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skelekins · 1 year ago
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Maple belongs to @smokbeast
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smokbeast · 1 year ago
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Sketch commissions for @deerylife of their bitties and a lil maple hanging with the fellers!
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sunonwaxyleaves · 1 month ago
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bumble-the-sun-bee · 5 months ago
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bitty bots au: Rosy
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My little guy :D
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bittyclinic · 2 years ago
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I've been making a lot of soft boiled eggs for myself recently, and I thought it might be fun to give some of the bitties them to try since I believe many of them haven't tried them before!
Pictured here was the first bitty I tried, Maple really enjoyed himself... clearly. He got yolk EVERYWHERE and had to get a bath after, but I'm glad he had fun.
Who do you think I should give an egg to next?
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cashewbenoit · 9 months ago
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save me 2007 john tavares
2007 john tavares save me
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captainxandis · 6 months ago
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Oh we floodin!
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smokbeast · 1 year ago
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SNSKKADKKSF NEW FRIEND OBTAINED
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Maple is here to save da day
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new friend acquired
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hockey team thickness - 2024 VERSION
updated all the old charts to bring you the thickest hockey boys
op how could you forget about … ? — he wasn’t on the roster.
team thickness - thickest players - itty bitty players
Anaheim Ducks
Arizona Coyotes/Utah Hockey club
Boston Bruins
Buffalo Sabres
Calgary Flames
Carolina Hurricanes
Chicago Blackhawks
Colorado Avalanche
Columbus Blue Jackets
Dallas Stars
Detroit Red Wings
Edmonton Oilers
Florida Panthers
Los Angeles Kings
Minnesota Wild
Montreal Canadiens
Nashville Predators
New Jersey Devils
New York Islanders
New York Rangers
Ottawa Senators
Philadelphia Flyers
Pittsburgh Penguins
San Jose Sharks
Seattle Kraken
St. Louis Blues
Tampa Bay Lightning
Toronto Maple Leafs
Vancouver Canucks
Vegas Golden Knights
Washington Capitals
Winnipeg Jets
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room-of-lies · 1 year ago
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itty bitty maple, comin' atcha!
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crazylittlejester · 5 months ago
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DAILY BRAINROT
I'm very scatterbrained today, so please excuse the multiple topic changes. 😅
The Sky angst WIP is in progress, and I accidentally started a new WIP that is Hyrule angst. I think pretty much all the Hyrule angst I've read takes place in forest regions, so naturally I had to take it upon myself to write something that happens in The Great Sea. Legend is not the only one who deserves island-related trauma.
Still thinking about the academia AU, too. Sun has a bachelors degree in aviation, like Sky (it's how they met) and one in religious studies. She's decided to get her graduate degree in religious studies and may or may not have a side gig with Sky flying little bitty planes for a tourist place because they're both crazy and think they can somehow fit that into their schedules.
LU EAH AU is still in progress! It's just going very, very slowly, and I need to remember to review some of my source material because I keep forgetting to do that. I also need to finish up the fic about Fi's backstory and figure out a cool title for it. The AU itself will likely be Linked Ever After unless I think of something cooler.
Also, I was writing a scene with Legend & Sky and needed to do some quick fact-checking and recipe-searching and DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS AN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE THAT'S MADE OUT OF HORSE MILK!?
Anyway, the scene in question is another attempt at letting Legend be soft and chill because he is Too Old for This Shit. The actual recipe I ended up using was basically warm milk with pumpkin pie spices and maple syrup because Legend just gives off warm milk vibes. He knows what works, and he's going to do it, and if anyone tries to give him grief over it, he'll just smack them right good.
Side tangent: as much as I want to say that Warriors is the best with self-care, I think it's really more Legend's thing. Time also looks like he has everything together, but he is totally panicking and masking (pun intended) 24/7 with rare exceptions. Legend is the one who's had enough of this shit and figured out what does and doesn't actually help his physical and mental health. He's obviously not perfect at it, but he's the closest to an actual role model most of them have, just because he's trying to live his best life (partly out of spite).
