#stupid by brendan whatever

[microcosmtoxin]

guy who only knows music from the weather on nightvale. guy who listens to any song and goes oh yeah like the weather from nightvale

#wtnv #this is me with a whole bunch of songs #stupid by brendan whatever #better go by mal blum #just found out HEEL TURN TWO is weather on ep63 #this should make sense because of i only listen to the mountain goats but i only know that song (one of my favorites of all time) from a #from a pikelan fanfic. or whatever. a pikelan fanfic #its a good one #and it is a capital S Scanlan song #dododo i dont wanna die in here

[gothushi]

white horse

pairing: simon x f!reader

warnings: canon s/a, simon feeling worthless, narrative paints him as pathetic because that’s how he feels, pining, one single use of y/n

note: went in a totally different direction for this but i’m happy with it. i think he deserves the world and more. i’ve left it open to your own mind whether you’re actually in a relationship with simon or not

word count: 5k

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Hands trembling, Simon hurriedly fishes his phone from his jeans pocket. Clothes scattered on the floor, pristine motel shower, towel wrapped too tight around his waist. His heart beats so hard he fears it may just pop right out of his chest, a sick feeling in his gut as he fights back his emotions welling up. Did he go too far..?

It’s subconscious, the way he dials your phone number, anxiously listens to the ring.. ring.. until you answer with a groggy “Hello?”

He steels his nerves, inhaling sharply when he hears your voice, neck straining with the effort to not break down into pieces right there. “Did I wake you?”

“Simon?” You had answered the phone before you realized you were even awake, just now registering it’s him. “No.. no you didn’t. What’s up?” You find yourself rolling over in bed, rapidly waking up. He doesn’t call often, much to your dismay, but you understand he’s undercover and isn’t able to as much as he’d like. So, to get a call so late at night, unprompted, stirs worry in you.

He feels his breath catch in his throat, shutting his eyes for a moment, “Uh.. it’s nothing.” A half truth. It’s been six days since he last called, but it hasn’t been because he doesn’t want to. If anything, he craves the comfort of your voice. He just can’t let you know he’s not okay. That he misses you. That he craves you. “I.. I just.. wanted to check in.” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

He slept with Brendan. Slept with him. Let Brady touch and touch and take. He can still feel his hands all over him, his tongue on his skin, rough and sharp. Even after taking a shower, gasping for air, scrubbing his skin so hard it’s sore, washing over his growing and current bruises enough to turn them a shade darker.. it’s still there.

You can obviously tell something is wrong, can hear the way his voice wavers, how he can’t seem to find his words. Sitting up in bed, you flick on your bedside lamp and see the book you were reading discarded beside you. “I must’ve dozed off while reading, so you caught me at a nice time.” You smile, letting him hear your calm and warm tone, not wanting to push immediately.

Simon’s breath is heavy, labored. It’s audible over the phone. He can feel his throat constrict and his hands are trembling, thighs weak. Memories of Brady flash through his mind, his hands, his- It’s not like he had a choice. He has to do whatever it takes. Right? “You sound.. sleepy.” He offers, words nervous like he’s choosing them carefully, “What were you reading?” Please don’t ask please don’t ask.

You can hear it, hear his gasping, as if you were standing right in front of him. The urge to ask what the fuck is wrong is so unbearbly strong but.. you know him. Know enough to wait a moment. Glancing down at your book again, you speak, keeping a soft tone, “That series I told you about last time.. I’m already on the third book.” You laugh a little, fixing the bookmark sticking out of the pages before getting up from bed, “What are you up to?”

Even in this state, a smile touches his cut lip, remembering the previous conversation about some fantasy book you had started. “Just… getting ready for bed. Took a shower.” Another half truth. He’s still wearing the damp towel, stood in the too bright bathroom and avoiding his own eyes in the mirror. He looks awful. “The book’s good?”

“Yeah,” your bare feet pad downstairs, going to the kitchen to get a drink, “I’m breezing through it, but the series isn’t even finished so once I’m caught up I’ll have to wait for the next book.”

This is nice, it’s helping to start to calm him down a little.. but.. his jaw clenches with the effort of holding back a sob. Brady’s hands yanking his shirt up, tongue licking his skin, roughly flipping him over with strength he never wants to feel again, bared before him whilst his lip drips blood onto the wooden floor. His eyes dart to his reflection. He looks.. defeated. Beaten. Bruises adorn his sides, jaw, lip bloody and rapidly scabbing over. The shower did nothing to wash away the ache in his bones, did nothing to cleanse the feeling of being used, his hands, the nails that scratched his back and the pressure of another body atop him.

“Simon?”

It’s too much. Did he go too far? He’s completely broken himself and for what? Revenge? Justice? Cam? Is it worth it? Of course it is. Anything for his baby brother. Even if it shatters him fully.

“Y.. yeah.” It’s whispered out, realizing he hadn’t spoken. The silence between the two of you lingers. He can hear the shutting of your fridge, the way that certain hallway floorboard creaks under your feet as you go back upstairs. It’s comforting really, let’s him know you’re there, real.

Back in your room with a glass of water, you sit back on the edge of your bed, taking a swallow of the cold liquid, “Simon.. what’s wrong?”

There it is.

The way you ask him.. makes his chest ache, and his voice cracks when he answers. He hasn’t told you much about what he has to do while he’s undercover but.. you’re intelligent. You can put things together. He takes a deep breath, willing himself to steady the shakiness of his breath and to not cry. “I..” his voice catches in his throat, almost raw, and he takes a couple more forced breaths.

He can’t. He’ll cry. His throat is tight, eyes blurring with tears. Brendan even patted his head like a dog when he was done.

“Did something happen with Brady? Are you safe?” Had you been more awake, that would’ve been the first thing you asked, if he were safe.

His throat trembles again at the mention of his name. “I’m okay..” he says, voice strained. “Just.. I’m..” He feels like he’s about to crack open entirely. He’s barely got it together as is, a few words and he might fall apart right now.

You know he wouldn’t lie to you if he were to be in danger, if he were at risk of being caught or something, so that eases your worry by only a millimeter. The tone of his voice, hoarse, how he can’t find his words.. “What happened love?” It comes out oh so softly, as if you were speaking to an abandoned animal.

It hurts. It all hurts. His bruises, where he was abused, deep in his chest, his head, it aches all over and he just wishes it were gone.

He nearly bursts into tears right there just from that, as pathetic as it may be. Another deep breath as he finds the words he’s been searching for. I shouldn’t be telling her this. “Just.. Brendan and I..” His hands are trembling, fingered curled around his phone until his knuckles are white.

“Simon.. tell me.” You urge softly. You need to know. Something is eating him apart to the bone and you can tell.

He can’t help it, he’s breaking and his voice quivers a bit. “We slept together.”

His throat hitches when he says it. He hates the way those words sound put together, hates that they’re even true.

It stuns you for a moment, you didn’t know what to expect but.. pieces are clicking in your head and your own throat tightens for a moment, “Simon.. you..” You can’t cry. You won’t. For him. Not yet. “You didn’t want it… did you?”

His legs feel weak, like he might collapse. Breathing is a foreign concept to him as he swallows down more tears, trying to will them back as he glances upwards at the white ceiling. “N.. no.”

His chest is caving in on itself, the reality of it actually hitting him. And the worst part? Come morning he has to do it all over again, slip into that facade he’s been playing for months. The thought makes him nauseous.

Silence lingers for just a few moments as you process the information. You want to begin crying, to weep for him before it’s even fully settled in what happened but you can’t you won’t, you have to be strong for him. “Does he..” you form the words as soft as possible, “Does he know you didn’t want it?”

Brendan tossed him around, punched, kicked, threw him overtop the little table that shattered under his weight, the ceramic lamp cracking and cutting a spot on his hand, his lip. They had been arguing before, that’s what spurred it on. But he needed to get to Brendan, to be trusted. So he played coy, tilted his head.. and kissed him. He formed the plan so quickly in his head he didn’t have time to think of the consequences.

“No..” He whispers. “I had… I had to. Had to act like I did.”

“Oh.. Simon..”

The rooms too bright, such a stark contrast to the darkness of the rest of the motel room. He has no where that feels safe to hide away, heart beating at his chest. A sob escapes him before he can stop it, holding the phone tight to his ear. I didn’t have a choice. This is the only way. This was the only way.. It repeats over and over in his head like a mantra, though the words do little to ease his pain. Knees hit the wet tile floor uncomfortably as he shakes with the effort of holding back his cries, rasped pants escaping him.

You have no choice but to just listen to him break. Your brows knit together in worry and you steady your own breathing, trying to remain calm even though pure sadness and anger flood your veins. “Simon.. love, breathe..” He’s panting too hard.

He wants to scream, weep until he passes out, but he tries. He tries. “I… I need you.”

He wants your comfort, needs it. Needs your gentleness, your warmth.. even if he doesn’t deserve it.

A frown forms on your lips. He can’t, it wouldn’t be safe. At least that’s what you think right now, have been told before. Even though you crave to hold him, to cradle him, whatever he wants. “I’m here.. I’m right here. Breathe..”

He just wants to lay next to you, to forget everything. Forget Brady’s wandering hands. He inhales a skaky breath, “I just-.. don’t wanna be alone. I just want you next to me… even if I don’t deserve it.”

“Of course you deserve it.” There’s zero hesitation, “You deserve the world Simon… after.. after everything you’ve done..” All this for his baby brother, laid in the hospital.

“I know.. I just..” Simon takes another raspy breath, fingers hurting with how tight he holds his phone. He wants to beg. He wants to tell you to come get him. All he wants is you. Needs you to tell him everything is going to be okay. “I wish you were here.”

“I am, I’m right here.. I promise.” The walls too cold against his bare arm as he slumps against it, chest heaving. “I’m sorry.. I can’t imagine how much you’re hurting.”

“It’s not just the hurting..” He whispers back, barely able to force the words out. It’s like his heart’s trying to claw it’s way up his throat. Tears burn his eyes, wetting his cheeks and sticking to his lashes. “I hated it.. I hated having to… to.. touch him. I know it’s for-.. I-.. he thinks I enjoyed it and I wish I could just-.. wipe it all from my mind.” It’s a miracle he’s even able to speak right now, even though getting the words out is like nails on a chalkboard. Unbearable.

Blinking back tears of your own, you ask, “Simon..” you would never once doubt his love for Cam but.. “Is it worth it? Will.. doing this all be worth putting him in jail?”

“It has to be..” He has to believe those words. It has to be worth it. He has to believe it. “If it just stopped now.. then it would all be for nothing.” That’s what he has to believe, otherwise.. who knows, maybe it is.

A slight nod to yourself, understanding his words. Cam wouldn’t want.. this.. The thought crosses your mind but God, you’d never say that out loud to him. “You just.. have to keep him convinced.” You confirm softly, understanding his actions.

“Yeah..” He whispers again, raspy. His thumb rubs up and down on the side of his phone. “I just.. wish this was over now.” His voice cracks with another sob.

You heart breaks, tears welling up in your eyes as you exhale softly, “Sweetheart..” How can he do this..? How can he manage to keep this front up with Brady? Your heart is just breaking and you want nothing more than to kill Brady with your own hands.

“It’s just..” His words come separated, panting, crying, “It’s all so hard.” His eyes squeeze shut, head pounding with a deep ache that may never go away.”I don’t-.. how much longer do I have to do this?” He whimpers.

This case is important to him… to get justice for Cam.. to lock Brady up.. but..

“I don’t want you to do it anymore..” You breathe out, tears spilling over your lash line.

He tenses at your words, even his breathing halting, “I have to do it..” His eyes squeeze shut again so tightly they hurt, deep behind his eyelids. A couple of shakey inhales and exhales before he speaks again, “Please.. just please don’t ask me to stop.” If I stop, then I’ll hate myself more than I already do..

Your heart is breaking. It’s cracking into two and you have no idea how to stop it. You can’t. “Okay.. I won’t..” You curl up beneath the covers, leaving your bedside lamp on. The call now on speaker, you set the phone beside your pillow. A weak little thank you comes from him, whimpered, tired. “Just… don’t hold it in. Please… I’m right here and ‘m not leaving, so just let it out..” Your voice is pleading, knowing he only has tonight before going back to playing the part. Know he has to get his emotions out now before they’re shoved back down again.

He’s still white knuckling his phone, trembling, slumped against the cold tile wall as the light above the sink hums annoyingly. “I…” He felt stupid, as the tears begin to flow again, another sob clawing its way out of his throat, “I hate this.”

