#hookup!kris

[saucyjothoughts]

Could you write something about having a threesome with your boyfriend Bojan and his friend Kris? THANK YOU LOVE YOUR PAGE!!🫶

Yes.

(nsfw under the cut)

Kris knows he's a lucky man. He's always been a little jealous ever since you came into his best friend's life, but has tried not to let it show. He thought it was just physical at first (of course Bojan found himself someone cute as hell) but you actually turned out to be a nice person, and intellectually and creatively interesting. Dammit.

Bojan has been sending him pictures and short videos of you together for a while now. He doesn't know the details but is aware that Kris has a certain interest in you. Bojan wants to show you off and the flattery of it is good for your ego and how can Kris possibly say no? A few pictures of you in your new lingerie in nice lighting. Bojan's POV of his cock in your mouth. A two-second loop of your tits bouncing while he's fucking you.

Yes, he's a very lucky man.

It started when you first suggested involving a third person in some of your bedroom activities. Bojan had seemed (understandably) very eager about the idea and asked if you had anyone in mind.

"Because I bet Kris would be down," he told you, not even having to think about it.

"I meant a girl."

"Oh."

A moment of awkward silence between you before you eased the tension.

"But another guy would work too, if you're sure you wouldn't mind."

He didn't mind at all. And some of the best sex you've ever had with him has involved dirty talking about what you'd be doing to Kris if he were there with you as well.

And now it's late, you and Kris have been over at Bojan's place for movies and only when the credits are rolling do you notice that Kris has fallen asleep on the couch.

Your boyfriend gives you a look and you lean over to wake his friend up. He's breathing softly, eyes flickering behind their lids, and you press your lips ever so lightly against his.

"Hey."

He doesn't move aside from his eyes blinking open.

"Hey."

"We're going to bed," you tell him. "Do you want to come?"

A few minutes later, your mouth tastes of toothpaste and you're stripping down to your underwear to climb into Bojan's bed just like any other night. Except tonight, Kris is here too. There's just about enough room for the three of you to lie comfortably, Bojan hugging your back and Kris facing you. It's warm.

You haven't spoken about how much you want to do (if anything at all) but the company is easy, soft. It begins with Bojan kissing at the back of your neck and kneading at your bare chest under the covers. Kris is watching, wetting his lips with his tongue, but he doesn't dare make the first movie, waiting for you to pull him in for a kiss. His skin is smooth and warm, his shoulders broad, taller than your boyfriend, and the two men are making pleasurable little grunts on either side of you as they explore your body. Your hand is just about to venture over Kris's boxers when your attention is taken by Bojan's hand slipping inside your underwear and touching you there, spreading your wetness over your lips in the way that you've taught him you like.

And Kris pulls the covers down to watch.

He looks ravenous, his body giving away his arousal, as Bojan circles a finger over your clit, making your body twitch with anticipation. It's late and dark and this is a private secret and you want to get fucked. By both of them.

When Bojan pulls away, he gives his fingers to Kris to suckle on. Kris moans at the taste and Bojan moans at the feeling and you can feel his erection push against your butt as you grind against him.

"Better in person, right?" He taunts, fucking into you slowly while Kris stares at what's happening between your legs, his mouth hanging open.

"Oh my god," Kris blasphemes as Bojan lines himself up, pulling your underwear to one side and slipping his cock between your folds, pushing inside you to make you gasp. He's incredibly hard, stretching you wide, so turned on by fucking you in front of his friend.

He shuffles down the bed for a better look.

"Can I touch?" he asks, and you and Bojan both answer at the same time, your voices breathy through your pleasure.

"Whatever you want."

What he wants is to taste.

But he's hesitant, his hand on your hip at first, feeling how Bojan's thrusts are pushing you around. Then up across your belly, the dip of your waist. Then your thighs, down the outside and up the inside, and finally he's rubbing your clit for you while Bojan continues to fuck you. He has a different style of touch to Bojan, his fingers rougher. It's good. But he doesn't stay there long and a moment after he removes his touch from your skin, Bojan jumps behind you, swearing against your ear. Kris is touching him from between your legs, kneading at his balls and tickling at the skin behind them while he watches you getting fucked in high definition, your boyfriend's cock glistening with your juices and the noises between you obscenely wet.

Bojan's arms are around you, his body hot and beginning to sweat, while Kris's face is between your legs, swapping his mouth between your clit and your boyfriend's balls.

When he comes up for air, he's antsy. You know he needs more. Bojan senses it too and doesn't even complain when you roll away from his touch, his cock slipping out of you, and push Kris onto his back.

"Is this okay?" you ask him, and he doesn't manage a real answer, just nods while Bojan watches hungrily, touching himself while you climb aboard, straddling Kris's hips and pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. Again, he's different to Bojan. He feels different in your hand, different when you slip the head between your lips and different when you sink down onto him, forcing his full length inside you, while he stares up at you whimpering as though he's just seen God.

You're folded down close, on top of him, surprisingly intimate, while he pushes up inside you in time to the rocking of your hips. He's smoothing his palms over your ass, over the curve of your back, and you're kissing at his lips, at his jawline, until Bojan steals away your attentions.

He leans to make out with you, deep and passionate, when Kris starts begging you to let him come, the sight of both of you making him force up into you hard so that you're moaning into Bojan's mouth. Instead of a real answer, however, Bojan's lips leave yours and find Kris's. Kissing into euphoric grunts and writhing bodies, Bojan jerking himself and Kris deep inside you, you finally feel Kris's core tighten beneath you and all at once your pussy is impossibly slippery as he floods you with cum, while at the same time Bojan is spilling himself over your thigh.

You're not done but your sense of relief is real, between your two boys as hands are gripping and hips are bucking and breath is shuddering, moaning with them as you ride Kris through the high you've gifted him tonight.

The clarity washes over them. It's clear on their red-flushed faces as they catch their breath. But they only stare at each other for a few moments, between awkward smiles and coy glances, before turning their attentions back to you.

"Where are you going?" Bojan asks Kris when he climbs out of bed. You've stopped panting now, your boys having held you close between them, kissing and touching you all over after helping you reach your peak between Kris's hand and Bojan's mouth.

"To sleep on the couch," he says, as though it was obvious. "Give you guys some space."

But that isn't how you want this to work.

"No you're not. Get the fuck back here."

Kris knows he's a lucky man.

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

[leothil]

fic recs: archive edition 21

Let's pretend it's still Monday and that I didn't have such A Day yesterday that I couldn't focus on this. Anyway! Autumn of 2021 continues to deliver, it's a veritable goldmine of banger fics! Today I gravitated toward fics that make something inside me twist and ache, so I hope you're in the mood for feeling feelings.

Previous posts can be found here!

forever goodbye by withoutthetiger (@rewritetheending) After Eddie breaks up with Ana, Buck shows up to help with the mess, both external and internal. 1.3k words, rated G

i did, i did, i do by @hattalove The one where, a few weeks after meeting each other, Buck and Eddie fell in love, and then broke up, but forgot to fall out of love. I think I've screamed about this to kris a hundred times, and I will scream a hundred more. 4.3k words, rated T

slow beats (between ribs) by @tawaifeddiediaz Eddie wakes up and knows it's going to be a bad day with everything aching. He seeks comfort in Buck. 2.4k words, rated G

too many heartbeats for one ribcage by @lamardeuse Eddie isn't queer, he can't be. A beautiful illustration of his struggles and inner conflict up to the beginning of S5. Heed the warnings in the author's note. 8.8k words, rated M

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless Surgical nurse Eddie wants to get out of his head while Shannon is spending time with Christopher, and ends up picking up Buck in a bar. This leads to regular hookups, and Eddie fights his instincts to get to know Buck better, because that's not what they are, right? I feel like I've recommended this dozens of times, and I likely will continue to do so! 15.1k words, rated E

Enjoy and remember to leave the authors kudos and comments!

[lovethytendytenderly]

A Creature Comforts not!fic aka Goalies That nest Together Stay Together

prompt: Prompt 12. “Alpha, I’ve seen the way you look at (other Alpha/Beta/Omega), how about we invite him to spend my Heat/your Rut with us?” but nesting bc i don't wanna deal with secondary gender shit

Tanger/Jars/Ned (Tanger/Jars+Ned, Ned/Jars)

(Established past sidflower nest buddies - maybe side sidgeno)

