#and he literally did not even fucking TOUCH the goalie

[girlfriendline]

anyway uh. i guess. kirill point streak unbroken?

i am choosing to believe his goal streak is also unbroken because hockey is fake and if i say that was a goal then it was

[stupidratboii]

@slytherpuff4 @mysemantics

You guys said you wanted to know everything I've noticed about mighty ducks

Here are my thoughts and things I've noticed as of 4/24/23

When they first meet Jesse speaks to Bombay first and claims that "his domain" is a drug free zone

They all thought Bombay has a gun first

Goldberg said he wasn't the goalie for long, he was moving back to Philadelphia

Who dressed these kids.

Connie likes Madonna

The hawks (Adams og team) have the same chant that Orion makes the ducks have in the first half of his coaching

Goldberg hates being a goalie, so why does he do it

Even his team wants a new goalie

Banks is so gay "it'd make great bathroom reading" to a porn mag...c'mon now

Bombays a little funny guy he needs to be so fr

He struggles to say sorry LIKE BFFR 🙄🙄

The only reason the ducks are so good is because Gordon got ducks worth a jersey

Fulton has a lot of rumors going on with him

BOMBAYS COMPLETELY COMFORTABLE WITH DRAGGING FULTON DOWN?! SIR WHAT

Goldbergs jewish

It's always Fulton and Charlie together

Adam has an older brother

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK MR DUCKS WORTH QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK

Fulton has really nice handwriting (writing the principal thingy) like really really nice handwriting holy shit

Karp (Tommy) shoving Peter in his locker

BANKS IS SO INSECURE PLEASE HES SO SWEET LEAVE HIM BEEE

ooo the Jessman

Jesse's dad and Charlie's moms friendship is so cute

Guy telling Fulton advice and then winking at connie

Tammy's real mean but she's so cool

Connie and guy holding hands while skating

Fulton and Adam sitting next to each

GUY AND CONNIE HOLDING HANDS (GUY GRABBED HER HAND OMGGG!!)

Adam gets nervous at the sight of his old team

Charlie and Coach cooking together

Charlie's mom used to sculpt and she paints now

She rambles when she's nervous

HEIDI IS SUCH A GOOD MOM 😭😭😭

The driver stays with Bombay the whole season

The ducks in the standing line talking shit

Adam looking away from his old team during the line

Larson (from the hawks) stays with Banks until the paramedics get there

ADAM AND JESSE TALKING DURING THE PARAMEDICS CHECK UP

THE REALIZATION THAT REILLY NO LONGER HAS CONTROL

FULTON OFFERING TO ROCK SOMEONE'S SHIT

FULTONS SLAP SHOTS

HIS CELEBRATION UGH

Fulton flips a guy into the box

"He barely touched em"

Gordon tries out for the minors

That's why he gets hurt in the beginning of d2

Avermans passive aggressive

Coach Orions actor is really good

Fultons actor actually plays more hockey then the rest

Linda is only there for Charlies relationship. She doesn't hold any significance to the story.

Julie's an A student

Dean's wayy nicer to the warriors in D3 than expected

Suddenly in D3, Averman can't stop??? Luis and him switched I guess

Dean's voice gets higher when upset.

Averman does a little dance when dean starts to get undressed in the penalty box

PORTMANS TAKING A DANCE CLASS?

THE ROMANCE BETWEEN JULIE AND SCOOTER WAS UNCALLED FOR AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT WHERE DID IT EVEN FUCKIN COME FROM?

Fulton and Portman crushing Orion in a hug

Charlie and his mom just... casually talking next to Luis and some girl swapping spit..

Goldberg suddenly can't (roller) skate in d3 but in D1 they were all Rollin around the mall?

Tommy is never mentioned again

Neither is Tammy

What happened to them?

Did they leave?

What happened to banks?? (His injury)

Kenny's a pessimist

Dean points girls out for Fulton to flirt with?

Wtf happened to Peter?

Charlie tackle hugs Portman after the jv vs v game

Ken was in the Olympics

Russ has an older brother

In d2 Kenny's a fucking menace but in D3 he's all

👉👈🥺 how do I trash talk

Fultons from Stillwater

Goldbergs from Philadelphia, so I wonder who the goalie was before he was there.

FULTON AND DWAYNE HUGGING WHEN THEY WIN THE JUNIOR OLYMPICS

Kenny was there helping Goldberg and Luis prank dwayne

Fulton sucks at flirting

Like literally he's so bad it's insane

Him and Dean laugh about it

It's actually so bad I love him

Why did they change averman and Luis

WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO LUIS OH MY GOD

THEY FUCKED HIM UPPPP

Why is dean like that.

I wonder why Tammy and Tommy's mom wouldn't be happy about hockey

Why was Tammy so mean?

Adam tells people what they can and can't do a lot.

Charlie thinks he'd be a better coach then a player

Goldberg was ab to rock Iceland's shit for calling him big boy and Dwayne and Kenny held him back

Iceland's mechanism is to go for the weak spots and play dirty

THEY HURT ADAMS ARM AGAIN???? HE CANNOT CATCH A BREAK

FULTON SND DEAN SUPPORTING KENNY WHEN HE BEATS THAT ICELAND GUY UP AWWW

THEM JOINING HIM IN THE BOX OMGGG

CONNIES SASSY TURN WHEN SHE TELLS OFF THE ICELAND GUY

RUSS AND CHARLIES FRIENDSHIP<3!!

FULTON AND DWAYNE HUGGING

OMG CHARLIE SETS HIS MARSHMALLOWS ON FIRE!

AVERMANS SINGING 😭😭🙏

Charlie's a Leo

Fulton and Russ looking at each other when doing the team cheer thingy like THE QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK THINGY

Thanks for the breather AND THEN LINGERING EYES?

GOLDBERG LIKES JULIE MAYBE??

Dean threatening someone's life when he hurts Adams arm

Charlie wears vans?

Dwayne plays guitar!! (D2 end scene!)

When Bombay reads off the names when meeting the kids he says Averman, Dave; Conway, Charlie" was Avermans first name supposed to be Dave

The actor for the principal is the same teacher from d3 (Claudia Wilkens)

Dwayne and Fulton hang out a lot and are really affectionate friends? Like they always go for each other when hugging and stuff. ??? Maybe the actors were just close? Maybe there's more :O

[not-bcring]

When you were out on the ice, it was easy to forget just how dangerous hockey had the potential to be, the padding and rules, rules, rules that were drilled into your mind draping a blanket of faux security over every game, up until something inevitably went wrong. Padding couldn't cover every inch of their bodies, helmets could only stop so much damage when slammed into the boards, and rules were only useful when other people followed them. For as temperamental of a player as Pavel was, he always stayed within the rules. Not the official rules, but the unspoken ones amongst the players. Don't go after the rookies, don't touch the goalies, when someone's knees hit the ice, the fight is over; all of these weren't written in that big fancy book that was so often thrown at Pavel for his "aggressive" plays, but he followed them none the less. It was hockey, they were supposed to get hit, to go sliding into the boards, to get cuts and bumps and bruises, it was just how the game went. Every so often, though, there was that one moment of dominos falling in just the right way that led to a suffocating all-stop in play even without a whistle being blown, Pavel had seen it a few times, but never had he been center ice when the lights were knocked out, one moment it's a routine fight, and the next... Well...that he didn't know, couldn't know, the D-Man being on the ice one minute, and a hospital room the next, the lights dimmed and the beeping of the machine at his side the only thing that told him he was even still alive. With the way he felt, maybe that in of itself was a miracle... "Гавно...what happened?" His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but still it seemed to catch the attention of someone in the room, Pavel able to see movement out of the corner of his eye in the low light, but not able to make out the face. "I feel like death." Maybe that's because he died, not that he would know that. Only for a few minutes, but clinically dead all the same. //what if i Forced ronan to admit to the Gay by literally fucking killing pasha for a sec because someone took a fight too far 🤔 -  ✩   「 @the-ultimate-muses 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Ronan has a complicated relationship with... hockey.

It's brutish. It's bewildering. It's beautiful... in a begrudgingly-admitted way. Not that Ronan has been bold enough to do so. Out loud. No matter how consistently he came to the games. What had begun layered in excuses of ❛ assessing ❜ the players' skating skills, slowly turning into an apparent fascination with what OTHERS could possibly see in it, to... Well, he never actually voiced any other excuse reason aside from that judgmental position. Now, more than almost anything, he wishes he had.

Did Pasha believe his excuses? Or did he know Ronan was there because the figure skater wanted to see HIM? To support him. Normally Ronan's fervent prayers ( to a God he doesn't think exists ) are for the other man to remain oblivious to his true feelings intentions. Mortified at the mere thought of being found out by Pasha. But now, trapped in the sterile indifference of a hospital room, nothing but the steady blessed beeping of a machine breaking the silence, he wants nothing more than for Pasha to see right through him.

Part of him wonders if it's because he's STILL terrified of having to say it himself... Fists clenched on his thighs, white-knuckled grip trembles as Ronan stares, unseeing at the floor. Glaring as if it's the reason Pasha is here, eyes brim with a fresh round of bitter tears. A familiar sting blurring his gaze, he doesn't bother wiping them, figuring that it'll be some time before anyone was around to witness. Heaviness pulling at his body, Ronan prepares himself to push past another wave of exhaustion. Not having left the others side since the incident, nor accepting any offered food or drink, Ronan is starting to regret his stubbornness. Sick as his stomach may be, maybe he should have at least taken some water... No. He would have only thrown it up.

He always has trouble keeping things down in hospitals. Ever since he was hurried to one after he was attacked by— ... There hadn't been anyone waiting for him when he woke up. There were more important things to do than wait around for someone who couldn't compete. Just an empty room and a headache-inducing beeping. He doesn't know how fiercely Pasha's head may be pounding when he awakes ( Ronan had felt like someone was splitting his skull in half ) but he can at least ensure that the other man doesn't wake up alone... Since he's actually GOING to wake up.

Pasha is actually going to wake up.

Pasha is waking up.

Breath catching, Ronan nearly slips off his seat at the other's voice. Even that hoarse whisper breaking past the deafening storm within his mind. Breathing heavily, wide eyes focus on Pasha. Frozen in place, it feels as if time has stood still, Ronan only now realizing that he's been sitting here for hours and yet didn't use ANY of that time to figure out what he'd say when Pasha woke up. Abruptly hit with an overwhelming terror, he considers rushing out of the room before Pasha can realize who is there. But just as quickly as the urge strikes, it retreats and is replaced with something far stronger and more troublesome. ❝ Y—You're awake... ❞

Voice is equally weak, albeit stolen by emotions instead of the physical trauma Pasha has gone through. Although Ronan looks seconds away from collapsing; bedraggled as he looks at his injured crush friend Pasha with tired and glossy eyes. ❝ You... You— ❞ He croaks, shakily standing as a hand tentatively reaches toward the other before retreating to clench against his own chest. ❝ You.... ASSHOLE! ❞

Bristled in pain turned false rage, Ronan rushes to the side of the bed and grips the edge of it. Too scared to touch Pasha directly, death-grip holds onto the side of where he lays, fingers aching from the force of his trembling hold. ❝ Do you know how scared I was?! What you PUT ME THROUGH?? You can't just— You- You... You're such a JERK! ❞ Ronan scolds through a pained voice, thick with emotion as he fights to see past tears. Falling down his face, they leave glistening trails of truth shame on soft skin. ❝ Y-You're not allowed to DO that... You— You're not allowed to leave... ❞

Knowing full well that he's being irrational... emotional.... likely confusing as Hell; Ronan still can't stop. Words overwhelmed by the sobs barely choked back in his throat, he closes his eyes as if that may bring everything to a halt. Cloaking himself in a darkness that doesn't change anything, he keeps them shut and fights back the way he wants to fall on his knees. To sink into the ground and let it overtake him. Or worse... to fling his arms around Pasha and never let go. To crawl into that stupid hospital bed and lay beside him. To forget any of this ever happened. To forget what he had felt when— What he had thought... What he had feared.

Ronan really shouldn't be here...

Be he WANTS to be.

Foolish and agonizing and harmful ( to both of them ) as it may be, he wants to be here... and he wants Pasha to know WHY. 「 ☆ 」

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (81-82)

In which you can’t win a game if the goalie doesn’t let a goal in, deep disappointment’s easier with a companion (sorry Sam, Jared sucks), Jared tells his parents about the engagement after LITERAL MONTHS, it Does Not Go Well, Erin’s a monster and I love her, Jared and Don are too similar for their own good sometimes, and Bryce vulnerable hurts real bad.

Series page if you want to follow along.

81. Holding On

There’s nothing you can do when a goalie plays a perfect game.

Lotta sad in one sentence.

Jared isn’t exactly by himself, though — he’s got Sam, who’s exuding a ‘fuck off’ vibe, his back to Jared on his bed, facing the wall. Jared is at least fifty percent sure he’s crying right now.

Poor Sam, heartbroken and far from home and with the worst possible roommate to be dealing with that.

Jared hesitates. “Do you want to talk—”

“No,” Sam says, and Jared escapes, relieved.

The WORST.

“Hey,” Bryce says, loose postured but mouth tight, and Jared walks right into his open arms, the door swinging shut behind him.

Jared at his happiest and saddest desperately requires Bryce hugs.

“Sorry,” Bryce murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I just — I don’t want to think,” Jared says. “I don’t want to feel like this.”

“I know,” Bryce says, soft.

“Can we just—” Jared says, not quite sure what he’s asking for. Distraction. He needs to be distracted.

Physical touch, baby.

“I’m right beside you,” Jared says, but he doesn’t resist when Bryce pulls him in, Jared’s face tucked into where his neck meets his shoulder, somewhere he can hide from everything, try to keep the feelings at bay.

The way the two of them hide in each other, in the quiet safe space of the crook of a shoulder, completely surrounded by one another? Big feels.

“I could get you a ticket—” Bryce says.

“No, you can’t,” Jared says, and Bryce is quiet, because offer or not, he knows Jared has to get on that bus. Failure bus. Bus of sadness. Bus of blame, likely as not, as the trip goes on, everyone simmering, remembering a missed pass, a turnover, a weak goal, deciding that was the nail in the coffin. Fun trip home.

Gotta be there for the shit part of things as much as the good.

“Were you even out with your family, or was there some Hitmen thing I wasn’t invited to?” Sam asks, sounding hurt

Poor little rookie Sam feeling left out as well as disappointed.

Bryce folds him into one of those giant hugs again, and Jared half wants to push his way out of it, because it makes him want to cry, half wants to hold on so tight Bryce can’t breathe, clinging until he finally starts feeling better, however long that’ll take. He settles for letting Bryce hug him, not letting himself hug back.

Oh Jared.

“Okay,” Jared says, reaching out for the nearest part of Bryce — his hip — and Bryce takes a hand off his phone, squeezes Jared’s hand before releasing it. He’s asleep beside Jared when Jared wakes up next, early morning light filtering through the curtains, mouth soft, lashes dusting his cheeks.

My soft babies. When Jared lets himself be tender he’s so fucking soft for Bryce.

He goes through his phone over coffee, because he thinks he can handle the messages now, the sympathy and commiseration. Maybe he was wrong; he finds his eyes stinging a lot, especially at one from his dad, a simple I’m so proud of you, Jared that hurts worse than any of the ‘I’m sorry’s, because what’s there to be proud of? He lost. They all lost. They did their best and they lost anyway, and it’s—

Oh Jared.

“I just—” Jared says, chokes on it again, and when Bryce comes to the table, wraps his arms around him, Jared holds on with shaking hands, just as tight as he needs to right now, and Bryce doesn’t say a word of complaint, even though it can’t be comfortable, even though it must hurt.

It does. But he can take it.

82. Permission

Chaz keeps inviting him to hang out, but Jared makes weak excuses, honestly afraid of it, because the only guy not on this year’s Hitmen roster who knows how Jared feels more than Bryce does is Chaz, and it’s one thing to fight back tears in front of the guy you’ve agreed to marry, it’s a whole other thing to do it in front of your former captain.

Baby.

Chaz is understanding about that too, sending a whenever youre ready dude the third time Jared hedges, because again, Chaz Rossi is a much better person than Jared is.

Not like it’s hard, but Chaz is a good egg.

Honestly, everyone in Jared’s life is, excepting the hobgoblin Mathesons, who are the reason he is what he is.

You’re gonna be so pleased when you get non-related hobgoblins in your life.

“Are you going to tell them tonight?” Bryce asks, when Jared gets off the phone.

“It doesn’t really seem like a good time,” Jared says.

Jared you have been engaged for literal months now.

“It’s been literal months,” Bryce says, sounding a little frustrated.

Bryce and I are not interested in Jared’s excuses.

