ok but think about this…. clarisse who plays for the school’s football team, who has done for years, clarisse who is so used to the crowd howling at her she could play in the middle of a metal band mosh pit and still be fine, clarisse who is a master at tuning it out and being the best player in the team suddenly noticing the cute girl with the pretty eyes from her bio class starts coming to her trainings and games and clapping shyly and oh my god she only claps for clarisse what is this how does she breathe andTHAT IS A BALL FUCK
Author’s Note: Where did my spontaneous love of Bo Horvat come from? One day it was just like, “Oh hey, wow, yeah… That boy looks so strong and nice and cuddly.” Feedback welcome! (On the story, or if you want to talk about Bo Horvat, that’s cool, too.) (Also, I will be positing a new imagine every weekday in April, so stayed tuned.)
You slammed the cupboard door shut much harder than
necessary. Dropping the bowl on the counter, you scooped the remaining ice
cream into it; tossing the empty container away. The heavy scoop
clanging against the metal basin as you tossed it in the sink. Grabbing a spoon
and the bowl of ice cream from the counter, you stalked into the living room,
dropping onto the recliner.
Bo, who was laying on the sofa looked over at you. “What, no
ice cream for me?” he asked, innocently.
“No.” you said, staring at the television.
“You’re not even gonna lay with me?” he frowned.
“No.” you said, coldly; pulling the blanket off the back of
the chair, draping it over yourself.
“You know, I’d be able to keep you a lot warmer than that
blanket.” he said, his lips dropping into a playful frown.
“God, Bo. Would you just turn the damn show on?” you huffed,
shoveling a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.
“Okay, okay.” he muttered in defeat, flipping the channel
over to The Bachelor.
Your phone buzzed from the pocket of your sweatpants.
Digging it out, you pressed the home button, bringing the screen to life. You
had a text from your best friend.
(Y/F/N): I can’t believe we’re not watching this
together. Miss you!
You and (Y/F/N) had watched every season of The Bachelor
since it started. You’d curl up on the sofa in her parent’s basement,
critiquing which girls had the best fashion sense and which one would end up
the guy in the end, sometimes taking bets on how long their relationships would
last. It was a stupid show, but watching it with her was always a riot.
Especially as you got older; it gave you a consistent time to see each other
between homework, jobs, college, and everything else life would throw at you.
Now here you were, far away from your hometown. You had just
graduated from college a few weeks ago and finally made the move to live with
your boyfriend, Bo. You loved Vancouver and were thrilled to see Bo more than
just once or twice a season and during the summers; but you couldn’t help but
get pangs of homesickness over the littlest things. You’d been looking for a
job to keep you busy and learning how to actually live with Bo was an
adjustment. Right now, life was overwhelming to say the least and you were,
unfairly, taking it out on Bo.
You couldn’t even begin to focus on the show; the hour
passing in a blur. The text from (Y/F/N) unleashing a new wave of homesickness.
When the program ended Bo turned the TV off and looked over at you when you
showed no signs of moving from the chair. “Coming to bed?” he asked.
“Soon.” you said, distractedly, your eyes focused on the
empty bowl in your hands. Bo frowned slightly before turning and heading down
the hall to your shared bedroom.
As soon as he was out of sight, you threw the blanket off of
you and hurried into the kitchen, rinsing your bowl. You shut the water off,
standing at the sink, swallowing the lump that was rising in your throat.
Visions of your family and friends swam through your head, tears welling up in
your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, fuck, you needed to calm down before going
to bed. Bo had enough to worry about, he didn’t need to see you like this.
“(Y/N)?” Bo’s voice questioned softly; startled you spun
around to face him, clutching your chest. He looked so soft and warm standing
in the entryway. You blinked hard, tears spilling down your cheeks when you looked him in the eye. There was
no point in trying to hold it back; sobs escaping your mouth. Bo, taking a few
swift strides to cover the distance between you, wrapped his strong arms around
your shuddering frame, pulling you into him. He held you close, rubbing your
back comfortingly. He held you like that for a while, until your crying had quieted. “Baby, talk to me. I know you’ve been hiding something from me since
you got here.” he said gently, his chin resting on top of your head.
