I've always wanted to write an enemies to lovers imagine and I hope you like it as much as I do :) Nolan is my baby, pls give my boy more appreciation, I just want him to be healthy and happy <3
word count: 3122 words
TW: language, enemies to lovers, men being idiots
Before you met Nolan, you were pretty sure you couldn't hate anyone with such a passion.
You were a friend of one of his former teammates - Travis Konecny. You two spent all your free time together until, well, Nolan ruined everything.
Since he got drafted and became Travis' teammate, they got inseperatable. Their handshakes, their smiles, their laughing at things you didn't understand made your blood boil.
It was bad to be jealous at someone who just wanted to belong but the pretty face of his didn't help either.
When you first met Nolan, you thought that he was the man of your dreams. And sometimes, even five years later, he was - but only when you were sleeping and your mind created some dirty fantasy that kept you awake all night.
"So, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Nolan." The sight of his perfect hair and bright eyes made your knees go weak. You took the hand he offered you and his grip was soft and hard at the same time, his skin cold against yours. It was right after his first game in Philly and he looked so well in his suit, even with his hair all wet.
"It's nice to meet you, Travis has been talking about you a lot."
"I hope only about what an amazing friend I am," you laughed and Travis friendly punched you in your shoulder.
"What else would you think?"
You felt good with the two guys at your side - but it all went south in just a few days.
There was an after party in some bar to celebrate another win and Travis invited you to go with him. And so you did. The evening looked promising and you somehow liked how reserved Nolan was and the comfortable silence surrounding you two. You spent an hour just with him, sitting on the bar stools with empty shot glasses before you and talking about how glad he was he finally fit in.
Then Travis sat down next to you two and in a matter of minutes, you felt like if you were left alone. They laughed at their own inside jokes, talked about things you didn't understand and you just sat there, finally giving up trying to be a part of the conversation, and ordered more and more shots until your head felt empty and your heart filled sadness and rage.
Rage at Travis. Rage at yourself. But mostly, rage at Nolan, the guy who took your place in your friend's life.
"You going home so early?" Trav asked as you stood up, one hand clasping the edge of the bar so you wouldn't fall down as your head spinned from all the alcohol.
"Yeah, I have work tomorrow." you lied and mustered all the strenght in you to let go of the bar and walk to the exit. You'd have to call an uber because Travis was the one who got you there.
"I'll drive you home." Nolan said out of nowhere and stood up to meet you. His hand gripped your elbow to support you and you gritted your teeth with annoyance but had no strength or balance to fight him off.
"You don't have to-"
"Nonsense. I wanted to leave an hour ago but you two made me stay. You're clearly drunk and it's safer this way."
You nearly rolled your eyes but didn't say anything at all.
The drive in his car felt endless. You might have enjoyed it if it was two hours ago - when you blushed at Nolan's words and touched his arm slightly once in a time.
"Did I do something wrong?" he suddenly asked. You were quiet for some time before saying:
"I... I don't think so."
You were confused - all of this was confusing. In that moment, you could only recall why you got so angry at him. As if when you and Nolan were alone, things got back to normal; except for the fact that since that moment, nothing between you two was normal.
"Then why are you acting like this?" You watched him closely, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Was he angry at you? You felt like he had no right to do that - you were the one with all the reasons.
"Like what?"
"Like you hate me."
"Maybe I should." But it drove you crazy that you couldn't hate him as much as you'd wanted to.
There was a heavy silence it the car, the radio turned off and the only sounds were the ones from outside. So you spoke again, this time more quiet:
"Because the more you fit in, the less do I."
And then Nolan looked at you, his eyes searching your face for that light he'd seen a few hours before, when it all looked promising and when he thought he'd ask you out on a date.
There was non of it, only cold demeanor and colder eyes.
...
Things didn't look that bad the first few days afterwards: you visited Travis once in a while but only when you were hundred percent sure that Nolan wouldn't be anywhere near. The rest of your afternoons you spent in work and your evenings on the couch with a bottle of wine and a book in your hands.
It was all to forget how Nolan drove you crazy.
"Tonight, my apartment, bring some snacks. We gonna have a movie night."
This sentence played over and over in your head and you were so happy that Travis found some time to spend it with you. He called about an hour before, not saying anything else, and hung up on you.
