#I NEED YOU BY MY SIIIDE

[koilarist]

me: here's my OC who has concerning issues with blackout rage and a history of blood on his hands. me: so anyways here is his playlist. it has cascada on it.

[missamyrisa2]

hi miss amy! i'm a little embarrassed to be asking this, but would you happen to have some teasy feathery tickles for a stressed college girl who just needs a distraction from her homework? maybe some help to take the edge off so she can just giggle (and orgasm) her stress away? -🍁

ooooh sweeetie you needn't everrrr be embarrassed but I know you'll blush your self to bits anywayyy so you just go right ahead and be bashfully adorable because I'm gonna tickle you to pieces yessss I ammmm I'll pluck that homework from your hands and toss it behind me as I tell you it's time for your wellnesssssss sessssion ~ mmhmmm we need to give your bodyyy a full check up and make sure your wellness levels are optimum. Ohh don't worry about that silly homework, you need only pay attention to meeee and what I'm gonna do to your bodyyyyy ~

Awww does it tickle? Why I do believe I'm tickling your sidessss with my nails gliding up and down and oooh oh ooh yes, oh my gosssh yess say that again ~ mmhmm this is really happening just like your ticklish tummyyy is really happening ~ and so are those pitttiessss! Mhmm yes wobble wobble my cutie pieeee ~ soooo busyyyy soooo worked up she doesn't even knowwwww how she needs to be worked up either nooooo ~ such a pretttyy gigglyyy girly girllll all ticklish on her underarms yeahhhh~ tickle tickleeee ~ tickle tickle!

Oooh ohh are you gonna tumble? Are you my tumblyyyy buggg? mmmhmm gonna tumble onto this bed ~ y'knowww it's all fun and games until you fall onto the bed ~ orrr I suppose it's all fun and games when you doooo fall onto the bed. And oooh loooook~ lookie loooo I have my red feather hiding in my red sweater! How about that ~ are you feather ticklish? Just relaxxxx my busy darling. Relax on the bed, just layyyy downnnnn. Enjoyyyy alll the lovelyyy lovely things I'm doing to youuu ~ shirt goesss uppp mmhmm bounce that shirt end upppp we pull it down and watch it bounce up.

Does it tickle? When I take my feather tip riiiight there along your siiiiide? Maybe on your waiiiistttt? Back and forth back and forthhhh ~ tickle tickle tiiiickle ~ my softtt feather tip going up to your navelllll round and roundddddd right inside to tickle that butttonnn ~ Coochie coooooo ~ are you sooo wiggglyyy? You my wiggglyyy girlyyy girlyyy? How about those royal chest buttons? Those royal girly chest buttonssss? Your shirt keeps going up, how did that happen? How did that happen huhh? Don't you know what they say when you start college? Don't let your shirt rise up over your buttons because crazy girls will tickle your buttons with a feather~!

Ahhh yessss, these cute buttons. Ticklishhhhh girlyyyyy cuuute buttonssss. Sooooo prettyyyy ~ so adorable. So rosyyyy ~ is the left or right more ticklish? Leffttttt or riiight ~ tickle tickleeee feather on your buttton slooowly twirlingggg tell meee tell me which is more ticklish ~ maybe we need two feathersssss. Mmhm yes I have twoooo. Let's seeee what sounds you make when I tickle tickle your cute buttons with just the tiiiips of my feathers. Just the tipsss? Mmmhmm look how stiffff those are gettingggg ~ naughty girlyyyy you love your tickles huhhh?

How about that royal pearl? Ohhh don't act shocked. You knewwww I was gonna get that pearly pearl mmhmmm. I heard those gigglymoanssss~ Let's just snuggle up. We're gonna do some gigglebondingggg ~ first we get those bottoms downnnn mmhmm. Nopeee don't try to fight itttt ~ this is happening. You have a ticklish girl pearl and I wanna seeeee ~ we'll just leave those tangled at your ankles mmhmm and put my leg over yours like thissssss and snuggle you closeeee mmmh pinchyyy tickles on your siiide you ticklish cutie pieee ~ and now my other handdd brings my swishy soft red feather downnnn down your silly tummyyyyy your cute waistttt over each hipppp and down that abdomenyyyy~

Lookie loookie lookieeee ~ your pearl is allll worked uppp. I can see even through your cute pantiessss~ cuteeee cute pantiesss! And my feather can tickle through that soft sweeet material mmhmm. Glide it uppp and down, that tipppp tip and feather edge tickling you allll on your royal area ~ yesss your royal girly areaaaaa! Does it tiiiickle? Does it tickle soo badddd? Soo good? Nooo? Yeahhh? Tickle tickle? Prettyyy girll pretty pretty ticklish girllll~ mmhmm. You gigglemoan so sweeetlyyyy when I tickle you through your pantiesssss with my feather edge ~

You wanted to take the edge offf? How about we put that edge back onnnnn ~ Ooh yessss my fingers hooking those panties. Sooo cuteee ! you can wiggle and giggle alll you likeee we're noooot stoppinggg! Those panties are going down mmmhmm down down and theeeere we goooo such a lovelyyy regal girly area mmhm. And lookie look loook! Your pearly is such an eager volunteeerrrr mmhmm. Oooh such a dramatic reaction. Does it tickle? Does it tickle tickle when I take my soft feather my nice soft pretty red feather and glide it along your wannnnnting swollen pearllyyyy?

Coochie cooooo my busy girl. You're never too busy for tickles noooo. You love your ticklessss you say pleeeease come tickle meeee every day please make me meltttt and bounce and gasp and giggle so sweeetly and moan it outtt. Oooh you can sparkle anyyyytime you wanttt. Yesss just let it alll out. Give me that snickercum mhmmm but you're only getting there through ticklessssss ~ liiight soft teasing tickles coaxing your pearlyyyy out alll the wayyyy. Oooh yesss yes you are gonna ticklegasm for me yesssss you fucking areeeeee ~ and there's no going back nooopee we're tickling you over the edge and we're not stoppingggg you can girly sparklegasm allll you want over and over and the feather isn't stoppinggggg and neither are my little kisssiesss on your ear and these softttt whispersss ~ mmmhhhmmm nice soft ticklesss niiiice soft tiiiicklesssss ~ alllll for youuuuu alll niiight longggg <3

[grellsutcliffsworld]

Dad jokes ! :DDD

1. Why is the graveyard always so overcrowded ?

Everyone's just dying to get in.

2. What does a prophet say, when they meet another prophet ?

You're fine. How am I ?

3. I got rid of my vacuum cleaner, since it was just gathering dust.

4. I was wondering, why the baseball kept getting bigger. The it hit me.

5. I've been buying shoes from a drug dealer recently.

I don't know, what he laced them with, but I was tripping all day.

6. What do you get from a pampered cow ?

Spoiled milk.

7. Two guys drive home from work in the bus. ,,Would you please take your umbrella out of my eye ?" asked one of them and the other did so.

,,S'hank 'ouh."

8. What's a thief's favorite shoes ?

Sneakers.

9. Two hats hang on a hat rack.

,,You just hang there, I'll go on ahead."

10. What does James Bond do, before going to bed ?

He goes undercover.

11. A buck spattered in my windshield yesterday.

Well, it'll never have the guts to do that again.

12: Donating organs takes guts.

13. Tow drums and a cymbal fell off a cliff.

Badum tsss.

14. I broke my pencil this morning, but I tried to use it anyways.

It was pointless.

15. When's a good time to go to the dentist ?

Thooth hurty.

16. What did the number zero say to the number eight ?

Hey, nice belt.

17. Can february march ?

No, but april may.

18. Why does the coffee taste like mud ?

Oh yeah, it's fresh ground.

19. Why is it hard to starve in the desert ?

Because of the sand which is there.

20. Don't ever leave alphabet soup on the stove.

It could spell disaster.

21. What's invisible and smells like carrots ?

Bunny farts.

22. What does a vlock do, when it's hungry ?

It goes back four seconds.

23. There are three kinds of people in this world.

Those that can count and those who can't.

24. Did you hear about the guy, who invented the knock knock-joke ?

He won the no bell-price.

25. What do you call some body with no body and no nose ?

Nobody knows.

26. Why can't you hear a psychiatrist use the bathroom ?

Because the P is silent.

27. I have a lot of jokes about retired people, but none of them work.

28. Wanna hear a joke about construction ?

Oh wait, I'm still working on that one.

29. Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon ?

It has great food, but no atmosphere.

30. How many apples grow on trees ?

All of them !

31. Why did the coffee cup file a police report ?

Because it got mugged.

32. I love to tell dad jokes.

Sometimes he laughs.

33. What do you call cheese that isn't yours ?

Nacho cheese.

34. What do you call an elephant that doesn't matter ?

An irelephant?

35. Why couldn't the bile stand up by itself ?

It wad two-tired.

36. I was thinking about going on an all omen diet, but that's just nuts.

37. Sex is like math.

You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray that you don't multiply.

38. What's the bist thing about Switzerland ?

I don't know, bit the flag is a big plus.

39. What's written on a mathematician's grave stone ?

I didn't count on that.

40. Did you her about the mathematician that was afraid of negative numbers ?

He stopped at nothing to avoid them.

41. Why do we tell actors to break a leg ?

Because every play has a cast.

42. Did you hear about the restaurant called Karma ?

There's no menu, you get what you deserve.

43. What says a computer expert to someone, who stole his Microsoft ?

You have my word.

44. Did you hear about the actor that fell through the floorboards ?

He was just going through a stage.

45. What does a rip say to another rip ?

We're en-caged.

46. Did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut ?

He just needed a little space.

47. Why do scientists do not trust atoms ?

Because they make up anything.

48. Why did the chicken go to the séance.

To get to the other side.

49. What did the chicken sing, when it was on a boat ?

We're going to the other siiide !

We're going to. the. other. side.

50. How do you drown a hipster ?

Throw him into the mainstream.

51. What sits on the bottom of the sea and twitches ?

A nervous wreck.

52. How does Moses make tea ?

He brews.

53. Why did Shakespeare only use ink ?

Because pencils confused him. 2B or not 2B.

45. What's the difference between a cat and a comma ?

A cat has claws at the end of paws and a comma is a pause at the end of a clause.