“Yeah,” Bryce says. “But like — I told my mom they didn’t know, but I’m worried she’ll like, think they do now or something, since I told her you were going to tell them after playoffs.”

I mean Elaine would reasonably assume that Jared may have told them after literal months.

“So like, my mom and your mom email sometimes,” Bryce says.

“What?” Jared asks.

“You didn’t know that?” Bryce asks.

“You didn’t tell me!” Jared says.

Meanwhile Elaine and Susan have been emailing for literal months as well sucks to be you Jared.

“I can come with you if you want,” Bryce says. Jared didn’t even tell him about his mom’s open invitation to him, so that’s just him being stupidly brave.

My brave sweet boy.

“It’s just — totally not going to be pleasant,” Jared says. “I don’t want you to deal with that shit.”

“I’ve kind of signed on for that,” Bryce says. “Better or worse, y’know?”

“You’re very sweet,” Jared says. “And I’m still not letting you get within killing distance yet.”

Jared would like his future husband ALIVE.

“Don’t die either,” Bryce says.

“They won’t kill me,” Jared says. “But if I don’t come home tonight, I’ve been kidnapped.”

“I’d come rescue you,” Bryce says earnestly, and Jared laughs, presses a kiss to his temple.

My brave sweet boy.

“Hey mom,” Jared says. “You want the salt?”

“I’m fine,” she says, but Jared pointedly passes it to her with his left hand. She takes it, frowning, but not because she’s noticed the ring. She remains totally oblivious to the ring.

Jared sulks.

This ridiculous boy.

“Why’re you wearing a ring?” Erin asks as Jared stabs at his pasta, and Jared has never been more grateful to her in his entire life. She thinks she’s cornered him, but she’s played right into his hands.

Jesus, he sounds like a supervillain right now.

I mean…

“Erin, can you please go up to your room?” his mom finally asks.

‘Sweetheart your dad is about to start yelling, please go upstairs’

“I’ll make an exception this time,” his mom says. “We need to talk to Jared alone right now.”

“You mean yell at Jared,” Erin says. “And I know, that’s why I’m staying.”

Utter hobgoblin. ILU Erin.

“You know,” his dad says, voice even enough that Jared’s immediately wary. “Bryce asked us if he had our permission marry you.”

Jared: oh no dad’s not yelling what’s the trap.

“So he asks us, but when we say no he just does it anyway?” his dad asks. The even tone’s completely disappeared. RIP Don Matheson’s hold over his temper. “That shows a complete lack of—”

The even tone lasted a whole sentence. And more importantly one snappish answer from his smartass son.

“He came to ask us for permission to propose when you were at prospect camp last summer,” she says.

“Seriously?” Jared asks, and he’s honestly impressed Bryce kept it on the down low for as long as he did. He’s also kind of impressed it stayed hidden considering how dumb a hiding place a sock drawer is. Talk about clichés.

Jared roasting Bryce in his head while being impressed (and also completely ignoring the fact he went around oblivious to all this for close to a year) is very Jared.

“I’m well aware of that,” Jared says. “I’m not stupid, so please stop acting like I don’t know the consequences of fucking marriage.”

“Stop swearing at your mother,” his dad snaps.

Jared hasn’t noticed this — he in fact says he’s surprised when Don doesn’t snap at him for saying ‘fucking elated’ when asked how he feels about Bryce’s trade — Don does not snap at Jared for swearing. He snaps at him for swearing AT people. Specifically at Susan. Don’t fucking swear at his fucking wife.

“I don’t doubt that you love Bryce and that he loves you,” his mom says. “I know you love each other. But love isn’t the only part of a marriage, Jared. There’s a lot of commitment and compromise required to make things work, and considering you probably won’t even be living in the same city in a few months — I just don’t think you really understand what’s involved, honey.”

Susan has a lot of very valid concerns! (Particularly the toll of a long-distance relationship) That she is expressing without yelling so that is good.

“I did research,” Jared says. “I know what marriage involves.”

Jared, with every single subject: I shall Research. 

“Almost two years, actually,” Jared says. “How long were you together before dad proposed?”

Barely over a year, Jared knows, so there.

Don and Susan had a WHIRLWIND courtship and Don was ready to propose like, the third month, but restrained himself to thirteen. (He ALSO bought the ring earlier and hid it in a drawer. So stealth, Don and Bryce.)

Jared has about a hundred different answers on his tongue, but none of them feel like they’d be convincing, feel like something his mom wouldn’t have an immediate retort to. God, is he this fucking exhausting to argue with? No wonder Bryce hates when they fight.

Yes, you are that exhausting to argue with. But you are not even close to as good at articulating your points calmly and rationally. Don’t give yourself that much credit. Your mom has way more control over her mouth than you do yours, Little Don.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Jared says instead, an excuse to just — stop for a second, text Bryce, and his dad looks like he’s about to protest before he clearly realises they’ll still have Jared trapped when he comes back down. It’s too small a window to climb out of, and honestly, Jared’s not risking a broken leg just to escape this conversation, so the whole second floor’s out.

Look at these two ridiculous men thinking about dramatic escape.

His trip upstairs is interrupted, however, because Erin is literally sitting on the top of the stairs, chin in her hands, looking like all her dreams have come true.

She’s such a little shit. luv u Erin.

“That’s creepy as fuck,” Jared says, “You’re creepy as fuck.”

Erin smiles back at him.

“Say what you’ve gotta say, I need to pee,” Jared says.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a child bride,” Erin says.

She has been WAITING to say that. She is EXCITED to say it.

“My bad,” Erin says. “Nineteen’s a totally reasonable age to get married.”

“Oh fuck off,” Jared says.

“Mom, Jared told me to fuck off!” Erin yells. “And called me creepy as fuck!”

“Did he say that because you’re eavesdropping when you’re not supposed to?” mom calls back.

I also love you Susan.

ok, Bryce responds, along with a flurry of hearts, and Jared blows out a breath, flushing the toilet and then running the sink — always best to keep up appearances when you use your bladder as an excuse.

Look at this little shit making sure his clear excuse has plausibility.

They manage like, three bites in silence before his dad puts his fork down.

“Oh, this will be good,” Jared says.

“Don’t be snide,” his mom says.

“Dad’ll have it covered,” Jared says.

I don’t think Jared realises how much he goads his father in these conversations. Like, on the one hand he is intentionally doing it? On the other hand things would probably go a little smoother if Jared didn’t poke at him constantly when he’s already angry.

“Hey,” Jared snaps. “Enough, okay. I don’t know what else he has to do to get you to treat him with some fucking respect. He tries so hard —”

This absolutely needed to be said. And exactly as angrily as Jared said it.

“He loves me, okay,” Jared says. “And he’s crazy supportive of me, and he treats me amazing, even when I’m a dick, and he’s willing to like, tell people about us even though it scares the shit out of him because he loves me. So can you please show him some respect for once?”

Jared <3

“Nope,” Jared says. “I researched it. Only people who can get a copy are next-of-kin or like, our lawyers. Not that I have a lawyer, but like, you know what I mean. That’s Alberta, at least. BC needs written authorization from one of us, so it’s also pretty safe if we get married there instead.”

“You think of everything, huh,” his dad says. It’s not a compliment.

Hey Jared you know how you wondered if it is as exhausting to argue with you as your mother? Now imagine your wife and kids all do this.

“Since March?” his mom says. “And you didn’t tell us? It’s May.”

This is literally the first time Susan has not spoken calmly that night and it comes from a well of hurt.

Bryce’s smile dims, and it’s pretty clear that he’d hoped it’d go well too. Which like, obviously. Fuck, Jared doesn’t know, he’s tired. He didn’t think his parents being against it would hurt as much as it does, that them not trusting him to make his own choices would be so — insulting’s not the right word, even though it is insulting. Hurtful. It fucking hurts. He’s always been responsible, always done what they wanted him to do, and Bryce is their big exception, he knows, but he doesn’t think he’s making the wrong choice here, and he’s working with a lot more information than they are.

Oh Jared.

“Still want to marry me?” Bryce asks after a minute, voice so small Jared almost doesn’t hear him.

Baby.

“Is that yes?” Bryce asks.

“Duh,” Jared says, and tilts his head so he can kiss the palm of Bryce’s hand, lets it rest against his lips until it stops shaking.

Babies.

[achliegh]

Bandaids

Hello, I’m back with part three of this little series. It has been quite nice to tell this story and is good therapy for me. Again I mean no disrespect with this fic these are things that have happened to me and how I deal with them. Read at your own risk, this is a triggering fic. Tell me is you want a part 4

CW/TW: CW/TW: Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal)

Part1 Part2

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Leo wasn’t walking home, he was stomping. How dare that jerk call him pecan he hasn’t used that name in years, he asked his boys to never call him that. He wants to scream, he wants to shout. He wants to break down and cry, he wants to break down and laugh. He is feeling everything at once and yet nothing at all. The usual ten minute drive to the apartment has turned into a 15 minute stomp back home. He throws his bag on the ground and goes to the kitchen. He is going to distract himself in the best way he knows how. Baking.

By the time Logan and Finn came home the house was filled with a wonderful smell. They both floated into the kitchen following the smell and stopped dead in their tracks. Leo's hands were covered in bandaids, there was flour everywhere, a first aid kit on the table and dishes all over. His eyes were red from crying and his hands shook as he was cutting butter to fold into some homemade pasty crust. They shared a look and both silently agreed Finn would keep an eye on Leo while Logan went to call Sirius.

“Hey Nutty, what Cha making?” Finn sat on a stool across the island from Leo as he took his frustration out on the dough he was making. Leo looked up at Finn through his messed up hair that he has been tugging on every once in a while. “It smells great in here”

He just blinks at him and then his eyes widen as he drops his dough. “Fuck, I forgot about about my cookies!” The younger boy turns around and pulls some odd shaped sugar cookies out of the oven, hes shaking bad enough that the baking sheet is moving in the pan as he sets it down on the counter. “I don’t even like sugar cookies- what- why did I made these?” He looks at Finn as if the older boy has the answer to everything and his eyes start to fill with tears. “What am I even doing? Half of this can’t even be ate because theyre have my fucking blood in them and my literally tears. Finn, I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He wraps his arms around himself as a few silent tear streak down his face.

Finn’s heart just shatters as he watches Leo fall apart right before his eyes. He walks over and cautiously reaches out for the light of his life. A silent invitation for touch. The younger boy practically falls into his arms and presses his nose into Finn's neck. Leo isn’t sobbing, he has done enough of that the past few weeks. A few rogue tears did fall onto his shoulder but he didn’t care. Finn moved Leo to sit down on one of the bar stools as Finn figures out how to turn off the oven.

Leo was resting his head in his hands when he felt a hand on his back, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He might have dozed off for a few minutes as the adrenaline from his argument earlier seeped out of his veins. He looked up to look into a pool of emeralds and his heart skipped a beat. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was to have two beautiful boys who loved him. He felt guilty for how he has been acting the past few weeks but the boys have been so good to him and so good at understanding his boundaries at different times. He learned it and gave his boy a smooch. He smiled when Logan kissed back and pulled away putting their foreheads together

“Mon Coeur, Sirius is here I think you two should talk.” He looks into his eyes and pushes his hair off his forehead and kisses the young boy's forehead. He pulled away and went to stand by Finn. “We will be in the other room if you need us okay? Peanut?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay” he sends a soft smile their way as they both plant a kiss on each of his cheeks and head to the bedroom as Sirius walks in and sits next to Leo on a bar stool and looks into the kitchen.

“You really did a number on this kitchen, eh Nutty” He smiles at the young boy and is struck by just how rough he looks. The wild hair, the dark sleep bruises under his eyes, the bandaged up fingers, pale face. He looked so young and so vulnerable. Sirius understood, and he wanted to help. “Leo, can… can you tell me what's going on? Everyone has been worrying about you ever since Luka showed up.” He noticed the way Leo looked alarmed and tensed when he said Luka. “You know, I haven’t really talked to many people on the team about my past and my family. My parents would physically… abuse me, and they would say horrible things to me. Some of the habits they forced on me I have actually kept over the years, Heather says i should keep them because it will remind me of what I’ve come from.” He looked up to see Leo staring at him and he took his hand in support. “Do you go to Heather?”

“Yeah, I-I do go to her. Not as much as I should but I don’t know how much I can handle.” He looks as though he is thinking of the right words to say. “Sirius, you don’t have to tell me anything, I said basically everything that happened in the locker room… He would treat me like I was a disposable fleshlight” He tightens his grip on Sirius’ hand and balls his other fist tight enough to crack his knuckles. “ Sorry, some people don’t like when I do that.” He looks at Sirius and swallows.

“I understand, Leo this isn’t something you should have to deal with. If what I heard in the locker room was true then we need to talk to Arthur and the Lions Organization to get him fired because you, looking and acting like this. It has to be so stressful and if I had to work around my father or god forbid my Maman I couldn’t handle it. You're incredibly strong and I actually admire you for that.``

“Cap I have done nothing but cause issues for the last month!”

“You have a reason for acting out though Leo, and we can help you. Please, Let the team help you.” His eyes were pleading as Leo looked into them. He nodded and Sirius pulled him into a tight embrace. “Go tell your boys we are going to talk to Arthur.” He smiled as Leo wandered over to the bedroom, he could hear talking and a few smacks off kisses.

Leo emerged from the room with a shy smile on his face and red cheeks. Sirius shook his head but smiled as he patted the Goalies shoulder and walked them out the door to his range rover.

[gamergirl929]

Dirty Dreams (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

As to be expected, reader is a bit embarrassed waking up in the middle of the night to her roommate’s moans, but what happens when that roommate, Kelley O’Hara starts moaning her name?

Implied Smut

“Fuck, right there...” You hear a groan from the other bed and your eyes flutter open, brow furrowing.  

You sit up, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to clear your vision, meanwhile another groan sounds from the bed beside yours.  

“Please...”  

You turn, eyes wide when you see, Kelley, alone in her bed, fast asleep, tossing back in forth in bed as her hips roll.  

“Fuck...” She sighs and your eyes double in size, cheeks heating up, flushing a deep shade of red.  

Another moan passes her lips and you shudder, chastising yourself for reacting the way you are.  

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close.” She sighs and you nearly die right on the spot, your heart seizing in your chest.  

You lay back down, pulling the covers over you as you roll on your side, facing away from the woman, feeling the moment was far too intimate to see without having some sort of permission, your eyes slamming shut when the woman lets out a sudden cry.  

It’s with a sudden gasp, Kelley sits up, eyes wide as they dart around the room before settling on you, her cheeks blood red.  

“Y/N?” She whispers uncertainty and you don’t answer, feigning sleep.  

Suddenly, the bed beside you shifts and you slam your eyes shut, the woman tiptoeing to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.  

You finally release the breath you’d been holding and roll over to look up at the ceiling.  

How in the hell were you supposed to sleep now?

                                                           ***

You second you awoke you made a beeline for the shower before making yourself scarce, even before Kelley had woken up. You knew the defender would be confused, but how were you supposed to face her after what happened last night?  

You made your way down to breakfast, incredibly early, so early even Carli wasn’t down there, but you could care less, you were too busy thinking about what happened last night... You literally heard what it sounds like when Kelley-

“You alright? Your face is really red.” Someone pokes your cheek and you jump, glancing up seeing Christen and Tobin, the two eyeing you curiously.  

You clear your throat, glancing away.  

“Y-Ye-Yeah, I-I'm fine.” You mumble, taking a swig of the orange juice you’d grabbed, Christen and Tobin sharing a glance as you chug the entire glass.  

“Yeahhhh, sureee...” Tobin’s brows arch and you shake your head.  

“I am, just tired.” You shrug jumping to your feet and basically running away to get more juice, but in all honesty, it was to get away from the two women who were still staring at you in question.  

“Yeah, that was totally normal.” Christen snorts her and Tobin sharing a glance.  

The woman shakes her head with a shrug.  

“Guess she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

Christen shrugs.  

“Maybe Kelley could get it out of her?”  

                                                           ***

Kelley couldn’t get it out of you, considering she was the very reason you were in this state to begin with, how exactly could you tell the woman you’d been awake last night, hearing everything that had happened including the woman moaning your name.  

You let out a shudder from your place on the bench and Sonnett leans towards you, poking your head.  

“You alright dude?” She asks and you nod wordlessly.  

Lindsey scoffs.  

“Yeah, looks like it.”

Vlatko walks towards you, clapping a hand on your shoulder.  

“Start warming up.” He smiles and you let out a breath you hadn't even realized you’d be holding as you jump to your feet.  

“Thank fuck.” You mumble to yourself before you start stretching, thankful to get off the bench and let off some steam on the field.  

                                                           ***

Letting off steam on the field had been a great idea, at least in your head, but what you didn’t realize at the moment was you had to interact with the woman you’d been doing your best to avoid, the woman whose moans and gasps sent a shudder down your spine.  