At exactly eight p.m., you walked inside his apartment without even bothering to knock and put the bag of sweets and other stuff on the kitchen table. There were voices to be heard in the living room and at first, you thought it were the actors on TV when you suddenly froze on the spot, realizing one important thing:
Nolan was there.
You thought of everything you would have to endure that night, listening to Nolan and Travis talking and leaving you out of the conversation, feeling more desperate and angry with every second.
As you tried to walk out of the apartment as quickly as possible, the two voices drew near and you sighed softly before putting a smile on your face as the two hockey players walked into the room.
"Hey, Y/N! We've been waiting for ya, c'mon, let's get started," Travis looked so happy and you were ready to punch him square in the face. Nolan was leaning against the doorframe with s slight smile on his face and suddenly, you wanted to punch both of them.
"I thought we'd be alone," you said desperately, trying to get yourself out of there.
"You know I have a girlfriend, right?"
"You know what I wanted to say, TK. Why is he here?" you didn't mean it to sound as poisonous as it did and Nolan shifted his gaze to the floor.
"Because he's my friend."
It hit you then. You knew they were teammates and that Trav was trying to make Nolan feel like at home. But friends - it meant that they'd spend a lot of time together; on the ice and off the ice.
It also meant that Travis would spend more time with him than with you.
Nolan won a game he wasn't even aware of playing.
"But I'm your friend, too." It sounded way more vulnerable than you'd like to.
"Exactly. So get your ass on the couch and shut up."
...
You became second so easily that you didn't even realize it for some time.
Travis stopped calling in the middle of the night to tell you of "what a fucking weird dream he had". There were no drunken nights at your apartment where you two would talk about some deep shit while staring at the ceiling as if it was a starry sky. Texting on a daily basis became something rare and your hate for Nolan only grew.
"I'm moving to Vegas."
You were standing in Travis' doorway, raindrops dripping on the carpet from your umbrella. It was grim outside and now it got even grimmer inside.
"What?"
Trav was looking at you as if you had told him some kind of a joke.
"They offered me a job there. I'll be still working for the same company, but in a different place and for way better money." And to be honest, you were sick of this city.
"You can't just-"
"That's not fair. You've been ghosting me for months and now I can't leave? What's keeping me here if not you?"
It was that kind of silence that made you feel guilty even if you've done nothing wrong.
"You're right," he sighed, one of his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. "I can't tell you what you can and cannot do. And I'm sorry that you felt left out but to be honest, I can't understand why."
Fuck men and their blindness.
"It all went sideways when Nolan got here." you answered coldly.
"What's the matter with you and Nolan? He's never done anything to ya-"
"I hate Nolan! I hate that you replaced me by him so easily and I hate you for not even realizing that I can't go on like that anymore! I'm not able to say that I'm happy for him for finding his place in Philly when that place used to be mine!"
You both were stunned by your words. But you felt so... free after saying it all out loud.
"Y/N-"
"Don't bother calling me. I already know that you'll do okay without me."
And you slammed the door after you walked out of the apartment, not even noticing that the whole time, Nolan was listening to it all from the kitchen.
...
Sometimes you missed Philadelphia. It's been three years since you moved to Vegas and you adored that place but sometimes the longing for your hometown and your former friends made you feel homesick.
There was no TK in Las Vegas. But for a few days now, there's been a certain Nolan Patrick in Sin City.
It's been years since you last saw him and you expected that the one-sided rivalry was long gone. But when he knocked on the door of your apartment and you saw his face again, the memories came immediately back.
"What do you want, Nolan?" your voice was cold.
It was weird to see a face of someone you thought you'd never see again. He looked... well, he looked amazing. His hair was way longer that you remembered and he looked more masculine after those years.
"Hey." he said shyly, avoiding your question.
"How do you know where I live?"
"TK gave me your address."
"And how does he know my address?"
"I rather didn't ask."
Nolan stood there, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking like an abandoned puppy.
Maybe this was a chance to make your past at least a bit right.
And so you left the door to your apartment open and walked inside, leading your former nemesis into your home.
...
"How's living in Vegas?" Nolan asked as he took a bite of the pie you offered him.
"Fine. Actually, more than fine. What about you?"
He put the plate down onto his lap and shifted his gaze to the big windows overlooking the big city, shining brightly in the dark.
"It's been... something."
Oh. So this was why he came here, knocking on your door at eleven in the afternoon. Desperate. Lonely.