“I know..” You wish you were with him. You haven’t seen him in months. “Just breathe..”

Another strangled sob, words cut off, “I wish I was with you..” He’s so afraid..

“I know.. I know..” You try to soothe, keeping your voice steady even as tears slip into your hairline as you lay in bed, finger rubbing along the side of your phone like you wish it were his face you were caressing.

He feels weak, pathetic. He wishes he were strong enough to handle the fact that he’s alone in this, but he doesn’t want to. Wants you. Needs the safety of your presence, your touch, to bury himself in your chest and never move.

“Hey.. y’said you took a shower right? Why don’t you get dressed and get into bed..” The suggestion leaves you in a soft voice, like you’re speaking to a child. Despite not being there physically, you want to help the best you can.

“I.. yeah, I did.” Laid against the wall, his tired eyes scan the floor where his shirt and underwear lay before out into the dark room. He takes the time to get to his feet, nearly stumbling, trying to follow your instructions. He’s thirsty, so he gets a glass of water from the tap and downs the entire thing before getting dressed, eyes trained on the increasing time of the phone call to keep himself reassured that you’re there, before crawling into bed.

“All comfy?” Your voice almost startles him as he lays his head down. The bed is.. alright. The blankets are soft, fleece, bringing a contrasting warmth to the chill his damp hair sends through him.

“Yeah.. I...” A moment of silence passes before he resumes speaking, his voice so quiet, “Can I ask you something..?”

“Of course.” He could ask for the moon and stars and you’d present them in the palms of your hands.

“What would you do if I asked you to come and get me..?”

That would ruin everything, his mission, and he’ll never be able to look his Lieutenant in the eyes again, maybe even be fired. It’d also risk you, put you in danger. He knows all that, yet, the desire to have you here right now still lingers. Selfishly, he wants you.

“I’d do it.” No hesitation. That seems to be a theme for you and him. You stare at your phone, hoping this is him asking. You’d do anything for him, yearn to hand him anything he desires.

“You’d.. you’d come?” He’s almost certain this would ruin everything, all these months for absolutely nothing… but would.. would it really? Is this worth what it’s doing to him? “Please.. just…” He trails off, thoughts battling each other.

You, on the other end, stay dead silent. If you let your lips part, you’ll start begging him to let you come. Beg for him to leave it all behind, consequences be damned. So you wait, swallowing, listening to his even breathing as he sniffles.

…

…..

“Could… could you come get me? Please?”

There, he’s done it.

You’ve already begun sitting up before the words finished leaving him, picking up your phone. You stand, feeling the wave of panic and relief flood your system, blowing out the candle you had lit, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.. please.” It’s almost a sob, maybe it is one. Tears start to soak his face again, “Just please come get me. I don’t want to be alone. I-.. I wanna see you.”

There’s no thinking anymore as you rush downstairs, shoving your feet into the nearest sneakers you find and grabbing your keys. Simon can hear the front door shut and gravel crunch beneath your feet as you get into your car. “I need to know where you are.” The engine of your car purrs to life, already backing out. He weeps out the motel name, the bed and breakfast showing up as nearly forty-five minutes away once entered into your GPS. Fuck.

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He wants to beg, continue to plead as he wails into his pillow, muffled. He doesn’t know how long he lays there, half asleep, body in survival mode and trying to shut down all in the same breath. You make the drive in thirty minutes, your voice startling him out of his half dozed state, “Love? You awake?”

“Mm..” Simon blinks, focusing on his phone, heart speeding up, “Yeah.. yes.. I’m awake.”

“I’m outside.” This almost doesn’t feel real. After being separated for so long and now you’re just… here. You have to stay strong, get him out of here first. Your eyes scan over the big buildings with multiple rooms, seeing the dim lights on them. A silver car is parked a few spaces away from yours and… next to it, Simon’s bike. There’s some shuffling, sniffling, feet thudding on the floor before the call ends and movement catches your eye. Up on the second floor of one of the buildings, the door opens and a tall figure slips out, jacket over his arm. He’s walking with a limp, and the sight of him makes you almost start to wail. You sniffle and wipe at your eyes, leaning over to unlock the passenger door and push it open as he nears.

He looks a mess. His lip is cut, eyes sunken and tired, face wet with smeared tears. He slips into the passenger seat, not even daring to look at you and neither do you dare to continue to stare at his face for a moment longer. You can’t, you’ll break. However you waste no time reversing from the parking spot and driving off, back out onto the road in the direction you came. It’s silent for five entire minutes and you don’t dare stop, just in case, but you do however reach and blindly grab his hand, linking your fingers together. Part of you fears he won’t even want to be touched, but it’s squashed with the way he clutches onto you for dear life.

You’re actually here. With him. You’re really here and he’s really out. He breathes in deep, trying to calm his racing heart, stow his emotions for now. Even just being in your car helps, because it smells familiar. Even as more stifled sobs leave him, he doesn’t let go of your hand, squeezing so tight it must hurt you.

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He’s nearly cried himself to sleep again, barely feeling the way the car jostles as you pull into your driveway, the gate sliding shut behind your car. Undoing your seatbelt and reaching over, you undo his and slowly unlink your hands, not daring to look at his face yet. “C’mon, let’s get inside..” He listens, slowly, following you up to the front door, taking in the surroundings of your house again. Garage to the right, big gate and large brick walls lining the property. He’s been here countless times but.. oh.. the warmth he feels as you both step inside. A table to the right along the wall for your keys, coats hung up on a wall rack to the left, shoes scattered on the tile entrance way floor. You push open the door to the main hallway, the heart of the house, and he feels so much better.

You finally turn to look at him, both stood in the middle of the hallway, and in the dim light you fear he may see the way you crack open a bit.

He looks… broken. A bruise covers his jaw, scabbed over cut on his lip, eyes red and wet, cheeks flushed yet he’s pale. Bags hang under his eyes, dull, sad. Your hand reaches up instinctively, but you pause mid action, as if it’ll scare him.

He blinks slowly, sniffling, your touch so close yet so far.

But you pull back, “Go upstairs, get in bed. I’ll bring you some water, okay?”

He obeys, feeling comforted by your voice, the simple instruction. He doesn’t need to be pointed to the stairs, the carpet plush under his socked feet as he somehow makes it up there without his legs giving out. Not even considering the guest bedroom, he goes to yours, crawling underneath the duvet and he almost sobs again at the warmth, the smell, you. It smells like lavender and vanilla, the candle you have on your bedside table, mattress made up with a different bedspread than he remembers.

After a minute he hears your footsteps, watches as you come inside with a glass of water, kneeling onto the bed to offer it to him. Now he notices you’re in some pajamas, a cute matching set that he’d compliment if not for the circumstances. He sits up on an elbow, taking the offered drink and sipping some of the ice cold water, before handing it back to you with a whispered thank you. You set it aside and just stare, really looking at him now. “Simon…”

It’s obvious how tired he is, and the way he stares back up at you makes him feel vulnerable, not in a bad way though. “..yes?” His voice is small, barely a whisper. He’s feeling so many overwhelming emotions and doesn’t know which one to settle on. He feels grateful, safe, even though the last thing he feels he deserves is your forgiveness and warmth.

However you reach out again, mirroring your action in the hallway, pausing before your skin meets his, ‘Can I..?” Your fingers curl into your palm, nervous he won’t want the touch.

But he does want it, wants it so badly. To feel the comfort of your hand, the love of your fingers… Simon reaches up, his own hand curving around your wrist. He tugs softly, pulling your hand forward, feeling the tickling touch of your fingertips before you lean more into it and cradle his cheek. His eyes flutter, he could start crying again, if he had any more tears in him. He whimpers as his hand drops from your wrist, pushing into the touch with his eyes closed. The warmth on his bruised jaw feels so good, so safe. He looks so defeated, so broken, he’s had everything ripped away from him except you.

“Y/N..” Simon utters, it’s all he can do.

You’re so gentle, as if calming a skittish animal, thumb gently brushing the cut on his lip. “I’m right here…”

It almost brings tears to his eyes again. This is where he feels safest.

“I’m sorry..” He leans into your hand, the touch slowing his heart, and for the first time in he doesn’t know how long, he relaxes.

A frown finds its way to your lips, cradling his face, “What for?” you ask back, keeping your voice just as low as his.

“For.. everything, for..” The words won’t fully come to him, eyes fluttering halfway open as he gazes up at you, watering again, “I’m sorry, I..”

You shift, laying down ontop of the covers whilst he’s tucked under them. Your other hand comes up, and you falter for just a fraction of a second before it slides against his other cheek, cradling his face in your palms. “You have nothing to be sorry for Simon.”

He can’t help it, the moment you lay down he reaches out and pulls you close. His arms loop around you in a hug, burying his face against your neck. “I missed you.” He sniffles, lip wobbling against your skin. You cradle him back, one arm curling under his head for support and the other loops over him, hand finding his hair and petting it gently. It almost startles him, because Brendan did the same thing, albeit rougher, but your hand is so… it feels much nicer, your fingers tangling into the clean locks and scratching at his scalp.

“I missed you.”

The sensation of you caress is enough to make him curl into you more, face pressed against the base of your neck. Simon inhales deeply, smelling your body wash, the compassionate hug making him relax. His arms are tense though, as if he’s scared you’ll be taken from his grasp. Fingers paw at your back, pressing into your shirt, feeling. He needs to know you’re real. And you know that, so you let him even if it hurts a little, “Do you want me to turn the light off?” He answers with a shake of his head, a quiet ‘mm mm’, trying to wiggle impossibly closer. Now that he has you he doesn’t want to let go, fearful you’ll slip away.

“Do you.. want me under the covers?” Even if it sounds silly you have to ask for permission, petting your hand down his hair and over the nape of his neck, where Brendan’s lips were.

One little word slips from him, “Please..”

He is tired, exhausted, sore and scared, but the thought of snuggling with you, feeling your heat, your body against him, is enough to keep him awake. Your hand on his nape brings a small whimper from him, he’s so relieved you haven’t pulled away from him. He feels used, like he doesn’t deserve this touch, but here you are. Your nails scrape over his skin and it makes him shiver in a good way, bringing back memories, a comforting feeling.

A whispered okay is your response, twisting to lift the duvet up and slide yourself under it. He’s immediately pulling you into his arms again, right to his front so not an inch is found between you. The touch makes his heart race, nuzzling back into your neck, breathing in your scent like a hungry animal. He whimpers again, clinging to you for dear life.

“Shh.. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Your chin is ontop of his head, hand back in his hair to pet and scratch, soothing him. The sensation is enough to break him completely. His lip wobbles again, blinking as tears flood his eyes, legs tangled with yours. He’s really here.. It’s all over.. he doesn’t have to go back.. He can feel your heartbeat, steady and solid. The moment the tears slip from his eyes, his grasp on you tightens desperately. He buries himself closer, wanting nothing, not even oxygen, just you.

“Don’t..” He chokes out, trembling, hiccuping a little cry.

You give him a squeeze, cradling his head and keeping him close, “What?” You whisper, “What d’you need Simon?” It’s pleading. Anything. You’ll do anything for him.

“Don’t let go. Please.. Don’t.” His fingers tense again so much they hurt, wanting to make sure you don’t fall through his grip. He needs you now more than he’s ever needed you before, your hands in his hair, your heartbeat sounding in his ears.

“I won’t.” You tilt your head down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I promise. You can go to sleep, I’ll be here, I’m not leaving.” Your hand tangles in his hair in a light grip, enough for him to know you’re there. Leaning into him, he grasps so hard it hurts, but you’d prefer the bruises of his fingertips over the absence of his body.

This is all he needs, all he wants. Forget everything else, he doesn’t want to turn to that life anymore, wants to forget it all and stay hidden away tucked beneath your duvet. Reality can wait.

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#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #simon walker #simon walker x reader

[bitchinbarzal]

rotwm series: penthouse — william nylander

based on penthouse by kelsea ballerini

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We moved to a place with a view off of eight avenue after we said I do And we watched cars of bachelorettes, 2 AM cigarettes, and traffic headed downtown And the interstate was so loud, there was a lot it had to drown out

When the two of you had finally decided to move in together there was so much back and forth on where you wanted to live.

“I like where I live now, the boys have a park!”

“They’re dogs will” You laugh, looking at the two puppies who are none the wiser.

