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Ketchup, Kerfuffles and Kind of a LOT ok?

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You:

Tillllyyyyyy WHERE ARE YOU?

Tilly:

Sorry, crikey. Yes, I’m here

You:

Soooooo…. WHEN AM I GETTING MORE GC?

Tilly:

Jeez, demanding much?

Tilly:

You realise I do this for free yeah :P

Tilly:

And it’s right here, after this chapter

You:

I’M GOING TO SKIP THIS AND READ THE GC BIT NOW

Tilly:

Don’t you dare! I have important information to share with you first.

You:

Ugh, fine. Does the important information include how it’s taken you so freaking long to write this episode?

Tilly:

I mean, ok. It’s taken a while BUT, the reason for that is…

Tilly:

STUFF KEPT HAPPENING OK?

Tilly:

I’d write a bit, and I’d be NEARLY FINISHED and then SOMETHING ELSE WOULD HAPPEN that I’d need to include and…

Tilly:

It’s been a hell of a month for hockey ok?

You:

Ok, I guess that’s fair.

You:

Like, there has been a lot happening. And you’re a rangers fan aren’t you tilly?

Tilly:

I AM a rangers fan. It’s been a tough month for us.

You:

Hows that been, including Wilson in the GC for this episode?

Tilly:

I mean… you’ll see 😉 There’s drama. OBVIOUSLY. I live for the drama.

You:

And you’re a brit yeah?

Tilly:

Yep, totally British :D

You:

You proud of how your boys did at worlds?

Tilly:

OMFG SO MUCH <3 <3 <3. Obviously, KIRKY FOREVER but also, like, Bowns stood on his head for the ENTIRE tourney… I’m just, SO PROUD of the whole team.

You:

You going to include any of them in the GC?

Tilly:

Ehhhhh… Kirky’s mentioned. But honestly, I struggled to see a way he could get tied in, because he doesn’t know any of these boys.

Tilly:

BUT, you’ll see what the boys think of that later.

You:

Ok, so you’ve included a bunch of stuff, literally everything that’s happened in the world of hockey over the last month right?

Tilly:

Yeah… about that… no.

You:

What?

Tilly:

So, there’s two BIG things that came to light over the last month that I haven’t included.

Tilly:

And I’m happy to tell you what they are, and I’m happy to explain why, but if you want to criticize me for not including them, you can click right out of my fic and run off to be judgemental somewhere else.

You:

Defensive much?

Tilly:

HELLA defensive ok?

Tilly:

So, in case you didn’t realise, Jake Virtanen was accused of sexual assault recently, and an undisclosed player who played for the blackhawks org in 2010 is suing the organisation for knowing about/covering up/dismissing allegations of sexual abuse by a member of staff.

You:

And you’re not including those? But, you’ve included some pretty hard hitting stuff in the past right?

Tilly:

I have. BUT, I am a survivor both of sexual abuse AND of sexual assault.

Tilly:

The blackhawks case in particular was pretty fucking triggering for me

Tilly:

And this fic is my HAPPY place

Tilly:

SO, I hereby declare that the GC takes place in a weirdly specific AU in which hockey players don’t ever sexually abuse or assault people…

Tilly:

I’m not doing this to erase anyone’s trauma, and I’m CERTAINLY not doing this because I don’t believe the allegations to be true

Tilly:

I’m doing this to protect MYSELF, and for no other reason.

You:

I get that. You’ve got to put yourself first.

Tilly:

Thank you.

You:

Can I have the fic now?

Tilly:

Ugh, fine. You’re worse than Cale.

Tilly:

It’s in the subsequent chapters. THERE’S A LOT OF IT

You:

YAY!

You:

I’M GOING NOW

Tilly:

WAIT!

You:

What?

Tilly:

I promised you easter eggs remember?

You:

Ooooh yeah you did.

Tilly:

SO first of all, I hve way too much keen for this universe, so I made a relationship map

Tilly:

You can visit it here https://embed.kumu.io/896626f9cf96844ae241da241617fcee

Tilly:

OR, I’ll embed it at the bottom of the page

You:

Jeeeeeeez

You:

That’s extra tilly, that’s HELLA EXTRA

Tilly:

It gets worse

Tilly:

My friend made a “which gc boy are you?” quiz

Tilly:

Because I’m not the only person weird about this gc apparently.

Tilly:

https://uquiz.com/uAzVB2

Tilly:

It does not contain ALL of the boys, that would be ridiculous

Tilly:

BUT GO TAKE IT. Come back, tell me who you got.

You:

Can I do it AFTER I read this update?

Tilly:

Will you remember to come back and do it afterwards?

You:

Ugh, fine, probably not.

Tilly:

Go take the damn quiz. Make yourself a cuppa, come back and settle in for 13k worth of g/c

You:

… you spoil us tilly

Tilly:

OFC

Tilly:

It’s because I love you so <3

 

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Cartsy:

Did you actually just call out a ref Kaner, publically?

Kaner:

🤷♂️ look I’m fucking fed up of it ok.

Kaner:

He hates us. HATES US. And they’re supposed to be unbiased.

Sid:

Dude you’re so going to get fined for that

Kaner:

I literally don’t care though. Like it’s not like a fine is going to hurt me.

Kaner:

Besides, I’m old and grumpy.

Richie:

Denied.

Danny:

Aren’t you like… 12?

Kaner:

Rude.

Richie:

He’s definitely 12.

Tazer:

Personally I thought it was kind of hot

Danny:

Kaner being 12?

Tazer:

Fuck off Brière.

Tazer:

Peeks calling out Lee

Tazer:

It was hot.

Stromer:

I am uncomfortable.

Brinks:

It’s like learning that your parents have sex

Stromer:

Except worse

Stromer:

Because I pretend my parents only have sex for the sole purpose of having kids

Brinks:

Obviously. But with Kaner and Tazer?

Stromer:

Ew.

Kaner:

Rude. All of you.

Kaner:

Either you think I’m 12, or you think I’m too old to be having sex….

Kaner:

Make up your minds!

Tazer:

(It was hot babes)

Tazer:

Plus I like the fact you’re standing up for the team… like… THEY’RE YOUR BABIES TOO NOW

Kaner:

Fuck off are they. I’m babysitting them for you.

Kaner:

I don’t claim ownership.

Stromer:

Rude. You’re my hockey dad.

Kaner:

I’ll keep you and the cat, I’m not claiming all the kittens.

Tazer:

Keep telling yourself that…

Tazer:

You’d die for those kids

Kaner:

Lies…

Lacko:

Soooo random question.

Lu:

BEFORE HE ASKS IT. THE ANSWER IS “NO THAT’S DISGUSTING EDDIE”

Lacko:

Hush you. Don’t bias them.

Lacko:

Ketchup on Pasta. Yes or no?

Danny:

Ewwww. No!!!

Gabe:

OMG YES.

Burky:

Yes. Totally yes. Always.

Lu:

Is this a secret Swedish thing?

Lacko:

It’s logical ok, it’s mushed up tomatoes, ketchup is pasta sauce.

Tazer:

It really… really isn’t.

Kaner:

I kind of want to try it now, like, mostly just to upset Jon

Tazer:

I hate you

Chucky:

Honestly, it sounds like the kind of thing that would be excellent when you’re absolutely smashed

Chucky:

But would be revolting sober.

Lu:

Ketchup. Is NOT. Pasta. Sauce

Hartsy:

Ok but technically… it is mushed up tomatoes.

Hartsy:

And since tomatoes are a fruit…

Hartsy:

Ketchup is a smoothie.

Lu:

I honestly didn’t think it was possible for me to hate someone’s opinion on this more than I hate eddies.

Lu:

Good job rookie. I am truly disgusted by you.

Hartsy:

🤠🤠🤠

Lacko:

Except you’re not his actual rookie.

Hartsy:

🙄 I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend Lacko, it’s fine :P

Lacko:

I’M JUST SAYING I NEED TO BE HIS FAVOURITE ROOKIE OK?

Lu:

You have NEVER been my favourite rookie Eddie.

Lacko:

RUDE! RUDE RUDE RUDE.

Lacko:

WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME?

Lu:

Because I love you Eddie.

Lacko:

😍😍😍

Sid:

@Kaner, give Shaw my best

Sid:

It’s a tough decision to make

Kaner:

Will pass that on ☹

Kaner:

And like, I’m not ok with the number of my boys that are retiring this season

Kaner:

But I totally respsect that like, your health needs to come first

Tazer:

In our house we take head injuries seriously

Kaner:

…. ONLY BECAUSE YOU LEARNT THAT THE HARD WAY DUMBASS

Kaner:

We take head injuries seriously…. Now.

Stromer:

Locker room’s going to feel WEIRD without Shawzy though

Brinks:

Tazer get healthy and get back in the game challenge

Tazer:

I’m working on it ok?

Tazer:

I know you guys can only cope for so long with Peeks and Duncs as the “responsible adults” in the room.

Stromer:

It’s fine, Alex and I have taken on Mom and Dad duties for the babies with you and seabsie not in the room.

Kaner:

I’d be insulted, but honestly, I prefer it that way.

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Paul:

Caaaaaaaarrrrrrtttteeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Hartsy:

What?

Paul:

When are you coming to Denver?

Sid:

Does he not need to finish the season?

Sid:

Like, I get you’re injured Hartsy, but still

Paul:

He’s not the only one

Paul:

Sam and Erik are BOTH out at the moment

Paul:

And I honestly can’t cope

Sid:

Hasn’t EJ been out for most of the season?

Paul:

AND ERIK ON HIS OWN IS BAD ENOUGH

Paul:

Both of them together?

Hartsy:

I will come keep you company…

Hartsy:

AFTER the season has finished

Paul:

😭😭😭😭😭

Paul:

THEY ARE DRIVING ME INSANE

Sid:

I thought you liked Girard?

Paul:

I mean, technically I also like Erik

Paul:

BEING AS HE’S MY FIANCE

Paul:

But they’re exhausting like this

Paul:

Injured hockey players are the WORST

Hartsy:

And yet you want me to come and stay?

Paul:

…. Fair point

Paul:

I feel you’re a less irritating patient though

Hartsy:

Second I’m done with media day I’ll get on a plane :P

Paul:

I’m holding you to that

Paul:

Sid, I’d ask if you’re coming…. But…

Sid:

I’ll be playing my own playoff series?

