#thomas bordeleau fic

[thatsdemko]

punishment - t. bordeleau

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pairings: Thomas bordeleau x fem!athlete!reader

warnings: nsfw + mentions of Ohio state + swearing + shower sex + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity + not intended for minors

a/n: I can never write something soft or fluff about this man he just turns me on. this is my first time writing shower sex so beware!

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

he’s never seen you like this during a match. every game he’s ever been to of yours, you always kept your composure and played a good game. you were the good guy on the field, but not today.

he watched you run down the field practically chasing down the girl who nearly slashed your wrist in half with her lacrosse stick. there was words exchanges after the girls first warning, but Thomas couldn’t make out what was being said. he could tell whatever it was pushed the right buttons.

anxiously sitting on the edge of the bleachers, he was biting his nails just hoping you wouldn’t do anything to result in a suspension. he just wanted your team to beat ohio state and you wouldn’t have to play them any other time this season. but he knew how it went against rivaled schools, the tension and stakes were always high.

he watched your lacrosse stick tap hers, legally, the ball fell out of the pocket and you were right there to scoop it up. attempting to head down the field, you felt a foot catch yours and down you fell. the whistle immediately was blown and you looked up to see her hovering over you with a smirk.

“that’s what you get, bitch.” she spat at you before walking away and the refs ejected her immediately. the trainer came running over to your aide to test your ankle. you looked over into the stands to see Thomas just staring at you. you couldn’t make out a single emotion on his face.

“you going to be okay?” you were asked by one of your teammates before you decided to stand up and test out your ankle. deciding you were fine the trainer left and you continued playing. Thomas just shook his head before noticing the clock at five minutes left and Michigan was leading by one goal. anything could happen in lacrosse.

his eyes stayed on the clock unable to watch you. he couldn’t bare to see you limping across the field, but he could hear the Ohio state girl throwing a tantrum on the sideline. he just was praying that with each second that ticked you didn’t crack under pressure and start a brawl that you couldn’t handle.

three minutes remained and Thomas was trying to occupy himself with his phone, but he kept looking up to see you cradling the ball deciding to take the shot or make the pass. deciding to go for it, he watched you fake out the defense causing the perfect split and your shot to go right between them and past the goalies shoulder.

he could relax watching you drop your stick to celebrate. there was only two minutes left, but he knew you had the game under your belt. he wasn’t concerned. and by the final whistle michigan successfully beat Ohio state and you could go home peacefully.

after the game was finished, you met Thomas at the fence with your things, “I thought we talked about that I’m supposed to be the bad guy on the ice and you’re supposed to just be the pretty goal scorer?” he raised an eyebrow taking your things from you before planting a kiss on your lips.

“well sometimes girls can be rude and you have to put them in their place.” you handed him your lacrosse bag and he gladly took it following him to his car to go to his place.

“your ankle okay? could hardly watch you run those last five minutes.” he noticed the little limp in your step and you were couple paces behind him, but it wasn’t anything too serious. you had to finish the game was what ran through your mind. even if it was broken, you were going to play the cards.

you rolled your eyes, “my ankle is fine, don’t worry about me.” you got into the passenger seat, immediately, sighing in relief that you could take pressure off your ankle. so yes, it did hurt but you weren’t going to tell him.

“well I worry about you because I’ve never seen you that mad before unless it’s with me.” he gestured to the swollen part of your ankle, and you looked down to see the size difference of them both. you couldn’t say anything, but just watch him put the car and drive and you were off to his place.

it was silent for awhile in the car. just the music that was softly playing in the background and the hum of the car. neither one of you spoke until you pulled up to the house, and Thomas put the car in park. “So what did she say to you that pissed you off?”

getting out of the car, he grabbed your things and then made his way to help you, safely, get out without causing any sharp pain to your ankle. “just some fucking dumb shit you know how it is.”

he laughed at your choice of language. you hardly ever swore unless it was during sex. “since when did you start using such harsh language? you kiss me with that mouth?”

you smirked up at him, “you want me to kiss you with this mouth?” you watched him lick his lips shaking his head. he couldn’t stand you right now. it was all too funny to him. the words coming out of your mouth sounded like a joke.

“I want to wash your mouth with soap.”

rolling your eyes, you turned to make your way up to his bathroom to take a shower and hopefully blow of the steam of the game. it was brutal from the start and you were ready to leave it behind.

Thomas wasn’t too far behind you, he made sure you didn’t stumble up the stairs or do anything more to your ankle. but he also had every plan to join you in that shower. he couldn’t stand the pouty mouth and just wanted to wash all that away.

“joining me?” you asked before closing the door. he slipped inside the bathroom locking it behind you both before going to run the water.

finally being warm enough he let the water fall closing the curtain before removing his shirt. you did the same. removing all of your sweaty clothes that stuck to your body, you finally felt free from the game. you stepped inside the shower letting the warm water touch your body allowing all of your muscles and joints to relax.

you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your naked body. it felt comforting to feel his skin against yours. “I love you, mon anour, but you’ve been a real bad girl today.”

smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes, “what are you going to do, thom? what’s my punishment?”

his hands traveled up your body until they got to your breasts. squeezing them gently you turned around opening your eyes to face him, “I think it’s safe to assume you know your punishment.” his lips connected with yours. his wet body was slippery against yours, it made it impossible to feel connected to him.

he pushed your body against the wall, your head hit the tile as his lips trailed down your body. he pushed your thighs open so you were practically doing a wall sit, and his tongue found his way into your folds. it didn’t take long for him to find your clit hearing a shaky gasp come for you tugging on his wet hair.

his tongue danced around in circles, every inch of you was covered in chills despite the warmth of the water around you. your legs shaking unsure how much longer you could handle the position and his tongue.

“thom, please.” you begged looking down at him, he pulled himself away finally and you tried to stand up right, but you were unable to, leaving you in a bent position, and it gave him all the right ideas.

his hands grabbed your hips, you felt him inserting himself into you. you couldn’t find a single thing to hold onto as he started going slow but quickly picked up the pace. your hands searched for anything, but the shampoo and conditioner bottles fell and the soap bar was useless. you had to deal with your body being thrown around. this was certainly your punishment.

Thomas let go of your body when he noticed you were starting to fall to the ground of the shower. he bent down caressing your cheek to turn your face to look at his cock, “this is what you get for those words.” next thing you knew your mouth was met with his cum leaving a satisfied look on his face.

finally finished he moved your body out from under the water and began to clean you up with soap bar that was on the ground.

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “feeling okay?” he asked but you could barely move a muscle. that’s how he knew his job was done.

“just shut up and clean me up.”

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[bbrissonn]

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ & ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting

warnings: nsfw, read at your own risk, the whole fic is pretty much just smut, swearing, not proofread

pairing: brendan brisson x reader x thomas bordeleau

wc: 3k 

hey u free rn 

a smile creeped up on your face once you had noticed who the notification was from, brendan. the two of you had been messing around for about a month and a half now, the first being when you had woken up in his bed being the day after his 19th birthday. it was now late december, everyone would be heading home soon for the winter break, meaning you and briss were trying to see each as often as possible between your classes and his practices. 

 yeah 

you answered and he saw straight away, his gray typing bubble popped up, making your smile even bigger than before. 

home alone

come over 

he answered, making you bite your bottom lip a bit. your fingers flew over your keyboard to answer him. 

ill be there in 5 

him living right down the street from you was also a very big advantage to the two of you being able to see each whenever you wanted. he sent you a thumbs up back and a ‘be quick’ before you closed your phone and quickly changed into something a little more appropriate. changing your cotton underwear for a pair of lace one, and putting on a matching bra under your hoodie. you pulled out a pair of sweatpants you had stole from him a week ago, put socks and shoes out and quickly left your house. 

when you arrived at brendan’s house, no cars were in the driveway, and no lights were turned on beside the one in his room, meaning he was really home alone. you pushed open the door, which you were sure was gonna be unlocked because locking doors is something you quickly learned these boys don’t know how to do. you quickly took your shoes off and rushed up to his room, only to see him lying on his bed shirtless, phone in hand. his covers were on him, resting right below his waist, exposing all of his upper body, including his abs. 

you closed the door behind yourself and turned back around to face him, as he tossed his phone aside. you then made your way over to him, moving the blanket off of him and straddling him, you rubbed your hands up and down his chest, pulling on his chain a bit, before leaning down and connecting your lips. 

“fuck i missed you.” he whispered against your lips, his hands going up your thighs all the way to your ass, giving it a small squeeze. and that’s when he realized you were wearing his sweatpants, making him let out a groan as you felt his hard slowly grow under you. 

“you saw me like 3 hours ago.” you whispered back, pulling away a bit before connecting your lips again, your tongue slipping into his mouth. 

“yeah, but not like this.” he mumbled as his hands pressed your hips down hard on him, making him groan in your mouth. his hands then slipped in your hoodie, another groan leaving his mouth when he felt the lace bra you were wearing. 

“god, you drive me insane.” he spoke before pulling your hoodie off and throwing it on the ground. you pushed yourself back up a bit, resting your hands on his lower stomach, running them up and down his abs a bit first. he rubbed both of your nipples through the lace before undoing the clasp and throwing it in the same direction as your hoodie. 

“my little stress balls.” he whispered, making you let out gasp and slap his hand lightly. 

“don’t call them that, bren.” you said, as both of his hands cupped both of your boobs, making you let out a sigh of pleasure.

“don’t worry, babe. they’re not little.” he said with a smirk, and you decided to just drop the subject, watching him as he stared at your boobs like a middle school boy. after about a minute or so, you started grinding your hips against his, needing to feel something more. 

“so impatient.” he mumbled as you started undoing the string of his sweatpants. you then pulled them down, along with his boxer, making his cock fling upwards, landing on his pelvis. the tip was already leaking with pre cum, all red and tweaking. you placed yourself between his thighs, placing your hands right next to his dick as a support while you moved.

when you looked back up at him, his head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth opened as he tried to control his breathing, making you smile to yourself. you slowly moved your thumb so it was resting right against the head of his cock, making him gasp a bit. 

“y/n/n, fuck, babe, i need more. please.” he begged, making you smirk as you slowly started moving one of your hands up and down his length, a couple of moans leaving his mouth as you did so. you added a second hand after a couple of seconds, making his hips thrust in your grip.

“fucking hell. i’m so close, baby. don’t stop, god yes!” he mumbled, making you pull away. his eyes quickly flew open as a whine left his mouth and his hips stopped moving. he looked at you, clearly confused as you straddled him once again, his cock rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. you ran your hands up and down his chest a bit before moving one of them to his face. you pushed his hair back, your hand sliding down his face and playing with his lip a bit. 

“i want you to fuck me, bren.” you whispered, your eyes staring into his. you felt him twitch under you as you lowered yourself, pressing your boobs against his bare chest. 

“fuck.” he whispered before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on your back. his hands quickly attacked the strings of his sweatpants before pulling them off your legs and throwing them in another corner than your bra and hoodie. he let out yet another groan seeing the small lace underwear you were wearing, before pulling them off of you and throwing them where the sweatpants were. he then waist no time connecting his mouth with your clit, making you moan out his name. 

“brendan, fuck!” you moaned out, as your hands landed on his head, pulling on his hair a bit. you let him have his fun for a couple of minutes, before pushing him away from you. 

“fuck me. now.” you said and he was quick to listen, getting up and grabbing a condom along with the lube bottle that were in his nightstand drawer. he tossed you the packet and you quickly ripped it open and rolled it down on him as he opened the lube bottle and let some fall directly on your pussy. he used the tip of his cock to spread it all over your slit, small moans leaving your mouth. 

“you ready?” he asked as his tip stopped right over your opening, making you whine a bit. 

“mm-hm.” you hummed and he was quick to push himself into, exactly the way he knew you liked. a moan slipped past both of your lips as he reached the deepest point he could go. he waited for your signal and then slowly started moving back and forth until he was fully thrusting into you.

“oh god, bren!” you moaned out as he hit that spot inside of you over and over again, small groans leaving his mouth every time. his left forearm landed right next to your hand as he let himself fall on top of you, his right hand grabbing your right thigh and bringing it up, changing the angle a bit. you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as your eyes rolled back. 

“g-god! you feel so fucking good, baby.” he whispered before leaning down and connecting your lips together. you wrapped your legs around his lower back, keeping him as close to you as possible, when he realized what you were doing, his thrusts went from slow and long to fast and short. you were about to answer him, when his door flew open, making both of your heads look over at the door, but briss showed no signs of wanting to stop his movements.

“what the fuck!” bordy’s voice echoed in the room, making briss throw his blanket over both of your naked bodies. 

“dude, what the fuck!” briss yelled back, his hip still snapping into yours, something that clearly didn’t go unnoticed by thomas. you bit down into briss’ shoulder, trying to stop your moans from coming out of your mouth, but had no success. 

“bro, stay if you want or leave, i don’t give a shit but close that fucking door.” briss told thom, after he didn’t answer him or move. bordy blinked a couple of times before closing the door behind him, but he stood in the same place as before. you and briss had talked a bit about potentially having a threesome with bords, and the two boys had talked about it between themselves, after bordy had let it slip at a party that he’d down the fuck you if he ever had the chance to do so. 

