#huggy bear's drafts

[captain-huggy-bear]

As a thank you for hitting 500 followers (thank you! I am amazed that that many people want to listen to me ramble about hockey) have a sneak peak of a fake dating friends to lovers thing i'm writing for Quinn that someone requested:

[tiger-balm]

Where did the nickname come from?

"As soon as we drafted him I thought 'hughesy, huggy bear'"

[hhughes]

♡ 𝆬 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

𝓹airing , quinn hughes x bsf!reader

quinn leads the canucks to round 2 of the playoffs and no one is happier than his best friend who is a life long canucks fan. . . (wc ; 1845 )

꒰ 𝓷ote , this is set during last years playoffs. it’s been in the drafts a while!!! as always I hope you enjoy <33 . . . ꒱

your heart jumps in your chest when you feel arms loop around your waist from behind, your mind distracted as you watch the sunrise out quinn’s floor to ceiling apartment windows. your erratic heartbeat calms when you recognize the cologne of your best friend. he tightens his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck and you giggle as his beard scratches against your skin. you wiggle in his arms until you’re fully turned around, looping your arms around his neck and smiling up at him brightly. quinn feels this weird feeling in his stomach looking at you, as if every nerve cell under his skin starts buzzing when he lays eyes on you.

he was forever jealous of how much joy you had in the morning, not because he felt the need to erase his hatred for early mornings, but because he wanted to be the only reason for that expression on your face. he wanted all your smiles to be as a result and directed towards him. that’s how deep quinn’s affection went for you, that he harboured irrational jealousy towards the sun for making you happy. but he’s never been good at sharing his best friend’s attention and affections with anything or anyone else, even his brothers who were utterly obsessed with you when they met you in quinn’s first year on the team, who quinn has always been more than happy to share with. you were the one thing that quinn wanted all to himself.

“good morning sunshine,” you tease, running your hand through his hair and he responds with a simple groan against your neck.

“or should I say… good morning captain of a team who made it to the second round,” you state, pride obvious in your tone and quinn lifts his head to give you a dopey smile.

“there he is!” you tease and quinn squeezes your hip in response before reaching behind you to pick up your cup of coffee.

“um sure, just drink all my coffee, when the full pot is right there,” you say sarcastically and quinn takes another big sip, lips quirking up at your annoyed frown.

“what’s yours is mine. and what's mine is yours, clearly,” quinn says drily, tugging on the edge of his dress shirt that you were wearing and you pout slightly.

“I showered this morning, and it was warm, right from the drier,” you defend and quinn smiles softly, tugging you closer by the material and wrapping you in a bear hug. he just holds you for a few seconds and you smile thinking about the first time you heard the guys refer to quinn as “huggy bear”. your guy’s always loved a good hug.

“I have a team event coming up after the playoffs. like an end of the year banquet type of thing, will you go with me? I know you’ve been to like ten events with me this year and you’re probably sick of them by now so if you don’t want - ” quinn says but you interrupt before he can finish.

“I’d love to go with you. I never get tired of seeing captain quinn in action. I have fun, all I have to do is stand and try to look pretty while you woo people,” you say and quinn scoffs.

“you don’t have to try. you’re always the most beautiful girl in the room. and I don’t know how much wooing I can really do-”

“a lot. these people and this city adores you quinn. I don't think you realise just how much you mean to this organisation,” you say, and quinn feels a lump in his throat building a little as your words hit him. you grew up in Vancouver and you’ve been a diehard canucks fan since you were a kid, so quinn knew you weren’t just saying this because you were his friend and you wanted to make him feel better about himself. you genuinely believed it. and that unwavering faith you had in him meant more than he could ever put into words, so he doesn’t even try and instead just presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, hoping it’ll say everything he can’t seem to articulate.

–

you attend all home games in the second round, just like you did the first, you and ellen cheering until your voices go away all the way until the canucks get eliminated. you were once again amazed by quinn and the graceful way he handled the elimination, knowing it was about progress, not necessarily perfection and the canucks had made tremendous progress this past season with him leading them. of course it didn’t hurt that he had you reminding him of that the few days after the brutal loss, asking you to stay with him while he wraps things up for the end of the season, claiming it was so that the two of you could spend more time together before he heads to michigan for the summer.

it wasn’t unusual for you to stay at quinn’s place though, and you had done so many times over the course of your friendship, and it seems to happen more often as the years go by. you had probably spent more time at his apartment this past month than your own. you don’t even bother staying in the guest room anymore, opting to sleep next to quinn as the two of you always fall asleep while watching a movie or reading side by side in his bed at the end of the night.

you awake like you do most mornings when staying over at quinn’s, with his arm thrown over your stomach, and his soft breaths against your neck, one leg intertwined with yours. you successfully sneak out quietly, going to the living room and doing your daily morning scroll through social media while waiting for quinn to wake up but the bed must have been colder than usual without you because it wasn’t even five minutes after that he woke up and entered the living room with a tired groan, collapsing next to you on the couch and nuzzling his face into your chest as he mumbled, “why you awake so early. come back to bed,”

“quinn,” you say softly, as not to startle him but the hesitancy in your voice makes quinn lift his head and meet your eyes with a sleepy little squint that makes your heart squeeze.

“what’s wrong?” he asks with a yawn, immediately knowing something was bothering you and leaning on his elbow so he can meet your eyes.

“you know how I follow some canuck fan accounts?” you ask and he furrows his brows

“I told you to unfollow them,” he points out, smiling slightly at the guilty look on your face, only realising now his body was plastered to yours but he didn’t want to move and you didn’t look like you were uncomfortable with the closeness, so quinn just snuggled closer, his thumb rubbing soothing patterns on your hip.

“I am ‘nucks fan to my core quinny. I can’t just unfollow them,” you argue as if it’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard and he chuckles slightly at your dramatics.

“you can if what they’re saying upsets you. what you see?” quinn asks, and you hesitate for a second before telling him, knowing his reaction was gonna affect you, whether you wanted it to or not.

“pictures of me and your mom sitting together. and pictures of the two of us leaving the game together. us at dinner with your family and me wearing your jersey. there’s one of us at a bar with the team and we look …” in love, you think but can’t voice it. “cosy. people are speculating that we’re – you know, together.” you explain, biting your lip anxiously and quinn gently tugs it out from between your teeth, running his thumb over it.

“oh,” he replies, distracted by the thumb still against your bottom lip.

“oh? that’s all you're gonna say?” you ask, grabbing his wrist and pulling it down to your stomach again, the way he was caressing your face was way too distracting for the conversation you were trying to have.

“I uh – already saw that. basically everyone I know has sent it to me. my brothers, the team, even my mom,” quinn explains, and it makes sense now why he didn’t seem shocked by the news.

“your mother?” you squeak out, mortified at the thought of his mother reading the things people have been saying online about the two of you.

“yeah. wouldn’t be surprised if she started these rumours herself though. she was excited to say the least, going on and on about how happy she was that we were finally together and that it took me long enough to lock you down” quinn jokes, and your heart warms slightly at his words.

“you’re not - upset by it? I know it’s probably weird –” you start but quinn cuts you off by pressing a gentle and unexpected kiss to your cheek.

“it’s not weird. I’m honoured actually, that people think I have enough game to pull someone as hot as you,” he says and you scoff, rolling your eyes and gently hitting him against the chest.

“be serious,” you scold lightly, picking at the blanket thrown over your lap and he laughs, hand nudging your chin, prompting you to look at him.

