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𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Ryan Leonard x OC au

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In which Ryan and Ophelia finally meet again after 10 years apart

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴t ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Meet Ophelia Jones!

Ophelia & Ryan

Fics *. * ·

You’re in the trees and I’m in the breeze

Begin Again

When She Became More

First Of Many

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I've owed you this

Beneath the surface

Stars All Aligned and They Intertwined

Kisses and ice

Blurbs *. * ·

I’ll always protect you

I can see the future

Haunting Me

Strange.

What you don't see

Close

What I would've done

Secret Moments

Cracks

SMAU’s *. * ·

Good Riddance Junior Year!

Happy Birthday Ophelia!

Happy and healing

So um, hi! A lot of you might recognize me from your likes, as I’ve been a silent reader for years. But I’ve finally decided to put out an au after months of debating. This actually isn’t my first au that I’ve planned out and written for, I have ones for JJ McCarthy, Will Smith (the hockey player), Rutger McGroarty, and Macklin Celebrini, but those will never see the light of day! I would also like to thank @wintfleur for giving me advice on this, as I never would’ve posted an au but I knew that when I messaged her it would help me keep my word that I would FINALLY post my writing. This au was supposed to come out on Friday but I physically couldn’t wait, so yeah enjoy! Send me some requests and ideas on what you would like to see next!

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He doesn’t know I post fanfiction about him

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Here comes the sun - all of the girls you loved before au

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Ophelia’s Instagram post for the months of January and February.

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Soft launch...

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Kisses and ice - all of the girls you loved before au

AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under #🪼opheliajones

3 year old Ryan and Ophelia learn how to skate.

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I've been wanting to write again for Ophelia and Ryan when they were little so heres that. I've also seen so many posts about the study of the dynamics of Ryan's family so I wanted to incorporate that--with that being said this might all be false so just take it as a grain of salt :))

wc: 1k

things to look out for: mentions of Ophelia's abusive father, a little bit of John Leonard (Ryan's brother) being hard on Ryan.

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“Here Phia…all nice and tight for you.” John murmured as he tightened Ophelia’s last lace on her skate for her.

Ophelia stood up, her little legs shaking as she stood on the thin blades.

“Woah–I gotcha.” John held her little arm as he helped her to the ice where Brianna, Cindy, Pamela, little Ryan, and John senior were.

“Look at you Phia! Good job honey.” Cindy praised as Ophelia took wobbly steps on the ice.

“I got you..don’t worry.” John mumbled from behind her, where she clung onto his pant leg. “I won’t let you fall.” 

Ryan pouted a little, jealous from all the attention Ophelia was getting, he stomped his foot on the ice, but slipped and fell.

“Oh–” Pamela gasped, helping Ryan back to his feet.

“I don’t know if he’s really—good at this.” John senior whispered to Cindy, she sighed.

“Give him a little time, I don’t know if John is gonna let him not play hockey or ever be not good at it. You know how it is.” Cindy whispered back.

John sighed, “I know–”

“Wow! Look at you guys!” Brianna exclaimed, watching both Ophelia and Ryan skate around haphazardly, taking turns falling.

“Maybe you should sign Phia up for hockey too, Pam.” Cindy joked.

Pamela watched little Ophelia shakily skate and cling onto John with a fond smile, but it faded away fast once she really thought about it.

“Rome wouldn’t allow it, he wants her to be a lacrosse star instead…” Pamela knew Ophelia probably wouldn't like lacrosse, she knew she never really liked any other sport other than hockey, but that would be a problem for later…right? After Roman went to therapy to be a better man, and regretted all of his actions…yeah, that sounded right.

Cindy sighed, knowing exactly what Pamela was thinking. “Well…hockey is a winter sport.”

“Too expensive..” Pamela sighed, “Rome doesn’t have a job right now so—”

“Mommy look!” A shrill, young girl’s voice called out, Pamela turned to find little Ophelia being able to skate by herself–still clinging to John–but it was an improvement. 

“Oh baby…great job!” Pamela cheered. “You’re a natural!”

Cindy elbowed Pam’s arm at that.

“Come on Ry, you can do this! Don’t you want to be like Johnny?” John Sr. spoke as he tried to guide Ryan around the ice, his little feet slipped everywhere, as he desperately (and impatiently) tried to skate like a seasoned veteran hockey player. 

John turned around at that, a flash of pride on his features, but it turned sour when he saw how badly Ryan was doing. 

Why couldn’t his little brother be like him?

The thought left John when Ophelia tugged on his pant leg, he smiled down at her, picking her little body up in his arms and skated around.

It’s safe to say that the elder Leonard children were obsessed with the fact that all of a sudden, they had “two” younger siblings, even if one wasn’t related by blood, she was fussed over and cared for just the same, like there was a fifth Leonard sibling.

Ophelia wrapped her small arms around John’s neck, her eyes scanning the ice around them. “Why is Ry so bad?” She whispered.

John faltered. “He’ll get used to it, you know how Ry is.”

She nodded. “Ry’s silly.”

John smiled softly, “You’re right–he is.”

Ophelia yawned–it was almost nap time.

“Tired?” John cooed–to which she nodded.

John skated over to the parents. “I think she’s getting tired.”

Pam nodded, taking little Ophelia out of John’s arms, she immediately rested her head on Pam’s shoulder, yawning.

Cindy smiled. “I’ll go get Ryan…he’ll be more stubborn but–oh well.”

With a lot of protests, Ryan and Ophelia finally got off the ice and back to the Leonard residence, they were cuddled up in bed together under a soft, navy blue blanket–something that happened so often no one batted an eye.

“Ry?” Ophelia’s voice whispered over the humidifier.

 Ryan hummed.

“Why couldn’t you skate?” She whispered.

Ryan pouted at that. “I want to–I want to be good like Johnny.”

Ophelia nodded. “I think you’ll be good. I think you’ll be the best someday.”

Ryan smiled, then looked over at Ophelia…who was already asleep.

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Ophelia woke up before Ryan–as always, but like any other time, she waited for him to wake up as well.

Ryan had that signature pout when he slept. His top lip would poke out a little farther than the rest, his freckles were faded now, as it was late in December and he wasn’t under the sun that much. His hair was a little shaggy, mousey brown that just barely touched his forehead.

This is what she did, just stared at him until his eyes opened, he would turn to her and smile slightly and they would get out of bed and go wreck havoc.

Perfect routine if you asked her.

But when Ryan’s eyes opened shortly after—Ophelia wasn't there.

He sat up immediately, his eyes scanning his room in an almost panic.

“Phia?” He called out to the emptiness of the room.

He needed his routine–why wasn’t she here? Why did she leave him?

Ryan sauntered down the stairs into the first floor of his house, keeping his eyes peeled and looking up as he walked through the house.

“There he is!” Cindy called from the kitchen when he entered, picking him up.

“Phia?” Ryan called out, looking around helplessly.

“Oh honey…she’s not here–she had to go back home.” Cindy sighed, smoothing Ryan’s hair back out onto his head.

“But I want my Phia!” Ryan cried, burying his face into his mother’s neck.

Cindy sighed–she knew how much Ryan loved and ached for Ophelia, the two couldn’t be apart–which made life seem sweeter and gave everyone fears for the future.

“Oh sweetie, she’s busy…you’ll see her tomorrow.” She rubbed his back gently. “I know, waking up from a nap is really rough.” 

Ryan rubbed his eyes with his little fist, nodding. 

“We’ll call her tomorrow.”

No one in the Leonard or Jones family could really pinpoint the moment Ryan and Ophelia became inseparable, maybe it’s when Ophelia clapped for Ryan when he took his first steps, maybe it’s when Ryan helped Ophelia take hers. Or maybe it was when they first locked eyes in that hospital nursery after Ophelia was taken out of the NICU. But Alyssa was probably right, with her teenage dreams–there was a good chance it was written in the stars. 

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It's Ryan's birthday...but the cracks in Ophelia's and Ryan's relationship start to show.

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sad blurb but also happy blurb but also horny blurb...do with that what you will.

wc: 903

things to look out for: swearing, making out, things getting a little heated

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It finally was Ophelia’s favorite day..well, besides her mom’s birthday and the day she and Ryan finally got together….and maybe—

Ophelia finally opened her eyes, 8:30 am…not bad for a Sunday. And what was even better was that there was a sleeping, shirtless Ryan clinging onto her for dear life. 

Yeah, I could get used to this.

Her nails started to scratch the surface of the freckled skin on his back, she was so excited that her cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Hmmm…?” Ryan mumbled into her neck.

“Good morning birthday boy…” Ophelia whispered into his hair.

Ryan groaned a little, but smiled into her skin. “I feel old.”

Ophelia giggled, “What, you think 19 is old? Does that mean I’m ancient?”

Ryan smirked, kissing her jaw. “Yeah, in terms of hockey.” 

Ophelia groaned. “It’s a good thing I don’t play hockey then.”

“So…what’d you get me?” Ophelia could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can’t tell you that…” Her voice trailed off.

Ryan sat up, looking down at her. “Honestly, you looking gorgeous is enough–”

Ryan was cut off by Ophelia’s lips, making him swallow his words.

“Hmph-” 

Ophelia pulled away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Ryan pouted.

“Why’d I stop?” Ophelia’s eyebrows raised, but she still looked very amused. 

“Yeah, it’s my birthday…which means you can’t stop.” He smirked.

Ophelia giggled, and pulled him down for more.

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“Huh….1 minute early.” Pamela checked her watch when she saw both Ryan and Ophelia walking into the restaurant together.

“Oh leave them alone Pam, college is rough…especially after winning a gold medal.” Cindy said, the affection dripping from her voice as Ophelia and Ryan slip into the booth seats across from the two mothers.

