#and if the puck goes near the other side

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 (𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓) 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄" ─ LH⁴³

౨ৎ ─ summary | requested ! -> i kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33

─ word count | 2.8k

─ warnings | so so so fluffy it might kill you, luke being a cutie pie, meet-cute situation, ohio state (bleh), slight angst, luke being self-conscious and overly self-critical, hurt to comfort, the devils vs rangers game (😭😭😭), nothin' else!

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─ ev's notes | luke hughes fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! guess who's outta their writing slump??? this guyyyyy!!!! so yeah, here is a cute little sweet luke fic because my best friend has been into him and this request has been sitting in my inbox, so!! yeah, enjoy, i love you guys mwah mwah mwah

"HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA SEE THE SIGN," you laughed as your best friend took in the sign you'd made. She nodded in a approval, a knowing smirk on her lips.

"Who cares? It's just for fun. You know, YOLO," she replied, giving you a playful nudge. "Plus, imagine the look on his face if he does see it."

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, adjusting the sign in your hands. It read, "Can I trade you a hat for a puck, #43?" in bold, black letters against a vibrant red background. You were loved DIY projects so this was just as fun for you as it was for your friends.

"Maybe he'll finally follow you back on Instagram," your best friend added with an amused tone as you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks get red. She'd known of your long time crush on the youngest Hughes brother, and she was having the time of her life teasing you about it. "Who knows, maybe it'll be a start of a love story."

You laughed nervously at your friend's teasing, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. "Oh please, it's just a bit of fun," you replied, trying to play off your crush on Luke as nothing more than innocent admiration.

But deep down, the idea of catching Luke's attention in any way made your heart flutter.

Entering the Nationwide Arena, the energy of the crowd enveloped you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. As the players hit the ice for warm-ups, you scanned the rink eagerly, trying to catch a glimpse of Luke. With your homemade sign clutched tightly in your hand, you made your way to the glass, positioning yourself so that Luke could see you.

Then, there he was, Luke Hughes, effortlessly weaving between his teammates with grace. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he neared your section of the glass, your breath catching in your throat. You'd only seen him one other time and that was at a Michigan game - however, because it didn't end very well, you decided it was best not to go get a picture with him.

He looked more put together this time, his curls pouring out of his helmet in a way that made your heart jump. You could feel your best friend's amused gaze on the side of your face, you rolled your eyes as she let out a teasing laugh.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hold up your sign higher, Y/N." She urged, nudging you playfully. You did as she said, holding the sign as high as you could.

To your surprise, Luke's gaze flickered towards you, a smirk playing on his lips as he skated closer. He pointed at your sign, giving you a nod of approval before flipping a puck over the glass in your direction.

"Oh my fucking god," your friend mumbled as she caught the puck. You couldn't believe it. Your heart was pounding with excitement as your friend caught the puck that Luke had sent flying your way.

With trembling hands, you fumbled in your bag for the Ohio State hat you had brought along, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You're actually gonna give him the hat?" Your friend laughed as she glanced back at Luke, an amused expression on his face as he waited for you to throw him the hat.

As you lifted up the hat from your bag, Luke let out an amused chuckle as he caught sight of it, his eyes widening with surprise. With a nervous laugh, you nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

"Yeah, why not?" you replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You glanced in between Luke and your friend, feeling a surge of confidence as you smiled.

Quickly scribbling your phone number on a scrap of paper, you tucked it inside the hat before tossing it over the glass towards Luke. Gripping on the red hat, you tossed it over the glass towards him. He caught it with ease, giving you an impressed smirk.

You mimicked holding a phone to your ear, gesturing towards Luke with a playful smile before mouthing the words 'call me' as your best friend erupted in laughter, her face turning red. Luke couldn't help but join in on the laughter as he shook his head, skating off with the hat in his hands.

──

"I still can't believe you did that," your best friend giggled as she drove home. To no one surprise, the devils had won and you were over the moon.

You couldn't help but giggle along with her, the adrenaline from the encounter still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe it either," you admitted, your smile widening as you replayed the moment in your mind.

As you finally arrived back at your dorm, you couldn't wipe the grin from your face, the memory of Luke's amused reaction playing on a loop in your mind. You got ready for bed and snuggled into the bed but no matter how hard you tried to sleep, you just couldn't.

So, you pulled out your phone and went on TikTok, scrolling endlessly. You knew you'd regret it in the morning but sleeping didn't seem too appealing, especially after the night you'd had.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you glanced up to read the message. Your heart skipped a beat once you'd glanced at it. It was an unknown number, with an unfamiliar area code.

You clicked on the number and searched the area code and it was Michigan. You didn't know anyone from Michigan, so who the hell could it─

Oh.

It suddenly clicked, your eyes widening in disbelief. As you stared at the screen, a rush of excitement flooded through you. Could it be? Your mind raced with possibilities as you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the message.

unknown so you're still an ohio fan after we beat ur ass ?

you who's this?

unknown how many hats did you give away tonight? 🥲

you luke???? hughes????

unknown good so im the only one, i hope 🥰

You let out scoff, in utter disbelief. Before responding furthur, you screenshotted the conversation and sent it to your best friend. There was no fucking way that Luke Hughes had messaged you.

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A few weeks passed and you'd been talking to Luke almost everyday. And that wasn't an exaggeration, after every conversation that died, Luke began another one. You'd even gone as far as FaceTiming him, it seemed surreal for the first couple weeks but it had since become normal.

"How was your test?" Luke spoke, his voice muffled as he chewed on his protein bar. You put your phone down on the desk as you shrugged, sighing. "Wow, that bad?"

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying through the phone as you leaned back in your chair. "Yeah, pretty much," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But hey, at least it's over now. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Luke's laughter echoed through the speaker, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. Despite the miles between you, his presence felt comforting and familiar, a constant in your otherwise chaotic life.

"Who needs Calc? I mean, it's useless." Luke added as he took another bite of his protein bar. Before you could respond, someone in Luke's background began talking. "Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it after I get off the phone."

Your lips curved into an amused smile as you heard the voice retort, watching Luke's expression became annoyed. "I'm on the phone, Jack. Give me two seconds-"

The next thing you see is Luke's screen being shaking and a few voices arguing before Jack took his phone, coming on to the screen."Y/N, tell Luke to wash his dirty ass dishes."

"Luke, listen to your big brother." You respond teasingly, causing Jack to smirk at his younger brother.

Luke rolled his eyes but you could see a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Come on, Y/N, you're supposed to be on my side," he joked, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckled at the playful banter between the brothers, feeling a sense of amusement. "Sorry, Luke, but I have to agree with Jack on this one. Clean those dishes, it's disgusting."

Jack grinned, giving you a thumbs-up before disappearing off-screen. Luke let out an exaggerated sigh, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fine, fine," he relented, rolling his eyes theatrically. "But only because you said so, Y/N."

"Good."

"See! You only listen to Y/N!" Jack shouted as Luke's face flushed, glaring at his brother off-screen before he disappeared into the home.

"Looks like I have some influence around here," you teased, flashing Luke a playful grin.

Luke shook his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I swear, he's impossible sometimes," he muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice that betrayed his annoyance.

"It's okay. That's just how all siblings are," you cleaned on to the desk as you watched Luke through the screen.

There was a short silence as Luke gazed back at you through the screen, his lips curving into a smile. "Hey, so uh... we have a game later this week."

"Yeah, I know. Against the Rangers."

Luke ran his hands through his curls, his expression a little anxious before he continued. "And don't you have spring break?"

You put two and two together, a small smile playing on your lips as you nodded.

"Well, uh... I was thinking, maybe you could come to the game?" Luke's words came out in a rush, his cheeks flushing slightly as he awaited your response. "So we can finally hang out in person."

Your heart skipped a beat at his invitation, the idea of finally hanging out with Luke in person sending a thrill through you. "I'd love to," you replied eagerly, unable to hide the excitement in your voice.

Luke's smile widened at your enthusiastic response, relief evident in his eyes. "Great! I'll make sure you have the best seats in the house."

"Good, I wanna be watching when you beat the Ranger's asses." You joked as he smiled.

"Oh and, you have one of my jerseys. Right?"

You let out a laugh as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, of course I do,"

Luke chuckled, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Good, because I was thinking you could wear it to the game. Show some support for your favorite player," he teased.

"Who said you were my favorite player-"

"Hey, I was the one you gave your number to." Luke teased as you rolled your eyes.

"Okay fine," you admitted with a smirk.

Luke flashed you a satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, you'll wear the jersey then?"

You nodded, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'll wear it. But only because you asked so nicely."

Luke's grin widened, a sense of satisfaction evident in his gaze. "Okay, great. Maybe I'll even sign it for you?"

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes as Luke let out a very amused laugh. "Show-off."

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Luke didn't have a lot of time before the game so he only waved at you during warmups, but you weren't mad about it. With a smile on your face, you waved back at Luke, sending him a silent message of support and encouragement.

You understood the importance of the game and knew that Luke needed to be on his A-game tonight. However, Luke did keep his promise of giving you the best seats in the house ─ you felt as though you were really on the ice, with the players.

You stood in the stands, watching as Luke and the rest of the team warmed up on the ice. As the puck dropped and the game began, you cheered loudly, your heart filled with pride for your favorite player.

The Rangers came out strong, controlling the puck and applying pressure on the Devils' defense early on. Despite their best efforts, the Devils struggled to gain momentum, facing relentless attacks from their opponents.

In the end, it was a hard-fought battle, but the Rangers had won. You weren't disappointed, no. But you knew how hard everyone could be on Luke, despite him being a rookie. You were a little conflicted, maybe this wasn't the best game you could've came to.

Luke made his way towards the tunnel, his expression disappointed. You knew this one of the biggest games of the season and knowing Luke, he probably thought it was all his fault.

You knew how much he poured into every game, and it pained you to see him shouldering the weight of the loss. Despite your conflicted feelings about the outcome of the game, your support for Luke never wavered.

