old teammates

rubyisms  asked:

hazel and salem


A: what I think realistically

Hazel is a man that’s been placed in a very unsavory situation in really awful circumstances but truly does his best to make the most of it.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Hazel has never paid for a single train ticket in his life and he’s not going to start anytime soon.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends:

See any of my Hazel is a bad dad fics. Any of them. I love taking this man apart and crushing his soul. Real answer? Team ORNG headcanons make my life and just… imagine being Hazel and fighting against an old teammate when you get older. Imagine being pushed away and out of options and your old friend is now a mortal enemy. Imagine killing your old friend. 

That’s the spicy meatball that is my Hazel and Ozpin writing.

D: what would never work with canon but canon is shit so I believe it anyways

WOLFMAN HAZEL KTHNKS. If he could be a wolf faunus it would make me very very happy. 


A: what I think realistically

Salem’s straight up old world divinity and she is extremely powerful, but the circumstances to use that power are limited.

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

Salem and Ozpin’s bickering can range anywhere from full on war to the most petty bullshit imaginable. Nothing like Ozpin waking up first thing in the morning to a flock of nevermores forming a giant middle finger on the Beacon Courtyard.

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Feelings of separation from the humanity that she surrounds herself with in her minions. No matter how hard she tries and how close she gets she never can be. 

D: what would never work with canon but canon is shit so I believe it anyways

Past grandmasters? Past grandmasters.


Answering the question, how are we getting ‘I’m lost!’ rescue requests from far away?

Legendary rescue leader Lucario has Aura that’s hypersensitive to the distress of others. His outlet is to write up every cry for help he hears.

Either he’s got an injury or he stays by the board because it’s more efficient to delegate. He accompanies random teams when his locating abilities will be most helpful, like if a victim is buried under a rockslide, or when a situation moves him especially.

okay so i’m watching a p5 playthrough

ryuji.  ryuji.  my son.  my blond hedgehog son.  the one weak bitch in the crew who isn’t down with murder.  i love him so.  he’s the only moral compass of the whole team so far.

i just love that he’s like “yeah hurting the guy would have left a bad taste in our mouths, right guys?” and the others are all exchanging glances saying “…babe.  i’d’ve 100% killed him, but i wanted to make him suffer first” and he’s just sweating because he’s figuring out all his friends are psychopaths

and how he constantly tries to get MC to eat better, shoving more ginger in his bowl, trying to prod him to work out in their spare time because he is The Mom Friend

protect my smol thug baby


Naughty or Nice? 

“The nice side, we’ll go with my old teammate Frans Nielsen, I think he’s probably the nicest guy in the league. The naughty side, I don’t know, I think there’s a decent amount of guys that can go on that list, so I’ll put my friend Casey Cizikas on that one, he seems to get away with a lot of the things he does, but Santa’s watching.”

anonymous asked:

i got assaulted by another pacifist!sasuke concept: after part 1, sasuke is done with anything remotely related to being shinobi. so itachi wanted him to become an avenger? fuck you, he's going to do the opposite of what you tell him. so he runs away across like 3 countries and starts farming in a small village or something. the thing is, everyone assumes he went to orochimaru. meanwhile, poor oro is in sound like "wait what. why do they think i have the uchiha. what is going on. what the fuck."

It’s sheer bad luck that Orochimaru is just getting out of the shower when his old teammate and an ANBU team kick the door in. 

Because he’s a dangerous missing-nin, he doesn’t scream as he snatches up the closest towel. A futile moment is wasted on wishing it was Kusanagi, but the sword is on his lab table waiting to be cleaned, because this is Orochimaru’s private bunker and he hadn’t thought to need a weapon in the shower

“Damn it, Jiraiya!” he hisses, trying to arrange the hand towel to cover everything it needs to. He’s not a modest person by any means, but this is Jiraiya. He doesn’t get a free show. “What do you want, fool?”

“Teme,” Jiriaya retorts, though he’s blushing faintly. “Where’s the Uchiha?”

“Uchiha,” Orochimaru repeats slowly, feeling a headache build. He narrows his eyes at Jiraiya, at the six other faintly awkward-looking ANBU who can’t seem to decide where to point their weapons. 

Jiriaya blinks, his ready stance faltering. “You - you don’t have him?”

“I can assure you, Jiraiya, if I had an Uchiha you would never have caught me,” Orochimaru hisses, anger rising, and the towel slips. That’s fine, because all the remaining water from his shower and the steam from the air is condensing, whirling around him. “Now if you would be so kind as to GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM - “

Jiraiya yelps, and there’s a frenzied rush to retreat as Orochimaru’s rage shapes a dragon out of water and sends it roaring after them. 

