#points for breaking Sid's brain on that one

[pall0r-mortis]

"It's not my life," Sid replied, quite directly and there was no pretty imagery to go along with the sentiment like the way that James described it. Because that was all well and good for James, if he wanted to be poetic about it Sid wasn't going to call him on it, he just didn't really see anything poetic in his own situation.

"It's not the place, it could be any place and I would feel just the same, it's just not the place I'm supposed to be." He continued, and the edges of those words felt brittle, of course there was some bitterness behind them but it wasn't directed at the town, it wasn't directed at James, as much as Sid enjoyed projecting his irritation on things around him he knew the reason why he was so fully frustrated being there. "I'm here because my father needs me to be here, and I wasn't going to say no to that." Although it was more the case that he couldn't say no, but that fell firmly into the realms of things James did not need to know.

Paul would have been furious anyway if he thought Sid was making the implication that he was in some dire state; it was unacceptable. Like most of the conversation would have been unacceptable since it wasn't getting him any closer to what he actually needed from James.

That town was more likely to have a hand wrapped around his throat than holding his hand, Sid reflected, but he didn't say that. He just gave what amounted to a shrug of his shoulders. Sid knew what was missing in that town that he needed; he did not have the obscurity that felt like safety. If anyone looked too closely they would notice the things that were different, and those were the things that Sid didn't want people noticing. Those were the things that Sid covered over with more glaring details, wrapped them up in clothes that made people label him off as a problem and flat expressions that convinced others they didn't want to talk to him; for as much of that image was so fully himself it was also camouflage that he felt secure in.

An idea he was sure he wouldn't be able to explain to someone like James; the pretty boy next door (Sid wasn't blind, thanks) type who was such a staple in town that people stopped to chat on the street with.

"So you wouldn't be escaping, and you don't care if you go somewhere else; so what do you care about?" Sid was honestly baffled by how lackadaisical James was on the idea; he had no reference for the concept of just taking life as it came along. That sounded like such a foreign idea that he could barely wrap his head around it. "You're just not going to do anything until something comes along for you to do?" It became progressively more perplexing the longer he tried to reason through this idea, the confusion started to become more apparent in his expression as he talked, a tiny hint of envy joining it because how did someone just not have a plan they had to follow?

"Who said I didn't like the dreams," he mumbled, he hadn't said that directly. But what did those brief escapes offer him that weren't going to be more of a sting after they were gone?

@captainjamesjoneshook

@pall0r-mortis

James came a nod and loud, Mmmhmm, to confirm– why yes! It was contradictory! Good on Sid for being able to use the five cent word in accurately in a sentence. Though if he had meant that to be a needle at James' method, it hadn't hit the right nerve because duh, of course it was contradictory. That was rather the point of the statement, to show that Sid needed to actually get James engaged in the conversation if he wanted to hear his opinions on anything rather than pretending like he already knew what was going on inside James' head and talking to himself.

He snorted at what topic Sid had come up with, thinking it was rather low hanging fruit– but maybe that was just because it had been a conversation everyone'd already had in their last year of Secondary. At least, everyone in James' social circle had. It felt like the only topic at the lunch table that first semester as everyone applied to uni's or apprenticeships or discussing gap years.

"If I left, it wouldn't be because I'm escaping. It's not as if the place has a chain around my neck keeping me tied here or anything. I'd just be going elsewhere," he said and meant it. James had never felt trapped in Swynlake the way a lot of people seemed to think they were. Maybe that was because his father had always held the promise of travel in his future, so he had always known he wasn't meant to stay.

But now with his dad gone and James' physical state being what it was, Swynlake was where he was going to remain for some time. This also didn't bother him. He quite liked it, even for all its faults. The only part that bothered him was not being able to go after the thing that killed his dad while he waited to heal.

"I dunno, really. It all depends on my recovery timeline, which will then determine my mobility timeline, and– there's a lot of details and variables that'll come in to play that'll make that answer for me. For now I'm alright where I am. Going off your scale here, though, I'd reckon I'm gently holding on to Swynlake's hand with my own. I'm brushing her knuckles with my thumb, she's squeezing my hand on the occasion, but not too tight," he explained. "What about you, eh? From the sounds of it, seems like you're ready to cut and run as soon as possible. Don't even like our nice little dreams it gives you, free of charge."

[ktamina]

SID for Metal Hammer, 1999

¡¡¡FULL interview here!!!

SID WILSON

Age: 22.

Marital status: I have a girlfriend.

Nickname?: Filth, or the epitome of...

Born and bred?: Born in Des Moines although my whole family is from England.

Instrument played?: Turntables.

Band previous to Slipknot?: I have a DJ crew called Soundproof Coalition, who are based out of Des Moines.

First record bought?: The first one I owned was the Miami Vice soundtrack which my parents bought for me.

First band seen live?: I was really young and my parents took me to see Sheena Easton.

Describe yourself in three words: Organic brain syndrome.

What does your mask represent?: To me it's like I'm killing myself on stage. I am constantly at war as the gas mask reminds people at war, so it's like I am constantly dying up there.

Was the visual image your idea?: Yeah, it kinda fell in my lap. I got into the band and was looking for a mask and the gas mask kinda found me. Since then I have been pretty interested in them and If I ever see one I buy it. Right now I have seven or eight of them.

Special Ingredient you bring to the band?: Youth, as I am the youngest member of the band which keeps it fresh.

What is your greatest fear?: Dying young. It is something I think about, as you can die from all kinds of things- I could break my neck at a show, catch a disease or the government could assassinate me.

What is your idea of hell?: I don't believe in it. If there is a hell, planet earth is it.

First job: Working at raves.

Have you ever experimented with auto eroticism?: Yeah, I guess I have. I've wore choke collars, as in the rave scene there have been a lot of experiences which have been pretty crazy.

Tell me your favorite sexual fantasy introducing Salvador Dalí (the late great surrealist painter), an orange, and a bicycle?: I would ride the bicycle for three hours to be completely exhausted, then me and my girlfriend would enter the painting with the melted clocks in it (The Persistence of Memory) and then at the point of orgasm melt like the clocks and eat the oranges for a reward.

