pay attention to my face

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Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.

candid pics are just crazy like really makes u think: is that what my face rlly looks like .. like on the reg? no.. can’t be… i always just block them out afterwards… ignorance is bliss i don’t want to know all the weird ways my face contorts while i’m not paying attention..

The boy next door (JK Smut)

Words: 3042

Warning: Smut

A/N: I dunno where this came from


Originally posted by mayfifolle

There they were. The new family in my neighborhood had just moved on to the house across from mine and all the neighbors were talking about it.
“Go get dressed, Y/N. We’re going to meet the new family”. My momma told me.
“Mom, I don’t wanna go. I don’t like meeting new people” I said. “Why do I have to do it? It’s not like im going to be their friend”
She gave me that look “are you going to contest me?” so i went to my bedroom to get dressed. Five minutes later I was ready.
I picked my simple white shirt and my mini skirt. Yeah, this was enough.
*****************
“Helloooo! Are you one of our new neighbors?”. A really beautiful woman opened the door and smiled at my mom and I
“Yes. I’m Clarice and this is my daughter Y/N”. My mom said and I smiled back at the woman.
“Oh. I’m Betty. Nice to meet you both” She said. “Come in”.
We entered into the house and walked towards the living room. I looked at the couch and saw a young boy sat down at it. He looked at us.
“Sun, say hi to our new neighbors! This is Y/N and this is Clarice. ” Betty told her sun.
He stood up and walked toward us with a smirk. I did pay attention at his face. Oh my god! He is such a pretty boy. Hm…He looks like a bad boy.
Hi. My name is Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Clarice…Y/N”. His eyes scanned all my body and i saw him bit his lips.
“Let’s meet each other” My momma said and Betty started guiding us to the table.
“Awn, do you want to stay here in the couch?” Jungkook asked me. “I bet you prefer a teenager conversation” he said smirking.
I blushed. Oh my god, his lips…
I nodded hesitating.
We talked about those basic things… Age, school. He is in my school!
I was trying hard not to appearing shy. But god…

“Y/N, we have to go. It’s late” my mom told me. Damn it. I looked at the clock. 10:00 pm.
“It was a pleasure” Betty said.
We left.
I went to sleep.
I dreamed about Jungkook and his lips close to mine that night.


I woke up when the alarm scared me. It was time to school; time to see him.

Oh my god stop it!
“Y/N, why don’t you go to school with Jungkook? He doesn’t have friends here and you can help him to meet some” my mom said
“Mom! I am shy. What will i say all the way to school?” I contested. But i had to admit: I wanted it.
“Betty asked me to talk to you”
“Ok ok. I’ll do it”.
I get dressed as beautifully as i can. Ok, Y/N, Control yourself. I thought

I left home and met him in front of my door. God damn it. His hair was so… sexy
He was wearing really sexy clothes

“H-hello” i said.
“Hello. Let’s go?” He smirked at me. ~YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO IS SHY, NOT ME~
We made our way to school, talking about boring things and stuff.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.
“N-no… do you have gf?”
“No…”
The silence grew around us. Could it be more embarrassing?
When we arrived at school, all the eyes were looking at us. It was expected. A new boy joined the school in the middle of the year, he was news. But when i realized the girls were looking at him in a different way… Ok, i couldn’t do anything but deal with it.
He wasn’t shy. He introduced himself to anyone who talked to him - even the girls. My face was turning red and i tried to hide it. He looked at me curiously, trying to read me.
“what?” he asked
“Nothing. Let’s go class, it’s starting” i said rudely.

“Say hi to our new student, class” the teacher told us.
“So, about the homework in pairs i told you guys before, you’ll have till next week to do it. Y/N, as you are his friend, make pair with Jungkook, he can’t be alone.”
He smirked at me and I blushed. Oh My god! Thank you Jesus!
******
The school time finished fast.
Jungkook and I spent all day talking about his life before he moved on.. more i met him, more i was getting interested.
We made our way back home. “So.. when are we going to do the homework?” he asked.
“Hm… my mom is not at home tonight so we can have space and stuff. Are you free?” i said. The idea of being alone with him made me freak out for a second.
“Yeah. han… Give me your number. ”
I did as he asked.
“See you.”.


