#turning anime boys into hockey boys is my passion

[hoejosatoru]

Introducing Captain Umemiya

[puckinghischier]

Tentastrophe

Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

summary: reader and nico are in a secret relationship while on a camping trip together

notes: hi lovies! i got this request from my dear 🏔️ anon so i had to get right on it!! this was so fun to write and even more fun to play out in my head while i was writing it 🤭. also i had no clue what to name it so i quite literally just made up a word 🫣. i hope you enjoy!! happy reading! 🫶🏼

request: We’re camping and my tent ripped, can I please share yours?

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You hated the outdoors. Truly, you despised being outside.

You hated bugs, you were scared of wild animals, you hated the heat, you hated dirt, grass made you itchy, and you really hate the lack of indoor plumbing.

Literally, how do people enjoy spending a week out in the middle of nowhere, no signal for miles, no air conditioning, and eating the same four types of canned food? Not to mention your dislike of sleeping bags.

Who wants to sleep on a flimsy piece of material on the hard ground for days at a time? It’s just simply not appealing.

You continue to list off the things in your head you hate about camping and the outdoors in general while watching yourself be driven farther and farther away from the city through the windshield of Jack’s SUV.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, don’t look like someone just kicked a puppy in front of you,” you hear from the front seat, Jack looking at you through his rear-view mirror.

You roll your eyes at him.

“Jack, I’m being taken to a remote location against my will with no access to a bathroom or civilization for seven whole days. At least if someone kicked a puppy in front of me, it’d be over sooner.”

“Woah, so you’re advocating for puppy kickers now, are you?” A new voice rings out, this one belonging to Dawson, who occupies the seat against the window beside of you.

“She’s not advocating for it, Dawson, she’s just saying she’d prefer it to being stuck in the woods with you for a week straight,” Holtzy responds from your other side, having been sandwiched between the two in the backseat of Jack’s car for the hour and a half ride to your unfortunate destination.

Dawson reaches behind your head to smack Alex’s. Alex tries to retaliate, and suddenly you have two hockey players trying to fight each other on either side of your body.

“Hey! Cut it out before you hurt Y/N! Coach needs her to get good footage this weekend,” Luke yells at the two forwards.

“Wow, thanks for showing me where my worth lies, Luke,” you deadpan.

Luke flashes you a grin before turning back around in his seat. “You’re welcome.”

You stick your tongue out at him, knowing he’s just teasing you.

When you applied for a marketing internship at the Prudential Center a year ago, you had no idea that you would become so invested in this world. After the initial six month period of your internship was over, you were making plans to find work elsewhere when you were approached by the team’s GM and asked if you were interested in staying on full time as the new social media manager.

You immediately agreed, knowing you had found your passion with working in sports and wanted to stick with it for as long as you could. It didn’t hurt that you had become such good friends with a handful of the players close to your age, four of which were in the same car as you right now.

You and Jack were the closest, though. The two of you bonded over your shared love of country music, a rare find outside of your southern hometown. You had found other interests in common, too, but becoming each other’s country music concert buddy is to credit for much of your friendship.

You grew close to Luke simply because of your proximity to Jack, but found that he’s become a little brother to you. People always assumed there was more than friendship going on between you and Jack, but both of the Hughes boys had become the brothers you never had, no feelings beyond that ever surfacing.

As your job continued to cause you to spend time with the team, you found yourself growing closer to other players as well.

Nico was another player you found yourself talking to long after your work duties were done for the day. Whether it was chatting before practice, pulling him a little too frequently to do interviews or make videos, or grabbing a bite to eat after practice and games because neither one of you wanted to end your conversations, you found the Swiss captain occupying a large chunk of your time both at work and outside of work.

Which doesn’t make it all that surprising that he asked you to be his girlfriend three months ago.

After a huge win over the Islanders at home, the entire team had decided to go out to celebrate. You had caught a ride with Jack that morning, but when you were searching for him so you could leave, he was nowhere to be found, already gone to whatever bar everyone had agreed on.

Nico had stayed behind to do a few extra post-game interviews, so when you bumped into him outside of the locker rooms on your search for Jack, he offered you a ride. You had mentioned how hungry you were, telling him you should probably go home and grab something to eat and change before getting an uber to the bar, but Nico had pulled into the first late-night diner he saw after you mentioned your lack of eating dinner.

The two of you sat in the 50’s themed diner for hours, ignoring all the calls and texts asking where you were and why you didn’t come out to celebrate. You didn’t even realize how late it was until you received a text from Jack, asking that you call him when you got up so he knew you made it home safe, apologizing for forgetting you at the arena.

Nico walked you up to your apartment after driving you home that night, despite the fact it was after three in the morning and they had a mid-day practice the next day. You still don’t know if it was the high of winning or the late hour, but he decided to kiss you at your doorstep that night. Three days later, he asked you to be his girlfriend because he told you he couldn’t stand not being exclusive with you for a second longer.

No one knew, though. You kept on acting as if nothing had changed at work, and no one caught on otherwise. You decided it was fun to keep it to yourselves, enjoying being each other’s secret. You didn’t know the policy on dating your coworkers, either, so you didn’t want to risk anything by outing the relationship this early.

You felt bad lying and sneaking around Jack and Luke, especially, but you’ll tell them eventually. You enjoyed having no eyes on you, your relationship being simply between you and Nico right now. When you tell your friends and the rest of the team, it’ll be out there for good. Fans will find out, your boss will find out, and then your small bubble of Nico will burst.

That’s another reason you dread this weekend. Not only do you just hate camping and being outside for long periods of time, you’re going to be stuck being around Nico for a week straight with no chance to be his girlfriend instead of his coworker.

The trip is the team’s pre-season bonding activity, so you’re tagging along to capture material for future videos and pictures for the various social media pages and website. You had tried to send one of the other members of your media team, not thrilled at the idea of a camping retreat, but the head coach had requested you, specifically, because of your ability to convince the players to participate in various trends and videos.

You owe some of that to Nico, of course. After the two of you formed a friendship, he started telling his teammates they had to participate in whatever silly tasks you asked of them or he’d start reporting them to coach for making your job harder. Since his forceful request, you rarely had to fight to get any of the players to do the latest trending dance, or answer silly questions as they get on the ice before practice.

Unfortunately for you, this means the higher ups see your success and suddenly you’re volunteered to do things like this. And really, what kind of social media content can you create when you won’t even have cell service?

Tuning back into your surroundings, you notice you’re almost to the campground you’ll call home this week. You were so lost in your own head that you barely even noticed the four (grown) men in this car with you singing loudly to the F.U.N. song from none other than Spongebob Squarepants.

Jack and Luke were duetting the song, Jack taking the sponge’s part and Luke singing Plankton’s lines. Dawson and Alex were simply adding harmonies.

You were in for a long week.

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“Who in their right mind would put a twenty-four year old teenage girl in charge of putting together her own tent?” you whine out as Curtis walks over to see you trying to read the directions for putting together the tent laid out in front of you.

“Honey, I think you’re a little too old to be calling yourself a teenage girl,” he chuckles as he kneels beside you, taking the instructions out of your hands.

“I’m just a girl, Lazar. I will always be a teenage girl at my core, no matter what age I am. Therefore, I’m a twenty-four year old teenage girl. And I’m extremely incapable of building a fucking tent,” you cry out, crossing your arms and huffing.

Curtis just shakes his head and laughs, grabbing the rods that go inside of the tent to give it structure, putting it together for you.

You sit back and watch, trying to help where you can, but ultimately being reverted back to the role of ‘holding the flashlight for dad’, but instead you’re ‘holding the mallet for Curtis’.

Halfway through putting your tent up, you see Nico start walking in your direction. You admire your boyfriend, his tan skin showing due to his green t-shirt being stuck in the pocket of his athletic shorts instead of on his torso. His black hat sits backwards on his head, hiding what you’re sure is sweaty hair. His favorite pair of sunglasses rest on his nose.

“Already making the guys do your dirty work, how dare you, Y/N,” Nico teases as he stops to stand in front of where you’re sitting on the ground.

“Listen, one perk of being a woman in sports is the fact that I’m always surrounded by men just waiting to save the damsel in distress,” you put your hand across your forehead to hide the sun from your eyes, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

He rolls his eyes at you, flashing you a smile.

“Need any help, Curtis?” Nico calls out, but keeps his eyes on you.

“I think I’m nearly done, but if you want to start hammering the stakes in the ground that’d be great,” Curtis replies, not even looking up from the tent that had now taken shape.

“Sure thing. The mallet, please,” he reaches his hand out to you.

You hand Nico the mallet, looking up at him with an amused grin. “Get to it, time to do manly stuff and go pound on something .”

You start to stand and Nico shoots his other hand out for you to grab onto, helping you heave yourself off the ground.

Once you’re stood in front of Nico, he pulls your hand toward him so you’re standing dangerously close to him, your chests nearly touching. You look around, making sure no one sees the position the two of you are in right now.

Nico leans down, lips grazing your ear as he whispers “Unless you want me to drag you behind a tree and do extremely un-coworker type things to you with the entire team right here, I suggest you don’t talk about pounding anymore this weekend.”

A shiver makes it way down your spine as Nico steps back, walking over to where Curtis is now standing, turning to face the two of you.

You hope he assumes the redness on your face is because of the warm sun, and not because his captain just threatened to do R rated things to you behind a tree.

Ten minutes later, your tent is fully assembled and you’re blowing up your air mattress with a battery powered pump that’s seen better days.

Jack had laughed at your for bringing an air mattress, claiming it’s not really camping if you don’t sleep in a sleeping bag. You told him you refused to sleep on the ground with just a thin bag underneath you for the whole week. If you had to be here, you were going to make yourself as comfortable as you could.

You even brought a battery powered fan to sit in front of your bed incase you got hot at night, but you learned very quickly that even though it’s hot and humid during the day, the night is chilly and dark.

After everyone had settled in and the sun had set, Timo had managed to start a fire, placing hot dogs on a small grate he placed next to the fire while Jesper worked on opening cans of various types of vegetables to heat along side the sausages.

You laughed to yourself, knowing the team nutritionist would develop an eye twitch seeing what foods will be consumed by the players this week. The amount of sodium and carbs in the containers of food for the week were definitely not in line with the meal plan.

Finding a spot next to Jack, you go sit on one of the various logs around the fire, needing the heat to warm your chilled skin. Music played out of a speaker sitting on the picnic table behind the logs, one of your favorite country songs filling the space.

“Nice choice, it’s one of my favorites,” you nudge Jack’s shoulder as you sat down, assuming he had control of the music.

“Yeah it’s a good one, but don’t look at me. Cap’s the one with the aux right now,” he says, pointing to where Nico is standing by a tree, red solo cup in his hand.

You turn your head and make eye contact with him, his eyes having already found you. The raise of his cup and tilt of his head telling you he played this song specifically for you. Your face heats and you smile at the ground, trying to keep the grin from stretching too wide, not wanting to raise suspicion from the brunette to your right.

“Y’know, I wonder why Cap has any country music in his playlist at all, because last I checked, his phone was full of rap and Swiss music and he told me country was his least favorite genre,” Jack starts, leaning closer so you can hear him over the music and chatter. “But then I remembered, I see you and him talking an awful lot after practice, before practice, and everywhere in-between.” You feel like someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on your head, worried Jack’s figured the two of you out. “You’re not cheating on your music buddy, are you?” he asks, looking at you suspiciously.

Relief washes over you. He just thinks you’re sharing music with Nico. Not that you’re seeing Nico behind everyone’s back.

“I might have mentioned a few good artists to him. But don’t worry, concerts are still reserved for you,” you bump his shoulder again.

“Mhmmm. Must have taken a lot of convincing to make a rap loving Swiss man convert to Zach Bryan,” Jack hums, still looking at you suspiciously.

“Just a few links sent is all,” you tell him, noticing he’s just staring at you. “What?” you ask, leaning back a bit.

“Nothing,” Jack shakes his head, his eyes gleaming with an idea. “Just thinking…have you ever thought about going out with Cap?”

You choke on air. You try to recover with a cough, claiming you swallowed the wrong way. “What, what do you mean?”

“You know, like you and Cap. Going on a date. Dating. I think you two would be good together. You guys already seem friendly enough, and he’s a great guy. Plus, I can see the way you look at him, Y/N. You definitely have a crush on the guy,” Jack teases.

You start laughing. Jack is confused by your reaction, not thinking his suggestion was funny at all, but you can’t stop the laughs from escaping.

“Oh, Jack. You’re funny,” you tell him once you calm yourself down. “That’s nice, but nah. I don’t think Nico and I should go there. Too many things could go wrong, y’know? Plus, who even knows if I’m allowed to date any of you guys. Workplace romances are frowned upon in most jobs, you know.”

“Okay, it wasn’t that comical of a suggestion. I was being serious, I think you guys would be great together. To hell with the rules. I can tell when two people are into each other,” Jack says with a hint of annoyance, not appreciating your little laughing outburst.

A look of surprise makes its way onto your face at his comment that he thinks Nico is into you, too. Maybe the two of you weren’t doing such a good job at acting normal around the team. You succeed at suppressing the laughter this time, figuring a second outburst would really make Jack upset. “Oh, you think he’s into me, do you?”

Jack looks at you like you just asked him if the sky was blue.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N, he literally jumps at the chance to be in any of your tik tok videos and he threatened the whole team so they would quit, and I quote, ‘making your job harder and just fucking do what you ask’ or he’d report us to coach.”

You can’t help but giggle this time, of course knowing all of this, Nico having told you himself after he did it, but you can’t let Jack know that.

“I don’t know, Jack, that doesn’t exactly sound like something he’d do. What does he get out of it? More interruptions during practice? More attention on social media? Doesn’t sound like Nico if you ask me,” you tell him, trying to play dumb.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe he gets to spend more time with you. He gets on your good side, helps make your job easier while making ours harder. Earns brownie points to butter you up so you say yes to a date one of these days,” Jack leans his head towards yours, looking up at you like he’s just proven his point.

You steal a glance over at Nico, his head cocked, silently asking what you and Jack are talking about. You shake your head with a smile, telling him its unimportant with the roll of your eyes.

“I don’t know, Jack. We’ll see, I guess,” you sing song, earning a sigh from the boy to your right.

“You’re hopeless, both of you. I need another beer,” he gets up, leaving you on the bench by yourself, chuckling at just how right your best friend is.

After all of the burnt hot dogs and lukewarm veggies were eaten, it was time to for everyone to retire to their tents.

All of the players had to double up on tents, you and the coach being the only two people with their own. The players that were sharing tents on this trip would be sharing hotel rooms all season, so the bonding began with them being able to exist in the same space for an extended period of time.

Your tent sat about 50 feet from Jack and Luke’s. Nico’s tent was in the row of tents in front of yours, three tents separating the two of you.

You quickly made your way to your own tent and started getting ready for bed. Not being able to wash your face or do you proper skincare routine, you settled for brushing your teeth with a warm bottle of water and applying lotion to your face before crawling into your make-shift bed for the week. You hadn’t packed nearly enough blankets, seeing as you assumed it would be warm inside your tent, but you were chilled to the bone. You kept your sweatshirt on, opting for a pair of sweatpants instead of the skimpy sleeping shorts you brought.

You settled into your bed, switching off the small lantern you had been provided.

You laid there for what felt like ages trying to fall asleep. Every little snap of a twig or rustle of leaves made you scared a bear was about to claw its way through your tent.

You thought you had imagined it at first, assuming the wind was blowing and causing your tent to slightly ruffle in the wind. But when it happened a second time, this time the sound of something fiddling with the zipper of your tent following the ruffling, you were starting to panic.

You sat up, pulling the blanket to your chin as you saw a hand push on the door of your tent, a quiet yelp making its way out of you.

“Shhh, it’s just me, let me in,” you hear the familiar, accented voice of your boyfriend ring out, huffing while walking over and unzipping your tent just enough for him to slip through.

You walk back over to your air mattress, turning on the small lantern, looking at Nico standing in the middle of your tent. He was wearing a tan sherpa fleece with plaid pajama bottoms. He had to hunch over slightly, his height being too tall for your small tent.

“What the hell are you doing in here? You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” you whisper yelled at him, careful to not raise your voice too high as to not wake any of his teammates.

“My tent ripped, can I please share yours?” Nico asks with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, yeah? If your tent ripped then where’s Jesper sleeping, huh?” you raise your eyebrow and cross your arms.

“I just left him to fend for himself. Didn’t exactly want to invite him to sleep in here with us. Never know what he might see,” he walks towards you, placing his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

He looks down at you, your position mirroring earlier when this exact tent was being assembled, but you had no fear of anyone seeing you now.

“Hi, Schatz.”

You giggle up at him, unraveling your arms and placing them on his shoulders. “Hi Neeks.”

“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” he mumbles before bringing his face down to yours.

You lean up on your tip toes to meet his lips, sighing contently into the kiss.

Nico pulls you closer, no space left between your bodies as his sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing against him into the kiss.

His tongue swipes across your lips, asking for entrance, and who are you to deny his wish? His tongue slips into your mouth, effectively deepening the kiss.

Nico walks you backwards until you plop down onto your air mattress, bringing his knee to rest in-between your legs, his forearms on either side of your head to support his weight.

You tug on his hair slightly, earning a groan in response. He starts grinding his pelvis against your thigh, which was your sign to stop this before it got too out of hand.

You pull back, pushing him up off of you slightly. He looks down at you with blown pupils and swollen lips. “Alright, tiger, slow down. We’re not having sex with several tents full of your entire team a few feet away.”

Nico deflates and brings his forehead to rest against your shoulder. “You couldn’t have told me that before I got a stiffie?”

“Sorry, shouldn’t have let yourself get so worked up. Should’ve known I wasn’t going to go there with this many people around,” you laugh at his whiney tone.

He rolls off of you onto his back, slinging his arm over his eyes.

“What are you doing? Quit being so dramatic,” you roll your eyes, trying to grab his arm and remove it from his face.

“Stop, trying to think of sad puppies to make my boner go away,” he swats your hand off of his arm.

You bust out laughing for the second time tonight, but this time you throw a hand over your mouth to stop the noise. The conversation about puppies in the car on the way here earlier making its way to your mind, making you laugh even harder.

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” Nico finally says, sitting up.

“Good. Don’t even think about getting handsy, either. This,” you gesture between you and Nico, “is not happening tonight. Or any night this week, for that matter.”

“Got it. You don’t want any of my teammates to hear you scream my name while my tongue is ins-“ you slap a hand over Nico’s mouth, not letting him finish that sentence.

His eyes shine with amusement at you, seeing your own wide in surprise. “Can I trust you to take my hand off of your mouth?” you ask him.

Nico shakes his head, but not before he darts his tongue out and licks a stripe up the palm of your hand, causing it to fly off of his mouth.

“Okay, you’re disgusting,” you scold him, wiping you hand on the blanket you’re both sitting on top of.

Nico just laughs at you in response, finding your annoyed expression amusing.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed. I’m already sick of you and the week hasn’t even started yet,” you tell him, pulling the blanket back so you can settle under it.

Nico follows your lead and places himself under the blanket at well, pulling your body close to his.

You lay your head on one end of your pillow while Nico places his on the other end, not having brought his own from his tent. The two of you just lay there facing each other for awhile before you remember to reach over and turn off the lantern once again.

You’re appreciative of the new warmth Nico brings to your bed, finally feeling yourself get sleepy.

“Wait, how are you going to know when to wake up before everyone else and go back to your tent?” you ask him, knowing his phone was in his vehicle, none of the players allowed their devices with them. You and coach were the only ones with phone privileges this week, even though they didn’t even work out here.

“Don’t worry, I will. First time I wake up I’ll sneak out, don’t worry,” he assures you, kissing you on the forehead before pulling your body flush to his, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Neither one of you must have woken up at all during the night, though, because when you wake up the next morning to the screams of “I knew it! I knew they were into each other! I told you so!” from your best friend as he stood inside your tent at the end of your bed with not only Luke, but with half of the team standing outside the wide open door of your tent, you were confused until you felt the weight of a body against yours. You open your eyes to see Nico’s scrunched face, the noise waking him up as well.

You both roll over and open your eyes, noticing your audience.

“I called it! I knew there was something going on here! How long have you two been together?” Jack bombards the two of you with questions despite you having literally just woke up.

“Get the hell out of this tent before I get coach to make everyone run three miles today,” Nico grumbles, his voice gravely from the early hour.

“No way, we need an explanation,” Dawson speaks this time, his expression matching Jack’s pleased one.

“You’ll get your explanation, but for right now, get out. Let us actually wake up without fifty people in our fucking tent. Now go, get out,” Nico pulls you closer to him, hiding your face in his chest and slinging a leg over your own.

“But-“ Jack starts again, but Nico removes an arm from around you and points at the door, “OUT!” he says sternly, his captain voice making an appearance.

The group of men start grumbling, but ultimately leaving your tent, zipping your door back up so you and Nico could have a bit of privacy again.

“Nico, you didn’t wake up,” you say, your voice muffled because of how close he’s holding you to his body.

“Sorry, Schatz. Was sleeping too good, I guess. Always happens when I’m sleeping with you. You’re like my own personal melatonin.”

You chuckle at him, not really mad that everyone found out, just wishing they hadn’t found you asleep together on a tiny air mattress.

“At least the boys know now. Now I don’t have to keep sneaking around at practice. I can stare at your ass loud and proud now,” Nico says, detaching himself from you and rolling over onto his back, rubbing his eyes.

You reach over and hit him in the chest. “This doesn’t give you permission to say innapropriate things to me while we’re at work.”

He rolls his head to look over at you, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he smiles innocently, causing your to roll your own eyes and sigh at him.

“Hey! You guys better not be having sex in there! I’m implementing a no bone zone when I’m within a hundred feet of you two! Get your asses out here and get to explaining!” you heard Jack shout once again, beating his fist on the side of the tent.

You bring your hands up to cover your face, embarrassment flooding your veins.

“Jack! Suit up, you’re coming with me on a little run,” you hear coach shout, earning a “Shit, Nico this is your fault!” from Jack.

You burst into a fit of giggles.

You can’t help but feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, not having to lie to some of your closest friends anymore. You also foresee your week of no time with Nico changing slightly, figuring Jesper will be down a roommate for the remainder of the week.

Nothing, though, not even sharing a tent with Nico, or sneaking off to find open areas to gaze at the stars at night, could make you like camping.

You almost change your mind the night Nico takes you to a clearing, laying a blanket on the soft grass to stare up at the sky before he gifts you a necklace with his initial on it, the engraving on the back echoing the small “I love you” he whispers in your ear as he clasps the jewelry onto your neck.

You almost thought you liked camping then, until you walked back to you tent to find Nico had left it unzipped and a possum had made a home in the corner, hissing at him as you screamed loud enough to wake the whole team.

Yeah, you hate camping.

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First Meet - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing? very PG meet cute

Words: 1020

Summary: First meet - having a meet-cute with Jamie Drysdale in a smoothie shop.

A/n: In an attempt to make up for me being gone for two months, I give you the first installment of the series of firsts. Some other firsts coming soon: first date, first I love you, and first time.

“A seagull is not a predator!” My best friend Chelsea argues as we enter the Jamba Juice of the spectrum center. The line is longer than we’re used to since this is the first time we’ve been here on a Sunday, but the wait doesn’t deter us and we stand patiently in line while we argue.