55. What did the Buddhist say to the hotdog vendor ?

Make me one with everything.

56. What did the left eye say to the right eye ?

Between the two of us, something smells.

57. How do you make a tissue dance ?

Put a little boogie into it.

58. What do you call a pony with a little cough ?

A little horse.

59. What do you call a woman with one leg ?

Eileen.

60. What do you call an apology written in dots and dadhes ?

Re-morse code.

61. Why did the hipster burn his mouth ?

He drank the coffee before it was cool.

62. Did you hear about the two people, who stole a calendar ?

Each got six months.

63. Why is it annoying to eat next to basketball players ?

They dribble all the time.

64. Why did the M&M go to school ?

It wanted to be a Smartie.

65. I got my daughter a fridge for her birthday.

I can't wait to see her face light up, when she opens it.

66. Why aren't koala's actual bears.

They don't meet the koalafications.

67. How do you throw a space party ?

You planet.

68. What do you call a train carrying gum.

A chew-chew train.

69. Why did the math textbook go to the counselor ?

It needed to figure out it's problems.

70. Two artists had an art contest.

It ended in a draw.

71. I tried to sue the airport for misplacing my luggage.

It lost my case.

72. I have a fear of speed bumps.

But I'm slowly getting over it.

73. What said one traffic light to the other ?

Stop looking ! I'm changing !

74. Why was six afraid of seven ?

Seven ate nine.

75. What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back ?

A stick.

76. What starts with an E anf ends with an E and has only 1 letter in it ?

An envelope.

77. Why doesn't the sun go to college ?

Because it has a million degrees.

78. Why are skeletons so calm ?

Because nothing gets under their skin.

79. Why is England the wettest country ?

Because many kings and queens have been reigning there.

80. Did you hear about the kidnapping at school ?

It's okay, he woke up.

81. What are a shark's two most favorite words ?

Man overboard !

82. Where does a sheep get it's hair cut ?

At the baa baa-shop.

83. Why are ghosts such bad liars ?

Because they're easy to see through.

84. What does Sherlock say, when Watson compliments his coat ?

Thanks, it's from the new fall season.

[emo--chanel]

me:

my brain: AH OUI OUI MON AMI JE M'APPELLE LAFAYETTE! THE LANCELOT OF THE REVOLUTIONARY SET! I CAME FROM AFAR JUST TO SAY "BONSOIR!" TELL THE KING "CASSE-TOI!" WHO'S THE BEST? C'EST MOI! 😎 I KNOW MY SISTER LIKE I KNOW MY OWN MIND! YOU WILL NEVER FIND ANYONE AS TRUSTING OR AS KIND! "WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT THAT ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL" AND WHEN I MEET THOMAS JEFFERSON *GASP!* IMMA COMPEL HIM TO INCLUDE WOMEN IN THE SEQUEL! ✌🏽 WORK! ✊🏽 WE DONT NEED A LEGACY! WE DONT NEED MONEY! YO YO YO YO YO WHAT TIME IS IT? SHOWTIIIME! LOOK AROUND LOOK AROUND AT HOW LUCKY WE ARE TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW! HISTORY IS HAPPENIN IN MANHATTAN AND WE JUST HAPPEN TO BE IN THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD! IN THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WOOoOoOoOoOoRLDDD! I IMAGINE DEATH SO MUCH IT FEELS MORE LIKE A MEMORY! THIS WHERE IT GETS ME! WAIT FOR IT! I AM THE ONE THING IN LIFE I CAN CONTROOOL! I AM INIMITABLE! I AM AN ORIGINAALLL! LET'S HAVE ANOTHER ROUND TONIIIGHT! 🥂 RAISE A GLASS TO THE FOUR OF US! TOMORROW THERE'LL BE MORE OF US! ONETWOTHREEFOURFIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNIIINE! IT'S THE TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS! DADDY DADDY LOOK! MY NAME IS PHILIP! I AM A POET! I WROTE THIS POEM JUST TO SHOW IT! WE ARE OUTGUNNED! OUTMANNED! OUTNUMBERED! OUTPLANNED! WE GOTTA MAKE AN ALL-OUT STAND! YO IM GONNA NEED A RIGHT HAND MAN! CHECK IT - CAN I BE REAL A SECOND? FOR JUST A MILLISECOND? LET MY GUARD DOWN AND TELL THE PEOPLE HOW I FEEL A SECOND? IMMIGRANTS - WE GET THE JOB DONE! 🙏🏽 HERCULES MULLIGAAAN! I NEED NO INTRODUCTION! WHEN YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I GET THE FUCK BACK UP AGAIN! WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? SOON THAT ATTITUDE MAY BE YOUR DOOM! WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? AND WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE! I WILL KILL YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY... TO REMIND YOU OF MY LOVE! 💝 DA DADA DAA DAA DA DADA DA DAA YADA! OOOOO! I DO I DO! I DOOOOO! HEY-EY! OOOOO! I DO I DO! I DOOOOO! BOY YOU GOT ME HELPLESSSS! LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND THE SKY'S THE LIMIT I'M HELPLESSSS! DOWN FOR THE COUNT AND IM DROWNIN IN EM! I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT I JUST MIGHT REGRET THAT NIGHT FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS! DEATH DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE! BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS! IT TAKES AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES! BUT WE KEEP LIVIN ANYWAY! RIIISE UP! WHEN YOU'RE LIVIN ON YOUR KNEES YOU RIIISE UP! ☝🏼☝🏼 SO WHAT'D I MISS? WHAT'D I MISS? VIRGINIA MY HOME SWEET HOME I WANNA GIVE YOU A KISS! 😘 if i could spare his life. if i could trade his life for mine. 🤧 he'd be standing here right now and you would smile and that would be enough! ...they are trying to do the unimaaaginable! 😭 ...it's quiet uptown.. 😭 FORGIVENESS! I HEARD YOU'VE GOT A SPECIAL SOMEONE ON THE SIIIDE, BURR! WHAT ARE YOU TRYIN TO HIIIDE, BURR?! ALEXANDER HAMILTON! MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON! I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT! HEY YO IM JUST LIKE MY COUNTRY! IM YOUNG SCRAPPY AND HUNGRY! I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT! 😏 HEY 😏 HEY 😏 HEY! DADDY SAID TO BE HOME BY SUNDOWN! DADDY DOESNT NEED TO KNOOW! DADDY SAID NOT TO GO DOWNTOWN! LIKE I SAID YOU'RE FREE TO GOOO! MR LAFAYETTE HARD ROCK LIKE LANCELOT! I THINK YOUR PANTS LOOK HOT! LAURENS I LIKE YOU A LOT! NEVER GON' BE PRESIDENT NOW! NEVER GON' BE PRESIDENT NOW! "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IM SUPER DEAD!" HERE COMES THE GENERAAAL! ALriGHt aLRiGhT tHaT's WhAt I'M tALkiN aBoUt!!!! 😆

local telepaths: what the fuck.....

[killingmoon]

parts of songs that are really scratching my adhd itch right now:

- JUMP JUMP! JUMP THE TIGER! (holy diver by dio)

- BUM BUM. BUM BUM. SAY IT AIN’T SOOOOOoooOOOOoo (say it ain’t so by weezer)

- WE WERE IN THE STUDIO I WAS JUST PLAYING YOU WERE ALL WORK AND I WAS ALL PLAY AND YOU WERE TALKIN BUSINESS AIMING WITH YOUR WEAPON I WAS ON YOUR HIT LIST I FELT THE COMPRESSION (hand crushed by mallet by 100 gecs)

- JEEEEEEEE EEE EEE EEE SUS CHR I I I I I ST (man in the box by alice in chains)

- toooo the queeeen he was no wheeler dealer though she’d heard the things he’d done sheeeee belieeeeved he was a holy healer who would heal her son (rasputin by boney m)

- IF I SEE YOU IN THE STREET BITCH YOUR ASS IS D O N E I DON’T NEED YOUR OPIN. ION. DO WHAT I FUCKIN WHAT (smack a bitch by rico nasty)

- AND IIIIIII’LL LIVE INSIIIIDE YOU FOREEEEVER NO!! WITH SATAN HIMSELF BY MYYYY SIIIDE NOOOOOOO!!!!! (confrontation from the jekyll & hyde musical)

[finallyhauntings]

Current mood:

EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING AND EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY CAN'T YOU FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST I WANT THIS TO LAST NEED YOU BY MY SIIIDE!!

[fanforthefics]

A Step Too Far

Geno pranks Sid. It...doesn’t go as planned. 

For the @sidgeno-fluff-fest prompt: comfort items. Not quite comfort, but it sort of centers around an item, at least? Comes in at about 8k. 

tw: bullying (sort of, depending on your POV)

Sid’s still talking.

He’s telling the story of some WWII pilot or something—he’s talking too fast for Geno to catch all of it—and he has been for the past ten minutes. It’s gotten bad enough that everyone other than Jake has started glazing over or has escaped to the bar, and Jake’s only still listening because he still has that hero worship thing going on.

Geno wasn’t paying attention that the beginning, to be honest—he was usually pretty good at figuring out when Sid actually cared if he paid attention or when he just wanted someone to nod as he talked at him—but it’s getting ridiculous. Sid is so intense even about this, talking a mile a minute with his whole face lit up even in the dim light of the bar, his fingers running over his chain like he can’t keep still. It’s at least distracting, watching that—Sid’s fingers and the chain, how the gold slips over his blunt, strong fingers.

Geno blinks. Sid’s still talking. He thinks there are submarines involved now? He’s not sure. Sid’s talking and he’s apparently noticed no one but Jake is really paying attention, because he’s reoriented himself from the table at large to mainly Jake.

“Yes, we get,” Geno breaks in, as Sid takes a breath. He’s taking one for the team, he decides, and that’s backed up by the thankful looks Flower and Tanger give him. “You big nerd, nothing new.” Sid’s head jerks to Geno. Geno smiles at him, all teeth. “Let talk about interesting things now.”

