out every scar he has. you’d ran your fingers over each one, never asked about them though. that was too far.

He was stood outside the bar, his jacket zipped fully up black and covering his large torso. The bouncer nearby was side eyeing him alot. Who wouldn’t is the question, he’s such a tall guy who unfortunately looks devoid of happiness. he’s intimidating to say the least.

Finally as you step out of the car his head snaps up. he’s watching with those grey eyes of his, you can tell Lovett is holding back a glare.

“hey you”

you stroll up to him, gently shoving his shoulder, which doesn’t even come close to moving him.

“hey.”

his voice is thick with his Andorran accent, it tells you that he was definitely back in Andorra or at least Europe over the off season.

“why didn’t you reply to my calls or texts?”

you lean back on the bricks. looking at your own feet as you stand there awkwardly, scuffing your shoes you threw on at 2am getting out of bed to take him home. Already regretting coming to pick him up with how intense he is when drunk. whilst some introverts get loud or looser. Lovett just becomes this intimidating figure, unwilling to talk.

“Busy”

“don’t fucking ‘busy.’ Me Lovett.” you scoff already over his bullshit, he will not treat you like shit after asking you to pick him up not bothering to talk to you unless it benefits him.

He doesn’t say anything further.

finally trying to meet eyes with him you look at his face. looking up at his eyes they look sunken. Like he’s in his head. You’ve never seen him like this. but you don’t know what to say. Or if there is anything to say.

Because what do you even talk about to a situationship?

“can you take me home?” his voice cuts your thoughts off. snapping you out of staring at him. Seeing that he’d finally looked at you.

the tone in his voice is what makes you fall quiet. Something is so off that you only nod and walk back to the car, swallowing down the anger you feel towards him. Hearing his footsteps in your wake.

getting into the car the lights from the door turning on flash on his arms. catching your eyes is bruises. thankfully they don’t look self inflicted. but still it worries you.

“so.. what happened to your arms?” you try to start conversation, starting the car and checking the road behind you to start driving.

“doesn’t matter. just training.”

Lovett has always been closed off, but never has he been this avoidant of injuries. being one of the first to reassure what it actually was. It all sent warning signals off in your head. It left you reeling over his words. why he was acting this way, how he may actually be thinking. Instead of talking you turn the radio up. breathing in deep.

It all is too deep for someone you don’t truly know. Someone who ultimately, is JUST a hookup. nothing more.

“get yourself together.” you mumble whilst turning onto a road. Remembering the way to his house like the back of your hand. and fuck if that doesn’t make you more pissed off at yourself. why do you care so much about this man. why not a man who actually gives a shit back about you. who texts you messages asking about your day.

you remember your grandpa’s words, “find yourself a kind man who loves you so much he tells you it everyday. and settles for no less.”

Lovett would probably make him disappointed. It’s not like Lovett is immature, or outright rude per say. just emotionally unavailable. which might be worse.

the radio getting shut off breaks your thoughts.

”I want to thank you.”

is what surprises you next.

in your year of knowing and hooking up with Lovett not once had you heard him thank anybody outside of the team.

“not just for tonight.”

“Lovett, don’t, you don’t need to.”

“no, I do. I’ve been like, the biggest dick to you for a long time.”

You did kind of agree. Lovett was a massive prick at times. but god he was hot, you knew it was so bad. and you had been wanting to break it off but you kept coming at his call.

“look, I’m going to say this whilst I’m drunk. before I can second guess myself”

[kesselking]

Remi Trihun - Fictional men do it better

[word count - 469]

warnings: none!

authors note: hey! this is my first writing, please give me feedback if you think something is done badly, but otherwise I hope to start posting every now and then when my Uni doesn't overlap!! -Bree

The curtains in the room are doing a shitty job of blocking out the afternoon sun, it streamed in through the fabric, gently cascading over your back, Remi seemed to not be able to pull his eyes off you.

You’re running around the room looking for something to wear to the date later. Unknowingly allowing Remi to stare at you. his eyes soft, still just in a towel from his recent shower, his already usually dark hair looked like the sky at midnight, dripping with water.

You finally notice he’s staring. With a soft sort of love in his eyes, the kind that comes from the deepest parts of a heart. Remi’s brown eyes have an almost childlike wonder as he watches you so intently, barely even realising -or maybe he just doesn’t care- that now you’ve noticed it. chuckling awkwardly as you step around still, looking back over your shoulder every couple seconds.

“Do I look bad?” you finally swallow, asking him.

“bad?” Remi can only scoff. snapping out of his day dream.

“yes. you’re staring.. is this top not fitting right? or is it the shoes and pants? I should change you’re right.” you frantically start peeling off clothes, -not that he’s complaining-

Remi cracks his right hand’s knuckles as he steps closer, large hands enveloping your smaller ones, “baby” he murmurs, leaning down into your space, “stop. you look perfect.”

you freeze, not knowing how to react, looking back at the man who you know to be probably the most awkward guy out there, like, he struggles to form proper sentences around the media, laughing at the wrong moment every single day, this is a Remi that you don’t see often.

He’s looking at you with such love a mouse could crawl over his foot and he probably would not realise. and now the sun filtering through the window is hitting his back, making a halo looking ring around him.

Remi awkwardly moves his arms, “so.. are you gonna keep that on? because I think I’m gonna struggle to pay attention..” and there's the stupid, gawky guy you know. he breaks the silence with a laugh. waiting for your reaction.

“yeah, I guess I should.. but I don’t know if it fits right on my chest.. also why aren’t you dressed yet…” you reply, now realising Remi is yet to change.

“oh ha… right.” he steps away, reluctant to look away still, moving into the closet, grabbing the closest clothes, dropping the towel, and quickly stepping into his clothes in a manner that is very obviously as quick as possible to get back to you.

when you’re unsuspecting, he grabs you, pulling you onto the bed, now both of you fully dressed, but the man can’t help himself. You’re laughing, he’s grinning as he watches you.

(ya girl don’t know how else to finish it…)

also if anyone wants to request, go for it or draw for Remi or the other players feel free to!

[kesselking]

I wanted to join in @hat-trick-honey's new hockey oc operation 'fictional men do it better'

for a heads up my home acc is @michaelkesselking! find my regular talking there but I want to create a writing blog, (I def didn't forget my password to that so I can't get on my laptop...)