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distressednoise · 9 months ago
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Three sentence fic suggest: Brassian (obviously), and for the AU take your pick of previously discussed hockey scenarios, Arctic exploration, or, hmmm, extreme nature documentary filming of some sort.
I'm going to point you at this article re: the nature documentary AU because yes, YES. But I cannot pass up the opportunity to write a bit more goalie!cassian and his intimacy speedrun. Sure this isn't "three" "sentences", but it's tender, and ain't that enough?
They don't even bother to give him the tests; he pukes in the tunnel then starts crying in the locker room and when he tries to get his pads off nothing is in the right order. He thinks he might have yelled at Xanwan about it, or done something, because now they've herded him into one of the side rooms the PTs use for rubdowns and they're talking about him outside the door, unintelligible but far too loud.
It's Brasso who comes to get him. Cassian would be worried that he's being managed - that people have noticed he can be managed, if it's Brasso - but Brasso immediately shuts off the lights and lets Cassian tilt forward until his forehead meets Brasso's crinkled tracksuit, chill like he's just come from outside, so all he can muster is a kind of pathetic gratitude.
He can feel his pulse in his skull and he thinks he might be crying again, but none of that matters to Brasso, who hands him one of the polos the staff wear and says, "We'll get you changed and I'll drive you out. We'll go in my car, OK? No-one's watching for my car."
Cassian wants to object because they're in Canada now and someone's always fucking watching him, but Brasso's so sure. He's so sure and he's being so careful as he unhooks Cassian's gear; he came in and made everything quiet and dark. It'd be easy, Cassian thinks, to sink into a world where everything Brasso says is right.
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stinkrat-aleks · 2 months ago
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Pietro “no longer bitchless” Maximoff
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newyork-institute · 10 months ago
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A hockey!au where its Coach John Price, goalie Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish as a defensemen and Kyle Garrick as a forward. Kate Laswell would be there PR manager and Nikolai is in charge of making they get to each destination on time and (looking at you Garrick) one piece.
Coach Price had a couple of Stanley Cups under his belt from his day as a defensemen. He was known throughout the league as being the dad to his team.
(Kate was the mom).
Simon Riley had a skull painted on his helmet and from some of the PR videos Kate has posted on the teams TikTok page, he was given the nickname Ghost because of how he always seemed to come out of nowhere.
Johnny MacTavish is known as a beast on the ice, but all his hits were so clean, the refs never called a penalty. His opponents started calling him Soap on the ice as a deterrent, but Johnny was Johnny and took it as a compliment.
Kyle Garrick is recorded to be the fastest player in the entire league. He’s a smooth player and well liked in the league, so no wonder Coach Price made him Captain.
Kate Laswell loved her job and the boys she worked with. Price and her go way back to when they were teenagers, so it makes Kate’s job so much easier when the Coach cooperates with her. She also definitely babies the boys and will admit that with a smile on her face.
Nikolai was one of the most famous Russian goalies back in the day, having competed against Price in the past. They both lost a Stanley Cup to each other but after retiring from the game, they found they had a lot in common.
(Price is the first openly gay Coach in the league, and the boys couldn’t be any prouder.)
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Don’t mind me I thirst for these cod men and for hockey players leave me alone 💀
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dnvrsmedia · 2 years ago
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goalie!abby on draft night
okay but imagine goalie!abby getting drafted to go pro oh my goodness
she would absolutely be terrified the day of draft night
i mean baby girl is shaking, zoning out into space you name it
it got to the point where you needed to call her dad for advice!
jerry was absolutely an angel!! he gave her a call & you saw how she physically relaxed.
some weight lifted off of her shoulders just enough for her to get through the day before the big night!!
you were her date to the event ofc!
surrounded by her coach, dad, & best friends
it’s not common for goalies to go number one draft pick so abby lowered her expectations
so when her name was called to her dream team in california, she sat there shocked and unmoving
tears flowed freely from your eyes as you shook her to escape her state of shock
abby immediately wraps her arms around your waist and plants the most loving and tearful kiss on your mouth
after you two separated, abby envelops her father in a tearful hug
no eye in that banquet hall was dry!
you couldn’t have been more proud of your girl :(
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jtl-fics · 2 years ago
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Fluent Freshman - 38
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If it weren’t for the fact that he and Riko had stumbled across a truly traumatizing video of his birth that they had watched secretly in Tetsuji’s office when he was away on a business trip one weekend Kevin would believe that he was born with an Exy racquet in his hand. But the image that is seared into his retinas to this day has proven that he came into this world empty handed.