Do you enjoy a good wank?: Yeah, every day. When we went on The Howard Stern Show I wanted in show him my cock and I was trying to keep it a decent hanging size, so I was jerking off, and by the time we were on it only lasted a minute so I didn't even get the chance to show it. I think he was actually quite scared of it.

Do you often wank in public?: It depends. When I go into my personality of number 0 the number takes over and I never know what he is going to do, but myself, not really.

What would be the concept for a Slipknot porno movie?: I probably wouldn't do much talking as when I am in my alter ego of 0 I don't talk much. There would be a lot of drooling, slobbering and grunting. There would be no need for dialect, just get down to it.

Hobbies outside the band?: I like to snowboard and sculpt with clay. I am also into cooking. My mom has been teaching me since I was three. My speciality is french crepes.

Fave horror movie?: Evil Dead 2 and Army Of Darkness.

Fave author?: Edgar Allen Poe is the only literature have ever finished reading.

Band you'd like to tour with?: It wouldn't go in with the genre of Skipknot, but me personally, it would be The Beastie Boys. At the point when I got into DJing, break dancing and hip hop The Beastie Boys were a big part of that. I have always listened to them.

Who do you think is the most heavy metal band of all time?: Slipknot.

Worst way to die?: Without my family. By myself.

If your house was burning down. What is the one thing you would run in and save?: If all my family was out, I would have to go and get the hair wrap my girlfriend gave me before we started dating. It is made out of her hair.

If you were the president of the USA for a day and could achieve one thing only. What would it be?: I would make it a free country and expose the government for what it is.

What is your dog called?: Mary Jane Wilson. She's part whippet and part dingo.

if you read all this follow me ¡HERE! I post media of Sid every 4 hours ♡

[purple-obsidian]

Gonna throw more thoughts in your inbox about your ak jason todd fic cause I'm a rambler. So apologizes on advance.

Anyway, she's seriously been through so much. (And so has he) but it's an everyday fight to try and give him what he wants. To try and fix something when it seems like she's the only one trying to. So, what's her breaking point?

Hear me out, he comes back one night in the suit, helmet and voice modulation and all. Maybe she's never seen it on before. Or maybe he's just never worn the helmet around her long enough for her to get a good look. It probably scares her. (Like you said in part two. He scares her.) She asks him to take it off and it leads to a fight. Well, it leads to him being combative and her trying to defuse.

But, it leads to more and the helmet stays on and I think that's her breaking point. Because every other time she can dissociate and pretend it's still him but not like that. Not when his voice isn't his and she can't see his face and feel his skin or his hair. He feels like someone else. Maybe he is someone else. I feel like you alluded to something similar in part two when she was trying to touch him?

But I feel like that would be what breaks her. No matter how hard she tried he still doesn't believe her and still just uses her for some semblance of comfort. I think she would run. Probably poorly thought out but I'm imagining she might be lucky enough to make it to an airport, a car, something. But does she actually get on the plane? Get out of gotham? If she does, is he willing to pause his plan to bring her back?

Or does she do something he sees as worse. Does she go to dick? Alfred? Bruce? Does it make them too broken to ever really love each other again? To ever find comfort in each other's touch without flinching?

dude the helmet?? fucking beautiful. tragic. he totally would, too. the gears in my brain are spinning. reader has expressed desire more than once for skin-to-skin. for him to go opposite, push reader further away, and actually put more layers between them... i seriously love how your brain works.

and if another character gets involved, it will most likely be the one i already mentioned. there's a reason why i mentioned him in part 2 again 😉 more opportunity for yummy yummy angst. i have a whole separate file for the backstory of what happened between him and reader while jason was gone.

i love your ideas ty ty ty for sharing i appreciate you <3

xoxo sid

[screamlet]

"old school" comfort fic recs

tagged by @liminalmemories21 and @rcmclachlan

What are your old school comfort fics? The ones from fandoms that haven't been active in yeeeaaars, but you've read so many times you can practically quote them.

big big BIG caveat: lol. these are not old school fandoms, as such, but the truly old school ones i grew up with died with livejournal and del.icio.us. however!!! all these fics are 5-10 (or more) years old and that's about as old school as my bookmarks get.

i don't have tumblr usernames for these authors, but if they're around let them know? or don't!

fandoms covered: bts, check please, hockey rpf [all archive locked], star trek (aos and rpf), and the untamed

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BTS happy that we met each other (jinkook, @/fictionalmissp, @/pearlowrites)

Jungkook is trying to adjust to life after military service. Seokjin is dealing with his recent divorce and being a dad. Everyone is trying their best.

someday we'll know (rapline ot3, @/fadetomorrow)

Six years ago, Hoseok walked away from Big Hit and an opportunity to debut as part of an idol group. He's worked hard to build a name for himself halfway across the world when he and the people he left behind collide again.

rivers and roads (til i reach you) (namseok, @/undercoverjikooks)

Namjoon is a lonely, anxious businessman who finds comfort and peace in sex worker slash grocery store clerk Hoseok, who's convinced that he's only worth leaving.

Should Never Fall So Easily (namseok, @/murderoustannie)

It’s not that Namjoon sleep-walked into his relationship with Hoseok, exactly. Mostly because that would imply a total lack of pain and embarrassment, giving the whole ordeal a dream-like quality to it that Namjoon doesn’t think it deserves. But if you asked Namjoon how it happened, exactly, he would have a hard time pin-pointing it.

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CHECK PLEASE! for all of the perfect things that i doubt (series) (kent parson centric, mostly kent parson/omc, @/idrilka)

and in that series: no lightning, just thunder (kent parson/omc)

At thirty-five, Kent wins his fourth Stanley Cup. Two months later, he retires from the NHL.

Lord, What a Difference a Day Makes (kent parson/alexei mashkov, @/coffeestars)

Kent time travels (he thinks; it’s either that or he’s gone off the deep end once and for all), gets married to some Russian guy built like a tree, acquires two children, one of whom isn’t even his, freaks out, and grows up. In that order.

