#ice skate gang

[peanuts-fan]

Peggy Fleming and Snoopy

[turtleblogatlast]

I am once again reiterating that Leo could and should be a figure skater because what are ice skates if not twin blades? What is dual blade swordsmanship if not a dance-like performance? Using the skates as blades themselves could let Leo make portals be his ice rink no? I rest my case. ⛸️

[peanuts80snerdgirl]

[timmurleyart]

I’ll miss snoopy land. Thanks so much. Such a great energy here. 🐶⛸️

[martianbugsbunny]

Would kill or die to see an artistically-focused skate to Achilles Come Down

[princessacexsnake]

The Gangreen Gang all ice skating for Valentine’s day here!

Made by me! (x)

[suiana]

yandere! ice skater and first time skater reader. gang this is so gangsta!!! imagine going onto the skating rink for the first time and falling constantly like a little kid 😂😂😂 u even have a helmet and one of those seals 😂😂😂 meanwhile yandere! ice skater (who's also your longtime admirer) is literally an olympic skater that makes doing jumps and axels look easy.

"AURGH-"

"oh dear, shall i help you?"

the ice skater gracefully glides over to you as you fall onto your ass for the fifth time since you fell onto your ass. you came in ten minutes ago.

he meticulously adjusts your position, teaching you the basics while holding onto your hand as he encourages you.

"well done, you're doing great, sweetheart. yes, just like that..."

by the end of your little lesson with him, you could hold yourself up for at least ten minutes!!!! wowzers!!! you thank him gratefully before trying to skate off...

only to realize that he was still holding onto your hand.

"where do you think you're going? i never said our lesson was over, did i?"

?????

[caprisonnne]

Winter time bloodweave with gang! I imagine Gale went ice skating every winter as a kid while Astarion never stood on ice :"D

[tthoroughfare]

happiest season // ellie williams

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: the gang's all back together for christmas! no matter how hectic life gets, you always make time for your end of year outing.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: modern!ellie x reader ft. jesse and dina

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw. ellie fucking sucks at ice skating

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 2.1k

this fic is a part two to this blurb! i loved writing the dynamic so much i had to continue it... there will be more coming trust. *dutch voice* i have a plan. also i don't even like xmas that much so i have no idea where this came from. just felt right. i hope you all enjoy, and have an amazing festive period with your loved ones <3

gift bag in hand, you wander into the restaurant. there’s cheesy christmas music drifting through the speakers, a tree in the corner, lights everywhere; you immediately spot jesse and dina, the latter waving at you as soon as you enter.

“hey!” she greets when you walk up, standing to put her arms around you. “how are you?”

“good, good,” you reply, one-handedly returning her embrace before leaning down to give jesse a quick hug. “you?”

“good. i mean, life is fucking killing me in general, but y’know.” she sits back down, watching as you place your belongings to the side and shuffle your chair in. “where’s ellie?”

you shrug. “no idea, i haven’t talked to her today. probably isn’t even on her way yet.”

“most likely,” jesse adds, smirking.

“has anyone texted her?” you ask, looking between the two of them.

the couple share a glance, wordlessly confirming before looking back at you.

“uh… no,” jesse states.

“dude.”

you pull your phone out, knowing all too well what ellie’s like. even if she knows she has to be somewhere, she’ll stay up way too late; and if no-one gets in touch with her in the morning, she won’t be up and ready for it.

selecting her contact and calling her, you press your phone to your ear. she surprisingly answers after two rings, clearly walking down the street, wind whipping past the microphone.

“hello?”

“just checking you’re awake.”

“uh, okay, sorry, i’m literally… like, ‘round the corner.”

“hurry up, ‘cause the manager says if all members of the party aren’t here in five minutes we’re getting kicked out,” you deadpan, casting a smirk at your friends.

“very funny.”

you automatically turn your head when you hear the door open, both through your phone and behind you. ellie bustles through it, phone between her ear and shoulder, waving with her free hand before ending the call. she heads over to the table, taking the empty seat beside you. dina looks on, giving her an exaggerated offended stare.

“uh, the fuck, do i not get a hug?”

ellie rolls her eyes with a small smile, gesturing her over. “come here.”

dina happily totters over, leaning over ellie’s chair and wrapping her arms around her shoulders from behind. ellie shifts her hand, giving her forearm a few pats before she pulls away.

