#very high chance it was robbers by cold war kids or count on me by needtobreathe

[moregraceful]

Fic ask meme for Nick Suzuki/Cole Caufield: 9, 10, 12 (or any combination of those three)

oooh juicy thank you!!

9. what is your favorite fanfic for the fandom?

I have not read anything in the tag sadly...no summary has really piqued my attention whenever I look. (which is RICH coming from someone whose summary style is like two out of context sentences and half a line of dialog from midway through the fic 😩)

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

I went digging through my spotify to try to figure out what song I had on repeat while writing Fragments because I cannot remember -- but I could not figure it out which means it was some deeply cringe Christian rock song DD: let's say Superposition by Young the Giant bc those two are so king and lionheart coded: Superstition aims with imprecision / but when things into place, superposition / in any universe you are my dark star.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

omg. I actually do not hold very many headcanons abt players bc I'm just like, the true self is unknowable, what is man but a series of alternate universes unto himself. I'M INSUFFERABLE. I will say, while trying to convince myself I couldn't write Fragments, I semi-reworked my BOY KING au to be abt Nick -- the whole premise is what if there were LITERAL hockey gods and they had abandoned the city of Montreal. Nick is still captain obvs (the boy king of Montreal) and Cole is his right-hand man bc Cole has a direct line to the hockey gods. and they were not fated to fall in love but they fell in love anyway and it was like in direct defiance to the chessmaster-hockey gods. the whole thing is about how the present and future is out of Nick's control because hockey is fundamentally imprecise and ruled by chaos and chance and how everything hockey players do is just part of an incredibly fucked up lineage. It was WAY too much of a passion project to gift to someone else, and in this case particularly too Catholic-coded with a Buddhist touch to gift to my Jewish friend, so it exists half-formed in a planner, waiting for me to untangle the threads...

tl;dr I need to write more of them, because they are clearly not exorcised from my head. My headcanon for them is that they continue to exist in my head, echoing like music in the distance, haunted and in love--