#but no. the youngest child always gets to skate by and dads never care

[sassyandclassy94]

The youngest child can say whatever he wants and be as rude and disrespectful as he wants but my dad NEVER deals with him. Instead, he says I’m the mean one. Even though I was only trying to explain why good handwriting is important in life.

[feral-sock-boy]

TMNT

Info about my iteration tmnt:

Yoshi (Splinter) is from the hidden city, when he turned 25 he went to explore the world above. He gets himself into shit, finds a bunch of baby turtles with goop on them, and becomes a father (btw, bro comes from a pretty shitty household full of generational trauma).

He runs away to raise the turtles, and ends up finding a nice little space in the sewers, to which he builds them a home.

Donnie and Raph are twins both 16 with an hour age difference, Leo is the middle child at 15 and Mikey is the youngest at 14. Casey is a 16 year old transgender bitch and April is a 17 year old Girlflux KRAANG hybrid thing. O’neils mother really just banged a mushy alien thing that can shape-shift into anything in the universe.

Donnie:

Galapagos Tortoises

16 (oldest child, older than Raph by an hour)

Intersex, Biromantic, they/them

Has a dinosaur obsession, likes learning about the human body and other animals, like trains and machines, has probably had a couple lab rats and just didn't tell Yoshi (Splinter). Bro definitely knew.

Usually a bit too big for clothes, so he gets Raph to make most of them to make them bigger. Usually wears "baggy" pants (they ain't baggy on him), long sleeve thermals and flannels.

Raph:

Common Snapping Turtle

16 (second oldest, younger by an hour)

Bisexual, He/ Him

He likes sewing, knitting and painting. Has a massive collection of old magazines, comics, books and other random items because he has a hard to giving stuff up.

Has a little pet turtle named Slusher. He will fight you over food and will bite you if deserved.

Usually wears windbreaker pants, singlets and jackets.

Leo:

Painted Terrapin

15 (middle child)

Unlabelled, Trans Fem, She/Her She likes skating, finding cool bugs and watching si-fi movies. She's not really into horror movies, but can handle them. If you give her the chance she'll talk on and on about her interest in Galactic Heros (similar to space heros). She also really likes glitter.

She'll probably eat anything. Like. Anything.

Usually wears sweaters, leg warmers and tracksuit pants.

Mikey:

Spotted Turtle

14 (youngest)

Aromantic, Agender, usually just uses it/they

They're a very random person, and would probably eat anything and everything. They definitely collect hot wheels and all that stuff. Bro has a 2000s alt fashion mixed with little boy vibe to them, it think it's really cool. They like to express itself with bright colours.

Usually wears beanies, shorts, hand gloves, shirts and ties. Sometimes bracelets too.

Yoshi (Spliter):

Rat Yoki

41 (father of turtles)

Demisexual, He/Him

He's extremely new to parenting even now, has had no idea what he was doing from day one. He's not the best father but he tries. Watches soccer, dramas and soap operas. Gets all their from the thrift store or the bins. Has a bracelet that disguises him as human. Usually wears a band t-shirt and sweatpants or pyjama pants.

April O'Neil:

Part Indian, Part KRAANG

17 (friend of the turtles, has an older brother)

Sapphic, Girlflux (she/her, they/them, she/ they)

She can "shape-shift"into pretty anything as long as they can picture it. It's a defence mechanism of the KRAANG. It's basically camouflage. She's able to hide their ear tentacle things, which are usually used for hunting things down and connecting to other KRAANGs. She's a pretty good fighter, and usually uses a baseball bat. And she usually hides her KRAANG features.

They also play baseball. They moved from Michigan when she was 13. She's into filming, journalism and photography.

Usually wears long sleeves, jeans, converses, cardigans and her homemade necklaces and earrings.

Casey Jones:

Part Mexican, Part American.

16 (friend to turtles, oldest child of two)

Bisexual, Trans Masc (He/Him)

He's a bit of a trouble maker. Especially after he moved back in with his dad after his mother died. His dad had no idea he was trans, but didn't really care, cause he'd always wanted a son. He's a big hockey fan, watches and plays. Never misses practice or a game. He eventually becomes captain.

Born and raised in New York. He's lost a couple of teeth but he's all good. He's broken his nose twice, busted his lip, fractured he's knee, elbow and a couple of his fingers. Did get put on medical marijuana for a bit after he'd been bashed against the barrier, causing him to dislocate his shoulder. He's a pretty good skater, on and off the ice, and really enjoys it. Usually wears jeans, tops and/or singlets and boots.

Renet:

British

18 (friend and allie to the turtles)

Pansexual, Bigender (She/He)

She is a timestress trainee, and works part time at a clothing shop. He likes going to raves and concerts, and has a LOT of merch. She likes skating, surfing and road trips. Moved from Liverpool to New York to live with his grandparents. Very much in love with everyone she thinks is pretty and has an attractive personality. Usually wears tank tops, jackets, flared jeans and a gazelle indoor shoes.

Sunita:

Brazilian

17 (friends with the turtles)

Lesbian, she/her

She grew up with her dad and mother in brazil, until they got divorced, leading her to leave with her dad to live in New York with her dad's parents. Her dad meets Timothy's mother, and they hit it off, leading her to become step siblings with Timothy and his little brother. She's into swimming, sculpting and dancing. she goes to visit her mother every school holidays.

Usually wears lounge pants, shirts or tank tops, jackets, leg warmers and boots.

Timothy:

Korean

16 (friends with the turtles)

Omnisexual, he/him

He grew up with his mum and little brother in a farm house. They moved to New York when his mother gets a job. He's really into basketball, and is pretty good at it. He's kinda like Troy from High School Musical. But gayer and better. His mother met Sunita's dad, they hit it off and he and his little brother become step siblings with Sunita. He likes singing, basketball and books. He has nothing to do with his dad.

Usually wears cargo shorts, long sleeves, jackets and Nikes.

[yutahoes]

Sakura

(Part Two)

One - Two

genre : Chaptered, Fluff

pairing : childhood friends: soccer player! Nakamoto Yuta x single mom! Reader (Y/N)

word count : 2.3k words

You’ll always be his Sakura.

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It was the summer before his third grade when his dad announced that they will be moving to Seoul because of a business opportunity. The then eight-year-old Yuta hated that he had to leave his friends just because he can't stay in Japan. He hated that he had to transfer schools and learn a new language. Why do they have to move to another country? Why not move to another city instead? 

When the teacher introduced him to the class of third graders, he just glared at his Korean classmates who were looking at him in wonder. He doesn't want to be friends with them. He doesn't want to talk. He doesn't want to learn a new language. He's Japanese, why would he speak Korean? The teacher told him - or at least that was what he understood - to sit on a vacant chair at the back of the class. His classmates were staring at him. He's the new guy, it's normal. But he hated the attention. 

It was lunch when he decided to eat on the school's rooftop. He wasn't surprised that it was locked but a girl was drawing on the door of the rooftop. Isn't she in his class? The girl seated in front of him? A crayon drawing of stick figures made him curious, what is that? 

A certain symbol caught his attention, a straight line with a beak-like image and wings at the end held by a stickman he believed is a girl because of the triangular picture below her body. "Sakura?" He asked and the girl jolted in surprise, quickly hiding what she was doing. "Cardcaptor Sakura?" 

The girl was wide-eyed, looked at her drawing then at him. He noticed how her eyes twinkle at that even if the area isn't well-lit. Or is it because she just cried? "You're that Japanese guy." She said in Korean and he only caught the words 'Japanese' and 'guy' so she's probably referring to him. "Do you know Cardcaptor Sakura?" He only nodded. It is a hit in Japan, everyone knows Sakura. "I like Cardcaptor Sakura!" She exclaimed with a bright smile. 

That was the first time he saw that girl who loves Sakura. The first classmate who talked to him as if they spoke the same language. He remembered handing her a comic of her favorite cartoons the next day and she introduced herself as Y/N, even asking him along the lines of 'Can you teach me Japanese?' and 'Do you want to be friends with me?' 

His initial plan of not knowing Korean or not talking to people backfired. He wanted to have a real conversation with this Sakura girl. His first Korean friend. 

Yuta would remember teaching her hiragana every lunchtime, on their own place by the door of the rooftop and she would teach him hangul in exchange. Before class, she would tell him stories about what happened to Sakura from the episode yesterday as if he didn't watch the same show. After class, they would spend some time in the playground waiting for her mom to pick her up. 

She was also the person who encouraged him to try out for the soccer team. Unlike in Japan, soccer isn't a required PE in Korea so his classmates were amazed that he knew how to play soccer, even defeating some older kids. "Yuta, sugoi!" She exclaimed that made him smile, a real genuine smile he never showed to everyone. "You're handsome when you smile. You should smile more often." It was her who made him smile more. Just because he wanted her to call him handsome once again. 

In fourth grade, the two were so close that she spent time in their home and him on hers. Sometimes she would even sleep at their place when her mom has to stay all night in the hospital. He found out that she doesn't have a dad, he left them when she's just a baby and that she would always cry in her sleep looking for her dad. Kids weren't very welcoming with the idea of a broken family either and he would often see her crying on the stairs to the rooftop. 

And now, she's the one who has children. A mom. He never imagined that he will see her as a mom in the future. He wondered if she still cries for her dad. He wonders if she still knew how to speak or write Japanese. He wonders if she could call him 'handsome' again. 

Yuta promised that he wouldn't stay that long in Korea, he wanted to leave as soon as the wedding was over and he had every reason why. But Mark Lee, his secretary, thinks that he needs to stay for a couple more days and think of it as a vacation before the big soccer leagues happen. 

"Your alma mater is inviting you to teach the soccer club," Mark noted as he stared at the email by the administration of his former elementary school. The place where he honed his soccer playing skills. 

The place where he met her. 

The younger guy was surprised when the soccer player agreed to the said invitation. Even forcing him to do it today before he changes his mind. Luckily, he doesn't have any schedules that day.

The school changed a lot. Well, it's been years since he last visited the place. A lot of buildings surrounded the soccer field and he watched how elementary kids played. They look so small or is it because he's used to watching the adults play? The principal greeted him and introduced him to the soccer coach who looked so cocky. But instead of heading to the soccer field, he asked the principal if he could look upstairs. 

His feet dragged him to the staircase to the rooftop. Their meeting place. The door changed color, erasing her drawing that they maintained for years. From the stick figures to an actual 2D drawing of Sakura and Syaoran. 

He wished he could just erase his memory of her as well. The same way as the drawings are erased. 

It was free period when he went down to the classrooms and saw little kids in the school's hallway. Are they this small? "It's because you don't have a dad." He heard a child say and saw that it's a huge kid, probably a third-grader, in his jersey. "The soccer team doesn't accept kids who don't have dads." Well, elementary didn't change. 

When his gaze caught the smaller boy he's talking to, a sudden feeling of recognition hit him. Jae. Y/N's son. "My dad lives abroad." He nodded, he's correct about that. 

"Dads should watch your soccer games." The older kid claimed, making Yuta shake his head. Are children’s behavior like this? Well, he really should refrain from making one of his own. "Accept it, Jae. You can never be good for the soccer team." 

"Yah!" Someone shouted from the side. "Stop bullying my brother." Yuta smiled as he watched the mini version of the girl occupying his mind shout at the bigger kids who were hurting her brother. She's totally different from her. "Did your dad teach you that?" 

The bigger kid only glared when the soccer coach called for him, and he quickly called him 'daddy'. So that is where his confidence came from. His gaze returned to the siblings, Jae was holding his sister's arm saying sorry that she had to get angry. Yuta smiled, that's their mom's attitude. Always apologetic. How can these two be a spitting image of her? Truly, they're her children. 

"Yuta Nakamoto," Jae called before he could flee the place. He greeted the young boy then smiled at the girl who was looking at him in curiosity. "I told you he's eomma's friend, noona. He knows my name." Yuta chuckled at that. He just met his youngest fanboy. 

The younger girl pulled her brother behind her that surprised Yuta. "Eomma said not to talk to strangers." The older smirked. She's really different from her mom. 

"Should we call your mom? Can you give me her number?" The girl shook her head and Yuta nodded, already texting Taeyong. He responded with her number and Yuta quickly called the said phone number, "Hi Y/N. It's Yuta." Both kids were staring at him, "I'm here in Jae's school. Can I bring them to the mall?" 

"Ahjusshi, can I see if it's my mom?" The girl asked and Yuta handed his phone to her. "Eomma?" The girl stared at him in wonder as she heard her mom's voice. "Then can we go with this ahjusshi?" She glared at him for a moment then nodded as if she’s talking to her mom. “She wants to talk to you.” 

“Yuta, you don’t have to do this if you’re busy.” But he wanted to. He wanted to spend time with them and learn about her as a mom. “Just message me where you are. I’ll pick them up.” He agreed. If only he could spend time with her as well. 

It was Jae who’s most excited when they reached the mall. The older girl stayed a few feet away from the two of them. Maybe she’s not interested. But really, she’s a tough nut to crack. He discovered that Jae wanted to play soccer but his mom doesn’t want him to, saying that he’s too young to play. So Yuta brought him to a shop where they sell sports shoes. “I’ll go talk to your mom. But for now, wear these soccer shoes,” he claimed while tying the younger boy’s shoelaces that made him beam. Jae hugged Yuta, thanking him for the shoes. “You’re welcome, bud.” 

Yuta realized that he didn’t know the older girl’s name. What was it? Did Y/N mention her name? To be safe, he just asked Jae about it. “Cherry,” he called then walked to where she was, staring at the skating shoes. “Do you want one?” She shook her head mumbling that their mom would get mad. “Besides, it’s not snowing.” He nodded. 

“We can go ice skating...” 

“You’re not my dad.” That made Yuta stop. Of course, he’s not. “Stop acting that you care about me or Jae. You’re just like the other guys.” Other guys? “You’ll leave me and Jae. You’ll leave eomma.” She’s a difficult nut to crack. 

Yet she’s so different when she’s next to her brother. The cold eyes were changed into warmness when her brother asked if they could play in the ball pit. She looked like a child, smiling at the younger as they bounced at the trampoline. She looks exactly like her. How can two children, both from the same parents, have so different personalities? 

He was just watching them, texting Y/N where he is, checking from time to time the two kids playing with the others in the ball pit area. "Hey," Y/N called, sitting beside Yuta on the mall bench. She smiled seeing the two playing. "Did they tire you?" 

Yuta laughed. "It's fine. They're cool." There was silence, a comfortable silence. It's awkward to see her now. A lot of things changed. "Jae has the same personality as you, that's cute." She giggled. "Cherry looks like you." 

Y/N nodded. "I'm glad she talks to you." 

"It was hard, honestly." He confessed and again, she giggled. That sound. He missed her laugh. "I think she wants to go figure skating." That surprised Y/N. "And Jae wants to play soccer."

"He's too young. He'll get hurt with the bigger kids." Yuta was about to revolt at that. "I remembered when you played with the bigger kids back in eighth grade." That was one of his worst plays ever. Until now, he can feel how hurt he is. 

She confessed that she doesn't know anything about sports that's why she's a little worried about sending her kids to the sports clinic that made him smile. She's such a mom. "I'll train Jae," Yuta announced that made her look at him. "I have to stay in Spain for two months for the league then I'll come back and teach Jae soccer." He explained. "I'll help Cherry too." 

"Yuta, you don't have to." 

"I want to." He held her hand. "Please." 

"Why are you holding hands?" Cherry asked that made Yuta let go of his hold on her. 

The older just gave her daughter a glare that made Yuta laugh. They look alike, the resemblance is too uncanny if you see them now yet they’re so different. “Eomma!” Jae called, reaching out to hug his mom. “I had fun today.” And she smiled at him. “Yuta samchon is so cool.” 

“He bought you shoes?” She asked, checking the new kicks on her son’s feet. Jae claimed that he also bought Cherry one that made the older girl glare at Yuta. “Did you say thank you?” Both nodded. 

Yuta smiled at them. They do look like a happy family. “I’ll get going. I’ll see you when I get back from Spain.” Y/N nodded. Yuta asked for a hug and Jae was the only one who’s ecstatic to hug him. Cherry rolled her eyes that made the older guy laugh. As expected. “Come on, Y/N, a hug.” He said, hands extended for the older girl. 

The girl giggled before giving him a tight hug. His hand rested on her back then the other on the back of her head, caressing her hair. “You’re doing a great job being a mom, Sakura.” 

She laughed before muttering the words, “I’m proud of you, Syaoran.” 

Watching the three of them head to a different way opposite him, he wished he would have another chance to bond with them. He would love to be with them. Maybe having children isn’t too bad. 

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Three

[violetwolfraven]

Willie Headcanons

So I actually came up with this like a month ago and forgot to post it. Anyway enjoy my headcanons about our favorite sk8er boi. Be ready for feels.

Tw: death, car accident mention, emotional manipulation.

...

In my mind, Willie had a good relationship with his parents. They were supportive and everything. They both loved Willie very much.

And Willie has youngest child energy so I’m saying he has a sister who’s 2 years older and a brother who’s 5 years older. Their names are Delilah and Austin.

AND ALL THREE OF THEM ARE ADRENALINE JUNKIES.

Seriously imagine the worst possible combination of head empty only skateboarding and you’ve got Willie, Delilah, and Austin.

Austin started skating when he was 7 and got Delilah hooked on it a year later.

Their parents kinda didn’t like the idea of it but those two had already started teaching Willie basic stuff by the time he was 3.

But... the other two had other interests. Delilah was into art (painting) and Austin played piano (like, really well).

For Willie, skateboarding was his thing. And it always was.

He had fun with it when his big brother would put his hands on his and teach him to play a bit, or his sister would give him some paint and a spare canvas and they’d doodle together, but it wasn’t like skating.