Paul:

You get mad about it when I ask when you’ll be done for the season

Sid:

I will be done for the season when my one true love is back in my arms

Sid:

#NotNathan

Sid:

You can come and stay over the summer, I’ll see you then :P

Paul:

I’m holding you to that.

Paul:

Avs FaBs holiday. We’ll leave the actual Avs behind

Sid:

Sold.

Hartsy:

I mean, currently, I’m like nooooooo I want my caaaaallleeeee

Hartsy:

But like, a week of playoff cale and I may change my mind on that.

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Stromer:

RY I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU!!!!

Cloudy:

:D thank you, stoked to be, y’know… IN THE ACTUAL SHOW

Cloudy:

Although I think Matty is just as excited as me

Stromer Jr:

SHUT UP

Stromer Jr:

I AM SO FREAKIN PROUD OF YOU <3

McLegend

So proud of you, all of us <3

Howdy:

Gutted we’re not all going to get to play against you

TK:

Who are you starting against kid?

Cloudy:

The Jets

Davo:

BUT he’s going to be staying up for a bit!

Cloudy:

Ugh, you don’t know that Davo!

Davo:

Look, we like how you fit. You’re a good fit for us :D

Cloudy:

I’m just going to take it one shift at a time

McLegend:

Good plan baby bro

Stromer Jr:

And remember, even if you don’t play a single second, I’m still fucking proud of you <3

Hartsy:

This is the most wholesome thing in the world

Josty:

HARTSY!!! HOW IS THE KNEE BUDDY?

Hartsy:

Eh, I mean… not good?

Josty:

COME TO DENVERRRRRRR

Hartsy:

I mean, I’m not going to be playing, but I’m staying in Philly until the end of the season

Howdy:

Is it that bad?

Hartsy:

Like, if there was a chance of us making it? I could push through it

TK:

Next year. You’re going to be on TOP FORM

Patty:

N we cn pray for a coach that doesn’t hate us

Josty:

BUT, after the end of the season, YOU ARE COMING TO DENVER YES?

Hartsy:

Yes, I’m coming to stay for a bit 😊

Hartsy:

Why are you more excited about this than 8 is?

Josty:

Oh I’m not

Josty:

Lulu is very excited

Cale:

Can you not.

Stromer:

Lulu?

Cale:

🙄🙄🙄🙄

Cale:

Apparently my leggings choice is noteworthy?

Josty:

BRO, like, soccer moms wear lululemon

Cale:

THEY HAVE A MENS SECTION

Hartsy:

Also, have you SEEN his 🍑 in them?

Hartsy:

👌👌👌👌

Cale:

And my boyfriend likes them so 💅

Cale:

You’re just jealous you’re not as hot as me :P

Josty:

RUDE! I’m beautiful.

Josty:

Although I will admit, my ass is not a patch on yours

Cale:

😶😶😶😶

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Davo:

@Matthew can you please stop flirting with my teammates VIA FIGHTING THEM

Chucky:

NEVER 😂😂😂😂

Hartsy:

Were you fighting Drai again?

Chucky:

What? No!

Davo:

I mean the fight with brutes…

Davo:

#awks

TBeauty:

Oh no, that was 100% flirting 😉

Chucky:

It was a nice fight

TBeauty:

Wanna go again sometime soon?

Drai:

@Hartsy, please be assured that my fighting with Tkachuk is never flirting

Drai:

Also, Tys, can you not use fighting as flirting

Drai:

Because we have to kill those penalties

Chucky:

Rude.

TBeauty:

Shhhh chuck, we won’t listen to them :P                           

Lu:

Holy crap willy what????

Lacko:

… like, what?

Richie:

Is anyone apart from us old retired boys watching?

Lacko:

NGL wasn’t watching

Lacko:

I just saw it appear on twitter.

Richie:

Sitting on here waiting for willy to get online after the game

Lu:

… you’re not the only one!

Latta:

I’m like, 90% there’s a reasonable explanation here…

Hartsy:

Someone fill me in, I’m not watching the caps game

Lacko:

So, it LOOKS like Willy punched one of the rags while he was on the floor

Lacko:

And then one of the tiny Russian rangers jumped on him, and… it didn’t go well for him.

Lu:

WHY IS EVERYONE PLAYING RIGHT NOW?

EJ:

I literally just tuned in to watch it, isn’t that Kaner’s rookie?

Lacko:

It’s Panarin?? Idk if that’s kaner’s rookie.

EJ:

Yeah, he started on the hawks, Kaner adopted him as his tiny Russian son.

EJ:

He’s proper tiny

Hartsy:

… I’ve just watched the clip, fucking hell Willy? Was that necessary?

Sammy:

Erik and I just watched also O.O

Sammy:

He’s practically my size.

Josty:

Holy fuck that looked bad!

EJ:

JUNIOR! GET OFF YOUR PHONE

Josty:

Shhhh I just checked it quickly, and saw all of this and was like O.O

Josty:

I’ll go back to warming up 😉

Howdy:

Just switched my phone back on

Howdy:

Was watching from the box, but am heading down to the room now

Howdy:

And yeah… that wasn’t fucking cool willy.

Stromer:

Is breadman ok?

Kaner:

What the ACTUAL FUCK WILLY?

Willy:

LMAO, just got home and Mike is like SHOVING my phone in my face

Kaner:

Ok, but WHAT THE FUCK?

Kaner:

Bread is like, TINY ok, you can’t DO that shit

Willy:

😂😂😂😂 and now he knows, that’s what fucking happens when you pick a fight with someone out of you weight class 💅💅💅

 

Howdy has left the chat

Chucky:

Dude, not cool

Chucky:

That’s his teammate

Willy:

He shouldn’t have picked a fight with me?

Willy:

Like, I can’t see how people can get mad at me when I literally didn’t start it

Willy:

Fucker jumped on my back… what am I supposed to do, let him?

Kaner:

Its BREAD. Like, you could probably continue to play the game with him clinging onto your back and not fucking notice…

Teeks:

Ok, but I wanna try that.

Willy:

He’ll be fine though

Kaner:

WILL HE?

Kaner:

YOU SMASHED HIS FUCKING HEAD INTO THE ICE?

Willy:

You know what it’s like when you’re in the middle of the game

Kaner:

No willy, I don’t. Literally 0 career fights.

Willy:

He’s your buddy right?

Kaner:

He’s my rookie.

Willy:

So you could… hypothetically… text him… to check he’s ok?

Kaner:

🙄🙄🙄🙄

Kaner:

I’ll dm you his number, you can grow a pair and text him yourself.

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Howdy:

Sorry for like, flouncing out there

Chucky:

YOU DON’T NEED TO APOLOGISE

Davo:

Yeah, I’m with you Howdy, like, Willy’s out of order.

Davo:

I don’t want to like, jump into the chat and be like “stop being a fucking dick”

Davo:

But also…

Chucky:

How is the breadman doing?

Howdy:

Concussion protocol ☹

Howdy:

And probably out for the rest of the season which… like…

Howdy:

There goes our playoff chances

Howdy:

Like, I get that they were slim to start with but still.

Marns:

Let us know, if there’s like, anything we can do.

Howdy:

I mean I’d say yeah, punch fucking Wilson in the fucking head.

Howdy:

See how he fucking likes it…

Mitch:

I would have to pass on that one….

Howdy:

Well exactly, I don’t think ANY of us could pull that off

Teeks:

#rude

Teeks:

I’ll give it a go.

Patty:

No.

Patty:

U r not allowed to fite Wilson

Teeks:

BUT VENGANCE FOR THE BREAD BOY

Patty:

No.

Davo:

I mean, I want to say, let player safety deal with it

Davo:

But historically, that’s gone SO WELL

Howdy:

Honestly, the mood in the locker room rn

Howdy:

If they don’t suspend him, I wouldn’t suggest his coaches put him on the ice next game

Stromer:

Oh shit, you guys are playing them again in a couple of days yeah?

Howdy:

Yeah.

Howdy:

Also, fair warning, Stromer Sr is being like, WHY DIDN’T HE FIGHT ME?

Howdy:

“I WAS RIGHT THERE?”

Stromer Jr:

😂😂😂 Like Ry could take a punch from Wilson

Stromer:

He probably could better than panarin though!

Stromer Jr:

Oof, fair.

 

Davo:

Holy shit. Wilson didn’t even get a single game suspension!!!!

Stromer:

WHAT THE FUCK?

Teeks:

Is Wilson sucking Paroses dick on the reg or something?

Hartsy:

Wilson is who Parros wishes he was tbh

Cale:

Ooof, accurate

Chucky:

So accurate

Howdy:

Fucking 5k, which is, NOTHING to him

Howdy:

We’ve just had a players only meeting to be like, we don’t gaf what coach tells us, if that fucking goon sets foot on the ice, he’s getting punched.

Teeks:

In the nicest possible way…

Teeks:

Do you even have anyone on your team who does that anymore?

Howdy:

I mean, technically no…

Howdy:

But the boys who are being called up for this game are…

Howdy:

More used to that style of play?

Chucky:

🤣 you can use the word goon howds

Chucky:

They’re AHL guys, they probably literally are!

Stromer:

Don’t, that shit gets SCARY!

Howdy:

But also, literally EVERY guy on the team is wanting to punch the fucker

Howdy:

And most of the guys also want to punch Parros sooo….

Stromer:

Holy shit!

Stromer:

Your management just put out a statement!!!!

Howdy:

👀👀👀

McLegend:

Holy crap they’re gonna get fined so hard

Howdy:

I mean, they’re not wrong!

Howdy:

DoPs is a fucking joke!

Howdy:

Do they just want violent hockey?

Howdy:

BECAUSE WE CAN GIVE THEM VIOLENT HOCKEY

Chucky:

I mean, it seems like they do tbh

Howdy:

… I mean, I say “WE” can give them violent hockey

Howdy:

I can sit in a box while the rest of my teammates do violent hockey

Chucky:

How IS the foot?

Howdy:

…Lame…

Brinksy:

GET OUT

Stromer:

🤣🤣🤣

Howdy:

Nah, I’m at the stage where I’m just bored AF of being injured now

Howdy:

Like, I’m out for the rest of the season whatever, and I’m just itching to get back on the ice

Stromer:

Holy sheet TK, you ok buddy?

Chucky:

What’s happened?