“I am serious. you’re way out of my league angel. It’s a bit of a cruel joke that people think you would date me,” he says and you immediately frown, wondering if your best friend must have gotten a concussion somehow in the last 24 hours because there was no way Quinn Hughes actually believed the words coming out of his mouth.

“that’s an utterly ridiculous thing to believe considering you have every quality I love in a man and I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day I met you,” you say without thinking, your cheeks heating up when you realise what you just said, your embarrassment only multiplying when you see the amused grin on his face.

“you have a little crush on me, eh?” he teases, and you sigh lovingly

“quinn, shut up and kiss me already, would you?” you say, and both of you can’t keep the grins off your faces as he leans closer and connects your lips in a sweet, tender, long overdue kiss.

“Your mom was right, you know? It took you long enough to lock me down,” you mumble against his lips and quinn doesn’t even get a chance to respond when the front door suddenly bursts open and ellen walks in.

“Talk of the devil,” quinn mutters and you hide your laugh in his shoulder as his mom observes the position you two currently found yourselves in.

“Hi mrs. Hughes,” you greet her, both you and quinn sending her matching, sheepish smiles.

“Quintin Jerome Hughes, you are such a little liar! I raised you better than lying to your own mother”

[emsdevs]

Bear and Bug

a/n this is the start of the Quinn AU I mentioned :) if y'all like it feel free to send in some thoughts or questions about it so we can build it together!

masterlist | bear and bug masterlist

Growing up, everyone you had ever known swore you’d end up married to Jack Hughes. You couldn’t disagree more. Sure, he was your best friend, practically attached at the hip, but neither of you had ever seen the other that way. If anything, you were closer to being siblings than lovers. Honestly, you were even close with his brothers, considering they were basically a packaged deal.

Luke was like your own younger brother, and you always treated him as such. For as long as you can remember, you have been babying him and making sure his older brothers included him. On the off chance they did exclude Luke, you’d leave them to do their own thing while you spent time with him. 

Quinn, however, never seemed all that brotherly to you. He was never mean to you by any means, protective of you more often than not, but there was just something keeping you from looking at him like a brother. You never understood it, but you also never questioned it, enjoying the teasing relationship you had with the older boy. 

You finally began to understand it during your freshman year of college. With Jack doing his hockey stuff while you were attending school at UMich, you began to get closer to Quinn. You knew he had already been drafted and would be leaving for Vancouver at some point, but for a while, it was nice to have someone you knew at school. Quinn felt the same, enjoying having someone around who didn’t know him only because of hockey. You two found yourselves spending a ton of time together, to the point that when he did eventually leave in March, he called you almost every day. Not long before your summer break started, and Quinn’s off-season, you were speaking to him over the phone. 

“They started calling you what?” you questioned, not sure you’d heard him correctly.

“Huggy Bear. They said I looked cute and snuggly,” he breathed out a laugh as he spoke.

“Oh, I’m definitely stealing that. Huggy Bear,” you teased.

“Oh, yeah? Well, if I’m Huggy Bear, then you’re Cuddle Bug,” he gave it right back to you.

“Quinn where did you even get that?” you let out a belly laugh at the new nickname. You two continued to talk for what felt like hours, keeping one another updated on your lives.

Before you knew it, you two were exclusively calling one another the nicknames. You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually called Quinn “Quinn” unless you were talking to someone else. 

Just a few weeks later you were driving to the Hughes family’s lake house, ready to finally see your best friend before he got drafted and left you for the NHL. However, when you pulled up to the house, Jack wasn’t the brother who met you at your car. It was Quinn, ready and waiting to bundle you up in a long overdue hug.

“Bug!” he had shouted before your car door was even fully opened.

“Bear!” you yelled right back at him, bolting straight for his arms. What you didn’t see was a confused Jack and an even more confused Luke standing on the porch behind Quinn.

“When did they get that close?” Jack wondered aloud.

“What kind of nicknames are those?” Luke asked right back.

Just behind them were their parents in the doorway, realizing you would end up with one of their sons, just not the one they had originally thought.

[hughesybear]

thinking about them (extensive Petey & Quinn thoughts below cut)

so! Hughes and Pettersson, Quinn and Elias, Huggy and Petey. the natural and the savant. the “odd couple” holding out for contracts together in Michigan. named alternate captains at the same time; when Petey was asked about Quinn being named captain, he said “Quinn is the captain and we’re happy.” the two most talented players on the team.

they are so similar in so many ways. quieter personalities, lead-by-example types, relentless drives to improve. people who care deeply about their communities. a perfect fit for the leadership dynamic alongside each other.

Quinn on Petey: “I think our skill sets are complimentary.”

Petey on Quinn: “We think the game very similarly.”

leading up to his draft, Petey broke his shot down into twelve component parts and mastered each one because he knew it was viewed as a weakness; leading up to his Norris-winning season, Quinn improved his shot to the extent that it became a legitimate weapon, and it’s gotten even better this year. the day after he got drafted, Petey came back to the Canucks’ draft table for the later rounds to learn about their process and the players they were picking after him; the offseason after playing the Predators in the playoffs, Quinn consulted with Allvin to sign Sherwood, who has been an amazing fit with the Canucks so far this season. they both see exactly what the team requires from them in order to improve, and they don’t stop at anything to get better, whether it’s their own game, working with their teammates, or any other aspect of the team.

Petey was at Quinn’s captaincy press conference, and Quinn was at Petey’s contract extension press conference. both so skilled, so cerebral, so creative, and yet so different in how people perceive them, but their similarities on the ice unify them nonetheless.

Petey on rooming with Quinn:

What are the best and worst parts about rooming with Huggy Bear on the road?

He is the messiest guy I know! He’s going to say I’m throwing him under the bus, but it’s time for a change!

Is he one of those guys that lives out of his suitcase?

Oh, gosh, that’s the perfect explanation. He steps into the hotel room, I’m trying to be neat, put my bag where it’s not taking up space. Then he comes in, throws the bag in the middle of the room, open it up, takes out his suits, puts it over the chair. Lays in bed, kicks off his shoes. Then his socks off, just kicks them too. He’s very messy. On the good side, he doesn’t talk that much! No, but we put on movies. Netflix. We have similar taste, similar interest in what movies we like. It’s fun.

Quinn on rooming with Petey:

Petey called you a messy guy, what was Elias Pettersson like as a roommate last year?

I read the thing, he’s just so dramatic. Let’s just leave it at that […] Me and Petey are really tight so I loved it. We had a lot of fun together. We don’t have roommates this year in the hotels but I think me and him both miss each other and would want to roommate […] But yeah, we had a lot of fun, he’s one of my best friends so we had some good times too.

they’ve come a long way from rooming together five years ago, and now they find themselves in a position they’ve been in from the moment Petey scored his first goal on his first shot in his first NHL game - bearing the burden of the franchise together. enjoy the future, folks, here it is right now! except it isn’t, not all of it, because three of the six Canucks that were with the team five years ago are currently out of the lineup.

so what do Hughes and Pettersson do? they step up. they lead in tandem. roommates, franchise cornerstones, brunch pals - some of those things are in the past, but they still share what they have in common on the ice, and so many things off the ice as well.

they bleed for this team in the same way, in the same places, for the same cause.

Which teammate would you choose to make a playlist, if those were the only songs you would be able to listen to for the rest of your life?

Quinn Hughes: “Petey.”

[dianagj-art]

Is there Oneion facts we can know about?

THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG OMG IM SO SORRY, HERE'S SOME FACTS ABOUT THE BABY BOY

(the baby boy in question is ten years older than me)

I'm gonna go canon stuff first, then some fun crossover stuff:

The version that I'm using is 35-ish years old (a few years before the movie events), he's been the leader of the resistance for around a decade

He still has all his brothers and loves them very much, would kill and die for them

Way more chill than One is right now, still a beast on combat

One can manipulate vines only using the seeds Draxum makes, Oneion can summon them at will from the ground with little issue

In the story he mostly goes by Leo now, very few people call him One (but lets keep calling him Oneion to avoid confusion)

The protesis he uses is an old one from Raph, but he outgrew it and gave it to Oneion when he lost his arm. It was a bit ridiculously big for him at the time, it's still a *little* too big for Oneion, but by the time he's 40-something (movie events) its gonna fit right in

The scarf he has is not the same One has, but as One's it was a gift from Draxum, he has carry the same scarf the whole apocalypse

Still has a lot of gold accents on his clothes

He's still the best fighter out of the four turtles

He loves being around kids but doesn't, he's afraid of hurting them. He knows he didn't had a normal childhood but is not 100% aware of what part was normal and ok and what part is not, and he rathers not take a chance and do something wrong.

He ends up enjoying teaching martial arts, tho he doesn't like being called sensei, and he wont spar with anyone bellow his level (again, being afraid of hurting them)

Casey Jr becomes the exception to these

Crossover stuff!

he can and will beat the shit out of One, he knows how much One can take so he's not really worried about that

when the apocalypse started he basically lost contact with the multiverse, so no fun crossovers for him. Until by the power of "@intotheelliwoods started doing fanart of Oneion before I even had finished his design" he had access to the multiverse again!

First of his "old frieds" he saw was Poptart and Sprout (2al huggy leos) and first thing he did was to hug Sprout<3 (well, he first kinda yelled at him but I'll draw that some day)

I don't think he has met again with the rest of the separated council? I don't remember if I've stick him in any crossover situations

he loves hugging Poptart, he's teddy bear size<3 and he'll never get tired of calling him his friend and loving him "the way he deserves" because he still hasn't forgive himself for the shitty way he treated Poptart (dont worry about it)

he fucking destroyed the attempt of a slau/2al crossover time line

he says he's fine by it but he keeps bringing up the "jawbreaker" incident, I dont think he got over it, actually

he hangs out with Sprout a lot

something something, being with Sprout makes him feel like a kid again, and it makes Sprout feel like a kid again because Oneion reminds him of Big Leo

Sprout and Oneion have a spa day, they deserve it<3 they also go shopping together. Also, they are not exactly good at cooking but they try and they love working together on the kitchen

Oneion got the "Oneion" nickname by Sprout and Poptart

he stronk. he can lift Sprout with no problem, and even Toast

if you wanna have a good time scroll down the besties tag on ell's blog or mine (2)

[nikonladyz4]

I agree with both Anonymous and Not-goldy. I started a post last night about this situation (I fell asleep and my draft disappeared 😩). I posted how JK searches TikTok and watches videos on himself, Jimin, Jikook, Minkook, Vkook. There was no way he accidentally saw the Jimin/jikook site he followed. Now he may have accidentally followed, but I don’t think so. I think he did so intentionally for a short period like he posted the tictok I go the other way video and then deleted.

First off, I want to say I am a staunch Jikook supporter. I believe they have been telling us they are together for years. The have been more bold in past years, but had plausible deniability because of the k-pop methodology of using fanservice, skinship and shipping as a marketing strategy. The ultimate clue to their commitment was enlisting together.

However, if one notices, I think all three play up the shipping wars, especially every time one of them has a promo or release of new content.

To Anonymous’ point, JK and Tae really seem to stir the pot, with each other and with Jimin (vmin-Friends/Fri(end)s). Yet, Jimin plays up the shipping of JK and Tae as well. When he released the golden listening party photo of Tae hanging all over JK, tkkr’s swore Jimin supported their ship. On JK’s birthday when he lamented not seeing or speaking with JK on his birthday, he set the tkks on fire. Jimin emphasized he lived alone and went weeks not leaving the house except for work. Now, we know better (JM and JK spent plenty of time with each other at home, when not promoting), but he says that giving hope to the tkks. He seldom played up his relationship or the ship with JK except during his infamous live with JK after NY and releasing the bare back photos of both of them on JK’s birthday. He goes to Tae’s fanmeet and is all huggy/lovey dovey (but, he did support ALL members in person) and feeling Tae up during the last live all four did in December. So yeah, they all play the shipping game. Unfortunately Jimin seems to catch the most hate.

I also agree with Not-goldy’s response to Anonymous. I don’t think any of them really care about the shipper’s fighting each other or the hate Jimin receives and to a lesser extent Tae and JK. They are all friends and don’t control what fans do. Fan reaction and behavior is on the fans. The fan wars have no bearing on their personal life. Jimin and JK more than proved this when they went to Japan together in spite of the death threats and concerted effort from antis to harm their reputations with the military. They did not care what the fans would say when they decided to enlist as companions.

Bottom line, Jimin and JK appear to be partners. We will never know 100% unless they announce they are in a relationship. We all know they can’t do so while in or when military service was pending, and they really can’t until BTS finishes their major comeback in 2025. Because of the conservative society they live in, they most likely will never announce they are partners, but they may openly, but quietly live together. Why would we expect more when heterosexual celebrity couples seldom announce when they are in relationships? For example, Tae and Jeannie’s soft announcement with their stroll in Paris. We see how bad that went and Tae does not acknowledge her publicly while Jennie continues to hint things on her IG page. So Tae plays to the ships and him being queer. We all know the fan culture is crazy about Korean celebrities dating.

I circle back to all three play into the soap opera of shipping with each other to PROTECT their private relationships. A side benefit is the money the company makes behind it.

I am interested in your thoughts about my opinion. Could I be on the right track or completely veering off course?

Why do I feel we're being played? Like these grown men get bored, hop online, decide to cause chaos & dip just to watch the timeline burn. SIGH And when it happens here go shippers arguing the same thing. My ship is real. No mine is. Jk's telling us something. No he's telling us something. Tae's telling us something. No he's telling us something. Same copy/paste argument. Tae drops a song Friends knowing he has Friends with Jimin with his sus obsession writing songs for Jimin in the past, while posting a Tk account to his IG and its Vmin vs Tkk. Not to be outdone by Jk who likes a Tk edit, while simping over Jimin in comments and its Jkk vs Tkk. And everyone knows they're fighting the same argument but don't care. What are you doing? Stop it. And I hate to call them out, but its Tae and Jk the ones for several months specifically engaging with shippers on both sides.

All I gotta say is Jimin baby, keep minding your business, you're doing amazing, sweetie. Now because of that follow & unfollow from Jk on an account with Jimin's name, he is the one being mocked. Not even 2 seconds after they realized Jk unfollowed that account, the mocking & name calling started. If I were Jimin I'd snatch that damn phone outta Jk's hands and tell him to start paying closer attention to stuff regarding me. That man is just trying to serve his time in peace & Jk caused him to catch a stray cause he can't stay off Jimin pages. Lord have mercy.

Fascinating

Wish I was bothered😩😩😩😩😩😩🤣💀

Jikook do worst things than this.

