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There are only a few things Wally likes more than food. These include; running, Artemis, and his birthday (if only for the cake, which he supposes counts as food, so it really shouldn’t be on the list, except it is and there’s nothing anyone can do about that.)

So when he’s woken by the chilled air against his (quite naked) skin, a chaste kiss flush on the lips, and the scent of pancakes, Wally decides that today might be his favourite birthday, ever. Artemis smiles down at him from her perch at the edge of their rumpled bed, her steely eyes unusually molten and her gold-spun hair pooling in the craters of her collarbone.

“Morning, birthday boy,” she whispers, and he can hardly hear her through the early morning rasp in her throat. He finds it unbelievably sexy when her voice does that, and he tells her so. She laughs, elegant face tipping back, exposing the bruised column of her throat. He feels a twinge of something at seeing those bruises—they’re his bruises, after all. Artemis bites her lip, then, and he’s done for. He leans across the bed and kisses her, morning breath and all, and she kisses back because she loves him and that’s the only birthday gift he’ll ever really want. That and pancakes, of course.

She pulls away after a few too-short minutes, and slings her arms around his neck. “I was thinking breakfast and then ice skating?” she asks, hesitantly, as if unsure whether her birthday plans and his are on the same level.

“That sounds perfect, babe,” he replies, twirling a lock of her hair around his ring finger absently. “Dinner tonight? We could order in,” he waggles his eyebrows, causing her to snort, “Or, if you’re feeling up to it, we could try that Italian place? You could wear that little black dress.”

“Hey, it’s your day. Whatever you want, babe,” she presses another quick kiss to his cheek, then climbs off the bed, stretching one hand out behind her for him. “But first, pancakes. I made a small mountain of them.”

As Wally scrambles to follow his girlfriend to the kitchen—clad in nothing but the Limited Edition Flash boxers she’d got him last year—he can’t help but affirm, in his head and possibly out loud, that this is officially the greatest start to any birthday, ever. Artemis’ lightning-laced laugh echoes down the hallway, confirming his suspicions.

And if he has to take a jog to the nearest Costco to get more syrup when they inevitably run out, he’s not about to complain.

Let’s Talk about Snowy

This ended up really long but I have a lot of feelings about Snowy and the story we know nothing about. This is for @des-zimbits because she prompted the headcanon about Snowy I wrote earlier and encouraged me to write this. The people I’ve met in this fandom are incredible, and I’m so thankful to all of you because you’ve gotten me writing again?? 

So Snowy (his actual god given name is Kyle Brown, thank you very much) started out as a forward on his rink rats league on Vancouver Island, where he grew up with two older sisters and a mom and dad who fought a lot but were fundamentally happy. Mom taught school, dad played casual hockey, oldest sister played college hockey and middle sister curled. Their family was always on the ice and Kyle loved it. Sometime around the age of 9 coach shoved a goalie bucket on his head, strapped leg pads onto him, handed him a blocker and a glove and said “Son, you’re the best skater I have. You’re gonna play goalie.”

And thus, Goalie Snowy was born.

He played seriously through the levels and was drafted in the Bantam by the Vancouver Giants, which was a dream come true for a kid from the Island. He’d always dreamed of being a Canuck, and a Giant was a good place to start. His parents ended up moving from the Island to Vancouver so he could live at home, which he did for the two years he spent as the Giants backup goalie before he was dealt to Spokane, who needed a new number one. 

Kyle Brown was that number one.

He made goalie of the year for the WHL, he played three seasons with the Chiefs and helped them to two division wins and then he was drafted by the Ducks.

They kept him in Spokane for his overage season and then sent him to their farm team. Kyle spent a year and a half backing up the farm team before Panks got called up and Kyle moved into number one… After three years in the AHL the Duck’s number one retired after a bad injury and Kyle was once again called up to the NHL. It was a dream come true!

Except it sucked????????

He hated it. He hated the city, he disliked a lot of the guys on the team (A handful of them weren’t kind to him, while the other half was and the coach doubted him) and when he moved to California his long-time (four years and he had been hoping to propose soon) girlfriend decided that she couldn’t do the distance so they split. (Looking back he’s sure that everything just got heaped onto him at once, and without it he probably would have enjoyed his time with the Ducks just fine.) So when Panks had to be sat out, Snowy played.

But he wasn’t playing smart. He was angry, he was frustrated, and he was racking up penalty minutes for tripping and unsportsmanlike conduct. And those trips and shoves and angry words got him snowed more times than he could count in the next three years he spent in Anaheim. All it took was a sarcastic comment from coach about how Kyle must really miss the snow with all these guys sending it flying at his face for Panks to latch on and start calling his back up Snowy.