“happy?”

“yup.” dina sits back down, budging her chair in before clapping her hands together lightly. “okay. gifts before or after food?”

ellie scoffs lightly at her impatience. “i literally just got here.”

“you want everyone to say before, 'cause you want yours now,” jesse comments fondly, leaning an elbow on the table.

“… correct. but i really don’t mind, whatever you guys wanna do.”

“i don’t mind. we can do it now,” you add.

dina’s eyes flit between each of you mischievously. “can we do it now?”

“let’s do it now,” you confirm with a chuckle, leaning forward and pointing your hand at dina. “you first — your idea.”

she grins, reaching to pick up her gift bag and holding it out to ellie. “i got you.”

ellie takes it from her, smirking lightly as she takes out the tissue paper on top. her expression changes when she sees the first item, eyebrows scrunching and letting out a drawn-out scoff. “bro, what the fuck?”

dina laughs knowingly.

“what is it?” jesse questions, chuckling lightly. she just holds it up in reply, pivoting it back and forth so you can all see, avoiding eye contact with you. it’s a hot pink bullet vibrator.

“y’know… ‘cause you’re gay and stuff,” dina jovially explains, holding her hands up in gesture. ellie just stares at her, blinking slowly and holding back a laugh. “ladies’ll love it.”

“what ladies?” jesse remarks quietly, earning himself a light-hearted tap from ellie’s shoe under the table.

“anyway…” ellie gingerly sets the box down on the table, digging back through the bag. “thank you for that, dina.”

the rest of the gifts are sweet; she’d gotten her a dinosaur mug, her favorite chips, and a band tee. she holds them up in turn for you all to look at, placing everything back in when she’s done and thanking dina.

dina nods in acknowledgement, smiling warmly. you all look at ellie expectantly, who settles into her chair holding a clueless expression on her face.

“it’s your turn,” jesse reminds her after a moment of silence.

“oh, shit, yeah.” she sits back up, picking up her gift bag from the floor and passing it over to you, dragging the action out in amplified suspense. you grin, taking it from her gently. “thank you.”

dipping your hand in, you take out the first item. it’s your favorite scent of candle, one you always had on in your room. you’d never mentioned anything about it to her, but ellie was like that. always quietly noticing.

there’s another, bigger item in there, too. you pull it out the wrong way, turning it around to get a look; it’s a framed painting of your favorite musician.

“oh my god, this is awesome!” you say, looking at ellie. “where did you get this?”

“uh, i didn’t…” she trails off softly, looking down at her hands for a moment. “i made it.”

your eyebrows raise, smile widening. “no fucking way. you painted this?”

there’s a small, coy smile on her face as she nods. “… you like it?”

“you serious? i love it, this is like the coolest thing ever.” you look back at the painting, studying the fine details; it looks like it took her a good while. “thank you so much.”

“wait, i wanna see!” dina chimes in, reaching over the table for it.

jesse leans in as you pass it over, peering over her shoulder. “woah… this is good, ellie. why the hell weren’t you my secret santa?”

ellie tuts playfully, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. “you’d have gotten coal.”

the rest of the gift exchange goes ahead, temporarily halted by the waiter coming to take your orders. you got dina; dina got jesse. 

the secret santa was a silly tradition you’d upheld over the years. one that became more precious when you left high school, and you and ellie got into a different college as the other two. you still saw each other wherever possible, and had a group chat that was active daily; still, it was hard being away from your closest childhood friends. you found yourself missing just being able to text dina to come pick you up, getting drive-thru and talking shit in her car until the early hours.

every year when you were all home for christmas, you made a point of meeting up. while normally all busy with your own plans, no matter what, you’d always clear your schedule for at least one day.

after the meal, dina announces that she’s booked ice skating — to which ellie lets out a groan.

“why?” she complains, drawing the word out. “you know i’m horrible at it.”

“yeah, why do you think i made the reservation?” dina counters teasingly. ellie just gives her a look.

when you get down there, in the middle of lacing up your skates, ellie flops down next to you to put hers on and lets out a dramatic sigh.

you cast her a sideways glance, smirking fondly. “oh, shut up, it’ll be fun.”

“you don’t understand, i fucking suck.”

