SUMMARY: kk harvey and lexi corrales have been keeping the same secret for years. but one night in madison feels like something is about to change — except it doesn’t. kk pretends she doesn’t remember. lexi doesn’t talk a out it. and somehow they go back to being whatever they were before. four months later, a rumor surfaces during the olympics and lexi doesn’t know if she can keep carrying the secret anymore. kk doesn’t know if she can choose love over friendship. the long game was always going to end like this. they just didn’t know they were playing it.
PAIRING: kk harvey x lexi corrales (oc)
WARNING: angst, bff to lovers, age gap of three years between kk and Lexi, mention of Daryl and kk
NOTES: ngl I’m pretty new to the world of hockey players but I’m trying my best. tbh this isn’t very based in hockey, it’s mainly a story with kk, but I still want to stay coherent with real life. English isn’t my first language I actually learned it mostly by myself and I use it every day at my job. if you find any grammatical errors please let me know, I’d really appreciate it.
Genre: second chance, childhood friends to lovers to ex’s to we don’t know.
Warning: A lot of misunderstandings. Aster is very mean towards Daryl, but everything is because she’s heartbroken. Also, there is a moment where you may think Aster is being selfish with Daisy.
Featuring: Other hockey players and OC characters
Summary: It’s been two years since Daryl and Aster broke up. Two years since Aster figured out that hockey was never really hers — that what made her feel alive was dirt under her nails and petals between her fingers. Two years since Daryl decided that time and distance were slowly killing what they had.
Aster wanted flowers. She wanted a family, a stable life that stayed still long enough to put down roots. Daryl wanted the ice. She wanted the travel, a stadium full of people screaming her name season after season.
Two years in the same city, never running into each other. Two years of silence that both of them chose.
Until Theo Callahan, Daryl’s best friend, got down on one knee for Daisy Flores, Aster’s twin sister.
And just like that, the distance they’d built so carefully stopped being an option.
Just wanted to drop by and say I’m loving the kk x lexi fic so much. It’s honestly the highlight of my day whenever I see an update. Really looking forward to the next one, take all the time you need, you’re doing amazing! 🤍
I’m very glad that you like it! Hopefully this week I’m gonna have more time for more updates
After finishing the agreed-upon tasks, Kassandra came out of her room with Lexi behind her. The doorbell rang a second time. Kass walked to the door, stood on her tiptoes to look through the peephole, and what she saw on the other side made her take a step back.
—Holy shit— she said, then covered her mouth with her hand. She leaned in again to confirm what she’d seen.
KK Harvey was standing in the hallway with a small suitcase and the expression of someone who has made a decision and is holding onto that decision while waiting to see if it was the right one. Laila stood beside her with a bag over her shoulder and the energy of someone enjoying the moment more than she probably should.
The doorbell rang again, and Kassandra, who couldn’t just leave her friends standing outside, took a long breath and opened the door.
—Hey— KK said.
—Hey— Kassandra answered.
The three of them looked at each other for a second.
—Surprise— said Laila.
Kass looked at KK.
Looked at Laila.
Looked at the suitcase.
Looked back at KK.
—What are you guys doing here?— Kass said.
—Visiting— said KK.
—When did you fly from Wisconsin?— Kassandra answered, trying to hide her discomfort and surprise —We were just talking in the chat a few minutes ago.
—We were in Wisconsin this morning— Laila corrected with an amused smile —Now we’re in Omaha.
—It’s four in the afternoon on a Thursday.
—You can travel on Thursdays too— said Laila.
Kassandra went quiet. She shifted her gaze to Caroline, who was watching her with one eyebrow raised. It was clear something was going on, and KK, who was good at reading people, knew it. Kassandra realized it too and immediately tried to change her expression.
—Come in!— she opened the door wider to let Caroline and Laila through. They left their bags by the door.
—Thank you— KK murmured.
—Don’t thank me yet.
They moved through the apartment with the slow awareness of people arriving in a new space and reading it in real time the photos on the wall, Lexi’s sneakers by the couch, the team jersey draped over a chair that nobody had put away, the specific details of two people living together who leave their story in the objects around them without meaning to.
KK took it all in with the attention she gave to things that mattered to her.
Laila dropped her bag on the floor with the ease of someone who doesn’t need permission to feel at home.
From the kitchen came the sound of Lexi doing something that required a cutting board and a specific kind of energy.
Kass glanced at KK sideways.
KK looked at the kitchen door.
—Is Lexi home?— she asked, a small smile slipping out before she could stop it.
—Of course she’s home.— Kass smiled back and started walking with Caroline and Laila behind her. —Lexi!— she called out before they reached the kitchen. She needed to give her at least a little warning. —I have a surprise for you!
Lexi was standing with her back to the door, focused on whatever she was cooking with the concentration of someone who doesn’t want to lose the moment. Hair up. Team jersey. That version of Lexi in her own space that Kass knew by heart.
—Hey Lexi!
—Kassandra, why do you always have to yell so lou..?
Lexi turned around and went quiet.
—Surprise.— Kass said with exaggerated enthusiasm, then mouthed a quick “smile” at Lexi while Caroline and Laila couldn’t see her face.
—Hey.— Caroline, completely unaware of everything happening around her, walked up to Lexi and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and rested her chin on top of Lexi’s head.
—What are you doing here?— Lexi managed to say against KK’s chest. The question was the same one Kass had asked, but it sounded different carrying the specific weight of two people with more history than fits inside a simple question.