The fic starts about a week before Tristan's nest. Tristan spends most of it in various levels of pre-nesting. The date is *mumble* the part of the season is ? and the schedule is not important. They end up on the road at some point and then are back in Pittsburgh the next day. Don’t question it. I am going for vibes not realism. This is a notfic.

~~~~_X_~~~~

Tristan nests regularly enough nowadays, once or twice a season. He didn't nest his first couple years in the NHL but being the guaranteed starter flipped a switch in Tristan's head and he's been a happy penguin ever since. Kris is the only person Tristan has nested with. At first, Kris couldn't believe Tristan would pick him, but they've been pretty exclusively partnered (in and out of the nest) since. They don't live together during the season for reasons. PO is definitely living with Tanger. It's pretty much expected that Tristan is going to nest with Tanger. That's what Tristan and Kris have been prepping for. That's what everyone has told the newbies. It's what he's always done. This nest shouldn't be any different except its day 3 of pre-nesting and Tristan isn't able to get comfortable enough to nap unless he's face planted into Ned's neck.

Tristan has been seeking Ned out for a while now, enamored with his new backup and the tandem bond (normal friendship not metaphysical nonsense) they've been building this season. Kris has eyes. Tristan might be better at watching but Kris knows how to keep his head up and his eyes on his goalie. (they’re not poly, but theyre not not poly. Kath and the kids may be around in a separated but not divorced status, idk. they've definitely had other partners and hookups but are mostly monogamous to each other). So while Tristan was busy stealing stuff from all of their teammates and prepping his nest, Kris was watching the way he was circling Ned - like he wants to pull him close and clamp down with his teeth and never let go but is afraid of scaring him off but also like he has no idea that he's even doing it. He’s also noticed the increase in Tristan's insomnia and the scents (and the players they belong to) that ease it. It's the usual collection of him, Geno, the defense, and Jake, with Karl and Ned being notable additions this year.

Ned, on his side of things doesn't even seen to notice the strangeness in Tristan's behavior. Or maybe he just assumes it’s nesting stuff and is leaving it alone. Kris doesn't know much about Ned's nesting history on his previous teams and its not really something you ask a goalie unless you're being actively invited into their nest or there’s a problem. This is the opposite of a problem. Kris knows that Ned was surprised by the lounge space set aside for the goalies with the permanent nesting rooms in the back, one for both the starting and backup goaltender. The nice thing about having a relatively new arena is Flower made his complaints about the Igloo very well known when they asked the players for feedback during the construction of Consol, and being Flower, with Sid as his partner, he got his wish. Tristan has reaped the benefits of it, even if Flower remains a sore spot in the arena.

Kris is paying attention is what I'm saying, and it's clear Tristan is not. Its after Tristan seeks Ned out for a pregame nap (literally leaving Kris in their shared hotel room) that Kris knows he needs to intervene. They need to talk about Ned. They need to talk to Ned. Kris is not jealous. Tristan is very much still into him and has not been showing any signs of not wanting him in the nest. That's not what the conversation they have to have is about. It’s very clear to Kris that Tristan wants Ned in the nest and Kris would rather have that conversation now, and not when Tristan is so deep in nesting that he’s nonverbal and hellbent on getting his way. As hot as Kris finds getting dragged into Tristan's nest by Tristan's teeth in his wrist (sleeve usually since it's not a safe place to bite too hard), Ned deserves words so he knows what he's agreeing too.

Kris has a list of examples that make it pretty damn clear that Tristan is courting Ned, but the most damning example was practice earlier when Jars refused to get out of the net except to give it to Ned. Tristan can't see the way he’s gravitating towards Ned but Kris is like you wouldn’t let Andy have the net for practice but you immediately gave it to Ned without hesitation. Not even Flower shared like that.

Kris is like do you want to invite Ned into your nest and Tristan gets blushy and reticent but it’s definitely a yes and Kris is so fucking soft so of course he’ll give Tristan anything he wants.

The conversation is the wake up call Tristan needed to go “oh right I shouldn't do everything based on instinct I kinda need to verbally invite Ned into my nest. Shit I want to invite Ned into my nest.”

Kris is smug. Unfortunately for Kris, Tristan immediately turns his best pleading eyes on him and is like you gotta be there for this convo cause youre gonna be in the nest too.

(note idk if this is plat nesting or sexual nesting - probably both - but while I’m in the mood for intimacy I am not in the mood to write sex. There's definitely room to add sex between Tristan and Tanger if horniness is part of pre-nesting. I could see Tristan getting himself off to thoughts/scents of Ned without realizing)

Ned of course has noticed some of Jars' clinginess and made his own assumptions. (No shame to Ned, he's doing his best with limited information). The problem is when Tanger tries to pull him aside to talk to him by himself (Jars got pulled aside by a trainer), Ned is like "ah, the other shoe has dropped. I’m about to get yelled at by my defenseman for messing with my nesting goalie partner. oh no."

Ned "smartly" decides to get the hell out of dodge and spends the next day and a bit avoiding Tanger which means he’s also accidentally avoiding Jars. This makes Tristan itchy because he doesn’t realize why he can’t find Ned. (Ned deserves soft things, of which his nest has many, and also Tristan wants cuddles. How dare Ned be MIA when Tristan wants cuddles).

This lasts all of a day before Kris sends PO over as a peace offering to talk to Ned instead. Not about nesting stuff per se, but the conversation has the general vibe of "if you won’t talk to my work dad/landlord about your reciprocated crush on dad’s partner then I guess you have to talk to me because no one wants a grumpy nesting goalie and that's where Jarry is headed. I've seen the aftermath when Jars is happy, I do not want to see the marks he leaves when he's upset"

(A happy Jars is a bitey Jars. PO doesn't want to see the evidence of Jarry being upset) (Jokes on PO an upset Tristan is way less likely to actually bite his partners and instead will probably self soothe by biting himself. This is only cute when its to stifle noises during sex, not as a stim. The amount of silicon stim toys he goes through during the stressful parts of the season is so many, he just doesn't use them around certain parts of the team because he doesn't want toddler or dog jokes. Rusty is Tristan's safe space for stimming. He bought Tristan his first chew back when they were both in WBS and Rusty was stimming through his speech therapy practice).

PO does not want to be here, having this conversation with Ned, but he promises Ned that Kris isn’t mad. Tanger is protective of his goalies but he's not mean, especially to a teammate who has done nothing wrong. (He’s not mad. He's not even disappointed. He just needs Ned and Tristan to talk to each other and neither are helping him so he's feeling exasperated).

Off in the corner actually practicing during practice is Sid who is like “the weird goalie shit is no longer my responsibility don’t get me involved but also Ned if you need help I’m right here.” Geno, A on his sweater, is standing next to Sid, putting off extreme “we’re not getting involved but also if someone is mean we will absolutely get involved” vibes. Geno will absolutely not meddle in his teammates' interpersonal drama — unless of course someone gives him big enough puppy dog eyes in which case he will absolutely make Sid meddle in his teammates' interpersonal lives.

Anyway PO has pulled Ned aside to see what the problem is and also make sure Ned knows that Tanger isn’t mad but the couple does want to talk to him, preferably together. Ned tells PO that he's not talking to both of them at once, so they put their heads together and concoct a plan where PO distracts Tanger while Ned goes to talk to Jars.

Kris knows exactly what PO is doing when PO drags him to lunch away from the rink after practice. (PO is not subtle and only pretended for Ned’s sake because Ned wants to believe Tanger is distracted). Kris is the one who sent him there in the first place so it doesn't matter how terrible a liar PO is since he was in on it from the beginning. If it makes Ned comfortable enough to talk to Tristan then Kris counts it as a win. He wants to be there to make sure Tristan uses his words because Tristan likes to not do that. If one on one is what it takes however, c'est la vie.

Alex (Ned) dilly dallies after PO has successfully lured Tanger out of the arena for lunch, but dutifully goes to find Jarry. Jake has that look in his eye like if Alex hangs around the locker room long enough he's going to ask what's wrong and Alex refuses to have another embarrassing conversation with one of Jarry's friends today. Might as well get rejected now. It takes him a bit to locate Jarry, but the process of elimination means he’s probably hanging out in the goalie lounge.

The lounge is something rather unique to the Penguins. It's basically a large room with a kitchenette in one wall, two doors set into the other, its own bathroom and shower through another door, and chairs and couches in the middle to hang out. It’s explicitly for the goalies only, no skaters or coaches allowed unless by invitation. Tanger, Alex has come to find, has a free pass to hang out as much as he wants. Everyone else gets turned away. It's the perfect place to nap in the arena because it's away from the hubbub and noise of the locker room and other player lounges. It also has their nests. Which made it doubly the perfect place to find his goalie partner who was close to actually nesting soon.

When Ned gets to the lounge, Jars is asleep on a couch facing away from the door, face shoved into a hoodie, door to his nest wide open. (The lounge door was locked when Ned got there—the only ppl with a key are Tags, Ned, Kris, Sid, and Sully— and the only people who would enter without knocking or an invitation are Tanger and himself). Tristan has absolutely acknowledged what his instincts were telling him and is prepared to have a verbal conversation with Ned. Tristan is not however immune to making a big gesture and there is no way Tristan could be more obvious about wanting to share his nest with Ned unless he was naked in Ned’s jersey.

Tristan didn't mean to fall asleep but Ned left his hoodie in the lounge and this deep into pre-nesting and with the way his insomnia is he curled up with Ned's #39 hoodie and started dozing almost immediately after sitting down to wait. Tristan is still probably a day or two from fully nesting - maybe less depending on how the next game goes. He’s good to sit on the bench tonight but it’s a good thing Ned is starting. (Tristan is looking forward to watching tonight for once. Plus the rest of the team is extra touchy when he's on the bench during pre-nest so he gets lots of backslaps and fistbumps and casual attention from the coaches and equipment guys).

In the present moment he's asleep when Ned walks into the lounge and sees a door wide open that he never expected to see the other side of. Behind him the lounge door swings shut and closes with a quiet click. Alex can't spare a moment to feel grateful that nobody else can walk in on this as everything in him is focused on the room before him.

