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❝ oh, shit. sorry, i didn’t know you were home. ❞ quickly, she wipes away a tear. suddenly embarrassed for the yelling match she just had with his son before he stormed out of the house. ❝ i’m sorry you had to hear all that. ❞
having two twenty-somethings under his roof hadn't exactly been part of the plan ––– nor was having to witness the couple fight on an alarmingly regular basis. had his son always been such a shithead? “ no need to apologize, ” reassurance a low murmur as pads into the kitchen. though eyes watch her as he rounds the island. “ you alright? ” opens the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water, sliding it across the countertop toward her. pauses a moment ; not wanting to overstep. “ he's always been a bit … ” entitled. spoiled. unwilling to change either characteristic no matter how hard wes tried. “ i'm sorry. ”
notices the chill that dances over exposed arms and , without hesitancy , is shrugging off his dress jacket , and hanging it gently over her shoulders . doesn't think about how she may perceive it — maybe he's overstepping , maybe she'll bite his head off for crossing some unspoken boundary about hockey players and their coats touching her perfectly untarnished skin . either way , he's settling against the railing and diverting his attention elsewhere once she's taken the joint between plush lips . a hard feat considering her presence at his side is similar to a phantom ear worm that won't go away . her words , albeit not the harshest she's spoken , have his chest growing taut . memory flashing of his ex , a woman he thought he'd marry one day ( what a crock of shit that was ) , and he sniffs . " hasn't been ten minutes . " points out , voice harder than it was before . " there you go , makin' assumptions 'bout shit you know nothin' about . " takes the dart from between her fingertips blindly and brings it to his lips , inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs . the burn ignites his chest and he lets it , holding it until it makes his head dizzy and light - headed . doesn't even notice that she'd snatched his lighter , not until thumb absentmindedly goes to stroke the initials and is met with dead air . fingers flex into his palm instead and he's finally expelling cloud of smoke into the air , tilting his head back and allowing silence to blanket them for a brief moment . they feel a million worlds away up here — away from the chaos of the city traffic , the thumping music , the boisterous fake laughter . if only they left her hatred for him back there , too . " right , forgot you're too good for that . " for anything , apparently . " won't let it happen again . "
warmth draped over her shoulders has her stiffening with surprise. the jacket dwarfs her, enveloping her in fabric and the scent of his cologne. gesture a kindness wouldn’t have expected from him ––– not with her tendency to bite his head off when in each other’s presence. an odd feeling floods her chest. something akin to guilt. her “ thank you ” a low murmur. grateful for the burn of smoke in her lungs ; gradually numbing frayed edges of the remnants of her feelings. shouldn’t have elected to smoke with someone who wasn’t maxen, the only one allowed to see her. with some exceptions. dark gaze only briefly leaps over to him with the reminder ; posture tensing further. difference in kit’s tone unmissable ––– stark contrast to typical hints of amusement. “ you gleefully take advantage of the puck bunnies’ interest and don’t date. what am i supposed to think? ” lacks her usual bite ; a hint of sincerity in the question. yet kit seems inclined to perceive every word out of her mouth as overly bitchy ; not sure her intention matters either way by now. realization that halts her fingertips tracing over the letters embossed into the side of the lighter. instead reaches over to slip it back into his free hand before tucking both of hers beneath his jacket. even still … ––– “ cw? yours? ” moment it passes her lips, amaya doesn’t know why she bothered. silence is so thick around them, fully expects him to simply ignore her. wouldn’t blame him. gaze goes unfocused staring out at the city ––– exhaustion from the party’s attendees and palpable dislike between them making it difficult for her to enjoy it. being so far away from life ; from people ; from everything. dark arches knit together, a brief flash of confusion on her features before smoothing out. eases a step to the side — away from him — without noticing. “ i just meant we’re not fri–– whatever. ” amaya eases the jacket off her shoulders, folding it over the railing. she was too fucking tired for this. “ we both know you’re only intrigued — or whatever — by me because i’m not falling at your feet. no use pretending like we have anything to talk about. ” she turns back toward the way they came ; ignoring the inexplicable ache in her chest. “ enjoy the rest of your night. ”