So he continues the season with slashes and hooks and trips and more of his guys in the penalty box on his behalf than he truly wanted, and the coach was pissed but with Panks out and Rexy letting in more shots than he saved, keeping Snowy in net was the only option. His anger won him no fans on his team.

He was angry at everything, including himself.

So the next season a few expansion teams were announced, Seattle, Las Vegas, Providence, and Snowy didn’t have his contract renewed by the Ducks and he was oddly okay with that? He met with a few teams but they weren’t looking for his playing style, and then he met with the Falcs GM and new coach who basically sat him down in the hotel bar, shoved a Sprite into his hands and said “Tell us why at your caliber you’ve been playing like a bus could drive into your net and all you’d do is try to slash it’s tires.”

So he told them everything. About how happy he was in the WHL, how much he loved his time in the AHL and how when he got permanently called up to the NHL, Sarah broke up with him and he was just constantly angry and unhappy and no one looked twice at him or believed in him, and even the coaches didn’t seem to care about how he was doing. 

“Basically,” he said, “I spent five years in the Duck’s system going systematically insane and pissing off each and every forward I could. Because I was angry and I took it out on others.”

By now he knows that wasn’t healthy at all, and he’s ashamed and embarrassed, he’s nearing 26 now, he should know better, but the coach and the GM go off and talk and come back over with an offer.

They tell him they need locker room leadership and they’ve already got Snipes, but they need someone a bit younger than 35 to step up. They need an offensive and play-minded goalie, but they need a goalie without the anger. They tell him that they’ll sign him for two years and play him at least half the games both seasons as long as he can prove he deserves it. As long as he talks to their sports therapist and sets up regular meetings, finds a constructive outlet for his anger and stops taking cheap shots on forwards and taking stupid penalties.

Snowy cries when he signs that contract because someone is giving him another chance to make things good and to chase his dreams. A chance to be the goalie he wants to be, not the dick he’s been for the past couple of years.

He packs up his dingy apartment twelve blocks from Disneyland and spends a week in a car with his dad driving to Providence. On his new salary he ends up in a really nice apartment with a guy they signed from the Islanders and a spare room for guests. He and Smithy get along great and slowly the rest of their inaugural team trickles into the city and into their locker room. Jersey designs are finalized and printed and handed out, and the guys spend weeks bonding on and off the ice.

Suddenly, Snowy’s back on a team like the ones he had in the WHL and in the AHL, a group of guys he might not love 100% of the time, but come hell, high water and Sidney Crosby’s ability to score, he’ll have their backs and they will have his. Pre-seasons rolls around and he gets snowed a couple times, and Snipes (Who has the C) tells the locker room during first intermission the story of why Snowy is Snowy. There’s laughs, but there’s also a falc in front of him to ward off opposition who wants to snow him from there on out. It’s a warning that they won’t take anyone messing with Snowy, and that message starts to spread across the league.

He’s thankful.

He’s talking to Carol once a week, he takes up cross-fit for pent up energy and has Smithy teach him how to kick box. He and Smithy find a cat in the parking lot after a game and take her home and name her Robin, and Snowy starts casually dating again. He smiles a lot more, his profanity isn’t used in anger anymore, it’s just how Snowy talks.

He proves he’s worth the number one position, he helps take Canada to a Silver medal at the Olympics and when Tater joins the team fresh from Russia, Snowy takes him under his wing. He likes Tater, likes that Tater chirps him and doesn’t take his crap and gives him a hard time, and he’s just content. His saves are up, his goals against average is down and every time he steps on the ice he’s smiling and making smart decisions.

He makes the All-Star team a few years later and goes up against Crosby in the shoot-out challenge and he’s hysterically laughing in the crease at Crosby’s antics and when he goes back to center ice with tears in his eyes Crosby smacks his pads and grins at him because Crosby isn’t just a good hockey player, he’s a good captain and he knows unhappy hockey players when he sees them. He could see it and he’s pleased as fucking punch that Snowy’s smiling and loving hockey again. (Snowy is touched and they become friends and hang out in the off season and the Penguins don’t snow him anymore, and any team a Penguin is traded to stops snowing him as well.)

When Jack comes along, Snowy doesn’t quite understand what Jack went through in the Q, but he knows all about being let down by a system that isn’t designed to catch people. He’s thankful Tater takes an interest in their new kid, and he tries to keep tabs on him. When Jack tentatively brings up backing mental health in hockey on a plane ride, Snowy takes a deep breath and stands up and tells his team the story he plays close to his chest. He explains how not having that support nearly destroyed his career and that mental support is just as important as nutritional and physical support. 