"So what? Do you want me to call my friends so you can befriend them and replace me in their lives?" You immediately bit your tongue so you wouldn't say anything more stupid.
Nolan looked hurt by your words.
"You know, I was there when you told TK you were leaving for Vegas."
"You what?" you asked, completely horrified. It was the moment when you shouted how much you hated both Trav and Nolan. Till this day, you are still ashamed of your own words. It was childish and selfish.
"Travis told me you loved baking and especially apple pies so I thought I'd bake one to make you like me more. Then I heard you screaming that you hate me."
Your jaw was hanging and you couldn't muster any words that would make this right. He literally made an apple pie for you and you declared your hatred for him in the same exact moment. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"At first, I couldn't understand what I've done wrong. I liked you a lot from the beginning and both you and TK were great and I finally felt like I belonged in Philly. I wanted to ask you on a date, you know, the night I drove you home from that bar. And instead, you told me that maybe, you should hate me. I thought you were just too drunk and that I'd ask you out some other day. But when that occurred, you acted so... cold towards me. And I finally understood when you said that you can't say that you're happy for me for finding my place in Philly when that place used to be yours."
"Nolan, I'm so sorry for ever saying something like that about you when I didn't even try to imagine being in your place-"
"I stole your best friend, Y/N. I think that I'm the one that should be apologizing."
You let out a startled laugh. Never have you thought that this conversation would be happening.
"It's been years, Nolan. You shouldn't apologize for something that wasn't even your fault."
He wanted to argue with you, you saw it in his eyes. So you started talking again to stop him from objecting.
"Anyways, why are you really here, Nolan? I know it's not because of your conscience. Are you having some trouble fitting in?"
His features turned sad in a moment and his shoulders slouched a bit.
"Yeah, I guess you could say it like that."
You were surprised by yourself as your hand gripped his knee in a soothing way. The muscles under your fingers tensed but Nolan didn't move away from your touch.
"Then let's do this together. You'll fit in just fine."
...
And he did. You introduced him to the city and to its people, carefully checking that he was never falling behind. He started smiling more and once in a while you even heard him laugh.
Your apartment was no longer empty - whenever Nolan had the time, he would sit on your couch, telling you about the people he met. It made you happy.
With your hatred long gone a new and foreign feeling slowly replaced it - something that made you blush at his words and melt at his touch. At first you thought that the little innocent touches were only the outcome of feeling really comfortable in your friendship. But all the secrets you shared in the middle of the night, the feeling of being sure that when you wake up, he will be lying at your side or on your couch, it all made you so used to him. He became the one person you though of when waking up and the last on your mind when falling asleep. Your heart sped up whenever you got a text or a call from him and-
You knew you fucked up when you realized you fell in love with him.
"Hey," Nolan said while closing the door behind him, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the carpet of your living room. You laid on the couch, watching some random sitcom that was currently on. It was a problem to even look him in the eyes without blurting out that you liked him more than in a friendly manner.
"I bought some popcorn and groceries." he put the bag on the floor. You still didn't look at him as he crawled onto the couch next to you, lifting the blanket that was covering your body and tucked the both of you in before leaning against your side.
You felt his body next to you, all that powerful muscle and hot skin. Every inch of you that touched him was burning with desire and restrain.
"Is something wrong?" Nolan asked and took your hand in his, drawing circles on it with his thumb.
"Nothing," you breathed out but couldn't stand his closeness any longer. You jumped off the couch, your legs trembling a bit and you walkled to the big window and looked down at all of the shining lights that made this city feel alive even in the middle of the night.
"Y/N," You tried, god you really did, to ignore how good your name sounded on his lips. Nolan was right behind you, his breath caressing the back of your neck and making you shiver.
"Do you remember the time when you said that you wanted to ask me out?" you whispered, some part of you hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear you.
"What about it?" His body got closer and you felt his hands wrap around your waist. For a moment, the butterflies in your stomach felt so magical that you thought this all was just a dream. Your heart skipped a beat.
"I think you should ask me again. And this time, the answer will be different."
"Different in a good or a bad way?" Nolan murmured against your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin.
"You should ask me and see by yourself." It was like walking on a minefield or the edge of a knife. You've been dancing around each other for months now and there were no longer any games to be played. You were far from hating him and there was no way back from this moment.