You let out a shudder when those brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C ones, just then, the ball ends up at your feet.  

You growl, much to the surprise of the Thailand player in front of you whose eyes widen, giving you the perfect opportunity to fire on goal.  

The shot is as fast and as deadly as a cannon ball, the Thailand goalie powerless to stop it before it slams into the back of the net.  

Your teammates run towards you to celebrate, the first one to get to you, of course, being the woman you were desperately trying to avoid.  

Kelley jumps up into your arms, her legs wrapping around your middle, arms slipping around your neck as she kisses the top of your head.  

“That was awesome!” She gives you a squeeze before slipping out of your hold, the woman’s grin massive as her eyes lock with yours.  

You return the smile, though you can’t help but bite your lip, remembering the obscene sounds that passed through Kelley’s open mouth.  

Your other teammates surround you cutting contact with the defender off and you’re gland, though you completely miss the small frown that tugs the corner of the defender’s mouth downwards.  

                                                           ***

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” Alex asks and the defender shrugs as she plops down into the seat beside Alex considering you’d decided you were going to sit with Sonnett.  

“I don’t know.” She shrugs sadly, brown orbs darting to you, finding your Y/E/C orbs already on her.  

You quickly turn away, cheeks dusted pink and Sonnett scoffs as she looks between the two of you.  

“What the hell is going on between you two?” She asks and you shrug, cheeks flushing a shade darker.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You mumble and Lindsey scoffs, she and Sam turning around to eye you intently.  

“That’s shit.” Lindsey snorts and you roll your eyes.  

“Shouldn’t you be wearing your seat belt?” You gripe and Sonnett smacks you in the chest.  

“Stop changing the subject.” She grumbles and you groan.  

“There was no subject, nothing’s going on and that’s final.” You turn away, slamming your air pods in your ears and Sonnett turns to Lindsey, rolling her eyes hard.  

“Yeah, there’s definitely something going on.”  

                                                           ***

Apparently, Kelley had made it her mission to sit with you at dinner and she in fact did just that, diving into the seat right beside you.  

You let out a snort at her enthusiasm, shaking your head as you take a swig of your drink.  

Kelley leans over nudging you playfully and you turn to her, grinning.  

“You’re a dork.”  

Kelley snorts, shrugging.  

“AND!?”  

You throw your head back with a chuckle.  

“Not a thing O’Hara, not a thing.”  

                                                           ***

The second your food made it to the table, what happened last night comes back in stark relief considering the appreciative noises Kelley is making as she eats her dinner.  

Kelley lets out a groan and your leg jumps, knee smacking the table painfully.  

You pout rubbing your knee, blushing when suddenly another hand joins the mix, the hand belonging to the very woman whose noises made you smack it in the first place.  

“Are you alright?” She asks and you blush, clearing your throat.  

“I-I-I'm o-okay...” You stammer, grabbing your drink and knocking the entire thing back.  

Kelley gives you knee a squeeze and you do everything you can do not self-combust.  

Falling in love with your best friend was never in the cards, but like every disgusting rom-com over, you had, and with the events last night, you were about to dig a hole and bury yourself in it.  

Much to your excitement, and dismay, Kelley’s hand stays exactly where it is, her thumb gently running back and forth across your knee.  

Your cheeks are horrifyingly red and you worry that smoke may start pouring out of your ears when Kelley let’s out a groan, taking a healthy bite of the desert that had been placed in front of her.  

“God hates me.” You whisper, snatching Sonnett’s drink and throwing it down.  

“HEY!” You whine and you shrug.  

“I’m dying I needed it.”  

Kelley is in a similar state, blushing at her own actions, but she’d missed you today, and worried if she wasn’t touching you in some way that you may vanish.

                                                           ***

Kelley eventually devours her desert entirely, much to your relief because the appreciative moans she’d been making finally cease, causing you to relax slightly, but not entirely because Kelley’s hand is no longer on your knee, but on your thigh.  

When it’s time you basically jump to your feet, Kelley’s hand sliding off your leg.  

“Thank fuck.” You mumble, everyone watching as you basically sprint outside.  

“Oh yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.” Sonnett mumbles, she and Lindsey running after you.  

“Get back here Y/N!” The blonde’s shout, sprinting out of the restaurant, leaving their teammates behind.  

“What in the hell was that?” Megan asks and everyone shrugs, Kelley frowning.  

“What did I do wrong...?” She whispers under her breath, shuffling sadly out of the restaurant behind the others.  

                                                           ***

Kelley had remained quiet the entire walk back to the hotel, not even dancing as she usually did, instead just remaining silent as she followed the team.  

The same can be said for when you get into the hotel, everyone going their separate ways, thus, leaving you and Kelley alone, the woman’s head down as you unlock your hotel room’s door.  

She doesn’t say a word, silently grabbing her things and moving into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind her.  

You stop at the bathroom door, frowning when you hear a soft sniffle from the other side.  

You had to tell her what had happened last night, you had to tell her, but didn’t know how.  

                                                           ***

Kelley finally leaves the bathroom, moving past your bed but before she can get far you blurt out what had been on your mind all day.  

“I WAS AWAKE LAST NIGHT.” You practically scream and Kelley freezes, back to you as her brown orbs go wide.  

Kelley stays entirely still, hoping against hope that she’d heard you wrong, but deep down she knows she didn’t.  

“I heard everything.” You blush as you cover your face, the tips of your ears blood red.  

Kelley finally finds the courage to turn towards you, but of course, you don’t notice considering you’re trying to smother yourself with your own hands.  

“I-I m-mean I was h-having ah... A dream about...” She starts and you shake your head.  

“Oh, trust me, I know what you were dreaming about, by the...” You close your eyes, clearing your throat. “Noises you were making.” You shiver.  

Kelley’s brow arches and she smirks.  

“Seems like you liked what you heard.”  

You grab your pillow and throw it at her, rolling over and hiding your face.  

“Quiet.”  

Kelley moves towards the bed, her own cheeks blood red.  

“You did, didn’t you?” She teases and you groan.  

“Kelley shut up.” You growl and the defender snickers, surprisingly you by poking you in the back.  

“Tell me you li-

Kelley gasps when you suddenly jump up, wrapping your arms around her waist and pinning her against the opposite wall, your nose inches away from hers.  

“Yeah. I liked it and I want to hear it again.”  

Kelley’s brown orbs darken right before your very eyes and you shudder.  

“I liked it so much that every time I looked at you I’d think about those sounds and about how much I wanted to hear them again.”  

You duck your head, kissing her neck and Kelley sighs.  

“Something tells me...” You whisper leaning towards her ear, your lips brushing her earlobe. “You want me to be the one to make you make those sounds, don’t you Kel?” You ask, biting her earlobe and Kelley shivers in your hold.  

“Ye-Yes.”  

“I can’t hear you.” You purr and Kelley shudders.

“Yes!” She squeaks when you bite her neck.  

“Last night I wanted nothing more than to be the one making you make those noises.” You whisper, inhaling sharply when Kelley starts unbuttoning your shirt.

The second she can she shoves it off of you, greedily eyeing the newly exposed flesh.  

“Slow down O’Hara.” You tease as you pin her back against the wall and she lets out a pitiful whine.  

You slow down, taking a deep breath.  

“Listen...” You swallow hard, glancing away, that is until Kelley gently cups your cheek and turns your head until your eyes lock.  

“I want you... But...” You start and Kelley’s brows furrow.  

“I want more than this.” You whisper, swallowing hard.  

“I r-r-r-eally, r-r-really like you...” You stammer nervously, closing your eyes so you don’t have to look into Kelley’s dark brown orbs you’d find yourself getting lost in so many times before.  

You completely miss the way Kelley’s brown orbs sparkle with unshed tears, the woman’s bottom lip quivering when she realizes that you too feel the same for her as she does for you.  

“Y/N?” She whispers and you turn towards her, eyes wide when you see her eyes glistening with tears.  

“No... No, don’t cry!” You hold your shaking hands up and Kelley smiles.  

“I’m so sorry-  

“Y/N.” Kelley says, but you only shake your head.  

“Please don’t cry I-

Kelley rolls her eyes, throwing her arms around your neck and pressing her lips against yours.  

Every ounce of air leaves your body and you worry that this may be what it feels like to die, but if you were to die kissing Kelley O’Hara?  

That would be a hell of a way to die.  

Kelley’s lips press softly against yours, a complete contrast to what the two of you were about to do.  

The kiss is passionate, everything you could want in a first kiss, your lips slotting together as if they were made for each other.  

Kelley’s fingers tangle in your hair and you sigh into the kiss, the defender smiling as the two of you part.  

“I want more too...” She whispers and you grin, tears welling up in your own eyes before sliding down your cheeks.  

You surge in again, pressing your lips softly against hers, the kiss void of lust, instead filled with passion, and love.  

You eventually part, your forehead resting against hers.  

Kelley smiles.  

“So... Are we gonna do this?” She asks uncertainly and you grin.  

“If you want to, I know I do.” You whisper, tilting your head back and kissing the tip of her nose.  

Kelley grins, pulling you in for another short and sweet kiss.  

You pull back with a grin, gently placing Kelley back down on the bed before climbing in beside her, your arms wrapping tightly around her.  

“And I thought I was going to get laid.” She mumbles and you smack her in the stomach, the woman grunting.  

“Shut up or you’re never getting laid. Asshole.” You snark and Kelley smirks.  

“Hey, I can get off just fine without you, I mean I did last night.” She teases and your cheeks flush as you pull her closer.  

“Shut up O’Hara before I smother you.”  

“I mean, I could get into that.” She snickers and you roll your eyes, tugging her closer, the woman burying her nose in your neck with a grin.  

“If I wake up to you humping me I’m gonna be super pissed.” Kelley scoffs.  

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t like it.”  

[shinymooncolor]

For my fellow Sweater Weather fans ❤️ @lumosinlove - thank you!

Kudos to @frombeauxbatons for helping me with Finnish.

@wxlfstxrx and @siriuslyqueer love youuu 💕

Sweater weather chats #10

The team goes to Vegas. Kris gets a new phone. Olli speaks Finnish. Remus and Sirius are in their honeymoon phase. The team dads ship it. Kasey gets cuddles. Logan gets lost. Leo is mad. Everyone bets on Sergei. Dumo is not a fan of Russian cheering during sex. Will we ever find out about Prague?

Wednesday 9.22 pm

Eliascookie: eyyy fucking love wifi in the air. 🤪

Dumodad: shhh someone is trying to nap and you guys are loud 🥴

Logantremblayzzz: sorry grandpa. Not all of us are old and cranky.

Sergei_81: careful I fight people for you

CarbO’Hara: and we love you dearly for that. But no denying you and dumo are old and cranky. You could literally both be Leo’s dads

Ollibear: he looks more like sunny and sergei’s baby than dumo’s

Blizzard: ohhh a love triangle 🙊😳

Sunnysideup: as much as I love sergei, I wouldn’t get between him and dumo. They’re the bromance of our gen :) also not my type

Kaneyoudigit: yeah. Where does that butt slap come from anyways? Even when one of them is out or injured they find time for that 👻

Bradygunz: I don’t think anyone understands it... where does it come from? Something about Prague - Allison was super cagey about it.

Dumodad: shhhh let us sleep. Night boys. Got another few hours and practice tomorrow is not optional. Sleep.

Nadotheman: VEGAS BABY

Krisvolley: practice and a game Nado.

RussianGod: DONT be boring krissy

——

Friday 12.33 pm

Remus created a group chat

Remus added Dumo, Sirius, Sergei, Sunny and Krissy

Remus named group chat HELP

Remus: okay boys. Sorry for this but I’m a little worried. We’re in Vegas and with a whole day of no games and only practice tomorrow once we touch down in LA, I can’t keep an eye on the entire team.

Dumo: haha dont worry go have a nice date with cap. God knows he’s cranky enough that you were away for that course for three days.

Sunny: don’t worry I sleep with ear plugs anyways 😜

Remus: hey we have separate rooms!

Krissy: wE hAvE sEpErAtE rOoMs....... it’s ok remmy 😉 cap plays better after you do whatever it is you do.

Sirius: alright stop. I wasn’t cranky. And leave Remus alone. You’re supposed to be the mature ones. Also Krissy?

Krissy: yes. I got a new iPhone and made the mistake of asking timmers and Olli to help me set it up on the plane. Now I can’t get it to change back. They set it to Finnish. Have no fucking clue and haven’t managed to get hold of Olli yet. 😳😳😳😳

Sergei: cap and re go enjoy honeymoon we take care of babies

Sunny: 😜😜😜😜😜 enjoy it while it lasts. Before you know it’s chores, babies and using alone time to catch up on sleep

Dumo: yeah. Don’t take your blissful kid free life for granted. 😈

Krissy: didn’t Logan and the other two walk in on your guys doing it in the kitchen last month?

Dumo: so?

Sergei: haha just kitchen? I’ve caught them worse. Is ok. You understand when you have babies. 😆

Krissy: I have a baby. I’m just single 😫😫😫

Sunny: want us to find a girl for you?🤓

Krissy: no thank you. Leave my sex life alone.

Sergei: u even have one?

Krissy left the group chat

Dumo added krissy to the group chat

Dumo: Sergei is sorry......... also he walked in on us maybe 5 times calm down. There’s nothing like Russian cheering to kill a mood....

Sunny: 5? That can’t be right. You were bunnies when she was pregnant last. I saw things I cannot unsee 🤯🤯🤯

Sirius left the group chat

Remus: you broke Sirius. Anyways I’ll leave the babysitting to you guys then.

Sunny: HAVE FUN REMUS 🥳🥳

——

Friday 2.54 pm

Logantremblayzzz: guys I’m lost. I’ve been walking towards that big pointy thing and the map from the hotel is crap and I got away from finn and he’s not picking up

*picture of map*

Blizzard: Logan.

Blizzard: THATS A MAP OF PITTSBURGH. WE’RE IN VEGAS. ALSO ITS UPSIDE DOWN.

Blizzard: how the fuck have you lived to see 23? 😆

Logantremblayzzz: oh. That makes more sense. 🙈🙈🙈

Newt-leo: what do you mean you lost Finn? Are you both lost somewhere in Vegas? Just use your phone and get back to the hotel...

Blizzard: Finn left his phone here in the room😂😂😂 better send out a search party

Logantremblayzzz: well I don’t know what happened. I can’t find him now. 😭

LeWilliam: There’s literally one strip of road in Vegas and you’ve gotten lost. 🐸

Dumodad: I swear to the fucking hockey gods we were never this stupid. Idiots. Get back here for 5, and we can go have a team dinner for those who want. Sergei is buying

Evanderbell: ohh @tylerthemighty and I are in!! Thanks @sergei_81!!!

Sunnysideup: he’s sleeping? Hahahah he’s gonna be unhappyyyy 😂

RussianGod: hehe thanks we’re play too...

Nadotheman: he means game. But yeah. Free dinner 😎

Prongstar: I think this one @logantremblayzzz has to go into the promo videos hahahahah 😂😂😂 I’m telling Marlene.... 😘

Ollibear: is anyone looking for Finn?

Newt-leo: yeah me and @krisvolley are going out now

——-

Friday 3.44 pm

CarbO’Hara: THANKS FOR DITCHING ME LOGAN

Logantremblayzzz: I was lost too! Not my fault you wander about

CarbO’Hara: I was talking to a puppy and when I got back up you were gone 😔 didn’t have my phone. Had to ask two Cher’s and an Elvis how to get back. 😫

Newt-leo: you’re back at the hotel now?

CarbO’Hara: yes. Forgot my phone.

Newt-leo: WELL THATS FUCKING GREAT. 😡

Walkietalkie: uhhh someone is in the dog house 😂😂😂

Nadotheman: bad fish... no goalie love for youuu

Blizzard: I can cuddle ya Finn. No worries. 😘😫😘

Logantremblayzzz: you’re not cuddling Finn. Go cuddle Nado if you need to.

RussianGod: come on blizzard. We do goalie sandwich 🥪🥪🥪🥪

Blizzard: gimme five minutes boysss 😍

Krisvolley: we’re heading back now. You’re paying for our cab Finn. Leo is really mad 😉

Friday 3.52 pm

Timmyforrealz: awww 😍

*nado and Kuny cuddling blizzard in a goalie sandwich*

Ollibear: there’s a lot of bromance in my room right now. 😂

Walkietalkie: at least they’re fully clothed. 🤞🏻

——

Friday 6.33 pm

Sergei_81: IM NOT PAYING FOR YOU All

Dumodad: yes you are. It’s your turn. 😘

Sunnysideup: u know it. It’s the deal. Shouldn’t bet if you can’t pay up.

Sergei_81: is thanks I get for fighting for you all.