“19 years old ...where did the time go?” Pamela sighed.

“Mom, we're not that old.” Ophelia sighed.

“Well…Phia is…I’m not.” Ryan murmured.

“Oh you asshole!” Ophelia groaned.

“No swearing.” Pamela reminded and Ophelia sank into her seat a little more, still giving Ryan a look.

Cindy smiles, “Nothing’s changed.”

“Well I mean…he’s way meaner to me.” Ophelia mumbled.

Pamela and Cindy gave each other looks. 

“Nothing has changed.”

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“Oh…there they are.” Cutter mused as Ryan and Ophelia walked into the common room together.

“Huh, we were starting to think you weren't coming…” Aram joked, Ophelia almost hit him after that.

“Yeah…sorry to keep everyone waiting…my mom did not want to leave me.”

“Big mama’s boy…” Ophelia whispered under her breath, Ryan gave her a look.

“Hey…he’s not as bad as Will.” Aram quipped.

“Oh what the fuck! This is Lean’s birthday not shit on Will day.” Will groaned

“Okay now open your presents!” Gabe said, changing the subject. He pointed in the direction where there was a pile of pretty shitty wrapped gifts gathered, and then a nicely wrapped one–which was definitely Ophelia’s.

“Oh guys…you didn’t have too.” Ryan sighed.

“Yeah…we did.”

“You would’ve killed us?”

“‘I get you guys stuff for your birthday why didn’t you get me anything?’”

“Why’re you lying?”

A chorus of voices string out, Ophelia laughs at that and Ryan just looks annoyed.

“Whatever.” Ryan walks over to the pile, starting to open them.

“What’d you get him?” Gabe leaned over to her.

Ophelia leaned over to Gabe,”I ran out of childhood relics so I got him a hoodie and one of those little architecture lego sets of the white house…since you know–the caps.”

Gabe nodded, “Oh cool, and knowing Leno he’s not gonna stop until he finishes it.”

Ophelia laughs and nods.

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After Ryan opened up all the gifts, everyone decided to go their separate ways because of the impending school day, which left Ophelia and Ryan the opportunity to skate a few laps around the ice.

“I know it wasn’t that eventful but I still hope you had a good day.” Ophelia mumbled, her hand holding his.

“No love…it was great, I like any time I spend with you.” Ryan squeezes her hand.

“Good. That’s all I want to do..help you be happy.”

“You know what else you could do?” Ryan suddenly stops.

Ophelia’s eyebrows furrow, she stops as well.

Ryan smirks, and backs her up to the glass.

“Wait–”

“Shhh~” Ryan cut her off, his hands flat against the glass on each side of her.

“You freak–”

Ryan cut her off, smashing his lips to hers.

He knew he shouldn’t be so open with her like this. Someone could’ve forgotten something in the stands after a game or class and easily discover them–and then what?

The more they kissed, and the more of Ophelia he got the more he realized he just couldn’t stop, and that in itself was dangerous…just like the thoughts he had earlier in the year, just like when he almost—

“Ry…baby someone’s gonna catch us.” Ophelia panted into his mouth.

“Oh..sorry.” He sighed, his blush growing deeper and redder at the thought…at his thoughts from earlier.

“No it’s fine I just…well you know.” She mumbled.

Ryan nodded, of course he knew. But he was starting to get tired of knowing. He didn’t really want to hide anymore…sure, obviously he didn’t want to be that guy that made out with his girlfriend right in front of his friends but, not having to hide like a FBI agent would be nice.

But he loved Ophelia, and if this is what she wanted, then fine…he’d do it until the world fell apart. He’d ignore the cracks. 

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Ophelia and Ryan almost get caught

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School finally ended for me which means more posting time yay! Finals were rough guys, at my school it was like more than a month I was dying, but I guess that serves me right when I wrote literally 10k words that one week during it and burnt out. ALSO please send requests in now for what you wanna see from our couple!

wc: 720

things to look out for: kissing, Ryan talking about his playboy days, DISGUSTING FLUFF IM GONNA THROW UP

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“If you didn’t come to BC, do you think we’d meet again?” Ryan’s voice pulled Ophelia from her daydreams.

“Yeah…I think we would’ve…I probably would send you like a DM or something on instagram if I saw you on TV but…I was actually looking at colleges in the DC area for a while.” She hummed, feeling the calloused pads of Ryan’s fingers trail down her shoulder soothingly.

“Oh? Really?” He sat up a bit at her words.

“Yeah, I really liked American but…glad I came here.” She whispered.

Ryan placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Me too. You know our Moms are already planning our annual vacation in June again?”

“No shit, really? Do you think they’ll let us share rooms again?” She asked, they hadn’t not shared rooms anytime they went on vacation together.

“Oh…I don’t know, let's hope they do. I don’t wanna be away from you again.” He mumbled. 

Ophelia smiled at that, and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re clingy today.”

“Only for you.” He said. Which was correct because he’d never felt the way Ophelia made him.

“Ew...my teeth are rotting from how sweet you’re being. Stop it.” She teased.

Ryan let out an amused huff, burying his face in her hair. 

“I can’t wait to be in the Cape with you again.” She sighed wistfully. And yeah, she was incredibly lucky that she lived in Manchester where the beaches were nice but…Cape Cod was different from Cape Ann, but it was rocky and cold. Sometimes a girl just needed her feet in the sand. 

Ryan let out a hum, “Yeah..”

He tried not to think of the future. Tried not to think that in a couple short months his time with his linemates and best friends could be over, but he hoped and prayed with everything he had left in him that the taste in his mouth after it all would be more bittersweet than just bitter.

“Baby?” Ophelia’s voice drew him out of his thoughts, he blushed at the pet name that she just started using for him.

“Huh? Sorry—”

“Stop thinking. You always tell me to do that yet here you are.” She reminded him.

Ryan laughed, his hand stroking her shoulder again. “Yeah, yeah…sorry.”

“How…how long are we going to keep this up?” She asked.

“...Keep what up?” Ryan replied.

“Keeping us a secret.” Ophelia traced shapes on his chest idly.

“Oh. Right.”

They both knew they were quite private when this stuff was brought up but they still had to tell people at some point, even if it was only their family.

“When do you normally tell people this stuff?” Ophelia lifted her head off Ryan’s chest. 

“Uh…I told my mom like…a couple weeks in but, I didn’t really like the girl I was going out with so–”

“Really?” Ophelia gasped. “You dated a girl that you never liked…how? Why?”

“I–I don’t know I was being stupid.” Ryan tried to cover up. Because yeah, that was part of the equation but, he also just wanted a girl on his arm at the time.

“I don’t understand men….” Ophelia mumbled, laying back onto Ryan’s chest.

“Excuse me?” Ryan teased.

“Nothing. I said nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No I think you said something—”

Suddenly there was the sound of keys opening the door, which only meant one thing. 

Drew.

Ophelia sat up quickly, leaning against the wall but still keeping their legs tangled.

“Oh, hey Ophie, didn’t expect to see you there.” Drew placed his backpack onto the ground, flopping onto his bed that was adjacent to Ryan’s.

“You should grow to expect it.” Ophelia laughed, Ryan gave her a look.

“What?” Ophelia looked at him, knowing exactly what he was nervous about. “As your friend I’m not allowed to hang out with you anymore?”

Ryan pinched her arm, Ophelia squealed and moved away.

“You guys are disgusting.” Drew groaned. “Like borderline level couple disgusting, god just make out already, that would be way better than watching this.”

Ophelia and Ryan both paused. Little did Drew know…they had been doing that earlier.

“God, I’m kidding! You two should see your faces right now.” Drew joked.

Ophelia looked away, Ryan just stared at Drew with an accusatory look.

“What?” 

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hear me out guys

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...Maybe Gothenburg is the city of love?

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link to what Ryan go Ophelia for Christmas here. link to what Ophelia got Ryan for Christmas (with the exception that she handmade it), and the ring here (its not exact, but its just two pipe cleaners twisted together to look like a ring). Link to what Ryan got for Ophelia's birthday here.

Also the first two lines for those who don't know are mentioned from this fic.

wc: 4.2k

things to look out for: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, making out, mentions of violence (VERY BRIEFLY), Ophelia cries a little, small mention of abandonment (it's just Ophelia going crazy)

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They ended up not talking about it.

Not out of avoidance, but just because they had so much to do when they got back to school.

For Ophelia, it felt like midterms weren’t actually midterms, because what do you mean finals were two weeks after that?

And Ryan was busy perfecting his game, winning, and communicating with those who were going to coach the World Junior Championships.

Ophelia knew that the line of Perreault-Smith-Leonard was going to make the team. She was even happier when she found out that Cutter, Jacob, Drew, and Aram would be going along with them too.

Then the invite came.

“Do you…wanna come to Sweden with us?” Ryan asked one rainy, cold December night.

Ophelia paused, her eyes looking up from her computer screen. “Uh…let me ask my mom.”

“Yeah, no pressure..uh Grace is gonna be there, and so is Danielle and Samantha so like–you wouldn't be alone. And Will’s mom is going too because of course she is but–” Ryan stammered.

Ophelia laughed, “I’m not worried about that, it's just…flying to another country for a big part of winter break is kinda a lot. Plus Mom would be missing my birthday…wait, the tournament falls on my birthday…right?”

“Oh…yeah it would.” Ryan hadn’t thought of that, and now her chances of going were getting slimmer and slimmer, or at least it felt like it.

“I do really want to go though–I’d hate to miss another milestone for you.” She said slowly, confidence dripping from her voice.

“Yeah, would kind suck to miss that.” Ryan smirked.

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And that’s how she ended up on a nine hour flight. Eating snacks and watching nature documentaries. 

