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Hockey Watching - Palletshipping Week 1 (Roommates)

Summary:

Gary and Ash watch a hockey game together. (Au notes in final note in ao3 version, I put them at the top in this one.)

Notes:

Prompt: Roommates Note: The first thing I went to was watching a Hockey game together. …for some reason. I kinda made up my own Pokemon world teams, but feel free to imagine your favorite team I guess. (Though if it’s not the Sabers I don’t want you here. /light hearted) Also, for the record, they’re kind of American coded in this one. Whoops. I apologize for this look into my mind. Cws: Surprise kiss, sort of nonsensical writing Words: 1,791

End Notes:

…dude this is such a mess. (<- did not even try to edit it.)   Here’s a fun secret, I headcannon Blake (from Pokemon Adventures) as a Hockey player, and I made his number his dexholder number! :D I also headcannon Jun (from Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure) as a Hockey player, and I made his number “3” because he has three total pokemon lol. I also put Hareta (from the same series) on his team and made him number “1” because that’s the number of my favorite Sabers goalie. :3 I also Headcannon Barry and Jun as triplets (the third being Pearl from Pokemon Adventures.) I also had to make up a last name for both Jun and Blake. For Jun I gave him “Aemilius,” because I went the roman route and it “was originally derived from the Latin word aemulus, which referred to equal or rival.” (iGENEA) And I gave Blake Rasmussen because it starts with an “r” sound and so does his Japanese name AND Rasmussen would look SICK on a Hockey jersey.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54803911

Prompts from here: @/shigerussato

Fic under the cut!

Gary plopped down on the couch in front of the already flickering TV, one hand clutched around a large can of some gross thing that Delia had bought them, and the other clinging desperately to an overfilled bowl of chicken wings. Already on the couch, Ash laughed and turned up the volume on the TV with the remote that he had apparently located. (Last time Gary had checked in, the two of them had been pretty sure that that thing was gone for good.)

“Is the game on yet?” He asked, setting the huge cup down on the coffee table (and releasing a short prayer that it wouldn’t spill) as he looked up at the current rush of ads across the television screen, “Who’s winning?”

Ash giggled and got halfway through a, “Not yet Oak,” before stopping and realizing that something was still missing from their Hockey watching spree. “Um, you did get us napkins, right?”

Gary looked around himself, and though he saw Ash’s fingerless glove clad hand already covered in Buffalo sauce, hovering unsurely about the rest of the chicken wings, he saw no napkins. “Oh dang it,” He let out an exasperated cry and smacked a hand to his forehead, “I forgot them in the other room, here, I’ll get them-,”

He went to stand, but all of a sudden the announcer sprang to life before them.

“Welcome to today’s game of Hockey,” he was saying, voice strong and accented like an old radio star, and speaking just as fast, “We’ve got a very interesting match up today,”

The second announcer interrupted, sounding just as excited as the first, “Thankfully for the Snowpoint Legends, it seems that number 3, Jun Aemilius, is back on the ice, after his injury on Wednesday we were getting worried that he might not be able to make it to the next game, but it seems the medics came through!”

“And based on today’s lineup for the Icirrus Truths, the Legends may have really needed the return. I mean, ever since number 16, Blake Rasmussen, was traded into the team from the Castelia Ideals, the Truths have been rising in power across the league,”

“However, the new goalie for the Legends, number 1, Hareta Rowan, might be able to match Rasmussen’s intensity,”

“Do you know who they’re talking about?” Gary whispered to Ash, who seemed to have given up on napkins and was instead licking his fingers clean. (Seeing this, he quickly flushed red and looked back to the screen, pretending to be looking for clues there, though he hoped Ash would not guess the true reason for his newfound focus. …though it wouldn’t have been a problem if he had known.)

“Number three for the Legends is triplets with one of my rivals from when I was in Sinnoh,” Ash commented, watching as the camera tracked after a very attractive blond offensive player as if it was a totally normal comment to make to his current rival.

Gary suddenly reached for a can on the table, suddenly realizing that his throat felt dry. 