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HOCKEY RPF

double digging for the successful transplant of organic cultivars (michael latta/tom wilson, @/rest)

Tom likes working with his hands, but it is a solitary life. He would much prefer to be married. Leaving and settling elsewhere is his surest chance for having that. (aka "The Space Western Mail Order Bride AU")

love on a deposit of frozen pleistocene carbon (nicklas backstrom/alex ovechkin, @/saintsideways)

Sasha is the only person to have lasted more than a year at Wrest Island Arctic Research Station, except, of course, for Dr. Bäckström. Or: Sasha's head over heels, in a slightly more than figurative sense.

human resources (nicklas backstrom/alex ovechkin, @/babygotbackstrom)

Sasha knows he's going to marry the angel who works in the finance department.

i want to belong here (sidney crosby/evgeni malkin, @/cathedralhearts)

“Can I come to Russia with you?” Zhenya’s brain fritzes out for a second. “Sorry?” he asks, thinking he’s misheard. Years of pining can do that to a person -- make you believe that the object of your affections wants something more than they really do. Sid’s gone bright pink and is staring at the floor, so maybe it’s not pining-induced insanity. Sanja will be pleased.

the light through the windowpane (tyson barrie/gabe landeskog, @/underwaternow)

or, the one where Gabe and Tyson fall in love, break up, Gabe gets married, Tyson falls apart a little, they don't speak to each other for awhile, and then they finally make up. colloquially referred to as “sad fic” but there's very much a happy ending

Big Horny's Guide to Finding Love (and Then Some) for the Modern Man (erik johnson/nate mackinnon, @/venvephe)

ExtraJuicy 🍑🍑💦 Both sporty and spicy. Not a horse girl, but likes to ride. Have a sense of humor and we’ll see where it goes. “Is that Grindr?” Gabe gasps out, and EJ elbows him deftly in the side as several heads swivel in their direction. Fucking Gabe and his big forehead and bigger mouth. “Erik Robert Johnson, have you learned how to sext?”

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STAR TREK (REBOOT) strive seek find yield (aka SPOCTORIA) (kirk/spock, @waldorph)

Spock is heir to the Federation throne, Jim is Prince of America because his fucking brother abdicated, and the Klingons are on the verge of blowing shit up--a love story.

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STAR TREK (RPF) merry bachelors (chris pine/zachary quinto, @/therumjournals)

Ten years from now, Zach reads a promising script. (Aka Chris and Zach make a movie about Cary Grant and Randolph Scott)

chris, nicky, and the nanny (chris pine/zachary quinto, @/thedanveresque)

Chris hires a hipster manny for his son Nicky.

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THE UNTAMED all the time in the world to get it right (series) (lwj/wwx, @/belle_abroad)

on a rainy morning wei ying, debut novelist, ducks into lan zhan's bookstore, the quiet room, and never leaves. (lan zhan's heart. he leaves the store, a couple of times.)

[yabagofmilfs]

I mean. Sex freak bf. Obviously has me hooked 👀👂

🫡🫡🫡

okay one thing you need know about me is orgasm delay/denial is one of my favorite tropes, so don’t be surprised if there’s at least one more along these lines in that wip list.

basically sid is insane, and only lets himself come if they win. and if they lose particularly badly, he gets geno to edge him until he’s crying about it and then he still doesn’t get to come.

a little snip:

Atonement is the word that comes to mind, but it’s too close to punishment to say out loud. He’d started it in Juniors, when it’d almost been a game to him–first one to score gets to score. Except he’d been in competition with his own dick, and the only way either of them was going to score was if he scored a goal. After he got the C, it became something else. Something that required active participation–an act of will rather than passive denial.

He doesn’t know why it helps, only that it does. Only that in times like now, when he feels exhausted and desperate, it makes his brain go quiet and still.

Geno heaves a deep sigh. “Sex freak boyfriend.” Sid laughs and feels the relief trickle through him; he doesn’t have the energy to fight with Geno tonight. “No one know Sidney Crosby so kinky.”

“It’s not a kink!” Geno raises a skeptical eyebrow. “It’s not–it’s not like I’m doing this just because I want to. It’s for hockey.” Mostly.

“Sid, everything in your life for hockey. Doesn’t mean this not a kink.”

“Not everything,” Sid says, just to be contrary.

“Name one thing not for hockey.”

“You,” he says without thinking about it, and regrets it immediately.

Geno grins. “I’m most hockey thing. You only like me because my hockey best.”

“Also your dick,” Sid points out. “Which doesn’t have anything to do with hockey.”

“Maybe use my dick for hockey tonight,” Geno says, rolling on top of Sid and grinding down a little. “Maybe I fuck you, we break streak.”

“You can fuck me,” he says, a little out of breath, arching into the roll of Geno’s hips. “We can do that.” The thought of it has his belly going tight and hot. The rush of arousal makes his balls feel sore and heavy, a reminder of the last ten days of denial.

“Yeah?” Geno says, and the hopefulness in it tips Sid off.

“I mean, I’m not going to come, but you could still do it.”

[crosbyism]

HELLO IM BACK (the sid should have gender affirming sex anon) bc i just realized the real and true reason for sid’s old jock. it looks like an infection hazard right?? THATS THE POINT. the constant dick checks needed to prevent a rash. having a glorified 15 step korean skin care routine for his dick and balls. demanding nate double check his junk.

i had a whole thing about sid fucking his way across the masculinity spectrum to tell u and i can’t express it rn :( i am slightly high i think sid starts out w some fairly stereotypical cishet ideas of masculinity and sex, thinking in the middle of the flyers era misgendering. assumes his visceral negative reaction to getting babygirled is as much the sub part as gender (also bc prob has a lot of cishet ideas about gender and penetration and power) then he gets baby boy-ed and it’s like iiiii can shooow uuuu the woooorld like i think he’s a switch (sex competition!) which imo is underexplored but idk maybe he was operating off the hind brain assumption that bc he was topping in a certain sitch he’s be in charge and gets baby boy-ed by a power bottom. or maybe he tries anal but decides penetration doesn’t get him the way a handjob does bc he wants to touch dicks! idk i think sex gets a lot more wet n wild when penetration isnt treated as “realer” than all other forms even if it can be fun! i am high and this is probably a more nuanced topic than i can express rn sorry :( i just was struck w inspiration about sid’s nasty jock and demanding his junk be looked at to see if other ppl thought he was getting a rash or not

sid gets wiggly when condescendingly called sport

ur so right re nate and the eroticization of the everyday via sid’s masculinity kink. also i think one time the sink breaks and sid’s hind brain is like I Know What To Do and it’s not until he’s standing in front of the sink wearing a white tank top jeans toolbelt and holding a hammer (for a sink???) w nate staring at him expectantly that sid realizes he got all his knowledge from porn and has no clue what to do when facing an actual sink

also i think nate can trick? sid into doing chores if he frames it as fulfilling sid’s being a middle aged man kink. home depot dad kink. babe bring home the bacon. hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping). hey stud gimme a ride? wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince. man these burgers are so good u gotta show me the recipe

i’ve mostly talked about sid here but ur nate idea w him having his everyday in a box and sec in a box and sid exploding the boxes is soooooo good

ok bye im going to go eat peanut butter. wait no i have chocolate cake!!!!

