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catboygretzky · 13 days

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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

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📜 realexyblog

haiku because exy is back:

GOD, why are my teams

SO fucking bad at exy?

FUCK this FUCKING sport.

#and i watch sports for why? entertainment? no way

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♛ queen-of-exy

I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! KEVIN DAY IS A QUEEN SHES LITERALLY A QUEEN ITS ON HER FACE

💃fox-me-up follow

queen on the court, pillow princess on the mattress amiright

♛ queen-of-exy

ive never felt more understood, I am kissing you w tongue

#marry me tumblr user fox me up

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🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

i'm just gonna say it. i know we're all thinking it. jeremy knox eats ass like it's his JOB.

👁 jean-mor-uhoh

babe literally no one was thinking that but i'm proud of you for speaking your truth

#we're friends but what cost. when all u talk about is jeremy knox eating ass.

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🧚 goalie-stan

#dan wilds #psu

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🌄 softkevinday follow

He lived. He served cunt. He died. He was Resurrected. Served more cunt.

#kevin day

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👸🏻 kevindazed follow

absolutely busted a fucking nut watching kevin day switch hands like that oh my god my nut was so forceful it created a new dimension.

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

hey can i join you in that dimension

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

Sure, just bring some snacks or something

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

hell yeah!!!!!!

#thanks youre the best do you like doritos?

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😎 foxyknoxy

the best exy team in the nation is a LIBERAL ARTS COLLEGE how many of those students even go to the games when your school is full of artists and theater kids. your student section must be wACK

😎 foxyknoxy

*sorry, 2nd best exy team in the nation

#fuck you theater kids!!!!!!!! can't even appreciate a good sport !!!!! anyway go trojans

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🙈 ittybittyminny follow

Andrew Minyard should get a little bite and chew. As a reward. Maybe a small gnaw. nomnomnom Maaaaaybe as a treat he can rip a throat out, but only if he's really really good

#only if he's REALLY GOOD and maybe tests negative for rabies but whatever you can't win em all

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

favourite exy rarepair????

☀️ usctrojanny

ACTUALLY !!!!! was thinking about this earlier and while ive never seen anyone talk about it.......aaron minyard and neil josten would be 👀 kinda cute???

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

omg wait why have I never thought about guys before!!!!!!!! noooo why did you say this, i can totally see it!!!!!! Neil would probably have to lean down to kiss aaron 🥺 do u think he has ever had to lean down to kiss someone 😭

☀️ usctrojanny

And obviously, u know me, im always here for a striker/backliner matchup

🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

this is all i'm going to think about for the rest of my life now, thanks, fuck you

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👅 nastyneiljosten

I want to put neil josten in a jar and shake the jar so violently he turns into sludge and then pour a drop of that sludge on to a petri dish so I can see what kind of bacteria he produces.

🦩 exyonmymind follow

what happens to the rest of the sludge?

👅 nastyneiljosten

*sluuuuuuurp* *swallowing sounds* *sluuuurp* *gargle gargle* *more swallowing sounds* yummy yummy in my tummy

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🐋 sexyexy

headcannon that neil josten is so feral bc andrew bit him and gave him rabies so now he's a literal rabid dog

👢exyinaphonebooth follow

You can't make headcannons about real people don't be freaks

🐋 sexyexy

exy players aren't real they're my little dolls that I can put into any situations I want and you can't stop me

#thanks anyway did u know andrew minyard gave neil josten rabies

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🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

ARE THOSE REFS FUCKING BLIND ????????!

#exy lb

👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

Kiss cams are only acceptable during sporting events if they zoom in on two players

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

ok but what if they're wearing a face mask

👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

smash your cages together obviously, don't be a pussy #love wins

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

fair enough

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🌸 softexy

Andrew and Aaron Minyard

#exy #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #palmetto foxes #psu #web weave #poetry

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#all for the game #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #aftg #andreil #dan wilds #jeremy knox #once again the web weave is the most accurate part of this post #👍#exyblr

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moralesispunk · 4 months

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okay it's not my usual posting but... simon riley is on my mind and i can't get him out and ive been thinking about ice hockey goalie simon riley...

simon who really doesn't care that he's been dubbed the best goalie in the league, that he's the name all the hockey kids who want to be goalies say when they're asked who they want to be when they grow up.

but for all the fame, no one knows anything about him off the ice. they only know the glimpses of the face they get behind the mask, the scar that goes over one eyebrow and points down to his eyes - the only part of his face that can be seen clearly. he gets called Ghost, the name chanted in the stands for nearly the entire time he's on the ice.

he towers above the rest of the team, even broader under all of the padding that makes him look like a giant hunk of a man.

even his team don't know him that well, not really. he's already on the ice, full kit on, when they arrive to training, and he's still there when they leave. if he's ever out for drinks at the bar with them he's in a seat that is nearly completely in the dark, hazel eyes but not much else can be seen under the low lighting. it's almost eerie. some of the new guys try and get a glimpse of his face at the start of every season but they eventually give up.

you know him, though. you're the girl he has at home, who's always in the stands and watching him with everyone else but who knows what lies beneath it all.

you're the girl he walks up to, helmet already on and arm swinging around your shoulder after a game as he hands you the other, carefully clicking the strap under your chin until your sitting on the bike behind him and he's tearing down the road back home.

home where he's open with you, where he's not the man hidden behind the helmet but your simon.

#i know ice hockey isn't big over here but let me have my thoughts of him in the uniform #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #ice hockey! simon

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wonder-kid-pugh · 11 months

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Listen to the Sound of my Voice - Alessia Russo x reader

*Trigger Warning - Read at your own discretion*

You couldn't do this anymore.

