happy asian american and pacific asian heritage month! ↳ featuring some north american hockey players of asian extraction
(others include: kelly mcdonald, jess koizumi, jamie storr, peter ing, mike wong, torrie jung, jomar cruz, matt oikawa, ryan kuwabara, ryan suzuki, steve tsujiura, kyuin shim, hiroyuki miura, rudi ying, keanu yamamoto, zach yuen)
Hey babes, this one is based off of the song Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt. It’s also for my babe because i love her lots and i want her to come visit me! I hope you all enjoy!!
The rate at which you got bored of things was not an
unknown fact to people. The first time you met Alex Nylander you were
immediately captivated. He was new and fresh and different than the
person you had been in a relationship with for the past three months.
figured you out rather quickly. Even before your first date he understood
that your favourite song changed faster than the length of it. That you
were the type to open a book but never really finish it, and you started movies
but never got more than halfway through them.
his first visit to your apartment he quickly noticed the lightly warn shoes,
the out of season clothes with the tags left on them, the various books with
bookmarks at different places in each book and the unopened DVDs that you
bought but never watched.
knew that if he wanted to stick around longer than the last boy in your life he
had to weave his way into your life. He did exactly that. He began
to leave t-shirts and his jacket, he made comments that would stick in your
head about his favourite things over and over making sure that you’d be
reminded of him when you saw them.
you finally made him leave it was only partially because you got bored. Mostly it was because you were scared, scared of how long it took you to become remotely bored and how quickly a simple conversation would take that feeling of boredom away. But Alex gave into your wishes and he left. He left his t-shirts and his jacket. He left his
life perfectly weaved in with yours so no matter how hard you tried you
couldn’t forget him.
was terrible, no one lived up to Alex. Everyone was dirt compared to
Alex, you went through them quicker than you could forget their names.
Very few making it past the third date. And Alex got to watch it
all. Your mutual friends gave him a VIP pass to all your complaining
about the little things your dates did that weren’t the way you liked, that
weren’t the Alex did things.
the car you would put on his favourite song, seemingly never getting tired of
it and never being able to get the lyrics out of your head.
But tonight was the worst, you had gone out on a
miserable date. You had gone for a natural makeup look, the man that you
went on the date with was not a fan. Soon after you got home you found
yourself putting on Alex’s favourite movie. Digging through your closet
hoping to find a t-shirt that Alex left praying that it still smelled like
him. Painting his favourite shade of red on your nails checking your
phone every five minutes hoping that you’d have a text from him or a missed
town Alex was with friends who told him they were nearly positive that at
dinner last week it was his jacket that you had on. He knew then that the ache in your chest had to be the same as his. You were never far from his
mind or his heart. He checked his phone on occasion hoping that you were
closer to breaking than he was.
When his phone buzzed in his hand he had to take a second
look to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. It had been months since your
name came up on his screen, months since his favourite picture of you flashed
on the screen. Everyone in the room noticed the different vibe radiating
off of the young swede, looking at him expectantly before he rushed out the
he was away from his friends he took a deep breath and answered the phone
“hey baby” he said softly into the phone, praying you knew that you
were calling him, and that you were sober.
you maybe want to come over?” you mumbled back, completely and utterly
be right there” he replied. A grin spread over his face as he ran
back into the house to grab his things. His friends knowingly yelling
things at him and laughing.
Alex got to your apartment he noticed that your hair was up, his
favourite. He noticed that you had minimal makeup on, another of his
favourites. He heard his favourite album on in the background and not to
mention you were wearing one of his favourite t-shirts. Later on when the
two of you were laying in bed and watching his favourite movie he noticed your
nails were painted his favourite shade of red. Your breathing had evened
out and you had relaxed completely, a sure sign you were sleeping Alex pressed
a kiss to the side of your head quietly whispering “made you miss
me." Alex knew he’d be sticking around a lot longer than six months