Warriors is still the one who drags Twilight to therapy, though.
i so desperately needed the daily brainrot, i caught this 35 seconds after it appeared in my asks
You’re so real for that. I have a Hyrule angst wip in my drafts somewhere titled ‘Hyrule Drowns’… I don’t- I don’t think I have to explain further (he doesn’t DIE but I AM gonna throw him in a lake. Shoutout to @/carelessapples for this one because if I remember correctly, this was sort of their idea/i am writing it for them)
I LOVE THAT SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
LINKED EVER AFTER. 10/10, I LOVE IT. I’m so excited for that au, but take ur time man. I know it’ll be awesome
THERES A FUCKING WHAT NOW??? (and yeah Legend DOES give off warm milk vibes)
Oh yeah no, Time is masking most of the time bro does NOT have it together like, at all, I so agree. I love the idea of Wars just DRAGGING Twi to therapy kicking and screaming. Legend definitely has things figured out by now, though I am of the personal belief that he’s horrible at explaining it to the others and helping THEM with stuff. I headcanon he’s better at self care for himself than helping the others take care of themselves but he’s doin’ his best 😔
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fruitcoops · 11 months ago
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Solstice Sweetheart
Happy Secret Santa, Elise! This was such a fun prompt to tackle, and I hope you find as much joy in the New Year as these three <3 O'Darwin belong to @lumosinlove and the Cold Brewed Enchantments/ witchy coffeeshop genderbend AU is credited to the server's lovely minds!
Nat inhaled.
Bottles on the table—mostly. Repurposed jars held most of their previous contents, and those had been scattered to kingdom come since the night began. As they should be, of course. He could think of nothing worse than a mediocre solstice party. Awkwardness was born and bred in the cliquey little huddles of a party gone wrong.
Nat exhaled.
None of that, now. The house was still standing. People had fun. Out-of-control spellwork had been kept to a dull roar, even after the firewhiskey made an appearance. He could feel, deep in his soul, that it had been a good night.
Glass chimed in the other room. Kasey, if Nat had to guess. That sound had the hallmarks of her careful handling all over it. Alex was somewhere on the stairs if the heavy footsteps were any indication. If she was untangling the streamers from the banister, Nat was going to…he didn’t even know, anymore. He had spent the better part of a year since Alex’s arrival in their little town trying to figure out what the hell was going on between his girlfriend and the gorgeous new girl, with naught but a spinning head to show for it.
They knew each other. Kasey had told him that much. The dulled gray-blue of her tone said more than words could.
Soft humming floated through the empty doorframe. The gentle rasp of Alex’s voice had such a lovely color to it, like fresh maple syrup or crystalline honey. It glowed against the jewel tones of the rest of her—rich, curling clues tucked in tight next to sparking reds.
Kasey’s braid caught the light when she turned, only just visible through the kitchen doorway. Nat had loved that about their house since the first day; so few doors to still the air. Something was always in motion, always making noise. He wished Kasey could see it—the brilliance of sound, the cool shades of her voice—but she just seemed to like it so much when he described it.
And maybe that was something just for him to cherish. Their life clung to the ceiling corners like cobwebs. Words and music and laughter. A snippet of Kasey singing ‘happy birthday’ had been lingering in the dining room window since the summer.
“Winter!”
An electric blue comet zipped from the stairs to the kitchen sink.
“What?” came the mossy wave of Kasey’s answer.
“Knutty promised pastries for us tomorrow! She’s trying new recipes. Needs extra mouths.”
Alex would need more hands if she was trying to text Leo and clean at the same time. Nat gathered an armful of empty bottles off the table and dumped them into the recycling bin before turning to the staircase, where one sneaker-clad foot was barely visible through the slats in the railing.
“New recipes?” he asked.
Alex’s face popped into view. Still freckled, even in the dead of winter. Nat felt his stomach perform a funny little flip-flop over itself at her bright smile. “Oh, hey!”
Orange and gold fireworks, crackling about her head. “Thanks for cleaning that up.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Alex’s vague wave sent a curlicue of taupe his way. His mouth tanged with citrus when it reached him. “Least I can do.”
“None of the other guests stayed to help,” Nat pointed out, bending to collect a few paper crowns.
“None of the other guests are as gracious as me.” Her smile was quick and mischievous, but genuine. How often had Nat thought the same of its owner? “Get up here, Music Man. Where’s your solstice sweetheart?”
“Downstairs, with the dishes.”
Alex pulled a face that made her pointed nose wrinkle. “I told her I’d handle those.”
“Clearly it worked,” Nat teased. “Don’t feel too bad. You know how she gets around the solstice.”
A test. Just a teeny-tiny-itty-bitty maybe of a test. Alex’s fond smile was far and away the best answer. “Yeah,” she said, darting a grin toward Nat. “You’re a lucky one, Darcy. It ain’t easy being a seasonal delight.”