〝 how long are you planning on pretending to ignore me for? 〞she calls out from the steps, timbre playful as her gaze connects with the other ––– still on the ice as he pretends to continue practicing, even though his teammates are long gone. ashanti was waiting for her father, whom was still in the office but fem decided to wait out here, wondering how long it would take for blaise to utter a word to her. 〝 because you've been looking at me all day. what, did my dad tell you to stay away from me? 〞
lyrical cadence echoes through the otherwise empty rink ––– drawing him to a sharp halt on the ice, skates cutting against the ice. lifts helmet to rest atop his head, clearing his view as he turns toward the woman over on the steps. pauses a beat before gliding toward her ––– pace much slower than how had been carving up the frozen surface a moment ago. “ yes, ” comes his honest response. “ he did. ” considering his no relationships mantra, it seemed like a good rule to follow. an order. comes to a stop, leaning against the boards. “ sorry, princess. ” lips curve in a smile, pulling his gloves off. “ 's a nice view, though. ”
fuck. eyes land on amaya and he doesn’t have time to retreat, to hide because she’s seen him too. atlas’ heart pitter patters like he’s a teenager. she’s always elicited that feeling from him and that’s why he had to put an end to this. ( ‘this’ being him selling her weed ). but it was getting in the way of things. atlas couldn’t focus on anything but amaya, and he was a coward when it came to his feelings. fingers wrap around the beer she’d brought over, tapping nervously as her gaze burns into him - - and he wonders if she can read his mind, see all the frantic emotions fighting one another just because she’s near. “you’ll find one, i swear,” voice is soft, eyes flickering down at the table when amaya brings up the text. “listen…i just think it’s dangerous,” atlas shrugs, keeping it vague, “it’s better you go find someone else.”
last text she had received from atlas had — in truth — been quite clear. yet left her perplexed nonetheless. the pair had a good rapport, decent enough banter, perhaps a touch flirty, but … amaya still found herself shocked. hadn't a clue that he was fighting those type of feelings. she takes the opportunity of his averted gaze to look him over ––– all broad shoulders and defined muscles ; handsome face and chocolate brown eyes ; and a lush bottom lip begging to be trapped between her teeth–– wait, where had that come from? “ did i — i don't know — miss paying you? offend you in some way? ” hands rest at the edge of the table, half considering pushing off and leaving him be. “ dangerous? ” incredulity dripping from the repeated word. “ i don't bite, y'know. ” ––– “ well, unless you ask me to. ” lips twitch with hints of a smirk. jesus, this was so unlike her : wondering about a man's attention diverting from her. manicured nails click against the lacquered surface of the table before straightening back up to her feet. “ alright. ” clears her throat softly. “ good luck to you, then. ”
it's a never-ending cycle : flirt, never let anyone see beneath the surface, rinse, and repeat. that's all luc knew. it was his only way to navigate through life - - don't let anyone in. green hues flicker up across the bar and lock with his favorite eyes. scratch that - - don't let anyone in, except for cassian. luc sends a wink cassian's way before he turns back to the woman he's shamelessly been flirting with. hand rests on her waist as they exchange numbers and preens under her touch as a manicured nail trails along his cheek. they part ways and luc gravitates towards cassian. there's a fond roll of his eyes and he shakes his head, "you know me, cass. i'm unfit for love." head tilts to the side, "you look handsome," he muses, brushing fingers against the collar of cassian's shirt, stepping closer. voice drops, gaze growing hazy. "have you fallen in love tonight?"
could only be described as masochistic : circling back to luc time and again. letting him into his life, his apartment, his bed. his heart. allowing someone else to trample all over him and walk away like it's nothing. dark gaze watching the other man flirt so shamelessly, cassian has half a mind to just walk out. especially when the taunting wink is thrown in his direction. “ so you say, ” muttered more to himself. stiffens at the compliment, gaze dropping to the wood of the bar. but the proximity… eyes are drawn back to luc's face like magnets. too easy : to get lost in his beauty. cassian can barely see beyond a few feet in front of him, watching that look in the other's eyes. “ tonight? ” repeats stupidly — numbly. “ not tonight, no. ” had foolishly fallen ages ago. feels as if the air has thinned, turning his breathing ragged. “ you not gonna … ? ” he nods back toward the woman he had been flirting with. even if he can't take his eyes off luc. “ i was––– i should get going anyway. ” a lie — but he could use the fresh air.