“c’mon, baby, don’t go all shy on me just because he’s here.” brendan whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you stopped biting down on his shoulder and let a couple of moans slip past your mouth. you saw from the corner of your eye bordy sitting down on briss’ desk chair, his eyes glued on the two of you, clearly a little excited by what he was seeing and hearing. 

“eyes on me, pretty girl.” briss whispered again once he realized your eyes were fully looking at thom instead of him. your eyes quickly moved back to him as his hips snapped into yours even faster than before. 

“g-gonna cum!” you struggled to say, making both boys smirk as briss looked over to bordy. 

“whatcha think bords, does she get to cum or not?” he asked, making you let out a whine, as bordy got up from the chair and walked over to the side of the bed. he smirked a bit at his best friend before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“i think we make her wait.” he whispered after pulling away from you, another whine leaving your mouth. the two boys smirked at one another before briss focused back on you, and bordy started undressing himself. brendan moans started getting louder and louder as he felt himself coming closer and closer to his high. meanwhile, thom had found himself sitting back on briss’ desk chair, slowly stroking his hard. 

“f-fuck! holy shi–” brendan started, but he cut himself off with a bunch of groans and moans leaving his mouth as his hips stopped moving, his dick buried deep inside your pussy as he came undone in the condom. you let out a whine as he stopped moving, before trying to move your own hips up to get some sort of pleasure, but brendan was quick to push them back down with his hips. 

“so fucking needy.” he mumbled before pushing himself up and slowly pulling out of you, making yet another whine slip past your lips. Brendan scoffed a bit before removing the condom and throwing it in his trash, before looking over at bordy. thom was still slowly stroking himself, the head of his cock red and throbbing as pre cum leaked from it. 

“she’s all yours, man.” brendan said before sitting down next to you, rubbing himself a bit. a smirk grew on bords’ face as he got up from the chair and walked over to the bed, grabbing a condom on the way.

“turn around for me, pretty girl.” the bordeleau boy whispered as he opened the packet and slipped the condom on himself. Once you were laying on your stomach, thom grabbed both of your hips and lifted your ass up the air, exposing your pussy for him. he let out a groan as he pushed your cheeks aside, fully displaying your holes. at the same time, briss moved over a bit, so he was sitting right on front of you, scoffing a bit when he saw the look on your face. 

“fuck.” bordy sighed as he slowly slid into you, making you let out a loud moan as your eyes grew big. thom was much thicker than brendan, meaning this whole a different experience, and he was a lot smaller than him, making the angle totally different as well. the two boys smirked at each other before brendan grabbed your chin and aligned your mouth with his cock. 

“think you can take me in that pretty little mouth of yours while he fucks you, baby?” he mumbled as he let go of your chin and took his dick into his hand, rubbing it against your lips. you nodded eagerly before opening your mouth and slowly taking him into your mouth. 

the two best friends both let out loud moans and groans as bordy pounded into you from behind, making your mouth move further down briss’ length every time. eventually, one of brendan’s hands found its way to the back of your head, pushing it down everytime thom hit that one spot inside of you, making your eyes roll backwards. 

“you’re doing so fucking good, baby. so fucking good for us.” thom whispered as he bent down, placing his hands right next to bren’s hips, changing the angle of his dick, making you let out a scream of pleasure. 

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” you moaned as you pulled your mouth off of brendan’s cock. 

“like the way he fucks you, huh? such a fucking slut for us.” brendan whispered as he grabbed your chin once again, this time only making you look into his. you nodded eagerly once more before a moan slipped past your lips. you felt your high building up inside of you, until thom pulled out of you, pulling the condom off and flipping you over so you your back was against briss’ chest. 

“where do you want me to cum, pretty girl?” he asked as brendan started rubbing your clit, making your breathing pick up. 

“m-mouth… cum inside my mouth!” you begged, and he was quick to listen. he moved himself forward so the tip of his cock was resting against your tongue that you had stuck out. he jerked himself off at a rapid past until he started leaking into your mouth, throwing his head back as loud moans slipped past his lips. 

“s-shit!” thom moaned as he slowly came down from his high. you were about to close your mouth, when brendan grabbed your chin once again and turned your face towards him with his free hand, connecting your lips together. thom’s cum getting mixed up with your saliva and his, meanwhile, brendan’s fingers slowly made its way inside of you, making you gasp in his mouth. one of your hands grabbed the back of his neck, keeping him close to you as you felt bordy’s lips attach to your neck. 

you let out a moan as brendan’s fingers moved faster and faster inside of you and bordy’s hands found both of your breast, messaging them and pinching your nipples a bit as his lips stayed connected with your neck. eventually, his lips moved down your body and connected with one of your nipple. 

“shit– ah!” you moaned as you pulled your lips away from briss’, grinding your hips onto his fingers, making him smirk at you. gasps left your mouth at a fast pace, feeling your high coming closer and closer, well that was until brendan’s finger slipped out of you, a whine slipped your lips, but it was quickly replaced with a moan from bordy’s lips and tongue connecting your clit. 

“fuck!” you yelled out, placing both of your hands in thom’s hair, keeping him close to your core. bren’s lips connected with the side of your neck as his hands slipped down to your breasts, repeating the same actions bordy’s hand had been doing barely seconds ago. you threw your head back on brendan’s shoulder as you let out a silent scream, your high taking over your body. 

thom’s fingers rubbed your clit rapidly as his tongue collected all of the cum coming out of your hole, groans of pleasure leaving his mouth when he swallowed all of it down his throat. 

“dude!” brendan whined, seeing as he wasn’t going to be able to taste you tonight. bordy let out a laugh as you rolled over brendan’s legs and placing the blanket over yourself and the boys. 

“my bad, bro.” thom said light heartedly as he settled down next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder as brendan rested his head on your chest. heavy breaths left your mouth as you were still coming down from your high. 

“you okay?” brendan asked when he heard the sound of your fast heart beat in his ear. you slowly nodded your head as bords pressed a small kiss to your forehead. 

“i’ve been dreaming about this for so long. fucking you.” bordy whispered in your ear, making you giggle a bit. 

“who knows, maybe this could become a weekly thing. you and i.” you shrugged, sending the bordeleau boy a small smile. he was about to say something when a loud snore coming from brendan could be heard, making you scoff a bit. 

“he’s a baby.” you stated as you playing with briss’ hair, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head. 

“he’s always like this?” thom asked with a laugh, making you shake your head slightly, before letting out a yawn. 

“go to sleep, y/n/n.” thom whispered, pulling you closer into his chest. you snuggled your face in it before you eyes slowly started closing. 

“g’night."

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the unknown remedy | t. bordeleau

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part four. <- prev part

summary: thomas shuts himself off from everyone for a couple days, resulting in a surprise from you and his friends. you find out one of his secrets and he gets vulnerable, leading you to reassure him that everything'll be okay.

contains/tw: smoking, heightened feelings/anxiety, bren being kinda irritating, thom being a sad boy, vulnerable thom, light mentions of abuse.

pairing: dbf(dad's best friend)!thom x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: i know this took probably over a month so i'll be surprised if anyone's still invested. its bit different from the dbf!thom we know and love but he's got feelings too and i wanted to show them :) hope you guys like it <3 and remember to send me an ask or comment or message me if u wanna be added to the daddy issues taglist !!

six days.

it's been six days since you and thomas last saw each other. you thought he was avoiding you, partly because the morning after you slammed the door in his face you were greeted by a tide pen sitting on the floor right outside your bedroom.

his intentions weren't to make it seem like he was ignoring you but clearly your brain had other plans. you spent the next couple days with heightened anxiety whenever any of your dad's friends came over out of fear of facing him.

you got to know a lot of them pretty well, actually, and you'd even noticed a slight change in your dad's behaviour. he was.. happier. it was a good look on him. spending time with his friends really seemed to change him for the better and you wondered why they hadn't been around throughout your childhood. why did he only find it important for them to come around when thomas moved back?

you tried not to think too much about it, it wasn't very important anyway. you wondered where he's been but kept those thoughts to yourself knowing you'd see him eventually and you'd get the chance to apologize.. if you gained the courage to do do.

and thomas, well, he wasn't having the best time of his life per se. things had been great the first couple of weeks but with a hectic schedule and a busy mind, he found himself crumbling. he felt like he was the base of a mountain carrying the weight of the world on his back.

"i haven't seen bordy in a long time."

your head peaked up at ethan's words, carefully eyeing the bunch who began to share questioning glances.

"... i haven't seen him since like, last week. i don't even think i've heard from him since then," nick realized and you held back a frown. how had you been the one to notice his disappearance before they had? it was the one thought that ached to leave your mind.

"i've been texting him," your dad spoke up and you smiled. of course he'd been.

"he's really stressed. he's got lots going on right now and he doesn't know how to handle it by himself but he refuses to ask for help," he explained with a small scoff at the end. "stubborn son of a bi— uhh, bickle."

you rolled your eyes at his pathetic save, as if you didn't cuss when he wasn't around. the group began pondering upon all the reasons why thomas had been distant, seemingly forgetting the fact that your dad directly told them he was stressed.

it seemed as though this was unlike him no matter how heavy his heart felt. you felt guilty listening to their conversation, obviously his business was probably something he didn't want you knowing.

"why don't we go check on him later?" mackie suggested as he took a sip of his water. "bring some food and have dinner, maybe. who knows if he's been taking care of himself.."

you felt a nauseous pit in your stomach at the thought of how poorly he may have been doing. had he even been able to get out of bed? brush his teeth, remember to drink water? you were frozen in your seat as your mind ran in circles.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea," your dad agreed. "i guess we'll leave when hunter gets home. he should be back in a bit."

--

the hood on thomas' head softly brushed against his cheek as he turned towards the sound, tickling his skin. he lightly chuckled to himself when he spotted an innocent squirrel running across the street.

with every inhale of the poison between his fingers, remedy filled his lungs. he sat under the tree outside his house, looking upon the empty road scattered with cars and potholes that the city never seemed to fix—he remembered them from when he was young.

with a rapid heartbeat, smoke fell from his lips and found haven in the cold air of the night, a sight so sore for even his eyes. he hated when he did this, when he resorted to the one thing he told himself he'd never fall victim to.

he watched along as rain began to fall from the clouds above, painful memories causing him to take another puff to ease his mind. it was hard. it was hard to live in michigan without the girl he'd planned a life with.

it was stupid, he knew that. he was never one to be hung up on a girl, especially one he'd left nearly a year ago but the bruises were still fresh in his heart. they were raw, a burning red, and they ached like their motive was to torture him.

he still had the scars scattered upon his body, the words ingrained in his head, the sights tattooed on his eyes. sometimes they became too much.

he was a man with a broken heart, one he didn't think deserved to be fixed. but that couldn't be further from the truth, yet he failed to see it. all he saw were the dark blue days he blindly mistook for a loving red.

his fingers planted on the grass beside him as he lifted himself up, crushing the cigarette beneath his feet before he bent down to pick it up. a few specs of dirt got caught in the grooves of his fingertips, even under his nails a bit. he cringed, flexing his joints at the irking feeling. it was an unhealthy habit and he felt guilty as he disposed of the evidence before walking back into his house.

his first order of business was to get rid of the smell tainting his nose. a shower was due.

the towel hung loosely around his hips as he stepped out of his bathroom, steam following behind him and into his bedroom. he shook his head a bit, droplets of water flying around before he ran a hand through his hair.

a knock on his front door caused him to stop as he pulled his pants up. he thought he was hearing things, giving it a moment before a louder sound filled his ears. he furrowed his eyebrows, unbothered to cover his upper half as he was now distracted by the persistent knocking.

"give me a fucking second," he mumbled to himself, a hand on the railing as he jogged down the stairs.

he twisted the knob and a bittersweet feeling flooded his gut as the breeze clung to his warmth. familiar faces holding bags in each of their hands, all with smiles on their faces is what he was greeted by—and somehow he mustered one after days of feeling numb.

"w-what are you guys doing here?" he asked, feeling a sense of relief.

"we missed you," brendan shrugged as though he should have known. "now, are you gonna let us in orrr.."

"yeah— yeah, c'mon in," he was speechless, really. as he stepped to the side to let all his friends in, an overwhelming amount of emotions flooded his body.

it felt like a stream of minions walking into a room as they kept piling in. finally looking out the door to see if anyone was left, he was face to face with a much smaller figure. you looked at him with your doe eyes, fiddling with your necklace as you felt your heart beating in your head.

you were trying to hide the ice in your veins as his gaze didn't leave you. he saw the goosebumps on your skin and bit the inside of his cheek, encased with worry.

he was quite surprised to see you. if he was being truthful, he barely thought about you since the day he dropped off the tide pen. he'd been so preoccupied that he didn't have even a minute to think about anything that didn't cause him stress.

he noticed the pen in your hand as you remained stuck in your place, like your feet were glued to the ground. the bruise on your face had faded, which he was glad to see as he cleared his throat.

"you can come in," he told you softly. "i'm not gonna eat you."

you bit your lip and gave him a breathy little smile as you looked the other way in nervousness. he didn't know how you were feeling but he could tell it wasn't good.

you were flustered. beads of water rolled down from his hair and onto the exposed skin of his chest. his skin was still a bit red from the hot shower he'd just taken, but the place your mind took you was far from that innocent act.