You made your way out of the arena, waiting outside the player's exit area. You glanced around, scanning the area for any sign of Luke or the rest of the team. As the minutes passed, you shifted from foot to foot, nerves knotting in your stomach as you waited.

Finally, the door to the player's exit swung open, and you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, there he was—Luke emerged from the doorway, his expression still clouded with disappointment from the game.

You stepped forward, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips as you approached him. "Hey, Luke," you called out, your voice soft.

Luke's gaze met yours as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Hey."

You could feel the anxiety radiating off of him and you couldn't help but frown. You looked up at the taller brunette as he sighed.

"I'm sorry that I, uh wasted your time. I should have invited you to a better game." Luke apologized, his voice tinged with self-doubt.

You shook your head, a sympathetic smile touching your lips as you gazed up at him. "Luke, you didn't waste my time," you reassured him, your tone gentle yet firm. "Being here with you, win or lose, means more to me than you'll ever know."

"Yeah but we got our asses handed to us out there. And you had to see that." He shrugged as he sniffled, his gaze averting yours.

You could sense the weight of Luke's disappointment as he spoke, his words heavy with frustration and self-doubt. Gently, you reached out to hold his hand. His touch was tense before he relaxed into your touch.

"Luke, it doesn't matter what the scoreboard says," you said earnestly, your voice soft yet unwavering. "What matters is that you gave it your all out there, and that's something to be proud of."

Luke's eyes stilled, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his expression. "But we lost,"

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, offering him a small, understanding smile. "Win or lose, you're still out there doing what you," you reminded him. "And that's worth more than any score."

He sighed before he finally met your gaze. His expression softened for a moment, as he admired you. He let out a sigh before he pulled you in, embracing you tightly.

You both pulled away, Luke's lips slowly curving into a smile as he gazed at you. He let out a small chuckle before he shook his head. "God, this is depressing. What kind of date is this?"

"A date?" You repeated, chuckling. "Is this your idea of a date?"

Luke's cheeks flushed slightly as he realized what he had said, his embarrassment evident in the way he averted his gaze momentarily. "Uh, I mean..." he stammered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I just meant... hanging out with you, you know?"

You couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness, finding his genuine charm endearing. "Well, in that case, it's the best date I've ever been on," you exaggerated with a playful wink.

Luke's smile widened at your response, the warmth in his eyes mirroring the affection you felt for him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you confirmed, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Shut up. This is probably the worst one," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Watching as your date's ass get beat isn't exactly... the best."

You couldn't help but laugh at Luke's self-deprecating humor, easing the tension of the moment. "No, I've definitely had worse dates."

"How about I make it up to you?" Luke smiled as he pulled you in closer. You felt your face flush as you laughed.

"Are you asking me on a second date, Luke?" You teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Luke's smile widened, his expression earnest as he met your gaze. "I guess I am," he replied, his voice soft. "I owe you one, after all."

"Well, in that case, I'll gladly accept," you said with a grin, leaning into his embrace.

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[pocketsizedq]

Son's Game

Summary: What happens when jamie carries your son to his game by himself?

Word Count:792

Warnings: this was wrote before Jamie got resigned.

“i want mommy.” Noah says for the tenth time in the past minute, crossing his arms with a pout on his face, As his bangs kept going into his eyes and had a bright blue hockey jersey which brought out his big blue eyes that He definitely got from his dad.

“i told you, she’ll be here before your game starts.” Jamie says as he starts to tie his sons skates and makes sure they are tied good.

“aww, He misses his mommy?” one of the moms sitting on the bleachers near the rink she asks, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation.

“yeah.” Jamie says, chuckling as Noah buries his face into his chest in shyness. “she had an appointment this morning, but she will be here soon.”

Jamie is uncomfortable with the amount of attention the other moms give him. it’s probably because he always takes Noah to practice, leaving you home to cook dinner and give a quick tidy up or relax while he watches his adorable attempts of skating fast to make the puck into the goal. he loves being involved in his son's life even more so since he was taking a break from hockey.

“will this be his first game of the season?”

“it will.” he says kindly with a big smile as the Canadian in him wouldn’t let him be rude.

“mommy isn’t around much, huh?” the mom still pries, this time directing her question to Noah

Noah sniffles, trying to hold back his cries for a moment, before letting them out, “leave me alone, i want my mommy!” 

“i know, Noah.” Jamie says, shushing her, with a kind voice tries to stick up for his wife . “Noah’s mom, and my wife, is a wonderful mother who is very much invested in her son’s life. She is just also a busy woman, who runs her own business. just because i bring Noah to practice and games, doesn’t give you any right to speculate”

the woman frowns and finally turns away, which does make Noah stop crying, but doesn’t cheer him up enough to do anything but stay close to his dad.

“you better not be pouting over me.”

Noah being the mama’s boy he is instantly perks up at your voice. “mommy, mommy, mommy!” He launches himself at you, and you catch him in a hug.

“hi baby.” you hold him close making sure he doesn’t fall, letting him bury his head into your neck.

“hello, beautiful.” Jamie says as you lean down to give him a kiss. he deepens it with a hand on the back of your neck, hoping that all those other women trying (and failing embarrassingly) to flirt with him when he’s alone with Noah realize how head over heels he is in love with you.

“it’s almost time for your game, Noah .” Jamie says, noticing the other boys warming up.

“okay, daddy!” Noah hops up off your lap, grabbing his hockey stick carefully walking over to his other teammates. 

“i’m so glad i could make it.” you say, running your hand through Jamie’s hair and giving him another kiss as you watch Noah take the ice for warmups.

“me too. He’s so excited for you to watch. doesn’t even care about his dad.” he squeezes your side to show that he was joking. “how was your appointment?”

you’re about to answer when you hear a scoff. you look up, unbeknownst to you it’s the close friend of the woman flirting with jamie earlier. “is there a problem?” you were never one to back down from confrontation.

“appointment? what was this one for? getting your butt done just like your boobs?”

your mouth drops open in shock. you’ve never gotten any cosmetic surgery, but even if you had, it is not this womans business who you’ve never even seen before to comment on it.

“you know, i’m glad you think my natural boobs are so good that they’re fake. it’s a real compliment to me.”

“that’s not-” the woman goes to reply, but you cut her off.

“i bet you’re one of those weird moms who my husband has told me has been attempting to flirt with him and might I added your alittle too old for him. i’ll let you know to back off right now because the appointment i went to was a pregnancy check up. he’s very happy with me. he’s not interested in you.”

Jamie doesn’t even bother to hold back his laugh as she gets up and storms off with her mother gang to the other side of the rink

“she’s got a shit view now.” you laugh, turning your attention back to Noah, completely unbothered by the interaction.

“i love you.” Jamie grins

“I love you more”

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[sunsburns]

Imagine hockey ellie getting a tooth knocked out during one of her games and after the game she pulls off her helmet and gives you the cutest missing tooth little bloody smile

oh yeah, i can see this happening near the end of a heated game. the arena is filled to the brim with electricity from the crowd. from the stands, your eyes try to keep up with the blur of ellie’s jersey number on the ice. williams pasted in bright gold on the back.

it’s a tied score, the timer is running low, and the players from both teams slowly grow more and more aggressive as the numbers count down.

ellie looks up at you in the stands every now and then, and you can tell how badly she wants to win this game. her face is flushed, her eyes focused, and her body bulked with protective padding. but none of that helps calm your racing heart whenever she’s slammed against one of the plastic barriers. you wince every time she’s shoved and tripped, almost as if you’re the one talking the hits on the cold ice despite the fact she brushes it off every time.

you watch as she closes in on an opponent, trying to steal the puck with gritted teeth. it happens almost in slow motion, ellie swoops down to take the puck and the other girl while she furiously smacks the puck, hoping to get a shot into the goal before ellie takes it. instead, you see the puck flick off the ice and fly off to the side, colliding with ellie’s face.

the cheers of the crowd slowly start to fade out as ellie clutches her face, a trail of blood dripping over the ice. it takes seconds for her to realize what’s happened, and she tosses her stick to the ground, dropping her cloves before she swings at the girl who hit her.

there’s a sound of a whistle, and ellie’s teammates rush to haul her out of the rink. her blood is freezing against the ice as she yells at the girl from the opposing team.

you watch her be dragged onto the team bench, and from where you sit, you can see her smiling, the blood on her face mixing with her salty tears.

you jump out of your seat almost instantly, shoving your way past fans dressed in team colours, a blur of red and gold blinding you before you finally get near the team bench. you smack your hands against the plastic wall, shouting ellie’s name, who holds a bloody cloth up to her mouth.

she almost doesn’t hear you over the buzzer that goes off to resume the game without her. ellie looks pissed, now benched, until the ref finally excuses her for throwing punches and lets her back on the ice.

when she turns, however, you can see the way her face softens, even if her helmet doesn’t let you have the best view of her face, you can see her eyes become fonder when she looks at you. it makes you smile.

ellie says something you can’t hear over the crowd, but she seems proud of herself when she pulls off her helmet. her short hair sticks to her forehead, face flushed red, which makes her freckles stand out against the blush on her cheeks. it’s when ellie brings the cloth away from her mouth that you gasp, your eyes instantly spotting a gap where a tooth used to be.

she’s laughing at your horrified reaction, and you can see the specks of dark red across her face as she tells you with a bloody smile. “it doesn’t even hurt! just promise to kiss it better once we win, okay?”

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[lukeywritesstuff]

this request might be a little confusing to type out but hear me out😭🤣 could u write something ab the reader having a kid and the devils having a event where the players get to train with the kids! the readers kid is one of the kids at the event and luke falls for the reader somehow through that! idk i have this vision in my head but idk how to type it out😭

Little League

Luke Hughes x mom!reader

Note: don’t worry! I totally understand what you’re saying. I read this and kinda had a social media/irl storyline come to my mind so I hope that’s alright! Also I kinda made them slightly know each other, but like acquaintances and they have like mutual friends kinda sorta.