She didn’t even expect her mother to say yes, but…Pamela was clearly full of surprises. 

When she finally got to Gothenburg, it was about four in the morning, which was not exactly ideal but oh well. 

She had found out later in the day after a quick 3 hour nap that she was on the same floor as the Minnetian’s in her hotel, which was really nice since both Samantha and Danielle spent most of their time with her in her room, chatting, taking too many pictures on their digital camera’s, and sight seeing when they could.

Sweden was obviously very beautiful, even at its frigid temperatures, after all, winter was probably their best season. Gothenburg proved to be the perfect place for Santa to build his village as well, because at night time everything glistened and glowed with a sort of childlike innocence that sometimes made her tear up.

During the exhibition days early on into the tournament, before things really got serious, Ophelia and Ryan would put on their heavy winter coats, share a mug of hot chocolate (because Ryan was very strict on his diet, but then Ophelia would bring up his Starbucks order…which led to a lot of bickering), and would both share a pocket in Ryan’s coat, clutching each others hands out of need for warmth or not getting lost, (this also was not true).

And during the games she would wear his jersey, sitting up high in the rafters of the Team USA section of the arena, fingers crossing every time any player in red, white, and blue got close to the net.

And then it was Christmas, the boys did their promotional video with the team and then sauntered into Rutger’s room, playing stupid phone games and opening presents.

When it was Ophelia’s turn to give her gift to Ryan, she plopped down a neatly wrapped box before saying, “I’m actually lowkey proud of this one, so if you hate it I will cry.”

Which earned a laugh from the guys, and a weird look from Ryan.

He pulled the bow off, watching the box unfold itself into small sections, each section that fell from the shape included a picture of them when they were younger or a small memorabilia that they both thought for sure had been lost. Ryan’s eyes widened a little, his mouth turning down in a lovesick frown.

“Wait, hold on…there’s one more thing.” Ophelia mumbled, she couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of everyone but…it was just too perfect to ignore. 

She pulled out a small circle of pipe cleaners, one light blue and the other color a dark green, both wrapped around each other carefully but also unevenly in a way only young kids could craft, the ends were both tied together, she slipped it on her ring finger like she did so many years ago. Then showed it to Ryan.

“I spent literal hours looking for this, I thought I lost it.” She whispered, like he was the only person in the room.

His hand reached out gently for hers, tracing the fuzzy band. He pulled her in for a sudden hug, ignoring the chirps, the sounds of endearment, and groans from the others.

“Jeez, get a room!” Frank Nazar teased.

Ryan eventually pulled away, “Thank you…for this.” He picked up the box and folded it back together carefully. Ophelia tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands.

“Okay…my turn!” Will called out, effectively taking the attention off the both of them.

Ryan gave her half of her birthday gift, to which she rolled her eyes and said, “You really could’ve waited.”

He just rolled his eyes back at her, “That would be no fun… besides, you deserve it.”

She unwrapped it from its wrapping carefully, revealing a small little heart shaped dish, a delicately painted ocean, some rocks and a lighthouse.  

“You complained about not having any real storage for your jewelry so..I thought this would be good.” He explained.

“Awww, Ryan this is so cute, and it’s really useful, thank you…I’ll start using it tonight.” She gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a little side hug.

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It turns out Team USA is really good. Like, really good. Not counting a heart racing shootout win against Czechia, they were soaring. 

And then it was Ophelia’s birthday.

New Year’s Eve was pretty fun too, Ryan starting the next year and ending the previous with a tipsy kiss on her cheek, mumbling a small happy birthday, after.

Then it was sloppy hugs from all the guys, and Zeev, poor, sweet, absolutely shit-faced Zeev came over. 

“Y’know, you’re like…Ryan’s favorite right? He can’t stop looking for you during games and–”

“What?” Ophelia asked.

“Okay, Zeev, enough.” Gabe said, dragging him away from her.

“But they're like..perfect for each other! Come on Gabe–” She heard him as they walked away from her.

“Hey.” She heard someone else from behind her.

“Oh…hey Cutter, what’s up?” She asked, when she turned around to greet whoever it was.

“Does the birthday girl wanna take a walk with me?” He asked, sounding mostly tired.

She turned around to find Ryan, and watched as he threw back yet another shot, sighing, she turned back around to him.

“Yeah, that would be nice actually.”

It was cold outside, but much better than inside the hot, sticky bar. Cutter sat down on a bench and patted the spot down next to him, she took a seat.

“Enjoying Sweden?” He asked, to which Ophelia nodded. “Good.”

“Why’d you–” 

“You looked pretty overwhelmed in there, especially after Buium said something ...wait, what did he say?” Cutter looked over at her.

“Something stupid…I don’t know, he’s drunk so–I won’t hold him to it.” Ophelia dismissed, feeling warmth climb its way to her cheeks.

“It doesn’t look like anything stupid.” Cutter observed, because of course he was the most observant person on the team.

“Well, it was just about Ryan and I so…” She trailed off.

“Oh,” Cutter laughed.

“What do you mean, oh?” She countered, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Just…makes sense, you guys are known to freak out a bit after something that involves the other person.” He explains.

“What?” She cried. “Wait, Cutter–what?”

He smirked at her. “I’ve had to do the same thing with Ryan.”

“No–no you haven't–”

“I have.” And he said it like it was final, like what she’d been thinking was suddenly true, like she wasn’t just making shit up.

“You look tired.” He read her like an open book again. “Want me to walk you back to your hotel?”

“Please.” 

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Sweden had become too cold. Like a bitter chill that wrapped around her and pulled her in different directions. It was her birthday, and god, did she feel awful. 

“You’ve been off all day.” Danielle said, bumping her shoulder into Ophelia’s. “Got something to share with the class?”

It was just the girls in Grace’s room right now. Sisters and a couple girlfriends that had introduced themselves to her at the beginning of the tournament, saying, Oh, you must be Ryan’s girlfriend! And hiding knowing looks when she corrected them.

“Just tired.” Ophelia shrugged.

“Oh come on! You just turned nineteen, you should still be celebrating!” Olivia, Zeev’s girlfriend, cried. It’s funny how similar they both were, but…it made sense.

“Oh, leave her alone, we were out pretty late last night.” Grace reminded, like the good adult she was.

Danielle patted Ophelia’s knee, “What did Ryan get you?”

“Oh…I’m not so sure yet…we haven’t seen each other yet today.” She said, sort of staring off into space.

“Wait, really? I for sure thought you would’ve seen him by now.” Samantha sat up on the bed.

Ophelia shrugged again, “He’s just working out or something…I’m sure I’ll see him later today.”

Grace perked up a bit, remembering a conversation that Ryan had between all the girls last night. “Oh…actually Ophelia, I think the guys are busy the rest of the day…”

“Wait…what?” Her head snapped to look at Grace.

“Yeah….you didn’t know?” Samantha sighed, picking up exactly what Grace was putting down. “Their coach was pretty serious after the shootout, has them working all day today.”

“Oh.” 

“Hey, it’s okay…who needs guys to make a birthday party fun anyways?” Olivia chimed in. “We’ll have way more fun.”

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“Hey girl! How’s the birthday bitch?” Luna’s voice cracked over the speaker of Ophelia’s computer.

“Not great.” Ophelia sighed, standing in front of the mirror as she got ready.

“Wait..why?” Nathan’s concerned voice asked.

“It’s just…Ryan and the guys are busy today because their coach wants to work them from the shootout and stuff…totally not hating on him by the way! But like…they didn’t even tell me, and I thought I was gonna see them today but..I guess not and it's just...” Ophelia’s voice cracked a little with emotion, “Kinda wish I stayed home, because at least I could’ve celebrated with Mom and you guys and…now I feel guilty.”

“Oh..sweet girl…I’m so sorry. You do not deserve this on your birthday.” Luna cooed.

“I’ll beat him up.” Nathan threatened.

“Have you at least talked to your mom?”

“Yeah…no I have, before all this though…and I really don’t wanna tell her because I don’t want her feeling bad.” She sighed.

“Are you at least celebrating in some way?” Nathan asked.

“No–yeah I mean I am…the girls and I are gonna go out and it’s gonna be really fun I just…wish he was here with me y’know?” Ophelia rambled.

Both Nathan and Luna knew about how she felt for Ryan, but they were quite possibly the only people in the world who really knew it. Everyone could speculate what they wanted, but they were the only ones who absolutely knew the truth.

Luna sighed, “Yeah…I’m sorry Lia, that really sucks.”

“I don’t even know why I’m complaining now. I made it another year and everyone’s happy and healthy…that’s what I should really care about.” Ophelia said. 

“Well yeah but…you’re being grateful now. After this you can be upset that the literal love of your life fucked up.” Luna replied.

“I don’t think I want him to be the love of your life anymore…” Nathan trailed off.

“I’m not gonna punish him for how his coach is doing his job, I mean…I don’t know. I wish they’d told me.” She sighed.

There was a knock at the door followed by a text from Grace.

We’re outside

“Shit, I gotta go, sorry guys.” Ophelia sighed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Nathan replied.

“Yeah! We’ll talk later.” Luna said.

“Alright, talk later.” Ophelia answered.

“Oh wait! Lia?” Luna called out. “Have as much fun as you can but…maybe don’t forget this.”

The pit in Ophelia’s stomach dropped. The idea of her having a strike system and tight leash on Ryan made her upset, they way they could just fade away into the past again made her feel sick. 

“I’m sure it’s just an honest mistake.” She quickly said.

“Oh my god–do not defend this man with your life–”

She hung up.

Ophelia grabbed her jacket before stepping out of her hotel room to the group of girls.

“Sorry I’m late!”