"are you alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"mhm," you nodded, rolling on the balls of your feet. you stood under the covered part of his porch, a little wet yourself as you'd been pelted by the rain when you were standing behind the large group of boys.

"you're dripping, c'mon, come inside," he finally demanded with a light hold on your arm, pulling you into the house. he closed the door behind him and sighed.

he realized as soon as he saw you that you weren't in any mood to speak. hell, he didn't even think you wanted to be here. but as your dad's best friend it was his responsibility to get you to warm up seeing as you'd come to visit him.

"do you want something new to wear? who let you go out like that? it's raining and you're dressed in a t-shirt," he wondered, your teeth beginning to chatter as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

you were standing out there pretending not to be cold and he knew it.

"well i-i didn't know it was raining," your voice shook. "my dad told me i should be fine."

now he remembered why he'd been so worried about you before. he sighed once more, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen where everyone else was. you felt bile rising in your throat, swallowing it down as thomas approached your dad.

"is it okay if i give her something warm to wear? she's shivering, bren, look at her," he asked almost tiredly, something in his mind resembling alarms beginning to blare.

"yeah, go ahead. y/n, you should have worn something warmer," brendan scolded after replying to thomas.

you frowned. "but you told me i'd be fine."

"you know yourself better than i do, you should have known. now you're going to have to wear something of thom's, don't you—"

"okay, bren chill out," thomas grabbed his shoulder with his free hand, the other still attached to you. "take a breath, now's not the time to get riled up, alright?"

brendan looked at him then you before going back to setting up dinner. "just be quick, we're almost done here."

without another word, thomas led you up to his bedroom. his touch was gentle, so careful that it made you feel fuzzy. your stomach fluttered as you looked down at your clasped hands.

his bedroom was simple, unlike you would have imagined. well, you hadn't really ever imagined it but if you had, this wasn't what it would have looked like. there was almost zero essence of personality within the four walls claiming to be his, but you assumed it was because he was still getting settled in his new home.

"do you wanna sit?" he asked, letting go of you to hand you the hoodie that was on his bed. hesitantly, you grabbed it between your fingers.

"aren't we just going back down?" you asked quietly, looking down at the item in your hands.

"well i thought," he let out a breath. "i thought maybe we could just chill up here for a minute. i need a breath, you know? and i thought maybe you would too."

"oh," was all you were able to say. your eyes met his, emotionless as you felt dazed for a couple moments.

you didn't make a sound as you walked past him and to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on the soft mattress. you held back a gasp at how bouncy and fluffy it was, simply smiling to yourself instead before placing the tide pen down.

thomas, relieved you made yourself comfortable, used the moment to grab a shirt. you turned at the worst second, watching as the muscles of his back flexed while he pulled the shirt onto his body. your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as you quickly looked away and decided to pull his hoodie over your head to distract you. it was too late. the image of the grooves on his back would be fixed in your mind for god knows how long.

the marks on his body intrigued you more than anything else. somehow you hadn't noticed them the last time you saw him, but they weren't fresh. you didn't remember hearing anyone talk about them either. they were probably just from hockey so that might have been why no one was concerned—that was what you told yourself so you wouldn't get in over your head with all the endless possibilities.

you shoved your arms into the hoodie as your head got trapped in the fabric and a pungent scent hit your nose, causing you to make a sound. you quickly brought your head up and took a deep breath while wiping your hair away from your face. you nearly gagged.

"what the heck?!" you exclaimed, every ounce of anxiety or nerves from before completely washing away. "what's that smell?"

you sniffed as thomas walked up to you, his face turning pale. his heart sunk to his stomach while you missed the expression in his eyes, trying to identify the scent. it was then that he realized that he'd given you his hoodie from earlier, when he'd been smoking outside.

"is that.. smoke?" you finally looked at him and noticed his agony. "you smoke?"

"look, i-i know it's gross and i know it's bad but," he fumbled with his words. "please don't tell anyone. i only do it sometimes, when i'm stressed or anxious or, i don't know. sometimes i just need it and i can't stop myself, i—"

"thomas, it's okay," you cut him off, standing up as he ran his hands over his face with a bitter chuckle.

"no, it's not. it's really not," he shook his head. "and don't tell me it is because you're going to go down there and tell them, and i've been trying my best to hide this from everyone for so long—"

"you're rambling, stop," you stopped him again, boldly placing your hands on his neck.

he was forced to look at you as you tilted his head, your thumbs running soft circles along his jawline to calm him down. his eyes softened and he found himself at a loss for words for the second time that night.

how he left himself go like that, he didn't know, and quite frankly he was embarrassed. guilty, even, for speaking like that to you. and your delicate touch only made him feel worse.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, unable to say anything else.

"hey, it's okay. i didn't say anything bad, did i?"

he shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. he looked down at his feet and closed his eyes, wondering how he got himself in this mess. how he was here, with you, and you were the one trying to console him when he knew it should be the other way around.

"i won't tell anyone if you don't want them to know, okay? it's not my place or my business to tell them. i'm sorry that i scared you but i promise your secret's safe with me," you spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

"i just," he glanced up at the ceiling, foot tapping with anxiety. "it's embarrassing, you know?"

"it's not. i mean, yeah, it isn't the most healthy habit but it's nothing to be so ashamed of. you're okay, i promise."

his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded again, holding back a frown when your hands fell from his skin.

"and um, i'm sorry about.. about slamming my door in your face," you apologized sheepishly, thinking he might find it humorous. he did, which was a good sign as he smiled, a real chuckle leaving his lips this time.

"didn't take it to heart," he told you. "and thank you for.. for dealing with whatever just happened to me. i— i don't know how i let that happen but.."

"you don't need to explain yourself," you shook your head. "and you don't need to thank me, either. i'll always be here for anything you need."

"thanks," he replied in thought. how brendan raised such a sweet daughter, he'd never know. "and i'll always be here for you, that's a promise."

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[bordeleaubeau]

drunk words, sober thoughts - t. bordeleau

summary: reader is friends with bords & the hockey boys and ends up alone at a party. cue thomas bordeleau to the rescue:)

tw: slight innuendo of potenial sa, grimy frat boy included but only for a short bit, slight mentions of him afterwards as well ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

y/n:) : i don’t wana be here anmyore birds

y/n:) : matty saidhe was gnna be here but i cantfind him and hes not answring

y/n:) : bird

y/n:) : bird

y/n:) : fucl bords

bords: y/n, what’s wrong? what’s going on

y/n:) : dpmtwanna behere

bords: where are you?

y/n:) : pike?tke?idunno

y/n:) : gonnawalk bak

bords: no the fuck you aren’t. stay put, share your location with me, and i’ll be there in five minutes.

somehow, in the span of the world spinning and your eyes fluttering closed, you manage to click the “share location” button on your conversation thread with thomas. your stumbling figure makes its way out of the bathroom where you had hidden yourself for the past ten minutes after nearly everything had gone to shit.

your friends and you had always established a “never leave anyone alone” pact early on in your friendships when you started to go out. but, taylor had finally caught the eye of the boy she had been pinning after for weeks, hannah had been dragged by her boyfriend to play a game of pong two hours ago and you had yet to see her since, and maggie had been pulled away by another group of people, leaving you to fend all by yourself.

normally, you’d find someone you knew - being friends with a decent portion of the hockey team had given you a sense of popularity you didn’t think was possible. you had met dozens of people from your nights out and even around campus in general. you normally would also find some of the hockey boys and attach to their group for the time being - more specifically thomas - but, having played a game only a couple hours prior, most of the boys had opted to tune in for the night instead of going out.

matty might be lingering around somewhere in the frat house, but he was nowhere to be seen.

and besides, he wasn’t thomas.

to say the relationship between you and thomas wasn’t complicated would be a lie. it was the most complicated situation one could find themselves in - you felt like it was clear how you felt about him, but he had never acted on any potential feelings that might be there. granted, you also didn’t act on any feelings, but you didn’t want to get turned down and embarrassed from a boy that could get any girl that he wanted.

you stumble down the hallway, passing by dozens of people that you may or may not know, that may or may not be trying to talk to you. the tears start to blur your eyes, and before you know it you’re sitting on the steps of the front porch of the house waiting for thomas to arrive. your head subconsciously leans against the pillar to your left, and you find yourself checking your phone every two seconds to see if thomas had texted you back.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?” you hear a voice, and before you can turn your head to look at who the voice belonged to, your own voice acts before your mind.

“matty?” you ask, turning to look at the stranger, who in fact, was not matthew. “you’re not matty.” 

the blonde boy chuckles, “matty? who are you looking for, gorgeous? i’ll help you find them. i know people.”

“matty beniers, hockey team matty. he-he’s supposed to be here, and, and i can’t find him.” you gaze up at the boy, a pathetic look on your face, almost accepting defeat. “but, thomas will be here soon and thomas is gonna take me home.”

the boy purses his lips, a glint in his eye. “matty beniers? matty b? pretty sure i saw him upstairs in the house, here, cmon.” he reaches his free hand that wasn’t holding a beer out for you to take. 

you’re hesitant. you pause for a second, before you reach your hand out and place it in his. the boy smirks, closing his hand around yours and pulling you up from your spot on the step. you stumble into him as he leads you towards the front of the house, your entire body feeling heavy and defeated.

“y/n. y/n!”

your heart flutters at the familiar voice, and you halt your steps to turn around. sure enough, in all his glory thomas is making his way up the stone path to the house. “thomas.” your strained voice manages to cause a tear in his heart. 

“where do you think you’re going? let’s go, y/n. ‘m taking you back home.” he comes up the few steps until he’s standing right next to you, and he reaches his hand out for you. but not before shooting daggers at the boy on the other side of you. “sorry, and you are?”

“tyler, a friend of y/n’s, gonna take her to see another one of her friends. come on.” tyler pulls on your hand to try and lure you back into the house. 

you send thomas a pleading look, your heart starting to pound in your chest, now realizing the situation you had gotten yourself into.

“that’s funny, i know all of y/n’s friends and there’s not a single tyler in there. nice try, buddy. she’s coming with me whether you like it or not. next time, don’t take advantage of a drunk girl.” thomas manages to pull your other hand away from the boy, and instantly, he’s pulling you in the direction of his parked car. “god, what were you thinking, y/n? going off with a guy you don’t even know? do you know how bad that could’ve ended if i didn’t show up just now?”

despite his ranting, he still opens up the passenger seat of his car for you to slip in. you sit there quietly until he walks to his side of the car. he’s flustered and frustrated, and when he’s sitting, his tattooed arm reaches into the backseat. “here, this is for you, to cover up.” he mumbles, handing you the cloth.

“thank you,” you mutter, slipping your arms into the fabric and pulling it over your head, no longer caring about how it’ll mess up your hair if you arent careful enough. thomas is silent, not even putting the radio on for the short ride back. it isn’t until you finally start paying attention to where he’s driving that you realize he isn’t driving in the direction of your house. “bords, my house is that way.” you point, hand flailing to the right. “wrong way.”

he shakes his head. “no, you’re coming to our place tonight. i don’t want you alone when you’re like this.” 

“alright.” your voice is small, and you sink back into your seat, silent for the remainder of the drive. your arms are crossed over your chest in an attempt to make yourself as small as you possibly can.

when you finally arrive to the unofficial hockey house the boys were renting, thomas walks around to the passenger’s side. he holds his arm out for you to take, and you gladly do, wrapping both of your arms around his one and holding it to your chest.

“are you alright?” thomas mumbles, and you just nod your head against his arm to confirm. “i’ve got you. you’re alright.”

he helps you up the few steps and he pushes open the front door. “back so soon, bords?” you let out a gasp, letting go of thomas’ arm and letting out a happy giggle.

“matty!” you exclaim, grinning at the brunette boy whos sat on the couch alongside owen, kj, and brendan. “hi guys. matty, i was looking for you!”

matt forces a frown, “sorry, y/n/n, i ended up not going out and my phone’s upstairs charging. i would’ve told you, but we’re engrossed in stepbrothers.”

your eyebrows furrow, and your arms cross over your chest. “no, you were at pike - tke, i dunno where i was, but a boy was gonna bring me to you. you were there.”

brendan looks between you, thomas, and matthew. “oh, she is fucked.” he says, eyes on thomas, who’s visibly stressed with his hand running down his face.

“yeah, i’m aware.” thomas mumbles. “y/n, come on. i’m taking you upstairs, you gotta get some rest. you gotta sleep this off, or you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning.”

“goodnight, boys. sorry bordy is being a party pooper.” you pout, starting the trek up the stairs towards thomas’ bedroom. thom places his hand firmly on your waist to keep you upright, helping you up the entirety of the stairs. “‘m sorry, thomas. i didn’t realize you guys were watching a movie. i didn’t know it was boys night, ‘m sorry.”

thomas lets out a breath, opening the door to his room and letting you walk through the entrance. he follows shortly behind you, “y/n, don’t worry about it. again, i’m glad i was there.” he turns to his closet. “sit on my bed, i’ll grab you sweatpants to change into, so you can get out of those.” he gestures towards your faux-leather clad legs that you cross under your body when you sit down on his made bed. 

you’re silent for a few beats, and thomas tosses a pair of sweatpants in your direction. “you change. i’m gonna go grab you gatorade, water and advil. i’ll be right back up.”

he doesn’t wait for your response before he heads out of the room and back down the steps, just to be greeted with the boys you had just been speaking to.

