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βno, no, get back here,β she laughed, hands scrambling to pull him closer to her. βsee? thatβs exactly what i mean.β her nose scrunched in amusement. βone mississippi, two mississippiβ¦ really? who counts like that anymore?β the teasing came naturally β no bite whatsoever behind her words. βoh, and by the way, itβs definitely been more than ten seconds.β paloma pulled him back, giggling, before kissing him on the cheek.
he does his best to get away, but paloma is fast. before he knows it, he's back in her lap, staring down at her, giggling. "uh, i do. it's the proper way to count, isn't it?" hell, he didn't actually know, but it's always how he's done it (especially when he was trying to talk himself out of an anxiety attack.)
she's kissing his cheek, causing even more laughter to fall from his lips. "you cheated!" he exclaims. "it wasn't a full count. you skipped ahead. no skipping. now i'll make you wait." he couldn't, even if he tried. chase was such a sucker for paloma that he'd do anything that she asked him to. "besides, a cheek kiss? really? that's all you got?" @pininganticipation
jasper nodded. taylor joining their family had felt like more of a burden for him at first. he already had one overactive preteen that he was in charge of when he was barely a teenager. a second one added on felt like something he couldn't shoulder. "i think they still need each other." but chessie was right. it hadn't even taken long. only weeks had passed of taylor living with them before jasper felt just as protective over taylor as he had chase. he couldn't deny how much taylor helped his brother or him. it hadn't always been easy with taylor; his issues were completely different than the ones chase had and often they had been hidden from chessie, even now. but he couldn't have imagined where taylor would be now had they not been able to help where they could. "yeah." he forces back a fond smile, "he was always supposed to be around, i think." with or without tate. it went unspoken. "i think it was one of the most helpful things you could have done for chase. and me." he hesitates. "and you. taylor is better at getting people together." there had been countless quiet nights where the loves found themselves in seperate rooms, brought together by taylor's insistence for family board game night or family movie night or family craft night.
jasper swallows and nods. he feels so fucking bad about it, but he's thankful that he had been able to pass off this year to mathis, even though he doesn't dare to tell his mom that. he understood why he had to. it was harder for chase with it being around his birthday, but for his entire life, his grief had come second to chase's. it was something he was always willing to bear, but the break was a welcome reprieve. "i think we're going to the lake house." technically, chase would be going to the lake house. jasper would be flying to maine, staying in a cabin he had rented and cancelled the summer before, intending to go with bea. "i know he will." chase always did. something he would always bear. it reapeated in his head again. "you know i won't let him deal with it alone."
"mom, i don't think he's gonna reach out to you." jasper's gaze drops. he never knows where the line is. its hard, because chessie never yells at him when he crosses it, when he tells her something that she should be doing that a son has no business telling his mother. but... he feels like he's earned the right sometimes. "you're the one who broke the relationship. you have to be the one to try to fix it, if you want." he taks a breath. "i can ask him about it, if you want."
there's probably no one in the world that jasper is closer to than his mother. she understood him without having to explain - they were so alike. maybe that's why he was able to forgive her sooner than chase had been able to. "its not too late though. if its not for us, then its not for you either." he feels a bit like a petulant child, and he sort of is. maybe he'll always end up being so with her. "but if you wait too long, maybe it will be." he knows that all too well.
"i think you are right. i was worried, when the news of taylor's trade first broke out. i didn't know how your brother would handle it, considering they have been playing together for...god, i've lost track. those two are attached at the hip. i'll need you to keep an eye out for him once off season is over." because even if she couldn't always be there, his brother could. "you think so? i um, if i could go back - i wouldn't change that part. i'd take him in, over and over again. he needed us. we needed him." she remembers when the idea had been put on the table by the abbotts, something she didn't think twice about, despite struggling. "he really is, isn't he? sure knows how to get a room to agree to something, although we probably could have done without those monopoly nights. chase is still banned from being banker." a small chuckle leaves her lips. oh, how much she loved her sons - taylor included.
