#One of my mutuals loves this goalie and I can see why

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Adrian Semper | Goalkeeper | Croatia NT

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Ghosted (Emily x Reader)

Request 1: sonnett where reader is really good friends with a goalie(your choice) and sonnett gets jealous because reader and goalie play for the same club and Emily is in Europe. Do she goes to Lindsey and reader thinks Emily is going to breakup with her and pushes her closer to the goalie and it’s a whole shit show

Request 2: Can you do a Emily Sonnett imagines where her and the reader are together but the reader use to date someone else on the team ( you can chose) and the comments gets to Emily. And the Reader shows Emily how much she loves her?

Request 3: Something with Jane Campbell please

Author’s Note: I thought these three would work very well together, so I combined them. Also, this one takes an interesting turn in the end and if you look closely enough there are hints to a very interesting dynamic and why reader and jane wouldn’t work out. Let me know what you think. I live for interactions and stuff. They help to keep me motivated. 

It had been one hell of a year. It had started with both you and your girlfriend getting zero notice when the thorns traded her to Orlando and you to Houston. Then you had been trapped on opposite ends of the country due to the pandemic. That distance only got bigger when she decided to go to Sweden when Orlando pulled out of the challenge cup. 

But the two of you had made it work. Well, at least you thought you had made it work. apparently, Emily thought differently, if the silent treatment you had gotten the second you stepped into camp 3 hours ago was anything to go by. 

Hell, she wouldn’t even look in your direction. All you wanted was to hold your girlfriend (cause you hadn’t seen her in person in almost 6 months) and it felt like she didn’t even give a fuck that you were there. And Lindsey intercepted you every time you tried to get close. 

You smiled as you approached your blond girlfriend, leaning on the squat rack next to her. Normally you’d wrap your arms around her and kiss her neck, but you didn’t want to overstep with this weird tension happening between you. 

“Hey Em, wanna partner?” you asked softly, almost shyly.

Emily didn’t even turn to acknowledge you.

“I’m already with Linds,” She said tensely. Since when had she been so on edge around you? 

You frowned, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what was happening between you and your girlfriend. You glanced down at your shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. 

“Oh, maybe-“ You started, poking the squat rack with your shoe. You looked up, only to find that Emily had already walked away and joined Lindsey on the other side of the gym. 

You sighed, finishing your thought into the blank air around you. “we could do dinner or something later. Guess not,” 

You blew out a long breath, willing yourself to hold back the tears. She didn’t even wait to see what you were going to say. Your eyes followed her as she hugged the blond midfielder and laughed loudly at whatever she was saying. It was like a knife in your heart. 

“What’s going on with you and Miss Sweden?” Hands on your shoulders and the voice right next to your ear should have made you jump, but you were too used to Jane’s scare tactics. 

You rolled your eyes and shrugged the keeper off of you, your gaze never leaving Emily. “Honestly, I have no clue,” You sighed deeply. She had never been like this with you before, and you definitely hadn’t expected your reunion to go like this. 

“Maybe it’s just jet lag. You know how she gets when she doesn’t get enough sleep,” Jane shrugged, poking at your dimples, trying to get you to laugh. You batted her hand away. 

“The question is how you know that,” You said, sending her a scathing look. 

She smirked impishly, wiggling her eyebrows. “I live with you, remember?”

You dramatically rolled your eyes, shoving your best friend. “I don’t think You’d ever let me forget,” 

The only good thing about your trade to the dash was that you got to hang out with your best friend every day. You and Jane had known each other since college and instantly hit it off as friends. When you had been traded, Jane also just happened to be looking for a roommate and things had worked out pretty well. 

“Well, if you’re still looking for a dinner date, I’m free tonight,”  Jane hummed, wrapping an arm around you again. 

“Been there, done that,” You scoffed playfully, shoving her again, but she didn’t let go of you this time. 

So maybe the two of you had tried in college. It was more of a fling than anything else, and it had mutually ended on great terms. You loved each other, but you weren’t in love and that was alright. You decided you were way better off as friends than lovers and left it at that. Plus, you had kinda fallen insanely hard for a certain blond cavalier.

“Not that kind of date,” She giggled, letting you shove her ways this time (definitely taking note of how your lips ticked up and patting herself on the back for clearing some of the clouds on your sunny personality away). 

“Whatever you say, now shut up and spot me,” 

The two of you were so caught up that you didn’t see the annoyed blue eyes following you from across the room, or the clenched fists and jaw that would have told you exactly what the issue with your girlfriend was. 

*****

You tried to smile as you entered the dining room, hoping that you would finally have the chance to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering your girlfriend. 

You spotted her from across the room, seated at a table with Rose, Sam, and Mal. You released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding at the absence of a certain blond midfielder. Emily had been attached to her side, and watching them was like a knife in your chest, every interaction a slice at what felt like the tiny thread keeping your relationship together. 

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You asked as you approached the table, stopping short of the seat next to your girlfriend. 

She tensed, and you noted how her jaw clenched with furrowed eyebrows. She opened her mouth, but before she could respond another body slid between the two of you. 

“Yeah, it is,” Lindsey said firmly, setting her plate down right in front of the seat in question. You frowned, and your fingers tightened around your plate. You bit your lip in an attempt to not say the thing that was on your mind. Despite how pissed off you were with the woman, she was your friend too. 

You glanced around the table that was now awkwardly staring at you, your eyes landing on an empty seat next to Mal and across from Emily. 

“Alright, what about that one?” 

“Taken too,” Lindsey said shortly with a shrug. Mal glared at her. “No, it’s not, sit Y/n,”

The team was growing tired of the tension between you, and how sad you looked. 

“Thanks,” You mumbled, sliding in beside Mal. 

Silence fell over the table, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You never felt so unwelcome around your friends before. 

“Well I better get going,” Emily said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, shoving the chair back and abruptly standing. Lindsey stood up next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. Your chest ached at the hand placement and how Emily leaned into her. 

You shot up too, clearing your throat and extending your hand. “Wait Em, I thought maybe we could talk after dinner?” You said, desperation clear in your voice. The table had never heard you like this before, had never seen a crack in your typically cool and unfailingly in control exterior. 

“She’s already got plans,” Lindsey said with an eye roll, and Emily seems to tuck herself further into the taller midfielder. You gulped down the defeat and desperation threatening to crawl out of your chest. 

“Oh, um maybe I could join you then?” You asked hopefully. 

“Private plans Y/n.” Lindsey snapped, already beginning to guide Emily out of the room, seemingly careless to what you had to say. The blond defender didn’t even give you the courtesy of eye contact as she left. 

“Sure, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. I love you, Emily,” You called after their backs, watching them go. 

Everything in you seemed to deflate. It felt like she was leaving with a piece of you like she didn’t even care you were crumbling behind her. You didn’t try to stop the tears as they fell this time, slumping miserably back into your seat. 

A warm presence knelt next to you, and soft but calloused hands gently wiped the tears burning down your face. 

You met the keeper’s concerned blue eyes and allowed her to pull you into her strong embrace, hiding your face in her neck. 

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” You sobbed. Jane rubbed large circles on your back with one hand and squeezed you tight with the otherHands-onother hand was trying to hold your broken pieces together. 

“I don’t know either,” She said, kissing the side of your head. 

You missed Emily pausing at the door to send you one last look, but Jane didn’t. Her eyes bored into the blond defender. If she thought she could just jerk you around like this with no consequences then she had another thing coming. 

Jane wasn’t romantically attracted to you, but you were her best friend and she wasn’t about to let you continue to get hurt. Emily might be able to avoid you, but she wouldn’t be able to avoid Jane, the keeper would make sure of it. 

****

“Alright cut the Bullshit Sweden, you’ve been ignoring Y/n for a week. What the fuck is your problem,” Jane growled, stepping into the nearly empty locker room and glaring at your girlfriend. She knew you could more than take care of yourself, but this had gone on long enough. 

Emily tensed at the new presence, back straightening and eye going wide. She hadn’t bet on the head of the Houston department of defense to get involved. 

“Fuck off Campbell,” Lindsey said back, stepping so she was standing protectively in front of her best friend. 

“I will not because your best friend there is hurting my best friend,” Jane took another step towards the duo, puffing out her chest. 

“Yeah right, she’s barely even noticed,” Emily scoffed, crossing her arms like a petulant child. 

“See, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that considering she’s cried herself to sleep every night since she’s been here,” Jane said, taking another terrifying step forward, stabbing her finger wildly into the air. 

She had been the one to hold you while you sobbed yourself to sleep because you were sure Emily had fallen out of love with you. The one who watched you agonize over every interaction you had with your girlfriend leading up to camp, trying to find where you had gone wrong. The one who listened to you degrade yourself for apparently driving Emily away and right into Lindsey’s arms. She was watching as you literally ripped yourself apart over this. 

“And what, You didn’t enjoy comforting your new girlfriend?” Lindsey scoffed loudly, shoving Jane’s hand (which was practically touching her chest) away. 

“What?” Jane asked shocked. 

Emily peeked over Lindsey’s shoulder, scowling at the keeper. Anyone with eyes knew what they meant. “Look, I know she’s cheating so you can both drop the friends act,” 

Jane oils to help the laugh that bubbled out of her lips. God, Emily was clueless if she thought you two were anything more than friends. Sure you had tried in college, but there weren’t romantic feelings there. You both wanted such different things out of a partner and agreed that you were better off as friends. Emily was your person, and Jane would be damned if anyone said anything different. 

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think she wants anyone but you and if you weren’t so far up Horan‘s ass you would know that. If you wanna break up with her to date Miss Portland then grow some balls and do it, but don’t you dare try and ghost the sweetest person in the world,” 

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” Emily spat. 

Jane rolled her eyes. “No, because it would hurt her more than you already have. She loves you, and I thought you loved her. If you do, then you should show it,”

Emily seemed to soften at Jane’s words. She did love you, more than life itself. She really had to talk this whole thing out with you. Jane didn’t give her a chance to respond, deciding that storming off to find you and make sure you were ready for practice was a more productive use of time (she would never admit that it scared her a little to leave you alone these days). 

*****

Emily wasn’t a jealous person. At least she tried not to be. But it was really fucking difficult when it came to you and your friendship with Jane. Well, it was difficult in the beginning, when she had you next to her, but with you so far away it was nearly unbearable. 

She hadn’t minded that the Dash moved you into Jane’s apartment, but then the comments started and they wouldn’t leave her alone. Instead of turning to you, talking it out with you, she had gone running to her own best friend. And in her effort to run from the fear that you wouldn’t choose her, she had hurt you in the process. 

She watched you from across the field, taking in the slight tilt of your head and slump of your shoulders. You smiled tightly at the keeper as she approached you, but Emily could tell that it didn’t reach your eyes, even from across the field. She also knew it wasn’t the blinding smile you saved solely for her. How hadn’t she noticed it before?

 “Jane was a little crude but she’s right you know,” Lindsey said, wrapping an arm around Emily’s shoulder, her eyes easily finding you. 

She felt bad about how Emily was treating you. 

“About which part?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrow and crossing her arms. Jane had said a whole lot, and she couldn’t find it within herself to disagree with them. It was childish to ignore you, and for her to be oblivious to your obvious feelings. 

“Don’t play dumb,” Lindsey scoffed, pinching Emily’s side a little harder than necessary. She didn’t like being the middleman between the two of you. You were her friend too after all. 

Emily sighed crossing her arms a little tighter around herself. “I know. I need to talk to talk to her,”

“I’m sure when she finds out what’s bothering you, there’ll be a whole lot more than talking. Isn’t communication one of those rules between the two of you?” Lindsey asked with a smirk, laughing loudly when Emily shoved her. The team knew about your relationship… dynamic and Lindsey was sure Emily was in for it when you realized exactly why the defender had broken your most sacred agreement. 

“Shut up,”

Emily’s cheeks flavored up at the implication. He was sure you’d come up with a very… creative… way to aid her in expressing her feelings next time and show her how much you loved her when you found out what this whole thing was about. 

*****

You watched Emily very carefully from your perch on the end of the bed. She had dragged you here right after practice, and as soon as the door closed the words were pouring out of her lips. 

You sat quietly, letting her finally get out the emotions she had been keeping from you for so long. She explained how the comments on Houston’s latest photo of you and Jane had started this whole shit show, and how terrified she was that you would decide you didn’t want to deal with the distance. 

You let her pace back and forth as she told you about how she didn’t want to confront the issue, so she thought ignoring you would be a better course of action. It didn’t give you a chance to tell her that you didn’t want to be with her anymore. 

She finally paused, turning to look at you with wide tearful eyes, wringing her hands nervously in front of her. 

“I don’t have romantic feelings for Jane,” You said seriously, looking your girlfriend right in the eyes. You wanted her to know how true those words were. She knew that tone and had this been a different conversation it would have sent a chill down her spine. 

“I know I just-“ She started, but you cut her rambling off an eyebrow raise and your firm voice“Got jealous and thought that cutting your losses was better than coming to me,” 

It was a rule in your relationship- communication was king. The only way things got done was if you talked about them. You talked through every aspect of your relationship, every like and dislike, every limit and desire. This situation broke every rule you had established and that didn’t sit well with you. You couldn’t be the only one initiating (or trying to), she had to do it too (especially if she was uncomfortable with something) for this whole thing to work. It scared you a little that she had just shut down and run off to Lindsey. 

Emily nodded slightly, staring a hole in your shirt. 

“I thought you had moved on already,” She mumbled. 

You stood from the bed, gently using a finger to tilt her head so you could look her in the eyes. You raised an eyebrow. “So you got cozy with Lindsey to make me feel as jealous as you were and then wouldn’t respond to me as punishment?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would hurt less,” She mumbled, captivated by your y/e/c eyes and the little swirl of deeper emotion hidden inside. 

