@hatrickd
you’re warm. no fair.
such a gentleman. * he grins lazily, but admittedly it DOES help so he nods contently * mhm. oh, are we going to your place or mine tonight?
@theircaptain / * he responds with a grin, slipping off his jacket to wrap it around their shoulders. * good?
i brought chips and uh.. donuts. and some soda. and dip. and some, sweet stuff—
@theircaptain / i like movies. * a simple yet truthful response, and he presses a quick kiss to the other’s temple, leaning down slightly to do so. turning to return back to the living room, * wanna watch something scary?
yeah. always— * he offers a sheepish smile, accustomed to their apartment by now to place the remaining snacks in the kitchen * we could have like.. a date. a movie night.
@theircaptain / oh? * he looked up from the couch, standing to take some stuff into his hands. * i was just joking, but... hey. you came through. thanks.
i like your bed. ‘s comfy.
/ @theircaptain OK yk what let’s do 50/50. also wow?? i love u sm.. ugh ur amazing * he finds the formal calling amusing, and a chuckle bubbles up to escape his own lips, combined with theirs in a symphony. maybe they can smell the mint: fresh. cold, if it could be. *
sorry, i look like a drowned rat. i just had a shower so, um.
@theircaptain / i cant tell my boyfriend he looks hot as fuck?
carry me to bed— i’m too tired—
@theircaptain / it’s absolutely gay. * but his tone is warm, and he stops tracing for a moment to find their hand, to hold and squeeze it. * i love you. and i’m glad you took that chance for me, with me, that night.
i like you and your biceps and your laugh. and i really like you and your smile and holding your hand. is that gay? i’m gay.
he’s tired, sprawled on top of emmett and head pressed into their chest. a couch probably isn’t ideal for two hockey players, but the position of their limbs somehow make it work. there’s a faint, pleasant ache still there and he doesn’t want to move. ever. they’re at his apartment, curtains slightly ruffled and allowing a peep of the setting sun to slit through. he only listens to them breathe, before he decides that again, william cleary will stop pretending. “we’ve been, um, seeing each other a lot huh?”
“yup,” his own grin is soft and his expression disturbingly lovesick as he leans closer to place a soft yet fleeting kiss against their lips. “i’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles, fingers continuing to brush their hair back.
@theircaptain / “thank god,” he replied, feeling cheesy yet leant closer once again, trying to piece the memory together under a different lens. they probably wouldn’t have even talked after the game if the circumstances had been so. his elbows rested casually on their thighs, soft grin instead of a usual smug one.
“we wouldn’t have kissed,” he admits with harsh but genuine honesty. will would’ve recognised them, he wouldn’t have danced, he wouldn’t have kissed them. he would’ve simply smiled in courtesy and then went home after that encounter. “i know. drunk me let me meet you,” he murmurs, fingers lifting to brush back their hair.
he chose this town specifically because it was far away. far away from his team, far away from captain william cleary, far away from anyone and anywhere he had to be. he also didn’t want anyone local seeing him get drunk. he’s moderately tipsy, not uncontrollable yet, and the shot burns his throat as he takes it. his skin is buzzing, his head feels like liquid. it’s not quiet here; it has a specific place to dance, where music makes the entire building shudder and the slaps of flesh colliding in the weird dances young people (like himself) did nowadays.
//; OhmygoD IM GONNA MARRY U
⠀@islesmistake . . okay . yeah , i’ll uh , definitely tell him about it . but he never listens . . whatever , he’s gonna have to . thanks . i think .
⠀@islesmistake his name’s dude , cecil . and . . them by . . the shadow men ?