“But Willy there’s a park like right there” you moaned, pointing out the window of the apartment you currently stood in.

He rolled his eyes at you before he turned to the real-estate agent and said “We’ll take it”

You smirked and he stuck his tongue out at you playfully “I love you” you jester and he smiles “Yeah, whatever makes you happy baby”

Your first home was a luxury apartment, as high as you could go on King Street West. Willy could walk to Scotiabank if he needed — not that he ever would.

You didn’t hear the noise from the ground, you were too high up but you would sit on your balcony together watching all the tourists throughout the seasons, the drunk early morning stumblers and the walks of shame.

You were so close to Gardiner Expressway which proved to be loud and very useful in drowning out your arguments. The arguments which quickly ensued once you’d moved in together.

It drowned out the constant back and forths, the “you’re not supporting me!” And the “You’re never here!” Fights.

The ones that left you sobbing and Willy throwing something around out of anger.

That by the end of the night you were sitting on the balcony, staring out to the city with a dog in your lap, your face still blotchy and red from crying when William would slip out the glass door and take a seat next to you before kissing the side of your head and say

“I love you and I’m so sorry baby”

We played the part five nights, but we were never there on the weekends, baby We got along real nice, but when I left town, did you hate me?

You hated going to these formal events. You and William both agreed they were a waste of time, that it was all show for the stakeholders.

You would put on black tie outfits and smile while listening to them drone on about stupid things that you weren’t really interested in.

Brendan always pushed the idea that the boys being in relationships always sold better to the public and so that’s why on a Tuesday night you stood by Williams side and smiled along as he spoke to team sponsors.

But that’s where your time ended in the company of the maple leafs. You didn’t go to the games anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d stepped foot inside the family box at the arena or when you’d seen a game in person.

You didn’t go out to celebrate with the team. Willy sat in a corner booth sulking and mumbling something about you staying home with the dogs.

One day, the curtain started coming down You changed the second we were moving out I guess wrong can look alright When you're playing home in a penthouse, baby 'Cause we were playing home in a penthouse, baby

It hurts putting shit in a box And now we don't talk And it stings rolling up the welcome mat Knowing you got half

Four years into your relationship you asked Will “Should we look for a house?”

He was hesitant, not sure if it was a good idea is what he said to which you replied

“To move house or to move with me?”

Thus started the downfall.

You began looking at houses behind Willy’s back and he could sense something was wrong. You were pulling away from him, whenever he was home you weren’t.

“Baby, what’s going on?” He asked one night as you got ready for bed.

You stilled, looking in the mirror with your toothbrush still in your mouth before you spit it out and turned to him in your bed, shirtless with his arm flexed behind his head.

“Nothin’ my love, why what’s up?” You mumbled, climbing into bed and resting your hand on his chest.

“I Just, i feel like you’re not really here anymore is all”

“Don’t be silly Will, I’m right here”

You found the house. It was perfect.

Willy also had that same idea. Will hadn’t ignored you when you said you wanted a home, he was trying desperately not to let you slip away and so he went on a mission to find you a house.

He would buy you anything, do anything to keep you.

But when Willy got a call saying the house had been purchased he was disheartened. He wanted that house for you.

To add to the utter heartbreak he felt, when he returned home to start another night of scrolling through houses online he found you packing up boxes in the living room.

“W- what are you doing?”

You looked up, lip between your teeth and you said

“I can’t do this anymore Will”

I kissed someone new last night

But now I don't know where you're sleeping, baby

We got along real nice, until I wanted out, now I know you hate me

You didn’t have the right to be upset and you knew it. But that didn’t stop you from laying in bed and crying when you woke up from your night out.

You kissed someone at the bar last night.

The kiss lasted all of three seconds before you broke it off, gagged and almost burst into tears.

Your friends were worried when you said you wanted to go home “Why? What’s wrong?”

“I want to go home! That’s not my boyfriend and I don’t want to kiss him!”

The all stared at you with sympathy “sweetheart, willy’s gone”

It made you think, was he sleeping with new people? He had to be. There’s was no way superstar hockey player William Nylander wasn’t using being single to his own advantage.

Your fears were somewhat confirmed when you saw the team out one night in downtown Toronto.

Your friends had seen them and were trying to keep you apart only for Rasmus to approach you at the bar

“Hey”

You gave him a soft smile and told the bartender to add his drink to your tab “Hey Sandy”

“Haven’t seen you around”

“That’s what happens when you break up Ras, you stop hanging out with his friends” you mumble softly.

He smirks “I thought we were friends y/n”

You didn’t reply, simply sipping on your cocktail before you said “Is he with someone new?”

Rasmus’ eyes softened “don’t do this”

“I shouldn’t ask, I left but I just really wanna know if the girl on his lap means something”

Sandy can hear the emotions in your voice, he looks back at Will and the girl in his lap.

“I can promise you right now he’s imagining she’s you”

I just bought the house that we saw

You said it was wrong

I wanted it all along

You moved in.

The house didn’t feel like home. It was just a house. It wasn’t what you thought it would be and you knew what was missing.

The sound of little paws tapping on the flooring, hockey bags dropped by the front door and a warm left side of the bed.

You messed up and you knew that.

You went months sitting in the cold empty house wondering about the what if’s.

You were sitting in your bed one night watching a movie when the doorbell rang. You hoped whoever it was would leave, it was late and you weren’t expecting anyone.

They didn’t and instead the pounding only got louder.

You threw on a hoodie and trudged down the stairs, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side of this door. You threw open the door and gasped lowly.

There will stood on the front step, hands in his pockets while the wind and rain were not doing favours for his hair.

“Will-“

“Can I come in?”

#rotwm series #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

[aphblr-headcanons]

In honor of Stardew Valley 1.6 have some Stardew MCD Headcanons

Aphmau cannot fish for the life of her, she is obsessed with skull caverns though.

Fishing is actually Garroth’s favorite skill, because of this Aphmau (and others I’m sure) will often open her farm onto multiplayer just so Garroth can pop in and get her whatever fish she needs and then leave

Cadenza would Love Emily, absolutely her bachelorette of choice

Brendan loves this stupid little big game so much

Laurance plays it for the first time, chooses the wilderness farm, makes it to unlocking the community center, and never really plays again

Katelyn has played vanilla to death so now she plays it mega modded style

And finally, Zane goes Joja Route every time

.

#This ask got to skip queue. I know. It's favouritism. #But since it's relevant to the recent update I decided it wouldn't be fitting to let it be posted after the hype died down. #aphverse #aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd

[kitkatopinions]

I got into this argument recently over the whole “V9 is pro-suicide” thing (it is) and, despite the fact this other person agreed that Ascension is an allegory for suicide, they kept on saying that when I looked at the story through that lens I was “taking it too literally because it’s a fairy tale”

Like… what’s the point in even reading a story if you’re NOT supposed to buy into what they’re trying to say with said story? Am I supposed to ignore all of the characters and the literal world of the story saying that “Ascension is actually a good thing that people should go through” and how Ascension throughout the entire volume is framed as death?

Or how, before Ruby ascends in the first place, she literally says “I don’t want to be me anymore” after being brutalized and then drinks a substance she believes will actively kill herself?

I was told over and over again that “because Ruby chose herself it’s anti-suicide,” but the entire reason she gets to CHOOSE IN THE FIRST PLACE is because she killed herself? The entire thing is a glorified way of saying “if you like yourself, you’ll become a better person for it because you’ll magically realize that you’re perfect the way you are” when that’s literally not true and not how it works?

I’m sorry this is going on for so long. I just wanted to see a different perspective. V9 has consistently fucked me up as a survivor of suicide and I just don’t understand how people can vehemently say that there’s nothing equating to suicide or pro-suicide messaging in this story when they literally admit constantly that suicide is present in the narrative.

I am really upset about whoever this other person is admitting that Ascension is an allegory for suicide but taking the stance of 'but we're not supposed to think about it because this is like a fairy tale.' Does that person not understand fairy tales? Most of them have lessons baked into them. Does that person not understand how media works? Most media has something under the surface, some sort of meaning or intended takeaway or even accidental biases on the part of the writers baked into them. You can watch even the most stupid just there for pure entertainment piece of media - You can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2007 and still come out of it understanding that in-between the CGI Chipmunks singing songs and the bad charmless acting of the guy who played Dave (my sis and I believe that role should've instead been played by Brendan Fraser,) you're supposed to get the take-away that kids should be allowed to be treated like kids and not used just for money-making and that found family is valuable and should be embraced and not pushed away out of fear of commitment. RWBY should tell us something, it should have messages and takeaways, especially because the very start of rwby presents us with the conflicting beliefs of Salem and Ozpin - Salem insisting that mankind's passion and strength will always wane and darkness will take over, with Ozpin countering that mankind's victory will be found in 'the simpler things she's long forgotten, things that require a smaller, more honest soul' while we see Ruby. The entire thing is full of (admittedly contradictory) morals and take-aways and meanings. Some of them are bad, some of them reflect the biases of the writers, or the bigotry that Miles Luna and Kerry Shawcross never deconstructed. It's not just there to be pretty lights, and it's actually imo wildly irresponsible for people to not try to analyze rwby.

"Yeah, Ascension is like suicide, but we're not meant to think about it" that person can fuck off. The trend of 'media isn't meant to be critically consumed or analyzed, it's just there for us to like and have fun' is the worst and it's destroying thoughtful media. I swear to God if the Lord of the Rings movies came out today people would be like "yeah I guess it's probably informed by Tolkien's time in war or whatever, but we're not supposed to think about it or take it seriously, it's just a make-believe story."

(I will be talking about Ruby's attempted suicide down below, please be advised and don't read if that sort of thing might be triggering to you.)

Also, on the note of "because Ruby chose herself in the end, it's anti-suicide' that really is just... Wildly wrong. Ruby chose to commit suicide. She thought that drinking the tea was going to essentially remove her from existence, erase all her memories, transform her body into something else, that she would not be 'Ruby Rose' at all and would instead be replaced by someone better. That is her hating herself, that is her wanting to die. Just because she thought something else would take her place doesn't mean she herself wasn't trying to commit suicide. Basically what the rwby writers wrote was the equivalent of a story where a girl pops pills in an attempt to kill herself, but is clinging to life, and while she's lying on her deathbed, her consciousness meets God and they give her the choice to either die or wake up, and she decides to wake up. Although this in and of itself would be incredibly dicey (irl people don't get to decide POST-ATTEMPT whether they really want to go through with it while getting the option to see their long dead mom and get assurance of her affection before they choose, and acting like that's the case is damaging especially to teens and kids,) the rwby writers make it worse! They make it worse by showing Ruby's closest friends including her older sister essentially sit around her bedside having smiling happy chats with each other and assuring each other that they'll be happy for Ruby if she DOES choose to die and that it's her choice and that it could be a good thing.

This is so damaging. And it's so damaging to show Ruby just coming out of it unscathed, smiling, having her role as a leader back and accepting it with happiness, having her struggles just waved away as if they hadn't happened. It's an allegory for a suicide where Ruby gets an 'are you sure about this' menu screen that people irl don't ever get, gets to see her mom and hear her mom say she loves her which people irl don't get, gets to talk to God and be told 'encouraging things' which is something people irl don't get, and gets to come out of it seemingly better than ever with no consequences which is something people irl don't get, and her friends and family don't have to grapple with what happened because they can just dismiss it as 'Ruby choosing to go to therapy' essentially somehow, and then the whole thing is just left in the past - while NEO COMMITS SUICIDE TOO AND IT'S TREATED LIKE A GOOD THING DESPITE THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO REASON TO BELIEVE SHE'LL 'CHOOSE HERSELF.' Which just makes the allegory three hundred times more damaging if you ask me.

On top of how bad that is, we have the Paper Pleasers, we have an example of people that didn't come back as themselves, but as entirely new people. They killed themselves, and didn't 'chose themselves,' instead destroying their bodies and their memories, essentially wiping themselves from existence, and it was framed as an exclusively good thing that Jaune needed to recognize was just a part of letting people make their own choices - framed alongside not only the fact that Ruby herself had yet to choose to come back as herself but also the fact that Penny just chose to die in the last season after begging for death over and over and getting Jaune himself to help her commit suicide... That lesson is so much worse. The paper pleasers killing themselves was presented in the narrative of RWBY as a positive, good thing despite the fact that they did not come back as themselves. If what happened to Ruby is the equivalent of someone popping pills and miraculously surviving by meeting God and getting the choice to return, the Paper Pleasers are the equivalent to an entire village of people willingly drinking poison in an attempt to meet God because they believe they'll ascend and shed their mortal forms so they can no longer be damaged and may carry on their assigned duty and reason for living as perfect creatures, and... Where have I heard that before? And the rwby writers present it as a good thing they were right about! The rwby writers present suicide as not only a sometimes good choice that helps you grow, but a needed choice that you're worse off for not taking - and coupled with Penny, it's horrible.