Alex doesn't know what he expected when he signed with the Pens. He figured it would be a chance to stay in the NHL, a one year tryout on a new team as he worked to make his game competitive again. What he got was a team that really cared about its goalies —both of them —nowhere more clearly was that displayed than the fact that both of them had nesting rooms inside the arena set aside for them to use even when they were not nesting. Even the ahl goalies had rooms they could use somewhere in the bowels of the arena in case they got called up and something happened. Jars was always fussing with his; bringing bedding and trinkets to the arena before disappearing into his room with them and not emerging until later.

In contrast, Alex hadn't done much to spruce up the semi-generic hotel room he had been left with after DeSmith had been traded and the room cleared out. The odds of him needing to nest this year were rather low and he didn’t want to get attached since it was only one year. He had some Pens stuff in his room along with some old red blankets he'd brought with him from his previous teams. A couple of his new teammates had insisted on giving him jerseys so they were neatly folded in the chest of drawers next to a spare change of clothes he kept in case he didn't want to go home to get changed. The most personal thing that he'd added to his room was his goal puck from Wilkes Barre earlier in the season. It felt right having it at the arena and he'd brought his other pucks too so they'd all be together. They sat in a pile next to the bedside table, his goals, shutty puck, and first win with each of his teams. Chopper had seen the pile and offered to build him something, but Alex didnt feel comfortable asking during the season.

Alex's first instinct is to leave the lounge and come back later. He can't hear Tristan making any noise in the nest and he doesn't want to intrude on the other goalie's territory. His curiosity gets the better of him and before he knows it he's in the doorway to Jars' nest.

Jars' nest is different than Alex's. The walls are painted a light blue-gray color and it seems like every surface is covered in either blankets or jerseys. The overhead light is turned off but it doesn't matter because the room is softly lit by two bedside lamps that shed dim light and fairy lights that cover practically the whole ceiling, illuminating everything.

Alex finds himself drawn into the room, unable to resist touching everything. He can see the jerseys the team had surrendered earlier in the week woven in among the blankets on the bed, but what surprised him was how many other jerseys there were in the room. Alex recognizes the designs on some of them - the current third jersey, last year’s reverse retro - while others he's unfamiliar with - the bright yellow one looks like it should belong to a Preds player more than the Penguins if not for the logo on the chest. Some of the names and numbers he recognizes from the team and former Penguins he's met between games and traveling but not all of them. He catches sight of a 53 on the edge of the bed and a 6 on top of another jersey near the left bedside table, a nameplate with -vist half visible under it. The number 58 is unavoidable. Everywhere he looks there's 35s and 58s tucked in among the other numbers. The whole room feels cozy. It should stink worse than the locker room, especially with the sweaty game jerseys from earlier, but instead it just kinda smells like Tristan.

After doing a lap of the room, Alex finds himself just sort of lightly running his fingers over an ice blue blanket that reminds him of the color of the midwinter sky. It's one of the softest things he’s ever felt and if Jars doesn't kill him for being in his nest he wants to know where he got it. He wants one for his bed at home. At some point while this is happening, Tristan wakes up from his nap and quietly stumbles his way to the doorway of the nest.

Tristan lingers in the doorway, the hoodie he was sleeping on half on him, but putting it on properly isn't as important as watching the look of awe on Ned's face as he explores Tristan's nest. Tristan feels fondness bubble up inside his chest and he feels like he’s about ready to start purring from the way his instincts are singing. The only thing missing is Kris but Tristan knows he’s a big boy who will show up when he’s needed. His sleepy brain knows Kris was busy with something, but it's okay, Kris always comes home to him. He's not worried.

Tristan was a little skeptical when Kris asked if he wanted to nest with Ned because he’s never really wanted to nest with anyone but Kris. Seeing Ned here is everything he didn’t know he was craving. Tristan 0, his instincts (and also Kris) 1.

Tristan would probably be content to stay there forever but eventually Ned notices him in the doorway. Tristan can tell the moment it happens because Ned stiffens up and his body language goes tight. The sight of Ned's hunched shoulders pulls a wounded noise out of Jars chest which just further serves to drive Ned's shoulders higher around his ears.

Tristan abandons the doorway to walk up to Ned and pull him into a hug. Ned can't hide his flinch when Tristan first makes contact but he doesn't pull away or prevent tristan from getting his arms around him. It takes Ned a couple of moments to realize that nothing bad is happening, its Just one of Tristan's octopus hugs like he gets after good games. After a few seconds, Ned lets himself relax into the hug unsure what Tristan is doing. Tristan takes Ned relaxing as his cue to gently take the blanket from Ned's hand and lead him out of the nest. Tristan would love to just kiss Ned right there and hope the other goalie understood what he wanted, but he promised Kris he'd use his words so that meant talking.

Tristan doesn't take Ned far. He leads Ned back to the couch that he was sleeping on a short while ago, awkwardly shoving the nest door closed on their way past. It takes Ned a moment to realize that he's supposed to sit down, but when he does the seat is still warm from Tristan's nap. Tristan goes to sit down next to Ned and is stopped by their intertwined hands. Neither of them are sure when they started holding hands, but Tristan is not going to let Ned go that easy. In Tristan's other hand is the blanket. He takes a moment to carefully wrap it around Ned before plopping down on the couch. It takes everything in Tristan to not crawl into Ned's lap and go back to sleep but talking. He promised talking. (Tristan really does not want to talk but Ned's eyebrows are doing that thing where they try to hide how freaked out Ned is feeling and does not want that. Ned should not be upset while wrapped up in his nest.

For Alex, he has no idea what is going on but all of Jars' nonverbal cues have been nonthreatening, if not outright affectionate, so he's doing everything he can to calm his fight or flight instincts and not bolt. He promised PO and by proxy Tanger that he'd work this out. They have a game tonight. He can't upset his top defenseman and backup goalie. Sully would shout and everyone would be mad and probably take Jarry's side cause he's clearly fucked up tresspassing in Jars’ nest. Jars is just too nice to yell at him inside his nest. Okay that doesn't explain him wrapping him in the blanket but that's the other reason Alex hasn't fled — its so soft and it feels safe. Alex isn't going to make the first move tho. Jars can stare all he wants but Alex isn't saying shit.

They stare at each other in silence for a moment before Tristan decides this is bullshit and sits up to shift positions on the couch so that they can face each other better. As he does this, Tristan also realizes hes half wearing a hoodie and shrugs it on the rest of the way. The number 39 is unmistakable on his chest and startles an appreciative noise out of Ned. Tristan feels a smile break out into his face. He hadn't been totally sure if Ned was even interested in him that way, but all signs had pointed to yes.

"You know I'm nesting, right?" Tristan asked for a lack of a better opening.

Ned nodded.

"I've also kind of been all over you this week. —Thanks for that by the way. You do not have to humor me when I get like that."

"Of course I would. I'd be a pretty terrible hockey player if I couldnt take care of a nesting goalie. Plus us goalies gotta stick together against the skaters. Its not like the forwards are going to protect the net like it should be." Ned joked, trying to lighten the mood and shift the topic to one of their favorites, dragging their forwards for their pitiful backchecking. Unfortunately for him Tristan was a man on a mission.

"Kris and I had a conversation the other day. Thats actually why we wanted to talk to you —“

"Look if you need me out of here thats fine. We have a game tonight but after that I can stay as far away as you need me until your nesting period is over." Ned interrupted Tristan to say.

"I. The opposite. Please dont leave." Tristan reached out to grab Ned's hand from where it was worrying the edge of the blanket. Tristan took a deep breath and started over. "Kris mentioned that he’s noticed me doing courting behaviors. At you. He uhhh was pretty specific about it too. So, uhh, do you want to join us in my nest?"

Ned looked skeptical and every moment he didn't say anything made Tristan want to curl in on himself and hide. Damn the talking method, instincts based courting had worked for him in the past, he's doing that from now on.

Finally Ned took a breath, squeezed the hand Tristan was still holding, and said "Your nest?"

"Yeah. I'd uhh really like it if you were there. With me. Us. Kris—Tanger would be there too. If that's a dealbreaker. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I want to spend it with you. Both of you."

"This wasn't what i was expecting when PO said you wanted to talk to me."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes."

"Cool." Tristan felt a big smile break out across his face. Ned returned one that looked equally joyful.

There was something bubbly in Tristan's gut that he usually only felt during buzzer beating big saves and the best wins. His smile was feeling big and giddy. He started to lean forward but the voice in the back of his head that sounded a little like a certain exasperated quebecois grumbled about words.

"Can I kiss you? We can talk about nesting and stuff later but I really want to kiss you now."

Ned nodded, smile still on his face, so Tristan leant forward and pressed his smile against Ned's.

They probably spent too much time making out on the couch like teenagers because eventually Tristan's phone buzzed with a text from Kris wondering where he was.

(End cause I dont want to write more or figure out if its plat/nonsexual nesting, semi-plat, or sexual nesting. Tanger enjoys having another person to help him spoil Jars. Alex likes getting to know the both of them better. If this is sexual nesting, Alex is not as into biting as both Tanger and Jars Kris and Tristan are but he still walks out of the nest with his own set of marks.)

Bonus bc this would be post post fic ie after nesting: Tristan also has his goal puck in his nest. Both the ahl and nhl pucks. Ned’s ahl pucks are in his nest. By the end of the fic both of their pucks are in a big pile together on one of the dressers.

[acertainmoshke]

Ok so this came out way longer than I meant it to, but I needed a break from the slog towards plot connections, so here is a random scene set around book 4 that I wrote just for fun:

Alone, alone, alone. I was so alone I couldn’t think or breathe, my brain so empty. For the first time in a literal lifetime, I couldn’t feel his mind pressed against mine. Seeing him lying still on the bed didn’t help. One step forward. Another. It took both steps for him to finish one slow breath. I took another, needing to press closer, to prick my skin on his, to prove that my brother still existed. Except I couldn’t get close enough. Beth and Doug were there, hovering, flitting, pressing cloths to his head and throwing around words that my brain couldn’t hear. People who knew what was wrong, knew what they were doing. Saying things that meant nothing to me. I tried to step up to the bed, got close enough to feel the brush of painfully damp sheets, but Beth darted in front of me, pushing past, snapping something urgent. The hall was even lonelier. There was no air. My brain was empty, itching for his warmth. Drowning in darkness. When had I gone outside? At least it was cold. There was air to suck into my lungs. But my head was still spinning. I bit my lip, ice burning just under my skin ready to explode, demanding blood and rubble. Tonight would be the night I destroyed my latest home.