“None of that,” Ash waved his hands back and forth, flinging a speck or two of leftover sauce into Gary’s face, “I still love you the most,” he looked down at the cans, “Plus, those are non-alcoholic,”

Gary put his head in his hands, laughing. Had Ash assumed he had been trying to get drunk? “I’m just thirsty Ash,” he said, “and you reminded me of what your mom bought us,”

Ash made a face, studying the cans critically, “I wouldn’t suggest trying those, they’re probably flavored, like, pumpkin pie or crayons or something,”

Gary studied the can in the brightness of the ice from the screen. “The first one,” he told Ash, making a face, “Pumpkin pie seltzer, are you kidding me? Where does she even get them?”

“The Viridian Pokemart I think,” Ash said, snuggling a bit closer to Gary under the guise of checking out the ingredients of the strange drink.

“Why would she go all the way to Viridian to get-,” Gary cut himself off as the game suddenly kicked into action on the screen in front of them. Ash too sat up, suddenly on the edge of his seat as the puck rushed from player to player, currently held by the Truths. Gary glanced over at Ash’s face, noticing that he didn’t look super happy about that fact. 

“Soo…” Gary tried, now his turn to scoot closer, “Are we rooting for the Legends?”

“Would you want to root for a team from Unova?”

“Fair point,”

The two sat together, watching as the action moved from player to player, occasional crashes and shrieks coming up from the players as they crashed together and into various metal walls. Gary found himself leaning forward and hissing in anticipation as the puck shot towards the goal on their side, but joined Ash in whooping when the (apparently not-so-rookie) goalie expertly blocked the shot, catching it under his glove and sending up cheers among the crowd on his side of the stadium.

Ash grabbed Gary’s arm and shook him, as if Gary had watched more than a couple of games before to understand quite what that meant for his team. “Did you see that?!” He asked, sounding almost as excited as he always had before their battles, “That was so cool!”

The fact that Gary didn’t quite understand the game did not stop him from sharing Ash’s excitement. (Though he suspected that was more due to the fact that his rival was all but climbing into his lap in nervous joy about the game.)

“Yeah,” Gary said, watching somewhat in awe as the players sped from side to side in the advertisement lined rink.

They continued to watch like that, whooping as number three on their team managed a goal and hissing as 16, Blake, on the other side finally managed one of his own. At one point, their hands met in the chicken wing bowl, and of course Ash couldn’t help but joke that it was the most affectionate they’d been since getting back to Pallet together. (Gary shoved him off his shoulder and laughed it off, but the entire next period passed before he was done blushing about it.)

Advertisements passed as Gary left to refill the snacks, and he found himself grinning with the draw to watch the game as he saw it starting up again.

“You have to admit that this is just as interesting as watching a Pokemon battle,” Ash said, between bites of chicken wing, looking expectantly up at Gary.

“And nowhere near as irritating,” Gary added, breaking off in the middle of his sentence to take a large sip of pumpkin pie seltzer. (Which was honestly even more interesting than Delia had advertised it as being.) “I’m not there picking through every mistake they make,”

They both cringed as, number three, the forward on the team they had decided to root for just barely missed an easy shot.

“For the most part anyway,” Gary corrected

“For the most part anyway,” Ash laughed, agreeing with him.

They looked forward, and the game went back into that comfortable blur as the announcers led the cheers (or boos) as players entered and left the ice. (Though Gary found himself realizing that the two rivals were getting oddly close again as the final period began to wrap up. Even if the “close together” in question was more like, “just about falling off the couch with how focused they were on the flashing screen,”)

They cheered as their goalie blocked yet another would-have-been goal, and then cheered even louder as their team managed to actually complete a goal of their own. They were back in the lead by one, and with only a couple of seconds remaining on the clock, and a major player of the Truths out for misconduct earlier in the match, it was looking good.

“Comeon comeon,” Ash muttered, his fingers digging into Gary’s shoulders as he leaned even further forward, “Just hold the goal for one more-,”

“No!” They both shrieked, watching as their goalie, the one named like his region’s professor, was knocked to the ground by an opposing player, allowing the puck to sail cleanly into the net behind him.

Making the game tied, and sending it into overtime as Ash jolted to his feet, taking two large steps forward and echoing the announcer as he yelped. “How was that not an illegal move!”