People have this idea that because Ruby, Neo, and the Paper Pleasers believed that something would continue on living from the remnants of who they once were, it's not suicide, but... That's very much so the way I thought about suicide growing up as an evangelical Christian. When I struggled with thoughts of suicide in my early teen years, that’s how I thought of it, and realizing that my friends and family WOULD care and WOULDN'T be able to accept it and WOULDN'T think of it as a good thing was one of the things that helped me start to get better. If I had seen RWBY in those days, seeing volume nine and seeing them praise the suicide of the people pleasers while smilingly deciding they'd be happy if Ruby destroyed herself would've fucked me up, and as it is right now, it was still triggering and upsetting to me.

I'm so sorry that this season was hard for you as a survivor of suicide, and that people are being so willfully stubborn in their refusal to see how damaging it was. What the rwby writers may have been intending to make - a story about a suicidal girl realizing she is enough - is not what they actually put into their show. Instead, accidentally or otherwise, they glorified suicide in incredibly damaging ways, and the fans need to recognize that. They need to stop with their 'tree therapy' jokes and their 'drink the tea' cracks, and just accept that the writers got it wrong. Saying 'it's just a fairy tale so why would I think about it' is a ridiculously stupid cop-out. Like, if people aren't even thinking through anything in RWBY, then why are they even watching it? If people aren't engaging with it, aren't getting anything out of it, won't even try to think about the themes and morals and what's being communicated, then why watch it in the first place?

#rwde #tw; suicide mention #tw; suicide #trigger warning; suicide mention

[beingfacetious]

please give us the correct negative Ted lasso review

Oh my God. This feels like a trap but I can't help it

update from the other side, this is no joke 2k words long and it's not uh happy lmao so dead dove do not eat

TL;DR:

Bill Lawrence's involvement lessened every season and it fuckin' shows

There were arcs and plot points established over the first two seasons that the writers very obviously just changed their minds about for this season

Takes about this season being dark/ending sad on purpose are MUCH too generous. like giving WAY too much credit.

It turns out most of my feelings boil down to "it's not aggressively bad it's just nonsensical"

How tf was every episode twice as long as in previous seasons but everything important happened offscreen

FIRST OF ALL, since MONTHS before the season started airing, I've nursed a conspiracy theory that Bill Lawrence left the show because of creative differences with Jason Sudeikis and that therefore this season would be significantly less good than previous seasons. This started when I saw Bill tweet that he was going home, basically, and I figured we'd get "season 3 is in post" news shortly thereafter but instead there was that weird stuff about things being delayed because of rewrites...? Anyway, that is mostly to say that I was ready to think this season was worse because I love Bill Lawrence's storytelling and have forever and you should give Cougar Town a shot if you haven't yet it's no Scrubs but it's sweet

There were interviews early in the show in which I swear Jason/Brendan/whoever said they pitched the show to Bill because he's fuckin' good at TV and he basically said "this is a great idea but you're writing to the wrong ending, it should be this," and they were like "wow you're right that is a better ending." I can't find that now but I did find this from a more recent Bill interview:

I ran that show the first year because Jason was still shooting movies while we were doing the writers room. Then, at the end of that year, much like Gary with me, I was like, “Ah, I’ll spend a couple of months teaching him how to edit.” But after like a day or two, he’s like, “Yeah, I got it.” (Laughs.) So, the second year, we ran it together, and I’m only able to do other things now because that guy ran the show himself the third year, as it should be. It’s his voice and his world this season.

Now look, Bill Lawrence is obviously not trying to throw shade here because he's lovely and also this is a Hollywood Reporter article and how immature would that be, but I can throw shade for him and I will: Jason Sudeikis is a talented comedic actor and seems like a very nice man and he had a good idea for a show, and his instincts to involve an extremely experienced showrunner with an insane talent for feelsy found family sitcoms were good and he should have stuck to them!! Telling Bill Lawrence you're good after two days of editing instruction or whatever is stupid!! Insisting on your voice and your world when BILL LAWRENCE'S VOICE IS AVAILABLE TO YOU and also you CO-CREATED THE WORLD whatever gdi

OK fine I'll do Ted/Rebecca next. Obviously I was in for Ted/Rebecca. I wanted them to put their faces together. But look, I'm not a shipper over all else; over all else I want a good storyteller to tell me the story they want to tell. If I expect things or see them coming, that's not bad! That's good! If I'm surprised by things, that's good too as long as it holds together! "Subverting expectations" shouldn't look like spiting the audience, a lie is not a twist, etc. SO. If Ted and Rebecca were meant to be platonic soulmates, that's fine!!! I don't NEED them to kiss!!! But I do not believe these people are even friends in season 3, after season 1 and tbh most of my favorite parts of season 2 were about how much they impact each other's lives. That's a dropped ball and there's NO REASON to have not made time for them to interact meaningfully because every episode was so fucking long. Instead I guess we had to know how super sad Rebecca was about not being able to have children but not need to talk to anyone about it and immediately be fully over it. Also see a lot of lingering shots of Rebecca...looking at a matchbook...

sfjbkfgs early in the season they very obviously established that Rebecca's arc was going to be realizing she actually loves the team and wants to support them and see them succeed because of her own heart and not to spite Rupert, and I guess that happened but why didn't it happen gradually in ways I could see, why did it happen in an episode in which I'm supposed to have known all along that this has to do with her childhood self ?? and in which Rupert has a FULL personality change to facilitate her sudden realization. In what fucking world would he invite her to that meeting, because she's smart or because she brings ~diversity or because maybe he wants to sleep with her again? None of it tracks at all lmao but it was also the episode in which I really enjoyed Tony Head so whatever

speaking of not tracking, Nate.........I've never been invested in Nate especially but he was SO cartoonishly evil at the start and then kind of never again. I was braced for a redemption arc I wouldn't care about but that didn't even really happen?? he got a girlfriend and realized Rupert was a bad role model? it turns out his dad thinks he was a prodigy and always just wanted him to be happy, which, lmao WHAT where????? and what am I supposed to believe about Jade changing her mind about him btw because she's seen people be terrible to him at that very table before AND she has to know he loves the place and the food because he's there all the time, so what was the revelation that turned her from relatable-via-Nate-ambivalence to suddenly heart-eyes just fdslelugatw so much of my feeling about this season isn't even like it's bad it's just it's nonsense

One of my big complaints about the season is just Keeley's whole deal. Separating her from the team/rest of the cast was a wild choice. Barbara is fine but I also would have been perfectly fine without her and none of the other new characters for the PR side story added anything to the show. Especially if at the end Rebecca is just going to write Keeley a check for the chump change she needs to run the agency. Why didn't we just do that to begin with??? I guess this season I'm supposed to think Keeley ~learned to be independent in various ways but, again, I don't ?? And her needing to not be with Roy I guess as part of that and then get back together offscreen but then not really be together maybe but then also possibly having throuple vibes later that never get acknowledged feels, whatever, like something Bill Lawrence didn't write sdfjlsefaj,lwte I know this is my unsupportable argument that post I RBed was making fun of but idc

also Jamie wanting to be with Keeley at the end of the show feels extremely Harry Potter epilogue to me lmao Jamie you don't have to marry someone you went to high school with there are so many people

Roy was fine this season. He didn't have much to do but that's probably for the best lol. Him taking Ted's job is probably the only main character ending I feel like makes sense for this season and the overall show. Him training and begrudgingly becoming friends with Jamie was always funny.

OK one of the wrong reviews was basically like if you don't appreciate this season you don't appreciate classic tragic structure. Fuck off with that. First of all this was a sitcom about soccer so even if they were going for a classic tragedy in season 3 that's stupid and they shouldn't have been. But I also just don't think that's what was happening ??? I think I'm supposed to believe everyone gets a happy ending and I just don't. Like the whole oh it's sad that Ted ends up where he started and it's about how persistent optimism and kindness can burn you out or whatever, that's...if that's what they were going for, again, why tf, and also could we have seen that like. at all. Ted barely Teds for anyone this season (frex the previously mentioned never talking to Rebecca). ROY Teds more than Ted in season 3. If we got to see Ted trying to Ted even, like, twice, and either not being able to dig down and find the positivity or I guess noticing that he needs someone to be that for him, OK, fine. A Ted/Keeley scene would have been a PERFECT vehicle for this. Didn't happen. idk if we're supposed to think he's getting back together with Michelle but that would be so...so bad ??? like what about Tan Lines??? why even have Tan Lines??? even if not, we just left completely unaddressed her starting a relationship with their marriage counselor, which is also BAD lmao. God why did I have to see so much of Michelle this season. Michelle video calls every other episode and two lines for Dr. Sharon. Nonsense. lol one of my friends summarized Ted's ending as "yeah going back to the unfulfilling life that didn't work before the show started is a victory for our protagonist"

Even the soccer of it all re that whole thing was silly. Oh marriage counselor boyfriend is a bad guy because he doesn't care about the soccer game. Oh Ted is happy now because he's coaching Henry's rec league soccer team. like it's fine that EVERYONE is still together in Richmond but he's "home" now and still around soccer which is good because we definitely saw him learn to love soccer during the course of the show. sure Jan

(to be fair I am not the audience for "it's about the kid" plots so even if I felt like it worked from the start of the show for Ted to choose moving back to where Henry is, which I don't, I wouldn't care for it, so maybe those criticisms aren't especially valid) (I didn't care about JD's kid either)

speaking of the soccer though every single scene that revolved around the actual soccer team was essentially perfect. Great use of so many of those boys. Very few notes. Sam in particular had a few nice things this season and of course Colin. Another incorrect review by a critic I actually like very much was complaining about Colin's story this season and it being tired and overdone and not caring about Trent's or Isaac's parts of it, but I actually really disagree! It was well done and it was nice to see in the context of professional sports where, sorry, coming out and being received well is not a cliche thing that happens a lot! Also, hot take! Zava was a good part of this season! Nice contained little story that impacted some characters I actually care about plus he was legit funny! Sometimes things in a comedy should be funny! I'd honestly watch three more seasons of Richmond-focused half-hour episodes with idk probably Brett Goldstein in charge

I haven't mentioned Beard because I just never understood what I was supposed to think about him lmao. By far the funniest character overall but I never felt settled on whether he was meant to be a manic pixie comic relief BFF or if he was like...a real person?? It strikes me as potentially bad that he was so worried about Ted's mental state all the time and never really mentioned his own and that was sort of a thing in the weird s2 episode but then not again? I felt so much ire about so much else I didn't have any for him marrying Jane lmao but I do understand the people who are upset about that because that sure seemed pretty toxic, but wasn't it supposed to be played for laughs? Does that fit in a show that's supposed to mainly be about people treating each other well because we're all we've got? idk, RIP Beard, sorry your best friend in the world wasn't at your wedding because it would have been narratively underwhelming to see him leave and then see him back at a future major event or whatever

idk idk, season 1 Rebecca was one of my favorite characters ever and I was so angry in the middleish of the season about how much I felt like she was being wasted, but by the end I was just like...I mean, what's to be mad at. She's not even her anymore. Ted wasn't Ted anymore. Nate I guess literally reverted back to season 1 Nate which also is that...okay...him ending up lower than he started out feels not great

Good for Mae and the bar boys though, used just the right amount this and every season and always a damn delight

OK this is ridiculous I'm going to be done now. I do want to say I enjoyed several episodes this season a lot! A couple top 10 potentials! I really enjoyed the Amsterdam one actually because it reminded me of like a Nancy Meyers movie, very nice and warm, but it feels worth noting that that is not a feeling I would describe as being struck by fucking lightning :))))))

in conclusion maybe we as a nation can move on now from giving SNL alumni we find charming huge budgets and ethereally talented casts and collaborators and letting them get us emotionally invested in their midlife crises sandbox playing

#be warned that this is truly absurdly long and very very little of it is positive #so if you don't want to read 2k negative words about the soccer show that is perfectly fine #thank u anon for this opportunity to be a buzzkill on my own blog something i am weirdly hesitant to do unprompted #maybe this will be the final exorcism of these feelings and i can ~move on lol #life of catey #i didn't like the uh back half ish of barry either but i don't feel this strongly about it lmao

[mitskijamie]

I think the fist fight makes sense considering Roy’s terrible reactions to insecurity and Jamie’s reactive tendencies to feeling hurt/attacked, but I hate that they made it Keeley’s problem, I hate that it was their last scene together, and I hate that Brendan said they included the scene bc their relationship was going too well and “boys are stupid” (or whatever tf he said I blocked it out lmao)

YES exactly 💯

#ask #heavy on making it Keeley's problem. leave her aloneeeee

[puckyess]

Observant | brendan brisson

Enjoy 2.5k of nothingness!