Alone, alone, alone, alone, alo— “Hey.” When had I closed my eyes? I opened them again to find Lynn next to me. I hadn’t heard her walk up. I always heard everything. Echoing in the back of my head: alone, alone, alone… It was so cold and dark in my head. I didn’t even try to say hi back, but she had a way of knowing when I wasn’t going to answer and just kept going. “I get it. Really.” No, you don’t. But she couldn’t hear me. No one but Kris could hear my silence. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I could see her squinting at me out of the corner of my eye. Her human eyes couldn’t see me clearly in the dark, but she must have gotten enough. “I really do.” With an effort, I got my voice back. “You can’t. It was always just us. I mean—not just us. There was Maggie, and then later Rob and Sally and…and we had friends. But it was mostly us. We needed each other. He’s always been there for me, forever. And now…” “And now they’re in the way.” We had both sat down on the soft garden dirt at some point, and I had been watching the plants sway in the breeze, but she startled me so much my head snapped up to look at her. She was looking over my shoulder like usual. Her braids tied back with a scarf, moonlight gleaming on her dark skin. On any other night I might have stopped to be shocked at her beauty (again). But everyone else always assumed he should be closer to his boyfriend and girlfriend anyway. “I told you. I get it. I was a foster kid. When the Kanins took me in I was so scared of adults I didn’t talk at all for weeks.” So you do speak, he’d said in surprise the first time I yelled at a wildling to leave us be. Lynn kept going. “And when I did, it was to Tatiana. I didn’t know how to be a kid. At first, I had no friends at all, only a sister. I wasn’t normal. But the thing is, she was. She fit in. She was smart and charming, but she made the others include me too and if they didn’t she left. In high school I didn’t have friends, only hookups and a sister. In college I had hookups, online acquaintances, and a sister. “But then she had a career, and sometimes boyfriends, and later girlfriends too. They were just as bad. And we started battling, and whenever I was in the hospital she was there. But when it was her whoever thought they were in love with her showed up like they cared more.” The ghost of a smile twitched at her lips. When had I chosen to avoid her eyes by looking at her lips instead of in the opposite direction? “I got kicked out more than once for hitting them.” “Is this the part where you tell me how you got over it?” “Oh, no. I didn’t have to. After she had Liliana, there were fewer partners around and she quit fighting as much anyway. And then the house filled up, and…I guess I have friends now. But she was there for me first, and it’s different, and…” for the first time she hesitated. “I think you get it?” I did. The world was still spinning. But the dirt under my feet wasn’t crisp with frost. I no longer had to fight down the magic. I could just let myself fade into mental fog and trail behind wherever Lynn was going when she got up to go inside.

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[jenncrkendalllllll]

kendall nicole jenner is a twenty eight year old model & socialite, with her birthday being november 3rd, 1995. she is currently in a pr relationship and is open to all connections below + more.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇

ride or die — hailey bieber

girl squad — camila morrone & lauren jauregui

best guy friend

hookup turned friend

acquaintance

party buddy — taylor zakhar perez

close friends — drew starkey

role model

role model to — kaia gerber

good influence

bad influence

gym buddy

sibling-like — shawn mendes

platonic soulmate

friends who hooked up

new friends

friends who flirt — nicholas galitzine

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇

exes on good terms

possessive exes — harry styles

exes on bad terms

went on a date

casual hookup

friend with benefits

drunken mistake

sexual tension

pr relationship — glen powell

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy — ariana grande

hateship

mutual dislike — sydney sweeney

dislike but not really — louis tomlinson

professional competition

cold as ice — selena gomez

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋

parents — kris jenner & caitlyn jenner

siblings — too many to list

children — n/a

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media

matched on a dating app

neighbor

roommate

[random-writerings]

Touch Me (Til I Find Myself) ~ Chapter 6

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist // AO3

Deke and Kris searched the entire level for the rest of the team but there was no sign of them. They expanded their search to other levels, but still nothing. 

They walked mostly in silence. Kris couldn’t tell if it was because of post-hookup awkwardness or because of the shock surrounding Tess’ death. It was probably both. 

It wasn’t like there was much to talk about anyway. And they couldn’t risk someone overhearing them discuss Inhuman powers or time travel or S.H.I.E.L.D. or whatever. So, they stayed silent.

One thing that was hard to ignore was the increase of Kree patrols on all levels. All the guards were armed with multiple weapons, most notably the massive guns they carried in front of them. They were clearly hunting for someone, grabbing random people and aggressively questioning them. Kris and Deke overheard them asking about the Destroyer of Worlds and one of Kasius’ servants who had escaped and deduced that that must be Daisy and Jemma.  

But it didn’t matter whether the Kree’s prey was Kris or Flint or Jemma and Daisy, the chance of getting caught had increased significantly. And it made them both uneasy.

Eventually, Deke had had enough. He led Kris back to the elevator and punched in a number for a lower level.

“Maintenance level,” he explained. “If so many Blues are patrolling up here, there won’t be any waiting for us down there. You should hide in there until I find your friends.”

He put his helmet on as the doors opened. The corridor was pitch black and stank of something foul. Kris wrinkled her nose and pulled her scarf tighter around her face.

Soon, they found a small boiler room where Kris could hide. But as Deke turned to leave, they heard the sound of nearby gunfire. They ducked into a narrow hiding spot, crouching behind some hot pipes. A door banged closed across the room and they heard hushed voices.

Deke brought his finger to his lips (or where his lips would be behind his mask) and slowly crept out to investigate. Kris started to follow him, but he held out his hand, indicating that she should stay where she was. She watched him disappear around a corner, holding her breath.

She heard what sounded like a scuffle between two people. 

“Good thing I’m wearing a helmet,” she heard Deke say.

“You.” That was Daisy’s voice. “You come to collect the bounty?”

Kris left the hiding spot and went the same way as Deke.

“No, I came to save your ass.” Deke motioned to Kris as she turned the corner. She took in the scene before her. Daisy was confronting Deke while Jemma was crouched on the floor with someone else.

“Daisy, Jemma, thank god.” Kris’ eyes landed on the other person sitting on the floor. “Fitz? How the hell – You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.” She smiled at him, but he still couldn’t meet her gaze.

Deke tried to move away from the shelves Daisy had him pinned against, but she slammed him back harder this time.

“I should kill you right now,” she said angrily. 

“Who the hell is this guy?” Fitz asked. 

“He works for Kasius,” Daisy answered.

“I don’t work for – I mean, sometimes I do, technically,” Deke tried to defend himself. “But right now, I’m Team S.H.I.E.L.D. alright?” He mock-saluted Daisy.

Kris moved past Deke and Daisy as they started to argue. She knelt next to Fitz, taking off her scarf to dab at the blood leaking from a wound in his side. He must have been caught in that earlier gunfire. 

“Well, it’s convenient, you showing up right now.” Daisy did not sound convinced. 

“Convenient, no; it’s mind-blowing that I managed to escape the medical bunk after Coulson welded the door shut. I mean, if Kris hadn’t shown up, who knows how long I would have been stuck in there.”

Daisy turned to Kris, giving her a questioning look. Kris shrugged.

“Believe it or not, he actually is Team S.H.I.E.L.D. now.”

“You know that for certain?” Daisy raised an eyebrow. “You sure he’s not lying to you?”

Kris looked at Deke and remembered the look on his face when he heard his father’s voice. That look … that wasn’t something you could make up.

“He’s not lying,” she confirmed. Then she turned a steely gaze on Deke. “At least, he better not be.” 

“So you just let him out?” Daisy asked. “If Coulson locked him up, he must have had a good reason. Why help him escape?”

“We were working out our differences, alright?” Deke spoke before Kris could. “I don’t have time to get into this.”

“Can we discuss this after we’re out of the line of fire?” Fitz asked, exasperated.

“Yes, thank you … this guy.” Deke gestured at Fitz aimlessly. “Now please follow me. We go up the service shafts. It’ll lead us right onto the Trawler.”

Deke began to walk away, but Daisy grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him back.

“No, no, no, no. This is the guy that sold me to Kasius.”

“Oh. Kill him. He’s a snake,” Jemma said.

“I’m gonna cut his throat open.” Fitz tried to stand but cried out in pain. Jemma and Kris reached out to steady him.

“I’m a pragmatist, alright?” Deke once again defended his actions then turned to Daisy. “Just – just listen. I told you that I would lead you to your friend. There she is. And I stopped you from doing something drastic that would have gotten people killed in the process.” He paused and looked back at Fitz. “Though you don’t look great.”

“Thank you,” Fitz replied dryly, his hand pressed against his wound.

“Deke’s right,” Kris chimed in and the others looked at her, shocked. “Look, I don’t like it either but you have no idea what it’s like out there. The Kree are killing innocent people to get to us. Tess is dead.” There was a silence as Daisy and Jemma processed that information. Then Kris continued. “If Deke hadn’t told Kasius who you are – who they think you are – he would have killed you on sight and had another, bloodier Renewal to teach people a lesson. Like I said, I don’t like it, but how can S.H.I.E.L.D. save what’s left of humanity if our actions get them all killed?” She shot a pointed stare at Daisy. “We can’t be reckless.”

As Daisy opened her mouth to argue, Jemma spoke up. “And now you just happen to stumble upon us?” 

“All the channels are buzzing with news of your escape,” Deke said.

“Which means more Kree roaming about,” Kris continued. “We’re down here because Deke was protecting me. The Kree were looking for more Inhumans for Kasius and I could have been caught. Deke’s been helping me avoid the patrols. He was about to go find Coulson and the others when we ran into you.”

Daisy gave them a disbelieving look. “You can’t be serious.”

There was a loud pounding on the door.

“We are out of time!” Deke hissed, turning away. Jemma and Kris helped Fitz to his feet.

“How do we know you’re not going to lead us into another trap?” Daisy questioned.

“You don’t.” Deke disappeared back the way they came in. Kris followed him immediately, but the others hesitated. After exchanging glances with each other as the pounding continued, they followed too.