eyes roll as he pulls her toward him but she doesn't fight it, fingers twitch at her sides, wanted to touch him –– to wrap her arms around him too but ashanti was still mad, refused to give in to displays of affection. 〝 well, i didn't think i'd have anything to worry about because she's a desperate whore. but apparently that's your type now. 〞ashanti rarely spoke about people, especially women in such a way but callie really, really, irritated fem to the max she didn't care how she might have sounded. 〝 i don't wanna say why, okay? it's embarrassing. it just sucks that i have to share you with her, of all people. 〞
choice of words has his eyebrows shooting skyward. that type of language was so unlike her, so out of character ––– and that's how he knows it's bad. that he fucked up no matter how little this callie girl meant to him. shit, he hardly remembered her at all. “ you are my type, ” he affirms ––– enunciating each syllable like it'll drive the point home in that stubborn mind of hers. “ you're not sharing me with her. shanti, i honestly forgot she even existed until you mentioned her five minutes ago. ” draws her in right up against his chest, head dipping down to skim his lips over her forehead. “ fine. don't tell me. all i'm telling you is: it won't be a repeat offense, okay? ” finally presses a kiss to her forehead. “ promise. ”
〝 right but you like a lot of nerdy things, i thought this was one of them. 〞he chuckles, hues tracing the length of her figure before being forced back to staring at the screen, the camera moving from nora's infatuation to his. 〝 actually, no . . 〞he laughs again, arms reaching out to pull fem onto his lap, thumb caressing her thigh. 〝 aragorn isn't the hot one it's legolas, babe. but i was not looking at him. i was looking at arwen. 〞presses a kiss against red lips before she can argue over their movie crushes, nodding at her suggestion. 〝 i do like fighting men who look at you, to be fair. 〞
dark arches move skyward. “ this is the nerdy thing. it's practically the centerpiece of my personality. it's where my name comes from, babe. ” soft huff exhaled, gaze flicking to the screen again. “ and besides, something can be nerdy and cool at the same time. ” there was a reason the movies were so beloved even two decades later, after all. yet, an indignant scoff escapes her at the insult to her fictional husband. “ legolas? over aragorn? are you drunk already? ” makes a point of sniffing his breath when he steals that kiss. “ mm-mm, ” nora shakes her head, getting up from his lap. “ no, we're staying in and watching all three now. extended editions. i don't care ––– i've been waiting for this moment since we met and i'm not letting the opportunity slip through my fingers. ”
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“ wha–– i thought you had a date tonight. ” had anticipated the delivery guy with her thai food when opened the door ; not her best friend. “ that girl from the pilates studio next door to your office building? ” rolls her eyes as she reminds them both. typical guy shit. uncharacteristic hesitation to let him in ; glancing over her shoulder like he'll be able to see the hobbit paused on her tv and excessively annotated copy of the book sitting on her coffee table ––– things she had gone out of her way to hide from him ever since things had gotten … weird between the pair. “ uh … ” nora turns back to face him. “ did you need something? ”
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"practice doesn't start for you for another half hour," the brunette points out, slender legs gliding over the pristine ice as she finishes a flawless sequence of inner counter turns. her attention is solely on him then, as it often was even if she wasn't allowed to. "which means you're early, and if my dad catches you here you'll be in big trouble."
“ i'll be in trouble for showing up early to practice? ” incredulity drips from each word while gliding toward her on the ice ; repeating it back so she can hear just how preposterous it sounds. blaise comes to a stop mere feet from her ––– eyes flick over her face. examining each beautiful feature as if he hasn't seen her a million times before. “ 'm just here to work on my puck handling. ” he shrugs, absently turning the stick in his hands. “ you don't mind if i use the other end, do you? ”
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"that sounded .. embarrassing," words come out laced with an amused chuckle right before he takes a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, closing the door with a soft click of his heel. "did you even cum? because i can tell a fake orgasm when i hear one."
“ can you? ” no beat of hesitation before the retort is falling from her lips. “ that poor girl the other day sure sounded like she was faking it. ” eyebrows raise, shooting him a pointed look as she takes a seat at the kitchen counter. no matter that it had been a less than satisfactory fucking ; damn well wouldn't be telling him that. “ remind me to start playing music when i'm having sex so you can stop eavesdropping like a perv. ”
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blaise caruso ── late 20s. he / him. hockey player ( right wing ; vancouver canucks ). bel.mont cameli. cassian santori ── mid 20s. he / him. contractor. antonio c.ipriano. dillon james ── late 20s. he / him. software engineer & data analyst. s.tephen kalyn. gavriel liyanage ── late 20s. he / him. hockey player ( defenseman ; boston bruins ). j.osh heuston. maxen combs ── mid 20s. he / him. nhl player ( left wing ; montréal canadiens ). twin brother to amaya. r.yan manick. orion velasco ── mid – late 20s. he / him. soccer player ( midfield ; liverpool fc ). c.ameron porras. amaya combs ── mid 20s. she / her. consultant. twin sister to maxen. a.shton wood. araceli molina ── late 20s. she / her. product designer, makeup & beauty. va.lentina zenere. elanor "nora" jatene ── mid 20s. she / her. english literature grad student. mika ab.dalla. morgana "ana" baumer ── late 20s – early 30s. she / her. sports data analyst. a.deline rudolph. meliha yıldız ── mid – late 20s. she / her. author ( romance, fantasy ). türkü su demi.rel.