Stromer:

Looks like Sid’s taken a leaf out of Willy’s book

Stromer:

🙄🙄

Stromer:

Just slamming TK’s head into the ice

Hartsy:

Don’t 😭😭

Hartsy:

TK you have to message like, ASAP

Teeks:

Sorry, was playing hockey. OBVIOUSLY

Teeks:

And nah, I’m all good

Teeks:

I’ve been trying to fight Sid for literally MY WHOLE ENTIRE CAREER

Teeks:

And he knows this

Patty:

U realiz that teek messaged sid b4 the game 2 be lik “wanna go?”

Teeks:

I DID. I’VE BEEN WANTING TO FIGHT SID FOREVER OK?

Teeks:

Literally best day ever.

Cale:

… but is your head ok?

Teeks:

My head is FINE

Hartsy:

In order to have a concussion…. You have to have a brain

Patty:

Lol. I think tk is ok then

Teeks:

Rude (affectionate)

Patty:

🙄

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Sid:

You alright Teeks?

Teeks:

OMG YES :D :D :D

Teeks:

BEST DAY EVER

Claude:

🙄🙄🙄

Danny:

…. What did you do?

Teeks:

I FOUGHT SID!

Cartsy:

Are you very proud of yourself?

Teeks:

I AM THE MOST PROUD

Cartsy:

Even though you fought Sid…. AND LOST

Willy:

🤣

Teeks:

It’s not the winning or the losing that matters

Teeks:

I fought Sidney Crosby.

Teeks:

That has been my career goal since I got drafted ok?

Richie:

I mean, that’s a valid career goal.

Richie:

I’M proud of you kid, even if no-one else is.

Lacko:

RUDE, I think it’s an EXCELLENT career goal.

Lacko:

What is next career goal TK?

Teeks:

Shit. I didn’t think that far ahead.

Teeks:

@wilso?

Claude:

YOU WOULD DIE TK

Teeks:

Ugh, fine, spoil all my fun.

Teeks:

Dicktrick?

Teeks:

I mean, I’ve got a hatty against the Pens, I’ve got a fight against Sid

Teeks:

I can probs just retire rn tbh

EJ:

Anyone else tuning in to Rags/Caps just for the drama?

Richie:

Oh holy fuck yes

Sammy:

I’m sat right next to you…

EJ:

OBVIOUSLY I KNEW YOU WERE WATCHING IT WITH ME DUMBASS

Sammy:

You have dumb ass

Chucky:

We’ve got it streaming in the locker room while we warm up 🤣

Claude:

I love the fact that we won’t tune in for good hockey

Claude:

But we will absolutely 100% tune in for this shit show

Danny:

OBVIOUSLY.

Richie:

I mean, let’s be honest, we watch good hockey all the damn time.

Richie:

But how often do we get to watch really shit hockey

Richie:

By a bunch of players who are almost as pissed of at DoPS as their management are

Josty:

How much was the fine for the Rags in the end

TBeauty:

JUNIOR. You are supposed to be warming up

Josty:

Nobody shouted at chucky for streaming the game in their locker room during warm ups

Drai

That’s because nobody cares if the flames win or lose

Drai:

🤷♂️

Davo:

LEON!

Drai:

Am I wrong?

Davo:

Play nice :P

Drai:

No.

Chucky:

😂

Mitchy:

Ooop, have we seen the rangers opening line up?

Mitchy:

@Howdy, that’s not a real line is it?

Chucky:

… he left remember?

Mitchy:

Oh shit.

Mitchy:

No, I had forgotten

Stromer:

Not a real line though.

Stromer:

I don’t think those 3 guys have ever been on the ice together before 😂

Kaner:

What’s the current bet on how long into the first shift?

Chucky:

Reckon they’ll even get to puck drop?

EJ:

FIVE MINUTES UNTIL WE FIND OUT

Lacko:

👀👀👀

EJ:

Holy fuck, I can’t remember the last time I saw gloves dropped that quickly after the puck.

Stromer:

It was kind of inevitable with that first line though right?

Lu:

Completely.

Chucky:

Willy’s first shiiiiift

Kaner:

And he’s dowwwwwn 😂😂😂

EJ:

Reckon they’re going to act like this every time he’s on the ice?

Kaner:

CAN YOU BLAME THEM?

Kaner:

IT’S TEMI!

Tazer:

You are not allowed to fight Willy ok Peeks?

Kaner:

Like I would.

Kaner:

I’d bat my eyelashes at you and get you to do it :P

Stromer:

😂😂😂

EJ:

Ooops, Willy’s down again

Brinks:

🙄 I can’t imagine them letting him have an easy shift tbh

Lu:

Well, that was a fucking riot of a first period

Lu:

Literally!

Lacko:

Oop, they’ve said Willy isn’t coming back from “injury”

Lacko:

@Latts is he ok?

Latts:

He’s fine. He’s “injured”

Latts:

I mean, technically at any given time like 90% of us are playing with some minor injury

Latts:

And coach doesn’t want him back out on the ice

Latts:

It’s not making it a good game 🙄

Kaner:

I mean, can you blame them?

Kaner:

From the Rags perspective, player safety have basically OK’d all violence ever

Latts:

You realise I’d be ok with that?

Latts:

I just hate the fact that people are constantly demonising Tom.

Latts:

It’s not like he gets to choose how he’s punished by DoPS

Latts:

And yeah, ok, maybe the most recent rags game he crossed the line a bit

Latts:

But firstly, you know how tempers flare when you’re in the middle of a game

Latts:

And secondly, like, the fucker jumped on his back.

Latts:

If someone jumps on your back, there’s no-way of knowing WHO it is, and thinking “maybe I shouldn’t punch this guy he’s a topliner”… no, you just fucking go.

Chucky:

We get that. Look, just because Kaner’s salty because it’s his BABY that is out, doesn’t mean any of us actually think Willy’s a bad guy.

Latts:

I mean, Howdy clearly does.

Chucky:

Howdy left because he was struggling with the fact he DOESN’T think willy’s a bad guy

Chucky:

But also because his teammate is hurting

Chucky:

And there’s fuck all he could do about it because he, and MOST OF THE GUYS ON THEIR TEAM WHO FIGHT are out atm

Chucky:

So obvs it was stressing him out

Davo:

He’s said he’ll come back in a bit

Davo:

I think he just needs a bit of time out.

Tazer:

It’s tough, when your team is on the verge of elimination and there’s fuck all you can do to help them

Tazer:

Just saying.

Hartsy:

@Lacko… is this true? https://twitter.com/fadeastride/status/1388702141590564867?s=21

Lu:

Miller needs to keep his hands off ok -.-

Lacko:

😂 Bobby doesn’t share.

Hartsy:

I just like the implication that he goes round the league propositioning goalies 😂

Cale:

Noooooooo MY HARTSY

Hartsy:

🙄 I WASN’T SUGGESTING HE’D PROPOSITION ME

Cale:

Hottest goalie in the league. It’s official.

Matts:

Disagree.

Chucky:

Double Disagree.

Cale:

😤

Cale:

Pretty sure as the one who gets mocked on a damn near daily basis for having a “goalie fetish” I am the authority on hot goalies.

Matts:

I’ve been a goalie fucker since you were still in school college boy :P

Matts:

And chuck agrees with me sooo…. You’re outvoted.

Chucky:

… I wasn’t agreeing with you.

Chucky:

I mean. I was.

Chucky:

In as much as I don’t think Hartsy is the hottest goalie in the league

Chucky:

Despite the Abs™ and the angel face (sorry Hartsy)

Hartsy:

I’m cool with this.

Mitchy:

But Chuck also doesn’t think FREDDIE is the hottest goalie in the league

Freddie:

This is fine.

Freddie:

I’m kind of uncomfortable with anyone who ISN’T Auston thinking I’m the hottest goalie in the league.

Mitchy:

BUT, if we have a quick vote from only the goalie fuckers on which team has the hottest goalies in the league…. We totally win!

JT:

We do?

Chucky:

… I mean, am I technically a goalie fucker?

Segsy:

Have you ever fucked a goalie?

Chucky:

Well, yes.

Segsy:

I think that makes you a goalie fucker

Mitchy:

Just because you haven’t fucked the one specific goalie you’re thinking about

Chucky:

SHUT UP MARNS

Freddie:

Wait, which of my co-goalies are you thirsting over Tkachuk?

Chucky:

It’s not important.

Mitchy:

Ritter

Chucky:

SHUT UP MOUSE

Mitchy:

😘😘😘

EJ:

FYI y’all, Cale has muted us because he’s mad about y’all challenging his authority as goalie-fetishist extraordinaire

Josty:

He is PROPER SULKING

Sammy:

It’s very beautiful

Hartsy:

Oh don’t be mean to him

Cale:

I’M STILL READING

Cale:

AND I HATE YOU ALL

Cale:

Except you 79. Obviously <3

Sammy:

When will you come to visit us Hartsy?

Cale:

Sooooooon. He’s coming SOOOOON.

Segsy:

Bet he WILL be coming 😉

Hartsy:

That’s the fucking plan :D

EJ:

….

EJ:

NOT UNDER MY ROOF 🤬

Segsy:

The “fucking” plan. 😂

TBeauty:

Taking the focus away from goalie fucking for just a second

TBeauty:

LETS ALL TAKE A MOMENT FOR OUR BOY DAVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Drai:

:D 100 POINTS IN 53 GAMES

Stromer:

THE LAST TIME SOMEONE DID THAT

Stromer:

WE WEREN’T EVEN BORN YET 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Brinks:

WOOOOOOOOO GO CON!!!!!!!!

Sid:

Congrats Davo!!! Fucking impressive.

Kaner:

I’m blown away. Superstar.

Davo:

Thanks guys ☺

Davo:

Obviously, couldn’t do it without the boys

Drai:

NO! You don’t need to be humble here

Chucky:

I hate to agree with Drat butttt…

Chucky:

He’s right. You’re awesome. Fucking BRAG ABOUT IT CON!

Davo:

Alright, I’m a little bit proud.

Stromer:

NOT NEARLY AS PROUD AS I AM CON MCCONNOR

Davo:

Miss you Dyl <3

Stromer:

LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Stromer:

Like, making the playoffs would have been baller, but also…

Stromer:

I can’t wait for the off season this year

Stromer:

Being able to see people that aren’t just… Alex and Peeks

Brinks:

I’d be offended, but honestly, it would be super nice to see not-teammates.

Chucky:

I can’t wait to see my sister.

Chucky:

And yes, I know you all hate your siblings.

