Brooks/Greenie drabblet for breezy
courses of true love
by Elise
Drabble for breezy48
Washington Capitals
Brooks Laich/Mike Green
takes place at Green's first practice with the team. This is from a quote and pairing prompt from Weck.
Brooks rolled his eyes and shoved his friend. “Listen here, Halpy, I don’t need any advice.”
Jeff raised his hands, and said, laughing, “No, of course not. You’re just going to remain a bachelor for the rest of your life.”
“I am not.” Brooks said with a sigh.
Dave leaned over, having heard the conversation, “Brooksie... do you even remember how to...?”
“Steckel.” Brooks said, voice low, “I can take you.”
Dave and Jeff laughed, returning to preparing for the morning skate. Brooks was about to continue when a whistle alerted everyone. The team looked up and saw their coach standing beside a very nervous looking man, with a duffel over his shoulder. Brooks subconsciously licked his lips and leaned back into his stall. “Ok everyone, this is Mike Green, our new defenseman. He’ll be practicing with us today, but won’t be in the game tonight.”
There was a general chorus of hellos and Mike smiled, keeping his eyes on the ground. He was chewing his lip, and Brooks blushed a bit. Perhaps, Brooks thought, coach should bring in new defensemen more often. Mike had walked to what would be his locker, and sat his stuff down. Brooks kept his eyes trained on the young man, who was directly across from him. Mike was shaking hands, answering basic questions, still chewing his lip nervously. Brooks found it endearing.
Standing up, Brooks slid his shirt on, and decided to introduce himself. It couldn’t hurt. Dave cleared his throat, “Where you going, Brooksie?”
Halpy’s eyes twinkled in laughter, but Brooks didn’t catch on. “No where... I gotta go...”
Dave followed Brooks’ eyes, laughing. He turned to Jeff, “So... maybe I might lose this whole Brooksie being a bachelor for life bet.”
Jeff shook his head, “Nah, Brooksie’ll find a way to fuck it up.”
“Fuck what up?” said a new voice.
All three turned to see Mike standing by them. Brooks flushed red and looked down at Mike’s feet, the other two bursting into laughter. “Nothing,” Jeff said, “I’m Jeff, this is Dave, and this is Brooks. also known as Brooksie, the eternally single gentleman.”
Brooks’ head snapped up and he gave Jeff a sour look, “Thanks, Halpy, that’s nice.”
Mike laughed, and Brooks felt his head swim. He looked at the defenseman, and gave a nervous smile. Mike’s eyes met Brooks’ and he smiled, warmly. He stopped chewing his lip and said, voice a bit softer, “Hey, Brooks. I’m Mike.”
“M..Mike.” Brooks said, before clearing his throat, “Nice to meet you. Are you... uh... settled in?”
Mike shook his head, his smile growing wider. “Not at all. I could use some help though.”
“Well,” Brooks said, swinging slightly on his feet, “I’m your man.”
Mike laughed and then took a step back. “Good. I’ll see you after practice then.”
Mike drifted down the line of people, introducing himself, recieving a look over by Olie, an exuberant hug by Ovechkin, and general politeness and welcomes by all. Dave stood up, placing his hand on Brooks’ shoulder, “You’re his man?”
Halpy burst out in laughter, hands on knees, leaning over. Brooks’ face turned red and he shrugged off Dave’s hand. “I hate you guys.”
by Elise
Drabble for breezy48
Washington Capitals
Brooks Laich/Mike Green
takes place at Green's first practice with the team. This is from a quote and pairing prompt from Weck.
Brooks rolled his eyes and shoved his friend. “Listen here, Halpy, I don’t need any advice.”
Jeff raised his hands, and said, laughing, “No, of course not. You’re just going to remain a bachelor for the rest of your life.”
“I am not.” Brooks said with a sigh.
Dave leaned over, having heard the conversation, “Brooksie... do you even remember how to...?”
“Steckel.” Brooks said, voice low, “I can take you.”
Dave and Jeff laughed, returning to preparing for the morning skate. Brooks was about to continue when a whistle alerted everyone. The team looked up and saw their coach standing beside a very nervous looking man, with a duffel over his shoulder. Brooks subconsciously licked his lips and leaned back into his stall. “Ok everyone, this is Mike Green, our new defenseman. He’ll be practicing with us today, but won’t be in the game tonight.”
There was a general chorus of hellos and Mike smiled, keeping his eyes on the ground. He was chewing his lip, and Brooks blushed a bit. Perhaps, Brooks thought, coach should bring in new defensemen more often. Mike had walked to what would be his locker, and sat his stuff down. Brooks kept his eyes trained on the young man, who was directly across from him. Mike was shaking hands, answering basic questions, still chewing his lip nervously. Brooks found it endearing.
Standing up, Brooks slid his shirt on, and decided to introduce himself. It couldn’t hurt. Dave cleared his throat, “Where you going, Brooksie?”
Halpy’s eyes twinkled in laughter, but Brooks didn’t catch on. “No where... I gotta go...”
Dave followed Brooks’ eyes, laughing. He turned to Jeff, “So... maybe I might lose this whole Brooksie being a bachelor for life bet.”
Jeff shook his head, “Nah, Brooksie’ll find a way to fuck it up.”
“Fuck what up?” said a new voice.
All three turned to see Mike standing by them. Brooks flushed red and looked down at Mike’s feet, the other two bursting into laughter. “Nothing,” Jeff said, “I’m Jeff, this is Dave, and this is Brooks. also known as Brooksie, the eternally single gentleman.”
Brooks’ head snapped up and he gave Jeff a sour look, “Thanks, Halpy, that’s nice.”
Mike laughed, and Brooks felt his head swim. He looked at the defenseman, and gave a nervous smile. Mike’s eyes met Brooks’ and he smiled, warmly. He stopped chewing his lip and said, voice a bit softer, “Hey, Brooks. I’m Mike.”
“M..Mike.” Brooks said, before clearing his throat, “Nice to meet you. Are you... uh... settled in?”
Mike shook his head, his smile growing wider. “Not at all. I could use some help though.”
“Well,” Brooks said, swinging slightly on his feet, “I’m your man.”
Mike laughed and then took a step back. “Good. I’ll see you after practice then.”
Mike drifted down the line of people, introducing himself, recieving a look over by Olie, an exuberant hug by Ovechkin, and general politeness and welcomes by all. Dave stood up, placing his hand on Brooks’ shoulder, “You’re his man?”
Halpy burst out in laughter, hands on knees, leaning over. Brooks’ face turned red and he shrugged off Dave’s hand. “I hate you guys.”