That doesn’t change the fact that Kevin has spent the majority of his life utterly and completely submersed in Exy. He was trained as a Raven, he was court, he was a champion as both a Raven as a Fox and if he had his way he’d leave college with more Championships under the orange and white than the black and red.
Exy was everything in the world to him.
He could overlook many personality defects if someone brought something to the Court.
Apathetic five foot nothing who was more likely to stab him than shake his hand? Well, he’s the best goalie that Kevin had ever seen in his entire life (and that was saying something).
Tight ass who has anger management issues and will not shut the fuck up about his girlfriend now that he’s not even allowed to have? Well, he is a very solid backliner who has excellent ball handling skills (even if Aaron keeps telling him to stop saying it like that or why he keeps yelling that he’s straight).
Overly touchy, too emotional, will not shut the fuck up about his fiancé in Germany? Well, he is a very solid backliner who is great at rebounds (Kevin doesn’t get why Nicky gets mad when he says that or why he brings up Erik).
Guy who actively dislikes him and is dying for any chance to punch him and also being overly attached to his friends? He’s a great enforcer on the court and had the stamina to play far longer than the other two backliners (Why Dan always said “yeah he does” whenever Kevin commented on Matt’s stamina he will never understand, and he also doesn’t want to.)
Suspicious kid from Millport with a mouth that could strip paint and a past so shrouded in mystery that it even had Andrew perking up in interest? Well, he’s the fastest Striker in the game and the only person that has ever kept up with Kevin’s obsession with the sport. (There was the minor downside that he was the son of the Butcher and almost died before the championships, but Neil pulled through.)
He tolerated all of them and now they’re his best friends.
There are some who he does find personally objectionable but so long as Jack and Sheena manage to continue to be good on the court he doesn’t care about the many many faults in their personalities. They’re his teammates, they aren’t his friends.
He accepted that he might not like any of the others that came onto the team. For the most part he had never given a shit about before the Foxes, content with his brotherhood with Riko even if it wasn’t…perfect. Then he became friends with FF and FF had done him a truly large favor and Kevin wanted to pay that back the best way he knew how. Through his truly infallible health advice and through perfectly crafted smoothies.
Then Daniel appeared with the truth that FF truly met all requirements to be a Fox and Kevin tasted his own smoothie for the first time.
He considered both revelations to be equally upsetting.
Still…
FF was one of the best dealers Kevin had ever had the pleasure to be on Court with. The man knew his position well and interrupted offensives with an enviable ease that made Kevin wish to possibly strap some sort of device onto him and figure out how he did certain things.
It wasn’t that far off to believe that a man raised in the same environment as FF could possibly have similar talents and since Lisa fucked off back to some small town cult they really did need a good sub. Sheena was a good offensive dealer but they had games coming up where defense would be imperative and FF did not have the stamina for a full game and likely would not for quite some time considering he’d be recovering from being stabbed.
So, he’d defended Daniel’s right to try out.
At first, he had felt vindicated. Daniel kept up quite well during the initial warm-ups. Kept pace with Jack, Sheena, Aaron, Andrew, and Nicky. Kevin had been bringing up the rear mostly to make sure that Andrew didn’t stab the guy during warm-ups.
Then it was time for the first precision drill.
The other thing about how Kevin was raised is that he was raised surrounded only by the best of the best. The Ravens were at the top of the Collegiate hierarchy. The National Court used their stadium for practice.
The worst Exy that Kevin had ever seen in his entire life up until the moment that Daniel took hold of an Exy racquet was still only the worst team in Collegiate Division 1 Exy.
Then Kevin watched the ball go so wide that the entire court went silent.
All of the drills that followed were as bad, if not worse.
Kevin felt himself start to vibrate with anger the longer it went on. He started to shout corrections at Daniel but the younger man merely rolled his eyes, “I think I know what I’m doing.” He would say before pointedly proving that he did not.
Kevin only realized nearly an hour in that he had wasted his entire practice shouting himself hoarse at the actual waste of human life that was Daniel Stanton.
Kevin could accept being bad at Exy and having an inoffensive personality. Kevin could accept being good at Exy and having a bad personality.
Kevin could not accept being bad at Exy and having a bad personality.