"Will you go on a date with me, Y/N Y/L/N? I promise you will love every second of it."
He was mockingly kneeling on one knee, smiling up at you and the spark in his eyes that you've never seen made you realize that he finally felt as if he belonged.
Not in Philadelphia. Not in Las Vegas. He belonged to you and you belonged to him and you two fit each other just perfectly.
"I thought you'd never ask." you laughed and took Nolan's hand, helping him to stand up and kissing him fiercly on the lips. It felt like your bodies were made for each other.
"You know," Nolan breathed out, his heart leaping in his chest. He leaned his forehead against yours. "It was easy to fall in love with this city with you by my side.
Hi!!! So I woke up today and decided I want some angst lol. Can I request from your prompt list #4 and #98, with whoever you want. One of my first times sending an ask, idk if i did it well. Thanks!
hihi !! u did great, thank u for the request ! idk if its very angsty but i tried writing smthng different. hopefully you like this one <3
prompts: #4 â "why don't you go back to that person whose face you were just devouring?" / #98 â "you weren't supposed to know."
summary: you and the towns fuckboy had an interesting relationship. you were the only girl he spent time with outside the bedroom, until he ghosted you. one night, you see him at a club and try to make him jealous.
note: mildly steamy content ahead but not hot enough to make it 18+ !! enjoy <3
you knew he was bad for you. with a heart made of gold, you jumped into the pool of his tainted love without a warning â now drowning in the pits of his absence and not unable to swim.
everyone told you he wasn't what you needed. you needed stability, and he wasn't that, but he's still everything you want. your relationship with him was always complicated, seeing as you never really made anything official. there wasn't really a relationship to talk about.
you liked him and he liked you. he wanted to be with you. he'd shower you with affection and love, but when night fell he'd go back to the girls he had on speed dial. you were so blinded by your love that you didn't care. you wanted him in every and any way possible.
it didn't take long for you to realize you were just one of his side chicks. you didn't care because it was known by everyone that you were his favourite, and that was enough. you were content with knowing he liked you more than he liked the others and that he didn't spend half as much time with them as he did with you.
everything was perfect, at least in your eyes, until that night.
he always called you at the same time every night; 11:27pm. you didn't know why but that was your time. no matter what he was doing, no matter which girl he was with, he made it a priority to call you.
that was before he stopped calling. it's weird and you think about it everyday. what happened the last day you talked to him didn't give him a good reason to ghost you.
his lips greedily locked with yours, his hands roaming over your body in desperation as you straddled him on the couch.
you moaned as he tugged on your lip and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, the feeling of his tongue on yours being so foreign yet pleasurable.
he pulled away to let you take a breath, running a hand in his hair as you fisted the collar of his shirt in your hands.
"do you wanna go further?" he asked quietly, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
"no," you told him quietly, shaking your head lightly.
"okay," he nodded in response.
he was fine with it. he respected your decision and you thought everything was going to be okay, that he was okay.
apparently you were wrong, because you haven't seen or talked to him since. his calls were your favourite part of the day and you missed them dearly.
"it's 11:27, how's my favourite girl?" his voice rang through the phone, bringing a smile onto your face.
"i'm good, just got in bed," you said quietly, cuddling into the covers. "what are you up to?"
"just.. out with some friends. i miss you," he mumbled the last part as if he only wanted you to hear it.
"i miss you too, hugs. will i see you tomorrow?" you asked shyly, not wanting to seem too clingy.
"of course you will," he replied almost shocked you'd even think you wouldn't. "i can't go a day without seeing your beautiful face."
a dark blush creeped its way onto your face. "thank you, i can't either."
"you can't go a day without seeing your beautiful face?" he teased.
"no! i mean you- your.. beautiful face," you cringed as you realized that didn't really make sense either.
"you think i'm beautiful?" he asked amused.
"yes, i do," you admit sheepishly.
"i'm glad my girl thinks that. listen, i gotta go, my love. i'll be there to drop you to work in the morning, okay?" he told you, saying the last part a bit strictly.
"m'kay, goodnight, hugs," you mumbled sadly, upset the conversation was ending so quick. you hear a girl shout his name in the background and shudder but he doesn't let you think too much of it.
"hey, i don't like hearing you upset. go to sleep and i'll visit you in your dreams. goodnight, beautiful," he said, waiting for you to hang up.
