about time, too. he’s been wondering what’s been keeping her so busy.

he has a show tonight, and he needs outfit advice. kinda anxious. colour, aesthetic, all that sort of stuff. it’s certainly not coachella or anything, but he still wants to look okay.

he needs @gatareigns.bsky.social’s opinion on something. when she has a sec.

today was a busking day. 🎤

⠀ * 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. ( like ) this tweet for a dm about becoming mains or plotting a connection with teddy. slightly selective. mutuals only. ⠀

currently shooting pucks ( aka tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment. careful, * READER — he doesn’t want to hit you by accident!

currently shooting pucks ( aka tennis balls ) in the alley behind his apartment. careful, * READER — he doesn’t want to hit you by accident!

/ i’m gonna have to bring back my hp!au teddy aren’t i

so unserious.

which earns her a kiss to the temple, and then to the cheek as he waits for his online matchmaking. “long day?”

right at home. ⛸️

smiley. ☺️

they won last night’s game, so he thinks he’s earned it.

outstanding. he’s between multiplayer rounds at the minute, so he’s scooting over to make room for her.

they won last night’s game, so he thinks he’s earned it.

pen stops. he looks up, ginger-blond eyebrows furrowed, contemplative. tipping the end of the pen in her direction. “. . .actually kind of a cool idea. noted. i can work with that.” also makes him think he kinda wants a lion, too.

he’s doodling in his songwriting book. he’s no artist, but he wants a new tattoo. any ideas, * READER?

sit with him while he plays video games?

currently drinking coffee number. . . four(?) of the day.

what’s she offering? 🤨

shit — you know, he can’t even remember what to write about now. he could really use some help remembering.

( duly ) noted. you know, they might just have to, like, do it ( now ). you know, so he has a fresh memory and a better idea of what to write about.

girl, that’s like, his default setting.

fuck yeah, it is. oh? shit, should do this more often. maybe write a song about ( that ), too.

⠀ * 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. ( like ) this tweet for a dm about becoming mains or plotting a connection with teddy. slightly selective. mutuals only. ⠀

/ and if i did an interaction call, what then

ella wanted him to learn a tiktok dance, and he’s obviously a ( cool ) dad, so—.

@gatareigns.bsky.social’s sneak peek of his latest project, as promised.

and what about it?

hungry teddy hours.

“okay, then,” teddy says, equally satisfied as long as she is, too. he’s already securely strapped ella into the back, but he appreciates and notes lina’s double-checking of such. he’s climbing into the driver’s seat now, ensuring he’s got his key fob to get them in and out of his —

good, definitely gonna do it, then. should’ve brought her out when he was busking today.

he’s gonna bring her out on stage the next time he performs somewhere. 😇

today was a busking day. 🎤

well, yeah? when he’s written like, six songs about falling in love, who the hell did she think he was talking about? she ( is ) the process.

all over it. give him a sec to find one of the rough studio recordings, and he’ll send it to her. okay, now she’s just being nice, but he’s glad she likes it all the same. honestly, half the time he’s writing about her anyway.

overjoyed to hear it. yeah? does she wanna hear it first? he can send her a sample or a rough cut?

good. he’ll score for her. and ella. . . .what does she think about him releasing new music? he’s got one he’s recorded and it’s. . . kind of a vibe.

she coming to his game tonight? also, he had an idea he wanted to run by her.

good morning to @gatareigns.bsky.social only.

oh, just the hockey game. got a little too invested, but such is life, he supposes.

well, that was some fucking nonsense this morning.

part of @gatareigns.bsky.social’s valentine’s gift. 🫣

"no, i think that's everything," teddy agrees, clad in blue hoodie and joggers, arms folded over his chest as he observes the box of his truck and all they've packed in it. that, and the cab, too, the back doors of which are also opened for him to peruse all the things they've shoved in —

a good question; he pauses, thinking for a moment, before a grin crosses bearded features and blue eyes once again reconnect with hers. "what would you say to a burger? 'cause i could murder one of those."

he has a rather large pink bag for @gatareigns.bsky.social. it’s got a big sparkly bow and lots of tissue paper inside, too.

working on a little something for today. . .

“and i agree. and i think ella will, too.” another grin, kissing her forehead. “dunno ‘bout you, but i could use a pregame snack.”

what else could one say? care to be more specific?

“‘kay, good. i’ll make sure to score a couple for you, then,” he says with a blue-eyed wink, still grinning as he gives her another squeeze. “and, if we win, we can go out for ice cream after. or pizza.” cue a rumble from his stomach. “or both.”