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“Um..where the hell are we going?” Ophelia asked nervously to Grace, as they walked in the back door of some random hotel. “I thought you said we were going out.”

The other girls had abandoned them, claiming that they had another conflict to get to, chalking it up with insincere apologies which made her stomach hurt even more.

“Don’t worry about it, just keep walking.” Grace reminded, her hands going to her shoulders.

They walked into a dark room before Ophelia turned around.

“Grace…I’m really starting to feel like everyone is abandoning me–I’m not trying to be ungrateful but I’ve been alone all day and–”

The lights flickered on, Ophelia turned around.

“SURPRISE!” Everyone cheered, the team, all the girls that appeared, and so did the parents.

“Wait…wait what?” She stammered, as Ryan ran over to her, his arms wrapping around her waist.

“Sorry we scared you..but, I wanted to make this special.” He explained.

“Oh.” She let out, still shocked. “Oh my god–I..thank you guys for this it…means a lot.”

“Come on…we wanna open presents with you now!” Ryan ushered her over.

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After opening her many presents, which she was very surprised for…it was Ryan’s turn. He was practically buzzing with energy.

“Okay…wait before I give this to you…I want you to remember preschool.” He started.

“Um…what?” Ophelia asked, looking at him, it was followed by a couple of laughs.

“Just..open it and you’ll see.”

She gave him a strange look before unwrapping it. She was met with a Swarovski box.

“Ryan.”

“Just open it.”

“How much did you spend on this?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied quickly, just trying to get her to open it.

“No…how much did you spend?” 

“Oh come on! Just open it already!” Will called out, Colleen rubbed his shoulder with her hand to quiet him down.

Ophelia gave Will a look, and then finally opened the box up.

Inside the box was a gently placed crystal flower, a yellow lily to be exact. It had two green crystal leaves, and a gold metal wire that wrapped around a block of white crystal. It was exactly like the little yellow flowers in the field behind their old preschool. The flowers that Ryan used to pick for her when they were young.

“I…I guess I just wanted something from then that lasted forever.” Ryan stammered out, gauging her reaction.

She let out a sniffle, before burying her head in the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

“Oh my god, is she crying?” Aram asked.

“No.” Ophelia let out, although it was weak. “Fuck, you…you can’t just spring this shit on me like this.” She sniffled.

Ryan wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on top of her head.

A chorus of “awwww”s rang out through the room.

“I’m not crying.” She said again.

“I’m not saying you are.” Ryan said gently as Ophelia pulled back.

“I’m not even joking, this might be the best birthday present I’ve ever got.” She said, giving the box to an eager Olivia who wanted to see.

“I’m glad, Mom said it was pretty good too.” Ryan let out a weak chuckle.

The gifts had been so thoughtful…which made her heart beat even faster. They were clearly both at the end of their ropes. How far could they keep delaying this?

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January 5th, 2024. The gold medal game against Sweden. 

Of course the guys were gonna make it to the finals, they had this sort of confidence that seemed almost infectious.

“We’re gonna win. Who else is it gonna be?”

But all that echoed in Ophelia’s mind was the conversation that Ophelia and Ryan had earlier that morning, when he brought her a warm cup of hot chocolate while she was in bed.

“I’m excited to win another gold medal.” He said, slipping into bed with her.

“Oh? You seem very confident.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“Of course I am..I have a lucky charm in the crowd.” He replied.

“Oh…who?” 

“You Phia, obviously. Wanna win something for you.” He moved a little closer to her on the bed.

Ophelia blushed, looking away. 

“Seriously. I want you to be there for at least one of my big milestones.” He said, his voice having a slight serious edge to it.

“I—I…yeah no, it would be great to see you win something of value.” She stuttered out.

He smiled. “Well, I have to get to the rink but…I’ll see you in a couple of hours?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. If I don’t speak to you again good luck…and get a goal for me.” She added.

Ryan hummed, his fingers gently grasping her chin and moving her head up a little to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I will, don’t worry.” He whispered against her skin before pulling away.

Ophelia shivered at both the contact and the absence of it, watching him get out of bed.

“I’ll be looking for you.” He mumbled, and slipped out the door.

Ophelia sighed, her face turning hot again, she reached for her phone to type in her groupchat of Nathan and Luna.

You’ll never believe what happened to me between yesterday and right now since I’ve talked to you guys.

The rink was packed. Full of yellow and navy blue jerseys, and then the small section of red, white, and blue up in the nosebleeds, and it was loud.

The first period was pretty tame, not including the several heart attacks she got from the shots from the swedish players, and of course there were the heavy hits that made her gasp.

It wasn’t until the end of the first period that Gabe got a goal, putting the U.S. up by one, assisted by Will.

Now Ophelia could finally breathe, now the U.S. had an edge that Sweden didn’t.

And then the second period happened. Things got a lot more chippy, Sweden tied it up, but then Issac scored twice, and it seemed like Sweden was running out of steam.

And then it happened.

About three minutes left in the third period, Ryan scored.

It was a crazy play, a series of insane stickhandling moves where at one point Ophelia thought: oh, he lost it. And then the puck went into the net and all of a sudden the score changed to 5-2.

Samantha’s hands were on her shoulders, rocking her back and forth, shouting, “Your man! That’s your man!”

And Ophelia just smiled and nodded. Because if I was one thing that she learned from the past couple of months is that she was his, he was hers, and there was never anyone else. That was her man, and she was his girl.

She watched as he blew kisses to the Swedish fans, holding his hand to his ear, and then suddenly turning around and stretching his arm out towards their section. 

Pointing at her.

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Ryan smelled, which was to be expected as he literally just threw on his pants, his jersey and ran out of the locker room almost seamlessly into Ophelia’s arms.

“I fucking told you–I told you we’d win it.” He said breathlessly, shoving his face into her neck.

“I didn’t doubt you guys for a second…genuinely.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

“Did you like my celly?” He asked, pulling away.

“Yeah…the kisses were really funny–”

“No, when I pointed up to you. Wanted to make sure you knew that one was only for you.” He interrupted.

Ophelia froze. “Oh…y-yeah that was nice.”

Ryan smirked. “I think I deserve something for that goal…and the win.”

“Oh…hmmm…” She said, looking up at him. “No I guess you’re right..” 

Ophelia leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek. It hit her about two seconds later that this was the first time her lips had ever touched him.

“Oh my fucking god–get a room you two!” Zeev cried from the other side of the hallway.

Ophelia watched as Ryan’s eyes snapped open, his expression turning from peaceful to annoyance.

“Oh my fucking—” He muttered under his breath.

Ophelia turned back to look at him. “Go…you should really celebrate with them.”

Ryan’s hands found hers, “I’ll go to your hotel room at eleven, then I can bring you out. Is that cool?”

“Yeah…yeah no totally, I’ll be waiting.”

He squeezed her hands in his, giving her one last smile before pulling away.

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Ryan had been spiraling from the moment he pointed at Ophelia in the stands for his goal. Not in a bad way just…his body giving him a gentle–harsh reminder that he really couldn’t hold back anymore. 

The gold medal hanging around his neck really meant nothing to him if he didn’t have the girl that predated it.

This was it. 

He kept telling himself. Stop holding back, stop holding back, stop holding back, stop–

He stepped into the plush hotel carpet of her hotel room, his fingers shaking as he put her extra key card in his pocket.

“Phia.” He said, standing between the carpeted section of the TV and beds.

“Oh..hey Ry.” She lifted her computer off her lap and placed it back onto her bed, walking over to him. “You ready?”

“I love you.”

She froze, watching him. Ryan felt the small claws of doubt climb its way up to his chest.

“No..just..listen to me, please.” He sounded so tortured.

She nodded.

“Phia I–I don’t wanna lose you again. I can’t lose you again. I…from the moment I made that stupid pipe cleaner ring and punched Tyler straight in the stomach I knew you were mine. That you always would be mine and to be honest…I never stopped thinking of you. And I should’ve known that the second that I told Will about you when we were both seventeen, and he knew but for some reason I couldn’t…I couldn't figure it out. I really want to take you to Washington with me, I want you to be there for everything after this because I need you. I want to be able to hold you close at parties and sneak into rooms to kiss you and decorate our future apartment together. I want you in my future when we’re both wrinkly and old, and have wedding bands on our fingers and we just laugh…laugh because of right now, and the future, and the past.”

“Ryan that…was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” She whispered.

“Yeah?” He inhaled.

“Yeah.” She nodded her head, and surged forward to press her lips to his.

They both shut their eyes at the touch, letting out matching sighs of relief.

Ryan’s hands wrapped around her waist, backing her up slowly until her back hit the wall, his hand coming up behind her head to soften the way it met the drywall. Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him down more to try and swallow his mouth.

And then there were their lips.

Ryan was dizzy from the way her soft lips glided against his so easily, sticky and hot from her lip gloss. He pulled away to breathe.

“I wanna be yours too, Ryan.” Ophelia said breathlessly.

He smirked. “My girlfriend.” He whispered to himself, before tugging her back in for another kiss.

She let out a small noise at the way he pulled her in, but quieted back down again. 

Ryan was a really good kisser. He was gentle in all the ways one could ask for, tilting her head up and running his fingers through the ends of her hair and god–

His phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Ryan groaned, but broke the kiss. Ophelia figured out that she really liked the way her lip gloss looked smeared on his mouth.

“It’s the guys.” He sighed, thumbing a quick message back, his hand still not leaving her waist.

“What are they saying?” She asked, peering down to look at his phone.

“For us to hurry up…come on, let's go.” He offered her his bicep to hang onto, just like he did their first date and Ophelia grabbed it wordlessly.

“Wait uh…Ryan?”

He turned to look at her.

