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snoopy i’m so happy that u are back on tumblr, i logged in again on my account and the last thing i heard was that u were leaving so i’m EXTREMELY HAPPY TO SEE YOUR FICS LOVE YOUU SNOOPY QUEEN ILY MWHA 🌸❣️😌🐞🤠🎀
omg hi cutie patootie!!!!!! welcome back!!!!! I’m so glad I decided to come back toooooo it’s been sm fun 🩷 sending you all the love 🐞🐞🐞
Hockey Steve 1000% makes the biggest show of pointing to you in the stands every time he scores a goal
yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭 you get so embarrassed too but he’s skating in circles and gets as close as he can to you and blows you a kiss so everyone knows where that kiss went
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ty @graywrenhart @keerymehome + @holawdw for the inspo and go read their hockey player!teacake blurbs <3
90s hockey player!steve is the team’s golden boy. he’s an absolute legend on the ice, undoubtedly looking at nhl scouting his senior year — which means that, in the meantime, his good boy persona precedes him. he’s known for his sweet smile, bitchin’ hair (even when it’s underneath his hockey helmet), and near-angelic personality, all of which could even charm the pants off your grandma.
that’s just the thing, though: steve harrington, famed college hockey player with a sure shot straight into the nhl, doesn’t date.
he could if he wanted to. fuck, he basically has a new line of puck bunnies outside the locker room waiting for him to politely reject after every game. but he’s not willing to risk the messiness of what comes with the aftermath of a relationship — what if a tabloid paid her for an expose on all his dirty secrets? he didn’t really have any, but shit, she could lie. what if she said his dick was, like… below average?
but then… there’s you. you, who’s a college level cheerleader with the most impressive flexibility steve’s ever seen, and willing to knock anyone’s teeth out if they so much as utter the words “cheerleading’s not a a sport”. steve’s heard some rather… flattering reviews about you from other athletes. how you’ve helped them relieve some stress in their time of need, and you don’t ask questions, and you don’t get attached either, which is a huge plus in steve’s book.
and yeah, he’d been lying if he said he didn’t check you out every time you wore that ridiculous cheerleading outfit they pretended was a uniform. the top stretched tightly across your chest, the pleated skirt barely covering your ass — it was laughable, and steve wondered if you knew how much of a cocktease you were being.
so, that night after the team’s big win, when everyone’s celebrating at a closed party at the hockey house, he approaches you. he’s clean and freshly showered and he’s tired, but he needs this — he hasn’t fucked in months and the pressure of keeping up with practices and games and studies is really getting to him, and he’s convinced you’re the only one who can help him.
you raise an eyebrow when steve walks over to you, all wide brown eyes and flushed cheeks from drinking too much beer, and tap your finger against your solo cup.
“to what do I owe the pleasure, harrington?” you ask, tilting your head curiously.
“I was wondering,” he says, placing his hand against the wall, to the side of where you’re standing, “if you’d wanna come upstairs with me. talk a little? somewhere a bit more private?”
you laugh at that, but it’s not the flirtatious kind girls normally respond with, and steve’s confused where he went wrong.
“that’s your big line? you just want me to go up to your room with you?”
steve shrugs. “yeah, I guess.”
“right,” you murmur, taking a drink from your cup, “yeah, I’m not fucking you, harrington. try your luck somewhere else.”
you give him a flat smile, pat him on the shoulder, and slither out from his grasp to go get another drink.
@graywrenhart @holawdw and @keeryspullman have me wanting to write stuff for hockey player!steve but my brain is empty atm………trust that I am attempting to cook something up tho…………….
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I read a hockey player!Teacake fic by @graywrenhart (which is so so amazing and you should go read it if you for some reason haven't already) and it made me think about college hockey player!Teacake
College hockey player!Teacake is young, dumb, and hasn't fully realized how gullible he can be. He got into a decent university on a scholarship, but his main priority is playing hockey. His team pulls him into dozens of stupid dares and bets just because it's easy to convince him to agree to anything. Teacake gets an infamously bad bleach job through one of these bets, as well as his ear piercing which is off center because the guys were laughing too hard while they did it. At the cost of his body and self esteem, Teacake goes along with all of it because he's determined to fit in (something that's always been hard for him outside of sports).
Despite the chaos, their team is actually good. And every win leads to a party. Which leads to alcohol and eventually drugs. Teacake goes along with it, trying and taking things he probably shouldn't. He deals with gnarly hangovers and an unbeatable feeling that he starts to crave. Suddenly, Teacake can't get through the day without a drink, or a blunt, or a gummy, or a pill (usually all of the above). It isn't impacting his performance in hockey so it isn't a problem, right?
After one particularly wild night at a club or party (Teacake still can't remember), he gets talked into driving the team back to campus. They, obviously, get pulled over and Teacake is the one to take the fall. He isn't charged but the university takes his scholarship away and he's sent back home at the end of the semester.
Teacake starts his sobriety journey after that, taking a year off for himself. He figures it's the best way to get his life back off track after he screwed everything up. It takes work but Teacake stays sober and is able to get into another (albeit shittier) college. The hockey team there isn't the best but the team has heart. Teacake feels more at home than he ever has. Staying sober and not getting pushed into other people's schemes is easy with this team. They start to respect Teacake for helping their team win and listen to his long winded ramblings because they have genuinely helpful bits of information that other people usually ignore.
It helps that Teacake is hopelessly in love with you, the college’s designated sports reporter. The only bet he takes is one to ask for your number after their first big win. All it takes is one goofy smile from Teacake for you to scribble it down on the crumpled receipt he handed you.
hot neighbor!steve coincidentally goes out to his back porch every time you’re sunbathing in a bathing suit and pretends he’s doing something important just so he can say hi to you — sometimes it’s watering his hedges, other times it’s standing with his hands on his hips and admiring his backyard, occasionally it’s just drinking his coffee.
every now and then, you’ll lower your sunglasses and send a wave his way, calling across the picket fence that separates your properties: “pretty hot, huh, neighbor?”
steve barks out a laugh. “yeah, you have no idea,” he says with a smirk, shaking his head as he slides the glass door to go back inside.
you’ll get him to cross over to your side eventually.