“I think she’s pretty great all year.”
“Good answer.”
It was times like this when Nat wondered if Alex could see what he saw. Or at least, if she understood. Dark topaz eyes ticked along the path of pensive purple.
Alex had been speaking in purple a lot, lately. He knew why. Even without his gift, he’d be a fool to miss the way she reached, hesitated, ached for Kasey now that their distance could be measured in inches instead of borders. It pulled at them both, torn edges of the past snagging on the present. He knew what it felt like to match himself to Kasey’s steady keel and let her draw him through her oceans. Alex spoke like someone who had swum those waters before, unafraid that Kasey would ever close the ice around her.
Nat…wanted that. For himself, and a laughed morning, Music Man held in golden parentheses, but more than that, for Kasey. She deserved so much. He could give so much. But if Alex had ridden out the storm and found harbor in Kasey’s heart enough to linger after all these years, Nat would be worse than a fool to let that fall away for his own sake. He could love them both.
Did.
Would.
“Nathaniel.”
“Alexandra.”
“You’re thinking at me.”
“You’re in love with my girlfriend.”
Alex’s hands never stuttered on the loops of ribbon. “Yes.”
Butter yellow. A pastel, more tender than her heavy saturation, but unyielding. “You didn’t stay here just to be a good guest.”
“No.”
Dandelion cradled in blush pink. “You’re in love with me.”
“Yes.”
She didn’t whisper. He didn’t know why he thought she would. Alex never whispered. She was far too vibrant for it to do any good. It didn’t matter if she was banging on their door to drag them out for a taste of Leo’s kitchen witchery or falling asleep on their throw pillows in her fox form—wherever Alex was, the world grew brighter.
“You should tell her,” Nat said.
“I won’t get in the way of what you have.”
“You won’t,” he agreed. It had lacked the fuzzy edges of a question, but that didn’t matter. Anything, as long as she understood.
“It’s—” The maroon undercurrent of her voice curdled mauve. Her gaze fell on him with the weight of a feather alighting on the water. “It was before you. I let her go. It’s okay.”
“Alexandra.” An old joke between them, perhaps too flirty for simple friends. Nat propped his chin on the end of the railing and made sure she was looking, really looking, before he continued. “I’m in love with my girlfriend, and I’m more in love with you every time you come by, and I’m pretty sure our solstice sweetheart has been head over heels for you since the day you met.”
Alex’s lips pressed together, but the smile ticking at the corners betrayed her.
“It seems like a waste to sit here and be sad on the stairs when Kasey Winter is in the kitchen and waiting for you to say something,” he finished quietly.
His heart should be racing. His stomach should be in knots, all aflutter the way it had been when he first asked Kasey out. But with Alex looking at him like she could hardly believe the marvel of her ears, he found only calm waiting.
“Yes.”
Crimson bloomed around the word. Alex was so sure of herself—Nat thought he might love that most about her, from not-so-sneaky tips stuffed into her sister’s café jar to her utter confidence that whatever new drink she brought to their doorstep would be the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. She was unfailingly correct. His eyes flickered to her mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
“Kasey first.” She deserved so much.
Alex’s smile grew, and she pushed herself up with a “don’t have to tell me twice” that flashed peacock through the stairwell. Peacock, like Kasey’s laughter on the first day of winter when her magic was thick and strong in her veins. Nat was pretty sure some part of his heart beat just to hear that sound and watch it coat their home.
He was already reaching for the ribbon where she left off when Alex’s hand closed around his wrist and dragged him after her. He couldn’t help a laugh and didn’t particularly want to—turquoise shimmered ahead of them where Kasey was singing along to the record player under her breath. What a thing to have waiting.
“Winter.”
Kasey looked up, a casserole dish held in both hands under the warm water. Her eyes darted between them; a golden brow arched. “What did you…”
It took two steps for Alex to close the distance between them. She shut the faucet off and took Kasey’s hands from the sink, holding her wrists between them without a care for the water dripping on them both. “Please?” came the lilac-soft request.
Any other time of year, and Kasey might have questioned it.
The solstice lined her in threads of gold and blue. Her cheeks were round and flushed pink with power, and her hands were steady despite the anticipation that quickened her breath when she looked to Nat, then back to Alex, then to Nat once more. “You spoke?”
“Yeah.”
Kasey leaned in and kissed her without a moment’s hesitation.