"okay, goodnight, hugs," you repeat and end the call, falling into a deep sleep. he kept his word and did in fact visit you in your dreams that night.
the first night he didn't call, you were heartbroken but full of worry. it was completely unlike him to miss a call and you were frightened by the thought of something untoward happening to him. you couldn't sleep at all, anxiety flowing through you for hours as you stayed awake just hoping for something, anything from him.
that morning, you finally decided to check your silent phone and saw a couple photos of him on instagram, all posted around the time he was supposed to have been calling you. you then realized he purposely kept you up and left you waiting.
after complete radio silence for two weeks, you came to the conclusion that he was over you. that he found another favourite girl and no longer needed you.
now, you sit in a club with your friends and try to get your mind off whatever fling you had going on in the past. you want to move forward and forget about the nasty scar left on your heart.
you aren't drinking too much, just a few sweet drinks here and there. you have no plans of getting drunk and unable to walk like some of your friends already were.
they make their way to the dance floor, trying to pull you with them. not wanting to mix yourself up with sweaty bodies you insist you're fine and stay in your seat at the bar. thankfully, they aren't drunk enough to force you up.
you haven't thought about quinn since you got here, something that would shock you if you were to realize it because he hadn't left your mind for days on end. this doesn't last long, however, because a body slumping into the chair beside yours causes your mind to spiral once more.
you look around hastily, hoping you don't see the boy you're so adamant on avoiding. you sink in your seat when you see him in the corner of the room, his lips tangled up with another girl's. he grabs her face hungrily, bringing her even closer than she already was and you want to gag at the sight. jealousy runs through your veins with no end, something you've never experienced.
you don't tear your eyes away from him. you're so stunned by the fact that you're actually seeing him in person again and you don't realize you're staring until the boy beside you waves his hand in front of your face to grab your attention. your head snaps towards his and you greet him with a fake smile.
"hey, conor! how are you?" you ask politely, leaning into the hug he offers.
"i'm great, how are you doing? haven't seen you in a while, huggy hasn't brought you around," he says incredulously.
quinn hasn't even told anyone he stopped talking to you. your throat runs dry and your eyes move back to him, watching as he shoves his tongue down the girl's throat in the most skillful way possible.
"we aren't.. we aren't, um.." you don't finish your sentence and conor furrows his eyebrows, turning his head to catch whatever you're eyeing.
"oh," he says simply, jaw dropping at the sight.
"yeah.." you mumble, playing with your fingers and breaking your gaze.
you both stay quiet and you're unaware of the gears turning in conor's head. quinn's one of his best friends but he can't help but feel angry, his hands clenching into firm fists at the sight of him shamelessly making out with another girl in front of you.
"wanna make him jealous?"
your head snaps towards him instantly. "huh?"
"quinn.. wanna make him jealous?" he repeats slightly hesitantly.
"what do you mean?" you raise an eyebrow, slightly intrigued.
conor scoots a little closer to you and you don't mind, leaning into him a bit.
"he's gonna come over here to get a drink at some point. when he does, he'll definitely notice you sitting here. you make eye contact with him and i'll kiss you harder than he kissed that girl," he explains and your eyes bulge.
you aren't opposed to the idea at all. you are slightly nervous about kissing another man, not having kissed anyone other than quinn in your life but you don't mind. you'll do anything to grab quinn's attention again and show him how much he hurt you.
"you- you can't kiss me harder than he kissed her," you shake your head lightly. it's not that you don't want him to, it's just that you don't belive he can. "but.. you can k-kiss me."
you nearly blush at the thought and he smiles at how shy you've gotten.
you both spend the rest of the time talking and catching up, waiting for quinn to make his way over. you continuously glance behind conor so you know when to initiate the plan.
"is he coming?" conor whispers.
you take a small peak behind his head and sigh, "no. he just has his arm around that girl and- oh! oh, he's coming!"
you begin to panic and conor grabs your hand, trying to help you calm down. "don't worry, i'm just gonna kiss you, it's not a big dealâ"
"maybe for you it isn't but for me it is, i've never kissed anyone other than quinn!" you confess and your face pales as your eyes meet those of the boy you mention.