“Do you mind if we keep this–us dating–just to us for now? I mean…it’s not that I love you I’m also just really shy about PDA and–”

“Hey…Phia, it's all good. I understand.” His hand stroked her cheek. “Let’s figure this out…just the two of us before we tell people. I agree, it’s a good idea.”

She sighed, mumbling a quick thanks, glad that he didn’t take it the wrong way.

“Now come on…the guys are waiting.”

If there was one thing Ophelia learned these fourteen days, it’s that she really fucking loved Sweden.

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Ryan lets his mouth slip.

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so, this ones really steamy, I'm so sorry 😭, genuinely have no clue what possessed me to make this. Also I know this is a longer fic like piece but I'm gonna classify this as a blurb just because it's not really that important to the story.

wc: 1.1k

things to look out for: mentions of sex, swearing

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The days slowly got shorter and shorter, and the weather had a distinct Boston bite to it.

It was only a couple days out from Thanksgiving break, and Ophelia was starting to get restless.

At first there were midterms, which kind of freaked her out a little since it was nothing like high school. It called for long late night study sessions, and at most 4 hours of sleep. 

But there was one positive that came out of it: Ryan.

Ryan was also very serious about his grades, something she knew from childhood but still oddly impressed that he’d kept up with it. But that was Ryan, never one to give up something that quickly. And she and Ryan had spent countless hours in libraries, each other's dorms and just random places around campus.

But there was one difference between them, Ryan took breaks to actually recharge and Ophelia could work herself to the bone without any prevention. Which led to a lot of fighting. . .

“You have to take a break Phia, you look exhausted.” Ryan said for the millionth time, trying to reason with her.

“No, I have so much more shit to do I physically can’t–” She rambled, not even bothering to look up at him.

Ryan huffed, but his eyes widened a little with an idea. 

Suspicious from the lack of a comeback, she looked up, taking her hands off her computer for a split second, but just enough for Ryan to grab the device and move it away from her.

“Ryan–what the fuck–” She stuttered, reaching out to grab the device.

Ryan just gave her a devilish smile, reaching to grab her, lifting her up with his arms.

“Ryan..? Ryan what–” 

He carried her to his bed, where he dropped her and flopped on top of her.

“You’re impossible.” She huffed, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Ryan just smiled, tucking his face into her neck, his fingers going to hold her locket,”You’re taking a 30 minute nap or else I’m not gonna let you get up.”

“This is so fucking stupid–”

His hand slapped over her mouth,”Stop yapping and start sleeping.”

She debated on spitting into his hand.

Instead she just turned her head to the side, his hand losing grip and flopping into her hair.

A nap did sound nice, maybe she should just take one.

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She ended up sleeping more than 30 minutes, but was thankful that Ryan made her do it anyway.

It was now the day before Thanksgiving, and Pam couldn’t pick her up from school that night after her exams. Which was fine, she wanted to go home but it meant hanging out more with Ryan, as really none of the guys were leaving for Thanksgiving due to practice.

She was hanging out in Ryan’s room, per usual, trying to ignore the war between her head and her heart as his hand crept lower and lower at her back.

She sat up quickly.

“Woah, you okay?” Ryan asked, also sitting up, concerned. 

Ophelia opened her mouth and then closed it, before finally turning to him.

“If I was at the draft, and you got to me after you were drafted, what would you have done?”

Ryan’s face turned pink, and Ophelia almost took it back until he said something.

“I would have hugged you..like I did with everyone else…” He gulped, a dark look in his eyes. “I would have kissed you on the cheek.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened a bit.

“And then when we were alone we would’ve—celebrated.” He bit his lip.

“Celebrated?” 

He looked directly at her, his eyes dark and hazy, “Yeah…I would’ve…you would’ve been so good for me–”

“Ryan! You ready?” Drew’s voice called out from the door. They both jumped apart, Ophelia stood up from the bed, ignoring the way Ryan’s hand reached out to grab her wrist.

“Um…just–” Ryan stuttered, watching as Ophelia backed herself to the other side of the room, opening the door to see an impatient Drew.

“Oh, shit, hi Ophie…didn’t expect to–”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m leaving now, have fun.” She sped past him and down the hall.

“Um.” Drew stood there in the doorway, looking back at Ryan, whose head was in his hands. “Holy fuck dude, what happened?”

Ryan groaned, “I fucked up.”

Drew stepped into their room, standing by his desk, “I can see that, wanna tell me what you said?”

Ryan removed his hands from his face, revealing a heavy shame, “I told her…stuff about draft night.”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed,”Nothing…happened..?”

“No I–I told her what I’d do to her if she were at the draft too..” He stuttered.

“Uh…what would you have done?”

Ryan gave him a look.

“OH! oh…what the hell? You told her that?” Drew was shocked. “How graphic did you–”

“I was about to get really graphic…that’s the problem.” Ryan groaned again, his cheeks turning a little pink

Drew’s mouth was almost on the floor. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was…she’s gonna forgive me…right?” He murmured.

“I hope. For your sake. I can’t imagine having to tell your parents you lost her again because of some sex ta—” 

“Alright! Alright! I fucked up, I know.” He groaned, flopping back onto his bed.

Drew shrugged, “I mean yeah but…you’ll never know until you talk to her again.”

“I think I should…give her a break. When she comes back then I’ll talk to her but, I think I’ve done enough.” Ryan sighed, pushing his hair back.

Drew nodded. “Now uh…I would love to give you some time to grovel about this but I’m hungry.”

Ryan sat up and sighed,”Yeah, let’s go.”

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Ophelia slammed the door, pressing her back up against it. Her heart beating in her chest.

It didn’t help that she was wearing his sweatshirt, cracked USA hockey lettering on the front, a small number nine on the sleeves, big and warm and it smelled so distinctly like him–

Stop.

It’s not like she could talk to someone about this, her mom was off the table, and if she told Luna and Nathan they would hate him.

Because she didn’t want to admit that she liked the way he talked about her.

Ryan was extremely attractive. And yeah, she’s watched his shirt lift up everytime he stretches, and maybe if he pushed her against the wall–

Stop. It.

She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts out. 

She flopped back onto her bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling. 

Maybe she shouldn’t have ran out of his dorm room like that…but what was she gonna say?

I feel the same, now pucker up?

A chill ran down her spine, maybe if Drew hadn’t interrupted something else would’ve happened. Maybe they both would have finally given in and actually done something.

Both.

Ryan felt the same way.

She sat up suddenly, the words echoing into her head.

He probably thought the same way. Why else would he admit that?

Her heart hammered in her chest. She was so close.

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Ryan takes Ophelia on a date, and Ophelia lets her heart beat for him.

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hiiiii guys, we are so back. Not much longer until these lovebirds actually do something, it's gonna be pretty quick from here!

edit: i feel like im walking on stage and everyone's booing me, i apologize, life just got really hard. im back again

wc: 2.5k

things to look out for: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex

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It wasn’t a date. 

Ryan was not taking her on a date.

“It's totally a date, Lia.” Nathan’s voice startled her back to her computer.

“Shut up Nathan! You’re freaking her out!” Luna cried from her section of the screen.

Ophelia just stared at them again, blinking.

It was a date. Ryan was taking her out on a date. Her Ryan–the same one who pushed her into the pool when they were younger, protected her from bullies, and taught her how to shoot a puck– was taking her out on a date and for some reason she just couldn’t get past that.

Of course she said yes, because she loved–liked Ryan and the part of her heart that was beating just for him had become too hard to ignore. 

“Lia, sweetie, your concealers gonna dry down if you don’t blend it out soon.” Luna’s voice broke her out of her trance for the second time.

“Shit–yeah.” Ophelia stuttered out and turned back to her mirror, blending out her concealer quickly.

“When did you say he was going to pick you up?” Nathan asked, looking at the clock on his phone.

“2:30. How much time do I have?” Ophelia answered, not even bothering to look at the clock on her computer.

“You have like twenty minutes, you’ll be fine.” Nathan replied.

“So where exactly are you guys going?” Luna asked.

“I have no idea. He told me that he was dressing nicer but–he only dresses in sweatpants and hoodies so like…that literally gives me nothing.” Ophelia rambled, putting away her brow gel and taking out her blush.

“I’m sure what you have on is fine, I don’t see him as the type of person to take you out on a fancy dinner date–he knows you and he knows that you like to do stuff.” Nathan spoke matter of factly.

“Yeah-–fuck!” Ophelia cursed as she applied too much blush, rubbing her fingertips on her cheeks harshly. Luna just laughed.

“Yeah, you look great Lia, if Ryan wasn’t taking you out I’d keep you all to myself.” Luna flirted, licking her lips and jokingly rubbing her hands together in a villain like way.

“You’re disgusting.” Nathan shook his head.

“You’re just mad I pull more than you.” Luna teased.

“That’s literally not true–” 

“Do I look stupid?” Ophelia interrupted Nathan, looking at the camera to show her fully finished makeup.

“No babe, you look great.” Luna replied.

“Yeah, you look fine.” Nathan said, which earned a glare from Luna.

Ophelia let out a laugh, the nervousness rolling off her a little bit.

“Okay, should I put a little bow in my hair or is that too much?” Ophelia asked, pulling half of her hair back for show.

“I mean..it would look cute” Luna started.

“Okay—is it even?” She asked, turning around.

“Yeah, looks good.” Luna replied.

“Thanks, um—okay Nathan which one?” She asked, holding up two different lip products. Nathan took this job of picking them very seriously, which was pretty endearing.

“Hmmm, the one on my left.” He said.

Ophelia hummed and looked in the mirror, applying the selected lip oil.

“Okayyy, final look.” Ophelia said, turning back over to her computer.

“Awww, baby’s first date.” Nathan teased.