BESTIE WELCOME BACK 😍🥰😘 lol i love u and feel free to come into my inbox high and craving chocolate cake anytime. im laughing and delighted

LMAOOO re: sid’s nasty jock being an excuse for regular junk inspections, im crying ur SO right bestie. sid keeps being like: oh nooo i have to get my junk inspected again :( and someone has to fondle it while talking about my cock and balls in excruciating detail :( oh nooo what if they have to take out a magnifying glass :( to check for an infection :( and then they’d have to KEEP talking to me regularly about by cock and balls. and inspect it. every day.

anyone else: sid why don’t you just get a new jock

sid: no :) can’t. ✨superstition✨

like it would be SO ON BRAND for him. im crying. and also rolling in this headcanon like a pig in filth (read: sid’s junk in his jock)

re: sid working his way up to it and discovering the delights and dynamics of queer sex as an underbaked youngling, u r cooking and now i’m thinking about, like. sid nervously for one of his first sort of hook ups working his way up to insisting on topping with a very effeminate gay dude (since he feels safe asking for it there) and the guy just blowing his mind going “mh honey you’re such a stud, you’re gonna come and fill me right up, aren’t you?” sid goes UH. yes. YES PLEASE. and the sex essentially starts the process of boiling the frog for him, bc the guy is like. clearly at least a a decade older, clearly handling the reigns, but he’s also luxuriating in getting a cock inside him, calls sid (“just, uh. don’t call me kid, please.”) a sport, a stud, a good boy, basically sort of caringly soft doms him (“oh you’re gonna blow your load soon, aren’t you, baby boy? inside me? it’s okay baby, your big cock feels so good, i want it.”) while also begging for a cock in his ass. by the time sid walks out of there his queer third eye is blown wide the fuck open and he starts sucking and fucking his way through pittsburgh, craving nothing less than the high of shrimp colour sexual encounters. figuring out the shape of his (masc kink) sexual preferences one ultra specific hookup at a time.

the thing is that as a rookie he’s small in hockey terms, but he’s still a big guy compared to the normal population. so it’s not exactly hard to start topping dudes. but i think he does the classic dom top thing a couple of times and it gets a little boring. he loves fucking jocks, albeit starts out fucking smaller guys than him. he’s ecstatic the first time a bearded guy bigger than him goes to his knees and praises how pretty his cock is between sucking him off. he loves being called baby boy. sometimes even likes being called “kid” (but only in a specific gay hookup way). over the years he grows to like and appreciate all sorts of little masc epithets (big guy, handsome, mister, and ultimately daddy). i’m with you re: absolutely a switch, although i think he works his way up to some stuff. he just always, regardless of dynamic, enjoys sex the most when it’s full of masculinisation kink. he loves to be a dude fucking dudes. any which way. he loves touching a dick

i’m laughing so much @ nate tricking him into doing chores via middle aged dad kink bc why are u SO right about this. this is real to me. once nate figures the masc kink thing out he is milking that cow cock day and night about it. “hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping)” and “wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince” are going to live in my mind rent free forever now, thank u. i’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night two weeks from now thinking: “hunting (grocery shopping)”. and the fact that sid 100% gets off on it. thrives on being referred to like this. sid wants to be the mustachioed porno plumber so bad. nate lets him tinker and break the sink even more just for the kink of it before they break 3 hours and two rounds of sex later and finally call an actual plumber. it’s a good thing they’re millionaires that can afford to break their appliances even more before hiring a professional to fix it.

[mochie85]

Wanderlust

Part 1 of the Wanderlust Series.

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Summary: You try to convince your best friend to go on a long road trip with you. Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader Word Count: 694 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff. ALL fluff. A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty June Monthly Challenge: Summer Vibes. I picked a tent (can the VW Bus be considered a tent?) and the Road setting. I don't know if I should continue with the story. I mean, I have some ideas, but I don't think there's an actual plot...lol. Edit: It's decided...it's now a series...I hope y'all are happy!

The one thing you wanted to do before you started your new job was to visit the national parks in your state. You graduated with honors and had multiple job offers in the tech industry because of the algorithm you created for your senior project.

Tech careers were unpredictable and oftentimes fleeting. But you were confident that your innovative program would help kick-start your career and cement your position in the company that you chose for a long while.

That’s why you wanted to go out and travel. See nature! Just before you commit to a desk and computer for the rest of your foreseeable future.

“Do you know how big California is?” Bucky asked you agitated.

“Yes, I do,” you answered back with a cheeky grin.

“California has the greatest number of national parks!” he pointed at the map.

“Yes. Nine! And that doesn’t include the monuments and the trails and the memorials-”

“No!”

“Well, I’m not asking for your permission.”

“I still say, ‘no.’”

“I’ll go with or without you, Buck. I just thought you should know my plan.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is out there? Especially if you’re alone.”

“I can take care of myself. I did take that self-defense class for a couple of months,” you reasoned.

“Why can’t you go somewhere that has- Look, Nevada! Nevada has one national park. The Great Basin. And hey…we could even hit up Vegas while we’re there!” Bucky pointed at the map.

“Oh, ya cuz I would really be safe from creep-o’s in Vegas!” you rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“Ok. What about Hawaii? Hawaii has two national parks! And it’s HA-WA-II!”

“Do you know how much that plane ticket would cost? I haven’t started my job yet. Besides, who would watch Smokey while I was away?”

“You’re bringing the dog?!”