Segsy:

I DON’T HATE MY SIBLINGS

Segsy:

I TOO CANNOT WAIT TO SEE MY SISTERS.

Hartsy:

I can’t wait to see my boyfriend

Cartsy:

MOOD

Richie:

You’re assuming you still have a boyfriend Jeff…

Richie:

I’ve told you… I’m not marrying a pen :P

Cartsy:

🙄

Richie:

Separate bedrooms from here on out.

Danny:

Seems perfectly reasonable to me

Cartsy:

STOP ENCOURAGING HIM BRIERE

Danny:

Never 😂

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Carter grabbed his bags off the carousel, he’d not brought any of his gear, and a lot of stuff had been shipped home to Alberta, but he still had two large bags of clothes, because he didn’t know how long they’d be staying in Colorado for.

Heading out to the exit, he was more glad than ever for his face mask, covering most of his face, along with the toque he had pulled down over his ears, pretty much everyone was unrecognisable, especially here, somewhere that wasn’t particularly hockey focused.

The figure waving caught his eye, and whilst he was glad he’d asked Cale to send him over a picture of Paul, so he’d know who to look for, it’s pretty undeniable that the figure is waving madly at him. As soon as he’s within arms reach, Paul tugs him in for a hug, both arms wrapping around him.

“Hey there kid.” Paul grins, reaching out for the bag that’s in his hand. “You ok carrying this stuff?”

“I’m fine.” Carter grins, feeling a little shy, “I can walk and stuff, it’s just skating that’s the issue at the moment.”

“Well,” Paul grins, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “Lets get you to the car anyway.”

He’s spoken to Paul quite a bit, they have the ‘FaBs’ chat, with the pair of them, plus Sid, which is hands down the weirdest little group chat Carter’s ever been a part of, but it’s still strange, meeting someone for the first time. Still, he follows Paul out to his car, and slides into the passenger seat beside him.

“Juice tell you the plan?” Paul asks as he starts up the car, manouvering out of the airport like it’s familiar, which Carter guesses it probably is.

“That I’m staying with you and EJ?” Carter nods, “Yeah.”

“Bless,” Paul laughs, “He was so fucking worried that you’d be lonely for the road games, so we figured having the pair of you stay with us would mean you and I could hang out while the boys are on the road.”

“Is EJ travelling with them then?” Carter asks, he’d not asked up until this point, knowing that Cale couldn’t tell him anything, but he’s no longer asking as a flyers player, but as an Avs FaB.

“Not yet,” Paul sighs, rolling his eyes, “But he’s hoping to.”

Carter stifles a giggle, “You enjoying having him home?”

Paul shakes his head with a grin, “Don’t get me wrong, Erik’s the love of my fucking life, but I feel like I’m going to need to up my work hours a LOT when he retires.” There’s a moment of silence as he pulls out onto the highway, “While I remember, Juice won’t be there when we get in.”

“Ok.” Carter shrugs, he’d known it was a game day, known that Cale would need to keep up his routines.

“He wanted to be.” Paul explains, “But Erik pointed out that there was no way he’d get his nap in before the game, and he’d be a little bitch about leaving for the game, and it’s going to be easier to focus for him if…”

Carter cuts him off, “It’s ok.” He says gently, “I get it.”

Paul laughs ruefully, “I forget sometimes, that you and Sid aren’t like the other WaGs, that you’re way more used to the system.”

“Do you hang out with them a lot?” Carter asks.

Paul shrugs, “Sometimes.” He says carefully, “I mean, I’m pretty good friends with Mel, and I know the girls that have been around a while, but with the shuffles over the summer, and Covid and everything I haven’t met all the new girls yet.”

“I can’t imagine it.” Carter pulls a face, “Like, moving because you’ve been traded is hard enough, I can’t imagine moving because your boyfriend got traded.”

“I know,” Paul sighs, “Thankfully, not something I’ve done, and, touch wood,” he raps his knuckles against his head, “Not something I want to do.”

They chatter through the ride back to Paul and EJ’s house, and it’s not long before they’re slipping through the countryside. Carter knows that EJ doesn’t live unreasonably far from the rink, but it’s certainly a lot further than Cale lives. Paul slows the car to a crawl as they drive up the dirt track to the house, pulling up in front of the front door.

Carter manages to grab his heavier bag before Paul can get to it, but Paul grabs the other one, staring pointedly at Carter’s knee as he does.

“You’re ok with dogs yeah?” Paul asks.

Carter nods, “Cale said you guys have… four?”

“Yep, four beautiful girls.” Paul grins, “Balances out the testosterone around the place.” He opens the front door calling out. “Honey, I’m home.”

EJ appears in an instant, bounding past his fiancé and tugging Carter into a hug that belies how few times they’ve actually met in the past. “Carter Harter!” He laughs.

“Please don’t.” Carter attempts to glare at him.

Paul reaches out and flicks him on the ear. “Don’t be a dick Erik.” He pauses, frowns, and then concedes, “Or at least, try to tone down your usual dickishness levels.”

“Rude.” EJ grins, sticking his tongue out, and then letting go of Carter to press a soft, familiar kiss to Paul’s lips. “Traffic ok?”

“Surprisingly not too bad!” Paul grins, and then turns to Carter, “Come on, I show you up to your room.”

He leads Carter up the stairs, down a corridor, the house is massive, especially just for two people, but it’s clearly an old ranch house, modernised and expanded, and Carter can’t help but admit that it’s beautiful.

“Thanks,” says Paul when he tells him, “I’d like to lay claim to the interior design choices, but that was all Erik.” At Carter’s surprised face, he adds a laugh, “Yeah, I know, I wouldn’t have thought it either, I expect Gabe and Tys helped a bit though.”

They get to a room in the corner of the house, and Paul opens the door, setting Carter’s bag down on the bed. “So, this is you. It’s not the biggest guest room in the house but…” he grins at him, “It’s the furthest away from me and Erik.”

Carter can feel the back of his neck heating up, “Um, thanks?” He says with a grin.

“I convinced Erik that it would be bad if I woke Cale up in the middle of the night when I’m on call.” Paul tells him conspiratorially, “Otherwise I think he was planning for the pair of you to be sleeping in our bed with us, just so he could chaperone.”

Carter groans, burying his face in his hands, “We are both adults.” He argues

“Don’t worry kid,” Paul laughs, “I’m on your side, I’ll make sure you get alone time with your boy and that Erik isn’t too much of a dick about it.”

He shows Carter where the towels are, the bathroom and the closet, before telling him, “I’ll leave you to unpack or shower, whatever you want, and then,” he glances down at his watch, “I’ll probably do dinner in a couple of hours, so we’re finished by puck drop.”

When Paul has left him, Carter takes the opportunity to stare out of the window, the mountains, the horses frolicking in the fields, it’s nothing short of idyllic. Then he glances back at the bed behind him and remembers who is going to be in it with him that night.

79:

Made it to Denver

8:

!!!!!!

8:

WE ARE IN THE SAME CITY

79:

Well, does EJ’s place really count as “in the city”

8:

Lol, no.

8:

I literally am BUZZING with excitement

8:

I can’t fucking WAIT to see you babes

79:

Go win me a hockey game first 😉

79:

I want you to make it a good one for my first FaBs watching party

8:

😳😳😳

8:

Idk why, but I like how that hits.

79:

That I’m your wag?

8:

Not WAG, but yeah, a little bit.

8:

Fuck, g2g, my ride is here.

79:

LOVE YOU. GOOD LUCK <3 <3 <3

79:

WIN ME A TROPHY

 

Carter always likes watching Cale’s games, but watching with Paul is awesome, because whilst he claims he doesn’t know a lot about the game, he does know the boys, and he’s every bit as proud of the kids as EJ is. EJ himself is watching from the arena, with some of the other scratches, but Paul cheers every time one of the rookies touches the puck, regardless of how well they’re doing with it.

He watches in amusement, as when the boys win, Belley, Gabe and Mikko bar Cale from getting off the ice. He can practically hear them teasing Cale about wanting to get home to his “Misses”. After the broadcast has finished, he agrees to join Paul on a walk to take the dogs out before they all head to bed, more because he knows it’ll be at least an hour before Cale is back, with media and getting changed, not to mention the car ride, and walking the dogs will kill time.

“So, that means they’re the best in the league, right?” Paul asks.

“It means they’ve got the presidents trophy.” Carter clarifies, “The most points throughout the entire season.”

“So why…” Paul frowns, “Why is that not just, good enough to fucking win? Why are playoffs even a thing?”

Carter shrugs, “I mean, playoff hockey is pretty fucking different.” He explains, “It’s more about stamina than skill, and what points you get in a season does also depend on what division you’re in…” he waves his hand around, “It’s messy.”

“Do you think they’ll do it?” Paul asks.

Carter shakes his head vehemently, “You can’t even think about that.” He hisses, “That’s jinxing them.”

Paul throws his head back and laughs, “So the crazy superstitious thing isn’t just an Avs and Sid thing then?”

Carter rolls his eyes, “I mean, I guess most hockey players are superstitious to a degree, apparently goalies are more superstitious, but I try not to be…” he winces, “But I wouldn’t go mentioning… that thing, and I certainly wouldn’t say it in front of any of them.”

“Oh I know.” Paul grins at him, “Just wanted to see how you reacted to it.” They’ve gone on a few more paces, before he asks, “What about the pens chances?”

Carter wrinkles his nose, “Well, I’m pissed they’re even in the playoffs, but of course they are because…” he waves his hands again, “Sid fucking Crosby.”

Paul frowns, “I thought you liked Sid?” He asks.

“I like Sid,” Carter tells him, “For a Pen, but he’s still a Pen, and I still think they’re fucking dirty, and he’s the worst of them for it.”

“I mean…” Paul shrugs, “From the perspective of someone who’s relatively new to hockey… they’re all fucking dirty. It doesn’t seem like there’s a clean team in the league at times.”

Carter lets out a bitter laugh, “Isn’t that the truth.” He admits.

They make tea when they get back to the house, but it’s not long before the sound of EJ’s car is heard coming up the track. Heard by the dogs of course, their keen senses well able to know in advance when their owner is headed back.

Paul takes one look at Carter’s tensed form, “Go on.” He says with a laugh, “Go wait by the door, you know he’s missed you.”

Carter refuses to blush, he won’t, that’s Cale’s job, but still, he feels a little embarrassed as he sheepishly heads towards the front door, peering out the window beside it to see the car pull up.