Sid grins, and laughs back. He’s always been able to laugh at himself; it’s one of the things Geno finds most endearing about him. Without that, he’s sometimes thought—usually when Sid was at his most stubborn and irritating—he’d be insufferable. With it, well. It made it easy to tease him. “I’m sorry I like to educate myself,” Sid retorts. He rubs the chain between his thumb and forefinger.

“Educate yourself, fine. Educate all of us…Maybe should quit hockey, be teacher?” Sid makes a face. “Then kids have to listen.”

“You’re free to leave,” Sid retorts.

Geno gestures to wear he’s pinned in by Sid on one side and the wall on the other. “Sorry, ass too big. Got me captured.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sid snaps, but he’s chuckling as he rolls his eyes. “You want out?”

Geno makes an exaggerated frown. “No use. Trapped here forever.”

“Maybe we can use that on the ice,” Tanger inserts. Geno glances across the table to wear Flower and Tanger are sitting, watching Sid with judgmental eyes. And maybe Geno too, but Geno knows them. Neither of them will miss an opportunity to give Sid shit either. “Trap Giroux in a corner with your ass.”

“Giroux? Think too small, Tanger.” Geno eyes Sid, who’s turning a little red but he’s smiling too, taking it in good sport. “Weber at least. Chara, maybe.”

“Sid wishes he could trap Weber with his ass,” Flower throws in, and Sid goes a bit redder. His fingers have slowed on the chain, now; they’re resting close to his chest, where his shirt is gaping open just a little.

“You guys can all fuck off,” Sid tells them. He’s always the least creative with his chirps. Then his lips curl into a smirk. “Anyway, Shea wishes I would trap him with my ass.”

“Ooh!” Tanger cheers, and Flower toasts Sid with his beer. Jake’s just watching them all with wide eyes, because it always takes a while for rookies to understand that Sid’s actually the dorkiest person ever and isn’t whatever hero they’ve been hearing about since they were born.

Sid’s still smirking. Geno wonders—he knows he and Weber are friends, they were roommates at the Olympics, they still hang out whenever they play each other. Sid…

“Is okay,” Geno says, patting Sid on the head in the way he knows Sid hates because it makes him feel short. Sure enough, Sid glares up at him. “Good to have dreams. Even if Weber, dream little small.”

“Oh?” Sid’s still glaring, but he’s got that tilt to his head that says he’s enjoying it too. His hands are on the chain again, idly stroking it. It’s almost a little obscene. “Isn’t Shea bigger than you?”

“No,” Geno mutters. “I’m definitely taller.”

“We can check,” Tanger suggests, going for his phone. That’s really not necessary, Geno thinks; he’s pretty sure he’s taller than Weber. Or maybe Weber just lied more on his stats.

“No, don’t think so.”

“Yeah, let’s,” Flower agrees, because all French Canadians are equal opportunity shit-stirrers. Geno glares, and Flower gives him his most innocent look. “What? I want to know for next year’s fantasy team.”

“You think you pick me, you crazier than I’m think.”

“Hey, did you see the Habs game last night?” Tanger puts in, still looking at his phone. “Looks like Shea did well.”

“Yeah—it was great,” Sid agrees, leaning in like he always does when hockey comes up. It’s like everything in him just gets a little bit more when hockey is mentioned. It’s another one of those things that should be insufferable but isn’t. “Their penalty kill…”

Geno lets Sid start talking again, even if this time it’s on something that they’re all actually interested in. Apparently all the Habs had a good night; Geno is despite himself drawn into the discussion of the Habs’ prospects, because he likes a good hockey talk as much as the next guy on the team, as long as the next guy isn’t Sid.

He goes to take a sip of his drink, and finds to his surprise it’s empty. That won’t do. They don’t even have practice tomorrow; he needs more. “Sid.” He pushes at Sid’s shoulder. “More beer.”

“Get it yourself,” Sid retorts. “No,” he tells Jake, who had been asking about the points overlay. “It’s—”

“Siiid,” Geno interrupts. “Beer.”

Sid turns his whole body to look at Geno, his eyes drawing together a little. Geno stares back. They both know who’s going to win this, because they’ve been doing this since neither of them could technically get each other beers.  

“Fine.” Sid huffs out a breath, but he gets to his feet. He turns to the rest of the table. “Anyone else?”

“So nice of you to ask,” Flower says with a mischievous smile, and Sid rolls his eyes and pretends to listen to whatever ridiculous drink Flower is going to try to make him order.

“You’re all dicks,” Sid announces, and turns to go to the bar. He greets a few of their other teammates on the way, slapping some shoulders and stopping to talk to some others, making his captain rounds. It’s always amazing, Geno thinks, watching him go, that people think he’s a loner; Geno’s never seen anyone who makes friends as thoroughly as Sid, at least on any team he’s ever been on.

He draws his attention back to the table. Tanger’s taken over Sid’s explanation, and apparently for him it requires props, including but not limited to Geno’s empty beer mug, Flower’s hand, and the menu on the table.

It’s amusing to watch and heckle, enough that Geno doesn’t notice that he remains drinkless until it’s over.

Then he does, and he’s not amused. “What take Sid so long?” he asks. Sid’s usually pretty efficient about completing tasks, even if he can be too polite to edge himself up to bars.

Flower looks around, then he laughs. “I think he started to dream bigger,” he chuckles, and waves at a corner of the bar.

Sid’s leaning against the bar, so from the table they can see his face, but he’s not looking at them. He’s looking at the guy next to him at the bar, whose face Geno can’t see but he can see he’s tall and broad and has thick dark hair, and he’s closer to Sid than is normally acceptable. And Geno wouldn’t even need to see that; he can see how Sid’s oriented himself, how he’s looking up at the guy with that look of his that’s half coy and half a challenge and all trademarked Sidney Crosby intensity, how Sid’s playing with his necklace again but this time it’s less like he can’t sit still and more like he wants to draw attention to the chest showing at his collar, to the deftness of his fingers.

“Well damn,” Tanger lets out a low whistle. “Well done, Sid.”

Geno’s beer is sitting next to Sid’s elbow, forgotten. The guy is leaning in, using the inches he has on Sid to loom just enough that Sid’s flushing. Geno knows that lean. This guy’s not that good at it.

Sid’s chain is wrapped around his finger, and then he lets it fall.

“I’m have plan,” he decides, not looking at Sid anymore. “For prank, on Sid.”

“Okay.” Flower perks up.

“No, I don’t—I’m leaving!” Jake shoves back his chair. “Don’t make me part of this.”

Geno considers dragging him into it, because he needs to learn how to do pranks if he’s going to survive in this locker room, but the kid’s clearly a little tipsy and Geno doesn’t really trust him to keep a secret from Sid anyway. “Fine, go,” he allows, waving Jake away. Jake doesn’t wait for Geno to change his mind.

“Anyway,” Geno goes on. “I prank Sid.”

“Okay.” Tanger nods, and gestures for Geno to go on. “Just, don’t fuck with his game.”

“Of course not!” Geno’s not an idiot. “Not anything with routines. I’m think, take necklace.”

Flower’s eyebrows go all the way up, and he glances at Tanger. It’s not the reaction Geno was expecting. He’d thought it was a great idea. Watching Sid run around like a chicken with his head cut off was always funny. Messing with Sid was always funny, because he took it in good sport and recognized that it united the room and raised everyone’s morale when they got one over on the captain.

But, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Flower asks slowly.

“Yes! Will be funny.”

“He really likes his necklace,” Tanger points out. Geno’s noticed. Sid looks like he likes his necklace a lot like now, still doing that idle stroking thing as he talks to the guy.

“Yes, is why it is funny,” Geno explains slowly, in case something’s getting lost in translation. “I take, he look everywhere, I give back.”

They exchange that look again. They’re going to start talking in French soon, Geno can tell.

“You could figure out another prank,” Flower suggests. “I’ve got one I’ve been thinking of, with shaving cream—”

“No, my prank good,” Geno decides. The guy’s even closer now. Sid would just have to turn his hand to touch his chest. Geno’s beer is probably getting warm by now. “Is what he deserve, for forget our drinks.”

Tanger says something to Flower in French. Geno knew it.

“I’m get my own drink,” Geno tells them, and slides out of the booth. If Sid forgot about him, he can get it himself.

He’s at the bar when suddenly Sid is at his side, and Geno nearly jumps. He’d been very pointedly not looking at where Sid was flirting.

“Hey!” Sid grins, and he’s clearly amped from his flirting, flushed and enthusiastic with the attention. “What are you doing?”

Geno raises his eyebrows. “Think you forget about us. Need beer somehow.” Tall guy is still standing where Sid left them, and he’s very obviously watching Sid. Now that Geno can see his face, Geno can admit that he is hot. It’s not like he expected anything else. Sid occasionally does have taste in men, even if not in footwear.

“I was going to come back,” Sid tells him, but then he’s sliding the beer into Geno’s hand, and Flower’s drink at him on the bar. “Here, see?”

“Take you long enough,” Geno mutters, but he glances over Sid’s shoulder at the guy, not trying to be subtle. Sid grins, almost a smirk.

“Yeah, well. Got distracted.”

“Choose boy over teammates?” Geno tsks. “Bros before hos, Sidney. Know that.”

Sid chokes at that. Geno’s always been thankful for Talbo for making sure he learned the right English first. “That’s why I was coming back,” he repeats, and shoves at Geno’s shoulder. He means it, Geno can see. He’s going to come back with Geno, because Sid takes team bonding seriously. Maybe he doesn’t deserve Geno pranking him. It’s not like Geno hasn’t ditched teammates to flirt a little.

“Anyway,” Sid goes on, and he’s smirking again. “I got his number, so.”

No, Sid definitely deserves it. “Of course you get,” Geno tells Sid. “Now come, have to beat Horny in pool.”

“Geno!” Sid complains, but he lets Geno drag him away from the bar. “You know I suck at pool.”

“No, know you aren’t best at pool,” Geno corrects. “Not same thing.”

“Isn’t it?” Sid asks, grinning and Geno grins back. No one’s ever understood him quite like Sid.

///

In the end, it’s not a hard prank to pull off. Sid takes the chain off to shower, so Geno takes a quick shower after practice, gets back to the locker room well before Sidney, and swipes it from his stall. It’s still warm, as Geno puts it carefully in his stall, so he can keep an eye on it while he gets dressed.

