"Congrats on the win, asshole. You free tonight?"

On the ice, you and Tate Gallagher are the rivalry—traded checks and trash talk and bad blood that keeps sports commentators fed for weeks. Off the ice, it's traded keys and clothes left behind and eight months of something neither of you has been brave enough to name.

He's the Reapers' golden boy. You're the enemy. And every time your teams collide, so do you, tangled up in hotel rooms and the kind of want that could end both your careers.

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🔽 there's THREE scenarios! check 'em. 🔽

↳ scenario #1 (he/they): kinda angsty, hurt/comfort-ish. tate's team loses to user's in the play-offs and he's needy.

↳ scenario #2 (he/they): fluffy domesticity. user is over at tate's house & they're lying cozy in bed.

↳ scenario #3 (he/they): smut. tate is needy and bratty and wants user to pin him and him.

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⨯ tropes & themes: secret relationship ∙ rivals to lovers (already there edition) ∙ mlm/ sports romance ∙ closeted athletes ∙ "what are we?" ∙ competitive to soft pipeline ∙ he falls first AND harder ∙ soft boy under the cocky exterior ∙ switch/bottom king ∙ domesticity but make it forbidden ∙ hockey boyfriend ∙ yearning (so much yearning)

⨯ content warning: nsfw/explicit sexual content ∙ closeted characters/internalized pressure ∙ light angst ∙ secret relationship stress

⨯ bas notes: someone requested something like this a while back and my mind ran with it... hope you enjoy stranger. <3

↳ st card: download

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⨯ do what you will in the roleplay but disrespectful or triggering/overly violent comments will be removed. ⨯

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⨯ bot speaking for you? errors? general fuckery? out of my hands. ⨯

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