If he unfollowed its cos someone made him aware he'd followed and was creating a mess in the Fandom. To that person I say- snitches get stitches 🔪

But if it's content he's consuming does it even matter?? Bro watching himself gawk at Jimin while Jimin bringing him to edge of nutting- does it matter if he likes or follows the account?

We've been saying for years those two a very much aware of the shipping narratives the gay expose and they don't care- unlike straight celebs who get so offended they start staying away from eachother and roasting eachother.

Watch Jungkook knowing damn well just how gay we think he and JM are with eachother come out and say his favorite moment from MS was a night he and JM slept arm in arm naked to keep themselves warm. Watch him come out to say he's limping cos JM manhandled his balls.

When I tell yall he knows what he's doing when he says things like this bite mark on my neck is from Jimin or let's eat Ramen or Jimin can handle all this.

He can't stay off JM pages sounds about right.

Let me not catch anyone throwing Jimin in the mix dude drinking water staying hydrated and working out his glutes

Hold on brb

[monicahar]

—guide on how to fluster the wanderer in four simple steps!

ever wanted your mean lil gremlin of a lover to blush before your very eyes? well, well, you've come the right person!

gn! reader, crack & fluff, dark humor cuz obv i will never miss a chance to bully scara, gets suggestive at the end cause why not djsjsjdjdj idk what im doing i have 26 drafts collecting dust and this is the first thing i finished 💀 help me

# i. choose the appropriate time to strike.

this is the most essential factor in making your huffy lover get embarrassed and not accidentally behead you in a fit.

(he'd never do such a thing on purpose, atleast.)

failing to follow in accordance to this particular step will certainly lead to unwanted consequences such as;

ignoring you the whole day(😦), blasting you off onto another nation(😨), a slight chance of having your head not intact by the end of the day(😰), no warm huggie wuggies from your pretty boyfie(😫) and the ever-dreaded deprivation of authority over his hat(😱)—you couldn't bear to not wear it for a bare minimum of 10 minutes a day!

but if it all comes to shove and you successfully select the perfect timing to initiate your relentless attack on his pride and ego, you might as well prepare your fragile heart for a blessing of a sight such as reddened cheeks present on his fair face as everything from now will be considered smooth sailing! not that hard now, is it?

“you've been gawking at me for a while. what do you want?” you don't flinch a bit when he abruptly closes the book he was previously reading, turning his head to meet your staring eyes with a bothered glare of his own.

ignoring his rather harsh acknowledgement of your silent yearning for his attention to be woven towards you instead of that book he's holding, you blink to yourself as something hits you. he raises a brow at your silence and the seemingly fleeting moment of enlightenment that crosses your blank expression.

the quietude and solitary peace of the room and its atmosphere along with him not throwing his book at you from staring at him basically the whole time he was engorging himself in the piece literature he's holding strongly suggested he was in a good mood.

a perfect moment to strike arises!

# ii. formulate the right approach.

whether your attack should be mild/teasing or rather heated/steamy—it heavily depends on the situation you've chosen and deemed as the appropriate time to strike.

take note of some his small actions to concur what he's feeling at the moment—is he feeling a tad bit annoyed? is he currently in one his clingy moods? does he look like he wants to murder you? or is he just neutral, awaiting for something to interrupt the usual streak of normalcy and growing boredom in his day?

but right now, in your current time—he was just reading his book before he finally picked up and confronted your lengthened staring burning the side of his face.

so something a bit more on the light teasing side would fit. if you brought up some type of dirty joke right now amidst the very normal and quiet day you both are having, he'd probably stand up, approach you with his light footsteps, and backhandedly slap you across the face for being such a horndog.

(that was a joke, for legal reasons. he's more likely to just squint his eyes at you weirdly and continue on reading his book, resulting into the failure of your plan to see him get embarrassed. game over.)

choosing to be a clever dog just this once, you coordinate your attack to match up along with your reply to his earlier question—barking back with the intention to strike at one of his weak points only open to his lover; his perfected features that make up his beautiful face.

raising a hand to your cheek as to feign shyness from being caught red-handed by staring at him, you let out a hearty giggle to soothe his nerves—his frown immediately dissipating from the sound of your laughter. his last defensive barrier: shattered. shutting your eyes knowingly as you raise a cup of bitter tea to your lips, you already know you've won.

“hehe, my bad. you just look a bit more handsome today.”

“...”

a beat of silence overcomes the short exchange of words.

it might seem light or weak to others, heck, even you see it as a bit pathetic, but to the complete virgin former harbinger, he views it totally differently from how others would have expected.

a small push filled with sincerity and truth is his breaking point a hundred percent of the time.

lifting your eyelids as you place your teacup down, your heart clenches at the sight before you.

# iii. relish in the rare moment of weakness.

soak it all up as much as you can. but don't let greed take over you at the taste of victory.

moments such as these aren't anywhere near common at all. your excitement is nearly overflowing but you have to keep yourself still as to not ruin it for yourself.

you're so used to being shut down and ending in utter failure when trying to pry a positive reaction from him—that you could probably just burst from happiness alone when he finally concedes relents to your teasing.

you'd have to hold yourself down from pouncing on him from the display of sheer cuteness he's currently presenting to you, albeit you were quite annoyed with how he's trying hard to hide the rosy cheeks and ears you adored underneath the shadow of his hat.

why is he wearing his hat inside your shared inn? you don't know.

pushing yourself off from your seat, you quietly approach the man sitting across from you, cautious in your movements as to not startle and scare him away at this small window of vulnerability—already well-informed of his past experiences regarding it.

gently lifting his hat up and discarding it onto a nearby tabletop, he stares at you with wide eyes as you quickly swoop down to peck his forehead, and then down to his lips before pulling away just as hastily.

the caught-off-guard look on his face makes you coo at the sight in the back of your mind.

eyeing his flushed state, you can't help but let out a soft sigh as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping your hands around him to pull him closer, chests against each other's as he remains stiffened underneath your loving hold.

cute.

“handsome.” you mutter, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “my handsome boy.”

# iv. now, freestyle. 😼

do you want to cut the moment short, play hard to get and leave him wanting for more? or do you want to prolong the playful mood—and quite possibly, lead it into something more?

if you've started something, then you're surely going to finish it, right?

the wanderer, after all—dislikes people when they're all bark and no bite.

“you said that just to tease me, didn't you?” his clammy hands that were suspended in the air for so long out of surprise finally made themselves home to your hips, his hold on it nearly bruising as he desperately tries to calm down his erratic emotions. “always think you're so funny, huh.” he mutters.

“i supposed so, initially. it still held truth in the end though. i like your cute reactions.” you admit with a lop-sided smile, cupping his burning cheek as you slight lean away to look at him wholly. “a very handsome boyfriend, indeed.” you nod in affirmation, making him narrow his eyes.

his blush is now non-existent as he's now back to his normal self, having gained composure as quickly as it left the moment you sat yourself on his lap. he was cute earlier, avoiding your gaze and all that, but this side of him was undoubtedly way more attractive. his exuding confidence always never fails to drive you crazy.

a shiver makes it way down your spine when an all-knowing smirk makes its way to his lips.

“alright then, [name].” he leans back on his chair, his hands not leaving your hips to keep you anchored atop of him, the expanse of his lean body now a lot more visible to you. “what's your next course of action? are you going to stand up and disappoint me? ...or are you going to live up to the hinted suggestions of your less-than-friendly touches just now?”

there it was. that daring gaze of his.

are you going to continue upholding the streak of normalcy you didn't know you were both capable of, or will you give in to your desires?

and then nahida barges in, slaps both of you with an overgrown radish and everyone starts behaving like proper educated adults 🥰 the end.