Sidney comes in from the showers a few minutes later. Geno’s gotten his pants on, but he’s delaying finishing by chatting with Horny. Horny doesn’t know what’s happening, but he’s on a run about his daughter so Geno can zone out a little, watch over his shoulder as Sid comes in from the shower. He’s laughing with Tanger, his chest flushed from the shower and his smile on from a good practice to lead into the game tomorrow. Tanger says something, then whips a towel at him; Sid snorts and bats the towel away before he goes to his stall.

Geno puts his hand in his pocket, where the necklace is coiled. It feels smooth and warm against his fingers—maybe like it feels for Sid; lighter than his own but still solid.

Sid reaches, like he always does, for the chain—then stops. His eyes narrow. The smile drops from his face, as he looks around the rest of the stall. It makes a little noise; Tanger and Flower look at him, then at Geno with matched skeptical expressions. Geno keeps his face innocent.

“Okay,” Sid suddenly says, loud enough that it cuts through the chatter of the locker room. He’s turned from his stall, and is giving the room his most intimidating captain look. “Does anyone know where my necklace is?”

It gets a number of confused looks. Connor actually looks at his hands, like it might have materialized there.

“Maybe you lose?” Geno suggests, still innocent. Sid’s glare turns to him, but then it skates back to his stall.

“No, I put it right here, like I always do.” Sid gestures at his stall, a choppier movement than he usually uses. “I didn’t lose it.”

“You double check?” Geno suggests.

“Yes, of course I did.” Sid turns back to the stall to triple check, the tension tight in his base shoulders and back. “It’s not there!”

“Sure?” Geno asks again. He’s trying to sound helpful, but he’s much better at bullshitting in Russian.

“I’m—” Sid pauses, then turns to look at Geno. All his muscles are still taut, and his eyes are narrowed into his faceoff stare. “Geno.”

“What?” Geno asks, his most innocent face on. Everyone else seems to be catching on; there are some low murmurs and a few giggles.

“Geno,” Sid repeats evenly. “Give me my necklace.”

“I’m not have!” Geno insists.

Sid’s chest expands with a breath. “Geno,” Sid says one more time, flat. He’s focused everything on Geno; staring at him like the rest of the locker room has dropped away.

Geno lets himself smirk, and he draws his hand out of his pocket, the chain dangling from his fingers as he raises it to chest height. “Oh, you mean this necklace?”

There are a few more snorts, more giggles. Geno waits. This is where Sid rolls his eyes and calls him a fucker and punches him and threatens to get him back, where Sid laughs at how worked up he’d gotten about it, where he makes some joke thanking Geno for keeping it warm for Sid. Where maybe Sid grabs the nearest object to throw at him, and Geno will throw it back and laugh and maybe buy Sid a beer to make up for it so Sid’ll have to spend the next time they’re out at their table, playing with his chain as he rambles on to Geno.

Geno waits, the necklace hanging in front of him. Except—Sid’s staring at the chain, and he’s not smiling, not laughing.

His gaze darts to the side, then to Geno, then back to the chain, and then his chin goes up and he’s got his media face on, his Sidney-Crosby-after-a-bad-game ™ face on. “Thanks,” he says, short and humorless, snatches the necklace from Geno, and turns on his heel to stalk back to his stall.

The room’s silent. The low murmur of amusement is gone, and instead everyone’s either looking or very obviously not looking at Geno, at Sid’s set back as he gets quickly, efficiently changed, packs up his bag, and leaves. Tanger gives Geno a glare to echo Sid’s, then hurries after him.

Geno stares after Sid. Apparently Sid wasn’t in the right mood. Maybe he’ll need to buy him two beers.

He rubs his fingers together, remembering the feel of Sid’s chain between them.

///

Geno doesn’t hear from Sid the rest of the day. That’s not unusual—sometimes they text, sure, but they both do other things too. Geno thinks, vaguely, of texting first—just something so Sid knows that Geno didn’t mean anything by it—but Sid’s never needed that before. He knows that Geno only teases Sid so much because—well, he just always does. Because he likes Sid’s smile when he does, and his goofy laugh. Because Sid has a tendency to take himself too seriously if no one stops him. Because it’s what Geno does. So he doesn’t text first.

The next morning, he gets to morning skate on time for him, which is five minutes late for everyone else. He’s got it down to a science at this point, just how early he needs to get to practice to get on the ice on time. It’s not his fault that he can do it in less time than everyone else.

Everyone’s already there when he gets in, so the locker room is full of the normal bitching about mornings and good-natured challenges. Sid’s already there too, halfway to changed and pulling on his under armor shirt as he chats with Kuni.

Geno drops his bag loudly in his stall, and waits for the shit to start. Sid almost always likes to give him shit about getting in late, because he thinks that just because he drives like a grandpa everyone else does. Geno’s turning to him, ready with his normal retorts on his tongue—but Sid hasn’t looked at him. Sid’s still talking to Kuni, and Tanger’s joined them.

It’s not in itself odd. Sid doesn’t always give him shit for it. But Geno knows Sid too, and he knows the set of his shoulders and the tilt of his head, and he’s not just talking to someone else, he’s not looking at Geno.  

“Sid!” Geno says, loud enough that there’s no way he can pretend he didn’t hear. “Make me get up early, not bring coffee?”

Sid straightens, turns. His media face is back on, a smile like he gives to reporters, and nothing like the squinty eyed smile he gives to friends—to Geno. The chain hangs around his neck, barely visible under his shirt. “I couldn’t carry it for everyone, sorry,” he says coolly, and then turns back. Flower says something in French; Tanger laughs and Sid rolls his eyes and giggles like he usually does when anyone teases him.

Okay, so Sid’s mad. Geno’s not an idiot, he can tell that. Sid just needs to work it out. They always come together on the ice, and it’ll be fine.

Except it’s not. Sid spends all practice being perfectly himself with everyone else, chirping everyone and talking too much and being the good captain, and with Geno’s he’s—well, he’s treating Geno like anyone else. He tells Geno when he did well and when he thinks he can improve, he slaps Geno on the shoulder after a particularly nice shot on Flower, their passes connect like they always do.

But he doesn’t smile at Geno like normal, like Geno’s hockey is the best thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t laugh or joke with Geno at all. He just—plays hockey with him. He’s never just played hockey with Geno, not even when they were kids and Geno didn’t speak any English.

Back in the locker room, Geno thinks about going over—about saying something. Apologizing, maybe? He’s still not sure what he did wrong, why Sid’s doing this. Sid doesn’t even get mad, not really. He gets hockey mad, sure, but unless you’re a Flyer, it doesn’t go more than a few hours off the ice—and he even got over that with Giroux. They’re friends now, Geno knows. Sometimes they text. Geno’s teased him about that too, about how Sidney has some sort of magic Canadian pheromone that makes all hockey players like him if he spends some time in a room with them.

But other than that, off the ice—Sid’s an even-tempered guy. He gets pissed like anyone else, and sometimes it’s easy to set him off if you mess with his routines, but Geno hasn’t, and anyway, this isn’t Sid’s pissy lectures that last for ten minutes then end. This is something else, something colder and harsher.

Geno gets out of his pads, and makes a move to go over to Sid. To do something, so Sid will stop just talking to everyone else and will start talking to him again. But then Sid turns to survey the room, and his eyes slow as they get to Geno—and then keep going, without even a smile.

Geno makes a face, and turns to Horny to start talking about their line. He doesn’t need Sid either. Horny doesn’t even call him on it, just lets him talk about plays until they’re interrupted by Sid, who’s leaving and does his usual captain not-quite-a-speech telling everyone to rest up and eat a good dinner.

“Like spaghetti?” Geno calls, partly before he can stop himself but also because Sid has to look at him then. And he does, his eyes settling on Geno, and Geno smirks back. Maybe—Sid will laugh and say at least he can cook spaghetti, which is a lie because Geno actually can cook but he likes pretending he can’t so Sid will come cook for him, and they both know it.

Except Sid just nods. “Whatever you want,” he says with a shrug. “See you all.”

He leaves. Geno takes a deep breath, and Horny lets out a low whistle. “Someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” he observes.

“I sleep in bed, not know what you’re talk about,” Geno retorts, because pretending he doesn’t get an idiom is always a good way to handle a situation where he doesn’t have a response.

///

He goes home, takes his nap, and gets into his game mode. That’s the same no matter what, and the routine is a comfort. Sid might be mad at him, but Geno still sleeps and eats and gets in his car, and the locker room doesn’t feel any different when he gets there from how it normally does. Sid’s set and as intent as he usually is, the beating center of the team as he moves around the room, talking to the guys who like to talk.

Geno usually doesn’t like to talk—he needs to get into the right headspace, and that means not shooting the shit with everyone else. So he’s not surprised when Sid doesn’t say anything to him, just passes him by. It still feels icier.

Sully comes in to say his piece, then they line up. Geno waits, and then it’s just him and Sid, and Sid looks up and their eyes meet for what feels like the first time in twenty-four hours.

For a second, a horrible, interminable second, Geno thinks Sid’s not going to do it. That Sid’s going to leave him hanging like this. That they’ve broken, utterly and completely.

But it’s Sid, and of course he’s not going to do anything to break his routine. Sid reaches out, and Geno’s hand pressed against his chest, then their heads knock together. It’s only for an instant, probably even less time than usual, but it’s contact. It’s still theirs.

And then Sid’s down the tunnel, and Geno after him, and Geno tries to stop thinking about what Sid’s shoulders are telling him. They’ve got a game to play.

///

They win in OT, on Geno’s goal, and Geno’s hit by four other bodies after it goes in. He doesn’t need to look to know who is who; he knows the one at his side is Sid, hugging him hard in celebration. It’s the icing on a game-winner cake, and Geno goes into the locker room smiling.

He comes out—not frowning, but dimmed. Sid hadn’t thawed. Whatever moment there was on the ice—Sid’s grin and the way he’d looked at Geno like he was the best thing there was—was apparently a one time thing, because when he’d tried to tease Sid about the scuffle he got into in the second, Sid had just brushed it away. It’s getting to the point where other guys on the team are starting to look uncomfortable.