The entire day you have been feeling this way. And while it wasn't a new feeling to you, today it just felt exceptionally worse. You couldn't even describe it really.

It was just like this feeling of dread just completely enveloped you. A feeling of complete uselessness that you hated but couldn't shake. All while a massive weight was pressed on your chest. So much so that you feel your heartbeat is going to jump from your chest.

It was the feeling of being a complete burden to those around you. A feeling of being a complete waste. Feeling like you were nobody.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

The worst part was you knew you shouldn't feel like this. That you had a perfectly good life. You had a good family. Two loving parents and 4 annoying brothers you would do anything for. You had great friends. You were known in your community. You were seen as a good happy kid.

You volunteered and helped out at your old primary school that your mother taught at whenever they needed help. You coached your old football team and loved to coach the younger kids.

You were involved in sports teams. You became known as a solid wall inside of the goals. You were going to college.

You had the perfect life compared to most people.

So why did you feel so miserable?

Realistically, you know that you've probably been feeling this way for years. But you had just never dealt with it. You constantly pushed it down until it eventually got worse and worse.

This eventually evolved into panic attacks in your final year of school. Which was disguised underneath the guise of stress of exams.

So once exams were finished and you had slipped back on your happy mask for everyone it was soon forgotten about again. You continued on with life clinging onto that happy facade you had built up over the years.

And most of the time you dealt with it. Well in your own way. It mostly involved you taking time by yourself usually in your room. Most likely sleeping as well. In these kinda moods you often felt drained. Which often lead to you trying to sleep off this feeling.

Probably not the most healthy method but it's how you managed.

You managed on your own and quietly. Cause what else were you supposed to do? You were the middle child. Your parents were busy and you didn't want to bother them with your problems. Your brothers had their own stuff to worry about.

While you had friends, you never felt like you had a "best friend". You always felt like the left out friend to be honest.

But there seemed to be one person who noticed.

Alessia Russo.

The two of you had originally met through youth soccer. You being a goalie and her a striker meant you ran into each other a lot.

She was an absolute menace to you as a striker.

And Alessia couldn't help but be distracted by the pretty girl in goals.

But it wasn't until years later that you actually became friends. Alessia had made an appearance at your club you coached at to help inspire the kids.

Honestly you were shocked that she remembered you. But that day you worked well together. Despite not following your passion, you still knew you stuff and that's what made you a great coach.

It also sparked a small rivalry between the two of you from your childhood but it was all in good nature.

But when the session had finished and everything was tidied you she had asked if you had wanted to get a coffee. The second she smiled at you, you knew you couldn't say no.

And it went from there. For the first time in a long time you had felt seen. She asked you about everything. And you started off with the basic answers. Filling her in on your seemingly perfect life before turning the conversation back onto her accomplishments.

You had talked so long that you didn't noticed that the cafe was getting ready to close.

So sheepishly you both left, but not before Alessia got you number with the promise to meet up again soon. You smiled and gave it to her thinking she was just being polite. She was a big celebrity now. A household name. Why would she want to spend time out of her busy schedule with you?

So you were surprised when she did infact message you a few days later.

But when you joked about how you didn't expect her to actually text you, all you got was her dead serious answer of "she always keeps her promises".

And it just grew from there. You had both become an integral part of each other's lives. You went to watch her play occasionally. And she became your sounding board when college and work became too much.

Her teammates also found it hilariously funny that you were training to be a nurse as well knowing how clumsy their friend was.

But overtime she seemed to be the only one who could read you. The only one who noticed the cracks slowly developing in your masks. Or when you got into these certain moods.

She was also the only one who was able to fully pull you back from it.

Which is why you shouldn't of been surprised when she came knocking on your door.

You had planned to ignore her consistent knocking. Hoping that she would think you weren't home and would leave. But you winced when your phone rang beside you. You cursed silently when you saw Alessia's name flash on your screen.

"Come on Y/n!" She once again banged on the door. "I know you're there". "Please just open the door" she pleaded quietly through the door.

You creeped around to the door eyeing it as if wondering would she eventually just give up and leave if you stayed quiet.

But almost as if she heard your thoughts she just shouted through the door, "I'm not leaving until you open this door". After that you decided that you might as well open the door.

You plastered on a smile as you open the door. You clocked her worried eyes as you opened the door and forced on an even bigger smile. "Hey" you smiled as you leaned against the door, "what are you doing here?"

Alessia eyes scan you choicing to ignore the fact that you were consciously ignoring her just minutes ago. "We were meant to meet up today..."

Your eyes widened as you gently bang your head off the door. "Shit Less I'm so sorry!" You drag your hand down your face.

But she moves forward carefully and takes your hands in hers as she leans down to get a look at you. "Hey it's okay". She takes in your frantic appearance and how your breathing is a little too fast. She had always been good at that. Picking up on the small things.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she gently squeezed your hands.

You pursued your lips together as you forced albeit a bit stiffly. "Yeah I'm good" you nod lightly.

But Alessia could tell. Your smile wasn't real. And your eyes weren't as bright as they usually were. "Hey..." She gently said, "what's wrong?"

You gulped hard as you tried to shake her off with a smile. "Nothing. I'm fine".

The blonde didn't say anything. But you could just tell. By the way she looked at you. The softness in her eyes. The hint of pity or maybe it was sympathy. You couldn't really tell.

Maybe that's why you felt you needed to justify yourself like you usually did when others tried to do the same.

"Look" you chuckled weakly, "if it's because I forgot we were meeting up". You muster on your best smile, "I'm really sorry about that everything has just been really hectic recently and it must have slipped my mind". You send her a sorry smile, "I'm really sorry for wasting your time".