“Of course, I’m bringing the dog! Smokey goes where I go.” And as if he was called, your large greyhound came over licking your hand under the table. “We’re gonna have so much fun in our Bus-Bus, aren’t we, Smokey?!”

“And another thing?! How sure are you that the rusted piece of metal you call a car will actually take you around California? You’d probably break down before you get south of Oakland!”

“I had my mechanic look at it! Sid said it was in good shape! Plus I can call a tow if I need to.”

Bucky just looked at you defeated. He knew there was no convincing you out of this hair-brained plan of yours. You had always been a person to stick to your guns as soon as you planned it out. ‘No Regrets,’ you had always said.

No Regrets, Bucky repeated in his head trying to decide what to do. Nine parks! Nine! It would take you a month and a half to finish that round trip. And that’s only if you decided to stay at each park for a couple of nights, not the week you were planning.

“All right. All right. I’ll go with you.” Bucky relented, placing his head in his hands.

“I didn’t ask you to, Buck,” you chuckled, trying to hide the relief on your face.

“Bullshit! You knew I was going with you the moment you told me about it.” He called out your bluff. You shrieked and held your arms out to Bucky’s neck, embracing him in a tight hug.

 “You and I are gonna have so much fun! You’re not gonna regret this.”

“Ya, ya, ya.” Bucky relished in your warm embrace. You smelled like sun-kissed fruit on a lazy afternoon. You felt like a cool breeze that just wafted into his life unexpectedly and decided to stay. Erupting his life into chaos.

You pulled away looking into his deep blue eyes. He narrowed them as if he saw something in you that he had never seen before.

“Ok, we leave right after graduation! And you can’t take it back now Barnes. You’re in this with me till the end!” You smiled at him. Your cheeks were puffy and red, carrying a dimple that he wanted to caress.

“Lord, help me.” He whispered under his breath.

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Wow, that's a truly dizzying number of WIPs!! I hope it's okay to ask about multiple. I tried narrowing it down, I really did, but I'm still left with 4... So! Please tell me more about:

Surviving

Parallel

Another AU

Imperial AU

Multiple is definitely okay! So, I'll do these in order.

Surviving: If they live through all that happens in canon, well, Shen Wei's body goes through some stuff and I thought surely there'd be some after effects. Mostly in this case I went with some kind of brain trauma, plus some physical side effects. So there are days when Shen Wei just... isn't all there. And even when he is he isn't quite what he used to be physically, emotionally, mentally. Hopefully the dark energy is slowly healing some of it, but he'll probably never be quite the same and in any case it's a long healing process and none of it is easy on either Shen Wei or Zhao Yunlan. Also, there's some side plot where Zhao Yunlan keeps thinking he's hallucinating Ye Zun, but it's a ghost or something because he keeps showing up because he feels guilty about Shen Wei and wants to do something to help (probably something stupid).

In the end, the reason I haven't touched this in ages is because it's a heavy sort of subject and not only hard to do in a way that feels right but also gets tangled up in a lot of personal stuff for me.

Parallel: Right, this one is a bit confusing. Post canon ZYL ends up kind of occasionally slipping into this parallel timeline or something. His mom is there, but he never sees Shen Wei. Anyway, since they've promised not to have secrets anymore, he tells SW and then they both try to figure out what's going on and angst about whether or not it's something they should try to stop or not. The explanation is very vague and handwave but basically ZYL while temporarily not alive post-canon (before they came back obviously) somehow (with the help of some hallows I'd assume) did a bit of timeline tampering that he now has no memory of and it's taking a while for things to... settle. I really might just have wanted to save Shen Xi, tbh.

Another AU: very imaginative name and all. Oh okay, so this is not that AU, it's mostly canon universe, with slight differences in flavour to make it fit the story. But Shen Wei wakes up from his long nap and doesn't like the situation in Dixing, possibly tries to do something. The Regent doesn't like that. And somehow handwavily the end result is Shen Wei in jail in Dixing (he gets to meet Chu Shuzhi at some point). The story mostly starts with the SID getting a notification of an escaped Dixingren, no name or anything, just a general description. It turns out to be Shen Wei. The story got away from me a bit at this point and I'm looking at a whole mass break out (cause the regent sucks and Shen Wei is going to get everyone out of there, I guess, but it's not like Dixing will tell the SID that "oh btw, everyone escaped") and then while everyone is distracted by the whole mass jail break Shen Wei goes and frees Ye Zun and... It gets very chaotic at this point and the SID doesn't really do anything in the end because by the time they're told anything it's all kind of over already. Poor guys. And the twins plus Chu Shuzhi go and bunk with Zhu Jiu in Haixing for a while as Ye Zun recuperates (and probably Shen Wei needs some time too, getting everyone out can't have been easy).

And then there might be a whole rebellion in Dixing at some point. And the SID just gets these bits and pieces from Dixingren they happen to interrogate. And they're still looking for Shen Wei. One day the Black Cloaked Envoy shows up at the SID...

Imperial AU: okay so this one is all new. So I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet. Zhao Xinci is emperor, Zhao Yunlan crown prince. There's a war with Dixing, because someone assassinated Zhao Yunlan's mom, probably while trying to kill Zhao Xinci and Zhao Xinci decided they need to kill all of Dicing or something. They kind of won, but by then they've pretty much exhausted their resources and they need peace post haste. So to stabilise things there's a marriage between Zhao Yunlan and a Dixing prince, Shen Wei of course.

Zhao Yunlan is not happy. He doesn't particularly like Dixingren. But he can't really say no to the emperor so marriage it is. Also, he realises they really need the peace.

The plan is that Dixingren still have powers, but they're suppressing Shen Wei's somehow while he's in Haixing. Otherwise it'd be too dangerous for the crown prince and all. Zhao Yunlan is aware of it, but he doesn't realise it's painful to Shen Wei. Because there's a lot of angst potential there. But I haven't actually gotten to any of this and I'm still in the process of getting them married. And them I need to actually start getting along.

Of course, there should also be some kind of secret plot going on where Dixing has a plan to get out of this whole situation and turn things around for all of Dixing. And Shen Wei definitely has some kind of secret identity. And Ye Zun is left in Fixing to make some kind of plans. But I might still need to work out what any of these things are. Oops. Maybe it'll come to me at some point.