“get a penguin,” you respond, chuckling as you finish up, leaning back to wait for her.

she lets out a laugh. “no… embarrassing.”

“plenty of people have them.” you gesture out to the rink.

“yeah, they’re all ten and under.”

rolling your eyes, you train your gaze on dina already out there. she whizzes past fairly gracefully, dragging jesse along. “hold dina’s hand, she’s pretty good.”

“no, she goes too fast. i’d end up eating shit.”

“i think that’s gonna happen either way.”

she sighs lightly, pulling a dejected face as she finishes tying her laces. going to stand, you offer a hand to haul her up, keeping hold of it as you both dodder over to the edge of the rink.

you get on first, a little unsteady; you’re passable at skating, at best. ellie hesitantly places a first foot onto the ice, free hand clinging onto the side as she ungracefully enters fully. one of the skates almost goes out from under her and catapults her flying into the barrier; it nearly takes you out, too, sending you off balance.

failing to hold back from laughing at her, you give her hand a squeeze. “ellie, oh my god.”

“i fuckin’ told you!”

“look, you’ll be fine, just hold onto the side and i’ll, like… drag you.”

“real elegant.”

you raise an eyebrow, jutting your neck slightly forward in gesture. “rather fend for yourself?”

she pauses, sheepishly looking to the left, then back at you. “… no.”

“come on, then.”

it goes about how you expected, moving along at a snail’s pace, ellie practically white-knuckling the barrier. by the time you’ve gotten to the other side of the rink, dina and jesse have passed you twice; on the first, teasingly cackling at you, on the second, calling out, ‘losers’.

you pat ellie’s arm in jest, giggling at the exclamation. “don’t listen to them, they’re mean.”

not long after, you actually come up behind two people slower than you; a young boy and a grandma, trailing around the edge of the rink hand-in-hand. you deal with it for a few minutes, but the thought of being stuck behind them the whole time proves too irritating.

“we’re gonna pass these people,” you mutter to ellie, leaning in. “you’re gonna have to let go, and—“

she cuts you off, shaking her head vehemently. “no, no, no. dude, i can’t.”

“you gotta. literally just let go for like, two seconds, hold onto me while we go around. it’s chill.”

you were wrong — it was not, in fact, chill. essentially the second ellie lets go of the barrier, she panics and wobbles. that, in turn, makes her panic even more, and she completely loses her footing. calling out your name in comical distress, she goes down in a heap, automatically grasping onto the back of your jacket and bringing you down with her.

you crack up after the shock of hitting frigid, wet ice wears off. it seeps through your sleeves and jeans, goosebumps forming. “ellie, what the fuck?”

“i’m sorry,” she laughs along, sitting up and flicking the moisture off of her hands. “i’m so sorry.”

you manage to get over to the side and hoist yourself up. whilst you’re in the process of attempting to get ellie on her feet without being yanked back down, jesse and dina fly past again, cheering dramatically at the sight.

ellie turns to flip them off; the motion destabilizes her, and she topples and lands flat on her ass all over again.

later, when you’ve all hugged and parted ways, you’re in your childhood bedroom winding down when you receive a series of texts from her.

you head over to the corner of your room where you’d dropped your stuff on entry, taking your gifts out of the bag and rechecking. camouflaged against the interior, flat against the bottom, there’s a small envelope addressed to you.

opening it and taking out the folded paper, you can’t hold back from smiling. it’s a letter, decorated with silly stickers.

i just wanted to write you a letter to let you know how much i appreciate you :) i am very lucky to have you in my life and i always look forward to spending time with you even if we’re just hanging out in each other’s rooms and rotting. 

i kinda struggle with getting to know people (woah shock) and when i first moved i was so fucking worried i was gonna literally have no friends LOL. but right from the beginning you, jesse and dina made it so easy. don’t tell them this because i'll never hear the end of it, but it was mainly you. you were always going out of your way to talk to me and include me and stuff, and it meant a lot. and at risk of sounding super weird as soon as i saw you, i knew you were going to be an important person to me. 

back in school when we were applying to college, honestly i was scared that you were going to end up going somewhere different to me. like to the point i wouldn’t be able to sleep some nights because i’d just be up thinking about it. anyway, i’m so glad it all worked out. wouldn’t wanna do this shit with anyone else <3

love you always

ellie

heading back over to your bed to grab your phone, you text her again, letter sitting at the side of you.