Gary stood and walked to meet him, but found his eyes similarly glued to the screen as the teams reset for the tie breaking move. In his still lacking understanding of the game, he couldn’t quite tell what was happening, but the energy in the crowd (and in Ash), was enough to tell him that, whatever it was, it was seriously interesting.

He squinted at the glowing ice, and then found himself jumping up and down as he spotted number three dragging the puck forward and towards the opposing goal. He was moving like lightning, skirting around nearly every other player as he raced for the win.

Ash and Gary watched in slow motion as 16, Blake, from the other team fought to catch up with Jun, and cheered as he crashed into a defenseman from his own team, clearly still at least a little shaken up from his apparent injury on Wednesday as the two skidded across the ice together, their balance lost.

It happened so fast that Gary almost missed it, but the puck banged against the net and the stadium exploded. Even with the TV on low volume, Gary truly felt like he was among the screaming fans as Ash jumped up and down beside him. Clapping his hands together and shivering in excitement. To Gary, the sight was almost funny, but as he opened his mouth to say something about it, he found himself the one taken aback as Ash jumped up and kissed him.

They hung that way for a moment, Gary feeling like he was floating in sudden joy as Ash’s arms wrapped briefly around his shoulders, only to be dragged back away again as his friend suddenly pulled back, face bright red.

“Oh I-,” he tried to explain himself, “I didn’t mean to-,”

Gary’s face was definitely bright red, but he didn’t care. “Well,” he said, grabbing Ash’s hands and leaning forward, “Do it again and I might think about coming back for the next game,” 

He smirked as Ash stuttered out a sudden, “I love you,” right before Gary pulled them back into a kiss as the cheers of the crowd echoed through the dark room. 

(Even if their mouths tasted like buffalo chicken wings and pumpkin pie seltzer.)

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Gifts to Give - J.Skinner

Day 20

The Buffalo Sabers and their counterparts had decided to volunteer some of their time this holiday season, each couple dressed in matching sweaters and santa hats was working with Gifts to Give to organize and wrap presents for families. Jeff Skinner made a critical mistake challenging his girlfriend to a wrapping competition. Their competitive nature taking over and the smack talk was brutal much to the entertainment of everyone else.

“He doesn’t understand anything about creases, that’s why he was called for Goaltender Interference last night.” Jeff’s jaw dropped looking over the table to her, gasping while tearing the paper he was attempting to fold alone the box's edge. She snorted, “Apparently the good hands disappear when he leaves the ice.”

"Keep going and you won't get to experience these good hands anytime soon."

"Whoever said they were good at that?"

Three things happened at once. One, Jack Eichel laughed so hard his coffee started coming out of his nose. Two, Jeff placed the scissors on the table and took off his hat. Three, his girlfriend decided now would be a good time to run and took off through the isles. Boots however were not meant to be run in and Jeff gained ground quickly and lifted her around the waist twirling them around.

Bracing himself and gently placing her back down he smiled at the giggles escaping her. She turned and stood on her toes to kiss him but he leaned back "Oh no."

She laughed "But you're good at this." Chuckling be connected their lips. "But you aren't good at wrapping." She crackles.

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comfort needed- c. hart

Hello everyone this my first fic, and who else to write for but Carter!

Carter Hart x f!reader 

warnings~ swearing, sad Carter :(

gene~ Angst to fluff 

word count~ 1K

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Carter always smiled at you when he exited the dressing room, and found you where you were always waiting in the hallway. But you knew that the smile he gave you tonight wasn’t genuine; it was simply too tight-lipped. The Flyers lost a particularly rough game to the Buffalo Sabers, while he was goaltending. You knew that smile wasn’t real, and he knew it, he even knew you didn’t believe that smile. Carter gave you a quick hug, and then turned on his heel and went to his interview. He said nothing to you. You knew at that moment he really was going to be alright tonight. Deciding not to wait for him, you just went to sit in the car and get it all warm.