"did you make eye contact?" conor notices your faltering expression.
you nod and he cups your face with his hands, hurriedly placing his lips on yours. you gasp at the feeling of his warm breath mixing with yours. your mouths mold together and you feel yourself getting lost in the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue when it slips between your sweet lips.
you don't know what to do with your hands but he bites your bottom lip ever so lightly and you let out a small moan, immersing yourself into the moment and bringing your hands to his hair. you give the strands a small tug and a quiet whimper escapes his mouth, making you smile into the kiss and your heart flutter with passion.
slowly but surely, you both begin to lose your breath and you pull away, foreheads touching as you stare at each other in shock at how electric that felt.
"is he, um.. is he looking?" conor asks through heaves.
you gulp and tear your gaze from his, making direct eye contact with quinn again. you nod against him. "yeah.. yeah, he's looking."
"good," he mumbles, pulling you in for another kiss.
this one is less passionate and slower instead, softer than before. rather than lustful, it feels loving and your heart pounds against your chest harder than ever.
his hands move down to your waist and squeeze lightly, you sweat as your body fills with the heat from his lips. the kiss feels nothing like the first one and nothing like quinn's either. him and conor both have different ways of moving their tongues and showing their admiration for you, and you wanted to melt against conor's mouth because he makes you feel so weak and hazy from his touch. as much as you love his lips intertwined with yours, you can't help but wish they belonged to quinn.
you feel conor about to pull away but a soft hand on your arms rips you out of his grasp and you nearly bite down on his lip, breaking the kiss. while you're being hauled onto your feet, you look back to see a smirk on his face as someone â who you assume is quinn â drags you far away from him. you try not to stumble as you race past bodies and are guided towards the exit of the club.
once you're outside, the cold breeze slaps you in the face and you almost run back inside, desperate for heat and the warmth of conor's lips. you're whipped around to face your kidnapper and you bite back a smile when you realize it's exactly who you wanted to see.
"what the fuck were you doing back there?" quinn grits through his teeth, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close to his body.
his eyes darken at you and he gives you his full attention, making you nervous and your palms begin to sweat.
"nothing.. n-nothing, i wasn't doing anything," you say shakily, frightened by the look on his face.
"don't give me that, you know exactly what you were doing. out of everyone in the fucking club, why conor? you wanted to get under my skin, hm?" he asks lowly, seeing red.
you look away from him, not wanting to piss him off even more than he already seems. you didn't want to make him angry, just a little jealous. you begin to think you may have gone to far.
"i like himâ"
"you only like me. you're mine, only mine, do you understand that?" he grips your chin and forces you to look up at him.
you shake your head slowly and his nostrils flare in anger. what he was saying doesn't make sense in your mind one bit. he ghosted you and now he's saying you're still his?
"what do you not understand?" he asks, his patience running thin.
"you didn't call.. i would have been fine if you didn't want to see me again but.. but that night, for the very first t-time, you didn't even try to call. i was so s-scared, i thought i might die" you stop yourself, your voice beginning to feel weak as you feel heavy tears rushing to your eyes simply at the thought of how worried you were.
"and then you- you stopped calling and talking to me for weeks and n-now you're telling me i'm yours. it doesn't.. doesn't make any sense," you sniffle, a couple tears running down your face.
"why don't you go back to that girl whose face you were just devouring? then tell me i'm yours," you pull out of his grasp and cross your arms, huffing lightly.
his tongue clicks and he stays silent for a moment. "you weren't supposed to know. you weren't supposed to see that, i wouldn't have kissed her if i'd known you were there."
you feel a pang in your chest and look up at him while your mouth parts in slight shock. you can't tell if his words make you happy or upset. he can't kiss other girls when you can see it but can when you can't see it? what?
"so.. so you would have kissed me? if- if you saw me first?" you ask quietly, rocking on your heels.
"no," he says simply. "i would have made sure you couldn't see me kiss someone else."
"but why can't i kiss someone else if you can?" you ask, jutting out your lower lip as you start feeling upset.
"i said you're mine, love. i didn't say i'm yours," he reminds you, crossing his arms to match yours.
that was supposed to hurt. you definitely don't like what he just said. you feel heartbroken, frustrated and mildly angry, but why does your heart flutter whenever he tells you you're his?
"so.. are we over?" you ask in a small voice.
"yes and no."
"what do you mean?"
"you're not my priority anymore but i can always make time for my favourite girl."
"how can i be your favourite girl and not be your priority?" you nearly shout, hands balling into fists by your side.