“what the hell happened to her tonight?” owen asks, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. “like, seriously, bords. she’s not alright. y/n doesn’t just leave with random guys she doesn’t know.”

thomas drags his hand down his face, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a few waters. “i’ve got zero clue. she thought matty was at the party, some guy must’ve found her outside and she told him she was looking for him. needless to say, if i hadn’t gotten there at this time, it probably wasn’t gonna end well.”

“we can take shifts, if you want. i know she can get to be a lot to handle when she’s drunk,” matty speaks up, and quickly thomas shakes his head. 

“nah, i got this. i’ve got her in my bed, she’ll pass out in no time if she won’t be asleep by the time i get back up there. she’s just rambly right now.” he shoves the bottle of advil into his joggers pocket, three waters in one hand and two gatorades in another. “wish me luck, boys.” 

thomas disappears back up the steps and into his room again, where now you’re full changed into thomas’ clothes and half under his comforter, waiting for his arrival. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone after texting your friends where you had ended up, and when thomas walks in your head snaps up. “hi.”

“hey,” thomas responds, setting the gatorades down on his nightstand and two of the waters. he cracks open the third and hands it to you, then opens the bottle of pain killers and hands two to you as well. “take that. chug that.”

“thank you.” you say quietly, taking the medicine and starting to drink the water. his gaze is on you, on your suddenly innocent frame sitting up in his bed. you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before looking up and meeting his gaze. “bords? will you help me put my hair up, please?” 

he clears his throat. “yeah, yeah of course. do you have a hair tie?” 

you hold out your arm to allow thomas to pull off your hair tie, which he does. you hunch over, leaning your head over to allow the boy to gather your hair. he gently does, fingers raking through your hair a few times, more in an attempt to soothe you rather than to help put your hair up, but eventually he does gather all of your hair and puts it into a loose messy bun.

“thank you, thomas. i really appreciate you.” you whisper, lifting your head to look at the boy. he moves to sit on the edge of the bed right by your legs. “like, a lot. i dunno what i would do without you.”

thomas lets a small smile grace his face. “i care about you, y/n. i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. you’re like, my best friend.”

“that’s why i like you.”

the words fly out of your mouth before your intoxicated mind can try and reel you back in, and your confession has thomas’ eyes widening. “what did you just say?”

“that i, that i," your words suddenly get caught in your throat, and the tears that had subsided earlier are finding their way back into your eyes. "you don't like me back."

"y/n, i, i never said that. fuck, you need to go to sleep, please. the sooner you go to sleep the sooner you'll wake up feeling better, alright?" his concerned gaze meets yours and you find yourself nodding.

you situate yourself under the comforter, thomas' scent surrounding you, and thomas helps to tuck you in. "goodnight, thomas," you murmur, turning so you're facing the wall instead of in his direction. thomas frowns.

"goodnight, y/n. i'll be downstairs for a little, text or call me if you need me and i'll be right up."

when you don't answer, thomas peeks around, and sure enough you're already fast asleep. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and he's dipping out of his room and back down into the living room where all of his friends were waiting for him.

"you haven't had to clean up puke, right? cause, you look like you're gonna throw up." kj asks, moving over on the couch so thomas can sit down with the group.

"you look like you just saw a ghost."

"y/n just told me she likes me." thomas confesses, leaning his elbow on the arm of the couch, gaze locked on the once again paused tv screen.

brendan chuckles from the loveseat, setting his phone down beside him. "damn, it's about time. we've been talking about this forever. she's been hooked on you since the moment you two met, it's painfully obvious."

"and painfully obvious that you're into her too." matty interjects. the statement makes thomas purse his lips. "are you gonna argue with me, bords?"

thomas sighs. there was no getting out of this situation, and if he were to go upstairs he would just be on the floor. so, this was the better option. "nah. i do like her, a lot. she's just one of my best friends, i don't wanna ruin that. what if things aren't the same if we start dating? what if we break up? then what? it's not worth it to lose her entirely."

"you're already thinking about the potential of a breakup? bords, come on. not once have you been this into a girl before. something tells me it wouldn't be a short lived thing." brendan tries to reason with his best friend. "the second she was texting you, you were already grabbing your keys. you both take care of each other, she takes care of you, whether that's drinking, or after a game, a bad day, she takes care of you. you make sure she's okay, all the time. you make sure she's eating, you see her every day, she sleeps over. you care about her more than you mean to let on, thomas. you're head over heels for this girl, just admit it."

the next morning, you awake with a small groan escaping your lips. you roll over, pulling the comforter away from your head. you squint your eyes, the sun coming in through the curtains a bit too bright for your hungover state.

there's a folded blanket sitting on thomas' desk chair and a pillow, and you make a mental note to scold him for sleeping on the floor. he didn't have to let you sleep in his bed, yet he did. you swing your legs over the side of the bed, prepping yourself to stand up.

and that's when the wave of nausea hits.

"fuck." you mumble, stumbling to your feet and making your way towards the bathroom in the hallway. luckily, you go unseen by any of the hockey boys. as soon as you can, your shutting the door and sitting in front of the toilet.

"bordy," brendan sings from the living room to thomas, who was busy making breakfast for the bunch. "your sleeping beauty is awake. might wanna go check on her, sounded like she went into the bathroom."

thomas' attention is completely diverted from his original task. "yeah, will you take this over for me then?"

brendan immediately gets up and grabs the spatula from thomas' hand, while thomas starts up the stairs towards the bathroom. he knocks lightly before stepping in, and immediately he internally cringes at the sight of your head hanging over the toilet bowl, emptying any contents in your stomach from the night before.

"it's just me," thomas mumbles, settling down behind you and gathering the hair that had fallen out of your bun from sleeping. he mimics his motions from last night, fingers running through your hair while simultaneously keeping it out of your face. when you stop throwing up, you lean your arm across the bowl and rest your head on it.

"you don't have to stay in here, thomas," you mumble. "i'm fine."

he doesn't stop running his fingers through your hair. "i'm staying right here, y/n/n. how many times did you puke?"

"just twice."

there's a silence between the two of you for a brief moment, and thomas argues with himself in his head. until finally, he bites the bullet. "you told me you liked me last night." his voice is quiet.

not that your body was moving anyway, but your body freezes at his words. you swallow hard. "i'm gonna be sick again." and again, you find yourself throwing up to the point you're just dry heaving.

"y/n," thomas soothes, "you're okay, i promise you. here. cmere." he gently pulls you back, so your back is pressed to his chest. "you're okay."

"but i-" you cut yourself off, letting your head fall back against his shoulders, and you let your eyes shut. "can we just forget last night happened, please?"

"what if i don't want to?" he asks, causing you to pick your head up and look at him. "what if i wanna make this work?"

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau fic #brendan brisson #owen power #matty beniers #luke hughes #kent johnson #umich #umich hockey #umich hockey fic #nhl #hockey #san jose sharks #nhl fic #hockey fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

[delreywrld]

SUMMERTIME SADNESS

“I got that summertime, summertime sadness”

Blake Wilson was a party girl... But right now, she wasn’t in the mood to party. But since it was one of her best friends' birthday, she had to suck it up.

  "Fuck," Blake sighed, looking up at the mansion where the party was. The party was happening right now. You could hear the music booming across the state of California.

"Look, I know you don’t want to go in here, because of you and Bodhi breaking up." But suck it up, because he was a shitty boyfriend and you deserve to have fun, "Blake’s best friend and roommate, Maci, said. "You don’t deserve to sit in your room mopping over that motherfucker."

"I know, it just..." Blake paused and took a deep breath. "I feel like too soon, because I know he is going to be here." Blake stated, with a sad tone. She let her head slide down into her palms. She let her head hit the steering wheel.

  "And? If he is here, What are you going to do? "Nothing... because" Maci was cut short of her sentence. due to the fact that Blake hit the car horn.

The people who where ether hanging out on the front porch, or walking up to enter the party. Look at the girls in car with odd faces.

“shit” Blake mumbles 

  "Well, now that they know we're here, we have no choice but to go in," Maci grinned. Maci opened up her door and pulled you out of your seat. "Come on, we won’t stay long."

Blake had been there for about an hour. She was already done with everything. She has talked to people, played beer pong after being pressured by maci. Luckily she had no seen or heard that her ex was anywhere at this party.

She had yet to talk to Josh, she tried to find him as soon as she got here. But failed and gave up after a few minutes.

She leaned father in to the couch, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on her hand. Falling into her own world she was snapped back into the real world by familiar voice.

“BLAKEY” Josh’s voice rang out.

“ josh, hey. I was looking for you” the girl stood up and pulled the boy into a hug. “happy birthday” she said sweetly. “ thank you, I was looking for your to earlier but it crazy right now” he said laughing.

“ oh you found each other” maci popped up out of no where. “ hey mace” Josh said looking at the blonde girl. “looking gorgeous as always”

Maci blushes Turing her head to hide the redness that appeared on her cheeks. “Aye I want you to meet some people” Josh said pulling me and Maci outside towards the pool.

“ I want to go meet them because they be around a lot this summer” he says happily.

“ BRISS, BORDS” Josh yelled out walking towards to boy who where chatting with each other with beer in their hand.

“the is Blake Wilson, and Maci Lewis” Josh introduced us to them. “Blake, Maci… this is Briss and Bords.

Blake already knew who briss was, because Josh coached him last year for some championship thing. “ oh yeah, I remember Blake. It good to see you again.” He said engulfing her in hugs.

“good to see you again, bren” she says when he lets go.

Blake eyes turned towards the boy known as “bords”. She locked eyes with the boy. And it felt like heart heart stopped.

His eyes, “omg his eyes” she thought to here self. She continued to look at the guys features. The way his shirt was loose on his body but a little tit on his arms showing off his full arm sleeve. Had her rolling.

The way his chain peek out underneath the button up shirt, holy shit.

She felt small jab, she turn to Maci and looked at here. Maci gave her “the stop drooling look”. Snapping out of her trance with the boy. She look at boy again reaching out her hand to say hi. This time he was staring at me.

“hi, I’m Blake” she smiles, “yeah, I know my sister loves your vlogs” he replied. “that wonderful, what her name?” Blake asks “Jade”.

“And your name is?” she asks. “Thomas, Thomas Bordeleau” they shook hands. “or bords, is fine.” “That what my teammates call me”

“Teammates?“ Blake question. Thomas goes to speak but is cut off by Josh.

“ Tommy here play for the San Jose sharks, you’re from San Jose right?”

“Holy shit, that so cool” Blake says with bright eyes. “Yeah I was born & raised there but moved to LA when I was 16.”

“so how long are you guys here for?” Maci Asks which is code for “how much time do have to try and fuck you”

Blake looks at the girl and rolls here eyes.

Brendan speaks up “we are her until the season starts, we are staying with Josh.” Maci ears perk up “oh that’s great, we probably see you a lot then”

The entire time this conversation was happening, Blake felt eyes on her, The girl looks up to see who was staring at her. And she is meet with Thomas’s brown eyes. He quickly looks away.

Blake focus her eyes to door opening, and in walk Bodhi Harris… but not alone. He walks in with beautiful blonde chick who looks like super model.

Thomas turns back to look at Blake, noticing she was staring off in behind him. He turns around to see the guys and girl she was looking at.

He turn back around, and looks at Blake. She looks as if the breath was knocked out of her, and there were tears brimming her eye.

“ I-, I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you guys want anything” she stutters.

course of no’s, and no thank you were all that was heard.

“Alright, I’ll be right back” she said before running off.

All Thomas could think was who is this guy. And why did Blake run away so fast when she saw him. Is she alright?

NOT PROOF READ

HI GUYS

Sorry it took so long to write this and get this posted.

But anyway I’ll try to post more.

Please I’m horrible writer, and this is my first fanfic.

Love ya

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[hughesies]

torn, thomas bordeleau

*not my gif. full credits to proper owner*

warnings: angst

description: you weren’t often able to attend thomas’ game due to going to different schools but the one time you did, you saw something that tore your heart.

more:* again this not best writing but hope you like it:)

you and thomas began dating mid year of 11th grade. you both loved each other so much. everyone saw how you both looked at each other like you hung the moon. you guys would talk about your futures together, married, a family. you couldn’t live without each other.

you had gotten a full ride scholarship for volleyball at ucla while thomas had gotten an offer to play for the michigan. it broke your heart that you and thomas would no longer be with each other as much but decided to do long distance. you both talked over facetime and saw each other at least once every two months. you two have tried to attend each others games but playing sports and school made it hard.

you had one free weekend and wanted to surprise thomas at umich home game. the whole flight to michigan you were nervous to finally see him. you put on your one of many bordeleau jerseys that hung in your closet and went to the game.

as they began to skate on ice, you spotted thomas except he was looking into the crowd but couldn’t exactly pin point where.

the game had ended, resulting in a 4-3 ot win over minnesota. thomas had one goal and an assist. you headed toward the locker rooms to congratulate thomas but as you got closer, you saw thomas talking to this girl. they were getting to close for your liking until she kissed him and he kissed back.

in that instant you felt your heart explode. you never thought thomas would do something like this. tears began to build up in your eyes as you walked towards them more. that’s when brendan eyes widened at the sight of you and quickly tapped thomas, making him look up. brendan said something causing thomas to turn around and his eyes met your glossy ones. the expression on thomas’ face dropped, his body filled with guilt. he couldn’t believe you were there. he rushed over to you.

you shook your head in disbelief, “you know, i never thought you could be this low, thomas.” you could hear the clear hurt in your tone.

