#newyorkcap

[caprozanov]

➠ @newyorkcap liked for a texting starter

( txt ➞ Old Fart ) : I saw your family! they look well ( txt ➞ Old Fart ) :

[menaceonice]

🍓compliment a random mutual!

@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

JUST ONE??? fuck, i need a generator or something.

@audaciiae

I am having a lovely time writing with you! down for the touchy topics, lovely to talk to OOC, down for so many different types of threads and having them all at once. i always look forward to your replies. i feel so comfortable writing with you and i love you. fuck. FUCK

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also i can't just ignore you @ardenseas i don't think we have PROPERLY written yet but i'm excited to!! you are so sweet and fun to talk to!

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fuck it, rules don't exist. i just also wanted to say i have seen @montrealjane / @newyorkcap / @faceoffsandgingerale all be very hard on themselves lately and i think you are ALL LOVELY PLEASE NEVER BE DISCOURAGED BY IMPOSTER SYNDROME

[hcllcnder]

@newyorkcap asked ❛ that's the only good outcome. ❜

“I don’t think there is a good outcome,” Shane said from where he had landed on the couch. He stretched his arms over his head and groaned, having had enough to drink to not be trusted alone but not enough to be an actual problem. Not that Shane Hollander would ever be seen as a problem child of hockey. “Or are we aiming towards, sucks the least?”  

[sioraiocht]

~ @newyorkcap || [ TXT ] : i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice. ( Fabian from Luca ) ~

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Fabian begins typing a message before deleting it all and pressing 'dial'. He listens to the line as it rings, resting back against the pillows. He hasn't been sleeping properly lately, frankly he's only delighted to have the excuse to talk to Luca.

He smiles as the line picks up. "Hey. Consider me your fairy godmother, granting your wish to hear my voice."

[hcllcnder]

@newyorkcap asked ❛ Best lies got some truth to 'em. ❜

“You sound like you have a lot of experience in that,” Shane observed, not sounding as judgmental as it might have sounded from most people. It wasn’t terrible advice, even for an extremely skilled liar for Shane. “I usually just don’t talk.”

[sioraiocht]

~ @newyorkcap || [ TXT ] : were you ever going to tell me? ( Eric from Scott ) ~

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[text; Scotty] Eventually. I didn't know how. Which is stupid, I know. [text; Scotty] Holly didn't even know I was bisexual, I barely knew how to say it out loud.

[captrozy]

[ RECEIVED ASK: MAKING DEMANDS ]

@newyorkcap 𝄈 ╰ ✦ ⸺ stay awake, you might have a concussion.

concussion. the word is english, but still ilya knows it. it means — something important, but ilya can't think of what. he turns the word over once, then twice, rolls it in his brain, tries to picture what it means but ultimately, gets nowhere with it. gets nowhere with anything, really. thoughts never quite taking off from the ground, flightless in a brain that feels more like mush than anything else. a collection of sensations that… that hurt. blinding lights and concerned voices and -

scott hunter's worried face. warm hands pressing pain into his skull.

"дедушка," he pauses to lick the front of his teeth, running it over veneers and what remains of his adult teeth, tasting blood on them. it doesn't stop him from smirking, doesn't stop his eyes from squinting in teasing pleasure. english is harder suddenly on his tongue, he feels seventeen again as his grasp on the language slips and slurs, but still he manages, or at least he hopes he does. "am awake. no old man panic, cause heart attack."

there's warmth on the side of his face, and he's in a high bar stool, boot against a footrest, and ah, yes, they'd been at that gay bar hunter co-owned. there had been - ilya's eyes squint as his gaze wanders past scott's hulking form - a fight? a scuffle. bruised new yorker egos next to him and then -

embarrassing. getting knocked in the head by an elbow like that. ilya grimaces, and then does it again when the movement makes the world spin. fingers grasping at scott's shoulder briefly before he stabilizes and lets go.

no point in making that kind of scene. he was fine. he was russian, he was a hockey player. he'd had far worse. just not two-and-a-half beers deep with an already bruised set of ribs. not when he'd been off-guard and buzzed and feeling almost at peace —

"thought this was a gay bar, not fight club."

[rinksaint]

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake? ( eric )

[text; Scott] Kept having this weird nightmare about my goalposts attacking me. [text; Scott] Why are you awake?