Coach Wymack called the practice to an end and Kevin thought that he’d manage to keep his anger mostly inside (he is ignoring the near hour of practice he spent screaming directions) when Daniel decided to deliver the Coup de Grace.
Sweat soaking his bangs, panting, and without a single thing done correctly (even the way he was currently holding his borrowed Exy racquet set Kevin’s teeth on edge) the man had the gall, the gumption, and the absolute AUDACITY to come up to the coach.
“So, where do I sign?” he asks.
Kevin sees red and unleashes hell.
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This was the most fun Andrew has had at a practice since he started having to come to them.
The look of embarrassment on Daniel’s face as Kevin accurately tore into everything he did wrong on the Court and every personal failing that Kevin could home in on. His attention shifted away to FF sitting in the stands near the University official who was shaking her head at the obvious poor showing. The University may have wanted Daniel around to spruce up the Fox’s marketability but even they couldn’t let someone so obviously awful onto one of their few Division 1 teams.
FF was sat sipping one of Kevin’s god awful smoothies looking completely unshocked by Daniel’s showing.
Kevin turned his attention to FF, “You said he was good!” Kevin points at the freshman as he continues to sip the drink.
Andrew interrupts, “He never said he was good.” He remembers the conversation so exactly and there are few things he loves more than having the opportunity to rub it in Kevin’s face when the man is wrong, “He said ‘Daniel has always been athletic’ never anything about him being good.” Andrew reminds.
Kevin whips back around to Daniel, “Have you ever even played Exy?” Kevin demands.
“I didn’t think it’d be hard to pick up.” Daniel argues crossing his arms defensively.
It sets Kevin off on another furious rant.
Andrew had thought that FF didn’t have a mean bone in his body and he’s quite pleased to have been proven wrong. The thought that FF had let Daniel get all the way into embarrassing himself in such a way?
Andrew had to give him props.
“How does it feel getting to watch this idiot crash and burn?” he asks coming to the glass.
“Really thought he could manage it if I could.” FF says with a shrug that has Aaron bark out a laugh.
“You really figured?” Aaron asks coming to stand next to Andrew.
FF just shrugs again, “I mean I also started not knowing how to play and now I’m on a pretty good team.” He says as if FF starting as a child not knowing how to play is the same as someone walking in demanding a spot on a college team.
Nicky lets out a laugh.
“Oh, Smithy I could kiss you.” Nicky laughs and makes his way towards the Court entrance to likely do exactly that moving past a Daniel who was so red in the face with embarrassment and anger that he looked as if he was about to turn purple.
Andrew tuned in.
“…small pond. The only reason you ever felt like you were worth anything is that Smiths was too nice to put you in your place before now!” Kevin was probably talking about medium-sized fish in a small pond but Andrew didn’t really care to know.
“Are you going to let him talk to me like this?!” Daniel finally turned to Wymack.
“Kevin, you shouldn’t talk to the public like that.” Wymack says without a hint of chastisement in his voice.
Kevin still straightened at the reminder, “You’re right. Sorry coach.” Kevin sneered at Daniel, “Get off the court before you taint it.” He hisses.
“You’re really not going to sign me?!” Daniel demands.
“Why would I?” Wymack asks with a raised brow.
“You took a chance on John!” Daniel points towards FF.
Andrew watches as Wymack’s face does something he’d rarely seen it do, it goes utterly and completely cold. “I don’t take chances with my kids.” He spat, “I give my kids a second chance. Get the hell off of my court.” He hisses.
Daniel’s face purples further before he stomped off of the Court.
“Don’t you dare walk off with that racquet! It’s worth more than you!” Kevin shouts after him and Andrew in that moment realizes that Daniel is going to do something stupid.
And FF is on the other side of the Plexiglass with only Nicky at his side.
It’s like watching a train crash.
Daniel might say something, but Andrew doesn’t know. He sees Neil rushing as well, his sense of danger always well-honed but Neil had been in Captain mode in the moments before walking some of the sophomore and freshmen through what they had done wrong.
Neither of them will make it in time.
Daniel throws his racquet, and he throws it right at FF barely 5 feet away in the stands.
The Racquet blows past FF’s head and Andrew lets out a breath.
Then before it could crash into the seats behind him and break FF’s hand wrapped around the shaft of the stick and stopped it’s trajectory.
