august and everything after
My true life Scott McCall is going to fucking Neramata for a week and I don't know what to do with myself because without her around to be like "YES TRAIN ROBBERS IN A THREESOME!" and "STORIES ABOUT SAD PEOPLE SPONTANEOUSLY TURNING INTO LION CUBS ARE ABSOLUTELY ACCEPTABLE," I have to do shit like clean and pack and think about scabies
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HAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY, FOR YOU - mascot!verse AU: (oh my god, this is almost two thousand words I HATE EVERYTHING.)
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taylor would be lying if she said she hadn't been looking forward to the windsor reunion weekend for more than just reuniting with most of her bros for the weekend (when she checks her phone, there are approximately six messages from elly that all read something similar to WISH I WAS THERE. ): ): ): RAIN CHECK BANG??? ;) - e xoxo ps say hi to the boyz), but she'd probably be feeling even better about it if she could stop checking her facebook on her phone at the bar, or you know, if facebook and twitter would showing her all the pictures of the pretty girls that jordan's probably hooking up with this summer - so much for 'waiting until september,' she thinks bitterly, knocking back another shot.
ben shutron takes the empty shotglass out of her hand and replaces it with a beer, and she looks up to smile briefly at him: "thanks."
"no problem," he says easily. "least i can do is buy you a beer after you drove me most of the way down for the weekend."
he's about to say something else, probably, when eric wellwood wanders by the table and plops himself down at their table, making grabby-hands at taylor's beer: she feels her grin tipping into something a little more genuine as she complies and she pushes it towards him. he takes a long swallow and nods at her in thanks, passing it back: "so hallsy," eric begins. "are you still doing 09/10 rules? because i'm pretty sure my brother scored four goals tonight."
"i dunno, welly," taylor says. "i barely know the guy."
eric just grins wider, leaning in to throw one arm around taylor and his other around ben. "may i have this dance? he sings tunelessly. "can i get in your pants?"
taylor just blinks at him: "that was probably the gayest thing that's ever happened to me. and i once had sex with shuggy's girlfriend."
"i remember," eric says happily. "it was awesome." he presses a wet kiss to her cheek, and then one to ben's cheek too for good measure and wanders off again in search for more alcohol.
ben raises an eyebrow: "you had sex with shuggy's girlfriend?"
taylor shrugs. "shuggy watched. it was awesome."
to his credit, ben doesn't look too confused. "and what are 09/10 rules?"
she stares at him for a moment, considering. "a reward system," she finally replies. "sex for the spit of the game."
"with you?" ben asks incredulously.
"with me," she answers, taking another pull of her beer.
ben tilts his head, like he's thinking seriously about something: "you mean," he starts slowly. "you waited until the year i was gone to do this?"
taylor shrugs again: "i would have banged you."
ben makes a vaguely pathetic whining sound - "you mean we could have banged all of escapade weekend in ottawa?"
"um," taylor says. "what do you think scotty and i were doing in our hotel room all night when you were at your parents'?"
"fuck my life," ben says sadly. "i always miss out on everything awesome."
"oh, shuey," taylor pats him on the shoulder. "if it makes you feel better, i could probably blow you on the way home if you drive."
ben makes a tragic face at her: "are you just saying that because you're drunk?"
"no," taylor says. "but it helps."
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all in all, it's a pretty great night if she studiously ignores checking her phone: ben buys her a few more beers when taylor tells him she'll clear out of the hotel room that they're sharing for the weekend so that he can bring back a girl he met at the bar; cam fowler comes up to her, takes one look at her and gives her a careful hug and gentle reminder that she's taylor fucking hall and can do anything she wants ("except i can't have sex with you," cam tells her. "'cuz my girlfriend's here. but she's really hot and would probably super be into making out with you."); scotty and nemo and cundari each lift her clear off the ground when they bear-hug her as the night wears on - she's pretty sure that cam probably told all of them about what was going on.
but of course, at the end of the night, it's adam who comes up to find her, swaying a little drunkenly and asks if she needs a place to crash for the night - "i heard that shuey picked up," he says. then he makes a face: "ugh. boobs."
taylor's almost missed this, wandering back to the apartment that adam shares with captain no fun, who must also know what's up, because he's not saying anything about how drunk adam and taylor are, just lets her lean heavily against him for the whole walk home, her fingers laced with adam's, a steady reminder that they'll always have her back, no matter what.
captain no fun peels off to his room when they get back to give them space, and adam gestures for taylor to sit down on his bed, handing her one of the two gatorades in his hands: "you first," he says.
"dudes suck," she says passionately, accepting the drink gratefully.
"sure fucking do," adam agrees, collapsing down on to the bed beside her. "best lay of my entire life, and he's moving to minnesota."
