#last week’s blurbs and concepts out momentarily!

[barzzal]

-ˋˏ it’s wet weekends! ˊ-

let’s start this whole thing over, shall we? as usual, just wanna thank everyone who always participate and interact with me! you’re free and encouraged to send in your thots for the boys i write for. sid and mat are the ‘usual’ but if you have anyone in mind that you feel like i’ll be open to write for, pls do send! i like hearing what you have to say. anyway, a few starters before we get this thing going:

first and foremost, if you’re a minor, (below 18) please do not dare to participate in this. i don’t mean to be rude and exclude you all but you’re not welcome here. this is for the wine moms and vodka aunts of hockeyblr. i hope you’ll be kind enough to respect that.

second, don’t forget to read the footnote!!

alright, now that the kids are asleep;

this post will be reblogged on weekends that i feel like hosting this sort-of-blurb-night. i might pin this up too so watch out for that in case you wanna participate!

the thots/concepts you’ll send me will come in blurbs and drabbles depending on how inspired i am writing it. some tend to be longer but i make it a point to have it just a light-read.

however, if i do like the player you send me but only have surface/very limited knowledge of them, i might just end up discussing your concept. i hope we’re cool about that!

what you can send: smutty concepts, thots, prompts and all that goes under the nsfw umbrella. you can also send in domestic stuff like mornings with the hockey you like, or anything fluffy if that’s what you prefer. but do keep in mind that wet weekends is for yenno

if i feel like i wouldn’t give your concept justice or that it is already ‘it’ for me that my adding up to it would ruin the concept, i will still be publishing it and just discuss it with yall!

unlike the previous wet weekend/s i’ve hosted, the pieces are now gonna be preceded by a proper warning tailored to the content underneath the cut. i’ll try my best to be as thorough as possible but please, if the warnings itself already make you feel iffy or sumn just do both of us a favor and scroll right past it.

and as always: albeit likes are nice and all, your reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! every author needs it so please help us by talking to us about our work. y’all gotta give us some room to improve. case in point: wet weekends!

now that that’s out of our hair: send me your thots and keep it spicy!

please be guided by the primary labels i will use:

pg (18+): safe for everyone. and by everyone i meant adult-safe-everyone. these are most likely suggestive or wholesome/domestic concepts. cuddles, makeout sesh, honeymoon phase typa thing, maybe?

nsfw (18+): it might be just vanilla sex but i would still recommend going through the succeeding warnings i will include. hope we’re okay with that!

disclaimer: regardless of you being an adult, please keep in mind that everything i produce are purely works of fiction. imagines, fantasies, whatever you choose to call it. i am not to be held liable when it comes to teaching y’all about sex. it doesn’t mean that i recommend any of it, even more so force you into liking/doing it. it’s nice to experiment with your partner and indulge in all the naaasty (or if you don’t have one that’s cool too) but most of the time i’m just taking my experiences/experiences of people i hold dear close irl (i don’t necessarily take their personal stories and write it here in canon bc that’s hella creepy but i tend to get inspo from that kinda like things i wanna do for when i do do it, you get me?) so to cut this short, you are solely responsible to what you choose to consume as i am to what i choose to put out. as always, happy reading!! 💜 — ally.

[stormecloudy-blog]

Petrichor

“There’s so many things I want to do. There’s so many memories I want to erase” 

Inspiration for this angst filled blurb, which I am doing based on an anon request about Shawn being like 21 and his girlfriend younger... so she will be 18 because I am all about keeping it legal. Ya know? Anyway, this will probably suck...sorry.

She can’t breathe. Hands wringing together nervously, she starts to pick at the skin of her cuticles momentarily before smacking her hands back down to her lap. Eyes dart towards her phone, screen dark. No sign of notifications flashing at all. Still, she can’t help herself. She presses the button to light up the screen to show her message has been read. Last night. She sent him the message last night and nothing.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she leans over to open the window to maybe help clear her head. The soft breeze sways the curtains, calming her for a passing moment. The soft pitter patter of rain used to be her favorite. But now... all she can think about how he isn’t coming. Today is the one day she wanted him to be there, and he couldn’t even take the time to explain his lack of communication.

Falling back onto her bed with frustration still building her bones, she reaches out for her phone and decides to just call him. He may answer, he may not. But at least this way, she can leave a message and get all of these heavy words off her chest. Unlocking her screen, her heart lurches at the candid shot of Shawn smiling up at her. Normally, her heart would swell and her stomach would flutter. Instead, there is only dread as she looks at his face before calmly (probably not as much as she could be) pressing the call button and placing the phone to her ear.

