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starter for: todd dickens ( @richlust )
"todd!" he groans and starts running the water for the sink, putting dish after dish into the bowl. they had just spoken about this and now, here they were again. in the exact same situation. "i just told you to stop leaving everything right next to the sink. like, you could just wash it up. why is that so difficult to get?"
@racylove
“look, all i need for you is to just close your eyes for a couple seconds.” dylan spoke with a grin, hand sliding in front of his boyfriend’s face then, then walking him into the hall, and then out the door to their driveway. “keep ‘em closed, yea?” he raised his brows, smirking as he pressed his nose into sebastian’s hair. “okay, open them.”
starter for: jeremiah west ( @racylove )
he has to get some air. it felt stifling inside, especially after grace had asked him if he minded being called uncle hugo. it was just an intense reminder of what had happened between him and miah. and cat was whisked away only minutes after arriving, so getting some air felt like the right choice. the only choice, really. he leans against the wall, eyes closed as he tips his head back, trying to compose himself.
starter for: jeremiah west ( @racylove )
of course he went to the game, sat with samar and maverick and everyone else who was there to support their partners and family. and they won, of course they did. he doesn't know if that is better or worse for what he's about to do. it really isn't all that difficult to get to the locker room, he's been there before and security knows him well enough by now. the atmosphere through the halls is immense and he can't help but smile, though it is slightly forced, especially as he gets to the locker room. hugo stalls, waiting outside for a second before he takes a deep breath and pushes his way in, heart stuttering when he sees his boyfriend. 'hey, cap! you've got a visitor,' jasper calls out, nodding towards the door. hugo is immensely grateful for him because he can't quite seem to find the words or his voice right now.
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about: andrej schiffner, 26-28, pansexual, former hockey player / mechanic reincarnation of hephaestus; greek god of the forge and flames
"AGAIN? THIS has to be third time this month your car has broken down. are you sure you don't want to buy a new one at this point?"
starter for: lucas taylor ( @racylove )
when hollie had suggested setting him up with her brother, he hadn't been so sure. not for any reason other than blind dates never seem to go well for him. this wasn't his first and it might not be his last. as long as he isn't paired up with a guy who talks exclusively about his ex like the last time. he sighs, taking a sip of his water when the maître d' comes over, a man following behind her. he looks up hopefully and his stomach swoops, swallowing the water down before he fucking drools. okay, note to self: thank hollie. "--lucas?"
starter for: buster carlton ( @racylove )
"babe." buster is hovering and trying to sort things out as if tyson is incapable of doing it himself. "babe." really not listening to anything tyson is saying, especially as he's started muttering to himself in german. normally incredible, right now a little frustrating. "baby!" tyson reaches out to grab his wrist, tugging him gently. "breathe. i am okay. sit." and he doesn't give him a choice, tugging him into tyson's lap as he settles back against the couch. "see? much better."
starter for: jimmy schmitt ( @racylove )
"ah fuck," he mumbles, knees hitting the ice as he shakes his gloves off before he's reaching to unclasp his helmet, yanking it off. it all happened so fast and he isn't even sure what happened but he can feel the blood dripping down his face. he gets up to his feet, a little unsteadily and skates in the general direction of the bench. he's hunched over, trying not to get blood on his uniform, even though he knows it won't really make a difference. one of the team medics is next to him before he even realises, towel pressed against his face to stop the blood. he's led off the ice blindly, trusting whoever has hold of his arm to get him to the right place. and all he can think about is whether jimmy saw and if he's okay.