~~~

As they made their way through the service shafts, Fitz began to explain what happened after the team was kidnapped. Apparently he had been imprisoned for six months before Hunter had broken him out. Then someone named Enoch had helped him remain in cryostasis in order to get to the future. Oh, and there was some Inhuman kid who could draw the future. As if their lives couldn’t get any weirder.

“By the way, Kris,” Fitz addressed her. “Hunter said to tell you ‘hi’. And that Liverpool beat Arsenal in the Premiership.”

The fond smile that Kris had had at the mention of Hunter vanished. She rolled her eyes.

“That smug bastard. No ‘hey Kris, how are you getting on in the scary dystopian future’? The only thing he has to say to me is to rub it in my face that, in the last ever Premiership before the world is destroyed, Liverpool beats Arsenal. What a tosser.” She chuckled and Fitz did too.

“How do you know so many people?” Deke asked incredulously. 

Kris shrugged. “That just sort of happens when you live on a planet with 7 and a half billion people.”

“7 and a half billion? Damn, I had no idea the number was that high,” Deke mumbled.

~~~

Once out of the service shafts, they snuck through the corridors. The whole level was eerily empty. Kris and Jemma helped Fitz, who was struggling to walk, while Daisy scouted ahead. Deke trailed behind them, watching their backs. 

They eventually made it to Grill’s Salvage. Daisy banged on the door. But there was no response. She banged again, looking around nervously to make sure the noise hadn’t drawn unwanted attention.

“I thought they’d be here.” She sighed.

“Daisy?” Coulson’s voice could be heard on the other side. The doors opened and Kris saw the look of relief on Coulson’s face. “How did you escape?”

“Clumsily,” Daisy replied. “Hey.” 

She hugged Coulson then moved further into the room, greeting Mack and Yo-Yo. Kris and Jemma practically carried Fitz inside.

Coulson and Mack were just as surprised as Kris had been to see Fitz.

“Fitz!” 

“Turbo! Man, it’s good to see you.”

They stepped forward, engulfing them in a group hug. It dawned on Kris that this was the first group hug she had ever had with the team. It was nice.

But there was no time to enjoy it as Fitz needed urgent medical attention.

“How the hell did you get in the future?” Mack asked. 

“Uh, the long way.” Fitz looked back at him as Jemma helped him over to the stairs to sit down.

“He needs medical attention. Story time can wait,” Jemma stated firmly.

“Well, not when those stories include time travel,” Mack replied incredulously.

The doors shut behind them and Coulson whipped around, aiming his gun. Thankfully, it was just Deke who followed them inside.

“This guy?” Mack was apprehensive. “The hell you doing here? And how’d you get out of your cage?”

“Kris let him out,” Daisy informed them. Everyone’s gaze turned on her and she opened her mouth to defend herself, but Deke got there first.

“Well, I let myself out, but thanks very much for your concern,” Deke snarked. “Kris didn’t actually help that much.”

Well that wasn’t true at all; Deke had been helpless without her. It seemed he was back to his usual arrogant, lying self, Kris thought. But then she caught the furious glares Coulson and Mack were sending Deke’s way. Was Deke trying to protect her from their anger?

“Well, the gang’s all here except May,” Yo-Yo interjected.

“Except May,” Coulson spoke in time with her. “She was taken to the surface?” he asked Fitz.

Fitz looked down, delaying before replying. “Yeah.” 

“That’s a good thing.”

“Is it?” Daisy asked incredulously.

“We need alcohol for his wound,” Jemma interrupted, clearly not listening to the conversation.

“I’ll see if Flint can find something.” Mack pushed Deke out of the way roughly and walked off.

“Flint?” Kris asked Coulson. “You found him?”

“Yeah, he’s been hiding here with us.”

Kris breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god he’s safe.”

“Oh no,” Mack’s voice echoed through the room as he came back. “He’s gone.”

“Shit,” Kris cursed as she headed straight for the doors. “Come on, let’s go find him.”

Mack followed behind her but they were stopped by Daisy.

“Wait, let’s think about this. Fitz is injured, we need people to stay while he gets patched up.”

“So?” Kris prompted.

“Mack and I will go,” Daisy suggested. “Small team, less noticeable.”

“Two of you against who knows how many Kree? Not happening,” Kris responded. 

“Exactly,” Coulson agreed. “I’ll go too.”

“But, sir –”

“He’s right,” Fitz cut her off. “We can’t afford you or Yo-Yo getting caught and also losing your powers.”

“Wait, what?” Kris, Yo-Yo, and Coulson asked simultaneously. 

Daisy pulled back her hair, revealing something on – no, in her neck.

“Kasius put this implant in me,” she explained. “Only the person with the remote can turn my powers on again.”

As horrifying as it was, for the briefest moment Kris thought about how nice that would be. Being able to turn off your powers and not worry about losing control. She was almost jealous.

Almost. Having no powers didn’t help them right now. In fact, it put them at a disadvantage. 

Daisy, Coulson, and Mack left to look for Flint. The others waited in tense silence until they heard distant gunshots. Deke rushed to lock the second pair of doors so they wouldn’t be taken by surprise. Moments later, the others ran through the main door. Mack shut it behind him.

“Everyone here?” he checked in.

“Yeah, we’re all accounted for.” Coulson scanned the room.

“Well, most of me anyway,” Fitz joked.

“Mr and Mrs Boba Fett will be here any minute,” Daisy stated.

“So what do we do now?” Jemma asked, looking to Coulson.

“We escape via the Trawler,” he said.

“Escape to where?” Deke interrupted loudly.

“The surface. All signs have been pointing us there. The Kree won’t follow us there, and you don’t have to follow us there either.” Coulson jabbed a finger in Deke’s direction.

“Hey man,” Deke stepped forward, “I already told you that I’m in, to go out with you.”

“No one’s getting out of here if they catch us first,” Yo-Yo reminded them.

There was a loud thud as a large rock flew across the room, blocking the door. Everyone fell silent and turned to Flint, who had his arm outstretched. The kid had really gotten the hang of controlling his new powers.

“Less arguing, more figuring out what the hell we’re going to do,” he demanded.

~~~

More rocks thudded against the door, piled high now. They heard someone throwing their weight against the other side of the door. Coulson gave the blockade an approving look.

“That ought to buy us some time.” Suddenly, a hole was blown in the wall, surprising everyone. “Or not.”

Another hole was created, making everyone jump. Debris scattered across the floor as the holes continued to appear. Mack pulled Flint aside.

“I thought I told you not to go out there,” he scolded the kid.

“You told me to use my powers to protect people!” Flint argued. 

“This isn’t your problem to fix.”

“It is my problem. They’re after me!”

“And me,” Daisy, Jemma, and Kris added at the same time.

“I don’t think they’re going to be picky about who they kill,” Yo-Yo interjected.

“We can’t leave with this place surrounded,” Daisy said.

“Come on,” Coulson looked around, “a room full of secret agents, scientists, and superheroes. Someone give me something.”

“We stand our ground and fight,” Yo-Yo suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Kris agreed.

“Yeah, with what?” Fitz asked, leaning against the wall. “Rocks and rubbish?”

A particularly loud blast caused Kris to flinch. The noise was getting on her nerves.

“I can fight with rocks.” Flint shrugged.

“How else do you propose to get out of here?” Yo-Yo challenged.

“We don’t go out. We go up,” Deke chimed in.

“There’s no elevators here.” Coulson spread his arms out.

Deke took off his belt buckle and held it up. “Then we make our own elevator with this.”

Another loud bang made Coulson glance over his shoulder. There were a lot of holes now.

“A belt buckle?” Fitz asked, unconvinced.

“It’s an anti-gravity device,” Jemma explained. 

Deke walked over to the chimney where the rocks were stacked and the others followed. The blasts were getting louder and the wall was crumbling away fast.

“This chute leads directly to the drop bay under the Trawler,” Deke pointed out. “We can get to the airlock from there.”

“We use the device to create a gravity well,” Jemma concluded.

“Will it work?” Mack asked.

“Yeah it’ll work.” Deke ducked his head into the chute, checking out the height.

Coulson shrugged. “It’s our best option at this point.”

“I’ll go first,” Deke offered. “I’ll show you how it works. And then I’ll drop the puck down, the next person can come up.” 

He moved into position but was stopped by Coulson.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he and Daisy yelled at the same time as they shoved him away from the chute.

“No. Not a chance,” Daisy continued as she stole the puck from him. “I’m not gonna let you use us as bait while you make your grand escape. Fitzsimmons, you’re up.” She handed the device to them then glared at Deke. “You’re last.”

Deke glanced around, realising nobody was going to take his side. His gaze fell on Kris and she just shrugged. He looked … almost hurt by her indifference. But she didn’t really care. Just because they had hooked up doesn’t mean she trusted him.

“Once more unto the breach.” Fitz stepped inside the chute as another hole was blasted through the wall.

“Allons-y,” Jemma joked, referencing Doctor Who.

She stepped inside too and wrapped her arms around Fitz. She turned the device on and floated up the chute. Flint jumped as another loud bang echoed through the room. Mack squeezed his shoulder, reassuring him.

Coulson caught the puck and offered it to Yo-Yo. “Alright Yo-Yo, you’re up next. Let’s keep it moving.”

“Sir, do you still have that gun?” Kris asked.

“Yeah, why?” Coulson turned to her as Yo-Yo disappeared up.

“We don’t know how many are waiting for us out there. I might be able to take a few of them out before they get inside.”

“Shooting through the holes?” Coulson raised an eyebrow.

Kris shrugged. “I’m a good shot.”

“Alright.” Coulson held out the gun. “But don’t injure them, it’ll just antagonise them. If you’re going to shoot, shoot to kill.”

Kris hesitated, staring at the gun. But as another hole appeared, she grabbed it and stalked toward the wall. “Yes, sir.”

She went to one of the first holes and peeked through. The Kree had made their way across the wall, damaging it as they went and getting closer to the door. She crept along, drawing near where they were standing. A Kree with black paint over his eyes lifted a gun and held it against the wall, making another hole. Behind him stood the woman, Sinara, watching coldly. They were standing too close to the wall so Kris was at the wrong angle to aim for them.

Mack and Flint headed up next. Another bang, another hole.

Kris placed the barrel of the gun at the hole next to the one she was looking through. She aimed it at one of the Kree guards standing behind Sinara. She took the shot.

Blue blood splattered across the wall behind the guards. The Kree slumped to the floor, a bloody hole in his forehead.

Without hesitation, Kris turned the gun on the other guard, shooting him in the head too. Sinara snarled while the Kree with the gun aimed at her.

Kris jumped out of the way, the piece of wall where her chest had been crumbled away. She risked another quick glance into the corridor. Three more guards arrived from around the corner and Kris swore. The Kree with the gun kept shooting at her so she rushed back to the others.

Daisy went up next. Kris handed the gun back to Coulson.

“Two down. Two very angry. And three on the way.”

“You want to deal with them?”

“Can’t get the right angle.” She caught the look Coulson gave her. “Oh, you meant that. Sure.”

“No. No way. Bad idea,” Deke interrupted swiftly. 

“As long as don’t see me –”

“Absolutely not. Do you have a death wish?” he hissed.

Coulson caught the device. “Kris, you’re up.”

“No, you first. If they break through, I can handle them. Go,” she urged.

He hesitated but stepped inside. Kris turned to face the damaged wall, watching in case it fell away. Deke waited for the puck to be thrown down. 

As he was handing the puck to her, he froze, eyes darting to the wall. Then Kris heard it – a faint beeping. Realising the wall was about to blow up, Kris grabbed Deke and dragged him into the chute with her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him close, and activated the device.

They floated up together, and Coulson helped them climb out. Below them, they heard an explosion. Deke quickly closed the door to the chute.

“I’m the last one,” he announced to the group. “You satisfied?” 

“You sure they can’t follow us?” Jemma asked, glancing behind her nervously.

“No, they can definitely follow us. But it’s gonna take ‘em a while.”

“Alright,” Coulson called their attention, “so, you ready to take this thing out?”

They all turned to Deke. He looked around, surprised.

“What? Me?” He pointed at himself. “I’m not a pilot.”

“What? You don’t know how to fly this thing?” Daisy put her hands on her hips.

“I never said I did.” Deke scoffed. Then he hopped inside the hangar and began climbing down the bright yellow ladder while everyone stared in silence.

“Oh, wonderful,” Kris mumbled sarcastically. 

“Okay. What about you, Flint?” Coulson asked. “Wasn’t Virgil giving you flying lessons?”

“Well, yeah,” the boy replied. “And I'm not bad, but … uh … I’m not leaving with you guys.”

“What do you mean you’re not leaving with us?” Mack asked, shocked. “You have to. This whole station will kill you on sight.”

“He’s right, kid,” Kris added. “This place isn’t safe for you anymore.”

“Was it ever?” Flint scoffed, then turned back to Mack. “Look, you told me to use my powers to protect people, right? They’re in this mess because of me. I can’t just abandon them. I’m gonna figure out a way to get them out of it.”

The earnestness in his voice made Kris’ heart ache. The kid had a good heart and admirable goals, but it was going to get him killed. And she knew that look in his eyes – a look that told her there was nothing they could say to dissuade him.

Mack and Yo-Yo exchanged a glance, silently coming to the same decision.

“Okay,” Mack said gently. “Well, I guess we’re gonna have to come up with a plan, then, don’t we?”

“‘We’?” Flint frowned.

“Yeah, we. Remember what I told you? I’m here if you need me. I got you.”

“Me too,” Yo-Yo added, smiling.

“Wait, Mack.” Coulson hopped out of the hangar. “What about never splitting up?”

“Yeah, I know, sir. But I'm not leaving him behind.” Mack paused briefly. “Look, we’ll handle things here. You get to the surface and figure out what the hell all this is about.”

Coulson considered it for a moment. Then he clapped Mack on the shoulder. “Be safe.” 

“I’ll see you soon,” Mack replied.