“What do you mean?! They literally eat fish.”

“Well, yeah. But they’re diving for bites from the ocean, they’re not hunting schools of fish!” She fights back growing increasingly more agitated and amused. The conversation only gets louder as we finally step into the smoothie shop. The long line of other less passionate conversations in tandem with the volume of the blenders has us shouting over the rest of the shop.

“What difference does it make!” I screech out of frustration, unsure of why Chelsea and I are having such a huge disconnect over the issue. We’re furious with each other but we’re also failing not to laugh at the ridiculous nature of the conversation.

“It makes a huge difference actually!” Chelsea huffs a sigh through her undefeated smile.

“Look, all I’m saying is that any animal can be a predator, it just has to try hard enough!” My declaration is immediately followed by a hearty laugh, but not from Chelsea. Turning around, I look over my right shoulder to see a boy around our age, waiting by the end of the counter for his order to be completed. The high contrast of his flowing dark hair and fair complexion is captivating, and a soft ocean blue shimmers in his kind eyes.

“Sorry,” He says earnestly, though he’s still smiling. I exhale a small laugh before replying,

“It’s okay. The argument was ridiculous to begin with,” throwing the pointed comment at Chelsea whose eyebrows raise in shock.

“Yeah. It is. So just give in already!”

“Oh my god. You see what I have to put up with?” I comment on her stubbornness, causing the stranger to laugh once more, and he nods knowingly.

“I feel that. He’s the exact same way,” he says, gesturing to the boy next to him. The comment causes him to turn around, light brown hair flipping with the sharp movement. His friend is cute and all but I find myself still enraptured in the first stranger’s eyes.

“Dibs.” I hear Chelsea softly whisper behind me in reference to the dark haired boy’s friend.

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” I say amicably to the first boy. He smiles softly and extends me his hand to shake.

“Jamie.” Jamie. “And this is Trevor.” Trevor reaches out to shake my hand also but I’m ushered away as Chelsea steps in. I hold in a laugh as best I can, shaking my head in an amused disbelief. Good for her.

“Chelsea. Nice to meet you guys.”

“Are you guys from Cali?” Trevor asks her to strike up conversation. 

“I am, but she isn’t. I take it you guys aren’t from here?”

“What gave me away?” Trevor squints with a laugh. Chelsea is visibly charmed and laughs along with him.

“No one from California calls it Cali,” I answer. Jamie laughs sheepishly, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks. He’s so cute.

“I’m from Toronto,” he replies simply and my ears perk up.

“Toronto’s nice. Are you hockey fans?” I ask, using some of the very little information I know about Canada. The two boys laugh and share a knowing glance.

“You could say that.” Trevor answers smugly. The comment strikes me as odd and I cross my arms defensively to jeer,

“Why are you laughing?”

“We play hockey professionally.” My lips part in a mild shock.

“And you make money doing that?” I ask, incredulously.

“You could say that.” Trevor shrugs and then asks Chelsea about the necklace she’s wearing, though it’s clear he’s only staring at her cleavage. Idiot. I return my attention to Jamie and smile.

“What do you like to do in your free time? Other than hitting on girls in smoothie shops.” Jamie laughs sheepishly once more. The raucous whirring of the juicers makes the shop a loud environment for conversation; he subconsciously steps closer to me to hear better. 

“Well, I was learning guitar for a little bit.”

“How’d that go?”

“Pretty terrible, not gonna lie.” Jamie and I laugh over the confession. 

“Did you learn any songs or just chords?”

“I tried to learn a song but it wasn’t going so well.”

“That’s a shame. What song?”

“In case you didn’t know by Brett Young.”

“In case you didn’t know,” I sing in the worst pseudo-country accent I could manage, “That one?”

Jamie laughs hard, nodding yes as his nose scrunches and his eyes fall closed. I laugh at his reaction, although I’m trying to hold it together. “Why are you laughing?” I feign ignorance and he laughs harder.

“Oh my god, that caught me so off guard.”

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

“That’s one way to put it. You’re cute.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” I fake challenge, crossing my arms over my chest as if I’m contemplating fighting him. Jamie merely pulls out his phone and hands it to me to text myself. It’s at this point that I have a moment to tune back in to Chelsea and trevor.

“Oh you’re doing numbers?” She comments from her vantage point and I laugh out of slight embarrassment.

“Maybe.” I say, playing coy to Chelsea, but I can tell Jamie’s taking me literally. “Here.”

Jamie takes the phone back to look at the sent message. In handing over the phone, the tips of his fingers brushed mine and the gesture ignites butterflies in my stomach. 

“Y/n,” He recites gently, smiling at the screen that displays the new text conversation. I bite back a smile at the sound of my name on his tongue, and nod softly. 

“Yo, Jimmy, we gotta go.” Trevor calls over the noise of the smoothie shop. He nods in acknowledgement before looking back at me with a small smile.

“I’ll text you?”

“Don’t forget it.”

***

A/n: this is just a little blurb but there's more to come. I have exams right now but once they're done I'll be back!

[legoflowrs]

flowers can you some Stan headcanons🤭🤭🤭

HEADCANNONS

Stan Marsh

AGED UP TO 18 PEEPS

cw: drinking, smoking, drugs, abuse, slight nsfw, addiction

a/n: hehe i hope u like this ruby!!! also this is for anon and @wonyoungies-world that also requested stan head cannons <3

also again same with kyle in the regular head cannons style are together but in the relationship ones he’s with reader!

- Ok I have like two versions of Stan in my head. football Stan and emo loser Stan. I love both versions a lot lmao.

- Stan has a shitty relationship with his Dad. He loathes him for moving him away from his friends to tegridy farms. His Dad was very absent in his life so Stan has always felt extremely neglected.

- He absolutely adores Sharon . He’s such a mummas boy. He goes to her for everything.

- Stan is THE bisexual queen lol!

- His closet is just oversized sports tees and baggy jeans.

- I think his family is catholic but he isn’t a religious person at all.

- He had a weird relationship with Shelly growing up but as teenagers Shelly took Stan under her wing because she saw how Randy’s neglect affected him.

- He’s absolutely petrified of turning into Randy.

- Bleaches his hair at 3am drunk one night with Kyle so he looks less like his Dad.

- Bro has been in LOVE with Kyle forever.

- Thinks he’s super slick with it (he’s not).

- Didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.

- They kissed once at a party but didn’t speak about it.

- After they moved to the farm he stopped smoking weed cause it made him angry.

- Has a mullet for a while because Kenny influenced him.

- Saved up his pocket money for a shitty electric guitar and it his pride and joy.

- Loves playing music it’s an escape for him.

- Like I said in the Kenny head cannons, Stan forms a band for the second half of high school.

- Some of his favourite memories are with the band.

- Doesn’t hate coffee but doesn’t love it. Wendy put him onto chai lattes.

- Has a really good friendship with Kenny.

- Really struggled with alcohol abuse throughout high school. I think he didn’t wanna admit he needed help it made him feel weak.

- Loves blueberry muffins.

- Spends heaps of time playing minecraft with Kyle and Kenny.

- My guy is greasy, starts looking after himself when he hits 16.

- If he played sports he plays football and ice hockey.

- He’s really good at both but it’s not where his passion is.

- Soooo fond of animals. I think he’d volunteer at the same shelter karen does.

- Did not get out of bed for days when Sparky died.

- Kyle surprised him with a puppy after about a year of dating.

- Deftones enjoyer 😭

- Really struggled with depression. Didn’t go on meds until Kyle literally begged him.

- His guilty pleasure is painting (HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE).

- Sets up a little corner of his garage with an easel and spends a lot of time there.

- Always has headphones in.

- Went to rehab right before college.

- Really struggled to figure out what his direction in life should be.

- I think he went into veterinary work!! Switched to animal and plant conservation after he realised he couldn’t deal with putting pets down.

- Worked at the library for a while, he liked the peace and quiet.

- Started helping Heidi and Kyle with the community garden.

- Quarterback obviously lol.

- His favourite breakfast food is pancakes.

- Loves the ocean. Isn’t a great swimmer but Kenny taught him to surf.

- After working at the library he really got into reading books.

- Listens to brown noise to get to sleep.

- Still wears his ratty ass beanie everywhere.

- Hates summer, loves spring.

- The day him and Kyle started dating was one of the best days of his life.

- Him and Kyle share his wired headphones on long road trips 🥹

- Can’t do laundry to save his damn life.

- Gets in weird cleaning moods and power scrubs his house.

- Him and Kyle get an apartment together.

- Loves hearing Kyle play piano.

- Can’t eat vegetables without dip (same).

- Marjorine does his eyeliner before gigs.

- That boy can sleep just about anywhere.

Stan in a relationship

- So clingy like SO CLINGY.

- When he’s in a relationship he adores his significant other.

- Loves to lay his head on your chest while your fingers thread through his hair.

- Will make you put your feet on his and slow dances with you.

- Always touching you even if it’s lowkey, linking pinkies, bumping shoulders.

- Is so scared he’s not good enough for you, will require a lot of reassurance.

- When he goes through his depressive episodes he becomes very withdrawn. Will take him a while to open up.

- You will push his towards seeking professional help but he’ll only do it when he acknowledges he actually needs it.

- Always calls and texts you when he’s drunk.

- When y’all had sex for the first time he was a nervous wreck. So scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself.

- After a while he learnt what you like really well and knows how to make you feel good.

- Such a switch.

- Hear me out he’s such a thigh guy!

- His love language is quality time 100%

- Prefers nights in over going out! Y’all watch bad movies for shits and gigs.

- Supports whatever you do, number one cheerleader type beat.

- You’re at all of his gigs in the front row screaming your heart out. He always melts at the sight of it.

- You paint his nails black.

- He likes to braid your hair for fun.

- He sleeps over at yours a lot because being around his dad is hard.

- Struggles to sleep so y’all go on 3am drives for donuts.

- Long late night drives together!

- You guys swim in Starks Pond over the summer and ice skate there in winter.

- There’s no such thing as a quick kiss with stan, he always kisses you very passionately.

- He’s so tender with you when you guys are in bed and he wakes up first.

- Had made you so many playlists and sends you new music recommendations all the time.

- Wrote a song for your anniversary and sung it to you. You cried for hours.

- When he was struggling with his sense of direction in life you guys made a bucket list together.

- One of his bucket list items was to go to Europe so y’all did exactly that.

- You surprised him with a puppy one year after you moved in together. He cried.

- Sunday brunch is a weekly thing, he always gets pancakes.

- Y’all nap in the sun together in your hammock.

- He reads you his favourite books before bed 😭😭

- You will do drunk karaoke together.

- Matching bracelets!

- He likes to kiss your neck and shoulders while he stands behind you.

- Likes to peck your nose and see your face scrunch up.

- Calls you beautiful at least 50 times a day.

- Has a polaroid picture of you in his phone case.

- You wear his clothes and it turns him on LOL.

- Was terrified of marriage until he met you. It completely changed his perspective.

- Will propose to you on a walk you guys do in Lake Como. You both cry.

- I think Stan will try so hard to be the best version of himself around you and it makes your heart melt.

[mamaestapa]

Digital Animal|| E. Edwards x reader x R. McGroarty

• pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader x Rutger McGroarty

•summary: Truth or dare at the sophomore house leads to a night of passion with your boyfriend and his teammate that you’ll never forget

•word count: definitely close to 7k

•warnings: SMUT, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral (m & f receiving), digital sex (fingering), lot of teasing foreplay, thigh riding, praise kink, lots of hair pulling, cum eating, overstimulation, slight degredation, mature language, truth or dare, alcohol consumption, underage drinking

*in this story, Adam and Luke are visiting umich*

You were standing next to your boyfriend Ethan, sipping on whatever mixed drink Mark had made you. Ethan’s hand was placed firmly on your waist as you pushed your body against his. The loud bass from the music blasting in the living room could be heard and felt as the two of you stood in the kitchen. As you lifted the solo cup to your lips, Ethan nuzzled his face into your neck. His slight stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“Mmm,” you bit your lip, biting back your soft moan, “Eth, quit.”

He chuckled against your neck, the vibrations causing more goose bumps to raise over your skin.

“Your reactions say otherwise.” He said before kissing and sucking gently at your neck. You brought your free hand up to the boys brown locks, letting your fingers tug gently at the strands falling over his forehead. Ethan took his lips away form your neck, instead capturing your lips instead. Your mouths moved in sync as your breathing was starting to grow heavy. Ethan was about to hoist you up onto the counter when a few of his teammates entered the kitchen.

“Oh god.” Luke groaned as he turned away from the two of you. “Ew,” Mark gagged from beside the youngest Hughes, “I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.”

Ethan pulled away from you, his cheeks growing red as he began chuckling at his teammates. “You’re just jealous I’m actually getting any action.”

“I get plenty of action, thanks.”

“Sure…”

Luca picked up a solo cup from the counter, filling it to the brim with whatever alcoholic concoction was in yours.

“Maybe instead of sucking face in the kitchen, you should come to the living room.”

“I don’t know Luca,” Adam spoke up, a teasing grin on his face as he looked between you and Ethan, “I think the real party’s in the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes at the younger brother as you brought yourself away from Ethan’s body. As the group of players teased each other, you let your eyes wander over to the doorway of the kitchen.

Rutger was leaning against the wall, his eyes trailing down your leather top and mini skirt clad body as his fingers tapped against the cup in his hand. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you watched the blonde eye you. You weren’t even thinking as you pulled your lip in between your teeth, biting down softly on the skin as you looked back at Rutger. Of course you loved Ethan. He was your boyfriend since Freshman year, but something about the blonde haired-blue eyed sophomore hockey player had you feeling unexplainable things.

Rutger tore his eyes away from your body, bringing his gaze up to your face. His eyes widened slightly as soon as he noticed you’d caught him staring at you and practically eye fucking you. Rutger averted his gaze and cleared his throat before walking into the kitchen. He threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he downed the rest of his drink and poured himself a new one. Ethan wrapped his arm around your waist again, causing you to snap your eyes away from his teammate.

It felt so wrong…but Rutger was so perfect.

You leaned into your boyfriend’s touch, craning your neck up to look at him. You admired his chiseled jawline and how his eyes brown eyes lit up every time he laughed or smiled at a comment one of the boys made. Ethan could feel your gaze on him, making him look down at you. Your eyes locked and before you knew it your lips were connected once again. You tugged at Ethan’s lower lip as you pulled away from the kiss. Ethan could feel his legs feel weak from your teasing. If you kept this up, something would have to be done.

“Why don’t we go join the others in the living room?” You suggested, batting your eyelash up at your boyfriend. Battleflag, a club like song was playing from the speaker, perfect for dancing with or rather, on Ethan.

Ethan looked down at you with a smirk. He’s been with you long enough to know what you were getting at. “Lead the way beautiful.”

You smiled and pulled away from your boyfriend, reaching to grab his hand as you led him out of thr kitchen and into fine packed living room of the house. All of Ethan’s teammates were there, along with about fifteen other people. Everyone in the living room was extremely intoxicated, sloppily dancing all over each other as they sipped on their third drink of the night.

Classic college party.

You brought Ethan over to the corner of the living room where Luca, Adam, Mark, and Dylan were dancing with a couple blonde girls. You let go of Ethan’s hand and started to dance. You swayed your hips to the beat of the club like music. You brought your hands up to your hair, running it through the strands as you started to grind on Ethan. You rubbed your ass against his pelvis, making him grip your hips and bring you closer. As you grind against your boyfriend, not only could you feel his hard on growing but you were eyeing his teammate from across the room as you moved in a rhythmic way. The music changed to an almost slower pace…

I’m blown to the maxim

Two hemispheres battling

I’m blown to the maxim

Two hemispheres battling

Sucking up one last breath, take a drag off of death

The room felt like it was moving in slow motion as the music changed pace and you continued to grind on Ethan. You ran your hands through your hair as Ethan’s skilled hands were roaming wildly over your body. You maintained eye contact with Rutger, the blonde clenching his jaw as he eyed you. He wanted nothing more than to take Ethan’s place and be the one you were grinding against. Rutger wouldn’t deny that you were one of the prettiest girls he knows. But he respects Ethan and he’d never make a move, no matter how bad he and his body wanted to.

You could feel yourself growing wetter the more you were rubbing your ass on Ethan’s hard on, his skilled hands gripping your hips and moving south to your thighs weren’t helping either. You quit your movements, sending Rutger a wink as you turned around and threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. You gave him a sultry smile as you ran your hands down his chest and midsection, your arousal growing as you felt each of his abs on your fingertips.

You always had a thing for Ethan’s abs.

Ethan smirked as he watched you trail your hands down his body, stopping when you got to the waistband of his pants. He pulled you close to him so your bodies were touching, the two of you dancing along to the beat of the club like music that was coming to an end. You put your arms around Ethan’s neck again, throwing a look over your shoulder to see if Rutger was still watching you.

He was.

You turned back to face Ethan, eyeing him as he moved dangerously close to your face. He leaned into the side of your neck, sucking gently at the skin like he did earlier in the kitchen before moving to place gentle kisses along your jawline. You threw your head back and gripped Ethan’s upper back as he kissed under your earlobe and licked a stripe from your collar bone up your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling of your boyfriend’s tongue, moving your face so he could kiss you instead. Ethan smashed his mouth onto yours, your lips parting instantly to allow his tongue entrance. The two of you moaned into the kiss as your tongues fought for dominance. Ethan pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours as his hands rested on your butt.

“God,” he all but breathed out, “I love you Y/n.” You smiled, giving your boyfriend’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, “I love you too Eddy.”

You brought your lips to his once again, passionately kissing him before you pulled away and breathlessly spoke, “You’re so sexy, so perfect E.” Except your weren’t looking at Ethan when you said those words.

You were looking at Rutger.

He had moved so he was now standing right next to you and Ethan, joining the group of guys you were dancing next to. You could feel butterflies erupt in your belly as you looked between your boyfriend and his teammate that had caught your eyes months ago. Something about the way Rutger looked in his backwards cap and firm fitting gray t-shirt standing next to the love of your life had you yearning for something more.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Luca tapping on your shoulder. You looked over at the hockey player, humming and giving him your full attention.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” His words were slightly slurred as he yelled over the music. You turned to Ethan, who was nodding profusely. “Yeah we’ll play!” You shouted over the music.

Luca grinned excitedly as he nodded, “Perfect!” he shouted, we’re gonna go in the kitchen and play.”

Ethan placed his hand in yours, lacing his fingers with yours as the two of you left the living room. Before you walked away, Ethan turned to Rutger.

“You playin Rut?” He asked, eyebrows raised as he looked at his teammate. The blonde nodded, eyeing you as he spoke, “Hell yeah. You know I never pass up playing truth or dare with you guys.”

The three of you left the living room and went into the kitchen. Luca, Adam, Luke, Dylan, and Mark were all sitting down on the floor waiting for the three of you to join them.

Ethan let out a heavy sigh as he plopped down on the floor. “Finally. Feel like I can actually hear again.” Rutger laughed beside him, “For real. It’s loud as fuck in there.”

“It’s a party Rut,” Adam said, “it’s supposed to be loud.”

You laughed as you leaned against your boyfriend, “But not blow your eardrums out until you’re bleeding loud.”

“Whatever,” Luca sighed, “let’s play. Who’s starting?”

“I’ll go.” Mark volunteered. Luca nodded, “Truth or dare, Mr. Estapa?”

“Truth.”

Dylan spoke, “How many girls you hook up with this year?”

Mark took a moment to respond. Making all of you raise your eyebrows. You knew Mark was a ladies man, but you didn’t think he got around that much.

“Two and a half.” He answered confidently. Rutger raised an eyebrow, “A half?”

“Didn’t go all the way. Quick BJ and she left, so two and a half.” Mark explained. You all nodded slowly, understanding what he meant.

A couple more rounds went by, Adam picked dare and Dylan dared him to finish off everyone’s drink. Ethan picked dare and Rutger dared him to take a shot out of your belly button—which you didn’t think would turn you on as much as it did. Dylan picked truth and you asked him if he was a boobs or an ass guy, he couldn’t pick so he said both and gave his reasons.

“Rutger,” Luca said, turning to look at the sophomore, “truth or dare?”

Rutger squinted as he looked at Luca, “Hmm, dare.”

“I dare you to french the hottest girl here.”

A chorus of “oooo”s broke out between the guys. Rutger’s adams apple bobbed as he gulped. He took a deep breath and mentally composed himself for what he was about to do.

This was his chance.

Before you could even react, you felt Rutgers hand grab your chin. Your heart was racing as his large hand moved to cupped your cheek. He smashed his lips against yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him as you kissed back with just as much passion.

All of the guys gasped loudly, shocked that Rutger would even think about kissing you. You were dating Ethan. You were off limits. Everybody knows that. But clearly Rutger didn’t care.

You brought a hand up to the nape of his neck, letting your fingers tug at his blonde hair as his tongue swirled around your mouth. Rutger was a great kisser. Better than you could have even imagined. You were so caught up in the passionate kiss that you didn’t even think to see how Ethan reacted.

While all of the guys were shocked at the scene in front of them, Ethan was watching the two of you make-out in front of him with a sly smile. He knew his girlfriend was hot and he didn’t mind sharing her with Rutger. She would never tell him, but Ethan knew his girlfriend was attracted to Rutger. He always knew. Rutgers an extremely attractive guy, so Ethan couldn’t get upset with his girlfriend for agreeing with that. He knows you love him and only him, so he didn’t care that you were making out with his teammate and one of his best friends. Besides, it was dare anyways. Sure Rutger could have picked another girl, but he picked you. And that gave Ethan a bit of pride in himself.

Rutger moaned into the kiss, the sound of his moans mixed with the feeling of his tongue against yours made your knees weak. You felt like you were dreaming.

Rutger pulled away from you, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth the same way you did with Ethan earlier. His blue eyes were filled with lust as he looked at you and only you. He smiled softly at you before he pulled away from you completely, going back to his spot next to Adam and leaving you stunned and horny.

Dylan cleared his throat, “Well, that was uh, that was hot. You really have some balls for that Rut.”

“Sorry Eddy,” Rutger spoke as he looked at your boyfriend, “it’s the rules, I can’t lie and I can’t not do the dare.”

Ethan shrugged. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he truly didn’t care. If anything, it had him a little…excited.

“It’s fine Rut. I don’t mind. She is the hottest girl here,” Ethan said. He placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently, “I don’t think Y/n minds either.”

You stayed silent, pulling your lip in between your teeth and avoiding eye contact with any of the guys. Rutger and Ethan both smirked at your silence. They were getting the exact reaction out of you that they wanted.

“Y/n,” Luke said, a teasing tone lacing his voice, “truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You picked, already knowing where he was going with it.

“Are you happy Rutger picked you to french?”

You glanced at Ethan, then at Rutger. Both boys eyed you carefully as they waited for a response from you. You shouldn’t…

“Yes.”

Both Ethan and Rutger smirked at your answer. Before you could say anything more, Rutger switched to the next person. Thats all he needed from you.

“Luca,” Rutger said looking at the older Fantilli brother, “truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss one of the guys.”

