NHL Imagines

Olli Maatta (Pittsburgh Penguins)

Possible trigger warning (?) This whole chapter is basically about self-hate, so if that bothers you, please do not read on!

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The numbers on the machine clicked up higher every time I looked down, but I wasn't satisfied with them. My legs were weak and my core felt like it was on fire, but I was ready to stop as soon as I heard the front door open.

I slowed it to a walking speed before shutting it off completely, cursing quietly to myself. I grabbed the nearest water bottle and chugged about half of it down before Olli even made it into the room. 

"Good workout?" He asked, motioning to my drenched figure.

"I didn't go long enough," I panted, shaking my head.

Olli lips twisted downward into a deep frown. "By the looks of you, I'd say you went for too long,"

"I'm alright," I shrugged "I got a cramp in my leg awhile ago, so I stopped then. I've only been on it for like an hour,"

"Straight?" His brows furrowed.

"No way. I could never do that. I took a few water breaks here and there," I assured him.

"Well, you've been working out a lot lately. Take a break with me for awhile. I ordered your favorite," he held up a takeout bag and then a carrier from the ice cream place down the street. "I also got you a shake because I know how much you like The Milkshake Factory," 

I scowled at him. "You're kidding, right? Olli, I've been working my ass off to lose weight and you're bringing me crap like this! I can't eat that,"

"You're kidding, right?" He repeated. "One, you don't even have to lose weight, but do whatever you feel like, I guess. Two, a single box of noodles and a shake isn't going to make you gain twenty pounds. Just chill with me for awhile. They put The Sandlot on Netflix,"

"No," I snapped, making him flinch in surprise. "I'm fat. I have a lot of weight to lose. You bringing me junk food isn't helping the process,"

I walked away before he got a single word out, slamming our bedroom door shut. I tugged the damp tank top over my head and slid my shorts off on the way into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror in nothing but my bra and underwear. I felt tears well up in my eyes the longer I looked at myself. 

What a cow. Fat ass bitch. Olli could do so much better than her. Why is such a precious person like Olli with someone who looks like they need an all-year pass to the gym? She definitely shouldn't be eating that pizza, doesn't need anymore weight on that body of hers. 

When arms wrapped around my shoulders, I was broken from my daze. I blinked the tears from my eyes and looked at Olli in the mirror, seeing his cheeks were wet.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He spoke hoarsely. "You are beautiful. Inside and out. I'll be damned if I let anyone tell me you're not good enough for me. Everything about you is beautiful,"

"No, no, I'm not," I sobbed, clutching at the counter. "I'm not beautiful. Don't tell me that,"

"Why don't you see it?" He whispered. "Look in the mirror,"

I shook my head stubbornly. 

"(Y/N), look in the mirror," he pushed. "Please,"

Finally giving in, I averted my gaze to the mirror, taking in the sight of the two of us together. 

"I love everything about you," he leaned away from me a bit, resting his hands on either side of my thighs. "I love these," he moved his grip to my hips "I love these," to my behind "definitely love this,"

I giggled slightly and wiped at my eyes while he continued on, placing his hands on my stomach.

"I love this," then to my chest "really love these," 

Letting out a quiet laugh, I turned towards him. "I get it, Olli. I-,"

"I'm not done," he hushed me, holding my face in his hands. "You bring out the best in other people. You light up rooms whenever you walk in. Just hearing your laugh makes my day so much better and I will never be able to understand how someone can look that amazing in sweatpants. You're brave. You're so strong and you mean so much more than you think you do. Please don't let those ignorant people stop you from loving yourself,"

I threw my arms around his neck and let myself cry into his shoulder. "You're amazing, you're so amazing,"

"I know," he muttered teasingly, kissing my temple. "Now, you and me are going to sit our asses on that couch right out there and we're gonna eat all the junk food we want because we both have gorgeous bodies that need some ice cream and Chinese food lovin',"

I nodded vigorously against him. "I haven't eaten noodles or ice cream in three weeks and I'm about ready to die,"

He pulled away and pushed his lips to mine. "I love you, pretty girl,"

"I love you, too, Olli. With everything I have,"

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