#it's so funny how loud the hockey team are that when 10 guys are missing from a 100 person class it's immediately noticeable
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#august 22 tweets#august 22 reread#it's so funny how loud the hockey team are that when 10 guys are missing from a 100 person class it's immediately noticeable#truly iconic
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What made Geno your fave?
Oh boy!
For background, I started watching hockey in fall of 2009. I was bored over the summer and decided to get into a new sport. I’d never cared about hockey because my family didn’t follow it (we are football and basketball people), so I had no particular team I had allegiance to, so I did what any reasonable prospective fan would do: I looked up the most recent championship team and scanned their roster for hot guys.
There was Sid, of course. About my age, captain, and oh he’s cute, ok I can work with that. I did some research on his story and found it fascinating, because who doesn’t love a good golden boy narrative? A promising start.
Jordy Staal was also really cute to me, and Flower was pretty. And then we got to Geno, who the first picture I really remember seeing of him is one where he was smiling big, and as we all know he has the BEST smile.
After that, his backstory was just as interesting to me as Sid’s, in a totally different way. I mean, it sounds like a spy thriller, right? It’s crazy. And then he won the MVP that playoffs, and the highlights were up on YouTube, and wow, look at him skate. Look at him and Sid skate together, wow they’re so good. Look how Geno spins and cuts through guys out there, look how quick he is, how fast his hands are moving the puck.
I knew fuck-all about what I was watching but his skating style is so distinctive that I was able to pick him out on grainy 2009 and earlier footage with ease; let me tell you, focusing on ONE player for a full game or even period is such an underrated way to learn the sport. You see what they do when they don’t have the puck and it helps you figure out strategy, how plays develop, what defense is. Highly recommend.
He was still pretty quiet with the media then and I don’t think he was on Twitter yet, but he seemed funny and cute and I really liked his accent! And all the guys seemed to be friends, and I love that in a sports team.
It was summer so I watched a lot of the Pens’ old YouTube features. I learned about Mario and Jagr and the first set of back to back cups, and Sid’s draft, and how the team almost left the city. I learned about the rivalries with other teams, and the way the league worked, and what a salary cap is, and all the different penalties. And as it got closer to the start of the 09-10 season, I watched the road to the cup video for the run I’d just missed (it’s on YouTube now!) and there was that shot of Geno looking up, you know the one, with his scar, and that was my tipping point. The coverage of him in the Carolina series just sealed it.
He fascinates me. He’s shy but loud, funny but so publicly emotional. He’s flawed as hell but he tries so hard. He’s arrogant but he deserves to be, and he’ll never ever allow anyone to give him credit for when he’s playing well, he deflects. He’s accurately predicted the future twice. He’s so loyal it’s to the point of folly, almost. He has an unbelievable smile and rescues alley cats and is scared of big dogs. He’s a bully who’s never met a charity he didn’t contribute to.
And holy shit can he skate. Holy shit does he play beautiful, brutal hockey. He’s vicious with his stick and graceful with his hands.
And, yeah, he’s hot. That’s important to me too and I’m not sorry about that!
Anyway, I like him a lot. Thanks for sending me this ask and letting me talk about why :)
#evgeni malkin#pittsburgh penguins#here have some idontlikeem lore#apologies if there are typos I’m on my phone and this was total stream of consciousness and I can’t be bothered to read for errors#when I’m being sincere I don’t like to edit what I say anyway it makes it feel artificial#posts like this are always genuine and from my heart! I’m not trying to be or sound any particular way#anyway I love him so bad he’s my very special guy#also anything for an excuse to promote the torchtoburn primers#please read them if you haven’t they’re excellent and you’ll learn a lot
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forbidden fruit | lee jeno
⋆𖦹⋆｡˚ bulge kink, gagging, breast worship, tears! student!reader, hockey player!jeno / foreplay / handjob / no sex /reader is virgin and daughter of a pastor so there’s mentions of that.
⋆𖦹⋆｡˚ a/n: its 10 pm and classes start tmr but im bored so please enjoy this short. sorry if its ass 😭
- it’s 10:30 pm, you’re at the boys locker room where jeno told you to meet him. confused as to why he chose to meet you at the boys locker room instead of a cafe. you’ve been helping jeno with his history assignment he’s been missing so you guys have gotten close. you’re crush on jeno developed within days as you helped him, but you closed out those thoughts away considering he’d never like you back. he’s a varsity hockey player and you’re the priests daughter, him dating you.. is forbidden. your father would never allow it. which is why you snuck out.
“omg, what’s taking him so long!” you sigh. “BOO!” you jumped as Jeno laughed and clapped his hands. “that’s not funny, lee Jeno” you whisper-yelled. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry but that was funny.” you rolled your eyes. “what did you call me here for? I snuck out for you, so hurry up!” his eyes stared into yours as he took both hands and clasped them onto each side of your waist, towering over you. He’s never been so close to you like this. His warm breath ghosted over your neck as he finally dipped his head to softly kiss later into a harsh suck, leaving you breathless. He stops to talk. “I wanted to be with you, y/n. I like you, I crave you.” you want to say I like you too, but you know your father would go against it, but when you look into his eyes, his captivating eyes. You say, “I like you too.” tippy-toeing up to his lips, giving him a peck, and coming back down. He grabs your jaw and brings you into another kiss, but this time, it’s much more profound.
breathless,he asks, “do you want this?” you nod over and over, pleading without words. “baby, I need you to use your words.” “yes, please, I want this,” you pray. He sits on this bench and brings your body towards him, straddling you onto his lap. His kisses continue but faster. he pushes your waist down as you unconsciously move your hips down on his crotch. he groans at the friction, “I wonder how your father would feel about how you snuck out of the house to get your pussy pounded by me” he whispered into your ear causing you to moan. “this is worth all the trouble” you breathed out. The sudden confidence blew into you as you removed your shirt and guided his hands to the straps of your bra. “take it off, please, jeno,” you breathed out. “fuck” he grunted as he took off your bra. His jaws dropped as he looked at your tits. You blushed as you covered them. “fuck no—“ as he removed your hands from your tits, “— we don’t cover beautiful tits.” he takes his hands and needs one tit and lowers his head to teethe on your other nipple, you moan, throwing your head back, biting your lip. Sweat on your forehead, baby hairs sticking onto it, hair messy and out of place. He spent 30 minutes just playing with your tits. His fascination with them was quite the turn-on. You kiss him more to distract him from your tits. “Jeno, I want more,” you whine; he hears you loud and clear. He takes his shirt off and gah dayum. You already knew he was packed, but lord.
he takes his two long slender fingers and slides the tips of his fingers down to the base of his knuckles across his tongue, “suck,” he breathes roughly into your ear. Obeying him immediately, you suck his long fingers, and he thrusts his fingers, causing you to gag. he loves the sound you make when you gag, he imagines it’s his fat dick you’re gagging on, but that’s for next time. Tears forming at the corner of your eyes, you never expected to like things rough, but then again you never expected to be in the boy's locker room past your curfew and about to get fucked by team captain lee jeno. You take your hands and put them on his belt, trying to take them off, letting him know you want his dick inside you. he takes his fingers out and rubs those two went fingers under your skirt. “oh baby, I think you knew this was going to happen, I bet you wanted this to happen huh? No under shorts; you think your mommy would be happy about how un lady like your being?” he moved your panties to the side, giving your pussy a light slap before sliding two fingers into your wet cunt. fucking you so good. You thought about how he’s been giving you such a good pleaser, why not return the favor? You hooked your hands onto his belt unraveling it, putting your hand into his pants, feeling his throbbing hard-on. He grunted as you jerked him off. "fuck baby, so good," he moaned. he went faster, so you went faster. His head rested on your shoulder as your head rested on his, sighing at each other's skin. "I'm so close," you moan into his ear. "let go, baby" you felt that unfamiliar feeling in your stomach and let go. Catching your breath, he took out his fingers and sucked on them. “mph taste like a forbidden fruit,” he smiles. You take your hand and taste his cum, “can’t say the same for you,” you joke. “HEY!” he yells as you laugh. “that’s what you get for scaring me.”
after you guys put your clothes on and head to your house into your bedroom window, you give jeno a goodbye kiss. “before you go to bed, I’m gonna ask—“ “what is it?” he smiles “can I be your bf?” you kiss him again, “yes you can, goodnight. “goodnight, my love.”
⋆｡˚𖦹 a/n: thank you 4 reading this is kinda bad 😔✋🏽 luv you guys! ty 4 516 followers!!!! MWAH
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I AM FINALLY HERE OMG so sorry for the long time waiting feedback/comment on CAPTAIN'S LOG ahem
And you did not want to be caught in the mess of policemen shining flashlights into mascara stained faces.
LMFAO I'LL BE HONEST been there before LOLOL minus the mascara stained faces fhnjkdasfdjskasjkd
“I think you have a problem, another weekend like this and you’re going to have to pay for my liver transplant,” you said to Yunjin when you returned.
OMG me to my friends back then when they would party every weekend jhdsadjskaajksd i'd get a text every Thursday, "wanna drink this weekend?" i had to start lying to stay home lmao
“Oh, sorry babe - didn’t see you there,” snickered one of the boys.
BABE? I'M ABOUT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT RN DHJSAKHDJAK
Seeing him up close, there was no point in denying that he was cute, especially with the furrow in his brow he wore due to the thought of his friends.
the way i fangirled and gushed because his brows furrowing BYE
your internal facepalm for trying to make a pass at the cute boy from the circ desk
ASDFGHJK GIRRRRRRRRRRRRL SMOOTH but too soon
He smiled, and leaned in closer to make sure you heard each other, “Library, right?”
THIS AINT EVEN SUNGHOON AND I STILL BLUSHED BYE
You cringed seeing the line of people all waiting for the bathroom.
THE TRUTH IN THIS OMG
You turned around to meet eyes with Sunghoon’s neck, he was awfully close. He took a half step back upon seeing your surprised eyes, but gave you a smile.
OH MY GOD SGFDHAJDAJKSDK i would have freaked tf out and probably pee in my pants right then and there lolol
His white shirt was loosely buttoned, revealing several inches of his chest, his skin smooth. Sunghoon leaned down to whisper, “If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” He smelled strongly of coconut rum, explaining his boldness.
THE WAY I LET OUT A GOD DAMN SHRIEKING SCREAM! DGHJSAKHDJKASH GOODBYE SUNGHOON I AM LEAVING
10:10 - LADIES SHOT HAHA
IDK WHY BUT I LAUGHED SO LOUD AT THIS HAHAHAHA
11:12 pm - FUCK I MISSED 11:11, but I still wish for pu$$y
WHO WROTE THIS? JAKE? LMAOOOOOO i am fucking wheezing byeeeeeeeeeee
11:30 pm please I beg of a crumb of puss for my boy Jay please add him on snap here: jjongseong420
NOT THE 420 HAHAHAHAHAHA i am crying WHO MADE THIS LOG? this is way too funny oh lord
Sunghoon didn’t take the hint and laughed out loud, “Holy shit, was that Heeseung?”
NAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR DHJSAKHDJAKSHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY EYES
“I know our hockey team is mostly composed of skinny boys, which is already unusual… But you?” Your eyes traced down his slim figure, “A coach?”
and the roasting begins LOLOL i freaken let out an ugly ass laugh on this part. WORTH ROASTING
“Damn, I didn’t think you could get any hotter,” you blurted out, honestly surprised. Usually you’d feel at least some regret admitting that, but the way Sunghoon’s ears burned red? Priceless.
WHAT A PUNK DHJASKDHAJKSHSA I LOVE THIS
It was he who made the first move, his hand pressing lightly on your thigh as he leaned towards you. You fluttered your eyes shut, fully anticipating his lips against yours, only to open your eyes in confusion a few seconds later after nothing. He was biting his lip to not burst out laughing, his hand now stroking the top of your thigh. “Sorry, I just- it’s fun to tease.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IM GONNA PUNCH THIS ASSHOLE LMAO HOW DID I KNOW IT WAS GONNA BE FAKE AND IT IS! PARK SUNGHOON, COME HERE YOU DICK!
“Be careful. The people under the balcony might hear you.”
“Jeez, Sunghoon, are you an exhibitionist or something?” You teased.
EXACTLY! STFU, SUNGHOON! GIRL, GET YO MAN!
And as you felt his fingers slip inside of you, the door swung open, another busy pair of bodies stumbling towards the bed. And, obviously in the darkness, you screamed, but so did Sunghoon. And so did the other couple. “Wait… Sunghoon?” The guy said, his voice sounding surprised and almost proud?
DGHJAKSHDJKASHAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IM SORRY BUT THE WAY I FUCKING LAUGHED AGAIN omg i need water. im choking
He chuckled too, thankful you were nonchalant about everything, and leaned down to kiss you again.
awwww T_T not a soft lil kiss. dont hurt me like this.
2:02a - LOL YO SUNGHOON VIRGINITY IS NO MORE! VIRGIN
2:20am - ^ NO FUCKIN WAY HOON???
2:33 am - ^ IT WAS ME I TOOK IT LOL -JAKE
WAIT THE SHOE NOT THE VIRGINITY
VIRGIN?! JAKE! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THIS GETS FUNNIER OMG i cant right now. my stomach is hurting hdjaskdhjaskhdsjka
“See you at the HYB house tonight? I’ll make sure there's enough Malibu,” he flashed you a vague smile and walked off.
STFU JAKE HDSJAHDSAKS you lil shit omg imma fight him
“Can’t you just pass the door guy a couple bills and call it a night?”
“Bitch, I’m literally broke. If they say no, I’ll just sneak in from the side.”
ahhhh sneaking in minors... dhsajdhajk the good old days LOL omg never again!!! ahahahahhahaha
Sunghoon nodded. “Yes, mommy,” he visibly cringed as you blinked at him. “Ugh, sorry, the pledges have to call the girls that tonight.” He turned around to pour your drink. You, too, turned to look the other way.
THE WAY I CRINGED IM SORRY SUNGHOON. DHJASKHAHAHAHAHA
He was so good-looking, even from behind.
the way that i've been crying to my friends about his back shots from the fansites all morning oh gawd
You thought to yourself, now am I getting laid?
GIRL! WE MUST STAY FOCUS.
The sirens in your head went off again as he slid an arm under you, pulling your heavy head against his chest.
WEEWOOWEEWOO I NEED WATER ASAP
Sunghoon mumbled, “You okay? Need water?” He was aimlessly scrolling through his front page of Netflix.
YES
Sunghoon climbed on top of you, lightly pinning your wrists against his sheets.
THE HAND WRESTLING TO THIS? #TEAMFERAL
“If this is all you want from me, I can’t do that.” He said seriously. “I don’t want to just hook up with you, plus you drank too much.”
awwww women respecter frfr omg imma go cry buckets of ice cream brb
Eventually agreeing on watching Saiki K
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING LOVE SAIKI K AND HIS WEEB ASS WOULD WATCH THIS. ALL I GOTTA SAY IS, SAIKI IS JUNGWON LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sunghoon dipped his face deeper into your hair and neck, with a soft groan as if to shut you up.
SCREAMING! SUNGHOON, CHILL I NEED TO BREATHE
Maybe Sunghoon was a green flag.
I READ THIS LINE RIGHT HERE and Shoutout CAME ON MY PLAYLIST bye i am leaving this sunghoon fandom rn
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH EM! THIS WAS SO GOOD. LIKE SO FREAKEN GOOD. i am crying buckets of tears. like T_T it was so sweet. SUNGHOON, GREEN FLAG, EVERYWHERE!!!! The way he's like "can we not hook up?" T-T ANYTHING FOR YOU, STUPID! and how he made her drink water to sober her up so no headache will happen in the morning. THE WAY HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE STANK because oh gawd im always like OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DJSAKHDSJAKHSKA T-T ugh Shoutout started playing and now im crying lmao my emotions are all over the place. this is so beautiful <3
GENIE AHHHH THANK YOUUU
HAHAHA i was so excited to hear your thoughts and you didn’t disappoint 🥺 IM SPOILED! a whole essay indeed <3
im so glad you enjoyed it! i was going in between if i wanted to actually make sunghoon a fuck boy but i just couldnt - hes too soft ;(
and thank you for pointing out some of my favorite lines too HAHA your commentary is so fucking funny - much of this fic was my recounting of silly party moments of mine too
thank you so much, it means a lot <3
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GRUVIA DAY: I Kissed a Girl
Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser
September 10, 2020
Rating: M for sensitive language and theme
Writer's Corner: Before we start and before you light that fire to burn me, let's settle a few things: 1) I know. It's too early for Halloween. Consider it as an advance. Hahahaha; 2) I know a lot of you will hate me for this, esp with how the last FT100YRQuest chapter portrayed the FT girls. But please know that I wrote this with no intention to degrade any woman or devalue them in any way. Lastly, with that said, read at your own risk.
HAPPY GRUVIA DAY!
All rights reserve to Hiro Mashima, original creator.
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It's that time of the year. The most awaited holiday of every tired out college student of Fairy Tail University was just around the corner – Halloween. Couldn't blame them. Halloween was the perfect excuse to dress up funny, drink silly and pass out on one of those green yards. But for the members of the Kappa Kappa Chi, it was the best time to wear the sexiest – sluttiest – costumes without actually being called one. And for the members of the Fairy Tail Dragons, the University's Three-peat Ice Hockey champions, to watch their fantasies come to life. Besides, it was that one day of the year when they could bang a Smurfette and not get judged for it. It was a win-win situation.
Except for Gray Fullbuster, FT Dragons' newest recruit, and this year's Halloween "Island Girl". The Dragons had a tradition, some kind of 'baptism of fire' thing. For this year's annual Kappa Halloween party, Gray Fullbuster was coming as 'Aloha' Fullbuster – the adventurous island girl of Tenroujima, looking for a good time in the City of Magnolia. So, that's a no to hooking up with any of the sexy ladies tonight. How sad.