Luca let out a laugh as he shook his head, “Dude seriously?” Rutger shrugged as he leaned back on his elbows. He cocked his head to the side, “Yup.” You have to do it. It’s the rules Fants.”

Luca sighed as he eyed his teammates. He opened his mouth but closed it quickly closed it. “Can it be on the cheek?”

“Mouth.”

Luca winced.

“With tongue.” Rutger said, wiggling his eyebrows at Luca as a few of the guys laughed while the others groaned. Luca shook his head, “Absolutely not.”

“I was kidding. Just a peck.” Rutger laughed. Luca sighed and looked amongst his teammates.

“Alright, c’mere Duker.”

Dylan groaned, “No, no. Why me?”

“I’m not kissing my brother, I refuse to ever lock lips with Luke, sorry Luke.”

“No need,” Luke said nodding, “I’m actually flattered that you don’t want to kiss me.

Luca continued, “Mark is a no, I know Eddy wouldn’t do it, and Rut’s already had a tongue shoved down his throat so that leaves you.”

Dylan winced and got up slightly, “Fine. Lay it on me man.”

The two awkwardly leaned in as if it was a couples first time kissing. All of you broke out into fits of laughter as you watched Luca pucker his lips and place a quick peck to Dylan’s mouth. He pulled away quicker than you’ve ever seen Luca move on ice before. The two guys wiped their mouths profusely. You leaned into Ethan, the two of you snickering as you watched your friends wipe away the feeling of each other.

The game of truth or dare continued, nothing too crazy or intense happened until it was Rutger’s turn once again.

“I’ll pick truth this time.”

The guys looked at each other before looking back at Rutger. Mark asked the question that made you all widen your eyes.

“When’s the last time you fingered or ate a girl out, Rut?

Oh boy.

“Ooooh,” Luke laughed, “I’m ready for this one.”

Rutger’s face grew red as he spoke, “Well I,” he gulped, “uh…”

“Come on Roger, spit it out. This is a safe space.” Mark said as he elbowed Rutger in his side.

“I’ve actually never done that to a girl.”

You looked at Rutger with a slight look of shock. There was no way. A guy like Rutger had to have done something like that with a girl.

“No fucking way. Are you a virgin?!” Luca asked, seeming genuinely shocked at Rutgers answer.

Rutger shook his head no, “Not a virgin, just never done any of the extra stuff yet.”

“You’ve never given head?” Ethan asked, eyebrows raised.

“Nope.”

“Ever received head?” Adam asked, looking at his friend with a look of disbelief.

“Nope.”

“Damn Rut, you’re missing out.” Luca sighed, “You haven’t lived until you’ve given or received head.”

Rutger rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he sheepishly spoke, “I guess so. I just haven’t had the chance I guess.“

You shifted your position on the ground, feeling the wetness between your thighs grow and your core throb with excitement. You couldn’t help but feel a little turned on at the idea of Rutger being inexperienced in the oral department.

You’d absolutely give him a chance to gain some experience…

Rutger glanced at you as he spoke again, “I wouldn’t mind trying it though.”

You bit your lip as you eyed the blonde. You could feel the sexual tension growing more and more between the two of you as the night went on. You were too busy eyeing Rutger that you didn’t notice Ethan’s smirk as he looked over at you. He placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently and bringing it dangerously close to your core.

“We’ll find you someone Rut,” Ethan said, playfully smirking at the boy, “plenty of girls here would love to help you out. Isn’t there Y/n?” He asked, looking at you with a smirk.

You gulped and nodded, putting a smile on your face to hide your arousal. “Yeah, so many. We’ll find you one.”

“We’ll try,” Adam corrected, “most of the girls here have someone they’re with.” Rutger rubbed his neck as he shook his head, “S’alright guys. Dont worry, I’ll find someone.”

Rutger was definitely going to find someone. You and the boys finished your game of truth or dare, deciding to get refills before heading back to the living room to dance and socialize because according to Mark: “the night is still young”.

You followed Ethan out of the laundry room and out to the living room. Digital Animal by Honey Claws began playing as soon as you entered the crowed room. Ethan began to dance with you, the two of you jumping around with the group of college students surrounding you. You went back to the position you were in earlier, your body pressed against his as your hips teasingly swayed back and forth. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you extremely close so your butt was resting against his pelvis. Ethan could feel your core throbbing against him, making him feel even more turned on than he already was.

He knew exactly what had you hot and bothered.

Ethan sucked at the skin below your ear, nibbling gently at the sweet spot on your neck that never failed to make you moan. His hot breath caused goose bumps to raise across your skin as he spoke.

“Why don’t we go upstairs, beautiful,” Ethan spoke into your ear. You so shivered from a combination of excitement from him words and the feeling of his breath on your neck. You bit your lip as you turned around in his embrace. You threw your arms around his neck and nodded at his suggestion.

“Please.”

Ethan smirked at your response. He wrapped an arm around your waist and carefully led you out of the living room and up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. The boys all agreed that nobody was allowed upstairs except for the guys that moved there or any of their teammates. You could do anything in the rooms as long as you didn’t mess with anything valuable and you changed the sheets once you were done. It initially shocked you when Ethan told you about the rules last year when huh were sophomores, but you eventually came around to it. The guys truly didn’t give a shit about anything that happened in their house or their bedrooms.

Ethan brought you into his old bedroom when he lived at the Sophomore house. Being back in that room brought back many memories. While it wasn’t Ethan’s bedroom anymore, the room still brought back feelings of comfort and happiness. You looked around the room as Ethan shut the door behind you. The pictures on the wall and the poster of the Winnipeg Jets logo gave away the new occupant of the room that was once your lovers.

This was Rutgers room.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you turned to Ethan. He was going to take you here in Rutgers room.

Rutger, who you couldn’t keep your eyes off of all night. Rutger, who you wanted more of after he kissed you. Rutger, who you couldn’t help but wonder what his tongue would feel like against your aching core. Rutger, who you desperately needed just for one night…

Ethan brought you out of your thoughts about his teammate when he came up to you and attacked your lips, kissing you feverishly. You moaned into the kiss and brought your hands up to his brown locks.

“Eddy,” you moaned into his lips, “need you.”

Ethan took his lips away from yours, chuckling softly as he eyed you, “You need me?”

“Mhm.”

“Not Rutger?”

Rutger. Just hearing his name made you throb with excitement.

Ethan sat down on Rutgers bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. He placed a kiss on your tummy as his hands trailed up your thighs to the waistband of your skirt. He tugged gently at the material as his lips smashed harshly against yours. You swirled your tongue over his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. Ethan sat you down on his lap, chuckling into your mouth at the feeling of your wetness on his thigh. He detached his lips from yours and kissed at almost your collarbone as you threw your head back.

“You wish this was Rutgers thigh don’t you baby, hm?”

Ethan place his hands on your hips as you rubbed your slick core against his thigh. He tensed the muscle in his thigh, making you gasp at the jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. He continued to whisper dirty words in your ear, working you up as you rode his thigh.

“I saw that look on your face when Rut said he’s never ate a girl out before. You want him to do it to you don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered out, a loud moan escaping your lips as Ethan clenched his thigh again. “Such a dirty girl. Want Rutger to fuck you, eat you out until your legs are shaking.”

You closed your eyes tight as you whined. The more Ethan edged you on, the closer you felt to your release.

“Want you Eth,” you breathed out, “you and Rut.”

Ethan smirked as he squeezed your hips. He wasn’t sure if it was all the alcohol in his system or if he was genuinely intrigued with the idea, but Ethan didn’t mind the possibility of him and his teammate having their way with you.

“Both of us?” Ethan asked with raised eyebrows. You bit your lip, biting back a moan as you felt Ethan push you down harsher against his thigh, tensing it each time he felt your wetness against him.

“Yes.” you panted, letting out a soft whine as you felt your orgasm approaching. You pushed yourself forward, letting your chest fall against Ethan’s face as you continued to ride your boyfriend’s thigh.

“That’s it baby,” he whispered huskily, “just imagine Rutger was here praising you, teasing you, fucking you so good.”

Your hands flew to Ethan’s hair, “Oh Eddy, fuck, Rut…” you moaned out blissfully as your thoughts ran wild, imagining Rutger in the room with you.

You didn’t have to imagine anymore though…

The door to the bedroom swung open, causing you and Ethan to snap your heads over in the direction of the sound of the door. Your eyes widened as you saw who was standing in the doorway.

Rutger.

You gasped softly and quickly removed yourself from Ethan, pulling down your mini skirt in the process. Rutgers mouth hung open as he looked at the scene in front of him. You and Ethan were getting it on in his bed, a sight he never thought he’d see. Rutger reached for the door handle as he slowly started to back out of his room.

“I-I’m so sorry guys, I didn’t know you were in here.”

You shifted, wincing slightly at the feeling of the wetness between your thighs that was only building now that Rutger was in the room. Rutger’s breath hitched in the back of his throat as his eyes wandered over your body. Your hair was messy and your shirt was pulled just low enough so that the top of your perky breasts were showing. But what really got him was the glistening wet spot on your inner thigh. Rutger could feel his arousal growing the longer he admired your current state.

You glanced over at Ethan, your eyes silently pleading with him as no words were exchanged. He knew exactly what you were thinking. Ethan eyed his teammate from the bed, smirking slightly as he noticed how flustered Rutger was at the fact that he had walked in on the two of you. The smirk on your boyfriend’s face only grew as he noticed Rutger not so subtly adjust himself. Ethan looked back at you and just nodded. You bit your lip in anticipation as you looked at Ethan. You leaned down to place a gentle peck on his lips as a silent thank you before you turned your attention to the Sophomore standing awkwardly in the doorway.

You sauntered over to Rutger, your heart was beating rapidly as you saw how his blue eyes filled with lust. You stood close to the boy, bringing your hand up to his chest and placing it firmly on his sternum.

“Don’t be sorry Rut,” you said, smiling sweetly, “I was kind of hoping you’d interrupt us.” You trailed your hand down his abdomen. Rutgers abs tensed beneath the feeling of your fingertips running over his muscle.

Rutger felt like he was in a dream.

He clenched his jaw as he looked down at your hand teasing his muscular abdomen. You maintained eye contact with the blonde as your finger traced the shape of each individual ab, making him shudder softly at your touch.

This was his chance.

Rutger knew he’d be the dumbest person on the planet if he turned down this opportunity you were handing to him on a silver platter. He hesitantly took his eyes away from

“Rut,” Ethan said, smirking at his teammate, “I don’t mind. I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other tonight. Make her feel good.”

Rutger felt his heart race at Ethan’s words. He wanted to make you feel so good. A night with you would be a night he’d never forget.

Ethan knew how much both you and Rutger wanted, no, needed this. He’d do it if it meant his friend would gain some experience and the love of his life got to live out one of her secret fantasies, fucking two hockey players at once. But not just any hockey players…

Himself and Rutger.

Rutger looked between you and Ethan, a smirk growing on his face as he did so. He backed up just enough to reach for the door. Rutger closed the door to his bedroom and locked it with one swift motion. Ethan leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you and Rutger.

You wrapped your arms around the blonde, pushing yourself into his body as much as you could. Rutger placed his hands on your hips as you smashed your lips against his. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as Rutger brought a hand up to hold the side of your face as the two of you made out. Ethan watched his friend make out with his girlfriend for a couple minutes before he had enough of just watching. Ethan hopped off of the bed and came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he started to leave soft kisses on your shoulders before moving up your neck. You pulled yourself away from Rutgers mouth, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you detached your soft lips from his. You threw your head back and whimpered softly as both boys started to leave love bites on either side of your neck.

“Mmm,” you moaned out as you put a hand on Ethan and Rutgers heads, tugging at the strands of hair in your hands. It felt like absolute heaven being in between both of the hockey players.

Rutger gently squeezed your hip as he nipped softly at the sweet spot below your right ear. Ethan licked a strip up your neck before kissing along your jaw. You could already feel yourself becoming putty in the boys hands. Ethan pulled himself away from you. He hooked his fingers under your top, slowly pulling the leather fabric up your torso. You put your arms up to help Ethan take your top off as Rutger continued to attacked your neck with kisses, definitely leaving deep red and purple marks as he did so. Rutgers hands moved forward, his fingers fiddling with the waistband of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the material and pulled it down your legs with one swift motion, leaving you in just your lacy undergarment’s that made both boys grow even more erect.

Rutger gently pushed you and Ethan, who was still attached to you, towards his bed. Ethan took himself away from you, pushing you down onto the bed. Both boys gazed at you lustfully as you propped yourself up on the mattress. Rutger threw his t-shirt off as Ethan unbuttoned his shirt. The two hockey players were soon undressed just like you were. The sexual tension only grew between the three of you as you waited for someone to make the next move. Ethan eyed you as a smirk spread across his face.

He had a perfect idea.

“Y/n,” Ethan said your name in a demanding tone, “lay on the bed.”

You did as he said, scooting up so you could lay against Rutgers pillows.

“Good girl.” Ethan purred as he eyed your figure. He placed a hand on Rutgers shoulder as the blonde wet his lips, blue eyes on your waiting body.

“You’ve said you’ve never given head before eh Rut?” Rutger nodded at his words. He knew exactly where Ethan was going with this. “Well bud,” Ethan pat Rutger on the back, “Now’s your chance.”

Your thighs clenched as you bit your lip in anticipation. Your thoughts from earlier were becoming a reality.

Rutger glanced at Ethan as he responded, “I-,” he hesitated as he averted his gaze to your clothed womanhood, “I don’t know how to, y’know…”

“That’s alright, Rut,” Ethan smirked, speaking huskily as he finished, “I’ll teach ya.”

You let out a soft whimper at your boyfriend’s words. The butterflies in your belly swarmed as the wetness between your thighs became more intense. Just the thought of Ethan teaching Rutger how to eat you out almost made you cum.

Ethan watched carefully as Rutger placed a hand on your knee, letting it slowly trail up your leg. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as his fingertips danced along your inner thigh, brushing over the wetness on your panties. The feeling of Rutgers fingers brushing your clothed core just right had you already whimpering for more. Rutger chuckled at your reaction to his touch as he brought his hand up to the waistband of your lace panties. He hooked his fingers underneath the fabric, glancing between you and Ethan to make sure it was OK. The two of you nodded, but Ethan wouldn’t let that slide.

“Use words baby.”

“Yes Rut,” you needily pleaded at the boy between your thighs, “take ‘em off.”

Rutger pulled your panties away from your womanhood, sliding them down your legs as you adjusted your position to help him remove the fabric with ease. With lust filled eyes, both boys gazed at your naked body waiting patiently for them to touch you. Rutgers mouth watered at the sight of your glistening folds begging to be touched. He couldn’t wait to feel you on his tongue, to taste you.

Ethan placed a hand on your knee, making your thighs clench at the familiar feeling of your boyfriend’s comforting touch. He smirked at you as he pulled his hand away and placing it on Rutgers shoulder instead.

“Shes all yours Rut.” Ethan purred as he put his hand on his teammate. Rutger gulped nervously as he eyed your womanhood. A million thoughts were running through his head…

What if I’m not good enough?

What if she wants Ethan to take over?

What if I can’t please her, make her cum?

Ethan squeezing the blondes shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Rutger glanced up at his friend, gulping again before looking back at you. You bit your lip in anticipation, growing impatient with Rutger and wanting to touch yourself to break the coil of pleasure already growing in your lower belly. You brought your hand down to your core, letting out a soft whimper as your index finger brushed against your throbbing clit.

“Don’t be a little slut,” Ethan scolded as he swatted your hand away from your clit, “Let Rut touch you pretty girl.”

Rutger looked up at Ethan, seeking your boyfriend’s approval before he touched you. Ethan gave him a nod, letting the boy between your thighs know that it was OK to touch you as much as he wanted.

Rutger let out a sigh before he slowly brought his face close to your aching core. He eyed you with his beautiful blues as he placed a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, making his way further up your leg until he got to your most intimate area. Rutger didn’t even hesitate as he went in for his first taste of you. The blonde flicked your clit with tongue before he licked a stripe up your soaked slit. He moaned into you, making your body jolt at the vibration.

Rutger loved how you tasted on his tongue. He already couldn’t get enough of you…

“Here Rut,” Ethan said, pushing the blonde out of the way, “do something like this…” He trailed off huskily as he shoved his face into you, lapping his tongue over your folds and sucking your clit with no hesitation. You gasped loudly at the feeling of your boyfriend’s tongue. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of, and adding Rutger’s into the mix was like pure bliss.

You brought your hands down to Ethan’s head of brown hair, pulling at the strands as he ate you out. He kissed your clit before pulling his head away from your dripping core. He licked your juices off his lips as he gestured for Rutger to take over. Rutger dove back into you the same way Ethan did. His tongue swirling over your folds, his mouth delicately sucking at your clit, and the sound of his moaning made that warmth pool in your belly more and more.

“God Y/n,” Rutger breathed out, “you taste so good. Better than I imagined.”

You whined at his words, feeling yourself pulse against the blondes mouth as he ate you out like a starved man enjoying his first meal in a long time. Rutger performed with such confidence and ease that you never would’ve guessed this was his first time.

“Oh- fuck..."you mewled at the feeling of Rutgers tongue working wonders around your soaked core. Ethan moaned at the sweet sounds you were making as his teammate pleased you. He wanted to touch you so badly, get a taste of you for himself, but he really enjoyed teaching Rutger how to properly please you. The blonde chuckled against your folds, the vibration sending what felt like an electric shock through your body as it made you jolt. Rutger brought his veiny hands up to your thighs, keeping your legs spread open as he buried his tongue into you. He moaned against your slit as the taste of your sweet juices hit his taste buds.

Ethan came up behind Rutger, eyeing you with a smirk as he spoke, “You’re doing amazing Rut. Look at her,” he praised as he gestured to your blissed out figure, chest heaving and soft whimpers escaping your lips every few seconds.

Such a beautiful sight.

“Why don’t you tease her a little, eh?” Ethan whispered into Rutgers ear before he got onto the bed and got behind you. Your boyfriend placed his hands on your biceps, holding you against him as your back arched from Rutgers movements. You moaned at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

Rutger took a hand off of your thigh, placing it onto your womanhood and letting his thumb rub circles against your clit. Your body jolted at the feeling. Rutger had a new sense of confidence as he continued to lap at your soaked core like he’s done it a million times before. It was insanely hot. The feeling of both Rutgers tongue and fingers sent you over the edge, turning you into a whimpering and quivering mess in no time.

“Fuck, fuck Rut.” You bucked your hips slightly as Rutgers quickened the pace of his fingers. He inserted a finger into your soaking core as Ethan slowly began to knead your breasts. You moaned loudly at the feeling of both boys each pleasuring you in a different way. Rutgers jaw clenched with each swipe of his tongue and the muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke of his thumb. Your chest heaved as he licked a stripe up your core and added another finger.

“Eddy,” you moaned as you leaned back into your boyfriend’s touch, “s’ too much.” Your back arched and you bucked your hips from the flick of Rutgers tongue against your clit. Ethan toyed with your hard nipples, pinching the sensitive buds between his fingertips knowing that would send more waves of pleasure through you. Ethan chuckled softly, as he kissed at your neck.

“You can handle it baby.”

You whimpered as you brought your hands down to the back of Rutgers head. You gripped the ends of his blonde hair as you pushed him closer to your center. You don’t know what came over you, but you needed to feel more of him against you. Rutger panted against you, feeling your walls clench around his tongue as you grew close to your first orgasm of the night.

Ethan smirked as he looked down at you lying against him for support. He knew you were getting close to your release from the way the your chest rose and fell, and how your hips were bucking every time Rutgers tongue swirled over your clit.

You let out a few more whimpers, moaning each boys name in pleasure as you felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly. Soon enough, your chest was heaving as it all came crashing down, that coil finally snapping causing you to be overcome with complete pleasure and bliss. Rutger lapped up your juices with his tongue, pulling his face away from your soaked core. He licked his lips dry, making sure to get every last drop of you into his mouth. Ethan and Rutger both wore proud smirks on their faces as they watched you come down from your orgasmic high.

However, they weren’t quite done with you yet.

“Oh my god Rut,” you breathed out blissfully as your chest heaved, “that was amazing.” Rutger smirked down at you as he sucked your cum off his fingers, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were still recovering from the orgasm Rutger gave you when Ethan pulled you up into a sitting position before crashing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trailing your hands down his back as your nails dug into his skin. You detached your lips from his as Rutger came up behind you, placing his palms against your tummy. Your boyfriend began to kiss your neck, causing you to mewl softly at the feeling of his lips sucking your skin. You craned your neck to capture Rutgers lips in a passionate kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips. As their toned bodies were pressed against yours, you could feel Ethan and Rutgers erections poking at your thigh.

You pulled away from Rutger, smirking up at the blonde right wing as your hand traveled south, brushing over his clothed erection as you spoke, "Your turn, Rut." you purred sultrily.

Rutger bit his lip in anticipation and winced softly at your touch. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now. He had been fantasizing about this moment since the day he met you.

"May I?" You asked, gesturing to his undergarments. Rutger couldn't form words, so he just nodded.

He needed you so bad. He needed to feel your soft lips around him.

Rutger helped you remove his tight black boxers from his body. Once the boxers were removed from his waist, Rutgers impressive length sprang free and hit his stomach. You were even more turned on than you already were. Rutger couldn’t hold back from slowly stroking himself as he watched your sensual movements with Ethan next. You turned to your boyfriend, eyeing him and biting your lip as you palmed his length in one hand while you hooked your other fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You pulled his boxers down, mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing cock springing free from its restraint.

“God Eth, I need you inside of me right now.”

Ethan smirked as he moved positions on the bed. He was on his knees, waiting for you to join him, “I’m all yours sweets.”

You got situated on the bed, making eye contact with Rutger who was still stroking himself, and motioning for him to join you and Ethan. Rutger came closer before stopping at the foot of the bed. He joined the two of you on the bed, his position mimicking Ethan’s who was straight across from him. Rutger looked down at you as his eyes filled with lust.

“She looks so pretty between us, doesn’t she Eddy?”

“She does.” Ethan mused as he brought a hand down to your head, stroking his fingers through your hair gently, “Our beautiful girl.”

“Shit.” You moaned out breathlessly as the butterflies swarmed in your belly. Their praises had your knees weak and heart beating rapidly once again and they hadn’t even touched you. Rutger looked between you and Ethan with a serious look on his face as he spoke.

“Before this goes any further, if at any point you want this to stop, just tell me-.” You brought a finger up to Rutgers mouth, shushing him softly.“Rut, it’s OK. We want this just as much as you.” Ethan nodded in agreement, “She’s right.”

You smiled softly at the blonde as you removed your finger from his lips. “Now shut up and let me give you what you’ve been waiting so patiently for.”

You gazed hungrily at him just like he did at you moments ago when you were the one being pleasured. You bit down on your bottom lip as you placed your manicured hands on Rutgers thick, muscular thighs, spreading them apart as you slowly leaned down. Rutger closed his eyes as he waited for the feeling of your lips around him. You brought your lips down around the tip of his dick, pulling them off with a pop as your tongue teased his slit, licking the pre-cum off of the red tip. Between the feeling of your warm breath and your tongue toying with his tip, Rutger threw his head back.