[33max]

Winter Warmers ☃️

Winter Warmers is taking place in December and there will be daily prompts for you to write, draw, or create.

There are two different prompt lists for Winter Warmers - a spicy list ❤️‍🔥, and then a fluffy list🧣from @leatherandcherryblossoms! You can stick to one list, mix and match your daily prompts, or if you're feeling adventurous try and incorporate both prompts into one creation. It is totally up to you!

Tag #winterwarmers2024 so we can see your work!

Day 1: ❤️‍🔥 Lingerie | 🧣 Coffee on a Cold Morning

Day 2: ❤️‍🔥 Coming Untouched | 🧣 Evening Fire

Day 3: ❤️‍🔥 Dildo | 🧣 Holding Hands

Day 4: ❤️‍🔥 Frottage | 🧣 Cuddling For Warmth

Day 5: ❤️‍🔥 Praise | 🧣 Tree Lighting/Fireworks

Day 6: ❤️‍🔥 Threesome | 🧣 Playing in The Snow

Day 7: ❤️‍🔥 Omegaverse | 🧣 Blanket Fort

Day 8: ❤️‍🔥 Humiliation | 🧣 Holiday Decorating/Baking

Day 9: ❤️‍🔥 Big Cock | 🧣 Work Holiday Party

Day 10: ❤️‍🔥 Sweat | 🧣 Holiday Travel

Day 11: ❤️‍🔥 Virginity | 🧣 Ugly Sweaters

Day 12: ❤️‍🔥 Daddy/Mommy | 🧣 Mistletoe Kisses

Day 13: ❤️‍🔥 Free Use | 🧣 Cold Hands/Feet

Day 14: ❤️‍🔥 Pillow Humping | 🧣 Holiday Shopping

Day 15: ❤️‍🔥 Roleplay | 🧣 Ice Skating

Day 16: ❤️‍🔥 Omorashi | 🧣 Secret Santa

Day 17: ❤️‍🔥 Public Sex | 🧣 Hot Cocoa

Day 18: ❤️‍🔥 Orgasm Denial | 🧣 Christmas Market

Day 19: ❤️‍🔥 Bondage | 🧣 Holiday Magic

Day 20: ❤️‍🔥 Thigh Riding | 🧣 Matching Pyjamas

Day 21: ❤️‍🔥 Squirting | 🧣 Winter Storm

Day 22: ❤️‍🔥 Gang Bang | 🧣 Presents

Day 23: ❤️‍🔥 Small Cock | 🧣 Singles Holiday Party

Day 24: ❤️‍🔥 Crying | 🧣 New Traditions

Day 25: ❤️‍🔥 Glory Hole | 🧣 Holiday Alone Time

Day 26: ❤️‍🔥 Cock Warming | 🧣 Snowed In

Day 27: ❤️‍🔥 Edging | 🧣 Wrapped Up Warm Walk

Day 28: ❤️‍🔥 Lactation | 🧣 Cozy Hobbies

Day 29: ❤️‍🔥 Somnophilia | 🧣 Seeing Family

Day 30: ❤️‍🔥 Spanking | 🧣 Lights

Day 31: ❤️‍🔥 Overstimulation | 🧣 NYE Countdown

[peanuts-fan]

Karen Kresge and Snoopy

[satsugacafe]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐲𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Hello! Can you do Uryu dating a human without powers headcanon? I would love to read it. Thank you!

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wholeheartedly apologise for taking long, and giving the impression that I ignored your request. I hope this was to your liking :)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You’re a human without powers dating Uryu

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა It doesn’t matter whether you know about him being a Quincy of not, as a gentleman, Uryu will be looking out for you. Be it walking you home, ensuring Hollows weren’t near your house or area, or no one trouble you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dates with him will be quiet, but memorable. Picnics, visiting the ice-skating ring and watching him effortlessly glide across the ice, library dates, cooking dates, going on walks, even having a sewing course.

˚₊‧꒰ა Study dates are also on the list. He wants to see you do your best and is more than willing to organise binders and cue cards if needed.

˚₊‧꒰ა That’s one thing you must expect when dating him—somewhere along the line, you would pick up sewing tips from him anytime you have tears or holes in your clothes. Though he prefers you inform him so he can whip up something new and fancy (with a cloak).