They all end up going out, because they won at home and the rookies are into the idea. Geno gets there late, so people are already settled—the young guys are dancing, and so are some of the older ones but most of them are at a table, arguing loudly in different sets because hockey players are incapable of being quiet in groups.

Sid’s at the table, laughing loudly at something Dales had said. His face is scrunched up into his real smile, and he’s wearing one of his black shirts that always manage to look too small around the shoulders, and his hand’s twisted in his necklace again.

Geno orders two beers, and goes over to the table.

Sid’s not quite in the center, so despite the odd looks it’s easy enough to bully his way into the seat next to Sid, ignoring the wary looks assorted French Canadians are giving him. “Here,” he says, shoving the beer at Sid. “For you.”

Sid looks at it, then at Geno. The edges of his laugh are still in his eyes. “Thank you,” he says automatically. Then, less Canadian-polite reflexes, “I already have a drink, though.”

“I know. Get you another one.” Does Sid not understand peace offerings? When Sid still hesitates, Geno glares. “Sid, take.”

Sid’s eyes dart from Geno around the table, at the people watching them, and then he smiles, that perfect too bright media smile. “Okay, thanks.” He slides it towards himself, and takes another drink of what he already has.

Geno sighs, and starts up a conversation with Kuni across the table from him, because it’s better than thinking about how Sid’s inched his chair over so he’s farther from Geno.

He actually gets pretty wrapped up in that conversation, so he doesn’t really notice when things shift on the other side of the table, until he needs Sid to tell Kuni, Flower, and Tanger that he’s right and he turns to him—but he’s not there. Two empty glasses are, including the one Geno got him, which is something at least, but Sid’s not. Sid, Geno sees quickly, is across the bar, playing pool with Schultzy.

The last time they’d gone out, Geno and Sid had played pool together, and they’d lost but Geno had spent the whole time chirping everyone else as Sid leaned against him and tucked his giggles into Geno’s shoulder, and they’d done a parody of a celly when Geno had gotten a particularly good shot, and Geno was sure Sid hadn’t thought about the guy at the bar’s number at all because they’d been having fun.

Now, Sid is leaning over, that terrifyingly intense look on his face he gets when he’s going to win or god help the world, and Geno’s all the way over here.

He turns away from Sid, only to be met with three looks of varying forms of patience and amusement. He debates bullshitting, but these are actually the guys he probably needs to talk to. “Why Sid so mad at me?”

Tanger snorts. “Because you were a dick?”

“I’m always dick,” Geno points out, which gets a snort from Flower and a nod from Kuni. “Usually, Sid like. Think is funny.”

“He didn’t this time,” Flower informs him. Geno rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I’m notice. Why?”

“You should be asking him that,” Kuni puts in. He always makes what he’s suggesting sound so reasonable, Geno actually considers it for a moment before waving it away.

“Would have to get him to talk, first.” Across the bar, Sid’s shoving at Hags, his face set in that expression where he lost and he’s trying to go against all of his nature and be a good sport about it.  “Why won’t he talk to me?”

“You were mean,” Flower says, condescendingly patient in that way Geno hates. “He’s allowed to be hurt.”

“I’m not mean!”

“Seems like it.”

“I’m just tease! Is what we do!”

“Does he know that?” Kuni puts in, and Geno glares, outraged.

“Of course!” Of course Sid knows it’s just teasing. Of course Sid knows that Geno would do anything for him. Sometimes it feels like half the words out of Geno’s mouth are talking about how amazing Sid is, and he stands by every one of them. Geno would move mountains for Sid. Geno would—he would do a lot of stupid things for Sid. Even more than the rest of the team would, he thinks, and that’s a lot. None of Geno’s teasing counteracts that. “Of course,” Geno repeats, less sure. Sid has to know.

Tanger says something to Flower in French, and Flower replies in the same language. Geno glares. He knows that move. He’s done that move. That means they’re talking about him. “What?”

Another quick French exchange, then Flower smiles, all teeth. “Just saying, your pigtail pulling was a lot cuter when you were twenty.”

Geno decides not to humor that with a response. He just shoves away from the table. He needs another drink. He needs not to think about Sid and the wall that’s come down and stupid meddling Quebecois.

Across the room, Sid’s leaning over the pool table again. At this angle, his chain’s fallen out of his shirt, and Geno can see the 87, the glitter of the gold like a magnet drawing Geno’s eyes to the strong lines of his neck.

Geno definitely needs more beer. If he doesn’t, he’s going to go over to the pool table and do something stupid like yell, so. More beer.

///

Geno goes home disappointingly sober, though probably that’s good given they have another early practice then a game the next day, and then a roadie. But in that moment, it’s disappointing, because it means Geno can’t stop thinking. Sid has to know. Sid usually likes Geno’s teasing, and how he pushes Sid around a little bit and doesn’t let him get away with anything. It’s been a basic part of their friendship for almost ten years. Taking his necklace wasn’t anything different.

Except Sid had spent the whole evening away from Geno, circling between groups of teammates in a way that wasn’t abnormal except for how whatever group he was with was never the one Geno was with. Usually at bars, Sid’s the base that Geno always comes back to, going out to dance or flirt or drink and then coming back to try to coax Sid into one of those activities or just to talk with Sid, because that was always the best part of any night out—Sid with his cheeks a little flushed with alcohol and laughter giggling at something Geno had said.

Geno had missed that. And if Sid somehow fooled himself into not realizing Geno thought that, he’ll have to convince him of it again.

The next morning, he gets up inhumanly early so he can go half the city out of his way before practice. He actually gets to practice early, which earns him plenty of mock-gasps and a mimed heart attack, but he flips them all off and carefully sets down his acquisition in Sid’s stall, where he’ll find it first thing.

When he satisfies himself with the arrangement, half the locker room is gaping at him. He glares, his best Russian bear impression, and most of them stop.

Flower’s waiting near his stall, and he’s got his shit-talking smile on.

“Don’t start,” Geno warns, and Flower smirks and holds up his hands like he was never going to say anything at all.

Sid comes in a few minutes later. Geno watches him out of the corner of his eye, and he’s definitely not the only one, because no one’s tried to get Sid’s attention yet like they often do.

Sid sets down his back, straightens—and pauses, as he sees the box from his favorite bakery sitting on the shelf. “What?” he asks, leaning forward so he can open it. His eyes go big, then he twists to look at the locker room. The expression on his face is wavering between happiness and wariness. “My birthday’s not til August, guys.”

“Maybe you have a secret admirer!” Connor suggests, his face very carefully innocent. Geno shoots him a look that he hopes communicates just how much he’s going to fine him next time he has half an excuse.

“Maybe someone’s trying to fatten you up,” Tanger adds, pinching at Sid’s side. Sid bats him away.

“Maybe we stop asking about Sid’s present, and go play hockey?” Geno says, louder than he means to. Sid’s gaze flicks to him, holds. Geno wants to squirm. Wants to memorize how it feels, because Sid hasn’t looked at him in what feels like years.

“Oh,” Sid says, his fingers tangling in his chain and his teeth digging into his lower lip. He’s not smiling, but he doesn’t look upset, either. Confused, if anything.

Geno decides to count it as a win, and goes to play some hockey.

///

They lose that night, which is a shitty way to go into a roadie and just compounds the fact that Geno’s offering didn’t immediately clear everything up and Sid didn’t immediately start treating him normally again.

Fine then. Sid’s not a subtle guy; Geno can be more direct, even if it hurts. It’ll be worth it, if Sid’ll smile at him again, and not spend all his time holed up with Flower and Tanger speaking in French so Geno couldn’t understand it even if he wanted to. Sid doesn’t even like French. Tanger and Flower always spend most of their time teasing him about how bad his French is. They’re apparently allowed to do that.

They’re in New York the next day, and the team apparently took the loss yesterday as a fire under them, because they’re playing like a team possessed, Sid most of all. He’s on the sort of tear he gets when someone threw him a challenge, and Geno loves when Sid’s like this, when Sid’s pushing them all forward, pushing Geno to match him, be better. It feels like magic when they’re on the ice together, like it has since they were twenty, and when Sid breaks the tie in the last thirty seconds of regulation off of Geno’s assist with one of those insane shots that make Sid who he is, Geno’s the first one who hits him, grabbing him and spinning him around with his momentum.

“Sid!” he yells, and Sid’s alight with victory and he’s grinning at Geno like nothing else could ever matter.

Then the rest of the guys on the ice are hitting them, and Sid’s accepting the pats from them and Geno lets them in.

He catches Jen’s eye, as they file down the tunnel. She gives him the special exasperated look she saves just for him, but she hangs back to talk. “What?” she asks, sounding harried. “We made a deal, you do—”

“I talk to media today,” he announces, cutting her off. He almost wishes he had a camera to catch her expression.

“Seriously?” then she shakes her head. “Never mind, not looking a gift horse, etc. Okay, you’re on.” She pauses, then raises her eyebrows. “Are you going to do something I should know about?”

Geno thinks about it, but he’s not going to do anything unusual. That’s the whole point. “No,” he tells her. Then, because it was an odd question—he and Jen trust each other generally, and he knows that she never puts his slips down to anything other than language—“Why?”

Her lips press together. “Well, if you were going to make a grand gesture, I’d want to be prepared.”

“Grand gesture?”

She pats his arm, all perfectly poised condescension. “Try flowers,” she suggests. “That’s what my husband does, when he messes up.”

“I’m not—” There were so many things wrong with that sentence, not least of which that Jen knew that something had happened. He hated all his gossipy teammates.

“Okay.” She clearly didn’t mean it, but she let him off the hook. “Be ready for questions.”

“I’m always ready!” he retorts, and she laughs and lets him go.

He gets a lot of confusion when he settles in to let the reporters talk without complaining, both from the team and from the reporters themselves, who basically all know him by now. He catches Sid giving him a sidelong look, that same wary confusion, though, so his plan is working.

He answers all the bullshit questions, the shit they always ask like he’ll say something different, waiting. They always ask him the question when Sid’s had a hot night, he knows it’ll come.

Finally, “So that last goal of Crosby’s was pretty impressive—how do you think it compares to McDavid’s gamewinner that everyone was talking about last week?”

