#glowslikegolds

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: let's do itttt starter ! CONCERNING: cooper hansen

filming far from home means that her nights feel like they're filled with stranger moments, filled with STRANGER PEOPLE. sometimes it's fun, to be someone who knew nobody in the room. and in others, it's harder to escape the who she was, their circles running smaller, and smaller, the longer she finds herself growing within the bounds of her fame, and her career.

honestly, she sort of HATES IT.

but new york's new york, baby! lights, camera, action is all the rage, and when they're filming here, everything's late nights out in spaces that feel like a blur. and sometimes she knows who's there, sometimes she's doing LINES in the bathroom with someone she doesn't. tonight though?

she's been talking to cooper hansen - they like, did a commercial together once. it was one of those things that you sort of blink and miss it, when she'd been a smaller actress and he'd been in the minor leagues, like, whatever it takes to make a paycheck, right? but like. rue just thinks he's FUNNY, and honestly, she's like, exhausted of all the hollywood games everyone's playing on set. "do you ever wonder like, what you'd be doing if it wasn't all... yanno. this?" the gesture ; the bar in front of them. the drink in their hand, the both of them stuck in that crowded booth.

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he shoudln't think it's so funny but he does. he falls way more than he likes to let on. so maybe he's a little clumsy when he's this hungover. but hey, who cares !! what's one more fall ?? can't be worse than anything else he's done – and at least now he's having fun !! teddy knows cooper like totally doesn't get it. how could anyone ?? it's not like anyone really gets it unless they do. unless they know what it means to be flying through the air like they'll never have to come down. he knows cooper doesn't actually like the cold. for someone who spends all of his time on ice, it's kind of crazy that he doesn't like the snow. especially when teddy loves the snow. he thrives in the cold, like it's what he was built for. maybe he was – maybe he loves the snow more than he should – he doesn't really know. but whatever. he knocks on his helmet like it makes the most sense in the world, legs outstretched and covered in snow. it's funny. but he takes cooper's hand anyways, and pops a foot out of his bindings to head over to the lodge. it's not too crowded thank god. so teddy doesn't have to worry about finding somewhere to sit while coop patches him up. "you sayin' that you don't think i'm pretty anymore when i eat shit ??" a beat, "man, what a bummer." he offers a shit eating grin, and he shakes his head. "yeah – coop– i'm alright." vision blurs at the edges, but he's fine. right ?? "unless being not alright means you keep playing doctor." he smirks, "then i'm fatally injured."

[prisonofbone-arch]

closed starter for @glowslikegolds !

the hallway outside the room still smelled like disinfectant and old tape; rory kept his stick balanced on one shoulder so he'd have an excuse not to fidget with his hands. he watched his teammate fight his laces like they'd personally wronged him, and rory let the silence linger until it eventually felt pointed. "man, you're gonna be forty before you tie that," he said, his tone deadpan, nudging the guy's shin pad with the toe of his skate, just enough to be irritating. it was easier, always, to be a little sharp than to be sincere. the knot finally gave, and rory's gaze shifted away to the ice, to the zamboni's looping path, to anything that wasn't the small tell in the guy's shoulders. he didn't look back right away when he asked it, like that would make it casual. "you good?" the words came out lighter than he meant them. "or is this just… your thing today?"

[thelostcauses]

@hurtslikeyoudo.

Joshua barely hears the roar of the crowd over the scrape of skates and the hiss of ice. One second it's a clean rush. The next, Cooper is driven forward, hard, shoulders jolting, stick jammed square into his back. He pitches toward the plexiglass head first, gloves clawing for balance, helmet cracking against the boards with a sickening thud.

Joshua's vision goes white.

Assistant Cap'n or not, discipline or not, there are rules for a reason. Marchand. The RAT.

Josh is across the ice before he even realizes he's moving, grabbing Brad by the crest and shoving him back. Words spill first, sharp, furious, "MOTHERFU--" but Marchand grins that grin, and Joshua snaps. Gloves drop. Fists fly. The ref's whistle shrieks uselessly while they trade blows, knuckles splitting, visors rattling, red spotting the ice between their skates.

Bennett attempts to pull Marchand whilst Auston makes a move to aid Joshua, and all glorious HELL breaks loose.

Stoppage in play, the refs finally make it between the pair, severing the quarrel.

Five minutes each.

Blood for blood.

Joshua's chest heaves as the linesmen haul him away, Cooper still being helped to the bench, crowd half-cheering, half-booing. He jerks free long enough to glare across the ice at Marchand, jaw tight, eyes blazing.

"You could've KILLED him!" he growls, voice raw, sure that the microphones on the live feed can pick up his snarl. The ref points toward the box, Joshua actually spits blood straight on the ice at the ref's feet. He laughs bitterly, shaking his head as he skates off, "It's illegal for a fucking reason!" He snaps, smacking the boards with his stick before stepping into the penalty box...may get a fat fine for that one later. Unsportsmanlike. His eyes catch Cooper's, cheeky-ass-grin forming on his lips from the team bench. Five minutes in a box is a small price to pay for his brother in arms.