I spent all my day cleaning the living room and my room. My mom wasn’t here and jungkook was coming to do homework. I was so nervous.
I prepared some junk food and soda and then… i prepared myself.
It’s just a homework. It’s not like he’s interested in you.
~ Ding don
He was here.


“Hi Y/N” he smirked at me. I immediately blushed over his beautiful looking.
“Hi..Come on in” i said.
I guided him to the living room and told him to sat down on the carpet while I picked the stuff for the homework.
I sat down beside him, putting the stuff in front of us. The proximity between us made me feel warm. His such good smell dominating the air.
“So… what is this about?” he asked
“Huh… we have to talk about the topics the teacher told us.” I answered.
One per one we wrote about those things: “effects the drug has in our life” “dreams and how to get them”… till we ride the next topic: “sex at the adolescence”
I felt my face getting hot, my breath failing. He saw my reaction and laughed.
“Such a good subject,huh? Don’t be shy. It’s normal”. he said
“I don’t know how to talk about it.” I confessed
“What do you mean?” he smirked “are you a virgin?”
“Yes…” i said, blushing harder.
“Oh…i’m sorry.” his expression suddenly changed to surprised.
“it’s ok”
I looked at him, his eyes darkened and he stared my lips, biting his.
“Have you ever kissed a boy before?”
“Yes.” i answered shyly.
“Are you a good kisser?” he asked playfully. Where does he want to go with this conversation?
“I don’t know…I gues-” he cut me off putting his lips on mine. I frozen. Was that really happening?
His hands squeezed my waist, forcing me to lay down on the carpet. He placed himself between my legs and sucked on my lips. I moaned at the kiss, giving him chance to explore my mouth with his tongue. I felt my panties getting wet, but suddenly we heard the principal door opening.
“Darling? where are you?”
Damn it.
“It’s my mom” i told him, voice failing
We immediately stand up, pretending nothing happened.
“Oh, hi Kook! Are you doing homework?” she smiled at us.
“Yes” we answered. I was blushing and I hoped she didn’t realize.
She went to the kitchen and Kook looked at me surprised.
“You said she wouldn’t be here” he whispered.
“She shouldn’t be here… Something must’ve happened” i answered.
We finished our homework, my mind full of memories of what had just happened. What could we’ve done…?

When he left, i immediately went to my bathroom to relax. I took a long shower and laid down on my bed. I just laid, thinking about the kiss.
Some minutes after, maybe hours, i don’t know, my cellphone shook.
My heart stopped. He messaged me.
JK:*I wish we could’ve finished what we started*
How could he be so… “not shy”? What was he trying to do? maybe just use me.
ME: *Hm…me 2" i answered his message
He answered back almost immediately
*Jk: What would you want me to do?*
*Me: We could continue the kiss*
*JK: Hahaha. That’s all? Well, let me tell you what would i like to do to you*
My body was shaking, my heartbeats was so fast that it could stop.
He messaged me again a few seconds later.
*JK: I would kiss your neck, tracing my way down to your shoulder and then taking of your shirt. I would suck and lick your breasts… going down to your stomach. My hands would tease your thighs…*
Fuck! I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know how to answer. All i knew was: i wanted him. I needed him to show me. I could imagine his face while he was writing this dirty talk.
I felt my panties getting wet.
*ME: I would like it, too…“
JK: you’re very shy, little girl. I think you’re gonna be a challenge. Or not? Anyway i always win whatever i want"
*ME: and what you want?*
*JK: Can I be honest?“
*ME: …”
*JK: Now, all I wanna is hear you moaning my name*
My eyes darkened in lust. I wanted him so much.
*ME: So.. what would you do? keep telling me" i answered shyly
*JK: Oh no little guy
I don’t talk, I do.*
And there it was. My head was about to explode!
“Go to sleep little girl. Tomorrow is a new day (:” He said and the conversation ended.
But as he said, i went to sleep.