Nat watched Alex’s ribs expand to accommodate a deep breath in—tiny crystals of ice began budding in the water droplets on Kasey’s skin as she cupped her hands around the back of Alex’s head and exhaled, long enough for steam to billow up between them. It was kind of the season to let everyone else see how much of a wonder she was.
“Mmm, wait wait wait,” Alex hummed when Kasey began pulling away. She closed her hands around Kasey’s forearms without a care for the chill and kissed the smile from her lips in a burst. “Storm girl,” she whispered with periwinkle fondness that made Kasey blush. Her thumb traced the peony-pink of her cheekbones and Nat steadied himself on the countertop. “Gods and fae, I missed you.”
Nat loved her when she was a chattering fox on their couch, and loved her when she was tall and kind and warm in every word. He loved her when her booming reds mingled with Kasey’s mellow blue in harmony so perfect it struck him silent, just to listen and watch for a second longer.
“Nathaniel!”
When Alex pulled away to launch herself into his arms with a laugh so bright and happy he could see it through closed eyes, he thought he might love her so much he’d burst with it. The solstice was the time of greatest and best change for them. He could think of no better way to start anew than with Alex beside them.
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cashewbenoit · 11 months ago
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your honour i love him dearly
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skelekins · 1 year ago
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for THE BBY
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FOR DA BABIES
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film-in-my-soul · 4 months ago
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Positive Feedback | 1,602 | jedusaur / @jedusaur
Summary: Eric’s never had a postgame breakdown of sex before, but he’s not particularly surprised when, before they’ve even caught their breath, Jack says, “Tell me how I can do better.”
blaspheme | 1,811 | kirkaut / @kirkaut
Summary: It’s not that Bittle doesn’t swear. It’s more that Bits doesn’t swear as much as the rest of them, Jack thinks. Bittle swears for emphasis, carefully picking and choosing when to drop a curse into his sentence, just to pack a little punch in whatever he’s saying.
if there's anything on my face you put it there | 2,132 | jedusaur / @jedusaur
Summary: “You don’t have to tell them it was me. I mean, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll stop leaving marks if you want me to. Just..." He lifts up Jack’s shirt and touches one of the hickeys. When he looks back up, his eyes have gone dark. “I really, really like it. Do you mind?”
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Good Boy | 2,231 | annundriel / @annundriel
Summary: Bitty knows Jack likes to be on his knees. He just didn't realize how much.
Part of the Orientation Package | 2,409 | garden of succulents (staranise) / @star-anise
Summary: Eric can't believe that he just got propositioned on a hookup app on his very first full day at Samwell, but he's not questioning the good things that come his way.
my heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck | 2,771 | theladyingrey42 / @thefangirlingrey
Summary: He can't believe they're finally doing this.
Distraction | 3,053 | rockinhamburger / @rockinhamburger
Summary: It starts with a fruit basket.
Three Points | 3,055 | kiwoa (Rinoa)
Summary: Settling his grip just above the muted curve of Bitty's hips, Jack squeezes. "Better." Bitty coughs out a laugh. "Glad you're satisfied." "Almost satisfied," Jack says. "I still have my shirt and socks on." "Good," Bitty says, and he leans to press them together, forehead to forehead, chest to chest with only cotton worn thin between them. "I like you like this. It's cute."
got bruises on my knees for you | 3,118 | jacksbits (fragilehuge) / @jacksbits
Summary: “Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that,” Bitty says, automatically. “That has to be hell on your knees.”
surrounded by your embrace | 3,200 | tiptoe39 / @tiptoe39
Summary: Boys doing things in the basement in July.
Tongue Tied | 3,384 | justaphage / @justaphage
Summary: Indeed, Jack had missed Hazeapalooza his first year on purpose, and the next two years it seemed either no one remembered he had missed out, or no one wanted to challenge their Captain. Either way, Jack had been okay with that before. At this particular moment though, he’s wishing he had gotten this out of the way some other time. Yes, he was aware that this was a thing that gets him, but if literally anyone but stupid, fucking perfect, Eric Bittle was the one to tie his hands, things would have been much less—um—exciting.
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can't breathe with these words in my mouth | 3,559 | robokittens / @robokittens
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shakes my tree, sticks to me by esterbrook
3 Part Series | Rated E + G | Total Words: 4,455
Part 1 Summary: Jack hasn't touched Bitty since graduation. That was six weeks and four days ago. Yes, he's been counting.
