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[wwefangirl69]

Discussion: Not enough Ted Hitchcock fan fiction. In fact, not ANY. So what would Ted Hitchcock 's love language be?

[wintercorrybriea2]

nosho hunting

[thefanficblogisnow]

When We Were Young, Chapter 1, Veteran Presence

Word Count:  1.4k 

Warnings:  angst, grief, mentions of loss. 

“Taylor...let me just start by saying that there is no other place I would rather be in the entire world, than with you right here, right now.”  

“Hey Shoresy,” You sighed,  trying to reply in an unamused tone.  You knew your ex, and you knew that if you showed an inch, he’d try to take a mile, “nice of you to show up.”  

“Can’t you see that I’m just completely taken by you?” he asked, “like I’ve never known a feeling like this.”  

“You tell me that every time you see me, you goof!”  

He smiled, “still makes you smile!”  

“Sluts assembled?”   

“Why are we doing this here when we could be over at seven-star dumpling house?” he asked, “let’s go for some bibimbap.”  

“Because I know that you’d try to take my panties off there.”  

He smiled even more, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “how do you know I wouldn’t try to take your panties off here?”  

You smirked, choosing to ignore the playful, flirty comment, “how do they feel about never losing again?”  

“How do you feel about it?”  

“Oh, I don’t care.”  

“That’s a lie,” he chuckled, “your mom left you and Nat the clubs and the barn.  We fold that’s one less thing on your plate.”  

“It’s the only thing sucking us dry, Shoresy.” you pointed out, “everything else is profitable.”  

“Oh, you are an absolute stallion!” he smiled.  

“You’re a horse face.”  

“A horse face you had three kids with!” he smirked.  You felt the butterflies welling up in your belly as you thought about your sordid, yet exciting history with him.  How he still managed to make you feel like a teenager was beyond you, “you know, I won’t rest until I’ve gotten even a shoulder pat from you, again.”  

“Been a long time since a man’s gotten anything from me, Shoresy.”  

“I know...last thing I got from you was Wayne,” he grinned, “three-way tie for the best thing in my life aside from our other two kids.”  

You shook your head at him, “you’re too much.”  

“You ever just been sitting across from someone, trying to have a normal conversation, while fighting every urge inside yourself to just scream out ‘yeah’ !”  

“Shut the fuck up, Daniel!” you giggled, unable to keep your straight face any longer.  

His grin widened at your response.  He knew he got you with that one and he felt the need to keep pushing his limits, “well I’ve never let myself be so vulnerable with anyone before you.  It feels amazing.”  

“You are a lot, dude.”  

“God, I’d be good to you!”  

“Yeah?” you asked, feeling the need to stop it before it went too far.  You pulled out the big guns with your own comment, “which time are we looking at when you promise me that again?  After which kid, Shoresy?”  

He frowned, “that’s not fair, and you know it.”  

“You say all these sweet nothings, but you’re the same old slut you’ve always been,” you shrugged, pushing yourself away from him emotionally, “famous for wheeling two of his friend’s moms in Letterkenny.”  

“First of all, we weren’t friends, and they were wheeling me,” he pointed out, “and we were on a break.”  

“Yeah...” you nodded, sucking on your teeth, “well, I’ve got to get going...let me know how the next game turns out.”  

“Wait?” he asked, “You’re not coming?”  

“Like I said, Shoresy, I don’t care.” you said, getting up, “text me the score after...or you know...wait for Wayne to tell me.”  

“You’re missing out...”  

“I’ll keep telling myself that.”  

“Wait...where are you going?”  

“One of the sisters is babysitting Wayne at the barn,” you said simply, “she said she’d take him skating for me and in return, I’m gonna spend some time there doing inventory.”  

“Wait...so you’re gonna be at the barn?”  

“Not with you,” you smirked, “last time we had ‘alone time’ at the barn, and you were helping me...you helped me get pregnant.”  

He smirked, “you can’t say that wasn’t the funnest thing you’ve ever done on the ice.”  

“Go play with your sluts, Shoresy!” you laughed, rolling your eyes at him.  

“So how was your meeting with Shoresy?”  