“y/n, i didn’t know you were going to be here-”

“so if i wasn’t here i just would have not known?” thomas opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he didn’t know what to say.

you scoffed and took off his jersey and shoved it into his arms, as the tears that were building up finally fell. you looked around to see the group of hockey boys and their girlfriends silent, looking at the scene in front of them. they all had looks of pity in their eyes.

“fuck, y/n, im so sorry i don’t know why i did it- please dont leave.” you walked away from him and everyone but he was quick to grab a hold of your wrist and try to explain over again.

“i’ll give you your things back as soon as possible.” you pulled out of his grip and left the arena. tears continuously falling down your cheeks as you entered the cold winter air. you didn’t know what to do. you felt like your heart had just been torn into shreds.

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[blanksbae]

Love in Aisle 23

Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine (I wrote it at like midnight and gave it a review this morning). I’ve been stuck in my soft, fluffy feels lately. Totally fiction…you know the drill/rules regarding that. 

Don’t ask about the title- I was drawing a blank, haha

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You had severely underestimated the amount of food you needed for the party. How these boys could eat so much was beyond you. You found yourself going to the store; Thomas had insisted on going with you. 

“Thanks. You didn’t have to come.” You said. “You could have stayed with the boys.”

“I didn’t want to.” He said, cheeks flushing a little. “I need to be away from them sometimes,” he admitted, “and I wanted to spend a little time with you outside of just hanging out with the boys.”

“All you have to do is ask.” It was your turn to blush. You had developed a crush on Thomas the first time he’d walked into the English class you both shared, and you’d met up at one of the hockey parties (the one where Blanks had gone into overprotective dad mode and sent you to his room early in the night, after you’d tripped over your feet after two drinks. You had actually done it cause you were staring at Thomas, but you let Nick have his moment. The next morning, when you came downstairs, Nick had sat you down and had a very serious discussion about what was on- and off-limits.) but you’d been too shy to make your move. Thomas had been too. 

But here in the produce aisle at 9 PM on a random Wednesday, everything changed. “Um, would you like to come out with me after the game Friday night? Not with the boys, just you and me?” Thomas rubbed his neck and blushed as red as the tomato you were holding.

“Sure. Yeah, that would be fun.” You said, flushing red as well. “Should I wear anything special?”

“Jeans are fine.” He paused. “Would you wear my jersey?”

“Yes.” You could feel your face flaming as well. “I’d love to.”

“Alright. Let’s go. The boys are probably wondering what’s taking so long.”

“Oh, come on, you and I both know they’re engrossed in Chel or passed out on a couch or bed somewhere.” You chuckled.

“That’s why we need you. You keep us in line and take care of us.” Thomas said, placing a couple cases of Gatorade and water into the cart. 

You grinned. “I do. I like taking care of you guys too.” You loaded everything into the car and got home, where true to form, almost all of the boys were sound asleep; Matty and Truss were the only two awake.

“Did you guys figure it out?” Matty asked. You softly chuckled as Thomas flipped Matty off, and Truss said, “I think that’s a yes.” You made your way into the kitchen to put everything away. Thomas went to sit by Matty and Truss.

“We like her. Don’t run her off or hurt her.” Truss said.

“That’s not in the plan.” Thomas said. “I like her too. A lot.”

“We’re glad you made your move.” Matty said as you came into the living room. Truss got up so you could sit next to Thomas. “We’re going to bed. Don’t stay up too late kids.” Matty said.

“We won’t. I’ll send him to bed at a decent time.” You chuckled.

“Yeah.” Thomas agreed. “She’ll take care of me.”

After Truss and Matty left, you leaned into Thomas’ side for a minute. “You should go to bed too. We have class in the morning, and you have practice.”

“Will you stay?” He asked.

“Sure. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You said.

“No, take my bed. I insist.”

“Thomas, I can’t make you sleep on the couch. I can’t sleep in your bed.”

“Y/N, please. I insist. There’s a lock on the door. That way you can have some privacy and not have a house full of hockey boys staring at you when you first wake up.”

Dammit, he had a point there. “Fine. But I’m making you all breakfast in the morning.”

“Please.” He kissed the side of your head. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

In the morning, you were over the stove making breakfast when Matty came downstairs, chuckling as he saw Thomas sleeping on the couch. “Good morning. Banished him to the couch already?” He chuckled.

“No.” You turned around. “He wouldn’t let me sleep on the couch and told me to sleep in his room.”

“That’s Bords for you.” Matty grinned. “He likes you. Don’t break his heart, ok?”

“I’m not going to if I can help it.” You said. “I like him a lot too.” 

Thomas woke up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. He walked in to find you at the stove. He placed a kiss to the back of your neck as he slid his arms around you. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” You said. You would have been embarrassed by the affection, but it felt nice. “We have class in an hour.”

“Will you walk with me to class?”

“Yes.” You said. “Go tell the rest of the boys breakfast is ready.”

“Yes dear.” He chuckled, laughing as your cheeks turned pink.

“Don’t.” You pointed your finger at Matty., who was laughing and opening his mouth to speak.

“I won’t. It’s nice to see this side of him again.”

“Yeah.” You had been there in the post-breakup phase, and you never wanted to see him like that again.

After breakfast and getting all the dishes in the dishwasher, you went and took a quick shower and then you were on your way to class, wearing one of Thomas’ sweatshirts to hide the fact you were wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

*

It was game night, and you were a little nervous. Sure, you’d attended games before, but never wearing Thomas’ jersey. You knew the girls were going to talk, but let them. You were the one he wanted, not them. He hit into the glass in front of you and smiled; you smiled back.

They had won in overtime, and when he bowed out of the celebration, the boys looked at him. You came up at that time and he pulled you into his side for a hug. 

“You can go celebrate with the boys. We can do our date later.” You said.

“No.” Thomas said. “I want to go out with you. Just you.” He said, leaning in, “I’ve been looking forward to it ever since you said yes.” He whispered in your ear. “Boys, have a good time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They all cheered (they loved you) and let you guys out without too much ribbing. You let Thomas grab your hand as you walked to the little diner on the outskirts of campus. “Good game.”

“Thanks.”

Dinner was nice, and he walked you back to your dorm. “Can we do this again?” He asked as he stood on your porch as you got out your house key.

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.” You grinned, kissing him goodnight on the cheek. “Goodnight Thomas.”

“Night, y/n.”

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[matthewkniesys]

Brendan Brisson's Best Friend- Thomas Bordeleau Pt.2

a/n: okay, hey guys I'm back!! I think I might be more excited for this than pt.1. So I know I said I was probably gonna do a happy ending but kinda got caught up writing angst so... this has turned into a 3 part series. I'm so thankful for all the love and support on pt.1. As always feedback is welcome here!! Please send it in i want to here it. Also if you want to read pt.1 here it is...

Brendan Brisson's Best Friend pt.1

Summary: In the aftermath of Brendan catching you and Thomas what happens? Will your story get a happy ending or not?

24 hours. It's been 24 hours since Brendan walked away from you and you walked away from your boyfriend,Thomas. Honestly you weren't quite sure why you just walked away from Thomas. Maybe in that moment a little part of you blamed it fully on Thomas for what happened with Brendan even though you knew it was as much your fault as it was his. In the end it was probably that you were in shock and didn't know what to do so you had to be alone for a little while. You hadn't done anything but cry and think and eat chocolate ice cream because what else was good if you didn't eat ice cream. 

You had decided in the morning after what would undoubtedly be a very long night of crying you would call Thomas. Nervous didn't even start to describe how that thought made you feel. What if Thomas was mad at you? What if he never wanted to see you again? But even though you think of those things there's a little voice in the back of your mind telling you how much Thomas loves you and that he's probably more sad than anything. For now you have to try and sleep so you're not a full out zombie tomorrow.

In the end you did fall asleep. It took you 2 hours of crying but you eventually did and that's what matters. When you wake up in the morning you feel energized and ready to deal with the day ahead of you (whatever that means). 

You laze around in bed for 10 minutes then get up to shower and make breakfast. You sit down at the island in your kitchen and pick up your phone. Taking a deep breath you find Thomas in your contacts which isn't hard since he's at the top of your favorites list. It rings once, twice, three times and then after what feels like an eternity you hear Thomas's voice.

"Y/n" Thomas exclaims frantically. 

"Thomas I'm so sorry" you tell him quietly.

"Why would you be sorry babe? It's okay that I still call you that, right?" he questions you. 

"Firstly Thomas, we are not broken up so of course it's okay. Secondly, I just left you standing there all by yourself and I took your fucking car so I feel like I have the right to apologize . That's not okay." you say. 

"Y/n" Thomas says fiercely " your best friend just screamed at you I don't blame you at all".

"Well,you should, plus he's your best friend too" you smirk knowing you're right.

"Can I uh maybe come over instead of us talking on the phone? I can grab my car and we can talk about Brendan." He asks you.

"Sure, but I could come to you instead since you know I've kinda got your car" you tell Thomas.

"Ok see you in 25, but what does I've kinda got your car mean? How do you only sort of have my car? Did you get into a crash?" He teases you. 

"Thomas you are fucking insufferable" and with that you hang up.

Rolling your eyes you grab your car keys, pull on your sneakers and leave your apartment. Once you get in the car you put on your playlist because your phone's Bluetooth connects automatically to Thom's car since you're always driving around with him. The drive really is not that long but because you want to see your boyfriend so badly it feels like a million years.

When you get there you go straight up to Thom's apartment. You could make it there with your eyes closed, it's so natural since you spend so much time at Thomas's place. 

You knock and Thomas immediately opens the door. He pulls you inside and hugs you as tight as possible. He leans down and gives you a sweet kiss, softer than any of the ones you had ever shared before. 

"I love you" he mumbles against your lips "I never want to be apart for that long ever again. I missed you too much!". 

"Thomas it was literally 36 hours" you joke.

"I don't even want to hear it y/n. I know you missed me".

"Fine, I did miss you" you tell your boyfriend who looks extremely hot in his hoodie and shorts that are definitely too short. "And I love you too".

"How are you doing?" Thomas asks.

"I'm not gonna lie to you babe. I've definitely been better. I cried a lot these last two nights but I've also been worse so…". As soon as you tell your boyfriend this information he gets a worried look in his eyes.

"Y/n I need you to listen to me." Thomas looks into your eyes and rests his forehead against yours.. You look right back at him and nod your head.

"You don't need to worry, okay? In the end everything will work out but whether or not Brendan is going to be in my life or yours is still something to be decided. No matter what, I'll be here for you if you need me." 

You can feel the first few warm tears rolling down your cheeks and quickly it turns into a full on cry. 

"Why are you crying baby?" Thomas mutters into your hair, holding you close. You try to answer but just end up in a hiccup and you bury your head even farther into your boyfriend's hoodie. 

Once you've calmed down you say quietly " I don't really know why I'm crying Thom. I guess it's because you're just the most amazing boyfriend and I'm really scared of losing Brendan".

"Babe, what happens with Bren is out of our control at this point. It's up to him what he decides to do. We just have to wait it out".

"Thom I know it's just hard" you say feeling like screaming. 

"We could just shoot him a quick text I guess" Suggests Thomas "I can't promise he'll respond but one text can't hurt".

"But he said he didn't want us to call or text him," you remind Thomas.

"Y/n it's totally up to you if you want to we can text him, if you don't 

we don't have to. I'll even do it from my phone for you" Thomas says being the amazing boyfriend he is.

"Okay, let's do it". You give Thomas a weak smile and he picks up his cellphone.

"Tell me what to say and I'll type it okay?" Says Thomas. You nod your head in reply.

"Okay" you tell Thomas what to write and after about 20 minutes and 500 drafts you guys finally get the perfect text.

"Here, I'll read it out loud" Thomas clears his throat and starts " Hey Brendan it's me and y/n. We know you asked us not to call or text you but we couldn't help it. If you don't respond it's all good and we'll leave you alone. Could you at least consider meeting up with us for coffee or something so we can talk and explain everything. We love you and just want to talk." 

"I think it's good. Now we just have to wait". You let out a sigh and Thomas comes around the table and wraps his arms around you and gives you another soft kiss.

"Let's go watch our show and focus on other things for a bit." The two of you snuggle up on  the couch under underage blanket and you try to focus on the show but your mind is elsewhere. 

After 2 episodes you can't stand it anymore.

"Baby" you whine.

"Hmm" he replies.

"Can we please check" you say in a baby voice.

"I guess so, why not". You grab your boyfriend's phone which had been on mutters off the table with shaking hands.

"Babe, are your hands really shaking?" Thomas laughs.