I woke up thinking about him. About his lips on mine. But it was time to school, i had to get dressed.
I put on my skirt and my shirt and waited for JungKook. When he came, I couldn’t look him in his eyes.
“Have a good day, kids” my mom told us.
“Thank you” Jungkook answered.
We made our way to school and then he placed his hands on my waist.
“So…Y/N. Did you Wake up well?” He asked laughing.
Little bastard.
“Y-yes”
“have you dreamed about me?”
Yes
“No” i said quickly
“No? Oh, i’m sad. I dreamed about you. Well, i was awake but who cares” he said
He dreamed about me? Was he serious?
“w-what did you dreamed about?” i asked shyly.
“I was fucking you” He said
I gasped. How could he… be so… sexy.
“And i pretend to make this dream come true” he added.
I looked at him, my face was completely red. These simple words turning me on. But what was i doing? we were just friends…
And we’d just met each other.
But i was liking it.
“Don’t be shy. I’m sure if you let me do this, you’ll like it. But i won’t do anything till you ask” he said
What did he mean with ask?
*************
“Now, Y/N and Jungkook, how is it going? i mean, your homework?” the teacher asked.
“It’s done, and we had a lot of fun. Right Y/N?” jungkook looked at me smiling.
I blushed. I knew what he was trying to do.
“Y-yes…”
“You’re done? Wow… ok. Come here and talk about what you guys wrote, please”
I didn’t say anything. He did all the part of talking. He was good. I would i could be like this. Fearless.

I was almost sleeping on my chair when the teacher told me: “Y/N, do you wanna go to the restroom to wash your face? Wake up! it’s not time to sleep”
I stand up and left. I washed my face, but when i was backing to the class, i saw him, leaned on the wall. The hall was completely empty. I frozen
“A-are you going to the bathroom?” i asked
He smirked.
“No. We are going to the bathroom” he said, pushing me back to the bathroom.
He locked the door behind him, and looked at me maliciously.
“What are you doing? They’re gonna caught us! We’re having class, the teacher will look for us” I almost screamed.
“Shhhh. If you don’t want to get caught, keep quiet. The class is almost finished.” He said closing the distance between us.
He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. His hand squeezed my waist and the other squeezed my ass. He lifted my skirt to have better access. I moaned, and he gave me an open-mouthed kiss. I sucked on his lips and he groaned.
“Don’t tease me, baby” he said. His mouth found my neck, licking and biting it.
“You’re so hot. I really want to fuck you right now, but as I said, i won’t do anything else.”
I brushed.
“D-don’t stop. Please” i whimpered.
“Don’t stop what?” He teased
“Keep doing that. Kiss me, take off my clothes”
He kissed me again and then whispered in my ear
“I really want to eat you out, but not here. Is your mom at home tonight?” he asked
“No”
“So wait for me. Tonight.”
He gave me a peck and left the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror.
“That’s it. Tonight. You’re gonna lose your virginity”.