Love At One Night Stand by orphan_account
4 Part Series | Rated M + G | Total Words: 10,901
Part 1 Summary: “Kiss me,” Eric blurted, and lord he wished he could have blamed it on being drunk. And maybe he was, in a way. Drunk on Jack’s gaze, and his grin, and the way his hand was so, so warm against his skin. “I mean…um…” “Okay,” Jack whispered, and his fingers uncurled to palm Eric’s cheek, thumb brushing along the corner of his mouth before his head dipped in low, and their lips met.
Sledge Hockey by orphan_account
3 Part Series | Rated G-E | Total Words: 53,965
Part 1 Summary: When Eric Bittle gets the invite to not only join a sledge hockey team, but to live with several of the members after he's diagnosed with MS, he's a little hesitant. He wants to keep as much of his life as he can--his job, his independence, and his hobbies. But figure skating is impossible now with his nerve damage, so this may be the only way he can stay on the ice. And it all seems pretty great. If only the hockey captain didn't hate his guts…
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5
Summary:  your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...
Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader (Past)
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  4.4K
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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other.  “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”
“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”
“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”
“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”
“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.
“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”
“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.”
“Promise?”
“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”
“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”
“Shh, go to sleep.”
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Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo.  Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy.  He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home.  You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off.  There was a lightness to him.  Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo.  Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.
“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly.  Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him.  A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.
“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo?  Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”
“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield.  Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.  
“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.
“Didn’t say anything.”
“They’re my friends.”
“Frank, I didn’t say anything.  Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions.  I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not.  I promise.  You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”
“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”
“Uh, maybe tonight.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay?  I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.  
Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this.  The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home.  Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls.  Letting him hear them without being too close.
“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug.  “This has been such a weird season without you.  How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.
“I heard.  It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”
“Yeah, he did good.  Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house.  Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde.  Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”
“He’s cute.  You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”
“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house.  House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life.  Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve.  “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”
“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo.  “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly.  You got a wedding to plan.”
“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo.  At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”
“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”
“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”
“I don’t want a buckle bunny.  I want someone I can settle down with.  I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman.  I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”
“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh?  Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”
Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky.  Laughing and cutting up.  Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.
“Naw, Bucky is a good one.  But appearances matter here.  She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her.  Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”
“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”
“Really?  Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck.  You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh.  “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to?  By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper.  Doesn’t the table turn into a bed?  We’ll wait until the camper quits moving.  Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”
“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?  She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.
“Just don’t tell her.  You bought the camper right?  To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What?  Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”
“No she doesn’t.  I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”
“You’re an idiot.  You know what city we’re in?  Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead.  “So, about us sleeping in the camper?  It would be great.”
“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny.  It’s not that important.  We weren’t even that serious then.”
“Okay.  You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky.  I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now.  You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right?  Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman.  Bunny ain’t it.  She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots.  Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl.  A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long.  It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before.  “Your funeral buddy.  Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work.  I know how much you like her riding you.”
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”
“You shouldn’t.  I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you.  He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky.  Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love.  He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one.  He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.
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Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet.  But you couldn’t stop staring at him.  He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up.  “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”
With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss.  Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon.  Giving you a quick wink.  You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were.  Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way.  Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.  
“Okay, boys!  Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride.  You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance.  This part always made you nervous.  It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.
“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt.  Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching.  It was one of the best feelings in the world.  A grand declaration that you were his.  
Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.
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“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body.  “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest.  Stopping right over his low sitting boxers.  “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length.  “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”
“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there.  “You really going to give us a live show?”
“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests..  Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage.  “And Bucky, too.  Hey, Buck.  How did the table sleep?”
“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night.  Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.  
“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns.  This is why you didn’t like being on the road.  Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.
“Oh my god!  Out!”
“Buns.”
“Get out!  Out!”
“Bunny, it’s not a big deal.  I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood.  You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.  
“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.
“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave.  The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day.  “Bunny.”
“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice.  You have on clothes, I see.  I am completely naked.  They were feet away from us.  I came out on the road to spend time with you.  Not Bucky and Steve, but you.  You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt.  Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”
“Buns, they know we have sex.”
“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things.  I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say?  My privacy was taken away from me.  Gone.  I deserved to know you were letting them stay.  I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms.  Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back.  “It’s just embarrassing.”
“I know, I should have said something.  They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel.  I’m sorry.  I am.  And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing.  “We got time for a quickie?”
“Nope.  You got that in the middle of the night.”