Geno sits up straighter, and glances over to where Sid’s answering questions. They seem to be dying down; he raises his voice as he answers, so hopefully Sid’ll hear him. “I think—Sid best.” Geno shrugs. The reporters are crowding in, because Geno is giving them some great quotes, but it means he can’t see Sid, if Sid heard. “I’m say for years, is still true. New guys, they good, but is no one like Sid. On ice, off ice. Best captain. Best guy. Best player. After me,” he adds, to get the laughs. “But is no comparing. Not to me.”

“Geno—” the reporters start, but they’ve shifted and Geno can see Sid. Can see Sid watching him, his eyes big, before he blinks and goes back to his own media.

Geno gets done first, so he heads to the showers before Jen yells at him for something. Before Sid gets done, maybe, and asks him about it. Before it might not have been enough.

“So,” Tanger says, because he must have been waiting to ambush Geno when he was naked and at his most vulnerable. “That was quite a speech.”

“Not a speech.”

Tanger waves his hand, dismissive. “A gesture, then.” He’s smiling, but his gaze is sharp. “They’re going to get a lot of mileage out of that.”

Geno shrugs again. “Is—if Sid…is worth it.” It’s not like he was lying. Not like it’s anything he hasn’t said before. Everyone knows his position on this.

Tanger’s smile softens, and he claps Geno on the shoulder. “Bon chance, mon ami.”

Geno doesn’t think he needs luck, but he’s not going to say no to it, either, especially not from someone who might be able to push Sid one way or the other.

“Spasibo,” he mutters, and dunks his head under the spray so Tanger can’t talk to him anymore.

///

There’s noise about finding a bar in New York after, but Geno’s tired and he doesn’t feel like getting teased about his sound bite for the whole night, so he begs off. He can’t tell what Sid’s going to do—he’s talking with Flower up by the front of the bus, and Geno’s too far back to figure out what he said. If even after that speech, Sid’s still going to go out—maybe find a guy, in this city where he’s mostly anonymous; maybe even just stand at the bar and flirt with someone, his eyes dark and his fingers teasing at his necklace like a taunt of what else they could do—Geno can’t see it.

He gets back to his room and strips out of his suit, pulls on sweats instead and his laptop, so he can maybe fine something to watch. He’s debating how much distraction he needs when there’s a knock on the door—one of the kids, hoping he’ll go out with them, he bets, and so he’s already saying, “I’m say, I not go—” when he opens the door.

Then he stops. “Hey,” says Sid. He’s changed too, into one of his five million sweats and Pens t-shirt combination, and he’s still a little mussed from the shower, and he’s fiddling nervously with his chain and Geno’s heart thumps painfully. “Can I come in?”

Geno steps back to let him in. Sid pushes past him, getting to the center of the room then turning in a circle, like he’s realizing there’s nowhere really to sit other than the bed. They’ve sat on each other’s beds in hundreds of hotel rooms, but something in Geno’s stomach twists at the thought of Sid on his bed, here and now.

Instead, Sid leans against the desk, half-perching, and crosses his arms over his chest. Geno doesn’t want to sit on the bed, then, and the desk chair is too close to Sid, so he just sort of hoves in the center of the room. What does he usually do with his hands when he talks to Sid? He’s somehow forgotten.

“Um. So…” Sid starts, and it’s so Sid that Geno starts to laugh.

“Sid,” he chuckles, and Sid’s grin flashes, quick and sweet.

“Sorry, this is weird!” he protests. “We’ve never had to do this before.”

He’s not wrong. It’s still so very Sid, and Sid had smiled at him, and it drags something out of Geno that he doesn’t do often. “I’m sorry,” he says. Sid’s eyes immediately go wide, and his eyebrows go up. “For—still not sure why what I did was worse than usual, but am sorry it made you mad.”

“Yeah.” Sid uncrosses his arms so he can run a hand through his hair. “It really—I mean, it was mainly me, and you couldn’t no, so maybe I overreacted, sorry.”

Geno rolls his eyes. His ridiculous Canadian captain. “Can’t apologize for what I’m apologize for, Sid.”

“Apparently I can,” Sid retorts, and Geno relaxes even more. “But, like. I know. I heard you, today. And with the cake. And—it really was—like, it probably wasn’t any worse than the shit we usually give each other.”

Geno sort of wants to drag in Flower and Tanger to make them hear that, so they know he was right. But also, “And?” he prompts. “You take worse, so—why?”

Sid bites at his lip again. “It’s, well. You know how it was for me, when I was a kid? With, well. The locker rooms weren’t always friendly.”

“I know.” Geno has heard the stories. Geno has wanted to go hunt down every kid who ever hurt Sid or made him afraid or said anything cruel and punch them, then shove their face into Sid’s trophy cabinet.

“Yeah, well. Sometimes, they would take shit from my stall—like, normally just little stuff, but it was sometimes my clothes—and they thought it was funny when I freaked out, so.” Sid shrugs, matter of fact. “It just, you doing that…It made me think of you like them.” Sid lifts his head, and his eyes are very very serious, and still just a little hurt. “I know you aren’t, but it still was—that you’d do something like them.”

Geno is going to kill all of those kids, and then he’s going to get someone to punch him in the face.

“Sid, I’m not—I’m not mean—”

“I know.” Sid gives him a weak smile. “I do, and I heard you today, but…”

“I’m not mean,” Geno repeats, because Sid needs to understand this. He crosses the room, so he can grab Sid’s shoulders, make sure he stays here. “Not—not want to laugh at you, or be mean.”

Sid’s gaze is even, but his brow furrows. “Then—what’s the point of the prank?”

“Because—” and here’s the thing Geno’s never really said, never admitted to anyone, even himself, but Sid needs to know he wasn’t like those kids, because he doesn’t want Sid to cut him off again. “Because, I want you to look at me.”

Sid’s eyebrows go up. “G, I look at you all the time.”

Geno shakes his head. He knows he’s going red. “Not like—you at bar, using chain to flirt, and you—want you to look at me always,” he mutters, and lets go of Sid so he can duck his face. He can’t say this and look at Sid. “Not flirt with other guys. Just with me.”

“Oh.” Geno refuses to look at Sid, but he can hear the wonder. “Oh. Geno…”

“Is fine if—I stop, I know, I can be dick about it, and is not—”

“G,” Sid says, and then his hand’s on Geno’s chin, tilting it up so he has to look at Sid. Sid’s smiling—grinning, really, and he’s looking at Geno like the world could fall apart around them and he wouldn’t notice, like all of Sidney Crosby’s famous intensity is focused right on him. “I’m always paying attention to you.” He licks his lips, and Geno can’t help looking, and when he manages to stop Sid’s smirking. “You didn’t have to spend eight years pulling my pigtails—”

“You and Flower, so obsess with pigtails,” Geno retorts, but he’s smiling too, because he knows the look Sid is giving him, and he’d never really thought, but he doesn’t want to be anywhere but here. “You not have enough hair to pull anymore.”

“That’s not really true,” Sid replies, his face even other then his dancing eyes, and Geno chokes. “I mean, unless you don’t think you can—”

“Think you need to shut up,” Geno tells him, and Sid’s laughing even as Geno gets a hand in Sid’s chain to yank him in to kiss him.

///

After, they’re lying on the bed, Geno still has his pants on, but he’s shirtless and Sid’s propped up on one elbow, idly tracing lines on his chest. Sid is naked, though, so Geno thinks he’s getting the better part of this deal, because he can lie back and watch Sid, with his messy hair and swollen lips and the mark on his chest that is definitely going to turn into a bruise, and bask.

Sid drags his finger over Geno’s pec, towards where his own cross is lying against his chest, when he pauses.

“Wait, did you apologize?”

Geno narrows his eyes. “You make me!”

“No, Geno apologized! I’m telling everyone. This is a first.” Sid goes for his phone, and Geno lunges, gets his arms around Sid’s waist to pull him back. It also gets Sid squirming against him, laughing as he stretches. “Come on, I’ve never heard of you actually apologizing before!”

“I say never happened,” Geno warns. “You big liar, everyone knows. Maybe not hear right.”

“Nope.”

Geno tugs, and turns, so Sid’s underneath him, grinning up at him as Geno hovers over him. He’s laughing and his eyes are glinting with it as he looks up at Geno, naked but for the chain on his chest and one sock. “I’m say you apologize first,” Geno decides, and silences Sid’s giggles with a kiss.

[rain-drop-sky]

Do you know Sid? (Part 2/?)

First off, thank you so much for all the love that’s been shown to my first attempt at hockey rpf fic! Y’all are so kind and wonderful :) Sorry about the delay for this chapter - I struggled a lot with how I wanted certain events to be conveyed and actually wrote around 4 different versions of this chapter. Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint. 

Part 1

Sid hums as he checks the dough. It has been a long hard year getting Harbour Bakery up and running. So much time and money was spent on negotiating, cashing in on favours, researching, renovating, and hiring. Not to mention packing up his life and starting over in a brand new city where no one knew who he was.

“Are you being emo again, old man.” Olli chirps from where he’s icing a cake for little Maria Wheeler’s sixth birthday. Sid laughs. Well, a new city where almost no one knew who he was.

But it was all worth it. Despite having been open for only a little over three months, reviews have been excellent so far and they are slowly building a decent fanbase and steady flow of clientele. Sid goes to take out the last batch of cookies for the day when Conor pokes his head through the door.

“Hey Sid? Geno’s back and is asking for you up front.” He smirks and gives his boss a thumbs up.

Olli laughs loudly but Sid smiles and steps away from the ovens. “Okay, could you take out the cookies for me and set them out to cool? Thanks.” He pushes through the door and the smile drops off his face as he gets a good look at one of his new favourite customers leaning against the cash register.

“Oh my God, what happened to your face Geno.” Sid blurts out.

Geno looks up, surprised, and reaches up to touch his cheek and hisses. He had forgotten about the neat row of stitches there, a remnant of an earlier capture and interrogation of a double agent who thought he could get away selling information on the Lemieux family.

“Is nothing, little accident at work.” He reassures Sid.

