#this is a hockey blog (he said. lying)

[puckpocketed]

been watching some of league worlds bc of your posts. thoughts have been, i understand nothing that's going on. fun anyway. what do you mean psg has an esports team

… what do uou mean psg exists outside of esports (googling them LORD in heaven they are an football….)

QUICK AND DIRTY PRIMER TYPED OUT ON MY PHONE (ASSIGNED READING)

5 minute video explaining the bare bones of the game. it is 8 years old and the map and some specifics have changed, but the core of the game remains the same.

7 minute video explaining world championships

The Worlds Song an animated music video released by Riot Games (maker of LoL) every year to commemorate Worlds. you might’ve heard about a kpop crossover or two in the past? anyways they bang. they always do. this year they collaborated with Linkin Park

worlds can be streamed for FREE on youtube. not region locked. broadcasts are all archived and later highlight videos will be published chopping up the big broadcast into game by game segments. failing that, there are MANY non-official accounts that archive the streams.

Schedule and embedded streams for people who hate youtube’s UI.

IMPORTANT (to ME)

Faker is a name you’ll start hearing a lot eventually. he’s our gretzky equivalent. he’s 27-28, he was plucked from the online competitive ladder and made into a god. he’s the final boss and the main character.

my hockey girlbestie Lucky (of cmd Curse of No Cup fame) is Faker’s biggest opp. she’s praying for his downfall every day ! i am fond of him but i support her <3

NA “Near Airport” is known as the fastest region to arrive at the Airport. Since they gave up on the LoL Worlds Championship, they are investing in Speedruns. In particular they are current worldrecord holders in Airport Any % and Airport no wins.

the casters are excellent. there are no true “homers” or overly biased casting. every caster is incredibly knowledgeable about the game, about the players and their narratives, and often they will just explain exactly what’s happening.

EVERY. GAME. IS THROWABLE!!!! team ahead? they can throw it away. other team may not be capable of a win, but they may throw.

if u have any questions. idk if i can answer them all but i can probably direct you to some resources !! <3

[crossbackpoke-check]

about to be sooo nosy so. my apologies. but. morgan frost? girlfriend? do share (or don’t! again this is so nosy i’m sorry)

for legal purposes i can neither confirm nor deny anything about morgan and his girlfriend but afaik i think he’s single right now? at one point (within the past four years 😭) he did for sure have a girlfriend and that is the extent of my wag knowledge

[rowdyluv]

summary: jack is fuming mad about the gossip blog’s post about y/n. he makes a trip to her public relations manager’s office to settle the issue.

word count: 1k

warnings: angry jack, profanity, use of y/n,

notes: sincerest apologies for the delay and that it’s so short. I don’t want to mix two topics into one part and shorten the series, still working through hurricane helene damages at my sisters and a lot of co workers were affected and haven’t been able to come in.

© property of quinnylouhughesx43 ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

Jack stormed into Ms. Castellanos' office, his usual bright blue eyes now a fiery mix of anger and desperation. He slammed his phone down on her desk, the screen displaying the latest headline from 'Pucking Gossip', a notorious bullshit gossip blog that had a knack for stirring drama in the lives of professional hockey players.

"You've got to be kidding me," he barked, his voice echoing off the eerily empty white walls. Castellanos kept her office appearance the way she typically came across, plain and empty. "What the hell is this? Did you even know this was out there? If not, what the hell are you doing all day? What are your employees doing? Get some smart computer person to it taken down. Find the person who wrote it, and get them to take it down. I don’t care just do it.”

Jack paced her office chewing the edge of his fingers, then his bottom lip, and back to his fingers. His motions flipped from anger, frustration, to worry for Y/n. Worry for if she had seen the lies someone had put out about her and now who knows how many people have seen it.

Ms. Castellanos took a moment to re-read the article again for the 100th time, her eyes narrowing with each line. When reading the article before she didn’t see much wrong with it. It was just another day for her in the office, another player’s problem becoming hers to clean up.

From a professional stand point she knew the stakes of the situation. Y/n had become a crucial part of Jack’s image rebranding, and any negative light on her could ruin everything they had worked so hard for. But, it was then she realized Y/n truly meant more to him than the agreement. She was skeptical of the best friends story he had spun out when suddenly she was the one taking the place of his fake girlfriend, but it’s clear now. But best friend doesn’t describe his feelings towards her in the slightest with the way he’s acting. She took a deep breath, her hands resting gently on the cold metal edge of her desk.

"Jack, I understand that this is upsetting, but we need to handle this strategically. We can't just go after the blogger or demand they take it down," Ms. Castellanos said calmly, her eyes never leaving the screen of the phone.

Jack's pacing grew more agitated, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "How is this strategic? They're tearing apart Y/n's reputation! She's not even met the girls yet." He jabbed a finger at the article, as if the digital ink could feel his fury.

Ms. Castellanos looked up from the screen, her expression shifting to one of understanding. "I know how much you care for her, Jack, and we will address this. But we can't let our emotions dictate our response. We need to control the narrative, not give them more ammo for their next article. You know all too well how quickly they will tear you apart.”

Jack stopped his pacing, his gaze locking onto hers. "But they're lying about her. She's not like that. She’s never been like that." His voice grew softer, the anger giving way to genuine concern for his friend's well-being.

Ms. Castellanos nodded, placing the phone aside. "I believe you, Jack. But we must be careful. We need to gather all the facts and build a counter-narrative that is both truthful and compelling." She paused, tapping her manicured nails on the desk. “One of the team’s charity galas is coming up. I will arrange for Amanda to interview you and Y/n on the red carpet. She will have specific questions to ask about why Y/n sits behind the bench versus why she doesn’t sit in the private box. I will arrange seating so that instead of your usual table with the singles, you’ll be with the couples. Giving her an opportunity to meet and chat. It is your responsibility to tell your teammates that none of this.” She waves her finger in a circle above the phone before sliding it across her desk. “Is true and that Y/n isn’t who it makes her out to be.”

Jack's fists unclenched slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "Okay," he agreed, though the skepticism was clear in his voice. "But what about the blog? What if they don't believe us?"

Castellanos steepled her fingers, her gaze sharp. "We'll have to be proactive. I'll draft a statement from both you and Y/n addressing the rumors. We'll release it before the gala so the media knows we're aware and in control of the story. We have taken multiple pictures of the two of you bumping fists or shaking hands before games or in between periods. We’ve caught you looking at her from the bench during timeouts too. We can spin a story out of it. In the statement release pre-gala we will be sure to include that the gala is the first time she will be meeting the entire team and their significant others as well. Clearing everything up, then Amanda will get personal statements in her interview.”

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with hope. He knew the PR world was a minefield, but he trusted Castellanos knew the terrain better than anyone. He finally sat down in the chair across from her desk, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his anxiety. The first genuine smile since he walked into her office graced his features. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I just need a moment to chill out."

Ms. Castellanos nodded in understanding, her own expression softening. "I'll get to work on the statement immediately. You go home and simply believe in me to get it taken care of.”

taglist: @luke-hughes43 @thedevilrisen

[letsyapthenightaway]

Can I yap about how being plus size has messed with my mind when it comes to someone talking with me especially online?

Still talking to that quinn look alike and yeah Im surprised he is still around but honeslty him being around still has made me so insecure? like I worry for the day I need to show him me because I know everyone imagines this pretty curvy girl instead of who I actually am.

He asked and I honestly panicked I'm not catfishing the dude but still. Like I preach plus-size positivity but I can't help it I feel so Insecure. I know that if it was in person I wouldn't feel this bad like I'm lying or being annoying It's insane. Honestly, I haven't been feeling myself the past couple months, always been plus size always will be but medical stuff and anxiety have messed me up big time.

I describe myself to him as much as I usually do online but not too much and honestly idk if I would feel better if I didn't know how he looked. I'm still paranoid that dude can be a catfish but that's always a given. Also he could be talking to many other girls I'd be surprised if I was actually the only one.

Literally while blogging he said that it is okay for him not to see me and that won't stop him from talking to me. But like still I'm scared for the day that I do and he just dips. We have had kinda deep convo's and he updates me about his day but I can't help but over think.

I wanna bounce back to my old self but it's honestly been hard. Writing about the hockey boys x plus size reader helps me feel a little better. Especially seeing how it also helps people feel better or that they just enjoy it.

Feel free to leave opinions, advice, or whatever I honestly need some other views.

[hockeygossip101]

Is the kd story about the sorority girl? Who claimed she wasn’t close with Ellie at all but then said she would take her to games and everyone in the whole house knew they had been forced into a scam of a relationship because Ellie’s mom wanted her daughter involved with hockey somehow.

Lol you can tell that persons lying by the first sentence. She claims she wasn’t close at all with Ellie but then claims she went to a lot of games with her...why would Ellie take someone she doesn’t even know to a game?

Also weren’t all of you obsessed with the fact Matt’s parents had to always buy Ellie’s tickets and he wasn’t leaving tickets for her anywhere. Then please explain how she was taking tons of sorority girls to games multiple times. Oh and without a single picture to back that up.

Because it’s a straight up lie 🤷‍♀️

What does KD stand for? I kind of remember that?

I think they were talking about this on another blog because I saw this somewhere else very recently. I saw something about her mom being a fan of another NHL team and that's why she wanted that for Ellie. That part seems quite twisted and it doesn't make sense. It seems like a long way to go to get your daughter involved in hockey which definitely makes me think that it's made up.

[seatostars]

I’m just gonna say it. Philly Twitter is a toxic dumpster fire and what I have learned in the last year is that Nolan Patrick lives rent free in the heads of every straight white man from Philadelphia. I’m not saying that dude doesn’t have flaws (see: disgusting opinions about sexual assault!) but like...accusing him of trying to tear down the Flyers via accusations of years of medical abuse because he sucks at hockey and they traded him? Bit of a stretch.

And OH MY GOD the Philly press are the worst of the lot. Honestly, I already couldn’t stand basically all of them - excepting Jamey and Charlie - but this shit is Extra. These men - and a few women running podcasts alongside those men! - need to get over the fact that a player hated them so much that he refused to give them any good sound bites for their blogs, and grow the fuck up. Like first of all, why are you wasting energy hating a kid? And secondly, he’s not even THERE anymore! MOVE. ON.

Then there’s the MISOGYNY. Oh, man says that he had a head injury and was illegally prescribed highly addictive opioids by his team while they his team brushed the whole thing under the rug and blamed him by saying it was a childhood migraine disorder and then is fucking trashed by said team and the entire press for a season before begging to be traded away and seemingly doing much better with another team? What a “pussy”. What a “whiny bitch”. What a “teenaged girl”. Jesus christ.

But don’t forget the ableism and complete disregard for people struggling with mental health. Not only was Patrick’s TBI “just headaches” and his struggle to recover and come back to the league an apparently personal failure of someone who is just “injury prone” and therefore somehow useless ... Oh, no! Let’s just fucking throw Robin Lehner under the bus and accuse him of lying by explaining away his behaviour as a manic episode or attention-seeking or a drug binge or an alcoholic rant. Let’s just ignore his own admitted history of opioid addiction - AS A RESULT OF LITERALLY THE VERY THING HE’S CALLING OUT - except for in the ways it benefits us: to call him a druggie that shouldn’t be allowed in the league! “Oh, poor Vegas. They’ll regret trading Flower now!” Disgusting disgusting disgusting.

I honestly don’t understand fanbases who double down on defending GIANT CORPORATIONS in the face of MOUNTAINS OF EVIDENCE over the very young adults they steal away and lock into ridiculous contracts that literally have them basically selling their bodies away to a profit-driven business that doesn’t give a single fuck about them as people.

Arizona.

Chicago.

Montreal.

Philadelphia.

[Insert next team here.]

Get these old money-grubbing men with their toxic masculinity out of the fucking league and protect the next generations of kids that end up on their rosters.

Wayne Simmonds was right. In the face of *gestures expansively* ALL. THIS. BULLSHIT. who would want their kid playing hockey?

ETA: I have struck out the part about NP being given drugs as it has been confirmed that journalist was basically lying for clicks and clout. However, the rest still stands. We DO have mountains of evidence of abuse and shady behaviour by these teams, even without Lehner saying anything. He could be lying through his teeth about everything and all the other examples would still continue to exist, as would the toxic mentality of the fan bases.