You lifted your head off Bo’s chest, tilting your head to
look up at him. Just seeing the worry in his eyes caused a fresh wave of tears
to wash down your face; you leaned back in, clutching his shirt, as you
continued crying on his chest. Bo took a deep breath before continuing. “If… if you don’t
want to be here with me, you don’t have to stay.” he mumbled softly. “You’re
not happy, (Y/N), I know you’re not. If you’d be happier somewhere else, or
with someone else… I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck here. I just
want you to be happy.” he finished sadly. You were crushed, hearing Bo this sad
was upsetting enough, but knowing you had caused it was heartbreaking; you
should have told him from the beginning.
“No, no, no. Bo, God, I don’t want to be anywhere else. And
I definitely don’t want to be with someone else.” you rushed out, pulling away
from him slightly to look him in the eye. “I-I am happy.” you stuttered.
“The tears say otherwise.” he stated, frowning as he brought
a thumb to your cheek, wiping away the tears.
“There are just a lot of things going through my mind right
now.” you sighed, staring at the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I thought I could
figure it out on my own, you have enough going on, and I didn’t want to bother
you.” you admitted.
“(Y/N), you’re not a bother. Ever. You’ve always listened to
me and I want to help you through whatever is going on; but I can’t help you
if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” he said, searching your face. “Tell me.” he
You pushed yourself up to sit on the kitchen counter, now
eye level with Bo as he stood between your knees, his hands resting on your
“I haven’t found a job yet. I spent all that time and energy
going through school and nothing is panning out.” you said shaking your head.
“Am I not smart enough? I don’t want to rely on you for everything…” you said
trailing off as you twirled the bracelet on your wrist.
“You are smart enough. I know it’s frustrating, but
you haven’t been out here that long, you’ll find something you love. I know you
want your independence, but I will gladly take care of you until find a job.”
he said confidently. “What else?” he asked, as you shook your head. “I’m not
letting you off this counter until you tell me everything.” he said, raising an
eyebrow at you.
“I guess, well, it’s been an adjustment actually living with
you. Not in a bad way!” you clarified quickly. “It’s your apartment, I
just don’t want to be in the way or step on your toes.”
“This is our apartment.” he emphasized. “You’re
not in the way. I know I probably have some annoying habits and my interior
decorating skills are pretty bad. But it’s our place and our life
and you get to have a say in it.” he smiled. “You just have to talk to me,
babe.” You nodded. “And?” he prompted.
“And?” you asked, surprised. “How do you know there’s
“Because I know you.” he answered simply.
You sighed, looking at your lap. “I’m just really homesick.”
you admitted. “My friends, my family, my parents’ house.” you
sighed. “Sorry, it’s so dumb.”
“It’s not dumb at all. Most guys left home when they went to
junior, I was still so close to home. When I flew out here, I felt so lost. I
didn’t know anyone in Vancouver, nothing was familiar.” he said, his hands
sliding up your thighs and around your waist.
“Really?” you asked, meekly.
“Really.” he assured. “And anytime your friends or parents
want to visit, they’re welcome here. Skype them every day if you want to. I
know I’m not your ideal viewing partner for the Bachelor.” he grinned.
“Maybe not, but you’re my ideal partner for everything
else.” you said, a smiling spreading across your face for the first time all
night. “Thanks, babe. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” he smiled, pressing a sweet kiss
you your lips. “Just promise me that from now on you’ll talk to me when
something’s bothering you.”
sooooo… had this hangin around for an incase moment, finished it a few days ago…. then forgot to upload it Q u Q
APiP (A Practice in Patience) Is coming along slower than I hoped because the weather here has been brutally hot and any time i’m at my computer, I have my motherthing harping at me to finish the last of my summer shool
and the fact that I have 5 weeks left to create a game system and have nothing but notes scrawled out doesn’t help Q u Q
BUT FEAR NOT~! I am making this APiP as unforgettable and awesome as my lack-of-better-words can allow me~ so please stay tuned!! :OO