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@kipgrcdy-a
Christopher 'Kip' Grady
Mixed canon tv show & books, with personal headcanons sprinkled throughout Sideblog ~ Follows back from @sioraiocht ~ Penned by Nessa, 33, she/her
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“If you fall apart out there, we fix it. That’s what teams do.”
Multimuse featuring muses from the game changers universe. Mixed influence, pulling from the books, show and personal headcanons
Penned by Nessa, 33, she/her. Slow activity, these muses were previously located on @sioraiocht
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Sideblogs: @kipgrcdy & @ilyrozanv
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[ sms : OFF LIMITS ] jesus, kip.
[ sms : OFF LIMITS ] you look great in both of those, but i prefer the pink.
[ sms : OFF LIMITS ] sexy jeans? i thought all of your jeans were sexy — because you’re in them. 😉
[ sms : OFF LIMITS ] what are you two doing anyway?
[text; Kyle] Pink it is then [text; Kyle] I look better out of them ;) [text; Kyle] This guy at her work invited her to this gallery opening [text; Kyle] She doesn't know what the vibe is, if it's a date or a friend thing so I'm going to sorta lurk in the background until she figures that out 😂 [text; Kyle] If it ends up turning into a date, do you want to come save me and we could go do something?
@sioraiocht sent : wait a minute… are you jealous? { from Kip }
scott swallows harshly - yeah he wasn't doing a good job of concealing that. "okay ...so uh maybe a little?" HE'S TRYING NOT TO BE THAT GUY - and normally , he isn't but there was just something about the way kip's friend had been looking at him that had made him want to wrap an arm around him , to pull him close. "i know it's stupid. i have no reason to feel jealous , like i know that - i just..."
Kip cannot hide the delighted little smile that forms when Scott pulls him closer. "It's not stupid - I have to admit, I kinda enjoy this side of you." After everything they've been through, after all the hiding, the heartache, it's thrilling to have Scott be possessive over him in public. "You have nothing to worry about. That's just Kyle. He's a good friend, that's all." Frankly, Kip's oblivious to everyone else when Scott's in the room. His head tilts, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Now you know how I feel when fans flirt with you." He grins, pulling back and taking his hand. "Want to dance and show everyone how much I belong to you?"
~ @ofenchantedevenings || cont'd from x ~
Kip adjusts the jacket, making sure that Kyle's warm before shoving his hands into his pockets. Things haven't been the same since they slept together, and it's killing him. He doesn't know what's going on. Kyle thinks that he's a rebound, and Kip can't figure out how to show him that he's not. Another part of him worries that maybe that's just an excuse - Maybe sleeping together had taken away all the mystery, and Kyle's no longer interested. He swallows, trying to ignore his thoughts as the queue moves forward.
"Uh - I got a big tip today, so first couple of rounds are on me." He's desperate to fill the silence. He's not stupid. He can see what Kyle's wearing, a shirt like that is meant to be admired, and Kip's fairly certain that it's not him Kyle's hoping to impress. He tries to ignore the knot of jealousy that forms. He pays for them to get into the club, holding out his hand for the stamp before slipping away from Kyle and leading the way down the stairs. At least the darkness will cover the fucking blushing that won't leave his cheeks.
"What do you want to drink?" He leans in, raising his voice as his hand takes Kyle so as not to lose each other in the crowd. "I'm gonna go for gin, I think."
@kipgrcdy said: ❛ we had sex , i met your best friends , then a bird flies by & you forget , ❜ {for Eden from @kipgrcdy }
"I did not forget. You are being dramatic." Eden huffs, taking a drag of their cigarette as they lean against the wall. Sometimes it feels useless, like they're just going in circles about this over and over and over until it will eventually drive them both mad. Maybe they've both been drinking too much, but the truth has a tendency to come out when inhibitions are a little bit lower.