(Carol casually mentions an increase in monthly visits by the team to him a few sessions later. She says it’s mostly just teaching stress techniques and listening as an impartial 3rd party, but that she thinks that someone must have stepped up and said something to fight the stigma. Once again Snowy is fucking proud to be a Falc.)

(And five seasons later when they win the Stanley Cup with Snowy only letting in one goal against the Ducks, Captain Zimmboni hands Snowy that trophy and he raises it over his head and he thanks every hockey god he knows for this shitty, convoluted path that led him to his dream come true. He passes it to Tater and skates over to the bench where families are converging and takes a little bundle from his wife. How sweet this victory is, he thinks. He has his family, his brothers and he just beat the team that didn’t believe in him to win the Stanley Cup.)

Later, at the after party, Johnson could be overheard loudly stating that Snowy only played in the WHL because the author has a connection to that league, and that his backstory was probably more tragic than it needed to be and that his longtime girlfriend and he only broke up to cause more emotional turmoil for his character, but she likes happy endings so Snowy was basically guaranteed a Stanley Cup, but then the one with the mustache smacked him and met Snowy’s eyes and went “Goalies are fucking weird, bro. Why do I get them drunk?” and Snowy just grinned and fist bumped him because yeah, goalies were fucking weird.

littlestpersimmon  asked:

Kent Parson and Snowy hcs! How did they get together!!!!! Please you've dragged me deep into this hell......

aaaaaah yes!! i love them i could talk about them for ages

ok so.

  • after kent hangs out at that falcs optional skate w/ jack and asks snowy to get a drink with him they do & they go to this hole-in-the-wall garbage pub snowy hangs out at in providence and kent’s like “why do u come here” and snowy’s like “it matches my aesthetic” (kent: ur ridiculous and i cant believe u just said aesthetic out loud in a sentence) (also kent: me too tho)
  • they’re both hella busy so they dont see each other for a little while after the first date (kent: was it a date? i asked him out. kind of. was it casual? does snowy actually like me??? am i being a fool?????) but they text a lot and snowy makes kent laugh all the time- he’d never tell him that tho it’d boost his already huge ego- and he can’t remember the last time he laughed or smiled his much and his teammates start to notice too 
  • and i imagine he’s out to like two or three of them but not the whole team so someone makes a comment (kinda like tater to jack “your girl?”) about how he’s been texting someone a lot and grinning and he should just ask her out and he’s like “hahahahahhahhaha i am straight yes.” but then thinks about it and is like “ok i should tho. like we should be boyfriends that would be cool i would like a boyfriend”
  • so one time he and snowy are talking on the phone late at night and he’s sleepy and happy and is like “you should come to vegas. like to visit or whatever. that’d be nice” and he doesn’t really expect snowy to take him seriously but the next day snowy’s like “im buying my ticket is next weekend cool we have a few days off” and kent’s like “YEAH MAN THATS GREAT” //internally panicking bc snowy’s gonna Be Here and he’s gotta be Cool And Charming
  • but of course when snowy visits all of kent’s cool & chill exterior falls to pieces bc snowy just manages to do that to him, makes it so he’s completely himself and he doesn’t know how but it’s nice, he’s constantly changing himself and how he acts to accommodate people around him and how they want him to be but with snowy he’s just. himself.
  • kent’s trying to be sneaky and romantic so he says they should go out to eat one of the nights and takes snowy to this really nice restaurant and snowy’s a little shit so he’s just acting like “oh yeah, this place is nice, cool, w/e” as kent is Screaming bc he doesn’t know if snowy gets that it’s supposed to be romantic but of course snowy knows he’s not an idiot he just is an asshole and wants kent to actually say the words
  • so eventually kent does because he gets frustrated and is like “OH MY GOD THIS IS A DATE WE’RE ON A DATE I’M TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC DO U WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND” and snowy’s like “lol yea” (kent: [SCREECHING IN SIMULTANEOUS ANGER AND HAPPINESS])
  • and they have a very happy and lovely weekend and christen every room in kent’s apartment and cuddle and watch reality tv and attempt to make cookies (kent: i dont think the batter’s supposed to be this thin snowy: nah its fine they’ll just be pancakes instead of cookies kent: >:c)
  • kent also tries to get kit used to snowy and he’s worried she’s gonna hate him bc she hates literally everyone he brings home but the opposite happens and she likes snowy more than kent and keeps sleeping on his tummy and purring; snowy thinks this is rly fucking funny and points it out all the time
    • snowy: i cant believe ur cat loves me more than u lol
    • kent: >:(
    • snowy: i should just take her back with me seeing as she hates u now
    • kent: >:((((((((((((((((
  • so they’re boyfriends and they do the thing where they bicker at each other all the time when they’re alone but in public & around friends they’re fucking obnoxious and gross and only have eyes for each other
  • they dont wait a super long time to come out bc snowy’s like “yo. if we came out together as bfs then neither one of us would be the first openly queer nhl player like it’d be both of us at the same time” kent: “ur a genius and i love u”
  • because they’re both assholes they come out by posting a picture of them kissing and flipping off the camera at the exact same time on both their twitters and the press goes wild and both jack and bad bob tell kent they’re proud of him and pr for the aces & the falcs are freaking out and meanwhile kent and snowy are enjoying a quiet night in with take out and call of duty
    • pr makes them do an official statement but of course they dont take it seriously at all
    • reporter: kent, when did you know you were gay? kent: im not reporter: i’m confused kent: thats cuz ur an idiot
    • reporter: why did you decide to both come out now? snowy: so i could go down in history for being the gayest and best goalie this sport has ever seen
    • reporter: are you worried about how this will affect your careers? kent: full offense the aces literally cant afford to lose me good luck winning another cup without me fellas lmao
  • snowy starts bringing kent to the bbqs the falcs vets hold sometimes and everyone Hates This because they’re really fucking annoying like snowy’s annoying by himself but kent and snowy’s combined asshole power is the most irritating thing in the world
    • also, bitty and jack go to these things so while jack and kent are friends again now, bitty is still Bitter and Petty and doesnt like having kent around that much bc he literally cant let go of shit even if it’s been years he still holds a grudge
    • bitty: hey snowy!! how’ve you been? i heard you’re up for the vezina, that’s amazing, congrats!!!! oh hello kent.
  • anyway snowy and kent are very happy together and they’re both busy but they make it work by texting and calling and skyping and snapchatting constantly and kent spends breaks and off seasons in providence and brings kit with him and the falcs get to know kent more as a person and snowy’s bf not just kent parson hockey star 
  • last thing but just imagine them going to providence pride every year after they come out and it’s even better when jack and bitty come out bc the falconers get a float and all the guys come and snowy and kent and jack and bitty are all wearing rainbow stuff and have their faces painted and are laughing and dancing and kent doesn’t think he’s ever felt so happy in his life