Sirius: you keep bringing that up. But you love fighting for us. We love you for it 😜

Dumodad: haha cap’s got a point my friend. And you’re a glorious fighter. Haha your punches are feared through the league. Even the linesmen try to avoid getting between you and your victim

Nadotheman: you know there’s a bet in the league? First rookie to take you down gets a Rolex from a draw? Everyone chips in at draft? 😜

RussianGod: is true hehehe I put money in on never so I want watch

KrisVolley: was that an option? 😳 how did I not think of this

RussianGod: I’m smart just not in English. English stupid. Russian best 🥳

—-

Friday 9.33 pm

Ollibear: Mä oon niin ilonen mut mulla on ikävä kotiin. Mulla on ikävä muumeja.

Ollibear: Ja mun äitiä.

Ollibear: Tykkään myös tosi paljon pannukakuista.

Prongstar: Olli.exe stopped working…….

Sunnysideup: eh anyone’s got an eye on Olli? He’s defaulted to Finnish… 🙊🙊🙊

Dumodad: @timmyforrealzzz @nadotheman @russiangod

Dumodad: WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS DO NOW

KrisVolley: hahahaha Olli just had some shots. The waitress was making googly eyes at him and I guess he couldn’t say no 😆

Timmyforrealz: I think we should get him back to the hotel 😁😁😁

Nadotheman: not it!!!!

RussianGod: I got him. He dont walk

——-

“Kuny, he can’t even walk”

“I’m got him. He very drunk. Hehe not hold liquor well for Finn. Is embarrassing” Kuny snorted and hoisted his teammate more firmly over his shoulder.

“He owes me $100 for bribing the driver to take us”

“Sä oot hyvä venäläinen. Et ilkee venäläinen. Tunnen pahoja ja ilkeitä venäläisiä.”

“Any idea what he’s saying?”

“Not sure is even Finnish. Sound like just words”

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 33]

Rating: M Words: 2860 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When  a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure  about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the  newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the  daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t  even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are  they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Enjoy!

It was about ten days before Kristoff felt all of his symptoms had fully subsided. He had started going for jogs a couple of days ago, but anything more than that tended to bring the headache roaring back. So he continued to take it easy, go for a short jog in the morning, and only watch an hour of tapes per day. Anything longer than that hurt his head, too.

Anna had… not so slowly started moving her things in. She didn’t have much, but he told her to put her stuff wherever she wanted, that she could make this place as much hers as she wanted. And he genuinely meant it. His house had just been a house. He hadn’t put much thought into it beyond the comfort of his couch and bed. Decor was minimal, and everything was very much brown.

Maybe she could help him make it a home.

Her just being there already made it closer.

—

After four weeks, they broke her lease and she had officially moved in. They figured it would help her save some more in the long run, help her skate by for just a little longer, even if he told her over and over that she didn’t need to worry about money.

But Anna hadn’t wanted to start things out that way. She had some savings, and she could pay for things here and there, and she didn’t want him to feel like she was taking advantage. Kristoff assured her that he could never think that she was. But still, she insisted, and he told her that that was something he absolutely loved about her.

He had been able to start doing more normal exercises again. Working with the trainers was annoying, but there weren’t any headaches returning when he pushed himself like he used to. They told him if he could do this for a week without any symptoms popping up, he could get back on the ice. 

—

That week went by like a breeze, and Kristoff relished in the feel of crisp ice under his skates. There was no feeling better than being on the ice. He sighed with defeat as they told him they wanted to wait another week before they started firing pucks at him, but he grudgingly agreed. At least he was skating.

And then, even better, he got to come home and see Anna, her hair wrapped into a bun on top of her head as she sat with her knee to her chest, drawing in an almost full sketchbook, her tongue caught between her teeth. “Hi baby,” he smiled, his heart warming as she looked up at him and used the back of her hand to push hair from her eyes. He kissed her softly as he walked past, enjoying the pure domesticity of it all. “Have a good day?”

“Oh yes! I went to that cafe downtown that we like - you know, Oaken’s Mochas and Teas?” 

He always laughed at the name. So on the nose.

“And well, I noticed that they didn’t have any sort of logo or anything so… I don’t know. I just…” she blushed and spun around on the chair, dangling her legs off the side. “They know me and I figured what was the harm in asking - so I’m designing something for them now!”

His eyes widened and he took three steps forward to clear the gap between them, placing an enthusiastic kiss on her lips. “Anna, that’s so great.” 

“They’re paying me, too!” She was giggling against his mouth, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Remember how the last place wouldn’t pay? I took it because, you know, portfolio, but I offered for free, but they insisted.”

“I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Then her arms were around his neck and not letting go and she hummed low and slow, “how about you? Good day? Worn out?”

Oh. He was never too worn out for that.

He hoisted her up onto his hips, grinning like a madman as they moved backwards to his bedroom. Well, their bedroom. She never did sleep in the spare room.

—

He was growing slightly frustrated at the week-by-week status, but he knew this was his second head injury, and they wanted to be more careful this time around. But only progressing to the next step after a whole week was growing agonizing. At least he was doing non-contact now, grinning from ear to ear as he slapped each puck out of midair.

God it felt so fucking good to be back like this.

Anna had come with him today to spend some time with Honeymaren while they practiced, and he could hear her whooping from the stands. Every time he made a save, “that’s my baby!” Every time someone scored on him, “you’ll get it next time honey!”

It was the most endearing thing ever, as she jumped up and waved her hands in the air, as if it were an actual game. As if it weren’t just her in the stands, cheering him on during a practice.

God he loved her so much.

—

Finally they were letting him practice back in a regular jersey. No more no-contact. He was fortunate that goalies rarely got touched anyway, but now they guys weren’t holding back anymore. Slapshots and more risky wraparounds and pucks fired in a way that made him dive were becoming the norm again, and he felt so damn good with every puck he saved. 

Shot by shot, the rust was shaking off, and Kristoff felt ready to get back in a game. It was almost April, and he needed to be playoff ready. They had promised him he’d be back in by March 20th, which gave him a little under three weeks of in-game play before the playoffs started. They were so close to a playoff spot, and he knew that he could help them win it.

But he wouldn’t rush, and he was going to trust the physicians on staff, and take it slow. 

If for no other reason than Anna.

He knew she was worried about him getting back in. But they weren’t playing the Stallions yet - they had at least until the Eastern Conference, and by then he would undoubtedly be a one hundred percent. Plus, the guys had his back, and, he couldn’t help but laugh about it, Warren had been scratched for the rest of the season. Coach’s decision.

—

Right on the promised date, Kristoff was starting in net against Tampa, and the literal electricity in the arena had him amped up beyond belief. Their whole team was working together like a well oiled machine, and he hadn’t realized what a vital cog he was to the whole operation until he had been gone. Even if it had just been in practice, he already felt the connection, and he knew this game would be easily won.

Anna had threatened him with an indefinite withhold if he didn’t let her come on the roadie, so she was up in their box, undoubtedly screaming along to every play, and just knowing she was in the arena made his game that much better. 

They won, 5-2, and dog-piled in the middle of the arena as they clinched their playoff spot.

Fuck. This was still the best feeling in the world.

—

The rest of the season went by in a flash, and before they knew it, the Ice Breakers were facing New York in round one. It felt so easy now as they swept the round, and had extra days for recovery. 

The Stallions lost against Boston. 

It had been a weird moment, celebrating someone else’s loss, but Anna had come home with two bottles of champagne and they popped bottles and got a little drunk and Anna had taken him to bed and all right, he might be okay with celebrating another’s loss if it meant he got this. Plus, it was the team that almost took him out for the end of the season.

Yeah, he was okay with celebrating.

Philadelphia was a harder won match. They liked to play dirty. It went to game seven before they finally secured the win, and they all felt the tiring ache of it. Kristoff hated going to game seven - it meant they only had two days to recuperate before the next match started. 

But Anna had drawn him a hot bath, had snuck in to lay on his chest while he relaxed, and scratched her fingers against his chin as she waxed poetic about playoff beards and how maybe he should just keep it and then her hands sunk a little lower, and he was suddenly feeling a lot more prepared for the Conference finals.

He genuinely thought they might lose to Toronto. They lost the first two. Won the third. Lost the fourth, and if they didn’t win all three of the remaining games, they were out.

It was close. God it was so fucking close. 

Game seven. They were 3-3. Sudden death overtime. It looked like it might head into double overtime, with only eighteen seconds on the clock, but then --

Pederson scores! Ice Breakers win!!!! 

Thank fuck.

—

Anna was there for every game. Every win, every loss, she was there. And he knew he wasn’t being a good boyfriend right now, he knew that he was too focused on his career right now and this was what he had been so fucking concerned about from the beginning.

But after game two against Nashville, which they lost miserably, Kristoff was sulking on the couch watching tapes to figure out where they kept scoring on him, and Anna wrapped soft arms around his neck. 

“Hey,” she hummed, not even reacting to his short, irritated reply. “I just want you to know… How proud I am of you.”

That got his attention. 

“You had a really traumatic thing happen, and you bounced right back from it, and you’ve been playing so hard, and so well, and… There’s no fear, and that’s amazing.” He let one hand raise to her arm, stroking his thumb across her skin.

“I love you so much,” he muttered, tilting his head back to look up at her. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a bad boyfriend.”

“I know,” she smiled, placing one quick kiss against his lips. “And you haven’t. I can deal with your job being most important for two months of the year.”

“You love me still?”

“More every day.”

He felt more confident in game three. And four. And then they were up three to one, and only needed one more fucking win to win the whole damn thing. 

—

They were in Nashville and Anna was lamenting the fact that they didn’t have the time to actually see the city this week, and Kristoff pulled her close and told her if they won tonight they could stay here as long as she wanted and see everything she could possibly think of. She blushed and kissed him and told him that he better bring his A game, because she was holding him to it and would be horribly disappointed if they had to fly back home tonight.

That was an extra motivation.

They arrived at the arena early, amazed at the crowd already forming and the insane energy just surrounding the building. Playoff hockey was a whole other world, and he was so ecstatic that Anna was getting to experience it by his side. He kissed her deeply before she had to head up to the box and him to the locker room, with a quick squeeze of her bottom and a laugh.

“Hey!”

“It’s for luck!!”

Anna swatted at him but grinned as she followed Jelissa up the stairs to the visiting team’s box, laughing with the blonde about their stupid men and how on earth do we put up with them and Kristoff tuned out the rest before he heard something he didn’t want to. Then he turned his focus to the game.

“Men!” Sven hollered, his voice booming through the locker room. “This game is do or die. We’re ahead, but you better not let that cockiness mess with your game.”

Kristoff couldn’t help but smile. His best friend had perfectly honed his skill of making a speech lighthearted but also motivating. The team followed him into fire, and Kristoff had always admired him for it. When Sven wrapped it up and hopped down from his perch, Kristoff held out a hand, gripped his best friends’ and knocked their helmets together.

“Captain.”

“We win together or we die together, brother.”

Kristoff almost laughed at the drama of it all. “Calm down, Aragorn.”

Sven was silent for a moment. “When the fuck did you watch Lord of the Rings?”

“... Concussion recovery was rough.” He dropped Sven’s hand and smirked. “But it was actually pretty good.”

“Haven’t I been telling you for years that you would like it?” He smacked Kristoff upside the head and grinned. “Never listen to me, but the second you get a girlfriend…”

They heard the announcements starting, and moved out towards the runway. As always, they were last onto the ice, and as always, they fist bumped before they stepped out. He was as ready as he’d ever be. The timer counted down, they got into position.

Three.

Two.

One.

The puck hit the ice.

Period one had a rough start. 2-0 Nashville. But he was recalibrating, remembering what it was he kept missing. They got him on his glove side. They knew he was a little weaker, a little more hesitant with it after the injury.

But he could fix it.

Period two, nothing got by him, and the guys scored three times. 2-3 Ice Breakers. Thank god.

Period three, and the pressure is on. Nashville doesn’t want to lose, and the Ice Breakers don’t want to drag it out. They’ve played three long matches already. 

Nashville scores.

Ice Breakers score.

3-4.

4-4.

5-4.

5-5.

And then.

Carruthers, the kid they just brought up from the minors to fill in a gap from another injury, fucking scores with three seconds on the clock. His third game. His first NHL goal.

The fucking Stanley Cup game winning goal.

The whole team runs to center ice. The whole team dog piles on top of the kid, still silent and slack-jawed with shock, still not believing what just happened. 

“Fuck yeah!” 

“God damn it Ruthy!”

“How the fuck, kid!”

The incoherent screaming from the team didn’t drown out the booing from the crowd, but nothing would bring them down right now. Nothing could.

After their celebration, both teams basically let the three seconds run. Nashville knew nothing could be done, and the Ice Breakers weren’t about to let anything past them anyway. The buzzer rang and they all cheered again, whooping and hollering as they received the cup, went through the motions in the arena that wasn’t welcoming them. Then they ran down the runway, back to the locker room to find their family and friends waiting with enough champagne for every person in that room to have their own bottle.

Captain Sven Pederson had the pleasure of carrying the cup back with him. 

Music was blasting, everyone was screaming, champagne was already flying through the air and as the team started stripping some of their bulkier gear off, Mattias took to the stage. 

“I’ve never been more fucking proud of you boys. You rallied together and in just a few years, we’ve already risen so far beyond what people expected of this new little team in the middle of nowhere. I’m not going to make some big long speech,” Kristoff could see the tears in his eyes as he sniffled, and he let out a booming laugh as he looked around the room. “But you’ve all just… you’ve made me feel like a proud father.” He waved his hands in front of his face and shrugged. “But fuck my speech, let’s celebrate!”

And celebrate they did.

Bottles popped, beers were distributed, everyone drank way more than they should as Sven emptied at least 8 bottles of champagne directly into the cup and lifted it to pour into every players’ mouth. The man of the hour, Scotty Carruthers, was herded to the middle of the pack and drenched in champagne and beer before he had even fully finished processing what was happening.

After far too long, Kristoff found Anna, and she leapt immediately into his arms, placing sloppy peppered kisses all over his face. “I’m” kiss “so” kiss “fucking” kiss kiss “proud of you.” And then a hearty one on the mouth, as her hands pressed firm to either side of his jaw. 

Kristoff smiled with his fingers spread wide over her back as she threw her arms in the air to add more beer to the rain in the room. She laughed brightly, lowered her hands back to his shoulders, and gave him the best smile he had ever seen. “I love you so much.”

And then he thought that somehow that was worth more than the fucking Stanley Cup.

[zackcollins]

and she’s daddy’s little girl || sam montembeault

Author’s Note: This idea came to me last night but I waited until I was done with the Carter Hart series to write it. I figured it would be easier to stick to finishing the chaptered thing before I posted something else. I literally asked a random player generator for a player because I didn’t know which player to use. That’s why it’s Sam Montembeault. Also: bless burkysky for having the only Montembeault GIF when I searched his name. You the real MVP.

Warning: One solitary swear word. I don’t even know if that’s warnable but might as well do it just in case.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Title: Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle

Additional: The reader is feminine this time. I’ve done three (3) gender-neutral reader fics so I decided it was time to do a feminine reader fic. I hope that’s okay with you guys!

Rushing around setting up decorations was exhausting. You had been doing it for the better part of two hours and you could use a break. Your feet were aching and so was your back. Decorating for a party and being six months pregnant didn’t go well together.

As you stopped to rub your back, you felt another hand slot itself over top of yours. Looking over your shoulder, you smiled. Your boyfriend, Sam, was standing there. He moved your hand away and started massaging your back with his hands. You melted into his touch, groaning softly.

“Oh, fuck,” you hummed. “That feels amazing.”

Sam leaned forward, taking one of his hands off your back to brush some hair away from your neck. He kissed your neck gently, humming when he felt you shiver.

“You should sit down, (Y/N),” he mumbled against your neck. “You’ve done a lot of work already. Barkov and I can finish decorating.” Sam motioned his head toward Sasha; he was currently in the middle of arranging the goalie centrepieces on each of the tables. 

Nodding, you leaned your head back to allow Sam to kiss your neck a few more times before you departed. Sam smirked, catching the hint almost immediately. He peppered your neck with a few more kisses before he peeled himself off of you and went over to Sasha.

Making your way to your seat, you took your shoes off. You sighed now that your feet were no longer constricted by the tight fabric. Gently, you began rubbing your feet; you wanted to relieve some of the pressure the extra weight had caused you while you were running around decorating.

As you kneaded your swollen feet, you started to notice that the rest of Sam’s team was beginning to arrive. Glancing at the clock, you blinked. You hadn’t realized it was time for the party to start. You must’ve been so focused on decorating that you lost track of time. 

You noticed Sam stop to talk to each of his teammates. As he did, he pointed them in your direction. You smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. The fact that Sam was sending the team to you instead of you having to go to them was amazing; your feet were killing you and you absolutely needed to rest them for as long as you could.