Words: 2.5k

Masterlist

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“Who at this table would you date?” nolan asks, voice projecting and eyes sparkling with mischief as always. 

You don’t know how you always got sucked into these childish games with them, but you did and every time you regretted it. Their dinner conversations always revolved around pushing each other to do stupid shit or forcing ridiculous scenarios upon each other. It turns out tonight was the latter. 

You looked around the table at your options. Nolan was obviously out for giving you this question, luke was sweet, but too young. Your eyes of course are drawn to brendan, your longtime best friend. He’s wearing his usual smirk, ego never in check, probably assuming you’ll pick him. But there’s a sort of curiosity there too, as if he’s waiting on the edge of his seat to hear whose name will come out of your mouth. He leans forward on his elbows, “C’mon, the suspense is killing us”. 

You roll your eyes, shifting your attention over to ethan who looked like he so badly wanted to be picked and then over to thomas. You let your eyes drag over him sitting across from you, maybe a little dramatically so, just to get a rise out of a certain someone. You involuntarily bite your lip when your eyes finally pull away from the ink on his skin and meet his gaze. Always observant, he plays along with your little game and lays on the smolder with his stare and devilish smirk. No wonder girls were on their knees for this. You only tear your eyes away when brendan obnoxiously clears his throat. “If you’re done eye fucking my best friend, i believe you were asked a question.”

He had a point. Thomas was his best friend and that’s close enough to the one you actually want, right? “I’d choose thomas, easily”. He grins victoriously and fist bumps you. You swear brendan’s shoulders slump and an expression you can’t quite pinpoint flashes across his face, but just as soon as you think you saw it, it twists into disgust. “I call bull. There’s no way he does it for you. I demand a recount”. The whole table snickers. 

“Theres nothing to ‘recount’, bren” you laugh. 

He’s still in disbelief. “You pick bordy? Him?” his arms waving dramatically at thomas as if the point was already clear. 

“Yes, brendan. what’s wrong with that?” 

“nothing, but-” 

“But what? Who else should i have picked then?” 

“Yeah, briss, who else should she have picked?” thomas pipes up, leaning back in his chair, smug. Again, everyone at the table looks amused like theyre all in on some big inside joke that you’re missing. His tongue works the inside of his cheek and now it’s you whos curious.

 “C’mon, bren, the suspense is killing us” you tease, echoing him from earlier. He stares at you a second too long, working up to something.  Whatever he was thinking about saying, he decides against it, shaking his head. “I just can’t see you with him”. Or anyone. But me. “Like actually dating,” he shrugs, trying to keep up his facade of what he hopes is nonchalance. “Just an observation.” 

you snort, “youre about as observant as…as. Well i cant think of what, right now, but something that’s not observant”. 

“Well i am when it comes to you,” he blurts. 

Your heart does a combination of stopping and beating 10x as fast at his words. He couldnt mean them like how they sounded, right? 

If you werent so focused in on brendan you wouldve caught the smiles being hid behind cups and shoulders being bumped in “i told you so’s”. But you were completely lost in the way brendan’s eyes were locked in on you like he was trying to tell you something that his mouth, for once, wasnt letting him. He was patiently waiting for you to speak, but words were hard to come by for you right now. Mark nudges you and it’s enough to get you to clear your head momentarily. 

“Yeah, i guess you are,” you admit, sitting back in your seat thinking of all the times he really had been. The heating pad patches he stole from the trainer for you during your time of the month because you got really bad back cramps, the brunches hed force you to eat with him because he saw how stressed you were and how you were skipping meals, and the night drives hed take you on even though he had an early skate the next morning just because he knew you loved them. He knew how you liked your tea from watching you make it so many times, could sense what kind of music to put on based on your mood from the second you got in the car, when to push you to be social and when you just needed a good squeeze and some silence. He was watchful when you went out, protective, and able to read when it was time to go with just one look. All these things he had picked up on and continued to do for you and you cant help but love him because of it, best friend be damned. He ducks his head, fiddling with his fork on his plate when you send him a small smile, the tiniest of blushes dusting his cheeks. When he glances back up, that cheeky grin is back and you know the moment has passed.

You try to settle into the rhythm of the night, but the exchange from earlier has you in your head. How long had you and brendan been dancing around each other for? His bright, enigmatic nature captured your heart from pretty much the first moment you saw him at the center of the room, holding court. You were drawn to him in a way that you’d never let him know out loud. One that’s lived on and grown into all kinds of love, even if you couldn’t say it. 

And he was drawn to you in much of the same way. He could never figure out how you could walk into a room and instantly it was yours, even if you didnt want it. How you could command so much attention, all while staying on the outskirts. He wanted you back then, and he wants you now but apparently you dont feel the same way. 

“Maybe you should go talk to her”, thomas’s elbow knocks into his best friend’s side as they walk home, pulling him from his thoughts. Brendan shakes his head, eyes focusing on the sidewalk and mumbles out some bullshit excuse even though he knows it was less of a question and more of a suggestion. 

Thomas pushes again, knowing the stubbornness of his friend. “C’mon, youre not allowed to mope if youre not going to do anything about it.”

“I’m not-”

“You’re never quiet and youve been scarily quiet ever since she said she’d pick me” thomas points out, never afraid of calling brendan out on his shit. 

Brendan snorts in response. “yeah, exactly she doesnt want me so”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “We both know that’s not true,” brendan opens his mouth to protest, “just go to talk to her.” and then he leaves his side to catch up to matty ahead of them. Brendan sighs and glances back over his shoulder. You’re trailing the line, always on the outskirts and he smiles to himself. Duker walks beside you, talking your ear off but brendan can tell youre not giving him your full attention. You look far away, your smile not reaching your eyes. See, always observant when it comes to you he thinks. And now he has to do something about it. He slows his pace until he’s nudging duker off the sidewalk and shoving him forward with eddie much to the boy’s disgruntled protests. The fact that you don’t even scold brendan for his actions confirms his observations that you are very much in your own head. He struggles with where to start, not wanting to make this about him. 

“Just spit it out, b” you say, sounding tired but still soothing like youre coaxing it out of him when he was the one here to make you feel better. 

He grins, your teasing relaxing him a bit. “Sooo.”

“So.” you echo.

“You’d really choose bordeleau, huh?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to fight your smile. As much as the situation hurt your heart and stressed you out, you knew brendan wasn’t going to let that go. And maybe part of you hoped he wouldnt, so that you could finally have this conversation. 

When you don’t answer right away, he continues, “what, im not good enough for ya?” he bumps into your shoulder and keeps his tone light but you can tell its purposeful, the weight of his words heavy. 

“Bren,” you dont know what else to say without saying it all.

He grins, noting the blush on your cheeks. He was getting somewhere here. 

“No, no. it’s fine” he holds his hands up in surrender, “bords is quite the package. All tatted, and sexy, and smooth talking and deep” he rattles on.

You laugh then, “are you sure youre not the one in love with bords here?”

“Damn straight he is” thomas calls out from a few people ahead. 

You giggle as brendan shamelessly confirms but then his hand finds yours and hes slowing the both of you down until you’re several paces behind the rest of the group. 

He swings your hands back and forth like hes done so many times before and just like every other time you try not to get lost in it. He sucks in a breath and you sneak a peek at him. Does he look nervous? He hopes not. “I just thought youd choose me is all” he shrugs. Your breath catches in your throat. “And why would i do that?” you ask, fighting to stay calm.

He puffs his chest out, “I mean, im pretty sexy, smooth talking, and deep. I could be tatted if that’s what you’re into, but you’re gonna have to talk to patrice.” 

You scoff, but appreciate his humor. “As if, brisson. Im not dealing with that man because of your bone head choices.”

He shrugs, chuckling at your response ”your loss. But, i dont know. I just think we’d be good together, ya know?” he pulls you to a stop at the crosswalk. 

You watch as the traffic passes you by, unaware of the situation at hand. “And why do you think that, bren?” 

He looks both ways before he leads you across the street. “We’re good for eachother. Like opposites but not”

“Opposites but not” you repeat.

He flashes that smile of his at you. “Opposites but not. Like you have this way about you. Calming-”

“Calming?”

He grins down at you, “yes, calming. Are you just gonna repeat everything i say or are you gonna let me finish?”

You mime zipping your lips as a gesture for him to go on. “You just, make me feel…peaceful? I don't know if that’s the right word. Like im this ball of energy all the time but then im with you and you even me out. Like i feel like i can breathe and just be still, but still be me. Youre exciting but safe. You have such a kind heart but dont let anyone walk all over you, especially me. You’re so soft and caring but pushy when i need it…we’re a good match”

You try to remain calm as he reveals each new insight into the way his brain sees you. 

“I know i dont have a whole lot to offer besides some laughs-”

“That’s not true” you cant help but cut him off before remembering you were supposed to be letting him speak his peace, “sorry.” 

Your rebuttal brings a light pink color to his cheeks. He tries to recover, defaulting to bringing some humor to the conversation. “no , please go ahead and tell me all about my redeeming qualities.” 

It’s your turn to blush, a rush of thoughts flooding your mind.  

“You dont have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. We’d be good together”, he says matter of factly. “Much better than you and bordy,” he scrunches up his nose. 

While listening, your pace had slowed and now you were barely moving. “You know, i think…” you drawl out. “For once you might be right” you smirk up at him. He smirks back at you. “I had a feeling you might say that. I think you owe bordy an apology for leading him on though.”

You glance in his direction where the guys had separated themselves way ahead of you. “You think he’ll forgive me?” you joke.

“If he doesnt, ill make him,” brendan promises and you know that hed keep his word. You settle into the walk back, mulling over the revelation that your best friend actually felt the same way. 

You finally speak up. “How long have you thought this?” “Ive always thought so. Probably since you walked into that party freshman year”. He answers without hesitation. “Well actually that’s probably more when i first noticed you. I thought we’d be good together when you grabbed my hand to help me off the table and you didnt even know me or try to know me. You just made sure i didnt fall and then carried on your way”

You laughed at the memory. “You do love a good challenge and elevated surfaces.”

He gave you a bump, laughing as well. “It wasn’t so much that you were a challenge, it was more that you tried to help me, like it was just natural for you to stick out your hand and help a complete idiot stranger. You werent trying to get something from me, you were just helping and made sure i was okay and i liked that about you.”

You feel warmth spread over you as he recalls your act of kindness.

“You really did have me worried there.” 

“At least nothing’s changed” he laughs. 

“Youre right, B. nothing’s changed. Youve had me this whole time.” you sigh out with relief at finally saying the words out loud. They werent as scary as your mind had made you think theyd be. “I have to say though, the defining moment for me was not you on that table.”

Brendan gasps, “you mean my drunk ass on a table didnt charm you? I’m apalled”

“Big word, briss” you tease, shrieking as his arms wrap around you and pretend to throw you into the street with a car coming down the road. “Brendan brisson” you holler, his hearty laughter mixing with your shouts. Not one of the boys ahead pays you any attention. 

“Okay they are no longer my friends” you huff as he sets you steady, keeping one arm around your waist and tugging you into him as you continue your journey home.”no one even turned around! What if i was being kidnapped?”

 Brendan doesnt see that as a possibility, brushing it off. “Id protect you. now . i want to hear more about when you fell head over heals in love with me” he smirks.