“Your aim really isn’t getting any better by not listening to Kevin’s advice.” Smith says as he twirls the racquet in his hand so that the net was on the ground. “Also, don’t break the equipment, like Kevin said it’s pretty expensive.” He says.
Daniel let out a primal scream but where Andrew had stalled out to watch the miraculous catch Matt Boyd had not. Daniel was tackled to the ground by the backliner, “Absolutely not.” Matt said with a scowl.
“Smithy are you okay?” Andrew hears Nicky ask.
“Yeah, why?” FF asks as if he hadn’t just been attacked but considering everything that Andrew had seen it wouldn’t shock him if Daniel’s attacks were just par for the course back home for FF. “The racquet looks okay too.” He adds.
“Coach Wymack,” The University representative made their way down looking flustered at the outburst of violence.
Obviously not someone who regularly watched Exy or paid attention to their team.
“This is why I wanted absolute control over who does and who doesn’t get a shot here.” Wymack hisses pointing at Daniel as he struggled under Matt.
“You have our sincere apologies for this.” She says looking at Daniel, “He didn’t… we thought he’d be good for the team’s culture but it seems like we may have misjudged-“
“That guy just tried to take Smithy out!” Nicky interrupts.
“I told you he was dangerous.” Neil adds.
“Can someone call campus security?” Matt asks from the ground, “This jackass keeps aiming for kidney punches and I would like to not be pissing blood during winter break.” Matt requests.
“O-of course!” the University representative says fumbling for her cell phone.
Andrew looked at Matt and figured that the backliner had a handle on that particular mess at the moment.
He made his way over to FF and Nicky who was checking over the freshman.
“Nice catch.” He says.
FF shrugs, “It’s my racquet he was borrowing.” He says, “I didn’t want to get a new one.” He adds.
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FF watches as campus security took custody of Daniel as he continued to spit and scream. There are talks about pressing charges, but FF just wants Daniel off of the campus and away from him. It’s Jack of all people who says that getting a restraining order is a great way to make sure Daniel stays the hell away from him and FF nods consideringly.
Honestly, he’s still mostly in shock he managed to catch his racquet the way he had. His reflexes weren’t quite up to snuff since he’d been trying to catch the netting, but his hand only closed around the shaft.
Embarrassing.
He really hopes no one teases him about his slower reflexes.
“He needs to be charged for assault at least.” Kevin hisses as they watch the security officers take Daniel away.
“It’d be attempted assault.” Aaron corrects.
“He assaulted my eyes with his Exy.” Kevin insists.
“If that counted as assault, don’t you think I would have pressed charges for all the times I have had to see you dance at Eden’s?” Neil asks. “Also, you’re the one that insisted he try-out.” He reminds.
“Smiths told me he was good!” Kevin screeches.
“No, we’ve been over this Day. Smithy said he was athletic.” Nicky reminds. “Are you going to do what Jack suggested?” he asks turning to FF.
“I’d like to see significantly less of Daniel.” FF admits.
“You know he did actually commit assault, if I pee blood I’m making Kevin go buy me pads.” Matt says.
“Whatever.” Kevin says as they continued to make their way back to the dorm to get ready for the day.
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MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU
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meatiors · 9 months ago
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Foxes lineup but somethings a bit different 🤔
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bex-pencil · 3 months ago
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#30 Sugishita Kyotaro (G)
GAA: 1.59
SV%: .935
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afurtivecake · 2 months ago
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had a dream where exy was an even crazier sport. instead of combining lacrosse and hockey, it combines lacrosse and parkour. instead of being totally flat on the ground, it’s played with thick foam platforms suspended from the ceiling. and players can jump from platform to platform and even use the wall as the surface to jump off of. basically it introduces the element of vertical movement to exy where players are prioritizing agility rather than power. contact is only allowed if you’ve got both feet on the ground. the goal is basically a large pot you have to fling the ball into. the goalkeepers have to defend this goal from ALL angles. when above the ground, you’re only allow to carry the ball one step; you HAVE to pass. that is, unless you’ve stolen the ball from your opponent, in which case you are allowed to carry the ball no more than five steps. Defense mainly stays on the ground. also, in my dream it was a sport played predominantly by women.
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swcowgal · 4 months ago
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Bc they won tonight and I miss Gregor💛
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fy-banshee-scream · 2 months ago
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Hockeys your sean cassidy
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pillowbee · 1 day ago
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Galladrabbles: Keeper.