Gray wished no one would recognize him in that totally inappropriate costume and hoped no one would hit on him. Because he was definitely going to hit on them back – with his foot.
Laxus Dreyar, the Dragons' vicious and ruthless Team Captain made sure Gray a.k.a. 'Aloha' had the complete ensemble: the lei, the fake grass skirt, the coconut bra. He was just being spiteful because his girlfriend made him wear a onesie – the 'not sexy' kind. But no one dared laugh at him, he was the Captain.
The only good thing that came out of this stupid 'Baptism of Fire' thing was Natsu getting the ballerina costume. No one would definitely want to hook up with that muscle guy in tights and leotards. At least, with his long, black wig, Gray could pass as a woman, beautiful at that. As a matter of fact, checking out 'Aloha' on the mirror, Gray would definitely hook up with her. Then, he shuddered, realizing he shouldn't because that would be weird. Dammit, and here Gray thought once he made it into the team, he'd have ladies flock around him and lock lips with the hottest girls 24/7. Guess he had to skip that this year.
"You ready, Island Girl?"
"Shut up, you dumbass ballerina."
Gray snarled at the pink-haired, cladded in a tutu with the same color as his hair, when he catcalled just to ruffle Gray's feathers. Oh, wait. Natsu was the one wearing the feathers.
"Aren't you cold?" Pink Swan genuinely asked as the two girls headed out of their dormitory. He was so serious Gray almost believed Tights and Leotards here was worried about him. At least, Pink Swan was covered all over, it was tight and every muscle in his body bulged, but all covered nonetheless.
Gray, on the other hand…
"Like I have a choice." He eyed the oddly unbothered left wing Forward, strutting down the sidewalk. Gray grimaced at his confidence and, if you look hard enough, a bit of Natsu's sass. Tights actually did look like an all muscle guy with a secret life as a ballerina. So much so that Gray reminded himself to stay away from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the Pink Tutu at the party as much as possible.
They stopped near a lamp post and waited for the guys to pick them up. Captain promised that he would drive them to the Kappa House. That would make the walk to the Kappa less awkward and less violent because Gray and Natsu would definitely beat up whoever tried to as much as ogle them on the way there. But Gray knew Captain Laxus just wanted to make sure the two wouldn't bail, that's why he was going to bring them to the party himself. What a vicious Pokémon. That wasn't the only thing to be worried about though, Gray soon realized, when he choked on his own saliva as he watched Pink Swan Natsu rested his hip on the side and folded his hand to study his nails while they waited. Gray sidled a few steps just to put some space between them. Actually, he'd start to stay away from the guy now.
Gray could finally breathe, or, choke some more, when the "Bolt", Captain's yellow Chevy, stopped in a skid just in front of them. True to the typical High School jock fashion, of course, Laxus drove a convertible. How else could he flaunt his perfect life and his perfect girlfriend around campus and make all other men wished they were dead?
"You girls ready?"
Yeah. Whatever, Pikachu. Gray wanted to retort but, of course, he couldn't. So, both Gray and Natsu jumped into the car and squeezed themselves at the back seat with Batman Bickslow, who draped his icky arms around the new recruits and pulled the repulsed Freshmen against him possessively, promising, "Imma make sure you girls are comfortable."
More like the opposite of it. But there was no sign the pervy Batman was going to let go anytime soon, so might as well give up to his fate. Gray settled in his seat, preparing for the most dreadful night of his freshman life.
Well, this was going to be a fun night, he thought. Sarcasm implied.
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The Kappa House was just around the corner. Could hardly miss it with the white strobes of light spinning around the sky like it was saying 'we're here'. The familiar beat of the bass blared into the large expanse of the garden and a flock of various characters came flowing into the mansion. Wow, these Kappa girls could throw a party.
The five of them walked into the house like they owned it. No, correction – like they own the world. The other members of the hockey team greeted the Captain on their way in. Each and all wanting to see the sight that was the Great Laxus Dreyar in his pokemon costume, complete with the thunder-ear headband. The girls quickly circled around them, wanting a piece of the famous hockey team. But Gray made the mistake of meeting eyes with one of the onlookers and getting the bite-lip, followed by a very suggestive air-bite from skinny Dracula. A palpable chill ran down his spine and Gray quickly came up with the decision not to make any more eye contact with anyone – anyone at all.
"You girls wait here." The Captain ordered, as he tipped his head over the silver-haired witch cladded in a red robe. Gray easily recognized her despite the coveralls – Mirajane Strauss, head cheerleader and the Captain's girl. Very pretty and very off-limits.
Laxus made his way over there, talked to her a little was now heading to one of those rooms upstairs. Man, the Captain was gonna get lucky while Gray was stuck with clueless college idiots ogling him and Natsu like they were some kind of virgin sacrifices. Life was so unfair sometimes.
"Well, they won't be coming down for a while." Batman Bickslow opened, turning to his Robin, Freed Justine. "Or ever. So, let's spread and mingle. Wadda you say?" He slapped a hand on Gray's tushy and added, "Get ourselves one of those cheerleaders, eh?" He looked back at the new recruits and had the urge to correct, "or some of those guys from the wrestling club. Who knows? You girls might get lucky."
Another shudder and it wasn't because Gray's belly was out in the open.
"See you around, ladies!"
It wasn't like Batman and Robin promised to protect them. So, just like that, Gray and Natsu were left to fend for themselves. Gray "Aloha" Fullbuster needed to get out of their before…
"Hello there, beautiful."
And he scrammed, leaving the Pink Swan to deal with the wackos and he didn't at all feel guilty.
It was a breath of fresh air when he stumbled into the decorated backyard. He couldn't be more thankful. Natsu could deal with those perverts himself. Gray just didn't have the energy. So, tonight, he'd rather be alone and invisible. He looked for a dark, quiet spot to brood, rethink his life choices maybe, but the loud laughter coming from the pool-side bar caught his attention. A group of girls gathered around the bar, wearing costumes ranging from Bunny Girl to Firefighter, each one not sparing a chance to show a lot of skin, mind you, and who knew Strawberries could be that sexy? As much as those characters demanded his full attention – to the best curves and skin – his appreciating eyes zeroed in on the familiar long, blue waves. He watched as the bluenette, who was wearing the same costume as he was, licked salt on some Greek god's abs. That lucky bastard. She shot back her drink and basked in the cheers of her Kappa Kappa Chi sisters.
"Hey, Juvia." Gray heard the voice behind him before feeling the weight of an arm over his shoulders. When he turned his head to see the owner of the voice, 'Aloha' winced at the smell of strong alcohol. "Found your twin!" The swaying Police Girl turned to him, breathing alcohol right into his face. "Let's go get a taste of that Greek god."
Hell no!
He protested but damn the woman was determined. Gray knew her; she was in his World Lit Class. Also, she's the reason he couldn't seem to approach the bluenette. He didn't mind getting welcomed into that circle though, especially when Juvia was the one who pulled him to her side and clung to him the whole time because she said they were soul sisters, being in the same hula girl costume. It wasn't on purpose but c'est la vie!
Maybe Captain Pikachu's 'initiation' wasn't that bad. Gray had been trying for days to talk to Juvia. She was also in his class, seating right in front of him. But he never got the chance because she was always surrounded by her cheerleader squad or those stubborn ugly looking guys who wouldn't go away. They weren't necessarily ugly but who cares? They were giant eyesores; especially when they were making Juvia laugh and giggle and he couldn't even come up and talk to the woman.
Thanks to this questionable 'initiation rights', Gray was this close to her, skin brushing against skin once in a while, and could even enjoy a laugh or two with Juvia. Oh ho! Gray had no complaints. Except for that one fleeting moment they were egging him to take a body shot on that Greek god dude. That was a hard no. Not even a slightly tipsy 'Aloha' would say yes to that. No, ma'am.
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At around dawn, when people started leaving and after Cana, the drunk and sexy police girl, took home – up to her room at the Kappa House – the Greek god, the girls decided to bring the party inside, around the fireplace at the living room, or what looked like a tamed version of it. Actually, the girls were just tired. They had their fun with the Greek god and decided the only action they would be getting was a lazy game of truth or dare. Besides, their President, and the squad's Head Cheerleader, was up there 'getting it' for the rest of them. Somehow, Aloha-Gray found himself squeezed on the couch between Juvia and Mirajane's younger sister, Lisanna. Also, none of them were sober enough to realize he didn't really belong there. All he had to do was keep quiet and don't get picked by the bottle.
Otherwise…
"Okay, your turn Juvia!" It was the sexy librarian, Levy, who was dared to send a very provocative text to his lab partner, who spun the bottle that landed on the bluenette.
"Alright, alright. Dare." Juvia giggled. "Hit me with your best shot, Levy!"
Sexy Librarian opened her mouth but was quickly interrupted when they heard a loud derisive snort coming from sexy police girl who found her own place in the circle.
"You can't trust Shrimp for a fun dare." said Cana. "She'll just make you take off the stupid coconuts."
"Hey!" Levy retorted, but she sat right back, realizing that was exactly what she was going to challenge Juvia to do. "It's daring."
"How about this," The twinkle in those sober brown eyes gave Cana away. "I dare you to kiss your fellow Island Girl."
There was an amused 'ooh' bouncing around the room. That challenge definitely got everyone's attention since all of them knew Juvia was a bit too… vanilla. Never played for the other team, not even out of plain curiosity. When Juvia didn't respond, Cana thought she wasn't up for it.
"Too chicken?"
Juvia glanced at him, at Gray, and he could see she was considering it. She smirked at him with visible interest.
"If Aloha here doesn't mind."
That was probably the alcohol talking but Gray Fullbuster didn't mind. He most definitely did not mind. Except that, it was the exact moment his cock-block of a brain reminded him he wasn't really a girl and that would definitely defeat the purpose of the dare. They bonded over the Greek god and he really felt like he belonged there now. So, Gray ought to tell the girls the truth before things got out of hand. He owed that to Aloha's Kappa Kappa Chi sisters. But as Gray was about to come clean, Juvia had already got him tongue-tied, quite literally.
Juvia Lockser was a good kisser, very experienced. Gray would go as far as say she was more experienced than he was. She got some moves and dammit, Juvia Lockser was making him lose consciousness with just the way her tongue slithered around his. But it felt good, so good that it made him forget about honesty being the best policy and fought Juvia for dominance, leaning in as close as he could get. Gray could hear their coconuts knocking against each other. Juvia probably heard it too, knocking her senses back to her. There was no other reason why Juvia would pull her tongue out of Gray's mouth and started giggling against his lips.
"I'm sorry." She erupted into another series of giggles, making Gray feel self-conscious. But they probably have put on a good show because the girls were cheering them on, probably hoping for some encore performance.
"That was some kiss, Lockser." She received the thumbs-up approval from the darer.
"Not too vanilla now, am I?"
Juvia couldn't keep the gloat in her voice, throwing each of her non-believers a smug look and returned to the flustered Island Girl.
"Look. I ruined your lipstick." She said, wiping the stain outside the line of Gray's lips. "C'mon up, I'll help you fix it." But all Gray wanted was for Juvia to ruin it some more. Still, 'Aloha' followed her like an obedient puppy.
She brought him into her room and led him directly into her walk-in closet. Gray then realized how different a girl's room was from a guy's. He was sharing with Natsu and damn, their room was a labyrinth with all the dirty clothes and other dirty things thrown all over the floor. Juvai's room was neat, tidy and pink. Juvia went into her drawers to search for a lipstick with the same shade as Aloha's.
"Found it!"
She bounced back to him, pulling out the applicator to swatch on 'Aloha's' lips. Gray quickly blocked her hand, deciding he better come clean now or him and Juvia – never gonna happen.
"I'm sorry."
"Wow, your voice is really deep." Then, with the kiss probably sobering her up, Juvia pulled a look of confusion. "For a girl?"
"Actually, that's what I was going to talk to you about."
Carefully, 'Aloha' pulled his long, black hair off his head.
"I'm not a girl."
There was silence. Gray braced for the beating that was about to come but there was nothing. He peeked with one eye to see that Juvia wasn't pulling an angry expression.
"Oh, wow."
On the contrary, she looked a bit…
"That's good."
Relieved.
"For a second there, you got me doubting my own sexuality." She wasn't looking at him now. Juvia sat next to him and stared amusingly at the pink wall. "I really thought a girl was turning me on."
Okay, since she wasn't mad about the, it wasn't technically a lie… just a 'withholding of truth'. Fine, the lie. Since she wasn't angry at him and she was talking about being turned on, Gray carpe diem-ed. He sneaked beside Juvia and, with a smirk that both ghosted his lips and his voice, flirted.
"I turn you on?"
Juvia glanced at him, returning his playfulness. "Well…" but her smile of amusement started to waver as Juvia stared him up and down. "Not right now. No."
"Right." He understood, casting his eyes on the floor. All hope abandoned.
There was that uncomfortable silence again with Gray not knowing the social cues on situations like this. It wasn't everyday that he got Frenched by a hot girl thinking he was a girl and finding out that he actually wasn't. Gray didn't really know the best time to say goodbye and scram. He made attempts but they easily popped like a bubble. Besides, there was nothing he could come up with now that would be of any help. With the way Juvia was avoiding his eyes, hope was flying farther and farther away.
"Maybe," Juvia broke the ice, worrying her bottom lip with her crazy idea. "Maybe, if you lose the coconuts?"
Halleluiah! There was hope.
Gray quickly lost the coconuts and tossed them somewhere behind him.
"Top off." Gray watched Juvia eye him with interest. Then, her pleased blue eyes landed on his bottom and her lips twitched.
"And the skirt too."
He slid out of the grassy skirt in one quick move, tossing it along with his boxers, and waited as hot island girl Juvia checked him out in all his fine glory. She bit her lower lip, obviously loving what she saw.
"Not too shabby, Island Girl."
"Well," Gray gained his confidence, "it's Gray actually." and grabbed the woman by the waist, wincing at the pain of the coconuts which Juvia quickly got rid of, as they both tried to recapture that wanton passion they shared downstairs, when Gray was still 'Aloha' and Juvia was enjoying the thrill of her experiment. Then, the searing passion found its way to Juvia's bed where Gray made sure that, after that night, hot cheerleader Juvia would never think of him as a girl. Ever.
#gray x juvia#gruvia#bedazzled#gruvia day#fairy tail#gray fullbuster#juvia lockser#gruvia au#gruvia halloween
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good morning here are my notes from the kraken vs flames preseason game last night (10/2/21):
i missed the warmups because i did not plan for all the parking to be full because it was in a suburb of a different state because the arena isnt done yet and i had absolutely zero idea where i was going
the couple sitting next to me was so great, the dude was sooooo into the game and sounded like a true hockey bro so it was validating to Observe something and have him confirm it with his bro-speak yelling like, yeah that was offsides you loud loud man!
but also it was extra fun to watch it from a fandom lens too, because the last time i saw a hockey game was before i interacted with it in that way
okay onto the actual game!
everyone came out of the tunnels and the first thing i noticed were the goalies
goalie wiggles in real life are something that can be so personal...
driedger’s tentacle pads are gorgeous in person
the flames goalie was a rookie named vladar i think? he was like, exceptionally good, and he had glad wire in his mask which looked super cool
also re: goalies, i love it when they skate away from a scrum behind them like the girl in front of the house fire meme, driedger did that once and it was cool af
the first period was kind of boring, although the kraken took way more shots than the flames, which happened over the entire game too, they just could not get it in the net
tanev! tanev is so funky and he’s FAST, it was hard not to be drawn to him when he was on the ice
(he also def tucks his jersey shhhhhh)
the other standouts on the kraken were morgan geekie and vince dunn (i know??)
morgan’s flow is like, something else whew
and he took a penalty after hitting a guy in the face with his stick and did the dejected walk of shame to the box which was funny
vince dunn scored the only kraken goal rip
he also fought a guy!! which guy? i have no idea, maybe number 23? i was more interested in how he has lost his baby face and seemed to actually know how to throw a punch
speaking of fighting milan lucic is a LARGE MAN and he is not afraid to throw his weight around
i don’t condone the violence, hockey should evolve past the need for fighting etc etc, but i spent the whole game wishing someone would punch him so.
tanev got squished into a little ball along the boards by a flame he seemed to know and he skated away looking pretty happy about it
i spent a large portion of the game watching him so if anyone wants some headcannons lmk
they also ran a 32 questions vid with him during an intermission
highlights include: he likes black coffee, breakfast burritos, and dogs over cats, he’s a self-professed good cook, and his biggest superstition is putting all of his right-side gear on first??
right after that, inexplicably, a digital puffer fish came on the screen to lead the crowd in some chants and spiritually that felt correct
other kraken who were fun to watch: eberle, number 27 cholowski (he was everywhere and pretty zippy), and alex wennberg who gave up the puck a lot but he was trying real hard
the fleury bros were not there :(
the refs cuddling were pretty cute, and i have no idea who they are but i thought they called the game fairly
the last period was the most interesting, the kraken were real good at taking shots, but struggled getting the puck in their own end and keeping it there, and there was a lot of wide and poorly angled shots on both teams
they didn’t do the shootout! i don’t really know what was going on there, everyone seemed to be confused by it, but it was late enough that i didn’t mind, i have a bedtime okay
#seattle kraken#might as well throw it in the tag#a nice couple asked me if i needed someone to walk me back to my car#on our way out and it was very sweet#i think i was one of the only people there alone lol
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Hiiii my bbs, I have literally been dreaming about going to Greece sooo I hope this is good
Adding onto brigids thoughts:
Okk so half of us pass out in the Uber that we take to the airport, so everybody is just holding onto each other barely awake or literally just fall asleep on you while waiting in line to get to security. Hehe ofc Ryan gets lost, and he’s like panic calling us and I just start laughing at him through phone. But then he finds us and I get beeped at security as usual and he’s chirping me and he gets beeped too and I chirp him, so it gets a bit chaotic at security.