Warnings: a shit ton of fluff. Literally it’s all fluff. Like I don’t even think this has cursing in it. And if so maybe once.

My name is Y/N, and when I was 15 I had a son. He is absolutely everything to me. I was young, and dumb, but if I was given the option to go back and never hook up with some senior at my school, I wouldn’t take the offer. I love my little man too much.

When he was 2 he fell in love with hockey, so at 3 I let him start learning how to skate and grasp the basics of playing hockey, even though for his age it was just floor. Now at 5 he’s playing fully on ice and his team was even invited to practice with the New Jersey Devils, as his team, and we, are based in Newark.

Once we got to Prudential Centre the boys were sent to the main locker room, their names were on tape right under their buddy for the day. I was looking around and right under ‘Luke Hughes’ in full capital letters read ‘Ethan Y/L/N’. I walked my son over to the stall where his name was (obviously avoiding the logo) and I helped him change into his pads, uniform and skates.

After all the kids were settled and ready, coach Ruff started explaining to the kids and the parents how this practice session basically works.

It’s a 4 week training camp, and it’s every Wednesday that the devils are in town. (So 4 Wednesdays, but sometimes there’s a week between the practices without one cuz they’re away) after everything was explained, the Devils were brought into the locker room to meet with their buddies for the program.

The second Ethan saw Luke the smile on his face grew by about 100%. He watched him on Michigan last season as my sister goes there and is friends with some of the older players on the team, and they’ve met before, so he’s excited to see his old friend.

“LUKEY! You’re my buddy! I’m so happy! I missed you! Are we gonna shoot pucks and score on everyone!?” My 5 year old said acting like I just fed him 3 coffees with a side of 10 pounds of sugar.

“Oh yeah we are! We’re gonna be the best group on the ice! With the best cheerleader! Right Y/N?” He said and I smiled at them giving a thumbs up.

After the rest of the kids got to know their buddy a little more the teams were ushered onto the ice, and parents were to stay along the sidelines and not interfere unless there was an emergency.

The team had several smaller nets put up along the boards to practice shooting, cones near centre ice to practice skating, and pucks EVERYWHERE. The kids were all having a blast, and so were the professionals.

By the end of the 2 hours all the kids looked ready to nap, and honestly so did most of the players. Everyone went into the locker room and the players helped the kids with their skates before they talked to the parents.

“So, how was Ethan out there?” I asked the curly headed man smiling at me.

“He’s great. Future NHL superstar I think. The next Gretzky! Forget about bedard!” He said.

“I’m glad my kids THAT GOOD.” I smiled.

“Yeah he is. How are you though? I haven’t seen you since you and Ethan visited Sarah?!” He said bringing up my sister.

“Everything’s great here actually! He’s loving kindergarten now and I got a raise which is why I put him into this. As a little treat for him.” I smiled.

“You’re such a good mom to him. You know, since we’re both in Jersey, I think we should finally exchange numbers, and maybe we can go out for lunch one day Eth’s in school and you’re off and I don’t have practice!” He said smiling.

“You know what, sure Hughes. Pass me your phone and we can text tonight about said lunch date.” I said before taking his phone.

Ynstagram

Had a great time with the @njdevils and @lhughes_06. Eth will never forget this. Thank you so much 🫶🫶

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The second week was 2 weeks later as the devils had their first road trip of the season. The kids were extra excited because the wait was longer than they expected it to be.

The second Ethan saw Luke he ran to the man and attached himself to him, it didn’t seem weird because quite a few of the kids did the same to their buddies.

Today on the ice they were doing more team oriented practices instead of just one on one. So Luke, Jack, Dawson, and Nico were working together with Ethan and 3 other kids. It wasn't too eventful, just 2 on 2 scrimmage and small drills that 5 year olds can handle.

But this time after helping Ethan change and it was time for Luke and I to talk about his progress, he asks me out for the next evening, I said yes because Ethan was already gonna be at my parents so I'll be home alone anyways, why not spent that evening with Luke!

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[cecexsblog]

Cold Seat | L.Hughes

Warnings: none again. Fluff asf

Pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

a/n: lowkey a blurb. This is basically based in a high school setting more then anything. Specifically my high school. The whole Friday night hockey games where all the high schoolers sit at the very end of the bleachers that only take up one side of the ice. When the girls only go to hang with their friends (watch their crushes play and find them on the hockey website then add their snaps) yeah that’s how this writing piece is working. Except Luke is actually into you and not just some typical hockey boy. You aren’t official but it’s still fun for you to sit in the freezing cold for 2hrs then take a photo with him after:) Can you tell I’m speaking from personal experience?

Tonight the U18 team had their final game in which determined who won the finals. My whole high school was going. The whole town usually takes up every seat in the stands but always leaving room for the high schoolers at the end of the bleachers. Me and my friend f/n had gotten there early to grab seats, the rest of our friends not far behind us. It was just me, her and couple other students sitting down when warm up started. The most entertaining part of the game. Luke was the star player in my little home town so as soon as he stepped out everyone cheered. He didn’t pay attention to it though, he just went on with his warm up and began shooting pucks and skating in random circles.

“He’s not even the best on the team” a girl behind me says.

I choose to ignore her. The thing is Luke was actually the best in his division, he had so many offers for elsewhere but he really just wanted to stay in his home town and play with his friends.

“Please stand for the national anthem” I hear the announcer say. The announcer being Mama Hughes. Everyone stands, the boys lined up on the blue lines with their helmets off. Luke’s curly hair already sweaty from warm up. He looked down at his skates.

The game started. Luke at face off starting the game of right with a pass to one of his team mates. Nearing the end of the first period the score was still 0-0. That was until Luke made a shot and got it in. The crowd went crazy, he did a stupid bow and his teammates rushed over to him. They all hugged by the glass in front of me. He looks over his shoulder at me and gives me the cheesiest smile. I smile back. I hear the girl behind me scoff.

~

Near the end of the 3rd period we were tied with the other team at 5-5. Everyone knew if we lost this game we were just second place. There was 10 seconds left in the 3rd and everyone was nailed biting, sure over time was fine but it’s not the best. All of a sudden Luke is shooting down the ice making a break away and pulls his stick back making a wrist shot. The puck flies straight down the ice and right past the goalies glove into the net right as the buzzer goes. The arena goes wild. I look across the ice to see all the boys jumping over boards and onto the ice to congratulate the team. Me and all the other students are all screaming, I’m hugging my friends with tears in my eyes. I look down the bleachers towards the penalty boxes and the announcers boxes, I see Ellen waving me over. As soon as step in the box she gives me a big hug.

“They won!” She screams.

“I know!!!” I scream back. “Now we don’t have to deal with Luke’s cranky butt all night”

“Exactly what I thought!” She exclaims.

I look at the ice and notice all the stick, helmets, and gloves scattered across the ice as the boys continue congratulating each other. Mr. Hughes giving Luke a tight hug. Since it was Luke’s senior year the moment was bitter sweet. A bored member brings the banner out to the team and they take a big photo.

“Would Luke Hughes, number 43, please make his way to the penalty box” I hear over the intercom. I look at Ellen who’s speaking into the mic. She shoots me a smile. “There’s someone very special over here who wants to see you”

Ellen opens the gate for me to step on the ice. Luke skating full speed towards me. He picks me up and spins me around while still on the ice.

“Guess what!” He says to me.

“What?!”

“We won!” He says, again with a big cheesy smile.

“I know!” I say with a squeaky voice.

He leans down and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Hey captain!” I hear one of his coaches yell from across the ice. “I gotta get a photo with you”

“I’ll be right back” he says while letting go of my hand.

When he comes back he brings the banner with and says we need a photo, Ellen steps out to capture it. Then we get one without the banner. Before the last photo he leans into my ear and whispers… “I love you”. A smile creeps onto my face as Ellen captures another photo, totally oblivious to what Luke whispered to me.

“I love you too” I whisper back.

<3

a/n: sorry this is short and kinda bland but I thought it was cute. wish all hockey boys were like my version of Luke.

#lukey pookie #luke hughes #nj devils #canada #hockey

[starcrossedreaders]

One More Time

Azriel x Reader

Warning: There is mature topics at the end (masturbation) as well as fighting

Authors note: Thank you sm for all of the support on the first part of Cold Kiss. So to heal your guy’s desires I wrote a part two. Enjoy <3

Part I

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

“YOU GUYS DID WHAT!” Mor could not believe the words coming out of my mouth, and I could not believe how loud she was being.

“Shut up Mor it was one kiss. One very long, and hot, and-,” 

“SEE! It’s so perfect I can literally see it right now, you guys dating is literally to good,” I rubbed my temples and wondered how the fuck I was back in the loud and cold stadium, watching this aggressive ass sport in the uncomfy seats. Except this time was worse, we were closer to the ice and my book was left at home, on my comfy bed, my ideal location in this very moment.

Both teams were warming up and I could not have been drooling anymore then I was in that moment. Their asses were formed by a god, their muscles, and flexibility, lord have mercy.  Their stretches made my mind wonder into places it should not go to. If they looked that good on the ice how good would they look in bed? 

                                                           Azriel

Gods she could not have looked anymore beautiful then she did in the moment. Her hair was braided perfectly, her leggings hugged her legs just right, her lips parted to talk to Mor and all I could think of was last week. Her cherry ChapStick clashing with my lips, gods they were so soft. I can only imagine how her mouth would feel in other places. 

“She is easy on the eye ain’t she,” The captain of the other team sild right next to me and leaned his arm on my shoulder. Before I could open my mouth to fight back the buzzer rang and everyone was heading back to the locker rooms.

“Good luck lover boy,” The captain winked as he skated off. His ass was mine, and I sure as hell don’t care if it caused our loss.

Cassian must’ve over heard the conversation because he grabbed my shoulder while I was seething.