“Oh this is never going to last” you groan, but he pulls you in tighter, hand squeezing your hip and you can’t say that you dont lean into it. You entertain him though, “id say it was that same night, but it was when i saw you with the freshmen.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you can see he’s trying to work through that night. “You were telling some story and you seemed so excited about whatever it was. Your arms were making these big gestures and everyone was eating it up. You looked so bright and alive. Your energy was contagious. Mackie was clearly hanging off your every word, but like i could tell you werent some jerky upperclassman about it. If hed excitedly interject youd laugh and let him take the stage but the light would always come back to you. You made sure to include mark and eddie and when luke looked uncomfortable off to the side you drew him in and made sure he felt welcome. I hadnt seen that boy smile all night until he was with you and you got him to open up. You have a big personality and an even bigger heart.”

“I didnt know you were watching all that”

“Some of us are observant, bren” you grin at him.

“Im choosing to ignore that comment,” he rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “so now that we’ve established we’re good for each other, what’s our plan?” 

“When in your life have you ever been worried about plans, mr. brisson” 

He wrinkles his nose, “don’t ever call me that again. Makes me think of my dad.”

“Well i could think of some other things i could call you…”

“Like….?”

“Mine.”

#brendan brisson #thomas bordeleau #not really but kind of #umich hockey #my writing

[bbrissonn]

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖��𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 |ʙʀᴇɴᴅᴀɴ ʙʀɪꜱꜱᴏɴ

disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

warnings: underage drinking, slight swearing (i think), not proofread 

pairing: brendan brisson x brianna garcia (my oc, she doesn’t have a face claim so imagine her how ever you please)

wc: 3.5k (including the lyrics)

bold italic are lyrics

this takes place from october 2021 to december 2021

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this party’s shit, wish we could dip 

go anywhere but here 

don’t take a hit, don’t kiss my lips 

and please don’t drink more beer 

Brianna sighed as she watched her boyfriend, brendan, open another can of beer, wishing they could just head home instead of being at this party. but she didn’t want to ruin his fun, and after all, they did have a rule. she’d go to a party with him once he finished reading one of the books she recommended him. he had finished the last one 3 nights ago, before the two of them fell asleep in the comfort of her bed. 

“you okay?” thomas asked from beside her as he noticed the expression on her face. thomas and brianna had been best friend since the french american boy came to plymouth for the ntdp, they were attached to the hips for the two years, and still were in college. he, along with matty and truss, were the reason she and brendan met, introducing the two of them during their first week of college earlier this year.

“yeah. guess i’m just not–” 

“not feeling it tonight?” he asked with a smirk on his face, making her roll her eyes. it was obvious to anyone in the room that she didn’t want to be here, well to everyone but brendan. but it was always like this, she’d arrive with him, and within 5-10 minutes she’d find herself standing next to her best friend, making sure to keep an eye on her boyfriend. 

“i really don’t want to be here, tommy.” she whispered as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her into his chest. 

“then why’d you come, bri. why do you always come when you really don’t want to?” 

“because we made a deal. everytime he finishes–”

“a book you go to a party with him. blah blah blah. clearly that deal or rule or whatever it is doesn’t make you happy. just tell him you don’t like it here, he’ll understand.” 

“i already told him, thom. that’s why he wanted to make the deal, said it would help me get out of my comfort box or something.” she said as she turned her head towards her boyfriend who was surrounded by girls and some of his teammates. a smile appeared on her face when she saw him push a girl’s arm away from his. 

when the two of them started dating, everyone told her he’d just cheat on her, or that he wasn’t as serious about her that she was about him. he did after all have a reputation around campus, having a different girl in his bed pretty much every week. but they were all wrong, they didn’t know him like the boys know him, or how she knows him. she knew about his past relationships, what had and hadn’t worked for him, what he did wrong during those relationships, she knew everything. and 

everyday he tried his hardest not to repeat them, and she could see it, all the guys could see it.

he started paying more attention in class, his grades went up, much to his parent’s happiness, he worked harder in practice and in the gym. he found a new type of motivation when he started dating her, he matured a whole lot and stopped playing stupid pranks, and the boy made sure to thank her almost everytime they saw her. 

but there was something about their relationship that was odd, something that everyone knew about, but never saw. they’re complete opposite. she’s a bookworm, top student in all of her classes, who prefers to spend her friday nights in her appartement reading a book. he’s the life of the party, going to every single one he can and getting drunk out of his mind almost every time. that caused a lot of problems in their relationship, but they both tried hard to make it work. 

but going to parties was just not one of those things that brianna could change, no matter how hard she tried. but she didn’t want to disappoint him, he read a book almost per week for her, he changed part of his lifestyle for her, but she couldn’t do the same, making her feel guilty every time she told him how much she had enjoyed her night.

another problem about going to parties with brendan was that he never gave her the slightest bit of attention, didn’t offer her a drink, didn’t put his arm around her shoulders, didn’t kiss her, nothing. she understood that he wasn’t exactly comfortable yet with being all lovey-dovey in big crowds, since they had only been dating for about 2 months, but putting his arms around her shoulders wasn’t that much of a pda, it was barely anything to what others did. 

i’ma crawl outta the window now 

‘cause i don’t like anyone around 

kinda hope you’re following me out 

but this is definitely not my crowd 

her head looked both ways of the hallway, making sure no one was around, before opening the bathroom door and locking it behind herself. once that was done, she let out a long sigh, and started figuring out she could sneak out of this party without anyone noticing. she looked at the window, and slowly opened it and looked beneath her. there was a big path of grass right under the window, and she was pretty certain she could reach the ground if she slipped her legs out and slowly let herself fall. 

only she was interrupted when there was a loud knock on the door, making her jump slightly, she stayed quiet for a bit, hoping that whoever was behind the door would leave soon. 

“babe? i know you’re in there, open the door please.” brendan’s voice echoed from outside the room, making her let out another sigh before unlocking the door and opening it slightly. 

“are you okay? what’s wrong, love?” 

“nothing’s wrong, b. i was just using the bathroom.”

“why’s the window open?” 

“i was a little hot.” she lied as her boyfriend closed the window shut, looking at her in disbelief. 

“it’s october…” brendan trailed off, clearly a little confused as to how on earth she was hot. the falls in ann arbor were that hot, but they weren't extremely hot either, mostly the perfect light sweater or t-shirt with pants weather.

“i know that, dumby. crowds, you know, it gets hot.” she lied again, this time brendan totally believe her, something she was very grateful for. 

“oh, me and some of the guys are gonna go chill in the basement, there’s less people and it’s cooler, you should come with.” he said with a small smile on his face, clearly trying his hardest to make his girlfriend as comfortable as possible.

“yeah, sure. that, um, that sounds nice. i’ll meet you down there in a couple of minutes.” she answered, a smile on her as well. the brisson boy placed a kiss on her lips before leaving the room and making his way to the basement. only he found himself walking back up the stairs barely 10 minutes later when brianna still hadn’t made her way down. only when he opened the bathroom door, the window was yet again open, but there was to trace of the girl anywhere, and no one had seen her leave the bathroom. 

which meant one thing and one thing only, she had left through the window, something that made brendan feel a pang of hurt in his heart.

nineteen but you act twenty-five now 

knees weak, but you talk pretty proud, wow 

ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed 

take where the music ain’t too loud 

tarde drinks, but you don’t even know her 

save me ‘till the party is over 

kiss me in the seat of your rover 

real sweet, but i wish you were sober 

“you left?” he asked her, well more stated than anything. the answer to that question was pretty obvious considering he found her sitting outside one of the school’s libraries, a book in hand. which lead to her sitting in the passenger seat of the car his dad had bought him during the summer, it was a pretty luxurious car, one that a college student clearly couldn’t afford for themselves. 

“i was bored.” she tried to dismiss it, but brendan clearly wasn’t ready to let go of the whole situation. 

“babe, i’ve told you a million time, if you wanna leave just tell me and we’ll leave. don’t just leave like that, it scared the shit out of me.” he said softly as his eyes stared straight into the garage door in front of the car.

“i know, i know. but you were having fun and i didn’t want to ruin that.” she explained with a sigh, her eyes looking outside the car window, directly to her front door. brendan let out a sigh of his own, running a hand through his hair before opening his mouth.

“we’ll ta– i’ll pick you tomorrow for your class, okay? i’ll bring a coffee and we can talk about more then, alright?” he spoke in a soft voice, earning a nod from his girlfriend. she was about to open the door when he grabbed her left arm, making her look back at him. 

“gimme a kiss.” he said, puckering his lips, making the garcia girl shake her head lightly before leaning in and connecting their lips. 

“good night.” she whispered once they pulled away from each other, much to brendan’s displeasure. it’s the small moments like these that made her feel like she had finally experienced teenage love, even though she was turning 20 in a couple of months. the small moments she had read over and over in the millions and millions of books she had read since she was 12 years old. she was finally experiencing it, she finally understood all those girls who stayed with their boyfriends even though he didn’t treat her right or cheated on her. because even if brendan treated her horribly, which he thankfully doesn’t, it was the small moments like this one that would make her stay until he decides she’s no longer enough for her. 

tripped down the road, walking home 

you kissed me at your door 

pulling me close, begging me to stay over 

but i’m over this rollercoaster 

“stay?” brendan asked, his lips pulled away from her’s. it had been almost 2 weeks since brianna had snuck out of the party they had attended, and they now found themselves coming back from the small get together the boys decided to have for the brisson boy’s birthday. these small little get together had always been something the garcia girl had been comfortable attending, since it was only people she knew, and there was plenty of room for everyone to move around freely, so tonight went pretty much perfectly for her, no urgent need to sneak out the bathroom window again, no feeling that she was suffact between the walls because of how crowded it was. 

the boys also had a game early that night, which they sadly lost, but brendan didn’t care that much, since he got to spend the whole night with his best friends and his favourite person on earth, her. something that made a bright shade of red creep up on her face, a big laugh leaving brendan’s mouth. 

“you have a game tomorrow, love.” another thing brianna had instead on ever since they started dating was that she couldn’t sleep over at his house, and he couldn’t sleep over at her’s when he had a game the next day, simply because it took brendan hours to fall asleep when she’s there. either because he always wants kisses, wants to talk for hours and hours, or he’s simply just looking at her sleep, wondering how he got so lucky. 

“but it’s my birthday.” he whined with a frown, something he knew always made her feel bad about whatever had happened. 

“fine, but you have to promise to go to sleep.” 

“pinky promise!” he exclaimed, a big smile on his face as he opened the door of the house and pulled her inside, a small yelp leaving her mouth.

i’ma crawl outta the window now 

getting good at saying, “gotta bounce” 

honestly you always let me down 

and i know we’re not just hanging out 

brianna let out a sigh as she looked around the crowded house for her boyfriend. it was now late december, classes were ending in a couple of days, meaning everyone was going to start heading home soon, meaning the two lovers tried to spend as much time together as possible. and since brendan had finished yet another book a couple of days ago, the two of them found themselves at a party, only the girl didn’t know she was attending a party tonight, brendan only telling her ‘let’s hangout’ earlier that day.

“hey, you okay?” blanks asked, grabbing her arm as she walked past him, making her stop in her tracks. she turned around to look at him and gave him a small smile. 

“yeah, yeah i’m okay. could you, um, could you tell bren that i’m going home? i can’t find him.” she asked politely, she was pretty close with her boyfriend’s teammate, but she found it hard to get along with the older one’s, since they didn’t have much in common, including their ages. 

“yeah, of course, no problem. are you– are you walking?” 

“yeah. it’s just a couple of minutes–” 

“i’ll walk you home.” the blankenburg boy quickly said, even though they weren’t that close, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her on her way home. 

“oh, no. nick, it’s okay, i’ll be fine.” she insisted, not wanting to ruin the boy’s night. 

“bri, just let me walk you home.” he said, using a voice she heard him use a whole when he was trying to get the team under control at a restaurant or elsewhere. brianna looked around again, hoping to maybe find her boyfriend, but when she didn’t she looked back at nick with a sigh. 

“fine.”

nineteen but you act twenty-five now 

knees weak, but you talk pretty proud, wow 

ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed 

take where the music ain’t too loud 

tarde drinks, but you don’t even know her 

save me ‘till the party is over 

kiss me in the seat of your rover 

real sweet, but i wish you were sober 

the garcia girl had fallen asleep on her couch barely minutes after she had made it home, nick making sure to walk her all the way up to her front door, since everything was pretty icy, he had hoped one of her roommates would be home, since the girl was clearly a little upset, but unfortunately no one was home.

2 hours later, the girl got woken by her boyfriend walked through the front door not so quietly. a few curse leaving his mouth as he accidentally slammed the door closed, which made brianna quickly sit up on the couch, rubbing her eyes so she could see who was there. 