Somewhere far away, with at least two countries between himself and Konoha, Sasuke bends down to check the tomatoes that are almost ready to pick, feeling satisfaction curl in his chest. He glances out at the neat rows of his farm, mutters, “Fuck Itachi anyways,” and nods in contentment. 

Things are working out nicely. 

anonymous asked:

Mel why aren't there more NHL!Bitty fics? I mean, boy made first line of a D1 team, as a freshman, went to the Frozen Four twice, and all this after a few years of co-ed hockey. (Now I want scouts at the games, and people making guesses they're there for everyone BUT Bitty.) But of course there's only ever one team he actually wants to play for. :D

anon i do not know i really don’t!!!!!!! we gotta Remedy This but first we’re remedying it with some hcs bc i am SWAMPED with fics to write but like…. if anyone wants to write some nhl!bitty fics……. and like tag me……. that would be amazing

  • oooooookay so let’s establish that there are a lot of teammates in bitty’s year. we don’t KNOW any of them, but they’re there, trust me
  • so scouts start coming in bitty’s 4th year and there’s a whole POOL of people who they might be coming for so nobody knows (although everyone has their own opinions about who they’re there for)
  • samwell is going p far, they get to the frozen four and i have no idea whether they win or not idk not relevant rn BUT THEY GET TO THE FROZEN FOUR
  • i cannot decide if i think bitty would be captain or not? like he’d be a great captain but i could also see him not getting it, idk it depends. let’s compromise and say he’s an a and there’s a captain who is not him? but he gets a dolled up jersey so that’s fun
  • aNYWAY. most people think that the scouts are either there for the as-of-yet-unnamed captain or for chowder (who is pro material fight me) a year early (i don’t know how these things work but i’m pretty sure that’s possible)
  • aaaand maybe one of the scouts is there for the captain but like? most of them are there for bitty?
  • and a lot of the team is like ‘I KNEW IT’ or well, they didn’t but they’re not really surprised bc bitty is really good even though nobody (including him) has really envisioned him going pro after graduation

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In case you’re having a bad Father’s Day (or even if you aren’t), here are some headcanons about David Wymack on Father’s Day that will hopefully make you feel better:

  • it’s habit for him to wake up early from so many years of morning practice, but today when he drags himself out of bed Abby’s already up making eggs
  • he wanders into the kitchen, puts the coffee on, and gets out some plates, and then he and Abby just sit at the table, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet light
  • at first he doesn’t even remember it’s Father’s Day; it’s not like he ever had any reason to celebrate it with his own father
  • but around 9am they hear the doorbell ring and Kevin walks in with Thea, Amalia, and his other two children
  • Kevin hugs his father and it’s slightly less awkward than every other time they’ve hugged
  • (just like last time was slightly less awkward than every time before it)
  • Kevin and Abby hug and Abby almost refuses to let him go
  • they spend the morning sitting together at the coffee table in comfortable conversation, talking about the Exy finals and all the new Foxes Wymack has signed
  • there’s four cards on the table, three with drawings in crayon and big, blocky letters, and one classy, understated store-bought card 
  • (which Kevin will never admit he spent five hours looking for and which both Kevin and Wymack will secretly treasure for months)
  • Thea’s outside in the back garden with Abby and the kids, playing around with a bunch of carefully planted petunias, when the doorbell rings again with Dan and Matt

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jay-leno-incarnate  asked:

What's the story behind the guy calling you a petulant whore??

Oh good lord, that was from awhile ago. I GUESS WE’RE DUE FOR A STORYTIME?

I was in an online D&D group with a bunch of guys in 2016. DM was a woman, and I was the only woman player. Some of the guys were particularly awful, and liked to bully her around since she was a new DM, and make a lot of nasty jokes about me and my character being female (sexual jokes, mainly). Even when I asked them not to, they shrugged me off. They also promoted this belief that women were inherently stupid at D&D, and that I didn’t know what I was doing. I could’ve left, but I refused to have them run me off, and instead had my character go full campaign villain on them. So now they had to fight against this “woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing” - except I had more gaming experience than all of them combined, which proved troublesome for them. Since all this happened, all of the other guys have come to me and apologized for their behaviors. Well, all except one.

ONE PARTICULAR DOUCHECANOE, the one who had been the worst the entire time, was so overwhelmingly outraged by this. He was really bad at doing anything game-related that wasn’t just rolling a dice. He couldn’t think outside the box, he was terrible at puzzles, he also didn’t like communication. Well, on his last day in the group, he was also really shit at rolling dice too - luck was not on his side. He tried to take me on without any of the rest of the party, or without prepping himself whatsoever. When he rolled badly, he demanded rerolls, making a fuss that it wasn’t fair that I was winning, much to the annoyance of even the other guys. I went way easy on him, picked spells and things that were level 1 or 2 instead of the 5 or 6 I COULD’VE done… and he still ended up losing miserably. He ragequit at this point, and screeched, in front of everyone, that I was a “petulant whore” before leaving.

