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Why? Just fucking why?
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Puck Me Hardย ย ย I love Noah Carter
Dorian's P.O.VThe morning light was already pouring in when I cracked open my eyes, one arm reaching for the warm weight Iโd fallen asleep beside.But the bed was cold and empty.I blinked blearily, the haze of sleep fading just in time to hear footsteps and pacing. Noahโs sharp and furious voice cut through the air like a knife.โDorian, why the fuck did you do this?โI sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. He was standing across the room, his phone in hand, glaring at me as if Iโd just killed someone.โWhat are youโโ I started, but then he turned the screen to face me.Fuck.I just sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, covering my face with my forearm. โI thought you deactivated your Innagram account.โโNo, I didnโt, asshole,โ Noah snapped. โI just switched off my phone. For you. For us.โHis voice cracked, and I winced.Of course. Of course heโd see it. Iโd hopedโstupidly, desperatelyโthat maybe we could just have this one weekend. That we could pretend. Stay in this l
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-13Puck Me Hardย ย ย No one quits
Noah's P.O.VWe holed out in Dorianโs childhood bedroom for hours, having sex on every surface we could find, followed by long and aching conversations in the dark. I didnโt think Iโd ever see Dorian soft like that, sprawled out beside me naked under an old quilt, moonlight striping his face. His mouth always tasted like coffee or sarcasm. I couldnโt get enough of either.But outside that room, the world was on fire.Dorian's confession broke the fucking internet.Some people applauded him for owning it. Others painted him like some manipulative predator who backed a straight guy into a corner. โTaking advantage,โ they called it. โDesperate for attention.โAnd then there were the "couple fan" edits.Innocent pictures of us laughing at the rink during practice. Or when we hugged each other, the way teammates did after a win from a tough game. The edits made it seem as if I was looking at Dorian like he hung the moon. Screenshots from old games where Iโd supposedly stared too long. โ#Do
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-14Puck Me Hardย ย ย Drinks?
Dorian's POVNoah was willing to give it all up. The team. His reputation. His golden boy future. For me.I sat there like a goddamn idiot in the coachโs office while Noah bared his neck like a lamb to slaughter, ready to burn down his entire life with one spark if it meant shielding me. I think it broke something inside me. Or maybe it fixed something. I donโt know. All I knew was that I couldnโt breathe right since.Who the hell does that for someone like me?It was the most beautiful, reckless, stupid thing anyone had ever done for me, and I felt like the worldโs biggest fucking asshole. Because now...now that I was in deep, now that I loved him, I couldn't stop thinking about the way Iโd fantasized about tearing him down before I even got to know the real him. I used to hate the sight of him. Now I was obsessed with it.With everything inside of me, I wanted to come clean, tell him everything and fall on my knees if I had to. But in the same breath, I also wanted to keep him forev
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-15Puck Me Hardย ย ย Eavesdropped.
Authors P.O.V (JAXON)The bar wasn't a place that Jaxon would usually come all by himself. It had this old school rustic vibe made for middle class people or boomers who came for drinks after working all day. Not for a party animal like he was. He adjusted the collar of his fashionable jacket as he pushed through the door, scanning the space. It was snowing heavily outside, but his palms were sweating and he felt really hotAll because he was here for him.And there he was, already seated at the back booth. Ryu Sun-ho. Tall and lean, with delicate cheekbones that could cut glass and inky-black hair that curled just slightly at the nape of his neck. He was wearing wireframe glasses tonight, which only made the whole situation worse. Or better. Or confusing as hell. He had no fucking ideaJaxon blinked and gulped hard. The guy looked like he belonged in a luxury skincare ad, not in a shitty bar that served three-dollar beers and mozzarella sticks.Jaxon gulped again. Fuck.He made his w
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-16Puck Me Hardย ย ย But How?