Look at you brigid being organized and not over packing anything. I do the same thing to I just always add extra everything hehe. Hehe yes ‘Quinner how do you have more shit then me’ quinner likes pack extra as well hehe . We have a mini competition to see who brought more clothes lol.
Okkk everybody, Brigid has chosen, she is officially Jamie’s girl :)). Anywayssss you and Jamie are just sleeping and cuddling each other. You are in Jamie’s hoodie 🥺. Kesh and Kirby are also cuddling each other. Aww yes I’m in Quinners beanie !!. So far me and Ryan aren’t chirping you lol cuz it’s reallyyyyy early.
I wear a hoodie and sweats as well or for my bday my brother bought me a really cute sweatsuit so I might wear that lol. But I would love to wear Quinners 😌hehe we get on the plane and it’s you + Dylan and cozzy and Jamie sees and gets jealous ‘no Jamie I just got comfortable’ ‘please cozzy she’s my GIRLFRIEND’ and cozzy gets mildly terrified and says ‘only for $50’ so that happens and Jamie is super happy that he gets to sit with you. Hehe me and Ryan chirp you guys. Ok so I’m behind you, Jamie and Dylan. Then quinton, Braden and Peyton are behind my row. Kesh and Kirby are just sitting away from everybody because they aren’t ready to deal w us yet lol.
You+ Jamie +dyl. Okk so you are watching an action movie. Dylan falls asleep real quick, and you see that he’s in an uncomfy position so you just help him get more comfortable. So now that Dylan’s passed out Jamie cuddles up to you and you start playing with his hair and he loves it and it’s making him fall asleep but he’s still trying to stay awake because he wants to be w you. But you reassure him and help him get comfortable. You wrap him in a blanket hehe. Brigid you have a hard situation here because you have two hockey players asleep on you. After a bit they wake up to eat and make you rewatch the movie and your like why do I have to I didn’t pass out. Oo uno is fun, same with poker. But Jamie gets bored and just starts to braid your hair while you play with Dylan. Also when Jamie wakes up he whisper ‘thank you baby’ and you give him a kiss. Oo also while he’s sleeping you trace his freckles 🥺.
Kesh and Kirby are just chilling and being adorable. They both just make sure that they are comfy. Top tier couple.
Lexi+quinner(+Ryan)- hehe yes Quinner is immune to coffee even after drinking his two cups and half of mine. We made Ryan carry the drinks cuz we are clumsyyyyy. Awww yes, I’m vv in my Quinner feels tonight so Quinner falls asleep on me and I cuddle him and play with his hair because I am not giving back that beanie. I’ll make sure he’s comfy and all. Haha yes me and Ryan are just super loud and competitive w the game we are playing, probably uno, poker or connect 4 lol. And you turn to us and say ‘guys can you shut up, Jamie and everyone is sleeping’ and we are like ‘ok and?’ And you chirp us and we chirp you back until we realize that we really don’t want to wake everybody up lol. Ya I get up a lot on the plane so Ryan and I and you would just be walking along the aisles hehe. Ryan gets tired eventually and passes out and Quinner wakes up and we have some cute moments🥺. We just cuddle and I lay my head on his shoulder and he kisses my mild freckles.
Let’s say we are in first class cuz we got good salaries lol and we really need the leg room since we tall. Airplane food isn’t to bad. But the snacks would be elite. I’ll make sure to get our snacks brigid cuz we have similar tastes in snacks :)). Hehe yes I keep stealing snacks from them, and then get hungry and ask me to give you some but I get annoyed lol. So the y start throwing the snacks and accidentally hit Jamie and Dylan in the head but thankfully they didn’t notice.
Okkkk so now the captain announced that we are landing in like 10 mins and everybody is just super excited to get off the plane. Oo Jamie keeps showing you things through the window 🥺.
Ok so we landed, I get up quick and so do some off the other boys so that the team can get off the plane first. It’s kinda chaotic with everybody trying to get their luggage and some people get smacked in the face. Question does your hair start to curl when the air is humid. Cuz that always happens to me and it’s what I love about traveling to warm places because my hair looks good lol.
Okkk so pass border control etc and all get out of the airport. Also you and Jamie are holding hands the entire time ;)). Would you rather rent a car or take a taxi to the hotel?. Anyways we leave the airport and everybody is just so happy that we are in Greece right now!! It’s sunny and beautiful.
Skip to getting to the hotel: I think our hotel is pretty nice, and we get there at like 2 . would you share your room with Jamie or get a solo? Anywayssss we get to the hotel and all say that we are going to meet up to go to the beach for a bit? Because we just wanna wake up and cool off in the water and possibly tan.
Brigid you walk out in your bikini and Jamie is in awe like how is she that gorgeous. And some boy makes a comment and he glares at him. And he literally carries you into the water. Kesh and Kirby just want to be constantly around each other so they are cuddles to together under an umbrella sipping on drinks or possibly swimming together. Quinner and I are racing each other into the water, and then we both tackle each other at the same time. And then we see who can jump over the wave. And maybe we just hold onto each other and have moments😏 same w you and Jamie .
Side note: I’ve had some bad/funny experiences w waves because some big ones just pulled me under and I would just land on the shore lol. It would take me such a long time to regain my breathing lol.
Some of the boys are chilling and tanning because they want to get some good tans. Some boys have already met some girls and some are in the water with us.
Later we all go shower and get changed to go out for dinner w the team. I never blow dry my hair esp on vacays because it dries really quickly and I get curls wbu? You me and kesh get dressed into really cute summery outfits, I see myself in a flowy skirt and a tshirt or a sleeveless top- I am owning the freckles on my arms hehe. Brigid I can see you in shorts or maybe even in a denim skirt? And in a top that shows your pretty bralette. Kesh I see you in a sundress? Like a red or yellow sundress that looks amazing !!
They boys are speechless because we are owning our outfits. Anywayssss we all go to a restaurant by the beach and just have such a nice time. And maybe after some Brigid +Jamie and Kirby +kesh time on the beach at night 😏
Okkk I hope this was ok. Pt 4 will be more of our trip !!
omgggg i love all of this! lexi you’re amazing, thank you for providing the quality team canada content it is amazing. anywayssss long post
haha all of us just falling asleep on each other in the car and then when we’re in line for security. like jamie just rests his head on my shoulder while we’re standing there and somehow falls asleep lol. and then ryan gets lost bc ofc he does and we’re laughing at him but then we’re like oh shit we need to help him find us so we don’t miss our flight. so then we help him back to security where he and lexi both get beeped and chirp each other about it lmao
hehe yes i finally chose jamie🥰. dyl and i are more like chaotic best friends who are maybe a little flirty but ultimately are just friends lol. so anywaysss jamie is the softest bf so he lets me wear his hoodie and we cuddle up and sleep together in the airport🥺 and kesh and kirby are also cuddling and lexi is wearing quinner’s beanie that she stole lol. and thankfully ryan’s still tired and lexi’s busy with quinner so they won’t start chirping me and jamie yet. and also we’re all wearing the boys’ sweartshirts that they gave to us
hehe yes then we’re on the plane and jamie sees me with dyl and cozzy and he just begss cozzy to switch with him. and cozzy’s already gotten comfortable so he’s like “no jamie just sit in your own seat". but jamie’s like “pleaseeeeee it’s my girlfriend”. so then cozzy seeing the perfect money-making technique (and also mildly terrified lmao) it like “fine i guess i’ll switch but only if you pay me $50″. and jamie’s just like “done” and hands the money over. so then jamie and i are both really happy and ofc you and ryan are awake enough to chirp us now lol. and the two of you are sitting behind us with quinner and then quinton, braden, and peyton are behind you guys. and kesh and kirby aren’t ready to deal with us bc it’s too damn early so they purposely chose the seats far away from us lol. and the other boys are just scattered throughout the plane
me+jamie+dyl - so we’re watching our movie and dyl falls asleep realllll quick bc he didn’t sleep at all in the airport. so then i help him get comfy bc besty things and i feel bad for him bc i think sleeping in airplanes is uncomfy lol. and then jamie cuddles up to me and i start playing with his hair🥺 so then he starts falling asleep again so ofc i help him get comfy and give him a blanket so he can sleep. and then while he’s sleeping i get to play with his hair and trace his freckles🥰 so then when he wakes up he just kind of mumbles “thank you baby” and i’m like “of course” and kiss him. and then they make me rewatch the movie with them and i’m just like “whyyyyyy” but then i make them play uno and poker with me so it’s all good. but then jamie gets bored and starts playing with my hair and braiding it🥺 and it actually turns out decent this time
kesh+kirby - perfect, amazing, adorable together. trying to keep us under control, but eventually just give in and ignore the chaos and pretend they don’t know us lmao
lexi+quinner(+ryan) - hehe yes lexi and quinner made ryan carry the coffee bc they’re too clumsy and then quinner drank a shit ton of it, but he still manages to fall asleep on the plane. and then lexi makes sure he’s comfy and starts playing with his hair, all while wearing his beanie ofc. but then you’re being super loud and competitive with ryan playing a ton of games and stuff. so then i’m like “guys stfu, jamie and the other guys are sleeping” and you guys are like “so what?” before realizing you really don’t want to wake everyone up. so then you guys shut up and start wandering the plane lol. but then eventually ryan gets tired and falls asleep and quinner wakes up and you guys are being all cutsie. and you’re cuddling and kissing each other’s freckles and then me and jamie chirp you guys bc payback lol
hehe yes first class bc rich boyssss. so we actually have pretty good food but the snacks are still better. and then eventually the guys just start throwing snacks to me bc it’s faster than handing them to you to hand them to me lol
and then we’re about to land so jamie’s pointing out things out the window to me and getting super excited, so ofc i’m excited too. and then we land and all get up fast af bc we’re not waiting for other people to get off the plane lol. also i pray to God that no one in our group claps when the plane lands bc that shit pisses me off lol. so anyways it’s just chaotic getting our stuff and getting off the plane lol. my baby hairs would be getting curly from the humidity, but the rest would just turn wavy. so anyways then me go through border control and me and jamie are holding hands and so are kesh and kirby but lexi and quinner can’t bc they both have sm shit to carry lol. and then we rent a car to take to the hotel and everyone’s just in a super good mood bc we finally made it
hehe then we finally get to our hotel which is nice bc again rich boyssss. and then me and jamie would share a room bc i’m broke lol and also bc i love him and want to be as close to him as i can😍 so then we put our stuff in our rooms and get ready to go to the beach. and then obviously all our boys are so impressed by us in our swimsuits, and each of them (jamie, quinner, and kirby) is just like “damn she’s gorgeous, how’d i get so lucky” and then some guy tries to like catcall me and jamie just death glares him lmao
hehe jamie just carrying me to the water “jamie i can walk myself yk” “ik i just love you, i want to carry you” “ok thank you bb” and then kesh and kirby ALWAYS together. swimming together, cuddling together on the beach, going to get food together etc. and then lexi and quinner racing and tackling each other into the waves and stuff lol. and i make jamie join bc i’m a competitive bitch lol and i obvi can’t just leave him alone. hehe getting pulled under by waves isn’t a problem for me bc i have good breath control lol. and then you and quinner and me and jamie could have moments😏 esp bc we’re in the water which makes everyone look extra hot. meanwhile the other guys are like all playing volleyball together or picking up girls lmao
then we all go shower to get ready for dinner. personally i never blow dry my hair and my showers are really fast so i would be ready fast lol. ooh lexi and kesh looking cute, lexi with her sleeveless shirt and flowy skirt and kesh with her sundress. i’m wearing shorts bc i basically refuse to wear anything else lol. hehe but i have a cute shirt that shows off a cute bralette so it makes up for my lack of skirt lol. and then the boys are just speechless bc of our outfits and they’re making sure to keep us close the whole night. oooh and then beach time at night😏
okkkk i love all of this and i’m so excited for part 4!!
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Kissing In The Snow: A Javid Fic
This fic is lowkey shit and I might literally post a new one to apologize for this, but have it anyway!
Final Word Count: 3.2k
Triggers: There’s a bit of an anxiety attack, and a reference to self-harm. I put an * before the attack and bolded the self-harm reference so you stay safe! Love you nerds!
The plan was originally to drive through the night. After all, it was a long-term trip, and we both had a pretty uncanny ability to stay awake. Since we had two drivers, we could switch roles every now and again. But we only made it until a few hours after dark.
I knew there would be snow. After all, especially around New York, there was always snow during late December. But that… That was the type of storm that we hadn’t seen in years. The only time I think I had ever seen that much snow was when my family had traveled to Canada and they were hit with a snow storm. It was magical as a kid in a warm, safe cabin. But now, as an adult, driving on a dark road with the life of my best friend in my hands, it was downright terrifying.
Jack wasn’t fully asleep when I started to consider pulling over. After all, it was only around 10 PM, meaning he was in the dozing part of the night. It was just dark enough that he couldn’t sketch in his physical notebook, and he had put in his earbuds to try and drift off. He had offered to drive, since he was sure I was sleepy from waking up at 5 AM to pack, but I assured him that I was wide awake. And I really was. Slamming three Bang Energy drinks in the span of two hours would do that to a guy.
Snowflakes had started to fall about an hour ago. They were small ones, barely making a dent in our view. But the longer I drove, the bigger they got. Bigger, thicker, and falling faster. I knew that if I was outside, I would be soaked within three seconds.
The wind howled, not for the first time, whistling around the car and nudging it slightly across the icy road in an attempt to push us off. I could feel my anxiety rising as I frantically tried to keep the car on the road while staying calm, but something must have tipped Jack off, because he sat up from where he was curled by the window, stared at the weather, and looked at me with shock on his face.
“Jesus, Dave, it’s crazy out there!”
I felt my hands that I hadn’t even realized were clenching the wheel loosen at the sound of his voice. Despite the fact that I had just been talking on and off with him for seven hours, his voice still had a strange habit of making the world seem less terrible. Especially when paired with his eyes, wide, hazel-y green, and worried.
“Yeah,” I said, hearing that my voice was significantly higher than it usually was.
“Should we… Pull over? Find somewhere to stay for the night? We can’t sleep in the car, you’ll freeze-”
“I’ll freeze? Last I checked I’m not the only one who can contract hypothermia,” I cut him off, smiling internally at the ‘Mama bird’ side that was revealing itself (a side that normally only showed in dire situations or when one of their friends were injured).
“Yeah, but you’re a string bean. Nothing to you,” Jack pointed out. This was true, but only when compared to him. As the linebacker for Northwestern University’s football team, he had enough muscle on him to pass for a professional bodybuilder. It was funny that he was a football player while also majoring in art, while compared to the other players with their business and accounting majors. I knew he secretly hated the team, but he was playing football for the scholarship to put him through school, so it was either play or starve. Obviously, he chose to play.
I tried to take a left turn, starting to slope softly almost 50 feet away in order to be able to make the turn. It was still almost too much for the car, causing me to need to break completely to avoid hitting a sign that read Joanna’s Nightly Cabins and Bunks, 10 mi.
I felt my entire body tighten as I tried to steer without adding any additional momentum to our car careening across the ice. The tires were locked in place, and still sliding like the world’s most dangerous hockey puck. Jack had stopped talking, and was holding his breath right along with me as we continued to slide. Once we finally stopped, I put my head down on the steering wheel and tried not to cry from a simultaneous feeling of adrenaline and relief.
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I was shaking, harder than I had in a long time. I felt Jack’s strong, warm hand on my back, an anchor. He knew how my attacks worked, since he had seen me through middle and high school. They happened a lot less now, but that didn’t make them any better when they did hit, like a freight train of emotion and a loss of control. Where my lungs decided to say “I can’t do this anymore,” and stopped wanting to work. Where my face felt like it was set on fire, and my eyes were watering and I tired to keep everything under control but it all felt so hard and my thoughts were rushing and my heart was pounding in my ears and-
“It’s okay, Davey,” his low voice muttered.
Davey.
That damn nickname. The one only he had ever called me.
He was leaning over the gear stick now to hug me, pinning my arms to my side (I had… Old habits) He was rocking, his hand on my heart as he counted the beats with me, whispering into my ear.
“Five, six, seven, eight…”
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Once we got to sixty, I had calmed down a bit. I could breathe now, at least, and I had stopped crying.
“I think I’ll drive us the rest of the way. Is that okay, Dave?” Jack murmured. He was still holding onto me tightly, as if I could break at any moment.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding worn like it always did after an attack.
The moment I felt him pull away, I missed him. After all, he really was quite warm, and there was a winter storm outside. At least, that’s what I tried to tell myself.
I opened the car door, and heard Jack do the same behind me. The road was icy, icier than we should have been driving on. Then again, I guess that was kind of the whole reason we were dipping out rather than driving through the night.
As we were walking, I could feel my Timberlands beginning to lose the battle between gravity and friction. I looked up in an attempt to keep my balance, and saw Jack begin to topple. I instinctively reached out my arm to catch him, and we both spun in some strange, ice dance to keep our balance. Finally, Jack slapped the hood of the car to tether us both, hard enough that the alarm started to beep, shattering the night with its high tones.
Jack looked at me, and down at my arm, which I just noticed had somehow snaked around his waist in the struggle. I dropped it quickly, feeling my face heat up despite the snow, smiling awkwardly. Jack just patted my shoulder, and began to chuckle. A soft, not full-blown laugh at the situation. I found myself laughing right along with him.
His laughter had always been contagious.
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“This is delux,” Jack grinned, unrolling his travel blanket onto the singular bunk bed. Joanna’s Nightly Cabins and Bunks turned out to be a dingy collection of cabins owned by an old woman looking to make a buck and offer hospitality to travelers.