We have some mutual friends, so someone, somewhere, let him know that I’d been using “petulant whore” as a joking pet-name, since it’s the most fucking hilarious thing on the planet. He did not like it. He’s still mad, but I can live with that.

I have parts of that whole “Island Prianna” campaign logged in my D&D posts on this tumblr, mostly the moments that were worth noting (that battle wasn’t, it was so boring and annoying to have someone constantly trying to break the rules). But yeah. That’s the story.

Ok but what about a Netflix Documentary on the Zimmermanns - from the reign of Bad Bob to the fall of Jack and maybe it was made a long time ago, or maybe its recent? Like maybe its after Jack is better and he talks about all of it and its all actually good.

Maybe he comes out via this documentary??

Like its just about the line of the Zimmermanns and it starts with Bob and all he did and interviews with him and Alicia and their romance

Maybe its a couple episodes

and then its on to Jack and his past but then his present and he does like a house and Haus tour and talks about his old teammates and makes it into a good thing promoting the need for better mental health care and like LGBT+ support in the NHL

I just, I need this.

I'd just like to innocently point this out

When Hinata and Kageyama meet at Karasuno, Hinata assumes Kageyama probably doesn’t remember anything about the match, but Kageyama responds with “I remember you well.”

In the first episode of season 3, Kageyama asks Hinata who he’s talking to, and when Hinata says they were his old teammates, Kageyama says he doesn’t remember everyone he plays against.

Conclusion: Kageyama was gay from day 1

Eric R. Bittle, First Openly Gay NHL Player

Headcanon I’m working on now: Bitty is team captain in his senior year. He has nebulous “omg what to do when I graduate???” thoughts but his plans are mainly “move in with Jack in Rhode Island, get a job”

Then scouts for NHL feeder teams start showing up to his games.  And practices.  And taking him out for coffee.  And asking him who his agent is. Because let’s get real, someone who can start playing a sport and end up at NCAA championship level five years later? Is a pretty special athlete.

When he gets the offers Bitty is originally like, but I don’t WANT to play pro hockey! I wanna be with my boyfriend!  


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Amid the Ruins


for @jadekitty777

written by : @megapieceoftrash

Standing in the smoking remains of her old base, staring into the hurt, frightened eyes of the person she loved more than anyone else, Amelia knew it was too late to feel remorse. If she had wanted to stop this, she would have had to let Faith die, and god, Amelia would kill the whole damn world before that happened, humans, walkers and all.

“Why?” Faith’s voice cracked, right down the middle, tearing through Amelia’s heart. “Why would you do this?”

Amelia put on the darkest smile she could manage, “The strong survive, Faith, that’s just the way things work.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompts! ANBU Itachi meets Akatsuki Sakura!

Also age!swap au? Or timeline what timeline.

Pistols at Dawn this is me reaching and you wanting to run


Sakura Haruno is fifteen years old when she betrays Konohagakure.

Itachi remembers it clearly, because that was the day his brother came home from the end of the war, blind in one eye and and an unconscious, bleeding Naruto slung across his back.

He stayed in the hospital for three days, watching over his older brother and his teammate. As it turned out, Sasuke’s blindness was reversible, and Naruto’s injuries, though severe, were never life-threatening. It was either by virtue of Tsunade Senju’s medical prowess or the sloppiness of the enemy nin that both survived, and Itachi wasn’t sure to whom he should be more grateful.

But the third bed laid empty like an unspoken question.

When Itachi worked up the courage to ask, Naruto’s expression crumpled like a house of cards, his heartbeat spiking on the monitor. Sasuke turned his face away, staring out the window with his single unbandaged eye, his raspy voice guttural - angry and sharp.

“She said she was tired of following orders.”

The realization lanced through him, that it was Sakura Haruno who nearly carved his older brother’s eye out, who was responsible for the fresh scars on Naruto’s body. Disbelief permeated him; it was also Sakura Haruno who single-handedly sustained and healed their vanguard, Konoha’s crucial push into Kusagakure. It was Sakura Haruno’s fists that destroyed the Kannabi Bridge and cinched Konoha’s victory. And years ago, it was Sakura who-

Memories of the emergency room, the murmurings of overworked medics and nurses, slowly unfurled in his mind. As he sat there, next to his father and mother, wondering if his aniki, the heir to the clan, would lose his prized doujutsu, if the fourth Hokage would lose another family member, he anchored onto the whispered hope.