˚₊‧꒰ა With the expectation of receiving clothes made by him, he can’t resist placing Quincy crosses in discrete places and brushes them off as his signature. “Uryu, what’s this cross?” “…my signature.”

˚₊‧꒰ა As much as we know he has his Quincy pride, part of him feels relieved to have someone who isn’t a part of the whole “superhuman.” You’re his slice of normalcy and someone he cherishes deeply.

˚₊‧꒰ა You will suddenly feel his gaze on you at random times, and should you meet him head-on, a faint blush will appear before he averts his eyes. He likes to admire you in silence and secrecy. Simply observing you in your mundane world of activities gives him a sense of accomplishment—you’re safe and here with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Every minute spent with you is one he holds near his heart. He loves the fact that it reminds him of what it felt like to be normal without Quincy’s duties to uphold. He probably couldn’t remember what it felt like to live as a regular human who knew nothing about Hollows since he grew up learning about them all his life.

˚₊‧꒰ა At the same time, he feels guilty when he has to step aside to take care of Hollow situations or leave with the gang to help his friends. Every second away from you, feels like he’s losing what it means to be a normal human, and at peace.

˚₊‧꒰ა That’s why, he would back out on missions and leave it to others to handle. He trusted the others to oversee everything and only reached out to him when the situation was grave.

˚₊‧꒰ა You would eventually know about his Quincy background. Probably due to seeing him in uniform or overhearing a conversation and confronting him. He feels guilty that you caught him, and can’t bring himself to lie even when he wants to. At least your acceptance was a breath of relief.

˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t often speak about his background or history. Should he inform you of anything, it would be the basics about his abilities, that Hollows were Quincy’s poison and shouldn’t be allowed to exist, hence the reason he hunts them.

˚₊‧꒰ა You would give him support, which only pushes him to protect you all the more. At night when you think he’s sleeping, think again. He’s on your rooftops being your bodyguard.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I heard from Inoue that you spent all night standing guard on my roof?” Teasing about it makes him turn tomato, if you did find out because you would. Uryu can’t keep you hidden from his friends because they will find out and let it slip. They proceed to embarrass him, telling you how he loses sleep over you every night.

˚₊‧꒰ა Speaking about him being a tomato, that image would also appear often should you bring him home-cooked meals or gifts and emphasise that you were thinking about him since he works so hard to keep everyone safe. “Please don’t overdo it Uryu—you’re too hardworking.”

˚₊‧꒰ა “It’s my job as a Quincy to keep you safe, however, I’ll return safely.” Uryu gets softer even though he acts tough when you caution him on being safe and not overworking because you want him to return to you in one piece and alive. “Yes, Mr ‘It’s my job as a Quincy.’ Just come back safely.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Goes into a slight heart attack if he ever heard you were injured. Even if you tripped and stubbed your toe or walked into a wall because you’re clumsy as hell. Do expect a lesson on being more careful as he dresses your injuries.

˚₊‧꒰ა He will go to the ends of the earth to save you from any enemy. There isn’t a situation created, that could hinder him from rushing in to save you. He’ll fight anything and everything.

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu understands that as a human without powers, you might feel left out and probably unworthy of being with him. To prevent any insecurities from developing, he tells you from time to time how much he appreciates the simplicity of your non-powered nature.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I know you probably feel as though you’re not doing much given your inability to have powers, but I want you to know that your greatest power is the love and support you give me. Thank you.” He’ll whisper to you softly one evening after returning.  

˚₊‧꒰ა He appears quite shy at first when it comes to physical affection since he’s not the physically affectionate type. Staring at your hand and telling himself to hold it or receiving hugs from you. He genuinely wanted to feel the warmth you emitted through touch. That was in the beginning, but once the honeymoon stage was gone, he was confident. He finds the energy you emit to be tranquil.

˚₊‧꒰ა Kisses to your forehead or temple whenever in public and he chooses to be affectionate. Your cheeks would be the closest to your lips he would get, unless you trick him or there isn’t a soul in sight, and he sneaks a quick one. Behind closed doors, he melts.

˚₊‧꒰ა It was hard for him to imagine being someone into cuddling, but he proved to enjoy the gesture more than he likes to admit. It happens in private when he knows the gang isn’t going to randomly pop out.