As far as I’ve seen (which admittedly isn’t that far) it’s widely accepted that Willie has ADHD so I’m leaning into that here.

And Willie inherited his brain from his dad, who had a bad experience with meds and so wouldn’t let any of his kids go through it.

So Willie grew up unmedicated but probably better off for the time period. His dad taught him coping mechanisms. Him and Austin. Delilah didn’t inherit it but she was taught to empathize with her brothers and recognize when they needed her help with something.

She’s a badass who can and does beat up anybody who’s mean to her brothers for missing social cues.

But anyway while Austin had piano (and skating as a side thing) Willie got even more hooked on skateboarding than either of his siblings because his brain latched onto it from a young age and couldn’t let go.

We all have our outlets. The chaos in our brains has to go somewhere. For Willie it goes into skating.

When he’s young he and his siblings will skateboard to school and then after school they’ll skate all around Hollywood for hours.

They do their homework in random McDonalds and Denny’s and tbh become local cryptid customers. Like they’re just these 3 super friendly skater siblings who tip really well and visit every fast food place within a 20 mile radius of their house with varying frequency.

They also find e v e r y skatepark, empty pool, and vacant lot in that 20 mile radius that they can possibly find.

Their parents have to bail them out of jail for trespassing and the occasional vandalism every so often.

Sometimes one of them has stuff to do and it’s just two of them out skating but if two of them are busy the other one never goes out alone cause it’s dangerous. We’ll get back to that later.

So anyway when they’re 17, 14, and 12, Delilah comes out as a lesbian.

And the family is supportive of course because they’re a good family.

But her coming out gets Willie thinking. About how some of his friends have crushes on girls but he just... doesn’t see the appeal.

Like he has a couple friends who are girls and they’re great and he likes hanging out with them at recess but he doesn’t get the hype. They’re just more friends. So he doesn’t really see what his big sister is so interested in either.

In my mind Willie actually is from around the same time as the boys (dying in like 1999) so one day while nobody else in their house is home he and Delilah are watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi and Willie’s again wondering why people think Leia is so hot cause she’s cool and all but Luke is right there and he looks really good and—

Willie: I think I might be gay.

Delilah: Yeah I know.

They talk about it and Willie does decide to tell the rest of the family but he’s a bit wary about anyone else because he saw how some of Delilah’s friends turned on her after she came out. He doesn’t want that to happen to him.

He does end up telling a few of his friends but he doesn’t quite not care what people think of him the way his big sister does.

Austin is the only straight one and he’s like. So awkward about it but in a sweet way.

Austin: So, Britney Spears is hot, right?

Delilah: Stop.

And

Austin: So I saw you hanging around Chris the other day are you two..?

Willie: ...no...???

Austin: Cool, yeah I didn’t think so. Just had to make sure. Not that I’m doubting your ability to get boys but I’d have to shovel talk him if you were.

Willie: If I ever do get a boyfriend, please don’t.

He tries. He’s a himbo if that wasn’t clear. Where did you think Willie learned it?

So anyway fast forward a couple years and they’re 22, 19, and 17. Austin and Delilah are both in college and Willie’s the last one left at home and things between their parents start getting... tense.

Like they don’t fight exactly but they’ve fallen out of love and things are awkward.

Even Austin and Delilah can tell and they’re only home on breaks and some weekends but for Willie it’s right there and he’s watching it happen. He has no option but to see.

They used to have a rule that they don’t go skating alone because it’s dangerous but Willie just can’t make himself stay home so he goes out skateboarding.

At first it’s never too far from home or anywhere where there’s too much traffic but as things get increasingly awkward at home he goes out farther and farther, chasing the adrenaline high he used to get from going anywhere and everywhere every day after school with his siblings.

Then his parents officially tell him they’re getting divorced and

And it’s not like he couldn’t see it coming, but... it still hurts.

And neither of his siblings are coming home any time soon so

So he goes out skating on his own, way too far from home. He keeps going until he doesn’t even know where he is anymore.

He isn’t really paying attention the way he should but that’s not why he runs into trouble.

The driver of that red pickup is drunk and he rounds the corner out of nowhere.

If Delilah or Austin had been there they could have yelled for Willie to jump out of the way, or maybe up on the hood so the impact wouldn’t be as bad, but he’s alone.

So he gets hit, and the car was going fast enough that he’s dead before he even hits the pavement.

After that there’s a lot of confusion but once Willie figures out he’s a ghost... it’s too painful to think about going home, so he just... doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to see his family mourning him, so he just distracts himself, skating everywhere he couldn’t before without getting busted.

Plus some old routes where he used to go with Delilah and Austin, just for something that’s familiar but not too familiar.

He’s on one of those more familiar routes a few weeks after his death when he’s skating down Sunset Boulevard one night, singing along to Toxic by Britney Spears blasting from a nearby club and a man dressed in a purple suit comments on how he’s got a good voice.

Honestly Willie is just so relieved to have someone to talk to that he forgets about stranger danger completely.

Plus he recognizes an Elder Gay in Caleb and assumes he can trust him because the Elder Gays he met at pride that one time he went with Delilah were so nice and understanding of how reassuring it was to see queer people of older generations who got a happy ending.

Caleb barely even has to try. He just lets this 17-year-old obviously-queer ghost rant at him for a few minutes, asks a few questions and finds out that he also can play piano, and convinces him to come to the Hollywood Ghost Club the next night.

From there it’s not like Willie has anyone to save him so of course he has to join the club.

At first he’s completely alone because the other performers scare him almost as much as Caleb does.

Then slowly, he sees how they give him space because they know he’s scared of them. How they turn a blind eye when he leaves the club without permission. How they don’t critique his mistakes with the same sarcasm they show each other.

Willie starts to realize that the other performers are doing their best to look out for him, and he starts being less afraid.

They’re all too concerned with their own survival to really protect him but if they draw some attention to themselves occasionally so Caleb doesn’t notice Willie being slow to pick up some tricky choreography, that’s not too risky.

The others are all like 21 at the youngest and they really don’t appreciate Caleb tricking a literal child into working for him no matter how talented said child is. (Cause Willie is good at singing and piano. It’s just not his passion.)

The twins are 22 but they died in 1925 and before that they were performing to support a younger brother who they never got to say goodbye to so maybe they see Willie as a kind of second chance.

Lyssa (what I decided to name drummer woman because I don’t know her real name if she has one) is 25 and she died in 1984. She had a daughter who’d be about Willie’s age now and... who knows? Maybe they were friends.

Fuego is 24 and from 1951 and he had a childhood best friend who enlisted and died in WWII that he thought he might get to see when he died but that boy moved on and so... well, Willie’s just a little younger than his friend was the last time he saw him.

In short Willie becomes everyone’s baby brother and they do what they can to look out for him even if they’re just as scared of Caleb as he is.

And the better adjusted Willie gets to (after)life at the HGC and the better they get to know him, the guiltier the others start to feel about him being stuck there.

Eventually a combination of guilt and worked-up courage leads Fuego tells him about the whole unfinished business thing, in hopes maybe he can figure his out and get away from Caleb.

It doesn’t take Willie long to think of his family, how hopeless he felt about the divorce, how worried he was it would change everything and then how scared he was to see his family in pain because of his death.

He realizes his unfinished business is probably seeing them. Letting himself say goodbye.

He almost gets away with it.

Caleb catches up and stops him in the driveway of his house and poofs them back to the HGC.

He convinces (gaslights) Willie into believing that saying goodbye was never his unfinished business and even if it was it’s not like it would matter because Caleb wouldn’t let him do it.

The next morning he ships the HGC out to Tokyo. They stay on the move for a long time and when they are in town, Willie is basically locked in his room.

The next time he’s allowed out in Hollywood, his parents don’t live in their old house anymore and he has no way to find them.

As a coping mechanism, he just starts making the best of a bad situation. Becoming better friends with the other ghosts. Helping soften the blow whenever someone new comes along.

None of that means he stops checking the faces of passing skaters or keeping eyes on restaurants his folks used to like, but it does mean he more or less gives up hope.

That’s what he’s doing when he bumps into Alex.

Look, Willie loves his friends at the HGC. He really does. But there’s a big difference between 17 and 20-something. Like the others will drink alcohol some nights and technically Willie was born over 21 years ago but he still feels weird enough about it that he doesn’t drink.

He hasn’t talked to anyone his age in a long time so Alex is a breath of fresh air.

Also he’s like. Really cute. And sweet. And funny. And shit, Willie’s fallen for him before he even has time to think about it.

He keeps thinking about how Alex doesn’t seem like he’d be physically capable of hurting someone on purpose so Austin would approve and every once in a while there’s that sarcasm that pops out which means he’d get along great with Delilah.

In general Alex is the kind of guy he would’ve loved to take home to meet the family. Them not included, he’s kind of... everything Willie’s missed about Hollywood in the form of one person.

Then they hang out more and Alex is still everything he’s missed but he’s also so much more than that and...

It almost feels like a part of Alex is still alive. And for the first time in years, a part of Willie feels alive, too.

They’ve known each other for like a week tops and Willie is already in love.

Not that he’s admitting that to anyone, because he’s learned the hard way that anyone you care about can be used against you.

Still... when Alex asks for help getting revenge on Bobby, he can’t bring himself to say no because he needs to keep Alex in his (after)life and the only way he knows how to do that (or to make people be nice to him in general) is to be as useful as possible.

That turns out to be a big mistake, because Caleb sees right through him in an instant, targets Alex to confirm it, then immediately starts the process to trick the boys into committing to eternity at the HGC.

Willie feels like an idiot for thinking he could actually get away with it. Doing something good for someone he cares about.

He hadn’t thought Caleb would be interested in them because he’d never actually heard them play. The assumption was that he’d make them do some small favor and then let them talk to their bandmate for 5 minutes. A clean deal where they never have to commit to anything. Willie forgot to take magic into account.

He almost manages to convince himself it was all a bad dream, but when he seeks out Alex and his friends to check on them, he can almost feel the jolts himself, and seeing Alexthem in pain feels terrible.

Willie knows that theoretically they could figure out their unfinished business and cross over, but that all depends on finding it and doing it fast enough and if they failed...

People you care about can be used against you. And Willie does not want to be used against Alex again. He doesn’t want to see Alex used against him.

So he keeps his distance, in hopes Caleb will think he lost interest. He’s pretty sure once the boys find out about the stamp they’ll hate him, anyway.

And plus, as he’s been taught by his friends at the HGC, you have to look out for yourself because no one else will do it for you. Maybe you hurt somebody by not standing up for them, but you can apologize later and hope they forgive you. You can’t apologize if you’re gone, and it’s not like it would make a difference anyway because Caleb is too powerful for anyone to beat.

The thought of how spending eternity with Alex might not be so bad even if it has to be at the HGC does come up, but ironically that’s what makes Willie decide to screw his courage to the sticking point and tell them.

Because he has seen what decades at the club has done to his friends.

They’re all great performers, and they perform happiness well even to each other, but Willie knows them enough to know how tired they all are. How they have been doing the same thing over and over again for decades and they are sick of it.

They’re young, talented tragedies lost to drug overdoses, or AIDS, or accidents, or suicide, and they should’ve gotten to rest after everything they went through in their lives. Instead, they got a curse disguised as a blessing. They got to stay on a stage, got to keep performing and soaking up applause, never got to stop.

Willie has been there a shorter time than most of them and he feels it. The exhaustion, because ghosts are supposed to haunt for a few years then figure out their unfinished business and move on. They’re not meant to be trapped for decades, used as party tricks.

A part of Alex still feels alive and being trapped in the Hollywood Ghost Club for years on end would kill that part of him.

Willie can’t let that happen, so as hard as it is...

He tells the boys what’s wrong with them. And by that hurt, betrayed look in Alex’s eyes, he’s honestly expecting him to never forgive him.

But then Alex does. And that almost hurts worse because whether he figures out his unfinished business or not, Willie doubts he’s ever going to see him again.

He honest to God almost cries when Alex hugs him because... shit, he hasn’t gotten a hug since he was breathing.

He goes back to the HGC and tries to go about his day, and keeps replaying how good it felt to have Alex’s arms around him, hoping that memory will get him through the next few decades on his own.

The ghosts at the club do actually gossip a fair amount and by this point all of them know about the 3 dead members of Sunset Curve.

So when Willie admits to Helen (what I’m calling one of the twins) that Alex hugging him was the first time he’d gotten a hug since he died, she hugs him tight for a good 20 seconds, telling him she’s sorry he has to lose him, and if Willie closes his eyes he can almost pretend it’s Delilah.

The next thing he knows, he’s locked in a closet.

Caleb comes to talk to (intimidate) him a few hours later, saying he knows what Willie did.

He’s magically locked in his room alone for a couple weeks after that and it’s essentially psychological torture.

Helen, Anna (what I decided to call the other twin), Dante, Fuego, Lyssa, and everyone else tell him not to test Caleb for the next couple years, but Willie has a heart full of love and a head full of fuck it, so he doesn’t listen.

He gives it exactly one day of being/acting scared and obedient, then goes out without permission again, fully intending to scream in a museum alone to let out all his feelings.

Remember: Willie didn’t see the Orpheum performance. He doesn’t know the boys didn’t cross over but by Caleb’s mood he has a feeling the outcome of that scenario was not in the magician’s favor.

He gets there and it’s literally this comic by the very talented @williessweatycherrysocks

He can’t stay long but he and Alex scream in each other’s faces, talk a bit, maybe sing a duet.

After that, they sneak to see each other when they can but don’t get to see much of each other for months.

It’s hard on both of them but they don’t give up on their relationship.

Through long and complicated events which I will outline later, Willie eventually gets free of the HGC, hugs his friends goodbye already making plans to take down Caleb for good to free them, too, and promptly declines an offer to stay in the Molinas’ garage.

As much as he wants to be close to Alex he’s done being confined to one place.

He still comes and visits like every day tho.

He knows a lot more about ghosting than the other boys do so he and Carlos get along amazingly like:

Carlos: So do you know who Jack the Ripper was?

Willie: No? How old do you think I am?

Carlos: I dunno but I thought it might be Caleb cause that would explain how he never got caught.

Willie, taking notes in his Things To Potentially Use To Take Caleb Down notebook: You’re a tiny genius.

No one was expecting it but everyone is in awe of how well he and Carrie get along. Between the two of them they know so much celebrity gossip. (and it’s definitely a good thing he’s on good terms with her cause she and Alex are close)

On the angsty side, Willie also bonds with Nick over how they both know how it feels to be manipulated and used by Caleb.

Also it takes a long time before he’s able to trust him, but he does get adopted into the Molina clan by Ray.

Ray reminds him a lot of his own dad, once Willie’s able to see that he’s nothing like Caleb.

Ray’s honestly just 100% happy to Dad™️ anyone who needs a dad so it works out great once Julie and the boys figure out how to make Willie visible.

But anyway back to important stuff.

Now that they don’t have to hide for any reason, Willie and Alex can both breathe a little easier. Or... they both feel better. Ghosts don’t really breathe.

Willie can finally let himself get used to feeling alive again.

The whole ghost gang goes (invisibly) to the Los Feliz Homecoming dance and maybe it should make him feel a little on-edge with the kind of club-like environment but...

He’s got Alex there, and they’re dancing to some corny pop love song from the 90s that Flynn probably put on because she knew the ghost boys would be there so how could he feel anything but safe?

For a minute it almost feels like actually being alive and there’s yellow and pink and blue lights coming from everywhere reflecting in Alex’s eyes and Willie is suddenly very aware of the fact that though they’ve been together for a long time now, they haven’t had their first kiss.

Then the Cha Cha Slide starts up and the atmosphere switches and Willie totally forgets about the whole romantic tension thing because it’s the Cha Cha Slide everybody has to dance along.

Dirty Candi performs towards the end of the night and the ghost boys cheer the loudest despite how Julie’s laughing at them. They don’t care that Carrie can’t even hear them, they’re being supportive!!!

Everybody screams even louder when Flynn runs up on stage and kisses Carrie and Willie feels a big burst of affection at how Alex shouts ABOUT TIME!

Then he gives Willie a quick hug and leaves cause he and the rest of Julie and the Phantoms have to go get set up for their performance.

Since Alex was able to flip Carrie’s hair in All Eyes on Me I’m saying that ghosts can touch lifers if they focus and believe it will happen hard enough, so the ghost gang has developed a system for alerting their non-Julie lifer friends to their presence.

So while they’re waiting in the crowd Willie taps Carrie on the shoulder like: • - - one short tap, two long taps, a Morse code ‘W’ and Carrie lets Flynn know that he’s there.

(Nick can see him too but Nick’s off somewhere with his date {one of his lacrosse teammates you know the one})

Anyway so Julie goes out and starts up the song and then the rest of the band poofs in but

Something’s unusual.

Cause it’s not Luke on the lower main vocals.

It’s

Alex

Singing while he plays the drums and fucking killing it.

Willie totally bluescreens for a second but then when he actually focuses on the lyrics...

It’s a new song about beating the odds and being with the person you love in spite of the challenges that come with them.

And yeah there are Julie elements in there, (and she’s definitely making heart eyes at Luke even as he sticks to backup vocals) because of course there are since she has to start the song up, but

But Willie might not have any formal music training, but he was at the HGC long enough to know his stuff about music and recognize different artists’ styles.

And there’s a time signature switch on the bridge that’s a little off from how Luke would write it. There’s a swing to the melody that’s a bit more ‘pop’ than the band’s usual songs. Julie’s harmony doesn’t go as high as it normally would, as if whoever wrote the song didn’t have as high of an upper range to work with as she does.

The song is so unmistakably Alex that no one else could have written it.

Flynn and Carrie are quietly making smug comments on what they bet his face looks like right now but Willie’s not listening to them.

On the last chorus, Alex fucking winks at him right before poofing out.

