NHL & Umich fics

attention-E.E

I sat at my desk, surrounded by a mountain of books and a blank Word document waiting to be filled. The deadline for my paper was near and I had left it to the last minute.

I needed to focus and concentrate. But of course, Ethan Edwards, my loving but sometimes overly playful boyfriend, had other plans.

Ethan had come over to my apartment, hoping to spend some quality time together. However, he seemed oblivious to the fact that I had a paper to finish. he was soon begging for attention

At first, it was innocent enough. He would walk by my desk, casually brushing my hair with his fingers or planting a soft kiss on my cheek. His attempts to distract me were cute, endearing even. But as the minutes turned into hours, his antics grew more persistent, and my patience wore thin.

"Ethan, I really need to focus," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but firm.

He pouted, leaning against the doorframe. "But I miss you, babe. I just want to spend some time with you."

I sighed, feeling the weight of my impending deadline bearing down on me. "I miss you too, Ethan, but I have this paper to finish. Can you please understand?"

He nodded reluctantly and wandered into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch, grabbing the TV remote. I thought his retreat signaled a truce, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

As I delved deeper into my research, the sound of the TV blaring became increasingly distracting. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore it, but it was as if Ethan knew the exact volume level that would irritate me the most.

"Could you please turn that down?" I called out, my voice tinged with frustration.

Ethan glanced at me and smirked, deliberately raising the volume instead. My blood boiled, and before I knew it, I was standing at the doorway of the living room, my voice raised to match my exasperation.

"Enough, Ethan! I've asked you to respect my need to concentrate, and all you're doing is making it worse! Can't you see how important this is to me?"

Silence hung heavy in the air as Ethan stared back at me, his eyes wounded. He had never been on the receiving end of my anger like this before. His playful demeanor faded into a sad expression.

Without a word, he rose from the couch and walked towards the door. As the sound of his footsteps grew fainter, regret washed over me. I hadn't meant to drive him away; I had simply wanted him to understand.

With a heavy heart, I closed my books and followed him. The sight of him sitting on the steps outside my apartment, his face buried in his hands, shattered me. I reached out and gently touched his arm.

"I'm sorry, Ethan," I whispered. "I didn't mean to push you away. I just... I needed to focus."

He didn't respond, but he didn't pull away either. The silence hung between us, heavy with unspoken emotions. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.

"I love you, Ethan. And I want you here with me. But I also need your support. Can we find a way to balance both?"

Ethan slowly lifted his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked at me, his expression a mix of vulnerability and love.

"I love you too," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry for not understanding. I'll try to be more supportive."

We hugged, kissed and laughed for the rest of the night