—I wanted to see you before Milan— KK said.
—I could have gone to Wisconsin.
—You said you couldn’t.
—Yeah.
—So I came here.
Lexi pulled back slightly and looked at her.
KK looked back with that calm she had about everything — the quality of someone who has made a decision and isn’t going to apologize for it, but isn’t going to push either.
Lexi looked at Laila.
Laila raised her hands.
—I just came along for the ride— Laila said. —The decision was hers.
—When did you decide this?— Lexi asked.
—The same day you told me you couldn’t come to Wisconsin— KK said.
That had been two days ago. KK had decided that morning to fly from Wisconsin to Omaha because Lexi had said she couldn’t come. That was the kind of thing KK Harvey did, the kind Lexi knew by heart even if she hadn’t seen it many times that way of showing up when the real world called for it, without announcing it or asking permission.
—Looks like we’ll have to set up the rooms— Lexi said finally.
—Great— Kassandra said, now genuinely excited once she understood that Lexi was okay with the unexpected visit. —Come on Laila, you’re sleeping in my room.
—What?— Laila frowned —You talk all night. I’d rather sleep alone on the pull-out couch.
—Don’t be rude, Edwards.
Kassandra grabbed Laila’s bag and backpack and headed to her room with Laila trailing behind her. Laila didn’t look particularly thrilled about the arrangement, but deep down she didn’t mind there was something genuinely entertaining about listening to Kassandra talk about growing up in Puerto Rico. So she followed her to get the room ready for the next three days.
What was left was KK and Lexi in the kitchen.
They looked at each other.
—Hey— KK said again, quieter this time.
—You already said that— Lexi said.
—I know.
—Twice.
—I know.
Lexi crossed her arms. Not defensively just that specific way of someone who needs to do something with their body while deciding what to do with everything else.
—You didn’t have to come— she said.
—I wanted to see you.
—KK.
—I wanted to see you before I left.— KK said it with the simplicity she had for things that were true without decoration. —That’s all.
Lexi looked at her.
She thought about two days of quiet messages. About it’s been two days since I told kk that I’m not going to Wisconsin. About Kass telling her she would never get mad at you.
—How many days are you staying— Lexi said.
—Until Monday.
—That’s three days.
—Yeah.
—You have to be back in Wisconsin by Monday.
—Yeah.
Lexi nodded.
She looked at the small suitcase by the door.
Looked at KK.
—Did you eat anything?— she said.
KK blinked, confused. That small adjustment of someone who didn’t expect that turn in the conversation.
—On the plane— she said.
—That doesn’t count as eating.— Lexi uncrossed her arms. —I’ll make you something while I finish dinner.
While Lexi got back to cooking after handing KK a sandwich, Laila and Kass drifted back into the kitchen. The space with four people felt completely different from the kitchen with two that specific noise of more bodies in a room not designed for four that somehow absorbed them anyway. Laila had found the glasses without anyone showing her where they were. Kass had decided her role was to sit at the counter and supervise without actually doing anything. Lexi returned to the cutting board with the efficiency of someone picking up where they left off.
KK leaned against the counter.
She looked around the apartment from there.
The photos. The sneakers by the door. The jersey on the chair. The details of two people who had been building a space together for a while.
—Being here feels like home— she said, and Lexi looked at her with a small smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Kass and Laila.
They ate dinner at the small living room table, sitting on the floor with the TV on playing a movie Kassandra had picked for everyone but that nobody was really watching.
Laila talked about Wisconsin with that energy she had for places she cared about that mix of complaint and affection that was her way of talking about things that mattered. Kass asked questions that were genuinely curious, because Kass had that radar for people, that ability to make anyone feel like what they were saying was the most interesting thing in the room.
KK ate.
Lexi ate.
Neither of them said much, but neither of them needed to the table was small and the apartment was warm and outside Omaha had that January cold that didn’t ask permission, and inside there was food and four people who had somehow ended up in the same room on a Thursday in January without anyone having completely planned it.
When they finished, Laila offered to do the dishes, and when she came back Kassandra told her she had to show her her new volleyball collection. Laila knew it was an excuse but went along with it with a fake enthusiasm that almost looked like genuine interest in volleyball.
Caroline and Lexi were left alone on the couch, Kassandra’s movie still playing.
—I’m glad you came.
KK took a moment to answer.
—Yeah?
—Yeah.— Lexi said it looking straight ahead. —Even though you didn’t have to.
—Of course I did— KK answered. —If I wanted to see you, it was on me to come.
Lexi didn’t say anything for a few seconds. She looked at the screen while Caroline watched her.
—What?— Alexandra asked, turning to look at Caroline too. —Are you okay?
—I’m okay.
The apartment stayed quiet.
Outside, the Omaha wind in January made that specific noise against the windows that Lexi knew by heart and tonight it had a different quality, more livable, more like the background to something that didn’t have a name yet but that existed on this couch between two people who knew each other by heart and who still kept finding things they didn’t know how to say to the other.
hi, first of all, sorry for any typos, english isn't my first language and i used google translate 😅 could you write more kk harvey stories with latinas? there are very few stories with latinas involved 😓 and please update yours, it's really good 🙏
Hiiii
Noooo don’t apologize, English is not my first language either. What language do you speak?
I have another idea for a latina OC but not with kk at the moment. I’m planning a part 2 of the long game but with a different hockey player. but I think I might write more about lexi and kk first