But she just shook her head, "You're never a waste of time".

You could feel your chest constricted again. But this time it was a pleasant feeling.

Before you could get yourself sucked into her gorgeous sky blue eyes, you clear your throat and go to grab your keys. "Yeah. Still I'm really sorry about this. You probably had a million other things you would have preferred to do today".

You pause your moments for a second as you look at her for a second and allow yourself to enjoy it in that instance. You place your hand on her forearm softly as you give her probably one of the only sincere smiles so far today. "Thank you" you say gratefully. "I'm... I'm really happy we reconnected that day and I'm really grateful for you". You squeeze her arm, "Seriously thank you for being my friend".

You go to try and move around her but she's quick to react and gently but firmly grabs your wrist.

"Uh why don't we just stay here instead? Maybe watch a movie or something..."

You scrunched your face at her as you cast a look at the door. But seeing this almost sends Alessia into a panic as she puts herself between you and the door. Her hand going for your hand almost as if to subtly try and take your keys from you.

But you just tighten your grip as you say almost monotonely, "Less I need to go..."

It's seems that Alessia fights with herself as she bites her lip before eventually sighing. "I don't think you should be driving right now Y/n..." She says as softly as she can. Her hand careful drifts upwards and you freeze when you feel her hand cup your cheek. Her thumb grazing underneath your eye.

"It looks like you haven't slept in days" she tried to reason with you. But you suddenly become self-conscious of how you look knowing that she's right and you probably look like a mess right now.

You tried to pull back and push away at her concern. "Less I'm fine really. Now I need to go".

But she doesn't let up on her grip. You pull harder knowing that the blonde is so soft that she would probably let go to avoid hurting you. However, you were mistaken as she doesn't let up. You lick you lips, "Alessia let go".

You could see the blonde visibly stiffen at the use of her first name which made you feel a bit bad. But you push it down right now as you start to feel your frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

But she just shook her head at you. "I don't think you should go" She said plainly. Her eyes scan you once more. "I don't think you should be driving right now. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you".

Honestly your heart swelled knowing that she cared so much for you. But in that moment you didn't know how to react.

No one had ever really gone to these lengths before just to check on you. To make sure you were okay. You didn't know how to react to someone caring thos much for you.

Which caused you to explode.

"Maybe I want something bad to happen!"

The silence was deafening

You watched as Alessia's face broke in front of you. As the realization hit full force as the words tumbled from your mouth. The look of heartbreak on the blonde's face made you want to take the words back. To somehow cram them back into your mouth as of you had said nothing.

But you knew you couldn't. There was no going back from this. So maybe that's why you continued on full force.

"Maybe I want something bad to happen to me" you admitted quietly. But to Alessia it was earth shattering. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if something were to happen". You shrugged as tears started to fall, "Maybe if I lost concentration and crashed it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen".

But it seems that she couldn't take it anymore. "Please don't say that" Alessia begs as her grip on your tightens again. Almost as if she's afraid that if she lets go you may disappear for good. "Please don't say that".

You shrug as if it didn't hurt you seeing how upset the forward was. "Well it's true".

Apparently those were the wrong words to say.

"That's not true!" Alessia shouted at you. Despite the tears streaming down her face, her eyes lit with a certain fire. "Don't you dare say that because it isn't true!"

She lets out a shaky breath as she looks at you full on. "Don't you realize how important you are to people? How devastated people would be if something were to happen to you?"

You were in slight shock. It was rare for the forward to yell unless it was soccer related. But this was something else. She seemed to be shaking with anger.

"What about the kids you coach? What about all your friends? Your brothers? Your parents?" She raised her voice slightly. "What do you think happens to them if something was to happen to you?" "They would be devastating Y/n" Alessia said her voice turning soft. "Your family would be inconsolable".

"And I..." Alessia starts but her voice catches. Her hands shake as they raise to stroke your head with a softness unknown to you. "I don't know what I would do" Alessia admits quietly.

You don't know what to do. Your completely overwhelmed. The weight on your chest gets heavier and her heartbeat becomes the only thing you can hear.

But Alessia quickly notices how your breathing picks up and you go off in a daze.

Her hands, however big were always gentle when it came to you. They cupped your face softly as she tried to get you to focus on her. But it was like everything was turned up to a hundred. You had never had one but you imagined this is what a sensory overload felt like.

All you knew was you were suddenly pressed against something soft but firm. Soft fingers gently uncurled your fists from your own shirt and moved it against something else. All you knew it was soft and you could feel the rhythmic beats underneath your fingertips.

You could feel air hitting the side of your head right by your ear. Right before you hear light whispers.

"Hey you're having a panic attack. So I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on my voice. Can you do that?"

You're just about able to give the smallest nod through your blind panic.

"That's good. That's really good". "Now feel that. Feel my heartbeat under your hand?"

Once again you give a small nod.

"Good. I want you to focus on that. Feel the beat. Don't focus on anything but that. Just feel that".

Somehow through your panic and her frantic ramblings, you are able to follow what she's saying.

"Your doing so well. Now try and follow my breathing.

You listen to her as she instructs you to take some deep inhalations and exhalations. You don't know how long you're there but you eventually feel yourself calm down as you get your breathing under control.

Slowly everything starts to quieten again and calm down around you. Your eyes slowly flutter open only to find the blonde in front of you.

It seems that Alessia noticed you calming down as well as she pulled back a bit. But only a tiny bit before your grip on her tightened not wanting to let go. Looks like Alessia understood what you wanted as she made sure she was still holding you securely. Close enough that her forehead was practically up against yours.

"I'm here" she whispers to you not wanting to frighten you after your panic attack. She nuzzles her head against yours affectionately, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere".