*Come here at 8:pm*
i messaged him.
I couldn’t sleep that afternoon, just thinking about what i was almost doing. Thinking about how that would be.
*Ok baby. Prepare yourself for me* he answered a few moments later.
Ok
I had already seen sex movies, read about sex and talked about it with my friends, but do it was completely different. I was nervous. But one thing I knew: I really had to prepare myself.
So i ran to my bathroom. I depilated all the excess hair from my body, my hair was washed, my bedroom was cleaned and I was ready. I needed to be ready.
“Daughter. I’m leaving. Take care of yourself. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Love ya” My mom screamed at me from the door and left.
Ok.
I was trying to keep calm but it was almost time. Lose my virginity.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and breathed deeply. I waited for him. A few minutes later, i heard the bell.
It’s time.
Hi” i said shyly
“Hi baby. Won’t you invite me to come in?”
“Yes, sure. Come in. Let’s go to my bedroom” I said while guiding him.
I locked the door and he turned me around to face him. He kissed me deeply. My hands found his neck and my fingers pulled him against me. He groaned and squeezed my ass.
He grabbed the edge of my shirt and took it off with my bra.
I covered myself. I was so nervous.
“Hey, baby girl. Don’t cover yourself. You’re so fucking hot. Don’t you want me to lick your nipples?” he said licking his lips. I blushed harder but felt my pussy getting wet. I nodded. He squeezed my breasts and then sucked me off. I moaned, my nipples getting hard to him. He found his way down to my short and unzipped it. He took it off but not my underwear. I was just in my panties. He looked at my body.
“Y/N, I want to fuck till you forget your name” he said
“Then take me” i answered and he laughed sexily. Did i really say that ?
He kissed me again, lifting me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his erection. He pushed me against the bed and started unclothing himself. I looked at his abs and tried not to moan. He caught me staring.
“You wanna touch me, huh?”
“Yes…”
He was completely naked, I looked at his incredible cock and gasped.
“Suck me off” he groaned “I’ll guide you”
I started sucking him, his hands wrapped my hair and he moved my head up and down. His cock was hitting my throat, making me gag.
He started moaning my name, and I sucked the tip of his dick, licking the pre-cum.
“Yeah baby…Taste me”
His words were turning me on; He stopped moving my head. “Lay down”
I did as he said and he started leaving kisses from my neck to my clothed womanhood. He took of my panties and placed himself between my thighs. His finger found my clit
“Look how wet you are…oh baby”
He inserted one finger inside me, making me gasp, but suddenly stopped. I whimpered.
“What do you want?” he asked
Please, don’t do it.
“You” I said
“What do you want me to do?”
I frozen. I was so shy i felt my face getting red.
“Sorry but if you don’t talk, i cannot know.”
“Jungkook please…”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me” I almost whispered.
“Huh? What was that? I didn’t hear you”
Little shit! Ok, if he wanted to see me like a slut, he would see.
“Fuck me! Fuck me right now!” i groaned and he laughed.
“As you wish” he said
He placed his dick at the entrance of my pussy and slowly entered me. I moaned.
He gave me time to adjust and then did thrust me harder. The pain was replaced by pleasure and I started moaning his name
“Yes baby, that’s it. Moan my name, let me know how good i am at fucking you” he groaned
Our moans echoed by the room.
“Fours” he said
“W-hat?”
“Just do it. Trust me” he said
I did as he said and he slapped my cheek ass.
“Damn it, girl” he groaned.
He placed himself behind me and wrapped my hair. He started fucking me again and all i could hear was his skin hitting mine. His pace got erratic, and I felt a strange feeling inside me. I liked it.
“I’m gonna cum, y/n” he moaned
“I think i’m going to cum, too” i said
And then I came. He did after me. My breath was failing. He laid down beside me and smiled.
“So…” he took a deep breath “Did you like it?”
“Yes” i said sincerely.
“When your mom is coming?”
“Tomorrow” i answered and his eyes shined.
“So, I think we have all the night to make my dream come true once more,huh?” he laughed
I looked at him, my eyes full of happiness.
I gave him a peck and smiled at him.
“As you wish, Jungkook”

William Nylander - Part Two

So glad you guys seemed to enjoy the first part! Now we start getting into the good stuff… 

The slap of a clearing attempt after a frenzy of Flame chances at the opposite end of the ice. Everything seems to be going in slow motion though I don’t see what’s going on, having been staring at center ice the last several seconds. I sure feel it though. A blinding pain erupts right above my right cheek and my eyes instantly water. I don’t make a noise. I just lean forward in my seat as the crowd goes ‘OH’, clutching at the side of my face. Rian touches my back and I can feel her lean down with me.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks, worry lacing her tone.