He barely has time to open the door before Cale is flinging himself out of the car and into his arms. It’s impossible to breathe, and he doesn’t want to. He wants to savour this moment forever, wants to keep Cale in his arms for the rest of his life. He slides one arm around Cale’s waist, the other in his hair, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, where his hair is still damp from his shower.

“Missed you.” Cale mumbles into his shoulder.

“Missed you too.” Carter grins, threading his fingers through Cale’s hair so he can steer his head back and capture his lips in a kiss, “Missed you so much.”

Cale sags against him, collapsing into the kiss, and for a moment there’s nothing in the world but the two of them, stood in the doorway, drinking each other in.

Until EJ clears his throat that is. “I’d like to get into my own house this evening.” He says, with a fake glare.

Carter laughs, and steps back inside the house, tugging Cale with him, stepping off to one side, so EJ can get in, not for a moment, stopping pressing soft kisses against Cale’s lips.

“Rude.” EJ snorts, brushing past them and trading his own kisses with Paul, “Look at them,” he mutters in between kisses, “Disgusting.”

“Well,” Paul laughs, “If we go to bed, I promise to make you forget all about them.”

EJ laughs, and heads towards the stairs, reaching out to ruffle Cale’s hair on his way past, “Good game baby,” he says affectionately. “Don’t get up too early.” His hand shifts to pat Carter on the head, “Welcome to the family kid,” he adds, “Don’t keep him up too late.”

Carter snorts, and laces his fingers through Cale’s leading him upstairs after Paul and EJ, heading in the opposite direction when they reach the top of the stairs.

The second they’re alone in their room, he slams Cale against the door, their kisses growing more heated, his hands sliding underneath Cale’s t-shirt. “Fuck baby boy,” he whispers, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“God I’ve missed you too,” Cale sighs, wrapping his arms around Carter’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss, “Missed you, want you.”

“You’ll get me baby boy.” Carter promises, “You all cleaned up for me?”

Cale blushes, and shakes his head, “Couldn’t, not when I was showering at the locker room.”

“Well then,” Carter smirks, steering him towards the bathroom, “You clean up for me like a good boy then, nice and quick.”

He spends a few moment straightening up the room, trying not rush Cale, but nonetheless desperate to get his hands on his boy. He’s achingly hard already, just at the thought of having Cale all to himself. He tugs off his shirt, leaving his jeans for a moment, because whilst Cale will be completely naked, keeping some of his clothes on does give an easy power imbalance.

The second Cale steps out of the bathroom, hair plastered to his head, towel wrapped around his waist, Carter pulls him against his chest, arms around him, tongue slipping between his lips with a growl. He can feel Cale relaxing against him, and he pushes him towards the bed with an easy movement.

“Missed you Sir,” Cale gasps, reaching out for Carter with both hands.

Carter smirks, and crawls over him, grabbing his shins and pushing his knees up so they bend in front of him, before reaching out to flick Cale’s towel out of the way, revealing his own straining erection.

“I can tell,” Carter smirks, “Nice and clean like I asked baby?” He questions one last time.

Cale nods.

With one smooth movement, Carter ducks his head, lifting Cale’s legs up onto his shoulders so he can use his hands to spread his generous cheeks and five face first into his ass.

Cale yelps, slamming a hand across his own mouth, before it turns to moans and whimpers as Carter’s tongue flickers at his entrance insistently. “Hartsy please,” he groans, “I want you in me.”

Carter pulls back a little, his fingers playing at Cale’s entrance, “I know baby.” he says, and then admits a little shyly, “But I’ve missed you, and I’m going to come within seconds of getting inside you.”

“Please.” Cale begs, “Use me. I’m yours. I just want you to use me for whatever you want.”

“Oh fuck,” Carter whimpers softly, pausing for a moment to press his forehead into Cale’s thigh, desperately trying to regain some semblance of control. “Let me prep you.” He says eventually, pulling away and reaching for the lube that he’d put beside the bed.

He goes in with two fingers straight off, slicking up Cale’s insides and his entrance, licking between his fingers, his tongue flickering up to lap at the underside of Cale’s balls.

“Fuck Carter, please.” Cale begs, “I don’t care about me, I just want you in me.”

“Fuck.” Carter swears again, because he’d had a plan, but he’s weak for giving Cale whatever he wants, even more so when he actually uses Carter’s name. “OK,” he concedes, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the towel, “Ok baby.”

He lines up the head of his cock with Cale’s entrance, and it’s hard pushing in, with the minimal prep that they’ve done, but it’s also perfect and everything he’s been missing and as the head of his cock pops inside he has to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from coming there and then.

“More, please.” Cale begs

“Baby,” Carter sighs, stretching so he can kiss him, “Baby, give me a minute.”

Cale’s heels are pushing insistently at Carter’s ass, and with a shuddering sigh, Carter gives in, sliding his entire length into Cale’s ass, pressing their mouths together, less a kiss and just more sharing breath.

“Stay,” Cale begs, “Don’t move. Don’t do anything.”

Carter chuckles softly, “No danger of that love.” He promises, “If I move, I’m going to come.”

Cale grins up at him, “Awesome,” he says breathlessly, “I love that.” He shifts, so Carter can get millimetres deeper into him. “But I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this.”

“So fucking much,” Carter agrees, nuzzling against Cale’s cheek, “I love you baby boy.”

“Love you too Sir,” Cale blushes as he grins up at him, “Now please…” he trails off

“Please what baby?” Carter asks.

“Use me.” Cale whispers, “Make yourself come in me. I’m here for you to use.”

Carter feels his breath catch in his throat, how the fuck can he refuse. He pulls out and slams back in. He lasts almost a minute, which he feels is pretty fucking admirable considering how long they’ve been apart, how long he’s been waiting for this. When he comes inside of him, Cale groans like he’s coming himself.

“God I love you Sir,” he whispers.

“Love you too.” Carter echoes as soon as his breath returns to him, pressing kisses to Cale’s jaw. “Tell me what you want, tell me what I can give you?”

That’s how Carter ends up knelt between Cale’s legs, his finger’s thrusting in and out of him, his own come spilling out of Cale, his lips wrapped around the head of Cale’s cock, sucking him to completion after just a few minutes.

He crawls back up the bed, pressing a soft kiss to Cale’s cheek, wiping his hands on Cale’s towel, and throwing it on the floor before wrapping both arms around Cale’s waist. “Glad it wasn’t just me who took practically nothing.” He teases.

“Shut up,” Cale laughs, “Missed you.”

“So much,” Carter echoes. “Love you.” He tugs Cale in for another kiss, “But I’m here now.”

Segsy:

CAKE CHECK! https://twitter.com/iv_an/status/1386820536496447488

Kaner:

Lol, Like Sid even NEEDS to do that

Kaner:

Although I vote Jonny does 😉

Tazer:

:P stop objectifying me.

Sammy:

I vote we make whole team do it

Sammy:

Team building

Josty:

You just want to stare at everyone’s asses

Sammy:

Am training to be EJ while EJ is out :P

EJ:

And you’re doing so well.

EJ:

Now you need to yell at Cale for having sex.

Sammy:

DON’T HAVE SEX ROOKIE

Cale:

I hate you all

EJ:

If you’re at the other end of the house… and I can STILL HEAR YOU

EJ:

You’re being too loud

Hartsy:

I’m not even CLOSE to sorry 😉

EJ:

Giroux, come get your boy.

Claude:

Hope you’re having a lovely stay in Denver Hartsy :D

Hartsy:

I am thank you :D

Hartsy:

Paul and I are plotting EJ’s downfall

EJ:

YOU TURN MY OWN FIANCE AGAINST ME

EJ:

WHAT IS THIS BETRAYAL?

Chucky:

Is he cute?

Hartsy:

Paul?

EJ:

RUDE! He’s my FIANCE! Of COURSE he’s cute!

Hartsy:

EJ is definitely pulling above his weight class here 😉

EJ:

Double rude. Keep your hands off my man, twinkface :P

Hartsy:

Just because he likes me better than you at the moment!

EJ:

Of course he likes you better

EJ:

You’re cute, you come with an equally cute boyfriend who spends way more time at our house when you’re living there.

EJ:

And you don’t try and talk hockey to him

Hartsy:

Look, I don’t mind watching a game with you, because we can talk about the game

Hartsy:

But all Paul wants to know about is which players on each team are cute

Hartsy:

And honestly, that’s the kind of hockey-fan I am

Hartsy:

:p

EJ:

Triple rude.

Hartsy:

When we watch Avs games I tell him who you get shipped with

Hartsy:

He thinks it’s hilarious

EJ:

I hate you all.

EJ:

Gonna steal your boy and take him to St Louis

Hartsy:

Cale:

I’ll call you every day I’m gone <3

Lacko:

The babies are adorable

 

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It’s fuzzy, he can’t quite focus on what’s going on. He knows he’s in a hospital, there’s that smell, which is universal between all hospitals, and the lights are too bright. There’s people moving around him, but he can’t quite focus enough to make himself wake fully up. Someone is holding his hand. He squeezes it, and lets unconsciousness claim him again.

His eyes feel like lead weights, his mouth feels like cotton, the sheets are scratchy and he can’t quite wake up enough to do anything about it, but there’s a hand in his, a thumb stroking the back of his hand and a quiet voice murmuring that he recognises. He relaxes a little at the familiarity, and stops fighting to open his eyes, slipping back into sleep.

He manages to groan a little when he wakes, cracking open an eye, “Mitchy?”

“Hey,” Mitch smiles, soft, and exhausted looking, “How are you feeling?”

“My head fucking hurts.” JT whispers, “And I want a drink.”

Mitch hands him a cup of water, straw held to his lips so he doesn’t have to sit up.

“Doc’s’ll be back in a mo.” Mitch tells him, “They’ve been in and out every two minutes.”

“How long have I been here?” JT asks.

“Erm,” Mitch frowns, “I mean, I’ve only been here about 20 minutes, and I got here about an hour after you did.”

That’s another moment of confusion for JT, “Why did they let you in? Aren’t there protocols?”

Mitch winces, “I might have told management we were an item.” He blushes as he admits it, “I couldn’t…” he trails off, “I needed to see you were ok Johnny.”

“It’s fine.” JT squeezes his hand, “It’s all ok.”

At that moment, the doctors come in, and he’s whisked away for tests. They poke and prod at him, and declare him really fucking lucky, and tell him they’ll keep him in overnight for observations but that he’ll probably be going home in the morning.