Sid looks at him dubiously but lets it go with a lingering look. “Well, good thing you got here before closing, I nearly sold out of all the bulochki.” Geno perks up despite wincing internally at Sid’s heavy Anglo-accented pronunciation.

“Look so good Sid!” He cheers as Sid pulls out two sweet sticky poppy seed buns. He feels a rush of soft affection as Sid pushes over the plate and ducks his head with a small smile. He takes a deep breath. “Sid, was wondering if you free--” A loud door slam and jangling chimes interrupt him.

“Is this it? Is this the famous Harbour Bakery we’ve been hearing about all week? It must be, Geno’s over there.” carols a mischievously grinning dark haired man with a soul patch while holding the front door open. Another dark head, this one with long locks, pops up behind the other with an equally cheeky wide grin and drags the other man forwards to squeeze up beside Geno and beam at a bemused Sid.

“Hi Geno. And you must be Siiid?” He dragged out Sid’s name cheerfully before hip checking a disgruntled Geno to the side and sticking out his hand. “Hi, I’m Kris. And that’s Marc-André.” He points with his thumb over his shoulder.

“Hi! We’ve heard so much about you and your bakery from Geno that we just had to come see where all the delicious food he brings in comes from.” Marc-André smiles and shakes Sid’s hand while Kris tussles with Geno off to the side.

“What are you doing here?” Geno hisses at his soon-to-be-dead friends. “Go away, no one likes you, you smell bad. Out!”

“Aw, Geno, are you going to turn away your friends? And here I thought you were introducing new customers for me.” Sid lets out a small goose honk giggle.

Two pairs of brown eyes zoom in on him. “You sound different.” Kris says.

“You sound right.” Marc-André follows.

“And you two sound Québécois, is this now a grand Canadian expat reunion?” Sid muses.

Marc-André’s mouth drop opens. “You said Québécois!” He says joyfully before grabbing Sid’s face and giving him two quick pecks, one on each cheek.

“FLOWER!” Geno shouts, outraged.

“This is how we say hello, Geno, stop being an uncultured swine. Parlez-vous Français, mon ami? Do you speak French my friend?” Marc-André coos while petting Sid’s hair fondly. Kris holds Geno back with one arm around his waist while furiously texting with the other. Sid’s eyes crinkle as he holds back laughter.

“I’m sorry to say that I’m one of those terrible Canadians who isn’t really bilingual.” He apologizes. “I do okay with my listening comprehension though.”

“Ah, well, we can’t all be perfect.” Marc-André sighs. He gives Sid a one-armed hug and grins at him. “Call me Flower! You’re Canadian and a baking god so we’re going to be wonderful friends. All my friends call me Flower.”

“I’m Tanger.” Kris’ reply is slightly raspy as Geno finally got him in a headlock and is dragging him towards the till.

“Geno, no, you’re going to scare away my other customers.” Sid scolds gently. The other three jolt guiltily and look around and see a few tables eyeing them warily. Geno immediately lets go of Tanger and starts to apologize when a muffled “Sid? Sid!” is heard through the kitchen door.

Sid frowns and disappears back into the kitchen. Geno, Tanger, and Flower look at each other, shrug, and scuttle around the pastry displays and poke their heads through the swinging door.

“Olli? Conor? What’s going on?” Sid strides over to the propped open back door where he can see his two employees huddled outside on the ground.

They look up and Sid sucks in a breath as he sees what they’re crouching around. A small cardboard box filled with tiny mewing kittens, so young their eyes still haven’t opened. “Where did they come from?” He asks, crouching down to inspect them.

“I heard them crying when I was throwing out the garbage.” Conor volunteers. “I don’t know how long they’ve been out here though.”

“At least it’s not raining.” Olli mutters as he lightly strokes the head of a ginger kitten. “Then this would really be some terrible rom-com cliché.”

“Because that’s really our main concern here.” Sid responds dryly. They all turn around at a strangled “Oh my God, kittens” and see Geno rushing over towards them while Tanger and Flower sigh.

“Who are you?” Olli says Geno carefully lifts up one kitten, whispering gentle nonsense as he carefully inspects its tiny limbs.

“That’s Geno.” Sid supplies. “Those two are his friends, Flower and Tanger. Guys, this is Olli, my assistant, and Conor. He works up front.”

“Someone abandoned kittens on your doorstep eh?” Flower sighs. “Don’t worry, Geno really does know what he’s doing. He rescues a lot of strays.”

“Sounds like Sid.” Olli shakes his head. “Conor here got his bike stolen not long after he started working here and looked so sad Sid would drive home the big mooch every day until he got a new one.” Olli smirks when Conor squawks indignantly.

“I’m not a mooch! You’re a bigger mooch, you still live at Sid’s! Sid says you keep saying you’re going to move out but it’s been more than a year since you guys moved down to Pittsburgh.” They start shoving each other, laughing.

“Children, please.” Sid sighs.

“Need round the clock care.” Geno interrupts firmly, laughter colouring his words. His insides feel gooey when he looks over and sees Sid shushing the tiny kittens and tucking his apron around them as a makeshift blanket. Under the cover of noise, he hooks a finger gently in Sid’s rolled up sleeve. “Hey Sid,” he starts. “Do you think--”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

He looks down at his pocket with a frown. 

“Hey G, it’s work.” Tanger’s voice is serious as he looks at his own phone.

Geno stands up and pulls out his phone.

Found the two extra rats Madri confessed about. Come back now. M wants all leaks eliminated tonight.

“Geno?”

He looks up and sees Sid standing, cradling the box of kittens to his chest and a slight curl to his lips. He looks so sweet and gentle. Soft. A regular civilian. Geno’s gut twists as he thinks about his job, a job he’s very good at and likes, and what it will seem like to someone like Sid. What he will seem like to Sid. His gut ices over.

“Geno? You were saying something?” Sid’s brow furrows.

“Nothing, sorry. Um, have work thing, need to go fix.” He waves vaguely only to remember he’s still holding a sleeping kitten. “Oh. Here, give me kittens.”

“Don’t you have work? I can bring them to a shelter.” Sid responds.

“No, most shelters can’t take care of kittens properly.” Shit, he has to complete those hits tonight though.

Flower steps in. “Let me take the kittens. Vero’s friend rehabs abandoned kittens and strays so she can take care of them. Vero is my wife,” he adds for Sid’s benefit. “You should come over sometime, have dinner with my family. An ‘A Canadian Has Been Found!’ party.” He laughs.

“You can meet my family as well as Duper and Kuni and their families. They’re also Canadian.” Tanger adds, clapping Flower on the shoulder. “We need to head out now.” He murmurs into Flower’s ear. He punches Sid in the shoulder gently. “Good to finally put a face to all the swooning we hear all the time.”

“Tanger.” Geno growls.

Flower juggles the box of kittens as he pulls out his wallet. He hands a card over with Marc-André Fleury, IT, Lemieux Intl. printed on it. “My personal number is on the back.” Flower explains. “Call me and let me know when you’re free. I’m serious about the Canada dinner!” He waves and walks away briskly with Tanger, following Olli around the building.

“Swooning, eh?” Sid looks up at Geno with a teasing smile.

“Sid.” Conor slips a small waxed paper bag into his boss’ hand and disappears back into the bakery with a smile.

Sid looks down and laughs quietly. “Here. Something sweet before you get back to work.”

Geno peers into the bag and feels his resolve weaken at the sight of two fluffy bulochki. “Give me your number.” He can’t help blurting. Sid’s face goes pink. “New to town, yes? Come meet my friends. We have barbecue next week.” If Geno can’t date Sid, Geno will be the best friend Sid has ever had instead.

“Oh. Um, I still don’t know my new number and my phone’s inside.” Sid laughs awkwardly.

“Geno!” Tanger beckons urgently from the corner.

“Okay, wait. Here.” Geno paws through his pockets and gives Sid a matching business card. “My private cell on the back.” He calls over his shoulder as he hurries towards Tanger. “Call me!”

----

Later that night, Sid taps the card on the table as the Skype ringtone trills. Evgeni Malkin, Security Advisor, Lemieux Intl.

“Hey, Squid.” Jack grins at Sid. “It’s Saturday, so tell me about your week, you boring old fart.” He cranes his neck. “Is Olli there? Hey Olli!” He yells.

Sid jerks back“Shut up, he went out.” He laughs. “God you’re loud. And to think I missed you.” He smiles fondly.

Jack squints through the camera. “What’s going on, why are you smiling like that. Sid.” He warns jokingly.

Sid ducks his head. “So there’s a cute guy who comes basically everyday to the bakery,” he starts. “His name’s Evgeni Malkin but everyone calls him Geno…”

[thatnoulguyorsomething]

Hazbin Hotel

Ok so I finally got around to going through the plot frame-by-frame (I have a lot of time on my hands) and here are some higlights

First off, I’d like to point out the poster behind Alastor is actually a poster of him (same one used in Vin’s explanation, but I didn’t take a shot of that one)

Charlie being gay (a recurring theme)

More of the same (tumblr changed order tho)

Normal shot of Charlie singing

Still cool

wait no

stOP

AAAAA

Vin, despite loving her gf’s voice, is 1000% done with her habit of singing whenever she shouldn’t

(no comment)

Moar evil Charlie

For the record she grows horns whenever going feral (took me a while to notice tbh)

this

this convo

handsies

I mean look at him

Vin slowly freaking out

look at him

Vin going veral pt. 2

“dUH?!?“

ow

btw it’s littered with smol notes like this

an accurate representation of what it feels like when ur an introvert and the door rings

Vin being 10000% ready to kill anyone daring to threaten her gf on sight

And Angel Dust 10000% disappointed that he’s not high and/or drunk

When men telling u what u hav to do

ok can I just point out - the one in the back to the left like uuuh hot

mfw mansplaining

okay theres so much ticking me off with this one

first off, Alastor and Lucifer being like 1:1 copies of each other except that Alastor went by a retro thrift shop

Charlie’s mother being again 1:1 like the mommy hot lady in the one above

wtf

The face when ur gf

*nefarious plotting intensifies*

I understand the song playing in the background is abt smiling, but . . . Alastor . . . buddy . . . don’t . . .

my favourite convo in the entire pilot so far

Nifty!

no te -

- atrevAR A TOCAR MI -

- querida . . .

and now, for a slow-mo of two gay pals peacefully discussing their opinions

also Angel clearly needing some d!ck around the hotel

look at her

this

ain’t nobody bringin US -

- down down down -

- DOWN down down -

- they can try but we gonna wear the crown -

- but if we don’t, don’t blame me -

- blame my friends -

- ON THE OTHER SIIIDE!

tlfw (that lesbian feeling when)

oh, would you look at the time, its time for another slo-mo!