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

okay so i’ve been going crazy these past few days. all about cockles/jensmish and obsessively watching their panels or reading the transcripts BECAUSE. THEY ARE LOUD. LIKE. i saw some fancams on twt and i thought people were just exaggerating but noooooooooo!!!???? so, getting to the point. you said that how do we know that jensen is performing masculinity? because jared isn’t and THAT IS A BIG BRAIN MOMENT. ON POINT. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. a particular moment from gag reel that jumps out (which you’ve talked about) when jensen goes ‘cas, you are my baby daddy’ and misha goes, ‘i know i love you too’ and jensen goes, ‘i didn’t say i love you’ and misha goes, ‘i know you wanted to’ and jensen says, ‘i love you’ WHAT THE FUCK! that was NOT a joke. yes, people took it as a joke and had a good laugh BUT I HAVE WATCHED IT TOO MANY TIMES AND IT LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE BECAUSE IT WAS NOT A PERFORMANCE. THAT WAS JENSEN. THAT WAS MISHA. jensen has a had trouble with the pda and being all touch feely (the breakup theory) and he gradually grew into it, accepted it and misha was right there all along, never pushed it. it was like a deancas au but tbh, 99% of destiel is because of cockles and we all know it. i just. jensen has latched onto dean as an emotional support because he tunes with it. understands it. projects on to it. yeah, i just had to say it and get it off my chest. (and what about those poetry pages on instagram? alma? what is your opinion?) btw, you have a lovely blog and your analysis are right on target.

so there is a LOT i’m going to address here(how dare you bring up [gunshot] i HAVE to talk about it now) so again!!!! under a cut it goes but i hope you appreciate my rambles anon it seems like you do :,)

1. jared vs. jensen and performing masculinity. hell yeah man. jared and jensen are both just ‘guys from texas’ but they are still so vastly different. today i actually had a revelation that i’m pretty sure has to do with me being bi. and it’s that i have a group of straight friends(that i love dearly but they care too much about hockey and pitbull imo could not be me) and i have a group of queer friends(who are also batshit[affectionate]). and it’s like whichever group i hang out with a different side of me emerges? they’re both me, it’s just that certain aspects of who i am as a person only surface depending on who i am around. however, i will say i feel like i watch what i say around my straight friends more. i see that very clearly in jensen as well. around jared during panels and on set, he’s definitely putting on an air of machismo and engages in typical guy talk. i do think an element of it is performative, because he wants validation from jared that they’re still just two dudes from texas taking on the world together despite his sexual identity. does that make any sense??? i hope so. but when he’s with misha he is an entirely different person and his sense of humour becomes wildly different. the machismo fades away, he’s way less caught up in what people think about him, lets his guard down, etc. to go back to my original point which is how j2 are different in that regard....jared does not do this. he is a constant. he does not flip a switch between ‘performing masculinity’ and ‘not’ because he isn’t performing any part of who he is. he just IS. so yeah these two are similar in many regards but there’s somewhat of a dissonance between them when it comes to how they perform masculinity because one of them is putting on a show and the other is merely being.

2. that crypt scene blooper(here just in case you need to see it again. do it. as a treat.) when i tell you i have easily seen this over thirty times??? since it first came out??? i mean it. it is such an overlooked(r*mantic) moment and it means so much more than people think it does. i’ve talked about the context behind it, and i think that’s why this blooper was so meaningful, so i’ll mention it again. jensen and misha had a LOT of trouble with this scene. the reason is that jensen couldn’t wrap his head around why dean would be saying these things, if i remember correctly, and both of them sat down and scoured over how they should play it for a while before filming(teamwork ;) teammates *ahem*). [to be honest we all know why jensen had a hard time with that scene and it is because it is blatantly romantic. rip to him but i would simply give in to it at that point but oh well] so anyway, their heads were scattered going into shooting, which is NEVER a good headspace to be in for a scene, ESPECIALLY not a pivotal one. but they had each other to help them through said weird energy on set that couldn’t possibly have invoked the best feelings, especially considering jensen STILL doesn’t think he played that correctly(but he praised misha on his performance :,) ). and with that context every single part of that video hits haRD 

-’stop pulling my face towards your crotch’ i think this is objectively hilarious because it really really looks like jensen is pulling HIMSELF towards misha’s crotch. again, you’re fooling no one, jensen. misha’s wheezing laugh and the way he wraps himself around jensen is also,,,sweet??? like i don’t know how else to describe how i see it but this moment really reads as jensen, in his weird ‘constructing elaborate rituals’ way is asking for security through a physical touch from misha and he happily obliges and gives jensen what he needs. because i mean...watch it again. jensen ‘fights back’, but not really at all, actually. pretty wimpy counterattack. he literally lets himself be smothered by misha, and i would literally describe what they end up doing as cuddling. 

-’i need you, cas. you’re my baby daddy’ i love having an actor’s perspective on things bc i think i can explain what’s going on here. jensen just delivered what was(in his own mind) a rotten take of the lines he’s most scared of delivering. so the scene was already messed up. therefore; ensuing fuckery is warranted to help him feel better. but there’s also for sure more than meets the eye for what he says here because of misha’s reaction after??? like he seemed genuinely touched. first of all, he’s saying ‘you’re my baby daddy’ as half-jensen, but not necessarily dean either(because he didn’t say the previous lines as true to his character...you get it), to misha, not cas. i think i’ve made this point before, but every single innuendo in the gag reels is to misha specifically, never once cas. therefore; logical conclusion: ‘you’re my baby daddy’ was for misha and it meant something deeper than we think because of what follows it

-this part. jensen’s giddy ass smile after he sees misha crack and then misha says ‘yeah, i know’ (can i just say his voice when he says this is so intimate???? like am i intruding guys??? sorry i’ll let myself out) also he is smiling SO BIG

- ‘i know’ ‘why are you laughing?’ ‘no i know i love you too’ this analysis is already so long but i still want to get into what THAT whole exchange means. ‘why are you laughing?’ to me sounds like jensen’s pretending to be affronted by misha laughing at something that is serious. and it’s serious because he quite literally meant ‘i love you’. he did. misha knows it. misha’s really REALLY good at cutting the bs and just getting to what people are actually trying to say. he has an innate sharpness to his sense of humour. so yes, misha is being 100% accurate when he says ‘i know, but you wanted to say it.’ misha isn’t lying here. jensen did want and mean to say ‘i love you’. and then he actually does say it(in a jokey way but not really). 

- so yeah. it is actually so romantic??? like in a weird way jensen was professing his love for misha here?????? and that’s why this clip will NEVER. ever. get old. 

3. jensen having trouble with pda and projecting onto dean: we can all call ourselves dean coded cas girls but NO one deserves that title more than jensen ackles himself. he is dean winchester but marginally less repressed because he actually did admit he was in love with his best friend and let himself be happy, and pretty early on too. one year and two months as opposed to twelve years. so. happy deancas au is correct. and yes about the pda thing: one day i want to write my own post about both of their body language when it comes to each other, but all i can tell is jensen, even in the early days, couldn’t help himself from flirting with misha, but if misha ever crossed a line, jensen would not be happy. clearly he’s come around, however. what i find sweet is that misha always follows jensen’s lead when it comes to how much affection they’re allowed to show each other onstage. it touches my soul

4. destiel is cockles fault. yeah. and the thing is everyone knows it, too. even non-cockles shippers will explain early destiel as entirely dependant on jensen and misha’s wild chemistry. and that chemistry is easily explained by the fact that misha and jensen are literally just wildly horny bisexuals who were crazily attracted to one another and were falling in love on screen before our very eyes. and when you have THAT insider info(which sounds cray doesn’t it!!!! the destiel actors are in love irl??? huh???) everything really does click into place. why destiel got SO popular when the show and actors never ever intended for it to happen.(i know some people think misha was playing cas as gay the whole time for shits and giggles, and i won’t deny that[especially considering he found out early on that destiel was why he was staying on the show], but i don’t think he really wanted it to amount to anything, nor did he care??? i mean he has the real thing with jensen, for one, so their characters aren’t really as important. for two, he loves joking about destiel because it’s a cultural phenomenon and it’s fascinating, and i’m sure he did ship it because he’s unhinged, but i don’t think it was vastly important to him either way.) destiel got popular because everyone was and is unintentionally reading into the real deal. i could pull up countless gifs that people have used as destiel proof that is actually just jensen and misha being messy. mainly jensen. if i’m being honest.  the symbiotic relationship between destiel and cockles is why i’ve stayed onboard the destielcule and shellerscape for three solid months now; because it is utterly fascinating to witness and kind of super beautiful, too. 

5. alma(and others). so. i do NOT want to really REALLY get into this in its entirety here and now so i will just give you my opinion on if i think alma is misha or not. also; i don’t want to mention the other poetry accounts here bc i feel like that’s a bigger breach in privacy, but a lot of people do know about alma now. way too many, actually. this is why we can’t have nice things. anyway-to answer your question-there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that yes, misha is running that alma poetry account. i am 100% certain. some people think it’s actually three people and they’re all connected to misha in some way but that is so needlessly complicated. as it goes in psychology; the easiest explanation is probably the right one. it’s just one person running that account, and it is misha collins. i don’t know why it’s so hard to believe KNOWN POET misha collins(who is known to spend most of his free time writing poetry anyway) would have created a secret poetry account to write about his intense secret relationship under an alias and also get legitimate feedback since no one used to know it was him. oh and the handwriting is identical??? you are blind if you do not see that i am sorry. and a million other things prove it’s misha too but yeah all you need to know is yes. it’s him. it would take a literal livestream from a random woman on that account to convince me otherwise. and honestly not even that because a random woman could technically still log in if misha asked her too. so. it would take a hell of a lot to convince me otherwise, clearly. that said DO NOTTTTTTTTTTTT GO ONTO THAT ACCOUNT WITH A SUPERNATURAL RELATED USERNAME AND COMMENT THINGS THAT ARE COCKLES RELATED. ARE YOU BRAIN DEAD WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT’S OKAY. sorry i got heated but god please just don’t be dumb so many people have already gone way too far 

6. thank you for your lovely compliment on my analyses!!! i love doing them but i don’t know if people actually like reading them so i really appreciate it

[puckpocketed]

hi!!! i saw ur post abt sam dickinson when he got drafted and then a few abt jacob fowler and as a newly indoctrinated sharks fan, i was like oh!!! so i just wanted to stick my head in and say hi!

hhii.....i just want to say we do NOT do refunds around here . no takebacks. any psychological damage suffered is something you consented to on the waiver. ok? ok. welcome <3

i must stress i am new here and stumbling around blind in the dark . this blog is not your sharks blog source. i think ill just link my favourite sharks blogs - in no particular order!!! (there are also blogs not mentioned here because they're some of these peoples mains/alts, i honestly just didnt wanna make this 2000 words long, so sorry if i missed u, i am thinking of u fondly!!)

@neonfretra <- ok i said no order but im lying about this one . my beloved colleague in sharks academia. we are half reblogs of each other during lbs so . deepest apologies for that. come to puckpocketed and see neonfretra2: the sqeakuel. neonfretra makes very cool art (said like a completely regular person with all my hinges attached !) <3

@oensible <- they are equal first in my heart my other beloved colleague and literally the very first sharks lb'er i ever interacted with. made the space silly and warm and ough <3 not super active atm but very very occasionally drops banger art + gifs + shows up in lbs and i cherish every SECOND !

@pacific-coast-hockey <- u will learn very quickly that being a sharks fan means also having brain worms about the sj barracuda. unavoidable disease SORRY!!! we love our silly ahl team. this is your cuda source!

@18minutemajor <- wall to wall bangers . art. art. beer league stories if u like those. more cuda content. like i cannot stress to u enough about the cuda part of Sharkudablr . also posts sheng pengs deranged editorials sometimes <3

@matthewmaticallyeliminated <- sharks media poster. + sometimes photos u wont find on other socials !! really, really good at screencapping games. 10/10 great taste in caps, bangers all the time.

@tofumilanesa <- skating blog, sometimes scholarship, and sharks shitposter. been here a long time. wekky source (to ME) . every time we talk im scared ill embarrass myself <3

@knitpurlgoal <- sharksposting!! also textile arts. also been around a lot longer than me :) honestly everyones been around longer LMAO !!sometimes sends me pager alerts like im due for surgery when theres big news.