You frowned at your sister, “you did that on purpose.  You know damn well me and you could have easily had that conversation without him.  I see the game that you’re playing at, and I don’t approve of it, Nat.”  

She smirked as she looked at your son, who was tuckered out and snuggled up between the two of you on her couch, “come on...we both know he was excited about that...and deep down, I think you were a little excited too.”  

“Oh, fuck off, Nat.”  

She smirked even more at your comment and played with Wayne’s hair, “hey, at least you sat down and had a conversation with him.  I know lately you haven’t even been able to be in the same room as him.” 

“And by lately you mean since I got knocked up with this one!”  

She smirked, “I’ll give you that, you two make cute babies...he’s an annoying fuck, but none of them are ugly or stupid, so that’s a huge win.”  

“Daniel’s always been cute...shut up!”  

She rolled her eyes at you, “whatever you say, Tay.”  

“Hey Nat...”  

“Hmm?”  

“Do you really think we’re never going to lose again?” you asked.  

She frowned at your question, “why are you asking me that, Taylor?”  

“We do what we say we’re going to do!” you reminded her.  She raised her brow and you continued, “mom loved the club.  We love the club...”  

“I just want bums in seats,” she sighed, “I remember when we were  young, and it was all anyone could talk about to be at a game on a Sudbury Saturday night.  I remember running down those stretches of halls and navigating between throngs of people...losing you in a crowd if you got out of my sight.  The excited cheers from all the fans...”  

You teared up as you looked down at your son.  

You sniffled as your hand ran down his side, “it scares me sometimes that he’ll never get that experience.  I mean, Tessa and Dani had it...we had it...”  

“We do what we say we’re going to do, Tay...”  

You looked up at her again and bit your lip, “getting the chance to mull over the possibility of the team folding, scares me, Nat...”  

“It scares me too...” she admitted, her own tears welling up in her eyes, “mom always put every bit of love into us, and that barn...the club...it is home...but it hurts so much that it’s like this now...”  

“I know...”  

“When mom passed,” she admitted, sniffling herself, “you had the kids...Shoresy...I-I didn’t have anywhere to put my love.”  

“Nat...”  

“No, it’s true, Taylor,” she sniffled, a few tears running down her cheeks, “you have the kids...Shoresy didn’t leave your side...but I-I'm alone.”  

You reached out to your big sister and took her hand in your own, “Natalie...you’re never alone...you have me...”  

“You were in your own grief,” she admitted, “and I wasn’t going to add to it...that’s why when I started seeing that therapist...I-I needed to figure out where to put my love...”  

“And you put it into the club...”  

She scoffed bitterly, “I guess that’s why it’s going belly up...” 

“Nat...” 

“Everything I love always-” 

“Stop...stop that thought process right now, Nat...” you said quickly, cutting your sister off, “I’m not going to let you talk about yourself like that.  And I’m not going to let you think that the club drying up is your fault.  Four years ago Danis and the girls took over running the NOSHO.  They started fining all the teams and players that they didn’t agree with.  All but four teams folded.  That’s not on you.  They changed the game.  You and mom and Daniel are the last people fighting for the old way...the way that hockey should be played, you hear me?”  

She scofffed again, sniffling more as she wiped at her face, “that why the barn is still empty?  Because people don’t want the old way anymore?”  

You squeezed your sister’s hand in your own, “Nat...Daniel will bring us back...”  

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” she asked, “I’m throwing a hail mary here...I’m reaching.”  

“That’s why I have to believe in it, Nat,” you admitted tearfully, “it scares me beyond all belief, but if there’s one person in this world that I trust, it’s you...and if there’s one man who I know will go beyond what’s asked...who will fight for everything in him...it’s Daniel...this could work, Nat...”     

Chapter 2 

[mybrainismelted]

trope mashup! 2 aaand ... hmmm ... oh! 13! 🤗💚

ok, clearly you are TRYING to break my brain with this one Nosho! #2, prison, and #13, Mermaid AU. Here goes! The first time they met, it was in Juvie. Mickey was 16, and had been here a couple of times before. Ian was 14, and this was his first time in. They were cellmates, but they didn't really talk much. The redhead was weird, constantly trading other kids for their shower time. He must have showered at least 6 times every day, and who the hell does that? Ian was gone one day, out before Mickey, but the only reason he really noticed is because his new cellmate was loud and annoying as hell. He actually found himself kinda missing the kid.