I can’t answer her, my cheek feels like it’s on fire and I’m scared to move my jaw. My hand feels hot and wet and when I pull it away from my face it’s covered in blood. I lift my head up and again the crowd gasps as one. My face is hot and sticky, and blood has already spilled down my face and into my shirt. Thank God I’m wearing black.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Rian gasps beside me, taking her scarf off and pressing it to my face. Feeling the stares of thousands of people, I turn my head into my sister. Nathan is at my side as well, kneeling before me and gently pushing my hair out of my face. I whimper quietly and press my sister’s scarf tighter to my face, convinced that it looks just as bad as it feels.

There’s a voice I don’t recognize to my right and Nathan turns to say something back. I then feel the scarf being pried from my face, quickly replaced by a towel from the bench. Blinking several times I look up at the jumbrotron to see myself, despite the pain I give a thumbs up and receive a roar from the crowd.

               The game starts back up and the crowd quickly turns its attention back to the action much to my happiness. Not matter how long I press the towel to my face I can’t seem to get the bleeding to stop and soon there is no longer a spot of white on the towel. I eventually turn to Rian and Nathan and ask them to look. With the way their faces pale, I don’t take that as a good sign.

               “Who even hit me?” I ask after another couple minutes, the pain is still incredible and I have to grit my teeth to get the words out.

               “Nylander,” Nathan says, still kneeling before me, worry in his eyes. “You should have stopped bleeding by now.” He murmurs, the future doctor in him coming out. But I guess two years into medical school will do that to you.

               “I bleed easy,” I say and he rolls his eyes at me.

               “I think you need to go to a hospital,” he says and I give him a filthy look.

               “If you think for two seconds that I’m leaving this game to go to a stupid doctor you’re ev-“ I’m cut off by a tap on the shoulder. When I look over to see who must be the athletic trainer for the Leafs.

               “Come on,” he says, gesturing to the railing between us.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “We’ll fix you up,” he says and again gestures for me to get up.

               Nathan helps me stand, I’m a little wobbly with the pain still throbbing on one side of my face. I step onto the first rung of the railing and throw my leg over, Nathan’s hands on my waist as he steadies me. Pulling my other leg over as well, I reach for the athletic trainer whose hands replace Nathan’s as he helps me down. I keep one hand pressed to my face as he wraps an arm around me, helping me down the tunnel.

               I can’t seem to gather my bearings as he pulls me down a long hallway and into a side room that I realize must be the medical room. I’m ushered to a cot and told to sit down. Obeying, I dangle my feet off one end, looking around the room in confusion, the throbbing in my head growing by the moment.

               I hiss when the trainer returns to my side and takes my towel, pressing my cheek gently with his now gloved fingers.

               “Doesn’t feel like anything is broken,” he says calmly, ignoring my glare as he continues to poke and prod my face. “Tough kid.”

               I sigh in relief when he finally releases my face. “Thanks.” I mumble and glance down at my now completely ruined shirt. “Dammit.”

               The guy hears me and laughs. “You could have lost your eye and you’re upset about the shirt?” He asks, returning to my side with a small kit of medical supplies.

               “What can I say, priorities,” I say back, a smile pulling at my mouth. I eye the kit warily and give him a questioning look.

               “This might take a little while, you’re still bleeding and the cut is pretty deep. Might have seen the last of the hockey game tonight, kid,” he says and I sigh.

               “I was afraid you’d say that. You gonna fix my headache too?” I ask, not bothering to argue.

               “Probably a concussion, we can do some testing after I get you stitched up. Until then, keep your eyes open. No falling asleep,” he says sternly.

               “Yes, dad,” I mutter under my breath as he turns to his kit. If he hears me he doesn’t show it. “Why are you even doing this?” I ask louder this time. “I didn’t think this kind of thing was allowed. Aren’t the medical people on the concourse supposed to take care of crowd injuries?”

