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Casey Cizikas

this is kinda long, i was thinking about breaking it into two parts but hes a sweetheart guys i love him so so so so much

"I can't believe you right now, Y/N, you blew me off at lunch for another guy! And you have the nerve to come and say it's not what it looks like!" He was pacing in front of you, not stopping, no matter what you do. You were never one to yell when you were fighting, you usually let him vent and then put you input. Tonight you were breaking boundaries. "That's what they all-"

"Are you at least going to let me explain?" You cut him off, not wanting him to compare you to his ex-girlfriend.

"No I'm not because I finally find time when we are both free and you don't show up!"

"Well too bad, because I see you every day and I don't see him at all. You live in the same house, hell, same little apartment as me, and he lives back home. Half way across the world Casey, news flash I have family too! I have people that care about me other than you! They want to see me too!" You were at each other's throats now, your pointer finger taking small jabs at his chest.

"I really doubt they want to see you."

That's all it took for you to break, your angry responses dissolve immediately, tears of sadness replace the frustration and you're left there hurt. Casey knew what he said to you, and he wasn't going to take it back because as of right now, he didn't want to see you. He believes that you cheated on him, you -his fiancé- supposedly cheated on him.

Tugging at the sparkling ring, one that was supposed to resemble a sort of happiness in your life, you pull it off and shove it at him.

"I'm so sick of you thinking that it's you against the world, that I am a bad guy out to get you. I am not and never will be the idiot of a ex you had, because not everyone is the same. I watched my dad get cheated on three times, and it hurts seeing him build relationships just to watch them crumble. He was a widower once, and when he tried to replace the happiness he had, all he got was other men's children in return. That man was my half brother, the only true sibling I got out of all of this, and it was a good day for me. Thank you for single handedly ruining it."

He wouldn't take the ring from you, and you refused to keep it. Slamming the metal down on the table, you grab the car keys and start heading towards the door. Taking one last look behind you, Casey stands there frozen, glaring at the ground with such anger it shocks you.

With the calmest voice you can muster, you leave him with these words, "When you calm down and sort out what you want, then you can come talk to me."

The door shuts behind you and almost instantly you hear the breaking of glass, and thud of something being thrown across the room.

**

The next time you hear from anyone was almost two months later. And it wasn't Casey, it was Matt, Matt Martin. At first it was casual, friendly talk, and then you got suspicious, he was bouncing around, going from hockey to family to your job, never sticking to one subject like he usually does. 

"Why did you really call, Matthew?" You sigh into the receiver, you had to get back to typing this column for your boss, your deadline was coming up fast. You stand up from your computer chair and walk to the balcony facing the lake at your parent's lake house. 

"Y/N, I need you to hear me out." He says and you hear your dog barking at the front door. "Can you please just open your door?" The dial tone follows and all you do is staring at the door, you don't make a move to open it. "Don't make me climb over the fence, Y/N!" When you don't answer him, "For God's sake Y/N!" You hear a thump on the other side of the door and then someone climbing up the steps to the wooden patio.

"That door is locked anyways, don't bother." You say smirking down at him. 

He raises his eyebrows, and moves his hand towards the handle, and slowly he slides the door open, looking straight into your eyes, testing his limits. "Think again." He heads into the house and I hear the front door unlocking and people shuffling in. 

You head downstairs to join them, and stop in your tracks when you see your limp ex- fiancé. "What happened to him?" A bruise was blooming on his cheek and you gesture for them to bring him to your bedroom. 

"He got into a bar fight, I'm really hoping that the media doesn't get this, or he's gone for good." Travis helps the boys get him on to the bed and you go to the ensuite to get a wet towel for Casey's bleeding lip.

"What do you mean 'gone for good'? Who did he fight? Why would he fight-" You keep asking questions, some you don't voice and others you do. "Just explain everything to me from the beginning."

Anders was the first to speak up, "We just got eliminated from the playoffs, and we decided to have a guys' night, he took it too far, he's shit-faced right now. Flashback a few weeks ago, before you left him, his ex was tormenting him. Showing up to random games with the man she cheated on him with, followed us to bars after wins, waited for him after losses. Around you, he acted like he had everything in control because everything was out of his hands." 

There was more that other players mentioned, it was getting to him, and when you left, it just got worse, her boyfriend would talk about you, and mess with his head. The coaches noticed his off games and threatened him with a trade rumors. He fought his ex's boyfriend, and lost. 

Slowly, one by one, all of them left after making sure that you understood the situation. Sleeping Casey looked peaceful, his sleeping face tucked into your stomach. Talking to nothing, you start whispering, "I wasn't expecting you to turn to alcohol and I damn sure know you haven't calmed down yet, but I forgive you and I'm sorry for all the shit you've been through."

Casey replies with a heavy, hungover snore, and he doesn't move an inch. That was until you try moving him so you can finish your work. His hand shoots out to grab you, "Don't go, please."

"I just need to submit something, I'll be back, I swear." You tell him, picking your laptop up, and pressing the mouse a couple times, "I'm done."

You turn back to the bed to that Casey has made himself comfortable, he put on a pair of his sweatpants that you kept and shed himself of his shirt. He isn't sitting in he bed, he's standing right in front of you, stammering, trying to find the right words.

"I'm sorry."

That's the first thing that comes to his mind. You silently stare back at him, motioning for him to continue, "I was -no- am a dick and I don't deserve you, I have no excuses for what I said that night, but I love you Y/N," He pulls a chain off his neck and there dangles the engagement ring you threw at him, "You don't have to wear it, or be my fiancé again but I want you to keep it."

The tears in your eyes don't even begin to describe how you feel, wordlessly, you unclamp the chain and pull the ring off. You hold it in between the two of you, your chests almost touching. "I was wrong that night, I was wrong to take it off. Because even though you said some pretty awful things, I made a promise to myself once I put this on, I made a promise to you. I promised that through it all, we will stay together, no matter what, because I loved you, because I still love you." 

You raise your left hand, "Here is me going back and making sure I keep that promise." The ring still fits as perfectly as before, it shines in the lamp light.

Casey, with a grateful smile, takes your hand and pulls it to his lips, giving the ring a kiss. "I'm calm now."

I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TO END IT BC HES ADORABLE AND GOT SIGNED TO A CONTRACT. 5 YEARS BABY!!!

all hockey players are smol beans. even you john scott, aka gigantic smol bean