Willie has whiplash like how did they go from him having to psych Alex up to break into a museum even when there’s zero chance of getting caught to Alex openly flirting with him from the stage?

He poofs backstage right as the boys get back from dropping their instruments back in the Molinas’ garage and he honestly doesn’t know what he even wants to say to convey how amazing that performance was.

Then Alex just smiles at him.

Alex: So I take it you liked the song?

Willie: Can I kiss you right now?

They both kinda freeze after he blurts that out and Reggie goes wow really quietly before he and Luke poof out to give them some privacy and whoops now they’re both flustered but

Alex: Wow, didn’t expect that. That’s... um, wow. But yeah.

They kiss and it’s a total romcom moment.

And the story’s far from over, but to Willie this definitely feels like happily ever after.

[skieswords]

Pull Through Part 6

Please read the warnings in Part 1❤️

Trigger warning, mentions of physical abuse, self-harm, vomiting. 

They pulled into the driveway, Becca's hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. Alex placed a hand over them, nodding at her, before stepping out of the car, and coming round to let her out. He took her hand again, and walked into the house by her side, kicking his shoes off as she did the same. Becca took a deep breath and dropped Alex's hand, stepping into the kitchen, and blinking under the sudden light. "Rebecca, happy birthday. Did you have a good day?" 

Becca nodded at her dad with a weak smile, and made her way to the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. "Yeah it was pretty good. I got an A in my english exam, by the way." Graham nodded from his seat at the table, his tie resting beside him and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. A few empty beer bottles sat on the table in front of him, another one in his hand. "Fine. What about math? And science?" There was a slight sneer in his voice, and Becca looked at her feet, shuffling awkwardly. "I've got those exams next week. I'll pass them though, promise." Graham snorted quietly, and polished off the beer in his hand, slamming it down on the table with a little too much force. "Yes, you will." Becca nodded and turned to leave, but he spoke before she could. "Grab us another beer, hon." She looked back at him, taking in his dishevelled hair and glassy eyes. "Dad, don't you think you've had enough?" Alex took a deep breath from where he was standing outside the door. Obviously she was feeling brave. "Who are you to tell me when I've had enough? God, you sound like your whore mother." Alex flinched, and took another step towards the doorframe, trying to build up the courage should he need to intervene. Becca's voice, strangely confident, filled the kitchen again. "Don't talk about mom like that. She deserves more respect." Graham's chair scraped against the kitchen tiles, and he stood up, frothing at the mouth. "Don't talk to me about respect in my own house. You're all the same, you, your mother, that boy. Disrespectful, ungrateful bastards, the lot of you. Don't know why I stick around. And you, throwing all of my hard work back in my face, failing your classes? I'm embarrassed to call you my kid." Alex's heart sunk at his dad's words, the words scarily reminiscent of the speech he'd recieved when he came out. Becca clenched her fists and grit her teeth. So much for best birthday yet. "God, I'm so sick of you treating us like this! I try my ass off, dad, but it's never good enough! You've stopped acknowledging Alex's existence all together. He's still your son! Just because he'd rather kiss guys, doesn't make him any less Alex than he was before. He deserves better than you." Graham was seething, stalking towards Becca with his empty beer bottle in hand. "Shut up, little girl. No-one cares what you have to say." Becca scoffed and drew back her shoulders, standing up tall. "You know what? Yeh, they do. And one day, you're gonna realise that. And then you'll be sor-" She was cut off by a sickening crack, and Alex jumped into the kitchen just in time to find Graham standing over Becca's kneeling form, her forehead cradled in her hands. Blood was seeping through her fingers, and Alex noticed the shattered beer bottle with a look of horror. "Get out." Graham was in shock, looking at the blood dripping onto his kitchen floor. He looked up at Alex, almost afraid. "Get out. You heard me." He fumbled for his keys, and ran past the Mercer kids, not sparing Becca a second glance as she whimpered quietly. Alex listened for the sound of tires against the gravel, and felt his shoulders relax as the familiar crunch sounded through the house. He fell to his knees and placed his hands on Becca's shoulders. "Bex? Bex look at me. Let me see. Bex?" Becca groaned and looked up slightly, wincing as her hand brushed against her forehead. She pulled her fingers away, and Alex hissed as he saw the nasty gash across her forehead. He struggled not to panic, forcing down the overwhelming sense of terror in his chest. Taking a deep breath, he reached out for her hands, helping her to her feet.  "Fuck. Okay, come on, up you get. We gotta get you to the hospital." Becca leaned on Alex heavily as he helped her out the door, folding over in her seat when they reached the car. Alex watched her out the corner of his eye, clenching and unclenching his fists around the steering wheel. Becca's whimpers were only just audible, her shoulders trembling slightly. He was grateful for that at least- the only thought circling his head was the fear she might pass out.

They pulled up to the hospital, and Alex wasted no time, helping Becca out of the car and through the front doors, his hand round her waist. "Hey, is our mom working?" The receptionist looked up at him in surprise, taking in Becca's appearance. "Another skating accident honey? We told you to start wearing a helmet after the last one, didn't we?" Alex bit his tongue, remembering their last visit to the hospital 6 months ago, when Becca had needed stitches after being thrown down the stairs like a rag doll by their dad. The feeling in his stomach that night, seeing her body lying at the bottom of the stairwell, sprawled out, while blood trickled down her forehead, was one he'd never forget. She'd been knocked unconscious, and for a moment, Alex had feared the worst. But luckily having a mom for a doctor came in handy sometimes, and she'd gotten them straight to the hospital, with strict instructions to call it a skating accident. Alex was tempted to tell the truth, but wasn't given the chance, as Becca smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, sorry Naomi. I thought I'd be fine but, guess not!" The dark haired woman shook her head fondly, and brushed down her purple scrubs, before picking up the phone and dialling a number. "Hi, is Julia there? Can you tell her her kids are down here? Her daughter needs some stitches by the looks of things." Becca leant into Alex, his arm now wrapped protectively around her shoulder. Naomi set the phone down and looked at the two of them with kind eyes. "Go to room 211- your mom will meet you there. And, by the way, happy birthday sweetheart!" Becca forced a smile to the kind nurse, before turning away with Alex, and stumbling down the corridor, biting back her tears. As soon as the door was shut, she folded over and started moaning, clutching her forehead desperately. Alex stepped forward and rubbed her back, pulling her hair back and tying it with a scrunchie she had round her wrist. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight, guiding her to the bed and sitting her down. "I don't know where you find the guts to stand up to him, Bex. He always manages to hurt you." Becca sniffled, and leaned into her brother, releasing her forehead and feeling the warm blood trickle slowly down her temple, already sticky. "I'm sick of him treating us like this, Alex. Why are we never enough?" He bit his lip, and felt tears well up in his eyes. "I don't know, Bex. I really don't know." They sat in silence for a few more minutes, Becca's occasional whimpers the only sound in the room.

"Oh my god, Rebecca, what happened?" Julia came rushing in, and placed a hand on either side of her daughter's face, lifting it gently. The entire right side of Becca's face was covered with a light coating of blood, and her eye was screwed shut, blood coating her lashes. She sighed, and stroked her forehead, glancing at Alex. "He did this, didn't he." Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, and she continued stroking Becca's hair as she spoke, making a noise like an injured puppy when Alex nodded. "I'm so sorry baby. I should've been there." Becca shook her head, wincing as she did so. "Keep still. Let's get that sorted." Alex watched with a heavy heart as Julia fetched a suture kit, flinching everytime Becca whimpered at the new sutures. As she washed off the blood with an alcohol wipe, he felt angry tears rise to the surface, the bruise and swelling around his little sister's eye already painfully obvious. Julia pressed a kiss to her youngest child's forehead, before looking to Alex, who had his arms crossed over his chest, his body language radiating anger. "Alexander, hon, can you take her home? She should be fine. I don't want people asking questions." Alex scoffed and shook his head at her. "Really? What if she's got a concussion?" Julia sighed and peeled her gloves off, trying not to look at the red stain of her daughter's blood all over them. "Alex, please. Just do as your told." Becca looked pleadingly at her brother, wincing as she ran a finger over the bumpy stitches in her forehead. It was a nasty cut. About 4 inches wide, and pretty deep, she was going to have a beauty of a scar. "Fine. Come on, Bex." Alex reached a hand out to her, and sent one final disapproving look at his mom, before guiding Becca along the corridor with their hands intertwined. "I promise, Bex, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna get you out of there." Becca laughed mirthlessly, waving as they passed Naomi. "Bye honey, I don't wanna see you in here for at least another 6 months, you hear me?" Becca smiled forcefully, before disappearing into the carpark, tucked under her older brother's arm. They got home, and Alex went straight to the kitchen, running a cold towel under the tap. "Here, hold that over it." Becca took a seat at the kitchen table, pointedly avoiding looking at the collection of beer bottles on the table. She watched as Alex soaked another cloth, before kneeling down and collecting the shattered glass from the floor. Binning it, he returned to the floor, grimacing as he started wiping the red splatters off of the tiles. He scrubbed furiously, until he let out a pained groan, and slumped onto the floor, leaning his back against the fridge. Becca ran to him, holding him as he cried, letting her own tears fall. "How many times am I going to have to clean your blood of the floor, Bex?" Becca felt a tear drip off the end of her nose, and ran a hand through Alex's hair. Just over 6 months ago, they'd been in almost this exact situation, only there had been a lot less blood and glass to clean up. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Alex nodded at his little sister's request, finding her hand and squeezing it tight.

The next morning met the Mercer kids with a silent house, a clear sign that neither their mom or dad was home. Alex rolled over and looked at his little sister, fast asleep with the covers pulled up under her chin, her hair spread across his pillow. She looked so peaceful, the ugly black of her stitches covered by her hair, and it was almost possible to imagine her as any other 16 year old girl, about to wakeup and go to school as she should, to then come home, and go out for her first driving lesson. But of course, the reality was not quite like that. She woke up not long after him, and after accepting a much needed hug for 5 minutes, legged it to the bathroom, closely tailed by Alex, who held back her hair as she vomited for 20 minutes straight. Totally wiped out, she groaned, before feeling Alex pull her against his chest, holding her tightly and rocking her back and forth in his arms. "How you feeling?" Becca groaned in response, resting her head against her brother's shoulder. They were leaning against the bathroom wall, Becca sitting in between Alex's legs with her head on his shoulder, carefully avoiding her stitches. They sat in silence, staring at the wall with blank expressions. There was nothing to be said.

Alex stirred eventually, pushing Becca off him gently, and helping her to her feet. "You need to eat. Cmon, I'll make something." Becca nodded, and walked over to the sink to get her toothbrush. "I'll be down in a bit." Once Alex left, she turned the faucet off, and looked at herself in the mirror. She ran a finger over the jagged black stitches, and touched the skin around them, wincing. A nasty bruise was already forming around them, and she knew she was going to have a killer migraine for the next few days. Becca touched the scar above her eyebrow, only an inch or so below the new stitches, and smiled sadly. Another one to add to the collection. She dropped her hands to her sides, rolling up her hoodie sleeve. She ran her right hand over the small collection of white and purple marks on her left wrist, frowning. Skating accident didn't quite cover these ones. She pulled her sleeve back down, rubbing her arm. Once again meeting her own eyes in the mirror, she drew her shoulders back, and sniffed. She was going to be okay. She had to be.

The smell of burnt toast carried up the stairs, and Becca laughed as she walked into the kitchen, finding Alex standing over a stack of charred bread, a hopeless frown on his face. "Leave it. I'll just have cereal." Alex groaned and jumped onto the counter, swinging his legs as she got the milk from the fridge. He reached in to the top cupboard, and held his hand out toward's Becca, who glared at him, and shook her head. "No, Alex." He raised his eyebrows at her and jumped down, setting the orange bottle down next to the orange juice he'd left out for her. "Take them, I don't care what you've got to say. Just do as your told." His voice told her not to argue, and she groaned, but unscrewed the cap and swallowed back two pills, gagging, before sticking her tongue out at Alex. "You done torturing me for the day?" Alex rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, pointing to the milk. "Eat. I'm going downstairs." He shoved his hands in his pockets and left the kitchen, stopping outside the door for a moment to make sure she was actually eating. Satisfied after hearing her grab a bowl, he continued on his way down the hall, opening the door to the basement and disappearing down the stairs. The basement had been Alex's sanctuary for years, his safe space, his only escape from his parents. When he came out, he'd basically moved in, only coming out at night to go to his room. They'd soundproofed it when he picked up the drums, turning it into a sort of studio, so that he could go mental without disturbing the entire neighbourhood. His anxiety had been okay recently- it had been months since he'd had an attack. As Becca and their dad started fighting more and more, he'd felt his chest getting tighter and tighter, ready to snap. Becca was the only thing keeping him going. He knew he couldn't break while she was still at home, he had to have his head screwed on straight so he could keep her safe. One more year, that's all she needed, and then she could get to college, and she'd be safe. Their dad was terrifying. But he was also the only person in the world that Alex would stand up to- because he'd do anything not to see his little sister get hurt.

Becca cracked open the door to the basement, and sighed as she heard Alex going at it, fill after fill after fill. She knew he was hurting, and she knew it hurt him to see her hurting. But there wasn't much either of them could do about it. They'd just have to stick it out for a little longer. She pushed the door shut with a click, and ran upstairs, settling down at her desk. She had multiple pieces of homework due by the end of the week, and an impromptu day off meant she'd have lots more to catch up on the next day. But the minute she opened her history textbook, and started to scan the page, her mind started reeling, and she had to clutch her head with her eyes closed in an effort for the dizziness to go away. "Well that's a no to that then." She sighed and closed her textbook, collapsing onto her bed instead. The house was silent, Alex's frantic drumming silenced by the soundproof walls in the basement. Becca fiddled with her fingers, looking around her walls. The usual urge to suddenly change and redecorate the entire room was more dull than it normally was, almost like it was blurry, not quite defined. Her mind was reeling, struggling to work out reality and her thoughts. She groaned and buried her face in her pillow. She almost preffered the constant talking in her head to this. This feeling of uncertainty, not being able to tell the real from the fake. She was going insane.

[inaure-forhalla]

because at this rate i will simply never have proper full written out bios for my muses, below the cut find some more detailed information about my muses that give you more info than just the vibey little blurbs i shat out at some ungodly hour of the day:

akllasqa mamani:

aklla is the daughter of a scientist that had all her titles stripped of her, and prohibited from working in the field after unethical experiments came to light. this doesn’t stop her from laying low and forming a personal lab, although under a watchful eye. she proceeds to learn and absorb all she can about genetic editing, and with the use of the CRISPR method and friends manning labs, she produces her own genetically edited egg. this is where aklla comes from, she’s planted in her mother’s womb and grows to be a girl who continues her life under a microscope. her mother is constantly poking and prodding at her, in a desperate attempt to note every deviation from regular behaviour from a girl who was tailored. aklla is diagnosed with anti social personality disorder in the future, and as a child is known to have conduct disorder. she’s been called a sociopath more times than she can count and is prone to sudden, and violent outbursts. all in all, a difficult teenager trying to maneuver through a society that works against anyone with any mental diagnosis.

jolene walsh:

honestly jolene’s the only one i have a full bio for, so because i’m lazy catch that here. 

vivian han:

vivian grows up in a house that values tradition, and in particular the image of a good family. her parents are not overtly religious, but they’re devout christian’s. they got married young, and without much thought and this leads to strife in their household. they start to fall out of love right in front of her eyes, but old time tradition and religious beliefs compel them to stay together despite divorce being the healthiest option for them both. being the oldest daughter in the house, vivian often has to play peacekeeper between her parents fights. she grows weary of it, but knows her options are limited. the older she gets, the more time she spends outside of the house. parties where the music is so loud she can’t hear her thoughts, she drinks away whatever she’ll have to face when she gets home. vivian is the fun girl, and the smart girl, and the party girl, and she does whatever she can to keep up every front she has. straight a student, but beloved by her peers. and only because she tries so hard. sometimes that comes with a small mean streak to be accepted by her peers, but she grows out of that quickly. guilt wears on her conscience heavily. an unhealthy relationship is all she knows as she grows up and so it leads her into her own. she dates a boy who becomes her ruin, but she tolerates it because that’s all she knows. she tolerates it even when he pushes her against a wall and she’s worried she has a concussion. he never hits her, and that’s his excuse. she files a restraining order after much thought and push from her friends. but it only makes her wild nights even worse, she has more pain to drink away now.

gabriel and ronan:

two boys that were once part of the same band, now leading two completely different lives. gabriel has always had his head in the clouds, always dreamt of life as a musician. his parents could do little to stop what his heart wanted. as a kid he’d play in shows any chance he got at school, and even kick started his own garage band with his friends. he never wanted to be the star of the show, gabriel was more than happy in the background. and that’s how he becomes the bass player of Golden Ours. he grew up in a bustling house that knew nothing about love, and it’s what he puts out into the world. his energy comes from genuine joy, and the desire to spread kindness. he’s a humble star from humble beginnings, and does his best to not let fame get to his head. naturally, there are slip ups, ones he does his best to hide. but all in all, he makes for pleasant company. not much tragedy in this one, rather typical if you ask me. 

ronan on the other hand grows up in completely different circumstances. the accident child of an alcoholic and a junkie, he never really knows stability in his life. his parents never have a good means to finances, and he picks up odd jobs as a kid to support himself if not his parents. he holds his father’s anger and defends himself after each bark and bite from his parents. he doesn’t grow up in a good house, and he doesn’t know if he likes them more when they’re sober or completely out of their minds. he swings a fist at this father at eighteen and is met with his ass on the curb. with little to nothing to his name, he sofa surfs as long as he can, gets himself jobs here and there, nothing that lasts too long. he comes across gabriel before the band hits the charts and it begins as roommates soon turned bandmates. he joins as lead guitarist. ronan’s one to butt heads with the band often, but at the end of the day, they’re family and family was meant to fight. but the disputes only heighten when ronan pushes them to take deals that come their way. change their look, change their sound, change change change for the mainstream media. they won’t take it, and so ronan does. leaves the band behind and embraces life as someone he doesn’t recognize in the mirror. he goes from alt indie rock to more mainstream pop rock. his manager decides what he wears, what he sings, what he signs up for. the money’s good, but he hates himself. but the money’s good.