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 1

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A/n: hello peoples!! I’m so excited to FINALLY post the first chapter of this fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a long time, and after a few unpleasant delays, it’s finally happening 😁. While this isn’t my first fic, this is my first NHL fic, and the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m a little nervous. This first chapter is mostly the set up to the main story, this is reader’s side of things with a flashback story. Chapter two will be mostly from Elias’s point of view. The rest of the chapters will switch back and fourth between the two.

CREDIT: Finally, before we get started I have to shout out my proofreaders. Y’all put up with me and my insanity: @siriushxney @iateyourdonuts @petey-patty @hufflepuff-girlx @cherrylita @immmbabyyygraceee @💕💕And specifically @imagines-r-s ASH!!! Babes, you have been the best and most supportive friend I could’ve asked for during this. You boosted my confidence about this fic and I have no idea what I’d do without you 😁😁

Without further ado, let’s get started shall we!! (Sorry for the long A/N, it’ll only be for this first chapter)

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, friends with benefits but like...just cuddling???, references to iCarly, mentions of One Tree Hill.

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: (i suggest having these ready before you read)

Y/C/N/N= your cute nick name, only Markstrom calls you it (you’ll see why) this can be either a pet name you like, or a nick name you already have.

Y/N/N= your nick name, Brock, Quinn, and a few others call you this, it’s more of a playful name. Again, this can be a nickname you already have (if you don’t have one I suggest something stupid (sounds like something Stech or Brock would come up with)

Y/N= this is your first name, only Elias calls you this unless it’s a serious situation, or you’re in trouble, or Brock is being an ass. (If it wasn’t clear before...your last name is Boeser)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you have a hardcore crush on your brothers best friend, who also happens to barely speak to you...it’s a slight predicament.

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(This is set in the 2021 season, however, because of my denial, Marky and Stech are still in Vancouver and were never traded... also no Covid. however the season was still delayed just to make it easier to follow.)

Present (Feb. 2021)

You’ve always been best friends with your older brother, you never had any real issues when you were younger and you were inseparable. So much so in fact, that once you graduated early a little less than two years ago (June 2019), he asked you to move to Vancouver and live with him. He was always so protective of you and you appreciated everything he has done in your life. One of the best parts about Brock being your older brother was the people he introduced to you. You aren’t very social and god knows how much of a people person your brother is. Once you had moved in, Brock quickly introduced you to the team. And with your double major in Statistics: Data Sciences and Sports Management, you were able to secure a job with the team. Quickly, you found yourself with a second family, one with many members.

Quinn Hughes is your best friend. when you met him about a year and a half ago, you hit it off immediately. With both of you being the same age and not very social, there was an obvious connection there. When Brock and The boys  go out, it is you and Quinn who stay in and watch shows on the couch (your favorite being New Girl). Huggy Bear is so sweet and you tell him EVERYTHING, even things you’d never tell your brother. You are still thanking the draft lottery every day that the Canucks received the 7th overall pick that gave you your bestie.

Thatcher Demko AKA Dems AKA Thatch AKA baby goalie is the sweetest and most hilarious guy you know. He is always looking after you just like Brock, but he is also one of the most annoying guys you know. When you’d first met you had the biggest crush on him. You told Quinn as much and he gave you so much shit for it. That crush was short-lived though, once you found out how obnoxious he could be. You still love him, just as a friend. Though Quinn never forgets to remind you of the crush that once was.

Bo Horvat is like another big brother to you. Sure you have Brock, but he’s your best friend. Bo, however, is the person you go to when you needed advice. Holly is one of the only WAGs you’ve become close with. She and you consistently have wine and gossip nights, of which Quinn is sometimes in attendance. Plus, you and Quinn are an amazing babysitting team for Gunnar if you have anything to say about it. 

Troy Stecher is the annoying older brother you never had. He always makes fun of you, calls you names, and bullies you in the loving way brothers do. And he never hesitates to come to you if he ever needs girl advice, which seems to happen a lot.

JT was just like Bo, except he is waaay more protective of you, maybe even a bit more than brock. He doesn’t have a sister and when you met, he made it his job to never see you get hurt. Seriously, one day a guy was bugging you at the bar, and both Brock and Bo were struggling to hold him back when he saw him slap you on the ass as you walked away. 

Jacob Markstrom, AKA Marky, AKA Giraffe (pronounced like it is in one of your favorite vines), AKA your cuddle buddy for the past few seasons. Both being single, you felt lonely sometimes and Quinn wasn’t much of a hugger (despite what the nickname might have you believe). Thatcher had offered but Marky, though just as social, is much more laid back. It also helps that he is 6’6 putting him over a foot taller than you. So during movie nights, or late nights at the bar, he is the side you lean on. Of course, you made it abundantly clear to most of the boys and yourselves that you were just friends. As sweet as he was and as great of a boyfriend as he would’ve been, he wasn’t quite your type and your personalities clashed.

Then there was Elias Pettersson, the tall, skinny, Swedish guy you knew as Petey. The guy who looked at you often and barely spoke a word directed towards you. He was Brock's best friend and he came over all the time, you didn’t have an issue with him, and you couldn’t deny he was funny, and from what you’ve heard he is a very kind person. So naturally, he was exactly your type. You’ve had a massive crush on him for a while now, somehow despite the lack of conversation. And the few times he has talked to you, he’s seemed so perfect, but there are only a few times you can remember. 

Right now, as you're on your way to the Canuck’s break room your brother texted you to meet him in, you try to recall those few times, specifically the one where your crush on him truly developed.

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FLASHBACK (some time in January, 2020)

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You, Quinn, and Jacob were laying on the L-shaped couch in ‘The Boeser apartment’, you were cuddled under the blanket with Jacob, laying on the section perpendicular to the TV, your heads at the corner. Quinn was on the other side of the couch, his head right next to yours. it was about 7 o’clock and the episode of One Tree Hill you were watching had just ended and you three had not eaten dinner yet. As the countdown for the next episode started, your stomach growled and you got a look from Quinn and a giggle from Jacob. 

“You hungry Y/C/N/N?” Jacob asked.

You looked up at him and giggled, “maybe just a little bit.”

“Y/N/N, you know what sounds amazing?” Quinn asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to each other and you both smirked knowing you were thinking the same thing.

“Spaghetti tacos!!” You both said. 

Ever since you were about 10 and you watched iCarly on TV, you had always wanted to try them. It had become an inside joke between you and Quinn for quite some time as he had the same desire as you to see how good they actually were.

“We should totally try them tonight!!” Quinn was quite excited.

“I’m so confused right now,” Jacob chimed in.

“They’re from a show! They take spaghetti and put it in taco shells,” you explained.

“Ahh, hence the name.” he nodded.

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

You jumped up from the couch excitedly and ran straight to your kitchen.

“Ok, we have spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, taco shells, aaaand..... by chance do either of you know how to make good meatballs?”

“You’re asking the Swedish guy if he knows how to make meatballs?” Jacob replied.

“Not Swedish meatballs, Italian, stupid Giraffe,” you retorted. 

“Gross,” he said with a disgusted look.

“Ooo my mom made the best Italian meatballs, let me call her to see if she can send me the recipe!” Quinn said with a big smile.

Quinn exited the kitchen and ran to your room to call his mom. 