You nodded. stepping closer so your noises were almost touching and gently grasping her shoulders. “I love you Emily Ann Sonnett, even when you’re being a dumbass and ghosting me,” 

She could feel your breath fanning over her lips, only adding to the weight of your words. 

“I love you too,” Emily said, and you could see the truth to her words in her blue eyes. 

You smirked. “I know,” 

You leaned down and finally connected your lips. She grabbed your collar and pulled you closer, pouting all of her emotions into the kiss, trying to show you how much she loved you and how sorry she was for hurting you. 

Your lips moved together in a very familiar dance, slow and full of all of the emotions between you. At some point, you had flipped the two of you around so Emily was seated on edge of the bed. You pulled back and began to trail kisses down your girlfriend’s neck. 

She tilted her head to give you more room, sighing and moaning as you trailed your way down her chest, stomach, and thighs, placing kisses as you went until you were kneeling between her legs. Your fingers toyed with the waistband of her pants, an annoying cocky smirk plaster on your face when she whined that you were going too slow. 

“No, no baby girl. We’re going to work on your communication skills, so I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me exactly what you want,” 

[shinymooncolor]

hey! you don’t have to answer this, but i know close to nothing about hockey and my family and i have never really watched it and i’m starting to get very interested, but i have no idea where to start 😅 what do you think i should focus on first, as a newbie? what should i absolutely know as a fan? what teams are pretty good in your opinion? again, thanks for your help if ever you see this p.s: i really love your posts and they bring a smile to me face, so thank you for your hard work! <3

Hi!

Ohhh well. First of all. Welcome to the nerve wracking, nail biting, jaw clenching, gut wrenching, heartbreaking and utterly incredible world of (ice) hockey. Angry muscle machines on skates chasing a tiny rubber puck in the nhl and their goddess equivalents in wnhl - what’s not to love?

You’ve decided on a hell of a year to join. Due to Covid, the normal system was paused and a recent bubble playoffs series played and later won by Tampa Bay Lightning a few weeks ago. The new season would’ve begun last week but is currently expected to start around December.

I’d say the best starting point would be to watch some games - YouTube has a lot of highlights, game compilations etc. and browse hockey tumblr. Hockey tumblr is a great combination of hockey gossip, game reviews, fans sharing their love, passion and (hateful) opinions about players, clubs and the sport in general.

My personal team faves are a handful - you see, the league is “split” into two conferences - east and west and within here a few other divisions dictating who the teams will play on a more recent basis. The clubs in the nhl being split over North America and Canada means a lot of ground to cover and therefore it’s split like this - time zones, distance and whatever. So maybe decide on a conference first? East or west.

I’m an eastern conference gal meself, but the west sure has its merits too.

So. Teams. You’re about to start a rumble here 😂

I am a personal fan of the Pittsburgh Penguins 🐧 they play good hockey, in spite of their idiot general manager (I’ve got posts detailing why he’s an ass hat extraordinarie). They’re captained by Canada’s hockey savior, Sidney Crosby: hockey robot, yellow crocs enthusiast , triple gold member (youngest captain to get all three?) and the goodest boy in the league. He’s been heralded as the next great one yada yada since he was about 5? And shot pucks into a dryer back in Canada - with that came a lot of shit for the poor guy who, in his own words, just wants to play hockey. And he’s good. He’s got his team of French Canadian d-men (letang, dumo), a whole lot of goalie drama which seems to be a pattern and his Russian (husband) assistant captain Evgeni Malkin who’s got the cutest kid, a really cool wifey (seriously her insta is 10000 better than geno’s own) and a wicked sense of humor which he conviently hides behind his “English big bad today” excuse to avoid media on a daily basis (he’s played this card since his wild escape and temporary defection from Russia back in 2006) seriously google it. It’s wild. They’ve won three cups since 2009, they’re contenders in the playoffs most years and their pr department provides some hilarious videos of captain Canada and his Russian (husband) A. It’s a true love story. Sue me. We’ve got an intense rivalry with philly and the caps. Seriously. That orange flyers jersey is intense - even if philly’s mascot is the next president.

Funnily enough, my strange obsession with Russian hockey players have led to the most disturbing but developing club crush on the Washington capitals who are the penguins’ nemesis.

I mean, this club led by the one and only gr8 8 mr Alexander Ovechkin is a rollercoaster of emotion and hot daddies in skates armed with sticks and a murder Swede.

So. Washington caps used to be a joke in the league until they went and drafted mr ovechkin first overall, brought him to the capital and let him do his thing. He’s got a rep for being a hell of a lot of fun on the ice (if you’re on his team) and one of those players that people love to hate (even if they can’t take away how freakishly good he is at hockey) - look up his impossible goal(s)! He’s an exuberant, fun loving Russian with a heart of gold and a missing tooth. In 2007, the caps went shopping for a center just for ovi who needed a playmaker and a slap shot feeeder - they went and drafted the Swedish angel (maybe assassin) (Lars) Nicklas Backstrom - and the purest hockey marriage was forged. The actual words (we needed a center for ovi and ovi wanted backstrom) have been said. Yes, these two Are now famously the mama and papa of the caps and they have a roster of unruly (and handsome) hockey babies with the fighting menace Tom Wilson, bird impersonator and Russian cat Evgeni Kuznetzov and a whole army of other adorable (albeit hockey playing menaces) babies. Most recently they had the leagues daddiest daddy goalie Mr Holtbeast as the fun and handsome canadien cowboy uncle but he’s ventured to Vancouver to adopt a new group of hockey babies. To compensate, the caps went shopping in New York and brought the one and only king Henrik from the crease in msg to be the goalie mentor for baby Russian caps goalie and to keep the daddy energy flowing.

(Seriously why are Swedish players part time models? Their national team strategy is to be so handsome the other teams are distracted. It’s a thing. Look it up)

I also love a handful of other players on other teams (I really don’t dislike any team in particular - but you’ll meet some dedicated and strong minded fans here)

Erik Horse Johnson, Cale Makar and Nikita Zadorov (Colorado Avs - zad have recently been traded to the blackhawks (not sure how I feel about that). Phwucking fun team. Who needs teeth anyways.

Marc Andre Fleury (Vegas now but hell always be a penguin to me)

The Russian gang in Tampa - and giant Swede victor Hedman (seriously he’s massive)

The canes (Carolina) and their collective of Finnish and Russian babies (aho, svech) with chaotic Marty and former penguin Baby Staal as captain

And a whole lot of others too. It’s hard to choose.

The Dallas stars and the most precious bean of them all (Russian) dobby - Anton khudobin their backup goalie turned playoffs hero and fashion icon. The man said we’re not going home and threw the entire team on his back and dragged them to the final. And their homoerotically charged captain and his alt captain and their Hollywood epic soap worthy relationship. Stallions, people, Stallions...

Btw we like to project our brash queerness onto this league. You’ll learn why quickly. There’s only so much talks about hot hands, slick moves, eternal love for teammates and quite frankly obscene (sexy) amounts of kneeling, roughing (let’s face its it’s just aggressive cuddling) and teammates honorably defending teammates.

Anyways. I love hockey. He. Sorry.

Fun fact I’ve dragged @canesinthecrease kicking and screaming into the hellhole that is the caps and I’m working on convincing @dontpuckwithme about the incredibly sexy thing that is Russians and Canadians being secretly married in Pittsburgh.

Great, sexy, amazing, cool, smart and wonderful hockey ladies to follow for even more amazing content on more clubs (the hurricanes - also a team I’m starting to love). They’re my queer sherpas and emotional support network.

Hope you can use this dear (new) hockey friend and mutual 💖🐧

[tysonbaerrie]

my heart is on fire (my mind is unwell)

@austonandersen requested angsty but happy Freddie/Auston, so here is a short fic featuring some pining!Auston with a little internalized biphobia (fair warming). I hope you enjoy, my love!

Two hours after word comes down that the season has been postponed, Auston has sent no less than thirteen texts to Mitch. He’s never been good at downtime, and now that he’s staring down at a lack of hockey for an indeterminate amount of time….well, Auston can’t be held responsible for choosing to blow up his friend’s phone. 

Go bother Fred Mitch texts back

We’re supposed to be self-quarantining Mitchy Auston texts back, and Mitch immediately responds with a series of eye roll emojis. 

As if that’s really gonna keep you away from Fred for long

Auston has no real argument for that. He and Freddie are pretty much inseparable at this point. He only lives a few floors above Auston, and they’ve been spending even more time together since they had mutually adopted Jack. Mitch is his best friend, but Freddie is...something else. Auston’s too much of a coward to really examine what, exactly, that something else is. But it’s definitely not strictly friends, Auston can admit that much. The way his skin lights up when he touches Freddie, the swooping feeling in his stomach when Freddie looks at him with that intense stare he does so well, as if he can see straight through to Auston’s soul. The way that Auston wants to reach across the space between them and wrap himself around Freddie, press until he and Freddie are practically one being. 

Yeah, definitely not strictly friends. 

His phone pings again and he feels that familiar swooping when Freddie’s name pops up. 

You wanna come up?

Isn’t that against the rules?

You’re driving Mitch crazy. Get up here. 

Auston doesn’t need to be told twice, and twenty minutes later he’s knocking on Freddie’s door, six pack in hand as he bounces his weight from one foot to the other. Freddie opens the door, looking delightfully rumpled in a pair of gray sweatpants and a Leafs hoodie, his hair a mess that Auston wants to run his fingers through and mess up even more. 

“I was not driving Mitch crazy.” Auston points out as Freddie steps aside to let him in. 

“Tell Mitch that.” Freddie retorts, and Auston scoffs as he stomps across the room and puts the beer in the fridge. “Chel?”

Auston leaps over the back of the couch, and he doesn’t miss Freddie rolling his eyes as he walks around the couch like a normal person. He hands the extra controller to Auston and fires up the game. They play a few rounds, Auston wiggling on the couch until he’s comfortable, his feet in Freddie’s lap, and the other man doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“Sucks that this is the only hockey we can play.” Auston grumbles, and Freddie chuckles.

“We should Instagram live it.” Freddie replies. “Let the fans see at least some hockey.”

“Might be better than what we’ve given them lately.”

“Don’t do that.” Freddie pauses the game and sets down his controller.

“Why not? Everyone else is.”

“Slumps happen to everyone, to every team.” Freddie points out, and Auston sighs heavily and moves further down on the couch, crossing his arms across his chest and huffing. 

He remains silent, staring at nothing until he feels Freddie’s hand wrap around his ankle. It only takes a moment for Freddie’s thumb to move, rubbing lightly at the space between the hem of Auston’s sweatpants and his sock. Auston glances up and sees that Freddie is scrolling through his phone. Just that simple touch makes Auston feel like he’s on fire, and he pulls out his own phone to distract himself before he does something supremely stupid. 

The thing is, Auston knows deep down what his not-strictly-friends feelings for Freddie are. They’re the same feelings he stuffed in a deep, dark corner of his heart the first time one of his lineys looked at him that way in Juniors. The same feelings he felt when he got drunk at a party in Zurich and ended up making out with a blonde university student two inches taller than him with glasses and scruff that left him with beard burn the next day. He likes women, likes their soft curves and long hair and sweet smiles. Likes fucking them, having a bit of fun on the road where nothing is expected except a good time. But this is Fred, his Fred, his best friend and teammate and one of the most important people in his life. And yeah, he wants to press himself against Freddie, kiss him until they’re both high from it. He wants to suck Fred’s cock, let the goalie open him up and have Fred fuck him into the mattress.

But, Auston realizes, he also wants the softer things. He wants to wake up in Fred’s bed the next morning, wants Freddie wrapped around him. He wants to cook breakfast with him, give him soft kisses as they drink their coffee. He wants to drive to the rink with him, holding hands in the car. He wants to let his hand rest on Freddie’s thigh at team dinners, let Freddie kiss his cheek and make Auston blush so hard their team will chirp him mercilessly. He wants to go home with Fred every night and do it all over again the next day. He wants...

Shit. 

He loves Freddie. 

He is in love with Freddie. 

While he had been lost in his thoughts, Freddie’s hand moved further up, slipping underneath Auston’s sweatpants to knead the muscle of his calf. He freezes when he feels Auston tense underneath him, and looks up from his phone to raise an eyebrow. 

“Are you okay, Aus?”

“I love you.” Auston blurts out before he can stop himself, and he watches as Freddie’s eyes grow wide, his hand slipping from Auston. 

“Shit, I-” Auston begins, pulling his legs away and sitting up on the couch. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Aus…” Freddie begins, and Auston shakes his head and pushes himself off of the couch. 

“I’m sorry, Fred, I didn’t…” Auston can feel his breathing growing heavier, faster, and he paces for a moment before darting toward the door. He’s only stopped when Freddie’s arm flies out, wrapping around his bicep. “I’m so sorry, I can’t believe-”

“Hey, Aus, it’s okay.” Freddie assures him, and Auston shakes his head. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You’re one of my best friends, and I just...just please don’t tell anyone, Fred.”

“Tell them what?” Freddie asks gently, and Auston feels shame wash over him when he feels tears pricking the corner of his eyes. “Talk to me.”

“That I...like guys. Please don’t tell anyone.” Auston whispers. He’s never admitted it to anyone, and he had hoped that if he ever did tell anyone that he would feel relief. Now? Now he only feels panic. 

“I would never.” Freddie assures him, his hand sliding up to Auston’s neck and pulling until Auston is looking at him. “Auston, that’s something only you should get to tell. Not anyone else. But I’m glad that you told me.”