Thank you to @lupeloto for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt, “Keeper!”
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“GIVE HIM A FUCKING RED CARD!!”
Ian laughs at Carl’s outburst while Debbie yells above the noise, “THIS ISN’T SOCCER, CARL!”
“THEY SHOULD HAVE A RED CARD, BECAUSE DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT JUST NOW?!”
“AY, QUIT IT, YOU TWO!” Fiona yells.
Just then, Milkovich — number 08, Keeper and Captain of the Chicago Blaze Quidditch Club, with blood still oozing from his nose from the dirty Bludger earlier — dives for the right-most goal post and kicks the Quaffle away, foiling the opposing team’s attempt at scoring ten points.
Ian is star-struck.
He can’t wait for the meet-and-greet after the game.
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legolasghosty · 1 month ago
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Stupid Goalie Questions with Shaw
[I have no defense for this. I've seen the trend going around of goalies answering these and had to throw Bobby in there. Sorry. Questions from This Tweet.]
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Bobby looks up from his rubix cube, a little startled, when Carlos drops onto the bench across from him. “What?”
Carlos grins and holds up his camera. “The internet has spoken, we have questions for goalies.”
Bobby groans. “Can’t Sasha do it?” he asks, glancing around for the other goaltender.
Carlos shakes his head as he sets up his tripod. “Nope, there was a poll and the ghostlets want you.”
“Literally no one other than you calls the fans that,” Bobby points out.
“It’ll catch on,” Carlos retorts. He glances between Bobby and the screen, then nods. “We’re good to go.”
Bobby rolls his eyes but lets a smile escape. He may not love being Carlos’s target, but he’s a good dude. “Okay, let’s get this over with,” he sighs.
“What a struggle it is to be famous,” Carlos teases, pulling out his phone to read questions off of. “Okay first one. Do you think you could skate in normal skates? Do you ever skate in normal skates?”
“Yes and yes.”
“What do you do with all your old masks that don’t rep the team you currently play for? Do you have a graveyard?”
“Are all of these questions going to be two questions?” Bobby questions.
“No, and answer the question, Shaw,” Carlos laughs.
Bobby considers, then shrugs. “I’ve kept some of them. Like I still have my college ones and my TB ones. But I don’t have like… a graveyard.”
“Awww you didn’t keep your Fangs ones? Carlos teases.
Bobby shoots him a playful glare. “That’s not a question I agreed to answer.”
“Fine,” Carlos says. “Would you be upset if your helmet made you go bald?”
Bobby frowns. “No.”
“How do you feel about a white cage? I think this is controversial,” Carlos continues.
“Mine is silver. I don’t care what other guys do.”
“Do you think you’d be able to win a game if you switched your glove and blocker hands?”
“Nope.”
“Wow, added two more letters on there,” Carlos teases as he scrolls down. “Proud of you.”
“Get lost,” Bobby retorts, smirking.
“No can do, chief,” Carlos says cheerfully. “Are you singing and talking to yourself down there?”
Bobby shrugs. “Doesn’t literally everyone?”
“Fair enough. Do you ever get scared you’re going to fall down when they pull you for the extra attacker because you’re going faster than you usually do?”
“No.”
“Do you ever feel sort of left out when your team is celebrating a goal all the way down at the other end and you just gotta chill in your own net?”
“Not really, and the guys usually come say hi before play starts up again anyways.”
“Adorable bro love there,” Carlos agrees. “Do you ever wish the crease was a different color? Like for fun just to spice things up?”
“If they change the color of the crease, I’m quitting.” Bobby drops his gaze back down to the rubix cube. He’s so close.
“Don’t you think it’s unfair that goalies can’t skate all the way to the other end of the ice? Do you ever just want to go apeshit?”
“Language,” Bobby responds automatically. “What would your father say?”
“Answer the goddamn question!” Carlos laughs.
“No I don’t during games. Sometimes in practice.”
Carlos snickers. “I bet Luke would love that.” Then he clears his throat. “How do you feel about the whole ‘goalies are so weird’ thing? Be honest.”
“We are.”
“No further comment?”
“Nope.”
“Well okay then. Do you actually design your pads or like do you tell someone sort of the vibe and they do it? Like are you drawing out your vision on a napkin or something?”
