chewing on jersey

anonymous asked:

Nursey 10000% chews on his jersey, his gloves, Dex's gloves, ANYTHING when a game is making him anxious and Dex can't stop staring

Nursey is a human shredder. It’s impressive, really. Dex has seen him gnaw through shirt sleeves, jersey collars, mouth guards, and multiple pairs of gloves. Bitty thinks it’s unsanitary. Chowder thinks it’s cute. Dex, though… Dex thinks it’s distracting.

Nursey’s full lips all red from his constant biting, the quick glint of Nursey’s teeth as he smiles around whatever’s in his mouth, flashes of tongue as Nursey adjusts his gloves in his mouth. It’s all a lot.

He’s not thinking about any of that now, though. He’s focused on Hall at the center of the room, trying to rally them for this third period that they all know is going to be a battle to the death.

He put his hand of Nursey’s shoulder when they sat down in the locker room, trying to calm him a bit because he could see how anxious he was getting. Nursey hadn’t been bouncing his leg the whole speech like he usually does, so it must’ve worked. He turns to him now and chokes on the sip of water he was trying to take.

Nursey hadn’t been shaking his leg because he had something else to focus on. That something, apparently, was Dex’s glove. In his mouth.

“What are…” Dex tries, but the question dies in his mouth as Nursey shoots him a sheepish grin around where he’s chewing on the edge of Dex’s glove.

He takes a quick glance around the locker room. No one’s actually paying either of them much attention, and Bitty’s just stood up to speak. Dex sighs softly enough that just Nursey can hear it and turns to Bitty, moving his hand on Nursey’s shoulder so Nursey doesn’t have to quirk his neck at such a weird angle.

“Thanks, Dexy,” Nursey mumbles around the glove.

anonymous asked:

Geno just leaning over on the bench and absentmindedly chewing on Sid's jersey until Tanger leans over and flicks his nose and tells him to save it for the bedroom and Geno makes a super offended face

Geno: I do better stuff in bedroom
Tanger: SAVE IT

anonymous asked:

Scares me that Auston doesn’t wear a mouth guard to protect his veneers. But gifs of him chewing on it would not be good for my sanity

dude i get scared every time i see players without mouth guards like WHAT ARE YOU DOING ??? PROTECT YOUR TEETH DAMMIT. but you’re completely right. him chewing on his jersey is more than enough

Puppy - Erik Durm

For months, I had been begging Erik to let us get a puppy, to no avail. I tried bribery, coercion, begging, but nothing worked. He insisted that as much as he loved dogs, neither of us were home enough to give it enough attention. I couldn’t argue with that, so I gave up on the idea altogether.

The morning of my birthday, I took advantage of the opportunity to sleep in since I had taken the day off. Groggily, I opened my eyes and saw the bright sunlight invading the bedroom through the window. I groaned and rolled over, anticipating to find Erik. When I reached over, I only felt mildly warm bed sheets.

“Eriiiiiik?” I mumbled, my morning voice husky. No response. “Babe?” I shouted, hoping he would answer so that I didn’t have to get up. I sighed and winced, sad to leave the comfy bed, but curious to find my boyfriend. I clumsily stumbled out of bed and into the living room, scanning the room for Erik, but finding nothing.

“Hello? Have you been kidnapped? Have you died?” I shouted dramatically as I walked straight towards the fridge in the kitchen. The moment I shut the refrigerator door, orange juice in hand, and turned around, I nearly tripped over a black and white fast moving blur.

“Oh my god,” I screamed, as I got a second look and realized the blur was actually a very excited puppy. Immediately, I dropped to my knees and was lovingly attacked by the jumping fur-ball. “Hi, Hi, Hi,” I cooed with a grin on my face as I ran my hand across the warm dog’s back.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” said a deep voice from above me. I looked up to see an amused Erik watching me giddily play with the puppy.

“Wha, how did, I thought you said—“

“I know,” he interrupted me, rolling his eyes and sitting beside me on the floor. “But there was a pet store right next to the jewelry store and I saw him looking all pathetic in the window and I just couldn’t leave him there,” he explained.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, smiling gratefully, “thank you.” He nodded and leaned in for a kiss, but was interrupted as the small black and white puppy enthusiastically jumped onto Erik’s leg and began sniffing his stomach.