“I’m glad you pulled over, you’ll catch your death in that type of storm,” Joanna said from the doorway, making sure we had enough blankets and brain cells to survive the night. The cabin was small, with a few bunks lining the walls. There was a hot plate on top of a little fridge, but the electricity had been kicked out from the storm, meaning those were both rendered useless. There was an oak door leading to what I guessed was a bathroom, and a light rattling sounding above us for what I assumed was the heating.
“Thank you for having us for free, ma’am,” Jack said for the eight billionth time that night. Joanna just tossed her head back in a light laugh.
“A sweet couple like you, and three days before Christmas no less? It’s no problem, really. I’m all for holiday cheer. Have a good night, you two,” Joanna said, turning and winking behind her shoulder as she walked away. I made eye contact with Jack, and noticed that he was blushing just as much as I was. We waited a few minutes to make sure Joanna was completely gone to continue unpacking.
“How many times has that happened now?” I asked, hanging Jack’s scarf over a vent so it could dry overnight.
“What?” Jack said, turning from making his bunk to look at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“We had a list of all the times… People thought we were dating. Back in high school, remember?” I smiled slightly at the memory, thinking back to all the time we used to spend with each other in high school.
No one was surprised when we went to the same college, since we had spent so much of high school half joint at the hip. Even our mutual friends were convinced we were secretly dating. It happened enough times that one day, Jack whipped out a notebook and wrote down all the times we could think of being asked. We just kept adding, until college happened and… I honestly don’t know what happened to the notebook.
“Oh, yeah, that! I think Medda tossed it out on accident… But we have our memories, right?” Jack said, regret flashing in his eyes. I just smiled at him sadly.
“Yeah. So, what time should we get going in the morning?”
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It was probably midnight when I heard a loud, metallic bang.
I sat up sharply, scrambling out of the sheets to make sure that Jack hadn’t hit his head and died from the top bunk.
“Dave, you okay?” Jack asked, glancing at me from his mattress.
“Did you hear that?” I questioned, gesturing to the ceiling where I had heard the bang.
“What?”
“Some sort of bang… I think the heater went out,” I said, suddenly realizing I couldn’t hear the rattle of the heating anymore.
“...Shit. Should we get Joanna?” Jack asked. There was a beat of silence as we made eye contact, and it dawned on me that neither of us wanted to wake up this poor old woman to tell her.
This is the height of being gen z. I thought, realizing how screwed we were.
“It… It’ll probably be fine,” I stammered, sitting back on my bunk. The air was already getting colder, and the wind howled against the cabin.
“...Get over here. You ain’t getting hypothermia on my watch,” Jack said, rolling his eyes and gesturing to himself. I felt my face heat up for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night.
“A- are you sure that you’re-”
“Oh, can it Jacobs. I don’t need your sister sicced on me because I didn’t do what I could to make sure you survived the night,” Jack pointed out, sounding mildly annoyed. I would’ve been more convinced if I didn’t see that he was also blushing, and had that look… That weird look he got when he was looking at a pretty girl or guy.
This is totally platonic. I reminded myself, climbing the ladder while holding my blankets. Jack nodded at me, tossing all of our blankets over the two of us.
I didn’t think I would be able to sleep with him right there, but something about his body heat and the crashing energy drinks was enough to lull me to sleep…
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“Davey, you still sleeping?” Jack whispered. My eyes snapped open, and the events of the previous night hit me like a truck. I turned to look at Jack, who was still laying down beside me.
“Yeah,” I croaked. Jack nodded, and I felt him draw away from me.
Wait, away?
It was only then that I realized how close we are.
And that my head had been practically laying on his chest.
“Sorry,” I muttered, shifting away from him.
“It’s okay. Warmth, y’know,” Jack said gruffly, sitting up. I scooched away from him and climbed down the ladder, the cold air piercing my skin.
“We should get going soon… I’m sure Medda is ready to have my head for having you out on a night like that,” I pointed out, dashing to the assorted vents that had our assorted winter wear, half-dried.
“She could never, Dave, you know she prefers you,” Jack grinned, rolling his eyes.
“Well, she adopted you,” I pointed out. “She must’ve liked you enough to want you in her life forever.”
“She once threatened to take away my dessert privileges if we ever stopped talking,” Jack said, deadpan.
“Those brownies are no joke. I’m glad you were able to put up with me,” I chuckled.
“I don’t put up with you, Jacobs,” Jack said, self-deprecation seeping into his words. I stopped re-packing, and crossed the room to talk to him, being sure to drive my point home.
“Neither of us put up with one another, kay?”
“I- damn, Dave, makin’ us have a moment here,” Jack said, red creeping up his face. I stepped back, apologizing under my breath.
“No, no, it’s fine. You always had more of an emotional range then I did,” Jack shrugged, regret tainting his words.
A few minutes later, we were packed. Jack and I both had our jackets, scarves, mittens and hats on.
“I got it,” I said, grabbing the doorknob and pushing.
It didn’t budge. Not even a centimeter. I shook the door, throwing my weight onto it to the best of my ability.
“Let me try,” Jack said, grabbing my hand around the knob. I felt a sharp shock, and felt my heart kick into overdrive, pounding in my ears.
His hands were soft.
Jack was still struggling with the door, jiggling it aggressively.
“Its just a bit… Frozen,” Jack grunted, slamming the door with all of his linebacker strength. The door flew open, a few healthily sized pieces of ice spaying onto the fine bed of snow.
Jack had opened a door to a winter wonderland. Due to its remote location, Joanna’s Nightly Cabins and Bunks was peak stock photo winter.
The trees were frosted with white, like they were some sort of cake, or one of Jack’s drawings. There was a big, sprawling field with a few snow dusted cabins. The main house Joanna lived in was mostly cleared (we assumed she had cleared it herself… somehow), but by far the most shocking part was-
“Oh shit, my car,” Jack said, attempting to run across the lawn to the snow-covered lump that was his vehicle. This didn’t work well, since there was almost several feet of snow covering the ground. He had only made it about 10 feet when he collapsed into the drift, his legs having been unable to fight the snow.
I found myself half-laughing, despite being mildly worried as I helped him up.
“We are so screwed, Davey,” Jack said, his brow furrowing as his Manhattan twang set into his words. That’s how I knew he was really worried- his accent only set in when he was drunk, sick, angry, or stressed.
“It’ll be fine, I’ll call a plow, or a tow… We’ll find some way out of here,” I assured him, holding him by the waist so he wouldn’t fall. He leaned into me, obviously not against me touching him. Well, really it was his coat, but it still felt nice.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” Jack asked. I could feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket, probably the boys and our families asking where we are.
“I dunno… I might as well call now,” I shrugged, pulling out my phone and tapping on Google to find the number.
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“Thank you… Goodbye,” I said, just about to hang up when a powdery, cold something hit my back. I swiveled around to see none other than Jack, a small arsenal of snowballs beside him.
“Oh, you did not just-”
“I did, Jacobs,” he grinned maniacally. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re on!” I shouted, frantically grabbing snow and packing it into a solid ball. The snow was perfect for snowball fights, just the right texture. And I was wearing gloves, so it wouldn’t stick to any yarn on my mittens.
Jack pelted me with a snowball, hitting my shoulder with a solid thwack! I pretended to fall from the shock of the hit, then rolled towards him, tossing a ball at his neck. It hit him slightly above his collar bone, and I heard him laugh evilly as he ran towards me.
“YOU’VE MADE A MISTAKE FROM CHALLENGING ME, DAVEY JACOBS!” He yelled, attempting to grab me. I rolled away, standing above him with my superior five inches, and began to dodge snowballs, left and right while making my own.
“JOKES ON YOU, I LEARNED FROM THE MASTER-- SARAH JACOBS!” I screeched, hitting him in the head with a snowball.
“BUT I WENT AGAINST THE GREAT RACETRACK HIGGINS!” he objected, hitting my left arm.
“WHO LEARNED FROM SARAH JACOBS!” I shot back, hitting his lower thigh.
“AH, BUT YOU ARE NOT HER!” he pointed out, dashing away again in an attempt to confuse me.
“YES, BUT I AM HER BROTHER!” I said, dodging a ball from my right.
“THE MORE WATERED-DOWN VERSION, I SEE!” he shouted, attempting to dodge a ball coming for his torso and failing.
“OHO, YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!” I yelled, smiling like a fool and running towards him to the best of my ability. He grinned darkly, and I realized my mistake.
I was attempting to tackle a college football player. First string.
Before I could even comprehend how terrible of an idea it was to try and tackle a football player as an English major with limited athletics experience, I was on the ground and-
His lips were on mine.
Too passionately to be accidental.
His hand had somehow made its way to my back, and he was holding me like he had in the night. And… It felt right. More real and right and perfect then I thought it would.
I grabbed his face so I could feel him closer. Though I think a part of me knew it would never feel close enough.
He was doing this thing, I think to keep us warm, where he was rubbing up and down my back to keep the heat. And he kept letting me pull him closer while we just laid there, kissing in the snow.
Kissing in the snow. A romantic concept, one that lovesick teens would only dream of doing. Kissing two days before Christmas. Kissing like it wasn’t the end of the world, like we had all the time in the world. Kissing my best friend. Kissing the man who knew how to get me back when I was drifting.
Kissing in the snow. Because sometimes, snow and too much time wasted away from each other was enough to make a teenage dream come true.
And maybe I was okay with a winter teenage dream.
I was okay with kissing in the snow.
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Is that AUSTIN CARLISLE? Wow, they do look a lot like CHARLIE GILLESPIE. I hear HE is a SEVENTEEN year old high school JUNIOR. Word is they are a REGULAR student at Luxor Academy. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and CALLOUS, but on the bright side they can also be CONSIDERATE and AMBITIOUS. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [CB, 21, EST, SHE/HER]
basic stats:
full name: Austin James Carlisle
birthday: September 1st
sexual orientation: Heterosexual
birthplace/hometown: Oxford, Massachusetts
eye color: Light hazel
hair color: Brown
height: 5′10″
siblings: One twin sister, two older brothers
parents: Amelia, an architect, and Eric, a psychiatrist
biography
Out of all the Carlisle children, Austin was certainly the easiest one growing up. Ever since him and his twin sister were born, he was all smiles - even as a baby, he rarely cried. He was just always so happy, seemingly.
Because he was so agreeable as a kid, his parents put him into a lot of extracurriculars as a child, since he seemed to enjoy being around others so much. He did soccer, basketball, even ice hockey - but despite his love for sports, the one activity that really stuck with him was music
He got his first guitar at ten years old, and ever since then, he never put the damn thing down (much to his parent’s dismay, as it could be more than a bit loud at times ...)
Despite the noise, his parents were mostly just happy that he had something to be passionate about. They pushed and pushed for him to perform in school talent shows or audition for plays, but music was the only thing Austin was ever really all that shy about. As much as he loved it, it was his own little private thing - he certainly wasn’t doing it to impress anybody.
Things went pretty smooth for Austin up until his freshman year of high school, when he was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a form of bone cancer in his left tibia
Cancer meant chemotherapy and surgeries and missing a lot of school, not to mention quitting all of his sports teams. The weight of it all crushed his family, and he knew that, which made him feel especially guilty.
Not only was he guilty, but he was frustrated. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t always happy and funny and joking around. He lost all of his hair and ended up being in a wheelchair for almost six months after an intense surgery on his leg. During this time, he rarely went to school, and if he did, he mostly kept to himself. Of course, everyone was overly kind to him, but he wasn’t particularly interested in anyone’s pity. He wasn’t particularly interested in anything, in fact. He missed being healthy so badly, being able to do whatever he wanted.
Thankfully, the treatment worked, and he was declared cancer-free at the beginning of sophomore year. Getting back to normal wasn’t easy, but being so young meant that he bounced back rather quickly, and was excited to get back into sports and school and being his regular self.
His perspective on life changed greatly after the whole ordeal, and over the next months, he made it a point to not turn down opportunities and make the best of things. He went on a number of trips, to Argentina with his family, camping in Maine with his friends, even a spring break trip to Miami (shoutout to his fake ID). He still has his struggles with lingering side effects from his treatment, but overall, he appreciates life much more now
He also finally began playing the guitar and singing in front of others, albeit not a whole audience - usually just family and close friends. After graduation, he wants to pursue a career in music. He has no idea how to do that ... but he figures he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it
And that is all on my boy Austin!!! My name is CB and I’m super excited to bring him here :) if anyone wants to plot pls pls message me - I’m down for whatever! Hope you guys like my boy <3
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13 Things That Annoy Me At Hockey Games
I haven’t posted in a while. I started a new job and hockey season was A LOT, but I think during the off season I may need to revive this blog in order to fill my Hockey Cravings. I say offseason because The Dallas Stars done did me dirty again and are missing the playoffs. Obviously I will be supporting Vegas this year, but things won’t be the same without my Stars Boys. THEY’RE GOOD BOYS, BRENT.
Anyway, at the last Stars home game of the season I started crafting this list SO, without further ado, here is:
13 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME AT HOCKEY GAMES
1. People who wear the jerseys of teams that aren’t playing
Are you lost bud? It’s Senators vs Stars and here you are, bold as brass, wearing your goddamn P*trick K*ne jersey in THIS, MY ARENA. I’M SORRY YOUR TEAM IS BAD THIS YEAR – DON’T TAKE IT OUT ON MY SENSE OF ORDER. And NO just because Minnesota also wears green doesn’t mean you can escape my watchful eye. Minnesota is a SORE SUBJECT and in this house we respect The Dallas Stars.
2. People who look at you funny when you’re loud and into the game.
If you wanted a nice relaxing night out then you’ve come to the wrong sporting event my friend. I get that you have oodles of cash and season tickets are a status symbol for you, but I paid a lot of damn money (relative to my itty bitty salary) to be here and I’m gonna enjoy myself, dammit! I will yell in support of my boys. I will drink a beer or two. I will get tipsy and loudly complain about how our offense is being incorrectly utilized. If you try to complain about our goal tending I will argue with you. I am living my best life and your stinkeye will not deter me.
3. People who start goalie chants
I don’t care if we are playing the Blackhawks, goalie chants are a garbage way for garbage people to act. If you try to start one in my section I will chant over you before you can get a foothold. It’s just mean. Go buy an 8 dollar hot dog.
4. People who scream at the players
I’m all for loudly enjoying the game, but when you start to screech at the ice like a possessed grackle I have to draw the line. We’re in the nosebleeds. The boys can’t hear you and if they could I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate your nonsense.
5. People who manspread in tiny little seats
I get it. You’re tall and you have balls and these seats are made for children. But nobody’s balls are that big, buddy. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a larger lady myself and I manage to stay in my allotted space just fine. If you spread your legs into my bubble I will be spreading right back. Get ready for some uncomfortable Knee on Knee action until you get back the fuck into your seat space. Your knee should not be crossing the line the armrest makes into MY territory and you will learn this lesson, SO HELP ME GOD.
6. People who yell curse words or slurs
I understand if we have a beautiful chance to score, miss it, and a “FUCK” slips out a little louder than intended. And obviously if a ref makes a bullshit call, the appropriate response is “BULLLLLSHIIIIIIIT,” but when you’re purposefully screaming obscenities as loud as you can at the players, regardless of intention, we’re gonna have a problem. There are kids around and your ass is drunk and obnoxious. I’m sorry you don’t understand the game and you’re bored because you have the attention span of a hamster, but learn some etiquette. And if slurs are involved? Oh buddy. I’ve never been ejected from a game, but I’m willing to give it a shot if it gets you to shut your mouth. And I’m not just talking racial or queer slurs – if you use one of those, you’re as good as dead – I’m talking gender slurs too. If I have to hear some entitled white boy call a player a “bitch” or a “pussy” one more time I might just lose it. So be a decent human being, please.
7. People who wear jerseys as dresses
I know you’re sexy and you wanna show off your freshly waxed legs. I understand. But this is a WINTER sport. It’s COLD in here. And I know you’re cold too because you have 4% body fat and the seats in the boxes are leather. Just wear some leggings! You’re gonna be a lot happier! And you’ll still look hot, I promise. Tyler Seguin isn’t going to fuck you though, and for that I’m truly sorry.
8. People who wolf whistle the Ice Girls
Those girls are making minimum wage and spending half of every paycheck on their own cosmetics for games in order to wear bras on the ice and put up with every drunk, middle-aged piece of shit’s attempts at flirting. Just leave them alone. You’re not funny. I’m sorry your wife left you. Go home Dan.
9. People who yell at players and beg them for a puck at warm ups
I know Jamie Benn was GONNA give that puck to the five year old with a cute sign, but now that you screamed at him twelve times to give it to you, a 20 something asshole, he’s changed his mind! What’s this? He’s climbing over the glass to shake your hand? He’s giving you his jersey? AND HIS CAPTAINCY? My god, it’s a good thing you harassed him all warmups. What a day for you. I’m deaf in one ear because you wouldn’t shut the fuck up, but I guess that’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make.
10. People who try to get on the glass during warmups – even though there are no spots left
I got here at 6:00 PM, when the doors to the arena opened, so I could get a halfway decent spot on the glass for warmups. You don’t get to saunter in at 7:10PM for a 7:30PM game start and shove your way to the front. I’m sorry you weren’t prepared for this evening. It is not my fault and no you cannot squeeze in next to me there is NO ROOM for your TARDINESS. You take the hand that was dealt to you!
11. People who shout “SHOOT” or “SKATE” loud enough for the whole damn arena to hear.
The only time this was ever okay was when some guy in the terrace below us screamed “SKATE FASTER” with such relatable desperation that my friends and I could not stop laughing about it for the rest of the game. Unless you are that guy, doing us all a service as we suffer through this nightmare, please keep your Advanced Hockey Strategies to yourself. Yes I wish they would shoot too. Yes I know Hitch’s defense first approach has killed our offense everywhere but our first line. Yes I know you see a shooting lane from above that the players on the ice can’t see. I get it Scott. I understand. It’s okay. We’re all in this together. Now be quiet and suck back the soda in your 9 dollar commemorative plastic cup.
