#soooo cuteeeeee

I’m not the photography anon I just have ideas! (Also I’m on mobile so, sorry).

Sidney stopped playing hockey at 11 years old. The boys hated him so much and the bullying increased day by day. Until one day, a boy got a little too violent on the ice and hit Sidney too hard. He had lost all of his hearing, and it threw off his balance. So he had to quit. He stared wearing hearing aids but had to communicate in mostly ASL, and writing. Of course he could talk but his voice was always distant and choppy.

Sidney found photography, he didn’t have to hear to take pictures and it seemed his other senses increased. He developed ‘the eyes of an eagle’ as his teacher had told him. He could see every shot and snap it in a second. His love for hockey and knack for getting great action shots got him a great summer job helping his local junior team.

Sidney fidgeted with the camera strap on his arm as he pulled open the door to the rink. The smell of fresh ice hit him and he relaxed almost immediately. The bright lights were on, for illuminating the white ice below giving a holy look to the open space. Sidney’s sneakers squeaked on the floor below him, unknowing to himself it echoed through the arena.

When he reached the back area he was able to find the coach, a middle aged man with a bald spot and a large mustache named Steven. He smiled and waved at Sidney, before starting to speak rapidly. Sidney’s eyes widened at the man suddenly overwhelmed. The man paused at the shocked expression on the sixteen year old in front of him. Suddenly he seemed to remember as he shook his head and mouthed very dramatically 'I’m sorry.’

Sidney sighed and nodded his head smiling softly. He focused on his voice and said back softly, 'it’s okay, really.“

Even to himself he could tell his voice shook and his pronunciation was weird, emphasis on all the wrong letters. He could feel himself growing warm and he knew his checks were bright red. —–

The man Steven had found a pen and paper to write down what Sidney needed to know. He would introduce Sidney to the team and he would take pictures of the team for practice today and the games for the rest to the season.

When the door had opened to the locker room, Sidney couldn’t help but hold his breath. The boys were all taller than himself and attractive. His face was still red as Steven called attention to his team and gestured to Sidney, speaking animatedly. Presumably telling the team about what Sidney was here to do. Sidney felt small under the large group of eyes on him from all angles. Finally he locked eyes to a deep brown pair of eyes. The boy was huge, and he recognized the 71 immediately. That was Evgeni Malkin, 17 year old super star destined for the draft next year. His dark eyes roamed Sidney’s intensely and Sidney couldn’t breath for a moment.

All of the boys started moving at once and Sidney had realized that they had gone back to getting ready. Steven had must’ve finished talking. Steven walked Sidney back out to the ice and they waiting for the players as he fixed the settings on his camera.

When the players came out Sidney found his lens trained to number 71. His large body surprisingly graceful as he maneuvered the puck, weaving the puck with intense focus. He looked larger and much less skinny as he once had in the locker room. Every time Evgeni made eye contact with Sidney his entire face turned bright red and he ducked his head.

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After practice was over Sidney was walking out of the arena cradling his camera in his hands looking over the pictures. He knew that this practice was a sort of warm up for the games later but Sidney couldn’t help but criticize everyone of his pictures. Just as he made it to the door he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Sidney turned quickly and was met with the dark eyes of one Evgeni Malkin. The larger boy was breathing heavily and talking quickly. His head was dipped in a way that the lights couldn’t reach his lips so Sidney had no chance of trying to understand what he was saying.

Sidney held up his hand to stop him and tapped his ear moving his head left and right. Genos eyes grew wide and said something fast once more. Sidney reached into his bag pulling and pen and paper out handing them to Evgeni, saying messily, 'write, please’

Evgeni’s eyes grew wide at Sidney’s voice, and he started to write. He wrote is messy English, 'you cannot hear? I am sorry ((((((’

Sid smiled and nodded, Geno wrote again. 'Coach did not tell us. My name is Evgeni call me geno’

Sidney smiled and nodded, writing, 'my name is Sidney’

Genos head cocked to the side and he wrote, 'you can speak?’

'Not well, I can’t hear my own voice’ Sidney wrote back suddenly very self conscience.

Geno nodded looked down suddenly before pulling his phone out of his pocket roughly and barking something into it for a couple of minutes. He finally flipped it shut and turned back to Sidney. He wrote sloppy on the paper one last note. 'Nice to meet you Sidney, here is my number text me. (Xxx) xxx-xxxx ))))))’

Sidney nodded and swallowed his self doubt before answering quietly in almost a whisper, 'goodbye Geno, text you later’

He knew he stumbled over Geno’s name but Geno looked super happy, his smile splitting his face in half as he walked away waving.

omfg i love these little things so much...!!!?

apparently ty has these teeny ty plushies and one of them is a fox named finley??? first time i saw this little fella i was so shocked!!! and then i developed a huge Need and 3 months later i finally got them!!

jUST HEAR ME OUT OK

my saint:

a) is named finlaiy (initially supposed to be finley but well literally all the igns i want are already taken so i made his name fancier into finlaiyer)

b) is someone who wears mainly brown (his dungeoning coat is brown, his pants, shoes are brown)

c) ’s birthday is set to be february!!

d) wears fox ears ingame