[holtbys-left-eyebrow]

alright no one asked me but like. i keep reading about the caps’ situation and i’m very frustrated on multiple fronts.

tl;dr - breaking rules warrents punishment, but the rules are inconsistent and make no sense

the most obvious: i’m pissed we’re playing hockey right now. yes, i will still blog, i will enjoy it because i love this sport. but that doesn’t mean i love what’s going on. we’re still in a vastly unchecked pandemic. team sports shouldn��t be happening.

on one hand: the players are aware of the rules set forth by the NHL. knowingly breaking them is, well a punishment is warrented. i’m incredibly frustrated with kuzy and sammy in particular, given poor judgement on their parts in the past, they should know they’re under heavier scrutiny. and ovi and dima are meant to be leaders, examples.

on the other hand: these rules are inconsistent as fuck. these guys can spend hours on the ice, breathing on each other, they can spend hours on planes, but they can’t hang out in a hotel room, one of the few scenarios in which they can actually distance? and if lav wasn’t lying to protect the players, he said it wasn’t a player that tested positive, which leaves staff. i understand the players being quarantined for contact tracing, but it seems really weird to absolutely rail these four guys for “breaking the rules” when the positive test wasn’t from them (yes i know someone can have covid and be asymptomatic, but if that were the case, other guys on the team would be showing symptoms too).

also? what’s up with dallas? the team with like 17 positive tests? no fines, and they’re still allowing fans into the arena once they start playing? if you’re going to punish teams, punish them equally.

anyways i’m done being pissy now. hope the russians enjoy quarantine. hopefully no one gets seriously ill bc of this.

[tales-and-thoughts]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged on my main blog by @zmlorenz , thank you very much, this is a fun tag game! :3 The words she gave me to find are  puzzle, thick, tonight, and rumble.

I’ll be taking the first two from my current fic Dancing On The Edge.

And the second two from my long fic One More Miracle - Don’t be Dead.

PUZZLE

The last time something had enthralled him like this, he and Bucky had been at Madison Square Garden attending a game of the New York Rangers. Rookie Sam Wilson had scored the crucial goal in the last minute, thus winning the game for their team. But that had been a completely different atmosphere. The heated emotions in the stadium as they had experienced a historic moment in Rangers history first hand had been nothing compared to the mesmerising performance Steve had just witnessed. It puzzled him that figure skating, a sport he had never really noticed, suddenly exerted more fascination on him than the sport he considered his passion and had been following since he was a little boy. And at the same time, he couldn't help wanting to see more.

THICK

"You know what, I've changed my mind. I don't appreciate the offer. I don't know what's going on in your head, but let me tell you this: You're not a figure skater! You're a hockey player. And you should stay one if you know what's good for you.” Steve stared at him and Tony continued, “There are three things you can recognise hockey players by from three miles off, do you know what they are?" Steve shook his head in perplexity "Broad shoulders, thick calves and an annoying bunch of testosterone filled friends. The latter is standing there at the door watching us and I'm not going to let you humiliate me in front of your hockey pals. Are we clear?"

TONIGHT

"When you said he doesn't look good, I didn't imagine... this" Fury said to Steve, sounding both interested and disgusted. He leaned over the cryocapsule and examined Tony's disfigured right side. "And this coming from someone running around like a cheap pirate with an eye patch," Tony protested unheard. "I know myself that I look like shit, thanks. Can we talk about something else now?" Bruce raised his own arm, scarred by the Infinity stones. "I can try to get the damaged tissue to regenerate. I just need a lab and some time." "Finally, someone who presents solutions instead of complaining. Well done, Dr Banner, you're getting extra rations tonight" Tony commented. Shuri nodded at Bruce. "I'm sure we can find a place where you can do your research." "But first we have to make sure that we get the stones out of here. Apart from the fact that I promised the Sorceress Supreme in 2012's New York, I am also uncomfortable with the thought that all six are here together in one place." Bruce continued. "He has a point," Tony said. "I'd hate to have another big slimy alien here. They'd probably cut off my hand this time just to get to the stones."

RUMBLE

A movement to his right made Tony turn his head. The fact that he finally got answers to his questions had made him forget that Steve was still in the room. For the last few minutes he had been tensely sitting in his chair, following Strange's instructions, but the situation gradually seemed to worry him. He stood up and walked slowly towards Strange's body, that was still lying motionless in the armchair. Strange, who was sitting opposite Tony, muttered an annoyed grumble and made a quick hand movement in Tony's direction. Tony flinched back and for a moment he had the feeling of an invisible pressure wave rolling over him. But in the next moment it was gone again.

"I did tell him to stay seated" Strange mumbled and looked unnerved at Steve. "You don't seem to have much experience with Steve Rogers," Tony said, grinning knowingly. "Firstly, he has this people-saving thing which is why he always wants to help everyone and secondly, he's really not good at following orders. He just gives them." "Well, you have that in common."

I know, I cheated on the last one, but I could not find anything else :D

I tag @odysseyofnebulae , @corsets-and-cardigans , @pens-swords-stuff and @moononherwings and challenge you to find the words confident, honour, book and sun in your works :)

[honeybearloco]

— “...Grounded Forever.” (M)

title → “...grounded forever.” (m)

pairing → hyoeun x female reader.

synopsis → pt.2 of i know, (x)

word count → 2.8k.

warnings → SMUT !! just fingering

a/n → i honestly feel so much better. like genuinely, it feels really good to be back. i’m not semi back, IM BACK 100% this blog is my number one priority again just like it was when i first started it back !! i miss writing for this blog. i got three hyoeun so i decided to mixed them all into one.

“Hyoeun! You’re back!” You sprung up from your chair, running toward the door, jumping into the arms of Hyoeun. He let out a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your frame.

Your brother rolled his eyes, setting down his backpack across the room, “I’m back too!”

“Shut up, no one cares,” You teased. Hyoeun unraveled his arms around you, setting down his backpack on the sofa, “Sorry the tour lasted longer than we thought. It’s so good to be back. But of course, I got you a little something.”

He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a polaroid camera. You let out a small gasp, “You didn’t.”

“I saw it in a shop window and I couldn’t help but think about you, so I got it for you,” He explained, placing the camera in your hands, “(Brother’s Name) told me not to get it for you but I couldn’t help it. I hope you like it.”

“Hyoeun, I love it! Thank you so much! This will make studying abroad better! I’m going to go put it in my room. I’ll be right back and then we can talk about the tour.” You rushed to your room, placing the camera down.

Hyoeun’s eyes landed on your brother who stood in the kitchen with a glare, “You know, I’m getting really tired of this crush you have on Y/N.”

“Hey, shut up. She might hear you,” Hyoeun whispered violently.

Your brother rolled his eyes, grabbing a bottle of water as well as an apple, “You should tell her soon. She’ll be heading off to the states to study in a few days. And then it’ll be months before we get to see her again. You better confess now or she’ll find a man in the states.”

“She wouldn’t do that, right?”

“We don’t know for sure. Life happens.”

It was pretty obvious that Hyoeun had a thing for you. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. He blew it off, believing he just felt bad for you. Just a few months ago, your highschool sweetheart dumped you over text and he was there for you throughout the whole thing. You don’t know where you would be without him.

Hyoeun had always seen you as a little girl, but after that, he began to see you for the woman you had become. The strong, independent woman who didn’t need anyone. Miss Independent was what he had called you.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in more than a friendly way.

“Thanks, B/N, that’s totally what I wanted to hear.”

You made yourself known, almost skipping into the room, “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” B/N lied, taking a gulp of his water and heading to his room down the hall. You looked to Hyoeun, “What was that about?”

“Nothing. He’s just being a dumbass. Hey, you wanna get out of here and do something. I’ve been cooped up all day getting here. Let’s go out and do something.”

“Okay! Just let me change!”

“No time for that. You look fine, let’s go, Y/N,” He reached out, taking your hand into his, pulling you out of your shared apartment with your brother. You let out a small yelp, following him nevertheless, not thinking twice.

You and Hyoeun spent several hours out on the town, doing the same old shit the two of you love to do. Go to the cinema and make fun of chick flicks, whoop his ass at air hockey at the arcade, eat street food until you were tired. And you sure did eat a lot. 

He was paying.

But you ate a little too much, upsetting your stomach. Your upset stomach growled back at you, making you whine as pain settled in. You placed your head on Hyoeun’s shoulder, “My tummy hurts.”

“That’s because you ate so much so fast. I told you to slow down but you didn’t listen to me,” He teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, “And on top of that, you downed it all with soju. B/N would kill me if he found out I let you have soju.”

“I’m a big girl~!” You responded, a hmph leaving your lips, making Hyoeun smile, “Sure you are, Y/N. You’re the biggest best girl there ever was. But you’re not a woman because women don’t refer to their stomach as tummies.”

You nodded your head in protest, “This little woman does~!”

“You’re so cute,” He said softly, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but of course you had. You may have been a bit tipsy but that didn’t mean your senses weren’t working.

“Thank you,” You hiccuped.

“Alright, Little Woman. Let’s get you home.”

Some time along the way, you found yourself riding his back on the way back to your apartment. As you arrived, you noticed your brother’s car missing, “He probably went go see his girlfriend or something.”

“I was hoping he would be here to tuck you into bed,” Hyoeun admitted. 

You rested your chin on the top of his head, “You can’t tuck me into bed?”

“I’m not even allowed in your room, Y/N,” Hyoeun mentioned. 

“Yeah, when B/N’s here. But he’s not. You can chill in my room now though.”

“I don’t know,” He added. 

“It’s fine. Don’t be a pussy.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll tuck you into bed. But you have to promise you’ll go to bed.”

“I promise.”

And that was a lie. As soon as you walked into your room, you felt ten times better, making Hyoeun sit on the edge of your bed as you walked across your room, showing him things you picked up, collected and took pictures of while he was on tour.

“You did all this while I was on tour?” He questioned. 

“Yeah. You were gone for a while. And I didn’t have a friend to talk to. I even got a tattoo. Wanna see?” 

“You got a tattoo?!”

You nodded, taking off your jacket to reveal a white tank top. You walked closer to him, showing the tattoo on your shoulder, “Some of it is covered.” You took off one of the straps to allow him to see the full tattoo. His eyes widened by your action. He gulped deeply trying to focus on your tattoo, removing any other thoughts out of his head.

The tattoo was of a rose and a crescent moon. Upon noticing your tattoo, he noticed a deep purple bruise just next to it, that looked as if it was formed just a few days prior, “Y/N, what’s that?”

“My tattoo?”

“No, what’s next to it.”

You looked down at your shoulder noticing the medium-sized bruise, “Oh it’s a bruise. I got it a couple of days ago. I think I um...I um...I ran into the door and hit shoulder first.”

“You’re lying to me. Where did you get that bruise? And if you tell me another lie so help me god, Y/N!”

Your head fell below your shoulders, unable to look him in the eyes.

“He came over to get me back.”

Hyoeun had already known who he was, “He put his hands on you?!”

“He grabbed my shoulder when I tried to walk away from him. I don’t think he meant it so I didn’t say anything. But hey, it’s okay. He’s gone and he’s never coming back. Hyoeun, I’m okay now. Hey, look at me.” You quickly picked your head up, placing both of your hands on either side of his face, making him look to you. 

You could see the anger expression in his eyes, almost angry enough to kill.

“He still put his hands on you and for that I’m going to kill him!”

You shook your head at him, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit him down, “Please don’t. Don’t do anything stupid! I know how you get, you’ll get all riled up and you won’t stop until there’s blood. You can’t go to jail! I won’t get to see you everyday when I leave to study abroad. And if you’re in jail how will I get to tell you how I feel?”

“How...how you feel?” He repeated, earning a nod from you. “I love you Hyoeun. I really do. And I know you don’t feel the same about me. I know I’m just your best friend’s baby sister and I but I―”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He interrupted.

“You...do?”

“I have since your break up. I know it was wrong of me to have these feelings for you. For one, you’re B/N’s baby sister and two, you were going through a hard time. I didn’t want to somewhat manipulate you into loving me,” He added.

“You know, this isn’t how I pictured confessing to you. I always thought it would be the day I leave. You’d chase me down in the airport, confess and then tell me you love me and then we’d kiss.”

He let out a laugh, “And then cue the 360 spinning camera. I’m sorry our confessions weren’t like a drama.”

“It’s okay, I think I like this much better,” You giggled.

He wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You felt your face get hot. You could feel his breath on your face. You had never been so close, “Hyoeun...”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please...I mean yes,” You corrected yourself, nervously. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You felt your body explode, butterflies had turned into large birds, their wings flapping roughly in your stomach.