Dorianโs P.O.VI confessed to Susie. I told her everything her everything. How I got close to Noah just to wreck him. To twist the knife where he wouldn't see it coming.Except I didnโt and instead I fell hard. And now everything burns.She left after a while and told me not to say anything while I was drunk and wait until morning when my hands werenโt shaking and my mouth wasnโt full of regret and Jack Danielโs. But Susie doesnโt get it. Sheโs not the one who's been waking up next to someone who trusts you, touches you like you're real, says your name like it means somethingโand knowing, deep down, he has no idea what you did to hurt him.I stared at my glass until the ice melted and ordered another. And then another.By the time I stumbled out the bar, my jacket was barely hanging off one shoulder and my brain felt like it was short-circuiting in slow motion.But I knew where I needed to go.I needed to tell him.I needed to look Noah in those ocean-blue eyes and rip myself open be
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-17Puck Me Hardย ย ย Loser
Noahโs P.O.V.The bed felt cold.That was the first thing I noticed. Not the faint hum of someone playing FIFA in the next room or the buzzing streetlamp outside the window. Just the empty space beside meโwhere warmth used to be. Where Dorian was supposed to be.I reached out sleepily, eyes still closed as I brushed my fingers against nothing but cool sheets and crumpled fabric.My lashes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. The red numbers on the clock blinked 1:14AM, like they were mocking me.The room was really empty, hell not even his jacket was tossed somewhere on the floor like it always was. He was just...gone.I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stifling a yawn. My throat felt dry as hell, and the water jug I usually kept on my nightstand was bone dry too because I hadn't really spent a lot of time in my room. Groaning, I got to my feet and grabbed a hoodie, stepping out of my room and moving down the hallway, then padding down the stairs. The whole house had that muted, ghost
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-18Puck Me Hardย ย ย I Want You Back
Jaxon felt like shit. There was no other word for it. He was filled with guilt that sat heavily in his gut and fermented, souring every win, every smile, every second of silence. Even now, after their sixth game, a win, technically, he couldnโt shake the feeling awayBecause Noah Carter had played like a ghost.Sure, the scoreboard said they won, but anyone with eyes could see it. Noah was dragging himself across the ice like his skates were made of lead. He flinched anytime Dorian got within five feet of him, avoided his passes, and barely looked up during the post-game huddle. Whatever fire he used to have, whatever rage-fueled grace he normally carried himself with, it was fucking gone.Jaxon really hated it. He wanted his bestfriend backWhen they made it into the locker room, the rest of the guys didnโt even try to hide their curiosity. They were muttering to each other in low tones, passing glances between Noah and Dorian like the two were a car wreck they couldnโt look away fro
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-19Puck Me Hardย ย ย Your Bestfriend
Authors P.O.VThe last thing Noah expected was to look over his shoulder and see Dorian Hayes coming at them while yelling for Jaxon to get his hands off his shoulder. The mother fucker kept creating a scene even after Noah told him to fucking leave.So in a rush of anger, Noah's body jolted forward, jaw clenched, ready to fucking deck himโuntil Jaxon hooked an arm around his middle and yanked him back."Are you insane?" Jaxon hissed through his teeth, dragging him toward the exit. "Let it go. Not here."Noah didnโt say a word. He just kept glaring at Dorian until the metal door slammed behind them.He didnโt even realize he was shaking until he buckled in and stared out the windshield. Just like before, Jaxon got into the driver's seat and began driving the car to a place Noah didn't really give a fuck about. He may have preferred to be in bed right now sleeping this gnawing ache in his chest off but he'd be damned if he continued to let Jaxon worry so much about him.Speaking of the
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-20
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Puck Me Hardย ย ย Mark?
Noah's POVChristmas Eve, and I felt like roadkill that had been rained on, run over twice, and forgotten on the side of the road. My nose was clogged, my head was pounding, and my limbs felt like theyโd been stuffed with wet socks. The apartment echoed with silence and I just felt so fucking miserable..Liam had left for โpracticeโ three days ago. Practice. On Christmas week. Sure. I wasnโt stupid. Even NHL players got time off for the holidays. But I didnโt ask questions. It was his place, not mine. He could go to Jupiter and Iโd still have to be grateful for the four walls and overpriced furniture.I shuffled to the door like a corpse when the bell rang, dragging the blanket off the bed with me like it was my emotional support animal. A tissue hung out of my nostril, clutched in one hand like my last shred of dignity.I was already mentally preparing myself for the sight of a package guy or maybe Mark, here to guilt-trip me into watching Elf for the fifth time. But when I opened th
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Go Get Him
Dorianโs POVโTwenty-nine... thirty.โThe bar slammed back into place with a satisfying clang, my arms trembling slightly from the weight. My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, and I laid there on the bench for a second, staring at the ceiling of the mostly empty university gym like it had answers. It didnโt.Groaning, I wiped my face with the towel I slung over the rod, then sat up and shook out my arms. The pain was good. It kept me focused and grounded. It had only been a week and a day since I started seriously training again, but my body was already respondingโbulking, hardening, becoming familiar again. Something I could control. conditioning and playing ice hockey for the last few weeks of the championship season also helped a lot.Anyhow, I made my way to the floor-length mirror at the far end of the gym, bare-chested, my joggers hanging low on my hips. My reflection stared back at me and not to be a conceited asshole but I was impressed. My arms which had begun to thin wh
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Someone I used to be.