Aaron and Jonathan were the first ones to make their way over to you. They both had a smile on their face; Aaron was wearing an away jersey and Jonathan was wearing a home jersey.

Jonathan lit up more when he saw that you had a home jersey on. “Nice! See, Aaron? (Y/N) thinks the baby is a girl!” Jonathan put his hand out for a fist bump. You smiled happily as you obliged.

“Yeah, yeah,” Aaron mumbled. “You still owe me $50 when I’m right.”

“And you owe me $50 when I’m right,” Jonathan said. You chuckled as they walked away. 

As the rest of the guys stopped to talk to you, you made sure to keep a note of the jerseys they were wearing. It seemed to be mostly in favour of the baby being a boy. Even Sam thought the baby was a boy. 

While everyone was mingling with each other, Sam made his way over to you. He sat in the seat next to you and placed his hand on your stomach. You smiled, placing your hand over the top of his.

“How are my girlfriend and my son doing?” He asked, kissing you.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at Sam with a tilted head. “Son? A little confident, aren’t we?”

Sam chuckled, rubbing your stomach. “Maybe. But you know I would be happy if we had a daughter too. Even happier if she turned out like her mommy.”

Blushing, you swatted Sam’s knee with your other hand. He chuckled again, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Sam motioned toward the net in the corner. “You think it’s time?”

Scanning the room then looking at Sam with a small smile, you nodded. Squeezing your hand, Sam kissed you gently before he stood. 

He garnered everyone’s attention, asking Sasha to help him set up the reveal. You sat in your seat, smiling the entire time. You were so excited about this. You and Sam had wanted this baby for a while and you sitting here, getting ready to reveal the gender to his team, made everything feel real for the first time. 

“(Y/N)?” The voice cut through your thoughts. You looked over and saw Sasha holding a hockey stick. “Sam is ready for you to shoot the trick puck at him.”

You smiled, standing from your seat. Taking the stick from Sasha, you thanked him. Sasha nodded his head in appreciation as he guided you toward the area that had been cleared for this event.

Looking around the room, you were pleased to see that everyone was giving you thumbs up and looks of encouragement. Directing your attention to Sam, you sheepishly smiled at him.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked, lining the blade of your stick up behind the trick puck.

Sam didn’t answer verbally. All he did was nod which made his mask clatter around on his head. You bit your lip as you fired the trick puck at Sam’s chest. When it exploded with a puff of pink confetti, you dropped the stick and squealed. Sam grabbed the cage of his mask with his blocker and lifted it up. Instead of the disappointment you thought you’d see, his face was pure elation. 

He walked over to you and wrapped you in a hug. You embraced him back, rubbing your hands along his back. Sam took his glove and blocker and cupped your face before leaning down and kissing you. The bottom of his mask felt weird on the top of your head but you weren’t complaining; kissing Sam was too nice of a feeling to complain about anything.

When he pulled back, he rested the hand part of his blocker against your stomach. It was then that you felt your daughter kick right where he had placed his hand. Sam looked at you, a genuine smile on his face.

“She’s going to be a daddy’s girl. I can tell.”

[starshine-cal]

I’m not gonna tag this at all so ppl don’t have to deal with it and also put it under a read more I guess (if I can figure out how to do that 😅)

This is about the fight AFTER the JT injury, no details of the injury are discussed, also it gets pretty rant-y but possibly not in the way you think 😅

-

I genuinely actually do not understand wtf is going on with the narrative around this game tonight. Look at this ⬆️

Perry could’ve said no to the fight. It was super obvious to me and some others watching it that the leafs absolutely did not think there was intent there. My first reaction was “oh yeah that’s fair I suppose, they would be upset enough to want to get that emotion out and settle things down” but for some reason everyone else’s reaction was like “FOLIGNO IS A PIECE OF SHIT PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING HOW DARE HE TOUCH PERRY WHEN IT WASNT INTENTIONAL-” like hooooly shit dude

I feel like people are forgetting the sport they’re watching.....Tavares is a long time vet and a beloved captain, and something being accidental doesn’t change the hurt you feel. Perry could’ve said no to the fight and I presume Foligno would’ve honored that, but instead it was a consensual fight (I think Perry even threw down the gloves first actually....and I saw some people saying he didn’t really fight back which I could see a bit of as well) that likely helped settle (however slightly) the emotions of some of the leafs players. If their captain has to be hurting and in the hospital, at least the one who caused it has paid his due. These guys were raised in hockey to think a certain way, and that involves standing up for your hurt players (especially your captain and your goalies and rookies) whether something was accidental or not. I mean have you seen the brawls after someone pushes the other teams player into their own goalie?! There’s no way that can be intentional but the guy still gets jumped! This was an extremely classy hockey way to handle it and the fact that everyone is endlessly defending Perry (fair in this situation) and literally tearing foligno to shreds is just unbelievable to me.

You know when refs don’t call anything and then games get completely out of control? This was the best way to handle that. Perry won’t receive any discipline since it was accidental, but that grates on their instincts. If left un“punished”, it’s possible that the rest of the games would get more violent bc their beloved captain got seriously injured and there were no consequences the other way. It doesn’t matter if they think logically and go oh well it was an accident, humans are emotional creatures not logical robots. In the heat of the moment theyre going to see Perry and just see the guy who took out their captain, not stop and think logically etc.

(*whispers* also it may have been good for Perry too, I saw people saying he looked devastated so maybe having been fought for it will help decrease the unfounded guilt he is no doubt feeling. but no one wants to think about that bc for some reason they’ve all turned into nick foligno hate bots)(FYI I literally despise the leafs so please do not come at me with oh you’re just biased bc you like the leafs or dislike Perry or like foligno or whatever, I don’t like Columbus I don’t like Toronto I didn’t even know about Perry until recently, this is just me being angry in the other direction at the unnecessary hate lol like seriously people are fucking LIVID like frothing at the mouth with rage and it’s starting to get me a bit riled up too 😬😬😬 having a temper is Not Fun)

[manuelmueller]

pls... do ALL OF IT FOR NUELE

oof fam ooof (jk i LOVE THEM) (i crossed out a few that i had no idea how to answer or wasn’t bothered but OTHER THAN THAT) (yes all those 300 word questions kinda became a short fic you can read on ao3 here)

–––––– I tried to put this under a cut but it kept fucking up so HERE I GUESS

1. What are things they both find funny?

Little things. Weird tweets from their teammates. Leon stumbling over his shoelaces. The way Sven gets exasperated with them so quickly. A leaf blowing straight into someone’s face. Everything can make them giggle, pretty much, cause they make each other gleeful, giggly, bubbling AHHHHHH

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be? “Nikki is … he’s my person.” – “Alex made me realize that love can be wonderful, and kind, and fulfilling, and everything, and I love him.”

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say? Alex would talk about Nikki’s wide smile, his enthusiasm and his unbroken optimism despite going through some shit, his kinda heart and his sunshine personality. Nikki would mention Alex’ resilience, the way how he rises above the shit people talk about him and how he came out being a great person still. Also, the way his chuckles sound in the morning and the way his hair looks like spun copper in sunlight and the freckles on his cheeks and shoulders.

4. What would be their ship name? NÜLE we did a great job pairing up two of the very few dudes who have an ü in their last name huh

5. What activities do they enjoy together? Football (duh), watching dumb TV shows they can laugh at together. Cuddling on the couch. Cooking. Accompanying the other on his respective hobby and whining about how silly it is (Alex goes fishing, Nikki plays golf) but yet loving every second they get to spend with their s/o doing what they love. Also actually another couple they’re friends with kinda drags them hiking sometimes and they actually kinda like it, too.

6. What is/are their love language(s)? Actually probably it’s Quality Time for them both tbh (you could change my mind, tho)

7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them.

READ HERE

8. What were their first impressions of each other? ‘Yeah he’s a talented goalie, I wouldn’t mind to play in his defense .... oh shit is he smiling? He’s smiling. Oh fuck he’s so cute, I’m so gay, help. heLP’ – ‘Süle? Oh yeah, I’ve heard a lot about him. I mean, how could I have not? It’s in my job description to know about the best defenders. Can’t believe it took us so long to meet in person, tho. Nikki it is, okay. Wow, I’m .... is that a spark that I’m feeling? Sure, great idea, develop a crush on your first day on a new team, well done. Is it a crush? (a month later) yep, definitely a crush’

9. Have they made each other cry? with HAPPINESS, yeah

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.

READ HERE

11. What causes them to fight? Genuinely can’t picture them fighting, but probably more like jokingly arguing about chores like who should take out the trash. Also football can cause a strain too, I mean, sometimes they lose games and either of them or both are partially to blame and while they’d never blame each other even if it’s true, the unspoken dissatisfaction hovering in the air between them can cause things to be quite awkward for a few hours and one night.

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

13. Name something they would never do for the other person. Lose any kind of game – as athletes they’re quite competitive, even when it comes to board games and the like. Tho they’re not above conceding when it’s obvious they loose.

14. What would be a dealbreaker? Sharing the other’s secrets to someone the other doesn’t trust enough, and also not liking pets (luckily they do)

15. What are traits they dislike in one another? Nikki gets a bit reckless sometimes. Drinking too much, doing vaguely dangerous things cause he’s excited and hyped with his friends (why the heck would you climb on that shed when it’s too high to jump down and you don’t have a ladder?? you already have bad knees, Nikki!) and Alex Worries, ok? Alex on the other hand can get quite broody and taciturn when he’s not okay, not sharing what bothers him even when Nikki asks. Nikki just wants to help, but being stubborn is a goalkeeper thing

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other? Nikki thinks of Alex on windy but bright spring days, and whenever he smells his shower gel. Alex’ rumbling laugh causes the butterflies on his stomach to flutter their wings, and his bare hands when he just pulls his glove on seem to be made to be settled on Nikki’s arms, his shoulder, his waist. Nikki to Alex is a freshly cut pitch, petrichor raising from the streets in summer, warm coca cola from a bottle left outside and forgotten. He’s a sunrise, a smile flashed over the shoulder, a laugh shared with Leon, Jo, Serge, Thomas …

18. What would be their love motto?

19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be? “Alex, you taught me everything I know about love. You taught to forgive, to move on and I found a forever home in you.” – “I feel the sun rise every time I hear your laugh, bean, I feel born anew every time I reach for your hand and you take it. I would still be adrift without it.”

20. What is a promise they have made to each other? That they will never let get football between them. No jealousy if one is called up for the NT and one isn’t. If they ever played for rival clubs, they wouldn’t let it get between them. If something happens during a game, it in the end won’t be a factor in their private life. It’s hard sometimes, cause they’re only human, but a vow to try and to resolve things is the best they can do, and they always do

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse? They’re each other’s first boyfriend – Nikki especially has been disappointed/rejected when confessing his feelings before, so he’s really a bit reluctant when opening up to Alex, and Alex does everything he can to make him open up more again on that level and succeeds at it too. Nikki is just a constant sunshine in Alex’ life, who after announcing his transfer didn’t have the easiest time, so it’s really great to have someone who makes him remember the light-heartedness life can have when you spend it with the right people. And well, they both grow quite chatty around each other, and have been shushed by quite a few people who just want to sleep on the bus ride … (from here)

22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love? Who can even tell? Who knows if they were both supposed to end up at Bayern. Who knows if they wouldn’t have had someone else from the beginning. When they were born, neither of their families probably expected to have a son-in-law instead of a daughter in law. But they’re happy with the life they got. Happy they got each other. Cause they won’t have it any other way anymore

23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

READ HERE

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for? Again, football, when either of them fucks up during a get. pride is a difficult thing to best, sometimes, but they’re learning

25. What moves do they know work on the other? Alex knows exactly how to let his voice dip, knows how to touch Nikki’s waist to make him know, knows what to say and when only uses his voice with deliberation. Nikki is a bit more thoughtless in his approach, often just communicating his appeal unbeknownst to him, because Alex loves him most in those moments when he’s just free, simply himself, laughing and smiling and so beautiful. He doesn’t need to do anything, really, tho if he does, a look is enough.

26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex? Literally just being close and warm and at home and ofc the thrill of sharing that all not with a stranger you barely know but with someone who knows you inside and out :3 (pun fully intended, in this case)

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share? Nikki is really into Alex’ voice. Like really into it. That deep yet soft voice always makes his spine tingle and his stomach hop and other …. areas interested, as well :3c He also likes Alex’ back especially when it arches so delicately Alex really like Nikki’s tattoos, he’s absolutely fascinated by them and sometimes maybe even wishes Nikki had a few more – tho that’s not a kink really, is it. But they just complete the perfect package that is his boyfriend :’3 But no, in general they keep it pretty vanilla for now, just getting comfortable with each other, learning each other, studying with eyes, hands, lips

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

READ HERE

29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves? Alex whispers hushed words into Nikki’s neck, kisses his jawline, lets his hands ran up and down Nikki’s side, skilled, gentle yet insistent and talking of what’s yet to come, teasing and nipping before finally reaching down, creating the contact that Nikki wanted for so long. Nikki lets his hands simply rest on Alex’ hips, his shoulders, his heck, warm and familiar and hot and hotter with every second as he steals kiss after kiss before sliding down, sitting before him, leaning in …

30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them. “Alex?” “Bean?” “You look so good. Do you have any idea how good you look?” laughs “Bean, you’re drunk” frowns “Ok, maybe a little. But I love you, you know? I wanna lick you all over.” blushes a bit “Nikki, everyone’s looking.” “Nah, they’re all busy drinking. Dancing. Probably fucking in the storage closet, in some cases” he giggles. they both know who he’s talking about. he puts his chin on Alex’ shoulder “Wanna get out of here?” “Now?” “Hmm.” he kisses his neck, licks gently behind his ear “no one will care. please. let me.” “Yeah? Well, bean, then who am I to deny you” THIS SUCKS!!!

31. What do they love to do after sex? They often just lay there face to face, noses almost touching, eyes almost falling close as they exchange light, playful pecks, hands entwined, legs a tangled mess. It’s all really cute and mushy but they wouldn’t have it any other way – also! laughing!! There’s a lot of cheerful, content giggling especially in the afterglow as they are still entangled in the sleepiness and the amazing feeling of just being together. (from here)

32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex? They both quickly wake up in the morning, ready to face the day, but yet … there’s nothing better than half-sleepy morning sex, smiling and tasting the fresh air and each other’s morning breath because of the familiarity, the comfort of gazing upon each other drenched in the first sunlight, not hidden away by shadows. This is real. This is them.

[sixinsultsago]

creative problem solving {andreil}

married andreil get into a bit of a domestic, but andrew figures out a way to deescalate the situation while also thoroughly entertaining himself;

aka we don't talk about neil's hatred of baseball enough

ft. future andreil!

* * *

It occurs to Andrew in the middle of the action, how ridiculous it is to storm out of a house that has his fucking name on the lease, but he has the sense not to linger at the scene of the crime with the murder weapon in his hand. Any further conversation won't end well when both of them are clutching to maladaptive habits.

So, Andrew walks away.

A hot stone drops in his stomach. A heavy, sticking weight that feels like it's lodged inside of him, accompanied by the equally well-acquainted burn of anger.

It's his house. He can't believe he has to leave his own fucking house.

Going to their second-storey balcony is entirely out of muscle memory. Andrew doesn't smoke anymore, and he runs cold on top of it; going outside no longer works to calm himself down so much as it lends ample time to dwell on why he's angry and how likely he is to lose a finger to the weather.

He's almost tempted to stay outside just for that --- less fingers makes it harder to hold a racquet; he can't be a goalkeeper without that particular talent, now can he?

Thinking about Exy isn't helping. Andrew's fingers twitch desperately around thin air.

He wants a cigarette. He wants to go back inside and sit next to his husband without the idiot running his mouth, just to try it on for size. Neither is likely to happen. It's been long enough for both things that Andrew should know better than to hope for them.

Well, no one person is capable of knowing themselves completely; Andrew never has been as smart as he thinks he is.

A brisk breeze eventually chases him back inside, although he wants to stay right where he is until he turns into an ice sculpture or something similarly unaffected by Neil Josten's --- everything.

But when he enters, downstairs is swollen with thick warmth; Neil turned on the heater while Andrew was outside.

Andrew cups his hands, throbbing dully from chilliness, over his mouth and pretends to be unaware that it was done for him. He fails. The burn in his blood cools; the stone lessens in heaviness. The idea of talking to Neil doesn't make him want to turn his own skin inside out.

This is as good as it gets.

Spesking of, the man himself is staring at the tv --- not watching, if his coiled shoulders are an indication. It is playing a rerun of an old show Andrew caught glimpses of at an old foster home. He recalls the snapshots he saw vividly: the disjointed editing, the canned studio audience laughter. He managed to watch an entire episode when he took a sick day from school.