"Fuck," he let out a throaty moan as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Ethan let out a soft moan at the sight of you sucking off his teammate. He gripped your hips to steady you as he pushed himself into your dripping slit from behind.

"Fuck, Y/n-," Rutger grunted out as you spit on his dick, jerking him off with your lips still around him. Rutger swore he’s never felt pleasure like this before. You bobbed your head and moaned loudly around Rutgers cock as Ethan thrusted into you. "You're doing so good," Ethan praised from behind you as you gagged slightly from the feeling of Rutgers cock pushing further down your throat. "So good taking both of us, baby.”

Ethan’s husky voice and the words he uttered down at you made you moan against Rutger. Rutger brought his hands down to your head, pushing your head closer to his manhood. He bucked his hips towards you at the feeling of your lips vibrating against his sensitive, hard cock. Ethan brought a hand around to your front, harshly kneaded your left breast as his thumb and index finger pinched your sensitive, hard nipple. He did the same thing to your right breast as he continued to thrust into you.

"God," Ethan grunted out as your walls clenched around his cock, "You feel so good." His grunts mixed with the sounds of all of your moans and skin hitting skin. Each thrust of your boyfriend’s hips grew deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly made your body jolt with pleasure. You panted against Rutger, removing your mouth from his erection to stroke him instead. “Shit, shit,” Rutger whimpered out as his eyes clenched shut, “faster Y/n.”

Ethan continued to fuck you senseless as you picked up your pace with his teammate. The sounds and smell of sex filled Rutgers room. The three of you were moaning and whimpering messes as the pace quickened even more.

You were positive that this is what heaven feels like.

You felt a familiar warmth pool in your lower belly as you were reaching your climax. You were so close.

"I'm so close." You practically whined as Ethan picked up the pace of his rough thrusts. Soon enough, your walls were clenching around his cock. Rutger groaned softly as he nodded, “Me too.” his broad chest heaved up and down as he panted from the anticipation of his orgasm. Rutgers confession made you pull your hand away from his length and take him in your mouth once again. You could tell he was growing closer to his release because every time you bobbed your head you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. Rutgers face contorted into a look of pleasure. He let out a few grunts as he came undone in your mouth.

“Oh Y/n, fuck. Yes.” He panted as spurts of his hot cum filled your mouth. You swallowed every drop of him instantly as you pulled your mouth off of the blonde in front of you. You brought Rutger into a state of pure bliss and gave him the experience he’s been begging for since his first time. As Rutger recovered from his earth shattering orgasm, you and Ethan continued until the all the built up pleasure came crumbling down.

"That's it," Ethan pleaded, his chest heaving as he panted, "cum for me pretty girl." He continued to pound into you, making sure you felt every single inch of him. The feeling of his large cock filling you up made moan in pleasure. You came down harshly on your boyfriend’s cock as you loudly moaned his and Rutgers name. You didn’t care that your moaning was loud, you knew the music downstairs was too loud, so nobody would hear you anyways.

Your chest heaved up and down. You were completely blissed out as Ethan continued to pump into you. He reached his climax shortly after you, groaning, and gripping onto your thighs as spurts of his hot cum filled your insides. The three of you fucked so hard that you were all completely blissed out and not able to think straight.

That was even better than the three of you could’ve ever imagined.

After your breathing evened out and became regular once again, the boys got off the bed and put on their boxers. They went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean off you up a bit. The three of you were covered in sweat and cum, a perfect combination in Rutger and Ethan’s eyes. Rutger cleaned you up as Ethan helped dress you in your undergarments that had been thrown to the side earlier. Once the three of you were cleaned up and dressed, you plopped down on Rutgers bed, letting out a content sigh as your head hit his pillow. Ethan chuckled at you as he plopped down on the bed beside you.

Rutger rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he watched you and Ethan lay down on his bed. He wasn’t sure if it was acceptable to join you or not. He did just have sex with you, but he was unsure if post sex cuddling with you was acceptable. He’d leave that for Ethan.

“That was a lot of fun guys, but I’ll uh, I’ll leave you two if you-.” “Come on Rut, I want you both here.” You said, cutting the blonde boy off and patting the empty side of the bed closest to the wall.

He couldn’t say no to you.

Rutger smiled softly and climbed into bed with you and Ethan. Once he was settled in bed you grabbed Ethan’s hand, entwining your fingers with his as you wrapped his arm around your waist. You snuggled into Rutgers chest, placing as a soft kiss on his pec as you laid against him.

“How you doin Rut?” Ethan asked, glancing at his teammate with a knowing smile. Rutger gave the same smile, “Amazing.”

Ethan chuckled as he laid back down and nuzzled into your neck. You brought a hand up to scratch his scalp, the brunette boy humming in content at the feeling of your nails on his scalp. You placed another kiss on Ethan’s head before you spoke.

“Let us know when you want us to leave. We’ll go back down and pretend this never happened.” You chuckled, making Rutger let out a laugh. He stroked your arms softly as he spoke, “You guys can stay here, I don’t mind. I enjoy the company. Ethan chuckled in response, “Besides, we’ve already been gone long enough for the guys to be suspicious, we might as well stay.”

“They’re probably too drunk to even realize we’re gone.” You replied as you snuggled further into Rutger and Ethan’s touch. The boys nodded in agreement, knowing you had a point. Nobody probably even noticed the three of you had disappeared to Rutgers room.

The only thing they were focused on was dancing to Digital Animal and downing their fifth drink of the night. You, Ethan and Rutger however had your own things you were focused on for the night—fulfilling fantasies and giving experience

Both of those things were achieved tonight just from one simple game of truth or dare, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last time this happened…

hi loves!!

AHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE I DID THAT. THIS WAS THE NASTIEST LONGEST BEST FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN. i have never done a threesome fic before so hopefully it was good enough for you ethan and rutger girlies😉

i love both ethan and rutger so much, so i thought id take one for the team and supply the fic we all secretly have been wanting…or maybe it’s just a fic i have secretly been wanting LOL. ALSO THIS WAS NOT EDITED A LOT I APOLOGIZE FOR ERRORS, i gave up halfway for editing lol. anyways i hope you all enjoyed this! if you didn’t, please be kind. i never claimed to be the greatest smut writer, so please be kind🤍

thank you for all the love and support babes!! you are all amazing and i love each and every single one of you—especially my hockey girls! i’m so thankful for all of you🤍 also this won’t be the last time i write for eddy & rut…there’s plenty more coming ;)

okay that’s all i have to say, i love you all & have the best day ever🫂🤍

tags: @chillspritecranberry @mxqlss @emaanemaa @bernelflo @dancerbailey3 @countrygirl120983 @itsnotgray @snugglebug-92 @loveforaugust

*bold means it wouldn’t let me tag you for some reason, i’m sorry!*

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CABIN FEVER - JASON VOORHEES X READER [CHAPTER 5]

Summary In an effort to remove yourself from your previous life in the big city, you move to Crystal Lake. The cabin you had inherited from your father makes the perfect place for a fresh start, however, there is a secret in these woods (and within yourself) that you must come to accept…and to love.

A/N Chapter 5 is here! I’m gonna finish this fic if it kills me, I promise. I’m just so slow at writing with my work and life. My 2020 resolution is to at least get this done at some point fghgh. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter nonetheless!

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You had seen Jason almost every day since then.

As the seasons shifted with the rotation of the earth, so did your attitude with the presence of the Crystal Lake Killer at your side. Rather than live in isolation as you had planned to, the forest as your only friend and the sound of birds and babbling brooks being the last signal of life within your reach, you had instead found comfort in another figure nonetheless. His hulking stature brought with it a warmth so unique to him that you could feel it radiating from far outside your home each time he visited. It was like a string of fate, you thought with moderate amusement in your mind’s voice as you would constantly guide yourself to it in order to bring him in as you usually did, tying you to him as you allowed yourself to drown further and further against him.

He was a sun at the bottom of water, reflecting stars in the warmest of ways.

Your mind wandered over to the subject the most when you two were making love.

‘Making love’. It’s what you called it. It’s the phrase you used to ease him into the idea of being so intimate with you. For some reason the wording seemed to put him in a more relaxed state than other synonyms. You didn’t mind, though. You had always found it vulgar when your partner talked to you with those phrases dying on their lips as they pushed themselves upon you. ‘Fuck’ and ‘Bang’ and ‘Boink’... All stupid words that stupid people who were not serious about their relationships used to justify their wants. To find someone and use them and then leave them alone.

There was nothing wrong with it, you supposed in the end. Some people liked that style of living. Partner to partner parkour suited those who found joy in it and that was okay, but you? There was a craving for something more in the base of your chest. Thorns digging into your lungs and heart, clutching around each organ tighter and tighter the longer you were without that sweetness of a lover willing to devote their all to you. You hadn’t known that you wanted someone like that in your life until you met Jason Voorhees.

Until he saved you like that, and you repaid him with your love. It made sense now why you never enjoyed the other men. Why you never gained pleasure when they fingered you. As Jason’s thick, delicious fingers filled you to the brim as they always seemed to, you understood what you wanted.

Him. Always him.

Your moans were soft, beautiful noises that hit Jason’s ears in all the right ways. His head tilted slightly to the side, eyes admiring you through the small holes of his mask as his massive fingers curled deep into your throbbing core. Your hips rolled to accompany their movements, fingers finding fistfuls of his ragged shirt and gripping until your knuckles turned white as the sheets of the bed you were atop. His other arm rested on the bed, dipping it dangerously to one side but neither of you could find it in you to care in the throws of your passion.

“Jason,” Your moans of his name were a song to his heart as you arched yourself up into his touch, “There - yes - please! You’re doing so good - ahhh - so, so wonderful and good. My good boy, mmm, that’s it… Jason-!”

Your moans and praises only spurred him on, his confidence increasing with every ‘good boy’ and sweet words of love that left your voice. Each crook of the fingers within you sent your mind running on a high that pushed your entire form over the edge. You came when he twisted his two thick fingers within you and crooked them curiously, hitting a spot inside of your core that made you see stars. Your entire body shook as you cried his name, your moans beautiful on your lips as he memorized the face you made as you soaked his fingers in your cum.

Laying on the bed, you caught your breath as you watched him heave his own heavy ones, his cock hard in his pants as he shifted before you with a needy stature. You knew what he wanted next, smiling as he begged for it in the shyest of ways possible, and it was only natural for you to return the favor. Sitting up, you leaned upwards to kiss his mask. The material was cold under your lips but you didn’t care, not when he leaned forward eagerly in the movement, pressing his cock onto your bare thigh. Your hand came down to free it from its constraints, making a low and shaky moan pull itself from the killer’s throat. You smiled proudly.

His moans were like the wind. Each echo of them burned the very walls of your cabin as you stroked his throbbing cock in your hand, his entire body shuddering as he leaned forward to rest his head on top of yours. In this position, when you looked upwards enough, you were always able to see the beautiful blue of his eyes through the mask. You held onto them as you smiled, your pace increasing as you pleasured him.

He was so perfect.

After taking care of you and your lovers needs you excited the bedroom in an outfit of thick jeans and a plaid button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to your elbows, bending tight at the forearm as you meandered about in hopes to locate the seeds you had haphazardly placed somewhere in the kitchen before being whisked off by your lover into the bedroom, where he cared for you so well. It was less of an active search effort, however, and more of a generalized meandering of your open space.

You found yourself in that short of mindset nowadays. With nothing to focus on outside of the things you wanted to, life had gone at your own pace. Your only timers now were the sun and the moon as they traded spots in the sky, cycling through each other endlessly as they fought for the attention of the humans down below. Your world went by at a careful rhythm that followed the beat of your heart as you progressed. There were some days you just wandered around the winding paths of the forest, admiring the trees and the animals that scurried past your feet. You gathered the skulls of creatures you passed by when you could, too.

It had started when you found a squirrel skull on a trail. Scooping it up without much thinking about it, it now joined the rest of the bones and plants Jason had gotten you on the various displayed points within your cabin. Soon to join it were the small amalgamation of animal teeth, spine bones, and raccoon skulls that surrounded your living room in a macabre visage of rural beauty.

The trail of thoughts was burst when you turned around from your fifth pacing circle in the kitchen, running face to face with Jason as you did so. His hulking form had entered the kitchen only a short while ago, hands outstretched as he offered the missing seeds to you with a tilt of his head, as if asking ‘is this what you were looking for’?

“Oh!” You giggled and took them from his hand, “Thanks, Jay, I appreciate it.”

You stood on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. To accommodate the action, he modestly bent his knees to feel the warmth of your mouth over his mask. If corpses could blush, god, you imagined that he would be red. Shaking the seed packets in your hand, you found the trowel that you had gotten in your short time at the store in the town a few miles out from your location and waved it around with a laugh.

“Want to help me work?”

His nod was adorably eager as he followed after you into the backyard. HIs footsteps fell heavier than your own, making it sound as though your own were echoing off of the edges of your floor as you spun the trowel lightly in your hand.

Outside the house was beautiful. Sun rays proded through the leaves of tall trees, sprinkling themselves down onto the earth below. The dots warmed your skin and made you sigh with a pleasant contentedness as you shut your eyes to bask. The warmth hit your face as you swayed in the mulch below you. Jason watched you for a moment, your perfect face glowing like fire in the rays of the light. Birds chirped their secretive pleasantries around the branches they hid in and he could see the glitter of love and appreciation for his home in your eyes as they opened back up.

The Cabin’s backyard was a large spread of land fenced off with old wooden posts that lined themselves with barbed wire. Your Dad had always said that it was to keep animals out, but, you now wondered if it was to keep something more out. Something that you had let in instead. It was a cruel sort of humor that made you laugh at it before trying to forget about it, focusing instead on the half of the land rimmed with two chicken coops and a small plotted feeding ground for pigs. On the other half of the land, in front of you where your cabin’s entrance spat you out, was an even set of plots. They were perfect for growing fruits and vegetables of all sorts. Your grip on the bag in your hand clenched tighter as you hopped towards the dirt and began your preparations.

You were on your knees and pulling out weeds when Jason joined you, his own hands hesitantly finding the unnecessary plants and removing them fearlessly from their roots. You smiled up at him as he did so, the shimmer of the sun reflecting off of his hockey mask.

“I want to get farm animals,” You announced with a soft sigh, “Some chickens and maybe a couple of goats. Wouldn’t it be fun to have a few pigs around, too?”

He nodded in excitement, the thought of all of those creatures safe within the confines of the land with you a delight to his ears. You watched him stand up and look around, as though he was ready to start finding animals right then and there. Reaching out your hand, you held onto his pant leg as he tried to move, making him look down and offer a quizzical stare in return.

“Not right now, silly.” You laughed, “We have to plant seeds first. And then maybe start stocking up on feed. I don’t want them to go hungry. I’m sure we can make some natural feed out of the things in the woods. You can help me with that later, too, alright?”

He sat down, picking idly at the earth as he helped remove more of the weeds, and nodded.

The two of you worked on your garden in quiet, words not necessary as the both of you relaxed in the presence of the forest and each other. You could count the seconds between the bird’s tweets, slowly recognizing the different iterations of each species. Your fingers felt cool in the dirt as they dug shamelessly through the ground, not afraid of getting dirty if it meant giving you the fruits of your hard work in a few months. Lines were created, holes shoved into them as you had Jason insert each seed of different varieties into their rows. They were so nice and neat. When you told him you were proud of him he beamed.

You put your hands over his as you showed him how to cover the seeds properly, ensuring that they were correctly layered with the amount of dirt necessary. You felt how strong his hands were. They were as powerful, you realized, as they were gentle. Your own didn’t even fit in his palm. HIs massive body was so much more against yours. If he wanted to he could grab you right now, holding you there and then snapping your neck without a second thought.

You could feel them now. Tight around you. Parching your breath. The twist of your flesh… gentle but firm… your tendon snapping and your spine shattering in his grip.

Cr-Ack

You startled yourself as you realized you had broken a twig under your palms, staring down at the earth with wide eyes. Jason’s hands were still under your own as you watched their difference again, trying not to let your mind wander down that path again as you looked upwards towards the massive killer. His hockey mask gave way to his eyes, which were soft as they searched yours. Curious and worried, that sweet look of his made your worries melt away and you smiled softly, lips parted in a breathless laugh that made no sound. Leaning forward, your lips found his again. Well, where his lips might be. You wondered if you could get him to take his mask off at some point. You would have to get there on his own time, especially when he was doing so well for you already.

“Let’s go inside, okay? I think we’ve done all the work we can for now… It’s just up to letting these little guys grow now.”

You cast one last familiar gaze at the plants below you and then let a smile form itself light on your lips, “I’ll even make us some lemonade, okay?”

Jason nodded slowly and it occurred to you that, perhaps, he didn’t have to drink lemonade. Perhaps he’s never had lemonade before. What kind of childhood was that, you wondered, that this man had never had lemonade before he died? A tragic one, certainly, but no one ever claimed that Jason Voorhees had a good childhood.

The inside of your cabin was cold compared to the warmth of the sunny outdoors. It sent a chill down your spine as you wrapped your dirty hands around your arms and rubbed them, the friction accompanied by the feeling of mud being smeared across yourself. It was a nice feeling, though. Dirty and gritty… as though you were closer to the earth. As though, slowly, you were going to become one with it.

That was the part you never seemed to mind about the concept of dying, at least. Being buried deep within the earth or scattered ashes across fertilized plains of existence. The echo of your voice a deathly sound on the wind as all the pieces of you were moved about in different locations… All of it was as beautiful as it was melancholy. It was a terrifying concept but so peaceful in its honest ideal that it almost made you crave it sometimes. To be in the ground with the worms as they used your body to fuel their lives. To fuel nature. Soon you would be the trees towering above you or the plants at the bottom of a lake, swimming and watching the rays of the sun filter downwards into your eyes and system…

A touch lifted you from your thoughts. You turned your head slightly to notice the hand on your shoulder. Jason’s touch was not hard by any means. It was a light rest of his palm on your shoulder, not even squeezing as he waited for you to respond with something akin to worry radiating off of his massive, blank features. Reaching upwards with your own hand, you touched his and rubbed at the textured knuckles, your finger dipping into a part of his skin that had long been peeled away by decay. You felt the texture of his bone against the tip of your finger and shivered with delight at its strangeness. At its unique difference to any other hand you had held before.

You wanted to dip your tongue into it. To taste what his bones would be flavored like. Maybe you could ask him if it was okay later.

Right now you needed some lemonade and a good book.

“I can read you a story after we make some drinks,” You suggested, your first words after a terrifying silence as you pat his hand and smiled brightly at him. Jason’s serious demeanor seemed to lax at the idea, enjoying the sound of your voice when it lulled him into a net of safety through fairy tales and history books. You had read him the tale of Bonnie and Clyde at some point and he seemed to have an interest in the roaring 20s ever since. You tried to imagine him in flapper wear, dancing gaudily to electro-swing, and it almost made you laugh out loud as you entered your living room to skim the stocked bookshelf curiously.

Your fingers passed grimoires of fairy tales and texts of history tomes, lowering themselves idly to the edges of other books whose titles you had yet to read even since your arrival here. Inch by inch you scanned the shelves as you tilted your head sideways, gathering the titles in the light to better comprehend them.

It’s when you saw it.

It was a simple book, blue in its cover with plain white lettering. It was clear and easy to see, yet it nearly mixed with the rest of the blander covers. Perhaps to others it was bland. Yet, still, its concept caught your curiosity. Your heart jumped and you couldn’t help the smile as you pulled it down from its shelf and scanned the front of it.

American Sign Language: Conversations for Beginners

“Jason!” You turned a little too excitedly as your eyes lit up, holding the book upwards to show the startled man before you. He tilted his head in an indication of confusion as he gazed down at the book, which only served to rile you up more as you bounced on the heels of your feet and smiled.

“How would you feel about learning a new language?”

[bennwriting]

Cat and Mouse

People Are Messy: Part 1 of 2 (for now) This is supposed to be part of a larger work, but this and one other chapter are the only ones I don't hate so far. Hope you like it!

“I’m so sorry, Jame,“ I said with a hug. 

“Thanks, Mouse.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. Sad eyes stayed aimed at the floor. Weight shifted from one foot to the other.

“You wanna watch a sad movie and eat ice cream and cry it out, or would you rather throw darts at her picture?”

A rueful chuckle. “I’m not fucking crying.”

“Darts it is!”

“No,” he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “No darts. Just.” Scrubbed a hand down his face. “I dunno. Can I kick your ass at bubble hockey or something?”

Grabbing his arm with my free hand, I squeezed and winked. “If you think you’re good enough.”

“Oh you are so toast,” he grinned. I turned toward the stairs, but he pulled me back into a loose hug. “Hey. Thanks. Really.”

“Any time, bud.” I held tightly and felt the sigh. It was a long minute before he was ready to let go and follow me upstairs. I just let him take his time. 

He did kick my ass at bubble hockey. Ruthlessly. I was happy to let him take it out on the game, something harmless. I made a show of trying to win and being upset that I lost, but we both knew I never stood a chance. Unfortunately, it didn’t lighten the mood. 

“Ok this isn’t working. You’re concentrating too hard.”

Jamie sighed, palms on the machine. “Yeah.”

“You sure no darts?”

“No darts.”

“Ok but you gotta let it out somehow.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Pressed his forehead against the bubble. “Fuck, this sucks.”

“We could dance it out.”

Head up just enough to glare at me. “This is not Grey’s Anatomy, and I am not dancing.”

“You sure? We could totally turn on some terrible country music and dance.”

“No.” Giggle. 

“Ok but if you change your mind, the offer’s open.”

“Good to know. Let’s just watch a movie. But not a sad one. Like an action flick.”

“Fury Road?” 

“Perfect.”

“Done. Let’s blow some shit up!”

Laughter chased me as I danced down the hall into the media room, followed shortly by a hard root beer in my hand. 

“Thanks. Am I still the only one drinking these?”

“Yup. All yours. No one else will touch them.”

“Sweet. Y’all are missing out, though.”

“Nope.”

Shrugging, I turned and put my feet in his lap, and he looked down and chuckled before settling into the movie. 

Somehow, without conscious thought, we ended up lying down on the couch, Jamie using me as a human body pillow, head on my chest and arms and legs wrapped around me. I started out rubbing his back but ended up combing my fingers through his hair. 

Both of us were so relaxed that it didn’t occur to me at first that his hand had made its way under my t-shirt and over my bra. Not squeezing, or even fondling, just resting there like that’s where it belonged. I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize what he was doing until he pushed my shirt up and absently involved his mouth. 

I jumped, he jumped, then he bolted upright so fast he nearly dumped me onto the floor. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

“It’s ok, you just startled me.” 

“Not ok. What was I thinking? Oh god.” He looked mortified. 

I had to lean way over to reach where he was backed into the corner of the couch like a frightened animal, but I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“Jamie, it’s ok. No harm done. Really.”

Barely looking at me through the cringe, he scrubbed his free hand over his face as if it would wipe away the lovely shade of scarlet he was blushing. 

“I’m so, so sorry. You know I would never …”

“I know. Jame. Sweetheart.” I climbed over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s ok. I mean it.”

Relaxed ever so slightly into the hug, he was still tense, so I rubbed his back until he let out a heavy sigh and hugged me back like I wasn’t made of glass. But when I sat back, he still couldn’t bring his eyes up to mine. 