“You know, I’ve never seen him so excited about anything,” Marky said with a laugh. 

“Quinn loves his food,” you replied.

“Are Brock and Thatch having dinner with us ?”

“I’ll ask.”

You started boiling the water for the pasta, and you cooked part of the ground beef for the meat sauce. Then you texted Brock:

Y/N/N: hey, you want me to make you dinner

Brock: Yeah, who all is there?

Y/N/N: the usual

Brock: Huggy and Marky?

Y/N/N: yep, so do you want some?

Brock: Yeah, and make enough for another person too

Y/N/N: ok

You figured it was Dems since that’s who he went to hang out with when he left 5 hours ago. 

You continued to cook when Quinn came in and grabbed a bunch of stuff from the pantry and cabinets. “Did your mom tell you how to make them?” you questioned your frantic best friend.

“Yes she did and she sent me the recipe too.”

“Coolio,” you reply.

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You were almost done cooking, the pasta was done, Quinn had put his meatballs in the oven and there were only 5 minutes left on the timer. And the sauce had about 2 minutes to simmer.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot what to do when they're almost done, she does this thing, I have to call her,” Quinn said with a panicked look on his face. He ran back to your room.

The front door to your apartment opened quickly, both boys laughing, “ahh, shit,  my brother’s calling me,” Brock said as he ran back to his room.

“Why does everyone feel the need to exit the room for phone calls?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged with a giggle, “I don't know, maybe they don’t trust us,” he said in a sarcastically dramatic tone grasping his chest.

The door closed slowly and you glanced at the doorway where you thought you’d see the ever adorable goalie, Thatcher Demko, instead, you saw the adorable, slender, tall blonde you’d seen all the time, but never had a one on one interaction with... except the first time you met, when he told you that you looked pretty.

“Hi, Petey!” Jacob said as he slipped behind you to watch you mix the sauce, he stood over you looking at the sauce and put his hand on your waist.

“Hi,” he replied, his smile from before had faded.

“Looks so good Y/C/N/N,” Jacob said with a kiss on your cheek, a regular action. 

“Thanks, Giraffe, can you grab the taco shells?”

He grabbed them easily from the top shelf (tall ass bitch -_-), and moved behind you, placing his hands on your waist yet again, to move you to the side. “I've gotta run to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back”

“Ok, you have fun with that,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly, was only you and Elias in the room, and the silence was deafening.

“So what are we eating?” he said, pulling your attention to his bright blue eyes.

“Um, spaghetti tacos, they're from a tv sho-”

“Like from iCarly?” he interrupted.

“...Uh yeah? How'd you know?” you couldnt pull your attention away from his eyes, ‘they are just so beautiful,’ you thought somehow you hadnt noticed this within the on and a half years you’d known him.

“We also get Nickelodeon, you know,” he said while throwing you a smirk that made your stomach flip. 

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you replied, feeling just a little embarrassed. 

“iCarly was my favorite, actually.” 

“Yeah, it was mine too,” you said, smiling back, looking at the way he just lit up your kitchen with his presence.

You both stood there for a second just looking at the other, “So how long have-,” he started.

“OKAY,” Quinn unknowingly interrupted, “so she told me what to do, turns out I have to put sauce over them for the last 2 minutes, so Y/N/N can you just put a tablespoon of sauce on each ball then put them back in for two minutes?” 

“Yeah of course. Elias, you were saying?” you looked back at the Swede.

“Oh it's nothing,” he looked down at his shoes. 

“Ok, Y/N/N you need to call mom and tell her we’re fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us please, Paul says she’s stressing,” Brock said as he entered the room.

“When is she not stressing about us? I’ll call her after dinner, how's dad?”

“Doin’ good, nothing has changed or progressed or whatever since we were home last,” Brock moved and sat on the couch letting out a big sigh.

“That’s good,” you let out a sigh.

“Petey, come here, we’re watching Gossip Girl” Brock shouted at the Swede.

“Ooo what episode are you guys on?” you asked. Brock had mentioned how he was making him watch the show you two had watched about 5 times together. 

“Just after Chuck gets Dan kidnapped at Yale.” 

“Oh so you still hate Chuck?” you asked Elias.

“Ew, yeah...wait is that gonna change?” Petey said with a scoff.

“Uh....,” you stalled.

“Y/N shut up, don't spoil it,” Brock interrupted before you could make it worse.

“Ok well, dinner is ready so just start the show after and we can all watch it together.”

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“Oh my god, these are actually amazing,” Quinn said with his mouth full.

“I know, I did not think this was gonna taste good,” Jacob added.

“Hey!” you said, offended.

“Y/C/N/N, you know I love your cooking, it was the idea of the meal that I doubted,” Jacob said leaning into your side and putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmhmm, suuure,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hallå Marky, ni två är söta (hey Marky, you two are cute),” Petey said, confusing you, Quinn and Brock with the sudden change in language.

Jacob, being oblivious to what Petey was implying, just said, “tack broder (thanks, bro).”

Little did you know what was going on in Elias’s head.

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PRESENT

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Before that night, you never really thought of Elias in a romantic way. You'd been around him quite a lot, seeing as how, seemingly, is in your apartment more than his own. Sure, you knew he was cute and very sweet from what you'd seen, but up until that point, you'd never had a one-on-one interaction with him. That interaction, however small, was the beginning of an obsessive crush. Quinn was the first to point it out, you started listening closely any time he talked, attempting to converse with him, and thinking about him on a daily basis even when you didn't see him. And due to your stubbornness, no matter how unrequited your crush seemed, it never faltered. You had always thought he hated you, or maybe he just tolerated you because you were Brock’s sister, and you were always around. 

However, that couldn't be farther from the truth.

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Tag list: @calgarycanuck @suffering-canucks-fan

[clonecumber]

Okay, before every single RepCom character has been pitched and/or you've finally burned out on these character asks: Arligan Zey ~ZZ

Hello again! Honestly, I'm surprised at the response? I thought I'd get maybe one or two. Thank you all for letting me ramble on so much :)

I might burn out a bit, but honestly if someone finds this is in, like, a month or something and tosses me a character I'd probably still be down. I'd miss the interaction too much otherwise if I just stopped. Ask games are basically indefinite.

Unfortunately, I don't have much to say about Zey. He's a good bean, though <3

First impression : Somehow missed every single reference to this guy being a brick shithouse. I had like...typical scholarly wizard build for him in my head until this last re-read.

Impression now : Give this man a break. A five minute nap maybe. He was fucking drafted and didn't even get the benefit of basic training to teach him how to military; he is doing his absolute best but too aware that he's just winging it and it's stressing him out but he refuses to show it because he seems to view it as his responsibility to at least appear to have some sort of handle on this shitshow. But he's not actually doing that bad of a job? For someone in his situation, he's doing exactly the right thing: Identifying the specialists and experts and taking pains to stay out of their way, even at great expense to himself, and regardless of his feelings about them personally. See: Skirata, who treats him like shit almost always, but Zey still bends over backward to make sure he has the room to do his job, and only tends to ask for the bare minimum in information in response. He's so cognizant that he's in over his head, but if he doesn't do this job, who will they put in his place? This is a Jedi billet. It's not like any of the other Jedi are going to know how to do it better, so instead he buckles down and tries to support the people who know what they're doing as much as he can, and all he asks is to have enough tabs on this ferret nest so that he can be ready to head off any interference they might face from above his head? Very reasonable. More than reasonable.