He'd enjoyed it, until Jesse came home early.

No. Do not think about him.

He tries. That's what Andrew does these days: a whole lot of trying.

Andrew walks over and steals the remote out of Neil's slack hands.

"Sure, go ahead," Neil says dryly, shooting him a look. Andrew ignores him.

He changes channels, mentally running through grounding techniques. Andrew catalogues the leather sofa on his thighs, their shaggy rug between his toes, listens to singing crickets outside their window. Sir's rumbling purrs. Neil's careful breathing.

Neil.

Like a compass swinging north, Andrew meets Neil's eyes. Naturally, he has been staring this entire time, which isn't exactly odd after a decade of it. That doesn't mean everything is as it should be.

"You are being unusually nonconfronting," notes Andrew.

"Do you want me to start? I could mention that your height makes you look like a child throwing a tantrum when you storm out like that," Neil replies, making it perfectly clear his silence was packaged and presented like a Christmas gift for a reason. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Or to upset you earlier. Thank you for coming back in."

"Upset me."

His tone is frigid, but Neil says, "Yeah," as if he is too dumb to be wary. Likely because he is. Andrew retreating to the closest edge is a habit. So is Neil’s disturbing lack of self-preservation in the face of a threat.

"I do not want you to talk to me about my team for now," Andrew tells him. "I'm handling it. Your shining white knight act is unnecessary and embarrassing."

"Unnecessary? Andrew, you're out and surrounded by homophobes!"

Andrew is still flicking through channels, barely lingering enough for the television to stutter through sounds. His finger presses down and forces countless actors to abort their well-rehearsed lines mid-sentence. Andrew's thoughts are similarly fragmented. This is not his favorite topic, no matter how often he finds himself talking about it.

"You are not listening."

Neil's chin juts out stubbornly. Jesus Christ.

"I don't think you are. Andrew, you aren't safe around your bullshit coach. I wish you'd trade to my team, I really do. Sandra's girlfriend watches most of our practices and no one's said a word about it. It's better for you, with me."

What Neil never addresses --- and what Andrew did only once; he hates repeating himself, especially when his conversational partner has the coloring and mental facilities of a brick wall --- is that the New York Coyotes do not need another goalie. Their defense is solid. Andrew's addition would be wasteful. A trade isn't likely to happen until their current goalkeeper retires, which isn't for another four years.

Andrew prefers Manhattan Bears' wary side-eyes than being more than a half hour drive from Neil. He's used to the 'ticking time-bomb' handling anyway.

"No." Andrew says flatly. He flicks past Fox news, some children's cartoon about ponies, a group meerkats standing on their hind legs. "Would you like to hear it in Spanish? Russian? I hear those who are multilingual can think in other languages. Perhaps that is why you aren't listening to me when I tell you to drop it."

Neil looks spectacularly unamused. He strokes Sir's fur more insistently, a stress relief that is leaving orange hair all over Andrew's black couch. He eyes the offending color briefly. He hates orange.

“Come on, Andrew…” Neil starts beseechingly. He would shift closer if he didn't have the cat on his lap.

Good work, you mangy rat, Andrew thinks loudly at Sir. The only way Andrew can win is if Neil doesn't touch him. Those pockmarked hands can bleed any sort of tension from Andrew, it's borderline suspicious.

A birds-eye view of a green field flashes across the screen, outfitted in diamond plates and bobble-headed figures barely recognizable as people. Andrew presses down. It's a medical drama now.

"--- ignoring me isn't going to work --- "

He goes back. The field, the diamonds, the people. Baseball is uninteresting in every way possible, but Andrew doesn't have any personal biases for or against the sport. He could endure an entire sitting of it with the same studied disinterest he employs when his coach goes over plays before a game.

Neil, however, cannot. He keeps talking until Andrew turns up the television. For a heartstopping moment the game doesn't appear to register, his mouth not slowed down in the slightest.

Then, a commentator crows, "What a spectacular pitch from the Phillies!"

Neil literally chokes on his next words. He swings to face the screen, scars emphasizing his disgusted expression. "What?"

"Contretras once again establishing himself as a nightmare opponent on the field---"

"Andrew," says Neil. He sounds on the verge of a meltdown. "Turn this off."

Andrew watches the redhead. He maxes out the volume. Neil makes a rude, prim noise. "Andrew."

"Hm?"

"You... You know I hate baseball."

"And you know I don't want to discuss trading teams with you," Andrew mutters back, ignoring the betrayed look burning into the side of his head. "It seems neither of us are getting what we want. So sad. Grab a tissue if you are going to weep about it."

Finally, it goes quiet. How blissful. Andrew will never take a weekend away for granted again.

Impressively Neil manages to survive through a few pitches, albeit with the twitchiness of an addict in withdrawal, before blurting: "This is a new low, even for you,"

"Oh, Neil. I am no less hindered by consideration for your feelings than usual."

The batter hits a ball with a resounding metallic clink. Neil flinches like it's a gunshot. Drama queen. "Could you just --- explain to me what you are trying to do here?"

"I am trying," Andrew gestures pointedly at the television, "to watch a game of baseball. You are talking my ears off. If you stop, I might too. Think about it."

Neil narrows his eyes. "Fine. I'll quit talking about---" Andrew presses his hand against his mouth, feels Neil's jaw tense under his palm. "What now."

"I said, think about it. Go and do that." Andrew waves him impatiently away, hoping that Neil will take the easy way out for once. "I will not be moving,"

"Will you stop watching this pathetic excuse for a fucking sport if I do," Neil's sarcasm is barely muffled. He already looks resigned. It bodes well.

"Yes."

"Well, aren't you bratty tonight," says Neil with no apparent sense of irony, getting up from the sofa and striding into the kitchen. He flicks on the kettle, grumbling the entire time. Andrew, in acknowledgement, turns down the television until it is nearly mute.

To be honest, he didn't think this would work. Amusement bubbles through his chest. He is still mad, but he can take enjoyment from Neil's pout nevertheless. Andrew is a multi-tasker.

As Neil deliberately clatters around making himself a cup of tea, Andrew records the game currently playing.

He has a feeling this method of silencing Neil can be recycled many more times before it loses its effectiveness.

[zombizombi]

hummingbird heartbeat pt44

Nothing really changed, with Jeff and Kent. At least, it didn’t seem like it. Had Bitty expected things to change? Sort of. How was a more nebulous concept, it was just -- Kent and Jeff were boyfriends, now.

He thought.

He was like, 99% sure, anyway. Kent hadn’t given him many more details, even though an entire month had passed, and Jeff -- well, Jeff wasn’t interested in talking to Bitty about Kent. Bitty knew, at least, that they hadn’t been… intimate, knew that Kent hadn’t slept with Jeff yet. To hear Kent tell it, they barely touched each other. On Skype calls where Bitty saw them together, Jeff and Kent seemed the same as ever. They weren’t even sitting closer on the sofa or anything.

It was weird. 

And honestly, Bitty didn’t even know why he cared so much, it was not his business. Moo Maw always said people ought to mind their own business. Except, well… Kent was Bitty’s business, so by extension, his relationship with Jeff was, too. Kind of. Right? Which meant minding it was a little more acceptable. Reasonable, even.

“I guess I thought something would happen?” Bitty said to Jack, curled up in bed one night. Their nights together were becoming more rare, would be rarer still. Jack’s season was upon them.

“Something happened. You said they talked.” Jack turned on his side a little more, tucked closer to Bitty. He ran hot fingers down Bitty’s side, tucking them up under the hem of his shirt. “Maybe they’re just still figuring things out.”

“I don’t even know if they’re dating,” said Bitty. He shivered.

“You know you have to be patient with Kent.” Jack pressed a kiss to Bitty’s neck. “Why is this bothering you so much?”

“I don’t know, I --” Bitty sucked in a quick breath as Jack’s teeth closed on his earlobe. Jack was right, he should worry about something else. It was just so hard to stop thinking. He’d never been good at that, not really, because Bitty’s mind was always sort of going, worrying about something. It was -- “Honey,” he said, as a little shiver ran down his spine.

“Maybe you need a distraction.” Pushing Bitty’s shirt up further, Jack pressed his hand flat against the small of Bitty’s back and brought his lips down to Bitty’s collarbone.

Bitty’s breath caught. “Oh?” This was probably going… good places.

“Mhm.” Jack’s breath was hot against the hollow of Bitty’s throat.

Jack was a very good distraction.

Bitty spent the rest of his time in Providence trying not to worry too much about Kent and Jeff. He had enough on his plate, anyway. It helped to pick Jack’s brain about captaining a hockey team -- the NHL season would be starting soon enough that if he wanted to really get Jack’s full laser focus, Bitty had to do it then. And he really, really wanted Jack’s full attention. Jack and Kent were different in a lot of ways, including the way they played hockey, and the advantages that could come from being able to talk to not just one, but two NHL players in leadership roles weren’t something Bitty could pass up. Advice from different perspectives and leadership styles would come in handy, was worth spending some precious boyfriend time on.

And it was apparent, several games in, that Bitty’s extra attention and work was paying off. Samwell’s season was going well -- really well, actually. A brand new first line meant big changes in play, new hurdles to overcome. The new guys were fast, good skaters, but sometimes lines took chemistry, and sometimes chemistry took a few months to build. They didn’t really have months, though, and if running drills on passing was what Samwell needed to make it to the Frozen Four, well.

Bitty spent extra time going over tape with the coaches. He worked with the boys on passing and drills, organized a couple of game nights for team bonding, tried to ensure that he was available to any of the guys if they needed him. It was great. The guys were really getting it together, and Whiskey was honestly amazing. He was really focused, really talented, and really… intense. He was the best player they’d had since Jack, and so far, they’d even managed to avoid any real injuries. Bitty allowed himself to hope for the Frozen Four.

Stirring the custard ingredients together, Bitty balanced his phone on his shoulder with his chin. “I think it might not be completely out of reach?”

Kent laughed. “Why did you say that like a question?”

“I don’t want to jinx it,” Bitty said. “You know, it’s like -- if you say too much about it, it’ll definitely end up not happening?”

“You guys are having a good season so far, though.”

Even though Kent couldn’t see him, Bitty nodded. “We are!”

“And you’re, like, working on your thesis, right?”

Bitty sighed. “Baby, that’s not until Spring. School’s barely started!” And his thesis was kind of not his highest priority at the moment. Or like, ever, but definitely not now.

“Well yeah,” Kent said, “but you’ve, like, thought about it. Right?”

Right. How did he end up dating two insane overachievers, again? Bitty poured the vanilla buttermilk custard filling into the blind-baked pie crust. “I’ll get it done! Worry about your own dang GPA!”

“Mine’s really good,” Kent said, smug and satisfied in a way that was both irritating and adorable at the same time.

“Yes, your brain is very sexy, dear,” said Bitty. “Isn’t it your bedtime?”

Kent gasped. “Not for another, like, two hours!”

Bitty opened the oven. “You are absolutely ridiculous, and I --”

“Oh my god, Eric, don’t you want to talk to me?” Kent’s voice sounded farther away, and the sound of running water filtered through the line. “What kind of pie are you making?”

“Mr. Parson,” Bitty said. “Am I on speaker phone?”

“Yes,” said Kent, after a small silence. Bitty heard the sound of a door shutting in the background.

“It’s chess pie,” Bitty said. “Who’s there?”

“What the fuck is a chess pie?” Jeff asked, and Bitty sighed. Why didn’t anyone know this?

“Y’all really need to come visit.”

“It’s good,” Kent supplied.

“All right, super chief. We play Boston on our first roadie, I think.” Jeff’s voice was closer. “Make one then.”

“We do,” Kent said. The water in the background shut off and, after a minute, Kent picked the phone back up. “I was gonna get you seats, if you wanted. And maybe you could, um.”

“Stay?” Bitty finished for him, smiling a little.

“Yeah,” Kent said. “And you can tell me all about your boys in person, so I can see how cute you look when you’re all focused.”

“Gross,” said Jeff, and Bitty laughed.

Those fuzzy, warm feelings of confidence about their season couldn’t last. Bitty should’ve known that, but everything was just going so well. The new lines were starting to gel, plays were making sense -- they could do it. They could totally do it.

At least, that’s what Bitty thought until Derek Nurse gave himself the most idiotic hockey injury ever. The game was beautiful otherwise, honestly. Everyone was playing gorgeous hockey, and Bitty was really, really proud of their progress.

In the third, Nursey slapped the puck on a rebound, sending it careening into the net over the unprepared goalie’s shoulder. It was a filthy goal. Grinning, he returned to the bench, bumping gloves with the guys as he came within reach.

“Nice goal!”

“Top shelf, Nurse!”

“Fuckin’ s’wawes--”

“Hey, thanks for the assist, Poindexter!” Nursey grinned over his shoulder.

Dex rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck crashing across the boards like that, Nursey.”

“Jeez, Dex,” Nursey said, “I’ll interpret that as ‘you’re welcome, keep it u--’” the door clicked open just as Nurse was about to swing over, and somehow, despite literal years of playing hockey, he fell. As luck would have it, he broke a bone with that foolishness, which would not only screw up everything about their game but also serve as the catalyst for the Haus becoming ground zero in a not so cold war.

Honestly, this was the universe’s way of paying Bitty back for thinking that they were doing well that season when it came to injuries. He should’ve knocked on wood.

Dex and Nursey were absolutely ridiculous -- everything one of them did irritated the other, and they weren’t, apparently, able to be reasonable in any way whatsoever. Bitty probably should’ve anticipated it, as they’d always nitpicked each other, but after the injury their feuding was on a completely different level. Slytherin and Gryffindor level, even. Everyone had assumed there’d be some nonsense with them moving in to the Haus, of course they had, it was just -- it was so, so much worse than anyone imagined. Complaining about a lack of privacy, Dex attempted to turn his bunk bed into a private oasis. When that didn’t work, he vanished into the basement, accompanied by some power tools. Bitty wasn’t sure what was going on down there. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, truth be told.

When Shitty invited Bitty and Jack to come up to Cambridge to see their new place, Bitty leapt at the chance to escape the Haus for a visit with old friends. It would be great to get away from the world’s most annoying d-pair, and it’d be good for Jack to take a quick trip before his season really got going. It was their last chance.

“Welcome,” said Lardo. “To Haus 2.0.”

“This is interesting,” Bitty said, looking around the house. It definitely had the same feel the Haus used to have. Messy, lived in, vaguely gross. Rent had to be insane.

“Right on,” Jack said, accepting a beer from Shitty as he looked around. “Samwell after Samwell. I’m jealous.”

“Ahem! Allow me to give you a tour of our buckwild best friend abode,” said Shitty. He waved an arm. “It’s several degrees of dece!”

“And pancakes every Saturday,” Ransom added.

“You guys have another roommate?” Jack asked, talking around a mouthful of pie.

“Yeah,” Holster said. “She hates us.”

“Like legitimately wants us to die,” Ransom added.

“Hey, not our fault!” Shitty shoved his shades up on the bridge of his nose. “The Craigslist ad said, and I quote: must be motherfucking down to motherfucking clown.”

“That’s kind of a big ask,” said Jack.

“Oh yeah, how’s my old room at the Haus, Bits?” Lardo asked.

Bitty sighed. “Well, Dex now lives in the basement. So.”

Lardo raised a single brow.

“It’s a long story,” Bitty said.

“To rooming situations from haus to shining haus!” Shitty raised his beer, and everyone else followed suit.

“Hear, hear!”

Hanging out in Cambridge felt like old times, complete with Lardo slaughtering them all in Mario Kart. She was gracious enough to let Bitty be Peach, but the niceties ended there. They were taking a break from the game, Shitty and Rans and Holster and Jack all occupied with a board game, when Lardo leaned over a bit, bumping shoulders with Bitty.

“How’s Kent?” Lardo asked. “Are you guys still…?”

“Yes, we are.” Bitty drained the last of his beer. “He’s doing really well. Season starts soon, so he’s just been busy.”

Lardo nodded. “How many years is it, now?”

“Oh my Lord,” said Bitty. “It’s -- I don’t know. Three? Isn’t that crazy?”

“Yes,” Lardo said, passing him another beer. “Being in an LDR that long is pretty intense, bro.”

“It’s almost over,” Bitty said.

Lardo glanced at Jack, laughing about something with Shitty. “Is it?”

Ah. “Well -- no. I guess it isn’t.” Bitty rubbed the back of his neck. “But I’m going to Vegas after I graduate so it’ll just be… different.”

Lardo nodded. “Been planning that a while,” she said.

Bitty chewed his lower lip. He had been. He’d been thinking about it for a long time, actually, worried about logistics and appearances. Kent’s coming out had helped a little, but there was still no telling how the Bittles would handle their baby boy moving to Vegas to live with his boyfriend.