“But I also told you…” Auston trails off, trying to look away but Freddie holds him steady just like he always does. He doesn’t move as Freddie leans in closer, slowly, waiting for Auston to pull away. When he doesn’t, Auston feels as if he’s been punched in the gut when Freddie’s lips brush his, close-mouthed and chaste. He kisses Auston once, twice, three times before pulling away enough to lock eyes with Auston. 

“I love you too.” Freddie whispers, and a wet laugh escapes Auston. Freddie’s other hand comes up to cradle Auston’s face. Auston doesn’t realize that he’s crying until Fred’s thumb runs across his cheek, and Auston finds Freddie looking at him with a kind of exasperated fondness. 

“Please don’t cry, elskede.” Freddie pleads, and Auston pulls Freddie toward him until he can wrap himself around Freddie, push his face into Freddie’s neck. Freddie responds immediately, his arms sliding up Auston’s back and moving up and down in a soothing pattern that has Auston slowly relaxing against the goalie. 

“I’m sorry.” Auston finally mumbles against Freddie’s skin, and he takes no small delight in the way he feels Freddie shudder against him. 

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Freddie assures him, one hand coming up to comb through Auston’s hair. He tugs gently and Auston pulls away from Freddie’s neck to meet his eyes. “I just want you to be okay.”

“I am.” Auston promises. He leans in and Freddie meets him without hesitation. And this time, it’s anything but chaste when Freddie takes control of the kiss, urging Auston to open up under him. Auston groans, his grip on Freddie’s waist tightening when Freddie’s tongue brushes against his own. He lets Freddie pull him until they’re back on the couch, Auston settling into Freddie’s lap as they continue to make out lazily, as if they have all the time in the world. They kind of do, Auston realizes, and suddenly his mind is filled with a thousand ideas of how to fill up the time until hockey comes back. 

He can’t wait to get to them all. 

[lickrustdavid]

Should I Walk By Again A hockey game, a slowly-failing business, talks of skin care, and a mutual crush.  Rated E  3.2k AO3

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David only comes to these stupid hockey games for Alexis. She’s been to almost every single game since she and Ted started dating, and once they got engaged she started inviting David. He’s really not into sports at all and doesn’t understand how anyone can find that much physical endurance fun. This is only his fifth week coming, wrapped in his warm sweater as he sits on the cold bleachers, hot chocolate warming his hands. 

“Remind me again why I’m here?” David huffs, glaring at Alexis, who’s got Ted's other jersey on. She looks cute, he has to admit, wearing her fiancés too-big jersey in support, her blond hair curled and falling down past her shoulders. 

“Uhm, because David, I told you- Ted told me he wished you’d come because then it could be a family thing,” she looks at him with her eyebrows raised. “He’s told me like twenty times the past month how hes always excited to see you here. You’re going to be brother in laws soon, he just wants to be part of the family.” 

“Right,” David frowns. “But couldn't we do something else together? Like...I bet he’d like manicures! Or I could shop with him for new clothes?” 

“Da-vid!” 

“Fine! I’ve been here the past month haven’t I? I even watched that one guy break his arm? That was traumatizing Alexis!” 

Alexis rolls her eyes. “Whatever David. Just…” her expression softens a little, going kind of shy. “I just want him to feel like there’s more than one person rooting for him in the family. I know Mom and Dad like him, but I also know Mom will never come to a game, and Dad’s so busy with the motel…” she trails off, eyes darting all over the large ice house. 

“I suppose,” David sighs, looking like he’s about to regret his next words. “I suppose that there could be worse things to be doing. We’re at least in the city, and there’s food here, so…” 

“Thank you David,” Alexis brightens up, watching the game. He grumbles about being hungry and gets up to go find a pretzel. He’s not been paying attention to the game, too busy texting Stevie and browsing Instagram. Looking at the scoreboard, he sees their team is up four points to Lancaster. That’s good right? Promising? Maybe? He stands in line, deciding next time he’s inviting Stevie too. After getting his pretzel and making it back to the stands, he tries to actually watch the game, begrudgingly letting Alexis take a pinch of the pretzel, too. 

Because they’re in Elm Glenn (which is where Ted and Jake both play, because it’s the closest minor league hockey team), their team is in their home jerseys, dark blue. David watches most of the team start going towards the opposite goal, Lancaster in all white jerseys. Ted, number 12, is speeding down the rink along side another guy, who hits the puck into the goal, completely missing the goalie, going straight into the net on the upper right corner. 

“...and newcomer Brewer makes the shot! The Guardian’s win!!” The commentator says into the mic. Everyone on their side of the rink yells and claps and hollers. David claps a little, but not too much, because that would mean possibly dropping his pretzel, and that’s absolutely not happening. Alexis is bouncing up and down on her heels, grinning widely. Ted is good for her, David thinks. He’s known this for a long time, but it’s reaffirmed now, seeing how happy she is. He tries not to think about his own love life, or lack thereof, and takes another bite. 

A good twenty minutes later, Ted is walking up to them, sweaty and red faced, but happy. He’s got shoes on now, instead of his skates. “You did so good, babe! Like...so good!” 

“Yeah...you did great,” David offers, wishing half heartedly that he knew more about hockey so he could at least seem like he knew what he was talking about. 

Ted leans in close to Alexis for a quick kiss and then beams at David. 

“Thanks bud! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Oh, hey, hold on…” Ted walks a few paces over to where a guy that looks a little out of place is standing. He has on an Elm Glenn jersey too, but David’s not sure he’s ever seen him before. True, he rarely pays attention to the players, but this man is beautiful, he knows he would have noticed him before.

“Guys, this is Patrick. He’s been on the team since Tuesday, since Mark broke his arm. He was great though wasn’t he? That last shot was golden!” 

Alexis shakes his hand and compliments him, but David’s barely aware of it all, as he stares at the guy- Patrick. As he stares at Patrick. He’s smaller than Ted, but still muscular, his brown hair wavy, like maybe if he grew it out, he’d have curls. His eyes are a warm brown, and when David meets them he has to look away, the intensity too much. 

“Hi, I’m David...Alexis’s brother,” David is suddenly very aware of the older Givenchy sweater he’s wearing, sure he probably looks more dingy than he’d like. “You uhm...you played great!” Played great? Come on Rose. Jesus. 

“David...nice to meet you,” Patrick’s smile is more of a smirk, kind of cocky. “Thank you. I was nervous to start on the team, but everyone’s been great. I live in Schitt’s Creek too, just moved here. Ted and Jake have been great.” 

“Oh! You should totally come have dinner with us then,” Alexis pipes up, looking at David with a knowing smile. “We’d love to get to talk more, wouldn't we David?” 

David shoots her a withering glare. “Yeah. You should come.” 

“Oh, I don’t want to intr-“ 

“It’s a tradition! Seriously, it’ll be fun. I insist,” Ted speaks up, his golden retriever attitude coming out. David snorts as Patrick looks a little overwhelmed. 

“Sure, I’ll come.” 

“Great!! We’ll meet you at the cafe?” Alexis wraps an arm around Ted. After a nod from Patrick, both men go back to the locker room to change. 

“What the fuck, Alexis?” 

Alexis has the audacity to just shrug. David is going to kill her, and her weird ability to seem to be able to read his mind. 

“Look, Ted told me he’s single, just broke up with his like...high school on again off again girlfriend or something. And he’s super nice, and kind of hot, in a weird, cute way. All I’m saying, is it might be good for you to put yourself out there.” 

David rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to shake her. “One problem- you said girlfriend. Clearly he’s not into guys.” 

“Wow, okay, you of all people should know not to judge. From what Ted’s told me, he’s bi. They were talking about celebrity crushes or something while practicing and Patrick said he’d die to kiss Sebastian Stan, sooo….” 

At least his taste in celebrities isn’t awful, David thinks. “He’s not going to be into me. I’m like, the furthest thing away from Sebastian Stan. But whatever. We’re getting dinner with him. Let’s go.” 

The forty five minute drive is filled with 90’s pop music and Alexis talking about Jared Leto’s apparent new yacht. They get to the cafe and sit in their usual booth, but when Twyla sits the usual three menus down, Alexis grins. “Actually, Twy, we need another tonight. One of Ted’s teammates is coming too.” 

“Oh! Okay! That’s really nice of you guys, I know when Jake tried to-“ 

“Jake’s different from this guy, we have a...history,” David grimaces, trying to push the weird thruple memory out of his head. A few moments after Twyla’s put the other menu down and headed back to the kitchen, Ted walks in, followed shortly after by Patrick, and oh...okay. Wow. Patrick looks amazing in his deep blue sweater and khakis. Usually not the type of thing David’s into (he tried dating that one jcrew model back in his early twenties but…), but it suits Patrick, and he looks especially...cozy. 

Alexis kisses Ted’s cheek when he sits, and David scoots down on his side to let Patrick have room. He smells like cedar, citrus and...oak moss, maybe? David’s mind flashes to one of the Burberry colognes he’d sampled a while back while at the mall with Stevie. 

“When did you move here?” Alexis asks Patrick, as they all browse over the menu. He looks up and smiles. 

“Two weeks ago.” 

“Oh wow, so you’re like...really new,” she laughs a little.

“Yeah, uhm,” Patrick clears his throat. “I uh...needed a change. So I came here. I work for Ray Butani?” 

Both Alexis and David groan, making Patrick and Ted laugh. 

“He’s not that bad,” Patrick tries to defend his boss. “I mean...he’s a talker, that’s for sure, but...what do you guys do?” 

Alexis starts rambling about Interflix and her PR stuff, and David tunes her out, thinking about what she’d said earlier about Patrick being single. He’s pulled out of his thoughts when a hand touches his shoulder. Patrick’s looking at him, a mix of amusement and worry on his face

“What?”

“I asked what you did,” he laughs a little, lips quirking up. David blushes and sees Alexis talking to Ted. 

“Oh...oh, uhm. I own Rose Apothecary, across the street.” 

Patrick’s eyebrows raise. “Wow, that’s...amazing. I haven’t been in yet, but I’ve walked by, it seems really nice. I’ll have to stop in,” he assures, and David feels his heart stutter. 

“Oh..you don’t...you don’t have to. It’s a lot of face care and candles and…” he trails off, thinking Patrick wouldn’t be interested in anything his store has to offer. 

“And what makes you think I’m not into that kind of stuff? I mean...I know my skin could use some work but...maybe you could recommend some stuff…” Patrick looks hesitant. 

“Your skin is good, especially if you don’t do anything to it,” David frowns. “But...yes, I’d be happy to help. Your t-zone could use work.” He watches pink blossom on Patrick’s neck and cheeks. Cute. 

“You should stop in before it’s closed,” Alexis pipes in, and David kicks her under the table, glaring. “What? I’m being realistic David. I don’t want it to close either, but..” 

Patrick is looking at him, frowning. “Why would it be closing?” 

“Uhm….well...I don’t,” David groans, wishing he could smack Alexis. Of course he now has to explain to this cute stranger why his business is failing. “I’m not great with numbers? And my dad...he’s trying to help. He co-owns the motel with my best friend Stevie. But…” he trails off, feeling his whole face heat up. 

“Oh,” Patrick suddenly looks much more worried. “I went to school for business...I’m really good at forecasting numbers, I can take a look if you want?”

David isn’t sure whether to be amazed or insulted or embarrassed. He’s maybe all three. “As nice as that is, I think I can handle it on my own, but thank you,” he clears his throat, then gives Patrick a small smile, hoping he’s not offended him. 

“Of course David, sorry for overstepping.” 

At that moment, they’re interrupted by Twyla, who takes their orders. David expects Patrick to order a beer, but is surprised to hear him order mint tea. It’s a pleasant change from every other guy he’s met here. The dinner is easy with Patrick there, the dynamic hasn’t changed. If anything, now David has someone to talk to while Alexis and Ted have little private moments. It’s nice. By the time they’re all outside in the cool autumn air, David’s surprised to find he doesn’t really want the night to end, happy that the slight awkwardness about his business hasn’t actually deterred the nice company. 

“It was great meeting you,” Patrick looks at the Rose’s, then turns to look at just David. “I might stop in soon, see about some new face care,” he winks, and David tries to stop from smiling. After saying by to Ted, Patrick gets in his silver Kia and drives off. Tonight has been a surprisingly good one, and with that, David goes to text Stevie. 

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“So, Alexis just told this guy all about your business having issues?” Stevie’s eyebrows are knitted together, eyes a little wide. “I mean...I knew she was stupid, but-“ 

“She just fucking trashed my whole store. In front of him!” 

“And what did he say?” Stevie leans over the front desk, watching As David paces around the small check in. He feels antsy, like if he doesn’t keep moving he’s going to fall into the pit of despair he always falls into when something isn’t going the way he’s planned. 

“He offered to help? Which, who does that?! Who offers to help a complete and total stranger with their financial issues? It was mortifying,” he huffs, shaking his head. “He works for Ray, apparently. Just moved here two weeks ago,” David adds, chewing on his lip. 

“Well...I don’t know David. I know it’s a little sketchy, but. If your dads not even having luck, maybe it couldn’t hurt? You said he went to school for business?” 

David widens his eyes, mouth open. “Are you siding with him?!” His hands fly upwards. 

“No! No...I just,” Stevie looks away. “You’ve worked so hard, and the store is amazing. I don’t want to see you fail.” 

Feeling a lump in his throat, David blinks rapidly, then rubs his eyes. “...I guess it couldn’t hurt...to at least see what he has to say,” he decides. “Thank you...for believing in me.” 

“Of course, I’m your best friend. What else am I going to do? You need to talk to him,” Stevie gives him another small smile. “Okay, too much emotion. Go work.” 

“Thanks Stevie,” David calls as he leaves and heads over to the Apothecary for another day of what he’s sure will be slow business. He has to tamper down the smallest bit of hope that maybe, Patrick Brewer can help him. 