“I got a buddy from college that does mine these days, Taylor Kare. We talk out what I’m thinking about and then he sends me some concept sketches and stuff before the final.”
“Do you ever wish the pipes were a different color? Like not just red?”
Bobby huffs as he finishes his cube. “Why are there so many about changing the colors of stuff? No, leave them red.”
“Hey, it’s what the people wanna know,” Carlos says, smirking. “Do you ever think about how the camera in the net is aimed at your butt for like 60 full minutes a night? Does it make you self conscious?”
“Not really.”
“What about the fact that there are PEOPLE right behind you?”
“When people there are actually looking at me, I usually have bigger things to think about.”
“After a crazy save when you’re just lying down sprawled out does it feel good as hell or what?”
Bobby grins. “Yep.”
“Could you eat one whole cheesecake? You can choose the flavor but I mean the whole thing.”
Bobby remembers his last birthday, when he’d just gotten back home to LA after being stuck in San Fran. “Yes, yes I could,” he states.
“Thank you for your time, Shaw,” Carlos says, reaching over to turn off the camera. 
“Get out of my hair, Mini-lina,” Bobby chuckles.
“I’m literally taller than her!” Carlos protests as he gathers his gear.
“Doesn’t matter, she’s the Boss.”
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dnvrsmedia · 2 years ago
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dude i got in a fight in the middle of my soccer game today and now i'm thinking ab how goalie!abby would react. -if you still write/take requests for goalie abby-
i’m a center attacker and this attacker on the other team was talking mad shit so i told her to chill tf out and she got up on me shoving me n cussing me out. so i shoved her back and said “you heard me chill the tf out" and we kept shoving eachother until her teammate held her back - the entire game they played dirty and hurt my teammates and THE REF DIDNT CALL ANYTHIFN butttt back to abby
i know abby would get so protective seeing you and another player fighting or seeing her team get hurt by them - she would be pissed, yelling at the ref to call it when a teammate can’t stand back up or running down the field to stop you and this girl from throwing down in the middle of a game
why is this hot LMFAO but slay for standing ur ground!!! fuck the ref for not calling it though smh
abby would be so concerned especially bc she can’t leave her post! you best believe that she’d be furious though. especially if the other team got a corner & the player messing with you within the box!!! oooo abby would step in between you two and tell the player to fuck off!!!
after the game when you shake hands w the refs and the team abby def whispers in the players ear while squeezing their hand ridiculously tight with a bight smile on her face.
“you do that shit to them one more time and i’ll make sure you never play again.”
the player scurries away past you with a quick sorry as she makes it back to her locker room.
you have a knowing look on your face as you go over to abby, her strong arms wrapping around your torso.
“do i even wanna know what you told the poor girl.” you laugh and kiss her shoulder discreetly.
“nothing too crazy, just taking care of what’s mine.” she beams.
protective goalie!abby ugh i love!!!!
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mcdadarts · 7 months ago
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let Blades the Bruin wave you into @steddieas-shegoes's bear hugs on ao3. if you like hockey and second chances, you'll love bear hugs
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softquietsteadylove · 2 months ago
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I need the goalie AU again. Please. I beg of you to please write thena being all shy and embarrassed when hanging out together and Gil thinking it’s adorable. I CANT BELIEVE I FORGIT ABT THIS AU LIKE THAT MAN 😭💀
Thena made her third - slow - loop around the rink, mixed in with everyone else attending the free skating time available to the community. It felt bizarre, skating freely. She was in a regular old sweater and skirt with fleece lined tights on. She wasn't here to practice her axle or turns.
She was here for a...to...with...Gil was meeting her.
It wasn't them crossing paths before or after practice, no matter how planned. Since Gil had shown up regardless of his own schedule, they had both come to do so more often. They even texted, now.
Thena had given up her aversion to phones just for the occasion. Ajak had questioned what made her want one all of a sudden, but Thena had offered the pathetic but perfectly believable excuse that it was just time for her. And she could text with Makkari and Druig, now.
To her mother's credit, she had accepted the excuse and taken her to the mall that very same day.
Hey, there's a free skate this saturday. We don't have practice that day. Wanna go just for funsies? :)
It was a completely charming and adorable invitation, from the wording to the little smile he added to it. Thena had already read it over so many times she was quite sure it qualified as obsession by this point. If anything, she was lucky the phone only noted when it was read for the first time, and not every subsequent time she had gazed at it just to hear Gil's voice in her head.
