#diiatribes

caleb couldn’t shake his nerves, even when all he needed to focus on was the game at hand. ever since the night prior, he felt on edge and his chest ached. bryson probably hated him, he thought, for keeping the truth from him. and, he hated himself for it as well. still, for his team, he needed to focus. unfortunately, as he went to take a tight shot at the goal, he felt a body slam into him and his own body subsequently hit the harsh pole of the goal. immediately, he was being groped and hit at, his hands trying to push off whoever was coming at him. his nerves were turning into frustration, but he was always the type to refuse purposefully hitting others out on the ice despite being caught in the quickly developing pile of a fight. at one point, he felt his helmet slip halfway off his head and then a gloved fist make contact with his exposed nose. the pain was sharp and biting as he immediately started to bleed, his hand now coming up to cover and protect his injured nose. he looked up to catch the face of the owner of the hand, his shock overwhelming his pain as he saw bryson.

moonbin wasn’t the type to usually get himself hurt on the field, he was a safer player then most and he was careful. if he thought he’d get hurt he usually had a way out of it some how. but some how this time he failed. he managed to fuck up his leg pretty bad, enough to be taken off the field in a stretcher and brought the hospital. it sucked not getting to finish the game with the other’s and before he knew it he was out. it was hours and a surgery later when he woke up eyes fluttering softly to see the other there at his bedside. “hey you..” he says softly turning his head more and reaching a hand out. “you okay?” // @diiatribes​

they’ve almost accepted it at this point. no matter what lennon says or does, their friend finds some way to brush it off, ignore it, act like what they’ve been doing together means nothing. they’ve tried to convince themself to end this, but it hasn’t worked—obviously, because the other’s got them pinned to the wall of a club. as much as they want to just drown in the kiss, lennon pulls back after a long moment, eyes sad. “so, we’re doing this again, huh?”

most of the class had filtered out after they finished the cool down period. iris had been relieved due to the fact that it was her last one for the day. she had gone to grab her phone in order to turn off the music. a yawn fell from her as she picked up her jacket which had been resting on the floor. she shrugged it on and reached for the towel that she always brought with her. the smile that she kept on during the classes was long gone. she was dabbing at her neck as she went to make sure that everything was put away. the blonde turned and she almost froze when she realized she wasn’t alone like she thought she was,” hey,” she breathed,” did you forget something?” 

celeste tilted her head to the side, still doubting that what she held in her hands used to be a living, breathing person. but, she wasn’t going to state as much considering she didn’t want to end up offending the owner. still, despite her tentative trust placed in the other, she couldn’t help the temptation of seeing more. what could possibly be so valuable and strange that it needed to be kept from public eye? “not a word will fall from these lips,” she promised. of course, if she wrote or typed about what she saw, would that technically not break the promise? celeste loves to dance around technicalities. “what do you have back there? a whole unicorn?”

juliet’s first instinct was to hide in the pool house, somewhere where no one in her family stepped foot in. it was only really groundskeepers and anyone who came by to clean the pool. she grabbed their arm and pulled them inside, pushing a broken chair in front of the door. her mother’s been trying to find her all day...and she was angry. all she could do was hide until she was calm. and they were being dragged along with juliet. “she shouldn’t be able to get in here unless she’s really desperate.” she hoped. “how long do you think we can stay out here?”

“so, i finally get to meet the famous lil’ cousin, huh?” simon said as he slid along the ice toward bryson’s cousin. he’d been invited to play around with the two and get to know the younger considering bastien joining their team was pretty much official save for on paper. simon’s smile was bright and warm as he held out his fist for the other to bump. “simon, it’s a pleasure. if you’ve been playing with bryson, then i expect you to be better than him,” he teased, a laugh escaping him. bryson had stepped out for something — a phone call — and simon was left to do the introduction on his own. which, the captain didn’t mind. “i’m not so good at small talk and all that, so why don’t we see who can make as many goals as possible to get to know each other? i’ll block first, yeah? just don’t aim for my face,” he playfully warned as he didn’t have the proper gear on. he moved in front of the goal, stick in hand. “so, a cute guy like you — think you can keep up?” he playfully teased.

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