Still unable to find your words, you just nodded shakily before clutching onto the blonde.

Alessia readily took you into her arms. Rocking you gently as you buried yourself into her. Your head burrowing itself under head.

It was only then you realized that at some point Alessia had moved the two of you other to the couch. The panic attack had drained you as you leaned into Alessia who was slumped back into the couch.

It was quiet for a long time. Before Alessia decided to speak up. "I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you".

You pull back from her embrace as you scrunched your face at her confused. "Why? I'm just a nobody".

But the words had barely left your mouth before Alessia is correcting you. "Don't say that!" Her face is mixed with annoyance, frustration and sadness. "Your not a nobody". "Your extremely special" she tells your firmly her eyes flickering across your face. "Especially to me" she whispered softly.

Your breathing hitches as you notice how her eyes focus on your lips before they flicker back up to your eyes. But it seems that when you don't move away she took that as her chance.

Her nose gently nudges yours as she leans back in. She stops barely inches away from you. So close that you shuddered feeling her breath fan against your face. "Can I kiss you?" She asks. Your barely able to find your words as you just about nod and let out a small, "Yes".

You knew that you would remember that kiss forever.

Everything about it was perfect. The way her hands cupped your face. And how her eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation. How her lips brushed against yours before she fully committed to the kiss.

Or maybe it was just how the whole kiss summed Alessia up perfectly. Soft. Gentle. Innocent.

Or maybe it was the fact you had never felt as loved as you did in that moment.

It was so perfect that even when she pulled back, it only took you a second before you were chasing after her again. But this only earned you a giggle from the blonde. And as much as you wanted to be angry that you couldn't kiss her properly you couldn't find it in you when you saw her smile brake through.

The pair of you sit in a comfortable silence for a minute before her smile dampens a bit as her thumb traces a tear stain on your face.

"Your not a nobody Y/n" she says softly not leaving any room for argument. "Your someone special to a lot of people. Even if you don't realize it..." She bites her lip before continuing, "And from now on I'm going to make sure you know how much people care about you".

She kisses the crown of your head, "No matter how low you feel. I promise you you're never going to go through it alone. Not while I'm around".

You smile as you fixate on her eyes thinking back to that day the two of you had met up for a coffee. "Promise?"

She grins almost as if she's thinking of the exact same thing, which she is. Her eyes crinkle as you smiles and nods. "Promise".

"And I always keep my promises".

Hey guys. Sorry about the complete lack of updates recently. Everything is hitting me all at once and I'm super busy with everything. And if you couldn't tell from this update I haven't been feeling alright recently. So I decided to use it as inspiration really. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll have more updates for you guys soon. Hope you have a good day!

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo x y/n #manchester united women #manchester united wfc #engwnt

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hersterical · 9 months

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Loving the love that soccer player Robin has been getting lately so I decided to share some of my thoughts on it

She has a huge water bottle that’s the same size as her head that she absolutely refuses to share with anyone (unless it’s someone she has a crush on and then she’s too flustered to say no)

She also brings little snacks to every game and practice. Mostly fruits, like oranges, grapes, and watermelons and things like that. But she’ll also bring crackers. She’s much more willing to share her snacks than her water but would still rather not unless she really likes them.

Robin always tucks in her jerseys (too much fabric gets in the way and is super annoying).

Off the field her teammates think she’s pretty chill and laidback (she still masks around them) but on the field she’s really intense and fouls just as much as she gets fouled.

Everyone thinks she’s really good at flopping but really she’s just that clumsy.

Robin is the best trash talker of any and every team she has ever been on, but she only ever trash talks if a player is a jerk.

She might fall down a lot and is a little on the slower side (but not as slow as she thinks) but her footwork is phenomenal.

She usually plays left defender (she’s one of the only players who’s any good with her left foot) but enjoys and is passable at every position except for goalie.

Between having to be coordinated with your hands, the weird texture that the gloves always have, the being confined to a small area, and having to spend so much time just waiting for the ball to come to her but still always needing to be on high alert anyways just in case, goalie is by far her least favorite position. Plus that one time she took a ball to the face and got knocked out gave her a bit of a sour taste for that position.

She has gotten into two fights during games and it’s generally agreed that she won both of them (though she did have to sit out for the rest of the game after getting a bloody nose).

It’s largely debated who started the first fight (Robin insists she didn’t but everyone else thinks she did), but for the second one Robin was trying to stop her teammate from getting into a fight when the other player threw a punch (giving her the bloody nose). After that, all bets were off.

She did stop playing before season 3 because she just had so many extracurriculars to keep up with, but Steve got her to start playing on an inter mural team after they defeated Vecna as a way to help her cope.

Steve taught her how to play basketball (she sucks) and went easy on her the first time they played. Then Robin taught him soccer and refused to go easy on him (he sucks, but not as bad as Robin does at basketball). After that, all bets were off while playing basketball (it’s fine though because Robin was always on a team with Lucas which evened things out until Lucas got better than Steve at basketball, then Steve and Robin would be on the same team).

Steve and Robin go to all of each other’s games. Everyone’s annoyed by how loud they either cheer or heckle each other (depending on their mood).

Robin is a little disappointed that Lucas never took to soccer like he did basketball, but he’s always willing to play.

Mike and Dustin flat out refused to play, Will tried it but he was really bad and hated it, and El is actually almost scary good at soccer but only ever plays when they play an adjusted version that allows Max to play as well. Max is down for any and every activity that allows her to be physical even if soccer isn’t always her first choice. Erica hates playing soccer but will occasionally play to make Robin happy (not that Erica looks up to and thinks Robin is cool or anything…shut up).