[humbledragon669]

Self-indulgent intro

OK, here goes… TL;DR summary of why I’m about to do what I’m about to do:

Watched Good Omens Season 1 years ago.

Watched both seasons of Good Omens a few months after the release of Season 2. Brainrot affliction commences.

First fanfic written after being kept awake by the nagging question of what might happen to an angel if they committed a deadly sin (link to fanfic is here).

Joined Tumblr after finding a couple of really interesting meta-theories. And GIF sets…

Second fic written after being kept awake by the singular image of yellow eyes in a darkened alley (that one turned into 15000 words – link here).

Multiple ideas for other supplementary fics now crowding my brain after completing the second fic.

“Research” required for the supplementary fic ideas, including an analysis of each episode and the book.

In summary, I will be using Tumblr as a platform to sum up my ideas and thoughts on the research process, followed up with the links to the fics themselves as a) an attempt to satisfy the incessant brainrot caused by whatever crack it is that Neil et al injected into this show and b) something to do to pass the time before Season 3 comes out, which quite frankly feels like a lifetime away right now.

I will caveat this whole process with a few of points:

“Restraint” was only my second ever fanfic that I wrote (the first wasn’t even about Good Omens, but Our Flag Means Death), and “Dangerous Liaisons” my second.

I had never written for pleasure prior to discovering these shows and never thought it was something that I could even do. I am afflicted with a delightful combination that so many other fanfic authors seem to have – imposter syndrome, low self-esteem in my work, and a craving for my work to be liked to the point of having over-achiever syndrome.

My episode write-ups are not intended to be full in-depth analyses.  Sure, there will be some subtextual investigation going on, and yes, I did watch some parts of some episodes on a frame-by-frame basis to catch some of micro-expressions.  I have not gone into minute detail like colour representation, though I am aware that some people have and have some interesting theories on that basis.  Let’s just say I’m not there… yet.  Maybe after my fics are done and I still have months to go until S3 release.

I am a hetero cisgender woman and whilst I support the LGBTQI+ community wholly, I do not feel that my life experiences qualify me to make any sort of statements about what this show means to that community.  As such, I have sought to keep my write-ups and stories as neutral as possible and have made no changes to the pronouns or genders of the characters from what the show and book have provided. (Side note, I wasn’t even sure whether to put this point in and am worried that it will cause someone offence. I welcome alternative or opposing points of view, please let me know if this particular point is in any way offensive or ignorant.)

Some of the write up content will be analytical, other parts may be more of a more note-taking nature. There’s no intended formal structure to them at this point in time!

Lastly, I am not a Dr. Who fan. I am aware that Omens is littered with references to the Dr. Who franchise – the likelihood is that I will have missed them unless they are blatantly obvious (hello SID RAT).

Thanks for reading!  Work will now commence on the episode write up for S1E1 – “In the Beginning”.  I would love to hear from you if you think there might be something I’ve missed or misinterpreted, or if you feel like there’s more to be said, or even just to say hello!  I’d love it some of my fics were to get a few more reads – go gently with me on the criticism there, I’m still very new to the whole thing!

EDIT: I started the first episode write up and quickly discovered that one blog post per episode might have been a little ambitious! I'm going to try and break it down into time periods within episodes instead. once I have a couple under my belt, I'll start a master post.

[lovethytendytenderly]

An interesting choice I made somewhere when thinking about NDSIL (series name for melt your headaches and it’s wip sequels flooded lungs, and hey moon) was decided that Sid Geno Tanger and Ek were all Doms. Obviously MYH is D!Tanger/s!Jars/D!EK partially to separate it from the excellent D!Tanger/switch!Ek fic by Couth on here and ao3. What’s interesting isn’t that the leadership core is all Doms (it’s not, Rusty is a switch but that’s never come up) but that my brain went ah yeah Sid/Geno still together.

Usually when doing fantasy secondary genders (at this point the alternate universe - bdsm tag means biological bdsm to me, a world that’s like omegaverse but instead of that specific fantasy biology it’s just bdsm as the fantasy biology) it’s very common to gender the pair opposite each other. One of them is an alpha so the other is an omega. One of them is a Dom so the other is a sub. I say one because honestly the best fics make an argument one way or the other and stick to it. I don’t get hung up on which one Sid is in contrast to Geno.

Anyway while just thinking about the background for this fic my brain decided both of them are Doms. Which doesn’t really mean anything except that those boys gay. They don’t have a shared sub between them to make the relationship “straight” they’re just gay for each other.

I bring this up because this isn’t a world with gender hang ups as we know them. People scene/hookup/date/marry/whatever people of the same biological or first gender all the time. There’s no “all men should be doms and all women subs so male subs or female doms are breaking gender roles.” None of that. It’s not gay to be two dudes in a scene.

What is gay, is to be two people of the same orientation in a scene. sub/sub gets the same fetishization as lesbians porn made for male gaze. The it’s not gay if it’s in a three way of this world is it’s not gay if you’ve got two dynamics. So if it’s Dom/sub/Dom well that’s not gay so long as the two doms aren’t doing things to each other, it’s all directed at the sub. (Tanger/Ek is happening gayly btw, unfortunately this series is Jars pov so idk if Tanger/Ek could happen on screen but anything’s possible). Of course the flip side, Dom/sub/sub, is the same vibes as a m/f/f threesome.

Now switches make things interesting but Dom/switch is the bi erasure of the world because “switch is just sub-lite” or “sure they’re a switch but they sub for you” gets thrown around a lot.

Switches and subs tend to get feminized when held against doms (at least by an our-world understanding of feminization and misogyny, not really having much to do with what it means to be female in-universe) but switches are masculinized when in a relationship with subs. Y’know how people ask queer couples who’s the girl and who’s the boy? For a given value of our world patriarchy/misogyny/misandry that is being projected onto fantasy secondary genders, Doms are the boy, subs the girl, switches are girls when they’re with a Dom and boys when in a switch/sub relationship.

In switch/switch relationships like the househusbands, the outsider/patriarchal view is obviously one person is secretly the Dom and one person the sub. Or, for that ship in particular cause it’s a casual polyamory (locker room poly my beloved) verse and they’ve a 4 way marriage, something about their wives in there. It’s not true but that’s the gender roles and outsider POV.

