When Connor Bedard, the star player of the Pats hockey team, finds himself unexpectedly hosting the coach's daughter for a while, their worlds collide as she joins him for practice sessions. Amidst the intensity of the rink, bonds form, skills are t...
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y/n pov
As I made my way back home from Connor's house, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within me. Despite the warmth of our morning together, a sense of restlessness gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, leaving me feeling oddly unsettled.
Entering the familiar confines of my bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness wash over me. With nothing but the quiet hum of the TV to keep me company, I sank onto the couch, my gaze fixed on the screen as the New Jersey Devils game flickered to life before me.Hockey had always been a solace for me, a sanctuary where I could lose myself in the ebb and flow of the game, the thunderous roar of the crowd serving as a comforting backdrop to my thoughts. And as I watched the players glide effortlessly across the ice, their movements fluid and precise, I felt a sense of kinship with them, a shared love for the game that transcended time and space.But even as I immersed myself in the game, a sense of restlessness tugged at the corners of my mind, urging me to break free from the confines of my own thoughts. With a sigh, I reached for a pen lying nearby, the urge to create something tangible overpowering my desire for passive consumption.As the game unfolded before me, I began to sketch absentmindedly on the back of my hand, the smooth curve of the pen against my skin a comforting rhythm that echoed the steady beat of my heart. With each stroke, I allowed my thoughts to wander, giving voice to the myriad emotions swirling within me.Lost in the act of creation, I found myself slipping into a state of flow, my mind emptying of all else but the simple pleasure of drawing. The lines danced across my skin, weaving intricate patterns that spoke volumes without uttering a word, a silent testament to the depths of my soul.And as the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, I glanced down at my hand, the ink-stained canvas a testament to the journey I had embarked upon. In the delicate lines and curves, I saw echoes of my own hopes and fears, my dreams and desires laid bare for the world to see.With a satisfied smile, I leaned back against the cushions, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm halo around me. In that moment, I realized that sometimes, the greatest works of art are born not from grand gestures or lofty ambitions, but from the simple act of embracing our true selves and allowing our innermost thoughts to take flight. And as I drifted off to sleep, the echoes of the game still ringing in my ears, I knew that no matter where life took me, I would always find solace in the beauty of creation and the endless possibilities that lay ahead.
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When I was happy with what I drawled I sent it to Connor for his thoughts on it
Connors an idoit
Guess what
What
Chicken butt. Sorry I had to Lmao
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I drawed that
Wtf y/n that's so good
Thanks girly
End of cov
y/n pov
After shooting off a quick text to my dad, assuring him of my plans for the evening and promising to be safe, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my bestie. As she bounded through the door, her excitement contagious, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the night ahead.
With a flurry of laughter and chatter, we quickly set about getting ready, swapping outfit ideas and sharing the latest gossip. As we stood side by side in front of the mirror, each meticulously perfecting our looks, I felt a sense of camaraderie wash over me, grateful for the unwavering support of my closest friend.Once we were both satisfied with our ensembles, we made our way out into the crisp night air, the promise of adventure beckoning us forth. Rather than hitting the town in search of wild parties and flashing lights, we opted for a more laid-back evening, choosing to dine al fresco at a cozy outdoor restaurant instead.As we settled into our seats, the air alive with the hum of conversation and laughter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Surrounded by friends old and new, each bringing their own unique energy to the table, I felt truly blessed to be in such good company.As the night wore on, more of our friends joined us, their laughter mingling with ours as we shared stories and savored delicious food beneath the starlit sky. With each passing moment, I found myself feeling more alive than ever, grateful for the simple joys of friendship and camaraderie.And as we bid farewell to the night, our hearts full and our spirits light, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the bonds that held us together, weaving a tapestry of memories that would last a lifetime. In the warm embrace of friendship, I knew that no matter what the future held, I would always find solace in the laughter and love of those closest to me.
