Tim Laflour oneshots

Ice Skaters & Hockey Players

Ahahah..

It's me 👹

I've been stuck and hit with the biggest and thickest writer's block and even now I'm struggling.

What the hell. 💀

(P.S: I know the names at the back of the hockey jerseys are supposed to be their last names, but I tried so hard to find the names of Tim's teammates that I literally went back to look at their hockey match in the movie and PAUSE whenever I found a readable name in which I only found THREEEEE. Someone give me a sticker for effort.. 😢)

(PPS: Preferably scratch and sniff stickers.)

Enjoy and please type down in the comments what you'd like me to write next! ☆

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An angel.

Tim was watching a literal angel.

Surely he wasn't high.

He didn't take any drugs.

So why could he see a literal fucking angel spinning around on the ice.

"Jeez, quit the gawking, man. She can probably feel you stare at her from miles away." Stefen teased with a weak whack of his hockey stick. Though Tim couldn't tell which one of his mates was talking to him, 

..because he was too busy looking at you.

"How can a chick be so.." Tim murmured, his eyes all but practically morphed into those cartoon hearts.

"Hot?"

Tim shoved the number 28 in the shoulder in return, fighting back a smirk because yeah,

You were hot.

"Beautiful."

Scully snorted in amusement from where he wrapped tape on his hockey stick on the bench, grinning up at the pierced boy with a boyish grin.

"Dude, how d'you say something sappy like that and not ask her out? It's been days!"

"Weeks." Stefen added with a nod, leaning over his hockey stick.

"Alright, alright, cut the shit, guys! She's not a piece of meat." Tim said through a weak chuckle, looking back at the 'non-piece-of-meat' in question.

"I beg to differ." Stefen shot cheekily, earning a small glare from Tim and raising his hand in surrender.

"Well if she's up for grabs.." Runnel said, walking over to them now that his ice skates were on. Tim turned his glare away from Stefen to look at the number 5.

"What'd you mean by that?"

"'Means," He started, fixing his helmet on with a confident, almost snarky smile. "If nobody's gonna shoot their shot, I am."

Now Tim wasn't one to get into brawls, but if looks could kill..

Tim clenched his jaw at the idea of the girl he's been pinning for for weeks being asked out by this jackass.

"What? You snooze, you lose, man."

"Why don't you back off, dog."

"Ooookay!" Stefen intervened quickly at the almost head to head, standing between the two in order to separate them. "We got training soon. 'Wouldn't want coach to make our asses run laps over this, right?"

Tim and Runnel only glared at each other, the number 5 letting a sigh out of his nose before walking off.

"Whatever. Not my type anyways."