Daisy hugged Yo-Yo then patted Mack’s arm, smiling at Flint. The others got into the Trawler but Kris hesitated. She stepped forward and hugged Mack tightly. He had always been there for her, always had her back no matter what. She understood why he was staying behind – it was who he was. But she had never had a chance to hug him before, to show him how much she cared about him. And, after the initial surprise, he hugged her back. 

When she pulled away, she smiled. “You really do give the best hugs.” Mack chuckled at that. ��Please be careful,” she continued, more serious.

“You know I will be.” Mack ruffled her hair. “You stay safe too, Trouble.”

Kris nodded, then turned to Yo-Yo. She hugged her too. Although they didn’t always see eye to eye, Kris cared about Yo-Yo as well. They had been through a lot together, and had bonded over the experience and consequences of Terrigenesis. 

“I’ll look after him.” Yo-Yo smirked.

“Look after yourself, too.”

They turned away, going their separate ways. Fitz stopped Mack and Yo-Yo before they left, wanting one last word with them.

Kris climbed down into the Trawler while Daisy and Coulson took their seats in the cockpit.

“So, taking off is easy enough,” Coulson narrated, flipping switches. “Docking is the hard part, and landings – that’s impossible on account of these ships weren’t built with landing gear.”

Kris, Deke, Jemma, and Fitz (who had now joined them) hunched over, watching him, holding on to the wall of the ship for support. They all exchanged worried glances.

“So, you have no idea what you’re doing,” Daisy concluded.

“I got a flying car. How different can it be?” Coulson smiled.

“Great,” Daisy mumbled.

“Wait, you have a flying car?” Kris asked incredulously. “How did I not know this!”

“Oops, must have forgotten to mention it.” Coulson shrugged, still smiling cheerfully.

Okay, he sounded far too blasé about this whole situation. More concerned looks were thrown about before the others moved away to find their own seats. They stumbled as the take off was a bit bumpy.