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As expected, business is slow, but not slower than normal. There’s been the few stragglers, but also a handful of people buying body milk or new candles. The bell chimes while David is eating a sandwich, and it takes a moment for him to swallow and go out. If it’s Jocelyn, he swears he’s going to tell her they’re closed. Stepping out from behind the curtain, he freezes. Patrick is standing at the middle table, a bottle of the body milk in his hand, reading the label. 

“What can I help you with?” David walks over, smiling. Patrick’s eyes find his own, the man's face lighting up. He’s wearing Levi jeans and a light blue sweater today, and while usually that kind of mid range denim and sweater would make him cringe, seeing it on Patrick isn’t bad- it suits him. 

“David! It’s so different from what I pictured, but better,” Patrick assures. “It’s calming...an oasis in the desert of Schitt’s Creek.” 

“How philosophical of you,” David shakes his head a little. “But thank you, it...it’s something that helps living here, I guess,” he shrugs. Patrick nods, then looks around. 

“So...are you still willing to show me the skin care products you were raving about?” 

David nods and flits around, in his element now. He’s happy Patrick’s going to see him here, instead of a hockey game. He picks up a couple different glass jars and a tube. He can tell, as he shows everything to Patrick, that he’s out of his element, so David takes a breath and starts again. 

“This,” he holds up the first bottle. “This is for washing your face. It’s like the baseline of good skin care. Literally just use it twice a day, it’s easy, I promise. You can’t go wrong.” Patrick nods, which makes David laugh. “I know it’s overwhelming, but it gets easier.” 

“Next is your toner. All you have to do is put some on a cotton ball and swipe it all over your face. There’s a spray too, but the cotton ball lets you make sure you get it evenly everywhere. It takes off any left over face wash, balances oils, and evens skin tone. Lastly,” David holds up the little tube. “This is moisturizer. This one specifically is good for combination skin types. You probably get oily on your t-zone but dry out everywhere else. It’s also got spf 50 sunscreen in it, which will help protect your pale skin.” 

Patrick seems to actually be understanding this time, smiling along. “So face wash, toner, moisturizer. Got it. That’s pretty easy,” he says, and David nods. 

“Just remember not to wipe your face like...ever. Pat it dry. That’ll help not clog your pores. And cold water to rinse the face wash off.” David puts the three items up on the counter, watching as Patrick continues to look around. He stops at the scarves hanging on the back wall, touching the black one. 

“This is soft.” 

“100 percent cat hair,” David admits, making Patrick instantly drop it. “Allergic?” 

“Yeah, don’t really feel like going into a Benadryl induced coma right now,” Patrick laughs, scrunching his nose up. It should be illegal to be as cute as he is. 

“So, uhm,” David wrings his hands together as Patrick turns to look at him. His eyes are trained on David, making him feel exposed. “After talking with Stevie...I think...does your offer still stand on looking at some of the store’s numbers?” He’s nervous and embarrassed, staring at the floor, and then Patrick’s closer. 

“Of course, David. I’d be happy to. Just let me know a good time that works for you, and I’ll come over. It can be whenever, during store hours or not, I’d just be in the back anyway.” 

David lets out a sigh of relief. “I uhm...We could do Thursday, if you’re free?” He needs some time to tell his dad that he’s found someone to help, so he’s not blindsided and offended. 

“Sounds perfect to me,” Patrick looks at the tea at the front of the middle table and grabs a bag of the mint, setting it on the counter too. 

“Good choice. It’s popular,” David nods at the paper bag with the loose leaves in it. 

“Have you not had it?” 

“I am...not a fan of tea, I’d rather have coffee, like, injected into my blood,” David talks as he rings the items up. He glares a little at the laugh that comes from the other man's mouth. “Coffee is an essential way of getting my energy, I’ll have you know.” 

“Of course, David,” Patrick smirks, and okay, it should be illegal to be that cute, especially when he’s in a boring button down and Levi’s. “Thank you for the lesson on skin care, and I guess I’ll see you Thursday?” He looks like he wants to say something else but stops himself at the last second. Watching him walk out the door, and down the sidewalk, his breath catches when Patrick stops mid step, turn around, then pause. As if he’s talking to himself, Patrick bites his lip and then turns back around, decidedly walking away this time. David can’t help but let his mind wander to all the possibilities of what Patrick might have said, or why he would have come back, for the rest of the day. 

[hockeytexts]

Damage- Auston Matthews

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OKAY THANK YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!

So maybe (Y/N) had a hard time understanding where life would take her, she after all was in her 20′s and apparently according to everyone around her. That is supposed to be her stupid period where she can make mistakes and live her life to the fullest.

Yet, as soon as (Y/N) had moved to Toronto in the summer before her school year started. (Y/N) had never felt more alone. 

She had joined the University of Toronto and it was exciting, especially since she had never left home a day in her life like this at all.

Surely it was supposed to be fun and independence was a thing she had to learn, so that summer she adjusted and slowly started gaining friends in order for her not to be lonely.

An easy thing to do in a city like Toronto, so (Y/N) forced herself to be social and that meant going into clubs she didn’t remember the name of by the end of the night. It was fine with her because that’s how she became friends with Freddie Andersen and why she was currently in his apartment playing scrabble. 

“You fucking cheater” (Y/N) said to Freddie who just laughed at her before placing an E on the board earning him a triple word score. “How do you cheat in scrabble (Y/N)?” Freddie asked his friend who just shrugged before looking at her letters.

“You know what this is bullshit I don’t even like scrabble who suggested this?” (Y/N) asked in a defeated tone, she hated to be defeated in any way possible. Freddie rolled his eyes at his over dramatic friend before getting her a cup of water.

“What’s this for Freddie?” (Y/N) asked before grabbing the cup and taking sips out of it before Freddie replied with a “you seemed thirsty”. The subtle jab making (Y/N) wonder why she was friends with the goalie, he was quiet but honestly that was just because of the media in Toronto being annoying.

Freddie laughed before getting a text and seconds later, six guys busted into the living room surprising the two of you. “What the fuck I gave you guys that key for an emergency” Freddie said to the group of guys who were looking at him expectantly.

“It is an emergency, Kappy is finally going to do it” A blonde piped up within the group, the proclamation of this making Freddie pop up and get his coat. All of the guys filing out while Freddie grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and bringing her along with the group before locking his door.

“Kappy! Kappy! Kappy!” The group chanted along with (Y/N), who was informed by the same blonde who said that Kappy is finally going to do something, what was going on. Whose name she learned was Morgan but everyone just called him Mo, he was a slight instigator but not meaning anything behind it and honestly was a generally funny guy.

(Y/N) had also met the rest of the group whose names she all learned, eyes lingering on Auston’s for just a little bit too long. He was attractive to her what could she say?

(Y/N) shook her head of the thoughts of the pretty brunette before continuing to chant for Kappy in order to eat one of the biggest cheeseburgers she’d ever seen. Learning that the burger just wasn’t a burger but a ‘I’m getting over my ex girlfriend, Annika, burger’ since she was vegan and meat was the last thing she’d ever touch.

This burger meant more than just earning a spot on the wall of a cool restaurant in Toronto, it meant getting over his ex. (Y/N) was in full support of this and when he accomplished eating everything, everyone cheered for him. Everyone happy that he could finally do it.

The group talked while Kappy was getting his picture taken, the pretty brunette (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about soon started up a conversation with her. “Wow you really are a nerd” he said in reference to her Star Wars shirt she currently had on.

“Hey fuck you Star Wars fucks” (Y/N) defending her movie before the brunette laughed before revealing that he was Auston. Names being all jumbled up in her head so she was thankful for the fact that Auston told her his name again.

“Explain those prequels then” Auston said to her, (Y/N) opening up her mouth to defend her movies when she realized something. “So you have watched them!” (Y/N) replied wondering how he had the audacity to make fun of her for something he was very much guilty for himself.

“You know what, I’m not going to tell you. I like to make people wonder sometimes” Auston explained. 

(Y/N) smiled, she was completely fucked by this boy and she knew it.

“Auston what the fuck, why did you go into my Instagram DMs?” (Y/N) shouted at Auston who was looking grumpily at her. They had reached their one year mark and were supposed to be celebrating today, that’s not how it worked out. “Yeah apparently you’ve been going through the whole NHL” Auston retorted while trying not to yell.

“Just because I message a guy doesn’t mean shit, I have friends too. You have girls lined up for you and trust you” (Y/N) confessed showing an insecurity she never wanted to show. She was usually so confident when it came to Auston. 

Not when the girls pictures he liked looked like models, not when they have history, and especially when they give (Y/N) a look of ‘I feel so sorry for you not knowing what’s going on behind your back’. She was kind of fed up with everything but not when Auston didn’t trust her and she trusted him, even with him giving her every reason not to.

“You know what I thought I could trust you but what is this?” Auston asked pulling a message on her phone with Clayton Keller telling her that he was “so excited to see her in Arizona”. (Y/N) snatched her phone from Auston’s grip before going through her phone and pulling up an email on her.

Soon (Y/N) threw her phone on the table and went into their basically shared bedroom while Auston read her phone. The email congratulating her on being accepted to a prestigious internship in Arizona, a once in a lifetime opportunity. Auston soon scrolling through the messages with Clayton realizing he had fucked up and it was more harmless than he thought.

That realization coming too late when (Y/N) walked out of their bedroom with a suitcase and a puck from a game where he promised he scored for her. She set it down on the table before looking up at Auston with tears in her eyes, giving him a soft kiss before leaving.

 Auston standing frozen in place not knowing what he could do at that very moment. She was obviously broken and fighting for her would be pointless, Auston had thought. So he stayed in place while he looked at a picture of the two on their third place, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

“Auston” (Y/N) had smiled a radiant smile as she stood in front of her now ex boyfriend seemingly happier than ever at a mutual friends wedding. “(Y/N)” Auston said while eyeing the boy she showed up with. Blonde hair, green eyes, and seemingly the picture of perfection which from what Auston saw; it was perfection. 

The first jab at Auston’s heart was how he looked at her and only her, something Auston knew he should’ve always done for her. Yet they both knew his wandering eye got the pair into a couple of fights during their relationship. 

“Auston this is Tanner” (Y/N) smiled as she beamed at him, another jab because she never looked that happy with him. At least towards the end of their relationship, she looked miserable dating Auston and he felt bad he caused that. 

“Hi I’m Aus-” Auston started before Tanner interrupted and said “Auston Matthews, pretty much everyone in the hockey world knows who you are man”. Tanner beaming due to him not being an asshole, making the plan that was forming in Auston’s plan all the much worse.

“Oh thanks, so how did the two of you meet?” Auston asked in order to be polite, he didn’t care about their relationship whatsoever. “We met during a movie showing of a film we both like, we started having movie nights and coffee shop talks and it bloomed from there” (Y/N) said before Tanner kissed (Y/N)’s temple causing her to scrunch up her face in happiness. 

The two laughing causing the last and final jab to Auston’s heart he could take, he had to get Tanner away from (Y/N). He texted Mitch who soon enough distracted Tanner enough to let (Y/N) slip away from Tanner. 

“Yes Auston” (Y/N) said with an irritated tone proving that she wanted to be anywhere else. “I miss you” Auston said reaching out to touch her, (Y/N) backing away knowing that she would be putty in his hands if he touched her. Soon Auston had her putty in his hands just like he had planned, silently thinking to thank Mitch and he owed him big time.

“Auston we can’t-” (Y/N) said to Auston while looking up at him due to their height difference. Yet (Y/N) was the one to lean in and kiss him with a fervor she hadn’t felt in a long time. Soon letting Auston take her in the bathroom while he covered her mouth with his hands in order to not let anyone know what they were doing.

Auston falling more in love with her and (Y/N) letting all of the emotions she had suppressed reach the surface again after they both came. Setting (Y/N) down and letting her fix her hair and walk out of the bathroom to leave Auston with his thoughts while he waited for an acceptable time to leave.

Seemingly he left at the perfect time due to her breaking up with Tanner before she went off to the girls while the guys accepted Tanner for the night. Auston being a major player in that because he knew that he was a major reason the two broke up in the first place.

“We’re going to create a deal Auston” (Y/N) had texted Auston, explaining that until they got their feelings sorted out for each other, that they would hook up every time she came back to Toronto and he was there. That way the tension can be released when she came back and there would be none.

Auston subsequently agreed knowing that (Y/N) would be the death of her.

(Y/N) smirked as she saw a girl that supposedly was supposed to go back home with Auston tonight brag to all of her friends about this. She saw it in her eyes and the way she was acting, she knew she was going to be Auston’s next conquest but Auston hadn’t seen (Y/N) yet.

That would change everything and probably ruin the pretty red headed girls night, and honestly (Y/N) didn’t care about her. She had missed Auston and after being away for 3 months due to work sending (Y/N) Arizona, she knew she had to see him tonight.

So she made a plan to look amazing and dress in a way that would make Auston weak for her, and when they finally saw each other in the crowded club. (Y/N) knew she had made the right decision for the night, especially due to Auston immediately gravitating towards her.

“(Y/N)” Auston said while blatantly checking her out meaning (Y/N)’s plan worked and the red headed girl was the last thing in Auston’s mind right now.  “Hi” (Y/N) said back before hugging Auston and pulling back to check him out noting his all black attire which also was matching hers.

“How was Arizona?” Auston asked before the red headed girl came back to try to get Auston’s attention. Not realizing that this was (Y/N) and that (Y/N) could easily ruin her self confidence with just one laugh. Which is also what happened because (Y/N) let out a bitchy laugh before smirking and looking at the red head.