“Come on, we have a whole game to beat his ass. Save it for the right time.” I shook my head as we headed into the locker room.

The game was down by 2 and we were truly racing the clock. The captain was getting on my nerves and I am getting ready to blow. He tripped, and held and didn’t get called for any of it. I skate up to the middle to get the puck drop. Crouching low the time goes, whistles blow, puck drops and before I could slide the puck I heard his nasally ass voice.

“I wonder what noise she’ll make when I make her cum tonight?”

Fuck no.

I throw my gloves and helmet on the ground and try to grab him in a choke hold.

“Come on bro, you fight like a girl. How are you supposed to pull them when you fight like them?” I skated back only to launch myself towards him and tackle him by the waist. I got a good few punches in before I was dragged off.

“Be careful how you speak about her.” Venom dripped from my words as I skated towards the penalty box.

                                                        Reader

Fuck that was hot. But holy shit I hope he’s okay. I was quick to stand when the fight broke out, hoping Az didn’t go far. Once I sat back down Mor began to speak.

“I wonder what caused him to fight. Normally it’s Cassian throwing the punches and Azriel  stopping him,” Mor sipped the drink in her hand.

The game seemed to end shortly after, Mor and I stood near the locker room waiting for them to emerge.  Soon, we heard the shuffle of steps and the door opened. The team was silent. Tonight’s loss was a big one, and I could only imagine how they feel. Their biggest competitor that they should have had an easy win on, and they fumbled and lost it. Rhysand and Cassian slightly smiled upon seeing their significant others. Mor leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Poor girls are going to have a long, long night tonight.” I turn to ask her but all she does is poke the side of her cheek and I quickly understood. Oh, I could feel the blush rush to my ears as I think about the night ahead of them.

Leaving the event stadium everyone went their separate ways. I finish hugging Nesta when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I was quick to whip my head around, I was soon met with whom I assumed was the captain of the other team.

“Hey, sweets,” his sad attempt at flattery failed immensely and it gave me second hand embarrassment.

“Hi,” short and sweet, works every time.

“So, I saw you at the game tonight and you made me instantly lose my breath. Soo, I was wondering if you were busy tonight? Maybe we can go out for a drink or two?” I batted my eyelashes as he fixed his posture to make him seem confident.

“This late at night? I shouldn’t really, I have work in the morning,” The lie slipped through my teeth. I truly wanted to make him work for it only to trip him in the end.

“Oh come on, it’s all for fun. You know I think we would really hit it off,” Who the fuck says that when first meeting someone? This poor poor soul. I let out a sigh as I said: “Boy if you want to go I would not mind,”

He smirks as he hands me his phone. “It’s a date then,” I put my number in his phone leaving it one digit off.

                                                          Azriel

Gods I was seething at the sight. There is no way she could have forgotten about the kiss, let alone allow this guy to even try to get into her pants after what he did tonight. One moment she was worried for me an the next she’s giving him her number. 

After she handed his phone he smirked at me and dipped down to kiss her. I am seeing red, there is no way he was going to taint her lips. I start my stride towards them when I stopped at the next sight. Right before his lips touched hers, a breath away she pushed his head to the side.

“Boy I’m not the kinda drum you play one time.” She laughs at his frazzled state and goes to walk off.

“You know my mother couldn’t warn me about girls like you when there was none like you around,” Y/N snorts before he grabbed her wrist. Her tough girl demeanor fell real quick when she realized what had just grabbed her.

                                                         Reader

Regret, regret and horror and fear filled my body. His grip around my wrist tighten as he pulled me near him. Before he could get his other hand on my body a large body filled the space to my left. His cedar and sweat scent filled my nose. His large hand wrapped around the captain’s wrist and Az gave him a soul crushing look. Az was quick to push me behind before his arm went through the air and slammed into the captains cheek.  Not this shit again. 

The hit Az got seemed to do the job as the poor boy was tumbling, while holding his gushing nose. Azriel went for another hit but I was quick to grab his elbow before he could.

“I think he gets the message, lets go,” I rub his arm with my thumb as I try to pull him away. Az let out a breath as he followed me to his car.

                                                           Azriel

“Thanks for being my knight in shining armor,” She let out the most precious laugh I have ever heard, I think my heart might melt right here.

“It’s not funny,” I was quick to turn my head so she couldn’t see me blushing. Her hand on my arm was sending tingles down my spine.

“Az I mean it, I didn’t realize how fucked I would have been if he did something else, so truly thank you, I owe you one,”  She gave my arm one last squeeze before she stepped back, crossed her arms and winked. Natural flirt.

Fuck, I did not believe Mor when she told us about her “innocent” roommate that could make a man go onto his knees. The way Mor had described her did not do her any justice. Her face was the pretties thing, her body is to make a man die for, her personality was heart warming. It made me want to get to know her more. I truly believed she was this innocent girl who has to read to get her fill of romance, and.... other things. Gods the thought of the other things is making my cock strain against my sweats. Thank god it is dark out.

“Are you okay?”  I gave her nod. She must’ve seen the strain on my face or else she would not have asked if I was okay in that  euphoric voice. I can’t stop the thinking of how her voice would sound when I-

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just peachy. Just tired. Let me walk you to your car.” Her tight lipped smile and slight nod gave me a pinch of regret. 

The walk to her car was short and sweet, bidding our farewells was even shorter. Now that I lay in my bed all I could think about is she would fell around me. The moans from Nesta and Cassian with the mix of thoughts about her only heightened my cock. I chased my release using only my imagination and hand.

Part III

#azriel #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar modern au #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #modern azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel smut #azriel spymaster #azriel supremacy

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as a hockey team - part 2

A/N: These will be just general team headcanons that I've thought up over the past while. Enjoy!

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The first time that defenseman!Yunho gets a game misconduct and ejected from the game comes after an incident involving starting goaltender!Mingi.

A player from the other team was getting scrappy, acting like a jerk, and decided to take a run at Mingi when he was behind the net. The player ended up ramming Mingi, causing him to fall to the ice. Messing with goaltenders is a BIG "no-no" in hockey. Before the other player could even breathe, Yunho had already dropped the gloves, grabbed him by the jersey, and thrown his first punch.

Inversely, a similar thing happens the first time starting goaltender!Mingi is ejected from a game.

Defenseman!Yunho was going for a puck on their side of the ice when a player from the other team rammed Yunho into the boards at a not-great angle. Mingi immediately charged after the player in full gear. Seeing a fully-geared-up goaltender charging at you is already scary enough, but an angry starting goaltender!Mingi was something else entirely. The league learns very quickly to not mess with either of them unless you want the other one coming after you.

The first time forward!Jongho gets hit to the ice, it starts an all-out bench clearing brawl.

Gloves are dropped, no one is safe - because no one messes with the youngest. Even backup goaltender!Yeosang, who is NOT a violent person, charged out to his defense (right after pulling Jongho out of the dog pile)

forward!Wooyoung has absolutely attempted to kiss his teammates when they are shown as a joke on the kiss cam.

He usually goes for the cheek, but if given the time and space would try and go for the lips. His usual victims include forward!Hongjoong, backup goaltender!Yeosang, and forward!Jongho. The only person on the team who not only encourages this, but is the most willing participant is Wooyoung's Emotional Support Defenseman, defenseman!San.

Backup goaltender!Yeosang gets a doberman painted on his mask every season.

The ongoing joke in the fanbase is that he's a maltese on the bench (opening the bench doors for his teammates, handing out waters, yelling encouragement, giving his teammates a pat on the back after a long shift, etc.), but an absolute doberman in the net (focused, aggressive, agile, etc.). He still gets shy when the fanbase barks at him after he makes good saves.

Forward!Hongjoong, captain of the team, is not allowed anywhere near the smelling salts.

Hockey players often use smelling salts to keep their senses heightened and energy up during games because of how physically demanding the sport is. The first time Hongjoong tried smelling salts he almost lost his lunch on the bench and was immediately banned from doing it again. Wooyoung was the second to be banned shortly after.

Both forward!Seonghwa and forward!Jongho have been seen using a blowtorch on the bench.

Sometimes the visors on player's helmets don't fit quite right, and so you have to use heat to reshape them - hence, the blowtorch. For Jongho, it was more of a "just wanna make sure everything's good" blowtorch, versus Seonghwa, who could not function most of the game until his helmet was fixed to his specifications.

After starting goaltender!Mingi's first shutout, the team surprises him in the locker room with the royal treatment.

They decorated his locker like a throne, rolled out a red carpet and everything. Defenseman!San and Defenseman!Yunho act like "the royal guards" as they present Mingi with a plastic tiara and scepter, crowning him as "princess" of the ice. This unintentionally sparked the Cult of Princess Mingi in the fanbase. Shirts were made. He will never live it down.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez drabbles #my musings #ateez au #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

[soccer-love]

Ice Hockey problems

Laura Freigang x female ice hockey reader

Request from @themoinsen​

A/N: Chanced it to Ice Hockey cuz its like one of the only sport (expect soccer and formula one) I kind of know the rules. Hope that's okay 

I press a kiss to the pendant of my necklace bevor laying it down in my locker and putting on my chest protector. 

“Why do you do this every time?” my team mate, and person I sit next to in the locker room, Maria asks. 

“Because its a tradition, my pre game ritual. Like Hanna always puts on her left skate first.” I say, pointing to our team mate at the other side of the room. 

Hanna rolls her eyes at my comment, she knows that I got the necklace from my girlfriend and it has her name engraved and its kind of my good luck charm. 

“Come on girls warm up starts in five minutes.” Julia our team captain says,  since she's already waiting at the door. 

I grab my trainings jersey and put it on bevor I get up, we have a small talk with our coach before heading into the hall. 

Some fans, that are already here, cheer as we get onto the ice, driving our first rounds to get warm. 

I notice some members of the germans national women's soccer team sitting there, we (the german national women's ice hockey team) did watch them play against France last week and so decided to come to watch us play today too. 