[redemptioninterlude]

035, at a table during a charity gala. ( from cooper :p )

SUBJECT: set the scene meme NOTIFY: @glowslikegolds CONCERNING: cooper hansen

getting ready is ritualistic. and honestly she tunes out, her frame lax within a chair, someone dabbing at her face, fixing. her hair. donating money is a hell of an EXPENSIVE ENDEAVOR, and the whole thing just kind of feels like adult dress up with photos for some reason. it's all a part of the job, she finds, bemused as she watched through the interviews as more people felt brave with the wave of recent comments, brave enough to throw their own voices behind it.

she wonders when they'll all be posting their APOLOGIES and all-people sentiments when they were hit by backlash.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

rue settled into her seat, her chin in her hands, her dark eyes blinking back all the bright sparks behind it. they took how many photos outside again? it took her all to resist the urge to rub her eyes clean, wetting her lips to reach for a drink to down when her hand collided with another. rue, knowing ALL TOO WELL that there could be anyone here that she couldn't really afford to offend. but the other person? oh, how much more true was it when she noticed exactly who it was, squinting for a moment, brightening immediately in the next. "cooper? cooper hansen?"

holy shit. it's been, like, maybe 3 years since they met on set of a fucking terrible commercial. the both of them had been sweating to death and cracking jokes about how they owed each other ICE CREAM once all this shit was done, and like, he'd been funny, but like... they'd both honestly been desperate for a pay check. last she'd seen, he'd gotten signed to a professional team, thinking, how good that was for him, but who knew? she was her for work, but... "wait, do you play in new york now?"

[graspedribs]

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teddy's always been a bit of a menace. he liked obsession. he liked need, and desire, and corruption. that had always been easier to hold than anything like care or romance or importance. he's always fashioned himself into impermanence. but cooper didn't let him do it. he asked him on a date and wouldn't fuck him before taking him out. that always kind of screwed up his issues. well– always is a strong word. he hadn't dated seriously in years.

but if THIS was what commitment felt like, maybe teddy had it all wrong. because all of this shit that he refuses to name, all of the things he refuses to be, have never been the types of things he wants as much as he wants this.

cooper's mouth maps everywhere across him, and he wants to commit the feeling to memory. it's better than he could have imagined. obviously. there's nothing quite like the feeling of being wanted. nothing makes him as crazy or as desperate as worship. and every time cooper buries himself in him, teddy's PRETTY SURE that's as close as he'll ever get to salvation.

his hands curl beneath the edge of the jersey, but coopers voice vibrates at the shell of his ear, low and desperate. the primal, animalistic urge that writes itself into cooper's features and settles in his voice, is enough to drive teddy crazy. rhythmless need, broken groans, everything stirs him on faster. and all he seeks is relief. every nerve is on edge, white hot desire explodes behind his eyes, and he wants so badly. the way he commands is enough to shift something within him. he wants more than he has ever known how to ask for. it's desperate. it's needy. it's wanton.

he follows along with cooper's direction, succumbing to handling like it makes the most sense in the world. god – he WANTS to fall apart like this. hips grasped in calloused hands, back arched and a hand in his hair, and the thickness in the air sits against his skin like it's everything he's ever wanted.

his hair is sweat slicked to his neck, and the way his fingers tangle in teddy's hair feels holy. his heart is hammering against his chest, and worship is best done on his knees, right ?? so who said his knees couldn't meant cheek pressed to the mattress, hair yanked back, and needier than he's ever felt in his life.

you look so fucking good like this. the praise buzzes through him, and his whole body tenses. nails raise rake across his back, and it pulls another in a series of broken moans straight from within him. "fuck–" his voice breaks and looses shape. "yeah– i – shit–" another moan, and his hips slam back as is to meet coopers motions. "i love it, cooper." another wanton noise rips through him. "i need you to claim me." another wanton noise parts his lips. "i need you – fuck – please –" he doesn't even know what he's asking for anymore. his head tends to run empty when he's like this. the only thing he can do is chase that edge, and hope cooper will catch him when he falls.

[miidnighters]

@glowslikegolds | continued from ☾

It takes no explaining to detail why Billie's a night owl. She's been out having fun tonight - but her friends ditched her, so now she's making her way home. Heels in hand, Billie wanders through the streets, past the park - when she spots someone lying in the grass and decides, on a whim (and the influence of alcohol) to join them.

Almost giggling, she sits down in the grass with a little oof! - pleased as punch when the stranger props up on his elbows to address her.

"Me too." Billie whispers back, almost afraid to disturb the silence - all too aware of how her choppy Tex-Mex accent sounds in the quiet. "I can't wait 'till it's warm, I'm such a summer girl."

He lies back against the grass, and Billie stretches her long, bare legs out in front of her as she does the same - half turned towards him. "Yeah? I love that. All the little things we learn as kids. It always seemed a little romantic to me, talking about constellations." Head turns, eyes drifting upwards. "Maybe we can make some of our own, hmm, baby?"

[miidnighters]

@glowslikegolds | continued from ☾

For all the people on his new team Tate would have thought would approach him at an event like this, it wouldn't have been Cooper Hansen.

Tate's not a stranger to a social event, after all - isn't worried about talking to new people, or schmoozing - so he's been talking to people all evening. Especially since his trade meant that he was the freshest new face in the room. He's grateful for the reprieve of quiet when Cooper joins him, and Tate flashes a warm smile.

"I don't hate it." Tate shrugs. He doesn't know his new team super well yet - mostly by reputation alone. He was traded just in time for this event, but before any sort of regular training starts up. "I don't mind talking to people. But you can hang out here for a while, if you want. People see you talking to me, they're not going to come badger you about talking to them, right?"

Made sense in Tate's mind, after all.