“What?” The girl rudely asked (Y/N) before rolling her eyes and looking directly at Auston. “Sorry Samantha” Auston said before wrapping his arm around (Y/N) and pulling her close, meaning that anything they had going was immediately stopped by (Y/N) being there.

“Bye Samantha it’s so sad we couldn’t have talked more” (Y/N) said sarcastically before waving bye at the girl. The two of them looked at her until she broke out into a “whatever” Samantha said before turning away and searching throughout the club to look for the group of girls she was with.

“Anyways, Arizona was great Auston I had a ton of fun and actually ran into Clayton and he said hey by the way” (Y/N) explained to Auston knowing exactly what she was doing again. “Is that all that you guys did, talk?” Auston asked angrily meaning (Y/N)’s plan worked.

She wanted to make him jealous, maybe even a little pissed off, because she is the only person in the world who could possibly piss him off to the extent she does.

“Yeah and I ran into your parents, sweetest people still I see” (Y/N) replied causing Auston to smile. Auston’s parents really did love (Y/N), seeing her as a daughter in law already and they weren’t even technically dating. “So what are you doing in Toronto?” Auston asked another question causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.

“What is this an interview? Come on let’s go back to my new apartment so that we can talk” (Y/N) said grabbing Auston’s hand and leading him back to her new apartment. The two doing more than talk but then again, they never just talked. The inevitable was unavoidable and they both knew it too.

“So I’m sitting there like what the fuck is happening, I started slipping and yeah it just wasn’t good” (Y/N) explained to the group of Leafs and their WAGs at brunch. Everyone laughing at (Y/N)’s recollection of one of her first times ice skating due to her being clumsy on the ice, which is funnier because she is friends with tons of NHL players who could teach her.

“You should learn to skate (Y/N), I could teach you” William Nylander telling (Y/N) since everyone was tired of her not knowing how to skate. This was especially due to her saying it’s okay and then moping while everyone else was having fun on the ice.

“Willie, I can easily teach her” Auston answered for (Y/N) before she shrugged and turned back to William and smiling at him. “Willie I would love that, don’t listen to Mr. Over Protective over there who never has time for me, and we could have some fun” (Y/N) said in a fake mocking tone.

(Y/N) soon winked at Willie who caught on fast and started insinuating that they would do more than learn how to skate. “(Y/N) maybe we have something to do that day” Auston said to the two who just looked at each other before turning back to Auston.

“Auston we didn’t even say a date yet” (Y/N) said trying to hold back a laugh before Willie smirked and slipped his arm behind (Y/N). “Okay but still and also-” Auston was about to say something else when he was interrupted by three fairly gorgeous fans.

“Hi can we take pictures with you guys” One with blonde hair asked while looking directly at Zach Hyman. “Sure” Mitch said to the girls who gave Steph the camera in order to take a picture with the guys.

“Auston can I just take a selfie with you” asked one of the girls to Auston, not missing the fact she was a gorgeous brunette who was one of those girls who was just hot. Auston smirking before nodding his head and actually smiling for once in a picture, causing (Y/N) to become angry.

He barely smiled for any of their photos, but here he was smiling for a random girl he just met and didn’t know the intentions of. (Y/N) rolled her eyes which Auston caught a glimpse of, making him more happy because he always seemed like the one to be jealous.

(Y/N) got annoyed but knew Auston wasn’t good with jealousy either so she went outside with Willie, they were close friends and they’d never try anything with him. Yet, (Y/N) wasn’t thinking straight and so she just went outside with him to calm down.

“(Y/N)?” Said Auston as he went outside to meet up with the two that left, not realizing he’d see Willie and (Y/N) kissing and his heart break into a thousand pieces.

“(Y/N)? Willie?” Auston asked causing the two to break apart and look at the broken boy. “Auston I-” (Y/N) reached out to him in order to take his hand, Auston soon flinching and moving away from the two.

He wanted an explanation but he also wanted to get as far away from the two as possible, he couldn’t do it right now. “I’m going to go now” Auston said before walking to his car, Auston not stopping to listen to the two screaming out for him.

Auston woke up with a leggy blonde next to him, becoming disgusted and angry with himself. This girl wasn’t (Y/N) and she may have been hot, but she wasn’t (Y/N) at all but then the feelings of yesterday popped up and soon he felt better.

“Austy” The blonde piped hugging him and trying to cuddle him, him shrugging her off him and soon telling her to leave. Her fingertips felt toxic and disgust slowly crept back into his conscious, he wanted her to leave faster but she took so long. He let out a sigh of relief when he was left alone, he had time alone to his thoughts which kept drifting back to (Y/N).  

“Auston” Auston heard (Y/N) yell from his apartment, suddenly regretting the key he gave her but that was due to him being a little bit too overconfident about her coming back into his life.

“In here” Auston yelled knowing (Y/N) would continually look for him until she found him. Soon she was in front of his bed with a stern expression on her face, looking mad as he was looking at her. Their glares basically turning into daggers they wanted to take each other out with. 

“We are going to talk about this right now, you can’t be mad at me for kissing someone and sleep with some random the next day are you fucking kidding me?” (Y/N) shrieked as her culminated anger with Auston boiled to the surface. 

“I can do whatever I want, what are you my mother?” Auston snorted as he turned away from her icy stare. “No but I fucking care about you enough, I might as well be” (Y/N) replied back, soon crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You care about me? That’s rich” Auston replied with a tone that signified he wanted her to hurt as much as he was right now. 

“Yes why would I go through this with anyone else in the world unless I cared about them dumbass” (Y/N) countered. (Y/N) soon seeing Auston get up and roll his eyes before walking into his bathroom.

“Oh no you fucking don’t” (Y/N) said while putting her boot between the door in order to leave it open. “What (Y/N)? What could you possibly want right now, honestly fuck off” Auston replied with malice hoping to hurt her enough to leave.

“I have a key and I want to talk obviously, I can’t stop thinking of your face after everything that happened yesterday” (Y/N) said as she ran her hands through her hair. 

“Okay so why’d you do it?” Auston asked quietly while looking at her expectantly like she could break with his next sentence. “I was jealous” (Y/N) admitted making Auston smile slightly, he was always afraid of their relationship just him showing constant jealousy. She felt it too, meaning that (Y/N) did care about what happened to them.

“Oh” Auston said as he tried to hide his smiling, (Y/N) soon catching meaning it was her turn to roll her eyes. “Listen both of us are miserable not being with each other, I care about you deeply so why don’t we just get back together?” (Y/N) asked Auston as she looked at him expectantly. 

“I honestly have been miserable but I think are things we need to work on” Auston admitted as he looked at her. “Of course I kind of just miss you and life hasn’t been the same really” (Y/N) admitted.

Soon looking at him for the same kind of verbal confirmation, Auston just smiling down at her. “Okay fine, you are the only thing I think about” Auston admitted as he pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her.

(Y/N) soon pulled back before smiling at him, “whoa Matthews, I only kiss after the third date” (Y/N) said to Auston who smiled down at her. 

“Let’s go ice skating, play scrabble, and go to a dog park then” Auston said knowing how she felt about each thing. (Y/N) laughed and smacked him lightly in the chest before smirking at him.

“Strangely enough that’s three dates, also I can’t skate. Scrabble is reserved for Freddie and if he found out I played with you, you’d be facing your death. Also, yes I’m always down for the dog park” (Y/N) said smiling at Auston while he got dressed. 

The two joking around with each other before Auston took her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly. He promised himself he wouldn’t lose her this time, to try and keep her this time and (Y/N) meant to try the same for the sake of their relationship. They were going to try again in order to end up damaged.

[loving-qc]

February 1st, 2018

Welcome to the love month, where this month, the flirting increases and roses will be bought for me, lol.

Today was ....60/40 for us.

Like I was telling my new tc mutual, he was being an ass today. For example, we were playing a game on the projector. We’re in teams. And he kept switching the rules, being unfair, being mean, inconsiderate and UGGGH! He was also an asshole to me. Like Q, wtf!

Anyways, this went on the entire 40 minutes and 20 minutes left of class we calmed down but I don’t talk to him or anyone.

He let us out early for lunch but like 10 minutes later I was back in his class asking questions. I really wanted to sit with him for lunch and chat and learn more about him, but once again I didn’t. Im boo-boo the fool.

He answered my question and that was it for the day.....

Oh so I thought😏

———————————————-

After school I went to my coach to drop off something that near Q’s class. I went around a certain time because I know that’s when he leaves. I came walking back from my coach, hoping that he would already be walking out his class.

But guess what? I heard, “Candicita,” he was coming up the stairs as I was passing and I smiled. I was listening to music and took out my ear pods. He smiled and asked how am i? Good.

Then I blurted out..”oh I like your red tie and red socks combo,” cause he look super cute today. He lifted up his pant’s leg to show his sock and smiled at me.

And that was it! OR SO I THOUGHT!

————————————

I was on the school’s field, helping V with her goalie stuff for soccer. I was kicking the balls around her into the goal so she could catch them before they do.

I SAW HIS CAR PULLED UP AND HIM COMING out OF IT! I was like, “V, Q is here, omfg, Q is HERE!” There was a game happening and he came to watch is what I inferred and afterwards that’s exactly what happened.

Anyways, I’m freaking out inside while keeping hitting the ball for her. Then all I hear was, “Candicita!” And he said it again. I blushed internally looking over to him and he motioned me to pass the ball over.

He’s a soccer player as well and so cute! He ran circles around some other boys who were there. I can’t believe they let a 51 year old man run. Itches on them. That’s my man honestly!

So he was with us for 5 minutes before he went over to the soccer coach. I had so emotions on my face while facing V, because I couldn’t do hand or arm movements because I am not a subtle bitch, at all.

About another 5-7 minutes later, V and I were still going and then the soccer coach told the boys to come off the field. Q decided to come back to us. This was me thinking oh he’s going to stay with the others and coach them as well. All I saw was out of the corner of my eye, Q is heading directly back to us.

We’re not important! It’s the boys who are!!! He came over and decided to help V with her goalie stuff. I was right there, just hanging out and watching, admiring him and his skills.

———————————————-

I can’t remember everything but here’s the cute little details of the rest of the encounter.

- V put my sweater on the ground and Q put his keys and phone on top of it. Squealed!

- A soccer ball came flying my way but I had quick reflexes and I kicked it back the balls with the sole of my foot. It would’ve hit me square in the stomach if I was 2 seconds late! So it went back to the boys. All of this happened in the FRONT OF Q! Can you believe it? The response to it is even better, “wow Candice, good going, that was beautiful!”

IM SCREAMING!

Um you’re lucky I didn’t melt! I would’ve to be honest but working on subtlety.

So the game didn’t happen, and he was leaving and I was like “aww” but he had to leave as he lived very far from school.

He picked up my phone which was on the ground, looked at it and said, “oh this is yours, yes, but where’s mine?”

He remembered he put it on my sweater and picked them up. I asked, “can you pick my my sweater please?”

He responded, “and what if I don’t?”

I HATE—— why does he do this to me??

He picks up my sweater and hands me it. We walked over to V because she was playing the the team now. We said goodbyes and then he went in his car.

Oh but don’t think I wasn’t casually looking over to his car as I sat down watching the mini game that was going on with V. He was on his phone for a while and I did little glances over.

But it was one time, I felt like he was looking directly at me from his car and I remained calm looking at the game, but one instance I looked and he was still looking in my direction, but I played it off as I was looking around to see if I saw someone. My goodness! I needed to leave the field immediately to recuperate.

And that’s that.

[tyson-berry-blog]

Tom Wilson #1 - “It’s Complicated”

@minoux asked: Your writing is fantastic!! Could I request a Tom Wilson Imagine where he tries to steal you from one of his team mates you've been (not too seriously) going out with. You can mix it up any way you want. Thank you!

Hi @minoux ! I took your general prompt and changed it up ever so slightly. I hope you enjoy it though. It was fun to write!

After your first month in DC, your co-workers had finally managed to drag you out to a bar and show you what you had been missing by staying cooped up on your apartment. It was there that you met Philipp Grubauer, a goalie for the Washington Capitals. The relationship that formed from that chance encounter was strictly casual as per a mutual agreement. You found him attractive sure, but had no desire to pursue a deeper connection. Aside from the occasional hooking up, you really didn’t see much of Philipp. That’s why when he texted you asking if you could talk, you weren’t sure what to think.

It was barely a minute after you texted him “sure”, that your phone started ringing in your hand.

“Hello?”

“I need a favor.”

“What’s up?”

“The team is holding some kind of fundraiser dinner and somehow I was tricked into agreeing to bring someone.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“I know this isn’t what we usually do but -,” Philipp cut himself off. “You’ll do it?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal. How can I turn down what will probably be a very fancy meal?”

“Thank you so much. I’ll text you the details when I find out more.”

 A few weeks later found you standing in a too humid hotel ballroom attempting to make polite conversation with someone from the Capitals Administration. You felt rude for not paying complete attention to what they were saying, but all you could focus on was how hungry you were. This was supposed to be a dinner and yet no food had been served.

Eventually your conversation partner recognized someone from across the room and left you by yourself. Philipp had disappeared some time ago to do something for the media team so you had no idea where he could be. You wondered if it would be rude to get your phone out but before you could someone bumped into you, causing you to drop your drink.

“Excuse me,” you said, turning to see who knocked into you.

The person in question was an attractive man with dark hair and an easy smile on his lips. Any following complains died in your throat.

“I’m sorry about your drink, let me get you another.”

“I don’t accept things from strangers,” the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Instead of laughing or immediately retreating like you thought he would, the man held his hand out towards you. “I’m Tom.”

You tentatively reached out and shook his hand.

“Now that we’re aquatinted, how about that drink?” he asked.