Robin loves soccer because it feels like the only time she can trust her body just as much as she trusts her mind (or even more so after everything with the Russians and Vecna went down).

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #platonic stobin #stobin #robin is not a jock #but she does love soccer #soccer player robin buckley

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romione-trope-fest · 1 month

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Have An Ice Day

Fic Title: Have An Ice Day

Author Name: voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: Muggle AU

Brief Summary: Figure skater Hermione and hockey player Ron “meet-ugly” at the ice rink.

Word Count: 1580

Rating: G

Any Trigger Warnings: none

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Hermione Granger only dates hockey players.

This fact was born out of sheer coincidence and not out of any conscious preference she has—quite the opposite in fact. Most of the hockey players she has to deal with on a daily basis are crass and obnoxious, and the thought of dating any of them brings a grimace to her lips.

She likes to think maybe she just has a knack for finding the good ones in the bunch, but she had no idea that Viktor was a hockey player—rather a talented one, in fact—when she met him during a foreign exchange program at her uni. And Cormac—well, it was hard to say that she’d dated him, if a single disastrous blind date could be counted at all, and he certainly wasn’t one of the good ones. He was the type to argue every call with the referees, and know all of his stats off the top of his head, repeating them incessantly and without provocation. And this was for a recreational team at their local rink; Viktor played on a low-level professional circuit and didn’t have the same obnoxious quirks.

So it’s not like she’s seeking out these hockey players. But still, the fact remains.

“He’s cute.” Lavender sidles up next to Hermione at the glass and slips off her skate guards before reaching up to fix her long blonde braid.

“He’s late,” Hermione gripes back, glaring past the scuffed up plexiglass panels at the current unknown object of her irritation. She definitely doesn’t know all of the hockey players at the Hogwarts Iceplex, but she’s sure she would remember the bright shock of red hair peeking out from beneath his goalie helmet while he takes slapshots from a puck launcher at the blue line. She and Lav are supposed to have the ice to themselves for the next half hour until their lessons arrive. Mostly she only gets out on the ice anymore to coach younger figure skaters, but her best friend still convinces her to skate with her for fun from time to time.

“Oh, will you relax?” Lavender scoffs with a roll of her eyes, tossing her plait back over her shoulder. “I bet we could share the ice.”

“Whether we could or not doesn’t matter,” Hermione retorts. “We booked the ice for 3:00 and it’s now 3:07 and—Lavender!”

Hermione’s indignant shout doesn’t stop Lavender from clanging open the heavy door in the boards and skating out onto the ice toward the unknown goalie. Her dress shimmers even under the dull fluorescents of the Iceplex, and Hermione flings off her skate guards to follow her with a groan.

By the time she catches up to her, Lavender has already finished showing off a basic spin move and is curtseying to the applause of the goalie. Hermione rolls her eyes; unlike herself, Lavender has no qualms about her preference for dating hockey players. “Hermione, this is Ron,” Lavender introduces him as Hermione slows to a stop outside the goalie zone. “He’s new in town.”

“Is that an excuse for not knowing how to tell time?” Hermione snaps back, addressing only her friend. “This is our ice time.”

The goalie—Ron—pushes his mask up onto his head to glare at her. Damn it; he is cute. Even though his bright blue eyes are narrowed at her, Hermione feels like she could drown in them.

“D’you know your clock is wrong?” He gestures up at the digital red numbers on the wall above the penalty box, which may or may not at any given time be accurate. A quick glance at her watch tells Hermione that currently, they are not.

“That’s beside the point,” Hermione snaps back, forcing herself not to get flustered by the handsome stranger.

Lavender grabs at her arm, fingernails digging into her flesh in warning as she giggles at Ron. “You’ll have to excuse her, she gets a bit crabby when she hasn’t eaten.”

“I’m getting a bit hungry myself,” Ron says. Though he’s talking to Lavender, his eyes keep flickering back to Hermione. “How’s the food in the Penalty Box?”

“Awful,” Hermione blurts. She can hardly stand the smell of grease and beer that permeates the Iceplex pub, but she does pop in from time to time to see her friend Hannah, the bartender.

“What Hermione means is, there’s plenty of restaurants nearby, and maybe we can take you to one of those sometime,” Lavender corrects, though that’s not what Hermione meant at all, and she forcibly restrains an eye roll. “Show you around town.”

“Sure. That sounds great.” Ron smiles, and Hermione can’t help but notice how nice it is—not a given with hockey players. Although since goalies have to wear a mask, she supposes it’s less common for them to be missing any of their teeth. Honestly, she’ll never understand why they don’t all wear full cages on their helmets; idiotic machismo, probably. “I’ll get out of your hair, then.”

He gathers up his gear from the bench under Hermione’s impatient eye, and when he exits the rink, leaving the girls alone at last, Hermione turns on Lavender with a glare. “Since when do you need a chaperone to take a guy out?” she complains. “I don’t need to watch you slobber all over him over dinner.”

Lavender skates a wide circle around Hermione. “I said we because I knew you wouldn’t ask him out yourself.”

Hermione scoffs. “Me? Why in the world would I ask him out?”

“Because he was so totally into you. God, you can be thick sometimes.”

Hermione raises a skeptical eyebrow at Lavender, who drops easily into a sit spin, her glittery skirt fanning out around her. Lav still dresses in old competition outfits when they go skating, just for the fun of it, and she always turns heads. By contrast, Hermione is wearing her favorite fleece-lined leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, her frizzy curls piled into a messy bun atop her head. The glitz and glamour was always her least favorite part of figure skating.

“And what makes you think I was into him?” she retorts, folding her arms across her chest. Cute or not, the last thing she needs in her life is another hockey player.

