[original nhl chowder headcanon]
Yes this is perfect – I really love imaging how Chowder’s first few weeks went with the Sharks. Like, right now the Sharks are a very good team (and have been for a while) but let’s say that the reason they are recruiting directly from college is because they have been really struggling at the goalie position and coming so close to the Cup but then always falling short before the finals has had a toll on morale and to the players, it seems that bringing in such a n00b goalie is a sign that management is looking to shake it up. Or giving up on this team and planning to do a rebuild, get some younger players and try with a different group of guys.
So, essentially, when Chowder bursts into the Sharks locker room full of happiness and enthusiasm and without even the faintest attempt at being cool at all, this does not exactly help matters. This kid is young in every sense of the word (like, yes, he has his braces off by this point, but he is not ashamed to say he wore them up until 2 years ago and dear god he actually won’t stop talking) and bringing in young, untested guys means a rebuild year and people are not that happy.
Chowder does not seem to notice.
He just keeps babbling on about how excited he is to be here and how much he looks up to all these guys and “omg it has been so swawesome to watch you guys like i have grown up watching you and-!!!” (okay, we get it, you’re young, ugh).
So the first few days of practice, they don’t scrimmage, just do some conditioning stuff, practice a few passes. And Chowder is fine. He’s not a bad player and his conditioning seems good but still… a team isn’t going to get far without a really good goalie and this one… well, they just aren’t sure he has what it takes. No one says it aloud but there are shared glances and sighs and the vibe for the first few days is not exactly what it should be.
Then, then finally on Friday of that first week, they scrimmage. Full 5 on 5 with Chowder in one goal, second string goalie in the other (privately people have been saying he should be moved to the first string because at least he seems to take the game seriously and not act like a fan) and, sure, people notice that Chowder goes a bit quiet the minutes leading up to the game but they figure he is probably nervous and his mask covers most of his face so they can’t see him all that well and-
Well, and then they play and Chowder is the goalie.
And Chowder is… well, it’s not that the boys are going easy on him at the beginning but it wouldn’t exactly be good form to demolish your goalie’s self-esteem during your first scrimmage when it’s his rookie year so they aren’t whipping pucks at his head at a full 100%. They are being polite about it.
Until none of their polite shots go in. Not one.
And at this point, the other team has scored twice and, look, the boys playing against Chowder are not trying to lose against their teammates so they start trying harder. And then harder. And, nope, those shots are not being polite anymore. Not even a little bit.
And, still, none of them go in.
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They don’t tell the team right away. Not because they’re trying to hide anything, but because they figure it’s so obvious that they don’t need to.
Their friendship transitions so surprisingly easily into something more that it probably looks impossible from the outside. Strange, to say the least. Miraculous, maybe, but only if one really hadn’t been paying attention.
Dex now does homework with Nursey’s hand resting on the back of his neck, palm warm against the skin there and fingertips absently scratching up against the grain of Dex’s short hair and then softly back down.
Dex carries an extra beanie with him on cold days, and pulls it down over Nursey’s ears for him as they walk to class, despite Nursey’s token protests.
He forgets to eat breakfast on busy days, always has, but now finds black coffee and overpriced Annie’s banana nut muffins on his open textbook when he stops at his dorm room between his morning classes.
He smiles a little quicker, a little easier.
He still argues just as much as he ever did.
It’s… effortless. It’s good.
And okay, so maybe Dex has been waiting for the other shoe to drop this whole time–that’s just how his life tends to work–but he didn’t really expect said shoe to manifest in a stunned group silence at team breakfast in the wake of Nursey pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he sits down to join them.
It feels like the entire cafeteria freezes, even if it’s really just the chaos that is the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team during a mealtime suddenly stopping short in collective wonder.
[ 002 ]: reversal
Couldn’t Dodge This – Unrequited AU (toolong) Drabble
He hadn’t wanted things to turn out this way. They shouldn’t have. An expert at dodging, yet how ironic that he hadn’t avoided getting into this mess. There were bitter moments, angry moments. Whole hours and days when he’d have to disappear: to lick his wounds like a dog or he would do something else he’d regret.
Like the
right thingwrong thing and break his best friend’s heart.
@ketolic AAAHHH, BAE, THANK YOU FOR THE RIKUSENA PROMPT. I’m gonna keep the ask becuz I liked the other ones, too! I wanna write at least one more of them, loooool. YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH
HARDERBETTER. Whereas the arranged marriage au is a massive fic in the making, this one I could end reasonably well here. Still. a pretty long post tho pffttAsk for more prompts HERE !! And I have lots of fandoms to choose from, promise! lol
Riku woke up groggy. Like, really groggy. Worse than a hangover
and not enough sleep combined. Sadly, not something he was unfamiliar
with after college and his first year on the force. The groan that left
his mouth rattled in his skull even as it rasped inside his throat. He
was so fucking thirsty.“Rikku? Oh my God, Riku. Here, be careful,” exclaimed a hushed
voice. Strong capable hands pressed gently down on his shoulders to keep him
lying down, one coming up to brush gross, oily-feeling bangs off his
forehead.