“I’ll just have a water.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Well considering I am the designated driver, I would say I don’t have a choice.”

“At least let me get you a fun non-alcoholic drink.”

“Fine, lead the way.”

Tom approached the bartender, “a lagavulin neat for me and a Shirley Temple for this one.”

“A Shirley Temple? Really?”

“It’s a classic!”

After both of you had been served, Tom led you over to one of the empty tables on the outskirts of the room.

“So, you said you’re the designated driver. That implies you’re here with someone.”

“I’m here with Philipp.”

“Grubauer?”

“Yes.”

“Are you with with him?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to impose,” Tom moves to stand up.

“I didn’t think you were imposing. Seriously, you can stay.”

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea. I don’t need Philipp thinking I’m coming on to you.”

“It doesn’t really matter what he thinks.”

“Excuse me?”

You rushed to explain, “okay I admit that sounds bad. It doesn’t matter because we aren’t technically together. I did say it’s complicated.”

Tom sat back down slowly, “want to uncomplicated it?”

“We hook up occasionally.”

“As in?”

“Friends-with-benefits I think best sums it up.”

“Oh.”

“I met him when I first moved here and we’ve been hooking up ever since. But believe me, it hasn’t gone past that.”

“Does he know that?”

“He’s half in love with some else anyway so I think it’s safe to say that he knows.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?” Tom paused, “if you don’t mind me asking.”

“The sex is good and I haven’t really met anyone that would make me want to stop.”

“Is it an exclusive friends-with-benefits thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I hope I’m not being too forward with this, but I find you very attractive. It’s why I first approached you.”

“You first approached me by bumping into me and causing me to drop my drink.”

Tom gave you a sheepish look.

Realization dawned on you, “you intentionally bumped into me.”

“Not my finest moment I’ll admit but it got you to talk to me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hopefully in an endearing way and not a ‘someone please come save me from this weirdo’ kind of way.”

“The first one for sure.”

“Good.”

You reached for your phone, “I hope this isn’t too forward of me but how do you feel about exchanging numbers?”

Tom answered by passing you his own phone so you could put in your number.

“Do you want to go out sometime? I know you said you don’t really date but maybe we could get dinner?”

“I didn’t say I don’t date, I am all for a relationship. It was just that I hadn’t found anyone that I wanted to take it a step further with.”

“So, dinner?”

“Dinner sounds great, especially considering that this is supposed to be a dinner event and I haven’t seen any food.”

“I have a pack of chocolate in my pocket.”

Tom reached into his suit jacket and produced a slightly melted bag of chocolate; he passed the bag to you.

You popped one into your mouth, “I could kiss you right now.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Maybe we can save that for the second date?”

“Second?”

“You asked me to dinner and we’re at a dinner function. I’m willing to count it if you are. I mean you fed me, technically.”

Tom handed you another chocolate, “sounds good to me.”

[alphacrone]

LDR Cuddle Bros

i have this headcanon that bitty’s senior year, he and chowder make a pact to try pot at least ONCE before bitty graduates

it’s just one of those quintessential College Experiences TM and if living in the haus has taught them anything, it’s that all too soon you leave the collegiate bubble and enter the cold cruelty of the Real World so you might as well have fun while you’re still a Dumb College Kid

so it’s chowder’s junior year, and farmer goes abroad in the spring, and he’s quickly learning how Bitty and Jack managed to beat his number of Fines last year

he misses just being able to HUG cait SO MUCH

and jack’s busy as ever, off being Professional and Serious, and while bitty is used to the LDR thing, it’s not like it gets easier

so it’s in the middle of the season, jack’s off for weeks at a time, farmer’s off in a vastly different time zone, bitty is FREAKING OUT about his post-grad plans slash taking the team to the Frozen Four again, and chowder has started talking with scouts about going to camps this summer

essentially, the boys are Fucking Stressed Out

surprisingly, it’s Dex who tells them they need to chill the fuck out and invites them to smoke on the roof with him and nursey

(he’s not…..tactful about it….at All)

nursey’s all “bro u didn’t have to tell bitty he looks like a serial killer what if he IS” but passes the joint pretty enthusiastically 

and then…..something magical happens

bitty isn’t a physical person. he’s handsy with his Hot Piece BF and he lets ransom and holster manhandle him because he trusts them, but bitty has literally never even bumped into Dex or Nursey off of the ice THAT’S how careful he is with initiating physical contact with Str8 Boys

even drunk, bitty’s survival instincts tend to kick in when Jocks are nigh

STONED BITTY HOWEVER

STONED BITTY GIGGLES FOR TWENTY STRAIGHT MINUTES AT THE FACT THAT NURSEY’S CARDIGAN IS MISBUTTONED, THEN ROLLS OVER AND FLOPS STRAIGHT ON TOP OF CHRISTOPHER FRANKLIN CHOW

and CHOWDER, sweet, sweet tender goal tender, CHOWDER REACTS TO IT LIKE A PLANT TO STIMULI

BY WHICH I MEAN HE WRAPS ALL OF HIS LONG ASS GANGLY LIMBS AROUND BITTY AND JUST HOLDS ON

they’re both pretty touch-starved at this point in the semester, and stressed out, and lonely. nursey and dex can’t even find the heart to chirp them too mercilessly, even when bitty falls asleep and chowder keeps chatting his ear off, arms and legs squishing them tightly together in an adorable cuddle pile

(they do, however, send about a thousand snaps to the team. jack saves ALL OF THEM.)

(jack, a man who does not blink at the duckling pictures lardo sends him, thinks these snapchats are the MOTHERFUCKING CUTEST THING HE’S EVER MOTHERFUCKING SEEN IN HIS LIFE.)

(he keeps showing them to his friends – “look at my boyfriend and our son mutual friend this picture has cured cancer and world hunger”)

and like bitty is p mortified in the morning and chowder’s a little embarrassed and they don’t talk about it but

it keeps happening

they only smoke with dex and nursey once or twice more, but somehow?? they keep?? cuddling together???

like bitty harps on chowder for napping on the Green Couch and that somehow turns into them napping on the armchair together instead??

someone barfs in chowder’s bed during a kegster and so he just crashes with bitty?? 

haus movie nights and bitty refuses to touch the couch? in chowder’s lap is totally fine. watching tape and the seats are full? chowder just plops down on bitty. heat goes out in the haus?? they build a blanket fort and ban the Northerners who choose to live in a place where the cold makes your skin hurt. 

some of the frogs get really confused when bitty mentions his Boyfriend. why can’t he just say Chowder?? is it supposed to be a secret?? 

Ford even starts having bitty room with chowder on roadies so he can snuggle the Crap outta everyone’s favorite goalie after a loss. (chowder loves to be the little spoon)

and people just sort of Don’t Mention It until it’s suddenly May and bitty’s graduating and moving to providence and everyone’s bummed, especially chowder, because he and bits have gotten SO CLOSE this year and providence is SO FAR (lol)

so they’re snuggling the SHIT out of each other like a week before graduation, possibly a little drunk because, hey, it’s Senior Week and finals are over

and suddenly, standing in Chowder’s doorway, is Caitlin Farmer

WHO GOT BACK EARLY FROM BEING ABROAD AND DECIDED TO DETOUR BY WAY OF SAMWELL TO SURPRISE HER BF

she honestly melts a little and just watches the boys for like a full moment before making her presence known

her BFs fucking adorable and the guy he’s snuggling basically a human corgi and she honestly just wants to flop down on top of them and join in but they’re clearly having a Moment

chowder might cry a little when he sees her. he definitely screams and does a cute little dance. 

(bitty totes cries, too, because he’s emotionally overwhelmed and loves seeing his BFF happy)

i really didn’t have a plot or anything for this headcanon i just love my snuggle bros

when chowder comes down for games with the Squad he just snuggles the shit out of Bitty the entire time (lol jack who?? bitty is his fave)

sometimes when ur lonely u gotta snuggle ur bro 

[aelysalthea]

Picture Perfect People

Summary: Voltron. A place to seek companionship. Support. The consolation of like-minded people. That was what it was built for. It was what those who signed up for a membership sought. For the so-named paladins of Voltron, it is just that.

Sometimes, the people we need aren't so easily found. Sometimes we need to find them for ourselves and even then we don't realise they're found until everything just... clicks. For a patchwork of sorry people, the friendship of faceless figures was exactly what they needed.

Rating: T

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Angst, Mutual Support, Overcoming Trials, Wholesomeness, Online Friendships, Bantering

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I hope you like the new fic I’ve started posting (a little while ago). I’d like to think it’s just a little bit different but I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Anyway, if you’d like to check it out, you can take a look here. Posting takes place at least once a week. Thank you for your time!

Chapter 1: People

 01/09 – 07.01 am

 PrincessOfAltea: Would anyone like to talk?

 PrincessOfAltea: If I talked, would someone listen?

 PrincessOfAltea: I don't mind what we talk about. It can be anything you'd like.

 PrincessOfAltea: I just want to talk.

 PrincessOfAltea: To someone.

 PrincessOfAltea: Please.

 PrincessOfAltea: I don't like being alone.

 1/09 – 03.59pm

 PrincessOfAltea: Anyone?

There was no sound beyond the door when he pressed his ear to the wood. He knew there were those who had risen from their beds, but… at that moment, in the hallway there was no one.

Releasing a silent breath, Keith stepped back from the door. Plucking his red and white jacket from the floor, he shrugged the familiar weight onto his shoulders; it was an almost comforting weight despite the relative warmth of the morning. He slipped silently through the door.

No one was in sight, either. With slow steps, Keith crept down the hallway, easing with silent tread down the stairs. It was always better to creep, to not be noticed. If he flew beneath the radar, then there was less chance of a confrontation. Less chance to be poked and prodded. To be seen.

It was never a good idea to be seen. Not by anybody. Not of Keith could help it.

Unfortunately, the room afforded to him was at the far end of the house. The furthest end, as far from the front door as could be. He didn't begrudge it, because any room was good enough. And it was nice. Small, contained. It had a bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe with a sliding door. Even a desk of sorts, though the chair that sat at it was too high to properly tuck in.

Keith liked that it was isolated. He had grown to prefer being alone.

Tiptoeing down to the bottom of the steps, Keith crept on silent feet towards the front door. If he glanced over his shoulder, he would be able to see into kitchen. He would see the dining table where Olly sat, munching through a heaped bowl of Cap'n Crunch as he did for every breakfast. He would see Clyde sitting across from him, tearing the crust off his toast as though he was a child with pickiness issues. He'd maybe even see Sara where she bustled around the kitchen getting the two boys' lunches. Keith's too, maybe, but he wouldn't take it. He would never take it.

Slipping into his boots, Keith considered before sparing a moment to crouch and tie his laces. He could hear the sound of conversation echoing from the kitchen and into the hallway but he didn't listen to their words. He didn't want to listen. They would be talking about school, about Clyde's part-time job and Olly's sports training that afternoon. It was Monday so it would be football, but it changed every day. Keith didn't want to be a part of that. It wasn't so much that he disliked talking but just that he simply… wouldn't.

It had been the wrong choice. A bad decision. He shouldn't have paused, shouldn't have crouched to properly tie his boots. Keith should have known it was a bad idea, but he'd grown complacent over the past weeks with little incident. Avoid and evade, act only when necessary. That was the lore he lived by. Why had he chosen to disregard it?

But Peter, Sara's husband, appeared at the head of the stairs, and though his head was bowed over a tablet, the wrinkles on his brow more pronounced in a frown and eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, he noticed Keith almost immediately. Peter was a kind man, and as it was he met Keith's frozen gaze with an attempt at a warm smile and a nod of greeting. Nothing in his countenance would suggest that Keith hadn't seen him in person in days, let alone talked to him.

"Good morning, Keith. How are you today?"

At the sounds of his words, there was a pause of the conversation in the kitchen. Silenced briefly ensued, and then there was a slight clatter as Sara's voice sounded in exclamation, "Keith? Keith, are you there? Are you awake? Would – would you like some breakfast?"

Keith reflexively glanced towards the kitchen, his eyes the only thing he could move. He saw Sara skirt the table in a bustle of haste to plant herself in the kitchen doorway and adopt an overly-bright smile of greeting, just like her husband. But more than that, over her shoulder Keith saw Clyde. He saw Olly. He saw the older boy pause in picking apart his toast and brow lower in a frown, saw Olly similarly pause with spoon half-raised to his mouth, glance towards Clyde and immediately adopt an identical frown.

Then Keith was gone. With barely a murmur of excuse to Sara's openly hopeful expression, a glance towards Peter, he abandoned the rest of his laces and was out the door. The slam of heavy wood, the click of a lock snapping shut behind him, was resounding and oddly freeing.

Avoid and evade. Confront only when necessary. That was the only way it could be. It was the only way that was safe. Keep his lips closed and interact only when he… needed to?

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"Open! I'm open, you – Oh, look at that. We can't rely on your common sense at all, Spaniel."

The so name Spaniel – Sam by birth, but Lance thought he quite resembled a dog, especially when he pouted like that – turned towards him and planted his hands on his hips. "Like you could do any better, Lance."

Lance grinned as he and his makeshift team jogged backwards to the halfway line, Martin dribbling the ball between his feet. "I reckon I could. They don't call me 'The Tailor' for nothing. It's in deference to my weaving abilities."

"I think you're a crock of shit," Martin said from his side, though he and most of the rest of Lance's teammates were laughing good-naturedly. "I've never heard anyone call you that."

"Yeah, well, that's just because no one says it out loud," Lance replied, turning his grin upon him. Then he clapped his hands together and bellowed a resounding, "Alright, let's play some ball already! While we're still young!"

