Wiggle - BLAKE WHEELER/PHIL KESSEL
Title: Wiggle
Authors: geekintehpink
Character/Pairing: Blake Wheeler/Phil Kessel
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluffiness galore.
Word Count: 452
Author's Note: Random, un-beta'ed fluff. This was inspired by the first part of this page.
From his mirror, from the corner of his eye, he sees Phil with a faux hawk and smirks. The smaller blond immediately notices the smirk and runs his hands through his hair, letting the hawk fall back into...well, Blake isn't entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish, but he notices that Phil looks like the aftermath of a fork in a light socket. “That's hilarious, dude...” he grins.
But he catches the ire of the woman snipping away at his hair for turning his head. “Straight ahead, Mr. Wheeler!” she insists.
Blake blushes a little. “Sorry...” he says. That's what he gets for staring at Phil. “But it is hilarious...” he says to Phil's reflection in his mirror.
“So not hilarious!” Phil contests, reaching up to straighten it again, but eventually giving up and letting the barber comb it back into it's natural place.
Blake watches Phil fussing over his hair being fixed and giggles a little bit, wondering when the last time he giggled actually was. He laughs all the time, he chuckles a lot, too; but giggling? This is new. “You should've left it,” he says, looking over and catching hell from the woman cutting his hair.
“Look straight ahead, I said!” she snaps, and Blake jumps a bit and hisses as a reflex to being shouted at.
He hears Phil laughing on his left and resists the urge to reach out and deck him. He's within reach, anyway, so why not? “What's so funny, blondie?” he asks.
Phil's still laughing, and Blake is still resisting, barely, the urge to make him see stars-and not even in the fun way. “I'm just waiting for the moment when you wiggle too much and she snips a corner of your ear off...”
“I do not wiggle!” Blake insists, shooting a glare at his friend.
“Look straight!” the barber snaps.
Another hiss and jump. “Sorry! Sorry...” Blake apologizes profusely. “And Phil, if one of my ears gets cut off? You're paying the medical bills and explaining to Coach that it's all your fault...”
“All right, fair enough,” Phil agrees, “and yes, you do wiggle. You're a wiggler, Wheeler. Deal with it.”
Blake scoffs and narrows his eyes. “I am n-”
The barber grunts a frustrated noise, and Blake notices a moment too late that he's looking at Phil again. “STRAIGHT AHEAD!” she shouts. “And if you're not a wiggler, I'd like to see who you think is, Mr. Wheeler.”
Blake groans and rolls his eyes. He's a wiggler all right. But only Phil knows the true extent to which he wiggles. Little does Phil realize, Blake has plans in mind to make sure that his short, blond friend wiggles just as much tonight...especially after this.
Authors: geekintehpink
Character/Pairing: Blake Wheeler/Phil Kessel
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluffiness galore.
Word Count: 452
Author's Note: Random, un-beta'ed fluff. This was inspired by the first part of this page.
From his mirror, from the corner of his eye, he sees Phil with a faux hawk and smirks. The smaller blond immediately notices the smirk and runs his hands through his hair, letting the hawk fall back into...well, Blake isn't entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish, but he notices that Phil looks like the aftermath of a fork in a light socket. “That's hilarious, dude...” he grins.
But he catches the ire of the woman snipping away at his hair for turning his head. “Straight ahead, Mr. Wheeler!” she insists.
Blake blushes a little. “Sorry...” he says. That's what he gets for staring at Phil. “But it is hilarious...” he says to Phil's reflection in his mirror.
“So not hilarious!” Phil contests, reaching up to straighten it again, but eventually giving up and letting the barber comb it back into it's natural place.
Blake watches Phil fussing over his hair being fixed and giggles a little bit, wondering when the last time he giggled actually was. He laughs all the time, he chuckles a lot, too; but giggling? This is new. “You should've left it,” he says, looking over and catching hell from the woman cutting his hair.
“Look straight ahead, I said!” she snaps, and Blake jumps a bit and hisses as a reflex to being shouted at.
He hears Phil laughing on his left and resists the urge to reach out and deck him. He's within reach, anyway, so why not? “What's so funny, blondie?” he asks.
Phil's still laughing, and Blake is still resisting, barely, the urge to make him see stars-and not even in the fun way. “I'm just waiting for the moment when you wiggle too much and she snips a corner of your ear off...”
“I do not wiggle!” Blake insists, shooting a glare at his friend.
“Look straight!” the barber snaps.
Another hiss and jump. “Sorry! Sorry...” Blake apologizes profusely. “And Phil, if one of my ears gets cut off? You're paying the medical bills and explaining to Coach that it's all your fault...”
“All right, fair enough,” Phil agrees, “and yes, you do wiggle. You're a wiggler, Wheeler. Deal with it.”
Blake scoffs and narrows his eyes. “I am n-”
The barber grunts a frustrated noise, and Blake notices a moment too late that he's looking at Phil again. “STRAIGHT AHEAD!” she shouts. “And if you're not a wiggler, I'd like to see who you think is, Mr. Wheeler.”
Blake groans and rolls his eyes. He's a wiggler all right. But only Phil knows the true extent to which he wiggles. Little does Phil realize, Blake has plans in mind to make sure that his short, blond friend wiggles just as much tonight...especially after this.