“Chubbs. Hey.”

Finally, he slowly looked up at me through his lashes, as if he expected a lecture. 

“I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re just missing that. It’s understandable, really.”

“It’s unacceptable. I have no right to just … take. I just … you were so soft and warm and … I spaced out and … god, what is wrong with me?”

“How long has it been?”

“What?” Confusion. 

“How long? When’s the last time you … y’know, touched anyone?”

Blushing again, staring at his hands. “Oh. Um. I dunno, like, a few months? But like, we went longer than that during the season. Well, I did.”

Softly, “Oh honey.” Grabbed his hand. He flinched a little, then sighed. 

“Can you … not call me that? It’s …”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

“S’ok. It just … hurts.”

“Yeah. Do you … can I …” Failing to form a coherent sentence, I did the only thing I could think of — kissed him, full on the mouth. 

Surprised, he didn’t respond at first, but then instinct took over and he kissed me back, slowly, then a little desperately, a drowning man grabbing onto a life preserver. Strong hands cradled my head, not tenderly — to make sure I didn’t pull away. 

The kiss was raw, needy, nothing sweet or loving about it, just frayed, pent-up emotions being released. When it ended, we stared at each other in semi-stunned silence for a bit before he found his words. 

“What was that?”

“Pretty sure it was a kiss,” I quipped. 

“No shit, really? I mean why.”

A shrug. “I didn’t know what to say.” 

“So … you kissed me?”

“I think you kissed me back.”

“I did. But … I thought … I mean …”

“What? Oh. I’m not … I’m just … different. I do like boys. And don’t let this go to your big ol’ vain head, but you’re kind of beautiful.” 

He blushed the most amazing shade of pink at that, one dimple threatening to dig into his cheek as he looked down at his hands. 

“Anyway, you’re hurting and clearly touch-starved, and I just really wanted to kiss it better. Was that ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was … nice.” Eyes back up to mine, looking for confirmation that it was really ok. 

“Do you wanna do it again?”

“I don’t wanna take advantage.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yeah.” Blushing again. “Ok. I do. If it’s ok with you.”

“It’s definitely ok. Do you … want to do more?”

“No! No … I mean yeah I want to, but …”

“Hey. I’m asking. You’re not pushing.”

“I just don’t wanna … use you. I can go pick up in a bar for that.”

“Even if I’m offering?”

“But you don’t want that.”

“I want to help you. I want to make you feel good.”

“I don’t want pity sex.”

“I’m not offering out of pity. I’m offering because I want to help. I know that’s a fine line, but it makes a difference to me.”

“So you … want me?” 

“In this situation, yes. Look, I don’t want to get all TMI. I want to fill that need for you. If you want me to.”

“I just … didn’t think you liked it.”

“I do … I just need something more than basic animal attraction, and you needing me right now does that for me. So now that we’ve discussed it to death, can I kiss you again?”

A smile, a nod, and to my surprise, he pulled me up to straddle his lap. “I’m serious, Mouse, tell me if you want me to stop. I don’t want to fuck up our friendship just because I’m lonely and horny.”

“Promise. But same goes for you. If it’s too weird, we don’t have to keep going.”

“Deal.” Then a kiss that made my head spin. Lips trailing from my ear down my neck to my collarbone made my spine tingle. 

“Damn, Jamie.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. Please, no.”

I felt the smile against my skin before he pushed my shirt up and off. 

“Good ‘cause I really don’t want to.” 

Only a moment to look into his nearly black eyes before he was kissing me again, surprisingly soft hands meandering across my chest then coming together to unclasp my bra. As soon as the straps were down my arms and off, he lifted my hands back up to his hair and skimmed his fingers along my arms back down to my chest. 

Those soft hands caressed and fondled their way around my skin, gentle but not tentative, while the mouth did the demanding. Passionate kisses from my lips down my throat, just shy of leaving marks. When they reached my chest, I lifted up on my knees to give him better access. 

Lips surrounded one nipple, and he teased with his tongue while taking more in his mouth and then sucking hard enough to make me whimper. 

“Ok?”

“Mhmm. More.”

He smiled and shifted to the other side, made me whimper again, dragging teeth along skin. Hands dropped to the button of my jeans. 

“Hey, no fair, you’re still dressed,” I whined. 

An impatient huff, but he backed off and yanked his shirt over his head, giving me a nice show, then surprised me by standing and dropping his shorts to the floor, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs. He pulled me up so he could finish taking off my jeans, pushing them down to my ankles while kissing his way down my body. I had to hold onto his shoulders when he nuzzled into the fabric of my panties, hot breath making me tingle again. Feet freed one by one, then beard tickling my torso as he stood.

In nothing but our underwear, we stared at each other a little awkwardly for a moment, but he fixed it by kissing me, easy and unhurried, before quietly lifting me up, hands on my ass. 

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” murmured into another kiss. 

“Jamie, I can walk! That’s on the other side of the house.”

“Mmmmnope. Want to carry you.”

And then I was pinned against the wall of the elevator. Oh. Well that was hot. 

Dizzy from his mouth on mine, I saw nothing but him until he was setting me down softly on the floor in his bedroom. 

Quietly, “Still sure?”

“So sure.” I spun him around and pushed him down on the bed. He just stared as I crawled onto his lap, but caught up quickly and pulled me in for a hot and heavy kiss, hands in my hair, teeth pulling at my bottom lip, tongue in my mouth. 

I leaned forward, using my body to tell him to lie back without breaking the kiss, and he smoothly pivoted his feet onto the bed and pulled me down with him. Once he was settled, I started kissing his neck, from the hollow of his throat up to his ear. Lingered for a while, pulled a moan from him that made my heart race. 

“Tell me what you want first,” murmured in his ear. “You want my mouth? My tits? My pussy?

A moaned “fuck” was the only response, and I rocked against his crotch a little. Hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder. “Fuck. Don’t …” 

“Don’t?” I breathed before sucking on his earlobe. 

“Mouth. Your mouth. Please.”

Smiling, I nibbled on his ear for a bit before kissing, licking, and nipping my way down his body. Flicked a nipple with my tongue, got him panting a little and fisting hands in my hair. 

It was a little bit of a struggle to get his boxers over the curve of his ass and thick thighs, but once they were to his knees, he kicked them the rest of the way off and lay flat again. When he reached to touch himself, I swatted his hand away and replaced it with mine. 

“Let me.”

All he could do was close his eyes and nod and let out a sigh when I gave him a long, light stroke that I immediately followed with my tongue. Whimpered just a little as I took the head into my mouth. Moaned, long and loud, when I swirled my tongue around under his foreskin. A hand swept through my hair to the base of my skull. I looked up at him without stopping.

Eyes intense, a little watery, lips parted, breathing shallow. When I took more of him in my mouth and licked up the underside, he closed his eyes and moaned again, softer this time, almost a whine. 

Slowly, I built him up, my hand around the base pumping in rhythm with my mouth — there was no way I could take all of him — until he was panting and shaking, gasping a combination of “fuck” and “oh god,” pulling my mouth off of him just in time to stripe ropes of cum all over his chest. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” I smiled up at him softly, hand still wrapped around him. 

“I didn’t want … um … I knew it was going to be a lot. Too much.”

Leaning up to kiss his cheek, I laughed softly. “You still didn’t have to, sweetie,” I murmured in his ear. “I’ll be right back.”

He hummed his assent and sank back into the pillows, boneless. A quick mouth rinse and I returned with a warm, wet washcloth, straddled his thighs, began gently cleaning off his stomach and chest. Smiling, he put his hand over mine. 

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Let me take care of you.”

“K,” he smiled bashfully. “But you’re never gonna get it all out of my chest hair.”

I giggled. “Voice of experience?” 

“Yes.” A bright blush bloomed on his cheeks, but he was still smiling and relaxed. I smiled back and finished cleaning up as best I could. 

“I guess we’ll just have to get you in the shower.”

Pulling me down onto his chest, he giggled. “If I get you all sticky, will you join me?”

“Oh my god,” I laughed, “all you had to do was ask. The answer would have been yes.”

“Good.” Then he pulled me into a kiss that made us forget all about the shower. 

As we kissed, I rocked my hips into his, and he grabbed my ass with both hands. 

“Mmm, why are you still not naked?” mumbled into the kiss. 

“Dunno. Been busy.”

He snorted as he rolled me over and hovered above me, pulled my panties off and kissed his way back up my body. There was a long pause at my chest where his mouth and hands and eyes made a thorough exploration of every available inch of skin, leaving nipples at attention and heart pounding. 

“I didn’t know you had a mascot,” he smiled and softly traced the tiny tattooed mouse on my ribs under my right breast. 

I giggled. “Mhmm. She hides.”

“She’s cute.”

“She says thanks.” Another giggle. 

Still smiling, he placed a sweet, chaste kiss on the mouse’s head. Then mouth and hands parted ways — mouth back to mine while his right hand skimmed back down to my thigh. He shifted onto one hip beside me but kept kissing, muting my whimper when two fingers dipped between my legs and gently slid up through my folds. 

“This ok?” 

“Mhmm. But you don’t need to do anything for me. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“I want to though,” he murmured. “I want to touch you everywhere. I want to make you come. And when I’m ready again, I want to fuck your brains out.”

The combination of that soft voice and the dirty talk short-circuited my brain, and all I could do was moan “god damn” and pull him back to my lips. Taking that as a sign to continue, he pushed my legs apart and picked up where he left off. 

“Fuck, Mouse, you’re so wet. For me?”

“No, for the other hot guy who’s been kissing all over me,” I laughed, shoving him playfully. “Yes you, dork.”

“Ok yeah you’re gonna have to explain it to me like I’m stupid. Later. Right now I just wanna touch you.”

“Mmm, anything you want.”

My hips bucked into his hand, and I guided him to my sweet spot, helped him get the rhythm right. 

Lips against my ear, voice so soft. “There good?” 

“Fuck yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Needing something to hold onto, I reached up and got a hand in his hair. He moaned. 

“Oh. You like that?”

Leaning into my hand, “Yeah.” 

And so I held onto his hair — not quite pulling — while he continued to make my toes curl. Never losing rhythm with his hand, he brought his mouth into play, kissing lips, then neck, then chest. When I came, panting, digging my fingers into his scalp and arm, his mouth was back on my neck, just below my ear, and he placed little soft kisses all along my jaw and across my neck and collarbone. 

“Jesus, Chubbs,” I breathed when I’d come down, “that was uhhh …”

Bless his heart, he tried not to be smug about it, but I could tell he was proud of himself. 

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, it’s um. Been a while since someone did that for me.”

“How long?”

“Ummm … years? Not sure how many.”

“Do you …” He blushed so hard it went down his chest. “y’know, take care of yourself?”

“Oh. Mmmm, sometimes. Mostly to shut my mind off when I can’t sleep, really. It’s a whole different thing, having someone else do it. Same basic mechanics, very different feeling.”

His hand, which had moved to my hip, pulled me over onto my side, facing him. 

“Do you still want to …” 

“Do you?”

Suddenly shy, he looked down. “Yeah,” he said softly. “If that’s ok.”

“Hey, look at me.” I waited. When he finally brought his big brown eyes up to mine, I continued. “I mean it. Anything you need. If that’s sex, cool, I’m down. If you just wanna lie here and kiss and touch, that’s fine. If you just need to hold me or be held, I can do that too. Tell me what you need.”

“Honestly? I don’t know.”

“Is any of this helping?”

A smile. “Yeah. It is.”

“Then let's just go with it.” I smirked. “Kiss me.”

He snorted a little laugh and then leaned in for a slightly tentative kiss. Tentative shifted pretty quickly to steamy, hands moving over skin, grabbing tits and ass and pulling me closer. I could feel him getting hard again, long before he acted on it, rubbing against me, pulling my knee up over his hip. 

Softly, in my ear, “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Ok?”

“Fuck me, Jamie.”

“Fuck. Yeah, ok.” Rolling over to his nightstand, he grabbed a condom from the drawer. When that was squared away, he kissed me, hard, and rolled me onto my back so he could hover over me. More kissing — my lips, my neck — while he lined himself up and slowly eased in. Just a little. 

A whispered “fuck” and he backed off. “You’re so tiny, Mouse. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Not gonna lie, you’re … um … well, bigger than I’ve had before.”

He blushed. This big, brawny, hot-as-fuck stud was bashful about his big dick. Talk about a turn-on. Rather than continuing the discussion, I guided him back in, hooked my feet around his thighs, pulled him into a kiss. 

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much, ok?”

“Yeah.” A nod. “Ok.”

Again, slowly, tentatively, he pressed in. It was a lot. I may have made a noise. Ok, I whimpered. He stopped. 

It didn’t … hurt, exactly. “It’s ok. Keep going. I’m ok.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just … keep going slow.”

“Mouse —“

“No, seriously, Chubbs … oh my god, is that why they call you …”

“Shut up, no, I was fat, ok?”

I giggled. He shook his head and pushed in a little harder. “Brat.”

“Fatty.”

Fighting a smile, he did it again. 

“Fuck,” I squeaked. “Ok that felt good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Do it again.”

He did. 

“Oh god.”

“More?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded. He pushed in further. My eyes rolled back in my head a little. 

“Ok?”

“Yeah. No more slow, just go.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.”

I gasped as he pressed in the rest of the way. 

“Ok?”

“Yep, good. Just … wow.”

He kissed me, sweetly, tenderly, and started to move. “Tell me what feels good, ok?” 

“Mhmm.”

“Mouse, you gotta breathe.”

I blew out the breath I was holding. “I will. In a minute. I just gotta … adjust.”

He stopped for a second and kissed me. “We don’t need to do this if it doesn’t feel good.”

“Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes, fuck. So good.”

“Then I’m good. Just gimme a minute to catch up. Keep going though.”

“Ok. But I mean it. If you’re uncomfortable we stop.”

“Jamie, just shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes closed, and he sucked in a breath. Kissed me hard and went back to rocking into me, with more force this time. 

It had been so long, I’d kind of forgotten what sex felt like. And Jamie was very different from the one other guy I’d been with, both physically and emotionally. I shifted under him a little, and he adjusted, got his arms under my legs, and oh my god that made all the difference. I let out a moan. My toes curled. I dug my nails into his shoulders. 

Message received, he settled into that position, slowly rolling his hips, still making sure I was ok but mostly getting lost in his own experience. Eyes closed and brow furrowed, biting his bottom lip, barely making a sound other than breathing. 

The man had stamina. I shouldn’t have been surprised, given that he’s an athlete, but I didn’t expect him to want to go all night. I was not complaining. He kept his weight off me, and the position we’d found had him hitting sweet spots I didn’t know I had. When he got closer to losing control, he sped up just a tad, went just a bit harder, and that did it for me. My body quivered from my shoulders to my knees as I came hard enough that I could barely breathe. 

A raspy “Jesus fuck,” was followed by stuttering hips and lost rhythm, and he pounded a couple dozen more erratic strokes before he dove forward and kissed me through his own orgasm. The kiss slowly tapered off from frenzied to tender, until he stopped and rested his forehead against mine. 

A long moment later, he very gently pulled out, took off the condom, tied it, tossed it vaguely in the direction of his bathroom before collapsing onto the bed — mostly beside me but with his head nestled into my neck and one arm snaked over and around me. I immediately got a hand in his hair and the other on his back, rubbing slowly. 

It was several long moments before he had the capacity to speak, and then it was barely audible, his already soft voice on the edge of sleep. 

“Stay?”

“Of course, anything you need.”

“Just this. Exactly what you’re doing.”

“Ok. Get some sleep, Chubbs. I’ve got you.”

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Ice Skating AU - The Beginning

A/n: So obviously this deviates from the original Yuri On Ice anime, but since most of the story IS based off Yuri On Ice, I’ll keep it as it is :D THIS AU IS INPIRED BY YURI ON ICE. I'm changing it's name to just Ice Skating AU since I decided to expand on the universe and give Jeonghan a different backstory :)

I originally just really wanted to adapt a oneshot I wrote, but it ran away from me. Regardless, I like that this gives Jeonghan in this AU a bit more backstory other than just being an amazing skater haha 

Pairing: Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan)

Warning(s): None really, just some fluff, wistfulness, wishful thinking and all that

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

Yuri On Ice AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites (Sometimes) Attract

Swish. The puck hits the back of the net, clattering onto the ice, and the team erupt into celebration, clapping Jeonghan on the back while their opponents slump in defeat as the obnoxiously loud sound of the final buzzer goes off.

The redhead Captain grins tiredly, nodding his acknowledgements at the never-ending congratulations and celebrations, but his heart’s not in it. He yearns for a different kind of swish.

It’s not the swish of the net, or the swish of his teammates flying past him in hot pursuit of the little black disc. He’s aches for the almost silent swish of his skates when they slice the air in a camel spin, and the swish of air that rushes by him when he executes a perfect triple axel.

But no one would understand. They’d tease him, laugh at him, mock him even, because that kind skating is for girls.

“Serves them right for trying to challenge the top college hockey team in Korea,” Soonyoung scoffs, and Jeonghan snaps back to reality when he sees his vice-captain being slammed into the barrier.

Ouch.

“Don’t be a sore loser!” Jihoon snarls, standing protectively over Soonyoung. His vice-captain gets up dizzily, being careful to not get his fingers sliced off, shooting an unfocused glare at their opponents.

“That last shot was a goddamn foul!” the opponent’s captain, a Do Kyungsoo, snaps, towering over Jihoon. Jihoon really doesn’t look that intimidating, especially since he dyed his hair cotton candy pink (ironically, Jihoon’s one of the most terrifying hockey players in the team), but the tension is broken before it can escalate.

Jeonghan turns away from the scene, heading off the ice, wishing he had the rink to himself so he can practice in peace, thanking the skating gods that the ice will get smoothed over before his private practice, so he doesn’t have to wobble over the digs and divots him and his hockey mates have left all over the rink.

He hops into the shower, sighing when he feels the aches melt away under the hot water. He inspects his hip idly, frowning when he can see a bruise beginning to form from a tackle earlier in the game.

This sport is so violent, he muses quietly, towelling off quickly and slipping into his clothes so he can grab some food and a nap before coming back to the rink to work on his secret little skill .

Unfortunately, life (read: his team) had other plans.

“Hyung, come on, you can rest after dinner! We’re going for samgyeopsal,” their youngest whines, tugging at Jeonghan’s sleeve.

“I’d love to Channie-ah, but I’m really tired,” Jeonghan murmurs, internally wincing a little at the lie, hating that he’s disappointing Chan.

He would love to join them for dinner, but he also wants to work on his routines without feeling sick and bloated from the mildly disgusting amounts of meat his team ate. He needed to get them perfect. He was going to make the switch this fall, and he knew he needed to be the best if he wanted to avoid being made fun of and lose all of his friends. 

“Jeonghan hyung, please, please, please join us?” Seokmin chirps, and he’s bombarded with pleas and whines he can’t bring himself to refuse. “Fine, fine,” he sighs, ruffling Chan’s hair and mentally calculating the hours he has left, grimacing slightly when he realizes he only has a few hours to practice.

Three hours, two bottles of soju, and far too much meat later, Jeonghan drops his skate bag on the empty benches, shooting a fond smile to the old night guard patrolling the rink. He was the only other person who knew Jeonghan figure skated. Heck, the old man was the one who taught him everything he knew, and gifted him with a passion for figure skating.

���Late night tonight?” he asks, settling down to watch Jeonghan warm up on his figure skates.

“The boys wanted dinner after we won the game, so it’s a late night I guess, coach,” he teases, and the night guard laughs, waving away the term.

“Boy, call me coach again and I won’t teach you Yuzuru Hanyu’s Sochi Short Program,” the guard snarks, and Jeonghan pouts, pulling away from the barrier  to practice key points in the routine.

“Extend more! Your leg needs to be straighter,” the guard calls out, watching Jeonghan glide across the ice effortlessly.

“Again,” he demands, not letting Jeonghan move on until he’s satisfied.

Jeonghan’s dead tired after his grueling session, but it feels so good to be doing something he truly loves. The music, the movements, the grace and poise, it made him so, so happy.

“You need to tell your team. They need to see how good you are,” the guard sighs, settling down next to Jeonghan’s panting form.

“They’ll make fun of me, kick me out of the team,” Jeonghan protests, shaking his head. “No, not until I can prove I’m good enough. Not until I’ve made it into the amateur finals,” he insists, and the guard glances up, spotting  figures huddled in a dark corner of the rink.

“Well then, go polish your routine, sitting on your ass isn’t gonna help,” the guard nags, and Jeonghan snorts so hard he almost chokes, coughing as he gets back up and into the rink.

He shakes off his nerves, head held high as he settles into his starting position.

Extend your lines, finish your movements.

The music starts, and nothing else matters to Jeonghan.

He revels in the swish of his blades and the movement of his body, fluid and sharp in time with the music. Jeonghan feels so free, letting the music flow in his bones and the rush of exhilaration as he pulls off each jump, spin, and trick flawlessly.

He’s so lost in the music, he doesn’t realize his audience has multiplied to more than just his not-coach coach. Jeonghan finishes breathlessly, eyes shut as he takes in the joy and happiness he feels right now.

And then he hears the applause.

His eyes fly open, and he’s greeted by his teammates... cheering?

He’s stunned, hands flopping to his sides as he stares in shock at his entire team hollering and cheering for him. Jeonghan spots the guard standing, smirking knowingly at him, and immediately knows that it’s his doing.

“HYUNG WOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD!” Seokmin’s voice travels through the rink and Jeonghan laughs nervously, scratching his head shyly.

Oh fuck

Oh holy fuck

They know now

Oh my holy fucking shit.

Soonyoung’s quiet, regarding Jeonghan intently. He steps off the ice, still panting from the exertion, and Soonyoung turns to look at Jeonghan. He’s fully expecting anger of some sort, or disbelief that their beloved captain figure skates, but the words that leave his mouth leave Jeonghan stunned.

“Please show us how you turn so quick. It’ll really give us an edge over the rest.”

What?

“You’re... not angry?” Jeonghan asks in disbelief, and Soonyoung stares at Jeonghan, confused. “I mean... it’s nothing like hockey,” he trails off, and Soonyoung laughs lightly.

“Hyung, I’m a dance major, why on earth would I be upset that you like to dance? You’re really good, you should totally compete,” he winks, and Jeonghan turns scarlet.

He stumbles over his explanation, stuttering that he was afraid that the team would make him choose between hockey and figure skating, and that they would tease him for wanting to figure skate instead of playing ice hockey.

“You were always too pretty for hockey,” Chan interrupts Jeonghan’s panicked rambling, and the rest of his team nod in agreement.

“If you really want to choose figure skating we’ll all definitely support you! We’ll just also be sad because you’re really good at ice hockey,” Wonwoo offers, and Jeonghan nods thankfully, feeling a wave of relief overcome him, and suddenly he’s exhausted.

The old guard sees the exhaustion on Jeonghan’s face, and shoos the ice hockey team away, patting Jeonghan on the shoulder comfortingly. “You don’t have to make a decision now. It’s getting pretty late, so get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll work on drills,” he reassures, and Jeonghan shoots him a grateful look.