They sigh, dragging a hand down their face. Kip is hurting, they know. Scott didn't come to his party. Hell, Scott might as well have abandoned him, and who does he have to turn to? "I realize you are feeling lonely, Kip, but this is not the route you want to go down. It will only harm both of us. You know this."
Even though they want to, even though they would like nothing more than to comfort Kip on his birthday in one of the few ways that they know how. "I am not good for you as a partner. You have to be content with being my friend, okay?"
"I'm not -" Kip falters, frustrated. "I'm not being dramatic - I hate when you do that. You make me feel like I'm stupid for feeling these things." His hand rubs over his face. He's had too much to drink; he should go home. He's gaining absolutely nothing by staying here.
"You don't have a fucking clue what this feels like - All you have to do is look at someone and they want you." Kip hates how desperate and pathetic he sounds - That last shot of tequila had been a mistake. It always pushes him to the sad side of drunk. "Scott doesn't want me. You don't want me. At some point, I have to look at what the common denominator here is -" He gestures to himself. "What am I doing wrong, Eden?" The heels of his hands dig into his eyes, pushing the tears back. "Why can't I get anyone to love me?"
hearing his voice again is more painful than scott wants to admit , it brings up all those emotions & most of all , it brings up guilt. HE DIDN'T HAVE ANYONE TO BLAME OVER THE ENDING OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP , EXCEPT HIMSELF. his fingers curl around the phone and he takes a shaky breath. maybe this had been a bad idea - but it was too late now and he couldn't bring himself to hang up. not yet.
"i uh....couldn't sleep." ( because he'd been thinking of kip , he always was , even if it had been a year ). "carter snores really loud." well that was one explanation.
"how......how have you been?"
God. His voice cuts straight through to Kip's heart, eyes welling up as the pain that he's been trying to keep buried comes to the fore. A soft little laugh huffs out of him. "I'd say to hit him with a pillow but I doubt that he'd even notice."
Fingers trace circles over his leg, self-soothing. "I'm okay." He murmurs, not really sounding like he believes the words he's saying. Kip hasn't been okay for a while. "What about you?" There's so much he wants to say, instead of this small talk - But he knows he can't. It's so fucking complicated. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get over Scott. Even after a year apart. "You ready for the game tomorrow?
What are your hands covered in?
Stars.
They burn, don’t they? And yet you still hold on. The flesh on your palms peels back, your fingers burning down to bone. Your tissues char and break away, your blood boiling inside your hands. The heat rushes up to kiss your face and chest, a sunburn in the dark and yet–yet you hold on, because they are beautiful. It hurts, but you see only the beauty of the moment, none of the pain. All of that suffering is worth a few moments of brilliance, isn’t it?
tagged by; @heatedhollander <3 tagging; @audaciiae {eden}, @falling-for-a-fantasy {elio}, @newyorkcap, @ofenchantedevenings {kyle}, @narrativefinale {baxter}, @fgreene
~ @ofenchantedevenings || [ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep." - scott ~
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Kip hadn't meant to fall asleep. He'd been on early shifts the past week, covering for Maria's holidays. Combine that with the extra catering gigs, and it's nearly impossible now for him to keep his eyes open past 9pm. "No, it's okay - I'm awake -" He blinks furiously, trying to keep his eyes from shutting again. His head rests against Scott's shoulder, stifling a yawn.
"Did I miss much of the movie?" Head turns, sleepily pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "I'm sorry for falling asleep during date night."
~ @formerfirstson || you can judge me all you want. ~
Kip snorts out a laugh, writing down the order. "Hey, none of my business what you get in your smoothie - It's a very personal thing." A grin forms on his lips. "Although if you want my very experienced opinion? Don't have kiwi in it, go for melon instead. It'll be a nicer balance with the strawberry. Plus -" He leans in a little. "Speaking as a guy on the inside, the kiwis that they use here are really tart. It'll make the smoothie bitter."
ILYA ROZANOV
"i don't think it's insult if it's true." he shrugs. "it's how we talk to one another." he then smiles. "you are both very brave."