“Nathan if you don’t shut the fuck up–”

here

Ophelia’s eyes widened at her phone. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck–oh god–” She rambled.

“Oh my god is he there?” Luna practically yelled.

“Go meet your hot date, and don’t come back to your dorm if you know what I–”

Ophelia hung up before Nathan could even finish that sentence, looking in the mirror and pressing her cool hands to the skin of her cheeks, trying to dampen the redness.

She slipped her sambas on and ran downstairs, almost tripping on the last few steps before fast walking out of her dorm building.

She spotted Ryan a few feet away, looking at his phone and wearing…jeans?

Thankfully it wasn’t a suit or anything though, which made her feel better about what she was wearing, but...he looked cozy…like boyfriendy almost.

He was wearing light wash jeans, his old beat up air forces and a t-shirt. It also seemed like he did his hair beforehand…which made her heart flutter a bit more than it should have.

She cleared her throat, watching as Ryan snapped his head up from his phone.

He stilled for a second, taking her in just as she did to him a couple seconds earlier.

Then he gave her that stupid smile. The one that melted her insides right then and there. When he smiled with that soft look in his eye that she only ever saw his parents do to each other. The one that made her think, no, please don’t give me hope.

“Hey.” He said, snapping her out of her trance.

“Hi.” Ophelia smiled, walking down the steps of her dorm building.

“You look nice.” Ryan flirted, although Ophelia brushed it off as him being nice.

“You do too, this is probably the nicest thing I’ve seen you wear since…” She trailed, trying to think back into their childhood.

“Oh, and suits don’t count?” He countered.

“Nah, for you that's like–basic everyday wear.” She teased. “Anyway, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Ryan said, and held out his arm for her to grab.

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They arrived at the New England Aquarium an hour later, because of course they had to take public transit.

Ophelia was a little confused for the good portion of the trip, trying to annoy the information out of Ryan. But when she saw they were transferring onto the blue line, she couldn’t sit still.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited Ry, you have no idea.” She spoke excitedly, as they walked towards the building.

“I’m glad.” He smirked, knowing he picked well.

After Ophelia almost cried over how cute the seals were in the front, they finally entered.

The first exhibit they came to was the penguins. Ryan learned that the whole time they were going to be there he would have to cheer Ophelia up every time, as her eyes welled up at any chance of seeing a cute animal.

Not that he was mad…it actually gave him more of an excuse to get his hands on her.

It was about thirty minutes and “oh, wanna hear a fun fact?” later when they stood in front of a giant tank with sea turtles and other fish.

Ryan wanted to reach out and hold her so badly that his hand started to itch, but of course, Ophelia was too immersed to even notice.

“I miss our Cape Cod trips.” She sighed suddenly, and Ryan’s head almost snapped in half looking at her.

“You do?” He asked, trying to get more out of her.

“Yeah…I just remember being on the beach all day with you guys– oh my god and I remember John used to like, waterboard you and it was so funny—”

“Okay we don’t need to talk about that part though.” Ryan interrupted, blushing from embarrassment.

“Oh come on, it was hilarious.” Ophelia laughed.

“Yeah…sure it was.” Ryan grumbled, but he had a smirk on his face.

Ophelia laughed, then pressed her palm to the cool glass, enacted by the way the fish glided in the water.

Ryan just stared. He stared and thought…I like her nose. I want my kids to have it.

His hands were itching so bad now, for nothing and for everything at the same time.

He stepped closer and watched her reaction. Nothing. He stepped even closer, nothing. Until their sides were touching.

Then Ryan did something so incredibly stupid–something that of course his future self would thank him for, but it caused a heart attack for the present one.

Her locket had been hanging outside of her sweater the whole time, bobbing back and forth and its chain twisting a little if she got too excited, but other than that it stayed right between the gap of her collarbones.

His fingers touched the cool metal before he could stop himself, pulling it taunt towards him, lifting it up. 

Her eyes widened a little, but her body language told him everything he needed to know. She turned towards him a little, their bodies brushing together even more. She watched him silently.

The fingernail of his thumb traced on the groves of the front of the locket, a little worn, probably from her doing the same thing. His eyes stayed glued to the locket, too scared of what he might do if he did.

His fingernail pried itself to the small crevice where the opening was, still not looking up.

They stayed there for a beat, staring. Ryan could feel her eyes on his face, watching. Ophelia saw the focused but soft look in his eyes as he stared, something she had never seen before. 

His thumb opened the locket.

On the left side he saw a picture of her and Pamela. Ophelia had to be about nine years old, which meant he’d never seen this before.

Ophelia was standing proudly, holding a smile that only a nine year old would, and proudly displaying a little book of some kind. Scribbled in teacher handwriting it said, The Three Little Pigs, Ophelia Jones (the stick pig). Next to her was Pam, who seemed to be wearing a pair of her endless scrubs, clearly just getting out of work. Her arm was wrapped around little Ophelia’s shoulders, her face smushed into hers.

Ryan smiled slightly at the picture, before his attention turned to the other one. The same smile faltering a little.

It was a picture of the two of them at the beach, smiling displeasurable at the camera. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, as hers were both placed on his arm and his stomach. 

Ryan swallowed, and finally looked back up at her, meeting her gaze.

His hand stayed on her locket, but they were far too immersed in each other to care about anything in the outside world. 

Ophelia was going to open her mouth and say something, if it wasn’t for the screaming child that came running from the other direction and smacking himself straight into the glass, breaking them apart.

“Uhh, come on, there’s other tanks over here.” Ryan said awkwardly, pointing in the other direction.

“Um, yeah, good idea.” Ophelia stuttered out, following him down the hall.

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The touch tank was their last stop. 

Teaming with kids screaming and running that made Ophelia’s head hurt. But after getting a closer look at the assorted marine life, she was back to normal.

“Rays are basically dogs of the sea, did you know that?” She hummed excitedly, washing her hands.

“No I didn’t know that, how are they dogs?” Ryan laughed.

“Well, basically they love attention. Have you ever seen those videos of people at beaches and the stingrays are just right there swimming past them? That’s what I mean.” She rambled.

“Oh, I see.” Ryan said, walking over to the tank and reaching his hand in, watching as a stingray glided up to him.

“Told ya.” She exclaimed, walking over next to him.

Ryan smiled, looking down at the little stingray, “Yeah, you were right.”

Ophelia slipped her hand in the tank as well, her hand brushing against his. 

“They’re so cute…” Ophelia cooed, Ryan turned his head to look at her, watching her eyes water up a little.

He smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her head. “They are, aren’t they?”

Ophelia hummed, blinking away her tears and moving her hand over to the little shark that was currently swimming by.

Ryan’s hand also goes to touch the little shark, purposefully making sure his hand brushed over hers. 

Ophelia looked away slightly, trying to hide the blush in her cheeks but Ryan saw it as it traveled down to her neck.

They stood there for a while, petting each shark and stingray, commenting on how particularly cute one was, each time allowing Ryan to press another kiss to the top of her head.

“Wanna head out?” Ryan asked, watching her yawn for the fifth time.

“Yeah..sure.” Ophelia said, pulling her hand out of the tank.

Ryan followed her and washed his hands again with her. His hand went to the small of her back as they walked towards the exit.

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Ryan walked her back up into her dorm building stopping when they got to her door. 

“Uh…wanna stay the night?” She asked, turning back around to look at him.

Ryan sighed, he would really have loved too…but he had morning lift extremely early the next morning, and didn’t want to bother her.

“I wish I could, but…I got lift really early tomorrow.” Ryan sighed, already not looking forward to it.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Ophelia said, trying to hide her disappointment.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though…okay?” Ryan spoke, watching her try to hide her emotions.

“Yeah of course, thanks for taking me out.” She smiled, ignoring how she said take me out, like they actually went on a date.

Ryan smiled, “Anything, thanks for agreeing to come.”

Ophelia smiled back. Ryan leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well okay? Or at least try for me.”

“Uh…y-yeah thanks.” She stuttered out.

Ryan gave her one last smile, before turning away and walking down the hall, turning into the staircase.

Ophelia just stood there, watching him as he disappeared, a bigger blush creeping onto her face.

She quickly turned around, unlocking her door and slipping inside.

She pulled out her phone and clicked on the group chat between her, Luna, and Nathan.

Lia!!

Don’t worry, I’m spending the night in my dorm, alone.

Nathan 👹

Aww man, we were really rooting for you!

Ophelia rolled her eyes, before putting her phone down on her desk, taking out the bow from her hair, her rings, and her sweater, pausing when she felt the cool metal against her warm skin.

She turned to look over at the mirror, her hand finding her locket, twisting it between her fingers, exactly where Ryan touched it, also going to open it up.

She’s seen the inside a thousand times, but now knowing that Ryan has seen it as well made her stomach lurch.

Clearly he wasn’t too off put by it…but maybe he didn’t really think of the implications.

She always thought that the locket was some sort of brand. At first in high school, when she would talk to guys, the chain felt heavier than normal, or cooler than normal. She didn’t even really think about it until her senior year of high school, when she realized that maybe she would never see him again. 

She wanted to be his. She wanted to follow him to World Juniors, be there for championships, watch his NHL debut, wear a playoff jacket, trace the large A or C on his jerseys, find out how heavy the stanley cup really is, balance a wide eyed kid on her hip, wearing a matching jersey. 

She blinked, turning away from her mirror and sitting on her bed, hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

Oh god, what the hell are you doing?

She wanted him so bad.

Ophelia swallowed harshly, picking up her phone and calling Luna.

“Everything okay?” The crackly voice comes in through her speaker.

“I’m in love with him.”