When he got to the car his cheeks were red, from the chilly Philadelphia air or from his interview you did not know. You were driving so you handed him your phone for him to start up some music. Carter just looked at your lock screen, which was of you two at one of the Flyers charity events. You looked so beautiful in your dark rose colored dress, your hair was falling effortlessly on your shoulders. He was wearing a black colored suit and a matching tie.  Carter remembered how he made a silly, pathetic joke, but you still laughed like it was the only joke in the world. That night was perfect. “What do you want to listen to?” he asked after snapping out of his thoughts.

“I don’t mind, whatever you want to, Bubs.” you softly replied back. It was breaking your heart how sad he looked. After he ended up putting on a soft, relaxing song you reached over and grabbed his hand, without looking at him. When his head came up from looking at your phone; he noticed your hand reaching for his, and moved his hand closer to yours for an easier reach.

It wasn’t too long before you got to your shared apartment. When you walked in you noticed him go straight to the bedroom. You signed and went after him. Carter was changing into a pair of black sweatpants and grabbed a white shirt to go with it. You changed with him into your comfortable pj set.

“Do you want to cuddle and watch netflix?” you asked mustering up your best puppy dog eyes.

“Sure.” the one word answer hurt, but at least he answered. You knew he was going to be thinking about this game for a while. You weren’t going to try and stop him from thinking about it, but you were going to fight like hell to get him to cheer up.

You went into the kitchen to make some snacks. Snacks and netflix always cheers people up, right? well you hoped so. You made him a bottle of water, to keep him hydrated, and some popcorn. You took them to the bedroom and set them up on his side of the bed. Carter had snuck away to the attached bathroom. You placed your ear softly to the door. “Hey bebe I have the snacks. Want me to pull up ‘New Girl’?” you asked him in a soft voice. You couldn’t bear to speak louder, all you wanted to do was comfort him.

“Yeah. I’ll be out in a second.” he said back his voice sounding hoarse. You knew he was just overthinking about the game. No one could stop him, when he starts thinking about everything he should have done better.

Walking over to the king sized bed, and getting under the duvet cover. You grabbed some on the popcorn, while netflix was loading up. You opened your phone to twitter, and instantly regretted it. This is why he went to the bathroom to hide away. Some douchebag tweeted out everything Carter did wrong, and that they should even trade him away! Then every other low life joined in, and started tweeting at the Flyers to try and spread the message that Carter needed to be traded. Such bullshit.

You shot out of bed like a bullet, and ran to the bathroom. Not even considering knocking. You found Carter sitting on the floor with his head on his knees. You ran to hold him in your arms.

“You saw it didn’t you? They all hate me. I don’t deserve to be in the NHL.” Carter said this all while looking into your eyes.

“Never say. Never fucking say that,” you saw the tears in his eyes and now your eyes were beginning to water, “You are the an amazing goalie. You deserve everything. Everyone saying those things just wishes that they made it to the big leagues. I love you, never forget that. You are amazing.” you couldn’t stop your voice from cracking. Who the hell thought Carter shouldn’t be in the NHL. Idiots that’s who.

Both of you sat on the bathroom floor just holding each other. You would play with the hair that was on the nape of his neck. His eyes had stopped watering a while ago, but he didn’t want to move from your hold. Your grip was the only thing keeping him from falling apart again.

“What if Philadelphia doesn’t want me anymore?” you heard Carter sniffle out.

“Of course Philly wants you. How could they not? You are young, and an amazing goalie. One bad game doesn’t make a bad career, Bubbs.” You shut down whatever was coming next.

“I don’t deserve you, y/n.” Carter said looking into your eyes. He then leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then your nose, and then finally onto your lips. He held the kiss on your lips for as long as possible. He just wanted to put this game behind him. Carter knew that he wouldn’t be able to fully forget about the game, but for tonight he would just hang out with his amazing girlfriend.

And that is what you guys did. Watched a couple episodes of New Girl, and ate popcorn. Just wrapped up in each other's presence, and putting all your troubles behind you. You knew he would be back to himself once he was able to prove twitter wrong. And you knew he would be able to prove everyone wrong. But for now it was netflix and cuddles.

finished.

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Muse || Jack Quinn

(Credits to the original owner of the pictures they are not mine, I found them on Pinterest ❤️)

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