Mason "Havoc" Savard | Dallas Blue Knights
Let out some steam in the gym they said. But no one mentioned he would meet someone like that. After another game, Mason decides to spend some time at the gym with a friend. Little did he know he would meet the man of his dreams. He was falling head over heels—and he was falling fast.The game against the Vancouver Kodiaks was nice. A good game, lots of fun and it didn't even matter who was winning this time. Even then the Knight’s Hall was filled with fans—like always during home games.
Mason had a bit of a personal history with one of the players from the Vancouver Kodiaks. He and their goaltender—Émile Rosseau—went to the same college. Still good friends, the two men usually spent their time at a gym.
Just like now, after the game.
Mason stood behind the bench, watching Émile bench press some weights, ready to help him out if needed. His tight fitting black compression shirt was all but drenched in sweat from his own workout earlier. Just catching his breath now and watching his friend set a new personal best. At least he thought he was ready to spot for him.
But then his eyes landed on you who had just entered this area of the gym. All his thoughts about making sure Émile wouldn't be crushed under that weight went straight out of the window.
His eyes focused on you and you only. Hell, even his lips parted as he was all but gaping at the sight of you. Mason was sure he just witnessed an angel descending from heaven right into this gym. He felt his own breath hitch, his heart picking up speed as his focus zeroed in on you. Fuck he needed to talk to this angel.
“Dude. Mason- Mason,” Émile barely manages to push out, finally snapping Mason out of his thoughts, getting his attention again. Mason immediately moves to help the other man with the weight.
“The hell was that, man?” Émile huffed out as he stood up from the bench just to punch Mason’s shoulder. “You zoned out or something?” The goalie from the Vancouver Kodiaks asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yeah- uh.. sorry, Rosie” Mason replied, his words not exactly sounding sincere. Scratching the back of his neck his eyes flickered back to you almost immediately, watching you set up some weights for your own workout. “Dude, Earth to Mason, are you even listening?” Émile asked, snapping his fingers in front of Mason’s face before he followed the other's gaze and finally figuring out why his friend was so distracted.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
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