"that'll be good, i think. the lake house. it always seems to bring him comfort." it had been a solution to some of his fussier nights when he had been younger, although the house hadn't been as accessible as it was now, with her boys purchasing the land. "i know. you're such a good brother. always have been. even when i couldn't, um, even when i couldn't take care of him - you could. you do." chessie pulls him tight to her side again, unable to help herself. with her schedule and his, they hadn't seen much of each other during the season. these were some of her only times to see him, whenever he didn't have a packed schedule to worry about.
he's right. she knows he's right. if tate hadn't reached out before, why would he reach out now? "but what if he doesn't want it? what if it's better off...what if he's better off..." the older woman uses the back of her sleeve to wipe at the new tears beginning to fall. "that's a lot to ask of you. i don't know if i could do that." because it should be her responsibility, shouldn't it? jasper had already done enough. "i'd love nothing more than to have my boys - all three of my boys - in my life. but i can't imagine...i don't know what he's gone through."
tate nods. "you don't have to, if you don't want to." he means it, even if some selfish part of him hopes chase does. staying out until he could sneak back to his room with elias sounds easier than going back inside and trying to figure out what being family is supposed to look like. at least outside, tate could pretend the silence was intentional. "but i'd like that." he adds after chase further agrees to point out constellations to him. he probably won't remember any of them later. maybe he will, but chase offering to point them out feels like something tate should hold onto anyways, another small piece of proof that this doesn't have to be as impossible as he keeps making it in his head.
his gaze shifts when chase talks about taylor, and tate listens without interrupting. that part is easier - listening rather than figuring out the right thing to say. "yeah," he says finally. "i think it'd be weird playing without someone who's always been there." henevr knew taylor well enough to miss him the way chase does, but his eyes drift to elias, and if he puts elias' face on taylor's, he could understand.
chase sits up, panic flashing across his face and tate's eyebrows lift slightly. "relax." it comes out calm, not dismissive. if anything, the panic only confirms what tate had already noticed. chase is too quick to deny it, too quick to throw elias back at him. tate looks away first, mostly because elias' name does something inconvinient in his chest that he isn't ready to address. he didn't have anyone else that he could call his best friend. he couldn't lose him because he had feelings he didn't know how to explain. "you're not wrong though." tate's voice is quiet, scared that elias would hear them talking. "i'm not judging you." a beat passes and tate drags his eyes away from elias and back to chase. "you don't have to know what's going on right now, but if it was nothing, i don't think you'd look that scared."
"no, i want to. i think it would be nice. besides, i'm like, so not tired." he was, but he wasn't going to admit that to tate. not when he seemed excited to go star gazing later. at least he could sleep in tomorrow, unless jasper decided to drag him to some early morning gym session. "i'm telling you - the view out here? definitely somethin' you're gonna wanna see at night. it's beautiful. peaceful." it's why he spent his off summers here, to forget about the stress of the season.
"trades suck. i'll be honest, i really didn't think - i thought we'd be playing together for a little bit longer, you know? i mean, we've been lucky to play with each other as long as we have but...it still sucks." chase lets out a sigh. he hates to think about when the season starts back up, and how much less he'd see taylor. it still felt like he couldn't survive without him.
one moment, he's panicking and then the next he's listening to his brother and relaxing. he can't help the way he gets whenever mathis is brought up. chase wished he knew what was happening, what was going on, but everything was still so confusing. he feels bad for bringing up elias, but tate doesn't seem to mind. simply tells him that he wasn't wrong, and that he wasn't judging. it's not what he had been expecting. "i just - i guess it's complicated." he whines. "and i wish it wasn't, but it is." and as much as he'd love to get into details about it, he really didn't feel like filling his brother in on how he had even ended up here in the first place. even jasper didn't know what had happened that night between himself, blake, and their captain. "i didn't mean to like, throw elias back in your face like that. i'm sorry."
The locker room carried a peculiar kind of silence before the rest of the team filtered in, one stitched together by the faint hum of those awful fucking fluorescent lights. The distant scrape of skates echoed somewhere deeper in the arena. Devon had discovered very quickly that every rink sounded different when it wasn't full of voices. Empty arenas had a way of breathing around him, reminding him how enormous they really were. That emptiness only seemed to magnify the knot settling stubbornly beneath his ribs. Everything felt unfamiliar. The stall with his name hastily affixed to the locker. The colors faded nearly inside his gear bag. The crest stitched across a jersey that, even after pulling it over his head earlier that morning, still refused to feel like his.