The trilling of the line is jarring. It calls to mind the moments when she would hear the line ring only once before she would hear Shawn breathe her name into the phone, his voice low and full of content to know she was on the other end. Just as she is about to press end call, she hears him speak. He says her name,but his voice is distant and tired. He sounds like he was sleeping, mumbled words coming after the less than enthusiastic greeting she receives.

“I thought you were going to call...” she trails off, placing her thumb against her mouth and quelling the urge to unleash all the unspoken words sitting on her chest.

Shawn is silent. Sighs. She can hear the sound of rustling... imagines him climbing out of bed and walking to the window, running a hand absently through his messy curls. “Well, I didn't,” is all he says, his voice terse.

She closes her eyes, tears hovering at the edges and stinging her vision. It isn't supposed to be this way. She wants to remember their first kiss, holding hands, and even when he said I love you the first time over the phone. After all, today is her eighteenth birthday and she just wanted to hear his voice.

“I just...” She can't find the words, instead the silent tears begin to escape and she wipes them away angrily with her free hand. “It's my fucking birthday, and you can't even call me for one fucking minute.”

Shawn sucks in air through his teeth, almost seeming surprised at her venomous words.  He breathes out, a bitter chuckle emanating from his throat. “Happy fucking birthday, sweetheart,” he spats. She can imagine him pacing across his hotel room, head shaking in disbelief at the audacity she has to behave in this manner after everything. “I hope all of your wishes come true.”

She doesn't speak, wiping away the rest of the tears and searching for the right words. “Does the last year mean nothing to you?” She dares to ask, wondering how he can just let go of the relationship. Shawn once told her she was it for him, and she never doubted it for a second. Now, she can't even get him to send her a simple text back or just a message to acknowledge her being another year older.

He sighs, sounding resigned and sad at the same time, “You don't seem to grasp the concept of what actually fucking happened. You lied to me. I asked you right to your fucking face and you. Lied. To. Me.” 

She turns to the wall, looking at the photos she has posted of them together. Smiling and in love. The moments she thought she would be a part of until she took her last breath. She knows what she did was wrong... but she thought he would understand. Shawn was supposed to love her enough to forgive anything. After all, she would have done the same for him.

“You don't understand what happened.”

She hears the sound of muffled voices, distant music. He must have left his hotel room for a moment or answered the door. She can only hear the distant noises as it is clear he just walked away to answer the door and didn't even care enough to tell her he would be right back.

He is on tour like always, playing sold out shows and having the time of his life. She was supposed to join him after today... but... no matter. 

“"I love you, Shawn...” she says, just as she hears him pick the phone back up.

“"What?” He questions, more noises in the background not even apologizing for leaving her hanging or explaining what happened. “"Listen... I have things to do and I just can't...”

She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time. “You have to go fuck that girl you were posting about on Snapchat?” She hisses, anger rising in her chest at the plain fact Shawn won't even listen. It's her birthday, and he won't even try. A whole year of being together, and he behaves like it was just fling. She wanted to marry him, spend her life with him. She had all of these plans. Plans they shared, and he just starts his life over with someone else so quickly.

“Why the fuck does it matter? How can you keep forgetting what you did? I walked in on you fucking another dude... his dick was literally inside of you. Then when you tell me the next week you might be pregnant, then it's apparently my fucking child. First of all, I call bullshit on that. Second, you were supposed to be on the fucking pill so you didn't get pregnant. You're eighteen and I'm twenty one. Why the fuck would you try and trap me with-”

She cuts him off. “"I didn't want to trap you. I was just scared you were going to leave...” she whispers, knowing her explanation isn't good enough. 

“"If I hadn't fucking left the first ten months, why would that change? You just wanted to keep spending money and being seen by the right people. You didn't even love me anymore. You loved my fame.”

She is silent.

“"There's so many things I want to do. There's so many memories I want to erase...” Shawn states plainly, ready to be finished with the conversation. “"I spent a year of my life loving you. And you repaid me by fucking another guy and posting shit about me online. Sorry I didn't want to call you on your birthday. I'm definitely the bad guy in this story. Fuck this. I don't need this shit anymore.”

He hangs up, silence filling the line. She can still hear the rain falling against her house, but she's pretty sure it's also the sound of her heart breaking in sync with each drop.