When they take him back to the ward he’d been in at first, Mitch is still there. “I’m staying overnight.” He tells him, “So you’d best…”

“No way.” Mitch shakes his head vehemently, “Johnny, I don’t know what you remember, but that looked fucking bad. I’m not leaving your side unless they pry me away from you.”

That brings a weak smile to John’s face, “Thanks Mitchy,” he says carefully, not wanting to say what he’s really feeling, not wanting to ask what it means, what it means for the pair of them.

“Get some rest.” Mitch says, settling back into the chair, but taking JT’s hand again, “I’ll take you home in the morning.”

Stromer:

Holy fuck is Johnny ok?

Tazer:

Echoed. Can the leafs boys give us an update on JT ASAP

Danny:

Sending love to you all right now <3

Matts:

Thanks guys. They carted JT off to hospital before the end of the game

Matts:

Mitch has gone to check on him, so we’re as much in the dark as you guys are

Matts:

Obvs Mitch will give us an update as soon as possible.

Sid:

Shit, just seen the news.

Sid:

Let us all know if there’s anything we can do.

Davo:

@Stromer, how’s Ry?

Stromer:

Freaking out. Hence why I asked if anyone had an update.

Davo:

I’m sure Marns will tell us as soon as he knows anything

Mitch:

OOF Yes, I’m HERE!

Mitch:

Sorry, been a bit frantic.

Mitch:

He’s all ok. Fucking lucky, but all ok.

Stromer:

??? What? How?

Sid:

Holy hell! That’s awesome

Mitch:

Docs are keeping him in overnight for obs

Mitch:

But they seem pretty sure it’s just a nasty concussion

Mitch:

Which seems unreal, given what we all saw.

Matts:

You want me to come pick you up?

Mitch:

Thanks, but no thanks.

Mitch:

I kind of want to stay with Johnny for a bit.

Stromer:

Awwww <3

Mitch:

🤷♂️

Mitch:

I’m not going to say I don’t care about him. I’ve never said that.

Mitch:

And right now, I’m freaked to all hell. So yeah, I’m staying here.

Kaner:

Let us know if there’s anything we can do

Kaner:

Like, even if it’s just talking about how to best support someone who’s going through a head injury

Sid:

Or from the perspective of someone who’s HAD the head injuries.

Tazer:

Yep, just know that we’re all here to support you both.

Mitch:

Thanks boys. May ask questions as and when they come up.

Matts:

And when JT’s awake, tell him how much we all love him.

 

By ‘home’ Mitch means back to his place first, to grab a bag of clothes, and then to JT’s apartment, where he tucks JT up on the couch with a blanket and snacks and Gatorade in plentiful supply within reach.

“I can walk you know,” JT scolds as Mitch tucks himself into the other end of the couch, “And I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You don’t get it.” Mitch says, and there’s a haunted look behind his eyes, “Fuck, JT I thought you might die.”

“I gave you a thumbs up,” JT pouts.

“You don’t know how bad it looked Johnny,” Mitch sighs, “I honestly thought maybe my last ever words to you would have been yelling at you to wheel.”

JT reaches out and takes Mitch’s hand, “I’m ok Mitch, I’m fine.” The dimmed lights and the fact he can’t watch TV kind of point out how much of a lie this is, but in the grand scheme of things, he really is. He looks at Mitch’s pale, drawn, face for a moment and then asks, “Want a cuddle?”

Mitch crawls across the couch into JT’s arms. “I should be the one comforting you,” he says softly.

“I’m ok,” JT says, ignoring him, and tugging him into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “Even better because I get you here with me.”

For a few minutes, they sit there, just holding each other, before JT hands over his phone, “Read my messages,” he asks softly.

Mitch prioritises the messages from JT’s mom and sisters, before opening up the chat, “Boys send their love by the way.” He says, flicking through the multiple messages, “They’re all worried about you, and Sid and Taze said to let them know if you need any tips.”

JT shrugs, “Probably just advice on how not to get bored.”

Mitch hums softly, “I mean,” he colours a little, “I could think of a way or two…” he glances up at JT though his eyelashes, his meaning pretty clear.

“Mitchy,” JT says softly, his hand carding through Mitch’s hair, “I thought you said we weren’t doing that, that it was too much to risk.”

Mitch hums again and nods, “I did,” he admits, “I said I didn’t want to start anything until I was sure…” he reaches up, pressing a kiss to the very corner of JT’s mouth, “I’m sure John.”

“Mitch,” JT sighs, “Do you mean that?”

“I know it,” Mitch assures him, reaching up to kiss his other cheek, “I couldn’t face the thought of losing you without ever knowing us JT, and I know I’m scared, I know I’m freaking the fuck out about this, but seeing you hurt, knowing I could lose you any day, just made me even more convinced that we need to live in the moment, and I want to live in the moment, with you.”

JT grins, before cupping Mitch’s head with his hand, and drawing him into the kiss he’s always wanted to give him.

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Willy:

Ok, this is probably weird coming from me

Willy:

And idk if it’s insensitive

Willy:

BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE DPS SMOKING?

Sid:

I KNOW

Sid:

Like, if you had done that, you’d have maybe got a fine

Sid:

FUCK, if I’d done that there wouldn’t even have been a penalty

Claude:

I’m so glad you said that so I didn’t have to.

Sid:

Rude :P

Nate:

Honestly, it seems pretty much like DoPS are racists

Gabe:

👆👆👆 What the dogg said

TK:

Wait what? I tuned out of hockey.

Josty:

Naz got like, an 8 game suspension

TK:

O.O holy hell!

Josty:

For a hit that really WASN’T intentional, even though they’re saying it is.

Josty:

Honestly, I think he should just take the mikko route

Gabe:

That wasn’t DoPS, but I think he’s planning to appeal the suspension

Danny:

The Mikko route?

Josty:

Mikko got a fine that he disagreed with, so he wrote an 8 point report on why he shouldn’t get a fine

Josty:

AND THEY TOOK HIS FINE AWAY

Danny:

Were they literally SO STUNNED that one of us could WRITE

Nate:

Rude! But also probably yes :P

Matts:

Honestly, 8 games for Naz is a FUCKING JOKE

Matts:

Are they literally just spinning a fucking roulette wheel to decide what happens?

Josty:

Honestly, it fucking feels that way

Willy:

I’m beginning to see why people got mad about my fine

Kaner:

🤦♂️

Kaner:

It’s because you can get away with literally anything Willy, and they just don’t fucking care

Latts:

It’s because Tom is clearly a perfect angel who has never committed a sin in his life

Burky:

Not even one <3

Kaner:

🙄🙄🙄

Richie:

Eddie, get the fuck off twitter.

Lacko:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

Richie:

Bobby, come get your boy, he’s drunk tweeting

Lu:

You guys realise I have a team to run right now?

Lu:

Eddie is the least of my worries.

Lu:

🤷♂️

Lacko:

AMA ON MY TWITTER. GO GO GO BOYS

Cartsy:

No.

Cartsy:

Literally drunk eddie just devolves into “BUT I LOVE BOBBY SOOOOOO MUUUUUCH”

Lu:

🤷♂️

Lacko:

OMG someone just suggested bobby and I do a cop show together.

Lacko:

BOBBBY PLEEEEEAAAAASE

Hartsy:

Did you just admit to calling Lu “hubby” on twitter?

Lacko:

😂😂😂😂 HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT BAYBIIIIIEEEEEEEEE

Lu:

🤷♂️

Lacko:

WE SHOULD GO TO VANCOUVER RIGHT NOW BOBBBYYYYYYYYY

Lu:

🤷♂️🤷♂️

Hartsy:

😂

Lacko:

@DAVO DO YOU WANT ME TO COME PLAY FORWARD WITH Y*OU BOYS?

Lacko:

I THINK THE FANS ARE WANTING ME

Davo:

Um, thanks buddy, we’ll, um, take that under consideration

Lacko:

POWER FORWWWAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD

Richie:

Ffs Lu, send your boy to bed!

Lu:

🤷♂️

Gabe:

d/w I’ve got this

Richie:

??

Gabe:

Hey @eddie, bobby’s pretty hot no?

Eddie:

HE’S BEAUTIFUL :D I MISS HIM SO MUCH THOUGH

Gabe:

I bet if you went to bed, you could video call him 😉

Eddie:

I SHOULD GO TO BED!

Eddie:

NIGHT GUYS

Lu:

🤷♂️ thanks gabe? I’M STILL WORKING.

Gabe:

You’re all very welcome

Richie:

O.O you’re like a goalie whisperer…

Gabe:

😂 Nope, that’s juice’s job 😉

Cale:

… thanks so much!

Gabe:

It’s past your bedtime bb boy

Cale:

🙄 night Papa.

Richie:

How are you feeling this morning Eddie?

Lacko:

SUPRISINGLY AMAZING :D

Lu:

Lu:

I don’t understand how he can drink that much, and still not feel like shit in the morning

Lacko:

It’s because I’m not ancient like you :P

Hartsy:

I mean…

Hartsy:

You are PRETTY ANCIENT.

Lacko:

GET OUT :P

Lu:

😂

Lacko:

Ok. Who is read for drunk eddie round two?

Richie:

NOT YOUR LIVER

Lu:

So true.

Lu:

Can’t believe you didn’t say that I was the teammate with the best ass

Lu:

☹ so rude.

Lacko:

I love you, even with your flat goalie ass.

Matts:

😂

Matts:

Don’t you also have a flat goalie ass?

Lacko:

NOT ANYMORE. I’m a POWER FUCKING FORWARD NOW

Richie:

@Landeskog, come get your boy

Gabe:

Sorry. WAS TOO BUYS. SWEEPING THE FUCKING BLUEESSSSS

EJ:

🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹

Cale:

ROUND TWO BABBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Hartsy:

🥳😍🥳😍🥳😍🥳

Josty:

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

Claude:

Good job boys

Chucky:

I mean, obvs, I’m a BIT mad

Chucky:

But also, I’mma need you to go all the way now

Cale:

Plus, we get a few days off now :D :D :D

Hartsy:

:D :D :D

EJ:

YOU TWO NEED TO STOP HAVING SEX IN MY HOUSE

Harsty:

No?

Cale:

No.