So back to Sid and Geno. They gay not because they’re both dudes but by the standards of the world they are two Doms happily married and are not looking for a sub to legitimize/straight-wash them. They’ve had thirds, both within the team and outside of it, and I’ll even believe Anna was around for a while, but they’re happy together as a gay pair.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I know I gotta write cause my Pens won but I’m just emotional cause Sid gets his 1600 point (and counting) and Geno got his 500th goal with a Sid assist and we came back and tied it up and my captain, the one man I love wins the game. I love my boys so much. I live in the same time period as my core and I get to watch them make history, I just get so in my feels when I think about it. But also, I started reading a random library book and I wanna scream, idk if I want them to work out! Like I just don’t know! This is why I don’t read romance ish things unless it’s fanfiction! Like I want to read this book so bad so I know what happens, but my team did so stellar and I’m so superstitious so I’m gonna try and write

Update: I wrote like one paragraph and had to read the book. I just finished it and I’m conflicted, I want to scream but also for what. I just. It’s so long since a book book has made me feel some type of way like I get rooting for them but fuck. I just don’t see how you can look past big issues like that. Everything is not fine!!! Reading this book during an election year too was a choice, I can’t help wondering if they’re still together and how they would feel about this year’s election. I want a sequel so badly. I’m a hopeless romantic I am and I know he treats her well but fuck, his ideals just don’t match and he’ll never understand where she’s coming from and I know that he’s trying and he has changed but Omm I just. I don’t know!!! I don’t know if I should root for them! I just can’t even imagine myself in this situation, I get opposites attract I do and truthfully they’re not that different, they have a lot in common but just the way their brains work. I don’t know. I just don’t know. Is love enough? That’s what it boils down to and I don’t know the answer. It’s why I’m still stuck on CoAi to bring it back to fandom stuff *sigh but I think I leans towards breaking up which says a lot about the way I look at CoAi too. It gets exhausting and at some point you just get tired of fighting/ being upset. I’ll do more writing tomorrow cause again superstitious but my mind is just reeling from this book

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somewhere this works

Author: cuprun

Sid looks at the clock and sees that it’s 7pm, and on instinct, muscle memory, or by divine inspiration his brain supplies him with the thought: it’s puck drop in Philadelphia. At first he shakes off the thought, takes a long swig of whiskey, and thinks: what’s the point in watching the same game I’ve seen three times already? But then, as he winces against the burn in his throat, he realises something.

He hasn’t seen the same game three times already.

The game’s been different. Once.

four hockey players walk into a time loop. stop me if you've heard this one.

Recommendation: I LOVE a good timeloop fic and this one is excellent and just different enough to make me want to reread all the other time loops I have in my bookmarks. Starring four emotionally stunted hockey men instead of just two! Sid’s characterization in particular just feels so right to me in this at this stage in his life/career but still a completely competitive little shit. Claude is the grumpiest but he’s got good reason to be and NolPat breaks my heart a little. TK is just. A+ notes hilarious little gremlin man. And also all the side characters are just on point? NateMack is perfect and cracks me up in the glimpses we get of him. The contrast and similarities between old love story between older, established and younger ones with something more to prove finding their ways is nicely done and was fun to read.

Also, blue jays are absolutely territorial little assholes.

[pall0r-mortis]

Sid ignored the question, although he was making his life harder by doing so. But it was also annoyingly (not really but Sid was failing himself as a person admitting he wasn't hating this) entertaining that the guy (honestly somebody had to break and get to the point of names soon because even in his head that was getting old fast) was just as snappish as himself.

Or nearly so; longer fuse maybe.

In any case it was enough, aside from needing to get a better feel for the situation, to keep him engaged, curious.

"Being threatened by asking if you're bored must make you a great time at parties." Sid remarked, he didn't even have to reach far for that one.

Scud, meanwhile, had lumbered his way over to the chair to have a nose around it before he shoved his wide snout at the arm rest, staring at the stranger. This was the least subtle way of being for attention, but he'd never really excelled at subtle by most accounts. Wasn't really part of the general canine brain map in there; want equaled reaction. Want attention, cause reaction.

"Sitting in your yard staring at the road like it personally offended you isn't an invitation for visitors? Risky; might attract the overlord of the HOA; if an iron fence didn't stop her I don't think your mood would either." Sid added, lifting a hand to call Scud back, which the dog ignored because that wasn't actually the signal to call him. "Awww, he likes you," Sid glanced back towards the window and the bouncing spaniel, "seriously, is your dog okay or is she going to pass out trying to fight that window? What's her name?"

Listen, he liked dogs, he was allowed to be sympathetic towards them; they generally hadn't done anything to him personally.

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Lost Boys || Shook

[looooooooomis]

FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)

masterlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count:  5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao 

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.  

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.  

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”

[darkdisrepair]

imogen's favorite thing about the world

you better believe i was going to write an analysis, because i'm obsessed and because my brain has to do SOMETHING while i'm at work other than use microsoft power point

"imogen's favorite thing about the world? laudna."

before laura even answered the question, i had a hunch that she'd say laudna because, if you think about it, what else does imogen have? a hometown that has ostracized her because of her powers? a strained relationship with her father? a field full of flowers and her favorite horse? that one, maybe, but even those memories are tainted with the fact that often, that field is where the storm overtakes her in her dreams.

imogen has a hard life. it's full of pain and anxiety and isolation, and there's nothing more wonderful when you're alone than a friend who's there for you. someone who understands you and makes you laugh and gives you something to hold on to.

so of course she would say laudna.

and there are so many ways you could take this statement.

for one, i know that the shippers are going insane over that. there's an inherent romanticism in that statement, that i'm sure many a couple would relate to. there's nothing more beautiful than saying "out of all the beautiful things in the world, you're my favorite. you're what makes me happy and the thing that comes to mind when i think about all the good things there are in life."

that idea in itself is so intimate that it's hard to believe that you wouldn't fall in love a little with whoever that person is. so, when imogen says laudna is her favorite thing in the world, it could be a sign of what is to come. what deeper way to say i love you, than to say "my favorite thing in the world is you."

but also, the statement is so beautiful because could also not be romantic at all. as someone who has never really wanted a relationship and is probably aromantic, there is something so special about finding someone who you can confidently say "you're my favorite thing in the world and my favorite person."

it's relieving, to be able to be so confident in knowing that person will always be a part of you. and i do think that imogen and laudna will always have each other, because they mean so much to each other (as was made even more evident by laura's answer).

even though they may fight and may date other people or whatever ends up happening, i feel like it's hard to ever really stop loving someone who was your person enough to say "out of all the things in the world, you're my favorite," and i think that no matter what, imodna will always have "won" before the first episode of the campaign even ended, because they already deeply love each other.

thought some people may disagree, that the only way that they'll be canon is if they kiss/date/whatever, in my mind, in many ways, imodna has been canon for a long time already.