Laughter and enthusiasm met his words as their backyard soccer game flew into action once more. They weren't quite two full teams, but it was enough for a good, solid game with two actual goalies this time. Far better than last week with their minimal numbers. They'd had less then, and odd numbers at that.

Martin kicked off with a firm boot of his foot, sending the ball soaring towards Lance. Lance caught it with his own foot, turned in a defensive circle to defend it from his opponent's attack, and, with a flick out of the way, was dribbling at a run up the field. A pass to Andy, to Spaniel, back to Andy again, and Andy sent it to Lance.

Lance wasn't called the Tailor for no reason, even if it was really only himself who used that nickname. He wove around his opponents. He dodged aside from an attack with a spring of dextrous footwork. He shot and he scored.

Lance's team cried in an enthusiastic outburst of triumph as though they'd just won nationals. Their opponents, good-natured as they were, didn't begrudge them their glory. They never did. It was all in good grace that they played, all for the fun of it. They played because none could play any other way. Just like Lance, they'd missed their chance to be something greater, something bigger.

The opposing team had just scored another goal to the mixed cries of congratulations and light-hearted moans of regret from Lance's team when he saw his little sister arrive. Immediately, Lance felt his smile die on his face and he slowed in step returning towards the halfway line.

Spaniel, at his side and far from persistently indignant for the use of his nickname, slowed alongside him. He noticed Lance's expression almost immediately and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

Lance only shook his head, turned and jogged towards the side of the field. The soccer field itself was barely even half-sized, and ringed by trees alongside a children's playground. It was hardly ideal, but they would use what they could get. Sometimes, however, Lance wished that it wasn't barely a five minute walk from his home. Just a little distance would be nice.

Mika was bouncing on her toes where she stood, waiting for his arrival with dutiful respect alongside rather than upon the field. Lance loved his little sister, even as incessantly flooded with energy as she was, and she reminded him of himself in a lot of ways. That day, however, he couldn't have wanted to see her less.

Even so, Lance still adopted a smile as he drew alongside her. "Hey, Mika. What's up?"

Mika knew he knew, even though he asked. Lance could see it in the tentative smile she adopted that was a sure sight smaller than that she usually wore. She shifted from foot to foot. "Papá says he needs you at the shop if you could."

Lance found himself shifting on his own feet, struggling against the urge to groan. "Now?" He asked, almost pleadingly.

Mika ducked her head. "Yeah, now."

Lance spared a moment to close his eyes. The good humour he always felt when playing soccer was rapidly dwindling and he could feel the ball growing further and further away from him by the second. Loosing a slow exhalation, he nodded. "Alright. Yeah, alright. Give me twenty minutes. I've just got to duck home to get changed."

Mika nodded. "Okay. I'll tell Papá." Then she turned on her heel and all but fled from him, disappearing homeward at a bounding sprint.

Lance allowed himself a moment longer to close his eyes and regret. Then, to the sound of Andy's calling query, he adopted a bright smile and turned towards his teammates and opponents. "I'm really sorry, guys, but I've got to run."

A communal moan sounded, grumbles from both teams, though Lance knew that none begrudged him. "You heading to your dad's shop?" Spaniel called from where he stood, foot propped atop the soccer ball.

Lance nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I'll see you next week."

Calls of "See you" and "You'd better!" followed Lance as he turned away from the field. He didn't begrudge having to help his dad out. Not really. But sometimes… sometimes he did hope for something different. Sometimes he needed an outlet.

Still, he'd do what he had to. He always did.

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The sound of the door clicking open had Pidge squeaking and leaping from her seat. She felt the same flood of irrational guilt well within her as she did when passing a policeman in the streets; she'd done nothing wrong, but reprimand seemed a surety on the horizon.

Slipping from her room and firmly closing the door behind her – her room was hers and she didn't like anyone coming inside – she hastened to the door and peered out into the hallway of her apartment.

At the far end of the hall, her mom was shrugging out of her jacket, hanging it up with practiced precision on the hook waiting alongside the door. Pidge's mom was always perfectly dressed, always appeared neatly groomed even at the very end of the day; hair in a tidy bun, clothes perfectly pressed as though they'd just been steamed, heels clicking in precise steps. Pidge didn't think she could ever be like her mom. Not in a million years.

Did she want to be? Pidge didn't know. She was still trying to figure that part out.

Swallowing her discomfort, Pidge leaned a little further out the door. She cleared her voice slightly before speaking. "Hi, Mom. You're home early."

Her mom glanced towards her, pausing as she stepped out of her heels and onto stockinged feet. She offered Pidge a small, distracted smile. "Hello, Katie. Did you have a nice day at school?" And then, before Pidge could even reply. "Have you done your homework? I hope you've done your homework before you've started playing games."

Always the reprimand, Pidge thought to herself. Why yes, Mom, if I hadn't done my homework and instead whiled the afternoon playing RPGs, I would most certainly admit it to you. Instead of speaking her thoughts, Pidge simply nodded once more. "Yes, I'm finished."

"Good girl," her mom said before, without another word, she disappeared through the doorway halfway along the hall into the kitchen and living room.

Pidge found herself releasing a sigh of relief. What had she expected? Her mom hadn't truly snapped at her in frustration in… it must have been weeks now. Months? Pidge couldn't remember. She should have confidence in her mom, she really should. Besides, when she got angry, it was always within reason. It wasn't like she would –

"Katie!"

The call echoed from the living room and Pidge flinched. Swallowing tightly once more, she leaned further out of her door. "Yes, Mom?"

"Have you had someone over today?"

Why yes, Mom, I would certainly invite someone over – and a stranger at that – because I know just how much you love people coming into your spotless house. Because you know how riddled with friends my schooling experience is. Of course I'd have every single one of them over. "No, Mom. Why?"

"Whose shoes are these, then? They're not yours."

Pidge felt herself grow cold. Shoes… when had she…? Had she left them…? Struggling to keep her voice steady, Pidge replied with as much nonchalance as she could manage. "Oh, you mean in the lounge? Yes, they're mine."

"They're… yours?"

Please don't question it, please. Really, is it that weird? It's not that weird, is it? "I bought them the other day. I wanted to try something different."

There was a long pause in which Pidge thought her heart stopped and she hardly dared breathe. Was it so bad? Was it so terrible if her mom found out? Pidge didn't need to be logical and a government proclaimed 'exceptional student' to know that it wasn't. That it should be allowed. So why didn't it feel allowed?

"This is unusual for you," her mom finally said. The soft thumps of footsteps bespoke her approach through the living room and Pidge fought to school her expression before she appeared in the hallway once more. When she did, Pidge resolutely met her gaze rather than drawing it to the shoes hooked over her fingers. "But so long as it wasn't a wasted purchase. Make sure you keep your shoes beside the door in future, please."

And just like that, the potential for a storm passed. Pidge's mom dropped the shoes beside the door and, without another glance towards Pidge, disappeared once more.

Pidge sagged at the bannister, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the railing. She shouldn't be so worried. No, she shouldn't be so scared. And yet she was. Against all logic – because she didn't know how her mom would respond – she was starkly terrified. If her brother Matt were here, he would help. He would be able to reassure her.

But he wasn't. And riddled with a mixture of guilt, relief and self-loathing, Pidge all but crawled back into her bedroom. Her room was her sanctuary. Her place. She didn't have to hide anything there. She could be herself, with just her computers for company.

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It was early evening by the time they got home, but that hardly mattered. Hunk was as bright and wide-awake as if he'd just gotten up barely hours before. Which, he would admit, he sort of had. Semi-nocturnal work hours did that to a person.

"I'll set up a better ramp," Hunk said as he and his mom trundled up the footpath along the main road. He turned her chair at their gate to sidle through the fence that skirted their squat little house. "It shouldn't be too hard seeing as there's only two steps, but it'll be better then having to shake you so much when we're on the move. I'm sorry the other one broke; I probably didn't reinforce it well enough. I'll make it better next time."

His mom didn't reply. She didn't turn to look at Hunk over her shoulder as he spoke, as he pushed her wheelchair towards the shallow steps before their front door. But Hunk didn't mind. He didn't need her acknowledgement.

"I bet I could rustle together a whole bunch of ramps, actually," he said, weaving around a piece of… something that he didn't want to think about that lay in the middle of their path. There was always junk thrown into their front lawn; Hunk's dad wasn't a popular person. Or he hadn't been. Despite his complete absence of nearly two years, Hunk was still forced to scrub graffiti from their front windows every so often, to say nothing of the rubbish that was lobbed onto their front lawn every other day.

Hunk ignored that, kept his tone bright as they wheeled the rest of the way up the footpath to the front door. "Larry from down at the shop said he'd be happy to give me some scrap metal and timber if I need it." Hunk turned his mother's chair around as he stopped at the steps before tugging her up after him with a grunt. "You know I," he paused at another grunt, "I think he likes you. He's always had a soft spot for our family but I'm pretty sure it's mostly you."

Still no reply, but Hunk still wasn't expecting one. His mom hadn't spoken a word in nearly a year. Not since the first incident.

The house was empty when Hunk opened the door, propping it wide enough for him to wheel his mom inside. A small house, just large enough for the two of them and his Gran when she came around almost every day, it was a blessing that it was only one level so that Hunk didn't have to struggle with more stairs.

Wheeling his mom into the kitchen, he kicked one of the chairs out from the dining table aside to make room to tuck her in. He paused to read the note in his gran's slanted script, made out the words 'I'll be back by six', before disregarding it and turning towards his mom. "Can I get you something to eat, maybe? I know you had something at the hospital but everyone knows hospital food can barely even be classified as real food." Hunk skirted the table, glancing in his mom's direction before turning away from her blank gaze once more. "Here, I'll bake you up some shortbread. I know you always like my shortbread. You said it was proof that I was an angel when I was little, do you remember? Maybe not, but I do."

Without further ado, Hunk set about throwing together a simple batch of biscuits, chattering to himself and his mom as he did. The familiar sounds of a wooden spoon scraping in the bowl, of trays clanking noisily, of the oven humming to life, were soothing to Hunk. He'd always been a kitchen boy in the brightest sense of the term. He enjoyed cooking. It was no wonder that he found himself there for most of the day when he was home. Larry, his local mechanic, had on numerous occasions asked him to apprentice down at the shop – he said Hunk had a gift for engineering that he shouldn't squander, even if he wasn't going to college – but in a lot of ways Hunk thought working in a kitchen suited him better.

Besides, this way his hours corresponded with those his mom would need him more. It wasn't fair to rely too heavily on his Gran, willing as she claimed to be.

The rich, heady scent of butter flooded the house with warmth, and as Hunk cleaned the kitchen with therapeutically familiar motions, he found himself smiling. Nothing quite lightened the mood like a batch of homemade biscuits. He was still smiling when he took himself to the dining table and dropped into the chair opposite his mom.

"I only made a small batch – only about a dozen – because we'll probably have to hide them all before Gran gets here," Hunk explained, wiping his hands on a tea towel before folding it before him on the table. He dropped his elbows alongside it, resting his chin on a fist and meeting his mom's gaze. "I think she's only having us on, though. I don't think she really disapproves sweet things."

Hunk grinned, fond reminiscence of his Gran turning teasing. His mom didn't reply.

"I asked Pops one time when I was little why she didn't like baking so much when she was such a good cook, and he said it wasn't that she didn't like it but that she liked it too much. He said she liked it so much that when she was younger she was as plump as a well-fed chook and had to stop or else she'd pop." He laughed and spared a glance down for his own belly. "I guess she passed that on to me, at least."

His mom still didn't reply. She didn't smile but simply stared at Hunk blankly, barely even blinking. Hunk swallowed his rising melancholy, that which always arose when he was left with himself for too long, and reaffirmed his smile.

"Did Gran do any baking with you, Mom? I wonder if she stopped before she had you or if it was after."

No reply.

"If I asked Gran to bake with me, do you think she would? She pretends to be a bit so hard, but I know she's as soft as cookie dough. Do you think I could trick her into it? I think it's a great way to bond and all that, working in the kitchen with someone and sharing what you've made.

Still nothing. Nothing but the increasingly strong scent of baking shortbread growing in the air. Hunk stared at his mom to the gradual falling of his smile. Sometimes it was just too hard to maintain.

Sighing, he dropped his chin, gaze falling down to the pockmarked table. There was the mark he'd made when he'd put the oven-hot tray upon it surface when he was six. Over there, the groove made by a wayward knife – and a butterknife at that – when he'd tried to cut through a rock cake that was truly as hard as a rock at ten years old. Scarred and bruised, the table bespoke the centre of Hunk's house and home better than any other piece of furniture did. It held memories, their dining table did.

"Wish you could bake with me again, Mom. I miss our Sunday morning bake-offs."

Hunk was speaking more to himself that to his mom now. On an innate level, he knew that she wouldn't reply. On a level that he didn't and wouldn't acknowledge, he understood that she never would. One stroke was bad luck. Two was horrendous. Three… it was a miracle that his mom was even still alive. No one really expected her to do more than blink for herself ever again.

"I miss that, Mom," Hunk murmured to himself, because he wasn't sure if she'd even hear it. A miracle it might be that his mom was still even here, but sometimes…

Sometimes it did feel incredibly lonely.

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The last thing Shiro recalled was an explosion. A fierce, sharp, booming echo that vibrated to his core, and the smacking impact of a force striking his shoulder, tearing his assault rifle from his hand.

Then nothing. He couldn't remember any pain, no bouts of hysteria in half-consciousness, no struggling to cling to awareness when every inch of his body was fighting to stay awake. There was just nothingness.

That scared Shiro more than anything.

Blinking into wakefulness, Shiro squinted around himself. Brightness. He got a sense of brightness, of light, and the smell of something vaguely sterile. Then the blurriness of his vision faded and the room made itself more clearly apparent.

