Numbers Challenge

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Here's the rules:
1) 100 words or 1 graphic.

It's that easy.
There is no need for your work to all connect. There is no need for them to be in order.

If you are stuck or would like a random word to use, poke me and I will provide.


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640

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[fairyniamh]

.... Yup, my weird side struck again. posted to the 1mw collection under... 640. Warnings: pregnancy and shotgun wedding.

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A little for the WIP

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Noah stared at the television screen, teeth digging into his bottom lip. There were six minutes and forty seconds left in the third period and the home team was down by one. He knew he should be rooting for the Canadian team to score, to see them gliding into enemy territory, scoring not just once, but twice, to take home the win.

But that’s not what he wanted, it’s not where his hockey loving heart was. Not since their chance meeting with Chase a month ago. Because Chase and his team were the ones leading. The ones threatening to beat the Canadians at their own game.

“I’m truly a bad Canadian,” he muttered.

“You are a lot of things,” Gabriel said, taking a seat next to Noah on the couch. “But a bad Canadian? How is that even possible?”

He looked at his partner and laughed. “Because I’m rooting for the American team?”

Shrugging, Gabriel said, “But you’re still watching hockey. Now, if you were watching football, there might be a chance.”

“Sometimes, Gabri,” Noah said, smiling affectionately, “I’m not sure if I love you or hate you.”

“You love me,” he said, kissing the curve of Noah’s jaw. “You always love me.”
“And what about him,” he asked, inclining his head towards the television. Chase had just shot the puck to another teammate, one who had taken a solid shot at the puck, sending it screaming across the ice, barely missing the net.

“Him,” Gabri purred. “He is an unknown, but I believe he will be a bit more known in three weeks.”

Noah turned to the screen, unable to stop watching the way Chase glided across the ice, all lean muscle and grace. He hoped Gabri was right, because whatever it was that had happened between them that night, it felt like more. Like it should be more. Three minutes fifteen left. Which meant that in less than thirty, they ought to hear from their favorite American.

Thirty minutes until they could hear his voice.

Maybe two hours until they could video call.

Three long ass weeks until they could touch him again.

The next twenty-odd days might just kill him.

“That’s it,” Gabri said with a laugh. “Americans win.” He nudged Noah with his elbow. “Chase and his boys win.”

“Yay Chase,” Noah cheered. “And the rest of the team, too, I guess.”

“Come on,” Gabri said, standing. “Let’s get the dishes cleaned up before he calls.”

“Good idea,” Noah said, following his roommate into the kitchen. “That way we can snuggle while we chat with him later.”

“I like how your mind works,” Gabriel agreed, handing him a plate. “Now get to work.”

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