“Hold on,” Coulson advised them as they exited the hangar.

~~~

The flight over the surface was relatively smooth. As Jemma and Fitz strapped into the available seats, Kris and Deke stayed standing, holding on to the backs of the pilots’ seats to steady themselves.

Kris looked out the window at the surface of the planet. It was brown and barren, nothing but jagged hills rising from the plane and deep canyons snaking across the flat areas. Sparse grey clouds floated between the planet and their ship, while they avoided the rocky debris flying past them.

It shocked her. Seeing the view of the whole planet from afar in Deke’s bar was one thing, but seeing it up close was something else. The weight of how much had been lost hit her again. Her eyebrows knitted together somberly, too preoccupied to notice Deke staring at her again.

Without warning, the lights flickered and the ship was thrown forcefully to the side. Kris collided with the wall of the cockpit, hitting her shoulder badly. She gripped the back of Daisy’s seat tighter.

“Okay, so not exactly like a flying car,” Coulson yelled.

“Ya think!?” Deke yelled back. “We are so stupid!”

He ducked and grabbed Kris’ arm, pulling her away from the cockpit.

“So much for smooth sailing,” Daisy added.

“Hang on!” Coulson shouted over his shoulder as the ship descended into the clouds.

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Take a Chance on Me Chapter 7: SOS - on AO3

~

Everything is a whirlwind right before the rehearsal dinner, which is an event in and of itself.

~

It’s three-thirty when Lee tackles Wheeler into the sand, distracting him from panicking about whatever Eddie and Danny were doing without him and from punching Danny in the face.

“Wheely!” he yells.

“Hey, man,” Wheeler laughs, hugging him tight. He doesn’t even mind the sand getting in his swimsuit. “When’d you get in?”

“Like, thirty seconds ago,” he says.

“Why the hell didn’t you put a bathing suit on?” Danny asks.

Lee stares. “Did you not hear me say I legit just got in?” He nods to Wheeler. “Asked your dad where I could find you, dropped off my stuff in the room, and came down here.”

“Well, in that case.” Danny runs at him and spears him into the sand. Wheeler runs after him, helping Danny get Lee up so they can toss him into the ocean.

They dive over each other, laughing, and Wheeler feels his anxiety lessen. They catch Lee up on what’s happened so far, Danny going into excruciating detail about his hookup with Eddie. It reminds Wheeler of his freshman year of college, when the three of them spent a week during winter break running around town. Like when they were still kids.

Until, of course, Danny gets a phone call. They’re all stretched out under the sun, and Wheeler doesn’t even roll over when he hears the ring.

“I don’t like that look,” Wheeler says.

Danny looks smug. It doesn’t quite tell Wheeler enough, though. Danny always looks smug. “I told you, you’ll be calling me Uncle Danny by the end of the weekend.” He winks. “I’ll be back, boys.”

Lee and Wheeler watch him walk back up to the hotel. “He really does manage to bag the weirdest dudes,” Lee says, sounding almost impressed.

“I know.” Wheeler begins walking along the beach, avoiding the sharper shells. “His track record is terrible.”

Lee looks like he’s off in another world, seeing something mildly horrifying. “He fucked your uncle.”

“At least it wasn’t you,” Wheeler says, because he has to find some sort of positive here.

Lee laughs. “I mean. Straight, but thanks?” He picks up a rock and skips it across the ocean. “I mean, I could totally pull guys. If I wanted to.”

“If you wanted to, yeah,” Wheeler says. “But you have literally never wanted to.”

“I like boobs too much, I think,” Lee muses. “I think that’s why me and Stat get along so well.” He turns to Wheeler. “When’s her flight get in, anyway?”

“Soon, I think, around four or five, but she’s getting a Lyft here.” Wheeler tries to skip his own stone, but it sinks almost immediately. “She’s bringing her girlfriend.”

“The gamer?” Lee asks. “Cool. Good to finally meet her.”

Wheeler tries again, with a shell. It skips this time, twice. He feels a little proud of it. “How many drinks in do you think Kris’ll be before she tells the story about how she and Nyla got together?”

Lee does a messy handstand in the sand, a mediocre attempt to emulate Kris, but clear nonetheless. “And then she thought I was a cosplayer, and I thought she was an engineer!”

They take turns throwing shells as far as they can into the ocean, Wheeler just barely beating Lee out with a big motherfucker that he has to spin to throw right, until Mox and Claudio show up.

“Hey, kid, long time no see,” says Mox. Lee turns and rushes at him, hugging him tight.

“Yeah. Music’s kept me busy.”

“No kidding!” Mox says. “Wheels plays your song all the time.”

“Tiger style, baby!” Claudio says. They all look at him. He’s the love of Wheeler’s life and whatever, but the man trying to sound cool like that just feels…wrong.

“You tried,” Wheeler says, patting Claudio on the cheek.

“We listen to it!” Claudio says. “I promise!”

“Nah, it’s fine, dude,” Lee says. He claps Claudio on the shoulder. “You ready, man? Tomorrow night!”

Claudio beams so bright it makes Wheeler light up on the inside. “So ready,” he sighs. He grabs Wheeler’s hand and pulls him in to his side, wrapping him in his favorite kind of hug.

“Claudio and I were talking about the table settings.”

Wheeler tries not to roll his eyes. He fails.

“So I want my kid’s wedding to be perfect!” Mox says, throwing his hands in the air. “So sue me!"

"I know you guys care about the tables and the decorations or whatever, but I don’t give a shit.”

“Okay, the decorations are all him,” Mox says, thumbing at Claudio. “I just want to make sure nobody starts a fist fight over dinner.”

Wheeler avoids Claudio’s eyes.

It’s not missed, though. Claudio stares at him. “What?”

“Well,” Wheeler says, “you and Uncle Eddie aren’t gonna start shit, right?”

Claudio’s jaw drops. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh, says the guy who took a swing at my uncle at dinner two years ago.” The words are out before Wheeler can stop them. He gets a glimpse of Lee escaping silently and, honestly, he doesn’t blame him at all.

His dad exhales. “Whoa.”

“He made fun of my accent!”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “You made fun of his first!”

“I didn’t understand him!”

“It’s not that hard!”

Claudio laughs, a little mean. “He was talking fast, and I got confused. He could have shown me a little respect.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go,” Mox says.

Wheeler knows he has to stop this before it ramps up, knows, logically, that this argument is never going to go anywhere, but he can never stop himself. “He’s my Uncle!”

“I’m your fiancé!”

Wheeler groans, running a hand through his hair. “Why does this always become a thing again?!”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Claudio says, “because your uncle’s an asshole.”

“Only me and Dad are allowed to call him an asshole,” Wheeler says. He can’t tamp down the anger. He wants to. He can’t.

Claudio sighs. He takes a step back, and Wheeler wants to follow him. But he knows he can’t. “Baby,” he says, voice gentle, “we’re both stressed. We’re both tired.” He smiles, something gentle and exhausted. “Let’s just – let’s take some time for ourselves, okay? Sheamus and Drew will be here soon, and I need to catch up with them. Maybe take some space to cool down.”

Wheeler nods, feeling a little rejected anyway. “Uh, yeah. Right. Kris’ll be here anyway, too, so…” He trails off, unsure of how to tell Claudio that, if he doesn’t get a kiss goodbye, it’ll feel like his heart’s walking away.

Claudio steps up to him and presses a kiss to Wheeler’s forehead, nose, then lips. Gentle. Sacred. Safe. “I love you,” he says. “Always.

“Love you always,” Wheeler says. And his heart feels a little lighter. A little.

~

He walks up the beach stairs near the hotel to find Lee sitting at the table with Kris and Nyla, mid laugh. Danny, however, is glowering, pouting like his life depends on it.

“What did you do to the resident dumbass?” Wheeler asks, leaning down to hug Kris. “Also, hi, missed you, how’s my favorite NASA engineer?”

“Great, and mocking him about nailing Eddie,” Kris says. “Nyla, you remember Wheeler?”

“Course I do!” she says. She bumps his fist, grinning. “Congrats, dude.”

“Thanks,” Wheeler says. “Wedding planning sucks. Elope, if you get a chance.”

Kris blushes, just a little, but Nyla’s solid when she nods seriously and says, “Noted.”

“Anyway, tell me all about how you’re roasting Danny,” Wheeler says, kicking his legs up on Kris’ lap. “He got a phone call and made a weird face, so I thought it was Eddie.”

Danny shakes his head. “Nah, it was my mom. I was just messing with you.”

“Aw, he looks disappointed,” Kris says, leaning in and booping his nose. “Do you miss him?”

“No, it’s just a hookup, Jesus,” Danny grumbles. “Look, I’m not ashamed. He’s hot.”

“Ew. He’s old,” says Kris.

“You don’t even like men,” Danny says back, sticking his tongue out at her. “You don’t get an opinion.”

She rolls her eyes. “I think you’re being sexist.”

Danny blinks, and Wheeler grins at the confusion. He always likes it when Danny gets taken off guard. And he’s almost always off guard when Kris is around.

“So,” Nyla says, “tell me about everything. How’d you and your fiancé meet?”

Wheeler grins, relaxing into the chair.

“Oh, god, I know that look,” Lee says. “Here we go.”

“I won’t do the long story this time, I promise,” Wheeler says, and he doesn’t plan on making it a lie. “So, my dad owns a gym, right? One day it was pouring really bad. I was closing up early, because it was clear no sane person was going to brave the storm to come get their ass handed to them by a trainer. And then this fucking Adonis starts banging on the door.”

“I like where this is going,” Nyla says, grinning.

“Don’t encourage him to make the story longer,” Lee chides. “He’ll talk about this for, like, a decade if you let him.”

“I think it’s sweet,” says Danny. “Plus, next I’ll tell you all the story about how Eddie and I –”

Kris shoves her hand over Danny’s mouth. “Keep going, Wheeler.”

“Well, I let him in, because duh, and he looked super confused. He started speaking German, at first, which made me wonder if I had a stroke, and then said,” Wheeler pauses, letting the memory wash over him. “‘Hello, sir, mind if I take solace in your gym?’ And I was sold.”

“More like he took solace in your –”

“Danny…”

“What!” Danny says, pouting at Lee. “I was gonna say heart!”

“Well, that’s just frickin’ adorable.” Nyla says. “Me and Kris just met because we both thought the other was a twitter mutual.”

“Your story’s cute, too,” Wheeler insists. “I like how…” He trails off. “Oh.”

His friends follow his gaze, and three things happen at once. Danny gasps, Bryan meets Wheeler’s eyes, and the alarm on his phone goes off.

“Who the fuck is that?” Danny asks. His tone is something Wheeler’s heard way too many times before.

“Possibly my dad, now shut the fuck up before I brain you,” Wheeler says, low and fast. He stands up and takes a few steps toward Bryan. “Uh, hi, Bryan. Good to see you.”

He nods, slowly. “Good to see you, too.”

“I’d talk longer, but the rehearsal dinner’s coming up, and I have to get ready.” He shoots Bryan what he hopes is a winning, son-like smile. “But, uh. After the dinner, maybe we could talk?”

Bryan nods again, like he’s considering every moment that passes as a test. Wheeler feels strangely studied. “Of course.” He walks away.

“Jesus, that guy is intense,” Kris mutters once Bryan’s walked away.

“No kidding,” Lee says. “Is it really time for the rehearsal dinner?”

Wheeler nods, wiggling his phone. “We have to be there at six thirty, so, yeah.”

They all go their separate ways to their room, and Wheeler is mildly hesitant to run into Claudio after their tiff earlier.

He knocks, and slowly pushes the door open. “Claudio? You in here?” And nearly loses all sense.

Claudio in a suit always gets him, but the soft sage green makes him glow. Wheeler has to remind himself that, not only can he look, he can touch. “Wheeler, what’s –”

“Holy fuck, you’re hot.” Wheeler strides up to Claudio, to his fiancé, to the man he gets to keep for eternity, and hauls him down for the kind of kiss that would get censored on Twitter. Claudio makes a little noise into his mouth, then turns him, the two of them falling into bed.

“You’re covered in sand,” Claudio murmurs, lips against Wheeler’s neck, “how about we get you in the shower?”

“Only if you come with,” Wheeler says. He’s a bit sad at the idea that the suit will have to go, but that means Claudio will be naked, and, honestly, net win. Claudio wraps his arms under Wheeler’s thighs and hauls him up with a grunt that goes straight to Wheeler’s dick.

“Fuck me in the shower?” he asks, a little eagerly.

Claudio takes him to the bathroom, where he strips off the suit and carefully hangs it on the back of the door. “We don’t have the time, now,” he laughs.

“Stop being right,” Wheeler grumbles. “Fine.”

They exchange frantic, desperate blowjobs in the big ass shower. It’s twice the size of the one they have at home in their apartment, roomy and accommodating in convenient ways. Wheeler’s sure he’s got most of the sand off of him by the end of it.

“We’re going to be late,” Claudio says. “You still have to get your hair in order.”

“I would make a bald joke, but you sucked out my brain through my dick, so it’ll have to wait,” Wheeler replies. He grins up at him. “And, plus. It’s our wedding. Party don’t start til we walk in.”

“Is that a music reference?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “I need to make you listen to that naughties playlist again.”

They make it downstairs by 6:30, and to the restaurant at 6:45. Everyone else is already there, but Wheeler thinks a grand entrance might be appropriate for the grooms.

“Look who finally showed up,” Mox says, grinning. “You forgot to mention you invited these three.”

Bryan, Chuck, and Regal are sitting at the other end of the table. And Wheeler blinks. “Uh. I didn’t?”

“Sorry, that was me,” Claudio says. “Is that alright?”

Wheeler scans the motley crew of his people. “Yeah,” he decides. “Yeah, this’ll be good.”

~

The rehearsal dinner is bizarrely stiff, with Mox fidgeting every time one of the other guys looks at him, Kris half asleep on Nyla’s shoulder, and Danny and Eddie exchange glances so heated it makes Wheeler want to cry a little bit into his risotto.

“So, who is in this wedding?” Claudio’s mother asks. She’s a kind lady, eyes bright and reminiscent of Claudio’s. Wheeler’s always liked her. “Tell me about all of your friends, Wheeler.”

Wheeler introduces Kris, Danny, and Lee, who are all on their best behaviors for once in their lives. Danny and Sheamus, who’d met at the engagement party, are talking animatedly about whatever game was on the night before. Wheeler’s not close enough to hear.

But Regal is strangely somber, seated in the dining room across from Wheeler’s grandmother and having what looks like a very stiff conversation. He doesn’t blame him – Wheeler would feel uncomfortable speaking to Claudio’s mom if she didn’t know who he might be, either.

By the end of dinner, everyone is in good spirits. Chuck and Bryan, seated across from each other, have been talking the whole night, so at least they’ve got each other. At dessert, Wheeler notes two very suspicious absences.

“Oh, for the love.” He sighs, and stands up. “Claudio, I have to go to the bathroom. If I don’t come back, it’s because I walked in on Eddie and Danny boning in the bathroom and I died about it.”

Claudio’s expression, while sleepy, is sympathetic. “You want me to go scout it out for you?”

“The fact that you’d make such a sacrifice for me is why I love you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to Claudio’s cheek. “But, no. This I have to do on my own.”

Wheeler knocks as loud as he can on the men’s restroom door before walking in. Unfortunately, it was a futile attempt. Danny is pressed up against the wall with Eddie’s hand around his waist. Wheeler gets an unwelcome eyeful of Eddie going at Danny’s neck, and he can’t hold it back.

“Fucking hell!” he half yells, half squeaks. “This is a public restroom.”