               “Usually, yes,” he says slowly, focused on the kit in front of him.

               “What was different about this time then?” I ask frowning.

               He doesn’t answer me for several seconds and I begin to think I won’t get an answer when he turns to me, wipes in hand as he gets set on cleaning the wet and dry blood from my face.

               “Someone seemed to feel a little guilty and asked if we would clean you up,” he says, stepping back to the kit and taking out a small needle that I don’t even know what it’s supposed to do.

               “Someone?” I press, eyeing the needle as he steps back to me.

               “The someone who hit you.”

               “So Nylander?”

               “He the one that hit you?”

               “That’s what I was told.”

               “Well then there you go,” he says simply and I can’t decide whether I like this guy or not.

               “Do you always give straight answers?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as he numbs my cheek enough for the pain to be bearable.

               “Do you always ask so many obvious questions?”

               “In case you forgot, I was a little distracted by the little rubber disc denting my face to pay attention to who it came from,” I retort.

               “They replayed it on the big screen,” he says, focused on threading his needle.

               “I had a towel pressed to my face!”

               “Only half of it.”

               I sigh in frustration and a smile tugs on his lips.

               “I’m starting to think that I would rather be bleeding out there,” I mumble and at that he laughs.

               “I highly doubt that. I’m sure by the end of the game your jeans would have been ruined too.”

               I open my mouth to retort but the buzzer sounds for the end of the period and echoes down the hallway and into the room. Almost immediately I can hear the voices and skates on the walkway. I shift slightly when Mr. Athletic Trainer turns back to me, this time with what I know are stitches and a needle, so that I’m blocked from view of those passing by the doorway.

               He works in silence and I sit in silence, except for the occasional gasp as he touches a part of my face that hasn’t been affected by the numbing. When he finishes up the last stitch I sigh in relief which he finds hilarious.

               “You acted like I was ripping your face apart that whole time,” he chuckles and I scowl.

               “I can see why you decided against being a surgeon.” I snap back. “How many cups of coffee did you have before the game?” It only makes him laugh harder.  

               “That was a good one. I’ll have to tell my assistant that,” he says through a grin, covering the fresh stitches with a couple butterfly strips. “Looks like you already have a raccoon eye,” he adds.

               I immediately bring my hand to my eye, ignoring the sting. “Do I really?” I ask, looking desperately around for a mirror. “Oh my God!” I exclaim when I spot one almost directly in front of me on the opposite wall. The swelling is slowly showing up and I know by morning I won’t be able to open my eye. Apparently the guy takes a pity on me because he returns with an ice pack and small towel.

               “It doesn’t look that bad,” he says, obviously uncomfortable with the tears in my eyes.

               “My face!” I exclaim again, looking over his shoulder into the mirror.

               “It will be okay!” He says, looking like he would rather be anywhere else right now.

               I snatch the ice pack from his hand and press it to my face, turning so I’m facing the door frame instead of the mirror. “Thank you,” I mutter, still silently freaking out. The dark shadow of a bruise has already formed from my cheek bone up, making me look like I have a seriously fucked up cat eye.

               “Ice it for a little while, hopefully the swelling will go down a bit. I know you would rather go back out to watch the game but I need you to not blush for a little while if you want to get your face back to regular size and being in front of thousands of people staring at you probably won’t help.” He says, putting all his supplies back in order on the other side of the room.

               My cheeks heat at the mention of the crowd and he notices.

               “My point exactly.” He says and turns on a TV that I hadn’t noticed at first and I see that the period has started back up and the Leafs are still in the lead 3-0. “I have to get back to my regular job, but I’ll be right down the hall if you need something.” He taps my foot once on his way out the door and just like that I’m alone.

               I scoot down the cot so my back is against the wall, keeping the ice pack firmly to my face. More time had passed than I had thought, the clock in the corner of the screen says there is less than ten minutes left in the third period. Out of habit I reach for my phone and realize that I must have left it in my coat which is still in my seat out by the ice. Sighing, I return my attention to the television, keeping in mind what the guy said about falling asleep.