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu cuddling you was a moment he couldn’t believe was so…peaceful. Your scent, warmth, presence, everything, was enough to make him forget about the world. The minute you pulled him closer, kissed his forehead and brought his head to rest on your chest or neck, he melted.

˚₊‧꒰ა Your arms are his favourite place in the world to be. The weight on his shoulders is gone. All his responsibilities—vanished. “This…feels nice. I like being in your arms.”

˚₊‧꒰ა In those moments, he loves to listen to you talk about your day, whether it was a great or terrible day. Uryu wants to hear all about it and help you navigate. Give him something to solve that wasn’t on a world-altering level.

˚₊‧꒰ა He usually falls asleep in your arms like that. When you remove his glasses to stare into his pretty blue eyes while raking your fingers through his inky hair, straight to sleep (probably reminds him of when his mom used to do that).

˚₊‧꒰ა Also, you once came across his Quincy uniform lying haphazardly on the floor, which wasn’t Uryu’s behaviour at all and tried it on. Let's just say that when he saw you in it, he almost caught a nosebleed and mentally saved the image to make a uniform for you as well—just for matching couple purposes.

˚₊‧꒰ა You had convinced him to let you two walk around during Halloween dressed like that so it wouldn’t be suspicious.

˚₊‧꒰ა His father learning about his relationship was quite pleased that his son found someone who wasn’t going to bring problems and was normal. You were a breath of fresh air, and Ryuken was welcoming. You would be someone who would keep his son away from his Quincy ambitions.

©satsugacafé 2024: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[valtsv]

i went ice skating today and spent the entire time daydreaming about the silt verses gang going ice skating so here's what i came up with:

CARPENTER - competent skater, but lacks any finesse or technique and couldn't give less of a fuck. she's only there to spend some quality time with hayward and paige, who all but begged her to come, and bully the shit out of faulkner. tries to light up a cigarette and smoke it and gets told you can't do that on the ice, much to her displeasure.

FAULKNER - has never skated in his life but is convinced that he will instinctively take to the ice with the grace of a swan to water. when he inevitably beefs it he starts sulkily suggesting that ice skating is actually an affront to the trawlerman, and therefore his lack of skill is divinely ordained, while carpenter laughs mercilessly at him. refuses any and all help no matter how many times he falls, until the very end, when almost everyone has left the rink, and he allows carpenter to stand behind him and push him around. grudgingly forced to admit that it was a lot of fun, until they slipped on an uneven patch of ice and both went down in a sprawling tangle of limbs.

PAIGE - the only one in the group who can actually skate, thanks to her dad trying to buy her love with lessons for a couple of years when she was still young enough for it to almost be convincing (but not so young she didn't question where the money for them was coming from), so it's a bit of a sore subject for her. she gets to rewrite those painful memories a little by risking dredging them up again, though, which is undeniably a blessing.

HAYWARD - the closest this man has ever come to ice skating is when he slipped on a patch of black ice while out on patrol when he was still on the force. paige spends much of the day leading him around and trying to show him the ropes while he staggers about clumsily and frequently falls, much to her poorly disguised amusement. when he successfully completes a single circuit of the rink on his own, he immediately suggests that they enter next years' pairs skating nationals while paige rolls her eyes (fondly).

SHRUE - might have taken their daughters skating once a few hazy years back, hasn't been anywhere near an ice rink before or since and honestly had no problem with keeping it that way. spends the entire time standing to the side and watching the others, occasionally testing their weight on their blades gingerly like a newborn deer before lunging again for the handrail for dear life. looks miserable standing alone hunched into their jacket and scarf, but insists they're fine. to be fair, the others' antics are pretty good entertainment.

VAL - has also never stepped on ice in her life, and wouldn't remember if she had, but unlike faulkner, hayward or shrue, she lacks the self-preservation to even conceive of falling. spends several minutes smugly observing her hapless acquaintances struggle before stepping out onto the ice herself and executing a perfect, beautiful glide - right until she crashes into the opposite side of the rink and takes a spill head over heels over the barrier (she tries to make everyone forget it happened, of course, and they humour her by pretending it worked). later hears about how people have lost fingers in freak ice skating accidents and gets jealous that it didn't happen to her (either giving or receiving, she's not that picky).