You had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. You deepened the kiss, lightly pushing Hyoeun back onto your bed.

With your lips still attached, he flipped you over, allowing himself on top. He pulled away from your lips, opening his eyes staring down at your frame. Your eyes shot open, your eyes looking into his roaming eyes. You felt nervous under her eyes.

You closed your legs tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Hyoeun looked into your eyes, “Y/N, I...I can’t. B/N will kill me.”

“Hyoeun, I’m an adult. B/N can’t control me anymore. And you shouldn’t let him control you either. We’re both adults here and I’m giving you permission, that should be the only permission you should need tonight. No one else’s.”

You sat up slightly, wanting to press your lips on his again only for him to push you back down. As your back hit the cold duvet on your bed, chills went down your spine as you gulp.

“Can I take care of you tonight?”

“But what if I want to take care of you too?”

He leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss onto the bruise on your shoulder, lightly. You closed your eyes, taking in his touch. 

“Taking care of you tonight will be enough for me. I want to show you that I really do love you and I want you to feel every inch of my love,” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a trail of sweet, passionate kisses from your bruised shoulder up to your neck.

You simply nodded your head, leaning your head to the side to allow him more access. You feel your heart race, the sound thumping sounding throughout your body. You were sure he could hear it too, as you felt him smirk against your neck.

You reached up to his shirt, tugging lightly. 

“Do you want me to take it off,” He questioned, his face still in your neck.

“Yes, please,” You answered. He removed himself from you, sitting up. He slipped his shirt off, allowing it to fall on the floor, “Don’t drool now.”

“Shut it,” You giggled, sitting up and removing your shirt and bra with ease, allowing them to fall onto the floor next to Hyoeun’s shirt, his eyes falling onto your chest.

“Hey! Don’t stare,” You blushed, covering your chest with your arms. “Hey, don’t cover your chest now. Don’t get all shy and cute. Lay down for me again.”

You did as he said, your nipples hardening. He kissed down your neck. He left hickeys and marks along the way down your chest, marking you as his. A small sigh left your lips as he continued to leave marks where no one but the two of you could see them.

Feeling accomplished, he continued to move his lips down, inching ever so slowly to your warmth.

And that’s when you had heard the front door slam shut, followed by a call of your name, “Y/N! Did you make it home yet?! Hyoeun didn’t answer his phone and I wanted to make sure you made it home!”

Your eyes shot open as you quickly jumped up, rushing toward your room door and locking it. “Y-Yeah I’m fine. I made it back a couple of hours ago! Maybe...maybe Hyoeun went to sleep or something. He sure was tired when he dropped me off,” You lied, your eyes looking back to the sin-filled eyes of Hyoeun, approaching you slowly yet seductively. 

You could already see the devilishly look in his eyes. You shook your head at him. He gently pushed you against the door.

“Hyoeun, B/N is home. Don’t try anything,” You violently whispered to him, a smirk forming on his face, “Just don’t be too loud and we have nothing to worry about. You gonna be a good girl for me? Huh?”

“Hyoeun...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, did you say something?” You heard your brother’s voice once more.

“N-N-No! I was just...talking to myself. Just a bit sleep deprived and I’m talking how stressed I’ll probably be studying in the states,” You rambled, going on and on to distract yourself and trying your hardest to make your brother believe you. 

As you rambled, Hyoeun dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling down your shorts and panties. He placed soft kisses on either of your thighs before giving your warmth a deep, long lick, interrupting you midsentence. You let out a loud gasp followed by a loud curse. Hyoeun grinned at your reaction. 

“Y/N? You okay?! Is everything okay?!” B/N asked in a panic. 

“Y-Yeah. Everything is fine. I just dropped something on the carpet. I’ll clean it.”

“You’re acting weird. Are you sure you’re okay?!”

“I-I’m fine, Y/N.”

Hyoeun wrapped his arms around your legs, making sure to hold them in place as he latched onto your clit. Your body jolted slightly, soft mewls leaving your lips. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth closing your eyes tightly to keep from moaning. Hyoeun allowed his tongue to twirl around your clit before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. 

You uncovered your mouth, trying to keep your voice to a whisper, but your heavy breathing making it hard, “Fuck you’re so good at this. I wonder how many times you’ve done this. Is this your first time finding the clit?” You joked.

He removed himself, unraveling one of his hands to land a hard smack directly to your clit, making you let out a loud yelp followed by a whine. 

“You just wanna get caught huh?” He smirked.

“What the fuck was that?!” B/N questioned, his voice now on the other side of the door, frightening you.

“It...I was just watching a trailer for a new horror movie coming out soon. We...We....ah...we should go watch a movie soon or something before I go to the states to...ah...study,” You pant out during moans, making B/N scratch the back of his head, as he listened closely. Perhaps too close.

He could make out soft pants and shallow moans. He couldn’t believe it, “Y/N, are you...watching porn?”

“W-What? No! I...” You trailed off trying to defend yourself from the ultimate embarrassment, only for Hyoeun to slap your thigh this time. “Y-Yes. I am. I...I’m an adult and I can watch whatever I wanna...w-watch and I won’t be judged...by you! You...you....fuck...you have Playboy magazines that you fap all day to! Let me watch a...damn porno!”

B/N stood in utter shock and embarrassment for what felt like forever, Hyoeun managing to slip two fingers deep into your warmth, making you arch your back.

“I’m...gonna go to sleep. You...you have fun,” B/N finally chimed, heading to his room and shutting the door behind him. All he wanted was to forget those words even came out of your mouth, but he knew it would be forever engraved in his mind. 

Hyoeun fingered you at a rapid pace, already feeling you clenching around his fingers. Your legs were beginning to shake as your small bundle of nerves couldn’t hold in all of the pressure anymore.

You let go, one hand onto the doorknob, the other clawing at the door. Hyoeun continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he could, a small giggle leaving his lips, “Sorry for embarrassing you.”

“Hyoeun, I told him I was watching pornos. After this, I’m grounded forever.”

[siren1song]

In Which Jo Loves Content Creators

I’m in a mushy mood. This means it’s time to snipe people with my love for their work and affection for them as people. (People I don’t know that well/talk to regularly won’t be as personal as people as I’ve made good friends with! All to avoid making anyone uncomfortable <3)

I’m going to start with @sleepless-in-starbucks, because of course I’m starting with Lia. I know I’ve made a literal collaboration post with Max about how much I love them and their work, but Also how can I not mention once again how sweet and funny they are? I vowed that one day, I would rick roll them, they don’t believe I can, but I will, one day. Also they’re really good at comforting people??? And let me scream about some of my favorite fics/tropes to them. I also really enjoy talking to them about stuff I’m working. Listen. Lia is great, okay?

Speaking of @max-is-tired did you know they’re an incredibly sweet datemate who’s super considerate and easy to talk to and gosh I love them a whole lot? Not to mention their writing and ideas are phenomenal!!!! Max is so big brained!!!!! I will never stop expressing my love for them ever.

Oh, oh, oh!!!! @thechildoflightning is also really super sweet!! I became a huge fan of their writing through their daemon prinxiety au!! And my love of their work just kept expanding as I read the jksf verse they’ve worked so hard on! Their research is expansive!! And did you know they’re really cute when they info dump? I asked them to tell me about the bird facts the other day because I wanted to hear their info dumping and it was really cool information!!! I learned a lot about a really cool bird!!

(This is going to get long... time for a cut!)

Another segue! You know who else I’ve learned a lot from? @lilfellasblog who is so cool? And kind???? And smart? Sometimes, I’ll ask them questions in a joking way and then I’ll end up learning something and wow! That’s so cool! And they don’t mind simplifying things for me when I ask! And their fic, Healing Broken Wings? An actual masterpiece, though if you check it out I recommend reading tags thoroughly. And if you have questions about a tag, ask them! They’re so willing to elaborate to make sure you’re able to stay safe!!! They care more about your safety than your readership!!!!! And that’s so awesome! I love Lil so much! A great friend and an amazing writer!

A friend I don’t really talk to nearly as much as the others but who I still care about a whole lot is @illogicallyinclined. They say they can’t write, but bullet fics are a Valid Form of Writing, and also their art? Stunning? They’re the reason I started appreciating Logan a whole lot more than I used to, and their hockey au  is really good (and Jam Packed with Logan Angst if you’re into that.) They’re also hilarious to talk to. I have chatted about Virgil and Logan being huge ass meme’s with them on multiple occasions.

Someone I’ve only recently started talking to is @sign-from-god-complex who’s actually really cool? I was talking to him about my love for fandom content creators before I decided to make this post and of course I had to include him? I’m literally going to be bingeing his writing as soon as I finish this Love and Appreciation post because it’s amazing! I can’t believe I haven’t read more of his work before! A travesty, honestly!!! And oh my God his music is good? Literally the whole reason I joined his server and started talking to Lo in the first place was because he was really nice when I asked him how downloading music worked because I’ve only ever done that onto an MP3 (I know, I’m old) and even then I had to have help because I’m not adept with technology. A great singer and writer!

Now for people I’ve never talked to personally but really want to show my appreciation for... Goodness, there’s so many?

I’m gonna start this section with @princeanxious who’s writing, art, and ideas in general are amazing? Have you seen his coma au? Heart wrenching. His Lost Guardian au? Beautiful world building! His punk lo/pastel dee au? Adorable oh my goodness I can’t get enough!! I tried to talk to him once, but I kind of got scared I was bothering him, but he seems really nice!!!!

Did I mention soulmate au’s earlier? I did. You know who writes really cool and great soulmate aus? @not-so-innocent-bi-sander and MAN is their writing great! Have you read their vampire soulmate au? That was so cute??? I loved Logan’s internal conflict with changing Patton and Roman, gosh? And they have such interesting au ideas too? Like I have actually never heard the concept of Lockets before, and it was such a fascinating idea for a soulmate au? I mean, obviously they have other fics that aren’t soulmate aus, like their prinxiety fic Overcoming a Legacy? Stunning, I am pretty sure I stayed up really late reading that one.

Speaking of fics that made me stay up late (so many segue’s) @impatentpending ‘s fic Powerless had me up from 5:30 pm when I started reading it to 2:30 am when Max finally woke up and distracted me long enough to make me shower and go to bed cause I had work in the morning. Do I regret it? No. Powerless is a stunning fic with an amazing concept. I can’t tell you how excited I was to read a fic where Virgil willingly took on a villain role to protect his loved ones. And also I’m going to physically fight Missy, she can catch these hands. I can’t really give much else on the rest of her fics, because I tend to avoid anything that might not end happy (I’m five chapters away from finishing Powerless, and I’m only just now getting skeptical they might not get their happy ending so count me scared) but I have no doubt everything she’s written is just as good, if not better since this fic was finished in 2018? Wow.

Another fic that had me up super late was @lovelylogans gilmore girls au where you lead, i will follow. Don’t be fooled by the eleven chapters, that fic is over 100k words but God is it so worth it to read every single one. You don’t even need to be familiar with the show the au is based on, it’s amazing either way. The characters, the plot, the romance, all absolutely stunning. I will personally fight Patton’s mom. And the rest of her fics! Wow!!! Stunning, amazing, wonderful, beautiful, I’m running out of adjectives. I loved their princess bride bullet fic a whole lot, that was fun.

If you ever see me gushing about mermaid aus, please know that @voidsides au is Probably my favorite take on it. The prinxiety! The sassy virgil!!! The Logan being so done with Roman’s shit. Literally the one comic with Logan interaction I could practically see “Roman I swear to god if you don’t stop flirting with the fish I’m going to push you into the water” in his words. He didn’t say it, but man he was definitely thinking it.

Oh man, I can’t forget to mention the person who got me into g/t-slash-borrower sides @infinimay cause his content? Amazing, really. I found him when someone I follow reblogged one of his halloween fics and I fell in love and proceeded to binge the rest of their writing. Amazing, really. I really love the giant hermit virgil and hiker logan ones a lot. There’s more that I definitely love a whole lot as well, but I can’t currently match content with titles right now and if I go through I’ll get caught up and forget to come back to this post, but just know I love

Another giant/tiny writer I really love who I fell in love because of his amazingly written alien au- @delimeful WIBAR is currently one of my fic obsessions and I might reread it soon because it’s so good? I love the world building and how he’s written the characters so much. The rest of his work is Also Great? The fic where Virgil turns into a dragon when stressed? Amazing I can’t wait for it to continue.