               The ice seems to help, combined with the numbing injection he gave me. Soon enough the throbbing becomes dull and I’m able to focus on the names and numbers flying across the screen. I don’t cheer or clap when Toronto scores again and I also don’t clap when Calgary scores two goals late in the third. Again I remain silent as the game comes to an end.

               I tense when I hear the sounds of players coming down the hall and wish the guy had closed the door when he left. Keeping my eyes on my shoes, I avoid the glances that I can feel by the doorway. Only looking up when someone enters the room and I smile.

               “Y/N!” Rian cries, rushing to my side. “I was so worried when the athletic guy came back but you didn’t.” She gently puts her hand on my wrist and I lower the ice pack. Rian’s face doesn’t pale this time and I take it as a good sign. “Looks much better,” she smiles. “How do you feel?”

               “Just a headache right now, but I’m sure when the numbing meds wear off I’ll be crying.” I say, bringing the ice pack back to my face, refusing to look in the mirror again. “Where’s Nathan and Jake?”

               “Only family could come, they are waiting for me to tell them where to go.” Rian says, leaning against the cot. “If it makes you feel better, Nathan barely realized you were gone after Jake got another couple beers in him. He was pretty miserable for the rest of the second period after you left.”

               I roll my eyes. “Of course he was.” I feel a little guilty for my tone, but as of late nearly everything Nathan’s done has annoyed me in some way.

               “He was just worried, Y/N.” Rian says exasperated. “Just like I was.”

               I soften and reach out for her hand. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m really okay, just a little sore.” I give her a smile and her face lifts.

               “Then you ready to go? Can you leave yet?” She asks and a voice answers from the door.

               “Just a few more minutes.” My little nurse had returned. “There’s actually someone who would like to see you if that’s okay.” He says and I frown at the smirk playing on his face.

               “Who?” Rian asks for me and before he can answer another person appears at his elbow.

               “Me.”

               I gulp as I meet those blue eyes again. Rian freezes beside me, obviously caught up in his so called ‘godliness’.

               “If I may?” He asks and I’m taken back at how polite he is. I nod and he glances at my sister a little awkwardly and she jumps to attention.

               “I’ll uh, be out there. Waiting.” Rian stammers, looking between Will and I like a tennis match. Mr. Athletic Trainer winks at me before closing the door gently behind him and Rian.

               I look back to Nylander, unsure what to do. His eyes are on my cheek and a frown tugs down the corners of his mouth.

               “I guess I just wanted to apologize,” he says after a moment, his eyes coming back to mine.

               “Nothing to be sorry about, you didn’t mean to,” I smile slightly which causes me to wince. He notices and guilt flashes across his face.

               “I didn’t, but it happened,” he replies and cautiously moves closer. I eye him warily.

               “Did you just come in here to say sorry and give me stick or jersey or something?” I ask, annoyed with the way everyone has been staring at me the last hour.

               Will pauses and blinks at me. “Uh did you want a stick?” He asks slowly, and the awkwardness grows.

               “No.”

               “Then why did you ask that?”

               “Because you look like you’re about to burst with a question and I don’t like waiting.” I say right back and he smiles.

               “I didn’t have a question.” He says and I roll my eyes.

               “Yes you did. I can tell. My friend gets the same expression on his face when he wants to ask me something but isn’t sure how to.”

               Will pauses for a moment. “You mean blondie out there?” He jerks his head in what must be the direction on the ice.

               I have to laugh at both his frown and tone, my eyes fleeting over his own blonde locks. “Must be a blonde thing.” I quirk an eyebrow at him and his cheeks turn a faint pink.

               “I didn’t know what else to call him.” He says defensively and I laugh, ignoring the tingle in my cheek that it causes. Will watches me silently, his lips pulling up slightly when I laugh.