There are Sara Doorsoun with her girlfriend, Sydney Lohmann, Lina Magull and in between them there's my girlfriend, the wonderful (and beautiful) Laura Freigang. 

I see her smiling and waving at me, with the big hockey helmet on its kind of hard for her to see the smile I return, so I double tap my fist against my chest, where my heart is supposed to be and then point at her. 

“Someones in love.” Anne teases, skating past me, followed by some of our team members. 

“They’ve been together for almost two years now, so tell us something we don't already know.” Jule says, I nod but keep looking over at my girlfriend. 

Even without hearing what they're talking, I know that they are teasing her about my action and the slight blush on her face, while I’m proud that I have that affect on her.

We do our warm up and then leave the field, having our final talk before the game and putting on our jerseys. 

Our coach tells us some more things about the Canadian team before giving us his normal motivation talk. 

We go onto the field together with the other team and the referees, when they start singing the Canadian national anthem I sport some more members of the germans national soccer team. And I notice Laura is wearing my red and black jersey from last season. 

When they start playing the German national anthem, almost the whole stadium is singing along and its honestly the best feeling in the world. 

As our Capitan, Julia shakes hands with one of the Canadian players before coming over to us, we make a circle like we always do and she speaks up. 

“I’m proud of you girls and every single one of you has worked heard to get here and deserves it to be here today, so lets show this Canadians who we are.” 

She looks at every single one of us. 

“Okay! One two three....” 

“Germany!” we scream together before drifting away from each other and skating to our positions. 

We’re clearly dominating the game and when there only nine minutes left we already scored five goals. 

I get the puck from one of the canadian players and manage to get past her but another Canadian player gets into my way so I pass the puck to Julia, the player behind me drifts away to get in between us but I slow down so right before another player can get near her, Julia passes the puck back to me. 

I use my speed to get past two of the canadian players but before I can get any further I see another player coming at me at full speed. 

Until the last second I think she will brake, and stop next to me but she doesn't. 

She crashes into me, I don't know if she did it on purpose but her stick goes between my skates, I drip over it and crash into the wall, not at my full speed but still fast. 

I close my eyes for a second and when I open them again I’m laying on the ice. 

Someone kneels next to me and I hear someone else cursing loud. 

“Take a breath!” Julia demands and I realize its her next to me. 

I try to take a breath but I feel a stabbing pain in my chest, like someone is pressing a knife into my lung from inside. 

“Fuck.” I curse, turning onto my back.

“Theresa, go get help.” she orders and I take another breath but it's causing more pain in my chest. 

“Okay, I’m taking off your helmet now.” Julia says and I let her do it. 

I see another person hovering over me and realize its on of the team medics. 

“We need to get her off the ice.” he says to someone else, then he looks down at me. 

“Do you think you can get off yourself, if we help you?” he adds. 

“I can keep playing.” I say and try to push my self up, but Julia holds me down. 

“First of all, no you don't and second, that wasn't my question, so yes or no to it?” 

“Yes.” I say, he and Julia, go on my sides, each of them take one of my arms to pull me up and help me to get off the ice. 

“Don't worry, everything’s gonna be fine.” Julia says and I don't know if she's saying to calm me down or herself.

As we exit the ice, someone else takes her place and they take me into the small medical room next to the locker room. 

They lay down at a stretcher and help me take off my jersey, chest protector and skates. 

Someone comes to take my blood pressure, puls and checks if I have any visible injuries. 

“I know that you're in pain but can you tell me where exactly it hurts?” the doctor asks. 

“My chest.” I say, pressing my hand at the place where I first felt the pain. 

“Is it okay if we pull up your shirt, to get a closer look?” he asks and I nod. 

A female member of the medic team steps closer and pushes my shirt up, so they can take a look at my ribs. 

“Oh shit.” she says, sharing a worried look with the doctor. 

“What?” I look down and see a big blue and purple bruise over the left side of my ribs. 

“You feel on your stick and I’m pretty sure you broke some of your ribs but we need to get you into hospital for a CT and a checkup to make sure that its nothing else.” 

“Can I stay until the game is finished.” I ask, again they share a look and then talk about something with internal bleedings and medic stuff I don't understand before giving the okay. 

“The game should be finished already, so it's okay. Take this, it should reduce the pain.” he says, handing me a open water bottle with a straw and some painkillers. 

A couple of minutes later, I hear my team come into the looker room. I can't really hear what they are talking about but I’m pretty sure someone said my name. 

“Come with me.” I hear Julia’s voice, before the door opens and I see her standing in the doorway. 

“How is she?” she asks our team doctor, instead of talking to me. 

“Broken ribs I guess, but she's gonna be fine.” he answers calm. 

“Julia, make way for someone more important.” I hear Anne saying but I don't see her, because Julia is still blocking the door. 

Julia rolls her eyes but steps to the side, giving me a free view at the person behind her. 

A person with a really worried look in there normally so joyful and excited eyes. 

My person. 

My girlfriend. 

Laura. 

“Hey.” I say and she slowly comes closer. 

“Hi.” she responses and I reach my hand out for her. 

My body and I think my mind too, relaxes a little bit as I feel the warmth of her skin underneath my touch. 

She sits down next to me and by the way she avoids looking at me, I know that she isn't mad, rather scared. 

I look at Julia and then at the door, but she gets what I mean and leaves, the medic team following her. 

“You broke our promise.” Laura says, looking at the ice pack someone placed over my rips. 

“I would never, I promise its nothing too serious.” I say and remember the day we made this promise. 

We were a couple for like four months and I broke my wrist during a game, I didn't feel any pain but still had to take a brake for at least six weeks in order to let it heal. 

Laura was there, at the game and in that night, while we were laying in bed together she made me promise that I would never get a serious injury because she said she wouldn't be able to visit me in hospital, she couldn't take that. 

And I know that it was stupid because none of us can impact what injury I’m gonna get in the future but I did it because I love her. 

“Come here.” I wrap an arm around her and softly pull her down, our foreheads are touching and I can feel her breath against my face. 

“Seriously I’m fine, so don't worry, let us celebrate that we both won a game this week.” I say and finally I see her smile. 

“I’m really proud of you.” she says. 

She leans in and softly kisses me, letting me feel that she really means those words. 

We hear the sound of a camera flashing and pull apart, Lina Magull, Sydney Lohmann and Julia are standing in the doorway. Syd holding Lauras Olympus AF1 Camera. 

“You two are so cute together.” Lina says, smiling widely. 

“Oh and congrats that you won.” Syd adds, making us laugh. 

“Oh and congrats that you're not seriously injured.” Julia. 

#laurafreigang #dfbfrauen #dfbfrauenteam #laurafreigangxreader #saradoorsoun #linamagull #sydney lohmann #icehockey #wlw #lgbtq #womens soccer #bayern munich #fc bayern

[acapellasaurus]

🛼GLEE CLUB GO ROLLER SKATING 🛼

Rachel: Thinks she's really good and is going ok but falls over after about 20 minutes which causes her to storm off but she rejoins after she's calmed down

Finn: Is decent but keeps crashing into the wall and fell over a few times

Quinn: Graceful but sticks close to the sides and doesn't really let go until near the end

Santana: Good skater, fast and confident and can do some tricks, probably wears inline skates instead of quads

Brittany: Same as Santana and at times, they go round holding hands

Kurt: Pretty graceful but never skates very fast and sticks near to the sides incase he need to grab onto them

Mercedes: Sticks near the sides and falls over a lot which causes her to get the giggles with Quinn

Blaine: Very skilled and wears inline skates and zooms around the rink, although he takes time out to skate with Kurt

Sam: Pretty good and speedy but attempts a trick a falls over which humbles him and he returns to skating normally

Puck: Skates very fast and shows off which causes him to get a bit reckless. He falls over but that doesn't stop him. Everyone else tries to skate away from him incase he knocks them over too.

Tina: Only skates holding Mike's hand and takes him down with her on the only time she fell over

Mike: Extremely skilled skater but tones it down for Tina. Towards the end of the session he shows of his skills and impresses everyone

Sugar: Refuses to partake because the hire skates are unhygienic and she doesn't want to mix with the poor people. She watches from the side with snacks

Joe: Skates were a shock to him, as he was still getting used to closed toed shoes. He is not very good and falls over too much so gives up and watches from the side to cheer the others on

Rory: Decent skater but cannot do any tricks or skate very fast so sticks near the sides just incase

BONUS HEADCANONS

Rachel definitely brought her own pair of personalised pink roller skates instead of using the ones available to hire because she thinks it's unhygienic to hire things

Mercedes and Quinn go round the edges together and get the giggles to the point where they need to sit down because they are laughing so hard

Everyone, especially Rachel and Kurt, sing along to every song that plays through the speakers

Santana and Brittany race each other around the rink when they're not holding hands

Finn leaves the rink before the session is over because he's tired of crashing into things so he goes and gets a drink and cheers Rachel on from the side

#glee #quinn fabray #santana lopez #brittany s pierce #brittana #rachel berry #finn hudson #finchel #mercedes jones #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #sam evans #quinncedes #noah puckerman #tina cohen chang #mike chang #glee club #roller skating #headcanons #glee headcanons

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes Summer Dates

Summary: How would our 6 heroes spend a summer date with you! Warning: None Scenario: boyfriend AU, fluff, romance

Gun-il:

Everything about Gun-il screams picnic dates

A fresh cotton blanket on the fresh cut grass

Near a lake side or park

Sandwiches

Iced tea

Cakes and pastries for dessert

The sounds of birds chirping

The waves of the lake lap gently to the sounds conversations

Gun-il's head in your lap

Running your fingers through his soft locks

Some light music playing off spotify

A gentle breeze dancing on both your cheeks

Jungsu:

A day at the beach

The warm sun hugging you both

Walking hand in hand

Finding little sea shells by the shore

The waves brushing gently over your bare feet

The sun is beginning to set

The warm sand between your toes

Drawing hearts in the sand with sticks

The waves crashing against the rocks

Jungsu and you talking about life together

The love of his life right beside him

Gaon:

Jisoek running excitedly into the arcade

The sounds of kids laughing and cheering

Beeping and music coming from the game systems

The sounds of ski balls rolling up the track

Tickets being ejected out of the machines

Jiseok laughs like a little kid when he scores

You watch him toss basketballs and cheer him on

He'll pick you up and spin you around when he breaks the high score

Clinking and clunking from the air hockey table as you and Jiseok pass the puck back and forth

Feeding each other french fries

Ending the night with Jiseok winning you a giant stuffed animal

O.de:

Loud engines

Seungmin's muffled voice talking to you

A big helmet covering your ears

Stepping into a go kart

The smell of rubber from the tires tickling your senses

Turning the steering wheel

Guiding your go kart around the track

You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend

One hand on the steering wheel as he drives the kart around the track

he looks undeniably cool

He'll stop next to you to steal a kiss from you

Cheering as you pass the finish line

Junhan:

Movie dates are relatively peaceful

Dark

The focus can be on the movie

Hyeongjun's fingers intertwined with yours

Feeding each other popcorn

His arm slowly goes behind and around you

Snuggling up to your boyfriend

May even steal a kiss or two

Laughter coming from the audience

The sounds of the characters talking in the movie

Background music playing

Hyeongjun's hand never leaving yours

Jooyeon:

Cheerful sounds of people laughing at the amusement park

Jooyeon's hand locked into yours

Waiting in line for rides

Screams from the roller coasters

Music playing at the booths

Riding around on the carousel

Jooyeon's beautiful smile makes your heart flutter

Playing games

And winning prizes

Drinking soft drinks and eating pretzels

Kisses at the top of the ferris wheel

Holding hands on the swings

Giving you his hoodie or jacket when the night breeze welcomes you.

#xdinary heroes #boyfriend scenario #romance #gun-il #jungsu #gaon #ode #junhan #jooyeon #fluff

[mintmatcha]

omg so sorry ion follow you but som1 rbged ur hockey bkg post and i got to thinkin immediately

hockey play bakugo who hides his very obvious knee injury from you, its swelling under his gear and as he plays just gets blistered and bruised😭 he gets pulled out of the game by the coach and he gets home early after receiving doctors orders that he didnt like

you come with him ofc but hockey player bakugo gets a little sensitive, biting back angry and sad tears as he tells you all the doctor and coach told him while you press the cleaning alcohol against the bruises and ice his knee for the swelling before dressing the injury tight.

hockey player bakugo lets you craddle his head against your chest and play with his hair as he sulks, then lets you help him get showered, changed and around the house (which he shouldnt be doing). your arm on his shoulder throught as he limps around with you 😵‍💫🥺

I've tried to type this twice and have accidentally deleted it both times chdhdbdn

tw for injury:

Bakugo has felt it for weeks. It's the throb down the inside of his knee that radiates into the center, sharp and nagging, but bareable. It's the type of pain he can ignore, the type of pain he can work through. It wouldn't do him any good to address it, especially with Aizawa as his coach.

Aizawa had once been a pro before he suffered a career ending injury, which lead him to coaching in the first place. Unfortunately, it also made him a hypochondriac in Bakugo's eyes; any sign of an injury meant you were pulled off the ice for at least one game-- more if you were unlucky.

Bakugo couldn't let that happen. Not now. Not mid season, not in his senior year. He was going to get scouted to play professionally soon-- if he wasn't playing while they were here, his hockey career might be over before it even started.

He can forget the pain midgame.

He's in the zone when Deku passes the puck down the rink, right out of the other team's possession and into Sero. Bakugo knows this play by heart, so he has to do is swivel and press off of his back leg to catch up with-

There's a pop. It's not a sound, but a feeling. A simple, delicate pop.

Followed by searing pain.

The world goes quiet for a second, just like when he's been hit, but right now there's no one near him. Determination pushes him forward, but his leg just won't move the way he needs it to; it's unstable beneath him, barely able to hold as he brushes against the barrier.

The game isn't stopping. Hockey doesn't stop.

Bakugo's barely aware of how the action is coming toward him again, how Iida is shouting his name and how Deku is racing his way, looking for an opening.

Bakugo isn't aware of the opposing team's forward barrelling towards him until they collide.

Even with the helmet, Bakugo feels his head ring as it cracks against the glass and he crumples, falling first to his knees and then down ever further. The pain is worse somehow, stealing the air from his lungs and leaving him breathless for a long, long moment.

There's a commotion, both in the standa and on the ice.

The only sounds that return are the distant sound of a whistle and the increasing thrum of his heart beat, racing forward as he realizes he's hurt. He's hurt bad.

He just needs to keep going. He just needs to get up for a little bit-

Aizawa's on the ice, headed directly towards him, face devoid of it's usual annoyance. Instead, his eyes are wide with concern, arms thrown in the arm with shock.

"7! What the fuck happened?" Aizawa shouts, "You've taken worse hits that that-"

They meet eyes and Aizawa's understanding seems to change. He whips around, waving for someone. "Medic!"

"I'm fuckin' fine." Bakugo grits out as he tries to stand.

"Medic!"

"Don't pull me, I'm fine-"

Aizawa's crouched at his side, hand on his shoulder to keep him down as the medic team finds their way to the ice. The whole stadium is watching him lay there like a moron-- like a weakling, with these shocked faces-

Including the scouts.

"Aizawa, please let me keep playing, don't make me sit out." Bakugo finds himself pleading. The pain has him emotional, almost delirious, "I can push through."

"Absolutely not," Aizawa says, "We're getting you sent to the hospital, kid. That leg's not right.'

Bakugo snarls through his mouth guard. "You're ruining my career!"

"Katsuki." Aizawa only uses real names when he's being serious, "If you skate on this thing you'll never have a career."

The ride to the hospital is a blur. He knows his team said goodbye, one even slipping him his phone as he got carted off. The medic team is nice; they ice his alarmingly swollen knee and try to ease his worry, but the atmosphere changes in the hospital.

Torn ACL and MCL, both needing surgery and physiotherapy before he should consider returning to the ice. It's serious; he can tell by the doctor's face. His knee might be fucked for months, if not forever.

His cell phone has been ringing nonstop-- mostly calls from you, trying to figure out which hospital he was sent to and what's going on, but he doesn't answer. He powers it off, unsure of when he'll have the heart to admit out loud that hockey might be over for him.

[alovelyburn]

So one thing with that certain kind of Berserk fan is, when confronted with the whole homoeroticism question they’ll deny it with comments ”Guts doesn’t love Griffith he hates him/wants to kill him.” And to me that kind of response is a little indicative of the shallowness of their understanding of, I guess, emotions in general? Or at least in fiction. Or at least in Berserk.

Because like if i say Guts still loves Griffith in the present-tense, still wants to be near him and acknowledged by him and valued by him, that doesn’t mean I think Guts doesn’t want to kill him. Guts’ relationship with Griffith was always very complicated, particularly from Guts’ side because his feelings were all tied up in hero worship and gratitude and friendship and his desire to be acknowledged as a peer and such. After the Eclipse none of that really changed, it’s just that now he’s added anger, hate and homicidal impulses. It’s all like a big complicated muddle.

He focuses on the anger/hate and violence because it’s easier for him to deal with than the rest of it under the circumstances. But like Puck even lampshaded that those things aren’t all there is.

You know?

This is kind of inspired by a comment elsewhere that was actually a sarcastic remark mocking the idea that Griffith wants to have sex with Guts instead of killing him.... but that comment was just kind of dumb.

It goes back to what I was saying the other day about how western berserk fandom doesn’t really perceive what’s actually happening in Berserk as evidenced by people just discussing things that “happened” as facts even though they literally didn’t happen. They just expect the “villain” to want to kill the “hero,” so they think he does even though he obviously doesn’t. At worst he doesn’t care.

#ariel talks about berserk

[fruitcoops]

Hi hi Eve! I hope you’re good! For some reason I can’t get the Lions as kids out of my head lately, I bet they were the cutest ever! So I wanted to ask if you could write something with the Lions firsts at hockey when they were little, maybe Leos first time in the goal or Logans first hat trick, Dumo learning to skate, Finns first goal ever or something along those lines? Please and thank you! ❤️

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Trick or Treat! In the wake of the newest Vaincre chapter (which left me screaming, crying, and shaking in my boots), here's our favorite Frenchie's first hat trick <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Skates scraped on the ice as the players found their spots. Logan bent, keeping his stick close and ready when the time came. The boy opposite him was shuffling a little to keep his balance—he favored his right side. Logan made a mental note to move left while the referee skated over.

“On three, oui?” he announced. A small chorus of ‘ouais’ answered, but Logan kept his eyes on the ice between them. His feet were steady. His muscles were starting to get sore from standing still for so long. Maybe that squat competition with Noelle had been a bad idea.

“Go, Lo!” Sydney cheered from the bench. Logan’s neck heated under his pads; didn’t she know how embarrassing that was? He was almost eight. He didn’t need his sisters yelling for him like he was a baby.

“One, two, three!”

The puck made a satisfying clack on Logan’s stick when he snatched it out from underneath his opponent and made a break for the goal. It was easy to swerve around their first line—that kid was tall, but skinny. He yelped when Logan’s shoulder found his rib, too slow to grab at him before Logan was well out of reach.

His shot sailed in perfectly, because of course it did. A wave of cheers went up from his side of the bleachers. Logan smiled.

--

One night, Logan had been up past his bedtime and heard his dad on the phone in his office. He had stopped to listen and heard words like prodigy and talent and prospect, in a couple years. The pieces weren’t hard to connect after that. Whoever was on the other end of the phone liked his skating—there had been similar conversations about Noelle two years ago, and now she had scouts at every single game.

Logan wasn’t a hundred percent sure what a prodigy was, but it had sounded good when he whispered it in the darkness before scampering upstairs.