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hadn't expected to run into them ––– not after that last text. the one that elicited more questions than it answered. “ do you have any idea, ” she starts by way of greeting, setting a beer down in front of them, “ how difficult it is to find a new weed guy when you travel like i do? ” she perches herself on the edge of the table, dark gaze pinning them in place. “ what the fuck was that text, huh? ”
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it's a pain he would not wish on his worst enemy : watching them flirt with someone else. knowing they have no interest in him romantically and flaunting it so blatantly in his face. if his clothes were on… cassian knew he was of little use to them. which made this so hard : standing at the bar and watching them flirt with another person several stools over. as they make their way back over, he straightens up, clearing this throat in a poor attempt at pretending he hadn't been watching. “ so? ” he takes a long swig from his beer. needs it. “ fall in love yet? ” piss poor attempt at teasing.
the one night stand not being particularly good for him makes her feel a little better ––– okay, a lot better but still, callie evans was ashanti's mortal enemy since the tenth grade, how did he expect her to react? 〝 well, now i'm pissed that you're giving me graphic details. i don't want to know what you did with her! holding her hand is bad enough. 〞lips form a pout as brown eyes look up at him, arms crossing over her chest. 〝 be serious? does it look like i'm joking? you're not coming anywhere near me now i know you went down on her for - fucking - ever. 〞timbre mocks his as she shakes her head, maybe . . just maybe, she was a little jealous.
second the specifics pass his lips, blaise is wincing internally. not the right thing to say, at all. though nose scrunches in distaste. “ when the fuck was i holdin' her hand? ” that wasn't his thing ––– it sent the wrong message, while he was trying to refrain from romance as a whole. nevermind that he held shanti's hand all the god damn time. gaze never straying from her face, blaise reaches forward slowly, hooking a finger into a belt loop and drawing her toward him. “ what's really going on here, hmm? ” other hand finds her hip, sliding around to the small of her back once she's close enough. “ if someone was off-limits, you could have just told me from the get-go. ”
〝 nah, i'm still coming ––– obviously. you look good, can't let that go to waste. i just ––– i maybe put lord of the rings back on while i was waiting for you and i'm kinda into it. i didn't know it was this good, i can't lie. 〞
gaze slowly flicks away from him and over to the screen, and–– yup, there he is on screen : the love of her life. looks over to theo again. “ let me get this straight, ” nora points over at the screen. “ i have been trying to convince you to watch the trilogy with me for as long as we've been dating, and now you get into it? ” hands rest on her hips ; unsure if she's unimpressed or relieved. “ what was it : fall in love with aragorn? ” smile quickly falls, glaring over at him. “ only one of us is allowed to be in love with aragorn in this relationship and that's already me. so why don't you turn off fellowship of the ring–– ” words she never thought she would say, “ ––and come out to fight men staring at my tits all night, yeah? ”
〝 okay, woah ––– calm down. i'm not pissed about that. 〞shakes her head, offended scoff leaves her lips, as if shanti would ever care that homme was sleeping with other people. 〝 i'm pissed because out of anyone you could've chosen, you decided to fuck callie when you know how much i hate her. 〞
expression momentarily blank as he stares at her ––– partly in disbelief, partly trying to remember who the fuck she's talking about. that was a bad look and deeply uncharacteristic. “ shanti, ” he starts, shaking his head slowly. “ are you serious? ” eyebrows raise, rubbing a hand over his face. “ miss me with this high school bullshit, please. ” bitter laughter falls from his lips as he takes a step back. “ you're pissed over a shitty handjob and her demanding — demanding — i go down on her for-fucking-ever for a one-night-stand? be serious, shanti. ”