mira deol:

mira lives a quiet life for the most part. second oldest daughter of five, their family is never without festivities. she’s a good student, not the top of her class, but trying. she sits in the middle of everything, never too loud, never too quiet. mira seems to breeze by life in the background and a part of her itches to be at the front of the show. she knows she’s not built for it, so instead she’ll smile and nod through it all. her life flips upside down, she becomes part of headlines when her family is killed at sixteen. in the middle of the night, the confront what they think to be a robber. her father and his broken english yelling downstairs, threatening to call the cops when a gun’s pulled out on them. mira, silent, watches from the top of the stairs while her entire family is sat down on the rug. one by one, they’re lined up and taken out with a single shot to the head. execution style. she scampers into a closet, and her hands search the dark floors for the gun she knows her dad has. and she sits there, as quiet as ever, hands shaking as she holds the gun in front of her. she thinks he’s left until she hears the creaks up the stairs and the closet door swings open. she closes her eyes and empties the bullets into her assailant without a second thought. mira’s found with blood, both her own and his, on her body. she hasn’t left the closet when they find her, a neighbour calls when they hear the last round of gunshots. her face takes the newspapers by storm and she’s a charity case. without any other family overseas, she moves in with her next door neighbours. a girl she knows from school. she suffers from traumatic mutism for a year. rehab and therapy get her to open up, and she cries anytime she speaks for another year. her life is spent in and out of therapy, and when she finally moves out and manages to get into university, she lives alone. everything about her life screams at her to live with company, but fear of what happens to company around her forces her into living alone. currently, mira is still healing. it’s been five years since her family’s death and she’s pushing herself back into society slowly. her emotions are hard to handle, and she’s incredibly clingy when she gets attached. 

buster jones:

buster lives a comfortable life. his parents work good jobs and they don’t expect much from him. as the youngest of a trio of boys, he’s the family’s baby for most of his life and he milks it for all it’s worth. he spends most of his time gaming, eating, or hanging out with friends. never the best student, but he manages to pull through with the tutors his parents throw at him a countless number of times. he doesn’t tell them that he’s paid kids to do his homework and essays, they don’t need to know that. but when both brothers leave the house, grow old enough to make it out on their own, the attention turns back to buster. buster who does nothing for the family but eat half the contents of their fridge, which can no longer be excuse as the appetite of a growing boy. so his parents make him take up a job, any job, they tell him, and so he goes to work at a mcdonald’s. he reckons it’ll be the least amount of effort he’ll have to put in, and impossible to get fired from. plus, free fries anytime he so pleased. he’s working through his last year of highschool, projected to have to take a fifth year if summer courses fail him. when he makes it to college he takes up criminal justice. not with the dreams of being a lawyer like his mother so hopes, but with the dream of getting into the fbi. only because it looks cool on television and he swears they know everything about area 51, and the gps’ that babies are injected with. an avid reader of conspiracies that he spouts like his life depends on it, what he doesn’t have in book smart, he also doesn’t have much in street smart. how buster makes it through the day, everyone wonders. but somehow he does.

elena castillo:

she grows up doted on. an only child, given the world at her every whim. her father loves her, her mother loves her, but doesn’t have to love as much since her father takes care of that part. her father dies when she’s eight, and her mother doesn’t take it well. elena had shown various talents at a young age, and the one her mother hones in on is her ability to skate. never having taken professional figure skating, her mother says it’s time for her to try. she doesn’t protest much, knows just how pushy her mother can be. she’s a good child for the most part, prone to temper tantrums, but mother knows best. elena’s mother focuses all her energy on her daughter, and it becomes obsessive. like a pageant mom, she signs her up for every competition under the stars. elena is bound to win most of them, and that’s because her mother doesn’t let her rest until she gets her routine down pat. elena’s perfectionism is taught and forced down her throat, it doesn’t come naturally. it doesn’t take long for the girl to embrace that figure skating has become her life. pulled out of classes on a whim just to participate in competitions, she learns how to catch up with classwork quickly without disappointing her mother. she never admits it, but she seeks validation from the one parent she still has. thinks maybe she’ll gain the same love she got from her father if she does it right. elena is quick to snap as she grows older. becomes her biggest critique, and with it comes a sharp attitude that she’s quick to lash out onto others. she projects her own insecurities, and drags people down to bring herself up. she’s now a professional figure skater, one of the best of her age at twenty. but it didn’t come easy, and she’s not willing to give it up easy. in front of the cameras and the crews she waves and smiles. once the lights drop, so does the facade and she doesn’t bother to lift a finger for anyone she deems not worth her time. she becomes more like mother, and over the years, they become more like partners than mother and daughter. their relationship is never healthy.

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My OCs

Okay okay so these are my OCs, I’m sorry if their names aren’t really Japanese I googled most of their names back when I started creating them. I hope you enjoy them and well let's get started. I didn’t include Sky aka Shirakumos daughter even though technically she is one of my OCs, I felt that since I have introduced her in my fics *by name* I’ll leave her a rather blank slate for yall *I can describe her as well if yall want that though*. Hope you like them and yes some of the quirks were inspired by Avatar. Love ya💖💖💖

Kenushima Akane

 Akane is in her mid 20s, her birthday is on 30th of December making her a Capricorn and is part of our favorite villain group, the LoV. She was the eldest child of two pro heroes who married because it would satisfy the media and boost their careers. She had two younger siblings, the twins Annya and Arakan. She is around 5’7 (170cm) with fairly long auburn hair which are always braided so they don’t get in her way, amber eyes and a burn mark on her right shoulder from a small scuffle with our favorite fire user. Her hair and eyes become a dark red when she uses her quirk making her even more menacing. She wears a black mask over her eyes, keeping that way her identity a secret and a rather tight uniform consisting of black leather overall-shorts matched with a black-red plaid shirt and thigh highs with black military boots. Her weapon of choice is anything you can swing. Her quirk is a powerful blood bending type which she inherited from her mothers’ side. She can control the blood in someones’ system to the point of a heart attack or a stroke. Once the blood is out of the persons’ system she can still wield it, sharpening it into a blade like shape and cut through both flesh and bone, the new blood adding to the power of her makeshift blade. Her limits begin when she gets a nose bleed followed by either her eyes or ears starting to bleed as well; the final stage is giving herself a heart attack but she has never reached that point thankfully. It’s a self-destructive quirk since she pushes her body’s boundaries everytime she activates it, making her vulnerable to diseases after a particularly hard fight. She is a master of many forms of martial arts, kicking anyone's ass without even having to use her quirk.  Her family is wreck *lmao*. Since her parents married out of convenience the kids were results of moments of weakness between the two adults. Her household wasn’t very affectionate, partnered with her fathers’ constant absence and negligence and her mothers overly obsessive quirk demands, her relationships soon turned abusive. Excessive training and brutal punishments were her mothers’ tactics to ensure a picture perfect quirk state which she could boast about in the media. Her father was a decent figure during the sparse moments when he was actually in the house. He treated his kids with some trace of humanity and not like objects but he too didn’t really care. Everything went downhill when rumours of affairs surfaced and her mother lost her senses, killing their father on the kitchen floor before getting to the children. Akane tried to protect her siblings but was easily tossed aside by her mother and she doesn’t remember what actually happened that night. The only thing she knows for sure is that she was now an orphan and one sibling short, losing both her home and her brother that night. She didn’t stay in foster care for long since she dipped, joining a group of castaways called the Deck. Due to her quirk she was named the Queen of Hearts and became one of the most feared and powerful villains in Japan. Soon she joined the LoV after Shiggy approached her, officially meeting Dabi *who is her s/o btw lol*. She’s still close with her little sister Annya and owns a bookstore so she won’t have to steal. She has morals *shocker*, killing only those who have comitted crimes varying from abuse to murder or fraud. She is against useless killing and would prefer to clear the streets from scum rather than litter it with herself. She’s kinda like an anti-hero. She joined the LoV so she could have easier access to the insights of the hero industry and slowly help take out those hero frauds. She likes cooking Mexican food, her favorite animal is the fox and she is deathly afraid of spiders to the point she once burned her table using a lighter and hairspray because she had seen a spider on it. All in all she is a lovely person *I think*.

Kenushima Annya

Annya is 15 and part of class 1-A, her birthday is on the 3rd of January *like me heh* making her a Capricorn. She is the youngest of a twin set and has an older sister, while her parents were pros. She is around 5’7 (170cm) with shoulder length dark brown hair, amber eyes and faint lightning like scars scaling down both of her arms. Dark lavender streaks appear in her hair when she over uses her quirk and her scars shine the same color many times pulsating along with the surges of her blasts. Her uniform consists of a tight black crop top with azure and magenta details alongside black pants, black boots which are specially designed to give her extreme jumping power helping her also levitate for a short period so she can unleash her attacks and lastly gloves that cover almost all of her scars *also black with the same patterns as the top*. Has basic combat skills but she mostly prefers to rely on her quirk. Speaking of her quirk, she has a combo of a water and a lightning quirk making her able to easily electrocute others without short circuiting like Kami. She can control any form of water, making her easily overpowered in seaside missions but she can also control any liquid which has some water in it. However she cannot create water from thin air, like Shoto can make ice, and she can’t freeze it. Much like her sister she uses water mostly as a whip or a blade. Lightning is used mainly as one of her ultimate moves since she doesn’t have full control over it and it tends to hurt her scars when she does use it. She can let the purple strings of light course through her and hit her target with incredible force making her excellent for range attacks. Just like her sister she reaches her limits when her nose starts to bleed and she can pass out from dehydration  due to her quirk using up some of the water inside of her body with each attack. Now for her family life. She was a late bloomer and that was unacceptable according to her mother. She didn’t showcase signs of having a quirk until the age of 9 when her mother attacked her and her siblings. In a fit of rage and despair her mother tried killing her for ruining the familys’ image with her quirklessness. Her twin brother tried to save her from her mother *just like Akane did* only to be tossed aside as well, hitting the back of his head on a nearby table. Seeing both of her siblings on the ground *and almost being choked to death by her abuser* Annya activated her quirk, losing complete control over her powers resulting in her scars and the death of her mother. Arakan was pronounced dead on arrival leaving the two girls the only surviving members of the Kenushima family. After Akane’s disappearance, Annya was moved from home to home for about a year before being adopted by a couple and living as much of a normal life as she could. Her mental health isn’t the best as one can imagine, suffering from PTSD from the incident and having self hating tendencies. Becoming a hero is her way of proving to herself that she’s not a monster and that she can indeed help others. In class 1-A she tends to hang out with the Dekusquad and two other girls who I’ll introduce down the line. Her hero name is Electra and her s/o is Shoto *lol siblings are dating siblings tf*. She likes Autumn and Winter, loves going ice skating, has many plants in her room and loves watching horror movies with her friends.

Aizawa Kaiya

Kaiya is 15 and part of class 1-A despite her father being the homeroom teacher. Her birthday is on the 19th of June making her a Gemini. She sports the legendary jet black hair, her hair is also pretty long so she always has to braid it or put it up in a ponytail and she has egirl bangs *I don’t know how else to describe them*. Her eyes are a striking azure and she has dyed the tips of her hair the same color. Ya girl is shorter than the Kenushimas, barely reaching 5’2 (160cm). Her hero costume consists of black cargo pants with multiple pockets, a black turtleneck and chest straps(?) around her waist and collarbone finishing the look with black military boots. Sometimes she might wear a gas mask which helps her control her breathing.  Now for her quirk. It’s some type of psychic power, she can hear people’s thoughts making it easy for her to know what they are about to do, giving her the upper hand almost every time, but she can aslo channel her own and others thoughts and make dark shards out of them. These shards can be thrown with amazing speed or create a protective wall in front and above her. Her quirk ,though drains her very easily, making it hard to breath and walk in a straight line. She gets light headed while the voices inside her head get overly loud. Through practice she can push her boundaries and use more of her quirks’ power. Lastly in order for her to hear your thoughts she needs to see you. Once she sees you for even a quarter of a second, she can see into your head even long after you have left her line of sight. Her family life is very calm compared to the Kenushimas. She is the daughter of Aizawa’s sister who vanished when Kaiya was five. Having no one else to care for her since her real father wasn’t in the picture, Aizawa took his niece in and raised her as his own. She was too little to remember her mother and for years she believed that Shouta was her actual dad but Dadzawa did tell her the truth. Nothing really changed, she still calls him dad and they have a lovely father-daughter relationship. She loves Eri and loves being her older sister, playing with her, doing her hair and taking her to the dorms to meet her friends. She has a pet cat named Majesty who she uses to bribe Aizawa to buy snacks. She likes rainy days, beating Shinsou’s ass during training, being pinned by Shinsou while training, Halloween, cats and fluffy blankets. She is friends with mostly Annya, Shinsou and Sky but she doesn’t mind hanging out with the Deku or the Baku squads. Her hero name is Calypso. Her s/o is Shinsou much to Aizawa’s dismay. He is salty because this happened right under his nose, Dadzawa was too busy looking out for the 1-A boys that he completely ignored his trainee pinning his daughter down during training *he is really glad that she likes Shinsou bc he knows that he is a good kid*.

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I Win - Soul x Reader

Fandom: Soul Eater Word Count:1,328 My Masterlist Warnings/disclaim: general You’re Kid’s little sister and for the sake of the story, you’ve got black hair and stripes on the back of your hand. Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 09/24/2012. Revamped/edited in 2020 ___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 2nd person Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. Story under cut 

          You rolled around on your bed and stared at your super abstract room. The colors and the art were perfect in your mind, you loved abstract things. Your brother on the other hand thought symmetry is perfect and the key to life. Needless to say, you guys fought over a lot until he agreed to leave you alone about it if you left him alone about it. So you didn't really fight anymore which was great because you felt bad always making him cry at the end of fights. It was ironic, your stripes were on the back of your head making you symmetrical. Kid, your older brother, had stripes on the left side of his head, making him abstract. You were both opposite of what you loved, which is why you guessed you were brother and sister.  

          Kid was always at school now and you hated it because he rarely spent time with you. He has friends now and doesn't come home after school because he's with them. He doesn't bring them home because they've never asked. The only people you knew were; dad, Kid, Patty, Liz, Spirit, and Stein. Those are the only people you've ever met because you think people are annoying. You avoid people when you can, you weren't shy nor cared what other people thought. You were just anti-social. So, the only time you traveled out of the house is when dad wanted to see you in person or had a mission for you.  

          Like dad and your brother, you were a grim reaper and wielded a weapon. Although you preferred your bow, your dad always tried to get you to like scythes, like him. Just like Patty and Liz; Jason, your weapon, lived in your house too. He went to school too, which left you alone all day, the way you liked it usually. Today you were lonely though so you decided to get dressed for the day and go visit ni, dad, and Jason. You were the youngest of the family and papa's little girl and Kid's baby sister.  

          Out the door of manor and headphones in your ears, you pulled out your skateboard, which Kid had taught you to use. You skated silently as your black and white striped hair blew in the wind. So did your (f/c) dress which reached your knees but you forgot your jacket at home making you a bit cold. You closed your (e/c) eyes, and just listened to your music, which pounded into your ears.  

          At the school you realized there were a lot of students about, meaning it was lunch. Good, now you didn't have you wait for Kid to get out of class or walk in the middle of class. You looked for Kid first he was with his friends but easy to spot with his rant over symmetry.  

          "Kid, calm down." You said as you walked up to him, which shocked him to hear your voice.  

          "Oh, hey ____, what are you doing here?" Kid asked.  

          "I got lonely at home, so I came to see you and dad."  

          "Wait you got lonely?" Liz injected.  

          "Yes, why?" You calmly answered.  

          "HHIIII ____-CHAN!" Patty screamed happily at you.  

          "Hello, Patty." You tried to say nicely as you rubbed your ear, the one that she had just screamed into.  

          "Who is this, Kid?" A girl with sandy hair and green eyes asked, from her niceness and looks you, assumed she was Maka. You knew all of the descriptions and personalities of Kid's friends because he talked about them at home.  

          "I'm ____, Kid's sister, and Lord Death's second child. If I am right, you're Maka right?"  

          "Yes, I'm M-"  

          "Wait, Kid has a sister?!" Maka was cut off very rudely. By a blue-haired boy, you assumed to be, Black*Star and a white-haired kid with red eyes, you assumed to be, Soul.  

          "Yes, I do as you can see; we don't have to look alike to be related." What niisan said is very true; we d look anything alike. The two boys were staring at you intensely now which made a small blush creep onto your face because you thought Soul was cute.  

          "You're right Kid; the likeness is the formal clothes." Soul leaned back convinced.  

          “We dress formally to keep a good name for our family and father."  

          "Ugh, you rich kids." Soul groaned and Maka elbowed him.  

          "Rich or not; taking care of your appearance makes a good impression on people." You said very dryly to him. You hated people labeling you as some rich, spoiled girl. You speak your mind so sometimes people quickly jump to that conclusion.  

          "Wow, you're nothing like your brother. He's so polite and seems to be a charming good boy."  

          "I know. We are pretty opposite. He loves symmetry and I love abstract. He's nice and I speak my mind. The list goes on for a while and I don't think you'd like to know all of it." You calmly claimed.  

