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How's Andi? What's she up to these days? I think about her a lot, because I'm in love with her.
Andy’s good! Hockey season is over, which means she’s said goodbye to the Lil’ Aces hockey teams she coaches for the year. Now when she works in the evening hours, it’s meeting with Little League parents or watching middle schoolers play basketball.
During the season she coaches kids’ hockey and skating under 10, which is a real change from the deeply serious and competitive teenagers she worked with in Minnesota–the kind of girls who wanted into NCAA Div I, and the kind of boys who wanted into the NHL. These days her time on the ice is a whole lot sillier and less graceful, more filled with laughter. She used to resent the guys who coached the Aces junior team, which she couldn’t do while staying Executive Director at the Aces foundation. That job involves a lot of travel to away games. She couldn’t just head down the hallway from her office and spend a couple hours on the ice with kids, the way she can with the younger teams. That said… she’s coming to appreciate where she is.
Kent’s in Playoffs Mode, which means when he’s home he’s usually spaced out or sleeping. She gets it? She works around him and is a lot more tolerant during these weeks, because he’s tired, in pain, and stressed to the gills. If she has a major life crisis during playoffs, she’d rather take it to her friends than see Kent get derailed.
Her job (being PART of the Aces organization) is pretty understanding about time off during playoffs too. Internal meetings naturally get rescheduled if they conflict with a game. If Kent’s playing a decisive game in a series out of town, they don’t mind if Andy leaves work early to fly out for it.
It’s… awkward and weird, being in the public eye as Kent Parson’s Girlfriend. The thing about hockey girlfriends is–when you grow up in a small town with a junior hockey team, those boys are treated like GODS, because there’s the slim chance that some day they’re going to be rich and famous. The girls that date them are slim, polished, perfectly made up, and willing to sacrifice everything for their boyfriend’s career–and for the girls it’s the glamour, probably, but her parents put up with it because they want to see their daughter married to an NHL player and living in a mansion someday. That’s what she grew up with. There’s a reason the guys who asked her out thought that her falling for it would be so funny.
So she feels really acutely, sitting in the team box, that a lot of eyes are on her and she’s being judged, a lot, for being fat. That a lot of people think she slept her way into her job. That a lot of the national audience thinks she’s a joke as an athlete and a coach. And she knows that she can’t just pull on her Aces jersey and go to games the way she could when she was an anonymous fan unless she wants a lot of blowback about looking “ugly” or “sloppy”, so she does her makeup and her hair and wears expensive outfits and doesn’t eat in public anymore.
It helps, a little bit, that she’s there anyway. Even when people ask her on Twitter why Kent couldn’t have gotten a beard who was halfway-plausible… she’s still a fat woman being visibly loved. She’s still half of a duo that’s breaking open a conversation on mental health in hockey. She’s still on USA Hockey’s shitlist for her hand in the women’s national team boycott.
And win or lose, when playoffs are over, there’s a cabin on the shores of her favourite lake with her name on it, and she and Kent are gonna go there and rest.
WIP and sketch for my InuKag Kimi No Na Wa!AU/ Your Name! AU. Or maybe it’s just the first chapter? Who knows? I’m just gonna post snippets as I like.
Your Name Title: “In a Pickle” Word Count: 611
It was a foreign sound, but loud
enough nonetheless. What the hell was making such a racket? Also, was that a
woman’s voice he heard?
Inuyasha raised his head from the
pillow and should have noticed something wrong immediately—the mass of silky
black hair falling over his head—but grogginess delayed his perception. Instead
he noticed the sheets; pink flowers and pale pink pillows that smelled like
lavender. Definitely not where he remembered falling asleep, but where he was
could be ironed out once that obnoxious ringing stopped.