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors You got me so in love with laoft I think about it often. Scary Virgil?? Changeling Logan???? Witch Roman???? Gifted Patton????? I want to cry I love them so much. And God, May! May Gage is a disaster of a woman but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I just. I love this au so much and it’s gotten me to love fae lore so much like I used to. I want to reread this au now, crap. Wait I need to read Lo’s stuff first. Double crap.

Oh man. speaking of writer’s who keep bringing up fae and reminding me how much I love them, @lefaystrent I hope you know your parental shenanigans on my dash bring me life. I didn’t know carbonated milk existed until last night. Kind of wish I was still ignorant on that particular topic. Either way, your fae virgil fic? Amazing. I got so super excited every time I saw an update, and that epilogue? A beautiful ending, if you ask me.

@stillebesat I start screaming in excitement, reading your Interview fic. When I found it, I became so in love with the fic I had a really hard time reading anything else and I frequently checked your blog looking for an update. I am so in love with it, and honestly there’s lots of questions I have about it but if I ask all of them this post will be even LONGER and it’s so massive already.

@today-only-happens-once You’re writing is amazing. So many of your fics are so stunning?? I fell in love reading The Only Exception. Still need to go through your masterlist thoroughly, but man everything I’ve read from you so far is so well written and takes my entire heart.

This post wouldn’t be complete without @notalwaysthevillian who actually got me to start shipping Logince with her fic Shattering Stereotypes. And then there’s of course her tangled prinxiety au??? Which I actually really gotta finish but what I’ve read of it? Amazing. 

Oh crap. If void has my favorite artistic mermaid au, @teacupfulofstarshine has my favorite written au. LDAD is a stunning fic and I would die for it. And also her recent atla au fic? I was screaming over it. Also also her moxiety dad au series she did for halloween had my entire heart. Every installment of that series had me so incredibly soft I probably could have cried.

And finally, @randomslasher I really love your writing. Your fic, Starved was one of the first I read in the fandom and I adored every single word. I haven’t actually had the chance to really sit down and binge any of your work that I could find, but I plan on fixing that soon. It’s also?? Really nice to see an older fander! As someone in their twenties and constantly seeing how young everyone is, it’s comforting knowing I’m not the only one!

That’s everyone I wasn’t scared of bothering! Everyone who I wanted to shower in my love for their work (and affection for the people I talk to!) This isn’t really in any particular order, beyond me separating the people I talk to from the people I don’t. This post is massive, but I hope everyone enjoys my appreciation for their content!

[imadeoutwithmikeywayonwarpedtour]

i'm just gonna make a post about this directly because apparently people don't think i can read because i'm 17 (calling me a kid is super condescending btw)

ever since i uploaded that austin watson post i've been getting. vagues written about me (specifically by one person who i'm not going to name because i honestly don't care) saying that i "don't care about abuse victims," and that i said "alcoholism causes abuse". please direct me where in the post i said that. acknowledging that watson is an alcoholic is not me saying that because he's a drunk, he's abusive. i was trying to make a point that because jenn specifically is an alcoholic, people shouldn't be taking away her autonomy to speak on the event in which she is the victim. i'd think that people would put her word above all others because she's the victim in the situation. once again. choosing to disregard the blatant statements that this woman has made in favour of your narrative is misogynistic. it's taking away this woman's voice. you don't get to decide for her whether or not she's lying based off of your own experiences or statistics.

saying that i don't care about abuse victims and that i'm licking nhl players boots is honestly a little funny. for as long as i can remember and still even to this day i've been subject to physical and emotional abuse by my parents. i never really wanted to talk about it because why would i want to and share non-important personal info because this is literally a hockey blog, but it's been bothering me that this person said that i don't care abt abuse victims. i literally am one. don't make assumptions about people on the internet you don't know. you don't know anything about me, so why go through all this trouble of making assumptions when you could be completely wrong.

i just wanted to give my two cents because frankly it's been bothering me immensely for the past week.

[wayneimagine]

The Riddle of the model

Anon asked: idk if i sent you my request when they were open but i was wondering if you could do one where reader is friends with orlando but she’s in the popular group ( like the girls in dels ep) and she secretly hates them. something happens between her and the girls and she snaps cus she has bad anger issues like wayne and starts hanging out with orlando and her and wayne meet and you can decide the ending!!

i’m so in love with your blog!!!! could you maybe write an imagine where reader is in the popular group in school but secretly hates all of them and because she’s friends with orlando she hangs out with him for abit and starts talking to wayne (he thought she was like the other popular people before) you can make up the ending <3333

Yes, I named this imagine after my favorite song from Sing Street, sue me

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You were late for school. It wasn’t really your fault, your friends had made you the designated driver for a party you all went yesterday and you had to drive every one of them to six different houses. So, when you came home you climbed to bed and fell asleep immediately, not noticing that you had school in five hours later.

And now here you were. Scrambling through your bag to find your phone (you were sure you had left it at home this morning though) when you got to the Biology class. You knocked and opened the door.

“Sorry I’m late.” You said straightening your top.

You caught the gaze from all the students in the classroom, but you were used to it. After all, you were one of the popular girls, thanks to your “friends”.

You used to like them a little bit more two years ago. But now they were forcing you to do their homework, go to parties with them because they needed a designated driver and they made you wear tops, short skirts and a lot of makeup . Sometimes it felt as if you were in Mean Girls.

But you did what you had to survive highschool.

The teacher only nodded at you, after all, no one gave a shit at this school, so you didn’t have to worry about anything.

The board indicated that you had to dissect a frog in pairs and with one look around the room you saw that almost everyone had started doing it with their respective pair. Your friends were chuckling at you for being late, so you did a bold thing.

You sat next to Orlando.

Orlando was one of the few people (a lie, the only one) that you hanged out with sometimes who wasn’t popular. You and him went way back, you two had been friends when you were younger and when you changed schools you still hadn’t lost that friendship. Then you came back to your current highschool and well, you still were friends, even though your current ones would disapprove of that.

“‘Sup Orlando. We gonna cut this or what?” You said picking up the tiny knife while he looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

You understood why he acted surprised that you wanted to do something related to school. On the other side of the classroom, Willow was painting her nails, Betty was doing her best not to throw up and the rest of them were on their phones.

“Damn, you really want a good grade don’t you?” Orlando said once you made a cut on the frog’s chest.

You frowned and looked at him “This’ disgusting.”

“Yeah well, try seeing a guy who has been hit in the face by a gnome.” He said more to himself than you.

You only sent him a confused look and sighed.

You two began talking about some girl he had a crush on when the door opened again. Everyone stared at the pale boy who couldn’t care less about being late. Wayne went to where you and Orlando were sitting and sat down next to him.

It was a known rule all over the school that Wayne was the type of person you didn’t wanna mess with (I mean, the guy stabbed someone with a carrot once).

But you weren’t the type of person to back away from conflict, god knows that.

“This is (Y/N), she’s pretty cool for hangin’ out with a bunch of assholes.” Orlando told him and you elbowed him.

Wayne only gave him a look with raised eyebrows as in a way of saying “what is she doing here?” but then he stared at the board.

“Heard you went on a date with that Darren guy.” Orlando whispered to you once everybody started copying what the teacher was saying.

You rolled your eyes “He was nice, at the beginning. Don’t think he’s my type, besides, his dad is an asshole. He kept staring at my boobs once we arrived at his house. I’m sure Darren has daddy issues.” You said and pointed at the boy with your head, who had a black eye.

You began scribbling in your notebook when something caught your attention. In the corner of your eye, you could see Wayne grabbing one of the dead frogs and placing it in his pocket. You pursued your lips because god who would want to keep a dead frog in their jacket.

The bell rang and you picked up your things as slow as you could. Your friends were already out of the door when you turned to say bye to Orlando.

“See ya later.” You said and grabbed your bag before going to Maths class, where Betty was waiting for you, ready to talk about this new nail polish she loved.

“This is gonna be a long day.” You thought to yourself.

“Eric’s been asking ‘bout ya.” You said to her once it was lunch time.

She turned red and shrugged. “You know how he is. But what ‘bout ya? When you gonna get a boyfriend?” She asked you with a smirk.

You were about to make a remark at her (something about her lying about being a virgin with wasn’t a bad thing though) when two girls came to your table.

“Hey”

“Hi”

All the girls turned to them slowly, annoyed that someone was interrupting their so important conversation.

“Hi, I’m Del. This is Natalie.” The smallest one of the two said.

“This a gay-straight alliance thing? Or...?” Willow said and you did your best not to roll your eyes.

“I hate the people.” Natalie mumbled to the other girl.

“Well, we’re holdin’ a blood drive next week. It’s for our hockey team. You know, our goalie got hurt pretty bad.” Del said but the girls weren’t really interested in that, so you jumped in.

“Count me in.” You said with a smile ignoring the dazzled stares from both your friends and the two girls.

“S-sure! We’ll write you in. Anybody else wants?” Del trailed off.

The girls remained in silent. You wanted to said something to them but knew it wouldn’t change anything in the end.

“Dude took a blade to the jugular.” Natalie began. “Vein just ripped open, and blood was spurtin’ everywhere like a fuckin’ faucet. He almost bled to death right on the ice, and then, when the paramedics finally came, they were slippin’ and slidin’ in all this blood and one of ‘em actually threw up.”

Willow gave you an amused look and you only shrugged.

“Could be fun. It just pain for one second.”

“Yeah, exactly. One second a you help a lot of people. They were able to save him thanks to people chipping in and donating their blood, much like you guys” Del said and you two exchanged smiles. “So, what do you think?”

“What’s in it for me?” Willow asked with a boring look on her face.

“Uh, the sattisfaction of helpin’ others?” Natalie remarked.

Willow scoffed “Do we get out of class?”

Del rolled her eyes in a dissapointed way “Yes.”

“Should’ve just opened with that”

“Hey, uh, while I’m here, I’m also running for Class President, so, you know, maybe if you like, you could vote for me.” Del said and you felt sorry for the girl because the looks your friends gave to each other said everything.

“I’ll let you copy my English homework.” Del said and Betty snickered.

“We already have her for that.” She said and pointed at you. “Hey, uh, didn’t you and your dumpster-fire of a mom get thrown out the Courtyard Park Hotel the other day? It’s Oxy, right? Not crack. Or is it both?” She finished with a smirk.

“Hey, Ugly Betty, eat a dick.” Natalie said and you bit down a smile.

Betty only scoffed “You know what?” She said turning to you. “I’m thinking’ I’ll run for Class President. Maybe my campaign platform could be “Crack is Whack.”” She finished and Del left.

“Yeah, I heard Eric Powers liked your crack. By the way, just because you take it in the ass doesn’t mean you’re still a virgin. So, yeah. Fuck you!” Natalie said and lifted her two middle fingers before leaving.

Betty only scoffed. “Can’t believe we’re doing this because of you (Y/N).” She said mispronouncing your name.

“Seeing as you like helping others so much, why don’t you donate your hair? We could cut it today, after school.” Madison said and the girls laughed.

Why did you have to be born with such a bad temper?

“It’s (Y/N).” You said closing your hands into fists.

“What?” Betty asked furrowing her eyebrows.

“I said it’s fuckin’ (Y/N). We’ve known each other for two years and you’re unbelievable...You know what? I’m ditchin’ all of you.” You said picking up your bag.

“What? You don’t have anybody else. We made you.” Willow said rolling her eyes.

You smirked before grabbing your can of soda. “Guess I’m gonna be a nobody now, amiright?” You said and poured it down onto Betty. “Fuck you.” You said before leaving.

“You bitch!” Betty shouted while people whistled at you. No one would have expected that, you were a popular girl, just like them.

Seems like that changed now.

You walked through the hallways before finding the person you were looking for.

“Del!” You shouted and she turned around, Natalie by her side ready to punch you if you said anything hurtful. “I uh, I wanted to help you with y’know, becoming Class President.”

“Really?” She asked confused

“Why the hell should we believe ya?” Natalie said.

You took a deep breath holding your bag tighter “Well, Betty doesn’t give a shit ‘bout changing things ‘round here and I don’t want school turn into hell. You seem like you want to make school better and the people around here too, don’t cha?” You said and she smiled softly.

“Hell yeah. It could be fun, it’s time we make new friends, y’know.” She said to Natalie who only looked at you.