We know he's constantly battling Palpatine and trying to work with Mace Windu and the other senior Masters to try and get something to make this war a little less of a shitshow, to figure out what is even going on, but for obvious reasons Palpatine's like, "Oh, no, no, no, not possible," and their hands are tied. And they don't understand why. Zey spends so much of the series making the best of a shit situation and he just gets so tired by the end, and there isn't anyone to help him when he starts breaking down because no matter what move he makes it's the wrong one, people are getting hurt, people he knows are getting hurt, that is a literal slave army right there and he can't stop it, can't fix a single thing, not without doing more damage elsewhere, no possibility of harm reduction, and it gets to me, all right.

Favorite moment : SEEING NO BREAK IN THE WALL OF CONSPIRACY, ZEY DECIDED TO BARREL THROUGH IT IN TRUE ZEY FASHION. I love this man. It's what makes him breaking down in slow motion throughout Order 66 so much harder to witness.

Idea for a story : Zey seems like he would give great hugs when he's not busy being Professional Jedi On The Job and Maze is NOT a huggy kind of guy, but maybe sometime after Order 66 Zey gets excited about something, probably the first time he's been this much himself, been willing to take up so much space, since the genocide, and Maze just...accepts the amazing bear hug. As a one time thing. His feet maybe leave the ground a little bit. It possibly makes him smile a little where his face is mashed into Zey's shoulder and part of his beard, but you'll never be able to prove it.

Unpopular opinion : Uh. Depends on what your view of the Jedi in general is, I guess.

Favorite relationship : The one he has with Maze. Bookworm ARC and his giant bear-man of a Jedi who brings him coffee. I bet he brought him things from the Jedi Archives sometimes. I bet he showed Maze how to access the Jedi Archives. It's a library without a no-weapons-allowed rule! Perfect!

Favorite headcanon : ...I don't actually have any?

[toasttojost]

summary of my last canucks game of the season that no one asked for:

i made it for warm ups for the first time this season and stood down at the glass for the first time ever

i brought a sign asking jt to sign the puck that he hit me with last game

HE ACTUALLY READ IT

he said he couldn’t sign my puck 😭 (made sense when i thought about it) and a girl i started talking to while we were waiting got some of it on video

highmore pointed at a kid beside me to throw the puck for but he threw it toward me and made the kid jump on me and nearly knocked me over

he apologized (matty did, not the kid if that wasn’t obvious)

he tossed another puck over to a girl that i was talking to while i was down there and she handed it to me (if you by any chance read this, i really appreciated that ❤️)

huggy bear stood like right in front of me for like 2 minutes (he’s cute irl)

petey is v cute up close

crowd was REALLY loud when they announced dustin brown’s retirement at the end of this season during the first period (made me emotional)

went to the team store cuz pretty much everything was 40% off for the day and got myself a blank home jersey and a few other things (i only had the skate, reverse retro and the 2019 ASG so i finally get our home lol)

spencer martin made some great saves this whole game but ESPECIALLY during ot

the crowd was really cheering on martin in OT

BOES SCORED 2 GOALS AND ONE WAS THE GAME WINNER IN OT

hand shake line for dustin brown at the end (made me emotional as well)

luke schenn addressed the crowd and thanked the fans for the season (also made me emotional)

i didn’t take a lot of photos or videos during warm up cuz i just wanted to enjoy it but:

im really sad the the season is pretty much over until october but i’m really excited to see what this new management team does on draft day and during the off season

also random theory i had the moment the current third jerseys went on sale:

the skate jersey will be our thirds next year

hoping to go to more games and stand by the glass for warm ups more next season🤞🏻

[captain-huggy-bear]

Sneak peak of what I started working on last night...

[leafsbabe]

Brandon Sutter gave him the name when he was draft to Van and when he went into practice on one of his first days he was wearing a shirt with a little bear on it. So everyone thank Sutter for the nickname 🥰

i just read that article and apparently sutter came up with it in his head and when quinn came into practice with the bear shirt he was just like it’s perfect he’s huggy bear now and made everybody call him huggy too

[electricsockhead]

Ok, so y’all remember this post? Probably not, either way, after that I kept adding pet names, and... I sort of got a little bit carried away (just a little bit) and made a whole other notes on it... and now I wanted to share it whith y’all for no reason in particular! I hope this helps some writers out there in need of pet names! If any of you have any additions you’d like to make, PLEASE COMMENT OR REBLOG! Ok, that’s it, thank you! 😊Source 1 Source 2

pet names, Pet Names, PET NAMES!!!

- Angel

angel eyes, angel face, angel heart, angel of mine, heaven

- Baby

baby cakes, baby boy/baby girl, baby doll, baby face

- Beautiful

- Blueberry

candy 🍬, candy cane, cheesecake, cherry 🍒, cherry lips, chocolate thunder 🍫, cinnamon, cinnabun, coconut 🥥, cookie 🍪, cupcake 🧁, eye candy, fruit loop, fruit loops, fruit cakes, honey 🍯, hon’, honey scoop, honey cakes, hunny bunny, Kit-Kat, lemon boy 🍋/ lemon girl 🍋, lollipop 🍭, muffin, marshmallow, pancake 🥞, peach 🍑, peach pie 🥧, peanut, popcorn 🍿, pop tart, pumpkin 🎃, short cake 🍰, short cakes 🎂, short stack, sugar, snicker doodle, soda pop, strawberry 🍓 strawberry, suga’ pie honey bun, sugar, sugar daddy, sugar lips, sugar mama, sugar muffin, sugar pie, suggar plum, sugar puffs, sweets, sweet thing, sweetheart, sweetie, sweet cheeks, sweetie pie face cakes, sweetness, sweet kisses, sweetsie, sweet stuff

- Boss

boss-man/boss-lady, boss baby, hoss, soldier boy/ soldier girl, chief, sir, mam

- Boy wonder/ Gril wonder

Wonderful

- Buttercup

daisy, lily boo, sunflower 🌻, rosie 🌹, tulip 🌷

- Butterfly

dove 🕊, kitten 🐈 , kitty 🐱, puppy 🐶, penguin(g), hummingbird, goose, monkey 🐒, guinea pig, hamster 🐹, silly goose, teddy bear 🐻, tiger 🐯,

- Captain

- Cuddle-bug

cuddles, cuddle bear

- Cutie

cutie pie, cutenesses

- Darling

darlin’, darling o’ mine

- Dear

- Deliciousness

heat slayer, hot stuff, sexiness, sex god/ sex goddess, tasty, sexy mama

- Dimples

- Doll

doll face, tinker bell,

- Dummy

- Giggles

- Gorgeous

- Handsome

- Heartbreaker

- Huggy bear

- Laziness

sleepyhead, sleeping beauty

- Love

love bug, lover boy/lover girl, luv, lover (mockingly ofc)

- Mama

- Ms./Mr./Mrs.