"Yes, I'm nervous" You say without probably more attitude than necessary. You flip the phone over and open your eyes.

"Well?" Thomas asks.

"He said to meet me at our coffee shop tomorrow at 11:00 am. That's it but that's good right?" You say.

"I think so" says Thom "I mean at least he's willing to see us."

You guys spend the rest of the day just hanging out. You make dinner together which goes surprisingly well since neither of you are really big cooks. You guys watch a movie and then go to bed knowing you have a long day ahead of you.

You wake up to an empty bed and sun streaming through the windows. Thomas didn't think he needed to buy curtains but he also didn't think he would ever use his dish soap and here we are.

You pad down the steps in nothing but one of Thom's oversized t-shirts and your underwear. You find your boyfriend making a protein shake in the kitchen.

"Thomas tomorrow we are going to buy you some fucking curtains or else I'm never sleeping here again" is the first thing you say when you see Thomas who is shirtless and looking very hot.

"Geez, okay okay but not even a good morning?" Thomas teases.

"You don't deserve one because waking up to sun in my eyeballs is not what I call a good morning" you retort, coming up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.

"What time is it Thom?" You mumbled into his back.

"Like 9:30"

"Thomas, you're telling me I only have an hour and a half until I have to see Bren. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" you squeal.

"I don't know. I feel like that's a lot of time" he responds.

"I said it yesterday and I'll say it again today. Thomas fucking Bordeleau you are insufferable".

"Thank you babe. Now go get ready or whatever."

An hour later you're ready to go. You and Thomas get in the car and instead of music on the drive sit in silence, both of you lost in your own world wondering what's gonna happen. You're just hoping for the best and that by the end of today you'll have Brendan back as your best friend. You're jittery with nerves when Thomas pulls up to the coffee shop. 

You open the door and the little bell overhead rings as you step inside, your eyes immediately searching the room for Brendan. You spot him almost instantly sitting at the very corner booth. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you yet because he has his airport in and hasn't looked up. Thomas walks over and you're close behind. You tap on Briss's shoulder and his head immediately jerks up looking very startled.

"Oh uh I didn't see you guys, sorry" Brendan mumbles.

"Hey Bren, how are you?" You ask softly.

"Well, I was better before I learned my 2 besties friends are sleeping together".

"Brendan can you just let us explain please because I promise we aren't sleeping together" Thomas says exasperated.

"I honestly don't really care about your bullshit excuses Thomas and y/n. I just want to know why you didn't tell me" he whispers, since your trio is still in a coffee shop. 

"Okay Brendan, firstly that's not an excuse. Secondly we didn't tell you because I was worried about you reacting like this and it pushing you and Thomas apart" you say all in 1 quick breath. 

"Well I guess you were right, huh. I'm not either of your friends anymore."

"What?" Is all you can say, feeling the beginnings of tears on your cheeks.

"I can't be friends with you guys anymore unless you guys break up. Thomas you knew how in love I am with y/n. I have been since forever" says Brendan and you feel shocked. Now the tears are coming out full force.

" Bren I didn't know you were in love with me." Is all you can say.

"Brendan I know that you love y/n but she loves me and we both love you, we just want to be best friends again. Also I know you know you don't have the right to tell us to break up but I'm gonna leave it up to y/n. If she wants to break up to have you back I'll let her" Thomas rambles.

"Oh Thomas, I love you too much and Brendan I love you too and I just wish you had told me like a year ago cause I liked you then too. I'm sorry but I can't break up with Thomas" you say your voice shaking and tears now streaming down your face.

"Well then you've got your closure from me and that's the end. The seasons over and next year I'll be in Vegas, Bordeleau will be in San Jose and y/n you'll still be in Michigan, so us being friends " he points at the 3 of you "is over. I hope you guys get fucking married and have kids and be happy and shit but I don't want to be a part of any of it.". He gets up and just leaves.

"Brendan don't go" you say with as much strength as possible but he just opens the door and walks out.

You collapse into Thomas's arms and just cry in the middle of the coffee shop. Thomas scoops you up and carries you out to the car. He gets in and places you on his lap. He doesn't drive. He doesn't cry either but he just sits with you stroking your hair and telling you it'll be okay.

Eventually you calm down and move to the passenger seat so Thom can drive. When you pull away from the parking lot you're not only driving away from the coffee shop but also from a piece of your heart, one of your best friends and the boy who's been in love with you forever.

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[cuttergauthier]

Heyyy, could I request Thomas Bordeleau insta fic (totally a okay if you want to write a short thingy than an insta fic <3 ) with him dating a Japanese girly? :) speaking as a Japanese-Aussie girly myself <33 love you take care love <3

(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

I hope you love it<3

I hope this is what you were looking for<3

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Ethan Edwards

Mark Estapa

#trevor zegras #mason mctavish #jeremy swayman #connor bedard #colton dach #cale makar #cole sillinger #adam fantilli #leon draisaitl #mackie samoskevich #cole caufield #luke hughes #jack hughes #jamie drysdale #thomas bordeleau #quinn hughes #brendan brisson #brad lambert #nick moldenhauer #jacob truscott #dylan duke #seamus casey #luca fantilli #ethan edwards #umich blurbs #nhl fic #mark estapa #trevor zegras x reader #mason mctavish x reader #jeremy swayman x reader

[thatsdemko]

ice and spice - t.bordeleau

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requested: y

pairing: thomas bordeleau x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + mentions of oral +not intended for minors!

a/n: this has absolutely zero correlation to my last thomas imagine! I tried to leave out major engrossing details! I also somewhat did not follow the prompt given to me… that’s on me y’all! I don’t really like how this ends and this truly challenged my writing because I’m typically not into smut. my apologies are given if this is not in perfect detail.

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the tweet lit up on your phone that afternoon when you saw Thomas’ name in the congratulatory AHL all star post from the San Jose barracuda’s. without even a thought in your mind you immediately texted Thomas, my place 8pm ;). the adrenaline hit through your body and you immediately started getting ready.

there was no doubt in your mind Thomas would be early. he was always one to take an appetizer before the main meal, which meant the finale had to be much more filling and you had to impress your boyfriend—although all it took was for you to moan his name and dig your nails into his hair and he was pretty much already coming.

thomas entered your apartment early to see candles lit, the blinds drawn, and you eagerly waiting for him sitting on the kitchen table. he’d been impatiently waiting all day for this.

“you hungry?” you smirked crossing your legs at the sight of him taking off his sweatshirt and his shirt lifted up revealing his skin. you couldn’t believe how horny you were already for him.

he came over to you and your legs naturally fell apart and wrapped around his waist locking him in. you felt his hands grab ahold of your ass pulling you closer to him trying to break the space.

“so I made a cake for you, and maybe we could eat it tonight?” you giggled, feeling his cold hands slip down the back of your sweatpants, you could feel his finger tips rubbing circles around your skin. you smirked at his subtle surprise reaction to find you had nothing on underneath.

“there’s a piece of cake I’m dying much more to eat right now.” he growled, eagerly his hands came out from behind and pushed you on to the table causing you to hit your back hard on the wooden table.

you gripped both the sides of the table waiting for Thomas to pull down your pants. you were practically already wet with the amount of agonizing time it was taking him.

“I don’t have all day, thom.” you scoffed, when you suddenly felt his hand grab your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the table where he was already kneeling. his fingers carefully pulled at the seam of your sweatpants and you could feel his warm lips against your thigh. sighing in relief, you grabbed a chunk of his hair playing with it, you felt his tongue move across your thigh making himself comfortable going in to find what he was looking for. he heard you gasp and felt you tug on his hair.

you let out a small moan feeling his fingers inside of you, he was practically toying you right now and you didn’t like it. you just wanted him to go full force and fuck you raw. but this was a night to celebrate thomas, so you had to put your wants and desires aside for him.

“you wanna move this to the bedroom?” he asked, standing up now he carefully picked you up from the table, your legs still wrapped around his waist having never let go.

thomas was gentle this time setting you down on the bed, he removed his clothes leaving you breathless at the sight of him, “fuck me like no tomorrow, pretty girl. I deserve it.” he lay there waiting for you. and you did exactly what was asked.

you moved yourself on top of him, your fingertips just grazing his cock and he let out a small moan. he was itching for just more, he was beyond hard, he felt like he was going to break at any moment.

“you’re gonna kill me with the teasing, aren’t you?” he groaned shifting uncomfortably underneath your small frame that straddled his torso. when he adjusted himself you could feel the bulging of his cock growing underneath you. you were pretty sure he was close.

“you always wanna play fast never slow.” his hands gripped your hips, guiding you to ride him and you followed. hearing the soft whimpers grow louder as you moves with ease allowing him to enter you, watching his eyes close and his head tilt backwards.

“feel good?” you asked, he could barely handle himself, his nails were digging into your the skin at your hips. moving your body down on him your lips touch the tip of his cock and you could feel all the muscles in his body stiffen underneath you. he’s never felt your lips down there and it was a surprise to him when the contact came.

before you could go anywhere your mouth was met with cum. if you could smile you would because you knew he couldn’t take it any longer. the minute your fingertips touched his cock you were sure it was only a matter of time.

he let out a sigh of relief opening his eyes to see you taking every last drop of him, and he could finally relax, “now I want a taste of that cake.”

you chuckled getting on all fours, “anything for you, all star.”

#thomas bordeleau smut #smut #hockey #hockey imagines #thomas bordeleau fic #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau blurb #thomas bordeleau #nhl imagines #nhl smut #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey blurbs #hockey imagine #umich hockey #umich blurbs #umich imagine #san jose sharks #umich hockey imagine

[bbrissonn]

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ

info: this was requested after bordy captioned one of his tiktok “behave” the one posted on 3-15.

summary: being at a party and teasing thomas with briss, so he takes you home to make you behave.

requested: yes | no

disclaimer: this contains smut, most of it is smut actually, read at your own risk. lowercase intended. not proofread.

warnings: smut, read at your own risk, spanking kink, daddy kink, praising kink, spitting kink, couple of swear words i think. that’s all i can think of

pairing: thomas bordeleau x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

important: this is all fictional, all made up from my mind.

taglist: @owenpowpow @mattyybenierss @ethancale @thombords @hugheshugs @hockey-lover-22 @nickblankenburgg

he watched from across the room as you threw your head back, laughing at a joke briss had just made. he knew he shouldn’t be jealous, afterall, his best friend was the one who introduced the two of you to each other. and the one who convinced him to make a move on you. but still, he couldn’t help that little feeling inside of him that wanted to push brendan away from and take you home. but he knew he couldn’t do that, he knew you wouldn’t let him do that.

he was pulled out of his trance by one of the guys, matty, waving his hand in front of his face. 

“bords? earth to bordy!” his roommate said with a laugh as thomas’ eyes finally moved away from you for the first time in almost 5 minutes. instead, they were looking at all of the guys next to him, who all had stupid smile on their faces. 

“huh? what?” 

“dude, you could at least not stare at them for 5 minutes.” nolan spoke from besides him with a laugh, making some of the other guys laugh as well. 

“i wasn’t–” 

“you 100% were, man. if looks could kill, briss would be buried 6 feet under ground right now.” one of them cut him off, making all of the small group laugh as you and brendan walked over to them. you were holding on to briss’ arm, since you had had a little too much to drink and couldn’t properly hold yourself up. 

“tommy! baby, i missed you!” you said in a loud voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso from the back. the boy smiled a bit as briss patted him on the back as a way to say ‘good luck’. he laughed a bit before moving you to his front. 

“weee!” you giggled as he brought you into his chest, the liquid in your cup almost spilling on the ground.

“i think you’ve had enough, y/n.” he said as he tried to grab the cup out of your hand, but you were quick to bring it closer to you. 

“no.” 

“yes.” 

“no.” 

“y/n, give it to me.” he said in a stern voice, all of the boys were watching your interactions, trying to hold back their laughs. 

“why’re you being a party pooper? you should be more like briss, at least he was letting me drink.” you pouted, giving him the cup. you crossed your arms over your chest, making bords’ eyebrows knit together in frustration. he knew you knew how much he hated being compared to his teammates, but in your defense, you were pretty drunk. he placed your cup on a table before grabbing your wrist and pulling towards one of the bathrooms. 

once you were both in the small room, he locked the door and pushed you up against it, his right hand wrapped around your neck. 

“you think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you? saying something like that in front of my friends?” 

“i was saying the truth.” you answered with sass, making him squeeze your neck just the way you liked it. 

“listen here, pretty girl, you better start behaving or else i’m taking you home and we’re gonna have a long night. and trust me, you’ll learn your lesson after.” he whispered in a harsh tone in your ear, making your eyes roll a bit. he knew the effect he had on you. 

“y–you can’t. i’m drunk.” 

“then it’ll be tomorrow night, but i swear to god y/n, you say one other thing like that and i’m taking your ass home.” he said before letting go of your neck and walking out of the room. you stared at yourself in the mirror, his words ringing in your ears. you knew at that moment you had one goal for tonight, well technically two. sober up, and make him take you home. 

when you walked out of the bathroom, you made a beeline for the kitchen, taking a water bottle out of the fridge. at the same moment, brendan walked it. he truly couldn’t had came at the better moment. 

“i need your help.” you said as you stood in front of him. his eyebrows rose, indicating that he was waiting for you to continue. 