“...Fine, if she ain’t like those bitches then I’ll guess.” She said and you smiled.

“Great, I can’t wait to change from these things, I can’t even breath.” You said and finally Natalie smiled.

A few days passed and you got closer to the two girls. You had met Del’s family one time you went to her house to help her with her speech and some decorations for her campaign. They were different from your old friends’ families, but hella better. Del’s mum was thrilled that her daughter had a new friend and you liked her, even though they were all those rumors about her being an addict.

Del’s dad was a bit confused as he had never seen you with Del before, but he got used to it. And Del’s brothers were funny even though she said they were annoying as hell.

And now here you were, sitting in your couch watching TV as your mom made the final touches to the table. It was Thanksgiving Day and after spending the morning with Del and Natalie in your pool, the two had to leave to celebrate with their families.

“(Y/N), someone knocked on the door, can you get that?” Your mum asked you while stiring something in a pot.

“Sure ma.” You said standing up and straightening your dress.

You made your way towards the door and you were shocked when you opened the door and found Wayne.

“Hey.” He said looking directly at you.

“Uh, hi, what you doing ‘ere?” You asked trying your best to be polite.

“Orlando told me to give you this. From Biology.” He said handing you some papers.

You recognized Orlando’s messy handwriting and smiled slightly. “Thanks, he coulda come here though.” You said but Wayne only nodded and that was when you noticed it.

The poor boy had a bruise on his cheek and a cut above his eyebrow.

“Oh shit, what happened to your face?” You said touching the cut where blood was.

He didn’t seem to mind the lack of distance between you two so he only shuggred. You sighed and decided you couldn’t leave the boy alone on Thanksgiving Day, he had brought these notes that you needed because you didn’t bothered to write.

“C’mon, I’ve some bandaids.” You said grabbing his arm taking him inside your house.

“Who is it (Y/N)?” Your mother asked from her place on the kitchen.

“Uh, just a friend ma. We’ll be back in a second.” You said before going to your room.

When you came back from the bathroom with bandaids, alcohol and cotton, Wayne was sitting in your bed looking at some old photos you had.

“Oh gosh, don’t look at that. I look awful.” You said sitting next to him.

“Didn’t know you used to wear glasses.” He said but you only shrugged.

“I used them in my old school. I changed when I was twelve.” You said crossing your legs.

After a few seconds of you dabbing alcohol on his cut, he spoke up again. “Why did ya do it?”

You furrowed your brows. “Uh, kids were fuckin’ mean there?” You said though it sounded more like a question

“No, I mean, why did you pour that soda on Betty?” He asked confused.

You rolled your eyes. “They are all a bunch of bitches, couldn’t stan ‘em anymore.”

“Why did you hang out with ‘em?” He asked and you almost told him to fuck off but he was asking it in a curious way, not in a incriminating one.

“Well, when I changed schools I knew that in order to survive, I had to have a trustworthy group. Now, Orlando is my boy but he gets his ass kicked almost every month. So, I had to hang out with these girls and, nobody bothered me. You gotta do what you gotta do.” You said standing up and saving the bandaids that were left.

“You aren’t like ‘em.” Wayne said with a faint smile. “You’re better.”

You smiled at him in return and decided that maybe this boy wasn’t as bad as everyone said, he was better than the boy everyone described.

“Thanks.” You said and heard the sound of people coming in. Feeling confident, you decided to throw a shot in becoming Wayne’s friend. “You gotta a place to be? Celebrating at your house or somethin’? “

“Not really.” He said and you remembered that his dad had cancer. Shit, now you felt bad for the boy.

“Wanna stay ‘ere and eat somethin’? Heard you ate a frog the other day.” You said chuckling.

“Yes.” He said and smiled at you and boy did you grow a crush on him having dinner with your relatives and him.

—

You looked at Del who had just entered the gym where the blood drive was taking place. After her speech you two and Natalie had gone out for pizza and then, at night, you had received the news that Del’s mom had died.

Everybody at at school knew that, and you were worried about Del not being her usual self. But you had to let her grieve. Supporting her was the only thing you could do.

You got up from your place and went over to some tables where boxes of cookies where. You grabbed a peanut butter one and were going over to the hockey team when Wayne approached.

“Hey.” He said taking one of the coconut ones.

“Hiya.” You smiled at him. “You gonna donate too?”

He lifted his arm showing the bandaid that was on the place where he had donated blood.

“Cool.” You said chewing your cookie. “Nice shirt, like the color.” You said pointing his yellow shirt.

He gave you a smile and wow, he’s so cute when he smiles. “Thanks. Uh...you wanna go out sometime? ” He asked scratching his neck.

You almost dropped the box of cookies you had on one hand but forced yourself not to. “Like, y’know, in a date?”

He cleared his troath. “Yeah, like a date.”

Wow. Who would have thought that a crazy kid like Wayne was such a nervous guy with dates? You opened your mouth to answer that hell yeah, you’d like to go out with him when screams caught your attention.

Del was ripping open all of the blood bags and throwing them all over the floor. It looked like something out of Carrie.

She left the gym and you grabbed your things following. Before you went after her, you turned to Wayne.

“Sure, let’s do it.”

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 6 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I’ve been getting such lovely messages from you guys and you all seriously brighten my day.  Most of the time I read them in the middle of my job and I have to hide my giant smiles and giddiness.  You guys are the best.  And seriously, keep them coming!  My messages are always open and I respond to every message or ask.  If you sent something in and I never responded, it’s because Tumblr ate it.  Send it in again.  I don’t bite.

Anyways, I again could stop writing.  This is 6000 words and you know what?  I’m not even sorry.  You’re welcome.

September was always a month of change for Bee.  It always meant new classes, new classmates, new professors, and new tutorial groups to teach.  New essays to mark.  New excuses from students who handed in assignments late.  

New…friends who were professional athletes.

September also meant Angie was back in Toronto with Mason, instead of being banished in Kingston due to Mason’s summer school course at Queen’s University.  As a PhD student, Mason followed his thesis advisor wherever he lectured, and it just so happened that for the whole summer, he would be in Kingston.  It was the only time Mason didn’t mind travelling with him, mostly because Mason was from Kingston so he didn’t have to incur any living expenses.  For complete city girl Angie, it was a bit of an adjustment.  Bee always kept reminding her it was only two months, but Angie was stir-crazy by the time they packed up to move back to Toronto.

Angie and Mason lived only a ten minute walk away from Bee in an apartment complex closer to Spadina Avenue, but still within the boundaries of The Annex.  Mason earned a decent amount of money from all his grants and work as a PhD student, and Angie had been working at the Indigo head office pushing paper for about a year now.  They were close enough to each other to be able to pop in for spontaneous dinners and movie nights, but far enough away to have privacy or do a very quick clean up (or, as Bee liked to joke, a “put your pants on” warning) before said dinners or movie nights.

Bee and Angie met the first day of their undergrad.  Bee was taking HIS103, European History, as a breadth requirement satisfaction.  Angie was taking it because she wanted to major in history, but it was Bee who helped Angie pass the course.  It was also Bee who helped Angie pass her science breadth requirement course in first year.  Angie repaid her by baking her cake that looked like an exact replica of the one from the film Matilda, which both girls had loved growing up.  Mason came a year later.  The rest was history.  

It was nice, then, that Angie had invited Bee over the first night she and Mason were back in town.  Mason was planning to make a stir fry with the vegetables they grew that summer in his parents’ garden, and Bee could never pass up a stir fry.  

After Mason opened the door and gave her a hug, Angie came running over to her, almost knocking her over with sheer force.  “I MISSED YOU!” she yelled as she squeezed the breath out of Bee.  “I’m never leaving Toronto again, I’m telling you!”

“What are you talking about?  Kingston is beautiful!” Bee laughed.

“Yes, Kingston is beautiful, but you’re not in Kingston!” she said, letting go of the hug.  “You have to tell me everything you did this summer in Toronto or else I’m going to lose it.”

Bee couldn’t help but cackle at Angie’s request.  “Angie, what do you think I did?  I graded shitty papers and I read in my apartment all summer.  Sometimes I’d read in a park.  There wasn’t much else.”

“Told you,” Mason piped up from the kitchen.  Bee could see him plating the stir fry, which got her excited.  

“You’re lying,” Angie said indignantly.  “You met Morgan.  You need to tell me all about Morgan.”

“Morgan?!  Who’s Morgan?” Mason piped up again, picking up the three plates.  He emerged from the kitchen balancing them all like a waiter.  “Bee, you met a guy?”

Bee nodded her head.  “Uh, I did.  His name is Morgan Rielly.”

“Morgan Rielly?  Hah!  Dude has the same name as the Leafs’ defenseman,” Mason chuckled.  

“Uh…” Bee didn’t know how else to bring it up.  She had been sitting on this information for almost two weeks.  She wasn’t going to let Angie and Mason know through text.  “It actually is that Morgan Rielly.”

At this point, Mason had been setting the plates on the dining table.  As soon as the words left Bee’s mouth, he stopped all movements.  “W…What?”

“Yeah.”

“Morgan Rielly.”

“Yeah.”

“You…you’re dating Morgan Rielly?”

“Yes,” Bee nodded her head.  

Angie was too shocked to speak.  She kept looking between her best friend and boyfriend, unable to formulate any coherent words.  Bee looked at her for backup, but she couldn’t provide any.

Mason’s jaw was on the floor at this point.  He set down the last plate so he didn’t drop it on the floor.  “Bee…you…you’re dating a Toronto Maple Leaf?  Do you…do you know what that means?”

Bee giggled nervously at Mason’s question.  What did he mean by asking ‘do you know what that means’?  It meant she was just seeing someone.  She and Morgan hadn’t put a label on whatever was going on – all she knew was that she was having fun with him.  It was obviously clear that they were very in to each other, but there hadn’t been any formal talk about what they were doing and what they were calling it.  They were both young and busy, one professionally and one academically, so she understood why there was no rush to declare anything.  She had faith that it wouldn’t matter in the long run.  What they were doing was their business and their business only.  “It’s not that big of a deal, Mason.”

“Yes it is, Bee,” he said.  “The Toronto Maple Leafs hockey club is the stuff of legends.  I…don’t…I can’t even…” now he was becoming speechless.  “How the hell did you even meet Morgan Rielly?”

By the way Mason kept saying Morgan’s name in the tone that he did, Bee began to understand now what Morgan was saying to her in the car a few weeks ago – how she was one of the only people who looked at him as just a guy and not as Morgan Rielly.  She knew Mason had an interest in hockey, like many Canadian men, but she didn’t think he was this invested.  “I was eating out one night, and he sent a drink to my table.  Well, he says he didn’t send a drink and someone else pranked me in the restaurant, but when I approached him about it I noticed that we were reading the same book.  Friedman.”

Mason made a bunch of hand motions, clearly not believing what he was hearing.  “Morgan Rielly sent a drink to your table?!”

“I guess so,” Bee shrugged.  It was in the past now.  “Every time I bring it up he denies it.  Like the night we went out with his friends, Auston and Frederik --”

“WAIT,” it was Mason’s time to scream now.  “Bee, are you fucking telling me you went out with Auston Matthews and Frederik fucking Andersen?!” he exclaimed.

“…Yes?”

“BRIONY!” he screeched.  “Do you realize what this means?!  Do you have any idea who you went out with?!”

Bee smiled awkwardly.  “Hockey players?”

“Oh my God!” he screamed, jumping up from his seat and running to get his laptop.  “Bee, I cannot believe – I cannot believe!”

She looked over to Angie from some guidance or support, but found that Angie’s mouth was still wide open in shock.  “Your boyfriend is nuts,” Bee said.

Angie shook her head. “He’s got a point, Bee,” she said softly.  “You…you never told me he was a Toronto Maple Leaf.”

“I only found out like a week and a half ago.”

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be with him?  To get in his pants?” Angie asked.  “All these girls we see prancing along King Street West in their high heels and Aritzia clothes?  All those Instagram model girls?  They’re looking for guys like him.”

Bee could hear Mason stomping back into the main living area, practically dropping his laptop in front of Bee’s face.  He had a tab open on the Google News search bar for Auston Matthews.  “Do you see this?” he said, pointing to one of the headlines in a group of others.  ‘Matthews expected to sign multi-million dollar contract before season’s end.’  ‘Is Auston Matthews worth a $13 million contract?’  ‘Is Leafs management prepared to offer Matthews  8 x 13 million?’  Her eyes watered at the amounts she was reading.  “Do you see these headlines?” Mason’s voice snapped her back to reality.  “This is who you went out with.  You went out with the franchise player, Bee.”