His boyfriend and his boyfriend, really.

Bitty spent his last night with Jack in Jack’s apartment, both of them snuggled up on the sofa with television and Jack’s favorite pie. Bitty ran fingers through Jack’s hair, smiled a little. “I’ll miss you, honey,” he said.

“I’ll miss you, too,” said Jack, curving gentle fingers around the back of Bitty’s neck.

“Yeah?” Pressing a hand to Jack’s chest, Bitty pushed up off the sofa a little. “Wanna give me something to remember you by?”

Jack laughed.

Kent put a new video up, and Bitty waited to watch it until he was home in his room, able to give it his full attention. Kent was in Jeff’s living room, sitting on the sofa wearing a faded Boston University hoodie that Bitty didn’t remember seeing before. Kent still didn’t put his face into the view of the camera, even though with Bitty out, it was truly only a matter of time before someone found the channel for real. There were a smattering of jumbled comments, a few coherently asking “IS THIS KENT PARSON?!?!?!!?!?!”, but nothing concrete. Yet.

In the video, golden sunlight streamed through the window behind Kent and Kevin curled up next to his side, her head resting on a little toy teddy bear. He scrubbed behind her ears with one hand before he began to play. The melody was sweet and familiar.

It was Rainbow Connection, the song from the Muppets.

Behind him, Jeff walked by, pausing for a moment. He laid a hand on Kent’s shoulder, for a moment, bent down, the ends of his dark hair falling into view, but the rest of him wasn’t visible on camera. His voice could be heard, just barely, murmuring something quiet — but Bitty couldn’t understand what he said. After pressing a kiss to the top of Kent’s head, Jeff wandered out of view of the camera. Kent played and sang without interruption, though Kevin had shifted, wagging her tail and staring up. Halfway through the song she laid her head back down, using the teddy bear as a pillow.

It was a serene little video, everything about it warm and soft. Domestic. Bitty’s stomach hurt a bit looking at it, and he took a deep breath. It was okay to be a little jealous, right? Surely Kent was a little jealous sometimes. Bitty was just used to having Kent all to himself, but it wasn’t bad for Kent to be with Jeff, too. He’d kind of been with Jeff the whole time they’d been together anyway, hadn’t he? And they’d had such a great summer.

It made him feel a tiny bit better to see a couple of comments asking where Sweetie’s boyfriend was, several of them decrying the lack of “cute baker” in the video.

When Bitty called on Skype that night, Kent answered from his own bedroom.

“Oh,” Bitty said. “You’re not at Jeff’s?”

Kent blinked. “No? Why would I be?”

“Well, I saw your video today and just thought --” Bitty squeezed Señor Bun. “It was really good, sweetie.”

Kent shrugged one shoulder. “You know I like to sleep in our bed.” Kit crawled into his lap and he buried one hand in soft fur. The purring was loud enough that Bitty could hear it through the computer. “Jeff’s downstairs, though.”

Of course he was. Jeff practically lived at Kent’s house. Bitty nodded.

Kent frowned. “Babe,” he said, after a moment. “Are you okay?”

“I just miss you,” Bitty said.

Kent softened all over, eyes warm and gold in the lamplight. “I miss you too, Eric,” he said. “I miss you all the time.”

“Even with Jeff there?” Bitty asked, hating how small his voice sounded.

“Yeah.” Kent slid his tongue along his lower lip before sucking it in under his teeth for a minute. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Eric,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay with this --” he waved a hand -- “whole thing?”

“Yes,” said Bitty.

Kent tilted his head, and the light flashed on the lenses of his glasses. “We don’t have to do this,” he said, after a bit of quiet. “Me and Jeff, I mean.”

“Yes, you do,” said Bitty. Even if Kent thought they could go back, they couldn’t. Shouldn’t. “You belong together. Just like you and me.”

“Eric.” Kent rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away from the camera. “C’mon.”

“It’s fine,” Bitty said. “I mean, it’s different. I’m getting used to it. But it’s -- it isn’t bad, honey.”

“Really? ’Cause you don’t seem, like, thrilled about it,” Kent said. “You’re being weird.”

“It’s fine,” Bitty said, again. Because honestly, it was fine. And he’d be there when school was over, he’d already been looking at the job market in Vegas. “I’m not being weird. I want you to be together. Besides, it’s not like --” he cut himself off, shutting his mouth before he finished that sentence. What Jeff and Kent did was only marginally Bitty’s business, even if he could not stop thinking about it.

“It’s not like what?”

“It’s not like it’s a whole lot different from how you’ve been the entire time I’ve known you,” Bitty said, voice soft, “is what I was gonna say. Is it?”

Kent flushed. “It’s different,” he said.

Holy shit. Bitty sat up straighter, ignoring the twist in his stomach. “Kent Valeray Parson,” he said. “Did you sleep with him?”

Kent’s blush deepened. “I --”

“Oh my god,” said Bitty.

“Not yet,” Kent said.

“Oh my god,” said Bitty. But it had been so long! And Jeff was so, so hot. “Why not?”

Kent rubbed his face with both hands. “Just -- because, okay? We just haven’t.”

“If it’s because of me,” Bitty said, “I --”

“It’s not.” Kent stared down at his hands for a minute. “It’s not you.”

Bitty frowned. Did -- did Jeff not want to, or something? Oh, Lord. Maybe it was some kind of like, ‘I love you but I don’t want to sleep with you’ thing. Jeff was kind of known for fucking around. With women, granted, but still. Surely it wasn’t that Kent didn’t want to. “Honey,” he said. “Do you not want to?”

“Oh my god, Eric,” Kent said, “you have eyes, are you serious? It’s just not -- we’re not there yet, okay? Fuck.”

“Well --”

“Can we not do this?” Kent pushed Kit off his lap. “I don’t ask you about Jack, do I?”

Oh. “Okay,” said Bitty, squeezing Señor Bun. Kent was right, of course. He didn’t ask for details about Jack like that, never had. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, it’s not really my business --”

Kent was quiet for a minute, picking at a thread on his comforter. “I just don’t know if he, like. Wants to?” he said.

“Sweetie,” Bitty said. “It’s Jeff.” Jeff Troy’s reputation was well-deserved, he was pretty sure. The way he looked at Kent? Bitty was pretty sure that wasn’t the case.

“I know,” said Kent.

“He’s, um.” Bitty rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of the word. He was not going to call Jeff a fuckboy. Even though he was, according to internet message boards. “He, like, you know.” Liked to fuck. Oh, Lord. That meant -- surely Kent would ask Jeff to get tested. Bitty didn’t need to worry about that, too, did he?

“But I don’t think he’s picked up in a while?” Kent said. He chewed on his lower lip. “So, like. Maybe he’s not?”

“Or maybe he’s just saving himself for you?” Bitty countered.

That sentence was too ridiculous to bear, and after a moment, both of them laughed.

“So,” said Kent, “how ’bout them Dodgers?”

“Smooth,” Bitty said. “Real smooth.”

He missed Kent more than ever over the following few days. It wasn’t that he didn’t have enough to do. Bitty had more than enough to do, and he worried, going to bed at night, about not having enough energy to do it all. Kent sounded relaxed on the phone. Happy. Their calls were the same as ever, sweet and warm and faithful. Bitty could almost forget, sometimes, that Jeff was there -- except that Jeff was always there, always had been, and it was… hard, maybe, to think about him watching Bitty and Kent together all that time.

There was so much Bitty wanted to ask him, so much he knew Jeff wouldn’t say.

Bitty couldn’t really devote his time to cross-examining Jeff, anyway. At the Haus, Dex living in the basement was turning out not to be so bad. He was handy enough to fix the place up himself, and Bitty was certainly not going to complain about someone doing work. It needed it, and having Dex fix things kind of took some financial pressure off of everyone else -- as well as giving him something to do. It kept a little peace.

The Haus wasn’t entirely harmonious, though. Whiskey still hadn’t come around, Bitty noticed, preferring to spend most of his time elsewhere with other friends. He wasn’t being team. And as Captain, it felt like Bitty’s job to make sure all the boys were team.

All of his efforts to do so, however, fell flat. Repeatedly. On Skype with Kent, Bitty sighed a little, flopping down on his bed.

“What is wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Kent. It’s just been on my mind,” Bitty said. It was probably stupid to be so uptight about it, anyway. Kent wasn’t the most popular guy in his dressing room, either, and he did fine. Right?

“So it’s something, then,” Kent said, voice about as placid as Kent’s voice ever got.

“At the end of the day,” Bitty said, “I don’t care. I just can’t stop thinking about it and it bothers me.” Kent would know what he meant. They’d talked about it before.

“That’s, like, the definition of caring, Eric,” said Kent, voice warm.

“His high school girlfriend came into town and he didn’t even show her the Haus --”

“You mean he didn’t introduce her to you.” Kent’s voice was a little softer. “Eric --”

Bitty sighed. “That is what I meant,” he admitted. “It hurts. What am I doing wrong?”

“Not everybody is going to like you, babe,” Kent said. “Doesn’t matter what you do. I mean, I know you hate that, but Brian says that’s life or whatever.”

“I know that.” Bitty sighed again. It didn’t make him feel better, though, knowing. It didn’t help at all.

What was he going to do? He’d tried basically everything he could think of, and Whiskey still spent more time with the lacrosse team than he did at the Haus.

“It’s okay if he doesn’t want to, like, experience college the way you do,” said Kent, slowly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with one finger. “You know that.”

“But I’m his Captain,” Bitty said. “And I can’t seem to get him involved in the team, you know? Team spirit?”

“Some dudes just, like, aren’t into that,” said Kent. He shrugged. “There’s always one or two in a room. It’s no big deal, guy’s good at hockey. You’ll be fine.”

“I just want --” Bitty chewed his lower lip. What did he want? A perfect senior year? Harmony across the Haus and the best team Samwell ever had?

Jeff pushed Kent’s door open. “Your phone’s ringing,” he said.

“Aw, fuck,” said Kent, “that’s the GM’s ringtone. I gotta take this, here --” he traded the laptop for his phone, leaving Jeff on screen. “Talk amongst yourselves.”

“I --”

Kent was gone before Bitty or Jeff could protest, and Bitty rubbed the back of his neck as Jeff chewed his lower lip.

“So,” said Jeff.

“So,” Bitty said. “You, uh. Y’all --”

“What did you say you wanted there, bro?” Jeff asked, interrupting Bitty’s question.

“Nothing,” Bitty said. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as Jeff raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “I don’t know. There’s just one guy on my team, y’know, I just. He’s not like, a part of the team?”

“Ah,” said Jeff. He sat, then, just quietly waiting. After a few minutes, Bitty somehow ended up ranting to him, too. When he paused to breathe, Jeff cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take about twenty percent off ’er there, bud,” Jeff said. “Nobody’s perfect, fuck.”

“But --”

“Some guys just don’t wanna do the whole, like, thing,” said Jeff. “It’s fine. If it’s not on the ice, it’s not important. I mean, like. You said he’s playing well. So stop trying to force everybody to be all Happy Days with you.”

Bitty sighed. “I am not,” he said, “forcing anybody to --”

“Just let the guy live, damn,” said Jeff.

What sucked was that Jeff was right, and Bitty knew it. He was trying to think of a decent comeback when Kent returned, the sound of the door interrupting Bitty’s train of thought.

“Jeff, stop antagonizing Eric,” Kent said.

“Oh my god,” said Jeff, “I wasn’t even doing anythi--”

“Yeah,” Bitty said, “stop antagonizing your boyfriend’s boyfriend.”

“Hey!” Jeff ran a hand through his hair, pulling it out of his face. “I’m just being honest, man!”

“Horizontal violence,” said Bitty, and Jeff rolled his eyes.

Climbing back into bed, Kent had to crawl over Jeff. They paused for a moment, Kent half in Jeff’s lap, and Jeff leaned in to press a kiss to Kent’s mouth. When they parted he was grinning, and Kent swatted at him before pushing away to settle on the bed again.

“I miss you,” Bitty said, and he felt it with his whole heart, wasn’t sure if he meant just Kent or both of them. Watching them, Bitty realized that together they felt like home.

His chest felt tight. He missed the warmth of their Canadian summer, laughing in a rental house and sharing ice cream. Leaning his cheek in one hand, Bitty smiled softly, just looking at them on camera.

Looking back, something in Jeff’s face softened a little, and he turned to look at Kent.

“I miss you, too,” Kent said, and when Jeff reached out to run his thumb over Kent’s cheekbone, he closed his eyes for a moment. “Wish you were here.”

“Soon,” said Jeff. He glanced at Bitty on the screen, smiled softly.

“Soon,” Bitty agreed. Soon they wouldn’t have to rely on Skype at all.

( the whole fic is here on AO3 )

[sammyspreadyourwings]

Baby, you missed the chance for Goalie!Brian, which as a goalie myself I would love love love to see. What about Brian and John meeting when John gets signed to Arsenal and Instantly becoming friends (love me some platonic Breaky)

thb I did think about making another boy a player but I couldn’t decide who, lmao. And I definitely derailed because I wanted to explore more of this idea. Oops No really. I just love this idea. 

EDIT: Read mores are being really dumb for asks rn apparently. 

Brian had been a part of Chelsea U18 team, as it happened they signed a new goalie from Belgium just a few months before Brian qualified to be bumped up. It’s not that he wasn’t a good goalie (his head for physics and angles was clear because he knew where to stand to cut off most of a striker’s preferred spots), and he managed to go three games in a row with a clean sheet. But being untested and a decidedly not aggressive goal inched him out.

Luckily (or unluckily if you ask Brian) Arsenal’s main relief goalie ends his career due to a broken femur, in a car accident of all things. And Arsenal’s manager didn’t want to spend so much money on someone who is probably never going to _touch _the ball in a season. Him being in the top three goalies of the U18 league made him an obvious choice.

Even if he does have to deal with the heckling that comes from switching clubs.

It’s pretty much what Brian expects controlled diet and long practice hours. Everyone tells him he needs to be more aggressive, Brian doesn’t like leaving his box if he can help it. He doesn’t debut in his first season of playing with Arsenal. Which, he knows is a good thing because that means their star goalie hadn’t underperformed or been hurt.

Somehow he still ends up with fans. Well, two. An assistant from Crystal Palace’s medical team and his best friend. Roger and Freddie come to the games, and then complain when he doesn’t get played. It’s fun.

When he does debut late into his second year, it’s because of an injury like he imagined. They don’t know what’s wrong, just that the goalie went down and then didn’t get to his feet fast enough to block the shot that tied up the game. (As it so happens, this game is the one that would secure their spot at the top of the table. They need the points not the goal difference).

So Brian _can’t _fuck up.

He doesn’t. Then again he only needs to block two shots before their striker sneaks in an 87th-minute goal pushing it to 2-1.

Roger and Freddie are absolutely thrilled for him. He’s mostly glad he didn’t get sick or fuck up.

That’s basically his life for the next few years. Emergency reliefs and starting in non-crucial or friendly games. Things change in his fifth season. He’s starting because the game is against Leicester City, and they’ll finish in the high middle table. He should mostly be bored.

The attacking midfielder takes a touch too aggressive slide tackle from one of his midfielders. The LC player goes down and has to be subbed in with a player Brian’s never seen before. He ignores the kid until they’re in his attacking third. The striker aims for the top right, and it’s all Brian can do to punch it out. He’s got the angle right to one of his defenders, but the new kid has already snuck in between.

Brian sees what he’s going to do a second before he does. He’s already leaping across the net by the time the striker has it at his feet. He gets a hand on the ball but then it takes a bad bounce across the line.

It’s a little annoying that the kid looks as surprised as Brian.

It’s even more annoying when the kid manages to sneak a goal in during their second matchup of the season. Brian doesn’t know how, but Deacon (what he’s petty?) found the one open spot in the goal.

The next two times they meet up in a match, Deacon manages to get an assist and a goal (but at least he’s not surprised).

Then Arsenal buys him in the summer trading window and Brian wonders why he’s cursed. Except Deacon doesn’t act like he’s got all eyes on him, or that he’s going to start in their first friendly of the season. Brian finds him panicking the showers the night before.

“You’ll do fine, you know. Just play,” Brian says.

Deacon gives him a withering look.

“Listen, that’s _all _you can do. You can’t predict what the other team is going to do, except that their keeper plays a soft box and hates jumping to the right.”

Deacon looks moderately more interested now, “May, right?”

“Mm, Brian, if you don’t mind. We’re teammates. And you’re John?”

“Did you know or were you just guessing?”

Brian quirks his lips, “might’ve gotten annoyed with your little stunts enough to pay attention.”

“Obviously didn’t work.”

From there they become close. Even if they spend half the time poking at each other’s playing and tend to fight whenever they’re on the pitch at the same time. Although John’s uncanny knack for finding weak spots in goal makes Brian a better goalkeeper. His pride (and usually his money) is on the line during scrimmages and he’s learned that you literally have to cut John off before he gets a chance to shoot or pass.