Sammy:

🤣

EJ:

I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE LAUGHING SAMUEL

EJ:

YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SUFFER FINDING A TENTACLE SHAPED DILDO SUCTION CUPPED TO THE BATHROOM WALL

Claude:

Can I fine EJ for talking about my teammates sex life in the chat?

Hartsy:

WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN OUR BATHROOM?

EJ:

Snooping. Obviously.

Hartsy:

Well then, you’ve brought it upon yourself.

Josty:

TENTACLE SHAPED HARTSY?

Josty:

Why are you such a freak?

Sharpy:

I vote no kink shaming in the chat

Claude:

I second that, definitely no kink shaming in the chat

TBeauty:

THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DEMOCRACY

TBeauty:

And whilst I will say, no kink shaming in the chat

TBeauty:

ALSO NO TALK OF DEFILING OUR RESIDANT WISH BABY IN THE CHAT

Hartsy:

EJ BROUGHT IT UP. NOT ME!

Cale:

Am I still the wish baby? We have babier rookies now

TBeauty:

I’ve seen your attempts at facial hair

TBeauty:

Wish. Baby.

Cale:

… fair.

Cale:

It’s not my fault I’m naturally blonde.

Josty:

Tbf, his boyfriend probably thinks his facial hair attempt is adorable.

Hartsy:

His boyfriend is on a team with Patty and Teeks and therefore is immune to shitty facial hair choices.

Claude:

💀

Danny:

I’m surprised TK isn’t in here with a rebuttal

Stromer:

We don’t get teeks in the off season

Stromer:

We could try adding Patty in, but idk if that would work

Hartsy:

It’s too many emojis and caps for his brain

Hartsy:

And like, emojis kill his screenreader so 🤷♂️

Claude:

We generally just accept on the team chat that like, offseason teeks doesn’t exist

Claude:

AND WE’RE VERY THANKFUL FOR THIS <3

Stromer:

@davo, you ok?

Davo:

Gutted, obviously.

Brinks:

@Leon, you going to worlds?

Drai:

No.

TBeauts:

We’re all exhausted

Brinks:

Plus, I guess you’d need to quarantine.

Davo:

Mostly, we’re taking the dogs and holing up for a bit.

Davo:

Licking our wounds

Chucky:

Licking each OTHERS wounds 😉

TBeauty:

Thanks for that image chuck 🤣

Chucky:

You’re welcome.

Drai:

Honestly, I just don’t think I’d make it in time to make a difference, with quarantine.

Drai:

Dom already left 🤷♂️

Lu:

Sure I can’t convince you Connor?

Davo:

Sorry :/

Lu:

We could REALLY fucking use you right now?

Davo:

Honestly, I’m not sure how much help I’d be.

Lu:

Tyson?

TBeauty:

I mean, I’d love to…

TBeauty:

But I’m not in peak condition right now

TBeauty:

Worlds is a young mans game, you KNOW that

Lu:

I can hope ok? These kids are…

Lu:

Even greener than usual

TBeauty:

I mean, we’ll cheer you on?

Lu:

Thanks so fucking much :P

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Nate doesn’t call him, it isn’t fair to call him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t sit with his phone in his hand waiting for it to ring. He knows as soon as he feels able, he’ll be calling.

As soon as his phone starts ringing however, he answers, before it’s even finished one ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Sid sounds exhausted, which is unsurprising.

“I’m sorry.” It’s so inadequate, so fucking inadequate.

“Wasn’t our year.” Sid says, his tone careful, it’s still his media voice, and Nate has no doubt that he’s doing it to try and keep his own emotions in check.

“You’ve had a tough year, with G in and out,” Nate concedes.

“He’s going for surgery,” Sid admits, “And he’ll be out for the start of next season.”

“Fuck.” Nate says, because what else can he say.

“Look,” Sid sighs heavily, and it’s audible down the phoneline, “Paul invited me to come stay but…”

“Sid,” Nate can barely believe Sid would even contemplate it. “I know.” He says quietly, “It’s ok.”

“I know Hartsy’s there…” Sid starts, “But I just…”

“Sid,” Nate says again, firmer this time, “I know.”

“I love you.” Sid says softly, “You bring my girl home to me ok?”

Nate laughs softly, because even though he’s out of the playoffs, Sid’s still refer to the cup as ‘his’ girl. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I love you.” Sid repeats, “I’m sorry I can’t be there…”

“Sid,” Nate laughs again, “I know. It’s not how we do this.” He can’t quite believe how much he loves his stupid neurotic boyfriend some times. “I love you so much, and just because the rookies are being all loved up and adorable, doesn’t mean that our relationship is any less.” He pauses for a moment, and then continues, because he knows how to push Sid’s buttons, “If anything, you being here would be a distraction, and I really appreciate you supporting my career by not distracting me.”

Sid snorts, “I love you.” He says for a third time, “Keep me updated.”

“Of course love.” Nate says, “And give my love to G ok?”

The second he ends the call with Sid, he opens up his message thread with EJ

Nate:

Hey, I know Paul is just being sweet asking Sid to come on a ‘fabs’ trip

Nate:

But Sid just got knocked out of the playoffs

Nate:

The last thing he wants is to support another team

Nate:

Even if it’s my team.

EJ:

Understood.

EJ:

Like, I get it, but Paulie probably doesn’t.

EJ:

I’ll explain to him.

Nate:

Thanks EJ

 

 

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Chucky:

HOLY MOLY EJ IS THAT YOU BACK ON THE ICE?

EJ:

YES IT ISSSSSSSSSS

Gabe:

OUR BOY IS BAAAAACK

EJ:

Trainers have said I can go to practise tomorrow as long as I’m nc

EJ:

:D :D :D

Hartsy:

Honestly, I think the only person happier than EJ that EJ is back on the ice

Hartsy:

Is Paul

EJ:

I’m not saying I’m antsy when I can’t skate

Sammy:

I can’t wait for you to be properly back <3

Cale:

None of us can wait.

Josty:

Literally all the baby d-boys are so excited.

Cale:

POPS IS COMING HOME OK

Cale:

It’s VERY exciting for us!

Chucky:

You got a timeline yet?

EJ:

Just taking it one day at a time.

Nate:

Oof, they just announced the suspension for Reeves hit. 2 games.

Nate:

🙄🙄🙄

Gabe:

Is this DoPS going “look at us, we’re not racists, promise!”

EJ:

It would be so much more convincing if they picked a player who didn’t actively promote parros’ clothing brand, y’know

Chucky:

Shit, does he really?

EJ:

Yep.

EJ:

And we wonder why he doesn’t get anywhere near the length of suspension that Naz did

Kaner:

DoPS is a fucking joke

Kaner:

Have you noticed how they’re announcing ALL of the suspensions/fines during games

Kaner:

BECAUSE THEY KNOW WE’RE GOING TO BE MAD ABOUT IT

Nate:

🙄🙄🙄

Nate:

Literally, so fucking done with them.

Kaner:

It’s pretty fucking clear they don’t actually give a shit about keeping us safe

Kaner:

They just want to do whatever will make the league the most cash

Tazer:

Next year. I’ll come back and keep you safe peeksy.

Kaner:

Except that doesn’t actually fucking help, because it just perpetuates the problem.

Tazer:

Well yeah, but it’ll make ME feel better about it

Kaner:

🙄 stop being part of the problem jonny :p

Chucky:

@leafs boys, sending you all hugs

Marns:

Thanks chuck

Chucky:

Can you hug my boy Davey please?

Marns:

“Your boy?”

Chucky:

Hush you. Give him a cuddle. He needs cuddles.

Marns:

Come to Toronto and give him a cuddle yourself….

Chucky:

You say that. If I could… I actually probably would.

Marns:

You’re crushing hard aren’t you chucky!

Matts:

I LOVE THIS, I’ve never known Chucky have a crush on ANYONE

Matts:

And now he has a crush on ONE OF OUR TEAMMATES

Chucky:

Shut up all of you.

Chucky:

It’s not a crush. I don’t DO crushes.

Davo:

🤔🤨

TBeauty:

Shut up Davo.

TBeauty:

@Marns, are you on cuddle duty?

Marns:

I mean no, but Freddie is?

Freddie:

We’re having goalie cuddles.

Freddie:

I’ve got your boy matthew.

Chucky:

:D thanks Fred.

Chucky:

Also Mouse, you can totally tease me about having a crush when you do something about yours… :P

Marns:

What, my crush on JT? Who I’m totally in a relationship with now.

Stromer:

WAIT WHAT?

Stromer:

SINCE WHEN?

JT:

😏

Marns:

I mean, it’s not even been two weeks yet so….

Stromer:

You totally saw him got hurt and realised you couldn’t live without him didn’t you

Marns:

…. Maybe…..?

Matts:

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Matts:

Does this make us the gayest team?

EJ:

NO!

Cale:

I think you’ll have to pry that title out of EJ’s cold dead hands

Hartsy:

Congrats JT/Mitch

Hartsy:

This totally means I get to send you fic about you being JT’s sugar baby now right?

Marns:

Go for it 🤣

Hartsy:

(spoiler alert, it contains a solid gold butt plug)

Marns:

🤣🤣🤣

JT:

I’m horrified.

JT:

HORRIFIED.

Marns:

Ok, so obviously I’m biased about who I actually want to win it

Marns:

But the idea that the ted lindsey is DEFINITELY GOING to a queer player this year

Nate:

😂

Davo:

I mean, it is kind of cool.

Drai:

Not the only person who is biased about who should win :P

Nate:

May the best sid win :P

EJ:

Nate’s just salty he isn’t going to win the lady byng two years running

Josty:

Not after his wii bowling stunt

Nate:

🙄🙄 are you boys ever going to forget about that?

Gabe:

NO!

Gabe:

It’s the best thing you’ve ever done.

Sid:

Any word on Naz’s appeal?

Gabe:

Appeal has been denied ☹ he’s going to the third party arbitrator.

Sid:

Jeeeezus. Like, they’re really doubling down on this one huh?

Gabe:

Apparently so.

Lacko:

QUICK. EVERYBODY CHEER FOR BOBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Lacko:

Gold medal sex tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Richie:

Thanks for that Eddie.

Lacko:

YOU’RE WELCOME

Lu:

I’m still a little bit in shock.

Lu:

Like, I honestly didn’t think these babies were capable of it.

Lu:

Like, some of these boys haven’t even been drafted yet

Segsy:

OMG. ACTUAL INFANTS

Lu:

Five of these babies of mine are born in 2000 or later

Richie:

WHAT?

