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"👽" — Drew Starkey on Instagram (April 07, 2023)

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[wolves-on-ice]

1. I hear them calling for you

Harry was never the fastest player nor the strongest. But he trained twice as hard as anyone he knew. He was always first on the ice and the last to leave the gym. He knew every play by heart and every opponent player by name. He knew the weakest link in defense and what to say on the rink to rile up the rival team and hype or soothe his teammates.     

“Styles,” coach whistled, and Harry rose his head from the bench where he was tying his skates, “how are you feeling?”     

Like a shit. Harry wanted to reply, but instead, he just gave the coach thumbs-up. His knee still hurt, but the season was starting soon, and he didn’t want to miss any training with newbies. He had a reputation to uphold, same with his centre position in the first line. “Helen cleared me last week,” Harry said back instead.     

“That wasn’t what I asked, so try again but without hiding under PT’s skirt,” coach smirked.     

“I haven’t seen Helen in a skirt like ever, coach,” Niall shouted from the goal and laughed when three pucks flew in his direction. Instead of trying to block them, he just started yelling and hid behind the goal. Harry hopped on the ice and skated towards the coach.    

After six weeks of mandatory rest, the ice beneath his skates felt like a breath of fresh air in his lungs. Like riding a bike. Harry thought.    

“I’m ok. I’ll see her twice a week for some exercises, but I can jump into training just fine.”     

“Glad to hear that, boy. But I don’t want to see you going one hundred per cent, at least until the first match,” the coach put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “I mean it. Besides, I need to see how the new blood will fit in. So, take it easy.” Harry just nodded, and with a final pat on the shoulder, he pushed himself to skate to the blue line. There were drills to run.     

After an hour and a half, Harry’s muscles were on fire. The familiar pain of good exercise put new energy in his bones and he loved every second of it. For most of the training, he was practising with the first-lane boys. Aiden on the left wing, Mitch on the right and Pauli with Liam on the left and the right defense. Aiden was in his second year and was new in their lane but he was learning fast how to be useful.    

It was still early, but the air was warm as a reminder of the end of summer. Harry’s hair was still partially wet from the quick shower he took. His hair was longer than ever, almost reaching his shoulders. His dad hated them. Maybe that was the reason why Harry was so against cutting them. Even though care for his curls became severely impractical with his lifestyle. Helen’s office was on the other side of the campus, and they shared PT with the Calamity hockey team. Harry thought it was rather ironic, considering the rivalry both teams had for each other. Most fights and injuries occurred at matches between the Wolves and the Calamity. Helen didn’t think that was funny when Harry mentioned it.    

When Harry entered the building, deep in his thoughts, he collided with another body. Two hands quickly reached for his shoulders and steadied his movements.    

“I’m sorry,” Harry said automatically and rose his head with an apologetic grimace. The boy whose hands were still on his shoulders smiled softly. He was a little shorter than Harry but clearly an athlete. He wore a green Adidas hoodie which brought blue in his eyes. A few strands of brown hair framed his deep-cut cheekbones.    

“That’s ok, Curly,” the boy replied and smiled at Harry. He had a British accent and Harry wanted to listen to him talk for eternity. Maybe he was a little dramatic. They stared at each other for a few seconds. The boy coughed awkwardly and removed his hands from his shoulders. It was weird how Harry couldn’t stop looking at those blue eyes. At the same time, the sun shone thru the building and created a golden halo in the boy's hair. He looked beautiful. The moment broke seconds later when Harry heard a familiar voice behind his back.    

“Oh cute, Mowgli is on his legs again?” Harry looked behind the Golden boy and saw another boy. Oli, the left wing of Calamity stood there with a hostile scowl on his face.    

“Mowgli was raised by the wolves. That isn't an insult you idiot,” Harry replied and finally entered the building and positioned himself next to the Golden boy who looked confused. Harry could not blame him. Oli was a moron on his better days and a complete asshole on his worst.    

“But he never learned to bark,” Oli said.    