If they had cut deeper, the Hokage’s son would have died from blood loss.

If they had managed to swipe any lower, Uchiha-sama’s eye would be beyond saving.

We’re lucky-

How fortunate-

It’s amazing-

Sloppiness, indeed. Eleven-year-old Itachi sits in his plastic chair, and witnesses the break of Konohagakure’s infamous Team Seven. Naruto’s beeping heart monitor punctuates Sasuke’s deafening silence, and everything comes to a quiet and terrible sort of sense.


Itachi learns, as he enters ANBU and rises quickly through the ranks, to detest violence. Moreover, he learns to hate war. Seven years later, Itachi is still cleaning up the consequences of the Third Shinobi war. There is no justification for such wide-scale destruction and needless death. Entire villages are left ravaged, wiped off the map, caught in the crossfire. Vagabonds who have no place to call home form dangerous criminal rings. Orphanages are near to bursting with not enough resources to feed the children through winter. Ninja villages that were on the wrong side of the war still rumble in discontent and increase border activity.

Among the muddy waters, Konoha intelligence catches wind of an group more sinister and organized than simple B-class missing-nin.

And then, one by one, the jinchūriki end up dead.


When Minato summons Itachi to his office, he doesn’t expect Senju Tsunade to be there, with a thunderous scowl on her face.

“I need you to meet our spy,” the Yondaime says without preface. He sifts through the paperwork on his desk until he comes across the scroll he wants, “at this disclosed location. You are to go alone.”

Itachi takes the proffered missive and unravels its contents. The rendezvous location will be at the destroyed Kannabi Bridge. Behind his porcelain mask, Itachi’s lips tighten, and an uncomfortable picture starts to form in his head.

His scroll erupts into flame, until there’s not even ash left.

“I was not aware we had a spy in Akatsuki,” and then he adds belatedly, “Hokage-sama.”

“This is our first direct contact since they were implemented,” Tsunade answers. She steps forward and gives him a look that could level mountains, “Let me be clear here, Uchiha. Nobody but the people in this room knows about this. If you compromise-”

“What Tsunade-hime means,” Minato interjects, and her teeth click when she snaps her jaw shut, “Is that this mission is of paramount importance. What our mole will reveal will determine how Konoha will react. As our top agent we’re trusting this task to you.”

Then, Minato smiles his smile that he thinks is disarming, but really, just reveals the lethal shinobi he is underneath.

“You tell no one.”

Not your superiors, not your clan, not to Sasuke, and not to Naruto.

Itachi hears his orders loud and clear, and disappears in a wisp of smoke.


He has it figured out by the time he arrives at the rendezvous point an hour early, so it’s no surprise when he finds one Sakura Haruno resting underneath the shade an oak tree.

There a sort of quiet tragedy about her, but that air disappears when her eyes flutter open. They are chips of ice, drilling into his porcelain mask as if she could divine who he is underneath. It’s been nearly ten years since he’s been face to face with her, and a selfish, indulgent part of him wonders if she ever remembered the little boy she saved once upon a time.

Sakura takes her time rising from the ground, brushing off her garish black and red cloak. Itachi  stands still and watches her movements. She moves deliberately, hands out in the open and not hidden by the cloak’s sleeves. Though Sakura has become infamous enough that every hunter-nin in any country knows she can kill without use of hand signs or a weapon. Tsunade had been thorough in her training.

Days before this meeting, Itachi thought of a thousand ways of how their conversation might go. There’s a certain anticipation that had been building within his chest, squeezed tight like fist when he sighted her. There were questions he wanted to ask that went beyond his station. He wondered if it would be cruel to tell her about her old teammates. How Naruto talks about her like the war took her, how Sasuke talks about her none at all. He wanted to tell her about how Konoha has been without her there - because if she was willing to forsake her home in order to protect it, shouldn’t she have a right to know? All these thoughts swirled in his mind as Sakura squared her shoulders to fully face him. Then, she speaks first and shatters all his imagined expectation.

“You are ill.”

He smothers his natural instinct to flinch. Sakura cocks her head infinitesmally, staring at his chest as if she truly could peel back his layers and see the disease festering there. He finds it more ironic than amusing that with just three words she’s revealed his longest kept secret. Not even his clan knows. She flicks her eyes back to his mask when he doesn’t reply.

She moves forward - glides really - towards him. Her tread is silent as she sidesteps the bridge rubble now overgrown with moss and lichen. She pulls back her billowing sleeve, revealing her pale, slender wrist and brings her fingertips just below his collarbone, where his black under armor meets his ANBU vest. His Sharingan flares in response, but it’s not combat chakra that envelops her hand.