12. People who boo their own team
B I T C H. IF YOU CAME HERE TO BE A NEGATIVE FUCKING NANCY YOU CAN GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. These are my BOYS. Even when they hurt me like this they are my BOYS. BOO THE OTHER DAMN TEAM YOU MONSTERS.
13. People who leave the arena early when we’re losing.
We all have to work tomorrow, Susan. We’re all disappointed that it would take a miracle to win this game now. But if you THINK I’m gonna abandon my TEAM in their hour of need, you got another thing coming. I am here til the BITTER END. So GO. Beat the traffic – but I know where your true loyalties lie.
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Solus Vetra, Modern AU
Title: I have the Best Work Stories Ever
Rating: T
Characters: Unnamed New Guy, Solus Vetra, Pre Vizsla, Akaan Kast
Summary: A new guy gives a first person run down of the wildest day in his blossoming Kyr’tsad career. Solus shows off what makes her a total badass. Assume they’re operating within an American HQ.
Notes: This was inspired by the introduction scene of Natasha in Iron Man 2. You know the one. There’s a lampshade for it.
Being the New Guy always sucked. If there is someone to be blamed for something going wrong it will be you. Food and coffee runs also became your job without your approval. The really sadistic bastards made up things for you to find on wild snipe hunts to supposedly find. No one cared if you have known each other half your damned lives (looking at you, Conner, who has shared my room for ever family thing since birth) because you are Fresh Meat. If leaving out key information could result in something funny they just had to do it. Because all that matters in the end is there’s a new di’kut around HQ to be tormented until the next batch arrives.
Take for example, no one telling me that Vizsla’s personal assistant was one of those vode. Basic warnings were given (because they’re all shebs but they’re not intentionally malicious shebs) about how things ran. Careful with the loud noises if her name is highlighted red on our intra-communication network, don’t mind the black Husky in the service vest (his name is Sen and they openly argue with each other), and the sweet black and silver Cadillac CTS V in the parking lot is hers. It was to be given a wide berth and never, ever startle her when she’s getting in or out. Things can (and do) go sideways with sparks.
Getting to their sheb quality was no one ever braced me for what she looks like. See, Solus Vetra is one of those bathed-in-the-blood-of-the-Ka’ra, born-in-a-fiery-burst-reeking-of-Mandokarla, my-loyalty-is-only-to-the-true-Manda’lor names. Anyone who knows their history knows Aliit Vetra was one of those old school families; as in ancient old school. The kind that is (still) dripping money, are very proud of being Mandalorian, and who have the past to make Renaissance Borgia look tame and never got caught doing any of it. So, this petite, smoking hot, white haired, Asian chick was not who I pegged for Solus Vetra. (In fact, I found out my pick for Solus Vetra out of seeing the Higher Ups was actually Bo-Katan Kryze...a different level of Traditionalist asskicker but not the PA) Every single time I had seen Vetra she was dressed to the nines, wearing labels even I know mean Wealth, and darting around with her face buried in a tablet and wearing this tweaked Google Glass display. Basically, I would have bought her as one of the Duchess’ people before Vizsla’s...well ever. There was too much Silicon Valley Tech Start Up in her look.
Assuming makes an ass out of you and me as the saying went.
Near a month into my tenure with the company was when the Day of Reckoning all went down. In the span of three hours she went from Pepper Potts with her unruly boss and love of art to Natasha Romanoff with everything you would expect of the world’s best spy. (Seriously, I want to know if we have a Black Widow Program and if that’s where we found her. Because she is scary.) First, came The Argument with the Boss that would have made a lesser man piss himself. Few hours later, she popped up in the gym sparking The Beat Down to her vocal heckler. It cemented her as Certified Badass in my mind and shot her to the top of my “Never Ever Fuck With” List.
The Argument was held in an adjacent meeting room to the fourth floor supply closet at 10:23 AM. I was down there looking for this weirdly specific ink cartridge for our satanic printer when this feeling of doom washed over me. I swear the room dropped ten degrees while clicking suddenly picked up. It was like gearing up for a boss fight in the wrong area of a video game. You just knew shit was about to go down and it was not going to go in your favor at all. Instead of some kind of insectoid monster making the noise it was the rapid fire click of $1200 USD, real python pumps (I got curious enough to Google how much her red soled kicks cost and the answer is more than my rent) beating down on the tile floor with a Purpose.
I have to say a Smart Man would have waited for the danger to pass and ran away. This is where I say I am not a smart man. Di’kut is the right title for me because I stayed to eavesdrop...and maybe a little (a lot) of stunned silence freezing me into place. See, she cornered ‘Alor in the recently emptied meeting room with this chilled civility. I heard the door close with this crisp professionalism (how is that even possible?) before she started reaming him.
It turned out Vetra was a Smart Person because she had a lot of languages to yell in. I lost track of the clearly individual ones after the five mark. Whatever he did (I speak English and Mando’a with some passable Spanish to her rapid fire Everything) it had to have been bad if she was suicidal enough for this. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows Vizsla can be a giant kad when he feels like and he always feels like it. When he started yelling back I had the kneejerk reaction to go help her. Again, Vetra is Small and I am a Dumbass. Before I could move, her voice shot up a couple more decibels in the angriest (and I had Dred Priest overseeing part of my training) Mando’a to have ever been uttered. Then it was drop a pin and hear it echo for eternity silent.
Conner sent three texts while I was holding my post (and my breath) behind several stacks of xerox paper. Just to keep him from blowing my cover I shot back it was taking a while to dig around and he left me alone. It was a good thing because without their yelling-and with my luck-I would have gotten busted. Until this, I would have picked getting busted by Vetra...every time really. I knew what she looked like smiling in a good mood without someone dying. A’lor only smiled when things were going to shit for someone else. Now...now it was way harder. Since she had the gett’se to get in the Manda’lor’s face and live. But, he was not only a giant kad but one who could survive her wrath. I had no winning options except to hope for a mercy kill from a heart attack or something.
My internal strife stopped when I heard them pass by the closet door and they were...laughing? What in the hell had I missed falling down that rabbit hole? Twenty minutes ago she threatened to cut his gett’se off and parade them around with the stick he kept up his ass. Now, they were friends? What kind of fucking magic did he just pull? Could I learn it? Holy Shit. Pre Vizsla knew how to laugh? Without murder and chaos raining down around him? What kind of magic did she have?
Keeping it on the safe side I waited another ten minutes to return to my desk.
Witnessing The Beat Down was one of the best things to happen in my twenty years of living. Seriously, it came straight out of a movie it was so unbelievably awe-inspiring to see. Angels sang, the lights of the heavens shined down, and I watched the best ass kicking to have ever went down this year and possibly ever. A little digging around and the offer of enough uj cake even got me a full on video of the event. It makes the bad days better in twenty-five seconds.
Everything kicked off when I stopped by our gym when my shift ended at one. The shellshock from overhearing The Argument kept my head shoved pretty firmly up my ass. (I mean, that had to go down in some kind of history right? PA owns Manda’lor with words alone. It was going down in my history.) Conner picked up on something being off enough to leave my ink cartridgeless ass alone. I think he assumed I walked in something I shouldn’t see. Namely that nympho from Recruitment climbing some of the ground team guys...again. Why in the hell he was into men who could pass for hockey goalies, missing teeth and all, I would never know...fucking Canadian.
Somewhere between changing into workout gear and returning to the main room Vetra had shown up. Okay. I mean, I guess anyone could work out here and she was a Vetra? I had to assume she had at least basic self defense training. That had always been a huge part of the Mando Culture, especially with the Traditionalists. On second glance, I saw she was still in her outfit of the day. She even had her tablet with the intention of getting Kast to sign something. That made way more sense. Yeah, she would square off verbally with her boss but this would not be a verbal battle. Knowing how to defend herself was important; throwing the ground forces around moved away from that. It went more into the, “This is going to horribly wrong. Why are you brushing up the Basics with them?” because they could break her.
Remember, how I said I’m a dumbass and not to make assumptions? This is a good time to remember that I am one because I made the same mistake twice.
But, so was Akaan Kast.
See, Akaan Kast was a cycle ahead of me in training with a reputation for being both a bully and a show off. He thought because he was directly assigned to a company in HQ he was a Big Deal. “Kasts are always around the most powerful," he liked to brag, “Because we are the most powerful and recognize our own.” However, that did not get him an invitation into the Nite Owls or the A’lor’s personal company. Both ate him alive even if he refused to acknowledge it. (If I toasted the gods for that good fortune a few different nights no one had to know.) He also had this Thing for trying to impress Traditionalist girls. (Don’t ask me what it was because I tuned it out every time he tried to pontificate on the subject.) Plus, Priest liked the guy and that is all anyone needs to know.
Point was Kast was being up to his usual antics and Vetra was taking None of It. Everything in her body language screamed “Predator ready to maul a man’s face off” masked behind this stone cold smile. Picturing her with pinned back ears and bared fangs looked too right. All she wanted was him to sign something on her tablet but he was being Difficult. The last man who made her life Difficult was chewed up and spit out with words alone. This was going to be funny as hell to witness.
“Kast, sign,” she huffed while jabbing the tablet into his chest. “Then we both can get back to our jobs.”
“You can call me Akaan and I’ll call you Solus,” he started off in complete ignorance. Except not. He clearly knew he was riling her up. “What if we trade instead? You get a true combat lesson then I’ll sign.”
“Kast, do you damn job. Sign now. That’s an order.”
“Can you really give orders as a personal assistant? Thought you job was to fetch coffee and answer phones.”
All eyes were sneaking glances at them by this point but no one was stepping in. I was a little confused. Some of these people had to have been around when Vetra first come through. Some of them even looked amused at her being hassled. I knew Kyr’tsad had a Reputation but I thought taking care of their own was part of it. Letting Kast be a kad to their own wasn’t taking care of her.
“If I’m echoing an order of the Manda’lor I can.”
“Just a fifteen minute lesson? It's been a while since you've been out in the field. Wanna make sure you can keep that pretty little head on.” I gagged at this point. How disgusting could someone be? How could he thing this was even going to work in his favor? Was she supposed to be impressed with his only okay muscles and terrible (Ba’buir would call it Americanized) attitude? Did he really think insults would work?
“Fine.”
Anyone who has ever met another human being knows fine is past “Fuck You” on the Scale of Responses. But, Kast looked pleased with himself while Vetra pointedly left most of her belongings on a bench. Which was a lot of belonging to just be moving around the office. Tablet, Goggle Glass, ear piece, earrings, watch, bracelet, shoes, cell phone, suit jacket, and top shirt? I guess if I paid that much (I had no idea the real price but I could only imagine) for a button up I would avoid getting it dirty too. Course I’d never pay who knows how much for a shirt no matter how soft it was.
I edged closer to their makeshift ring to see what was going down. Fantastic choice on my part. See, Kast made some off-handed comment about the cutesy tattoo he could see through her undershirt. He asked what it was prompting her to offer a clear view; a colorful Barn Owl nestled on her hip. Here, Barn Owls had a special meaning because they were only for the Nite Owls. The Nite Owls, being Kryze’s personal team of unmatched Spec Ops ghosts who could probably destabilize an entire first world country over night or something ridiculous. So, Huge Deal.
I put several fragments of thoughts together all at once; Kast did not. He asked why she had that Mark of Honor. Made some vague comment about why it was important “just a personal assistant” could not just wear it around. As the cherry on top he even tried to lecture her on the rules and demanded it be removed. I could detect the jealousy in his voice. He wanted one of those tattoos and would never get one.
Have you ever seen a six foot, three inch wall of could have been Alabama linebacker get his ass handed to him by about five feet and some change of definitely could be a model? I just did. It. Was. Awesome.
Before he could finish his spiel she had him on the ground. Not with dirty shots, simple but effective basics, or even an unexpectedly lucky flail. Hell no. It was like watching absolute poetry in motion. A twist of the hand in front of her face, launching her body up and over his arm to flip him forward, with his neck trapped between her thighs and his arm pinned. That held down hand looked like it was really hurting with the way she had it twisted. Everything Solus Vetra did in that moment was built to show the fuck off. When I said Natasha Romanoff I meant it.
He tapped out and she waited a few seconds longer before releasing him to gracefully rise. “Your lesson got my suit dirty. I’ll have payroll deduct the dry cleaning costs from your next check. Providing there is one of course.” In a flash she popped back up while he remained sprawled in an undignified heap. Hands on her hips, red lips pulled into a feral smile she looked down at him, “I’m the Alii'alor of Vetra and a Nite Owl within Kyr’tsad. I earned my colors and you have earned nothing. You challenged both my honor and my authority. Good luck explaining that one to A’lor.”
I have no idea if I am in love or if I am going to be scared for my life from here on out...maybe both...definitely both. At least, Kyr’tsad is fun to work for if it is a hot mess.
#caff the writer#caff writes#solus vetra#c: more than you bargained for#au: i'm the devil in the details#akaan kast#unnamed pov character
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Killer Kyoudai AU (pt. 3)
AU: The Killer Brothers are Magnum Ace’s brothers and the Silver/Fighter Brothers were made just to counter the murder sprees they go on as detectives. They also adopt Magnum at one point.
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 12:50 AM
they're scared of them and they're scared of them
Chaoit-Today at 12:50 AM
but they know that they're not welcome
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 12:50 AM
…geez, how to get around this
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:50 AM
Garret
Chaoit-Today at 12:51 AM
oh that's gonna be fun
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:52 AM
The UN is gonna be a major part of this and they're gonna bite hard. They don't buy out SC, they buy out a middle class League team and rebrand all the mechs and femmes for war. But they take it to the field.
Chaoit-Today at 12:54 AM
and holy shit it's going to be fun for SC
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:55 AM
This team rebrands as a casting call to all those who were Iron Soldiers. They named their teams after letter combinations and their moves based on things like the Black Box, X Section, and Dunk Guns. It's not a fun reminder for everyone who sees this and knows...
Chaoit-Today at 12:55 AM
because how are they supposed to relax or practice when the Killer bros are in their base? and mental games ahoy
They have to work it out. This is where things look better. They have to work together for this threat, and it's been about a year that they've joined SC.It goes...
Bad ➡ Good ➡ Better ➡ Gets Worse ➡ Oh shit no it's bad ➡ Gets better ➡ Tear jerker happy ending. We're at "Good" now
Chaoit-Today at 12:59 AM
that would be good
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:00 AM
This is where they start to get along and actually practise during the day. The team try to play as soon as they wake up but due to their neglect of their newer members, they noticed the KK are nocturnal now, as they'd do everything when SC was asleep. So they push them to sleep closer to sunsets to wake up at daybreak, and they slowly work them back into a normal schedule. They play baseball together, soccer, and a bit of hockey but that's dropped when the season is all soccer and baseball.
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:04 AM
I would like to point out that you writing 'oh sh!t no it's bad' on the plot chart fills me with terror
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:04 AM
The KK talking outside of each other for once as Magnum has a whole day planned for his main team to force the KK to speak up to win at practice. It works after day 42 of this and Killer B shouts during baseball, "Outfield, catch it already!" and since it's Magnum's plan for this, Windy jumps to catch it as told.
(( Thank you! ))
Integrating them into after games activities other then Ruri forcing them to watch TV with the team include; showering with the team at a comfortable distance, going to festivals, going on walks with Juurouta to clear their minds and souls a bit, and just having fun in general.
Chaoit-Today at 1:08 AM
((yeah, it kinda scares me too))
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:10 AM
(( I feel flattered! 😇))
Top Joy winding a wet towel and snapping it at Killer Q's aft in good nature in the shower as he's not looking...
Killer B gasps, expecting his brother to break down or scream. But Killer Q just balls his fist, turns on Top Joy, and wraps Top Joy's face in a towel. "Eat cotton, pinky!" Q cries as everyone laughs, especially Killer B.Going to sleep and snuggling just because they want to instead of in fear.
Chaoit-Today at 1:14 AM
just flings it at Topjoy's face
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:15 AM
Wraps it. Threw it to surprise him, and pulls in tight in a knot to make sure it stays! He deserves it!
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:15 AM
it makes a 'whap' and top joy yelps in surprise, but the noise he makes it just too funny
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:16 AM
Killer Q walking out of the shower, hips swaying and shoulders bouncing as today's the first days he's been carefree for so long.
Mixing oils with Lavenders to see what they can take in late night after practice games. "Chug! Chug! Chug! HE DID IT!"
Games start in summer, and it's spring. Valentines Day!
Killer Q and Killer B just wanting to retreat to their room because they're not Valentine fans. And Top Joy says, "You guys are the literal colors of VA day" and makes B almost pop out paint to hide it.
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:20 AM
valentine's day is my favorite holiday, LOL!
Chaoit-Today at 1:20 AM
Q would actually have his hands on the paint before someone stops him
Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:20 AM
ruri gets little cans of chocolate oils and hands them out to everyone. including the killer bros
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:21 AM
Q finds pride in rocking pink and Killer Q would down chocolate like air. Killer B would sip it regularly. Killer B trying to get Killer Q out of their before he thinks about getting drunk/overcharged and he's already drunk, okay this isn't ending well
Chaoit-Today at 1:24 AM
B having to haul his drunk bro's aft out of there and to their room
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:25 AM
Q just crying out like a kid, "But I wanna stay with the nice mechs! They don't harass us or hurt us! Please, can I stay?!"
*Pregnant pause*
The party grows quiet.
Chaoit-Today at 1:26 AM
B moves faster
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:26 AM
B flat out picks his brother up and fireman carries him out like "shit shit shit shit"
"In front of the team? Really?" B asks his drunk brother as he runs down the hall.