Jeonghan knows he’s going to quit ice hockey, but he doesn’t want to let his team down mid-season. It means he’ll miss this year’s qualifiers, but it also just means he has more time to practice and perfect his skills, and wow the world when he finally makes his debut.

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A Idea I Will Never Finish

Authors note: see, I made this for my freind but also because speaks to me and it told me, boys in spandex. So this is Steve/Tony from the marvel universe : avengers assemble to be precise. Yuri/viktor from the anime yuri on ice. Last couple is H20vanoss from YouTube. It's also got some idea points on it so uh..yeh. Also the dances are not in order I apologize.

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Ideas:

* Steve does tap dancing skating like minimi.

* tony can do a enter the madness type of dance.

*The collector is the one who trapped them and forced them all there

*Yuri and Viktor, Evan and Johnathan, Tony and Steve, all trapped in a universe together, and they're all trying to get back home, and the only way to do it is to win the grand Prix finals

*Winner gets to pick one other person to go home too so like if Tony won, he could pick Steve or Evan or whoever to go home too

*During this time together they all become friends so whoever wins has a very hard time choosing cuz winners go home losers die

*So when it comes time to decide everyone's crying and what not

* the readers get to decide. Who goes home.

* two go home as promised and the two winners are back home, processing what happened and crying over the lose of their boyfriend's and friends

*THEN a extra chapter with the happy ending!

* Jon dances to twisted by MISSIO

* Tony's ice skating outfit is a red top tainted with black that fades and is linked with gold.

*steves ice skating outfit is a simple suspenders, dress shirt and pants.

*evans is a burgandy almost brown. Covered in fake owl wings and a little owl tail of feathers from the back of the pants aswell.

*delirious wears a long sleeve but comfy sparkly blue top with rhinestones all over it.

*yuuri's dance is that of a person stuck in a painting or idea ready to be put onto paper. Or a painting that falls in love with its artist!

The story:

The music began and tony could feel his heart pounding violently as he glided across the ice.He hasn't put his feet on the ice scince the loss of JARVIS how could he possibly put his heart into this routine? "GOOD LUCK!" yuri cried to the genius. God Steve was watching why did he pick this song? He could seduce all the girls out there but he wanted Steve. But Steve didn't want him WHY did he pick this stupid fucking song?!? cause, he's tony stark and he was going to fucking do this. As his name was called by Vicktor tony made his way out onto the ice. He took a deep breath and as the music began to start up he began to let all that anxiety fade and put on his usual charm but this time it was different somehow. Maybe it was because he was actually showing his feelings instead of letting them stay dormant and hidden.

Tony began the routine he put his heart and soul into his arms and let his body become his hands as he expressed his emotions and his wants. He felt like he could fly. He lept into the air landing a perfect flip with a toe slid. He began to spin in harmony with the music and make his way back up and start moving around again. He let his movements show his past problems, his life and how he was stopped again and again only to never give up and succeed in his work. He let his arms capture his aura as they slid around his body in perfect caresses. He wanted to be loved he wanted to be cared for. But he wanted to be put in his place he wanted to be hated. He yearned for his father's love but he never received it and at this moment, as tony began to slide into a sitting spinning move he felt himself slip away and give in to his own story and become the character he knew as the locked up Prince who wished for love and adventure.

As tony heard the music come to a close he began to stand up and as he stretched his hands up to the sky as if asking why. Once it was over his mask hid away the pain that was once on his face and he made his way off the ice and into the locker rooms as quickly as possible. Yuri looked sadly into the hallway where tony had just disappeared to. "you could defiantly feel the pain of the trapped prince." yuri said then turned his head as he heard a familiar sniffle. Oh no!! VICKTOR WAS CRYING AGAIN?!, Yuri let out a eh type of squeak and flailed his arms trying to stop his husband from crying.

Evan felt himself let out a small tear. He felt so bad because he never knew what it was like to have crappy parents. Because Evan wanted to help everyone but he couldn't. He heard Vicktor call out his name, which meant it was his turn. Evan Fong is well known to play hockey so this was going to be a piece of cake for him but he wasn't worried about himself he was worried about Jonathan. Delirious had never been on the ice before if he remembered all their stories correctly. But in Practice it seems like his determination has transferred from delirious to Jonathan because he wasn't giving up. Jonathan had fallen and fallen and even Vicktor had asked Jon to stop but he begged them to let him do it. Vanoss let out a sigh and pulled on his feather covered skating outfit. This part was SO NOT NEEDED! THE RHINESTONES THE FLASHYNESS!! But... He had to get him and delirious home. He promised delirious he would but delirious had looked mad at him then. Delirious must still be mad at him but vanoss slid onto the ice and got into position. Right now he had to focus.

Jonathan felt over overwhelmed but he also felt like he had all the power in the world. Was Evan transferring his power to him? That didn't matter what mattered was how fine Evan's-NOPE gotta concentrate and watch Evan skate. Jon knew that vanoss could Ice skate but he had absolutely no idea that he could skate so gracefully. He really was an owl on the ice, his moves were calculated and graceful. He was in flight and looking for something. Most likely to find happiness and share it with everyone. That's right he knew the story Evan was dancing to. A old folk tale of a owl who searched for the answer of happiness and wished to trade it for wisdom. As Evan did a another toe flip Jon felt his heart beat faster and faster as a laugh began to bubble. He could feel Evans joy from across the rink and it made his heart absolutely burst with need. Need to protect this man, need to provide for this man, and a need to stay by his side as long as he possibly could. Evan stopped his performance with a flushed huff and his hands spread out in a "TAKE ME IF YOU DARE WORLD" type of way. Jonathan couldn't help himself "YEAH THAT'S THE WAY VANOSS!" He waved and smiled like the proud (husband) friend he was. Now if he was correct it was captain- he means Steve's turn.

Steve couldn't feel his feet. He felt like he was frozen in the ice again and he didn't know what to do. If he failed it would be on tony's shoulders and tony had way too much already on his shoulders. Steve could NOT fuck this up. He couldn't even remember his motto from dr. Esrkinstine. Wh-what was it?? "not a good man but a good soldier" no no that wasn't right. Steve felt himself hypervenilate. As his vision began to blur he let out a sigh. He made his way onto the ice and waited for his song to begin. He closed his eyes and thought of his past as his chosen music began to start.

Viktor felt his ocean blue eyes widen as he watched the soldier dance with grace and finesse. He was magestic and full of absolute angst. Vicktor felt his eyes tear up as he began to see the story the captain was portraying with his quadruple flips and passionate hand movements. A god who had to give up everything to be a god only to realize how much pressure it was to be a god. As the captain bowed in submission to his life Vicktor heard his yuri cheering the soldier on. Vicktor let out a whistle as the captain opened his eyes slowly and shyly made his way off the ice. His face was flushed from all his moves but it was mostly flushed by his embarrassment. He had never felt like just a thin little boy from Brooklyn after the serum until this moment. He felt like himself again and he felt released. Steve then realized this is what it feels like to be free.

Jon wasnt as nervous as the others were because of evan's little power boost. So he walked with confidence and with a manly hug (yeah right.)from Evan, he made his way onto the ice. He got into position. On his knees with his head down. The music starts up as he begins to pull himself up and he stands straight. (ha!) as delirious starts to slide across the ice he begins to think of his story as he does a toe out flip.

Evan has never seen his friend so graceful. But then again they haven't even met face to face before until now. Jon had the face no one would have expected but of course Evan still cared for his best friend no matter what face or voice he truly had. He loved his bestfreind and only wanted the best for him. As Jon kept dancing yuri began to speak out loud of what story the Caucasian was trying to portray. "a poor lost raccoon who has been turned away by every animal in his path until he made a friend with an unlikely bird and he promised to protect that bird with his life." yuri said as viktor began to tear up again, "POOR RACOON!" he cried as Jonathan ended his dance with a sitting spin move and his hands moving from his chest to the air infront of him as if thrusting his heart into someone's hands.

It was viktor's turn and he knew just what to dance to. He cupped his future husband's face and with a smile he said "don't take your eyes off me, dear" Yuri blushed but nodded as Vicktor slid onto the ice and got into his position as well. As promised yuri did not take his eyes off him and he felt his blush go farther and farther down his body as viktor's story was told. "an artist who has been looking for inspiration and has finally found it in a lover." yuri whispered then covered his face to hide his blush but still kept the crook of his fingers open to watch viktor like he promised. Viktor have a quadruple spin as he ended on his knees hand thrusted out as if asking yuri to join him. yuri felt his dark brown eyes shake with emotion as he stared at this man and reminded himself he once again wanted to spend his life with this man. He let out a loud whoop and screamed out his name full of joy. "VICKTOR!!!!" Vicktor rushed to his loved one and gave him a short sweet kiss then a lingering hug. "yuri... You are my insperation" he whispered. They both smiled at eachother lovingly as their two gold bands glistened in the blinding lights of the ice rink.

[cowboyguts-moved]

Ok i’ve GOT to know 14 and 15 because josh...you have a torment hard-on unlike anyone else i have ever seen...why do you always have one OC who’s like a fucking orphan with a peg leg and almost starved to death as an infant or another one who ended up in the hospital and lost all of their money because their small time drug dealer turned out to be working for the colombian cartel and robbed them blind. josh why

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HHSHDJDKXNXJDJZNSJ WHAT'S FUCKIN LIFE WITHOUT PERILOUS DANGER and inborn trauma and tragedy... i do it to purge myself of my own problems and to give me incentive for research and discovering different walks of life than my own ... you almost hit the nail on the head with lewis though which is the answer to

14. The roughest backstory I’ve given an OC

Lewis was made because the head of this cult wanted lewis to be born... kinda like symbolism for jesus's birth. i don't know all the lore for this cult yet but they're a small commune north of a small town in northern California. They have their own isolated community of two hundred people give or take. Lewis' mom was a teenage runaway and lewis' dad was a simple farm hand in a cruel family who treated him poorly because of mental disability and they had to have lewis because it was ordered of them and there was sorta no way out of it...they had a boy and for some reason the birth of this kid didnt feel right and he didnt feel like... divine enough to be used for ritual practice and the ultimate mission of these cults leaders... which would inevitably be a sacrifice of the boy. haha (: and so theyre like ...try again. so now Lewis was born with a fraternal sister but they only cared about Lewis...his real name is Aloysius for petes sake, he's named after a saint. Lewis isnt particularly singled out as he grows up like he doesn't know he's being especially watched because of some bullshit prophecy that was most definitely made up and no theres no angelic godly energy running through him everyone is just a bunch of freaks. Lewis grows up not knowing his siblings are his biologically because the commune is about group-raising. everyone is a sibling every adult is a parent. he doesn't know his mom is His mom but she watches him extra close and lewis gets an idea that this one women may be his Mom mom even though he doesnt have a strong concept of what that even means. Lewis is abused and neglected like other kids, him more severely by a man called Father Gabriel..we despise him ha ha. he's the most vile evil character i will ever make. Lewis's life is fine, not fine... because he's being raised in a cult... but fine in his eyes because he gets schooling in the small community school, he gets recreation activities..this is where he learns to paint, he does labor a lot but he does love when he gets to garden and pet the animals in their barn, he sings in the church choir. the hardest part about it are his visits with Father Gabriel that occur whenever father wants them to at whatever time of day and the neglect from the Brothers of the church as well. this starts when he's about 7 or 8

he's treated especially poorly and corporal punishment and solitary confinement and withholding of basic needs is a big thing. etc etc. this is a religious cult obviously so that sort of biblical fear is instilled in him. uhhh then for whatever reason i have to iron out the kids are allowed to go to private schools close by, probably as not to seem like a closed off and suspicious cult that draws attention. lewis meets chris at his school (: hehe. lewis still has to go back to the commune every weekend though and thats especially hell because things get worse when he's in middle school. uhh when high school comes around hes actually plucked out of the school system and is going back to living full time in the commune and being homeschooled except he and 5 children are selected to go on a Retreat with father gabriel and two of the Brothers..the retreat is actually just living in an abandoned home in the middle of Nebraska and its one big sacrificial ritual thats lasts a year and the kids are of course neglected, made to do odd rituals, are humiliated. uhh basically its Horror Movie stuff... i wanted it to feel like a horror movie that lewis is trying to escape from. theres no light in the house. they only use candles and daylight. theres limited food. hardly any outside time. the ultimate goal is that they'll eventually get very malnourished and then theyll be sacrificed... a little girl doesnt make it. Lewis is upset because he learned to love her as a sister. he can feel himself getting closer to death.... he has deep lacerations on his leg from abuse and theyre not getting treated and his tissue is dying and his leg is getting gangrene. he escapes one night through the corn field and he tells a man he sees in town to call the police and then flees. he realizes his leg is dying! he by chance meets a doctor! lewis has no money for amputation so he offers something Else and this disgusting doctor accepts!!! lewis is sent off with a bad wooden prosthetic and not enough healing time in bed and no physical therapy and his own supply of pain meds that will soon run out! lewis prostitutes for money and pain meds in mystic overhang!! he gets with very repulsive men that mistreat him! when lewis is touched he gets very pliable and limp as a coping mechanism! he stops the meds and withdrawals! thank you

15. The least painful backstory I’ve given an OC

My least painful backstory HHHSHDHSHS IS TANNER. jesus tanner grew up with a very...here or there father. he's not great at all. he's not the worst. but being around him feels kinda empty and they don't talk about much besides tanner in hockey and other common interests like that. his parents are divorced, he feels lost with his passions and where he's going in life. it all feels a bit aimless and he feels like he's on the Precipice of something bad or losing something he holds dear. like friends and memories and his girlfriend amiyah. his brother is really mean like pretty much abusive..he's 14 and he's narcissist asshole with a fucked up head and he makes his life hell and he's honestly a little frightening. sometimes his mom is unaware of the important things going on in tanners life and she's a bit harebrained and unfairly self absorbed but she is a good lady and he loves her. also we arent sure yet if this is canon material but he gets amiyah pregnant and she miscarries 3 months in SO...yeah there u have it.

[71tenseventeen]

Say Goodnight and Stay Together

Rated E. @sidgenophotochallenge 

 Warnings: Extremely vague reference to possible past bullying.

A little boy looks anxiously at his stuffed penguin sitting in the bin next to his little backpack. His hazel eyes are wide and worried behind his glasses when he looks up at Sid.

“Why can’t I just hold him?” he asks.

“Remember bud? We talked about how they need to give our stuff an xray to make sure it’s safe.”  

“What if something happens to it?” He’s squeezing Sid’s hand tighter now and Sid squats down to see him better.

“I promise, Iceburgh is going to be fine when he comes out on the other side. They’ll make sure nothing happens to him and in a couple of minutes, you can have him back.”

The little boy glances at the bin again and nods. “Okay.”

Thirty minutes later the boy is still clutching the penguin as he sits sideways in the chair looking out at the ramp and runways.

Sid leans down and looks out the window with him, “Cole, look. There’s a plane about to land. See?”  He points and the little boy watches as the plane touches down.

“Is it scary?”

Sid looks down at him. “Is what scary? The plane?”

Cole nods.

“Well, I don’t think it’s scary but I’ve been on airplanes a lot of times. It’s a little like being in a car but with a lot of other people and it goes a lot faster. This is your first time and it’s okay if you feel scared. I’ll be with you the whole time, okay?”

“Grandma said where we’re going it’s really hot. What if it’s too hot for Iceburgh.”

Sid grins and smooths Cole’s dark curls back. “Well, I happen to know that your Iceburgh is very, very special. He’s not too much like a regular penguin. When I found him for you, it was in the middle of summer in Pittsburgh and it was really hot. So he’s a special penguin that can live in hot and cold. Pretty cool, huh?”

Cole eyes him skeptically.

“Besides, we’ll have air conditioning if he gets too hot.”

That finally makes Cole smile. “And a pool for us?”

“Yup. A pool for us.”

“Will the people be nice?”

Sid aches at the hope he sees in Cole’s eyes and squeezes his hand. “We’ll make sure to find nice people, okay?” Because he can’t promise his little boy that everyone will be nice. Cole is only six and he already knows that all too well. “I bet there will be so many nice people. Kids and grown ups. It’s going to be so great, buddy. You’ll see. It’s like we’re going on a great adventure.”

“Like in Magic School Bus?”

Sid nods. “Yeah, sort of like that! Except with me and you instead of Miss Frizzle.”

Cole grins up at Sid. “Okay Dad.”

--

“Bonjour! You must be the Crosbys!”  A lanky man with a friendly face and a wide smile extends his arm to shake Sid’s hand. “Marc-Andre’ Fleury. We’ve been expecting you.” He looks down at Sid’s side where Cole is clinging to his hand. “Ah, this must be Nicholas.”

Sid shakes the man’s hand and says, “Nice to meet you Marc. Cole is a little shy. He’ll warm up.”

“Ah, no problem. You can call me Flower.”

Cole looks up at Sid, confused and Sid asks the question for him. “Flower?”

“Nickname. Acquired it playing hockey growing up and it just kind of stuck. It’s what everyone calls me now.”

Sid grins. “I get it. They used to call me Sid the kid.”

Flower’s grin is friendly and comforting. “So you’re technically scheduled to meet my wife Vero first but her last meeting is running a little long. She’s our Conservation Outreach Coordinator. “I’ll show you where your office is while we wait.”

The man—Flower—leads them through the main building, pointing out various spaces and offices before leading them to Sid’s office which is attached to a pretty big lab and he can see another office across from his. “That’s Geno’s office but he’s not in there much. He’s out in the field as much as he can be but I suppose you will be, too. You’ll be working closely with him so it makes sense that the two of you share this space. The main greenhouse is out that way,” Flower motions with his thumb towards an exit. “G will show you all of that. Vero will make sure you have everything else you need.”  

Sid nods, smile slowly blooming as he glances down at Cole. “What do you think, bud?”

Cole shrugs which, yeah, Sid can see how this isn’t the most interesting part of his day. It’s certainly not why he brought him. Sid chuckles. “It’s okay, we’ll see more interesting things soon.”

They make their way back to the main office just as Vero’s door finally swings open and Sid hears an exasperated, “Geno! She pooped on my desk.”

Cole’s eyes go wide and Sid looks at Flower for answers when a tall man with dark hair saunters out holding what appears to be a tiny baby duck in his hands. It’s peeping away as the man grins over his shoulder at her. “Not her fault, Vero. She have big lunch.” He looks over then and stops when he sees them. “Oh, hello.”

Flower steps forward. “Hey, G. Harassing my wife again?”

Geno tips his chin up. “I do no such thing. Becky just eat a little too much lunch.”

They both laugh, then, and bump fists before Flower motions to Sid. “G, this is Sid. He’s the new Marine Botanist. Sid, this is Geno, our lead Marine Biologist and Wildlife rehabilitator. He also does a lot of outreach, particularly with local schools, which is why he was taking up Vero’s time.”

Geno rolls his eyes at Flower before extending a hand to Sid with a charming smile. “Nice to meet. And who this?” He glances down at Cole who is peering out from behind Sid’s leg.

Sid can never stop himself from smiling when he introduces his boy. “This is my son, Cole.”

Geno’s eyes twinkle. “Hi Cole! Nice to meet.  You new worker here too?”

Cole giggles and ducks his head.

Geno crouches down a couple of feet from Cole and extends his hands, carefully wrapped around the duckling. “I just kidding. This my friend Becky. She was having some trouble in the pond she live in so she come to live with me for few weeks. You like to pet her?”

Sid figures that, at most, Cole will shake his head. So he’s surprised when Cole steps out tentatively and looks up at Sid. “Go ahead, buddy,” Sid says with a smile. “Just be very gentle.” And then Sid watches in amazement as Cole steps right next to Geno and smiles as he gently rubs a finger over the duckling’s head. Geno starts talking quietly, telling Cole little tidbits about ducks and, specifically, Becky.

Flower shakes his head and grins at Sid. “I haven’t seen one yet who hasn’t been totally charmed by Geno.”

“Ducks or kids?”

“Both.”

Vero steps forward with a fond glance at Flower before meeting Sid’s eyes. “You must be Sid. I’m Vero, nice to meet you!”

Sid spends a few minutes chatting with Vero while keeping a close eye on Cole who is listening with rapt attention to Geno who is now sitting on the floor helping Cole gently hold the duckling. Something unexpected bubbles up inside of Sid as he watches them and he has to give himself a mental shake. That’s not what he’s here for.

When Geno is finally on his feet again, Becky tucked safely against his big body Sid notes (It’s just an observation, he tells himself) he grins widely at Sid. “Going to show you and Cole around today. I usually give tour when most elementary schools come.” He turns to Cole next. “What you think, Cole? Want see more animals?”

Cole gives an enthusiastic, “yeah!” and Geno leads them off on their tour.

--

Later, as Sid tucks Cole in he’s still trying to push thoughts of his charming and passionate new co-worker from his head. Which is unfortunate because Cole can’t stop talking about him and Sid finally has to gently shush him with a grin. “Okay bud, I’m glad you had a good day but it’s time to settle down if you want stories.”

Cole always likes to have bedtime stories so that tactic works in that it gets him to settle down. It doesn’t do anything to clear Sid’s thoughts.

--

There are still a couple of weeks until Sid’s official first day of work and Cole’s first day of Kindergarten. Sid tries to take advantage of the time, settling them into their new little rental home and spending as much time with Cole as he can. Everything, including the climate, is brand new and they spend a lot of time just exploring their new environment.

Even though he hasn’t started work yet Flower has already invited them to a beach day with his family and a couple of other families they work with. Sid is grateful when Cole seems to warm up to the other kids. Geno is there too and Sid is a little surprised to find that, after a few minutes, Cole is as fascinated with him as he’d been the first time they met.

Sid waits until Cole is busy with the kids to sidle up next to Geno and Flower. “I just wanted to thank you guys for being so great to Cole. He’s really shy, you know?”

“He’s great, Sid,” Flower says with a smile. “Really sweet kid. Of course we’re going to be good to him.”

“It means a lot. All of you have been great.”

Geno gives him a kind, thoughtful look and Sid can feel his cheeks heat up under the scrutiny. “We like family at preserve. You one of us now, we take care.”

“Well...thanks.” He can’t help but smile.

Later, when things are winding down and Sid is helping Cole gather his things, Geno joins them and picks up a few toys before turning to Sid. “Going to take boat out tomorrow afternoon, was wondering if you two like to come with? Usually see a few fish, maybe manatee and even whale sometimes.”

Cole perks up “We saw a manatee at the zoo!” He looks up at Sid questioningly and Sid only has to consider it for a moment.

“What do you think, bud? Want to go out on a boat and try to see some more?”

Cole beams and nods vigorously. “Yeah!”

Sid turns to Geno with a laugh and finds Geno grinning at him. “I guess that’s a yes.”

--

Geno meets them at the marina and leads them to his boat, pointing out the Russian lettering to Cole who looks confused. “Is name of boat, means Russian Bear,” he says with a grin. “Is me!”

Cole crinkles up his nose under his glasses. “I thought your name is Geno.”

Sid tries and failed not to chuckle. “Come on, let’s get your life jacket on. I’ll explain on the boat.”

Cole sticks very close, clutching at Sid’s arm as they ease out of the marina. Sid sees Geno cast a glance at Cole every so often, knows he’s keeping their speed careful for Cole and he appreciates Geno’s thoughtfulness. It’s not long before Cole starts to relax a little and by the time the boat slows to a stop he’s eagerly pointing out things along the coastline in the distance.