(plz pay attemtion to Vin’s face)

dat style

ma’am please contain ur nefarious plans

gay

[missamyrisa2]

can you pleeeease write up a tease for a chubby girl who loooves tummy, armpit, and clitty ticklws? and can gigglgasm just from having her chubby tummy tickled 🥺

Mmmhh myyyy lovelyyyyy fluffyyyy sweetieee you kknowww I'm going to just be covering you in purpleyyyy printssss~ after of course, I wear you down with my slinkyyyy sneakyyy ticklesss~ wiggling fingers in your underarmssss and up your ribsssss and down to that bellyyyy~ I can be sooo sneakyyy bullyying with my tickles and you're soooo cute that I can't not do itt~ I'm gonna keep tickling you here until you tumble for me my apple pie~ my sweeet cherrryy cupcake~ you need to tumble for meee or I'm gonna keep squeezing this side and grasping your bouncy bellyyyy and massaging this underarm~ coochie cooooo cutieee you can't not laugh ~ you can't not laugh!!

Ahh there we goooo thereee's a gooood cute girl~ taking her tickles from her ticklemama. Noppeee nope these arms go hereee ~ yes I just happen to have these silky scarves to keep you open for inspection. Yep, your body is open for businesss~! Howww about thatttt~ mmmh yesss you can pull on those bonds but ooh my long softttt curtain of hair is stilll gliding along that armpit yes it isssss~ oooh and look at how you giggle and struggle~! It's just tickles, angelpie~ little drops of rainnn come down little pokessss heree and thereee and hereee~ and oooh ~is it? Is it reallyyy? Yessss~! It's raining raspberriesss! Watch out for the fruit rainnnn~!!

Mmmhwwwahhh bzzzzppp~ oooh yessss quite a purple raspberry on that lovely pittttt~ oh nooo isolated stormsss localized entirelyyyy on your bellyyyy!! Muah muahhh muahhhh bzzzpp it's a storm of raspberriesss!! On your lower tummmm bzzzzzzpp and the siiiiideeee and this siiide and oooh gossshh piling riiight on your navel!! muuahh muahhh Awww don't worry, let me get those berries outttt. I bet my finger fits riiiight into that tummy button~ why yesss it does have to wiggle like that. Gotta get them all out nowwww~ pokey pokey pokeyyyy tickle tickleeee my fluffyyy fluffyyyy gigglebox~

How about those thighss hmmm? Those lovelyyy thighsss? I'm a thigh kisser, I'm sorry I really am. I see gorgeous thighs, I just have to kisss. So let's pin this one hereeee and oooh yesss we're gonna pit a lineee of purpley giggles up this beautiful thigh yessss~ muuuah muahhh ~ and ooh yes, be gigglemoany. Be gigglemoanyyy for meeee~ it's not stoooopping~ uh uhhh noooope not yettttt~

Ahhh such an eager volunteerr~ don't think I don't seeee that girlyyy pearlyyyy poking outttt~ does your pearly want a kiss toooo? Awww she doesss~ and don't worryyy I'll be gentle ~ I will be sooooo gentle you'll barely knowwww I'm brushing my lipssss riiiight on your clitttyyy and blowing a littttle puff of airrrr and kissing that pearl ~ kissyy tickle the girlyyy pearl mhmmm~ awww you're getting sooo ~sparkly~

Anddd now we featherrr~ yesss we feather that sweeeet wanttyyy neeeedy buttton with the slightest touch just the lightest touch so I can kissssy kissss that tummmmyyyy alll over while I rub this side and keep you wigglyyyy~ mmhmm such a perfect tickle triangle you have my gorgouessss gigglerrr and we're gonna kissss and tickle and featherrrr and oooh let's just see howww many royal sparkles we can get from youuu~<33

[majintut-blog]

@nicknmp gooood loooks on The Cameo!! I Meet The#Cooolest People When I want to!! He just tooold me! He staaay in the same Apartments As I Dooo, he got Yrreee #itslegalNow And him And His Homies Rap!! Lmfao @liltunechi @tezzington I'm Ready I'm Ready I'm Ready Like Spongebob! I got an Army And And army Of Rap! All My #RapperFriends aren't black neither! Sooo Weee the #Newbeatles When We Rap ! Who Got Me I Got You Tooo In Fact! I Got @hotep_goldz @k1ngwolfdotson I got @schwoogs by my siiide, hell slide anybody bout respect and that Norfside!! I got my young Hittas @toxsikk @asan_lakush #Sylar aka #BabyPurplePeopleEaater Aka #Bloodyface #Aka #spock haaashtag Yoooo mother Fuuuicking Self Hoe I'm #spongebob #Ready #PurplepeopleEater #iGot #LilWayne Type #Flow I Got @jerryshinefield in The Cut, With Thaaaat Roooad Dawgg Swaggg, I'm Billy Bad Ass off the Tag Teaam.. Sooo We Taaalk Bad Bout each other and Beeef! But I did theloniues Biitch Ass For Giiving Up My Friends Jerry Name!! I love my Niighas!! I Got All My Heart To Giiive I'm Eddie Kane.. Graaab Ah Seaaat I got @itsxmusic Tooo On Me On Three Say #Neegan Goooo Weeeeee!! I Got @kydd_beans Still On Ah Iowe You!! bruuuh You Still That Niigha I Need Fts Wiit!! I Got @heiristorle Working On Ah Clasping Celling All My Niighas Wit Me Hold Up Kyyd Beans On!!

[missamyrisa2]

Your tickle teases make me so squirmy and giggly! I actually made a tumblr just to put an ask in your box to tell you! I’m a lee that gets kinda fizzy silly brain when I’m tickled, but reading your posts has exactly the same effect and I can’t stop scrolling even when I’ve read them before. Thank you for the content!

Awwwee!~! I'm soooo flattered ~! You're soooo sweeeett and oooh darling I'm so sorryyyy but I am gonna make you soooo perkyyyy in your cute lil mind~ get alll the fuzziesss and fizziesss out because cuties like youuuu just need to be overwhelmed with the squiggly thoughtsss~ you'll be sooo adorable when I'm cooing in your ear and drawing my soft fluffyyy tool along your neck~ this ivory white fluffy swishyyyy toool sooo perfect for getting a lovely ticklee alllll blushyyy wigglyyy ~ soo silly huh? Just tickles riiight here under your chin and along each siiide and you're just giggly aren't youuu?

Maybeee we can read some of my teases huhh? I have like two thousand of them nowww ~ we can just scrollll through and you can tell me which ones you loveee while I just y'knowwww hold you on my lap and tickle up your sides and ribs and along your back ~ you can have the teaser teasing you while you read my teasesss and tell meee which teaseee you want to feel mostttt~ oooh maybe science has gone too far but I think we neeed to do this for the science my dear~!

[missamyrisa2]

How would you handle a transfem rave girl who just got back from the last night of a festival, and she hasn't even had a chance to change out of her rave outfit?

How perfect, all overstimulated from your night of fun ~ and your fun has just begun because I'm gonna tickle you right out of that cute outfit ~ and you know it and are such a gigglebug which is why you're backing up all blushy right to this couch where I can pin your arms over your head and wiggle these maaaagic fingers all down your neck to your ribs and belly and back up the other siiiide to play in your elbow ~ yeahhh your elbow~! What a silly tickle spot ~ awww are you just so worked up from your night? All sensitive and perked up~ I bet it's just unbearable to have some breathy breaths in your ears huh? Tickle tickle ears? Mmhmmmm there's a lil nibbly for that lobey lobe and nowwww the kissiesss muuuuah muah muahhh~ you silly goose ~ I'm just kissing you and you're a wreck, you adorably girly giggler~

But mmmmh wouldn't it be nicer if we just hmmmm take your top and pluuuck it away like so? Isn't that nice? Awww, look at your skin, all pink and sensitive. I think you need kissy therapy oh yes I doooo ~ yes I doo~ you've been so naughty haven't you? Dancing all seductive and teasing everyone ~ you need to be teased right back my cutie pie~ cute girls get raspberries! Mmmmhmm that's the rule ~ muuuah bbzzzzzz right on your tummy! And your siiides and your royal buttonnssss ~ Hold still now~! Don't try to fight it, that's just gonna make it worse! Soft brushyy lips on your royal girly buttons yeahhhh giggle it all out for me sweetie pie. You protest but I know you love it you just want alllll this affection and to be treated so special. That's why you came in such a cute lil outfit!~

Oooh, and sweetie? I think you're gonna cum in that cute lil outfit toooo! Why what's this? Did someone put my favorite toy in my hand? All of sudden there's this big buzzy wand and it's going riiiight for your royal area! Mmmhmm just relax. Let the wand do her work~ We're gonna get you fixed up with nice lovely gigglegasm right in your outfit and then we'll tickle you out of it and get you so fuzzy you can't think straight! Ooh what's that? Hmmm why sweetie if you're still able to talk and babble so much you haven't been tickled enough noooope nuh-uh. Let's go for high buzzies mmm? Full speed right on your princess parts? There we goooo. Everyone loooves the magic wand~ coochie coooo on your belly toooo! Let's see how your navel bounces when I tickle it and buzz you like this~ I know you love it!

Yeahh? Are you gonna gigglegasm for me? Oh yes you are~ yes you fucking are you beautiful teasy giggler, you're gonna give me that gigglegasm mmmhmm let's hear those gigglemoans, give it up ~ don't fight me ~ I'm gonna make you mine ~ annnnnnd there! What a delightful lil reaction sweet angel doodle~ awww does it tiiiickle so bad? That's just perfect and we're soooo not done yet ~ don't go fuzzying off on me because I'm taking the rest of the outfit~ and then I'm taking you ~<3