can you maybe do Yannick finding out about the plane
ohhh ouch! love it. feat. yannick's ex.
my ask box is still happily open for gcu/hr prompts <3
Yannick's heart dropped into the bottom of his stomach like a rock.
Ottawa Hockey Team's Plane Catches Fire, the title of the article reads. His hands started shaking instantly.
"Hm, what?" Timo looked up from his own phone. They were lying in bed next to each other, Timo on his stomach, Yannick sitting up, leaning against the headboard. Upon reading the news, his entire body had curled in on himself involuntarily.
"Wait-"
He skimmed the article, his heart hammering.
...mechanical failure...emergency landing...
"What?" Timo repeated, sitting up, curiously looking at Yannick's phone screen.
"My... my ex's team was in a plane crash," Yannick replied absent-mindedly.
"Shit, is he okay?" Timo asked.
Yannick let out a huge breath, forehead falling forward into his hands. "...they're fine."
"Oh, good," Timo said, sounding like he was replying to an update on the weather.
When Yannick was still breathing heavy after a few seconds, head still in his hands, trying to calm down his nervous system, he reached out to pet his back. "Hey, it's okay."
It wasn't okay, not at all. Because, what if?
What if that text thread stayed archived forever? What if Luca never got to see that password protected note in Yannick's phone?
And what if Yannick would never be able to let him go, even with a hot, kind man in his bed next to him?
All of these questions, which were usually a neatly kept and hidden background noise, kept crashing in with the force of a tsunami now. Yannick felt nauseous.
"Nothing happened, right?" Timo tried again, "Why does this phase you so much? You're shaking."
Yannick let out a sharp breath. "I don't know, it just... it just shocked me." Because really, explaining it all to Timo, who was kind, but sometimes had the emotional depth of a teaspoon, was just too much. Even leaving the whole ex-boyfriend of it all out of the equation.
"Hmm." Timo sat up and tried to pull him into a hug, but Yannick moved out of his arms.
"Sorry." He swung his legs out of bed, "I think I need... I need a glass of water or something." He paused, running a hand through his hair, "Or a cigarette."
"Oh, okay." Timo looked up at him from the bed, clearly confused. They'd had this argument over and over again; Yannick trying to explain that he just felt things deeply, and that he couldn't flat-affect his way through life, putting his head down and only letting it out on the playing field like Timo did.
Yannick was tired of explaining.
"Baby," Timo called after him, and Yannick looked back over his shoulder at him, expecting a clumsy yet endearing attempt at comforting him.
"Are we still going to have sex before bed?"
Yannick's mouth fell open, but nothing came out. "That's really not what I've got on my mind right now."
"You can think about it." Timo gave him a lopsided grin.
Yannick stared at him for a second, then wordlessly turned, leaving the bedroom.