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𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

y/n l/n was simply winter weather. her eyes always held an icy glare, her voice was sharp and swift. during the junior goodwill games, she'd been dubbed "the stone cold queen." it's just how she was, and y/n didn't mind being this way.

julie gaffney was the spring sun. her eyes were kind, despite being a force to be reckoned with on the ice. her pearly whites made it difficult to look at anyone else. she was strong-willed, and was protected by the most mellow of shells. it was shocking to everyone when julie and y/n got along so well, especially so quickly. while y/n had grown up with majority of the ducks, she wasn't one to have a best friend. not because y/n was like banksie and never took her mind off hockey, but rather it was just personality. y/n had always been withdrawn, even with her own family. julie was the one to break the pattern. she'd skated right over to where y/n was on the ice, right after she finished introducing herself to connie. julie could foresee them being extremely close with connie in the future, they already got along nicely. and so, she made it her mission to befriend y/n as well. before julie approached her, connie chuckled. "good luck with that, jules. i love y/n, but she doesn't talk to anyone." the blonde girl saw that as an opportunity for change. because if there was anyone in the world who could bring change, it was julie "the cat" gaffney.

y/n, (who was busy carving her name into the ice with the blade of her skate,) didn't notice when julie's goalie pads came into view. a gloved hand sticks out, "hi! i'm julie gaffney." the h/c girl looked up from the cold ice, only to have the sweetest eyes bore right back into hers. taken aback, y/n simply nods.

being so used to people giving up on the first try, y/n fully expected julie to skate away, most likely to go be with connie. however, the goalie stayed put where she was. y/n felt the icewater in her veins that usually solidified her posture almost melt. why was she here? why hadn't she given up? what was so appealing about herself that got julie to not leave? y/n couldn't figure it out. but, she didn't necessarily mind the company. as the weeks went on, y/n found herself thawing out. sure, it was taking a tedious amount of time compared to others like dean portman, who quickly calmed down his muscle man persona once he got some apple juice in his system. her lips that always pressed together in a thin line and her jaw that always clenched were softening, because of julie. y/n could tell that the blonde girl would be her weakness. how could she not be? she stayed, and she was, is, patient with her. that's something y/n hasn't experienced before, even with her own family.

y/n realized over the summer break that julie might be more than a friend of hers. y/n couldn't count how many times she's woken in the night; a dream gone wrong or a noise made from her dog going down the staircase, and julie's immediately up with her. "are you okay, y/n/n? come on, it's okay. you can sleep." she'd whisper, her voice raspy from the lack of use and it would comfort y/n more than words can describe.

for y/n's literature class, their assignment for the week was to write a poem. and no, it couldn't be a poem using, "roses are red, violets are blue." y/n felt very troubled by this requirement, mainly because that was the only type of poem she knew how to write. even with all the time julie had spent on her, carving through the stone to reach y/n's core, she still felt cold. maybe not stone cold anymore, but not room temperature either. what would she write about? hockey? no, that was too much of a banksie move and y/n hated that idea. writing about being a junior olympian also felt like a dick move. the s/c girl slumped over a table in eden hall's library, attempting to write this damn poem for the... well, y/n lost count of how many times it's been. groaning, she ignores the "shh!" she receives from her table mate, wanting nothing more than to be whisked away by julie to lunch. julie always had the neatest lunches, even though the goalie claimed that they weren't "all that."