"don't fucking raise your voice at meâ"
"but i can! and i fucking will, quinn. what happened to 11:27? what h-happened to you spending your whole.. whole day with me and telling me you l-love me and making sure I know you'll never leave. what happened to that, what happened to.. what happened to us?"
hot tears stream down your face by the end of your short outburst, your chest heaving up and down as you let your emotions get the best of you.
"what happened to us? you make me happy but you can't give me what i want and i know for a fucking fact that you'll never love anyone that's not me. you know i love you, don't you?" his voice softens at the end.
as much as you want to say no, you can't find it in yourself to do so as he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
"no more crying. my best girl doesn't cry, especially not because of me. i'm sorry i left you, i won't do it again. you want 11:27? i'll give it to you, i promise," he pulls you into his chest lovingly, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
you shake in his embrace and he holds you tighter, feeling a bit guilty being the reason for your pain even though he knew this would be the result of his actions. you're so blinded by your love for him that he could do anything, say whatever he wants and you'll still fall back into his arms every time.
"i needed you and you weren't there," you sob into his chest, not believing you're in his arms again.
"i know, baby. i'm so sorry, i really am."
he rocks you back and forth, humming your favourite song in your ear to let you know he's really here. this is the reason why you can't stop coming back to him. he knows you like the back of his hand. he puts in the effort to know you, all your likes and dislikes, everything about you. he knows you better than you know yourself.
it's the little things he does to show you he cares even when everyone says he doesn't. they don't know him like you do, no one will ever no him like you do.
the world sees quinn hughes as a womanizing douche who can't keep his dick in his pants but you see the things he hides. you know how much he adores it when people talk about the things they love and you see the way he cares for the people he loves. you admire that he likes holding your hand in big crowds and making sure you're close to him when you're out at night.
he could go back and forth between girls but you're the only one he'll always want to be with. he could kiss a million girls and all he'd be able to think about would be your arms wrapped around his torso.
no matter how toxic, his liquor doused love will never fail to intoxicate you in the most addicting way possible. you're devoted to loving him and he knows it. you're his and he's not yours, but you don't care who he belongs to as long as he's by your side.
After a disappointing one night stand and radio silence from Mat Barzal, you move through your life as if it never happened. Three years later, Tito forces his way into your heart. The catch? Heâs best friendâs with Mat, who seems like he doesnât even remember you.
pairing: mathew barzal x reader, anthony beauvillier x reader
word count: 8.2k
warnings: smut, mentions of cheating (kissing someone who is not your boyfriend), angst
authors: @fuckyeahmattytkachukâ and @bricksatanakinswindowâ
a/n: this is our exchange fic for @rosesvioletshardyâ we hope you like the fic!!! thank you to the lovely demi for hosting ( @antoinerousselâ) we love you so much and this was a fun way to get a bit of our writing mojo back. title from the fletcher songÂ
One night stands were never your thing. By nature you were monogamous and sought out meaningful, long-term relationships. They didnât always work out that way, with more than a few exes who if you never saw them again it would be too soon. But thereâs a first time for everything, right?
The guy is cute enough, brown eyes and cocky smile, youâre fresh from a breakup with one of the aforementioned exes and have downed enough liquid courage to be confident in the way your hips move but not enough that youâre not in control of yourself. Itâs easy, then, to lean into the hard planes of his chest and the grip his hands have on your hips as you move in time with the beat. Easy to give into the boyish grin and tangle your hands in his hair before meeting in an explosive kiss. In hindsight, maybe the way he put your drinks on his tab was suspicious, or the way he had no problem paying for the cab, or maybe the penthouse with the living room/kitchen combo that was larger than your entire apartment.
prompts: #1 â âwhat do you want?â and #28 â âi hate you.â
summary: you like quinn but for some reason, he just canât stand you. one day, his hatred goes too far. â
pairing: mean!quinn x friendly!reader
word count: 3.6k
note: i was like âhow do i write this without making quinn seem like a bitchâ and now we have an au.. enjoy !!
you donât know what you did to him. since the day you two first met, it seemed as though quinn wanted nothing more than to quit the team and never see you again.
it never got to you. well, thatâs what you tell yourself. you never let his snarky remarks or rude comments affect you outwardly, even though you know they do. they hurt you, they tug at the strings of your heart and play you like a puppet.