“Okay…” she didn’t know what else to say.  She was still fixated on the amount Auston was earning – or was going to earn.

“And you’re dating the star defenseman,” Mason elaborated.  “I don’t know what you’re not understanding about this.  These guys are the crème de la crème of hockey.  They’re superstars.  They’re --”

“They’re just guys,” Bee cut him off, trying to make sense of it all.  

“They’re not just guys, Bee.  They’re professional athletes.  Do you know what life is like for a professional athlete?  Do you know what life is like for a girlfriend of a professional athlete?  Is your Instagram private yet?  Because you better make it private during this conversation.”

“Mason --”

“I’m not joking, Briony.  In a city like Toronto, I guarantee you that someone has already seen you guys together and recognized him and has posted something on a message board somewhere, or on a blog, or something,” he warned.  “I’m not over-reacting, Bee.  This is serious.”

“I think you’re overreacting just a little bit,” she said, half-trying to convince herself, too.  “You’ve never even met the guy, Mason.  He’s just a guy like you.  He was reading Friedman.  Fundamentally, he can’t be much different than any of the three of us sitting at this table.”

Mason tried to calm down.  He took a deep breath in to calm himself.  “Look, Bee.  You know I love you.  And you know I only want what’s best for you.  I’m not telling you not to date the guy.  If he makes you happy, that’s amazing.  All I’m saying is you need to realize what you’re getting yourself into.  He may be just a regular guy but this isn’t going to be a regular relationship.”

More often than not now, Bee was finding herself inside of King West bars.  This time, at The Citizen, she sat patiently at the bar, waiting for Morgan to find parking and for his friends to come in.  Fred was going to be there, thankfully, along with a new friend, Nazem, and his newlywed wife, Ashley, who had just returned from their honeymoon in Italy two weeks ago.  She kept looking between the door and her book – her tattered copy of Ali Smith’s Autumn which she was re-reading simply because she loved the book so much.  It had been a while since she jumped out of Morgan’s car to get a table and she was wondering how far the parking lot was.

“Now there’s something you don’t see everyday,” a voice from beside her remarked.

Bee turned her head to see a guy staring at her, a smirk on his face.  Was he talking to her?  “What?”

“A girl with a book at a bar,” he nodded towards Autumn, like it was the most novel thing to be seen at a bar ever.  There was a mechanical bull in Rock n’ Horse a ten minute walk away.  

“Oh,” she said.  “Uh, yeah?”

“Why are you here if you’re just going to read a book?” he asked.

“I’m actually meeting some friends,” she said.  Not that it was any of his business.  “Just waiting for one of them to park, actually.”

“So you’re here all alone then.”

“For now,” she narrowed her eyes.  “But like I said, my friends are coming.”

“My friends are here too,” he motioned behind him.  “It’s my buddy’s birthday.  I just got promoted too, so it’s just a big celebration tonight.”

Bee tried not to roll her eyes.  Being in a business/economics program, guys who approached her like this, saying they had just gotten a job or had just gotten promoted to try to impress her, were like a dime a dozen.  She knew how to read them like the back of her hand.  “Congratulations to you.  Where do you work?”

“Accounts in RBC,” he revealed.  She was smart enough to know that wasn’t an impressive job.  “What about you, sweetheart?”

“I’m getting my Master’s in Financial Economics.”

“Ooooh, a studying girl,” he wiggled his eyebrows.  “I like that.  I can work with that.”

“I don’t think you want to.  I might be your boss one day.”

He laughed in her face at that comment.  Like, legitimately laughed in her face.  He thought she was joking, but she was being completely serious.  Once she got her degree, her entry level jobs were higher than his “accounts at RBC” position he bragged about getting a promotion in.  She couldn’t believe he was laughing in her face.  “A feisty girl, too.  I like that.”

“Hey,” Bee heard an all-too-familiar voice say suddenly, just as she was going to respond to the guy.  Looking to her left, she saw none other than Fred looming over her, his gentle smile adorning his face.

“Hey!” she exclaimed almost a little too excitedly, jumping up from her seat and moving towards him to give him a friendly hug.  Hopefully it sent the guy a message.  “So nice to see you!”

“Hey bud,” the guy butt in, apparently not taking the hint.  “I was just speaking to uh…” he pointed at Bee, realizing that he still hadn’t asked for her name.

“Briony is my friend,” Fred said as he gave the guy a death stare.  He looked back at Bee.  “Do you know this guy?”

“I’m Briony’s new friend Daniel,” he introduced himself to Fred with a forceful handshake.  “Are you guys out celebrating tonight too?”

Bee could see that Fred saw something from beyond her before he looked to the guy again.  “Briony and I are going to go now.  Our friends are here,” he said politely.

“I was actually just about to buy Briony a drink,” Daniel said.  “Maybe she can meet up with you guys later.”

Bee could tell Fred was trying his hardest not to laugh.  He realized it was going to be harder than usual to get this guy to see the point.  “I’m sorry – I don’t think you understand --”

“Hey,” another all-too-familiar voice said, interrupting Fred and Daniel’s small battle.  Morgan appeared, with who Bee could only assume to be Nazem and Ashley.  “Table’s ready for us,” Morgan said, ignoring Daniel.  

“You must be Briony’s other friends,” Daniel, ever persistent, inserted himself into the conversation once again.  “I was just about to buy Briony a drink.  Maybe she can meet up with you guys later,” he tried again.

It took a moment for Morgan to realize this guy was serious.  He started laughing at the ridiculousness of the comment, right in Daniel’s face, just as Daniel had done to Bee moments earlier.  “We’re going to go now.  We’ll catch ya later,” Morgan winked at him sarcastically before he put a hand on the back of Bee’s shoulder to guide her through the restaurant.  Bee gave Daniel one last shrug of her shoulders before following the group.  

“Do you know that guy?” Morgan asked once they were out of earshot.

“No.  I don’t know him.  He was just uh, talking to me.”

“Like, flirting?”

“I think so?  He was pretty bad at it if it was,” she said, noticing Morgan was looking back at the guy, who had already moved on to talk to one of his buddies – probably the birthday boy.  “It was honestly nothing.  He was trying to be so smooth but failed miserably.”

“He keeps looking over here,” Morgan said.  “I just hope he drops it.”

“He will.  Don’t worry.”

Bee settled into easy conversation with Ashley, who was very personable and talkative, especially about her wedding and honeymoon.  Bee had always wanted to go to Italy, so she soaked up everything Ashley was telling her about the different areas and cities.  All of the pictures Ashley was showing her on her phone were to die for.  One day, she’d make it a reality.

Nazem was a sweetheart as well.  He told embarrassing stories about Morgan, especially when he first arrived on the team, but they were all in good fun and Morgan didn’t seem to mind.  Nazem had been one of the longest serving members of the Toronto Maple Leafs, so he had a lot of stories.  Bee was in stitches as she heard about all the pranks they played on each other on the road.  But the more Nazem, Morgan, and Frederik detailed what their life was like, especially their life ‘on the road’ during away games, the more Bee began to see that…well, maybe Mason was right about some things.  

She was still adamant that the men in front of her were just that – men – and fundamentally, nothing really separated them from being normal, everyday people.  It was just that they were ordinary people with extraordinary jobs.  But when they began outlining the traveling schedule, the workouts, the practices, the team bus trips, the midnight trips to airports, the copious amounts of coffee consumed throughout the day, the signing of autographs and pictures at airports, lounges, sponsored events, outside of arenas, in bathrooms…

…It was a lot.

Maybe Mason was right about a lot.

Ashley told her how she maintained a fairly private life, away from the fanfare and persistent hockey media in Toronto.  First was, of course a private Instagram profile – the only public one was for their cat, Jazzy, and she asked everyone to tag her using that profile so no-one would see her personal one.  Baseball caps were good friends for anonymity – and that’s when Bee realized that was why she almost always saw Morgan out in the summer with a hat.  Booths instead of tables as restaurants, so people would have to literally peer over to see them, and always, always in the back corner of a restaurant.  Call ahead of time to make a reservation.  “I always say that the only people who should recognize you is the saleswomen at the Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street,” Ashley joked, but Bee knew there was a twinge of seriousness in the statement.  “They can tell people the designer stuff you bought, but not much else.”

Bee began to feel overwhelmed.  She began to think about her place in all this – where exactly she fit in.  She wasn’t sure she had a place.  She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to find a place, truthfully.  She didn’t realize the magnitude – if you could even call it that – of the life Morgan, Nazem, and Frederik lived; of the live Ashley had to live because her husband was a professional athlete on a team that was revered by practically the entire city – some could argue the entire country.  It’s not like Leafs fans were just in Toronto.

She was just Bee.  Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada.  A Master’s student.  A poor, starving Master’s student.  A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto.  Where did she fit in?

When the group called it a night and Morgan went to fetch his car, Fred stayed back with Bee inside of The Citizen.  He could tell she was tired – probably warn out from a week full of classes and leading her tutorial groups.  “You know that book you were reading when I found you?” he said, catching her attention.

“Autumn?” she clarified.

Fred nodded his head.  “Morgan has that book.”

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.  “What?”

“He said you raved about it one night.  He dragged me to Indigo in the Eaton’s Centre to buy the series and he spent like, five minutes trying to explain what he was looking for to the poor sales girl because he forgot the title.”

The hairs on the back of Bee’s neck stood on end.  She was at a loss for words.  Why was Fred telling her this?

“He read them on the bus down to Niagara…and the whole time we were in Niagara,” Fred continued, referring to the bit if pre-season training camp they went to the Niagara region for earlier in the week.  “He would like, be alone in his room reading them.  You know how he likes to be alone.  And he wanted to talk to you about them, because I think he was having some trouble understanding some of the things, but I guess he didn’t.”

Bee could swear her heart skipped a beat.  She felt like she was going to throw up all over this big beautiful Danish man in front of her.  Was he just saying this?  Or did Morgan actually go out and buy Ali Smith’s books?  Did Morgan put him up to it?  Was it a plant?  Did he just read the summaries online?  Did he –

“Briony!  Leaving so soon?” a voice from behind her yelled.  She turned around to see Daniel with a pint of beer in his hand.  “I didn’t get to buy you a drink.”

She was not in the mood for this.  Not at all.  Not after what Fred just said.  “Are you for real right now?” she demanded, not caring if she sounded rude.  “I’ve been with my friends for three hours and you’re still here trying to shoot your shot?”

“I said I was gonna buy you a drink.  I always keep my promises,” he kept trying to flirt.  When he noticed the exasperated look on her face, he was a bit taken aback.  “What?  Can’t a guy buy a girl a drink these days?”

“They definitely can, Mr. Accounts at RBC, but not when she’s clearly trying to have a good time with her friends,” Bee chastised him.  “And like I said, I’m going to be your boss one day, so this is probably not your smartest move.”

“What’s your problem?” Daniel narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the issue here?” Bee heard Morgan’s voice from behind her.  She rolled her eyes again because of course, of course he had to get out of his car and show up now.  And like any boy, he was going to huff and he was going to puff until he blew the whole house down.  “Are you bothering her again?”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m trying to buy her a drink.  Can you relax?” Daniel said to Morgan.  

“Well clearly she said no, and clearly she doesn’t want it.”

“Who are you to speak for her?” Daniel demanded.

At this point, Morgan sidestepped around Bee to come face to face with him, peering down at him.  Bee grabbed hold on his arm.  “Morgan, stop it.  Let’s just go.”

“She.  Doesn’t.  Want.  You,” Morgan enunciated his words clearly.  “Get the fucking hint.”

“What are you?  Her boyfriend or something?”

Bee had had enough.  She was going to be the last person in the universe to cause a scene at a bar.  “Let’s go!” she said loudly, forcefully pulling Morgan’s arm towards her to disengage him.  She practically dragged him out of the bar and towards his car.  He kept looking back but eventually stopped to get into his car.  

“What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” he asked to nobody in particular, Freddie closing the door to the backseat once he had squished himself in.

“You should drive Fred home, he’s had a long night,” Bee ignored his open question.  She buckled her seatbelt and caught a quick glimpse of Morgan, who was adjusting his own.