               “Nathan, you can call him Nathan. Speaking of who is celebrating his birthday today, so I should get back to him.” I say and swing my legs over the edge of the co+t and make to stand only to be greeted by a spinning room.

               “Whoa!” Will says and reaches out to me, pressing on my shoulders to get me to sit again. “Probably a good idea to go a little slower standing up.” He adds, releasing my shoulders as quickly as he grabbed them.

               I don’t reply, a wave of nausea rolling over me though I keep it together. I just take several deep breaths. He watches me in silence, hovering just a feet away while I stare at his bare feet, waiting for the nausea to pass.

               “I’ll take this time to ask my question.” He says and my eyes snap to his, a knowing smile on his face. “What’s your name?”

               I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes so hard that my eyes twitch. “Y/N Y/L/N.” I reply and he holds his hand out. I eye it a moment before reaching out a shaky hand and taking his. It’s a lot warmer than I had expected, callouses from years of hockey tickle my palms and I ignore the upside down feeling in my stomach, this time not from the nausea.

               “Nice to meet you.” He says warmly and I can’t help but smile.

               “If you just wanted to introduce yourself to me I’m positive there are about a thousand different ways to do it rather than hit me with a puck.” I tease and he laughs.

               “True. But I think this was a pretty unique way.” He grins at me and I roll my eyes.

               “I’ll say.” I get my feet under me again and without letting go of his hand, I steady myself on my feet. His other hand hovers slightly just in front of him like I’m about to fall over. Which I might.

               “Okay.” I say after a moment and don’t see or feel any spinning. “Much better.”

               “Good.” Will nods and when I take a step he puts his other hand to the small of my back. I stiffen slightly but don’t say anything, mostly because I’m still not positive I won’t fall over.

               Will opens the door for me and ushers me out to my waiting sister. Rian’s eyes widen slightly when she sees my hand in his and I’m quick to drop it and step out of his arm.

               “Ready?” I ask her, moving to her arm instead. It’s not as warm as Wills.

               “Sure.” Rian says, looking a little unsurely between Will and I. “Come on.” She gently takes my hand and helps me towards an elevator I hadn’t noticed before. “Someone told me how to get outside the quickest.” Rian adds when she sees my confused expression.

               I glance over my shoulder at Will who is still standing there, watching me. “Bye.” I say softly and he smiles.

               “See you around.” He says and I tilt my head slightly in confusion but I don’t get a chance to ask what he means as the elevator dings as it opens in front of me and Rian ushers me in.

               “Can we get Bitondo’s tomorrow?” I ask her as the doors slowly close and I lean my head on her shoulder.

               “Of course we can.” She laughs and pats my arm, playing the part of my seventeen year old mom.

               “Awesome.” I whisper and want nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep for twenty nine years.

Sleeping Habits - S.M

just want to let you guys know that its 2.22am here! and this kept me up si had to write it!


I had curled up next to Shawn on the couch, we were watching a scary movie. I didn’t like scary movies at all, I didn’t see what was enticing about begin so scared by a movie that you couldn’t sleep, even if it was fake. I had my head rested in Shawn laps and he had one arm leaning on my body. I had a blanket brought up close to my face. I wasn’t paying attention to the movie I was paying attention to the soothing strokes Shawn was doing to my arm. I was exhausted Shawn knew this, I had just finished all my exams at school for the term and I was beyond tired and stressed. A particular scary scene popped up onto the screen, which literally caused me to roll around so I face the couch. Shawn laughed.

“do you want me to turn it off?” he asked.

“no, it’s okay, you watch it I’ll probably fall asleep soon” I said whilst yawning.

“okay, I’ll turn it down” I lifted my head so he could grab the remote and turn it down. Once he placed the remote down he went back to drawing circles on my shoulder that soon splayed out to my back whilst he watched the movie. I was soon a sleep, exhaustion drowning out the screaming coming from the TV.

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