Her healing chakra feels the same as it did ten years ago, and unbidden, he closes his eyes as it  sweeps through his chest.

“Breathe in deeply,” she says, and he does. Itachi can immediately feel the difference, how his breath doesn’t sound wet or hitch in his throat.

“Hold it,” Sakura murmurs and he opens his eyes to find a small wrinkle in her brow. His Sharingan reveals to him what the naked eye doesn’t; the striations of green in her eyes, the faint spatter of pale freckles, how her lashes are more dark pink than brown, the stray candyfloss hairs caught in those same long, delicate lashes. She has a faint scar on her right cheekbone and Itachi clenches his fists to keep from touching it, to see if her skin is as smooth as it looks.


He breathes out slowly and wonderment seizes him. The pain is gone. He feels sharper now that he doesn’t have to divert his energy in suppressing his symptoms.

That’s twice now, he wants to say but doesn’t in risk of sounding foolish.

“It’s gone,” he says instead and lets his gratitude shine through in his tone.

“For now,” Sakura murmurs, and lets her hand fall away. There’s a crinkle in between his black armor and vest. A note.

“Whatever reasons you have for hiding that,” she taps his chest once, looking up at his mask, “Is surely not worth your life.”

He has no words to rebut her statement without sounding childish, so he inclines his head once.

The first threads of dawn filter through the canopy and Itachi has a strange premonition that this will be the last time he will see her. The lines seem deeper on her face as she turns away.

“They’re well,” he blurts, and stops her. After a pause, he says in a quieter voice, “They miss you.”

He doesn’t need to say any more. Over her high collar, he can see the ice in her eyes melt. She gives him a small smile, like spring breaking through winter’s frost. In that moment, as she coalesces into cherry blossom petals, he wishes fervently, vehemently, naively, that somehow, some way, he could bring her home.


When Itachi goes home that night, bone-weary and tired in places he can’t name, he brushes off his family’s concerns and goes straight to bed. He lies there, blanket drawn to his middle and hands laced over his chest. He stares at the rafters of his room, the dust motes floating in the moonlight cast from his windows. He closes his eyes and sees petal pink and mournful spring green eyes. He remembers the grace of her hands when she pressed her delicate fingertips against his chest. Healer’s hands. Never had he knew a more subtle tenderness until that day.

And when he slips into sleep, he dreams of what he had wanted to do differently. He dreams of curling his fingers around hers, to see how she might fit in his hand. To feel her skin and see if she was as cold as she pretended to be. He dreams of what he wanted her to do. To mention the day she saved him as a child, that it was a memory that she thought of often. He wanted her to speak his name, wanted to know how it sounded in her lilting, womanly voice.

When Itachi wakes up the next morning, he is once again Uchiha Itachi of Konohagakure. He slips on his ANBU uniform, piece by piece in methodical silence. His vest, his armguards, shin guards. His tanto is strapped to his back. He pulls his bone white mask over his face and flash-steps into the cool morning, towards the Hokage’s Tower.

The Yondaime is waiting for him.

But he pauses.

Itachi grips the scrap of paper Sakura had slipped into his vest, its weight like lead in his fist. He unfolds it and drinks in her elegant handwriting. It details the other members of the Akatsuki organization, and their goals, their targets. The kind of information his comrades have died for.

He should go to the Hokage right away. He should be reporting this information so the village can mobilize, gather allies, and strike before the start of another war even begins.

(No more tragedies, no more orphans, no more Sakuras.)

At the bottom of the note, there is a single emphatic line, different from the almost clinical tone she had listed the information.

‘Protect him, please.’

Him. Naruto.

The air leaves his lungs.

He is eight again, Sakura’s long pink locks flutter in his peripheral, surrounding him with a pleasant floral fragrance despite the wear of war. There’s a wide bandage on her cheek. The rush of adrenaline still lingers in his system. His would-be kidnapper lays unconscious among the wreckage of felled trees. The scent of splintered wood and churned dirt is thick, but Sakura’s gentle knuckles under his chin draw his attention to her face. Her regard and concern is a heady thing, and there isn’t quite a word to describe the clarity and verdant of her eyes. He is eight years old again, and her concern is novel and strange, but not unwelcome. Her thumb brushes against the cut on his brow, the healing chakra cool and soothing. He almost protests when she withdraws her touch, but her eyes keep him silent. They are kind and compassionate and Itachi is starved of those things - he drinks them in greedily.

“Are you okay?”