“Bunny.”
“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl.  You’re the one that had to let them stay.  Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile.  You weren’t caving in this time.  “No, Frank.  No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder.  “Put me down.”
“After I fuck you.”
“No.  Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan.  “Frank!”
“You’re drenched.  It’s not even fair.”
“I can take a cold shower and wash up.  Stop.  You’re gonna be late.”
“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms.  “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”
“Your cock never went into my mouth.”
“Bunny, just relax.  Enjoy this.”
“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger.  “Tonight we will go dancing!”
“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”
“Your fingers are fucking me.”
He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants.  His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you.  “Do you ever get tired of fucking?  Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”
“You liked it.  Had your cream all over me.  Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him.  “You are my messy little slut, huh?  I think I heard Steve mast…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him.  You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed.  You didn’t want to know.  Ignorance is bliss.  You just needed to finish.  Head to the drugstore, just in case.  You hated when Frank would cum in you.  You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan.  Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.  
“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms.  His body starts thrusting into you harder.  He had to make it quick.  Didn’t want to make things too obvious.  You were supposed to be fighting.  Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.  
He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper.  So much for being inconspicuous.  He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements.  Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him.  He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me.  You’re almost there.  Squeezing me so tight.  You’re right there.  Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.  
“I’m going to leave you in here to shower.  I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes.  Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.  
He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long.  Still got it in, didn’t you?”
“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves.  Um…we’re going dancing tonight.  So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room.  She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”
“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile.  “You’re asking for a breakup.  Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away.  Have fun tonight.  I wouldn’t want to miss it.”
Frank forgot all about that for a moment.  There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself.  He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past.  Hopefully.
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“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”
Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.  
Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead.  Don’t look.  Don’t engage.  Don’t acknowledge.  “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”
“I’m still looking.”
“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake.  Redhead herself was walking over to him.  “Shit.  Shit.  Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something.  Keep her busy.  Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.  
“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle.  “I missed you.”
“You should leave.”
“Why?  Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé?  Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.  You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen.  Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them.  Frank was screwed.  He knew it, too.  “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.
He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here.  Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury.  “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away.  “Bunny, baby, stop.  Let me explain.”
“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream.  “No, you don’t get to explain.”
“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away.  They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel.  “Bunny.”
“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more.  “Who is she?  A buckle bunny, huh?  Not your bunny though, no.  That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”
“Bunny, stop,” the audacity.  You needed Clyde, and you were going home.  Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit.  Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast.  “It’s not what you think it is.  Let me explain!”
“Then explain.  What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more.  He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t.  “You can’t even fucking explain that.”
“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”
“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened.  The moment you met Frank, you were together.  “Officially?  What?”
“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay.  Neither of us finished before he passed out.  I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them.  Both of them.  You had been a fool.  All of this for nothing.
“When?  When, Frank?  When?”
He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  It didn’t mean anything.  I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”
“It was that night wasn’t it?  I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears.  “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night.  You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser.  That’s rich.  That’s so like a man.  Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument.  My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank.  I’ve begged you to get serious.  Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money.  I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you.  Not me, most definitely not us.  I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”
“I didn’t.  Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you.  We were just fucking then.  But I couldn’t touch her.  She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.  Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum.  He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it.  He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.
“Oh my god.  Did you use a condom?”
“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”
“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”
“You’re a nurse.  She’s a whore for the buckle.  Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.  You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”
“No it’s because I.  Love.  You!  I screwed up, and I’m sorry.  I have been faithful.  I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night.  I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property.  I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home.  I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy.  I’m serious, it’s just you.  This…I didn’t want this tonight.  I wanted this week to reignite us again.  I screwed up.  I fucked up, but I want this…with you.  I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to.  We, me and you, baby.  We can afford for me to pull back.”
You want to believe him.  Want to think that he meant every single word.  And you did, until the last part.  Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back.  Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder.  You loved him.  And you weren’t officially together.  You had been sleeping together.  It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.  
“They’re grading on the property?”
“Yes, baby.  They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back.  Got us a few options for houses.  We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”
“No.  No, cowboys.  No rodeos for our kids.  I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”
“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move.  He didn’t lie.  He owned up to it.  You were just sleeping together.  Now you are engaged, it was different.  “Buns?”
“Yeah.  Yeah, we’re good.  We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”
“Bucky is probably asleep.  You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel.  You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along.  The camper was in fact getting too small.  You were right.  And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you.  You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.
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