Eddie turns around, looking completely undisturbed. “Kid, you gotta learn to knock.”

“I did knock! Like, seven times!”

Danny looks pink and a little dazed, a stupid little smile on his lips. “He knocked. I just didn’t say anything since you were,” he trails off, eyes dragging down Eddie’s face and settling on his lips, “busy.”

Wheeler forces himself not to gag. Eddie rolls his eyes. “Okay, I’ll leave first because you,” he looks Danny up and down, a little too smug for Wheeler to be comfortable with, “are kind of wrecked. Wheeler, please don’t tell your dad about this.”

Danny pushes himself off the wall and practically floats over to Eddie. “We could tell him,” he says. “Like, when we dance at the wedding?”

Eddie groans. “I – fuck, okay, but not yet.”

Danny immediately settles the second Eddie’s out the door, going back to his normal expression. “God, he’s fun to mess with.”

“Please don’t tell me that,” Wheeler groans. “Go – go eat dinner and be nice to my grandma. For some reason she loves you.”

Danny nods and leaves, and Wheeler is left alone for a few glorious minutes. Sure, a bathroom isn’t to die for, but alone for a brief respite from being in front of everybody is better than nothing.

He takes his time adjusting his hair, fixing his tie, before going back out. Dessert is at the table and, mercifully, it looks like almost everybody is fixated on that.

Chatter is quiet and unfocused as everyone finishes up. Mox hugs Wheeler and Claudio and takes his mother back to the hotel, and the older relatives get their leftovers and make their way out of the restaurant.

“Alright,” Claudio says, after Kris has finished her story about the star she discovered by accident, “I think the restaurant is going to go after us if we stay much longer.”

Wheeler follows his gaze and, sure enough, a few of the waitstaff keep glaring at their tables. Wheeler already made sure to leave a massive tip.

He finishes his last goodbye to the relatives, and Bryan steps up to him. “Before you go,” he says, tone quiet and serious, “I was hoping we could talk.”

Wheeler looks behind him at Claudio, who begins to walk over. “Yeah, just, uh. Give me a second, okay?” He gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile to Bryan. “Don’t – don’t leave or anything?”

Bryan nods, but he still has that expression like he’s trying to read Wheeler’s mind and not finding what he wants to hear.

Wheeler steps around him. “Hey. Uh. Are you okay if I – if I wait a little bit so I can talk to Bryan?”

Slowly, Claudio nods. “Just, promise me something.”

“Anything,” Wheeler says automatically.

Claudio looks almost sad as he reaches out and cups Wheeler’s cheek. “Just remember what this weekend is about, okay?”

Wheeler’s heart drops a little. “Oh, god. No, Claudio, I know this is about us. Our wedding. I know that.”

He nods. “I know you know it. I just,” he sighs, “you’re getting really caught up in this thing with your other dads. I don’t want you to get so focused on that and get disappointed if things don’t go the way you want.”

He refuses to let himself be hurt by what he’s worried Claudio might be saying. “What does that mean?” Wheeler asks.

“Just that, maybe, you won’t know which one of them is your other dad before tomorrow night.” Claudio looks a little less sad now, at least. “And I want to make sure you’re okay with that.” He takes his hand away, flexing. His eyes miss Wheeler’s, some sort of anxiety behind them that he’s never seen before. “That – that you’ll still want to get married, even if your other dad isn’t the one who is going to walk you down the aisle.”

In that moment, Wheeler realizes how shortsighted he’d been. “Claudio, I swear,” he says, grabbing his hands, “this isn’t just – I’m marrying you even if a meteor falls on my head. Okay?” He tries to make it clear: he’s here for Claudio, and everything else is just icing on the cake.

Claudio nods. “Yeah, I know.” He leans in and kisses Wheeler on the head. “You take care of yourself, okay? Sheamus, Drew, and I are going to get some drinks.”

Wheeler nods. “Have fun.” He watches Claudio walk out, turning for one last wave, and he manages a smile. He makes his way back to Bryan. “Sorry I took so long.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bryan says firmly, “he’s the one you’re marrying tomorrow. I’m just here to help.”

Wheeler nods. “So, uh. What’s up?”

“I wanted to let you know, even if I’m not your – your other dad,” he pauses, sighing, “I want you to know that I’m here for you. If you want to do a DNA test, if you don’t, whatever works for you.” He fiddles with his hands. Even with the anxiety, he has an air about him of confidence, of proficiency. He looks up, and Wheeler hopes he has the same determination in his eyes. “You just let me know what you need from me, alright?”

Wheeler wishes he had an answer to that. “I, uh. Actually, I was thinking the guy who is my dad could walk me down the aisle.”

Bryan, for the first time since learning Wheeler’s last name, looks shocked. “Right. You said that.” He nods again, like he’s trying to convince himself. “I just. I didn’t think that was still on the table.”

“I understand if that’s – if it’s not something you’re comfortable with,” Wheeler says. And he won’t betray how much he wants Bryan to agree to it. He won’t.

“I’d be happy to,” Bryan says, and he looks so earnest and genuine that Wheeler lets himself believe, just for a moment, that this is his other father. And he’s proud to claim that title. “But I have to ask, do you know who your other father is yet?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “No clue.”

Bryan offers a sympathetic smile. “Well, let me know if anything else comes up. Not sure how much information we can get in the next twenty-four hours.”

“I kind of thought I’d know him when I’d see him,” Wheeler confesses. “And then I saw all three of you at once, and I still had no clue.”

Bryan claps him on the shoulder, reassuring, and paternal, if Wheeler lets himself pretend. “Don’t stress about it, is my advice. Go enjoy your last night stag, kid. I’ll be here in the morning.”

Wheeler smiles at him, and waves as he walks away.

Before he’s able to get back to his seat, somebody yanks his arm. “Is it him?”

[crosby-interesting]

I wish puckbunnyparlor was still active so I could log in and send you all the old tea on Kris from back in the day. He never meant to stay with Catherine, there was major drama when she got pregnant because she was purely a hometown hookup and he had to move her to Pittsburgh with him.

I miss pbp too

[saucyjothoughts]

Drunk sex with Kris

(nsfw under the cut)

You were Maks' friend, really. His big brother was cool and nice to you in passing but he always seemed distant, unobtainable. Until the night you obtained him. You don't even remember who's fault it was, whether it was you or him who made the first move. But you'd woken up at sunrise, nude in his bed, your thigh draped over his, a dozen unread messages about where you'd disappeared to from the house party and that raw, bruised feeling between your legs. You didn't talk about it. To this day, you still don't know if Maks ever found out. It was just a one time thing. Wasn't it? Until you're back here again, your lips sweet with rum, and you catch his eyes on your body from across the room and a shiver runs down your spine at the sudden memory of him moaning your name behind your ear. You hold out as long as you can, trying to control your urges, but only a few hours later you're back in his room, under him. Everything is fuzzy, clumsy in the darkness but the closeness of him is so real, so good, your whole world taken over by his slurred profanities and his skin against yours, reckless and urgent, again and again and again and you know this is a bad idea and you'll regret it in the morning but in your drunk mind, all that matters is tonight, this moment, and burying his cock deep into you until he breaks.

[nikkiruncks]

Can I please have a Ditch (Delilah x Mitch) endgame drabble please?

Ok so basically, in my verse they already know each other since Delilah has been Kris’ bestie since childhood and Mitch is Kris’ cousin and they’re in the same friend group. (Just wanna give a little background)

(I suggest not reading if you hate spoilers)

So in my pilot episode, I’ll start by them handing out at the bar with friends. Basically, Kris and Betsy would be dancing, Ridge is off with some girl, Serena is dancing with a guy, Kelly and Ryland are being Kelly and Ryland, etc. So Delilah and Mitch would be sitting at the booth, drinking. Mitch would start saying about how boring this is and how he’d kill to be Ridge right now. Delilah would chuckle and roll her eyes. They’d both look at all the couples dancing. Mitch would be like ‘I love my friends and am supportive of what makes them happy, but dating sounds exhausting.’ Delilah would chuckle and agree with him. Mitch would say that it would be nice to hookup. He and Delilah would then give each a look and stare intensely. They decide to make a deal about having a one night thing and to never tell anyone. But by the next episode, it’d be shown that they just can’t stop nor stay way from one another. Eventually Kris and Ridge would find out. Kris would horrified and be like ‘my best friend and my cousin’??? Ridge would’ve already sensed something tho.

They’d keep hooking up for the rest of the season but also have some romantic moments. By season two, they’d basically be dating without knowing it. Literally everyone would catch on. One day, Delilah realizes that the reason why she was fine with them just being a hookup was that it was never one in the first place. She’d barge into Kristie’s house and rant to her about it. Kristie would be like ‘just tell Mitch that you don’t want to be his girlfriend’ but then she’d notice Delilah’s facial expressions and realize that she actually has feelings for Mitch. Kris would encourage Delilah to tell Mitch but Delilah would refuse, worrying that he may not feel the same way. That same day, Delilah would go on a walk and bump into Mitch. She’d confess her feelings for him and the try to walk away but Mitch would stop her say that he likes her too. They then kiss and eventually go on their first date which is just watching tv.

[stylesunchained]

And you know what the worst part is? There are no sources 🗣🗣🗣🗣 the source is the voices in the reporter’s mind. I understand the anxiety given all the bullcrap but it’s literally in the past. Both of them. Gone. Let it stay there and stop bringing it up.

More like the sources are the money in the tabloids pockets. All of those people who talked non stop about it for days and now they're the SAME people who complain about it, they made it very easy for those tabloids. This wouldn't have happened if people would know when to shut up. And now they blame Kendall, Kris, Jeff, Cockface and even Harry himself. HARRY who just came out of a terrible situation and just three days after the announcement of his literall FREEDOM everyone freaked out about Kendall and now LOOK! And they blame everyone but themselves.

They can’t blame anyone but themselves, yes, and they encourage tabloids and now DeuxMoi to talk about it. Meanwhile, I’ve been literally chilling trying to get back to enjoying things again and instead of talking about him, I’m discussing the melting hag and the 7 year old hookup.

[jenncrkendall]

kendall nicole jenner is a 28 year old model & socialite, with her birthday being november 3rd, 1995. she is heterosexual, currently single & open to all connections below + more.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇

ride or die

best guy friend

hookup turned friend

acquaintance

party buddy — isabela merced

more friends than bennies — zayn malik

former friend — dua lipa

hookup turned platonic soulmate — glen powell

close friends

fast friends

role model

girl squad — sydney sweeney

good influence

bad influence

gym buddy

friends who hooked up

new friends

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂/𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇

exes on good terms

exes on flirty terms — harry styles

exes on bad terms

friendly exes

went on a date

casual hookup

friend with benefits

drunken mistake

sexual tension

flirtationship

pr relationship

unrequited crush — tom holland

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

rival

frenemy

hateship

mutual dislike — sabrina carpenter, taylor swift

professional competition

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋

parents — kris jenner & caitlyn jenner

siblings — too many to list

children — n/a

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

mutuals on social media

matched on a dating app

neighbor

roommate

[thecaviarpen]

why’d you pick the specific ships?

Krissy & a girl but I know she loves a brunette- I think she's bored with men

But i also just think she's a demisexual so she'd never be into causal hookups

kris is very much demi. i thought about making a list of everyone’s sexual/romantic settings

[mysteriouslytransparentwombat]

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[asteroidtroglodyte]

[except from GrimDark, May 23 2022]

Have you heard about that book that’s supposed to drive you insane???

The first time I caught wind of Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves, I was sitting in a coffee shop with a friend. We were discussing horror novels when she brought up the supposedly sanity-shattering story, and neither of us had read it at the time.

(Good for you two I guess but that doesn’t help me)

Close to ten years passed, but the memory of her question stuck with me and led me to finally pick up a copy of my own. While my mind is disappointingly intact after a readthrough-

(Some guys get all the breaks)

-I still found it to be one of the most unsettling and unconventional haunted house stories ever written.

House of Leaves is a story in layers, each created by a different character-

{-cruising with Kris and Venus around Venice, looking for a spot to smoke a bowl, usual Tuesday afterschool stuff; Venice Beach is surrounded by all these alleys and all kinds of shady business used to go down in ‘em: drug deals, drug use, the occasional day drunk vagrant hookup. Not to disparage; Kris, Venus and I, we were the day drunk vagrants, you know? I hooked up with Venus all the damn time back then, good times, you could forget the world and lose yourself in the ecstasy of the sublime in that little sliver of paradise inbetween her thighs, even in a dingy alleyway, even reek with pot. }

(Yea man that’s how stories work now help me)

-At its core, we have The Navidson Record, a documentary about renowned photojournalist [WILL NAVIDSON], his wife girlfriend [KAREN], and their two children, moving into a new home-

(Inside Out Plot. Been done. HELP ME)

-Things take an eerie turn when Navidson discovers that his house is one quarter of an inch larger on the inside than the outside.

(MY MANS DONT DONT EVEN KNOW)

{But Kris was rolling the joint when I see this. Fucking. Book. Just sitting in the middle of the road. with a big fucking bloodstain in all the pages. Had to knock it against a wall a few times to knock the crust off and get the pages apart. Kris thought it was super cool but Venus gave me a look that felt like being separated from god so I threw it away. }

When the couple finds a new closet in their bedroom, perfectly black and utterly featureless, they start to get scared. The nightmare truly begins, however, when another door appears in their living room and leads to dark, twisting hallways filled with doors and every indication that someone or something dwells there.

(NO NO NO THERES NOTHING THERE ITS EMPTY YOU FOOLS YOU CANT GO IN THERES NOTHING NOTHING AT ALL IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THERE WAS A MINOTAUR DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE HOUSE CAST HIM OUT HE’S BEEN EXPUNGED [REDACTED] IT HAS A NEW TOY)

(CAN ANYONE FUCKING HEAR ME)

{I loved her. Everyone did. She made you feel special just by smiling at you. We all missed her}

The majority of the book is written as something like an academic paper on the Navidson Record by the blind recluse Zampanò. Me

Weird.

Took some measurements, and it looks like my House is one quarter of an inch larger on the inside than on the outside.

I must be doing something wrong. I’ll check it again tomorrow.