Richie:

They can’t be older than 10!

Cartsy:

I hate to tell you this Mike, but 2000 was 21 years ago

Richie:

LIES.

Davo:

See! You didn’t need me after all Bobby!

Lu:

Rude of you not to be here anyway :P

Davo:

Tell all the boys how proud we are though.

Lu:

Half of them won’t care

Lu:

I shall tell the little ones that you and Sid are proud of them though

Lu:

I feel that’s who they’ll care about 🤣

Lacko:

RUDE. You can tell them I’m proud of them.

Lu:

YOU’RE NOT EVEN CANADIAN

Lacko:

But this is a team YOU made

Lacko:

So of COURSE I’m proud

Lu:

You’re so soft.

Lu:

But I am pretty proud of these boys

Lu:

Given most of them are infants who either haven’t played in the show or barely played in the show

Lu:

And they’re playing against the best players from other countries

Stromer:

What I’m amazed by…

Stromer:

Is that one of the leading goal scorers for the entire competition…

Stromer:

Is some British kid who didn’t make it out of the group stages!

Chucky:

Wait, really? How did a BRIT get the most goals?

Richie:

Probably because the rest of his team weren’t scoring any 🤣🤣

Kaner:

I can’t see how he won’t be getting at least an AHL contract this year

Stromer:

That’s the thing…. He’s an AZ draftee ☹

Latts:

Poor kid

Kaner:

Shit luck for him.

Stromer:

I kind of feel like keeping an eye on him

Stromer:

Reaching out if he DOES go to AZ

Willy:

Wait, is this kid queer?

Stromer:

Fuck knows 🤷♂️

Stromer:

But AZ is shit for everyone.

Latts:

A lot of European leagues are saying they won’t take him either

Latts:

Can’t risk “wasting” an import place on a brit.

Kaner:

I mean, you can’t blame them.

Kaner:

But all the same, seems a shame for the poor kid.

Stromer:

NEWS JUST IN

Stromer:

Nate might be ineligible for the lady byng

Stromer:

BUT MATTS GOT NOMINATED FOR THE SECOND YEAR RUNNING

Marns:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Marns:

Auston Matthews-Byng

Matts:

I hate you.

Matts:

If I win. I’m going to mention you SPECIFICALLY in my speech

Matts:

Thanks to Mitch, for being my inspiration in how ladylike I am

Nate:

YOU REALISE IT’S NOT AN AWARD FOR BEING LADYLIKE YES?

Chucky:

…. I mean you SAY that…

Marns:

Are you messaging us from the Bahamas chucky?

Chucky:

I mean… yes?

Chucky:

It’s that or listen to Brades whine about his lovelife…. So honestly…

Matts:

How did you know chucky was in the Bahamas, are you stalking him Mouse?

Marns:

What, no? <link>

EJ:

HOLY THIRST TRAP BATMAN!

Matts:

OMG. A PICTURE OF YOU WITHOUT YOUR COMFORT TOWEL?

Chucky:

HOW MANY TIMES. I DON’T HAVE A COMFORT TOWEL

Marns:

You totally have a comfort towel

Marns:

Also you looking FLY Matty

Chucky:

Thanks.

Chucky:

I mean. It helps that Brades is next to me looking like a complete dork

Hartsy:

Don’t put yourself down, you look hawt.

Hartsy:

You sent it to your goalie?

Chucky:

Um. No?

Chucky:

I did send him a bunch of gifs of us hugging though…?

Hartsy:

You flirt in the weirdest ways.

Marns:

Is “sending clips of us on the ice” not your love language though?

Matts:

Can confirm. Is 100% how Chucky shows us love.

Matts:

Also, I’m going to share this in the leafs gc so your goalie can see it.

Cale:

You’re remarkably calm about the leafs having a new goalie.

Matts:

I don’t have a problem with Davey. He can play back up to Fred if he wants to

Cale:

…erm…

Cale:

(should I tell him?)

Marns:

Aus spends a LOT of the off season in denial. It’s ok. We’re used to it.

Freddie:

Although it is looking very likely I’m going to be moving

Matts:

NO IT ISN’T

Matts:

🙉🙉🙉🙉

Freddie:

So advice on where is fun to go :D

Matts:

TORONTO.

Matts:

💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍

Freddie:

And ldr tips would be appreciated as/when the time comes.

Matts:

WE WON’T NEED LDR TIPS IF WE LIVE IN THE SAME APARTMENT FREDDIE

Freddie:

*sigh*

Freddie:

I love you Aus.

Marns:

$100 says Aus is pouting rn

Freddie:

Of course he’s pouting right now.

Freddie:

It’s Auston. He’s always pouting.

Gabe:

So, I have a question…

Gabe:

Obviously, last summer, Josty threw a g/c party

Josty:

To introduce cale and carter to each other NON VIRTUALLY

Josty:

You can call me cupid if you want to

Cale:

Thanks. I don’t.

Gabe:

Anyway. So. I have a friend right….

Nate:

Is it Tyson?

Gabe:

It’s not Tyson

Nate:

Fake news. You don’t have any non brutes shaped friends.

Gabe:

WILL YOU SHUT IT NATHAN

Sid:

Oooooh. Full name. You’re in trouble.

Gabe:

AAAAANYWAY, said friend things interteam relationships are a bad plan

Gabe:

Aka, dating a teammate.

Willy:

YOUR FRIEND IS WRONG

Gabe:

I know my friend is wrong.

Gabe:

But none of the avs are dating each other

Gabe:

So I need to throw a party… and invite you all… so my friend can see how wholesome in team relationships are

Josty:

:O

Josty:

G.C. PARTY 2.0

Gabe:

Exactly

Staalsy:

Can I just say here and now

Staalsy:

I don’t like this plan

Staalsy:

And I think you should respect your “friends” wishes

Gabe:

Shut up Eric. You don’t get a vote.

Chucky:

I mean, on one hand, I totally disagree with people dating their teammates.

Chucky:

On the other hand… I lowkey want to set my brother up with one of his teammates

Chucky:

Aaaaand I love parties.

Chucky:

So I’m totally in.

Stromer:

GROUP CHAT PARTY 2.0 LETS DOOOO IIIIITTTTTTTT

Gabe:

Obviously, there’s going to be border issues etc etc to deal with

Gabe:

But I think we can make it work

Staalsy:

Well I’m not coming.

Gabe:

Yes you are Eric.

Gabe:

I’m going to need someone to volunteer to physically drag Eric to this party

Staalsy:

LOOK, he gave an EXCUSE, because he was too nice to say “I find you physically repulsive eric.”

Gabe:

He. Did. Not.

Gabe:

He and I have talked about this at GREAT LENGTH

Gabe:

And he said no, because he didn’t want to fuck up your friendship

Gabe:

And he didn’t see how dating another hockey player could even work

Gabe:

So I need the happy couples to all turn up and show him HOW PERFECT THE TWO OF YOU COULD BE TOGETHER

Staalsy:

And when he still says no?

Gabe:

IF. IF he still says no after that…

Gabe:

I promise to shut up about it forever and ever.

Marns:

JT and I can turn up and show what mature relationships where you actually talk to each other look like

JT:

…. Really mouse?

Marns:

We’re perfect babes.

JT:

…. You’re adorable.

Marns:

WE’RE adorable.

JT:

I’m pretty sure we’ve had a grand total of like, 2 serious conversations about our relationship

Marns:

I guarantee that is 2 more than Patty and teeks have had

Claude:

If TK were here he’d get mad that you said they had a relationship

Claude:

BUT, I think having a party to show healthy queer relationships is cool

Danny:

Yep.

Lu:

Will there be babies?

Lu:

I only want to go to a party if I get to cuddle babies.

Gabe:

Can totally provide babies of both the real variety, for you to cuddle…

Gabe:

And of the rookie variety for EJ to cuddle 😉

EJ:

You’re so thoughtful Gabe!

Sid:

Nice to see you out in a regular jersey EJ!

EJ:

Thanks :D Still not back in the lineup yet, but I’m getting there.

Sid:

Don’t rush it.

Sid:

Honestly, getting healthy is the most important thing.

EJ:

Management are being super supportive.

Sid:

Good.

TBeauts:

Late to the party as always

TBeauts:

BUT I AM TOTALLY ON BOARD FOR GC PARTY 2.0

Chucky:

Can I bring my brother?

Gabe:

As long as he promises not to out anyone, I don’t see why not

Hartsy:

ALSO, ARE YOU TRYING TO SET HIM UP WITH JIMMY STU?

Chucky:

😂 possibly

Chucky:

Have to work out if he’s straight first

Hartsy:

Drat could find out for us? Please?

Drai:

No.

Drai:

No I will not ask Tim invasive questions about his sexuality

Drai:

And no he is NOT allowed to date a Tkachuk.

Chucky:

I actually meant we have to work out if brady is straight first…

Chucky:

BUT THANKS FOR BEING SO PREJUDICED AGAINST US DRAT :P

Hartsy:

Surely brady should know if brady is straight or not?

Chucky:

YOU WOULD THINK THAT WOULDN’T YOU

Chucky:

But honestly, neither of us can fucking work out WHAT the hell brady is

Chucky:

Except unfortunately in love with a german

Cale:

Wait, why is it unfortunate?

Cale:

ALSO please tell brady I totally ship him and Jimmy, and so does EVERYONE else in the world.

Chucky:

It’s unfortunate because James is german.

Drai:

His name. Is. Tim.

Chucky:

😂 He LIKES being called James/Jimmy

Chucky:

He ALSO likes TKACHUKS

Drai:

Clearly he has been stopping too many pucks with his head. >:/

Stromer:

WOOOOOO CALE JUICE FOR THE NORRISSSSSSSSSS         

Cale:

😳😳😳

Cale:

Honestly, I’m amazed. There are SO MANY amazing d-men in our league

Cale:

I’m not sure why they’ve picked me

Hartsy:

Because you too, are amazing babes.

Hartsy:

AMAZING.

EJ:

Your boyf is right. You totally deserve that

Gabe:

FUCKING SUPERSTAR

Gabe:

SUPERSTAR

Gabe:

<3

Sammy:

SO PROUD OF YOU MAKARS

Sid:

I say this as someone with a best friend who is a d-man…

Sid:

There’s no one in this league who deserves this more than you Cale

Cale:

🥺

Cale:

You guys.

Nate:

True facts bro.

Nate:

Cale Makar for the damn Norris trophy <3