Lavender affords her an eye roll as she rises out of her spin and slows to a stop. “You mean besides the way you were undressing him with your eyes?”

“I—I wasn’t—”

“Uh huh.” Her best friend grabs her hands and begins gliding backwards, pulling her around the rink. “Honestly, Hermione, he seems nice. You can give him a chance.”

“Oh, yes, and I’m sure he’ll be quick to give me one after that delightful first impression.”

“I doubt you’re the first uptight figure skater he’s ever met.”

“Doubtful you’re the first that’s ever flirted with him in net, either.”

A smirk twitches on Lavender’s glossy lips, and she winks at Hermione. “What can I say? We can’t all be in denial about our romantic preferences.”

Forty-five minutes later, after they’ve concluded their lessons, Lavender loops her arm through Hermione’s and steers their steps toward the pub. “One drink,” she coaxes as they march past the rows of smelly, overstuffed hockey bags that line the hallway between the ice and the locker rooms. A neon sign overhead with two letters burnt out and a gap in the row of bags mark the pub entrance in the middle of the hall. “I promised Seamus. And we’ll see if your new friend is still here.”

“Lav, he’s—” The words catch in her throat as she spots him at the bar, showered and in street clothes now, sipping on a frosty pint and chatting with Harry, one of the few hockey players at the rink who she’s neither attracted to nor repulsed by. If he’s friends with Harry, he can’t be all bad.

Lavender gives her a nudge in his direction and then prances over to the ragged leather couch in the corner where she deposits herself into Seamus’s lap with an exaggerated giggle. Hermione sighs and approaches the bar, shooting a nervous smile at Hannah in greeting. Ron turns and meets her gaze, and one corner of his lips quirks up. “Hi,” she says tentatively, sliding onto a stool next to him.

He pushes the little paper tray in front of him across the bartop towards her. “Mozzarella stick?” he offers, his smirk widening. “Or would you rather stay hungry and keep grousing at me?”

“No, thank you. But I am sorry,” Hermione apologizes. She means it, but she pushes the greasy offering back towards him. “We got off on the wrong foot. I don’t have much patience for the chaos of the rink.”

“You don’t say.” Ron smiles to lessen the impact of his quip, and Hannah leans against the bar to interject as she sets a glass of water in front of Hermione.

“To be fair, Hermione here does the rink’s bookkeeping, so she gets stuck with more of the chaos than anyone,” she explains to Ron, who looks at her appraisingly.

“You work here, too?” Hermione nods. “Come on, you must like hockey, then. To spend all this time at the rink.”

Harry snorts from Ron’s other side, and Hermione leans around Ron to glare at him. As she does, she catches a whiff of something spicy like cinnamon, and her heart gives a little thud of appreciation. “Not really,” she admits. “But I think it’s growing on me.”

#submission

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againstthegrainphoto · 1 month

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This is the best goalie mask in the nhl. Change my mind.💁🏻‍♀️

#philipp grubauer #seattle kraken #kraken lb #againstthegrainphotography #🦑🦑🦑#⚓️™️#second place goes to Elvis’s la Catrina mask.#third goes go maf’s Native American mask #what you can’t see is the cutest little squid on the top of this mask

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kirby-the-gorb · 4 months

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reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

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kitnita · 1 year

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jake oettinger postgame — MIN vs DAL — 02.08.23

jake, i was letting the boys know how enjoyable it’s been being between the benches, and your calmness and your ability to lift the mask, talk to your buddy wedgie there between the benches -- scott wedgewood -- and still somehow focus on the game at hand. have you always had that demeanor and that calmness about you?

yeah, i’m pretty confident in my game right now and i know i’m playing my best when i’m just having fun. and, you know, just shooting it with the guys. wedgie keeps me calm in there, gives me stuff that he sees, so it’s fun to go back and forth with him. and you know, i’m having the time of my life in there, so, it’s fun.

jake, we were just talking about your depth in your hockey club. from top to bottom, first line to fourth line, you guys have people that can contribute offensively. who are the toughest guys to face in practice in a day-to-day basis?

uh, i think this one’s pretty obvious, but jason robertson’s probably up there, um, of guys i’ve faced in practice in my career. he’s, uh … you know, it doesn’t shock me, these goals he scores ‘cause he does it every day in practice. um, you know, the guys that you know are out there early and doing goalie skates and stuff, you know, he’s working on little ways to score and trying new stuff. he’s one of those guys -- i mean, he’s got 35 goals this year and you know, if you came to our morning skates or our practices you’d think he might be the extra forward for how much he’s on the ice, so, you know, no surprise he’s doing as well as he’s doing.

#stars lb #hockey #stars #dallas stars #jake oettinger #+ mentions of robo & wedgie #who i'm not tagging this time ksjdhfg #anyway! he didn't call robo a rink rat!! character growth!!!#z:edit

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weiying-lanzhan-fics · 10 months

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Play Wangxian by lorelaiart

What a fun, sweet, and cute story! 🥰

Loved the slowly evolving relationship between WY and LZ.

Quotes:

He stood corrected: there was no hope for them.

Wei Ying hauled ass back to get open for Lan Zhan, but the fucker chose to not pass it to him again.

It’s not that the other defenseman in Wei Ying’s line was untrustworthy, no, far from it. Wen Ning was nothing if not reliable. Wei Ying actually found him endearing; the man was so timid and shy off the ice, but an absolute beast once he tied up his skates. So that wasn’t the problem.

The issue was the Wen Ning wasn’t as open as Wei Ying. Lan Zhan forced Wen Ning into a tough play, and it didn’t matter that Wen Ning made it out unscathed. The whole situation could have been avoided if Lan Zhan just looked at him.