"Thena!"
Her heart leapt in her chest. Sometimes she felt so conscious of it she wondered if the rink speakers were blaring it for all to hear instead of a grainy old pop song. But she waved.
Gil skated right over to her. He had powerful strides, making it across the rink in no time, although he made sure to come to a stop in a way that didn't shower her skates with the debris of his gliding. "I'm glad you could make it."
She just smiled, tucking some hair behind her ear as they started skating lazily around with everyone else. "I've never come here just for 'funsies', as you put it."
He beamed at her. "Well, maybe this'll be the first of many."
It was somewhat of an open ended invitation; not so direct as to put pressure on her but certainly they both knew the implication. She looked down at the scratched up ice beneath their skates. "Maybe."
"Did your mom like the cupcakes?" Gil asked, a far better conversationalist than she (thank goodness).
"She did!" Thena jumped at the opportunity to talk about something that didn't make her quite so nervous. "She said she was quite impressed."
"Ah," Gil shrugged, blushing with modesty as he pushed his hands into his hoodie pockets. He was just wearing a t-shirt under it, but she supposed boys always seemed to dress too light in cold conditions. "It's just a simple recipe. But I'm glad you liked 'em."
They were the single most delicious thing she had ever eaten.
"I'll return your container next practice," she promised more quietly. There was no easy way to admit that she hadn't actually told her mother she was coming today to meet Gil specifically.
All she had told her mother was that she was meeting 'some friends'. She didn't want Ajak getting any...ideas.
"No worries," he grinned at her. Gil had a real grace to him on the ice, moving easily, but matching her pace in a way that required some control over his full abilities. "Your dad seems to be less of a jerk, lately."
Thena pressed her lips together. Her father/coach had indeed been less abrasive for several of her practices. Specifically, after he had asked her if she knew why a certain young man was always lingering. "I believe I have you to thank for that, actually."
"Me?" Gil blinked, and so innocently at that.
Thena rolled her eyes. "Father may be a bit of a beast at times, but he has a reputation of decency to uphold. He can't have strangers thinking he's unprofessional."
Gil nodded, considering the words. But he looked at her with a softer expression than before, "I'll be at every one of them, then."
She felt an increasingly familiar tingle in her cheeks and rushed to correct him. "Th-That's okay, Gil! I don't mean--there's no need, really."
He gave her a doubtful little pout.
She smiled at him as they rounded the loop again. "Your presence, no matter how long it's there, is enough of a deterrent. And its protection is appreciated, believe me."
As soon as she said it, she wondered if she should have. Did she sound weird? Was she making too big a deal out of it?
But he seemed unaware of her worry. That soft expression he had remained, and he even let his arm brush hers a little, as much as their skates would allow the proximity, at least. "Well, uh, good. I'm glad I could protect you, then, I guess."
They both looked away. Thena swallowed, although even that sounded too loud in her ears at the moment. The rink was cold but her face felt warm.
Gil cleared his throat. "Uh, I..."
"Do you come to the free skate often?" Thena blurted out, before she could think better of it. She hoped she hadn't cut him off from anything important.
She just wanted to keep talking to him.
"Uh, I used to," Gil managed, even pulling one of his hands out of his pockets to fiddle with the zip of his hoodie. "Skating was always fun to me, I guess. That's how I got into hockey."
She looked at him. "Not as easy to find time for it now that you're on the team, I suppose."
He looked at her, too, knowing she knew just how true that was for the both of them. "I guess, yeah. To be honest, I liked skating, but it wasn't really my idea to join."
"Whose was it?" she tilted her head, although turning the corners again made her have to keep her hair out of her face.
"Ikaris has been on the team forever," Gil shrugged. "And he kind of convinced me to try it just 'cause I'm big. And everyone told me what a good goalie I was after, so I guess I kind of just-"
"Went with it?" she suggested, and he affirmed it for her.
"I mean, I like it," he shrugged. "But it's nice to come here just to skate. I kinda forgot what it felt like."
"Me too," she sighed, looking at the faded colours buried beneath the ice, seeing the fog of her breath and feeling the breeze through her hair. Her ankles weren't burning, her knees didn't ache. It was fun.
"I guess I should come here more often too, huh?" Gil suggested lightly, and then became sheepish again.