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Ophelia & Ryan - all of the girls you loved before au

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A relationship study for Ophelia and Ryan

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Soooo I thought I would get this out as we inch closer and closer to Ophelia and Ryan actually getting together. Enjoy! I’ve also had this in my drafts for like a month…yikes.

things to look out for: sexual themes, kissing, mentions of abuse

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What are their love languages?

Ophelia's is definitely physical touch and quality time. When they are in their just friends stage she often holds herself back in fear of being too clingy or making thing awkward. She also loves to spend quality time alone with people she care about since obviously being friends with hockey guys who are all going to be in separate places in a few years gives you very limited time with all of them.

Ryan's love languages are physical touch and acts of service. We've already seen Ryan get a little handsy in this fic, but unlike Ophelia he doesn't really hold himself back. Ryan also often does little chores or get her things because she often stresses herself out too much. For example he fills up her water bottle for her a lot because she forgets too, and when they move in together as a couple he does little chores around the house that she puts off.

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How they are as friends

How much did they pine for each other?

Ophelia was definitely very needy for him in November/December when she accepts her feelings. She would often stay up at night fantasizing and dreaming about him.

Ryan has obviously been pining for Ophelia since the day they were born, or at least it seems like it. So he is the most needy out of both of them.

How do outsiders view them?

To an outsider you can tell there is SOMETHING going on with them. There's a lot of tension that the boys tease Ryan and Ophelia about it. Ryan's family and Ophelia's mom drop lots of hints to them and John often chirps Ryan, just a lot of lighthearted teasing that does have some meaning behind it. Watching them together is really funny because the way that they look and joke with each other it's so obvious it's almost frustrating.

Do they ever get possessive?

Ophelia can get pretty possessive. She knows that Ryan is a very good looking guy and the fact that he plays hockey doesn't really help. She often stands REALLY close to him whenever she sees someone staring a little too long.

Ryan has always been protective of Ophelia, and that was just in elementary school so you know he is SO protective of her in college. Giving side eyes to guys her are looking at her during parties, a hand on her lower back, and he very strictly follows the sidewalk rule. At parties he's crazy protective and it earns him even more chirps from his teammates.

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How they are as a couple

How do they tell everyone they are dating?

So they actually keep their relationship a secret 😭. Ophelia is really private (which we'll get into in the next section) and Ryan wants to keep what knowledge about him isn't in the public, private. But basically Ryan accidentally calls Ophelia babe in front of both of their families and it's very awkward but funny and their like "yeah we're dating...we've been dating for 5 months!"

What is their stance on PDA?

Ophelia is super private so she's very against PDA. She's sooo shy around friends and family and blushes so hard when Ryan will give her a kiss or holds her hand. On the other hand she also doesn't want to be acting all coupley with someone in front of strangers out of respect for them.

Ryan also is kind of the same but for different reasons. He's fine with his family or friends but he's nervous about other people (again it’s a privacy thing) but he will totally hold her hand or put a hand on her lower back when she feels comfortable.

What are their pet names?

Ophelia for Ryan

Baby

Ry

Handsome

Pookie (as a joke)

Ryan for Ophelia

Love

Pretty girl

Phia

Babe

Who made the first move?

Okay guys let’s be so honest it’s obviously Ryan 💀 he is just so head over heels for her, and around the time they get together he physically can’t hold back anymore, like he literally shakes when he’s around her. Honestly I’m writing a fic for it so I don’t want to spoil too much but he definitely has a lot of adrenaline from something earlier that fuels it.

Do the fans like her?

Okay so obviously during his time at BC nobody really cares because they’re all college kids trying to get their degrees, but when he gets to the NHL and is kinda thrown into the spotlight they find out about her. She doesn’t have a huge social media presence so the only things that come up are some fun interactions with fans after the games and the occasional post of someone taking a video of them when their acting cute and cuddly before or after games. But they do like her because she’s sweet and obviously she’s dating Ryan who is the light of the capitals eyes right now.

Who is more passionate?

Ophelia can get prettyyyyy heated with Ryan, just because she’s never had a boyfriend before, Ryan often jokes either her that she’s like a teenage boy because after they….yk…. she is ALWAYS in the mood for something.

Ryan, being a guy in his late teens/early twenties is absolutely down for anything. He almost always is the one who initiates something whether it be physical or not.

Favorite position?

Ophelia's is probably missionary because she likes to see Ryan's eyes, but honestly anything that she can easily kiss him in and hold his shoulders.

Ryan's is cowgirl (🫣) he likes to hide his face in her neck or bite her collarbone, (he's also lowkey a boob guy so...connect the dots)

Favorite things to do together?

When they’re alone, Ophelia is big on touching/kissing Ryan. She often sits in his lap if they’re in their dorms and later in apartment, and making out with him. She also loves to cuddle with him and play with his hair or scratch his back.

Ryan is down for anything that has to do with her, but he really loves to spend time in the library with her. Sometimes they study, other times they just talk, but he loves that she takes school so seriously like him and it takes up a lot of their alone time (and when they study together he likes to give her temple kisses as rewards).

Favorite parts of each other?

Ophelia loves his freckles. It's one of the things that hasn't changed about him since they were younger, she loves to kiss them and trace them. She also loves his biceps and muscles but...she would never admit that.

Ryan is obsessed with her neck and back. Not even in a sexual way he just loves to hide his face into her neck, and his favorite hand placement is on her back to guide her.

What do their wallpapers look like?

Ophelia’s

Ryan’s

In addition they have one of these Polaroids in the back of their phone cases

Who apologizes first in arguments?

So because of Ophelia’s past they are just really mindful of how they react and what they say during arguments. They don't really have many big arguments (obviously they argue though because no one perfect). When they do they have very clear boundaries so theirs no miscommunication that leads to something bigger. Most of the time Ryan apologizes first because he remembers her past and gets really guilty. Ophelia often apologizes more (again, something she did from her past with her dad a lot).

How possessive are they WHEN they're dating

Ophelia actually becomes a little more chill. She trusts Ryan and now that he's hers it makes her feel more confident that he won't just fall in love with someone and forget about her. But when girls start getting handsy she always walks over and gives him a kiss somewhere, showing that he's off the market.

So Ryan gets worse 💀. His hands are always on her whenever he starts to feel a bit threatened. And when he'll come over and start getting a little handsy, but giving crazy uncomfortable eye contact to whoever is hitting on her and sizing them up.

How are they during long distance?

Long distance for them sucks, but they are grateful because it quite literally could be farther. They love to send each other packages and facetime each other every night. They're texting so much throughout the day that Aram and Drew tease her constantly because 95% of the time she's on her phone she's talking to Ryan. They also sleep with each other on facetime since Ophelia has a really hard time sleeping without him, so anytime he's in a city with EST or back in DC they always call each other for bed.

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When a nap in the player common room at Conte gets interrupted by the guys, the teasing turns into suggestion that Ryan simply can’t ignore

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Hey everyone! sorry for disappearing again, as some of you may know I took a trip to Washington DC so I've been a bit busy

wc: 708

things to look out for: swearing, mentions of making out

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It had been one of those days where a person wondered why they even got out of bed at all. 

When everyone woke up it was raining and dark, and with midterms looming over everyone’s heads, it seemed like the perfect time to just not do anything.

Much to Ophelia’s dismay–she actually had a cute outfit planned out that she couldn’t wear today due to the weather. No big deal, she didn’t mind wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. But of course as soon as she stepped out of her dorm, it started pouring. So when she stepped into her class that morning, she looked like she was sopping wet.

Which again, was fine because everyone else looked like it too, not thinking that the weather would change from a light rain to oh-my-god-it’s-white-outside type of rain.

But then her professor gave them a one hundred page reading due next week and she just wanted to curl back up in her bed and never come out. Which she was on her way to doing–to be completely honest– but when she got a text from Ryan and immediately changed the direction she was walking in without a thought.

Ry

Meet me in the common room at Conte

Unless you’re busy or something

Well, of course she wasn’t busy…so she went to meet him instead.

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Neither of them expected to fall asleep.

Ryan didn’t exactly feel tired–he was only two weeks into the season and classes were hard but not too hard yet. But he knew Ophelia would be tired because never slept that much.

He just didn’t expect to be woken up by a camera flash followed by a bunch of giggles.

“What?” He asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he heard even more laughter.

“Good afternoon sleepy head, looks you're all rested up.” Gabe asked, as Aram hit him in the arm.

“There’s still another person sleeping, dumbass.” Aram reminded him.

Upon hearing that, Ryan looked down on the other body that seemed to be pressed up against him. 

There was Ophelia, her face was shoved into Ryan’s neck, breath coming out in soft puffs onto his skin, and she was holding him in sort of a hug– her hands were wrapped around his waist, clinging onto him.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you’re gonna say?” Will repeated at him. 

Ryan blinked the sleep out of his eyes, glaring at Will. “What the fuck else do you want me to say?”

“Woah there, calm down sleeping beauty.” Will sneered.

“You guys normally do this?” Aram teased.

Ryan’s skin flushed a deeper shade of pink. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled.

Gabe’s face softened. “Seriously man, when are you gonna make a move or…do something?”

The guys hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, at least take her out on a date or something, this is getting depressing.” Aram agreed.

Ryan froze. He hadn’t thought of that before, but it was a good idea.

“I’ll think about it.” He murmured.

Ophelia shifted next to him, wrapping her arms around him tighter and sighing.

“Awww, how cute.” Will teased

“Shut up.” Ryan hissed.

“Let's leave them alone so poor Ophelia doesn’t freak out when she wakes up.” Gabe said, to which all the guys agreed.

“Yeah, we’re only doing this for her, I hope you know.” Aram teased.

“You remind me of that a lot.” Ryan rolled his eyes, but he was secretly happy that they’d taken such a liking to her.