Chaoit-Today at 1:27 AM
dead lifts into a fireman carry and books it
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:28 AM
Bye felisha!
Killer Q was growing queezy from the bumpy ride, "But it's true... They don't hit us, and they help us..." he let's out a sad drunk noise. "I miss Magnum..."
"He's back there! You'll see him tomorrow!" B says as he books it.
"I miss Frontier... I miss Aniki..." Q groans on his shoulders
Chaoit-Today at 1:32 AM
"Don't throw up on me! We're almost there!"
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:33 AM
Killer B jumps down a stairwell more then use the steps but once he got to the private quarters, he stopped running and used the time to think. "My too Irepid. Me too... And you better wait till we get inside to puke, I have rags you ass!"
"I won't... it's just spital running down your back..."
"You always were the cute one, Q."
"Thank you... Wait, was that sarcasm...?"
"Oh look, pretty and smart!"
"Fuck... You..."
"Love you too, Q."
He shifts his bro on his shoulders so he can type the code in and goes into their room. He lays him down on his side and brings a bucket to him just in case. He gets a rag, places it in subspace and cuddles his brother from behind as he licks their door. Not tonight... They didn't want to be disturbed tonight.
Q purging about thirty minutes later and he just wakes up to a hand outstretching a rag from behind him. "Thanks... b."
"No prob, Q... Go to sleep when you feel better." He hugs his brother closer to him to reassure him as he wipes his face.
"I'm feeling more sane too... sorry for ruining Valentine's Day... And our lie..." Q said as he gripped the foul smelling rag.
"It's okay... They're smart... They'd find out eventually." B murmurs behind him.Q makes a sad noise. And he throws the rag across the room.
"Damnit! I miss him so much now! I used to not care, now I want Frontier back and it hurts to sleep without him!"
"I know... I know..." He pats his brothers back gently.
Chaoit-Today at 1:48 AM
((depending on if Ace is shipped in this or not, that's gonna be interesting))
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:48 AM
"We were such assholes! What the hell did Girochi make us that way for?!" Q growls. "It's not fair!"
((Ship as you please, I don't care!))
B can only nuzzle his back as Q just faints from drunkenness. He makes sure to sent positive waves to his brother's prone form. Everyone outside their door. Magnum had tried the code to unlock but he got a red lock screen. Well... He doesn't try to barge in and they all filter in as they heard Q vomit and rage.It's quiet in the hall until everyone but Magnum leaves.
'I miss Frontier... Why did Girochi make us... It's not fair!'
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 2:00 AM
NEXT DAY is a little awkward for everyone except Killer Q, he's got a hangover so he can't focus. He can't play with his stupor but B gets bombarded with stares. It's just... unnerving and he almost loses his edge while playing and having to stare at Magnum. Killer Q has reopened an old wound and hes feels lightheaded and just... he misses every swing he does and quits after strike 11. He tells his brother to follow him, he's not in the mood for playing today.
Q just falls on the couch as his brother fetches coolant to drink and sat at the end of the couch that Q wasn't taking up. Q groaned as he tried to find the remote.
B turned the TV on with the remote and handed it to his brother's searching hand. "Watch what you want bro. I'm going to sleep... We stayed up late last night..."
Killer Q only watched TV for twenty minutes before someone threw a blanket over him. He assumed it was B and snuggled up to sleep again. Killer B had been asleep for ten minutes before this and he too got a blanket and the empty coolant taken from him. Magnum watched them and turned the TV down low, not changing their environment too much just incase they had their Soldier systems.
He leaves the room to see everyone gathered at the entrance way to the room. Some were concerned, others just had neutral faces."Are they...?" Ryuuken asked quietly.
"They're asleep, yes." Magnum says in a quiet voice. "Don't be too loud on this floor if you don't mind."
Everyone was silent. The air was serious.
"Look... what we heard last night was an invasion of privacy and was a very personal moment." Magnum saids as he makes to look at everyone. "Even I shouldn't have been there."
"Personal? They're both breathing anxiety." Top Joy says in concern. "It's really bothering..."
"They both radiate fear, anger, and dark energies of all kinds," Juurouta said with a deeper frown. "With a cloud of happiness around it. We made leeway but it's far from enough."
"Who cares." Windy says as half his team look at him in shock. "They're apart of this team, so they'll have to spill eventually."
"Windy!" Magnum warns. "This is dangerous ground. We don't know what's happened to them since last time we've met. We need to treed carefully."
"Can't be as bad as what happened to Gold Mask or-" Windy was cut off.
"WINDY!" Magnum's voice raised just enough to drowned Windy out. "We. Will. Treed. Carefully."
That was Magnum's final sentence as he walks away. He calls back, "Please don't wake them up. It's easier for mechs who are sad to sleep in, it's also healthier."
He makes it to the room he wanted. A call room and makes his way over to a stall. He turns on the screen and types in some numbers. He waits two minutes before two faces show up on screen.
"Nii-san." Magnum says as he looks at the two on video chat. "I need your guidance."
"Magnum, we're close to practising, we can't stay long." Silver Arrow says as he looks at Spirits who was holding a few too many bats for him to handle as he moved them around for the team. "Is it about them?"
Spirits perked up and came running, the bats making a thub as Spirits dropped the bats to come over.
Magnum almost laughed but he continued nonetheless. "They miss Frontier... They miss being able to call me brother."
They looked between each other and they seemed to have a silent conversation. They looked back. "That's up to you Magnum. If you think they can benefit from this and you are comfortable with it, go ahead. But no one-sided stuff."
There was a Leaguer in the background that slipped on the bats."Gotta go, Magnum. Practise calls." Spirits says as 'Who's the f#cking genius who did this?' was heard before the screen went black.
Magnum sighs at the short talk and walked back to the room he'd found the KK in and they weren't disturbed a bit. He let out a happy smile as he notices a show he likes was on.
He looked around and closed the door quietly as he grabs an oil can and looks at the shared couch. He gently pushed Q's feet up to make him curl up and make room for him. He gently sat down, covered himself up with a secondary blanket and reached for the remote. He turned it up so he could hear his show when B stirred.His eyes never opened but his head boded in his tired state.
"Q... stop moving."
Q heard his name being called from the realm of sleep and replied, "You moved asshole... I haven't..."
They both reached their arms out sleepily to smack at Magnum's thighs, thinking they hit the other.
Did they....? Oh my god they were cute.
Magnum sat back as he smiled widely. "Goodnight... Nii-chan."
"Goodnight Q..." Killer B mumbled and drifted away.
"I love you, B... G'night..." Killer Q said as he fell asleep as well.
It's 11:56 AM.
They were adorable. Magnum undid his straw and drank as he watched his show for a while...
Chaoit-Today at 2:57 AM
((is magnum being a troll?
Minion tO WHO?-Today at 2:57 AM
1:19 PM
They were all asleep on the couch, Magnum leaning against Killer B and Killer Q on his side. They had never been so soundly in oblivion.
((Nope, he's genuine!))
Chaoit-Today at 2:58 AM
((yaaaay
#Shippu! Iron Leaguer#Iron Leaguer#Killer Kyoudai AU#AU#My Leaguer Tag#My Works#Killer Q#Killer B#Magnum Ace#Mach Windy#Bull Armor#Kiai Ryuuken#Ryuuken#Top Joy#GZ#Kiwami Juurouta#Owner Ruri#Ruri Gingo#Fighter Spirit#Fighter Arrow#THANK YOU IL DISCORD#LAST ONE THANK GOD
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he asks you out
5 weeks. That’s how long she’d been in Toronto for. Most days she’d gone to the arena to watch the Marlies’ practice or their games, and that day was no different.
“You coming?” asked Kappy, a childhood friend of hers. They’d known each other since he was born, since she was a year older than him. She’d been staying at his apartment and enjoyed every second she got to spend with her best friend. Sure, they argued sometimes and if they weren’t being sarcastic, people often thought something was wrong, but mostly it was just friendly bickering.
“Oh my god stop rushing me, this morning’s practice is optional so we don’t have to hurry,” she replied while choosing a sweater to wear. He was mumbling stuff like “women” and “I always have to wait for you”, so when she went to put her shoes on, she elbowed him in the ribs and told him to shut up. He rolled his eyes and on the way to the car, he proceeded to explain every detail from the previous night’s game. The car ride to the arena was short, not more than 10 minutes, and outside were waiting a handful of fans wanting a picture with Kappy.
“I’ll see you inside?” she chuckled and Kappy nodded and smiled. She had made the mistake of going outside with him before, only to be stared at like a freak. Rumours of her being his girlfriend had erupted only hours later and she did not want to deal with that again. She heard one of the girls exclaim that she’d gotten William’s autograph just minutes before, so she hurried inside to hang out with the glorious swedish god that is William Nylander. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his face; his blue eyes were to die for, and that damn smile of his always made her knees go weak. Once she reached the rink, she scanned the ice for that perfect flow of blonde hair, spotting him skating behind one of the goals. She sat down on the bench just by the rink, put her bag down and tightened her jacket around her; it always surprised her how cold the arena was.
“Well that was quick, it usually takes you a good 15 minutes to get here,” she said to Kasperi as he approached her, with his skates in one hand and stick in the other.
“Most of them had already left. Usually I’m not this late but this morning, for some weird reason, I arrived here later than most mornings,” he replied while tying his skates.
“Oh fuck you, we’re not even late! The practice hasn’t even started yet,” she said and rolled her eyes. She could see a familiar figure approaching them from the corner of her eye, and her hand immediately went to her hair, trying to smooth it out. Kappy smirked, knowing exactly why.
“Hey y/n, fancy seeing you here,” William said, propped himself against the railing and smiled. He glanced at Kappy, said a quick “hi what’s up”, turned away and focused his attention to her.
“Well hello Willie. Surprised to see you here this morning,” she replied and laughed; the 3 of them and some of the other players of the Marlies had all gone to a party the night before, and William had had a little too much to drink. She, among everyone else, had been sure that he would wake up with the biggest hangover.
“Why does everyone keep telling me that? I didn’t even drink that much,” he answered with a laugh, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up. He looked so freaking cute.
“Sure… because chatting up a lamp post is what sober people do,” she chuckled. Brendan Leipsic had filmed it all, she needed to remember to ask him to send that clip to her.
“It looked lonely! No one ever pays attention lamp posts! I was just being a nice guy,” he smirked. She shrugged a “sure” and gazed into his eyes. He was just about to say something when Viktor Loov and Mitch Marner skated over. William looked annoyed, but turned his head towards
y/n, mouthed the words “talk to you later” and winked. She blushed and tried to cover it up by coughing and smoothing her hair.
“Oh. You’re here. Again,” Viktor said with a sigh. She and Loov had never gotten along, they’d met each other at world junior’s a couple years back and had remained on bad terms ever since. They didn’t quite hate each other, it was more like a mutual dislike.
“Wouldn’t miss a chance to ruin your day,” y/n replied dryly and pulled her phone out. She really was not in the mood to exchange unpleasantries with him, so she decided to ignore him. Everyone else thought it was pretty funny how the two of them didn’t miss a chance to throw a remark at one another, and sometimes even she looked forward to making him want to pull his hair out. The coach blowed his tiny whistle to let everyone present to gather up, which meant the practice was about to begin.
“See you after practice?” Willy said and she nodded, mumbled “bye” and watched how he skated away. She was very eager to find out what he was about to say earlier, and could not wait to see him later on.
The practice went on, the boys played well and tried some new strategies. Most girls would probably find watching ice hockey practice boring, but not y/n. She had always loved the sport, and thought it was really interesting. And of course watching a handful of good looking guys work hard wasn’t unpleasing. One guy in particular… Before she could even realize, Kappy, Willy and a couple of other guys were skating towards her.
“Nice job! You guys are really getting better and better with handling the puck,” y/n said and offered the guys some waterbottles.
“Hmph. What do you know about hockey?” asked Viktor, and eyed her up and down very judgmentally.
“A lot actually, thanks for asking. I guess growing up in a family where most of the members play hockey, and one has years of experience in coaching teaches you what you need to know about it,” she scoffed and turned her attention to him.
“Well, why don't you go put some skates on and show us what you know, if you’re so good?” he asked in an overly sweet tone. She took a deep breath.
“Or, you know, I could not do that and just go on with my day,” she smiled back, trying to avoid what was coming next.
“Oh c’mon, y/n. Don’t be a pussy,” Look continued.
“Pretty sure I just said no, do you have a problem with understanding or hearing?” she said getting up and gathered her things.
“Hey, man, just drop it, okay?” Kappy said and poked Viktor with his stick. She tried to remain calm, but if that bag of dicks kept going then she would not be able to contain herself.
“Seriously, y/n, I don’t know what your problem is. If you’re such a hockey expert then I’m sure you can show us some sick moves. Don’t be such a stuck up…” he started but couldn’t finish before she opened her mouth.
“Shut the fuck up! I said no!” she yelled and spread her arms. Only Kasperi, William, Viktor and she were still there, the tension between them growing and growing. She didn’t care though, all she wanted was to beat this idiot’s ass.
“Did I hit a nerve there, missy?” he pushed smirking, obviously very pleased with himself. She would regret what she was about to say, but at this point she couldn’t stop herself.
“For fuck’s sake, I don’t know how to skate! There, I said it, happy now, you asshole?” she screamed and stormed off. Viktor mumbled and walked to the locker room, Kappy and a very confused looking William following him.
Y/n sat outside on a bench, focusing her attention to the cool breeze and birds singing. She had never learned how to skate, mostly due to the fact that her dad had always been so busy with coaching teams and her brothers. She hated herself for letting Viktor know it, and she was sure he’d use that against her in the future. Stroking her hand through her hair she sat back and exhaled. What a great start to the day.
“Hey there,” a familiar voice said and plopped down next to her. She felt her mood instantly brightening.
“Hello,” she replied and turned her head towards Will. There he was, sitting next to her like she hadn’t just gone crazy on his friend.
“I didn't have a chance to tell you this earlier, but you look really nice today,” William said smiling. It took her a minute to respond.
“Oh, thank you. You look good today too, you know, considering how big of a mess you were just a mere 12 hours ago,” she said and they both laughed. William’s laugh was one of her favourite things in the world. The way his head tilted back and his eyes closed just made her smile even bigger.
“Oh wow, we’re still talking about that. Last night was really fun though, I’m glad we got to go there,” he answered and kept looking at her.
“Me too, it really was fun. I like hanging out with you,” she said and turned her whole body towards him. They just sat there looking at each other for a while, not saying anything.
“So.. I kind of wanted to ask you something earlier,” Will started. Y/n felt her heart going faster. Was he going to…
“Oh yeah?” she smiled. He looked at his lap, fidgeted with his fingers and looked up to her. He seemed nervous.
“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” he blurted out. She froze. She could not believe what had just happened. Did William just ask her out?
“Um, sure. I mean, yes. I would really like that,” she blushed and pushed a little strand of hair out of her face.
“And since I have just discovered that your skill set doesn’t include ice skating… I thought I’d teach you, if you’re okay with that,” he continued and intensely looked at her. She laughed out loud at that.
“That would be nice. Just one night might not be enough to teach me that though,” she said coyly. He bit his lip before responding.
“Then I guess I’ll have to keep taking you out until you finally learn,” he said and winked. He reached for her hand and brushed his fingers on it. Out of nowhere Kasperi appeared.
“Hey, y/n, let’s go. I have stuff to do and I can’t be late,” he said before realizing that he had interrupted something. He smiled to himself and started walking backwards.
“Oh.. I’ll see you at the car in a few. Bye, William,” he continued, chuckled, shook his head and left. Y/n ja Will laughed awkwardly at that and stood up.
“So, I’ll come pick you up around 6?” William said and looked at her. They were standing really close to each other.
“Sounds good,” she smiled and glanced at his lips. They looked so soft and she saw them turn into a smirk. She licked her lips and William took that as his cue and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I’ll see you later then,” he whispered, winked once again, and started walking to his car. She brought a finger to her lips, right where Will had kissed her, and grinned.
“See you,” she said, probably not loud enough since he was already quite far from her. She went to Kappy’s car and saw him waiting outside.
“So, you guys finally going out or what?” he said and all she couldn’t help but smile. They sat in the car and left the parking lot. All of a sudden y/n gasped.
“What the hell am I going to wear tonight?!”
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@omgittybits this is superrr late but: prompt: baker bitty and bittyparse!! HOW DID THIS GET SO LONG?? IDK???
Kent Parson cut down on carbs after playoffs. He’s on the ice less but he’s conditioning more, and he’s in constant contact with his nutritionist slash trainer about his diet and training. Every morning he’s up at 7 am, drinks a glass of orange juice and eats a banana before going on a short jog around his neighborhood. Kent was 5′10 and a natural 165 pounds in a league filled with 6′4 and 200 pound giants, so he’s constantly shoveling steak, protein powder, eggs, fish, and yogurt inside his mouth. He has to put on enough muscle mass during the offseason, because when he starts skating, all that weight would start sloughing off of him because of the grueling schedule.
That’s why, when Kent was lured into Bit o’ Home by the bright “Grand Opening!” sign on his customary jog, he expected to buy himself something healthy and nutritious. Instead, he found himself laden with two pies, a chocolate smoothie (with zero nutritional value on account of the sugar), and a receipt for a preorder of a custom cake.
And Kent still hadn’t stopped talking.
“So I really want to wow my friends, you know, they’re always chir-teasing me about everything and you know, I’m a kill with kindness kinda guy,” he tried for a smirk. Kent didn’t know what he actually looked like to the cute guy manning the counter and he’s afraid to know.
“Oh really, you’re a kill with kindness guy?”
“Chyeah, my reputation is on the line here. So do you think that cake is enough?”