[philsgoldenpigg]

gang imagine dan and phil ice skating i’m sobbing

[malk1ns]

i know coach geno commercial led to sid basically tackling geno and begging to get sid pregnant

mmmmmhm.

Sid has spent most of his professional career pretending that he doesn't have omega instincts.

Not that he isn't an omega—he couldn't avoid that if he wanted to, not with the emphasis every coach, teammate, team employee, and member of the media has put on it since he was old enough to be worth paying attention to.

Omega Breaks Oceanic Scoring Record.

First Omega Drafted First Overall.

Omega Captains Team Canada to Gold.

It's never just about Sid and his accomplishments, there's always a qualifier attached. When he didn't win the Calder, it was treated as a given, even by his parents, that it would go to an alpha instead. When they won the Stanley Cup the first time, it was because the alphas on the team were led by their instincts to push the team to victory after Sid got hurt. On and on, for well over a decade now.

Some omegas, the younger guys that have broken into the league in the intervening years, lean into it. They bat their eyelashes at reporters after bad games and inject their voices with just the slightest omega coo; it's not as effective at deflecting criticism now, but it still works.

Sid manages by pretending he's made of plastic.

He doesn't like to buy into his own hype, but he's pretty sure it's an objective fact that he was subject to far more scrutiny than any other player in the league right now, from a much younger age. People used to try to go through his parents' trash cans to figure out his heat cycles, and his first few years in the league he couldn't so much as go out for lunch with teammates without IS CROSBY READY TO SETTLE DOWN—WITH AN AMERICAN??? headlines being plastered all over Sportsnet.

It was easier to act like he had no interest in alphas at all, no desire to settle down, nothing on his mind but hockey 24/7. It didn't make the attention go away entirely, but it helped a lot.

It's also a lie. But just because Sid keeps his bond bite hidden doesn't mean he doesn't have one, and it doesn't mean he doesn't get swept up by his biology on a semi-regular basis.

Like now.

Sid and Geno had been basically frog-marched into attending Ovechkin's Cup party in Moscow. They were both licking their wounds after losing their shot at a three-peat, but politics in Russia are indifferent to personal pride, so Geno had been required to show his face—and Sid was not about to let him deal with that alone. They decided to spend a few weeks there, let Geno manage some business in town with his Russian sponsorships, then escape to the private island they've been renting for a few weeks annually since they bonded to sweat out Sid's heat in the sunshine and privacy.

Sid hadn't anticipated what watching Geno skate around with a bunch of kids for a commercial would do to him, though.

Sid squeezes his thighs together and thanks whatever made him decide to sit far back in the stands when they got here this morning. He stinks of pre-heat, strongly enough that even he can smell it, and if he were any closer to the ice he's not sure he'd be able to stop himself from barreling out there and bodily dragging Geno back to the locker room.

He should text Geno what's going on and get back to the apartment somehow. His Russian isn't great, but he's pretty sure he could find the nice omega coordinator they met earlier today and ask her to call a beta driver from the car service for him.

Instead, though, Sid sits and watches as Geno play-wrestles with the kids between takes, chasing them around and tickling them when they get too close. A few of the little boys gang up on him and Geno lets them take him down to the ice, yelling about boarding as he flails around amid a pile of giggling children.

Christ.

Sid must zone out a little bit, because suddenly the coordinator is tapping urgently at his shoulder. "Mr. Malkina?" she asks, and Sid has to suppress a full-body shudder. The Russian habit of referring to omegas like their bondmates' property had grated at first, but with Sid in pre-heat it sounds like the best thing he's ever heard. "Evgeni Vladimirovich is done, he changes now. I can take you to the room?"

Sid clenches his jaw and resists the urge to run down to the locker room. If he does that, they'll never leave, and Sid knows it's better for both of them if they make it back to Geno's apartment. "Can you take me to the car?" he manages, swallowing as images of Geno showering flash in his mind's eye. "Tell him I'm waiting for him, I—"

The coordinator's eyes widen as she flares her nostrils and inhales. "Oh, of course," she says hurriedly, rising to her feet and gesturing for Sid to follow. "I will call for, ah, safe driver."

Sid's not sure how long he waits in the car, but by the time Geno slides into the seat next to him and barks something at the driver he's starting to sweat.