When was the last time his hair was that long?The
voice was familiar, heart-wrenchingly so, and Riku couldn’t help but
open eyes he’d forgotten were closed. His vision was blurred and fuzzy
and he had to blink away the film for it to clear. Sure enough, the
anxiously-twisted features of Sena Kobayakawa hovered over him. He
looked pale, hair even more a messy than usual, if shorter than he
remembered, and dark purple bruises under his eyes, as though he hadn’t
slept in weeks. The relieved, unadulterated joy had Riku’s heart beating
treacherously too fast in his chest and he had to close his eyes once
more to calm himself down.“Riku, how are you feeling? Lemme go call the nurse, oh my god,
I’m so glad you’re awake,” Sena babbled, fingers combing through his
greasy hair. He was trembling, and when Riku opened his eyes in confused
shock- at the touch as well as the shaking- tears were glistening in
those weary eyes. “Lemme go- I’m sorry, I just- I’ll be right back,
okay? Don’t… don’t go to sleep, okay?” He sounded almost terrified.“O-Of c-course,” Riku managed to rasp out, frowning despite himself.
It was a good thing he was lying down, because the next moment, Sena was
leaning over to place a lingering kiss to his forehead. Then, he was
running out the door, shouting in a commanding voice that belied his
wide, desperate eyes for a doctor.“What. The. Fuck.”
Don’t Listen to Idiots (2122 words) by rosemari_00
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari
Characters: Midorima Shintarou, Takao Kazunari, Kise Ryouta
Additional Tags: slight midoxkise hint - FreeformSummary: This fic is written based on the idea that Midorima watches the Oha Asa forecast every morning. There’s a small segment of love forecasts that plays just before Oha Asa, but Midorima claims he ‘doesn’t listen to them because they’re always wrong’. Whether or not they are, turns out to be quite debatable…
No Joke (MidoTaka Fic)
Series: KnB
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 2000+
Warnings: None whatsoever. A drabble about silent bonds of friendship, mutual romantic feelings and first kisses. Some sort of telepathy going on in the story?
Summary: The rest of the world cannot understand Midorima, and Takao wonders why communication still happens naturally between the two.
The continuation of No Joke, Treasuring You, can now be read by clicking the link. You can also find this story on my AO3.
(For more information regarding the story, please take a look at the notes at the end of the fic.)
MidoTaka
It all started a few days ago, this relentless routine of sleepless nights. For the last five years, ever since they started living together, Midorima had bought a gift that Takao hinted at for his birthday. Mostly he felt like cheating for taking the hints, but his boyfriend always acted so happy and surprised that Midorima thought either Takao was very good at acting, or he was just unaware of how he was pointing him in the right direction. It was probably the latter. Takao had the tendency to show his love for things in general. He always seemed so genuinely happy to show Midorima whatever it was that pleased him. And for five years, Midorima had taken this routine to heart and followed the line of his boyfriend’s happiness and managed to get him what he wanted. And Takao always smiled and thanked him, first conventionally and then, later in bed, very much sexually. It was the best part of Takao’s birthdays. Not that their sex life was lacking in any way, but on Takao’s birthdays..It was something else. Even now, thinking about it made Midorima blush and left breathless.
No Joke (MidoTaka Fic)
Series: KnB
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 2000+
Warnings: None whatsoever. A drabble about silent bonds of friendship, mutual romantic feelings and first kisses. Some sort of telepathy going on in the story?
Summary: The rest of the world cannot understand Midorima, and Takao wonders why communication still happens naturally between the two.
The continuation of No Joke, Treasuring You, can now be read by clicking the link. You can also find this story on my AO3.
(For more information regarding the story, please take a look at the notes at the end of the fic.)
Don’t Look Back In Anger [KiKasa]
happy 4/7
At fifteen, Kasamatsu was lanky,awkward, and way more angry at the world than he should. Honestly, he was doing well at school, played basketball, and successfully kept his younger brothers
from becoming arsonists, but he was a teenager, and he was angry. Because he had zits, because he couldn’t talk to girls,
because his band was never going to be famous, or even leave Moriyama’s garage,
for that matter. Hell, because his cereal turned too saggy one day while he
jerked off three times during one
shower – just because he was a teenager.Mostly because he was two hundred
percent gay, though, and beginning to think he would die a virgin, since the
only guy whose gaydar seemed to be working, and steering him in Yukio’s general
direction was a thirteen-year-old with perfect skin, and the tendency to
embarrass him in public, by using the same cheap tricks on him as he did on all
the older girls that found him and his dubious seduction techniques so cute.“Senpai, you look tired,” drawled
Kise, flashing a dazzling grin that even Kasamatsu recognized as a force to be
reckoned with.He only rolled his eyes, too
exhausted after the basketball practice to even scold that brat for basically
stalking him after school, and tried to bypass Kise, who promptly followed.“Probably because you’ve been
running through my mind all day,” he added flirtatiously, batting his
ridiculous eyelashes.
just moving along like everyone else 