Itachi is eighteen again and he is an ANBU operative for Konohagakure. He’s sworn his complete loyalty to his village and to his Hokage. Haruno Sakura is a traitor and an S-class missing ninja. His mind flips through the cold, impersonal facts about her listed in the Bingo books. Her appearance, her height, her known jutsu, her last known appearances.

It doesn’t mention how the green of her eyes changes in filtered sunlight. It doesn’t mention the fragile line of her shoulders, weighed down by the burden of being a double-agent. Doesn’t mention what breaking the trust and love of her friends cost her. Not the kindness she still harbors, not the unwavering loyalty to her village that turned its back on her, not her stalwart and unerring sense of duty.

As Itachi steps through the threshold into the Yondaime’s office, he draws a line in his mind. The dream he had, the memory of her saving him as a child, the grace of her hands as she cured his illness with a single touch - those are the things he allows himself, private and ensconced from reality.

He tells himself, as he crosses the room with long, purposeful strides, not to think about what ifs. Naruto is the village’s strongest soldier, and its biggest liability. He’s also the Yondaime’s son, Minato’s only surviving family. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect him, not after Kushina died and left the fox to their child.

Itachi crushes his emotions as Minato reads over Sakura’s note with a grim face. He doesn’t dare hope for anything more, doesn’t think on how she’ll never be able to come home. War is coming again - it’s a sentiment he can read in the lines of the Hokage’s face without him even parting his lips. What is one stranded spy’s life in lieu of a village’s worth? Of a son’s?

Itachi knows the answer, and tries not to feel bitter.


Player: Morgan Rielly – Toronto Maple Leafs

Prompt: The boys discover that you play hockey.

Mentions: Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, Connor Brown, Matt Martin.

Warnings: Curse Words

Preview: You recognized the video as soon as the music began playing. It was your senior video. Of course Mitch found the most embarrassing and long video of you. You made a mental note to kill your old teammate for posting it.

Characters:. 1257 words.

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

You were trying to, unsuccessfully may you might add, clean your kitchen after dinner. You and Morgan had been dating for a little over six months. He had kept you to himself for the first few months, and now you could see why.

Ever since being introduced to his teammates, for some reason your apartment was now the coolest hangout spot in all of Toronto. You had no idea why at first but you quickly realized they probably enjoyed the free home-cooked meals.

You were still washing dishes when Mitch walked into the kitchen. “What are these Y/N?” he asked curiously. He held up two hockey jerseys.

Your breath hitched at the sight of them. You had hidden your college jerseys way in the back of your closet, hoping Morgan wouldn’t find them. Or noisy teammates apparently. You didn’t exactly indulge him in the fact that you played almost your entire life. Hockey was his thing. You weren’t sure how he would take the fact that you played the same sport. You had a good thing going, so you just never told him.

“What were you doing in my closet Mitchell?” you questioned trying to change the subject.

“We were trying to find clothes to give Brownie a makeover, but that is beside the point! These jerseys have your last name on them!”

You just shook your head, trying to think of a good excuse. The rest of the boys had become intrigued.

“They are old jerseys of my brothers.” You tried.

“So what’s the super small hockey equipment for?” He asked in some ridiculous detective voice he was trying. Auston held up your duffle bag you had stuffed in the back corner of your closet.

You sighed putting the last of the dishes away.

“Okay so I might have played hockey, it’s no big deal.”

Morgan looked at you quizzically as did the rest of the boys.

“You played hockey? What position did you play?” Connor asked.

“It was never that serious, I come from a hockey family, I played hockey. That’s it.” You replied trying to downplay your college career.

The boys just nodded and you had hoped that was the end of it. You figured the guys would be off to play some video game as they normally did. It was better than the alternative which was driving your neighbors insane to no end with their rough-housing.

That was until you noticed Mitch entranced by his phone. The pit in your stomach grew two sizes. You prayed he would find nothing. You gulped as you watched him.

You all moved to the couch and you sat down. You were still watching Mitch intently hoping he was talking to Steph or tweeting something ridiculous. 

You started watching whatever the guys had put on when Mitch suddenly made you jump.

“AHA! Found it. Detective Mitch is the best!”

“And what is it that you found Mitchy?” Matt asked looking up from his seat on the floor.

“I have found a highlight reel of our little Y/N here.” He grinned at you evilly.

You groaned as the guys got excited all trying to lean over Mitch’s phone.

“Y/N has airplay you know” Morgan quipped and you shot him a glare.

“No please!” you begged but you already knew you had no choice in the matter.

Mitch set up the airplay and the guys all settled in delighted to see how you played. 

You recognized the video as soon as the music began playing. It was your senior video. Of course Mitch found the most embarrassing and long video of you. You made a mental note to kill your old teammate for posting it.