It had been three, going on four, games like this. Lan Zhan ignoring him and sending him pissy looks whenever he handled the puck for too long around the net. Not a lick of trust.

Wei Ying chewed furiously at his mouth guard and then dashed back up the ice.

What am I doing, just skating sprints out here? He thought, beyond irritated.

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He saw how Lan Zhan waited, waited the 1.5 seconds to see if Wei Ying would get up. This was hockey, after all. There was no staying down unless you couldn’t physically stand. Wei Ying saw the moment that Lan Zhan recognized he was truly injured, and there was no hesitation when he ripped of his mask and dropped his gloves in the same breath.

Wei Ying forgot to breathe himself as he watched Lan Zhan cross the short distance to Jin Zixun. How he could still look so graceful in anger and in all of that equipment was a wonder, but he did. How he looked flawless as his fist connected with Jin Zixun’s helmet and knocked it off his head. The ease in which he prevented Zixun from landing a hit on him.

Wei Ying skipped the video backwards to watch again. And again. Until his eyes couldn’t take it anymore and he had to turn off his phone. He leaned back in his chair again with eyes closed, his head swimming. But through the sluggishness and pain he still had the ability to think, Lan Zhan went to bat for me?

E, 28k

Summary:

Wei Ying was supposed to be a Yunmeng Lotus for life. He had made a pact with his best friend – basically brother – Jiang Cheng at the start of their professional careers. When they both had been drafted to their hometown team, they promised to play side by side forever. They promised to lift the Stanley Cup together one day.

But that obviously wasn’t only up to them to decide. And no matter how well Wei Ying played, Yu Ziyuan – the owner of the Lotuses and Jiang Cheng’s mother – always found a reason to hate him. Wei Ying scoffed softly to himself.

So there he was, freezing his ass off in Gusu as he jogged towards the practice facility to meet his new team.

Or, a hockey au where Wei Ying gets traded to the Gusu Blizzard - the worst team in the league. He has no hope for either a winning season or getting along with his new stunning and talented goalie, Lan Zhan.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #ice hockey au

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jazzybot4 · 7 months

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📓 !

The 'give me a blank notebook and I tell you about a fic I'm not writing' meme which is blatant bait but ok here goes. Call of Duty fandom, feat. the Ghost comics as a baseline. '22 timeline. The basic premise is 'Single Dad Simon Riley', because I want that man to have a kid damnit he's got All the Trauma he deserves one universe where he gets to mitigate some of that trauma. The setup is: Ghost is a mercenary who works with a select group of people, because he's *out* he's not in the Service anymore he's a goddamn single dad. He's going to leave his kid with a babysitter he trusts and he's going to go out and do the murders that the government will pay him to do. Joseph is his entire world and most of his personality at this point. He does not live on base, but near it. Cue him running occasional missions with the 141 and Soap *paying attention* to him, because he's down bad for the big man with the gentle voice and utter unhinged battlefield methodology. Gaz gives him endless shit for it. They go on a mission, it's *bad*. The kind of people they go after are monsters, after all. There's a kid, and Ghost *instantly* goes into Dad mode. He's down on her level, talkin' to her soft and gentle, and he extracts her himself because she's terrified but also he's going to be making sure she ends up with medics and then a good care home. Soap is down incredibly bad, he is so fuckin' thirsty, that man is hot as fuck and Soap desperately wants him to make any sort of indication that his flirting is accepted. Simon flat out tells him that he doesn't have room for more than one man in his life and cue Soap dying a little inside thinking that Ghost has a husband already shit he's a lucky man. It's comms banter and Soap responds with 'ah, shame. Must be the luckiest man, to have bagged you.' and all like gracefully bowing out, and Simon snorts. "He's *nine* and he's starting his new school on Monday, so if we're not out of this shithole by Saturday night, I'm gonna be a right bitch about it." He says, conversationally, and Soap perks right back up, ears standing straight up type puppy-happy attention because Soap *loves* kids. Cue Soap learning about Ghosts nephew, the kid he's raising all on his own (score!) and yeah. Yeah that's a whole thing and they get back to base and Soap catches Ghost at the gate with a hastily wrapped box of drawing pencils, because Ghosts nephew likes to draw too and Soap had these ones because he got them on a 2-for-1 sale at the art store and they're not opened. Cue an 'I'll show you my etchings' joke somewhere in there, and Ghost thaws. Just a bit. A tiny bit. He softens just a bit to say "Thank you, Johnny. I'm sure he'll love them." and then he's gone into the gloomy pre-dawn light. Soap *swoons*. Gaz, as the best friend he is, gives him a wholesale discount on the endless shit he gives him for being down so bad for an Operator that they've never actually seen officially or without his mask. Soap does in fact tape up the little thank you card Joseph drew him, that Ghost dutifully delivered to him. It has a little bar of soap on the front and the letters were made with little stamps and it's so fucking cute he cries about it.

The whole thing wraps up with a firefight in a jungle somewhere, Ghost confessing that he likes Soap a bit, a touch, just the tiniest amount really, and maybe Soap can be allowed to keep his hands, if he touches him. Soap shoots, he scores. The outro is a year or so later, with Soap showing up to the park for a youth football game, because Joseph plays and he wants to show Soap how good he is at Goalie. He's very good and Soap cheers embarrassingly loudly and Simon doesn't murder him even a little bit. I don't have the energy to write this entirely, the whole thing is goopy feelings softness, interspersed with intense violence, but it'd be fun to read if someone else wants to take this outline and run far, run fast, run screaming with it!