Kip flushes a little, giving a small dip of his head in thanks. "I appreciate you saying that. It's - God, it's been a whirlwind. To be honest, Scott's the brave one. He's been incredible." He has to pull himself back from gushing. "It's really nice how supportive you've been. Thank you."
✘ ♕ ✘ It wasn't like Ilya to go on blind dates, and it especially wasn't like Ilya to go on blind dates with men. It was the instant one of his newer bar buddies in Boston found out that he's bisexual, the other man lit up and insisted on setting this up. "No one can be alone on Valentine's Day!" the young, bubbly man had persisted. Ilya merely smiled to bite back his comments about how being without a date wasn't the same as being alone. That was a problem the all star NHL player never had.
As it were, Ilya found himself sitting alone at the cocktail bar, drinking a beer as he waited for his mysterious suitor. Glancing up in the barback mirror, the Russian did another once over of his appearance. The black, deep V-neck shirt was loose enough to appear "casual" but thin enough to lay against every muscle line of his torso. His dark blond curls were all gelled expertly in place. His expression was severe, set as though chiseled from cold stone. It was the Russian in him, something he'd never been able to fix. Some people had resting bitch face? Ilya Rozanov had resting "Are you Sarah Connor?" face.
Just as he was contemplating abandoning the mission, he heard his name and turned to see a not-so-mysterious face. Eyebrows pulled together in curiosity for a moment before the other confirmed his suspicions. "Grady?" All of his worries dissolved in a smile as he got up and offered his friend a hug. "You also know Brent?" he asked as he stepped back and pulled out a chair for the other.
All of Kip's nerves disappear when Ilya stands to hug him. "Hey -" He smiles against his shoulder, giving him a soft squeeze before pulling back. "Yeah - His girlfriend is my study partner." He'd been a little sceptical when this whole thing had been suggested. He'd come to Boston for a fresh start and to work on himself. And to forget a certain New York Admirals captain. But he can't deny that he's lonely. She'd spotted that. Late nights spent in the library just so that he doesn't have to go home to an empty apartment. Always up at the crack of dawn, texting her to see if she wanted to go for brunch. Apparently his isolation is seeping out of every pore.
"I think I'm the only gay guy he knows so -" Kip slips his jacket from his shoulders, resting it on the back of his chair. He'd opted for a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, paired with chinos and boots. The outfit had been chosen by Elena over FaceTime. "Sorry if this is a disappointment. I know you were probably expecting someone different." He laughs, hand lifting to drag through his curls. He's always found Ilya attractive - Who wouldn't? Kip Grady's only human.
"Oh!" He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small box of chocolates that he'd tucked away from the rain. "Happy Valentine's Day." He gives an apologetic smile as he hands them over. "Sorry, I know that's probably cringey, but I think everyone deserves Valentine's chocolates."
❪ kip ❫ @kipgrcdy
A chuckle slipped past his mouth and Westly finds himself shaking his head ever so slightly, the gesture fond in nature, while he watched the kids being such loud bunch as they got off the ice. And yet, despite the smile gracing flush features, there was a melancholic gleam behind his gaze, easily missed if one wasn't paying much attention, fingers idly scratching at the tape on his stick. As much as he loved what he was doing, and was glad that he was still able to be on the ice in any capacity, the hollow space within his ribcage seemed to grow wider and wider with the passing of time.
Westly's mind was starting to wander into dangerous territories, but before the all too familiar abyss could take a hold of him and drag him under, the sound of blades against the ice brought him back to the present. He knew who it was even before Kip came into focus, mostly because it wasn't rare for the other to skate after he was done with the kids, but also because it was easy for Westly to recognize people by the way they skated, there were always differences, even if subtle.