          "Wow, really the opposite. I never said it was a bad thing. I never even said I dislike rich people, I feel sorry for them." Soul gave you a shark-toothed looking grin and it struck something in you. You quickly covered the lower half of your face with your hands. "Huh, what's wrong ____?" Soul leaned in a bit close being confused.  

          "N-nothing." You said muffled through your hands.  

          "You never act like this, what's wrong sis?" Kid put his arm around you.  

          "I bet she's intimidated by the amazing Black*Star!" Black*Star gloated very loudly and annoyingly.  

          "That can't be it. ____ surpasses me in fighting unless she's not trying." Kid sighed, admitting it.  

          "I have to go." You abruptly said and started to leave.  

          "Wait, where are you going?" Onii-san asked with worried.  

          "To see daddy." You squeaked.  

          "Hey, you've got stripes too," Soul said with another smile making your face feel hot then you ran off.  

          "I hope you're not sick!" Kid called after you.  

          After you saw your dad and asked him about those weird feelings towards Soul. Just as you thought, it was your first crush, your dad, of course, was fawning over it and teasing you.

          You were back at home and just opening the door.  

          "Hey." You looked up from the door handle to see Soul.  

          "What are you doing here?!" You quickly retorted.  

          "Kid invited me over but Liz and Patty drug him off a few moments ago." You mouthed an 'oh' and sounds of the TV in the other room could be softly heard. "So I heard you have a crush on me?" Soul asked casually with his signature grin.  

          Blush lit your face very brightly, "I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about." You said calmly as you could but with your nerves jumping about you were stumbling everywhere.  

          "Well I heard it from your brother and your father so I doubt I'm wrong. Plus you're as red as a tomato right now." He explained as walking closer to you until you back up against the wall.  

          "S-so what if I do?!" You were still trying to be calm, with your nerves and blush. You didn't want to turn into a giggling mess or a frozen idiot like most girls.  

          "How about this, if I can prove you like me then I get to take you out on a date."  

          "Try if you can!" You got right in his face as you said this.  

          Just what he wanted, he pressed his lips to yours and put his hand on the back your head in your hair so you couldn't pull away. You tried to push away at once but once his teeth nipped your bottom lip. You lost, you kissed him back passionately and wrapped your arms around his neck. Soul pulled away with his signature smile.  

          "I win."  

          "Whoever said I wanted to you to lose?" You hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder.

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Only Time Will Tell- Brock Boeser 1.3

about/request: I really wanted to explore a relationship where you are ‘the other woman’ this is the result of that. I’m not sure how long this will end up so…. sorry.

warnings: cursing, i think that's it??

authors note: Sorry I took such a long time bringing this out, I didn’t know if anyone actually liked this or not. Remember that a lot of details in this story are made up or changed. Make sure to check out parts one and two, I fixed some mistakes and made some corrections. 

timeline: march 2017

word count: 2614

    Hockey used to be a life for not just me, but my whole family. Three nights a week we would hop in my dad’s old work truck to cruise over to wherever Charlie, and in turn Brock, played. Often times we would meet up with the Boeser’s to grab the best seats right by the ice. Here my mom would yell to “Shoot the puck!” or boo at whatever call she felt didn't fit the crime. My dad would grab a couple of beers while talking to some guys he knew from his work. Small towns mean most people there he knew so he would rarely sit with us the whole game. Sometimes I would sit by my mom and Brock’s mom and sisters. Sometimes there would be kids from school or members from the team who were scratched I would sit by instead. Wren was often the one scratched. He never made it to practice on time and when he did he would spend more time talking to guys on the team then practicing. He was nice and seen grew to be one of the guys on the team I felt fully comfortable with. He understood what it was like to be the younger sibling and live in the shadow of our elders. His older brother Josh was team captain and lead them to 3 state titles in a row.

    After the game, all of us would go out to eat. The Boeser’s and the Y/L/N’s and whomever joined along from the team. Dad would tell Charlie what to do better, of course Dad knew what it was like to play hockey. He played for the University of Minnesota until a really bad accident his sophomore year took him out. Charlie, and me too (at least for a little bit), just wanted to impress him. Often times dad would rag on Charlie until they got into a mini fight. Charlie would hitch a ride back with Brock and his family. My dad would then spend the whole drive home complaining that Charlie was never going to be as good as him if Charlie didn't take his advice. 

    Although the bad seeped into the good. The hockey rink was were my family was one. We all would come together to scream when number 6 would skate out. Cause no matter how awful things were going at home, the rink was a time of escape. It was when hot chocolate would warm cold fingers in the late second period or the high of sugar rush from skittles in the second intermission. It was a time to giggle at the little kids they brought out between periods. They wouldn’t yet be comfortable on skates so they would slip and fall or miss the puck completely. I couldn’t remember what it was like when Charlie and I were that young playing, but I like thinking we were better than that.

    After he had died, I didn’t go to many games. There was no more hot chocolate or skittles high. No little kids falling or scoring on their own net. We never went out to eat after the games. There were no more arguments between dad and Charlie. The nearby rink which once held the best memories was purposely avoided at all times. Life went on, but each day seemed to hold some emotional punch of remembrance. Like one day, about 3 months after he died I came home from school and my mom had cleaned out his room. Neat piles of his clothes and pictures were placed in bins labeled “attic” or “giveaway.” His first skates, his autographed Detroit Red Wings Steve Yzerman jersey, and so much more was packed away to be set aside. His posters, CDs and other trinkets were thrown out or donated to a thrift store. I remember yelling at my mom that this is his room. She told me she needed to heal and that dad had been asking her to do it for two weeks. It was time to move on.

    Since moving I had gone to no hockey games. And the Vancouver Canucks were not a bad team. They had just been having a difficult time in recent years. That didn’t make city pride for them any less. Any game night and the always crowded downtown streets turned into an obstacle only the bravest could handle. I never purposely put myself in a position to make the drive down to the stadium in the past 2 years of living in Vancouver. Occasionally I was invited to games by friends and classmates. I managed to get out of it every time too, but somehow escaping this invite seemed impossible.

    It was Brock’s mother’s last night in the city before she had to fly back down to Minnesota to care for Brock’s younger siblings. I was extended an invite due to my ‘gracious’ hosting, my mother called me and told me how Laurie, Brock’s mother, raved how I grew into such a beautiful and caring young woman. So there I was crammed in Rogers Arena with 18,000 or so people. Laurie was on one side of me wearing a new Boeser jersey. I, even though I lived there awhile, owned no such fan gear and instead dressed in a thick sweatshirt. Natalie tried to get me to wear her old Trevor Linden jersey, but I high tailed it out of there before she could fish it out of her closet. 

    I loved hockey growing up, but standing here made me feel so out of place. Life had changed so much in the past two years. I was no longer the little tomboy with scraped knees and a messy ponytail. I longer wanted to play hockey. Now, I had put hockey out of my life so much that welcoming it back in right now felt traitorous to everything I had done to avoid coming here. Laurie was cheering and dancing. I guess there is nothing quite like the debut of your child in the NHL. Warm ups had just started so every guy was on the ice. It was easy to spot him in the white 6 with the dark blue background. I got chills the first time I saw it. Boeser was spelled out in big letters across his back. I imagined at that moment seeing Charlie out there. He would mess around and probably fall trying to impress some girls he would see on the front row. But he would be here, and he would be happy.

    “I’m gonna go grab a beer, want one?” I asked his mom. Canada drinking laws are sort of amazing. I remember getting carded at a bar when I first turned 19. There was a split second of panic before I remembered I didn’t really need to be 21 up here. 

    “No, hun, I’m going to facetime the girls so they can see Brock on the ice,” she said grabbing her phone.

    People were still pouring in from the front doors. Lines were long for everything even the escultors. I recognized some people from college and waved. They sported brand new jerseys and held in their arms peanuts and beers and popcorn. “We are gonna win!” They all said. People were invigorated with the call up of Brock. I was invigorated to get a beer in me that's for sure. Fifteen minutes and 16 bucks later I carried my two beers back to our spot. Laurie was finishing up her call to Jessica and Paul, Brock siblings along with Duke. I waved and said hi to everyone. 

    “Kid, you gotta come back more often,” Paul said. Paul was Brock’s oldest sibling and he always acted like he was so much older than the rest of us. Add on to the fact that I was the youngest in our family friend group, “Kid” has been my nickname well into my early teens. 

    “I will soon, I have just been super busy with college and all.”

    It had been mine excuse through out my time here. For the first 8 months my parents begged me to come home. At this point they didn't even call me anymore. I guess it's far cause I don't call them up much too. 

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay back home,” Laurie said. “Are you guys staying up to watch the game?”

“Only for a little bit, I work early in the morning.” Jessica said. West coast games ended way too late to stay up watching them in Minnesota. While it was only 7:00 our time it was 9 there so the game could last until 12 or 1 am. 

We all said our goodbyes as the lights dimmed. The Canucks opening video was being shown on the big screen while music blared in the arena. This was pump up time. As our guys skated out people cheered loudly. This game was supposed to be good. The Ducks always had a little rivalry with us. Add on to the fact that this was Boeser’s first home game and we were on a two-game losing streak. The team, and the fans, were hungry for a win.

    Unfortunately moral lasted until the ducks scored for the third time in the first period. Add on when Montour scored to make it 4-0 in the second, people began realising that not much has changed even with Brock. As the zamboni entered the ice for second intermission, Laurie turns to me. 

    “So, your mom told me your in college,” she started. God, she was fishing. Mom’s think they are clever trying to get information by stating the conversation at a wide base value and steer it to the cavity in the situation. 

“Yep, I go to the University of British Columbia for journalism,” I said sipping water I got after downing both beers in the first period. 

“That must be a lot of work, what do you do for work?” she asks.

“I actually write for Vancouver’s newspaper, they pay pretty good, and I do work study, so they pay for so much of my tuition that isn’t covered by my scholarships and then I get some of the money”

“What do you do for work study?” she asks.

“My English professor needs an assistant. I’m basically his gopher. If he needs a book from the library or a coffee I go get it. I transcribe his lectures for any kid who misses class. Sometimes I will tutor kids or help them find good sources for their papers. It’s not too bad, maybe three or four hours per day and I get like 6 credits towards my English major.”

“Gosh, that's a lot. He needs you to do all of that?”

 I shrug, “It sucks sometimes but the professor is nice so…”

“Your mom said that you haven’t come home since moving here.” They way she phrases the end of it is hard to respond to. It's not a question, more of a statement. She didn't sound mad or upset like my mom does when she says it. Laurie just sounds concerned. Her voice feels like a hug.

“It’s just soo much,” I start. “Charlie’s gone and mom and dad are splitting up. Mom met this new guy and he is so proper. Dad hasn’t even called me in two months because I said I’m not coming home for his huge labor day party. Plus I just got so much going on.”

“It’s okay to be hurt by what's going on, but don’t hide from it. Your parents love you a lot. They just don’t know how to love each other with so much hurt.”

“I don't know how to love them with so much hurt.” I mutter.

    Everyone is buzzing as the crowd makes its way out of the arena. We may have lost, but Brock put one in the beginning of the third to excite the crowd. Laurie and I hang back to give Brock time to get ready. The team could have lost 10-1 and she still would have been glowing with excitement for Brock. His life was changing, and he was no longer the little boy who fell over on the ice. Where most parents would have been freaking out, Laurie handled with grace, something she has done her entire life. No matter the situation Laurie put on her big girl pants and muddled through.

We meandered our way to the locker room, showing our passes to the security guard. In the hallway we waited as different guys from the team joined up with their wives or girlfriends. They all hugged Laurie telling her how wonderful her son is. Everyone loved Brock. Well almost everyone.

    Brock finally made his way out. His hair was still wet from what I was hoping was a shower and not sweat. He and Laurie hugged when he reached us. It was an awkward second or two while we figured out if we would hug or not. Wrapping my arms around him felt weird, almost as weird as the time we kissed. Yet there was a nostalgia in it too; we went always so awkward. In fact I remember a time in my life where I never thought we would ever be strangers. I remember once when I was about 12 and Brock was about 13, I had a dream that Brock and I were dating. The next day I remember being shy and awkward especially when he called me “Kid”. I went all pink and Charlie would not let it go for a whole year. Finally, when Brock asked a different girl to the joint 7th-8th grade dance Charlie let it go. I spent the whole night crying and accepted Thomas Miller’s invite. He had braces and dark hair and spent all night trying to kiss me. After the second slow dance song I joined up with my friends instead. The next day I heard a rumor going around that he said not only had we kissed, but that I let him touch my boobs. Charlie had been mad and cornered me about it. When I admitted it false, he said he taught Thomas a lesson. The next week someone “anonymously” shared a picture of Thomas at a birthday party sucking on his thumb with a stuffed animal. From there rumors spread he wet the bed every night.

    We always had each others backs. It made we wonder how things ended up so differently. We all walked out together. As I reached into my pocket to order an Uber, Laurie offered to have them drive me back to my apartment.

    “It’s too late for a young woman like you to hop in some random mans car.” she insisted.

    “”I couldn’t bother you guys,” I said.

    “No bother,” Brock said. “Might be nice to see more of the city anyway.”

    Thirty minutes later I lay in bed without make up and in an old, ripped up shirt from Natalie’s older brother that he left here. Natalie was already deep asleep when I got home with one of the Harry Potter movies on full volume. With school for both of us the next day, it was important to get as much sleep as possible. But as I laid there all I could think about was Brock’s hair and his cologne. I wished things could have ended better for us all those years ago. Maybe there’s time for change now. A girl could hope.

    As I finally started to drift asleep my phone’s ping jolts me awake.

Brock Boeser has texted you.

Thanks for coming tonight. I hope to see you soon.

    God, it’s going to be a long night.

[ofhal]

jacob elordi. cis male. he/him.  ／  hal zaleski just pulled up blasting fame is for assholes by hoodie allen  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty - two year old nhl player, i’ve heard they’re really crass, but that they make up for it by being so easygoing. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say spitting blood, wearing a hoodie no matter the outside temperature, and skating after hours in an empty rink . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( sam, 23, est, she/her )

aw shit here we go again hello friends ! it is i, sam. i also write elvie ( @ofelvie​ ) and in a shocking turn of events, i’m back on my bullshit so here’s hal again !

i. stats

𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖: nathan harold zaleski

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤: hal, zed, nate to family

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟: chapais, quebec, canada

𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙: december 31st, 1997

𝕫𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕔: capricorn

𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: heterosexual

𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: professional ice hockey player

𝕡𝕠𝕤. 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤: easygoing, protective, magnanimous.

𝕟𝕖𝕘. 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤: crass, rumbustious, naive.

ii. history

nathan harold "hal" zaleski was born and raised in chapais, a small community in freezing cold quebec with a population of just over 1600 people. his father owns a used car dealership while his mother stayed home with their ten kids. yes, you read that correctly: ten kids, all boys. their ages range from the eldest currently being in their mid - thirties to the youngest who just recently turned five years old. hal is one of the middle children and he has nine brothers.

experienced a typical small town upbringing. the family didn't have a lot of money, and his childhood memories are of hand - me - downs with patches sewn over the holes, sharing toys, never eating out, and being homeschooled by his mom along with all of his brothers. oh, and of course — hockey.

hal learned how to skate before he learned how to walk. there was a lake in their backyard that was usually frozen over for ten months out of the year, and his dad is a lifelong habs fan, so hal's been playing hockey for as long as he can remember. more than simply having a natural talent for it, he's always loved it.

being as good as he is, he got a lot of attention once he started playing junior hockey in the qmjhl go huskies. even though he had no other life plans because he has no other skills he wasn't really expecting it to take him anywhere, but he got drafted into the nhl when he was just eighteen and it turned out to be a bigger deal than he ever could have anticipated because he was a first round draft pick ( probably first or second overall ). sent right from the junior team he grew up with to the show was nerve - wracking af a dream come true. he was initially with the edmonton oilers and there was a lot of media and attention and buzz all surrounding him, but miraculously hal didn't choke.

being the rail - thin teenage rookie with a messy mop of hair, people were at first surprised that he managed to hold his own as well as he did, but soon enough his stellar performance ( and his endearing, humble demeanor off the ice ) managed to charm fans. he won the calder trophy after his first year on the ice.

something else that happened when he was eighteen: he got engaged. he was in love! he thought he was ready but, well...he was eighteen. she said yes to his proposal because she was swept up in their romance and the grandness of the gesture, but once reality set in ( and it did so quickly ), she broke things off with him. 

following his second year of professional hockey he was signed to the la kings on an 8 year, 12.5 mil / year contract do the math because he sure didn’t, of which he is currently on his second year. he got a HUGE lucrative deal and he's still a fan favorite, still delivering consistently good performances from game to game, won the norris trophy, earned a couple all - star titles, and rumor has it he’s a shoe - in to be promoted to alternate captain next season.

iii. extras

hal is the primary right defenceman for the los angeles kings hockey team, #74.

his entire personality is basically: golden retriever in a backwards snapback.

six foot five, 190 lbs...a Big Guy.

his first language is actually quebecois, aka canadian french. however, he doesn't use it much except for when he's at home with his family and aside from a slight accent on some words, most people probably aren't even able to tell that english is not his first language.

even though he's technically a middle child, his big brother instincts are STRONG and he's very protective of the people he cares about. he's the sort of friend who can be counted on to answer the phone at 2am and pick up a drunk pal who needs a ride even though he has to be up early the next morning.

he's LOADED RICH but aside from living in a nice penthouse apartment he doesn't flaunt it at all. he's wearing hoodies and sweats most of the time.

OH and he’s griffin young’s roommate. they’re beer bros & it’s cute and wholesome.