Thena looked down at her hands clasping together. Gil had taken the first leap, not only inviting her today but also suggesting further occasions for it in the future. It was time for her to take a leap. "We could make a habit of it."
He looked at her, his curiosity piqued.
"So we can keep in mind that we like skating," she added, rather lamely, in her opinion. But to suggest that they make a regular habit out of coming here together just for the joy of each other's company--it felt a little too much, at least for now. "Outside of practice, that is."
"Yeah," he smiled at her, his usual charm emerging again. "I like the sound of that."
Again, the invitation was a good enough idea, but open enough so as not to need a full commitment this very moment.
"Hm," Thena squeaked out. She was letting the conversation roll straight into the ditch again. But Gil really had a terrible ability to push all of her thinking power out of her head just by being near her.
"Uh, speaking of things we like just for fun...?"
Thena looked at Gil, who had the same nervous but also assured smile he'd had when he first admitted he wanted to spend time with her regardless of practice schedules.
"I was gonna try a new cupcake recipe next weekend," he admitted to her more quietly. He pulled his hands out of his pockets for it. He had no need for even the light gloves she was wearing. She could see a plain leather cuff around his wrist. He looked cool with it on. "Would you wanna...come over?"
"And bake?" she blinked. She was extremely capable of consuming the results of baking. But that didn't mean she would be able to produce anything. "With you?"
"Yeah," he suggested lightly. "You could help me test it out."
Thena just stared at him, her mouth hanging open. She felt like an idiot, but she couldn't squeak out a single word. All she could think about was what it would be like to be with Gil, in his element, baking wit him, in his home.
And as much as skating for fun seemed like a hang out kind of activity, baking with him certainly seemed more in the 'date' realm.
"Thena!"
Her head was turned for too long and she hadn't realised she was drifting directly into the path of those trying to get on and off the ice. She tried to stop, but her picks were angled wrong, making her stumble.
"Whoa!"
Gil caught her before she could fall. And as much as she was happy not to tumble flat on her face - or behind - in front of him, she wasn't sure what to make of this, either.
Thena stared at him. His hand was on her back, having caught her waist in the bend of his elbow. She knew he was big, and she knew his arms were strong, but she could never have known how true those things were until now. And he was so warm. Even with his hoodie hanging open and just a t-shirt, she could feel his warmth radiating from him.
It went through his t-shirt like nothing. And her waist was now pulled right against his. Her light sweater felt like tissue paper. Her hands were grasping onto him through sheer reflex. One had a handful of his hoodie, then other had his shirt in its grips. She looked down. The bottom of it came up, revealing just a little of Gil's beautiful skin and the top of his jeans.
"Sorry!" Thena flailed to release him from her clutches. As if the near fall weren't mortifying enough, now she was pawing at him. If her face was warm before, it was positively on fire, now.
"That's okay," Gil said gently, not even a chuckle at her embarrassing display. "Are you? You're not hurt, are you?"
He was so sweet. It made her insides feel like she was in a perpetual axle spin, twirling and twirling and rushing with joy. And she could only hope she would stick the landing.
Gil let her smooth her own fluster. He stood stationary on the ice as she ran a hand over her hair, tugged at her skirt.
"Sorry," she repeated (needlessly).
"I don't mind," Gil said just as quietly. He was so sweet--so perfect.
She tapped her picks on the ice and looked up at the rink clock. She looked at him and forced a smile, "thanks."
"Do you wanna sit for a minute?" he asked, gesturing vaguely to the stands.
She looked at Gil. She could use the excuse not to look at him, collect her nerves. But she didn't want to only be nerves around him. She wanted to skate with him more, ask him more about hockey. And she wanted to learn how to make cupcakes from him.
"No."
Gil looked down at as she reached for his hand of her own volition. She had her gloves on and he didn't, but his touch was soft. Their eyes met and he blushed, "o-okay."
She started skating again, slowly, and he followed her naturally. Face aflame or not, she cleared her throat, determined to get their conversation out of the ditch. "Tell me about this new recipe we'll be making."
Gil's face lit up, and she had to look away again. But she kept his hand in hers as they resumed their looping. He pushed himself to be next to her, stride in stride, hand in hand. "Well, I found a recipe for a chocolate and vanilla swirl. I've never tried two flavours in one before, so I thought it might be cool."
They made the very best combination, Thena thought. She smiled at him, "so, what will we need for the recipe?"
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1. Side braids Moritz Sieder
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