Not a room. Not quite. A tent, he saw, though an expansive one. A familiar tent, for everyone knew what a field hospital looked like even if they hadn't had to utilise the services of one before. The longer Shiro squinted the less bright it became until, with a final blink to vanquish most of the foggy blurriness, he peered around himself.

Rows of beds lined each side of him. A white, curving ceiling sagged slightly like the tent it was. Fluorescent lights lined the very centre of that ceiling. Turning his head, Shiro could make out the vague shapes of figures in scrubs pulled over their uniforms. Another series of fierce blinking and Shiro realised his head wasn't quite as clear as he'd hoped he'd made it. Grogginess slowed his thoughts, cluttering his mind as if with cotton wool. He had the sense of it stoppering somehow, of numbness, of discomfort thinly veiled behind that softness, but he couldn't make it out.

 What… happened?

Maybe he made some noise. Maybe he moved a little more noticeably than before. Shiro wasn't sure, but something must have drawn the attention of the field medics at the far end of the tent because the conversation paused for a moment before one figure detached themselves from the group and hastened to his side. Shiro was afforded a sense of blue, of efficient motions, of a pale face, above said face was leaning over him slightly with a small smile upon her lips. She was a little older than him, it would seem, though Shiro wasn't sure how he knew. Maybe she wasn't. Maybe he was wrong entirely.

"Hello, Shirogane," she said, her voice low and deliberately soothing. "How are you feeling today?"

Shiro blinked slowly before, with a herculean effort and a frown to accompany it, he struggled to push himself upright. The medic reached for him and a gentle touch to his shoulder was all that was needed to erase his feeble efforts. "Don't try and move. You might do yourself further injury. Not to mention that you're heavy medicated at the moment and would be more likely to fall off your bed than to climb."

Injured? It was the only part that made any sense in Shiro's mind. What… what injury? Shiro couldn't remember getting injured. He couldn't recall being carted to the field hospital, but… there had been the explosion.

What had happened? He couldn't remember.

He must have spoken his thoughts because, though he couldn't recall asking, the medic spoke in reply. "You checked in at oh-six-hundred hours two mornings ago in a critical state," she said quietly, softly yet with the edge of formality to her words. "We've had to keep you under until we managed to get you stable."

"What happened to me?" Shiro actually heard himself ask the question this time, blinking up at the medic hazily. His tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. "What's wrong? What –?" He paused as the thought registered within him with a detached kind of panic. "What about the rest of my – my platoon? Is – my captain, was he -?"

Shiro didn't know what made him think they were in danger because he couldn't remember what had happened. In many ways that was the most distressing part. Why couldn't he remember?

But the medic was touching his shoulder once more, her fingers squeezing gently. "They're fine. No severe casualties other than to yourself, and those that have acquired injuries have already been seen to." She gestured up the length of the tent and Shiro followed her finger to several occupied beds, the soldiers within propped up on their pillows. He couldn't make out who they were, but he was relieved that they seemed alright nonetheless.

"That's… that's good," he said, sinking back onto the thin pillow. "That's alright, then."

The medic offered him another small smile before continuing. "You arrived in a critical condition, Shirogane. We've stabilised you but, given your circumstances, you'll need to transfer to back to base. We'll have our specialists take a further look at you there, but… I'm sorry. There wasn't much we could do."

Her regretful tone was ominous and Shiro stared up at her with growing foreboding. "What… are you talking about? What's wrong?"

The medic gestured towards him, towards his right shoulder that was even then, in spite of his attempts to sit up, still tucked beneath the thin white sheet. "I'm sorry. We couldn't do anything to save it."

In a fumbling scramble, Shiro flipped the sheet down from his shoulder and dropped his gaze. He stared. And stared. And only after it gradually began to make sense did he close his eyes and squeeze them to try to rid himself of the sight he'd seen.

"I'm truly sorry, Shirogane," the medic murmured, all smile absented from her voice. "You have responded bravely and remarkably, but we'll be transferring you as soon as is possible. You should take this time to rest and recuperate. To regroup. There's nothing else that you could have…"

Shiro tuned out the medic's words. He didn't want to hear them. He couldn't let himself hear them anymore. The army was his life, had always been his dream, but now… with his arm like that…

What possible use did he have now? What function could he possibly serve to the army he'd so fought to be a part of?

The thought was horribly depressing and Shiro didn't speak another word before he was transferred out.

 08/09 – 09.12pm

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 BlackLion007: Hello, Princess.

 BlackLion007: I'd be more than willing to listen to you.

 BlackLion007: Although forgive me if I interrupt. I have a tendency to engage in two-way conversations.

 PrincessOfAltea: Oh, but of course! What kind of a conversation wouldn't involve the participation of two people?

 PrincessOfAltea: Hello, Sir Knight, it's a pleasure to meet you.

 BlackLion007: Knight? That seems a little too honourable for me, I'm afraid.

 PrincessOfAltea: Not in the least. You spoke to me when I asked and that was what I needed most. But would you prefer something else?

 BlackLion007: Something else?

 PrincessOfAltea: Warrior? Champion? Paladin, perhaps? I always liked that one.

 BlackLion007: That's quite a range of possibilities you've given me there. Tell me, Princess, are you perhaps a walking thesaurus?

 PrincessOfAltea: Well, I'm not sure about that, but I do try.

 PrincessOfAltea: Do you have a preference?

 BlackLion007: Do we need a name?

 PrincessOfAltea: But of course we do. How else will we refer to ourselves?

 BlackLion007: Well in that case, I wouldn't presume to steal the honour of our naming from you, Princess. You are, after all, the instigator.

 PrincessOfAltea: The instigator? Hm… I'll have to consider that.

 PrincessOfAltea: But I suppose I'll take this as an opportunity. You will be my paladin. Yes, I think that has a nice ring to it.

 BlackLion007: I live to serve, Princess. Your word is my command.

 PrincessOfAltea: I don't really have a command. I just want to talk. And listen. Is that alright?

 BlackLion007: Of course.

 BlackLion007: I think for me that sounds just about perfect.

 BlackLion007: Forgive me if I sound dramatic, but I think that's exactly what I need right now.

[trialnerror]

Thanks @cobraking for the tag!

1. why did you choose your url?

Wanted to change my original name from fandom specific to fandom general since my blog is a mess of everything I like, and also when I was changing my blog name I was in the middle of a terrible week and yeah... feelings kinda went haywire

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Yeah a few but its for the saved urls, like my original name that I signed up with and my previous..

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I think since 2013...? so too long now

4. do you have a queue tag?

No...tbh dont even know what that is oops

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Wanted something different other than Twitter to interact with the fandoms that I’m in, plus I always noticed that pictures and gifs on Twitter were always taken from here so I thought why not?

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because 👏 Johnny 👏 can 👏 get 👏 it 👏

7. why did you choose your header?

✨a e s t h e t i c✨ - it matches my phone home screen which also matches my set up that gives off Romeo and Juliet vibes 🌹

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

A video about Jack Campbell - Toronto Maple Leafs goalie - who got 10 straight wins with the franchise and he got all sentimental and emotional in a post-game interview and I love him because hes a literal teddy bear and I wanna hug him forever and ever

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Got a few good ones - y'all know who you are...but seriously nothing but nice people in the KK/CK fandom so we all kinda vibe with each other

10. how many followers do you have?

520 

11. how many people do you follow?

501.....

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

probably lol

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Once or twice depending, sometimes more than that but its usually just a reblog or like, very rarely do I make my own posts

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Unfortunately yes, on more than one occasion, but it hasn't happened for many years or within this fandom so I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to deal with drama but I also won't stand for people being rude or not letting me voice my own opinions on my own blog. I like to see different perspectives and sometimes I feel that some people can get really butthurt if your views dont align with theirs which is what usually starts the disagreements.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Like the chain ones? that's probably the most annoying type of post on here, next to the bots.

16. do you like tag games?

Love em, keep em coming

17. do you like ask games?

See above ^^

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

🤷🏼‍♀️

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

They all so cute

20. tags?

@crimsonandclover27 @pohjanneito @ohmyjasonsudeikis @banzai-larusso @kingkarate @hesjusttoocute @macchios and anyone else that I’m missing who wants to take part

[hmu-parker]

Qutesy q tag

i was tagged by @nedandpeter

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-Who was the last person you held hands with? my friend -are you outgoing or shy? shy at first -who are you looking forward to seeing? u h h my friends -are you easy to get along with? I think so -if you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? probably, he's a pretty sweet guy so -what kind of person are you attracted to? sporty guys, doesn't like the rangers, any hair color, outgoing, can make me laugh anytime, awkward too -do you think you'll be in a relationship two months from now? haha no -who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Taron Egerton aka Eggsy from Kingsman -Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? depends -who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My guy friend that I've known since first grade -what does the most recent text you sent say? " s u c c m y a s s" -what re your top 5 songs? fitzpleasure by alt-J/ toothpaste kisses by The Maccabees/ Too much to ask by Niall Horan/ Kiwi by Harry Styles/ New York Soul Part 2 by Jon Bellion -Do you like it when people play with your hair? it really depends on how i feel that day, as weird as that sounds -do you believe in luck and miracles? yes -what good thing happened this summer? I went to Tour De Columbus in June and hung out with my friends a lot -would you kiss the last person you kisses? n e v e r k i s s e d a n y o n e -do you think there's life on other planets? yes, we have no many planets in the galaxy there has to be something out there -do you still talk to your first crush? no, he just looks at me in class like b a c k o f f -Do you love bubble baths? no, my bath is disgusting -do you like your neighbors? most of them, but two of my favorite neighbors moved away :( but I have a british neighbor and he's THE FUNNIEST THING I SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF HIM ONCE AAHAH STORY TIME: so i was playing a game called kick the can and i had to hide and i hid in his bush by the trash can and my neighbor was throwing out the garbage and he saw me and flipped his shit. Plus he has the accent, it's amazing. -what are your bad habits? i over think things and idk if this is a bad habit but i stutter sometimes -where would you like to travel? LA, London and Ireland -Do you have trust issues? yes -favorite part of your daily routine? u h h maybe practicing drums or goalie what part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my belly rolls what do you do when you wake up? stretch, check my phone, go to the bathroom, then go downstairs for breakfast -do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Idk im pretty pale but i like my p a l e n e s s -who are you most comfortable around? my small group of friends -have any of your ex's told you they regretted breaking up? no haha -do you ever want to get married? yes -is your hair long enough for a pony tail? ye ye -which celebrities would you have a threesome with? me, myself and I -spell your name with your chin. noegam, -do you play any sports? yes, field hockey -would you rather live without tv or music? tv have you ever liked someone and never -told them? yes -what do you say during awkward silence? "why the hell did it just get quiet?" -describe your dream girl/guy? u h h well has to make me laugh, always there for me when i need him to be, doesn't mind me rambling about music or anything actually. Holds my hand a lot, HUGS A LOT and random hugs. Would be totally fine with watching Dunkirk 200000 times with me. Gets along with my siblings well, almost like he's part of the family too -what's your favorite store to shop in? Either hot topic or Urban Outfitter -what do you want to do after high school? be in a band and tour the world. make music for people to love (i play drums) -do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? well, it really depends on what they did -if you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean? im either thinking or upset -do you smile at strangers? yes

-trip to outer space or the bottom of the ocean? outer space -what makes you get out of bed in the morning? on week days, my dad opening my bedroom door. on weekends, the sun peeking through my curtains

-what are you paranoid about? not going to a place when my fav might be there -have you ever been high? no -Have you ever been drunk? no have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no -what's the color of the last hoodie you wore? dark navy green -ever wished you were someone else? u h no -one thing you could change about yourself? more slim -favorite makeup brands? i dont really wear makeup -favorite stores? again.... uh hot topic or urban outfitters -favorite blog? sorry cant pick -favorite color? piercing blue or a dark rose red -favorite food? pizza orrrr my moms homemade apple pieeee -last thing you ate? mmmmm pot pie -first think you ate this morning? chocolate chip pancakes -ever won a competition? no -ever been suspended/expelled? no -ever been arrested? no but i did get a ride home in a cop car since i know most of the local police -ever been in love? no -tell us the story of your first kiss? okay so it was on a cold winter day that never existed -are you hungry rn? no just thirsty -do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? i dont have tumblr friends, i have instagram friends though -facebook or twitter? twitter -twitter or tumblr? tumblr -are you watching tv rn? no

-names of your best friends? ela, josh, josh, gavin, matt, faryal, sam, kiera, mg -are you craving anything? ever since i mentioned apple pie i want apple pie -what color are your towels? a light grey, weird ass question -how many pillows do you sleep with? two -do you sleep with stuffed animals? just one, im a child ik but i cant sleep without it :/ -favorite animal? mexican wolf what color is your underwear? grey -chocolate or vanilla? chocolate -favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate chocolate chip -what color shirt are you wearing? grey -what color pants? black -favorite tv show? aight i got a list: parks and rec, stranger things, riverdale, catfish, NCIS, That 70s Show, the office, the walking dead -favorite movie? Kingsman or Deadpool -Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? mean girls -Mean girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street -Favorite Character from Mean Girls? Mrs. George -favorite character from finding nemo? Mr Ray -First person you talked to today? my sister -last person you talked to today? my sister -name a person you hate? all the 'popular' girls who vape at my school name a person you love? uh ela -is there anyone you want to punch in the face rn? my parents for taking my phone for a month since i got injured during my field hockey game, like its not my fault im INJURED not like i can control that -in a fight with someone? my foot since it fell asleep -how many sweatpants do you own? not enough sweatpants -how many hoodies/sweats do you own? a shit ton -last movie you watched? dunkirk for the 6th time (im not lying)