“bren?” she asked, her voice a little rasp. her voice made the boy turn around, a big smile creeping up on his face once he realized who had spoken and that his eyes had landed her on frame. 

“baby! i was looking for you for like forever, and then blanks told me you were home.” he said, small giggles leaving his mouth every once in a while, clearly still very drunk. the girl let out a sigh as he sat down next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder. 

“i love you, you know.” he said, making her wince a bit. she had heard those three words leave his mouth plenty of times every since his birthday, so about 2 months. only he only said them when he was drunk, and he never remembered it in the morning, making her heart ache every single time. the first couple of times she answered him, with those three same words, but she stopped once he realized he wouldn’t remember it or say it again until he was smashed. 

“why do you never say it back?” 

“huh?” 

“everytime i tell you i love you, you never say it back. do you not love me?” he asked with a frown on his face, making the girl’s heart ache once again. it was the complete opposite of what brendan had said, she loved him, more than anything, hell she was pretty sure she was almost in love with him. she just couldn’t find it in herself to say those words while he wasn’t sober anymore. 

“‘cause you’re always drunk when you say it, b.” 

“so what? drunk thoughts are sober words, or whatever the saying it. just because i’m drunk doesn’t mean i don’t love you when i’m sober–” 

“that’s not what i meant, bren. everytime you’re drunk you say it, but you don’t even remember it in the morning, you only say it when you’re drunk, brendan. i need more than that!” she spoke up, not even sure of what she was saying, letting her heart speak instead of her head for once. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“i need more than drunk i love you’s. i need more than you give me, brendan!” she quickly answered, she hadn’t realized what she had said until her eyes met with brendan’s, who was clearly hurt by her words. 

“i’m giving you all i have, bri!” 

“and that’s not enough for me, brendan!” she yelled, a tear slipping past her eye socket, rolling down her cheek as brendan sat there on her couch, bottom lips shaking a bit as he tried to find words to say.

“i’m not enough for you?” he asked in a small voice. pretty early on in their relationship,brendan had explained to her that ever since he was about 14, he had never really felt like he was enough for his dad, that he never reached his dad’s expectations, she had spent hours and hours telling him that he’d always be enough for her, something she truly meant it the moment, but as sat on her couch, him coming home in the early morning hours drunk out of his mind yet again, she regretted all of those promises she had made.

“i– i’m so sorry, bren. i just– i can’t keep doing this, acting like i’m okay with you always leaving me behind at parties and coming up in the middle of the night drunk out of your mind.” she whispered, her eyes looking everywhere around the room but into his, making his heart slowly break. he didn’t say anything, he just stared at her as a tear trickled down his face, not even bothering to wipe it away like he normally did. 

“you can sleep on the couch for tonight, eat and drink something if you want. but i, uh, i’m gonna go to bed. good night, brendan.” she whispered again, her eyes finally meeting his as she struggled to get her words out. she wasted no time after that making her way up the stairs to her bedroom, not looking back at the boy even once. 

i wish, i wish, i wish, i wish, i wish 

i wish you were sober 

i wish, i wish, i wish, i wish, i wish 

i wish you were sober 

“i just… i don’t understand. everything was great, and then she just broke up with me.” brendan complained to his teammates as he threw his head back, the liquor making his throat burn.

“maybe because of what you’re doing right now…?” blanks said, on the walk to your house only hours before the whole break up happened, you had explained to him how angry you were about brendan always drinking pretty much everyday, especially when he knew you didn’t like it. 

“complaining? nah, bro, she always said it was cute or whatever.” 

“dude, i meant drinking.” blanks said with a bit of attitude, making the brisson boy scoff a bit.

“no way, dude. she always–” 

“do you even remember what happened, briss?” one of the others boys asked him, only getting a shrug in response. all of the boys knew exactly what had happened in the girl’s living room that morning, she had quickly explained the next morning to all of them that she wouldn’t be attending the game later that night, but she wished them all good luck. 

“not really, i woke up on her couch and when i went to hug she pushed me away. said she broke up with that morning. dude, i don’t even remember how i got to her house.” brendan said with a laugh at the head, making pretty much all of his teammates let out a scoff. they hadn’t realized how bad brendan’s drinking problem was until brianna had mentioned with she had broken up with the boy, and now, as they listened and watched up drink his maybe 5th drink in the last house, they didn’t blame her for doing it.

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[carlsainz]

Hey, I love you writing! Can you write something about dating luke and you get in a fight and his brothers are there to comfort you and get mad at Luke and forcing him to apologize to you! Thanks 😊

that's so sweet, thank youuu <3 i love seeing there are people who enjoy the silly little things i write

this is not proofread

luke had been acting weird all day. he isolated himself and you just went to a boat ride with his brothers, since he was strange and refused to talk to you or anyone.

at night, after dinner, you, luke and his brothers were just chilling and stargazing when luke snapped in front of his brothersb.

"why didn't you tell me you and brendan have been a thing?"

"what?"

"you heard me," he said, sounding really mad.

"ok first of all, i didn't owe you any explanation of my previous dating life," you started. "and second, i never told you because it wasn't nothing special, it wasn't even a thing. we were just needy one night and that's it, you didn't even join umich when it happen."

he covered his eyes with his hand. "y/n we're friends, brendan and i. you should've told me!"

"why are you so worried about it? i'm with you now, not brendan."

"because i wish i knew! that's why," he got up from his adirondack. "i wish you had told me before i saw a picture of someone with you and brendan kissing in the background."

"luke hughes i won't say it again," you started, hard tone. "it was literally a year before i met you. what i did is none of your business, do you understand? are you seeing me throwing a tantrum about any of the girls you've kissed before me?"

"you could've shown some respect and told me, you know. now this is puck bunny behavior, don't you think? going from a friend to another?"

"what did you just say?" you asked, getting up too.

"you're not deaf, y/n. and what's the next thing, huh? cheating on me with one of my brothers?"

"ok guys this is not good so luke, you should go to your room breathe a little bit, this is only going to hurt you two."

luke just mumbled "whatever." and left, while you sat again, shocked that luke directed those words to you. it was just so cruel you couldn't even think straight.

"hey y/n, are you alright?" quinn asked, benting down in front of your chair.

"i- i don't think so," you stuttered. "q, he knows i would never do that and yet he said that."

"i know, i know, i'm so sorry for this, i'm sure he didn't mean it," quinn responded with a soothing voice.

"yeah, i think he was just mad and out of his mind," jack agreed.

quinn and jack stood up in front of you, jack saying "come here." you got up too and they hugged you very tightly, comforting you while you cried over luke's words. after some time just hugging, they released you and you wiped your tears, sniffing.

"thank you boys, i love you," you said. "guess i'll just sleep in one of the other spare rooms, can one of you get luke out of the bedroom so i can get my things please?"

"sure, he needs to hear some things too," quinn said. "just wait five minutes and them the room is free."

with that, they left the backyard and you were there, the words still haunting you.

meanwhile, the boys carried luke to quinn's bedroom so they could get some things clear to him.

"first of all, you're an asshole," jack started.

"yes, you are," quinn agreed. "you were a jerk to her and for what?"

"but she literally kissed and did god knows what with one of my best friends," luke protested.

"yeah, and so what? did she cheat on you?"

rolling his eyes, luke replied "well, no but-"

"but nothing, luke. she did nothing wrong and you can't say shit about it," quinn said. "now insinuate she would cheat on you with one of us was so cruel, you have no idea now but you'll regret it, probably for the rest of your life."

"god you're so idiot, i'm holding myself back from punching your stupid face right now," said jack.

"you two are making it sound so bad," luke commented.

"because it was bad, dude. are you dumb or what?"

luke sat down and started thinking about the things he had said. and he also said that was puck bunny behavior. god he was such an idiot.

"now go apologize to her," jack said.

"yeah, we know she has anxiety and this is terrible to her mind," quinn added.

"fuck me," luke mouthed and stood up. "where is she?"

"probably taking a shower or in some of the spare rooms."

"do the right thing now, hughes," quinn said.

closing the door behind him, luke started searching for you inside the bedrooms and found you in less than a minute. "baby?" he said after knocking on the door.

"go away."

"please, let me apologize."

"no luke, go away."

"at least hear me, please," he begged. "i didn't mean any of those things, i- i guess i'm just scared of losing you because i don't think i'm good enough for you or even pretty enough. nothing justifies what i said to you but i'm so sorry, i was just jealous and afraid of losing my girl."

you didn't say anything but he could hear you sniffling and that made him feel like the worst guy in the world.

"i will never say that again and never ever make you feel bad about things you did before we started dating, okay? i'm so sorry and i love you so much," he said.

you opened the door, making him feel even more guilty after seeing your red eyes. "you really meant that?"

"of course no, baby, i was just acting like an asshole and for that i am sorry."

you just kept quiet, looking into his eyes. the only thing you saw was truth, so you just sighed and hugged him, instantly feeling his arms around you. he started kissing your head, repeating i'm sorry between the kisses.

"please don't do that again," you begged.

"i won't, i promise."

you just stood there, hugging until you started yawning.

"we're fine but i really think we should sleep in separate rooms tonight."

he agreed because it was your will and you went to bed. however, he could feel the exact moment you laid down with him in the middle of the night and wrapped your arms around him.

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[jamiesfootball]

So, I spend a lot of time thinking about your stories and your WIPs. They are all so varied and I love the way you're able to mix humor with the bits that tear my soul apart.

You have such brilliant observations of these characters and I've found myself not having thought of some of them before and thinking "How could I have not seen this before? It's so clear."

You have such a gift for taking the source material and expanding it to exactly what I wanted from it. And you do this with both humor and drama but in a more satisfying way than even the show does.

For example, the dick string incident, looking at it as a base level of comedy, it is funny. But you gave it such a wonderful backstory that lets it still be funny but it's not as fucked up as it would be in real life.

But then in oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love), you take the best parts about the last two episodes and the worst parts and you make them make more sense than the show. You make it more satisfying while remaining completely true to these characters. If there is ever a spinoff or another season I will be finding Jason Sudekis and Brendan Hunt and the other show runners and demanding they hire you as a writer or at least a consultant.

I wish I had better analysis to share because your work makes me want to analyze it like it's the Zapruder film, and dump Gatorade on you in celebration, but most of the time your writing leaves with shrimp emotions and I vary between kicking my feet, twirling my hair, crying, holding my dog to me for comfort against his will, lying motionless on the floor, or sitting in the shower and rocking back and forth.

Anway, looking forward to whatever you share next (snippets or chapters or drabbles or whatever) and thank you for writing but also thank you for being you. A genuine warmth spreads through me whenever I see your names whether it's interacting with me or not because you are such a wonderful person and I love watching you spread joy like confetti everywhere.

It's messages like these that make me feel stupid for trotting out the phrase 'thank you so much' but for real- THANK YOU SO MUCH. This was such a lovely message to receive out of the blue. I know I've told you a hundred times but your support means the world to me.

MUAH! <3

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[frostbeees]

just wait 'til i give you a sign

2023 wrappedmas day seven • song: be my mistake by the 1975

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Brendan goes through his postgame routine and doesn’t miss a step despite not being able to focus on anything. Anything that isn’t Thom, that is. He cools down on the bike, takes his shower, grabs his postgame pre-packaged meal, and falls into his normal seat on the bus back to the hotel. 

He does not wait outside the home team locker room at Tech CU. He doesn’t glance down the hallways around the visitor’s locker room to see if anyone (Thom) is waiting for him. 

Once he’s back at the hotel he pulls on just a pair of sweats, game day suit shrugged off and meticulously hung in the closet. He takes a call from his dad although he doesn’t really participate, just lets his dad talk at him about the game while he scrolls through Insta. He regrets the decision immediately, though, as the first story he opens is a blurry shot of Thom and fucking Eklund. Thom’s face is barely recognizable as it’s buried in Eklund’s neck but Brendan can make out the tattoo behind his ear. 

“Sorry Dad, I’m about to pass out,” Brendan lies. “Can we catch up tomorrow?”

“Of course, love you.”

“Love you too,” Brendan says as he disconnects the call. 

He should go to bed. He should plug his phone in over on the desk where he can’t reach it easily and do something stupid. He also never should have fucked things up with Thom but here he is and there Thom is with his new fucking– whatever they are. 

But Brendan doesn’t do the smart thing. He shoots off a simple “1137, come over?” text to Corms and waits. He doesn’t get a response right away but a few minutes later he hears a soft knock at his door. 

