#captainshunter

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Fabian lets out a truly horrendous giggle when Luca winks at him, a flush of embarrassment immediately colouring his cheeks. Fuck fuck fuck - Internally, he's spiralling, but on the outside - Well, he just grins and wraps his tongue around a straw, hoping that it'll distract from how flustered he is.

There's no way in hell that it's an interested wink - Is it? Fabian has a habit of fancying unavailable men, so he's working under the same assumption here. It seems impossible that this successful surgeon would be a) available and b) interested in Fabian. As confident as he is, that seems like a reach beyond even his wildest dreams.

❝ you would be, too, if you played half as hard as i did. ❞ he chirps back, hoping it's enough to get him to tell rozanov to 'fuck off' and avoid seeing how bad he actually looks. this was more than post-game sweat. in fact, his skin was DRY. that was the scary part. like his thermostat had completely broken and refused to turn the cooling back on.

Wilhelm's kept it together the whole time, when he got the news about his father's death, when he'd realized his older brother was actually taking him to court, even when he walked into that building today. Now he lies in the dark, wide awake, feeling a weight on his chest that threatens to suffocate him. The whole pressure, the tabloids and their cameras, hungry for a good family drama, when all Wilhelm wants is protect his siblings from further pain and give them the best future. And perhaps worst of all - the crippling doubt. Not that he had hesitated for a second to fight for custody, but is he truly ready for this responsiblity, for actually raising them? What if he fails Georg and Maria and makes it all worse?

Wilhelm's kept it together, yet in the safety of his uncle's house, with Scott next to him, the fears come crashing down on him. Scott, who'd insisted on coming here with him. Scott, who's been sitting in that court room even though he barely understood what was actually going on, just to be a comforting presence. They'd talked about it of course, with the lights still on, but he'd put on a brave face, hiding behind that familiar mask.

@captainshunter

Now that he's here, Kip feels this might be a stupid idea. He'd been saving for a few weeks, taking on extra shifts so that he can make plans to travel to Florida for Scott's away game. It falls on Valentine's weekend, so he felt he had to do something.

So, he'd booked a room in the same hotel as Scott, but as far away from the team as he could possibly manage. The woman on the reception desk definitely thinks he's up to something suspect - Probably thinks he's an escort or having an affair with a married member of the team. Thankfully, the hotel's huge. He hasn't come across anyone. Then he'd gone to a smoothie shop and had them make Scott's blueberry smoothie to exact specification.

Now he's sitting in the room, waiting, after texting Scott the room number. He's decorated the room with Valentine's balloons and rose petals, and is very much second-guessing himself. Maybe this is too much? He looks up at the knock on the door. Hands smooth over his shirt. Pulling it open, Kip gives a soft smile, stepping aside quickly so that Scott can come in. "Hi - Surprise. Happy Valentine's Day." He hesitates, nervous. "I wanted to do something to mark the occasion."

something soft for @captainshunter

during the season they have seemed to have less time to consider their own needs. he didn't realize that being on the same team was going to bring so much time together and yet none at all. so now that they had a real day off, he was going to take advantage of it.

he rolled over in bed, crawling up on scott's body with a gentle hum. scott hunter. he still doesn't know how this happened and he long ago stopped caring. " mmm, hi handsome. " his fingers move to his boyfriend's beard, feeling the way it scratches against his fingers. he moves to rub his chin against the it, the scratchiness of his stubble feeling so good against his skin. he sits up from that, rubbing his now slightly raw chin as he looks at the way scott is painted by the streaming light. god. fuck that's all mine.

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Kip reaches for the sleeve of a jacket, examining the label. "I like this one - It's vintage, I think." It's a strange situation, but he's decided to make the best of it. Running into Scott hadn't been intentional. Then again, New York can be a lot smaller than people think. Everyone has a friend of a friend who knows someone else. Thank god, he'd worn his nice jeans.