"zach parise's so hot," taylor murmurs sympathetically, rubbing comforting circles against adam's denim-clad knee.
"i know," adam whines pitifully. "but no, didn't want to re-sign. i really need to stop banging dudes with one foot in the closet."
"ebby's banging blonde chicks this summer. blonde chicks who aren't me," taylor announces sadly. "hot blonde chicks. and i think welly tried to set me up with his brother tonight."
"oh god," adam shakes his head, tugging her down to lie down beside him on the bed. "is this what our fucking lives have become?"
"pretty much," she agrees. she pauses, thinking, before her eyes light up: "hey can i see your phone?"
adam shrugs and digs into his pocket, fishing it out to toss to her - "what are you going to do? not that i'm sober enough to care or stop you either way."
"just gonna text parise a couple things," taylor says, trying her best to sound convincing. "don't worry: it won't be anything too embarrassing. just wanna tell him that being good-looking doesn't mean that he can just kick you to the curb like that!" and when adam doesn't look completely pursuaded, she tosses her own iphone at him: "here, you can have free-reign of my phone, too as a sign of goodwill."
"fine," adam finally relents, and pulls her in closer against him as she snuggles in against him despite herself. "don't ruin my life though hallsy. i don't want to have to murder one of my bros."
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she wakes up the next morning with her face mashed up against adam's chest and a terrible headache that seems to be aggravated by the chorus of taylor swift's "i'd lie," which totally isn't the ringtone she's set for jordan in the summer when he's not around to hear it, so she doesn't seem to really have much of a choice but to grope for the offending phone and take the call.
"hallsy?" jordan says, sounding like he's trying not to laugh. "were you and henrique really drunk together last night? because i got a ton of texts from your number, courtesy of a very drunk adam henrique."
"how did you know it was henny?" taylor does her best not to croak.
"the last one ended with 'henrique out' all in caps," jordan tells her. "i didn't actually have sex with a quote host of sexy ladies, unquote, for the record."
"i had sex with scott timmins over canada day weekend," she says. "a lot of it."
"i know," jordan replies. somehow, he sounds kind of fond. "henny said that, too. something about getting my priorities sorted out because someone better will come along."
"but there isn't anyone better," taylor blurts out without thinking, and then cringes.
"i thought it might have just been the painkillers talking, back in april," jordan says. "i guess not, eh?"
"no," taylor says, feeling vaguely more hopeful. "it wasn't." and then: "and it wasn't very fair of you to assume that it was."
"i know," jordan tells her, contrite. "but for what it's worth, um. me too."
"yeah?"
"yeah," jordan confirms. "but i think we should still talk about this face-to-face in september. in the meantime, um. maybe we can like...not...sleep with other people?"
something deep inside taylor uncurls, a wave of warm relief washing over her. "yeah. um. i'm sort of sleeping on adam right now though."
"i'm gay," adam mumbles sleepily, reaching for taylor's phone to be better heard by jordan. "her woman parts do nothing for me. she's a bro with tits. that is all."
"that's not what i meant," jordan says, full-out laughing now. "and hey henny."
"i'm going back to bed," taylor informs jordan happily. "but i'm glad we had this, um. you know. i'm looking forward. to. you. and...seeing you."
"you too, hallsy," jordan tells her. "go back to sleep. i'll see you real soon. but first, i'm going to text whit and tell him that we should look for a two-bedroom just to freak him out."
when taylor hangs up, even her hangover headache can't stop the achingly huge grin spreading across her face. she pushes her face against adam's side to hide her face.
adam tangles a hand fondly in her hair: "i can't believe you made a taylor swift ringtone for him. loser. and zach wants to know why i was texting him in the third person with things like 'u dont apprasdklasjdliate henny :( :( :( THAT MAEKS U A NOB'."
"um," she says. "sorry?"
"don't be," adam sighs. "he apologized. and said we should probably talk about it, which is more than i was anticipating, really. so i guess i should be thanking you." and then, in response to her questioning glance: "you passed out last night after, like, two texts - you were out cold when he called, like, five minutes later, concerned and really weirded out."
"you're welcome?" taylor tries, and slings an arm over adam's chest and closes her eyes.
adam just laughs, a low, rumbling sound, already more than half-asleep again anyway. "what would i ever do with you?"
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henrique 5eva, nobs neva.
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oh god oh god oh god, adam henrique is my favourite. how did this even happen.
ETA: SCOTT MCCALL. THERE IS A HUGE TYPO IN THAT TERRIBLE COMMENT FIC. THE LAST SENTENCE IS SUPPOSED TO SAY "WHAT WOULD I EVER DO WITHOUT YOU." BECAUSE UM. ADAM DOESN'T ACTUALLY HATE HER. AS EVIDENCED BY ACTUAL MASCOT VERSE.
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