The managers like that he’s getting more aggressive (he even goes out for players that aren’t John) and they especially like that John is starting to make ridiculous shots on a semi-consistent basis so Brian doesn’t have a chance to stop him.

Freddie and Roger are happy to cheer them on because John’s basically been  the starter since he signed, and their current goalie is starting to get older and injuries making him slower so that means Brian starts more often.

It doesn’t stop anyone from teasing the pair of them though, because for whatever reason it seems that when one of them has a bad day, they both do and the same thing for good days. Example: John gets a hat trick (three very clean shots it’s a newer keeper but still) and Brian gets a clean sweep but also gets play of the week, he dives to save the ball but he’s back on his feet punching it over only a second later when the initial save was deflected to the same striker.

[gamergirl929]

Scare Tactics (USWNT x Reader)

@heathtobination Request: A tour through a supposed ‘Haunted Hotel’ ends up giving the team more than they bargained for. As for the reader? She just wants to go to sleep.

Utter chaos and comedy ensues. 

You weren’t just exhausted; you were incredibly grumpy.  

You hadn’t slept well for the past few nights, stressing over making the Olympic Roster, so needless to say when team bonding meant going to a supposed ‘Haunted Hotel’ for a tour, you were even grumpier.  

“Seriously… I could be sleeping right now.” You gripe, following your teammates as they enter the ‘Haunted Hotel.’  

“You’re not even scared a little?” Sonnett mumbles and you shake your head.  

“I’m so not scared, that at the first couch I see, I’m taking a nap.”  

The front door slams shut behind you and everyone lets out a shriek, except you, instead, you turn to the door with an impassive face.  

“This is stupid.” You mumble, yawning loudly.

“You seriously aren’t even scared, are you?” Megan asks and you shake your head.  

“I’m too tired to be scared.”  

Just then the light above you starts to flicker, your teammates jumping while your eyes narrow.  

“I could be asleep right now.”  

                                                          ***

Your tour guide had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, leaving you and the team alone in a ‘haunted hotel’.  

“Ughhh, she wasn’t kidnapped, she’s probably hiding in one of these locked rooms.” You knock on one of the locked doors before trying to shoulder it open.  

“Jesus Christ Y/N, don’t break the door down.” Kelley snorts and you shrug.  

“I’d be willing to smash a window if it meant I could go back to the hotel and sleep.” You stretch, shaking your head when you see someone round the corner a few feet away from the group.  

“DID YOU SEE THAT!?” Ashlyn shrieks, hiding behind Ali who nods, swallowing hard.  

“UGH.” You groan, turning to walk down the hallway, ignoring your teammate’s pleas for you to come back.  

“If you’re really a ghost, please come back and murder me.”  

You glance into the doorway the supposed ‘ghost’ walk through and grin.  

“A COUCH! SANCTUARY!” You yell, running to it and flopping down on top of it with a lengthy yawn.  

“She seriously doesn’t give a fuck, does she?” Kelley mumbles as she and the rest of the team look into the room you just entered, finding you already fast asleep on the couch.  

“No, no she doesn’t.”  

                                                          ***

The team decides to leave you behind, considering if they woke you up you’d probably be a lot scarier than any ghost in this hotel could be, they decide to continue their trek upstairs.  

Luckily for them the hotel wasn’t all that huge and when the power had gone out they could simply take the flight of stairs upwards.  

It’s when they reach the last floor, the third floor that Ashlyn feels a presence behind her.  

“Decided to come after all?” She asks, getting no response.  

Ashlyn lets out a terrified screech when something grabs her shoulder, she and her teammates all jump in fear.  

Ashlyn meanwhile is terrified, looking up and down the stairs for any signs of you, but you’re nowhere to be found.  

“I... Someone touched me!” She shakes her head, Tobin snorting.  

“Seriously?” She asks, unconvinced and the goalie nods.  

“YES!”  

“There’s nothing here to touch yo-

Ali lets out a high-pitched squeal, shuffling backwards against her wife’s chest.  

“THERE’S SOMETHING HERE.”  

Downstairs, you’d been woken from your peaceful slumber, your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, a group of scaredy cats who won’t let me sleep.”  

Just as the words leave your mouth, you see someone peek around the corner into the room you’re currently lounging in.  

You snarl, grabbing for something blindly and throw it at the ‘ghost.’  

“Fuck off, I’m tired.”  

                                                          ***

“Is Y/N just sleeping downstairs? It must be nice to be an unaffected-

Emily screams when something flies off a nearby shelf, crashing to the floor.  

“BITCH!” She yells the rest of her sentence, earning a slap in the head from Kelley.

“She’s not a bitch, she just hasn’t been sleeping.”  

Alex ducks down behind Kelley when the door the group had just entered through loudly slams shut.  

“Protect me.” She mumbles, Kelley turning around to look at her with a blush before grinning cockily.  

“I am a defender.”  

Emily smirks, stepping in front of Lindsey.  

“I am too.” She grins charmingly, but when the sound of a woman crying penetrates her ears she ducks behind Lindsey.  

“I’m a mid-fielder.”  

Alyssa surprisingly, is using Julie as a human shield, holding her effortlessly in the air, the blonde grimacing.  

“Seriously?” She asks, Alyssa shrugging with an apologetic grin.  

Meanwhile, further down the hall, Ashlyn and some of the others, Megan, Ali, Christen, Tobin and Mallory are slowly making their way down the hall, peeking into each room nervously.  

“Why do I have to go first?” Ashlyn grumbles and Megan grins.  

“You’re the largest.”  

“Why not Christen? She runs the fastest...” The goalie mumbles, but before Christen can even open her mouth to speak she remember both Tobin and Mallory are basically hanging off her back.  

“That’s why.” She whispers, pointing over her shoulder at the two of them.  

“What? Us?” Tobin snorts. “We aren’t scared.”  

Mallory steps on a creaky floorboard and Tobin lets out a literal blood curdling scream that makes everyone else scream.  

Everyone turns to Tobin, the woman chuckling nervously.  

“Uh, sorry?”  

                                                          ***

“Look, there’s a perfectly logical explanation for what... Why do you have a broom?” Carli turns to Sam, the Tower of Power shrugging.  

“I think you mean why-

Rose lets out a screech, stopping midsentence when someone peeks out of a nearby room.  

“NOT.” Crystal finishes her sentence for her, ducking behind Sam along with Abby.  

Sam glances around, realizing Carli has vanished, but when she turns around, she realizes she too is ducked down behind her.  

“Y-You go right ahead. You’re armed.”  

The women jump when they hear someone yell, but quickly relax when they realize it’s you.  

“CAN YOU GUYS SHUT UP!?”  

Sam shakes her head.  

“How the hell is she unaffected by this...” She mumbles, slowly inching into one of the empty hotel rooms.  

“Is that blood...” Rose whispers, nodding to the ceiling where blood is seeping through.  

Becky winces.  

“I feel sorry for whoever is up there.”  

                                                          ***

“Please, please, please tell me that isn’t blood.” Julie whispers over and over again, Alyssa peeking over her shoulder to see the massive puddle of blood on the floor.  

Kelley turns around to give Alex an apologetic grin before sliding behind her.

“I’m retiring, you’re the defender now.”  

Alex scoffs.  

“Thanks Kel.”  

“No problem.”  

Slowly, Emily approaches the puddle of blood, her head turning back and forth as she kneels down, touching the sticky substance.  

“I swear to god Dasani.” Lindsey mumbles, grabbing her and pulling her away from the blood.  

Emily grimaces before reaching over and wiping her hand’s on Alex’s shirt, the woman scoffing.  

“Are you fucking serious?!” She squeaks, Emily shrugs.  

“Maybe.”  

Sonnett leads the charge towards the next room, slowly pushing the door open.  

It’s in that moment that utter chaos ensues, Sonnett isn’t even able to scream before something connects hard with her face and she’s sent sprawling, the women behind her shrieking in terror.  

“CHRISTEN!” Kelley yells and everyone goes silent, the forward’s green orbs wide.  

“Seriously!? You punched me in the face!” Emily yells, holding her nose.  

Alex snickers.  

“Serves you right.”  

                                                          ***

You’re stirred from your slumber by the heavy breathing of someone nearby, so close you can feel their breath on your face.  

“Jesus Christ, you need a mint.” You grumble, swatting your hand at them, it’s only when you open your eyes that you see the grossly disfigured man standing before you.  

You quickly realize you aren’t in the same room as you had been, now resting on a fairly comfortable bed that brings your exhaustion into stark relief.  

You simply roll over, your back now to the ‘ghost.’  

“Go away.”  

The ‘ghost’ taps your shoulder and you growl, scooting away from it.  

“Look buddy, you are your crew are doing great. I’m not in the mood.”  

You yawn when he pokes you again.  

“Listen, if you touch me again I’m going to turn you into a real ghost. Fuck off, I’m tired.”  

Much to your glee, the ‘ghost’ shuffles away sadly, unsuccessful in its attempt to scare you.  

“That’s better.”  

                                                          ***

“Wait, where the hell is Y/N? We can’t leave without her!” Mallory cries, glancing around worriedly.  

“She’s probably still downstairs.” Ashlyn whispers, the group of women heading towards the room where they last saw Y/N.

“SHIT!” Emily yells when she’s smacked hard in the stomach with what looks like a broom handle.  

“SAM!” She growls, the taller woman grinning apologetically.  

“Sorry?”  

Everyone glances around, eyes wide in horror when they see the room now has blood on its walls.  

“Where’s Y/N!?” Christen yells, swallowing hard, terrified at the thought of what could’ve happened to the young forward.  

“We have to find her.” Kelley whispers, abruptly leaving the room in search of one of the babies of the team.

Everyone freezes at the sound of a snort, Kelley turning to Alex with narrowed eyes.  

“She’s still fucking asleep, isn’t she?” She asks, pushing the door open where the snoring is coming from, shaking her head when she sees you fast asleep on the bed.  

“Someone, grab her so we can get out of here.” Becky whispers, Ashlyn rushing into the room and lifting you into her arms.  

“Ugh, if it’s the ghost again, I told you to fuck off.” You yawn, humming tiredly.  

“It’s not the ghost.” Ashlyn whispers and you smile tiredly.  

“Good, because you smell nice.” You nuzzle into her chest, the blonde shaking her head.  

The team rushes down the hallway, rounding the corner that leads to the entry way when it falls from the ceiling.  

Everyone let’s out a blood curdling scream as the bloody body falls to the floor, the team all rushing out the front door and out into the sunlight.

                                                          ***

“We’re all running around the damn house scared out of our minds, and you’re lying in bed telling a ghost to fuck off?” Kelley snorts and you shrug, watching on the television as Ashlyn carries you out of the ‘haunted hotel’ after they’d all decided they’d had their fill.  

“I’ve seen Scooby Doo, I know my shit.”  

Inevitably, it turned out that the ‘haunted hotel’ you’d toured was in fact set up to scare unsuspecting guests, much like yourself and your teammates, recording your reactions in real time.

Ashlyn throws her head back, scoffing.  

“I knew it was a TV show all along.”  

Ali snorts.  

“You screamed when the TV crew approached us outside.”  

“I did not!”  

Just then on the TV it shows Ashlyn letting out a horrified scream, the woman ducking behind Sam.  

Everyone turns to Ashlyn, brows arched.  

“I was in character.”  

You shake your head, smirking when you watch yourself send Ashlyn a glare, the woman waking you with her terrified scream.  

“I’m still too tired for this shit.”  

You nod, agreeing with your past self.

“Agreed.”  

“You’re always tired, you slept through a haunted house for fucks sake.” Emily mumbles voice a bit altered thanks to the bandage on her face.

You nod.  

“And I’d do it again.”  

[arrow-v3]

ALERT ALL LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY

(PLEASE COMMENT TO HELP ME IM DESPERATE) hello, my name is Drew and i has a crush on someone for three years and i’m a useless pansexual so listen up for the breakdown:

about me: i’m almost 16, i’m sophomore in georgia. i’m 5’7 and i’m out as pansexual. i run with my dog everyday and play tennis with my mom and dad as a hobby when i’m not playing soccer. (we have a VERY athletic family as you can see) i’m currently the goalie in my soccer academy. i’m also in a public school filled with all kinds of people. black, mean, nice, white, etc. i’m white/mexican. i have brown hair with green eyes. i’m not popular, but good friends with the popular kids so i sometimes will hangout with them. there are also not a lot of people that are in the LGBTQ+ community, but anyone who has asked me (mostly boys, some girls) i have said no becuase i’m so caught up with my crush. i live in a high class neighborhood with a high family. i have two other sisters, one is 19, and the other is 10. they are both the greatest sisters but i’m a little closer with my bigger sister. i have a dog called mellow, and a ferret i got recently called oliver after the green arrow (my favorite show/superhero). i have two really great friends (girl and guy) that walk with me everyday to school and they know everything about me, and have been supporting me through the start. (ask me anything if i left anything out)

WHERE WE SEE EACH OTHER: so every summer i go to this place called club med in florida. it’s like kinda expensive resort and you can do basically everything for free. free food, drinks, and they have tennis, a trapeze, soccer, basketball court, and a small lake where you can kayak and paddle board there. they also have these clubs for people up to 4-17 where parents can leave their kids for them to do activities throughout the day. and every night they have a party or circus show with a certain theme (neon, all white clothes, animals, fancy, etc.)

MY RELATIONSHIP WITH HER: so when the “village” was rented out we came there when it opened again for the 2nd time, where i met eloise, my big ass crush. me and my family, along with my aunt and my cousin came also with us. my cousin, jay, we were playing soccer on the field, shooting on each other when she walked to us, and asked if we can play with us. MY GAY MOMENT. i looked at her, she has BRIGHT blue eyes and BEAUTIFUL blond hair, like a fucking angel. so of course, we let her play with us, turns out in kansas, she is pretty fucking good at soccer. we play until sunset, until we all decide to go to the slice bar (the main place for drinks for all ages). (why the fuck do i remember this so well?) Anyway, jay had to go to the restroom, and me and eloise started to talk on the couches there. i learned that she is a grade higher than me, played soccer, is from kansas, she is on the circus team for club med, she also has a brother and sister who is also here, and both of her parents are from europe but moved when they had her sister. i kept it cool when jay came back. she gave me hug that gave me a heart attack when she said goodbye when her parents called and told her to go back to her room. she also said she will be in the clubs that most of the older kids go to, me and jay also will be too. next day, we meet up there and make some new friends. tomas, who is 17 and from france but is very fluent in english, valentina, who is from new york with a new york accent 16. all four of us make a small group chat on snap and we all have still keeped in touch till today. we all stuck together, eating, swimming, and just hanging out in general while we were there. every time we made teams for any kind of event it was always me and eloise, which fueled me even more with gayness. but when jay and eloise made a secret that nobody would tell i would get really fucking uncomfortable, and have doubts, which i didn’t like. (SHE DOESNT KNOW IM PAN) i found out this so called secret, a few months after we left from us two texting and me staying at my cousins house for winter break in minnesota, but, we’ll get into that later. but every time when we would eat breakfast together, i would build up courage to ask her hang out with my for the whole day, and she would. but every night when we were in this room next to the slice bar, all four of us will be there chilling when that stupid secret between jay and eloise would come out. jay is “okay-looking,” since he has had a lot of on and off relationships in the past (he is my age but a few months older, sorry for not telling you earilier.) it really bugged and i would beg both of them, and valentina to tell us, but they never did. the secret, was appearantly jay was dating a girl but was taking a break, and appearantly eloise and jay liked each other. she told me this, and i asked her a few months ago, if she stilled liked him, and she said why, he doesn’t like me back. that broke my heart. to know that i liked her for soooooo long only for her to ah e a crush on my cousin. all the times we spent together LITERALLY WATCHING THE SUNSET TOGETHER with her head on my shoulder, teaching how to play tennis, and i still she thinks of me like a “friend,” maybe? i was there for her every second we spent together, whether it was text or in real life.

MY BIGGEST GAY MOMENT I SPENT WITH HER: last year, we were saying goodbye to each other in private, aka we were in that other room in the slice bar becuase i was looking for her and jay didn’t. we hugged as we both cried, and then she looked at me with a sad smile, and KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK. i literally froze, for like 30 seconds, and she asked me if i was okay, until we both started laughing. i wiped her tears away and said, “i’ll miss you a lot, and when i see you again, i’m going to give the biggest hug EVER.” we hugged for a long time before my mother called me, telling me we had to go. that was literally was the hardest time not to leave her, and i want to spend the whole summer with me and her there.

this is probably the unclearest thing ever, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment for advice. and ask questions if you about any of this. THANK YOU!