Cute Guy giggled. “Well, sir, I ain’t sure if this three tiered strawberry chiffon cake with candy kitten decorations will be done by tonight’s potluck-”
“That’s okay, that’s for next week, there’s another-um-potluck. In the mean time I’ll wow them with these pies tonight.”
“You haven’t even tried a pie yet, how do you know if they’ll wow your friends?” Cute Guy asked. “You know what, I’m going to give you a slice of each pie, on the house, since you just gave me the biggest order in this shop’s history.”
“You’ve barely been open for a day, you trying to butter me up?” Kent grinned.
“Depends on whether or not you come back tomorrow for more,” Cute Guy said.
When Kent left the shop, he looked down at his hands, holding three pie boxes for a potluck that he made up, and a receipt for a cake for another potluck that he made up.
“This is like that time you ordered pizza everyday for two weeks straight because you liked the delivery boy,” Swoops laughed into his phone.
“First of all, it wasn’t the delivery boy, I was just really into pizza, okay?”
“Right. Anyway you’re so tiny, at least this way you have a bunch of food at your house.”
“Shut up, you know I can’t actually eat this many empty calories. I have two steaks and a fuck ton of other food I need to finish today.”
“You want my help?”
There wasn’t any potluck that night, but Kent’s apartment ended up being invaded by hockey players clamoring for pie.
The next day, he went on his customary run, but instead of heading back to his apartment for a breakfast shake and bacon, he took a deep breath and stepped into Bit o’ Home. Tinkles of the welcome bell greeted Kent’s ears and he subtly slid into line. Cute guy enthusiastically smiled at him when Kent finally reached him, and today he’s got a pin on his apron (a cute as fuck apron) that said “Eric :D.”
“Hiya, Mr. Kill With Kindness! What can I get for you today?” Eric asked cheerfully, almost blinding Kent. “I trust the pies went over well?”
“Oh, um,” Kent remembered the orgasmic noises that emanated from his aprtment and how no of it had anything to do with sex. “Yep really destroyed them. That’ll teach Steve Carlsburg a lesson about saying that I never bring anything good.”
Eric giggled again, and Kent swore he could listen to him forever.
“So um, I’m just here today for a banana protein shake and uh...” Kent looked over the sandwich options, “a Jumbo Roast Beef Panini, a caesar salad, and two eggs benedicts.”
“Prepping for an intense workout, I see,” Eric rang up his order and said.
Surprised, Kent gave him a look and Eric laughed again.
“I used to live in a frat house with athletes, I know when someone’s eating up for something intense.”
“Well, you get out what you put in,” Kent said.
“If only, the heaviest I ever managed to get was 130,” Eric shook his head, and handed Kent his shake. “The rest of your order will be called out. Feel free to sit and chat!”
“Won’t your boss get mad at you for this?”
Eric waved a dismissive hand. “You just missed the morning rush, and I’m the boss! My mission operandi is for this to become a neighborhood fixture. Now you just sit comfortable while I go and refill Agnes and William’s coffee.”
Kent was so comfortable he was an hour late in his workout routing that day. Swoops complained, but Kent was lost in Bittyland. Eric “Call me Bitty” Bittle used to live in Georgia, went up north to Massachussetts for college, and is now in Vegas for the long haul.
And Bitty didn’t say this, but Kent is pretty sure he’s gay. Sure, there’s no rainbow flags around the place, but Bitty...Kent mentally slapped himself as he focused once more on spotting Swoops.
Way to stereotype people, he almost muttered out loud.
Heading to Bits o’ Home for a heavy morning breakfast became integrated into Kent’s routine. It wasn’t hard, Kent was sucked into Eric Bittle’s orbit the moment he walked into the store.
The day Kent came to pick up the three layered strawberry chiffon cake was the best day yet.
“He likes hockey,” Kent told Swoops as the two of them set out to demolish the cake. “He was wearing Falconer’s gear, and he talked his head off about how amazing the Falcs did last year, and how it was so sad that his ex boyfriend didn’t appreciate the sport as much as he did.”
“So he likes men and hockey.”
“And guess what, Swoops, I’m a man and I’m also hockey. Appreciate hockey, I appreciate hockey.”
“You gotta set him straight about the Falcs, he’s in Ace territory,” Swoops said.
Kent ignored him.
“I said, you have to set him straight. About hockey.”
“Parse.”
Kent continues to shovel cake into his mouth.
“I’m so punappreciated.”
Swoops get a face full of cake after that.
“Hmm, sounds like a handsome guy,” Jack teased.
“You stop that, Mr. Zimmermann. Did you know how hard it was for me not to brag about you when I was talking about the Falconers?”
“That must be such a terrible thing,” Jack said, his chirping tone evident. “Not wanting to use your dear old friend who definitely would not mind being bragged about, especially if it lands you a date.”
“Oh, you tall, sweet, chirp monster of a young man, don’t you take that tone with me, Mr. Amazing NHL captain!”
“Haha, anything for you, Bits. At least this one likes hockey, remember Chad?”
“Don’t remind me of Chad,” Bitty snorted. Thinking about Chad reminded him of fonder times. “Jack...”
“Oh, I have George on another line, talk soon, eh?” Jack switched the subject.
“Of course, I love talking to you, Jack.”
Bitty stared at his phone sadly. He tucked Senor Bun closer, and turned off his lamp light. He dreamed of smirks and freckles.
“So get this,” Kent said, as he handed the day’s cupcake to Swoops. “He gave these to me for free. And my shake was on the house today.”
“You know what this means?” Swoops bit into the cupcake and groaned.
“You gotta ask him out. Go to this baker angel tomorrow and ask him to get coffee or dinner. Put on that nonsense Parson charm or whatever and see if you can get some dick with that.”
Kent thought about Bitty, shyly looking down at him, cheeks red and warm from the body heat the two of them generate. Bitty’s sweet mouth kissing him, playfully swatting his arm. That one time Bitty came into the cafe in shorts and a tanktop that almost made Kent drop his drink.
The next day, Kent was a man on a mission. He sauntered into the cafe, called for his usual, and slid into his regular seat. He didn’t make much small talk with Bitty, but ran his lines through his head.
When Bitty called for his order, Kent put on his best smile. Bitty smiled back.
“So, Bits, you work here everyday?” He said.
“You see me everyday here, don’t you?” Bitty seemed to get the message though, and his expression turned shy and expectant. It was a cute look on him.
“Aw, and here I was about to ask you out for dinner on your day off.”
Bitty smiled that smile that made Kent warm inside. “I’d love to.”
“Well, we can’t all be dramatic and kiss the guy we want to date instead of just asking them out,” Bitty said into the phone. “I thought it was sweet.”
“Pretty cheesy,” Jack said.
“I liked it, he’s a sweet man. And he’s really funny,” Bitty defended Kent. “He’s taking me to this fancy Italian place near the Strip. Picking me up from my place and everything. And he’s been hearing me gabbing on about the shop and my life since the moment he’s stepped into the cafe, it’s time I get to know about him.”
“Are you serious about him? It’s only been three weeks.”
“He’s a good man, Jack,” Bitty insisted.
“I’m sure he is, I’m just worried.”
“It’s just a silly ol’ crush, I’m not falling in love or anything,” He fiddled with Bun’s ears, neglecting to say that he was sure he could.
“You don’t do anything by halves, Bits,” Jack said. Warned. Stated from experience.
“You give me too much credit, Mr. Zimmermann. You know, he still comes up with fake potlucks and parties in order to order more stuff from me? He loves his cat, he has a whole picture album full of her pictures on his phone.”
“Sounds like another Kent I know.”
“Really? How’s Kent Parson doing? You said you were keeping in touch with him?”
“Besides rubbing it in my face that his team won their conference finals? He’s doing fine, he was looking for restaurants the other day.”
“Lord, and he asked you? That’s the blind leading the blind.”
They soon said good night, and Bitty again clutched Senor Bun close and dreamt of blue eyes and freckled smiles.
“So, Kent, what do you do when you’re not talking to me in my store?” Bitty asked, across from him in the Italian restaurant that Jack had recommended to Kent.
“I play hockey, actually, for the Aces.”
Bitty’s eyebrows almost retreated into his hairline.
“Kent Parson?”
“It was kind of awkward to mention after the third time you talked about how amazing the Falconers were.”
Kent watched the emotions flicker across Bitty’s face; skepticism, surprise, and embarrassment.
“It’s my fault for not recognizing you, you’d think for all the Aces versus Falcs game I’ve seen that I’d remember what you looked like.”
“That’s fine,” Kent laughed, “I think everyone in the cafe knows about your gigantic crush on their captain.”
“Excuse me!” Bitty blushed, mortified.
“Fine, your gigantic man crush on him. Does that make it less gay? Want to make what’s between us more gay?” He tangled his foot with Bitty’s, enjoying the way it made Bitty blush. “And besides, I’m much more handsome than Zimms.”
They stumbled back to Kent’s place afterwards, giggling and whispering like children. Kent didn’t do much more than make out with Bitty on his sofa, any attempts to go further derailed by more laughing and little conversations.
“I have to go back now,” Bitty said apologetically.
“I’ll drive you.”
“It’s late, you can’t-”
“It’s late, I gotta make sure you’re safe.”
Kent saw how Bitty almost melted at his words, and kissed him again. “I’ll drive you back even if there’s three feet of snow outside.”
Bitty laughed. “That’s not as romantic as you meant it to be, Mr. Parson.”
“Oh? Tell me how to be more romantic, Mr. Bittle.”
Bitty’s eyes darkened, and he looked at Kent hungrily, before untangling himself. “If I do, then I’m afraid I won’t be able to get home on time.”
“Next time, then,” Kent led Bitty to the door. “I’d like this to happen again.”
“Maybe next time I can choose the restaurant, and you don’t have to resort to asking Jack about this. That boy is hopeless- Kent?” Bitty noticed how Kent froze. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jack was my former captain in college and we keep in touch. You know, neither of us knew you were Kent Parson when I was talking about you? But he did mention that you asked him about restaurants-are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Kent plastered a smile.
“...I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I just forgot about it during dinner,” Bitty explained, his eyes and voice earnest. But all of Bitty’s rants about how amazing Jack was was flooding into Kent’s mind, and he managed a weak smile and a peck as he saw Bitty off back to his apartment.
“Well, you know. Sometimes these things don’t work out. It’s only one date, I’m fine,” Bitty reassured Jack.
“I’m still sorry to hear that though,” Jack said. “And he hasn’t called or texted either?”
“I suppose because we saw each other practically every day, I didn’t get his number. And since he hasn’t been coming to the cafe...” Bitty sighed.
“I can give you his number if you want.”
“That’s okay, Jack. If he doesn’t want to see me, that’s fine. Sometimes these things don’t work out.” How many times have he said that? When things with Jack didn’t work out, when family didn’t work out, when Chad didn’t work out. At least with Kent it was quick.
“Bittle,” Jack’s voice was soothing. “It’s okay to let it out.”
“Sorry, it’s just with the shop just opening, and I barely know anyone here, and I thought it would be fun and he was so nice and sweet and I wasn’t expecting anything serious but. It’s just been a lot,” Bitty said.
“The NHL awards are coming up,” Jack said, “I’ve already planned to come over, but I’ll come earlier, spend some more time with you and you can introduce me around the neighborhood and the people that you do know?”
“That’s kind of you, but I can’t possibly-”
“I’ve driven up to Boston to crash at Shitty’s place for less. He’s pretty much a zombie now, by the way.” Jack pulled out his computer to change his tickets.
“I know, poor Shitty.”
“Can you stop moping?” Swoops flicked Kent, who was doing reps of leg presses. “Who cares about this guy who dumped you?”
“He didn’t dump me. We only went on one date.”
Swoops rolled his eyes. “Come on, get up, get up, go take a shower. We’re going to visit the baker. It’s almost closing time, you should be able to get some privacy.”
“What-no!”
Swoops all but tackled Kent and lifted him, carrying him into the shower.
“This is a bad idea.” Kent said when they’re almost to the cafe.
“What? You’re gonna march in there and show him the man meat that he missed out on.”
“This is a bad idea because I’m pretty sure he’s in love with someone else and he’s using me as a rebound.”
“Yeah? As if the person he’s into can beat a fucking pro athlete, where’s all that faith you have in yourself?”
They reached the cafe, only to see Jack Zimmermann in playful banter with a cheery blond.
Kent felt his heart broke. Swoops saw his expression, but before he can stop Kent from doing anything stupid, Kent had already marched into the practically empty cafe with a stony expression.
“Missed me, Zimms? Bits?”
The two of them stared at him, and Kent was sure of the guilty expression that flitted through Bitty’s face.
“I see you managed to get another NHL captain here once I’m gone,” the words were out of Kent before he could stop himself.
Bitty’s face crumpled and Jack’s hardened.
“I think you need to leave, now,” Jack said.
“Or what? I mean, Bitty I knew I was a rebound, but I didn’t expect you to snatch Jack up again this fast.”
Jack stood up. “I can’t believe this, Kenny-”
“Oh, and don’t you call me Kenny-”
“-You can’t just come in here-”
“-To this shitty place, just to see you two fucking around-”
“-I moved my trip to Vegas early because you were the shitty person-”
“-and of course the one time I get to have something you have to ruin it-”
“-He’s not a thing you get to have, how can you-”
“-FUCK you, Zimms-”
“-Oh, you can call me Zimms but I can’t-”
“Kent,” Oh, Bitty was in front of him now, with tears threatening to roll down his eyes. All the anger Kent had left him, and all it left was shame. Shame that he was the reason for Bitty to be on the verge of crying. “Did you mean all that?”
“I-no. I’m so sorry. I saw you with him and you were always talking about how amazing Jack was and-” whatever else Kent was going to say was lost as Bitty enveloped him in a hug.
“I’m so mad at you,” Bitty sniffled, as he cradled Kent. “For ditching me and now coming here and accusing me of awful things and I swear to God, if you don’t apologize-”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“I’m going to forgive you, but only because you’re my only friend in Vegas.”
Kent looked down at Bitty’s watery eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he turned to Jack, “I-sorry, Zimms.”
Jack was still glaring at him, and Kent remembered the time when they were teenagers and he said something that made Jack glare at him the same way.
“Alright, now that we’ve got the apologies sorted out, let’s invite Mr. Swodoba in and I can serve him some pie for putting up with this debacle,” Bitty shooed Swoops in and placed both him and Kent in chairs, before serving them all pie. He still won’t look at Kent directly, and Kent could see that he’s trying to make more conversation with Swoops in order to alleviate the tension in the room.
“Let’s leave, Swoops. I’ll come back tomorrow,” Kent paused, “If you want that.”
“I’d like that,” Bitty said.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
Kent walked into Bit o’ Home.
“Hi, I’d like to buy five pies and place an order for three custom cakes. Strawberry chiffon, all of them layered.”
Bitty crossed his arms. “I don’t condone with wasting food.”
“I just thought I’d start from the beginning,” he said.
Bitty softened. He took a business card from the counter and scribbled something on it.
“Maybe start with some texts?” He slid it to Kent, who held his hand for a second longer than necessary.
“...I’m still buying the pies by the way. I want us to start over, let me apologize.”
“You’re lucky I like you so much.”
“I know.”
“We have to have more talks about what happened.”
“You name the time and place.”
“And Jack wants to punch you.”
“What?”
“Just kidding,” Bitty said. “Jack’s a sweetheart who won’t hurt a flea.”
“Are we talking about the same Jack Zimmermann? Doesn’t matter,” Kent sighed, “I’ll sacrifice myself for just one punch if it means something to you.”
“Oh, you,” Bitty slapped his arm.
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A Pulse, A Hart-Beat and a Couple of Brain Cramps – Thoughts after Flyers 2, Stars 1
It finally happened. After such a long drought, it finally came to pass.
No, I’m not talking about the end of the Flyers eight-game losing streak – although that too did come to an end Thursday.
Instead, I’m talking about a glimpse of what the Flyers thought they were getting when they signed James van Riemsdyk to a five-year, $35 million contract.
JVR had a hand in both Flyers goals in the team’s first win of 2019. His goal, the game-winner, was a bit fortuitous. His assist on the first goal of the game was nifty.
It was his sixth multiple-point game in 28 games since returning to the Flyers. That’s not a terrible percentage in this day and age.
That said, there have been far too many goose eggs. There were far too many games where JVR has been just a body skating around on the ice. He’s hardly lived up to his reputation as a potential 30-plus goal scorer who sets up shop in the greasy areas in front of the net and goes to work.
Maybe it was returning somewhere he had played before and expecting things to be similar, but they’re not. Maybe it was an expectation that he could play the same way he did in Toronto, where he was pretty successful for six seasons, and found out that won’t fit in the Flyers system.
Heck, the critics will say he’s playing like a guy who is comfortably sitting on his wallet after his big pay day, but knowing JVR, I doubt that’s the case.
A lot of the same weaknesses that have always been in JVR’s game are still there today. They’ve never gone away. But they are the kinds of things you can live with when the guy is potting 30-plus goals in a season.
Except, that wasn’t happening for him with the Flyers.
Yes, he missed some time with an injury that cost him six weeks early in the season, but he has now played in 28 games, and the Flyers were hoping for more than seven goals and nine assists through that many games. Extrapolated over a full 82, that’s about 19 goals and 24 assists for 43 points – a far cry from his totals last season in Toronto where he had 36 goals last season and was between 54 and 62 points in each of the four seasons he played nearly a full schedule of games.
It had gotten so bad for JVR, who before Thursday had only scored one goal in nine games that he was demoted to fourth line duty against Washington on Tuesday.
He cleared the air with coach Scott Gordon and seemed to get a better sense of what the Flyers interim coach wants him to do, and was given a chance to be put back on the top line with Claude Giroux and Travis Konecny against the Stars and it paid off.