The video started showing you playing on the ice and a few goals of yours.

“You played center?” Auston asked. You just nodded pulling the blanket in your lap up to your face, trying to hide the pink tinge flooding your cheeks.

“You have a pretty good celly Y/N.” Connor noted

The video had switched to show you goofing off in the locker room dancing around in your pads.

“Oh my god, she is basically Mitch” Matt added watching you try on your goalies gear playing around.

“Auston has a better ass in gear though, sorry Y/N.”

Morgan hadn’t said a single word so far. You glanced at him as he watched the screen attentively. His expression was unreadable and it worried you.

You looked at the screen and you knew what was coming next, a lump filled in your throat.

“Okay I think that’s enough of embarrassing me for one night.” You tried reaching over for Mitch’s phone. 

“No, No, No. It isn’t over yet.” Mitch quipped. You both wrestled for the phone and then you heard it the music that signaled the part of the video you dreaded. 

You sunk into the couch as far as you could. You stole a quick look at the boys. They were all staring at the screen their mouths ajar.

There on the screen, your fight reel was playing. You had a temper on the ice and when someone messed with your team, you came for them. You watched as you skated away from a fight blood dripping down your face. You think your face matched the red tinge you had on the screen.

Morgan was the first one to finally speak up as the video came to an end.

“You were an enforcer?”

You didn’t think it was possible but you could feel your cheeks get hotter.

“I might have had an inclination to fight people when they fucked with my family.”

“Our sweet little Y/N was a Goon?”

“Man she puts you to shame Martin.”

“Don’t tell my girlfriend, but I don’t think I have ever been more turned on.”

Morgan suddenly grabbed your hand pulling you up off the couch and then towards your bedroom away from the guys chirping.

He dragged you into your room and shut the door.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Morgan asked softly.

You sat on the bed with a sigh.

“I was worried about how you would react. Hockey is your whole life, and I wasn’t sure how you would react to me playing.” You said honestly.

“Why wouldn’t I be happy about the girl I love being able to share something as important to me as hockey.”

You almost fell off the bed. “What?”

Morgan’s cheeks matched your own. “Well I love the fact that you can play hockey and Well I love you.”

You were speechless. Morgan rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything…”

You stood up and walked over to Morgan who was now staring at the floor. You grabbed his face in your hands “If I knew telling you I played hockey would finally get you to say that, I would have told you a month ago.”

“Only a month?” He questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Well it’s when I wanted to say it for the first time.” You smiled.

A grin crept onto Morgan’s face and he kissed you.

You both pulled away when you heard the hollering outside your door. You rolled your eyes as you opened the door. You were met with the guys almost falling into your room. You laughed.

“We have the coolest parents ever!” Mitchy declared pulling you and Morgan both in for a hug.


Requested by anonymous

“It’s nice to see you Alex” Hank said as Scott spoke to the professor. It’s been a while since the two have seen each other. Unfortunately Alex was really only here to bring Scott to the school.
“How are you and [Y/N]”.

It occurred to Alex at that moment that none of his old teammates new about his relationship with his long time partner.
“Oh ah we just got married”.

Hank looked shocked, Alex couldn’t blame him. Before he wouldn’t be the first person anyone heard of when some mentioned commitment, but he really couldn’t imagine his life without you.

“Wow congratulations. You have to tell the professor. He’ll be thrilled” said Hank.

“Yeah well [Y/N]’s planning on driving up here soon and we agreed to tell the professor together, so ah keep things quiet will you Hank. For old times sake?”.

“You got it”.


Reggie Mantle x Reader: Teammate


Reggie x Reader where the reader joins the football team and they are pretty good and it rubs Reggie the wrong way and the end up getting into a fight and reader knocks Reggie out but then they become ~Good Friends~


A/N: I was feeling inspired and my Wi-Fi went out :/. I hope you guys like this request imagine. Also I hope I lived up to the requestor’s vision. Also I love Reggie and plenty of you can agree that we need some damn character development for him.

Words: 1156

Summary: Reader moves away from California to Riverdale. Betty shows her around and she wants to join the bulldog’s football team. She gets in a fight with Reggie during tryouts.


Warnings: I like the ending, but I do understand the fact that a girl and a guy can JUST be friends and never lead to anything romantic. I just ended it that way because I don’t know what the “~” means so I took it as maybe something may happen. Also like one swear word.

You were new to Riverdale. Sadly your father passed away and your mom decided to move back to Riverdale. She grew up there, and she wanted to get a fresh start and so you were moving from the beautiful sunny California to the Twin-Peakesque that was Riverdale.