It’s impressive and Sidney finds himself filled with gratitude for Geno giving Cole this experience. It’s so hard to watch Cole struggle with his shyness, his caution when dealing with new situations and people. Making this move was a big deal and Sid worries all the time that it was the wrong decision. Seeing Cole like this though, full of happy, carefree energy renews Sid’s hope that moving here was the right thing to do.

He tries to stay focused on Cole, on the experiences they’re having but it’s impossible not to notice how Geno’s face lights up every time he shows Cole something new, how he grins at Sid excitedly when he sees a crane on the coastline, how much thought he’s put into this outing. Sid decides not to overthink this. It’s a good day.

Sidney loves Cole’s enthusiasm but it’s nothing to his excitement when Geno points out a couple of manatees. Sid doesn’t think it can get any better than this.

That’s when Geno stands and points out over the horizon and says in a hushed tone, eyes wide, “Cole, look. You see that movement over there?”

Cole shakes his head. “Where?”

“Okay I lift you up?” He waits for Cole’s affirmation but glances at Sid, too, as though for permission and SId gives a nod.

He lifts Cole and points again, talking quietly and Sid leans closer and spots them just as Cole goes wide-eyed and shrieks “whales!”

Geno is beaming when he looks over at Sid. “Sid you see?” he says, excitedly.

Sid nods, grinning back at Geno. “They’re amazing!” They share a look, smiling softly at each other for a moment before Cole’s delighted chattering draws their attention back to him.

--

Sid’s excited for his first day on the job. He’s less enthusiastic about Cole’s first day of Kindergarten. He knows Cole is ready and that this is an exciting milestone but that doesn’t make it any easier. He’s a mess but he can’t let Cole know that or they’ll both fall apart so he plasters on a calm expression and tells himself over and over that they can handle this. He hopes it’s true as he says goodbye to a teary-eyed Cole, his teacher shooting Sid a sympathetic look before crouching down next to Cole. Sid is grateful for it, doesn’t know if he could bring himself to leave if she wasn’t right there with Cole working hard to help him feel comfortable. He gives another wave to Cole and then retreats to his car where it’s a good ten minutes before he’s up to driving. He hopes his eyes aren’t still red by the time he gets to work.

When he walks into his office for the first time there’s a basket on the desk filled with baked goods and a stuffed whale. He plucks the small card out of it and reads:

Welcome to team!

Hope for good first day for you and Cole. Whale for him, for being brave on first day of school and pastries for you. Excited to work with you!

Geno

Sid glances over at Geno’s office door but it’s closed. He’ll make sure to thank Geno later, he thinks, as he plucks a banana nut muffin from the basket with a smile.

--

He doesn’t get the chance until lunchtime. Although he’ll do a fair amount of training alongside Geno, he spends the first morning with Vero going over basics while Geno is out on a minor field emergency with a manatee. Sid doesn’t see him until he steps into the staff cafeteria for lunch. He spots Geno almost immediately, waving a long arm at him from a table with Flower and a couple of other people he met through the course of the morning.

Sid gratefully drops into the chair that Geno pulls out next to him and greets everyone as he unpacks his lunch bag.

Conversation flows easily between everyone at the table and though Sid is mostly quiet, they all make sure to include him. When there’s a lull, Sid turns to Geno and says quietly, “Thanks for the basket. You didn’t have to do that.”

Geno opens his mouth to reply but before he can Flower butts in. “Basket? What basket?”

Geno rolls his eyes. “To welcome on first day at work, nosy.”

The blonde man sitting next to Flower who introduced himself as “Patric but everyone just calls me Horny” looks affronted. “I didn’t get a basket when I started.”

Geno glares. “You start three years ago and not even work in same department then.” Sid can’t tell if he’s imagining the faint pink on Geno’s cheeks.

Flower’s face lights up in a way that Sid doesn’t really understand and he says, “You could have gotten him a basket when he moved over to our department.”

“Why you not get him basket then?” Geno juts his chin up and narrows his eyes.

“That’s not the question, mon amie.”

Geno stabs his fork into a chunk of watermelon and points it at Flower. “You trouble,” he says with a glare and stuffs the fruit into his mouth. “Besides,” he continues with a mouthful, “was also Cole first day of school.”

“It was Estelle and Alex’s first day, too!” Flower exclaims and Kris—a man with meticulously styled hair from PR—nods in agreement.

“First grade! Cole go to Kindergarten. First day ever!”

Flower grins at Sid and says, “He must really like you, Sid,” and Geno glares at him before spearing another chunk of watermelon and grumbling, “Shut up”

Sid’s not sure what’s happening but he’s grateful when Flower turns his attention away from Geno. “Anyhow, how’d it go this morning?”

Sid shrugs. “Not the easiest thing ever but it had to be done, you know?”

Kris and Flower both nod knowingly. “It’s rough. I had a hard time when we dropped Estelle off last year.”

“Hard time?” Geno says, incredulously. “You cry all day!”

Kris chokes on his drink and snorts as he tries not to laugh and Geno looks at him. “You cry all day, too!”

“I did not cry all day! And you shut up, asshole. You teared up too and you know it!”

“Of course I do because I know since baby and am sensitive guy.”

“Oh brother,” Flower rolls his eyes. “That’s rich.”

Sid can’t help but smile as he sits back and listens to their banter. Like a family he thinks again and he really thinks he’s going to like it here.

--

Sid likes his new job. It’s more responsibility than he’s had in the past but he feels good about the work he’s doing and he already likes his co-workers a lot. It feels a little bit like a family which is nice since they’d moved so far away from their own. He’s relieved when Cole comes home after his third day of school and says he made a friend. After that, it’s easier for both of them to settle in.

It feels like a natural progression to start spending time with Flower and Geno and some of his other colleagues outside of work, especially since some of them have kids too.

Geno doesn’t have kids but that doesn’t matter. Sid spends most of his days working alongside Geno and, other than Flower’s family, spends the most offtime with him. It’s just so easy to be around Geno—he’s so friendly and they never run out of things to talk about. The fact that Cole likes him so much is the icing on the cake. This is what Sid wanted—Cole surrounded by good people and Geno is good people.

Before Sid realizes it, almost four months have passed. It’s New Year’s Eve and he and Cole are getting ready to head to the department party at Geno’s.  When he got the invitation he was a little hesitant.  Any New Year’s Eve party he’d been to in the past had been pretty rowdy but Geno was quick to assure him that it was a family affair, that he and the others took turns hosting every year and everything would be appropriate for the kids. So Sid’s excited and Cole is too.

Just before they head out the door, Cole stops to grab his stuffed penguin and whale. Geno had been delighted that Cole had taken to carrying the whale around just as much as his stuffed penguin. Both stuffies are well loved.

Flower’s car is already in the drive when Sid pulls in. He’s been there before but he still gets a warm feeling every time he shows up. Sid loves Geno’s house, loves all the work Geno has obviously put into making it a home, the kind of space that feels familiar and comfortable even if you’ve never been there before. Geno has made no secret of the fact that he wants to have a family of his own someday and it shows in every detail of his home and life.

As promised there are plenty of kid friendly treats and activities. Sid lets himself get lost in a game of shinny with the kids and is thrilled when Geno joins in. The kids eventually get bored but Sid and Geno keep at it until Flower finally pokes Geno with a spare blocker and threatens to revolt if he doesn’t eat soon.

Sid’s having a great time. He knows he’s gravitating towards Geno a lot but he doesn’t realize just how much until he finds himself alone with Flower who is grinning at him like a cheshire cat.

“What?! Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just wondering when you two are finally going to stop dancing around each other and make it official.”

“What are you talking about?” Sid feels his cheeks warming up and struggles to keep his expression neutral.

Flower snorts. “Oh come on. Do you really think no one has noticed?”

Sid casts his eyes around for anything at all to look at other than Flower. “There’s nothing to notice.”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s obvious you two are crazy about each other.”

Sid turns his worried gaze on Flower then and realizes there’s no use denying it at this point. He lowers his voice.  “I shouldn’t… I mean…”

“Why not? What’s the hold up?”

Sid swallows hard. “I don’t even know if he feels like that. About me,” he mutters, cheeks definitely heating up.

“Oh Sid, seriously? He’s so into you! He’s been pining after you since the day he met you!”

“What?” Sid’s eyes are wide. Flower can’t really mean that.

“I’m not even kidding. He talks about you all the time. I keep telling him to get his head out of his ass and just ask you out.”

Sid gapes. “But we work together. Wouldn’t that be unprofessional? Wait… He talks about me?”

Flower smirks. “Nonstop. He’s gone on you Sid. But he didn’t want to come on too strong and he said the same thing about work but honestly, how do you think I met Vero?”

“Really?”

“Of course! We started together. I think I fell in love with her the day I met her. Sometimes it happens, regardless of where you are.”

“But what if…”

Flower puts his hands on Sid’s shoulders and looks him in the eye. “I can’t tell you what to do. All I can say is that you’d have all of our support and if it didn’t work out, I know both of you are mature and professional enough not to let it affect your work.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask, mon amie,” he says with a grin.

Sid sighs. “I should probably go check on Cole.”

Flower motions over Sid’s shoulder. “Looks like G already found him.”

Sid’s breath catches in his throat when he turns and sees Geno holding a sleeping Cole in his arms, head flopped heavily on Geno’s shoulder.

--

Geno lays Cole in the big bed in what Sid is slowly realizing is Geno’s room. “G…” he tries to protest but Geno just says, “shhh” and bustles him out of the room, quietly pulling the door closed behind him.

“Sorry Sid,” he says speaking quietly. “I find him and Alex passed out on rec room floor watching TV. Scarlett crying so I bring him here so he don’t wake up.”

“Thank you, G. Really. But… I mean he can take a guest room.”

Geno shrugs. “Is not a big deal, Sid. My room closest. Don’t worry about it.”

Geno turns to go and Sid has a choice to make.

He decides to take a chance.

“Geno wait.”

Geno turns around looking every bit as cheerful and sweet as he always does. “Yeah? What is it, Sid?”

“I…” The words aren’t coming easily but he really doesn’t want to blow this so he gathers all his courage. “Would you like to go out sometime? With me? I mean…” he trails off, heart pounding.

Geno is quiet for a moment, considering and when he speaks, it’s slowly. “You mean like… date?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to. I know we work together and I don’t want to make things weird or awkward and I—” Who knows how long he would have babbled on if Geno hadn’t stopped him then, gently taking his hand.

“Sid,” he breathes out and smiles before he leans closer into Sid’s space. “Would love to go out with you,” he says and then closes the distance between them.

--

Sid wakes up slowly the next morning, the sleep fuzz in his head taking longer than normal to clear. The night before comes back to him in stages—the party, his talk with Flower, Geno tucking Cole into bed and then…

Sid smiles as he remembers the kiss. And then the next one and the stolen kiss at midnight. He remembers Geno insisting that Sid take his bed with Cole and one last kiss before Geno retreated to a guest room.

Sid glances over and is a little alarmed to find Cole’s spot empty. He sits up and pushes a hand through his hair before setting out to find Cole.

He finds him in the kitchen, sitting across from Geno chattering away at each other as they eat french toast.  Geno glances up, meets Sid’s eyes and holds his gaze for a moment with a soft smile before he says softly, “morning,” and motions to the chair next to Cole. This time Sid doesn’t hesitate before sliding into the chair and smiling back at Geno. “Morning G.”

Epilogue

“Cole, breakfast!” Sid calls down the hall before popping back into the kitchen and sliding eggs from the pan onto the three plates waiting on the counter.

“K Dad, coming!” is the response he gets back and Sid smiles as he hears the heavy footsteps running down the hall.

“Hey kiddo, good morning,” he says as Cole is already carrying his plate to the table.

“Morning Dad,” he says around a mouthful of toast.

Sid sets the other two plates on the table just as Geno comes in with Maya cradled to his chest, fingers stroking absently across the thin layer of soft, black hair on her head. Sid smiles and reaches his arms out as Geno passes their baby daughter over to him. “You sure, Sid?” He says with a smile. “Can hold while you eat.”

“Nah,” he smiles back at Geno before leaning in for a kiss. “I got her. You eat. Today’s your first day back.”

“Going to miss being home with you guys so much. Been a good paternity leave.”

Sid gazes lovingly down at his daughter. “Yeah it has.”

Geno turns his attention to Cole. “You ready for big first day of third grade?”

“Yup! I hope I get to sit by Amir!”

Sid smiles. Cole’s happiness here will always be something he’s grateful for. Geno smiles, too, and nods. “Yes. Is most important to sit by best friend. Get in lots of trouble for talking.”

Cole giggles. “I won’t!”

“We see.”

In Sid’s arms Maya yawns with a soft squeak and stretches her arms and legs before curling back in towards Sid’s chest. He stares at her in awe, like he’s done so many times since they brought her home eight weeks ago. He only looks up when Geno reaches over and squeezes his hand.

Sid looks at Geno the same way he looks at his daughter because no matter how many times he wakes up in this reality, to him it will always be a dream come true.

[dreamofawonderfullife]

Virtue and Moir's post-Olympic party still going strong

Eight years ago, Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir's first Olympic gold medal was celebrated with a parade through Ilderton.

This time, the ice dance stars are flipping the script.

“It’s our turn to say thank you to everyone,” Virtue said this week from Halifax, where the cross-Canada Stars on Ice tour launches Friday.

The skaters are going to throw a bash for fans. The early target is the August long weekend in Ilderton, by the arena, right near the Moir clan’s backyard.

“Alma and Joe’s house, it’s a pretty good green room for a party,” Scott said, referring to his parents’ place. “I want to get some good people in there, some bands, and we want to give back and raise some money for charity. We’ve been so blessed. The London and Ilderton community has always given us such great support.”

They have been in demand these past two months since their PyeongChang return. Their winning appeal — and the fascination over their relationship status — landed them on Ellen’s talk show, giving the Canadians some well-earned publicity in the massive, yet hard-to-crack, American market.

“It was a lot of fun. There was so much energy, and we can always frame that in the context of what it means to the sport,” the 29-year-old Virtue said. “It’s good for ice dance and figure skating any time we have the chance to broaden that audience. We’re thrilled to do that. By no means was that ever a goal of ours. We just wanted to win the Olympics. The added benefits of whatever happened afterward, that’s just icing on the cake.”

Lately, the questions naturally have turned toward their future. What’s next?

Virtue is becoming a budding businessperson. She is the face of Nivea’s skin care line in Canada and has a keen eye for endorsement opportunities. When she’s not taking over TV networks for a day, she’s on the cover of another magazine.

She works hard to build strong relationships with companies and media partners.

Moir, who comes from a highly-regarded family of figure skating coaches, is helping out at the Ilderton club. It wouldn’t be surprising to see him eventually reach Brian Orser-like status, overseeing some of the best skaters in the world.

“I think the neat thing about our partnership is we’re so connected in what we do and the majority of our career has been intertwined,” Virtue said. “That’s been so incredibly special and we’ve talked at length about what that means to us. We’re also such different people pursuing such different things off the ice and it’s been nice to dive into various business opportunities while watching Scott passionately delve into the sport and setting up a competitive school. I’m so proud of him, much the same way I get support from him.”

“We still have that touchstone together always with skating. That will and always be the No. 1 priority.”

The tour — which arrives in London Sunday, May 6 — is booming. Ticket sale are “pretty insane”, according to Moir, and they’re preparing to perform in front of packed houses.

The skater, who famously skipped mandatory practice for the Olympic closing gala, couldn’t wait to start working on their show programs (which include Michael Jackson’s You Rock My World and, of course, the full four-minute Moulin Rouge free dance that clinched gold in South Korea).

“I was excited to come on tour. I never felt that way my whole career, and I love to skate,” the 30-year-old  Moir said. “It usually kicks in a couple of days later, once you get rolling, but something stirred with us. It’s the cast we have here. There’s a great energy, and we’re seeing the impact of what the Canadian team accomplished in February. Back home, the numbers at the club are good. We have six dance teams and I’m proud to say we have eight boys skating at Ilderton.”

“I want to help them. I miss home when I’m gone. I miss being a contributing member of my family. That’s important to me. I do have a ton of projects, but I want to be involved in the lives of my nieces and nephews. I need to get back to that a little bit.”

He plans to visit schools, inspire young people and become a mentor, on and off the ice.

“I’ll focus on that the next couple of years, while I can, before people forget my name,” he said. “We’ve been lucky to be successful and have a bit of a platform. I think it’s my job and our duty to make sure we’re good role models, talk to kids and help them shape their lives through sport and extracurricular activities.”

“To me, that’s what being Canadian is all about.”

It’s not about the Internet meme that followed Moir since Games end of him standing up at the women’s gold medal hockey game, beer in hand and complaining to the referees.

“If there’s one athlete that doesn’t want that viral attention, it’s Scott,” Virtue said with a laugh.

Moir remembered talking to Olympic skeleton champ Jon Montgomery, still famous for chugging from a pitcher of beer on the streets of Whistler after his victory in 2010.

“He couldn’t shake that,” Moir said. “His corporate relationships, they just saw him as a beer-drinking party animal when that’s not really Jon at all. He’s a great athlete and person. I like to have a beer, but I also have to be mindful of what 13-year-olds see when they watch the Olympics. I want them to see sport moments. I try to stay away from that other stuff and I have Molson Canadian sending me fridges.”

“I don’t need to be on TV reacting to every single event. After that game, I did kind of shut it down. At the curling game, I was sitting between my parents being very well-behaved.”

Virtue and Moir were an important part of Canada’s Olympic viewing experience. It felt like they were on TV continuously, from the CBC documentary and commercials they did as lead-in, to carrying the flag at the opening ceremonies, through their performances and right until the end.

“Starting the Games by carrying the flag, that was an Olympic moment by itself right on par with competing,” Virtue said. “And then you go right through to the exhibition gala on the closing day.”

“We got a lot of Olympic time, which is awesome.”

They don’t get enough credit for their leadership in bringing together the Canadian figure skating team to deliver that first team gold — the one that made Patrick Chan an Olympic champ.

“I didn’t necessarily take that lead in Sochi (2014) and I regretted it,” Moir said. “After that Olympics, I talked with Meagan (Duhamel) and Eric (Radford, the pairs skaters who retired from competition Wednesday) and they were in the same boat. We felt we weren’t aggressive enough in our approach to the team event.”

“This time, we were. We talked about it a lot, sent emails. I’m pretty outspoken and maybe the guy branded as the captain because of it, but it was a complete team effort. Meagan drove the gold-or-nothing train. Because of Stars on Ice, we’ve travelled and lived together, grew up together and that was a special team feeling no other country had.”

“We relied on building each other up instead of cutting each other down, and we never let up.”

It turned into an old-fashioned blowout. By the time Virtue and Moir got on the bus to go perform their free dance, they found out the Canadians already had clinched gold.

“That was a different feeling,” Moir said. “Here you are, nervous and getting ready, and you look at your phone and find out you’re Olympic champion.”

But there was still extra motivation.

“For me, with all the Russian doping allegations, I wanted to crush them,” Moir said. “I didn’t want the Russian team to be able to say, ‘Well, oh, one of our pairs teams wasn’t here, so we lost (a nail-biter)’. We wanted to say back to them, ‘Yeah, are they going to skate seven times, because we beat you by eight points.’

“That whole event reminded us of how great Canada is. We do sport for the right reason. That win-at-all-cost mentality really brings us down. It was a tough year for amateur sport that way and we needed that at those Games.”

“I’m very passionate about that because that’s something we have to protect, clean sport.”

When controversy overtakes the Games, it ruins the stories the athletes want to tell. Virtue and Moir were able to make theirs shine through on their biggest stage.

“Tessa was really mindful of that,” Moir said. “She had that vision. It didn’t feel forced. Maybe when you’re younger, you’re playing the Olympian card, trying to prove yourself and it feels like you have four minutes on the ice to prove it.”

“We didn’t feel like we had to do that this time. We just knew that here it is, this is Tessa and Scott, we love what we do, we love each other and it’s a really authentic story.”

“People grabbed onto it and that has been fun for us.”

The partnership — and party planning — rolls on.

RYAN PYETTE

[the-mf-bread-babies]

29/5/20

– REBUILD III –

= RUNAWAY RENEGADES =

· COLLECTION I ·

“backstories”

– VOLUME ONE–

“Dennis, Aaron, Damon, Sawblade”

· PART TWO ·

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“Hm? Yeah. Look at Twitter, dude, it's trending,” Damon replied casually as the two quickly pulled out their phones. “What? It's not– oh, it changed,” Aaron stated, “It was normal, then it refreshed, and now I have over twenty notifications and DMs. Sorry, Denny,” Dennis narrowed his eyes at his husband. “I literally gave you that raccoon video last night. I know you didn't look at it,” he pointed out, petty. “How was I supposed to kn–” he argued, before Damon cut it off.

“So are you guys having the apocalypse Twitter now or what?” he asked, interrupted their quarrel. “Oh, I never update mine so I can still have the square icons and stuff,” “I'm just getting normal stuff right now; cat videos, ads, recipe videos, the occasional out of context fandom drama and discourse. The usual,” Dennis confessed. “Like, ever? Never updated it? You don't have lights out mode?” Damon asked, trying to understand this man's level of dedication for square icons. “Yup. Minecraft's square, which is nice,” he replied, smiling honestly. “Okay…” Damon processed.

“Oh, like, she really stabbed him. Like, with a knife. Like, to death,” Aaron said, bringing them back to the current conversation about apocalypse Twitter. “Hm? Oh, yeah, that. The dude, like, died, and stuff; F,” Damon said respectfully. “Chrissy Teigen bought rights to a nuke…” Aaron added. “And Hatsune Miku is leading a protest. Good for her,” He scrolled through his timeline. Dennis made a sad face. “Why's my feed so boring…” “I'm getting hockey spoilers. HOCKEY,”

“Maybe if you had circle icons…” Damon suggested quietly. “SQUARE ICONS ARE GOOD, DUDE, AND I–” Dennis's passionate and tenacious yelling was suddenly interrupted by an inhuman growl. “Oh, stupid cannibal rats. This isn't New York, goddamn it,” Aaron grumbled as he grabbed a broom and walked angrily towards the noise. “This is why stray cats are important, you dumbass mayor,” “Just friggin’, spay and neuter ‘em if you hate them so much, clip their ears and shit…”

“So, about Borderlands. Which one’re you playing?” Dennis said as they both waited for Aaron to investigate. “TWO!! I'M PLAYING BORDERLANDS 2, ON MY THIRD ULTIMATE VAULT HUNTER MODE PLAYTHROUGH, AND ALSO THE PRE-SEQUEL, AND I'M PLANNING TO BUY BORDERLANDS 3 WHEN THERE'S A GOOD SALE LATER!!!! I LOVE BORDERLANDS!!!” Damon explained excitedly.

“I wanted to buy the legendary collection on my Switch, but I… panicked and bought Animal Crossing instead. I have Raymond on my island, by the way,” Dennis said sadly. “I built a cage around his house the other day,” Damon stared sadly at this man, understanding his complicated dilemma. “That's very nice,” he said, “how does your island look like?” Damon leaned against the wall, holding Sawblade, who was now sleeping. “Bad,” the man replied, looking down in shame.