It might have been JVR’s best game of the season for the Flyers. One, the team hopes, he can build off of and start playing like the player they were hoping would be a big part of the team’s success in the coming seasons.
“That’s professional sports right there,” van Riemsdyk said. “There should be dialogue between your coaches and players, that’s the only way you get growth. Especially I think for me, again I’m in a new situation and a new team and I want to try to get my bearings right and again there’s always some things you can clarify so things become a little second nature. I mean when you’re playing in a certain place for a long time, things become second nature that maybe they want you to do a little differently here so there’s been some good communication and dialogue about some of that stuff and yeah it’s good.
“I have a good relationship with Gordo since I played for him in Toronto and some USA hockey stuff so I appreciate him taking some time to talk me through some things that he wanted to see and some different things that we’re trying to do. So yeah I think it makes it easier when you have that dialogue.”
Here’s the assist, which was his best play of the game:
TRAVIS KONECNY TIPS HOME JAMES VAN RIEMSDYK'S FEED!#LetsGoFlyers pic.twitter.com/sdIZoNyMGR
— Hockey Daily (@HockeyDaily365) January 11, 2019
Radko Gudas really makes the play with a great keep and shot from the point (more on him later), but JVR made a slick little no-look pass to Konecny to get the Flyers on the board first.
His goal was a bit fluky, but if you get to the spots on the ice where you have your most success, good things can happen:
The pigeon! pic.twitter.com/IvzDUMnW5R
— Broad Street Hockey (@BroadStHockey) January 11, 2019
There’s been a lot of double doinks in Philly sports recently, hasn’t there?
Anyway, JVR addressed this as well, saying that getting to the right spaces on the ice is part of where scoring success comes from in this league.
“The roles that I’ve been in are a lot of net-front stuff and being the stretch guy and a lot of that is reading the other players and playing off their speed. It’s kind of funny because guys who score goals – guys like Alex Ovechkin and Steven Stamkos – it’s not like they’re always blasting around and sprinting and stopping. They’re kind of meandering and they find that soft spot. People wonder, ‘how’d they get there?’ Well, they know where to go and how to get to the right spot when [their teammate] is ready to pass it. That’s what you try to learn over the course of your career.”
Dodging the missed opportunity bite
For one night, JVR was able to get to the right spot multiple times and it parlayed into a Flyers win. One that ended up being a nailbiter because the Flyers missed out on three consecutive odd man rushes. A 3-on-1 (shorthanded) a 2-on-1 (shorthanded) and a 2-on-0 with JVR and Konecny:
Anton Khudobin makes the save on the 2-on-0 rush. pic.twitter.com/ZQ90WmZg47
— Broad Street Hockey (@BroadStHockey) January 11, 2019
“It was funny because me and TK had just been talking about it after the 2-on-1 right before our chance and we were saying how [Stars goalie Anton Khudobin] likes to sit on the pass so we have to shoot one and sure enough we make two passes back and forth like dummies after we had just talked about it,” van Riemsdyk said. “It’s a fine line though, you don’t want to be the guy who goes in on a 2-on-none and misses either.”
Funny game, hockey. In almost any other sport, the players have a me-first attitude. Hockey is the other way around, to a fault sometimes.
“The Kid looks really good.”
On the elevator ride and subsequent jaunt to the locker room after the game, I happened to ride down with Dallas Stars goaltending coach and former Flyers goalie coach Jeff Reese.
After checking in on him and his family and talking about how well the Dallas goaltending duo of Khudobin and Ben Bishop have been playing, and crediting their coaching, Reese said, “Nah, my job is to just wave the pom-poms.” He then changed the subject to talk about Carter Hart.
“The kid looks really good,” he said. “His positioning and quickness is good for sure, but the thing that impresses me the most is his poise. He’s not rattled. That’s impressive for a 20-year-old kid.”
This was unsolicited mind you. It’s the kind of thing that indicates there is a buzz going on around the league about Hart and the way he’s looked so far.
His save percentage is now a solid .920. He makes a lot of saves look easy. His flaws – based solely on inexperience rather than an inability to do something – seem to get corrected quickly. Early in the season – in Lehigh Valley – Hart had a tendency to go down too soon and leave room upstairs for goal scorers to shoot for the top shelf. Now, Hart stands taller longer and relies on his quickness to get down, if he has to do so.
He still struggles a little bit with rebound control, but that’s also something that comes with experience. He tracks the puck so well that it won’t hurt him long term.
Hart has been a bit of an eye-opener. His play might just be changing the mind of GM Chuck Fletcher. Hart was originally called up for a short stint in the NHL, but the kid has earned his keep.
Now, to be fair, the Flyers are uber-defensive in front of him. They tend to put their bodies on the line to block more shots for Hart than they do other goalies, so that helps (They blocked 18 against Dallas, with Christian Folin leading the way with seven), so there’s that too. But Hart made 37 saves against a red hot Stars team. That’s no small feat, even if very few of the saves seemed to be of the 10-bell variety.
It’s likely to a point where the Flyers won’t hurt his development – at least for awhile anyway (things can always go sideways at some point) – and will be better suited to have him keep playing.
Miscellaneous
Nolan Patrick looked… OK. That’s an improvement over what he’s been looking like recently. But, he’s still giving you the same offensive output as Dale Weise. And his advanced metrics aren’t even as good as Jordan Weal, who can’t stay in the lineup. I still think Patrick would benefit from a little time in Lehigh Valley.
The defense was decent – Gordon switched up the second and third pairs. He went with Gudas and Shayne Gostisbehere and Folin and Robert Hagg.
Gudas has been playing pretty solid hockey for the Flyers for an extended period of time now. He’s truly looking like a very useful piece, and maybe one that could interest other teams at the deadline. He’s really been the most consistent defenseman on this team this season (apologies to Travis Sanheim, who has improved greatly).
There was a moment in the second period where Hagg was getting an extended one-on-one coaching session on the bench from assistant coach Rick Wilson. In the middle of the game, Wilson was hunched over, in Hagg’s ear and drawing frantically on the dry-erase board. There was extended conversation too. Nothing loud or angry. Just a good teaching moment. At the end there were a few pats on the back from Wilson, and Hagg played pretty solid hockey after that. I’m starting to be convinced that the hiring of Wilson may end up being the most underrated move by this organization this season.
Finally, I’m hearing there could be more news coming about the whole Jori Lehtera cocaine ring situation. While one of the members arrested in the ring is now backing off a story that he sold directly to Lehtera, I was told after the game that there might be another connection directly to Lehtera involved in this in Finland. I’m working to confirm what I was told (I’ve actually called a phone number in Finland for the first time in my life) so until I do, I won’t report it here, but I’m honestly perplexed as to why the Flyers are keeping him on the roster at this point. Just waive Lehtera. No one will claim him because of his salary and this investigation. At which point you can either bury him in the minors or give him his outright release. You can’t tell me that it’s better for this team long-term to keep him on this roster at this point than to give someone like a Nicolas Aube-Kubel a real chance to play in the NHL.
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DGB Grab Bag: Line Brawls, Goal DNA, and Teemu Selanne’s Singing Debut
Three stars of comedy
The third star: Torey Krug and David Pastrnak – The spin is nice, but don’t sleep on the synchronized stopping.
Hey, speaking of Bruins pairing off in interesting ways…
The second star: Brad Marchand and Leo Komarov – Look, the heart wants what it wants.
(Here’s Komarov’s response.)
The first star: Tomas Tatar – The clip is from a few months ago, but Tatar only posted it publicly this week. It’s of his first time on the ice at the Red Wings new arena. Literally. He takes on step, and he’s on the ice.
Yep, it’s the old “forget to take off my skate guards” mistake. We’ve all been there, Tomas. Good to know if happens to the pros too.
The NHL Actually Got Something Right…Maybe…Depending on Your Perspective
One of the biggest stories of the week was a line brawl that broke out late in a game between the Flames and Red Wings on Wednesday night. The situation began with a fight between Luke Witkowski and Brett Kulak, and it escalated when Calgary pest Matthew Tkachuk tapped Witkowski on the leg on his way to the locker room, causing the Red Wing to return to the ice. That helped lead to another fight that spilled into the tunnel thanks to an open bench door, plus several other scrums and some players getting involved from the benches. At one point it looked like it might include a goalie fight.
Witkowski will probably get ten games for coming back after leaving the playing surface, Tkachuk somehow got a spearing major for that tap, and we can expect plenty of fines and maybe even an additional suspension or two. You can watch the whole thing here.
The brawl has been variously described as “chaotic,” “crazy,” “out of control,” and “an old-fashioned dust-up.” References to old-time hockey were plentiful.
So since everyone’s talking about the Flames and Red Wings, let’s take this as an opportunity for a reminder: Holy crap, has the NHL ever come a long way when it comes to getting fights and brawls out of the game.
I mean, the Wings and Flames thing was bad, there’s no doubt, especially when it briefly spilled into the tunnel. Somebody could have got hurt there, and it’s fortunate that the officials were able to get things under control before things erupted even further.
But the fact this is headline news in the hockey world right now just shows how much the game has changed. It’s easy to forget now—or not to even know, if you’re a relatively new fan—but stuff like this used to happen all the time. A line brawl or two used to be standard issue for a night’s worth of NHL action. And it wasn’t rare to see things get far more out of control.
An old-fashioned dust-up? I’m not so sure it was. I mean, this is what a brawl looked like in the 1960s, featuring a player attacking a linesman and fans throwing punches from the stands.
Here’s one from the 1980s, which spans an intermission and includes a career-ending sucker punch.
Heck, here’s Dave Manson taking the same 10-game suspension Witkowski will probably get. It’s from a brawl that’s best remembered for two of the players not fighting. We thought this was funny back then, even though it features a dangerous cheap shot, a linesman getting crushed from behind, two players pummeling one defenseless opponent at the same time, and only stops short of becoming a full bench-clearer because John Kordic of all people pulls Wendel Clark back to the bench.
And of course, I don’t have to remind Red Wings fans about this:
Look, I don’t want to go all cane-waving grandpa on you kids, but there’s a very good chance that if this week’s Flames/Wings brawl had happened in, like, 1991, it wouldn’t even have made the highlights. You’d have watched your nightly sportscast without ever hearing about it, until it got mentioned in passing when the Wings came to town and they had to explain why Witkowski wasn’t playing.
And yes, I realize that your view of whether all of this a good thing or not will vary based on your perspective. Some of you will see this as a clear sign of progress, of a league getting the silly and often dangerous sideshows out of the sport and letting the actual game take center stage for a change. Others will mumble about how the league was better back when this stuff happened from time to time, even though you’re well aware that you’re not supposed to say that out loud these days.
And maybe others are like me, stuck in the middle between being glad that we’ve got a far safer and saner league today while also vaguely missing a time when we could enjoy the sideshow stuff without realizing how dangerous it could be.
But whichever group you fall into, it’s worthwhile to take a moment every now and then to understand and/or appreciate how much the game has changed, because we’ve come a million miles on this stuff. The Wings and Flames gave us that chance this week.
Obscure Former Player of the Week
This week’s obscure player is Hannu Virta, for reasons we’ll get to in a bit.
Virta was a Finnish defenseman who was drafted by the Sabres in the second round of the 1981 draft after coach and GM Scotty Bowman had snuck over to see him play overseas. He was viewed as a bit of a steal at the time, although that was before we realized that the blue-liner the Canadiens grabbed two picks later would turn out to be slightly better. Virta came over to North America and debuted for Buffalo later that season, playing three games before settling into regular NHL duty in 1982-83. That first full season was his best, as he scored 13 goals and had 37 points as a rookie.
He’d play three more seasons in Buffalo before heading back home to Finland at the age of 23 to complete his military service. He stayed, and quickly became a star in the Finnish Elite League. He’d earn top defenseman honors four times, and also became a regular on the national team. After retiring, he became a head coach in the league.
But despite all of that, the unquestioned highlight of Virta’s hockey career came in 1991. And we’ll get to it in the Classic YouTube section. Here’s a hint: It involves ice hockey.
New Entries for the Hockey Dictionary
Goal DNA – A neat historical project that I’m guessing readers of this column might appreciate, especially as the league’s celebration of its own history kicks into overdrive this weekend. Goal DNA is the work of Twitter’s @suicidepass, based on a similar idea used in baseball by Jesse Spector, and has been unfolding over the last month or so.
It works like this: Take any player from any point in league history, and figure out who he scored his very first NHL goal against. Then you take that goaltender, and figure out who he gave up his first goal to. Then you keep going, alternating back and forth between goalies and players, and see how far back into history you can reach.
Sometimes, it’s not all that far—if a player and goalie had their first goal against each other, for example, then that kills the thread. And sometimes you can run into problems with the historical record, which isn’t always clear about who was in net for a specific goal.
But sometimes you get something really cool. For example, here’s Erik Karlsson, who’s Goal DNA stretches all the way back to the first game played by the original Ottawa Senators 100 years ago.
Or here’s Auston Matthews, whose chain links to Maple Leaf legends Terry Sawchuk and Syl Apps, by way of Hall-of-Fame forwards Paul Kariya, Mike Bossy and Marcel Dionne.
Here’s the Sedin twins, who sadly don’t turn out to have identical Goal DNA but do converge in the 1960s thanks to Cesare Maniago. (For reasons that aren’t completely clear, Cesare Maniago shows up in a lot of these.)
So far, efforts to find a Goal DNA that traces all the way back to the NHL’s very first goal—scored by Montreal’s Dave Ritchie against Sammy Hebert one minute into the first ever game—have come up empty, but it’s out there somewhere. You can follow the fun on Twitter with the #GoalDNA hashtag.
Classic YouTube Clip Breakdown
Teemu Selanne was inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame on Monday, and everyone has spent the week saying nice things about him. And rightfully so – he’s one of the most talented and popular players of the modern era. But it’s not like the guy is perfect. So today, let’s head back to 1991 as we remind ourselves that even the greats occasionally do things they’ll regret.
(A huge thanks to reader Niklas for sending in the clip. Remember, if you have a clip you think I need to be aware or, email me.)
So it’s 1991 and Team Finland is preparing for the World Hockey Championships. They’re the host country for this year’s tournament, and are seeking what would be the country’s first ever medal at the event. The team features plenty of talent, including a certain winger who’s about to head to the NHL, and they’re feeling confident. But how best to show that to the world?
Yes, by now regular readers know the answer: With a terrible song. Here we go.
As best I can tell, the three wacky characters at the start of the clip are from Kummeli, a Finnish comedy crew. I’d make some sort of crack about the humor being lost in translation, but my country is responsible for The Love Guru, so I can’t throw stones.
Last chance to hit mute if you don’t want a Finnish hockey song stuck in your head for the next week. You’ve been warned.
We see some mysterious hands working a sound mixer, and the music begins. We’re quickly introduced to our singers: five guys in Team Finland jerseys and a guy I’ll just refer to as “Way Too Enthusiastic Dude.” The hockey players include national team members Esa Keskinen, Pasi Huura and Sakari Lindfors, plus our old pal form the obscure player section, Hannu Virta.
The final player looks vaguely familiar, in the sense that it’s Teemu Selanne and he looks exactly the same as he did at Monday night’s induction ceremony. Seriously, he and Paul Kariya were best friends, teammates in Anaheim, followed each other to Colorado when they were free agents, went into the Hall of Fame on the same night and also neither one of them has aged a day since the early 90s. If everyone else wants to just pretend this is OK then I’m fine with that, but don’t act surprised when this all turns out to be the plot of some weird Stephen King novel.
As per terrible hockey music video bylaws, shots of our singers are interspersed with clips from one and only one game. In this case, it’s a matchup with Finland’s top rival, Team Sweden. It’s a real mixed bag, featuring genuinely cool highlights of a Swedish player being checked into the bench and a nice Finnish goal, as well as shots of guys winning faceoffs or just falling down. Look, it was 1991—if you wanted highlights of Team Finland in international tournaments, you took what you could get.
We also meet the star of the video: Whoever did the “ICE HOCKEY” text animations. I think that guy burned through all 16 fonts we had back in 1991.
My very favorite moment in the video comes about a minute in, when you can pinpoint the exact moment Selanne realizes this is a bad idea:
Here’s my best attempt at transcribing the lyrics:
Ice hockey, ice hockey!
D’oh! That’s hockey.
Ice hockey, ice hockey!
And teriyaki.
Ice hockey, ice hockey!
Gopher hockey.
Senior homes taste yucky.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s bang on, no need to google this any further.
I’ve got to be honest, they reeled me in a little with the dramatic bridge. They even feature a clip of Finland scoring a goal, which would be inspiring it they hadn’t already used that same goal a minute earlier. Had…had Finland only ever scored one goal against Sweden? I think they may have.
Don’t go getting cocky, Team Sweden, this isn’t any worse than your song from 1989.
We close out with a few more closeups of our smiling singers and their, let’s just say it, absolutely impeccable Finnish hockey hair. We also see a few more shots of those hands working the sound board, but never find out who they belong to. I was so sure the camera was going to pan up at the end and reveal that it was Neil Sheehy all along. Or, as he’d be known in Finland, Neeiil Sheeeehy.
We get one more Kummeli appearance, and we’re all done. Finland would go on to fail to medal at the 1991 tournament. But they’d get their first medal the next year, and win gold in 1995, so this song may well have been the turning point.
As for Selanne, he stayed in Finland for one more year and then signed his first NHL contract with…Calgary? Yeah, it was a weird time. He wound up with Winnipeg, and soon he was scoring 76 goals as a rookie to kick off a career that spanned two decades. Now he’s in the Hall of Fame. And he still isn’t getting any older.
(That���s probably a good thing, actually. I’m told that senior homes taste yucky.)
Have a question, suggestion, old YouTube clip, or anything else you’d like to see included in this column? Email Sean at [email protected] or find him on Twitter @DownGoesBrown.
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