~

but moving on from that- laura's answer and so many other aspects of four sided dive hint at the fact that, of them all, imogen's life is just so desolate.

"she's like a violet. if you treat her wrong, she'll die quickly" and "laudna is imogen's favorite part about the world" are heartbreaking insights into imogen's mind.

there are so many things that can go wrong, for her. there are so many ways for the world to break her, and in many ways it already has. and that is why laudna, of all the years imogen's led, has made it to her shortlist for favorite thing in the world, because she has been hurt over and over again by the world and it takes and takes from her and the only thing it's really given her is laudna.

and that's why The Incident is so terrible, too, if you think about it- because now the thing- the person- that imogen loves most about the world doesn't feel like hers anymore, and after that, what does she have?

when you choose something as specific as a person for your favorite thing about the world, it's all the more difficult, because unlike "traveling" or "exploring curiosity" or "knowledge," all things that other characters during four-sided dive discussed loving, there is nothing that can replace a person. you can always travel to a new country, or learn a new quokka fact, but when you lose a person?

that's a space you can't ever quite fill the same again. and that's why laudna's "betrayal" weighs so clearly on imogen.

anyway. that was long but i've been thinking about it ALL DAY! much love to you, if you made it this far.

[ijustwanttoexist]

A Heartfelt Worry

I was thinking of my dogwalker au recently because I ended up with food poisoning like G in the first sequel, and this happened because of that. Hope y'all enjoy

Pairing(s): Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

"Hey, G?" Sid asks into the quiet.

They're both under the sheet, Sid in a t-shirt and underwear, Geno in a pair of sweats and a single sock he couldn't be bothered to take off. Geno had been mostly asleep, lulled there by the peace of hearing the man he was dating settling down for sleep.

Or, at least that's what Geno thought he'd been doing. Apparently he'd been thinking. Geno was usually better at heading that off with cuddles and silly little kisses, but it had been a busy week for Geno and a busier month for Sid, and they'd both fallen into bed with but a single 'glad to see you' smooch.

Geno grunts to let Sid know he was paying attention.

"Would you ever consider coming to a game? Y'know, if I got you tickets or something. Like maybe for you and a few of yours friends. You wouldn't have to sit with the SOAPs or anything."

One sentence in, and Geno turns to face Sid through the cocoon of the many pillows he'd been provided the first night he'd slept over "for back support". (Because neither of them were willing to say that Geno was a hedonist. And they were actually good for Geno's back, even if it did make cuddling difficult sometimes.)

After the third sentence, Geno sits up, propped on several pillows, because while Sid's bed is very comfortable, his headboard is not.

When Sidney has run out of steam, Geno runs the fingers of one hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"Sidka," he says, gently chiding, "working yourself up over something like this?" Geno doesn't have to see the flush to know it's there.

"Walk me through worry. I'm talk you down, like best boyfriend." Sid huffs at that.

"You'll think it's dumb."

"Not dumb," Geno immediately negates. "Think you get lost in here sometimes," he taps Sid's temple, then goes back to playing with his hair, "help you find your way out, if you want."

"I just..." but then he pauses. Geno can imagine Sid's bottom lip between his teeth as he fights his own brain. "I don't want to push you, for a lot of reasons. You've got your own relationship with hockey, and it's a lot less positive than mine. I don't want to hurt you."

He pauses again, and Geno makes a noise in his throat meant to convey he's listening and also to encourage Sid to continue.

"And neither of us is ready to come out publicly. You know all the spouses and partners, sure, but it's looked at differently at a game. And I just..."

Here, Sidney finally turns toward Geno. Geno rests his hand against the crown of Sid's head, and tries to meet his eyes in the dark.

"It's selfish, but I want you to be part of this part of my world too. You already know all the guys, you've met most of the coaches and staff. And, well, it would really mean a lot to me if I knew you were there, cheering me on."

"How you know I cheer for you? What if I cheer for Kris instead?"

Sid huffs again, but Geno feels him relax, which was the whole point. He ruffles Sid's hair slightly as he thinks, still looking at this man he loves as he is watched in turn.

"You been spinning circles in your head long time, I think."

"Couple weeks," Sid admits.

"Worked up over nothing, Sidka," he says it gently, to lessen the sting, but Sidney still breaks eye contact. Geno moves his hand from Sid's hair, and takes his hand instead.

"Happy to come to a game, or more than one. With friends. Without friends. Making you happy makes me happy. And, maybe I show up in 87 jersey."

He says the last sentence oh so casually, but he can feel Sid's eyes on him again.

"Maybe I wear your name on me, so everyone can see I'm yours, even if they don't know."

He hears Sid swallow thickly and has to hold back his grin.

"Maybe one of the partners gets a picture of me, just for us." He's using his most innocent, thoughtful tone, and he knows he has Sid hooked.

"Then maybe you bring me home after you win, and I go to bed in nothing but 87 jersey."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Geno," Sid groans and he sits up and pulls G into a fierce kiss."

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"You realize, if you go to a home game and they win, that superstitious, ties-his-laces-the-same, won't-call-or-text-his-mom-or-sister-on-game-day, grows-that-god-awful-mustache-when-he's-on-a-point-streak boyfriend of yours will never let you miss another one, right?" Sara asks incredulously when Geno asks if she can work an evening by herself sometime soon, after he's explained why.

"Yeah, I know," Geno says in a long sigh from where he's leaned up against the counter, chin in his hand. He sounds both resigned and fond. This is just what comes from dating a hockey player.