Hey, does anyone know who wrote the Quinn Hughes imagine about Quinn and the main character sleeping together? They had crushes on each other, got drunk, slept together, then itâs basically about them waking up in bed together. Hate that I canât remember anything lol
Does anyone know who wrote the Quinn Hughes imagine where the main character went to live with her sister in Vancouver?? Her sisterâs dating Brock Boeser and they both have issues because their parents suck and the main character is a party girl. I wanna reread it lol
if ur ever feeling like a failure just remember that all of these guys are privileged little white boys and the entire nhl runs on nepotism đâ€ïž the rules are inherently in their favor god BLESS
YOU ARE SO RIGHT BESTIE THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER
if ur ever feeling like a failure just remember that all of these guys are privileged little white boys and the entire nhl runs on nepotism đâ€ïž the rules are inherently in their favor god BLESS
YOU ARE SO RIGHT BESTIE THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER
Honestly do not have the power to be a hawks fan right now. From the allegations to the boqvist trade to bowman just being here itâs just so ugh. I need a break from this shitty franchise
Donât Let Me Be The Last To Know ~ Tyson Jost (Part 1)
a/n: I havenât written in a little while. Iâm sad. I wanna write again, so here we go! Iâm kinda doing this on the fly, writing as I go, so please bear with me if anything doesnât make sense. Love you guys! xx
P.S. This title is definitely from the Britney Spears song (probably my fave Britney song)
Warnings: NSFW. Aggressive male co-workers. Misogynistic work environment. Language. Mentions of cheating. Toxic environment all around. Mentions of sex. Tyson being an ass.
Word Count: 4031
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Working for an advertising company is not all that itâs cracked up to be, especially when you cannot get any of the executives to even listen to any of your ideas. There were not many women working alongside you, so it made the task of getting your ideas across to anyone difficult anyway. Some days were more frustrating than others. The worst days are when youâre running on a few hours of sleep after a long night of putting presentations together, only to see that your colleague, Dan, has stolen your ideas.
Youâve already been warned by the executive board to not use ideas already presented. Of course when you try to explain that it was the other way around, you are immediately silenced and dismissed.
Today was the final straw for the executive board. After volunteering to present your idea, first, you are not surprised to see that Dan has, yet again, stolen your idea. You donât know how he continues to succeed in finding your notes, you have done everything to ensure that your notes are locked away on your computer or in your desk drawer.
âIâm afraid weâre going to have to let you go,â Mark, the head of the executive board of the advertising agency says.
Your jaw drops, and you swear your eyeballs almost pop out of your head. You start fumbling your words.
âWha- W- How- Why?â You finally spit out.
âThe idea that you presented today was reported to be stolen, again,â Mark says.
âMark!â You exclaim, trying to keep your composure, but struggling. âI donât understand how you can say that when I volunteered to go first!â
âWell unless you can provide me with evidence that you didnât take the notes out of Danâs desk, then Iâm afraid I cannot continue to employ someone who is not creative enough to come up with her own ideas,â Mark says sternly. His mustache twitches as he opens a folder full of papers. He directs his attention to the papers in front of him as you sit there.
The grip you hold in your fists is enough to turn your knuckles white and pierce the skin of your palms hard enough to cause indentations from your fingernails. Mark continues reading through the paper in his hand before he glances up at you.
âYou can pack up your desk now,â He inclines rudely.
You tilt your head slightly at his remark before slowly standing up. âFineâŠIâll go.â
You leave his office and walk slowly past the offices of the people on the executive board. You look at the successful advertisements pitched by Dan that were stolen from you. It makes you even angrier as you turn down the hall to the room where each cubicle sits. You look around the room at all the men, and two other women. A few of them are chatting on the phone. A few of them are chatting with each other. Those who arenât chatting are typing away on their computers or drawing in their sketchbooks.
You turn away from them and go into the copy room where you find an empty box that once help printer paper. You walk out and make your way through the group of people, who are now a bit quieter as they stare at you. They know what the empty printer paper box means. They know not to make any sudden movements at this time.
Youâve seen your fair share of empty printer paper box moments, but you never thought you would be on the other side of the stares. The muffled voices.
âI knew she wouldnât last here. Mark was telling me yesterday how he was going to fire her,â You hear one of your fellow woman colleagues whisper to the other woman.
You ignore the stares. You ignore the whispers and start clearing your desk.