A grin easily gracing his features at the other's words, and he found himself bringing a hand to his own chest in a rather dramatic way. " My savior. Did I ever tell you are my new favorite person? " His tone playful, however his grin softened into a grateful smile when he took the cup of hot chocolate from Kip. A content hum leaving his mouth after he took a sip of the chocolate, warmth spreading through his whole frame. " Yeah, definitely my favorite. " He confirmed.
Oh, if that didn't drag a rather unflattering snort from him. " They only like me because I don't always make 'em pick up all the pucks. " He joked, tapping the half empty bucket near him, the rest of the pucks scattered around the goal crease not that far behind him. Truth to be told, he was doing his best, trying his hardest with the kids, making sure to not fall into the same habits of his coaches while he grew up. " They are doing good, though. I'm keeping an eye on a couple of them, I think they could go far. " In the right hands. A hum followed by Westly taking another sip from the cup before moving to carefully balance it on the board.
" How are things for you? " It was a board question, one that could easily discarded or answered in a superficial way, reason why he posed it like that. He didn't like to pry however he had always been good at noticing things, and the other always seemed a tad more tense whenever he came around to skate after the kids' practice.
Westly started to skate backward then, dragging the bucket along with his stick. " By the way, you can stay as long as you want. " Well, if he didn't mind the company, that was it. The smile still easy upon his features. " I got the keys to close. "
"I'm going to hold you to that - I better not come back here next week and find you calling someone else your favourite person." Kip grins playfully, delighted at the reaction to the hot chocolate. He's become fond of Westly, there's a calming way about his presence. Normally, Kip prefers to be on the ice alone when he's practising, but he's found that he's come to enjoy the hockey coach being around.
He leans over to pick up a stray puck, skating over to toss it in the bucket. "Well, with you as their coach I'm sure they'll go really far. You can tell they love it. I was lacing up my skates and heard a group of them excitedly going on about looking forward to their next session. Don't underestimate the impact you have on them." Kip knows how important the right coach is. It happens in figure skating, too - The wrong person can really fuck up your feelings and perception towards the sport. He's seen plenty of people crack under the weight of a dickhead coach - He wouldn't wish it on anyone.
"Really? Are you sure? I don't want to be taking up your evening either, having to wait to close up after me." Kip skates lazy circles around Westly, helping him pick up the pucks. He falls silent, debating on what answer to give. He comes to a stop, stretching his arms out in an attempt to distract himself from getting upset. "Uh - They're talking about me retiring."
"My coach doesn't think I'm up to the next Olympics, and they think it'll be a better idea for me to bow out gracefully." He shrugs, trying to act like it's not bothering him when really it feels like his whole life is coming to a standstill. "I don't know what to do."
❝ exciting is not always better. ❞ ilya reminds him. fuck, what he would give for his life to be simple. of course he didn't want to have to work two boring jobs. he loved his job, for the most part. but the schedule was demanding. there wasn't a day where he had nothing to do. even before meeting up with kip tonight, he had practice and a quick interview for a magazine. there was always something.
the comment about his dad resonates. leaves a little pit of guilt in his stomach as he remembers alexei's words at the funeral. how ilya had just left right when their father started to get sick. ❝ i think is nice, staying with your dad. ❞ he changes the topic a little bit. ❝ that you help him. you are a kind person. is much better than being exciting. ❞
Kip's silent for a moment, watching Ilya. Sometimes he wonders what goes on in his head. He's impossible to read. "I suppose you're right. The grass isn't always greener." Although a tiny bit of extra excitement wouldn't go astray. Maybe that's why he likes spending time with Ilya. He's a breath of fresh air.
Kip shrugs. "My sister lives out of state with her husband and I didn't like the thought of dad being on his own. He's - He was so supportive of me when I came out. It felt like this was my turn to be there for him." He looks down at the ground. "I appreciate you saying that. And I'm happy. It's just hard sometimes seeing everyone else succeeding in life - Buying houses, making money, marrying, settling down, and I still haven't figured out where I'm going in life." Eyes flick to Ilya. "What about you? Are you happy?"
