#gamechxnger

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@gamechxnger

Billy was folding laundry and waiting for Scott to come home from practice. It was his first practice back and Billy was an anxious wreck about it. He was never used to having anxiety and it was incredibly uncomfortable for him. It reminded him of being younger when he couldn't control things. He couldn't control Scott and he didn't want to but he wanted to control what happened on the ice to make sure he was okay. That was impossible though. He heard the door and he sighed in relief. " Scott?"

[whatahuckleberry]

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He went through some of the chart with a sigh before entering Central 12. Some kind of sport thing—which, apparently, was why they asked him to do it. Something about him not getting starry-eyed, which was kind of insulting. So he didn't know who Robert Clemente was. Was that even a—? He checked the chart again. No. Different sport. Probably.

"Hello, Mr. Hunter. I'm Dr. Whitaker, what brings you in today?" He said, smiling as he closed the door behind him.

[iprayforsilence]

Belated Valentines.

@gamechxnger

They had missed Valentine's day. In fact, it was a week later. But accident's happened, and in this case, Kip's father had been involved in a horrible accident and was lucky to have his life. Kip had spent all week in the hospital until his father had been released and was only now, finally, back at his own home where he lived with Scott.

He groaned as he stepped into the shower.

How he had missed this shower.

The hot water washed over his skin, hitting each aching muscle.

He wondered when Scott would be home from practice.

His hands ran through his wet hair.

"Fuck it feels good to be home."

[faceoffsandgingerale]

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Shane didn’t exactly have anywhere else to be until around 3:30 when they had to be at the arena to play the Admirals that night. Until then, there he was, standing in line at Montreal cafe waiting on his drink. He hadn’t slept the greatest, but it would be okay. While he waited, he began typing a text to Ilya. He was halfway through his text when he noticed Scott standing near him. He hadn’t seen him since everything happened, but Ilya had, at least briefly.

What he did on the ice with Kip Grady had been stuck in his mind since it happened. He finished the text and slipped it into his pocket as they called his name for his drink, stepping forward to get it. “Hey Hunter,” he said, turning around with his drink as he took a step toward him. "Get into Montreal last night?" He continued, attempting to start up a conversation.

[deservessunshine]

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“Morning,” Kip greeted, smiling softly. Was Kip just looking at the Admirals Instagram page before Scott Hunter came back in the door again? Absolutely not! At least, that’s what he would say if anyone had actually noticed. “I think I can make that happen. Wouldn't want to impede that winning streak,” he added, going to grab the banana and start. “The bestseller from the secret menu.”

[kipgrcdy-a]

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Another rejection letter. At this rate Kip's starting to feel like he'll never get out of Straw+Berry. That he'll still be there in his eighties, blending fruit and wondering when his turn will come. And it's not that he doesn't like it - He does. If not just for the attractive hockey player who comes in for his regular. It's just that he wishes he could be doing more. Have fixed hours, time for a social life - To not be constantly worrying about money.

Ordinarily, Kip's good at hiding his emotions. You have to be when working with the public. They don't give a shit if you're having a bad day. But Scott - There's something about him that just causes Kip's vulnerability to bubble to the surface. "Shit -" The smoothie explodes from the blender, hand trembling as he reaches for a cloth. "I'm sorry - I'm - Fuck -" Eyes look to Scott, apologetic. Well, this is embarrassing. "It's been one of those days." He mutters, wiping the heel of his palm against his eye. At least the shop isn't busy. That's a small blessing.

"This one will be on the house, I promise."

[bostonlilyxo]

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Ilya's English must've been failing him because when he saw the text from Hunter, he squinted at it for a good minute before giving up his attempt to translate it.

With a snort, he texted back.

[to: Ancient One] Am I what? Do you need help with English? Thought this was only my problem.

[audaciiaearch]

[txt to shane] U know you can tell em if your fucking Ilya right !? Like I sj r say nothing g.

[TEXT Scott]: Scott.

[TEXT Scott]: What are you talking about? How much did you drink?