#yall!!!!!

(read it on ao3!)

with all love to @stevecarrington & @maxineholtzmann & blue!!

[complete | explicit | tw for slurs and internalized homophobia]

chapter eight: on your team

Bruins to play Canadiens tonight in Boston. Munson is three goals away from being one of the youngest players (and first openly gay NHL player) to hit 300 career goals—will tonight be a hat trick and a new record for the Bruins star scorer?

The only consolation to the All-Stars weekend was that Carver had earned himself a season long suspension and a ticket right to diversity training, and the Metro division had lost against the Pacific in the championships.

It was better than the alternative. Then again, he wouldn’t have been happy with any outcome that wasn’t them winning, so he supposed it was lose lose either way. Literally.

After All-Stars, Eddie put his head down and tried to get back to hockey. 

He’d puked in the bathroom the morning of his first practice back with his own team. Archie had tried to reassure him that no one actually gave a shit about him being gay, but he hadn’t believed it until he’d walked into the room, braced for impact, and found nothing.

Jeff had clapped him on the back and winked at him, and Gareth sidled over with a soft smile. “Proud of you, man,” he said, before tugging Eddie into a bone crunching hug.

“For what?” Eddie laughed, as he hugged back. “I took the coward’s way out, bro.”

Gareth laughed and smacked him on the back. “For finally getting laid, dude. You know we’ve all been trying to help you with that for years.”

Eddie tossed his head back and honest-to-god cackled at the sentiment, and then he leaned in and winked. “Don’t you worry, Garebear. I’ve been just fine on that front.”

Then his heart sunk, just a bit, because he wasn’t going to be anymore. But he wasn’t about to tell the team that.