GREAT friend, TERRIBLE boyfriend. he's not a cheater and he's not a jerk not on purpose anyway, but hockey comes first all the time. ex girlfriend is a very generous term for most of the people he was once in relationships with because he usually doesn't get more than three or four dates out of someone before he gets dumped for never shutting off about hockey or skipping one or two or five dates to get in another few hours of practice.

he's ambidextrous!

once fought two blackhawks at once and won.

it’s certainly possible to piss him off but he’s not the type to hold grudges so he doesn’t tend to stay angry for long, even if he doesn’t get an apology. for those who realize this and it’s not hard to figure out tbh it can kinda make him a biiiit of a doormat.

when smash mouth said "i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed" ? hal felt that.

iv. wanted connections

his ex fiance !!!! * i’ll probably submit as a wc on the main

best friend, probably a fellow Dudebro™ but it’s a wholesome friendship.

other, non - Dudebro™ best friend for Balance

friends

brother / sister type of relationship

former friends or enemies even though idek HOW that would happen

exes - relationships, hook ups, one night stands, idk all of that stuff. most of his exes probably hate him.

( these are just ideas and i’m trash at coming up with stuff, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here. )

[evtranslations]

A forward and a gay man

Janne Puhakka reveals what it’s like being a gay hockey player in the Finnish Elite League, Liiga. He is the first to have the courage to speak about the matter publicly.

Source.

[T/N: The article is behind a paywall. I will call SM-liiga/the Finnish Elite League “Liiga” for the remainder of the article.]

TL;DR:

Janne Puhakka, 24, retired professional ice hockey player

Played one season (40 games) in the Finnish Elite League in 2015-2016

First Finnish pro hockey player to come out, fourth globally

Janne Puhakka played in the Espoo Blues and Espoo United in 2015-2017.

The surnames of Janne Puhakka and his boyfriend are written on a mail slot in an apartment building in Helsinki.

Puhakka’s handshake has strength. He asks me to come in and says that their move isn’t quite done yet. Some of the furniture is missing, and a light hasn’t been mounted on the ceiling.

Nonetheless, Puhakka is ready to give an interview that will go down in Finnish sports history. He is the first hockey player who has played in Liiga to publicly, with his own name and face, say he is homosexual.

Puhakka says he isn’t particularly nervous. He contemplated the matter for a long time, for his active career’s last three years.

But in the conservative and partly closed-minded Finnish hockey community, Puhakka’s surprise statement can be unique. For the first time, someone breaks the taboo: can a gay person play hockey?

Puhakka takes a breath. The topic is simultaneously important and frustrating.

“In an ideal world we wouldn’t have to talk about this. But as long as it’s kept quiet, we have to.”

In 1995, the Puhakka family had their youngest child, Janne. Mom, dad and two big sisters had moved to the metropolitan area from Oulu.

At around five or six years, Puhakka saw advertising leaflets for the local hockey club at his day-care and got interested. He announced that he wanted to go to hockey practice. He started two hobbies: ice hockey at Espoon Kiekkoseura and soccer at FC Kasi-ysi in Espoo.

Puhakka was a sporty kid. The kind that learns to skate quickly and gets balls and game equipment to obey him. For many years, he did the two sports in parallel, but at 13 years old, hockey won the day.

“I had more friends in hockey.”

Janne Puhakka returned to his home arena Espoo Metro Arena.

As a small boy, Puhakka liked playing as a winger and identified as some kind of a power forward whose game was founded on good skating and a hard shot. Later, he admired the Russian stick handling virtuoso Pavel Datsyuk and tried playing as a center like his role model.

There were many gifted hockey players among Finnish boys born in 1995. Juuse Saros and Artturi Lehkonen play in the NHL these days. Kevin Lankinen, who made saves last spring to help the national team to a gold in the IIHF World Championships, also belongs to the same age group. The generation’s brightest diamond is Aleksander Barkov, one of the most skilled players in the world.

As a teenager, Janne Puhakka competed side by side with these promising players. At 15 years old he got invited to an annual camp that brings together that year’s best players. There Puhakka realized that the level of his top contemporaries wasn’t unreachable.

“At that point the whole thing became serious in a way.”

Puhakka began training in earnest. School, practice and game journeys were scheduled carefully.

The next big step was coming at 16. The cream of the crop would get their first invitation to the junior national team. At that age many teenage boys will start to wonder if their hockey hobby could be more than a hobby. Would their skills be enough one day to cut it as a professional?

The thought excites - and brings pressure.

“For many, not making the junior national team is very tough,” says Puhakka.

Puhakka made it. In 2013 he was in the national under-18 team that won bronze at the U18 World Championships in Russia. That was one of Puhakka’s hockey career’s finest hours.

Puhakka had been thinking about his sexuality since reaching adolescence. However, the thoughts remained in the background for a long time. Being able to train, play, go to school and spend time with friends was enough.

On Saturday morning, 19th of September, Puhakka received surprising news from his morning skate coach: that same night, he would be playing his first Liiga match wearing an Espoo Blues jersey.

He got to play for roughly six minutes against Tappara of Tampere. Victory on home ice, the great feeling and an impressive goal scored by Tappara’s rookie star Patrik Laine stuck in his mind.

In the 2015-2016 season Puhakka played 40 games in Liiga. He was now part of the select few whose skills and motivation had carried over from the first practices in day-care through the junior years all the way into the Finnish Elite League. He played hockey for a living. Got paid. Dreamt of bigger leagues and the NHL.

However, Puhakka noticed he had to push a part of his identity aside while walking to the rink. He adds that he understands it is normal: it’s a workplace, the main purpose is not to shout your own matters from the rooftops.

Still, not being able to honestly say he was gay bothered him.

In the locker room his teammates spoke about what they’d done with their wives and girlfriends.

“Many times someone asked if I had a girlfriend. I waved the question off and always afterwards wondered why I couldn’t tell them about it.”

Why?

“There were mental blocks.”

Puhakka describes how he put on sorts of emotional defenses at the rink. The secrecy was also difficult on his relationship. Puhakka dated during his years of play and was forced to think about how he would introduce his boyfriend to his teammates, should they bump into each other out on the town.

“That sort of thing puts a strain on everyday life and is difficult for your partner.”

Locker room talk is its own whole world. Puhakka says you can’t make it in an ice hockey team without self-irony.

“Everyone who’s ever been in a locker room knows that there are all sorts of jokes thrown around. It’s sometimes racy, and gay jokes can be part of it.”

Puhakka says he never intervened in questionable jokes or took them personally. They went in one ear and out the other.

But Puhakka knows not everyone is like him.

“Some other guy might take it personally and retreat into a shell.”

In potentially awkward situations Puhakka was helped by support from his friends. In the locker room they’re teammates, but out of the teammates some can additionally be close friends. Puhakka found people from his teams to whom he could naturally talk about his sexuality.

The courage was worth it. When someone told a gay joke in the locker room, Puhakka could throw a glance at these trusted friends and exchange looks. They could laugh together at the shared secret.

“That eased my mind and made the situation more relaxed for me.”

One of these trusted friends was Kim Hirschovits, captain of the Espoo Blues and one of the most well-known Liiga players of the 2000s.

On one roadtrip Puhakka told Hirschovits that he was dating a man.

“Hirso replied ‘cool, congratulations’. You don’t really even need to reply anything else.”

Kim Hirschovits (on the left), former Blues captain, was among the players to whom Puhakka dared to talk about his gayness.

The old attitudes and regularities of the sports world have been coming apart in recent years. Greater appreciation and support is being demanded for women’s and disabled people’s sports. The by-products of sports are being tackled more intensely as well.

Efforts have been started to get rid of racism in audiences as well as playing fields and rinks. The fights in hockey rinks, everyday occurrences in the NHL in the past decades, are almost completely gone. The self-governed world of sports has been forced in many ways to clean its act up so that it could stand up to outward scrutiny.

Homosexuality has been one of the last big taboos in sports. Only in recent years has the atmosphere shifted into one where a number of known athletes have openly had the courage to share their belonging to a sexual minority. NBA basketball player Jason Collins, swimmers Ari-Pekka Liukkonen and Ian Thorpe, American football player Michael Sam and many others have taken their turns coming out of the closet.

It has been more quiet in ice hockey, widely perceived as a ‘macho’ sport. In the whole world, only a handful of players that have done what Janne Puhakka did. The Danish goalkeeper Jon Lee-Olsen came out of the closet only some days ago. As far as is known, he is the only player to dare speak out during his active career.

Puhakka has been reading the news. Lee-Olsen’s gayness has been received well in Denmark.

Puhakka’s own experiences of Liiga are attached to one hockey club and 40 games. After that, he played one season in Mestis. [T/N: Second highest hockey league in Finland.] His experiences of locker rooms aren’t horrifyingly homophobic.

“But the hockey world is somehow behind. We wouldn’t have to spell this out over and over if everyone could naturally be themselves in the room.”

In Finland the conversation about gay hockey players has been agonizingly difficult. At times it has circled in downright tragicomic twists. Ex-goalkeeper and congressman representing the National Coalition Party Sinuhe Wallinheimo said in February 2014 that a gay player should hide his gayness in the locker room, so that the matter wouldn’t mess with the team’s chemistry and turn against the team. 

At that time, Wallinheimo was the president of the Finnish Ice Hockey Players’ Association. He received much criticism for his statement, and apologized. The issue is made strange by the fact that only a year earlier, it was Wallinheimo who had encouraged athletes to come out of the closet.

Former national team captain Juhani Tamminen said in the autumn of 2014 at a panel talk that in his multiple career decades he had never seen a gay person in the locker room. He also added that “little mice” wouldn’t make it in the sport. Later Tamminen added that he thinks gay people are welcome to the sport.

Now, the leading role in hockey’s “gay conversation” is taken by 24-year-old Janne Puhakka. He is making it calm, and is not looking for conflicts or cheap brownie points.

He does not want to comment Juhani Tamminen’s statement.

“I don’t know the origin of Tami’s comment or what he meant. But the idea of there not being queer people in locker rooms is silly.”

There are hundreds of players in Liiga. Statistically, there are several, even dozens of gay men among them. None of these players have chosen their sexual orientation, and gayness doesn’t affect their skills as hockey players, emphasizes Puhakka.

Puhakka doesn’t recognize Sinuhe Wallinheimo’s idea of gayness disturbing the atmosphere in the locker room, either. His own experiences say otherwise. Whenever he has told his friends of his sexuality, the reception has been positive without exception.

“And then, they might tell me something about their own life that was below the surface. That strengthens a team.”

An element of danger and even violence that’s missing from other sports has always been part of ice hockey. As late as the 1990s, the game would at times resemble warfare. Especially in the NHL, bone-crushers and goons dominated the rink.

Janne Puhakka’s contemporaries made lots of reforms in the hockey world. Along with rule changes, the sport has become more fast and skillful. The modern top player is a dexterous virtuoso, not a trouble-making macho. Gradually, the atmosphere and image of the sport are changing too. The internet’s highlight reels are comprised of impressive goals instead of heads rolling off bleeding.

Masculinity itself is more varied than before in the younger generation’s men. In the spring, people admired Kevin Lankinen’s reading hobby. Patrik Laine is a feared goal-scorer as well as a teetotaler. When the young national team won Junior World Championship gold in January of 2016, no player was caught making trouble drunk in public. Basketball player Lauri Markkanen has said he avoids eating red meat.

Janne Puhakka is gay. To his contemporaries this is no longer taboo. It isn’t necessarily even that interesting of a matter.

Still, Puhakka’s statement is only the beginning. Puhakka thinks it strange that he doesn’t know any other gay players who played in Liiga.

“I can imagine that there are players who want to talk about it, but don’t dare to, because they’re afraid for their job. Especially players outside of the top lines might feel uncertain.”

Puhakka himself had wanted to talk about his sexuality during his active career. He dreamed of breaking through and becoming a public figure. He mulled it over for three years.

“But I wasn’t that good of a player, that I could’ve been sure of keeping my job. That brought uncertainty.”

And Puhakka’s career ended earlier than he’d thought.

At some point Puhakka noticed, that some of his friends were heading into the NHL and the KHL. Puhakka played one season in France, and trained one more summer with the thought of finding somewhere fitting to play. A young player always wants to believe that one or two good seasons can change their whole career.

Eventually, he wanted to see what else he could do in life.

Now, he studies international business in Helsinki at Haaga Helia University of Applied Sciences and works in the fashion industry. His boyfriend works as a vet employed by the Norwegian salmon industry.

As a high-schooler Puhakka spent two years in Canada in QMJHL. At the same time he was doing his upper secondary school studies. The experience has been helpful later in his life.

“I learned self-discipline then. You can study alongside playing hockey, if you have the will and the energy for it.”

Puhakka told his own family about being gay at 19 years old. Their reception was straightforward and easy. Last June, he published a photo of himself and his partner on his Instagram account.

“A burden fell off my shoulders. I hoped that any hockey player would have contacted me. It would be cool to talk to someone who’s been in the same situation.”

Puhakka thinks it would be best if other players would come out after him. The bigger the names, the better. He wishes that no player would question their own talent because of their sexual orientation.

“If even one junior or adult player wrestling with this took something positive from this interview, I’m happy.”

[hzcleski]

hello friends! you probs know who i am already but if not hello! i’m sam aaand this is my newish muse! i played hal here for a minute one time but i’ve decided to give him a huuuuge revamp so character info is under the cut! lmk if you wanna plot! messaging me @ellvie​ is probably easiest!

╰☆╮ DYLAN O'BRIEN ─ HAL ZALESKI identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a FORMER OLYMPIAN/NHL PLAYER, and they’re only TWENTY THREE ! they’re said to be CAPABLE, but also TURBULENT. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE LEGACY in the tabloids.

quick disclaimer that this is a sideblog so i might post to the wrong account sometimes

other disclaimer a lot of my hockey information is from google ok

nathan harold zaleski jr was practically born with a pair of skates on, which makes sense considering his family is hockey royalty. his father is nathan harold zaleski sr, aka a legend and one of the biggest names in sports to this very day. olympic gold medalist several times over, beloved longtime defenseman for the toronto maple leafs, at the very peak of his career and married to a beautiful wealthy socialite when his only child was born.

listen...this is an au where the maple leafs are good or like, had one genuinely good star player in nathan sr. okay thanks for coming to my ted talk!

he’s got dual citizenship because he was born in canada even though he hasn’t lived there since he was ten, but his parents were us citizens, which doesn’t seem important but WAIT FOR IT

nathan jr, who would begin going by the nickname of hal early on in life, probably learned how to skate before he even learned how to walk because of course he did. his father’s intention was always to have another him. i mean for fuck’s sake they have the exact same name. hal’s purpose in life has never been in question, not by him or anyone who’s ever seen him play.

his natural talent for hockey became apparent from a very young age, which didn’t surprise anyone ofc. his father saw it as a sign and began pushing him even harder, hiring the very best trainers and coaches to help perfect his game while nathan sr focused on his own career.

except that he was running out of steam and fast. nothing happened like there was no huge scandal or career ending injury. nathan sr was just...getting old. fans were simply losing interest in him as newer and younger players joined the league and there was nothing he could really do about it except make sure his legacy lived on.

hal was ten years old when everything seemed to finally fall apart. his dad was hanging on to the very last threads of his career, let go from the maple leafs and almost certainly picked up by the new york rangers purely out of pity. meanwhile, hal’s parents finally divorced which he took almost alarmingly well for a ten year old, but it’s not like his parents were ever a shining example of a deep, loving marriage. they spent years settling the divorce, fighting back and forth while suing the shit out of each other across whole fuckin countries. lowkey they almost wound up being more famous for the legal drama than they were for hockey.

hal’s dad finally retired when he was twelve, won sole custody of him when he was fourteen, and pulled enough strings to get him a spot on the canadian hockey team dual citizenship! going to the 2010 vancouver winter olympics when he was just a teenager, making him one of the youngest players to ever compete in the games.

and canada won gold that year so hal was making history again in no time, being one of the youngest players to ever become a gold medalist in the winter olympics. now he didn’t actually see a lot of playing time that year. his skill was undeniable, but no one seemed to think that he was ready for the big time rush. tbh they probably weren’t wrong, but nevertheless his name and his win made an impression on everyone.

up until that point hal was homeschooled bc ofc education came second to hockey, but he always wanted to attend an actual school and he did! after his first olympics his dad finally sent him to the same private school in the city as all the other rich kids and it was...weird! he started in the middle of the year and was instantly an outsider among his classmates. everyone else had known each other all their lives so hal immediately at a disadvantage. it didn’t help that he’d never really...had a single friend before. tbh his peers were probably intimidated by him. he was just a high schooler and already an olympic gold medalist like...ofc no one wanted to be the person to go approach him and say hi.

played for canada again dual citizenship! at the 2014 winter olympics in sochi when he was eighteen and this time HE WAS THE STAR. absolutely at the top of his game. anyone who still thought that he was a joke before the games started shut up real quick when he won his second gold medal.

he got home and was eventually drafted into the nhl, so he sorta ditched school oops. technically he finished but like...barely since he went back to being tutored for the last few months.

several teams wanted him and tried to throw a shit ton of money at him, but hal settled on the new york rangers with a huge multi million dollar deal

he quickly stole hearts on and off the ice. whether fans admired his skill or followed him during the olympics or remembered his father, for one reason or another he was winning people over left and right. unsurprisingly he’d go on to win the 2014-2015 rookie of the year award, presented to him by the president of the nhl and everything.

he did not attend the 2018 winter olympics in pyeongchang as the nhl famously refused to release their players. hal himself was a major part of the uproar. the whole country of canada dual citizenship! practically threw a fucking fit bc the nhl was disqualifying their star player from winning them their third gold medal in a row and hey big surprise...canada didn’t win gold in 2018 :)

hal’s in the middle of his fifth i think? year of pro hockey rn and so far his career has been solid. his dad is really pushing him to sign with a “better team” and he has gotten offers, but he isn’t really interested. he likes playing for new york & he likes living in new york. maybe someday....maybeeee....but for right now he’s happy with where he is.

okay now for some fast facts!

literally always looks like he just got into a fight, probably bc he just did during his last game. is usually sporting some injury like a black eye or split lip or cut cheek. fortunately hasn’t completely given in to the hockey player stereotype by getting all of his fuckin teeth knocked out...yet

notice that i hardly mentioned his mom? that about sums up their relationship tbh. hal was practically raised by nannies and trainers. his mom always had some brunch or gala or public appearance she was far more invested in. literally she didn’t even really...want custody of him when she divorced his dad, but she claimed to just to be petty and give nathan sr an even more difficult time. yeah they kinda hate each other now and since hal has always been closer to his dad, his mom isn’t even really that interested in seeing him lmao. she’ll call like once a month and invites him to brunch if she happens to be in the city, but ngl hal probably hasn’t seen her in like...a couple years at the least. he’s not really broken up about it either.

right so...walking talking endless pit of daddy issues? you bet! just because hal prefers his dad doesn’t mean that they get along or that his dad is a good person. he still has his perfect public image and he isn’t complete garbage but...yeah their relationship is extremely toxic. he’s always been very harsh with hal, pushing him and pushing him to be the best bc nothing he accomplishes is ever good enough.

so what if he's won two olympic gold medals? so what if he was rookie of the year? so what if he’s considered one of the best and most beloved players in the nhl? he can do more, he can be even better. his dad is a constant voice in his head even though he’s always around anyway. he never misses a game or an opportunity to point out hal’s every flaw.

ofc as a result hal’s always been very hard on himself. every single day of his entire life has been spent basing his self worth off what his father thinks of him. it was awful for his self esteem bc no fucking duh.