“I should go back in there and --”

“Fred’s had a long night,” she repeated, more forcefully this time, so Morgan would get the hint.  She knew he was a hockey player and all, but he never seemed like the type to get hot-headed about something so futile, something she could have handled all on her own.  “Drive him home please.”

She looked through the rear-view mirror to see Fred smiling, and when he caught her eye, he winked at her.  Morgan began driving along King Street, taking a few side streets before ending up at what Bee could only assume was Fred’s condo building – a sleek, glass structure that seemed like it was a hundred storeys high.  He probably lived in a penthouse that overlooked the city skyline.  The money shot.  He probably had a bathtub filled with money.  

Fred left after thanking them for a fun night out, patting Morgan on the shoulder as he wiggled his body out of the backseat of the car.  Morgan waited until Fred got into the lobby before looking over at Bee.  “You wanna come over mine?”

It was the first time he was inviting her over to his place.  The queasiness in her stomach that began after her conversation with Mason roared up again.  Despite whatever reservations, she nodded her head.  Reversing the car, he made his way out of the entranceway and back on to the street.  

With one hand on the steering wheel, Morgan reached over with his other and grabbed her hand.  He brought it towards his lips and kissed it tenderly, setting it down on his lap.  Bee’s heart fluttered at the tenderness of the action.  It momentarily cleared her mind, reminded her that it was just Morgan, that they were just Morgan and Bee, in a car together driving to his place.  Everything around them – the people, the stores, the restaurants, the entire city of Toronto – none of it mattered in that moment.

And then her mind brought everything back to her.  

“Don’t ever do that ever again,” she said, her voice somewhere between a stern demand and a whisper.  

Morgan looked over at her.  “Do what?” he asked.  She should have assumed he was going to play dumb.

“I don’t want anybody fighting over me, ever.”

“Why not?”

She sighed, glancing out the window.  “There isn’t much worth fighting for.  And I could have handled it.  I was handling it.”

“There isn’t much worth fighting for?” Morgan threw her own words back at her.  “Bee, are you fucking nuts?”

“What?”

“You…you severely underestimate how much of a catch you are, you know that?”

She looked down at her thighs, squished against the pristine leather of his luxury car.  Her pants were $10, on final sale from H&M.  She’d bought them two years ago.  The part at the inner thigh was starting to become too thin from years of her thighs rubbing against each other, and she was sure they’d rip soon.  She wondered if she’d be able to fit into the same size and style when she would inevitably have to buy a new pair.  Probably not.  Her body had changed since then and she was lucky that she even still fit into these.  They had stretched enough to accommodate her body but it was become too strenuous on the fabric.  “Stop.”

“I mean it, Briony.”

He knew exactly when to use her full name and it agonized her.  “I’m being serious,” she said, unable to look at him.  “Just please don’t do that again.”

“I can’t make any promises.  When I see someone making you uncomfortable, I’m going to react.”

She dropped it.  She knew she had to.  There was no way she was going to win this.  If Morgan wanted to be that person – fine.  There was no way she could control it.  He didn’t regulate her behaviour, so she couldn’t exactly regulate his.  She just wished he was able to see how the confrontation made her uncomfortable.  

His apartment was slightly what she expected, slightly a surprise.  It was big, which she imagined it would be, with what seemed like two bedrooms and a den.  There was a nice big kitchen with an island, but it looked barely used, despite some of the see-through cupboards being filled with various pots and pans.  It was nicely decorated, with a big grey sectional, a huge flat-screen TV, and wood accents throughout.  There was a giant painting on the wall that caught her eye – one of Gord Downie, from the Tragically Hip – and she immediately fell in love with it.  If she could steal one thing from his apartment, that would be it.  

“I can give you a change of clothes,” he said as they walked into his bedroom.  She saw that he had an ensuite and wondered if the other bedroom had one too.  It was much bigger than her place – probably three times the size at least, maybe four – but it was still cozy.  

She changed into a tank top with a Maple Leafs logo on it and a new pair of boxers.  She was pretty sure he worked out in the top, and she laughed at the thought of him washing it six or seven times to get the smell of sweat off of it.  Both fit.  The tank didn’t drape over her like it would on a small delicate body and make her seem shapeless, and the pair of boxers he lent her, because of their elastic band, fit snug around her hips.

When she turned around from changing, she saw him already topless underneath the covers.  He tried to make it seem like he wasn’t watching her, but she knew he was.  Out of the corner on her eye, on the bedside table, she could see the green and maroon spine of Autumn by Ali Smith on his bedside table.  She gulped.

He barely waited for her to crawl into bed and snuggle into his body before he started kissing her, and really, who was she to deny a kiss from him.  She kissed him back hungrily, wasting no time in relishing the feeling of his hands wandering along her body.  She felt the muscles in his back and shoulders and shuddered at how firm but soft he was.  She’d never felt anything like it.  When his mouth began to wander, nipping and licking at the skin on her neck, near her ear, and along her clavicle, she let out haughty, satisfied sighs, dragging her nails lightly over his biceps.  

When his hands began to wander lower and lower, playing with the elastic band of the boxers, she giggled slightly.  “I just put those on,” she breathed out.

“Too bad I want to take them off,” he muttered against her skin.  “Fuck, Bee.  You drive me fucking crazy.”

It was comments like that that sent her to oblivion.  She had no way to react.  She was momentarily lost in the abyss, her head tilted back enjoying the sensation of his lips on her skin and his hand down her pants.  It was only when she opened her eyes and saw the familiar cover of Autumn again that she snapped back to reality.

He likes to be alone.  He was alone all weekend reading that book.

Those Instagram model girls are looking for guys like him.

He’s the star defenseman, Bee.  This isn’t going to be a regular relationship.

“Morgan…” she said absent-mindedly, her thoughts intruding on her again, become too much to handle.  By now, Morgan had pushed the shirt all the way up so it was bunched just under her breasts.  Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra.  She hadn’t even noticed her state.  He continued to kiss her skin.  “Morgan.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you seeing anybody else?” she asked suddenly.

That question definitely brought Morgan back down to reality.  He stopped kissing.  “God no,” he answered immediately, as if it was the most absurd question in the world.  He furrowed his eyebrows.  “Are you?”

“No.”

The words hung heavy in the air.  Morgan knew where this was going.  It wasn’t exactly the most opportune moment – he would rather be doing other things – but he acknowledged Bee apparently wanted to talk about this now.  “You call the shots here, Briony.  I fell for you hard and fast.  You gotta know that by now.  You gotta know that I want to be with you.”

Bee didn’t know what to say.  She had so many thoughts swirling around in her head that she didn’t know what was right and what was wrong; what was a rational thought, and what was completely irrational.  She didn’t know what was an actual cause for concern or her just projecting insecurities onto Morgan.  Her thoughts wandered back to Ashley Kadri, trying to picture a typical day for her, shrouded in secrecy.  Then she thought about the other wives and girlfriends, and whether or not they had a similar life.

Then came the most important person: herself.  She was in her last year of her studies.  If everything went to plan, she’d finish her course and its exams in December.  She’d apply to jobs in the New Year and hopefully land something.  She’d graduate in June.  She’d work her way up the corporate ladder.  

She had to think about her education.  She had to think about her job prospects.  She had to think about her career.

She was Bee.  Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada.  A Master’s student.  A poor, starving Master’s student.  A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto.

A professional athlete’s girlfriend?

“Can we…” she began, unable to think straight.  “Can we maybe…I feel like you’re going to hate me.”

“There is nothing you could say that could make me hate you.”

She sighed.  That wasn’t true.  “I have to think about my education and my career.  I like you and I like being with you but those things are my top priority.  I’m conflicted because this was all unexpected but I love it and I’m having so much fun and I just…I just know that I can’t get too distracted.  My education and my career have to be my top priority, Morgan.”

“I know, I know,” he agreed, nodding his head.  “I support that Bee.  You know I support that.”

“Can we…can we just wait?  Not put a label on it right now?  Like, I know I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t plan to, and you’re not seeing anyone else right now --”

“And I don’t plan to,” Morgan added.

“And you don’t plan to,” Bee nodded.  “So we can…can we just take it slow?”

“Take it slow?” Morgan repeated after her.  “Listen, Bee…I’ll do whatever you want me to do.  I just want to be around you.”

His words brought her back to what Auston said to her that night at dbar, about Morgan liking being alone, and what Fred had said that night about Morgan being alone in his room reading Ali Smith.  “I thought you liked to be alone.  Auston said you liked being alone.  So did Fred.”

“I do, Bee.  And I know you do too.  I don’t know…can’t we be alone together?”

She smiled at his choice of words.  He was definitely reading Ali Smith if he was using an oxymoron like that.  “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes it does.  We can make it make sense,” he said.  “You and me, alone…like, nobody else surrounding us.  No team, no city…whatever.  But together.  Us.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.  God, he was so earnest.  Maybe the next thing she should recommend to him was The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde because Lord, the look on his face and the hope in his eyes made her want to melt into a puddle right then and there.  

She nodded her head.  She pulled him closer and continued to kiss him because for the first time that night, it was the only thing on her mind, and the only thing that made sense.

[host-imagines]

Hi! Could you write something about a female S/O who plays ice hockey and is really good, but has been hiding it from their boyfriend (either tamaki or kyoya! Whoever you think would be fun for this!), because ice hockey isn't exactly a sport that "sophisticated young women" play and they were worried about what they would say?

I was originally going to go for Tamaki for this ask but then hit a writers block so I’m going to go for Kyoya and see how it goes (and I feel like I’ve written a lot of Tamaki on this blog) - mod baka

You had just finished practice for the day when your ice hockey coach asked you to gather round for an announcement, your team is playing a national game this Saturday and you and your teammates were discussing about arranging extra practice beforehand. This game meant a lot to you and you were looking forward to extra practice but the annoying anxiety in the back of your mind was constantly reminding you how extra practice means that it would get way harder to keep on hiding this from your boyfriend, Kyoya.

Like, he’s a host, one of the most popular guys at Ouran, part of one of the wealthiest families in Japan and literally knows everything about everyone. Your internal thoughts always said that he was too good for you and you were probably the luckiest person alive to have him as a boyfriend, and you were going to keep it that way. I mean your family’s wealth was nothing to ignore but you feel like you have to keep up your ladylike ways around him or he will find someone else more suitable. That’s why you had been keeping such a big part of your life a big secret from him.

The next day you, three days until the big game, went to greet your boyfriend in his classroom. After a brief exchange of good morning he pulled out his black notebook and informed you of a host club party this Saturday. You panicked.

If you say no then he’ll get suspicious and find out and break up with you but if you say yes then you’ll let you team down, I mean you had been preparing for this game for around 6 months now.

“Sorry Kyoya, I have family stuff that day and I can’t come” You basically made that excuse on the spot and had no idea how to elaborate further. You were practically sweating at this point.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow and you could tell by your facial expressions that he knew you were lying, you then blurted out 10 more sorrys and other pathetic apologies before leaving and walking to your class.

Saturday came around pretty quickly, you had been trying to avoid Kyoya as much as possible, you thought that you were being a pretty terrible excuse for a girlfriend, the thought only made your pre game anxiety like 10 times worse.

The first half of the game was a train wreak, you couldn’t compose yourself and felt yourself slipping on the ice and missing shots that only an idiot would miss. You were feeling pretty dismal by half time, and the games odds were stacked very much against your teams favour.

However to your shock, you looked up towards the benches where the crowd was sitting and saw Kyoya there, the surprise was enough to literally make you fall of the bench. Even though your lower back stung from the spectacular fall, you felt your anxiety slowly drift away.

The second half of the game you gave it your all, so much your team was drawn with the opposing side by the last two minutes of the game. If you got this last shot in then your team wins. You were a few meters distance away from the net, with 4 opposing players ready to come for you on all sides, then you made the quick decision to just shoot it from where you were, and miraculously, it went in. It was a win. After your team almost suffocated you into a group hug you looked up and saw Kyoya. You ran up the stairs towards where he was sitting, you were surprised when he stood up and pulled your body towards him into a hug. It shocked you a little bit because you knew that Kyoya wasn’t really the one for PDA, especially in crowed situations like this. Which made it even the more unexpected when he then softly kissed you, tangling his fingers in your hair.

“So Kyoya, how did you know I had a game today?” You questioned

“It was pretty obvious, also I have known that you were on the schools ice hockey team since I started dating you, although I can’t seem to find a reason why you tried to hide it from me, watching you try was quite entertaining honestly”.