As much as you were upset for leaving all your former life behind you, you just needed to be there for your mom. You lost your father, but she lost her soulmate. You bid farewell to your old football teammates and your friends and packed away your life. Your mother decided her fresh start included getting rid of all your dad’s stuff and she donated all his stuff to the Salvation Army. Thankfully she let you keep his old football jersey, he would let you wear when he’d practice with you.

You bid goodbye to your mother as she left for her new job with the mayor and you left for school.

It was your first day at Riverdale High and you were a bit nervous about being the new girl. Adding the pressure that it was the start of football season and you were beyond nervous for try outs. This was your first time without your father. He always rooted for you and you knew he was rooting for you wherever he was, you just missed him.

A girl named Betty was your assigned show around person for your first day. She helped you find your classes and told you about the clubs and activities.

“Hey um do you know anything about the football team here?” you asked the blond.

“Um we don’t have a girl football team if that’s what you’re asking” she smiled.

“That’s fine, they didn’t have one back in California either. I was part of the guy’s team” you replied.

“Really, oh my god, props to you” she stated with a surprised look on her face and you couldn’t blame her she was practically the girl next door a cliché if you will, it was a small town after all.

“They are having tryouts today for the guy’s team though, are going to show up?” she asked.

“That was the idea” you sassed a bit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” Betty replied “I’m being close minded” she continued.

“It’s fine, I totally understand. I mean my parents fought for me to get on my old football team too. Nobody gets at first, it doesn’t surprise me” you explained.

“Are you really good? I mean if you are they’re gonna have to let you in” Betty cheered.

“I’m good. Then again I can be biased” you chuckled “My mom works for the mayor though, so if they don’t let me join because I am a girl the woman will riot” you continued.

“Then you are lucky” Betty stated.

“Not for her job, I know she’ll do it as a mom because she knows it means a lot to me” you confessed “but her job title may help as well” you answered as you both laughed at your comment.

After your last class Betty and a raven haired girl named Veronica escorted you to the football field after their classes.

“We’ll cheer you on” they said in sync.

“It’s kind of our job” Veronica added and you chuckled as you put on your gear and walked up to the field with the rest of the guys who were trying out.

“And might you be?” the tall black haired boy stated with a devilish smirk.

“I might be one of the greatest teammates you will have” you sassed back.

“A girl?” a dirty blonde muscular guy added with a laugh that made your blood boil.

“All right” Coach Clayton shouted “Reggie is the quarterback, we need a few defense and offense spots to fill for the varsity team, are you up for the commitment you are about to make if you are added to this team” he continued as the black haired tall one stood next to him.

The coach had heard about your old team, so he decided to not be biased and see what you had.

Try outs went well, until a boy who you learned was named Chuck mixed up the play and Reggie got tackled before he made a touchdown.

“What the hell (Y/L/N) you were supposed to be my defense!” he yelled.

“I had it right! Chuck mixed up the play and that’s why you got tackled!” you yelled back and you got pushed against Reggie and he pushed you back and it turned into a fight.

The brawl got heavier and you punched too hard. You were so sick of all these guys thinking that because you were a girl you weren’t tough. You made your point, but now the quarterback was lying unconscious on the grass.

You asked one of the teammates to bring water and ice to throw on Reggie’s face. The coach came close and you couldn’t help but mutter “shit” under your breath. Soon the teammate brought the cup. You poured it on Reggie’s face as the coach finally made it to the field.

Reggie woke up and you wiped the water of his face with a small towel. As the coach was going to tell you something, Reggie stood up and spoke up.

“Well, you sure have proven yourself (Y/N)” as he gave you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Well welcome to the team (Y/N), you are officially a bulldog” Coach Clayton informed you.

After practice you changed in the girl’s locker room and Betty and Veronica congratulated you and left since they had stuff to attend to.

You saw Reggie leaving the boys the locker room as you rushed to him.

“Hey, um sorry about the whole thing” you implied as you caught up.

“Oh, that’s fine. We are gonna need that fire for the team” Reggie accepted your apology.

“So I made the team because I beat you up?” you questioned him as you both made your way out of the school.

“A little, I didn’t think you would knock me out, but you were great at practice, more than plenty of some other players. I just wanted to see what you could do” Reggie implied.

“Do you guys always need to fight to sort things out?” you threw another question at him.

“Everyone needs to fight sometimes” he chuckled “Plus, I doubt this was the first fight you have gotten into because of being the only girl on the team” he rose an eyebrow.

“You always have to be ready to protect yourself” you retorted with a smile on your face and he returned it.

Soon you and Reggie became good friends, you would always hang out. After practices you would take walks and talk about the plays. He confided in you and you confided in him. And maybe this new found friendship would turn into something else.

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