HOWEVER. it isn’t public knowledge at this time, but as of right now? hal’s relationship with his father is falling apart faster and faster by the moment. they’re a ticking time bomb & it’s literally only a matter of time before they explode yikes!

fortunately hal could sorta sense the direction things were heading and did something about it. he finally moved out when the hockey season started back in october and he’s been feeling better ever since. like he has more control over his life even though his dad is still WAY too involved.

personality: a douchebag who means no harm, mostly because he's never really trying to be a jerk. tends to come across as a typical meathead jock for good reason bc that’s exactly who he is. in conversation he's usually very blunt and a little awkward bc he’s still learning how to socialize with others. hockey is basically his whole life so it’s all he knows how to talk about, which can either be endearing or annoying. a genius hockey player, but a ditz in every other area. very short - tempered and impulsive. always means well and wants the best for those he cares about, but might go about expressing those feelings in a weird way bc he was never taught how to properly deal with his emotions.

CONNECTIONS

family

step sibling he grew up with - sabrina miller

paternal cousins - warren daily and wren daily

cousin by marriage - rosalind cox

maternal cousin - open. his mom is polish for reference!

romantic

girlfriend - genesis iver

ex fiancée - ginny baker

ex on good terms - margo massey

ex who cheated on him - isla thompson

former fwb - amethyst armenta, open to more.

former toxic on / off relationship - reese monroe

exes, open to more.

hal has a ton of other exes and i don’t feel like listing them tbh all so i’m just gonna assume that y’all know who you are ok

platonic

best friend 5ever - marialena goldstein

confidant - open.

family friends - sullivan ramsey, open to more.

childhood friends - open to more.

close friends - open to more.

friends - mia kauri, chance kauri, theo cannon, angel almeida, open to more.

bickering friends - open to more.

workout buddy - open.

negative

on bad terms - kennedy drakos, jay weston, open to more.

these are just a few plot ideas! i’m most definitely open to other stuff so if you have any ideas please free to share! i think that’s enough from me soooo yeah! mssg me if you wanna plot & as always i’m super excited to write with everyone!

[knightdenver]

➤ Is that KJ APA on campus? Oh no, that’s KNIGHT DENVER. From HONOLULU HAWAII, the 19 year old has come to study PSYCHOLOGY with a MINOR in CIVIC AND COMMUNITY ENGAGEMENT. Rumor has it he is PASSIONATE and WITTY, but SKEPTICAL and COMPLEX, which is why he is known as THE WILD CARD. He resides at DELTA PSI BETA and is the SOCIAL CHAIR, Knight is here on a BASKETBALL scholarship and can’t wait to graduate. ◄

tw: alcohol, tw: underage pursuing, tw: cps

background;

knight’s name came in a dream, it is hawaiian tradition for grandmothers - especially with first born.

his name means warrior, which when he was a little kid he was called red warrior or red knight because of his hair.

was born on july 4th, so he is a cancer through and through

born and raised in honolulu hawaii, his family belongs to a samoan tribe

he originally attended UCLA for basketball, but transferred to monarch university in the spring semester of last year

his dad, Keanu - goes by ke (pronounced key) is full blooded hawaiian and samoan from both his parents.

mother, claudia, was a model in nyc trying to find her way as a teenager who was kicked out of her home when her parents didn’t support her career.

she met, Keanu when she was 18 and after a few months of dating, they fell pregnant with Knight. He was their first of 8 kids to come.

claudia was raised so strictly, that the island life was a breath of fresh air. her and knight’s dad met on a cruise ship, she thought he was just another passenger as she was working during the summer but she soon found out it was part of the family’s resort offerings.

the denver family owns ebay and resorts, along with tons of land in hawaii, air bnbs, their own slices of paradises.

what made him him;

sports were always his favorite. with his name meaning warrior, growing up the golden state warriors along with the denver nuggets were his favorite basketball teams. now he of course loves the golden knights hockey team and their go to football team in hawaii is the 49ers. sports are his life, he was always super active as a kid and played both football and basketball. at only 6′0, it was a tough choice of which sport to choose after high school ended, but he decided he wanted to be the next steph curry and his father put in calls for management. 

knight had a personal trainer since he was 14, his own workout room, a pretty strict regiment and lives a pretty healthy lifestyle. the boy is all about fresh fruits and veggies, fishing, hunting, appreciating what he eats.

a big part of being hawaiian is the spiritual culture they have, picking a church, they believe in four gofs and sundays are usually filled with lots of events after service if you have the time to attend. usually sports were scheduled around these so that all kids had sundays free. now, in college, he finds himself questioning his religious and spiritual beliefs. but he his a man of the ocean, water calms him and helps him. music is also something he likes to listen to in order to escape his thoughts and doubts.

making friends isn’t hard for knight, he’s super outgoing and always takes an interest into what his friends are into so they always have someone to talk with.

one of his best friends since days playing kick the can, kaymen was raised by a single mom who was never around. she used drugs often and once they got into high school, she let her son kaymen throw parties and would even purchase them kegs and alcohol in exchange for drugs.

now, knight has smoked, but never was interested in heavier stuff. his dad would always remind him about drug test with sports and he didn’t want to fall into a habit that many kids parents he saw had.

at one party that kaymen was having on a random wednesday night, knight was only 14 when kaymen’s mom started flirting with him. it was weird to say the least. she wasn’t much of a mother figure and all she cared about was her next high, she had 3 kids that lived wondering where there next meal would come from. knights family took them in often without a question, would feed them, figure out a reason to drop off pizzas or food to last them a while.

but then when kaymen’s mom was starting to really go after knight, send him texts and pictures, grope him at parties and even spiked his drink once to try and take advantage of him....things changed.

cps got involved because knight told his mom and dad, they immediately called the cops and his best friend and his siblings were taken away all together. kaymen was pissed at knight, some guys didn’t understand why knight didn’t take it as a compliment and it was just hard. he felt like he lost a piece of himself with that entire situation, but thankfully once he turned 18, kaymen was able to reach out again and they don’t talk about his mom, but he lives in washington state with family and is really proud and thankful for knight doing what he had, it saved him and his siblings from the torture and hell they were going through that no one knew about.

college student;

knight is used to getting away with things because he is on the basketball team, here on a scholarship and he isn’t really book smart?

hes more street and common sense smart, he knows a lot about a lot but when it comes to studying, especially math, this boy sucks. he doesn’t get when or where in life he’ll ever need it, especially since his phone has a calculator.

being social chair is something that was pretty much invented for knight. he loves recruiting people for the frat, loves throwing parties and coming up with weird themes.

psychology and personal, community and civic engagement studies is what knight is studying. he wants to become a social worker and make differences in children’s lives. he doesn’t want kids stuck in situations with absent parents or any aged child being taken advantage of in any situation. he’s pretty sure that even though he wants to go pro as a basketball player, he’s still going to figure out a way to help kids in need every day.

love & friend life;

knight is a guy’s guy. he loves his friends, going all out for them and making sure he’s there whenever they need to vent, go on car rides or get out the house.

saturdays are for the boys, he loves gaming, surfing, taking advantage of southern california weather, beaching it up, exploring all of that.

hawaii is by far the best place ever and a certain petite, raven hair girl made him fall in love with it more once she arrived in his life. rosalicia silva had and has him simping with no shame. she was his first everything and if he had it his way, she’d be the last as well.

but they don’t see eye to eye on the future. which is tough, but now they’re together at the same school, both transferred at the same time and he has no doubt in his mind that fate brought them back together and this is going to now be their greatest adventure.

knight can surprise you, its why he’s the wild card. he can make you laugh, has the best puns, doesn’t show off how loaded he is but will always pick up the tab.

working out buddies are very much needed. also if you have a puppy, you get like, 10 bonus points forever. he’s in love with animals, especially dogs and isn’t afraid to show it.

super good with kids seeing as he is the oldest of 8, but is also protective in ways like a brother to most that he cares about.

random things;

his family has 3 dogs; rocky, lilo and stitch

the names and ages of his siblings goes; Knight, (19 as of July) Alaia (sister) who is 16, Kapono (brother nicknamed Kap) who is 14, Niko (brother) who recently turned12, Keile (sister, pronounced ka-lei-e) is 9, Cora (sister) 6, Miliana (sister, nicknamed Milli) is 4 going on 14, and the youngest Denver child is Jagger (brother) who just turned 2.

his favorite drinks are IPA beers, summer shandy, imported beers from hawaii, sweet drinks, shots of jager or whiskey

his family has a custom built mansion in honolulu, they have big time money, and his family also has a home in laguna beach for when they visit or want to be in the southern california area. they also have a condo in LA

the resort that his parents, grandparents and close immediate family owns & runs is the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach Resort. extended family on another island owns the Grand Hyatt Kaui Resort and Spa. knight is set up to have his own vacation home on a lot of land he picked out once he graduated high school on his 

knight is super good at everything he does, like active and physically. he can skate board, bike, ride rtv’s, even motorbike and is working on motorcycling.

drives a truck.

was allowed at an early age to get tattoo’s because it’s hawaiian tradition and most of his tatt’s are family based or done by family and close friends in hawaii.

his immediate family has over 100 members with cousins, aunts and uncles that he often gets them messed up.

open for all connections!

[auradonuniversity]

Meet The Halcyon. They’re the child of Anna and Kristoff, a sophomore at Auradon University and hails from Auradon. Some say they look like MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL and they’re TAKEN.

Name: Fjord Bjorman

Age: 20 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: tbd

Occupation:  Food Delivery Driver

Extra Curricular and Clubs: Acapella, Band and AU F.M

Major: Major in Archaeological Studies and Minor in Music

Biography

From the moment Fjord Bjorman opened his eyes to the world, there was definitely something special about him. Youngest child of Anna and Kristoff, there was no doubt in the world that the boy would grow up surrounded by love and warmth. It was basically guaranteed - with loving parents, two siblings to run after, and an aunt and cousin nearby to spend countless hours with; Fjord would never be alone and never want for anything. The only thing that nobody was counting on was how boisterous the boy could be. Jovial and with an infectious warmth, Fjord was that kid that radiated happiness and light. It was said throughout Arendelle that it was very hard to be anything but cheerful around the boy.

He had always been a ray of sunshine - happy-go-lucky, carefree and rather spirited. His mother had often commented on how Fjord’s smile could light up a room, and pretty soon the comment was attached to his voice. Ever since he’d found his father’s lute something had clicked within him. Music, it would become one of his great loves in life. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the gentle plucking of the lute from his bedroom window, where the boy would sit with his legs draping over the sill, not a care in the world, as he plucked away at the shabby old instrument.

The older he got, the more his personality quirks caused a bit of trouble. While his boisterous attitude had been cute when he was a child, there were times when it became a bit of a nuisance when he was older. Fjord had a particular dislike of rules and a lack of the ability to behave himself. You set boundaries, he would break them; and his parents had a hard time reining the wild child in. He spent more time out in the woods, running with the reindeer and exploring every nook and cranny of the surrounding areas, than within close range of the town’s limits. He’d once made an attempt to climb the North Mountain, wanting to have an adventure like his parents had, until they forbid him from going that far. Didn’t stop him from pushing the limits to these restrictions and going as far as he was physically able to go.

His adventures outside of Arendelle proper lead him to be so close to the trolls who had adopted his father and Sven years ago - Bulda declaring that she was going to keep Fjord just as she had Kristoff when he was young. The trolls taught Fjord many things - about life, about people, some things about love. But they also told him stories of magic, and of the world beyond, stories of ancient times and civilizations and their grand feats. These stories in particular intrigued the young boy, who had grown a deep love and appreciation for the secret histories only the trolls knew. He’d spend hours among them, listening to Grand Pabbie and learning from his wise words. As the years went by, it seemed that Fjord was more at home with the trolls than he was with his own family back home.

Never one to have trouble fitting in, the choice to go to Auradon University after four years ‘slaving away’ at Auradon Prep seemed like a logical step. Where he had boasted throughout all of high school that his garage band, Ragnar Rock, was going to become the next big thing in all of the kingdoms, Fjord instead followed the encouragement of his troll relatives and decided to study ancient civilizations. He is minoring in music, but his ultimate goal is to become an archaeologist - to unearth the secrets of the past and shed light on the ancient heritage from long before he and his peers’ famous parents’ days. There are more fairy tales hidden in the past, he knows this, and he wants to uncover all of these things. Of course that’s in the future - if he can manage to focus on studies. It’s kind of hard when AU is teeming with an active social scene where wild parties and fun is to be had at every corner. He’s just a sophomore, and intends to get the most of the college scene during his first couple years before he has to settle down and focus on those dreams of his.

Character Traits

positive: affable, care free, spontaneous  negative: inconsiderate, oblivious, boisterous

Headcanons

As a son of Kristoff, Fjord is a fan of ice. Ice Skating. Ice Sculpting. Ice Harvesting. Ice was just kind of part of the package. When he was really little, he used to say he would become an Ice Harvester like his dad, and would go with him on ice cutting trips. It wasn’t until he found his father’s lute, and then eventually spent more time with the trolls, that he would change his mind about following in his father’s footsteps. But his opinion on ice in general changed drastically when he’d fallen and injured himself while ice skating with his family. A fractured wrist wasn’t a big deal, but it was almost the end of the world to the self-proclaimed “greatest lute player of all time”. He thought his life was over. Since recovering, he’s stayed very far from ice and has officially dropped any plans to take on the ice harvesting gig with his dad.

As the youngest of three - and to a princess who had not ascended any throne - Fjord isn’t really pent up to be the prince of anything. He doesn’t care to date princesses, or for royal matchmaking. He wants to find true love and he doesn’t care who that’s with. Just like his mom, who found true love with a socially inept ice harvester whose best friend is a reindeer - Fjord is all about real human connection. That being said, he’s incredibly non-committal and doesn’t get to know people very far beyond the surface level. He also doesn’t want to fall in love with the first person to come by and give him attention; he’s heard one too many times how that ended up for his mom and he’s not about to get his heart frozen for some self-centered royal with double motives.

Fjord had decided to take on a lot of odd jobs when he was a teenager, saving up every penny he earned. His adventurous side matched with the growing archaeologist in him meant he wanted to explore every inch of the kingdom. When he was old enough to afford a vehicle, he went out and got the shabbiest thing he could and fixed it up. And then he started saving up again, putting every scrap away for his adventures. Summer after senior year at Auradon Prep, he set off on his first road trip, passing through as many kingdoms as he could and seeking out the best historical spots within. It’s becoming a thing for him - he works several jobs while juggling school and saves all his earnings so that during every break he can take a trip somewhere. It’s only pushed the distance between him and some of his family members, because Fjord is out there trying to learn all he can. He longs for the day he’s free to travel all over the place, to learn about all the cultures and their unique histories. Currently he’s got a bucket list of places to visit, including Olympus, Egypt, India and Machu Picchu.

On his eighteenth birthday he gifted himself with his very first tattoo, and become a little addicted. He’s amassing tattoos at the speed of light, with the goal to eventually be covered in them. Most of his tattoos are reference to the stories the trolls have told him, or based on doodles some of his friends had drawn on his arms during classes or hang outs. His favorite tattoo is a set of runic letters over his heart. Ever the mama’s boy, they spell out Anna, because at this rate the only girl who will ever truly have his heart completely is his mother.

Connections

The Icarian: Freshmen gotta stick together, right? Everyone needs a pal to get through the wild ride that is freshmen year and The Icarian found a best friend in The Halcyon. The two have a lot in common and their shared interests left them with a brotherly bond that freshmen only hope for during their first year. And especially during rush week.

The Academic: The Academic and The Halcyon have never been close. It’s not that they dislike each other or anything, they just don’t have much in common. The Academic might hold up in the library all day to read a thrilling murder mystery, whereas The Halcyon might spend 12 hours playing video games. There’s just nothing they have in common to bond over, at least none that the two have found.

The Reticent: Everyone has been wondering how the royal’s and villain’s were going to coexist under this new rules, and when The Halcyon and The Reticent literally bumped into each other on the first day of orientation week, no one knew what to expect. But The Halcyon has no interest in digging up old issues, especially their parent’s issues, so they apologized and kept walking, much to The Reticent’s surprise.