“Hey,” Erik said laughing, “that’s my stomach!” He picked up the dog easily and playfully held him in the air. The puppy proceeded to yawn and began licking Erik’s fingers, not at all frightened by the height. “What do you want to name him?” asked Erik.

“Hmmmm,” I thought. I leaned my head on Erik’s shoulder and watched the small dog run around the kitchen island upon being set back on the floor.

“What about Boots?” Erik offered. “Look at his paws, they’re completely black, they look like little boots.” He looked at me with his twinkly blue eyes and I could tell he was as happy as I was.

“Boots,” I repeated. “Boots, come here!” I beckoned to the puppy. He came racing over at the sound of my voice, but ended up slipping and sliding across the slick kitchen tile, causing both Erik and I to laugh.

“I love him,” I said, holding Boots up on his hind legs and letting him walk towards me.

“I love you,” Erik said, bending his head down to kiss the top of my head.

“And what about meeee?” I squeaked, pretending to voice the puppy as I lifted him towards Erik. He shook his head and smiled. “I love you too, Boots.”

After an hour of playing with Boots on the floor, Erik unfortunately had to go to training and the small dog and I were left alone. “We’ll go out to celebrate tonight,” Erik offered apologetically. I smiled at his thoughtfulness, but shook my head.

“No, when you come home tonight, we can walk Boots together and then order takeout. All I want is time with you,” I said kissing him as he made his way out the door.

“Ok, whatever you want Birthday Princess,” he teased, causing me to blush. “Bye Boots, take care of the Princess,” he called out to the dog, right before finally leaving. I shut the door behind him and turned around to find Boots laying on the ground cleaning his paws.

I should get some cleaning done too, I thought. “Come on, Boots, let’s go do laundry.” I walked towards the bathroom and heard tiny paws moving rapidly behind me. I dumped the contents of the hamper onto the floor and began sorting through the clothes. I decided to wash delicates first, which was mostly my stuff and one of Erik’s favorite jerseys; the jersey he wore at the World Cup Final. I left Boots and the pile in the bathroom momentarily as I went to double check that we had laundry detergent. However, along the way I picked up my phone and was quickly busied with replying to birthday messages. I completely forgot about the unattended pile of laundry and unsupervised puppy until I heard a small yelp from the bathroom.

I set down my phone and ran back to the bathroom, only to find a complete disaster. Boots was casually lying on the ground, chewing on Erik’s precious jersey. “Boots, no,” I shouted and the dog immediately left the jersey alone. Unfortunately, I was too late and as I picked up the tattered jersey, I noticed all the loose seams and small tears throughout. How such a tiny animal can do so much damage, I thought. I looked over at Boots who was completely oblivious to his mistake and was trying to hopping about, trying to reach the toilet. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” I sighed, and Boots took this as an invitation to jump on me and lick my face. I lied on the bathroom floor, and even though I knew Erik would kill me for this, I couldn’t help but laugh at the silly puppy.

I finished the laundry, cleaned the rest of the apartment, and set up Boots’ food and water along the edge of the living room wall. At least keeping myself busy distracted me from worrying about how upset Erik would be when he got home. As Boots and I were putting away the last of the dishes, I heard the front door open and saw Erik walk in with a bouquet of flowers. I frowned at the sight, which confused Erik.

“What, you love flowers,” he exclaimed. I chuckled and walked towards him.

“It’s not that, they’re beautiful, thank you,” I said, taking the bouquet from his hands and setting it on the counter. “But you’re going to regret buying them when I tell you what happened.” The poor boy was only getting more confused.

“There was kind of an incident with Boots,” I said, cautiously handing him his torn jersey, “but it was really my fault.” Erik stood there momentarily, his facial expression giving no indication of his feelings. I looked down to see Boots hopping up and down, wanting attention, before I looked back up at Erik, who had a small smile on his face. The smile transformed into laughter and he bent down to pick up the jubilant puppy. “Did you give Y/N some trouble today,” he cooed. Boots let out a small bark once before habitually licking Erik’s fingers.

“You’re not mad?” I asked, surprised. Erik just shook his head.

“How could I be mad at a princess and her puppy?” he said warmly. I sighed in relief and hugged Erik’s side.

“This is the best present ever,” I admitted, softly petting Boots.

“Definitely better than jewelry,” Erik said laughing.