They saw each other a couple more times on the inside before Mickey turned 18, but never as cellmates again. Still, they found themselves spending time together. There was something about that kid that Mickey could never put his finger on. Something different, but familiar. Mickey was 21 when he was sent to do some big boy time. Stupid mistake trusting his brother to keep watch - he'd pay for that when Mickey was out. He was surprised to find Ian already there when he arrived though. Relieved to have a cellmate he could trust though. Ian seemed different now. He was thin, and had an air of desperation that Mickey had never seen. He didn't really know how to help, and didn't want to ask what was wrong, but he remembered.... on the second day, when he asked if Ian wanted his shower slot, the redhead had actually started crying before throwing himself at Mickey, arms wrapping around him and shaking. "Hey, s'ok Red. Just go, I'll be here when you get back, a'ight?" Mickey was left confused, but not really surprised by how much he had enjoyed the feeling of his friend pressed against him. When he got back, Ian looked... better. Not like himself, but a bit more healthy. Over the next year, they grew closer, emotionally and physically, spending most evenings wrapped up together in a way Mickey had never imagined he could allow himself. He still had to shower sometimes himself, but whenever he could he would let the redhead have his turn, and even bullied some of the other newbies into giving Ian their slots a couple of times a week. They made plans in the quiet of the night, plans to find each other when they got out, plans to start a new life, but there was always something, some big secret that Ian was holding back, and Mickey didn't really want to say it out loud anyway. It was spring when Ian left that time, but he promised that he would be at the docks every day until Mickey got out, waiting for him at dusk. It was summer when Mickey was released. He didn't go home, didn't go anywhere near the southside, in fact. He spent his day hanging around the docks, hoping, wishing, but never 100% sure.... until dusk arrived, and a figure appeared at the end of the docks, beckoning to him. He gasped in relief as he walked, whispering "I knew you'd come. I knew." He walked slowly, knowing that the big secret, the thing they had never spoken of, was about to be revealed. He sat down, looking down a the face of the man he loved, who was floating serenely in the water. "Can I see?" he asked quietly, eyes locked on Ian's. Ian smiled, and braced his hands on the dock, giving one great heave of his body to pull himself up, lying somewhat ungracefully beside him, with his gorgeous, green and blue shimmering tail fully on display in the last bits of light.

[ian-galagher]

don't mind me just dropping by to spread some love on the dash this sunday.

thanksokaybye, proceed with your day🌾

Noshooooooooooooooooo! 🥰🥰🥰 How are you this fine Sunday? Brightening my day with your sweet message! Sending you a whooole lotta love in return goblin king! 🥰🧡 If you feel a sudden tightness in your chest, that's me HUGGING YOU!!!! 😁

[wwefangirl69]

Fuuuck me... Anybody else in their feels over Shoresy season 3? I've watched and re-watched and damnit... I forgot to breathe. Fucking tears.

[wwefangirl69]

Damnit, Funko POPS! Ya Need to get on the go and make an entire set of the Sudbury Blueberry Bulldogs already! Shut up and TAKE my money!!

[mybrainismelted]

okay, let's see if i can come up with something interesting for the trope mashup. how abouuut,

12+81? 👀🍎

OK, 12 (Vampire AU) + 81 (Mistaken Identity), let's see....

Mickey has been hunting vampires most of his life. He knows the signs.

So when he starts frequenting a bar in Boystown, you can't really help him for the mistake. Tall, almost preternatually good looking, ghostly pale skin, only ever seen at night... yeah, that redhead is almost definitely a vampire. And the attraction Mickey feels every time their eyes meet - that is definitely the vampire trying to draw him in as his next victim.

He can't really be blamed either for what happens next when he decides to trap the vampire by letting him think he has mickey under his spell.

He's just lucky that the hot redhead actually thinks it's funny when Mickey explains why he just stabbed him. Taking him to get patched up was probably the best decision he's ever made. Especially when the hot redhead insists that they trade numbers and starts texting him that same night.

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