“help me make thom jealous.” 

“what do i get in return?” he asked with a smirk, you had a feeling he’d want something in return.

“i’ll pay for your lunch everyday for a week.” 

“deal.” he didn’t think twice before accepting your offer, he held his hand out for you to shake. you had barely touched his hand that he grabbed your wrist and pulled you under his arm. 

“watcha drinking?” 

“water. trying to sober up so he can take me home.” 

“naughty naughty.” he said with a laugh as the two of you walked back into the living room, where the party was mainly at. the two of you stood near your boyfriend, but not too far at the same time. you knew he could see the two of you, and you loved it. bren wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure not to spill any of his drink, as yours wrapped around his neck, you could feel bordy’s eyes staring into the two of you as you started moving your hips. 

“what’s going on over here?” matty asked as he and truss approached the two of you, you looked over at them with a big smile on your face before taking a big sip of water. 

“trying to sober and making thom jealous.” you said, making the two boys shake their heads a bit while letting out a laugh. 

“trust me, y/n, i think he’s been jealous of briss for the past hour.” 

“why?” 

“‘cause you were hanging out with briss instead of him.” truss said in a duh tone, making you roll your eyes a bit. 

“well then he just had to stop being a loser and pay attention to me, this isn’t our first party.” you said and a couple of seconds later you felt a hand rest on your lower back. 

“hands off, brisson.” your boyfriend said from beside you, making you look at him. 

“go away.” 

“no.” 

“you have to go away, thomas, you’re messing up my plan!” you whined, making him smirk a bit, as brendan let go of your frame. 

“you have a shitty plan.” 

“you don’t even know what it is! see this is what i meant when i said you’re a party pooper.” you said with a pout. bords sent a look to the three other boys and the next second they were gone, making you pout even more. 

“we’re leaving.” thomas said as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the house. 

“what? no! we arrived like an hour and a half ago!” 

“i wasn’t asking if you wanted to leave or not, pretty girl.” he mumbled as the two of you walked out of the front door. 

“how sober are you?” he asked once the two of you got in the car and he had started driving. 

“more sober than drunk.” 

“good. now here’s what’s gonna happen, when we get home, you go straight to our room, i’m giving you 2 minutes, and i swear y/n if i see any piece of clothing on you, you’ll be in more trouble.” he said through gritted teeth as he gripped your thigh, making you gulp a bit. 

“yes, sir.” 

“good girl.” 

the rest of the car ride was silent, well besides the low music coming from the radio of the car. bordy’s hand rubbed up and down your thigh the whole way, sometimes going higher than he did before, or lower. once he pulled into the driveway, he stayed in his seat as you quickly got out of the car and ran into the house. quickly making your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, and quickly got ready for him. 

only when he walked into the room 2 minutes later, you were still wearing clothes, now were you wearing his favorite lingerie set? yes. did he care? no, you hadn’t followed his orders and that’s all he cared about. you were sitting at the edge of the bed as he slowly walked towards you, fire in his eyes. he grabbed the bottom of your chin and made you look up with him. 

“why aren’t you naked?” 

“i thought you’d like this…” you trailed off, trying to look down at your lap, only his grip on your chin tighten a bit. 

“i hope you know how much trouble you just put yourself in, princess.” he whispered as he leaned down so your lips were an inch away. he pretended to lean in to kiss you, only he pushed your shoulders down on the bed making you whine. 

“turn around, ass up.” he ordered, making the wetness in between your legs grow. you quickly listened to what he said as he took off his shirt and his belt. his knees slided in between yours as he harshly pushed his cock against your pussy, making you moan a bit, the fabric of his pants adding even more friction. 

his hands, which had previously grabbed your hips, moved over to your ass before hitting one of your cheeks, making you let out a moan again. one of his hands found your clit, rubbing it a bit making your hips jutter backwards, only for him to push you back down with his hips, multiple moans leaving your mouth. 

he reached over for his belt and slowly passed it over your ass. 

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” 

“yes, daddy.” 

“count.” he said before slapping your ass with his belt, making you let out a noise of pleasure. 

“one.” 

“two.” 

“three.” 

once you had reached 20, after starting over about 3 times, both of your cheeks were completely red, a stunning feeling coming along with it. he didn’t say a single word as he undid his pants and pulled him off, along with his boxers. your ass was still up as his fingers ran across your slit. 

“so fucking wet for me. who made you this wet?” 

“you did, daddy. you did!” you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to slip his fingers inside you. he reached for the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a condom and putting it on before his hand was in front of your face. 

“spit.” you did as he said, spitting in the middle of his hand before it went back to your pussy, spreading your saliva all over your vagina. he then spat in his own hand before repeating his previous actions. 

“you gonna be a good girl for me and stay quiet?” he asked as he teased your slit with the tip of his dick, making you let out a small whine. 

“yes, i promise.” you said before he fully pushed himself into you harshly, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. his hands gripped your hips, the cold feeling of his rings sending shivers down your spin. he gave you a couple of seconds before he started moving in and out of you at a rough pace, making you bite your lips and grab onto the sheets. 

all that could be heard in the room was the sound of your skins clapping together over and over again, and thom’s heavy breathing. his head flew backwards as you clenched around him, making him let out a small moan. 

“hold it.” he said, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your high. 

“i–i can’t.” you struggled to get out as he started going harder, making your eyes roll backwards once again. 

“you can, and you fucking will.” he said back, pounding into you between each word. you bite your lips every time he’d hit your g-spot, trying not to let out a moan. 

“fuck.” he moaned as he felt himself grow closer to his own high. you knew he’d need a little extra push, you also knew how to give him that extra push, and that was by begging him to cum. 

“let me cum, please! daddy, i’ve been a good girl!” and that’s all it took for him to cum. his thrusts slowed down until he wasn’t moving anymore, making you whine. 

“don’t be a fucking brat.” he whsipered before fully pulling out of you, and throwing the condom into the trash. he got off the bed, and walked over to your bedside table, pulling a small object out of one of the drawers. you looked over at him and you almost came by the sight. 

the lights weren’t turned on, the moonlight peeking from the blinds being the only reason you were able to see his figure. his chest and back were all sweaty, the moonlight making them shine and define his muscles even more. he sent you a small smirk before walking back to where he was before. 

he grabbed you and flipped you over so you were laying on your back, his hands holding your legs open. he placed his knees next to both sides of your body, the tip of his dick slightly hitting your clit making you gasp. you closed your eyes, wanting for him to do something, only they flew open when he heard a vibrating noise. your eyes landed on the small vibrater he was holding, before looking over to his face, a grin plastered on it. 

“5 minutes. 5 minutes, and i’ll let you cum. but you make a single noise and the time starts over. understand?” 

“yes, daddy.” you said, he waited a couple of seconds before connecting the vibrator to your clit, making you bite your lips. 

during the next 7 minutes, thomas had restarted the time after 2 minutes since you moaned out his name, he’d whisper words of encouragement to help you get through the five minutes, and the next seconds he’d be dirty talking in your ear. you let out a sigh once he turned the small object off and threw it on the bed. 

“such a good girl for me. now cum for daddy.” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips before quickly rubbing your clit. he saw you were still trying to hold in your moans, making him smile. 

“don’t be shy, baby girl, be as loud as you want. you deserve it, you were so good for me, made me feel so good.” he praised, and that’s all it took for you to cum, letting out a loud moan of his name at the same time. the room was silent after that, well, besides your breathing. his hands rubbed up and down your thighs as he pressed little kisses all over your body. 

“come here, let me take care of you.” he said softly as he tried to lift you up from the mattress, before bringing you into the bathroom.

“i love you, tommy.” 

“and i love you, y/n/n.”

#bri writes #thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau fic #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau smut

[hugheshugs]

dinner time | t. bordeleau

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<- prev part, this is part three

remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in dbf fics <3

summary: you find out something that upsets you and leads you to avoid dinner but thomas comes to find you anyway.

contains/tw: briss being a bit mean, thom being a sweetheart, y/n being a sad sensitive little baby. kidding. kinda chaotic tbh, a little angsty too.

pairing: dbf!thom x brisson!reader.

word count: 1.3k

note: ik this ones short and not very entertaining but its a filler, like all stories have. gotta get the ball rolling, yk? and sorry it took me so long, sometimes my brain doesnt work the way i want it to but i hope you like this <3

you and thomas had got off to a bold start. neither of you could deny that fact and the regret was slowly starting to settle in. it was wrong—you shouldn't have wanted him to get so close and he shouldn't have let you get so close.

so, as the day went on, both of you kept your distance. luckily, it wasn't awkward but there was a mutual understanding that you both needed to stop anything from progressing, which would be easy to do now seeing as you'd just met.

you'd changed into a different dress, needing to hide the popsicle stain from your dad and because you felt like you'd flashed more of his friends than you would have liked.—you didn't want to flash any of them anyway—after luke walked in on you and thomas, a few of the other men came in too and in your defence, you hadn't realized your skirt was bunched up until thomas scrambled to stand in front of you to block their view.

they were staying over for dinner too, a couple of them staying the night because they'd been drinking. you were given the task to set up the table with hunter but he was too much of a kiss ass to actually help, deciding to hold the plates in his hand while talking to marty instead of putting them down.

you walked over with a little bit of stomp in your step, crossing your arms as you stood in front of them.

"can you please help me set up the table and stop talking to marty?" you asked him before grabbing his arm.

"it's matty, y/n," he corrected.

"oops," you blushed. "sorry, matty."

"all good. go help your sister, hunter. we'll talk later," matty smiled. you uttered a small thank you as hunter was forced to walk over to start helping you.

"i hate you," he grumbled, roughly setting the plates on the table.

"hunter!" you scolded. "you'll break them, be gentle."

"hunter, be gentle," he mimicked, causing you to roll your eyes. "don't tell me what to do."

"whatever," you grumbled, handing him the cutlery. "how long have you known these guys?"

the question had been on your mind since earlier today and you finally had a chance to bring it up. hunter was so at ease with all of them and they all seemed to know him so well. but you'd just met them now so he couldn't have met them that long ago.

"couple years. just met bordy a couple days ago though, dad hasn't seen him in forever," he replied without looking up.

your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him and you felt your heart sink an inch.

"years?" you asked, a bit of sadness in your voice. how had he known them for so long? you hadn't even met them until today.

"they come to the arena occasionally to see dad. that's how i met 'em," he shrugged. "but bordy lived in switzerland for a while, just moved back a couple weeks ago."

you simply nodded your head at his words, pursing your lips as you felt an uneasy feeling in your gut. you stayed quiet until the task was done, heading inside before anyone could catch you. you were always the odd one out amongst the three of you but after that talk, all you felt was disappointment in yourself.

you never gave your dad a reason for him to want you to meet his friends, the people that mean the most to him. for some reason he just assumed you'd already met them, completely forgetting that he'd never taken you back to the ice since your mom left.

it was frustrating, infuriating, even—but it was directed towards yourself. you weren't good enough for him. he wasn't proud enough of you to care and that hurt like hell.

you stayed in your room for a bit, tears welling up in your eyes but you never gave them the power to fall. it was silly, really. you hated how upset you were by this because after all, you were meeting them now anyway. you could be downstairs with them, you could be trying to get to know them better but instead you decided to mope in your room.

it was so contrasting that you felt incredibly overwhelmed. your throat closed up with every passing second and even if you wanted to go talk to them, you couldn't because you didn't trust yourself not to mess anything up.

time passed by and soon enough, it was time for dinner. everyone made their way to the shaded area outside where the table had been set, brendan placing a couple side dishes down before taking his seat. they all sat down but thomas stood in front of the two empty seats, obviously realizing something—someone—was missing.

"where's y/n?" he asked brendan. "isn't she going to eat?"

brendan looked around the table before letting out a deep sigh. "let me call her."

he tapped his foot impatiently while brendan got his phone out, dialling your number only for it to go straight to voicemail. he called you again, texted a couple times as well but you didn't answer.

"whatever, she didn't answer," brendan informed them. "sit down, thom. maybe she isn't hungry."

"maybe she doesn't have her phone on her," thomas pushed. "why don't you go check on her?"

"it's not that big of a deal," brendan insisted, raising his eyebrows at the chair to instruct him. "sit your ass down."

"no," he nearly scoffed. "can i go find her, at least? since you wont."

"god, she's a pain in my ass. yeah, whatever, go find her," brendan shrugged with an irritated expression.

"hurry up, we're hungry," owen commented quickly before thomas walked away.

"you guys can start. i don't know how long it'll take," he told them, beginning to make his way inside the house.

the four walls were silent as he stepped in, other than the breeze of the AC. you weren't in the living room or the kitchen, leading him to search the entire first floor with no luck. if he was being honest, he couldn't believe brendan at the moment. of course he didn't mind checking on you but that was your dad's job. the way he didn't even care to bring you down really rubbed thomas the wrong way.

if anything, he felt for you, but he hoped this wasn't a regular thing. maybe brendan was just tired, so he'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

he slowly trudged up the stairs, listening for any sign of your presence. nothing.

starting from his left, he knocked on every door in sight, thinking he'd find you in at least one of them. he hadn't seen you after the fifth but you heard the continuous knocking from your room and walked over to open yours, only to be greeted by him as his fist was ready to knock once more.