It sounded even better in his head when he tapped the puck between the bent legs of a smaller boy and snapped it across the ice to Peter, who passed it just before bouncing off one of the other team’s enforcers. Logan pulled it back to himself and looped around the back of the goal for an easy tip-in. His lungs burned with the sparky, wonderful feeling being on the ice always brought, the one that made him want to stay there forever.

“Deux!” Noelle hollered, pounding on the glass while their sisters cheered and their mother shook her head with a smile. “Un autre, LoLo! Un autre!”

Coach patted the back of his helmet when Logan swung back to the bench. “You know what a hat trick is, Tremblay?”

“Ouais,” Logan panted around the spout of his waterbottle.

“Ever gotten one?”

Logan shook his head, pushing his helmet up when it slipped.

Coach raised a brow, then tilted his head toward the glittering, perfect ice. “Wanna try?”

--

It was a little unfair that one more goal was so hard to score. Logan wrinkled his nose when another shot went wide—they had swapped their goalie out, and the new kid was a whole lot better. He met Logan’s glare with one of his own and settled into a crouch. Logan’s scowl deepened.

Marc slipped him a quick, sharp pass right near the crease and Logan went for it, but the puck bounced off the goalie’s left blocker and was gone in half a second. “Merde,” he hissed. One of the other kids gasped and he ignored them; it wasn’t his fault other people didn’t have sisters to teach them fun new words. That sounded like their problem to fix.

There wasn’t much time left. He had seen it happen on TV a million times, three gorgeous goals and then a rain of hats coming down, but he had also seen the disappointment on players’ faces when they got so close but still not there. Logan wanted it. He wanted it bad. And that goalie wasn’t going to give it to him, prodigy or not.

Sirius Black got a hat trick when he was seven, he reminded himself as he hung back, away from the muddle of players tripping over each other in front of the goal. Sydney had warned him against that: don’t play bunchball, LoLo. The puck will go to whoever can catch it when it tries to sneak away.

Their dad liked to keep tabs on all sorts of Quebeçois players for them to watch; Black was a growing favorite, but Logan was pretty sure nobody would ever be better than Dumais. At only 26, he had been skating longer than Logan had been alive, and was already becoming a hockey legend. Logan loved watching him play. It was like seeing a magic show.

But—but maybe it wasn’t fair to compare himself to Black and Dumais. They were older, after all. Dumais was a professional. And Black was better than everybody at everything, always had been, probably always would be. Logan hopped back onto the bench when the whistle blew, out of breath and overheated.

Coach tapped his shoulder with the edge of his clipboard. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” Something in his chest hurt when he thought about his earlier goals. They had felt easy. Why was this one so hard?

“Need a breather?”

Oui. Logan bit the inside of his cheek. “Non, I can keep going.”

“Have some water, kiddo. I’ll put you in for the last shift.”

He made a face at the floor, but didn’t protest. Arguing with Coach never ended well. If he wanted a chance at that hat trick, he’d have to keep his mouth shut for just few more minutes. Begging for shifts would get him nowhere fast, and sass would make sure he was benched until he left Juniors.

Stupid goalies.

--

24 seconds remained on the clock when Logan was finally allowed to skate again and he hit the ice running, sliding right up against one of their D-men for a good shove to take the puck. They fought for it—Logan was littler than most of the kids his own age, let alone the ten-year-olds on the verge of aging out—and he dug his elbow into the bigger boy’s side. A yell, a flinch, and the puck was Logan’s.

Marc caught his eye and then his pass, carrying it past two more defensemen before Logan shouted for it again. Fifteen seconds. So close. He was beginning to understand what announcers meant by ‘puck-hungry’ players, because he could feel the need in the pit of his stomach.

Ten seconds. Logan reached the blue line and went for it, eyes trained on the sliver of space between the goalie’s glove and the post.

He didn’t make it.

The goalie’s gaze locked on his own once the puck was knocked away and Logan saw him grin, smarmy and mean behind his visor. Some furious noise slipped out and he lunged for the rebound. Mine. The goalie braced. Sirius Black liked sneaky, perfect shots. Pascal Dumais was the master of wraparounds.

Logan reeled his stick back and slammed the puck into the net as hard as he could.

“OH MY GOD!”

He could hardly hear the buzzer blare around the shouts of his teammates and his sister’s shriek still echoing in the rink. He managed to stumble free of the huddle and scrambled toward the bench, launching himself over the side and into his mother’s waiting arms. Distantly, he remembered they were supposed to shake hands with the other team, but Logan was sure he was about to vibrate right out of his skin while his family yelled a million and one perfect things directly into his face.

“—great look—”

“—that’s three!—”

“—proud of you, mon cher—”

“It’s a hat trick!” He grabbed the front of his father’s coat, giving him a clumsy shake. “Papa, that’s a hat trick!”

The whole world went dark in the depths of a thick wool sleeve; Logan let himself be hugged so tight he could hardly breathe, feet dangling off the ground, every muscle worn out. “You did so good,” his father whispered. Logan pushed his face deeper into scratchy fabric and listened to his own heart beat rabbit-fast in his ears. A big hand came up around the back of his head, trembling slightly; he felt a bump on the top of his helmet, like someone’s chin resting on it. “Oh, Lo, we’re so proud of you.”

Logan wanted this feeling forever. The rush and burn, the fight and the sweet, sweet victory. His teeth chattered at the flood. He felt like he could skate forever and ever and ever and never stop again. It was so much and yet he still wanted more.

“I want this,” he said when he could breathe again. His hands were still clenched tight in a coat that smelled like home. His father’s dark eyes were so very bright when Logan looked at him. “I want this, papa.”

A slow smile spread over his face and he heard his mother chuckle. “Oh, god,” his father laughed, squeezing him once more. “Of course you do. Three out of four. Just our luck.”

Logan couldn’t wait to see how far he could go.

#logan tremblay #noelle tremblay #marius tremblay #sydney tremblay #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #sirius black #pascal dumais #fic o'ween 2022 #noot fest #hat trick #lions firsts #fluff #hockey

[tomopri]

time for another abno oc *thumbs up* This one is tied to two of my other ones (puck and chainsaw; she's actually. chainsaw's mom + puck's sister. dw about possibility i'm literally just doing whatever at this point)

decided morgan would get smth kinda like you'd see on the wiki or in the encyclopedia so here we go (will be reiterating some stuff from the image);

The Green Lady (sometimes referred to as Morgan; it's not stated clearly as to why, but it's assumed as a reference to The Green Lady from Arthurian legend.)

Subject Classification: F-01-65

E-Boxes: 10

Attack Type: BLACK (1~2)

Risk Level: ZAYIN

This Abnormality is Capable of Instadeath

This Abnormality is Capable of Employee Alteration

This Abnormality can Benefit the Facility

Good Mood Range: 8-10

Norm Mood Range: 6-7

Bad Mood Range: 0-5

"Have you seen him? What have they done with my baby brother?" - The Green Lady's Entry

The Green Lady (F-01-65), also known as Morgan, is a pale woman in a ragged, green dress with plants for limbs; branches as her left arm and leg, and vines as her right. She has short blonde hair with two pigtail-like bits of hair and a very small 'antenna' piece of hair. There are leaves growing out of her face. She has severely damaged wings, with her right having part of it replaced by a large piece of leaf.

Rather than standing in the center of her containment, she rests on her knees in the corner.

Ability

Her special ability is triggered once any work is finished, though the effect differs based on the result. After a Good work result, she grants the employee a crown that appears to resemble a small wreath. The crown heals +12 SP and +7 HP every few seconds (2~4) and remains until the end of the day. After a Normal work result, she grants the employee a necklace that resembles the branches of her left side. The necklace heals +6 SP and +7 HP every few seconds (3~6). After a Bad work result, she grants the employee a vine wrapped around one of their arms. The vine heals +2 SP every 10 seconds, but severely lowers their work success rate.

Getting two bad results in a row will cause the vines to rapidly engulf the employee(s) and suffocate them. The employee will be considered Dead near the beginning of the animation.

If more than 5 employees (not counting The False Fae/Puck/F-01-38, if he's in the facility) obtain the gift, they will all take decent White Damage (15~20) for the next few seconds (anywhere from 3 to 6 seconds, with damage occurring each second) before all gifts are removed. All of these gifts will disappear once the day is completed.

When an employee who finished a task with The False Fae works on The Green Lady, the success rate goes up by 20%.

Sending The False Fae to work with The Green Lady has a guaranteed perfect P.E. output

Origin

Despite being named after Morgan Le Fay from the Legend of King Arthur, she appears to have no ties to the story. Showed up at the corporation on her own, dragging herself in on barely functioning legs while calling for her 'baby brother'. She claims this is the place 'those monsters' dragged him.

Details

The Green Lady responds to the four works in order of best to worst: Attachment, Insight, Instinct, and Repression.