negagalletas  asked:

prompt: when there's downtime, armin mends eren's clothes

“Are you done yet?”

“Not yet,” Armin muttered, running his thumb over the tiny stitches in the worn fabric. “Almost.”

Eren sighed, the sound almost swallowed by the rain on the roof of the barracks, and pushed himself upright to check on the progress himself. They were sitting on their bunk, Eren’s torn shirt tight in Armin’s grasp, tiny silver needle flashing dully in the dim, rainy afternoon light. 

“You can just borrow one of my shirts if I don’t get this done before dinner,” Armin offered, glancing at Eren through his lashes.

“As scrawny as you are, what makes you think one of your shirts would fit me?” Eren muttered, falling gracelessly back against the bed again and scratching his bare chest idly.

Armin blinked at him and returned his attention to the shirt, hoping Eren didn’t notice how his gaze fell or how his shoulders slumped slightly. He paused to examine the half-mended rip, the stitches somewhat haphazard but effective. He hoped.

He felt Eren shift behind him, curling closer to Armin’s back. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“No offense, Eren, but you’re not exactly handy with a needle,” he said, distracted. He jabbed the fabric hard and pulled the needle through on the other side. 


Eren shifted again, grabbing Armin’s pillow and stuffing it under his head. When Armin paused to look at him again, he found his friend’s eyes half-lidded, his breathing evening out slowly. 

“I don’t mind if you sleep, you know,” Armin said, voice perhaps gentler than he had intended. 

Eren nodded slowly, eyes drifting shut the rest of the way. Unable to resist, Armin reached out to comb his hand through Eren’s hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead and smoothing them back with a small smile before returning again to his work.

Wally saunters into the local coffee shop a week after his stealthy return to Happy Harbor, breathing in the spiced air with nostalgia. He’s come back for the summer at his mother’s request, but aims to spend as little time locked in his childhood home as possible. Though Stanford’s classes won’t start until September, he’s determined to go over the material for at least the first few chapters of his textbook. And early morning studying, it’s said, goes well with coffee.