"oh my god," you held a hand to your heart. "you scared me."

"seems like i do that a lot," he chuckled lightly. "i've been looking for you."

"oh," your stomach twisted. "is something wrong?"

"no, not at all," he mumbled, taking in the look on your face. you looked heartbroken. that was the only word he could use to describe it.

"they started dinner downstairs. your dad called you but you didn't answer so i came to find you."

your chest sunk. as if on instict, you slammed the door shut before he could see the tears falling from your eyes. he was so kind, and it made you feel so guilty. your heart warmed at his words but your mind began to think about how he was the one to call you down instead of your dad.

"i-i'm not hungry," you spoke against the door. your voice was quiet but it was just loud enough for him to hear. "thanks anyway, i think i'm going to—um, going to sleep now s-so goodnight."

he tried to hide his hurt, confused by your sudden reaction. he slowly nodded his head even though you couldn't see him. "yeah, okay. sounds good, i'll bring you that tide pen tomorrow. goodnight, y/n."

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[bordeleaubeau]

google translate ✩ t. bordeleau

note: based off the song google translate by leanna firestone :)

summary: umich bords still, reader and bords had still kept in touch after a project in class, leading to some unspoken feelings, and some kept secrets.

★✩★✩★✩★✩★

the luminate screen of your phone lit up your face, and while it was on the lowest setting it still managed to make your eyes squint at the brightness. it was nearing one am, and still, you found yourself awake and smiling like a child at her phone. like you were back in high school, and were texting the cute boy in your english class. but this time you were in college and texting the cute boy in literature- and you weren’t regretting it one bit.

bords: you knew that french writer and like five of their works. thats impressive

y/n: i took ap french in high school! my teacher kinda drilled all things french in our brains

bords: really? i was more of a spanish guy

y/n: no offense, that doesn’t really surprise me

y/n: i feel like literally everyone took spanish thats nothing against you i swear

bords: wooow ok i see how it is l/n

bords: to be fair i don’t remember shit, i dont even know how i passed. just knew i had to have a c to play for the weekend

y/n: i just think french is a really pretty language, yknow? spanish is nice, but not as elegant

bords: je pense que y/n est tres jolie i think y/n is very pretty

yeah, it was like you were back in high school again.

your hand flies over your mouth to attempt to conceal the squeal before it leaves your mouth to not wake up your roommate. excitement floods your senses, and your fingers run over the keypad.

y/n: je pense que tu es tres jolie aussi :) i think you’re pretty too

but you backtrack, holding in the backspace button until the message completely disappears. you go to type again, but thomas beats you to it, his gray bubble appearing on your screen again.

bords: well it’s time to get some sleep i think, your need your sommeil de beauté. i’ll see you tomorrow in class

y/n: goodnight thomas

he reads the message, and a few short seconds later a heart appears next to your message. there’s no further reply, and your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself typing out another message.

y/n: did you really google translate a message to call me pretty in a language you dont even speak? read 1:34am

the next day drags on; your message from the early morning had gone unanswered by thomas. with the weight bearing down on your shoulders, thinking you may have made things awkward between the two of you, you begrudgingly make your way to your shared class: lit and society.

he sits diagonally in front of you. since the first day of classes, that was thomas’ seat. after the two of you had gotten assigned together for a project early on in the semester, you had stayed in touch after a small flame had been lit between the two of you. there was something there. it was small, but it was something.

normally, the two of you would be texting back and forth in the class from your macbooks. what your professor would think would be note taking, was actually the two of you going back and forth about how boring the class was. but there were no repeated taps on your keyboard today, just mindless staring down at your notebook.

needless to say, you couldn’t quite trust your eyes not to fall onto thomas’ figure, and to potentially have him sense your gaze and turn around. that would only want to make you curl up and hide in a ball even more than you already wanted to.

instead of engaging with class like normal, you keep your head hung. it had gotten to the point your neighbor, lilly, a sweet junior who you had become acquaintances with, nudged you.

“are you alright? you seem out of it today. you haven’t started your paper.” the brunette girl speaks, concern written across her face.

“uh, yeah. i just didn’t get much sleep last night. thanks for asking, though.” you reply, and lilly sends you a soft smile. it wasnt a complete lie- you had lay awake for a few moments after seeing thomas had read your text that had gone without a reply. and now here you were, from 1:34am to 2pm, no reply. and he wasnt even five feet in front of you.

the next sixteen minutes drag on, but eventually your professor dismisses the class for the afternoon. you have all intentions of high tailing your ass out of the classroom, but when trying to cram everything in your bag, your laptop charger tangles with another notebook spiral, when you pull that out it brings out yet another notebook, and your flustered figure is trying to shove everything in as fast as you can.

your hair luckily shields your face from whoever might be lingering in the classroom still, but when you lift your head, there’s almost no one there. two other people stay lingering on the other side of the classroom chatting, and your professor is busy closing out her computer.

your heart sinks.

he normally waits after class, and the two of you would walk to the dining hall before he gets swooped away from you by his teammates, and you by a handful of your friends.

you make your way out of the classroom, bookbag slung over your shoulder as you walk down the hallway. yet, you don’t make it far before you feel a grasp on your wrist. with the second you get to look at the arm, you recognize the ink from anywhere, before you’re spun around.

“je pense que y/n est tres jolie.” thomas speaks, a bright smile on his face, and a perfected french accent tainting his voice. “i didn’t need google translate, y/n. i didn’t tell you i used to live in montreal?"

“you, may have left that detail out.” you manage to get out, a blush dusting your cheeks. “you mean that?”

thomas lets out a laugh, his hand holding yours then going to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “of course i meant that, asshole. and i only didn’t text you back so i could see you today, and say that to you in person. so you see i'm not full of shit."

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falling in love in the cruelest way - thomas bordeleau

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“I don’t have to go now” You laughed a little when Thomas dropped his bags at your feet, pulling you into him. “I can book a later flight, we can have some more time”

“Thomas” You raised an eyebrow when it was no longer obvious that he was joking.

“I don’t have to be there until tomorrow”

“Go, you freak. I’ll see you in a month” He absolutely had to go now, he had already pushed his flight back as far as possible so training camp started in a couple days. He was supposed to be there last week but ‘things happened’ as Thomas would say.

“Kiss me” He demanded, pushing his lips out in a pout. You roll your eyes before complying, letting it last a little longer than usual.

“You’re going to miss your flight” You say after a minute, pushing him off gently.

“Fuck the flight” He says quickly, leaning in again but you laugh and duck out of the way.

“I’ll see you in a couple months” He played in Montréal in November, it wasn’t too far away.

“Promise you’ll come visit me” Thomas pouts and you sigh before nodding. He grins, kisses you one more time before grabbing his bags and running out to the uber that’s been waiting in front of your house for five minutes.

You watched him drive away, feeling a little too melodramatic for your liking. It was never supposed to end like this. When you first got with Thomas, you figured it would be an easy summer fling; you never expected it to go any further than that. Then you got to know the real Thomas and you learnt that he was way more than the fuck boy hockey player like the way he presented himself. It was the worst and best decision you’ve ever made, all rolled up into one. As much as you didn’t want him to be, Thomas was your everything.

Your summer at home was supposed to be spent relaxing and spending time with family but somehow you ended up going out with Thomas and hanging around his house every day. It was a whirlwind and all of a sudden you were in a full-fledged relationship with Thomas. 

…

“How many days?”

“Thomas” You chided, rolling your eyes. He had only been back in California for a few days and was already pestering you to come visit.

“How do you expect me to go from seeing you every day to not at all? That’s very unrealistic of you baby” Thomas grinned which made you laugh.

“I’m sure you’ll survive” You say which makes him sigh dramatically.

“But-” A voice off camera stole his attention from you, stopping before he could even get his sentence out. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?” As much as he tried, Thomas didn’t always have time to talk for a long period of time and you understood that.

“Yeah for sure” You smiled, saying your goodbyes before hanging up.

You knew that Thomas would be busy in California but you underestimate how little time he would actually have. It was a big change from how things were in Montréal, the dropped phone calls and delayed responses seemed to be the new normal and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

After a couple weeks of him being gone, you did the only logical thing, you booked a flight to San Jose.

You planned it out perfectly. Your plane would arrive just as his game was ending which means you’d make it to his apartment around the same time as him.

…

“Babe?” Your head snaps up to find Thomas standing over you in the hallway. “What are you doing here?” He chuckles a bit before offering his hand to pull you up. You had gotten to his building an hour after his game ended, you figured he’d be home soon so you were waiting outside his door.

“I missed you” You said simply and Thomas grinned. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming, I figured you’d be home when I got here and…”

“Don’t apologize, you’re always welcome here” Thomas squeezed your hand that he was still holding. “I went out with some of the guys after the game” He reached behind you to unlock his door, pushing it open before grabbing your bags and directing you into his apartment.

“I was just coming home to change, the guys wanted to hit a party tonight. You good to go?” Thomas was already heading towards his bedroom.

“Oh uh… yeah sure” You weren’t exactly planning on going out tonight, it had been a long day and all you wanted was to climb into bed with your boy but he obviously had other plans. You were out the door and driving through town in his brand new Range Rover before you knew it.

He pulled over in front of a club, the line outside was wrapped around the building and you could already feel the nerves setting in. “You good?” His hand squeezed your thigh which made you break your gaze at the club to look at him instead.

“Yeah” You say quietly, not wanting to damper his mood at all.

“Good. The guys are waiting, c’mon” He kisses you quickly before getting out of the car and tossing his keys to the valet, you scramble behind him.

“Boys!” Thomas cheers loudly when he spots his friends, they were crowded at a table in the back of the huge club. Thomas had at least pulled you with him, making sure you didn’t get lost in the crowd but as soon as he found the table, he dropped your hand.

You didn’t think it was intentional but still couldn’t help the pang in your chest. You stood back as he greeted his friends, standing alone awkwardly behind him. It took him a few minutes but he remembered you were there and introduced you to his friends.

They were all nice enough but it was made clear to you pretty quickly that you didn’t fit in with them. These were Thomas’ friends and while you hung out with some of his friends back home during the summer, this felt different. These guys were apart of Thom’s new life, the life you had yet to be apart of. So, you stayed quiet, practically clinging onto Thomas which he didn’t pay any mind to until about an hour went by.

“Hey, you still okay?” Thomas leans over to speak close to your ear so you can hear him over the music.

“Actually I think I’m going to get an uber” You were too overwhelmed to stay and with Thomas practically ignoring you, there wasn’t any point anyways.

“What?” He leaned in, like he didn’t hear you the first time.

“I’m going. I’ll see you later” You remove yourself from his side and start to make your way to the exit, not even bothering to see if he was following you.

“Babe! Wait!” Thomas catches up to you as you’re leaving the club, just as you step outside. “Don’t leave, c’mon we just got here”

“You don’t have to leave Thomas, go back inside” You weren’t saying it to be difficult, you didn’t really care if he stayed or not.

“Why are you being so…” He trails off and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“So what, Thomas?” You were tired. Whether you were tired from the day or from him, you weren’t sure.

“So… boring. You never left parties early during the summer” He scoffed.

“I actually knew people at the parties in Montréal!” You argued back, crossing your arms defensively. You weren’t sure why you were so agitated but you didn’t care to figure it out. “Look Thomas, I just don’t want to be here”

“Here as in the club or as in San Jose?” He asked accusingly. “I didn’t ask you to come here, you chose to” You froze.

“So you don’t want me here?”

“I never said that. I just-”

“No Thomas. If you don’t want me here then it’s an easy problem to solve” The impromptu trip wasn’t supposed to cause a fight. You expected to show up and that he’d be more than happy to see you but it seemed like there was more important things for him to pay attention to.

“California’s changed you Thom” You say, looking him in the eye. “And I don’t think I fit in here”

“It’s just different”

“I know it is” You say quietly. “We just don’t work in California” It was weird to think about; that a geographical location is what decided how successful your relationship is.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He didn’t want to leave the conversation unfinished, he had to know the answer now. You nodded silently and Thomas felt like his world came crashing down around him.

He didn’t mean to let things go like the way he had. One missed phone call turned into five and when the texts started piling up, he kept reminding himself to answer but obviously never did.

“I should go” You checked your phone, making sure your uber was still coming. “Go back inside, have fun” Your phone buzzes, alerting you that your car arrived. “I’ll see you around Thom” You smile weakly.

You take the uber to his apartment, letting yourself back in to collect your things before heading back to the airport, catching the last flight home to Montréal.

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Who is Blake Wilson?

19 year old Blake Wilson is popular influencer who post daily vlogs. She has over 2.5 million subscribers on YouTube. 7.6 million followers on tiktok.

Blake was born in San Jose, California. She moved to Los Angeles, California at the age of 16 to start her career.

Blake career started in 2018 when she posted videos on her YouTube channel. Her most view video being “I broke my school dress code for a week” with over 24 million views. In 2019 she join TikTok’s star such as Chase Hudson, Josh Richards, Avani Gregg on the lights out tour.

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Blake currently lives in Los Angeles, with her best friend lily Evans. She is currently attending UCLA for a degree for Communication & Marketing.

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