Like all Abnormalities, her energy output is determined by the number of PE Boxes at the end of the interaction.

im notdoing the rest of this right now this already took way longer than i expected LMAO

#my ocs #my art #lobotomy corporation #lobcorp #lobotomy corp oc #abnormality ocs #morgan #the green lady #F-01-65

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

💚 💜, or 🏵️ for your wips!

okay so answering for the golden ghosts because. yes. i like em. and since you didn't specify characters... well i can't do every character because. there's too many. but i will answer with the characters i have the most interesting facts about honestly

also putting this under a cut because it might get a bit long (and there are spoilers)

💚 {green heart} - what is this character's heart's desire? will they obtain it? find out that it's different in the end?

hunter- at this point in the wip, hunter's main goal is to be accepted and be a good golden guard. but, as the wip goes on, she's going to realize she's trans, realize that belos does not want the best for her, and her goals are going to shift more into living a life that's happy with her friends and family! that's eventually going to happen but it's gonna be hard...

caleb- caleb's heart's desire is kinda in a weird space because before he died, he just wanted to live a normal and happy life with evelyn, raise their kid together, etc. but ever since his death, he's been wanting to let the guards live out his dream and also he's kinda in a bit of a revenge thing but that usually takes a back seat. he does fail for a really long time on the first thing and the second thing he definitely fails on pretty much forever but he realized at one point near the end of the story that... he doesn't really care about making belos pay as much as he wants the ghosts to be able to move on and live better lives, which they eventually do.

joseph- joseph's the only guard who i've really thought a lot about internal motives for, his first real want is to be able to get off the mountain he's been living on forever (i promise i'll post chapter three soon it makes sense there) but after that (and after he is taken by the collector) his main want is just to be with hunter/bailey because they really care about her.

and then all of the other characters, i haven't really thought through as much, a lot of the other ghosts just want to be alive again, a lot of the other characters are just like. power. or . having a good life. those are just the three most interesting ones for you

💜 {purple heart} - is this character queer? in which ways? (or are any of your characters queer + which ones? if asker can't think of a character to ask about)

OH BOY THERE'S LOTS I'LL GO THROUGH THE ONES I FIND THE MOST FUN

hunter- using hunter right now as a name is a bit of a misnomer because what's eventually planning to happen is that she's going to be transgender! she's going to eventually start going by bailey, using any pronouns, and she's also aroace!!

alexandria- alexandria is also a trans girl, also she's an ace lesbian!

sebastian- now seb's a bit complicated because of the system thing, i'll put the other members of the system in their own places but seb himself is alloaro and gay!

roslyn- roslyn is one of seb's headmates, she's a trans demigirl, ace lesbian, and uses she/they pronouns<3

mars- another one of seb's headmates, mars doesn't use pronouns and is aroace/agender. triple a for the win i suppose

atlas- last of seb's headmates i promise, atlas uses she/he pronouns and he's gnc and gay

oliver- oliver is just ace and gay it's cool. i said he was bi before but he just uses the word gay honestly.

joseph- this is a HUGE spoiler but after hanging out with the collector for long enough, he realizes he's also a demiboy and starts using they/he pronouns and going by the name puck

as for canon characters that have queer headcanons in here (excluding bailey i already talked about her): eda and lilith are both demigirls and use she/they pronouns, adrian is a gnc gay and uses he/she pronouns, darius is gay, willow is alloaro and pansexual. and also trans and uses she/they, luz is fully just gnc and uses they/she/he pronouns, gus is trans and aroace, i think that's it for things that are different

and then i also have some side characters, the scout squad that i can put in really quick:

eloise- he/they pronouns, gnc lesbian

sparrow- they/them pronouns, agender and polysexual

jade- she/they pronouns, transfem and aroace

eclipse- she/he/it/xe pronouns, genderfluid and abrosexual

agnes- he/she pronouns, boyflux and achilliean

roza- she/her pronouns, queer and polyam

jamaal- any pronouns, arospec and bi

everyone is just a bit queer in my heart okay (has no self-control)

🏵️ {rosette} - talk about where your inspiration comes from!

the inspiration for this au came from coraline because. i love coraline and the idea of the ghost children was my inspiration mostly. and yeah, it kinda went from there

#asks answered #the golden ghosts #sorry that was long i can't just keep things short sometimes okay

[ducknotinarow]

Foot Clan AU Casey and Karai - [🏒] our muses play a game of ice hockey on a frozen lake

| SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based

Karai, was the first one to make her way into the small cabin. Slipping through the now open door back, pressed to old splinter wooden walls. Mask covering part of her face. As she narrowed her gaze searching out into the deep dark sea of darkness in the house. Long ago left abandoned or to seem that way. It now severed as a safe house. Or was meant to be that way. Leaving the foot wasn't really an option. There was only one way you got to leave the clan. Through death. Either by giving it for the honor of the foot. Or by having it taken when you lost that honor. Which was exactly what brought Karai here today.

Ears trained on the silence of the still old house, short of small sounds of the house simply settling. Pipes hidden away behind wood and insulation creaked. As Karai made her steps lighter than a feather moving across egg shells. Near about holding her breath in as she made her way through the house. Her eyes scanning her surroundings as she made her way through the empty house. But it was better to check. More to make sure the place truly was empty. There was evidence of someone being here not long ago at best. Could down water droplets from the coffee pot and the smallest specks of a Ramen season packet on the counter. But it seemed that was all the evidence left behind. Karai wondered if it was pure luck at that.

Soon ease her walk into a more casual stroll. Not minding how each step made the old wooden floor planks squeak with each step she took forward. Clicking her tongue against her teeth annoying because they got here to late. They hit this spot but clearly ran off. And she didn't have much to work with to prevent the trail going cold. Walking over to the window as she peered out there was snow covering the ground, may be able to find the faint evidence of foot prints? She thought to herself before she drifted her attention to the near by lake and gave a roll of her eyes. "Casey"

Pivoting on her heels as she made her way out and off to the frozen over lake she could feel the vine in her head starting pulsate. Fingers starting to curl in towards the palms of her hands as she makes her way over to the froze lake finding her brother out there. "Casey!" She yells as she removes the mask from her face throwing it down into the fresh powered of snow. "We are meant to be tracking down a deserter not playing on the ice." She spoke up managing to keep her tone far more even this time around as she spoke. Cocking her hip to the side as she folded her arms over the front of her chest. "Not practicing trick shots." She expresses clearly unimpressed in the moment. And taking out her annoyance of the cold trail on her 'older' brother who didn't seem to care as much as he should about this whole mission.

If anything Casey seemed to be more enjoying that they were so far away from home. Having be trailing after the traitor far into New Hampton. Karai on the other hand has desired so strongly to be given the mission. After all she was planed to wear the Kuro kabuto one day so how best to make it clear she was next in line then to show any one who dared to leave could? She stepped on the ice testing it a moment should be safe if Casey was skating out on it. It was fairly slick but she was able to balance and slipped out and make her way next to her brother. Slightly annoyed by how he seemed the full opposite her and not taking it serious in the slightest. "You know father isn't going to care how many pucks you slam into that net compared to you being the reason we lost track of them." She goes and used their father's ever threatening aura as a way to get through to Casey.

Before she sighed and looked over to the safe house. Lips pursing a bit as she found it in her to suppress the need to shiver. Even with her armor the icy chill of the air, only colder on top the lake was seeping into through the plates of steel. "Not that is matters this was a bust, they left a good time ago. Made it more a pit stop more than anything." She expressed her annoyance with a huff. They weren't the first to try and leave after all. And in some attempt to extend help to those who tried a sort of trail had been left behind for other foot soldiers. Of course none truly made it all the way clear. Least that was what they were always been told. Which only set more pressure on to Karai's shoulders. If she were to be the first to allow one to slip away for good? Hell what ever her father did wouldn't compare to the shame she would have to carry despite being the new head of the clan. No one would take her serious. She had always known that this was where her path was leading up too. All the harsh training everything. She was being made out to be refined into the perfect foot ninja, nothing less would be able to stand at the head after all.

As he mind was lost in that thought the sound of blades on ice was not helping her as she reached out and near about tore Casey's hockey stick out from his grip. "Would you cut it out!" She snaps bearing her teeth at him. "What about any of this are you not understanding! We are after a deserter! We are on a mission to take blood! That is the only. ONLY" she repeated the word as she pointed a finger towards Casey as if that would somehow get it through his damn thick skull. "Way anyone is allowed to leave our clan Casey! So stop screwing around! And you wonder why father keeps looking at you like you nothing but a fucking joke!"

The venom in her words were not lost on her but in the moment of anger she couldn't control the lashing her tongue just gave. There may be things she was unaware of but she could see what passed over Casey's eye when she spoke like that. Of course she didn't offer an apology. Simply moving to straight her self as she looked over the hockey stick in her hands now. She let her words hang in the air between them even if she didn't mean it it might not matter. A see decided his hockey stick was more interesting, she really didn't mean that. Casey risked his ass for her often and took more blows for her then any other ninja in the clan ever would. Karai wouldn't be surprised if Casey tried to take blame for this failed mission even. It was just the stress talking. But not Karai talking to express that was the case. Stress or not she couldn't let anything slip through. She set the end of the stick down on the ice and slightly tapped it to the ice a few times.

"I still don't get your obsession with this sport." That was her way of saying she didn't mean it by changing topic. Eyeing the puck she moved to slightly tap the side side with the stick. "hmm slippery." She mused in her observation. Letting her gaze shift to the side to look at Casey trying to read his own expression right now before quickly looking away not sure she really wanted to note any expression her words might have painted on to him just then. "What do you call it? A hat trick?" because she did absorb some of what he rambled on about when it came to the sport. It was her way of saying sorry, a way of saying she didn't mean it. Karai wished deeply she could just do that instead. She handed the stick over towards him.

"Think you can do one?" She offers in a faint challenge her smile a tad more sheepish extending her attempt of peace with the offer. "Eh I need to think about where to check next besides,they have to be moving on foot right now with how the weather is." In case Casey brought up the mission. "besides they can get all the way to the boarder and will still catch them." Will as in both of them. She hopes he understands when she makes the concussion attempt to express it would be both of them. Pulling the hockey stick her way now. "Unless your only talk?" She smirks now "I mean easy to claim you can make all those shots with that big gap tooth mouth of yours, but I bet you crumble under pressure. I bet you couldn't even land a puck to the back of the guys head." She offers knowing Casey? he might actually try knocking the guy they were tracking like that.

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[you're weird and annoying but your still my brother -aflockoffeathers] #[foot!caey au] #[12 verse] #meme answer #winter season & holiday meme #ic reply #stay queued #((like how I said I might not do to many of these and yet here we are XD)) #(( ;3; I hope casey knows moments like this? is why she's going to be willing to do anything to save him from the foot himself later ;3;)) #((I like to think they are out near the farm house and this is when Karai learned about it from Casey ;3;)) #((and ya know theres the irony of casey and Karai being on this mission to capture a deserter uwu))