Being traded wasn't supposed to feel so fucking personal. Every veteran preached the same philosophy, repeating it often enough that it became part of hockey's unwritten scripture: it's a business, don't take it so personally. Devon understood the logic well enough, but understanding something had never made him particularly good at believing it. There was still a strange grief that accompanied packing your life into duffel bags and cardboard boxes, leaving behind routines he'd grown accustomed to, and walking into a room where everyone already belonged except you.
His attention drifted almost involuntarily toward the man seated several lockers away.
Wolf had a reputation that reached far beyond anything recorded on stat sheets. Devon had heard them all long before he'd learned there was ever a shot at them both wearing the same sweater. Some were undoubtedly exaggerated, like most hockey stories always become after enough retellings. Enough remained consistent to convince Devon that there was enough truth in some of them. Devon didn't know him from the next, but from his quiet observation, he'd made the assumption that Wolf wasn't the kind of person who's easy to read. Definitely not someone he was sure he was fully confident enough to approach.
Devon had spent most of his own life trying to make himself smaller. Quieter. Easier to overlook. Survival depended on it, really. Wolf, from everything Devon had gathered, seemed to occupy the exact opposite end of that spectrum. There was, still, an undeniable gravity about him, something that made the room unconsciously organize itself around his presence without him demanding a single ounce of attention.
Devon debated simply keeping his head down. That was always the easy choice. Introductions came later after he'd allowed himself to blend in just enough. There was a strange comfort in invisibility. Something nagged at him all the same. They were teammates now. Whether they spoke today or six months from now, they would inevitably know one another. Devon had spent enough years regretting all the words he'd swallowed to recognize the familiar ache settling in his chest.
"Hey," he managed after clearing the dryness from his throat, offering the small, uncertain smile that always seemed to appear whenever nerves got the better of him. "I'm Devon. I.... figured introductions are probably better in person than just pretending we've already met." A self-conscious laugh escaped him almost immediately, soft enough that it nearly dissipated into the room around them. "I know you've probably heard my name already 'cause of the trade, but I still wanted to say it myself." Eye contact came and went in brief, hesitant glances before settling somewhere near the floor between them. "I've been watching you play for a while. You're one of those players who always seems completely certain of what they're doing before anyone else recognizes what's happening. It's, uhm, it's really impressive." He pauses, blinking back the embarrassment that heats up his neck. "Pretty stoked to be able to play with you."
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He's been lucky in the sense that he's never been traded.
It's rare nowadays unless you were an asset to the team. And sure, while his stats were decent, he didn't think it was enough to keep him around.
Apparently, he was wrong.
He's not complaining though, because he thrived on routine. Wolfgang liked knowing his teammates, his neighbors, the barista down the street at his favorite coffee shop. And while he was trained for the unpredictable and was never able to truly relax, it still was nice.
There was someone new joining them. He's already researched them and found out all that there was to know. Some may call it stalking. He called it keeping tabs. If he were going to spend so much time with them, then he needed to know that they could be trusted. Well, as much as he trusted. His walls were difficult to get through.
There's a usual rowdiness in the locker room. Men shouting over one another, multiple conversations happening at once. None were important. At least, not to him. He's going through the steps, his routine, when Devon approaches.
He lets him talk, staying silent through most of his spiel. Makes note of the way he seems to be overthinking everything. How nervous he was. He may be over here, introducing himself and trying to carry on a conversation, but it seems like the last place he wants to be.
Out of his element, when he wasn't on ice.
"That is what happens when you know how to be in tune with all of your senses." Or something like that. "You can call me Wolf. Wolfgang is too formal." He holds out his hand. "You are quite impressive yourself, from what I've seen." And he's seen a lot of him.
something self-satisfied bloomed in charlesβ chest when they saw the way chaseβs cheeks went red, and they kept their head tilted, eyes narrowing slightly, openly delighted. βyouβre so cute when you get all fuckinβ red,β he said, voice warm and teasing as his hand moved from chaseβs cheek to just under his chin. he pressed there gently, giving his face the tiniest little shake like he couldnβt help himself. βso cute.β then charles took a step back and crossed their arms, letting their lower lip jut out in an exaggerated pout. βdonβt tell me youβre not gonna let me pay?β their nose scrunched, like the very idea offended them. βcβmon, baby, i think you should let me take care of you.β they leaned back into chaseβs space again, clearly chasing more of that warmth spreading across his cheeks. βanywhere you want.β
of course, their comment only causes him to turn more red. the tips of his ear burn as the other continues, gripping his chin as he forces him to continue to make eye contact. not that he didn't want to !! but looking away might help him regain his composure that he so quickly lost. that was the effect they always had on him though, wasn't it?