NoahIf you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasnโt even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.it was insane. The only tell tale sign it was winter was definitely the over the top decorations along every single building I'm driving past and the string lights around trees that'd be lighted up at night.My phone suddenly buzzed where it was mounted on the dash, dragging me from my observation. I tapped the screen and my second bestfriend's name flashed across it. biting back a grin, I answered the call but before I could even say hello, her voice exploded through the car like a battle cry.โNOAH FUCKING
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Hate Me
Dorian's P.O.VIf I thought the Carter mansion looked stunning at night, it was even more ridiculous in daylight. It wasn't just an house but an estate, looking like something off a postcard. I sat behind the wheel of Susieโs tiny car, jaw slack as I stared up at the sprawling estate. Massive hedges shaped into clean-cut shapes of cherubims. The last time it had been in shapes of chess pieces or I may have been mistaken looking at it in the night. Anyway, the pillars gleamed like they were carved from marble, and a few people in uniform swarming the front lawn like busy bees, stringing up massive Christmas garlands. It was literally a whole operation. Frosted wreaths, gold-dipped reindeers, strings of lights being looped over every surface that could take them.Of course, they had a whole staff for this. Rich people didn't climb ladders to decorate their house for Christmas. It was just perfect I caught them at this time. Shit.I opened the car door and stepped out, my shoes muted
Puck Me Hardย ย ย apology to readers.
Hello guys! Author here! I'm so sorry about the last chapter. I would love to launch into an explanation of why that happened but the words count for "authors notes" is very limited. (But it's a honest mistake.)It won't happen again and to show I'm really sorry.I'm making the next chapter free and adding it to this note.so here.Championship Season.Dorian's P.O.VDORIANThree weeks laterI shoved the door open with my shoulder, the tiny bell jingling in that annoying, rusty way it always did. The strip mall lights outside cast long shadows across the linoleum floor. Everything smelled like synthetic pine and warm plasticโexactly like a place that sold discount dish soap and almost expired soda should.At the front desk, Susie didnโt even look up. Her eyes were glued to the little TV mounted up in the corner like a shrine. Snorting at the reindeer jacket she had on--please it looked absolutely ridiculous --I blinked, pausing halfway into the store. That was me on the screen, liftin
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Choosing Myself
Noah's P.O.V The long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my familyโs mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness. I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself. Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat. "Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Choosing Myself
Noah's P.O.VThe long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my familyโs mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness.I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself.Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat."Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors and
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Quitting announcement
Noah's P.O.VThe bass thudded so hard through the walls it rattled the red Solo cup in my hand. I wasn't even sure what I was drinking anymore but it clearly was something sweet and carbonated that burned my throat going down. It didnโt matter anyway because I was here to get shit faced drunk and forget why I even was alive.I leaned back against the wall of the sorority house, blinking against the strobe lights flashing through the crowd. There were bodies all around me. Everyone was sweaty, drunk and sloshing drinks everywhere. However I felt...empty as though I was watching it all through a thick glass window.But even through the blur of it, my eyes kept betraying me as they flickered back to where Dorian stood surrounded by a small harem of girls. All of them were gorgeousโperfect bodies, perfect makeup, shrieking with laughter at whatever bullshit he was saying.I couldn't stopooking at him.I kept telling myself not to and just be normal, have fun and to let go, but every damn
Puck Me Hardย ย ย Frozen Four
Noahโs P.O.VIt has been three days since that Thanksgiving dinner with Jaxonโs family and I swear to God, it might as well have been three years with how fucking hectic everything got afterward. Long hours, harder drills, screaming matches on the ice because Coach kept grinding us down to the bone. Everyone was running on fumes, trying to stay sharp for the last (8th) game of the regionals, but I felt like I was back in fucking hell week.On the...somewhat...bright side, Dorian was finally back with us. Coach had unbenched him after I promised to not let our personal relationship or the lack of it affect the twam , and for a minute, I thought things might go back to normal. Dorian stayed out of my way during practice and he'd gone back to his usual animosity, not speaking to anyone before and after practice. But when it came time for Coach to list the starting lineup for the final games, Dorianโs name wasnโt on it. I caught the flicker of hurt that crossed his face when Coach said i