Harry waved his hand in defeat, “I’ll not even waste my time explaining to you that,” and began to walk away with a last glance in the Golden boy’s direction.  Harry wanted to stay and talk to him, find his name, but the thought of spending one second longer with Oli brought him physical pain.  

“You should waste your time meeting the new Calamity captain,” Oli called after him.    

“I already know who Malik is, Wright.”    

“Malik is not the captain.” Harry stopped and quickly turned around.    

"What?" Oli just smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and stood next to the Golden boy. "What do you mean you idiots didn't choose your most competent player to be your captain?" Harry would continue but then he noticed a smirk that began to form on the Golden boy's face. “Oh really, desperate much?” Harry didn't want to be rude, but for some reason every time he encountered some of the Calamity players his personality shifted and he was always so childish. He didn't mind most of the days but now the Golden boy saw this side of him and that felt like a loss. 

“Desperate indeed, Curly,” the Golden boy’s voice was like a warm morning in spring but his face was suddenly cold as ice. He was still smiling but it didn’t reach his blue eyes. He turned and left the building. Not even sparing a look back.   

“You’re a piece of shit, Styles,” said Oli and with a middle finger went after the Golden boy.  

Harry quickly shot a text to the group chat with Liam and Niall.  

FL WILDCATS  

Gabriella: have anyone heard about the new calamity captain?   

Whoran: Malik?   

Gabriella: wright just left the office with someone new and said that he is the captain idk. not malik though  

Whoran: Will ask the boys, wait a sec  

Gabriella: sure  

InPayne: Coach said that C transferred someone from Britain but they didn’t release the name yet.  

Whoran: Aiden saw someone move into their frat two days ago. Small, brown hair. In Aiden's words ‘Styles’ll shit himself on ice if that one plays’   

InPayne: lol  

Gabriella: I already knew he is british and how he looks like   

Gabriella: please shut up liam   

Whoran: Calum and Luke spoke to some sorority girls and apparently his last name is Austin?  

InPayne: Like Troy Austin?  

InPayne: Didn’t know he had a son.  

Whoran: Could be just a name match  

Whoran: Or nope, just googled him  

Whoran: His name is Louis Austin  

Gabriella: no wonder he got the captain spot even though he is in the team for like five seconds  

Gabriella: fucking hate silver spoons  

Whoran: same sister   

InPayne: ….  

Gabriella: just... no   

InPayne: Wait everyone shut up. Zayn’d tag him in an ig pic.   

InPayne: This is his profile  

Gabriella: is he smoking?   

Whoran: Smoking hot maybe  

Gabriella: this just feels homophobic, niall  

InPayne: I don’t know why I even talk to you both I have cardio sesh and if the coach sees me on my phone I will be running for the rest of the season.   

Whoran: Laughing in rest day  

Gabriella: laughing in physio  

… 15 minutes later  

Whoran: Do you think the coach saw him?   

Gabriella: hahaha  

… 45 minutes later 

InPayne: I’m in fact in payne right now.   

Harry was never the fastest player nor the strongest. But he trained twice as hard as anyone he knew. He was always first on the ice and the last to leave the gym. He knew every play by heart and every opponent player by name. He knew the weakest link in defense and what to say on the rink to rile up the rival team and hype or soothe his teammates. But he was the smartest. 

[seventeentotheworld]

ig post: dk_is_dokyeom

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my baby 🍞 (*＾3＾)/～☆

[beckychenportfolio]

3-part Instagram Post Series for Tru Tea Pasadena

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📸 photomikke via igpost 20240621 RMJ 🔥

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BTS picture of Assad taken by Luke IGpost

[seventeentotheworld]

DK ig update

He looks too good with his new hair omg 😩

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Marli IGPost 1424

[hotgirlstiles]

completely forgot to post this.. in stiles’ ig he posts the cutest / horniest photos except the captions are so confusing and worrying whereas he would post like screencaps from cctv recordings where derek is carrying him and he’s all bloody and fainted and the caption is “my bf is sooo cute” no one knows if it’s all real or an elaborate prank

also just some additional stiles igposts