[the-mob-brat]

Thaddeus & Elisa Detroit Tommy Lee Jones & Jessica Lange

The parents of the Detroit siblings. Elisa is a known socialite, and had a very strong presence in her younger days in Upper New York City society. She met Thaddeus one day in a diner, when he was there with a group of friends. The two dated for a while before he revealed to her what it was his family did. Elisa got over the idea quickly, and agreed to marry him without hesitation. Thaddeus is a ruthless businessman and Elisa has raised her kids to know that family always comes first. They’re supportive of their children, if not a little set in their ways. Thaddeus is a little homophobic, but could get better...

Dominick Detroit Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

The oldest of the Detroit siblings. Nicky has a passion for politics, and has had a part in them ever since he could first join student council. In highschool, Nicky used to play baseball, and is particularly handy with a baseball bat, a fact he’s had to remind people of before...Especially when they messed with his little sister. Nicky is a pretty nice man, and enjoys the arts, which is a platform he often talks about during his campaigns, wanting to work on funding schools, museums, and theaters. Nicky was House Minority Whip at one point, then Governor, and is currently a New York Senator. He has distanced himself from the “family business” as much as he can, though he knows his father is starting to think that he’s become a bit of a liability. Nicky has tried to be smart, and made Evangeline his Healthcare Proxy, just to be safe. Nicky was in a car accident with Helena Tate one night, totaling his car. Luckily, him and Helena were fine. Kingsley has a pretty good idea of who was responsible, though he knows the goal was to eliminate Nicky, not just put him out of service for a bit.

Relationships Helena Tate: The Prima Ballerina of the New York City Ballet Company. Helena and Nicky first met during a performance of Giselle, during which Helena played the title role. Nicky fell head over heels for her, and made sure not to miss a single performance during the season, unless he was out of town. The two began seeing each other after he met her outside of the theater.

Evangeline Detroit: Nicky’s youngest sibling, and only sister. He adores Evangeline, and even suggested to their dad that he take her under his wing to become head of the family, since Nicky had other things he wanted to do. Nicky once took his bat to a boy, shattering his shin bones when he broke up with Evangeline and made her cry. No one can prove he did it, though.

Kingsley Detroit Alexander Skarsgard

The middle child of the Detroit children. Kingsley is known to be a bit aggressive, if not a bit reserved. An odd combination. Kingsley has always been a bit indifferent to the family business, and had no interest in taking over, and also had no interest in the Hotel business they had. Kingsley wanted to make his own way, and figured out how to do that. Once, Thaddeus did make Kingsley kill someone, which made Kingsley very ill for several days. Nicky and their mother both yelled at Thaddeus for this, to which he responded that if Kingsley wasn’t going to do anything helpful, he would be better off finding another family. Eventually, this changed, when it was realized that Kingsley had a good head for numbers. He runs some of the books for the family, in an attempt to try and have something to do with the family so his father won’t look down at him at every single family get together.

Relationships Hadley Sparks: A beautiful young lady who was hired at PURE. Kingsley thinks she’s incredibly talented and is head over heels for Hadley. He isn’t sure about too much of her past, but is willing to take the time to learn about her.

Evangeline Detroit Holliday Grainger

The youngest of the Detroit siblings. Evangeline is the Heiress to the Detroit fortune and the chain of hotels that her family owns. She is also the future head of the Family Business. She’s beautiful and smart, and knows how to work her way around anything. Evangeline, like her mother, feels that family should always come first. Just like her mother, she’s become a well known NYC socialite. Evangeline is often mistaken for being a dumb blonde, and men often try to take advantage of her “simplicity”, especially when it comes to business. She likes seeing the shock on their faces when she schools them on the contracts that they try to get her to sign. 

Relationships Robin Wells: Evangeline’s bodyguard. Robin hasn’t exactly been subtle, hitting on the woman mercilessly. She loves being around Evan, though. She tries not to be too obvious when they’re in around Evan’s family.

Hadley Sparks Amber Heard

A young woman who works at Pure. Hadley is beautiful, and everyone can see that. The other girls are a little jealous of her, though they’re never bitter. Hadley had a rough childhood, bumping around in foster care. Kingsley doesn’t know too much about her. She had a very sordid past, which may have included turning tricks.

Relationships Kingsley Detroit: Hadley’s boss, and lover. Kingsley was more than eager to sleep with Hadley, but tried not to make his feelings towards her too obvious. He wants to know all about her.

Robin Wells Gal Gadot

An only child. Not much is known about Robin, other than Thaddeus hired her off the street, seeing her get in a fight with a group of men. She’s well liked among the guards and goons, but does act a little more stuck up compared to them. 

Relationships Evangeline Detroit: Her boss’ daughter. Robin’s had her eye on her for a while, and ended up seducing Evangeline. The two are dating behind Thaddeus’ back, trying not to get caught.

Jerome Tate & Marilyn Tate Malcolm MacDowell &  Frances Conroy

Jerome is an Englishman who came to America in his early years. He started working almost as soon as he was old enough, picking up everything from painting fences to running food at local diners. Eventually, he got ahold of a plane and began Tate airlines. Marilyn, a stuck in her way Irishwoman, came to America in her late teens, her father the owner of a small hotel. Marilyn and Jerome met one night in a bar, and began seeing each other. When they married, the couple took over the Hotel chain and began Tate Hotel & Airline. They’re not exactly the perfect married couple, but they’re still married, at least...Their marriage seems to have become one moreso of convenience than of love over time.

James Tate Sam Heughan

The eldest of the Tate siblings. James is very level headed and enjoys the family business. He’s taken over from his parents, already, running both the main business and the underworld business. He doesn’t like the Detroits much, but tries not to cross them, since the two families have always sort of stayed out of each others’ ways, and Thaddeus is a very...formidable enemy. James married Cathleen Tate right out of highschool, just before they found out she was pregnant. James isn’t exactly shy about how their marriage is purely for the sake of Bethany.

Relationships Cathleen Tate: James’ wife, The two met in highschool and were the “perfect” couple. Homecoming King & Queen, Prom King & Queen. She was popular and so was he, playing on the football team. They did the logical thing, getting married right out of highschool. Cathleen became pregnant with their daughter. Cathleen is usually off on vacations, staying out of James’ hair.

Orla Tate Alexandra Breckenridge

The middle of the Tate children. She’s beautiful and elegant, but has a temper. Orla has always been a hardworking young lady, having started figure skating when she was young. She works hard to be great, and knows that she WAS great. A lot of people fear Orla’s rage, knowing that she won’t hesitate to throw a punch. She’s taken down grown men before. Unfortunately, Orla shattered her leg knee during a performance. Though she still can skate, she’s instead become a coach, knowing better than to try to push herself that hard. She’s softened a little over the years, but her rage is still...something else.

Relationships Axton Shields: A man who works at the hotel. He buses tables in the in-hotel restaurant, but will sometimes fill in for the crooner. Orla likes being around him, and he keeps up with her sex drive pretty easily.

Helena Tate Sophie Turner

The youngest and possibly most beloved of the Tate children. Helena has had a passion for ballet since she was a toddler and her mother enrolled her in classes at the School of American Ballet. She attended the Summer Intensive at Julliard as a teenager, and has been a part of the New York City Ballet company for many years. She’s a very popular ballerina, and easily catches men’s eyes. Helena is more reserved than the rest of the family, though she can’t help but act her age sometimes. She’s not a teenager anymore, but she’s still young, and she wants to have fun.

Relationships Nicky Detroit: A senator who Helena met during one of her performances. The two became fast friends and even faster lovers. Nicky is head over heels for her, and she’s just as crazy about him. They get on impossibly well. He’s never missed a performance.

Bethany Tate Brec Bassinger

James & Cathleen’s daughter. Bethany just wants to have fun and be a teenager, but it’s hard when both of her parents are on her ass. Bethany wants to join the football team, but is currently doing figure skating, under her aunt’s coaching. She hates it, but it too afraid to speak up and tell them. She goes out and parties with friends all the time late at night.

Axton Shields Levi Stocke

A young man who works at Tate Hotel. He’s got a bit of an attitude but loves the nights when the crooner doesn’t show up, because those are the nights he gets to take over. It’s worth busing dishes for a chance to do something he loves. Axton is, generally, a pretty nice guy. But he’s not afraid to result to a bit of underhandedness to get what he wants and what he needs. He’s pretty good at slight of hand...

Relationships Orla Tate: Axton’s...girlfriend? they’re not exactly sure what they are, but they’re definitely fucking. Axton likes Orla a lot and is happy that he can keep up with her...demanding sex  drive. Her attitude doesn’t bother him at all.

Olivia Salzmann: Axton’s ex. They were dating seriously for a while until she got pregnant. Their relationship became strained, and they agreed it was better to break up. They agreed to have his name on the birth certificate. But Olivia let her parents have full custody. She really doesn’t care about her.

Ophelia Shields-Salzmann: Axton’s daughter. He isn’t super close with her, though they know each other. He didn’t want to be completely absent in her life, and visits every other weekend. They have a strange bond. Axton’s name is on her birth certificate, but her grandparents have custody. She sees her dad more than her mom, though, who really doesn’t care about her. Opehlia has asked, more than once, to live with Axton. He just doesn’t want her to, but knows better than to say that to a fourteen year old.

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Chris Kreider #1

Anonymous said: Can I ask for a Chris Kreider imagine and can it be about him taking his kids to team practice and the guys making fun of him cuz there are like five or six of them and then the reader pops up and she’s pregnant again!

A/N: literally i was like ‘who is this guy again’ and looked up his tag and was like ‘omg its the guy who used to kiss talbys helmet!!!’ lol well i hope u liked it :) also writing this was a different POV was weird and sorry if it was weird to read or anything

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The fact the Kreider family was big wasn’t new news. So knowing the four kids would be skating around the ice rink, the oldest three in their hockey gear, everyone was happy enough to have the little ones on the ice. With practice over, a few Rangers stayed behind and hung out with Chris and his kids. 

“Kaitlyn is playing next year,” Chris told his teammate, and friend, Derek Stephan. They were standing at the blue line, watching as the third oldest Kreider kid - and youngest girl - skating up and a puck to shoot at Hendrik. He was nice enough to stay behind and let the kids have some fun with a goalie in the net. 

“She’s almost six now, hey?” Derek questioned. 

“Yup, she’s almost as tall as her sister now though,” Chris stated. 

“That’s cause she got your height, while Izzy got Y/N’s,” the two men laughed. 

“It’s like the height gene always skipped a kid,” Chris noted. His eldest son, Michael, was tall for his age as well. He was turning 13 this year and he could pass as 16 most days. And everyone knew he probably had another couple inches to go too. 

“Poor Jamie,” Derek said, referring to the youngest of the Kreider clan. 

“He’ll get my good looks though, so he’ll be good,” Chris joked before skating off towards where his three oldest were skating around the goalie net. Each one was carelessly shooting at Henrik, he only saved one out the the many shots, and had the kids laughing at his ridiculous reaches and lunges for each puck. 

“Mikey,” Chris called for his eldest, “Derek said he’d go through some puck handling if you hurry your butt over to him,” 

“Sick,” the pre-teen said before skating over towards Derek. Suddenly Chris and the two girls were joined by Mats. He played with a puck, hitting it through Kaitlyn’s legs and causing her to nearly fall as she tried to watch him skate around her. 

“Heard someone’s playing hockey this year,” Mats smiled to the little blonde haired girl. They had been favourite of each other since she was born basically. Just like how Derek and Michael clicked pretty instantly too. 

“Yeah!” Kaitlyn cheered. 

“Gunna kick some butt, kid?” Mats asked, coming to a stop beside her now. 

“Mom said I’m not allowed to fight the other kids,” she said. 

Mats chuckled and looked up at where Chris was watching the two, “yeah, don’t go being like your dad, or you’ll get in trouble with your mom for sure,” he said. Chris rolled his eyes but then turned his attention to his eldest daughter, Caroline, who was playing with a puck and looking just a little lonely since Hendrik’s had left the net. Chris hit her stick, getting possession of the puck she was using. 

“Dad,” she groaned. She had just turned 11 and was already acting like a whiney pre-teen. Chris and Y/N weren’t looking forward to the teen years with any of your kids, except many Jamie cause he was a little angel - but he was also almost 5 years old and got away with a lot too.

“Come get the puck, Car,” he said while skating off at a slow pace. She started to skate after him, poking him with her stick as he managed to keep it away from her. He rounded the corner of the rink wide, getting around where Michael and Derek were hanging out, and that’s when Caroline got the puck back. 

“Ha!” She laughed and came to a stop, only to make a turn and start skating back down the ice again. 

Chris smirked and went after her again, picking up speed much easier than she did and was in front of her in an instant. Being the usual bully that he is, he pushed her into the board and then knocked away at the puck. He was surprised at first by the fight his daughter was putting up, but soon enough the puck was on his tape and he pushed it around the board. 

“Dad!” She groaned again but went after it while Chris laughed. 

“Chris!” Y/N shouted across the ice, causing his attention to fall on her as she had the youngest Kreider standing at the bench in a pair of skates. Jamie had only been on the ice a few times now, so he needed all the help to learn still. 

“Hey buddy,” Chris smiled at the chubby-cheeks, and his little baby, while staking up to where he was being held at his hood by his mother. “Ready to skate?”

“Yeah,” Jamie nodded and wasted no time stepping down onto the ice. Chris was quick to help him, holding his hands while he stood there and looked up at his wife. She was watching her youngest with worried eyes, probably checking that his helmet was on tight enough before she put him in full care with Chris. 

She had her hand resting on her swollen stomach, her gaze now on the rink where she took in the rest of her children on the ice. At 16 weeks pregnant, she was showing and glowing that was for sure. She could no longer hide her belly, instead it was hard to miss the growing bump as she got changed every morning. Today her grey t-shirt clung to the belly and she and Chris were telling people the good news. 

“How are they doing?” She asked, looking at her husband now. He watched at Mikey and Derek continued to play around with some basic practice drills. 

“They’re good,” he replied. She smiled and brought her left hand to his face, the large diamond ring shined under the lights of the arena and caused a flutter of butterflies in her pregnant belly. 

Each day she woke up feeling blessed. Well, some days she also felt sick due to pesky morning sickness - she only had it with her girls so it was making her feel as though the fifth Kreider kids was going to be a female. Another blonde beauty for the world, or Mats, to love. Chris thought she was just being silly though, but also he was just hoping for another boy. No matter the gender though, Y/N was simply happy. 

She was married to her best friend, and they were raising a pretty damn great family. Michael was showing lots of potential in his hockey, and getting great grade with he was at it. Caroline enjoyed the sport, but had joined her schools volleyball team and never shut up about her upcoming games during dinners. Kaitlyn was excited to start up hockey, saying she wanted to be just like her daddy, while her teachers were saying she could skip a grade because of how smart she was. And little Jamie, well he was always smiling or laughing and always slept through the night and ate his vegetables so Y/N wasn’t complaining one bit. 

“How are you doing?” Chris asked, his eyes soft as he felt a constant worry for his pregnant wife. She smiled and brushed the pad of her thumb on his cheek. 

“I’m good,” she replied. “I’m going to go sit up there with Stephanie,” 

Derek and Stephanie’s kids were right behind Y/N, going around the bench and to the other door to skate onto the ice. The two boys were closer to the Kreider girls ages, and that meant there was always teasing and taunting of how they were going to get married one day. Caroline and Max clearly had some sort of crush on each other, while Kaitlyn and Logan were more like cousins. Simply because of the many times Chris or Derek had to run into a room after hearing Logan crying, finding Kaitlyn either beating him up or that she had taken something from him. 

“Alright,” Chris nodded. He leaned forward and pecked his wives lips before turning his attention to the eager child in his hands. 

“Y/N is pregnant?” Mats asked while staking up to Chris and Jamie - who were slowly getting the hang of things. Y/N was walking up the stairs and taking a seat next to Stephanie, who was quick to give her a hug in greeting. 

“Yeah,” Chris nodded with a smile on his lips. 

“Wow, congrats man,” Mats smiled. 

“Thanks,” 

“Just can’t stop knocking her up hey?” 

“I mean, you’ve seen her right?” Chris questioned, his wife was gorgeous and everyone knew it. “Actually don’t answer that, don’t think about my wife that way,” 

Mats through up his hands in surrender. Chris laughed but then brought his full attention to the newest skater of his children. Little Jamie was doing well, even letting his dad let go of his hands a few times. Which Chris took as a good sign and was even able to go bug Caroline while Jamie skated on his own beside them. 

“Hey,” Derek skated up to Chris, making sure to not disrupt Jamie who was doing so well. “Congrats on another one of these hooligans, buddy,”

“Thanks,” Chris smiled. 

“Trying to make your own hockey team?” He joked. 

Chris laughed, “I think we’ll be done after this one.” 

“Well, I’m happy for you man,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” Chris nodded and then skated up and grabbed ahold of Jamie. He lifted him off the ice and skated around as he laughed in his arms. “You’re doing pretty good, bud,” 

“I can skate like you,” 

Chris laughed and let put him down so his skates touched the ice agian, but kept his hands under his arms and skated fast. Jamie laughed as Chris skated them around the ice, he called out on each one of his siblings that he saw as the skated past them. Soon enough the whole clan was skating around the rink, trying to catch their dad and youngest brother. 

Y/N sat in one of the seats of MSG and watched as her kids skated around with her husband. She kept a hand planted on her belly while she smiled at the group of them. She loved all five with all her heart, and knew that having another was the right thing. She and Chris couldn’t wait to add another to their happy and health family. She was living a dream, with the best husband and best kids she could ever wish for.