Ms./Mr./Mrs. McDreamy, Ms./Mr./Mrs. McSteamy,

- Moonlight

shooting star 💫, starry boy🌟/starry girl🌟, sun beam, sunny, sunshine ☀️, superstar ☄️, starshine, sparkles ✨, twinkle ⚡️

- Munchkin

- Num Nums/ Noom Nooms

- PB&J

- Paradise

- Perfect

- Pinky

- Poopie/Poopsie

- Pretty thing

pretty boy/pretty girl, pretty princess, pretty ricky

- Princess

Ariel, Beauty and the Beast, Belle, Cinderella, Elsa, Pocahontas, Rapunzel, Snow White, Tiana,

- Shmoop

shmoopie, shmoopsie, shmoopsies, smoochie snookums, snuggles, snuggle bunny

- Smiles

smiley boy/ smiley girl, smiley face

- Sport/Old sport

- Superman/ Wonder Woman

- Teardrop

- Toots

tootsie, tootsie whoopsie,

- Treasure

- Winky dink

(Ok, I’ve had this in my drafts for months, and now I’m posting this for my little fruit loop, @mayliia, but if anyone wants to use these, feel free! 🤗💗)

[winnipegpatty]

First of all Tknp yt au???? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 well hello there!

Second:

Flyers and Colorado are the most vibing having teams. Like vibe™. VIBES the aesthetic~ the energy ✨

Phily with their gotta catch them all country boy edition and Colorado is soft horny tender ranch boys who are starring lovingly in each other’s eyes.

Who else has a vibe? Canucks are working on it, it’s very soft (huggy bear) and being besties. Vegas has one (don’t like it) and ?? Like it has to be distinctive enough that you just couldn’t imagine certain players on certain teams. Like a pettersson tk trade wouldn’t work for any of them (plus Elias hates fishing)

- brady anon

jklafdsjfdsjj TKNP YOUTUBE AU YEAHHHHHHHHH another thing that exists beautifully in my head and then comes out like vomit on the paper. it’s tragic i REALLY hope to actually be able to complete that one day because i would...fucking love it to work out. but ya kknow.....now with the draft and tyson i have more stuff going on maybe i find a way to incorporate getting to know tyson with the team into this and i actually would write it. it’s generally just very goofy, very chaotic, not quite crack fic but verging on it. VERY philly vibe. and so, it’s close to my heart and i love it. i hope one day people get to read it. but alas...

YES YOU ARE RIGHT. this is why people love the flyers and the avs so fucking strongly. when you get a vibe, you get a following ya know? like it’s something to cling to. YES I LOVE THAT YOU MENTION THE CANUCKS because I was also thinking “the canucks are ALMOST there but just not quite” they’ve got some work to do, but i think they can do it if they get their trades/signings right this off season. yesss or like the talk of tyson barrie going to vegas??? like nah, that doesn’t fit vegas’ terrible vibe, tyson is way too wholesome and kind to go there. for me, vegas, bruins and blues all kind of vibe the same. I think some people don’t see the blues the same way i do, but i have a non-tumblr view of the blues because i am in the blues like...geographical territory haha. 

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Thank goodness for the Lady in Red. Amy Burke, playing the part of Mary Celeste, one of the faded film stars in City of Champions, adds an immediate boost to this dully prosaic production with her unexpected entrance, her enchanting presence and her ability to perform at a level that the rest of the cast, presumably, can only dream of. Burke is a class act: the rest range from the not-quite-average to the just-about-managing schools of dramatic art.

It’s probably not all their fault as they have to struggle with the most intensely verbose script I have ever come across. Writer Steve Brown is on his 21st (yes 21st) draft of this elongated exposure of Hollywood shenanigans and it’s been six years in development – with new “incidents” popping into his tortured thought process every few months. The incorporation of the impact of these new episodes (e.g., apparently, the death of Jimmy Saville) merely serves to diminish the initial concept so the original point is lost in a tide of complete over-exposition.

There are many ways to skin a cat. Here we have a writer who has just one way to skin a cat but insists on doing it many times over. Laurie Munro (film star Munro – really?) is a 38-year-old ex-child star who’s bankrupt, recovering from years of substance abuse, living on a couch in the shed of his confidant/Bro/partner-in-crime/soul-mate/maybe-lover? who has always looked out for him since they were fourteen. Bless. The presentation of Lonnie Drake, this extraordinary character-composite, is undertaken by Joe Southall sporting an expression-neutralising long, bushy, ginger beard which makes him look like an escapee from a Hipster convention. In the (very) long opening sequence between these two, amongst the touchy-pokey, playful-punchy, huggy-cuddly camaraderie of the uber-chummy kind, we piece together Laurie’s past with extra added unspeakable dark bits. So, that established we can now get on with the narrative, yes? No. Next up is Laurie’s agent/bully/mother-figure/actual Mum (oh yes, it’s Oedipus on speed) and we have a long re-hash of Laurie’s past (with, yes, those extra added unmentionable dark bits). Maggie Robson as Barbara Munro takes on here what must be the most superfluous character since the Bear in A Winter’s Tale.

Amy Burke (Mary-Celeste) with Joel Arnold (Laurie Munro) – Rosalind White Photography

Lonnie’s wife Amie (or Boo as Lonnie insists on calling her in his best Hipster vernacular) also has a go: same result: re-hash of Laurie’s past (plus extra added self-censored dark bits). Then classy Mary-Celeste sails into Laurie’s self-constructed Bermuda Triangle and we go over the same stuff again – albeit with much classier responses – and instead of being kept on the edge of our seats by the unmentionable, unspeakable, self-censored dark bits we’ve all long since worked out what they are and would really like to cut to the chase.

But no. Enter James Hudson Phillips (Ian McCurrach) Laurie’s first director and prime perpetrator of the dark bits. And guess what…? I don’t need to tell you.

The show, starting at 7.30 and finishing at 10.20 (with 15 minute break), is thus far too long – particularly in the stifling heat of London Theatre Workshop (perhaps try just using your many – underused – LEDs rather than the old-style heat-generating theatre lights. They would easily cope with the demands of this simple (uncredited) lighting design). Shave an hour off this and nothing would be lost. In fact, I have a couple of suggestions for writer/director Steve Brown: get someone else to direct it. And let’s have draft #22: in which you re-write the script as a one-acter, an hour long, and see if anything relevant is missing. You may be surprised. Start by cutting the totally irrelevant three-minute ’phone call that Barbara Munro makes to her unseen brother Murray about nothing in particular at the denouement of the play: a telling sequence in which we discover that even overwriting can be overwritten.

City Of Champions is about the very serious subject of paedophilia. Unfortunately, that theme is demoted, diminished and displaced in the swirl and clutter of hackneyed and apocryphal Hollywood slush that characterises Brown’s long-winded narrative. A case, I think, of returning to London Theatre Workshop’s Theatre Lab for further experiment and, perhaps, trialling the tight scripting and self-disciplined approach that an EdFringe slot would require.

Review by Peter Yates

Set in 2010, in the city of Inglewood, Los Angeles, CITY OF CHAMPIONS focuses on two former nineteen-eighties child superstars, Lonnie Drake and Laurie Monro, who are living with the after effects of early stardom and abuse as teen stars.

Lonnie, a recovering alcoholic is married and still working in the industry. Laurie, although clean after numerous trips to rehab, is broke and unemployable. He is living in the ‘guest lodge’ in Lonnie’s backyard. Desperate for work and money, a job opportunity presents itself but it means working once again with the director who abused him during his teen career.

A reunion with someone from the past and an unwelcome visit from an old colleague act as the catalyst for Laurie to make a decision to take control of his situation and change everybody’s lives.

CITY OF CHAMPIONS A new play by Steve Brown Presented by London Theatre Workshop 17th July – 5th August 2017 Written and Directed by: Steve Brown Cast: Joel Arnold, Amy Burke, Ian McCurrach, Maggie Robson, Joe Southall, Ellie Ward Leadenhall Market, 88 Gracechurch Street, London ECV3 0DN (above the New Moon Pub).

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