"i mean - i can do it. i have the money." more than enough, actually. most days he didn't even know what to do with it, if he weren't spending it on his dog or his mother. "it's fine, really." but when was the last time he let someone take care of him? it's something he so desperately craved, wanting someone else to do the thinking for him.
he opens his mouth to speak, but then charles is back in his space and suddenly he can't...think. "i um, i uh, yeah. okay. yeah." it's a miracle he even got that out.
she doesnβt mind if heβs having a hard time. handling things like that, problem solving for them, is her entire schtick. so chase wanting to leave never feels like ruin. especially not when her set ends, or when she has someone else who can cover the rest of her night, like she does tonight. the clock just struck three, thereβs only an hour left anyways. he starts protesting, practically as soon as she agrees. her brows furrow as she looks him up and down. βwhy would i do that?β a pause, βwhen have i ever done that?β she doesnβt do meanβ not to him.
"because i'm being difficult."
it's something he's heard nearly his entire life. sometimes directly, other times indirectly. regardless, it's always made its way back to him and it's something he's carried since he was a child. he didn't mean to be, but sometimes his emotions were too much and he just didn't know how to handle it. did that mean he was hard to love?
"and when i'm being difficult, people get mean."
just like he had been, only moments ago, demanding that his girlfriend get down from the stage and take him home. but she's not even yelling, causing him to stand there in confusion. "so why don't we get it out of the way, and head back?"
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"i know i've never been nice to you." a laugh, "and i'm not starting today." they've been friends for a long time. she has never been the type to make herself smaller for anyone, but nolan has kind of come along for the ride. "uh β people don't fuck with you." a beat, "duh??"
"and here i thought today was gonna be my lucky day. one of these days i'm gonna like, tell you i've had enough and end the friendship. you wouldn't know what to do without me." more like nolan wouldn't know what to do. he relied on mikey heavily, especially since she was practically the only one who knew about his past. he had hinted towards it to zeke, but his teammate didn't push. sometimes he wanted him to. "yeah, only you do, and you are relentless with it. i tell my therapist about you." he wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. "so, feisty, what trouble can we get up to tonight?"
noah hates a fucking intervention. he hates being talked to like he's weird. or wrong. or a solvable problem. he's NOT any of those things, he swears. he's trying so hard, he has always tried so hard. but justin keeps acting like none of that matters, like he's just some fucking broken thing. at least, that's how it feels. it's not his fault that noah is so put off by the idea of a safe word. despite the fact that he knows it's okay β despite knowing it's normalβΒ it feels BAD. WRONG. like a reminder that noah is damaged. ruined. justin might not want to do more damage, but noah doesn't want to be treated like all he is, and all he's been since he moved into that house was trauma stitched into the shape of a person. "i'm not throwing a fucking TANTRUM." his eyes roll so hard, and he huffs out a frustrated noise. he hates this shit, and he hates it so much he wants to SCREAM. "i just want to stop bein' treated like i'm fuckin' damaged." a loud sigh. "i'm not. i'm fuckin' fine."
justin doesn't think there's something wrong with noah. he's just aware of his past and wants to make sure that he doesn't say or do anything that'll trigger something. his boyfriend had been through more than anyone he knew. the last thing he wanted to do was make things more difficult for him.
...but apparently he was.
he runs a hand over his face, sigh slipping from his lips. the last thing he wants to do is argue, but they seemed to be heading in that direction fast. before caleb's death, it was easier to do. justin seemed to have a handle on his emotions a little more, and could take a deep breath and walk away. but now...sometimes, on days like this, he just argued back.
"uh, yeah, you kind of are. you're shouting and stomping your foot over one suggestion. which, by the way, isn't something out of the ordinary. plenty of people have them. i've had them with numerous partners. it's healthy." when noah mentions being damaged, justin shakes his head. "that's not - this isn't what this is." it was. "just something that's long overdue, don't you agree?"
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