The drive back to the apartment is a blur, but Sid remembers Geno hustling him out of the car, his hand hot at the small of Sid's back as he rushes them through the lobby and onto an elevator. Geno's in the penthouse, all the way at the top of the building, and by the time the door chimes and slides open Sid's dizzy with their combined scents rising in the enclosed space.

When Geno practically throws him onto the mattress, Sid whines and bares his neck, spreading his thighs in invitation.

"Fuck," he hears Geno mutter. "Sid, malysh, what's wrong? You're not due for, like, week and a half I think, when we're on vacation."

Sid gathers his thoughts together through force of will alone. "Watching you," he replies, the purr under his words drawing Geno closer until Sid's practically flattened into the mattress under him. "You're so good with the kids today, and...fuck, Geno, I need you to put a baby in me."

It can't happen. Sid doesn't really want it to happen, and neither does Geno. Sid's on industrial-strength birth control, and they'd agreed years ago to wait until they were done playing.

His words still hit Geno like a lightning bolt.

"Oh, you want baby," he croons, pulling back to tug Sid's sweatpants down. "You want I give you my knot until you're knocked up, yes? Make you take until you're full, keep you that way?"

"Fuck, yes," Sid gasps, fumbling at the drawstrings of Geno's joggers until Geno takes pity on him and undoes his pants.

They're both still more than half-dressed. But when Geno pins Sid's knees up by his shoulders and pushes into him, sinking his teeth into Sid's neck with a sub-vocal growl that knocks through Sid's brain and sends him down so fast his muscles practically go liquid, it hardly matters.

Sid's last coherent thought is that they're probably going to need to reschedule their flights.

[daizedndconfused]

omg yesss a cole stan i love your writing 💗💗 would you be open to doing dates that he would like going on? if not just wanted to make sure you know that this account gives me so much joy 💗💗

ahhhh hii anon tysm omg!! i am OFC open to this ugh my first headcannon you guys get to listen to who’s excited??

alrighty gang let’s get started…

DATES I THINK COLE WOULD GO ON

this one’s obvious and a classic but our boy loves him some bakery dates. the two of you would frequent this one shop and try literally everything and then move onto the next one.

tbh i feel like he would like to go on hikes. not hard ones if you’re not up for it but more scenic type things yk?? not all hikes goes through mountains hahaha no he’d take you on something secluded through the woods or on the edge of the lake where you guys can jump in at any point if you get hot. and ofc if you get tired he will put you on his back as a little extra workout. he just likes spending time with you.

on the days you guys are feeling lazy he has absolutely no problem staying in and watching a movie. in fact he loves it. he prefers if it’s at home so you guys can laugh and talk without annoying people. just the two of you in pajamas watching whatever movie looks interesting while cuddling up on the couch?? he’s so down… just don’t be surprised if he ends up falling asleep on top of you.

idk if this qualifies as a date but hes 100% the guy when you’re cooking or baking he’s either yapping because what are you gonna do?? walk away?? and leave him to man the stove?? that’s funny. no he’s either sampling what you’re making every three seconds or handing you things/chopping for you. he’s a ninja…knives and sharp things he can handle, but time multitasking?? good luck!

ALSO!! dragon flights. he LOVES going out for a fly with you. the two of you in the sky, your arms wrapped around him, and some fresh air. sometimes he’ll even wake you up before sunrise so you two can go fly on his dragon and watch the sun come up. same with sunsets. and same with the middle of the night. what can he say he loves his dragon and he loves you.

also another classic but the standard dinner dates are a must. the two of you have never gone to the same place twice you refuse. each week you two pick a new restaurant to go to and once you’re there you pick what the other is going to order. sometimes he’s feeling nice and he’ll order you something he knows you like but sometimes he decides to be an asshole and order you something he knows you won’t like (nothing you find revolting ofc and physically can’t eat but something boring) for a good giggle. dw tho on the days he does that to you (pretty infrequently) he’ll give you some of his food and he’ll buy you dessert and he won’t even try to sneak any bites. (i could write a WHOLE fic about this)

and because it’s officially december im throwing in a “holiday special” you guys would go ice skating for sure. he doesn’t mind going to a rink but he thinks it’s so much more fun if you go skating on a pond or some frozen over body of water. he likes your relationship to be more private and on the down low. and he likes nature. outdoor skating is just more his speed.