The place hasn’t changed, small and dim, littered with mismatched furniture and fairy lights. The counter is still topped with worn wood.  The Specials blackboard isn’t wiped clean for the new day. It’s as if the thin layer of dust is only there to emphasize how early it is in the morning. Wally picks his way through the mess of tables, careful to avoid the handful of patrons as he approaches the counter. The barista on duty is facing away from him, standing on a stool to rearrange the packages of coffee grounds above the machines. He clears his throat, waiting for her to turn and react. She doesn’t. It takes him a moment to notice the earbuds drowning out her surroundings, and when he does, he can’t help but heave a sigh. Hesitant, he taps the service bell on the counter, watching the sleepy customers at the tables behind him with a wary eye.

The barista starts, yanking out her earbuds and hopping off the stool. She turns to face him, lazy bun flopping out of place, and Wally feels his heart stop. Maybe his younger self had been right, after all, because he has no idea how to deal with this situation. Come to think of it, this was probably the reason he had fled his hometown in the first place; an intense desire never to have to face the woman in front of him, ever again. He pinches his elbow, hard, but the barista’s name tag still reads Artemis in neat little handwriting.

“Um, sir? Can I help you?” she asks, shifting uncomfortably under his stare. He blinks, shakes his head roughly, and coughs to clear his throat.

“Yeah, sorry. Large dark roast, two cream, one sugar, please,” his voice comes out hoarse, much to his embarrassment. If Artemis notices, she doesn’t comment. He hears her read out his total, hands over his credit card with numb fingers. His eyes trace down her figure, taking advantage of her distraction. She’s different than he remembers, with short bangs framing her face and a softer, less violent look about her. Her expression remains unchanged, though, from the raging tigress of a girl he knew in high school. Boredom in the line of her mouth, one eyebrow arched in a permanent ‘are you kidding me?’

She glances at him with uncertainty, the faintest trace of a smirk on her lips. For a moment, Wally thinks she may have recognized him after all, and he can feel his palms start to sweat. Maybe he should make a break for it, get out while he can. He’s so focused on planning his escape route that he doesn’t notice Artemis speaking until she’s forced to repeat herself a third time.

“Can I get a name for the beverage, please?” she asks through gritted teeth.

“Wally,” he stammers out, realizing a third of a second too late that it would have been in his best interest to provide a false name. Something suave. A name she doesn’t have a rather embarrassing history with.

“All right,” she practically attacks his cup with the sharpie in her hand. He waits, forlorn, for her to finish brewing his coffee. She hands him the styrofoam travel cup a few minutes later, and he flashes her half a smile before he practically sprints out of the shop. Wally glances down at his cup, checking to see if all his requested ingredients are marked down. What he sees causes his throat to close and him to choke on his own spit.

This beverage has been prepared for Baywatch, the cup reads, and Wally knows that he’s utterly screwed.

gaymergirls  asked:

hey, bb, i'm sending you lots of positive thoughts and love right now! *hugs* how about korra/asami as buddy cops/detectives? or a superheroes, whichever one you like!


“I can’t believe I got stuck on detail with you.”

Asami stared down at the helment she was holding in her hands, jaw clenched, tapping out a tinny rhythm against the steel face mask with her thumb. Don’t do it, she told herself. She’s just baiting you.

“Seriously, of all people,” Korra huffed, slumping against the wall with a scowl, “they land me with the chick who doesn’t even have any real powers.”

Asami’s grip on her helmet tightened. 

“Would you please be quiet,” she seethed. “You’re supposed to be watching–”

“Whoa, don’t lecture me on how to do my job,” Korra cut in furiously. “I’m not the rookie here, Metal Girl.”


“Whatever." Korra stretched. "The point is, you’re just some rich kid in a fancy suit. You don’t have any powers, you don’t have any skills, nothing. You wouldn’t even be able to fight without that suit.”

“Just because you were born with the ability to control the elements with your mind or whatever doesn’t mean you can condescend to me like that!” Asami said furiously.

Korra glared at her for a moment before glancing away again. “Whatever,” she said again flatly.

Asami tossed her hair out of her face, eyes flashing. “How about you meet me at my place after this is over and I’ll show you just how many skills I really have?”

Korra snorted. “Is that a come-on, Sato? You trying to get me in bed?”

“…I don’t know,” Asami smirked, demeanor shifting. She drew closer, relishing the startled look on Korra’s face. “Is that where you want to be?”

“…Put your helmet on and let’s get the job done,” Korra dodged. “We’ll see how good you are when it’s all said and done.”

She had heard legends since childhood of the brave prince trapped in the secluded palace, locked in a century-long slumber, his chambers guarded by dragons that breathed ice and would freeze a man in his tracks before he even reached the door. Her brother told her not to bother with her quest, that they would find a way to defeat the horrible wizard Ozai on their own, but she had spent her entire life watching her people get beaten to the brink and she wasn’t going to waste any more time. She was a knight, courageous and just, and she would rescue the prince if it was the last thing she did.

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