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rebelrobin86 · 1 year

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Platonic Stobin Month

(Prompt list by @lesbianancyy)

Part 1

1999 (My intro)

Robin and Steve were wearing fancy suits, sitting on the floor of an elevator. Steve groaned. "We're missing the wedding, because we're stuck in a stupid elevator!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have panicked and pushed every button like 100 times!"

"At least it's not the Russian Elevator, could be worse. It's crazy, if I never took that job at Scoops Ahoy, we wouldn't be here right now."

"You think you'd be sitting here with some other shmuck? Do you remember meeting me at all before Hawkins High?" Robin asked, Steve looked confused.

"I know it was never something we really talked about, but I still remember."

Alternate Meeting (Robin)

"I had just had soccer practise. The goalie Beth Wildfire said there's no way a klutz like me would ever stay on the team."

"The one who's bone came out of her knee?" Steve laughed seeing the irony.

"Yeah it was before then. The girls were all having this stupid sleepover, that I didn't even really want to go to, but I was the only one not invited. I had a crumpled dollar in my pocket, then went into Benny's Burgers for fries, but it wasn't enough."

"That sucks."

"Yeah well I was about to go home, but then you recognised me from middle school, you invited me over to sit with you and your friends." Robin smiled. "You yelled at Tommy for saying girls can't play soccer, then we went outside. I stole almost all your fries before going home."

Steve laughed. "I always wondered who fry girl was. She was a lot more interesting than my other friends. I started to question if she was even real or if I made her up."

"You never know I could be your imaginary friend, I might still be." Robin teased.

Snow (Steve)

"Speaking of imaginary, you remember the Snowmogorgon?" Steve asked.

"Yeah?" Robin laughed.

"That was crazy. The kids were playing D&D and we told them about the snow and this Demogorgon snowman. The Snowmogorgon, that was this big scary monster they had to defeat. Do you think they thought it was real?"

"I don't think so, which I don't get because the Demogorgon was real, but a snowman monster is too unrealistic. We definitely are the best monster fighters."

90s (Robin)

"Do you think Buffy The Vampire Slayer could have taken on Vecna or the Mind Flayer? A Demogorgon could be easy for her if she lit one of those stakes on fire."

"I don't know Rob." Steve replied. "Buffy's a Vampire Slayer, the closest we had to vampires was the Demobats."

"Yeah but she's fought so many other demons and monsters, not just vampires. We'll have to ask Max, it was her favourite show." Robin shrugged.

"I'm just glad, Max is over her Scream phase. I hated when she wore her Ghostface mask everywhere and called us to ask what our favourite scary movies were in that voice."

"Oh like." Robin imitated the voice "What's your favourite scary movie?"

"Never do that again." Steve laughed.

Friendship Jewellery (Steve)

Steve looked down at the rainbow bracelet he was wearing, then looked at Robin's matching bracelet.

"You think we'll have to take these off before the wedding?" Steve asked.

"No. We can't ever take these off, best friends for life. The nuggets will know."

"You're always going to call my daughters nuggets now? I did ask for it when I told you I dreamt about 6 little nuggets, 4 more to go." Steve smiled. "They were so happy making the bracelets for us."

"I never thought me and Steve Harrington would wear friendship bracelets, but I can't say no to them, they're too adorable."

Monster/Ghost Hunters (Robin)

"They do love when Auntie Robin comes over to play with them." Steve smiled. "It's not easy explaining you're here for me and not them."

"Shut up! Of course I'm there for the girls. It's fun playing Monster Hunters with them." Robin laughed. "Running around the house with pretend shot guns and molotov cocktails and blasting Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush to defeat the monster."

"I don't really like that game. Not because of what happened, but Max has played that song to death! Always." Steve starts singing in a muppet voice "Be Running up that road, be Running up that hill, be running up that building!"

"Why did Tammy Thompson sing it?" Robin laughed. "No I love the song, not just because it saved our friends life, but how much it annoys you when me and the munchkins play it."

Worms (Steve)

Steve pulls out a pack of gummy worms candy from his pocket, then starts eating them. "I just remembered I had these."

"Gummy Worms!" Robin excitedly took a handful of the gummy worms and started eating them. "Thanks Steve."

"They were Henderson's, but he's not in the elevator right now."

Scoops Ahoy (Robin)

"Do you remember my board at Scoops Ahoy, you rule, you suck? I wish I still had that. This might be a first for the you rule column." Robin laughed. "We may be stuck here, but you got us candy."

Confession (Steve)

"Robin. I have a confession to make about Scoops Ahoy." Steve said.

"What?"

"You know when I told Dustin not to lick my scooper, before you got us the map."

"Steve, I saw you lick the scooper. I just never said anything because it wasn't my scooper. I'm sure you had more free samples than Erica."

"Yeah probably." Steve laughed. "The USS Butterscotch was out of this world!"

Outfit swap (Robin)

"Do you remember when we were bored, we swapped uniforms and name tags at work?" Robin asked.

"Yeah a lot of customers didn't question why my name tag said Robin, but you got a lot of strange looks."

"You don't think I look like a Steve?"

"Definitely not. You need to be a lot cooler to pull off a name like mine."

"Hey!" Robin laughed, playfully pushing him.

Double Date (Steve)

"After the wedding. Do you want to go on a double date? Just us four." Steve asked.

"Yeah and we can eat something better than gummy worms." Robin rambled. "Not that gummy worms aren't good, but I don't think Nancy would like them or your wife either. Our ladies have fancy tastes."

"I could've gone for a Mcdonalds or KFC, but you're probably right. We'll save that for another time, but for now boothes and waiters. If you're interested?"

"Yeah it will be fun, if we ever get out of this elevator!"

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