“If we come back here and ya’ll are kissing and shit I’m gonna–” Will started before Gabe slapped his hand over his mouth.

“We’re gonna get going now!” Gabe interrupted before grabbing Will’s arm and dragging him out of the room, leaving Aram behind.

“You should listen to what Gabe said,” Aram started, walking to the door. “I think it would be a good idea to actually do something.” 

Ryan nodded, and Aram shot him a wink before leaving, following Will and Gabe out.

He was then left alone, with both Gabe and Aram’s words circulating in his brain (and Will’s too, but those were only accompanied with violent thoughts). 

Ryan should make a move, and that should start with taking her on a date. Luckily, he knew just the place to take her.

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I honestly didn’t plan on making a post about this, cause I usually like to keep my personal life off the internet but today is a very special day for me. Today I had my last cancer treatment….it’s been a long ongoing journey since May of 2023 when it (melanoma) was first found. I had it surgically removed in January of 2024 and every test I’ve had since, has shown that it hasn’t come back!

I just wanted to thank you all, you have all helped me in so many ways—you helped create a place where I can go and not be stressed or scared, a very much happy distraction for me. I have made some amazing friends and I’m so grateful for you all 💗

I can’t wait to continue to write and make silly posts and get to know more of you guys!! I hope you all have an amazing day and I love you dearly 💗

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Congrats roro! So proud of you! Fuck cancer 🎗️

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In November I hated the stubble but like—-it’s not awful 🙂‍↕️

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I've owed you this - all of the girls you loved before au

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After another rough day at school Ophelia goes to the esplanade to sit and think alone. Wondering the reason why Ophelia is gone every night, Ryan follows her.

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Almost there! I wrote this when I was having a really bad day myself so forgive me if it's crazyyy sad.

wc: 1.6k

things to look out for: swearing, mentions of an abusive parent, hitting, verbal abuse, self deprecation (if you squint), depression, small hint to suicide, kissing

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The wind ruffled her hair softly, as Ophelia closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing.

She’d had more good days than bad, thankfully, but there was always one day where her father’s words would echo in her head a little too much. A tightness in her chest that she just couldn’t shake no matter how many fun things she did. She hated the way that even after almost 5 years he still had such a presence. 

The wind picked up again. It was mid October now, so the air held a harsh bite to it that almost stung.

It was calming, and she was alone, meaning whatever emotions came out could just be free. If she cried–she cried, if he just sat there and stared, then that’s what she did for the night. It was one of the only times she could actually express her emotions, and not in a college dorm where anyone could hear her.

And yeah, maybe being in Boston well past 9 pm all alone wasn’t a good idea, but she didn’t even care—maybe that was also a bad sign.

She wasn’t depressed…just haunted.

Haunted by the memories of her childhood that would come up randomly on some days and echo in her mind on bad days.

This place had been her safe space for the past couple of months, and she had hid it pretty well.

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Ryan wasn’t stupid.

Or at least, he thought he wasn’t stupid. 

And he tried to not be a stalker either, but every night Ophelia’s location was pointing to one spot for hours at a time. 

He thought nothing of it at first, maybe Ophelia was meeting up with her friends who also went to college in Boston, but after a quick text from an also equally concerned Luna–

Luna

Hey, are you and Ophelia at the esplanade right now?

Ryan

no…I thought you and Nathan were there with her?

Luna

Nathan’s sitting next to me in my dorm right now…

So she’s alone?

Ryan

Oh fuck, I’ll go check on her

So he did what any normal student at BC did without a car, he took the green line to Copley and took a 24 minute walk to get to her. 

In hindsight he probably should’ve waited until she got back to campus, like Drew said–who looked at him weirdly as he threw a hoodie on.

But that really didn’t matter to him anymore as he got to the esplanade. 

Because that was love—at least what he concluded. Going out in almost the middle of the night, in cold weather to check on someone who might send him back the way he came almost immediately, and he would do it all again if he had to.

He walked along the sidewalk, shoving his hands in his pockets to help with the freezing cold that made the tips of his ears numb. How the hell could she be out here for hours on end?

He paused slightly when he saw her, probably because she was one of the only people still out there, but he also liked to think that he knew her well enough to pick her out in a crowd out of hundreds of people.

She seemed to be paying more attention to the cityscape of Cambridge and MIT than hearing Ryan’s footsteps approaching, so much so that she didn’t even look up at him when he stopped right next to her.

“MIT can’t be that interesting.” Ryan spoke, and Ophelia jumped back and looked up at him.

“Oh..uh, I don’t know–it’s um… pretty I guess.” She stuttered.

Ryan sighed and looked back up towards the water. Yeah, it did look pretty, but that was obviously not the reason she was out here.

“Huh, well I guess you’re right.” He said. “Scoot over.”

Ophelia blinked up at him.

“Kicking me out already?” Ryan mused.

“Uh, n-no–sorry.” She muttered before moving over to make a space for him.

Ryan laughed and sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around the backside of the bench. Ophelia tried to ignore the blush on her face.

“You had us worried about what you were up to.” He said, voice becoming more serious. “Or what other people would be up to.”

Ophelia turned to look at him. He looked really good, even under the streetlamp that casted a downward harsh light onto him. His hair was a little messy, probably from the wind, his freckles were still so apparent, as it was only October and summer wasn’t that far behind them. His eyes were so blue, and it quickly became one of Ophelia’s favorite colors as they became closer again.

“Us?”

“Luna talked to me and I’ve been observing your location for a couple of weeks, just making sure you’re safe.” He explained. “Both of us were assuming you were at least with somebody.”

Ophelia looked back at the water.

“Wanna tell me why you’re here every single day?” He asked. 

“Just…thinking.” She lied, which she then pinched herself for as yet another lie was added to the imaginary jar of them.

“Thinking.” He repeated to himself, almost to savor the word. “Have a lot to think about?”

“More than you’d ever know…” Ophelia responded, her eyes finding the skyline again.

Ryans eyebrows furrowed, he turned towards her a bit more.

“Well maybe I can help you–” Ryan started. “Think.”

Ophelia sighed, closing her eyes as the wind picked up again.

“It’s just…you look so tired.” Ryan said cautiously, scared to strike a nerve. “I’m worried.”

“I don’t sleep anymore.” Ophelia whispered. “I’m–I’m so tired all the time and when I go to sleep I just can’t stop…thinking.”

“I can help you y’know?” Ryan stated. “You can tell me anything.”

You can tell me anything.

How could she? Tell him that she’d been lying to him ever since they met, basically saying that she didn’t trust him? That wasn’t the reason, but she couldn’t make him think what she wanted him to.

“Seriously Phia, I won’t judge you.” He soothed.

Ophelia just kept her eyes on the water. 

There was a short pause between the two of them. Ryan was almost worried she was going to say nothing or kick him out. 

“I’ve never been able to sleep.” She started, and Ryan opened his mouth to respond but it felt like her floodgates were finally opening.

“Remember how you said you called me dad a lot when I first moved?” She asked, and she still wasn’t looking at him.

“Yeah..” Ryan was starting to get a little scared.

“I–I lied to you.” She said, and the shame in her voice made his mouth taste a little strange.

She stayed silent.

“And…believe me–I know I shouldn’t have, and it keeps me up a lot knowing that I did.” She rushed out.

“Why–Why would you lie?” And he wasn’t mad, he was just confused. What happened between them in the last ten years?

“The truth is, he’s…he’s not in my life anymore…well at least I don’t think he is. He left when I was 14 and he was– is quite literally an awful person. He used to hit me and my mother and said these…these things. And I can’t help but think it was all my fault. My mom was heartbroken and I just wonder if I didn’t exist–” 

Ryan cut her off there.

“No. No it is not your fault. Nothing about your dad being a shitty person is ever your fault. And I’m sorry too, I should’ve looked out for the signs more when we were kids.” Ryan rushed, the guilt flooding him that maybe if he had looked a little harder, he could’ve saved her.

“We were eight, Ry! How could you tell?” She silenced him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“Is that why you come out here…to just think about him?” Ryan questioned.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to not.” Ophelia said sadly. “His words and his actions echo in my head, and I have nightmares, or can’t sleep.”

“So you come out here to think in peace?” Ryan finished.

Ophelia looked up at him and nodded slowly, trying to blink away the tears.

Ryan gave her a sad look, wrapped the arm that was around her and pulled her closer. Ophelia allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace.

“You don’t have to hide these things from me, I can help you with this stuff.” Ryan mumbled against her head.

Ophelia nodded against him.

And against his better judgment–or before he could even think– he leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead in a lingering kiss.

She tensed at first, and Ryan’s heart rate probably spiked up in panic, but then she relaxed into it and he pulled away.

“Come on,” He said, trying to mask his wavering voice. “We should get home.”

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He walked her back to his dorm like he always did, except she asked him to go in with her. And then he followed her inside of her dorm as well.

He sat in her dorm while she went to the bathroom to change, and then he was about to leave, it was about 1 in the morning, but it didn’t feel like it.

“Stay?” Ophelia mumbled, grabbing his arm to stop him. “If you want to–like old times?”

Ryan smiled, but not without his heart skipping a beat and letting her drag him down to the bed. Laying down, he opened up his arms and she giggled, turning out the lights and cuddling up to him. 

“I’ve missed holding you.” Ryan mumbled against her head. 

Ophelia hummed into him, “Missed it too.”

“Tired?” Ryan asked, hopeful.

“For once, yeah.”

“Sleep.” He whispered, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With that Ophelia slept, and when she woke up in the morning she smiled, because Ryan was there–still asleep–but right beside her the whole night.

And it was the first time she slept for a whole night comfortably in years.

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