He doesn’t say anything as he answers the door but Lukas doesn’t either as he pushes past Brendan and pulls off his hoodie, discarding it somewhere on the other side of the bed. His shorts go next as Brendan flips the security lock on the door and follows suit, dropping his sweats and climbing into bed. 

“What do you want?” Lukas finally asks as he pushes Brendan down against the pillows and throws a leg over his thighs, situating himself in Brendan’s lap. Brendan doesn’t think about how he fits there so well just like Thom used to. 

There are only two thin pieces of fabric keeping them from being fully skin-to-skin and Brendan’s dick definitely takes quick interest. But even as his dick is chubbing up in his underwear, he can’t bring himself to ask for it. 

He wouldn’t have had to ask Thom. 

Thom would have climbed on top of him and put Brendan’s hands in his hair which probably smelled like the specialty shampoo he ordered in bulk. He would have rolled Brendan over and opened him up, soft and slow with his mouth first and then his fingers before sliding in and filling him up in a way that left Brendan seeing stars. 

Lukas is tentative, staring down with his big brown eyes and shiny lower lip. Brendan wants it, wants him to lean down and kiss him hard and mean, mark him up a little, make him hurt and get out of his own head. But he doesn’t want to ask.

“Can we just sleep? I didn’t want to be alone.” Brendan’s telling a half-truth but Lukas doesn’t call him on it, just eases off Brendan’s thighs and lays down next to him, front pressed against Brendan’s back. “You can fuck me in the morning though.”

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[powermakar]

can you write about kent and owen back at umich and kent is feeling anxious about being 5th overall and owen wants to help him but kent doesn’t want to feel like a burden bc owen went 1st

5 < 1

Owen Power & Kent Johnson

Summary: sad, anxious, doubtful Kent with Owen coming to the rescue

Words: 714

Warnings: a few swear words and panic attacks

The sound of steel cutting ice was your favorite sound. Hockey was your haven, the thing you always came back to. You never thought you would worry about hockey ever. Until tonight. “Yo, KJ, party at my house, you coming?” Brendan asked. 

“No I’m pretty tired from the game so I think I'm just gonna go home” you replied. Owen caught your eye. He knew it wasn’t normal for you just to go straight home after a big win like this. 

“I think I’m just going to go home too, I have a pretty bad bruise forming from that shot I blocked,” Owen said. 

“Whatever, just know you’re going to miss one of the best parties of the year” Briss responds.

“Stop bothering the boyfriends, they are going home to cuddle!” Bordy jokes. You just gave a small smile, you weren’t in the mood for their jokes. You have had a bad 3 game streak of no points and only one shot on goal through those games. It was just a bad week but it was getting to your head, you’ve never gone this long without a point. 

Getting back to you and Owen’s Apartment, you go straight to your room to lie down with this heavy feeling in your chest forming. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Maybe some water will help,” you thought. Walking into the kitchen area you see Owen sitting there working on his econ homework. “Hey Kent, how are you after the game? You just seemed a little off but that could just be me” he asked.

Clearing your throat you respond, “I’m perfectly fine” and it came out much shakier than expected. Clearing your throat again you walked back to your room with your eyes set on the ground. Owen wasn’t stupid and knew there was more that you weren’t telling him. 

Your hands started to shake more and more as you walked closer to the door of your bedroom and your vision was starting to get blurry. “Maybe a nap will help, maybe I’m just really tired.” you quietly said. But laying down made the pain in your chest worse, so much that you were gasping for air. Tears were forming quickly and you didn’t know what to do. Owen must have heard you from the kitchen because moments later he came bursting into your room. 

“Kent, Kent can you hear me bud? I think you are having a panic attack just trying to follow my breathing, okay? We need to get you calmed down.”

“No I’m not Owen I’m fine I don’t need your help”

“Kent yes you do you can barely breathe. Please kent you are starting to scare me” Owen says looking you in the eyes. 

“You shouldn’t worry about me” you gasp “you don’t need to worry about anything, you went first overall for a reason. You can actually score some points against a stupid college team; I can't even do that! I’m gonna be cut before I can even make it to the NHL Owen, I can’t even get a shot on goal! I’m gonna be useless for the Blue Jackets”. 

“Kent, that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is what is happening now and how you are feeling. I know that you think that you won't make it into the NHL because you were drafted 5th overall. Fucking 5th overall. You don't need to go first, hell you can even go undrafted and make such a difference on your team. One bad week in collegiate hockey doesn’t define your whole career” Owen says, touching your shoulder. 

“I just don’t want to be a burden to you Owen. 1st overall is greater than 5th and you are taking all of this pressure perfectly fine but here I am Panicking over being 5th” you say shaking your head. 

“You think I’m taking this pressure of being 1st well? I’m just good at hiding my nerves from everyone, Kent. I’m so scared about going into the NHL. And please don’t feel like a burden to me over some stupid number” Owen says pulling you into a hug. 

“Thank you, Big Dog,” 

“Now if you ever feel like this again, please just tell me. I don't want to see you go through that ever again”

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[sad-b-tch]

(Contains SLIGHT NSFW)

College was a scary thing for you. Sure, your dream was being a full-time Pokémon trainer-- but your father was never satisfied with that alone. He wanted you to have a backup plan, something about how his little girl needed more stability.

Even Champion Steven Stone had recognized your ability, and still your father shoved you into unknown territories.

You put up with it, and even went into Pokémon studies, which ended up being very engaging to you. You connected with an old friend, too!!

Lisia was always there for you whenever you felt less than worthy. She helped you sort out the things in your life, and in your head. She got you backstage to every one of your favorite Pokémon coordinator shows. And when you were going through a breakup, or maybe even an argument with your childhood best friend Brendan, she was there with the ice cream and movies in an instant.

Being so close with her again, though, brought something else interesting to the table.

It wasn't until long after you completed your gym challenge and practically saved the world that you learned this.

Wallace was Lisia's UNCLE

You thought she was lying when she first told you. A quick browsing through family photos proved her point.

You remembered working with him against Team Aqua and Team Magma. You remembered challenging him in the Sootopolis City Gym. Most of all though, you remembered the childish crush you had developed for him.

It was stupid, really.

You admired his power, his composure, and most of all his beauty. He didn't seem to care what people thought about him, and his confidence is always what you admired the most.

You never mentioned it to Lisia-- in fact, you forgot about it altogether!

Until you saw him again...

Wallace, even after ten years and being well into his forties, never lost any of his looks. In fact, he hardly looked like he aged at all. Maybe it was all of his mystical and mysterious training that helped him retain his youthful glow.

Whatever it was, though, seeing him again definitely reignited that childish crush. Except, this time? It wasn't very innocent.

The two of you reconnected rather well. You discussed interests, and life. You trained together, and he even helped you out here and there with money and school.

However, one day, after you were stood up on a date... Something spontaneous happened.

You had called the man crying, and he drove all the way into town just to pick you up and come to your rescue. And, in your desperate need to forget about everything... You had kissed him.

You had KISSED your best friend's uncle.

You forgot about it for awhile, until it evolved the next time you saw him. That one kiss with Wallace turned into dates in secret, hook-ups in the bathroom or in the car. Anywhere you were alone, you couldn't have him soon enough.

Surely Lisia wouldn't mind. If you were happy, she would be- right?

And what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?

No big deal. You were just fucking her uncle.

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[brendan-block]

Whelp Brendan was in trouble. Rei knew that Brendan did some... questionable things but Rei always turned the other cheek because... well honestly she didn't care. She loved her brother the way he was. Sure he wasn't always law-abiding, but hell neither was she and he at least had standards. the only rule she had was that no police better show up at her house... not in any official sense anyway. Sure occasionally those Brendan had under her thumb had stopped by on rare occasions to either let her know Brendan was fine or to give her an alibi for whatever the fuck was going on. But nooo some fucker in uniform had to show up at 8am asking her questions. It was easily lied through and she was sure he must be new and would be taught proper protocol but Brendan had to be punished for getting her woken up at 8am on her day off... which was why Brendan's apartment was now home to 300 crickets of various sizes. Seeing as how he was working today by the time he got home this evening they all would have spread out and be hiding in every single nook and cranny.

Brendan foolishly thought that getting a stern talking-to from Rei over the phone in the middle of his busy work day would be the extent of his punishment. Of course he didn't think he deserved anything more than that. The way Brendan saw it, it wasn't his fault that some stupid rookie cop got too curious for their own good and showed up at her door on her day off. Then again, it was Brendan's responsibility to keep the police under control and he hadn't taken the time to properly instruct their newest little shitbag on the rules regarding him and his sister--a mistake he would soon rectify.

He had every intention to teach the bastard proper respect that very same night. A trip down to his basement cellar was certainly in order. That way he could punish them for their rudeness towards his sister as well. A little torture would do them good. Not enough to kill the poor shit, but taking a couple fingers or toes would do; something he could present to Rei as way of apology.

Brendan did not expect to come home that night and have his plans ruined by Rei herself.. and the army of crickets she let loose in his home while he was away.

"BUGS!? REI, ARE YEH FUCKIN' SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? COME ON!" Brendan yelled at the top of his lungs to ensure that Rei would hear him from her house across the street. Was he angry? Yes. Was he also on the verge of tears? Also yes. Because if there was one thing that he was well and truly afraid of, it was creepy crawlies of any kind. After struggling to get his front door shut and re-locked, and a frantic dance around the yard to shake himself free of the crickets that had jumped on him, Brendan stormed right over to Rei's house and let himself in as he had a habit of doing.

"LITTLE MADAME, YEH HAD BETTER AVE PEST CONTROL ON SPEED DIAL--"

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[macknnons]

for the one word prompt thing - 1322 and the word is mouth :))

“Has Kent always been so, like— talkative? On the bench?”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I never noticed it and they keep showing him chatting up with the guys on TV and it’s weird. I feel like I should have noticed that earlier.”

Owen can feel himself turn red when Brendan answers with a big booming laugh from the other side of his phone. “Oh, Big Dog.”

“No. Shut up, Briss. I know I shouldn’t have shared that with you.”

Brendan shakes his head before rearranging himself on his long chair, one arm thrown behind him. Owen guesses he must be on the patio of his Cali house, pool nearby ready to be jumped in. He kind of looks like an asshole with the smirk on his face but Owen can’t even be mad, he’s known Brendan for way too long for that. He knew what he was getting into when he called him to talk about Worlds.

“Easy, babe. It’s okay. You found out that your crush loves to run his mouth on the bench and now he also loves to celebrate with his tongue out so that’s something. It’s normal to freak out or maybe be a lil’ jealous.”

Owen is not freaking out. Owen is not being jealous. Owen doesn’t have a crush on Kent. Owen is feeling perfectly normal when he sees Kent’s obvious chemistry with Barzal and Batherson and Sillinger and— whatever.

“I mean,” Brendan continues when Owen has been too busy in his own thoughts to formulate an answer. “KJ’s mouth is truly something. You know the only reason I haven’t hit on him is because I love you so much for that.”

“The only reason you haven’t hit on KJ is because you’ve been too busy fucking around with Bordy so don’t come to give me lessons about feelings, Briss.”

Brendan’s hand immediately moves to his heart, the shot/touché movement so exaggerated in a very Briss manner.

Truthfully, Brendan is probably the only person Owen allows himself to be mean with but that’s what happens when Brendan Brisson happens to be the first person you told you thought you were gay and also the first person you kissed.

Owen will forever remember that moment in Chicago when Brendan climbed on his lap, held onto his head with both of his hands and kissed him square on the mouth.

(“Was that okay?” “Hm, maybe?” “Maybe? Oh my god, I didn’t turn you straight, did I?” “No, I— I’m pretty sure I can not be into you and still like boys, Briss.” “I mean, that’s gonna bruise my ego but yeah okay, for sure.”)

That had been a little awkward and very much a one-time only thing but it still got them closer and here they were now, pining over their stupid teammates together from different sides of the continent.

“Well, at least I already bought Thom his Montreal-LA ticket. Do you have plans to see Kent this summer? You should definitely get into that. Not gonna tell you what you should do next because you’re gonna murder me with your eyes through the lenses of your phone but, you know.”

Owen rolls his eyes. “Sure. Gotta go Briss, bye.”

Brendan will survive being hung up on. The boy needs to be bullied from time to time.

And Owen, he needs to sit in front of one particular text message thread and figure things out.

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