Aaron, on the other hand, was whacking the living hell out of the ground, determined to find the creature. “Wait, I probably shouldn't scare it off or something,” He realized, calmly holding the broom. “C'mere, lil guy,” he repeated as he whistled. Another odd growl echoed in the alleyway, sounding much closer than the previous one. “Hm,” Aaron thought as he stopped walking for a bit, unsure whether to call the two over or to keep going alone. “DENNIS! DAMON!” he yelled, extremely scared of whatever monster was luring him over. “Yeah, I have Graham, he's just ok–” Dennis conversed. “Aaron?! Did you find it?” He shouted.

* CHAPTER TWO *

The Mystery

“COME OVER HERE!!” Aaron yelled back. “What about Sawblade?” Damon worriedly asked. “SAW– Uh, just– just put her in the back, there's some food, water, litter boxes, toys, treats, ghosts, cable,” Dennis listed down as he carefully took her from the boy and carried her to the back room. “Well, basically, it's for cats,” He said as he closed the door. “Alright, let's go,”

As Aaron was waiting patiently for the two to follow, he took out his phone and browsed through a shopping app. Unsurprisingly, this had also changed. The feed was filled with knives, jackets, concrete powder, more knives, advertisements for people looking for commissions, and… snacks. “Oh, apocalypse stuff, huh?” he mumbled as he eyed the “Food” tab, tapping it, eager to know what apocalypse snacks are like. Hopefully not like, chips made out of gasoline or something.

Wow.

WOW .

“Tubby custard, Cookie Monster cookies, Why Does Anime Food Look So Tasty, Hottie's Microwaved Chicken, Salad Fingers’ Salad Fingers, ACTUAL rice fried by chickens, Lembas bread, and–”

“Zeruel meat, $20”

Aaron hastily pressed the “Add to Cart” button, uncaring if it's a scam or not. He continued browsing all the snacks sold in this new world, forgetting what he was doing before until Dennis and Damon came running into the alley. “YOU OKAY?!” Dennis yelled, the surprise of it giving his husband a flinch. “Yeah, honey, do you want to drink the blue milk from Star Wars?” Aaron said calmly. “Is Aunt Beru there?” Dennis asked, casually placing his head on his husband's shoulder to look at the phone screen, his arms wrapped around his neck, but like, in a loving and non-strangling way, you know how, placing a kiss onto his cheek.

“Hey guys, I have bread at my house. It expires tomorrow, so I'd recommend eating it if you want :)” Damon suggested. However, his voice was too quiet for them to hear it and they continued doing gross couple stuff like holding hands and premarital eye contact. Ew. “Now about that cannibal rat…” Dennis retracted his arms from around Aaron's neck, his hand still lightly wrapped around the other’s shoulder. He placed himself in front of the shorter man, close enough for Aaron to smell his stinky-ass breath that reeked of ranch dressing. Dennis smiled softly, waiting for an answer. “cannibal what now” Damon asked to himself.

“That can wait,” Aaron replied, his arms slowly wrapping around Dennis. “I dunno, guys, what if you're kissing and stuff, and then we all die or something,” Damon interrupted the couple's flirting. “When the hell did you– Uh, yeah, okay, let's, um, take care of that first,” Aaron said, only now noticing the boy's presence. “Hell yeah! Let's kill some rats!” Dennis yelled exuberantly. “Capture, Denny, don't kill anything,” Aaron corrected. “That's literally the first thing I taught you about the pet shop thing, honey,” Dennis looked down in shame and disappointment.

The trio went further into the alleyway, staying close to each other in case anything happened. “Wouldn't it be funny as hell if, like, it turned out to be a fridge or something?” Damon asked. “And the fridge was full of killer snails,” Dennis added sarcastically. “Killer snails are scary, you guys don't understand,” Aaron said angrily, “Just imagine sitting at the beach and some bitch-ass cone snail runs straight at you and you die right there on the spot. That's scary as hell,” he explained. “Run. A snail. That would take five months,” Dennis questioned his co-worker, “Babe, for a vet, you have really weird and specific and unrealistic fears,”

“It's because–” Aaron argued back, his sentence cut off with another growl, this time coming from the wall on his left. “A fridge, guys, a fridge,” Damon assured. “Nah, it's a zombie bear,” Dennis said, smirking. Aaron looked around for a door, or a window, so he could investigate. “Aliens, guys, aliens,” he mumbled, finding a foggy window. “Aha!” Aaron yelled as he turned on the flashlight on his phone. “So, Damon says it's a fridge, Denny says it's killer snails and zombie bears, and I said it's an alien, right?” Aaron said smugly, knowing his vague theory is way more likely than their guesses.

He directed the light through the window, its light revealing the inside of the building. It was dusty and empty, probably built as a store room. Or a weird cult place. “Well, that's that,” Dennis said, disappointed in the truth. “Cobwebs, huh? We're all wrong, then,” Damon said sadly. “ALIEN cobwebs!! I'm right, suckers!” Aaron yelled enthusiastically.

“You sure about that? Could be normal ones. Only way to find out is to go in… ;)” Dennis said, taunting the others. “Really? We wanna know that? They're clearly aliens. Not fridges…” Damon asked, looking down. “Suuuure, man. But y’know, it could be zombie bear fridges in those cobwebs… We could be right, and Aaron's wrong…” Dennis suggested. “So, honey, if you wanna make sure you're right…” Aaron scrunched up his face in offence. “I am. Do zombie bear fridges not sound alien to you.”

“Yeah, but… Florida probably has that, yeah?” Dennis said, angering Aaron more. “You think I'm gonna rush in there to prove that I'm right? You think I'm that dumb. Den, babe, I won't go in there,” Aaron asserted. While the two was arguing, Damon, bored, just walked around them in circles. As he was dragging his feet blindly, he accidentally stepped on something hidden under dried leaves, sinking it down. “SECRET DOOR!” he yelled out excitedly.

Damon kicked apart the leaves from each other, uncovering the part of the ground. “Who the hell puts a button here?” he questioned. “Oh, what the–” the ground shook, a piece of it falling down, revealing a staircase. It was carved from stone and it looked straight out of a history book. “Uh… should we go back, or?” Dennis said, weirded out by it. “Homestuck says we shouldn't trust stairs, so,” he added. “Karkalicious, definition: Makes Terezi loco,” Damon sung. “She wants to taste something something photo, dyin’ just to know the flavour, I ain't doin’ HER NO FAVOURS, no reason just season fresh and comes and goes like seizures, I'm Karkalicious,” he mumbled. “What the fuck?” Aaron whispered.

The three stood in front of the staircase, unsure what to do. Aaron was gripping a broom, while Dennis and Damon considered making a quick pit stop at the pet shop.

* CHAPTER THREE *

The Pit Stop at the Pet Shop

Dennis had made the decision to go back to get some tools to help them, and Aaron and Damon waited in the alley.

“So, you wanna look at the stuff they're selling here?” Aaron asked, passing the time. “Sure, why not?” Damon agreed as he peeked at his new friend's phone. “Alright, what're we gonna browse? There's video games, food, clothes, weapons…” “VIDEO GAMES!!” he shouted happily. “Okay…” Aaron said as he clicked a tab.

“Doom Crossing: Eternal Horizon Solid III Dawn”

“Borderlands: The Pre-Threequel – Sir Hammerlock's Big Game Apology Video ft. Tiny Tina: The DLC”

“Overwatch 2: Please Buy This Game – $3 Super Duper Legendary Deluxe Origins Edition”

“Gun Shooting War Tanks Rockets Missiles VR Simulator 46”

“Low-Poly Art Game with Hidden Metaphors”

“Gritty Old White Men Who Are Detailed And Angry 3: This Time There's More Pores”

“Not-Subtle-At-All Metaphor for Society and Politics, As Told By A Cishet White Man, Ultra 4K HD”

“Racing But Very High Quality and Immersive and Also Like $80”

“Ah. This is basically the same.” Damon stated sadly. “Wait, what about this?” Aaron pointed to a familiar video game. “Angry Birds Seasons,” it read. They both began to cry out of nostalgia. “Maybe this world isn't so bad after all…” Damon said gratefully as Aaron downloaded the game.

Meanwhile, Dennis struggled to carry an assembled cat cage, a carrier, a bottle of water, a ball, dog toys, flea shampoo, gloves, cat and dog treats, cat and dog food, and a partridge in a pear tree at the same time. Somehow, he did, and he wobbled over to his husband and the kid, his vision completely blinded by everything he carried. “Man… Aaron's gonna be so… impressed when he sees this. I'm so friggin’… strong…” He whispered to himself as he panted.

“Holy shit, it's Angry Birds, dude,” Damon said happily. “Rock, paper, scissors, whoever wins plays,” Aaron suggested. “Nah, you go first. I'm not really sure if this is the Angry Birds Seasons normally in our world or if it's some weird clone of it.” Damon said, scratching his head. “Wonder what's Sawblade doing,”

As the sound of dry food rattling and a cat cage being dragged across the street grew louder, Aaron excitedly went to help his husband, who immediately fell on his back in tiredness at the sight of him. “Carry,” Dennis panted, closing his eyes and probably about to take a nap. “Why'd you bring toys and treats?” Aaron asked honestly. “Just in case the little guy's angry,” Dennis explained badly. “It could be a zombie or whatever, you know… I'm pretty sure that growl didn't come from an ‘angry little guy,’ dude,” Damon argued.

“Well, okay. Who's going down first?” Aaron asked, making a face that was a combination of scared and taunting. “Uh, I'm like, a minor, and could die, so it's kind of illegal if I go first. Like, I'm all endangered and stuff. Yeah,” Damon stated. “I have scoliosis,” Dennis blurted out, giving Aaron puppy dog eyes. “I could trip and fall and die,” he added, nodding slowly while still maintaining eye contact. “I ate a doughnut for breakfast today, so I'm pretty full; if I go first, I'll just slow you guys down,” Aaron said. “Wolves do that. The slowest and oldest ones go in front so they don't get left behind,” Dennis replied with a smile. “Uh, my leg hurts a lot, I can't go downstairs,” Aaron added. “How about you roll down? It's a much more fun solution :)” Damon replied back, really not wanting to be the first one.

“Fine, we'll do rock paper scissors, then,” Dennis suggested impatiently. “There's three of us, it'll probably take a long time,” Aaron said, tilting his head and looking away from his husband's demanding glare. “Oh, lat tali lat,” Damon said casually, confusing the two. “Huh?” “Shooooot. Um, well basically, where I'm from, there's this game where it's like rock paper scissors, but it's for more than two people,” Damon explained in a very complicated manner, clearly wanting the situation to drag on longer.

After explaining how the game works, the trio finally came to a conclusion on the sequence they enter in– first, Dennis, then Damon, and Aaron behind them. “Oh. So who's carrying the luggage?” Dennis asked to Damon and Aaron. “Do we really need to bring that big ass cage?” Aaron asked. “Like, how the hell are we supposed to bring it down there? Just kick it downstairs and run?” Dennis thought for a bit. “Um, yeah.” “Oh, good idea, you can check for traps and stuff,” Damon agreed.

“A: What about the food? What if this alien–”

“D: No one said it was an alien except for you.”

“A: Fine, this zombie bear–”

“d: – Killer snails in fridges,”

“A: THIS THING, THIS ALIEN THING,”

“D: Ok”

“A: You think it eats kibbles? Little seafood delight kibbles?”

“D: Uh…”

“A: Maybe some of those chicken flavored ones?”

“D: I guess…”

“A: Huh?”

“d: Yeah, why'd you bring dry food?”

“D: Because if I brought wet food, I'd have to bring a plate and stuff.”

“A: Or, you know, just serve it in the can it was in,”

“D: What if it hates the texture or whatever?”

“Aliens probably like crunchy food better.”

“I like crunchy food better than… like, mashed-up meat drenched in some weird liquid. Aliens are like that too.”

“d: Good point, dude,”

“A: Hm. Yeah, can't disagree with that, man.”

“D: See? This is because I was kin with Megamind back in middle school,”

“A: That– okay.”

“D: Yeah. Take that, bitch.”

“Hell yeah.”

“d: So Megamind likes catnip too? We're bringing catnip downstairs?”

“D: That's to make him all chill and stuff.”

“A: Chew toys? Bouncy balls?”

“D: That's if there's guard dogs.”

“d: Oh, and the crab treats are for Jessica, only child, Illinois, Chicago?”

“D: Yeah…”

“A: You really brought everything from the shop, huh?”

“D: Yup! Except cat beds, leashes, collars, custom collars, microchip trackers, heat lamps, cat litter, litter boxes…”

“A: Okay, well just enough for this, then,”

“D: Yeah!”

“d: What if they're lizards, and they're too cold?”

“D: … Shiiiit.”

“A: Aliens aren't– Oh damn, you're right,”

“d: Well, let's just hope I'm not,”

“I don't want them to shit everywhere or whatever, man.”

“D: What.”

“d: This one time in kindergarten, my teacher brought in her iguana and it was shitting all over my desk. My poor, poor, desk.”

“A: Um? How?”

“d: I dunno. Just did. Like, splat, bitch, fuck you,”

“Wait, oops, sorry,”

“D: That's very sad.”

“d: Yeah. Thanks,”

“…”

“d: So are we going in or what?”

“D: No”

“A: dennis.”

“D: do i still have to be first”

“d: DUH”

“D: FIIIIINE OKKKAAAAAY”

“D: this is like that one anime with the big guys”

“the one thats pretty racist”

The three finally went downstairs in the order they agreed upon, and their discovery will be told…

In the next part.

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hey? you're reading this?

hisoillu is fucking canon

and Fuck parigings. if future me is reading this i really hope ur not pouring your heart out for the rat and the pig men. Really , Dude , Really .

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uhhhh written by rocco wulfram cyaaaa

[somethingaboutklance]

This is a little ficlet for @drippingpen / @letlancelive. It was supposed to be a Christmas present but I’m trash and late so whoops, happy new year?

Have Keith and Lance going on a cute arcade date!

“I let you win, you know.” Lance said, pouting at his score sheet.

“Sure you did,” Keith smirked at his 1st place in laser tag. He only scored ten points above Lance, but a win was a win.

“Yeah! I was protecting you from the children!” Lance explained, “If it weren’t for me, they would have destroyed you.”

“Maybe not destroyed, but I’ll give it to you since they did all gang up on you.”

Lance shook his head, “Being ‘good with kids’ is a slippery slope for five eight year olds pinning you down and shooting you repeatedly.”

“You trash talked them.”

“I was trying to make to bond with them! I didn’t know they were tiny evil soldiers.”

Keith rolled his eyes and took his boyfriend’s hand, “What else do you want to do?”

The boys scanned the small arcade while neon lights drew their eyes to each game. A group of children ran around, feet pounding on the eccentric patterned carpet, asking each other for extra coins while their parents watched from the tables. Lance and Keith were probably the oldest players in the space, but they wouldn’t let that ruin their fun.

After roaming through the maze of pinball machines and vintage Pac-Man, the couple landed at an air hockey table. Space-themed with blinking red and blue lights on either side, it was begging for contenders. Four coins for two rounds, Lance smirked, “How about this?”

Keith planted himself at the far end of the table, where the red lights danced on his face as he gripped the paddle, “Let’s go.”

Lance slid the coins into the machine as he said, “Don’t be a sore loser.”

Keith scoffed as he watched Lance take his side, starting with the puck. Keith squinted, “Just start,”

“Whatever you say, sore loser,” Lance let the puck loose.

“I’m not a-”

Within the moment, Lance got a point.

“That’s not fair!”

As the electronic scoring charts spazzed at Lance’s side was given one point. Keith scowled and he took his turn starting with the puck.

No more than two minutes later, Lance won 7-4.

Keith groaned, “Why are you so good at this?!”

Lance gestured to the score chart, which was resetting itself for a rematch. The table turned on again, the electric buzzing began as the handles and puck slide with the static. Lance smiled, “Maybe it was beginner's luck. Go again?”

Keith huffed, “Yes.”

The following match took more time, as the two sides were already warmed up. Still, skill trumps passion and Lance won again.

Keith crossed his arms, “I hate this game.”

“Aw,” Lance skipped over and embraced his pouty boyfriend, “Let’s play another game. I bet you can pulverize me at those racing games.”

Finding the nearest Mario Kart system, Keith grabbed Lance’s hand and pulled, “We are going on Rainbow Road.”

“No!”

They hop from game to game, Lance winning at the shooting one while Keith does oddly well at the mini basketball hoops. With only a handful of tokens left, Lance stopped at the claw machines.

He pressed himself against the glass, peering down to see all the stuffed animals eligible to be won.

“Look at that little snowman!” Lance pointed in the direction of a dozen snowmen plushies, “These games are always rigged but my cousin, Joey, he’s a master at them. I think he’s a magician or something.”

“Lemme see,” Keith peered at one of the more available toys, a small snowman with a blue scarf and Christmas-themed chef hat. It was ridiculous and useless, but it was only two coins to play.

Lance scoffed, “Good luck,”

Keith took a breath then moved the claw around the cage. Luckily the claw was small and thick enough to give them a chance, unlike the loose, thin claws that couldn’t hold anything if their lives depended on it. Keith took the time to align the toy and the grabber as perfectly as he could before he pressed the button to seal the deal.

The claw held on to the toy for only a moment before slipping through it’s grasp.

Lance sighed dramatically as the claw returned empty, “That’s how they get you Keithy-boy, now come on, we have like ten coins left. Wanna play air hockey again?”

Keith grabbed two more coins, “Just...let me try one more time.”

“Whatever you say, but that’s just two less coins for me to mow your ass.”

“I don’t think that’s how that phrase is used,” Keith put the two coins in the machine, and grabbed the handle for the claw that stared him down.

Steady, he positioned the claw, then he walked around to the side of the machine to be sure he was right. Happy with himself, he came back and pressed the button.

With their breaths held, they watched as the claw reached, closed, and captured the snowman. With wide eyes, they watched as the snowman was lifted up away from it’s fellow prizes, carried over and dropped into the receiving slot.

“Ohhhhh!” Lance yelled and jumped.

Keith laughed, “For you.”

Lance hugged the tiny toy to his chest, “Ah! That’s so awesome! Now I have to get you one!”

Keith realized his mistake, “Oh-uh-you don’t have to.”

Lance was already putting the coins into the slot, “Nah, it’ll be easy, you got yours in two tries, I bet I can get it in one.”

Keith laughed nervously and looked around, “Hey, how about we play another shooting game? That Jurassic Park one is finally open.”

“Maybe after,” Lance focused intently on the placement of the claw, “I’m gonna get this guy! He’ll match mine!”

Keith gave up and attempted to help Lance position the claw as accurately as possible.

Four tries later, Lance hung his head in shame as he approached the front desk clerk and bought three dollars worth of tokens.

Cup full of coins, Keith tugged on Lance’s jacket as he marched back to the claw machine. Keith bartered, “Listen, you don’t have to get one for me. Actually, I-I don’t want one.”

Lance looked down to Keith, painful expression on his face, “Keith, at this point, it doesn’t matter if you want one or not. It’s pride, babe. I’ve worked this hard, who am I if I give up now?”

“Three dollars richer.”

Lance shook his head. He stopped in front of the machine, it’s pink lights and cute flower designs striking fear in his heart. He cracked his knuckles, “It’s time.”

Keith leaned against the machine, “Here we go.”

Lance inserted the money and hunched down. As Keith stood on the side, Lance was navigated on where to go.

The claw dropped, grabbed, and slipped.

Lance banged his head on the button in distress.

Suddenly, Keith tugged on his collar, pulling him up. He pointed inside the machine.

Lance gasped, how could he be so blind?

With all of Lance’s attempts grabbing the snowman that matched his own perfectly, he didn’t see the one across the cage, a snowman with a red scarf and black top hat. A new friend. The plushie was sitting face down, completely free of anything in its way.

“He’s ready.” Keith said, as if commenting on the ripeness of a new harvest of fruits.

Lance swallowed and began aligning the claw for the new goal.

He looked at Keith, who inspected the scene. With completely trust, Lance waited for Keith’s nod, then pressed the button.

They watched as the claw easily slide down, and grabbed hold of the toy tightly as if it was meant to be. It carried it over like a helicopter staging a rescue, and safely delivered it home.

Lance shouted and whoops as he collected his prize. He giddly shoved it in Keith’s hands, who was doubled over laughing at his boyfriend’s display.

“Okay, okay,” Keith wipes his eyes, “You won, are we done with this now?”

Lance nodded, “Oh yeah, for sure, let’s go.”

Later in the car, the two were comparing their prizes while parked in the lot. The stationary lamps posts created spotlights in the night while the heavy noise of the motor buzzed in the background.

Pointing to the plushie in Keith’s hands, Lance said, “His name is Seb, he’s our son.”

“Is yours our son too? Because his name is Albert.” Keith said.

Lance shook his head, “No, no, Albert is our son in law. They are gay for each other.”

“I’ll dig that.” Keith agreed.

“I had fun,” Lance smiled, leaning towards Keith in the driver’s seat.

Keith arched an eyebrow, “Even though I beat you at pretty much everything?”

Lance groaned, “I was trying to have a moment!”

Laughing, Keith leaned forward and kissed Lance softly.

Humming into the kiss, Lance pulled back and nodded, “And I totally mowed your ass at air hockey.”

“I’m leaving you.” Keith pulled back and started up the car, putting it into reverse, “I’m never playing anything with you ever again.”

“Ha! Told you! You’re a sore loser!”

“Get out of my car.”

“I love you too.”

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12 Exciting and Moving Sports Books with Disability, Chronic Illness, & Neurodiversity Representation

These sports books, from memoirs to romances, all contain some sort of disability, chronic illness, and/or neurodiversity representation. There are definitely some limitations and gaps in this list – YA fiction books tend to focus on romance when it comes to teens with chronic illness, and there are definitely more books out there about teens who have recently acquired physical disabilities and/or are using mobility aids only temporarily. That said, every year there is more representation out there! And please let me know if there’s anything great that I’m missing.

All books are YA fiction unless otherwise noted.

The Running Dream, by Wendelin Van Draanen

When Jessica loses a leg in a car accident, she thinks her life is over, and she’s certain she’ll never run again. As she deals with crutches and a new prosthetic, she comes to see her past judgment of a classmate with cerebral palsy in a new light; especially when that classmate is now tutoring her to help catch up on the schoolwork she missed. Jessica’s emotional journey as she deals with a huge change in her physical abilities and navigating a world that isn’t designed for people with disabilities, the trauma of the accident, and her resulting survivor’s guilt are realistic and moving.

Rules for 50/50 Chances, by Kate McGovern

Seventeen-year-old Rose Levenson is faced with an impossible decision: does she want to know how she’s going to die? When she turns 18, she can take the test that will tell her if she carries the genetic mutation for Huntington’s disease, the degenerative condition that she has watched destroy her mother’s body from the inside out. If she knows the future, will she still want to pursue her passions, like going to ballet school, or falling in love? But then she meets a boy who has been dealt a similar genetic lottery. Is it worth hoping for the future, if it could include him?

The Year We Fell Down, by Sarina Bowen (new adult)

Corey Callahan was expecting to start her freshman year in college as a varsity hockey player, but instead she arrives in a wheelchair, after an accident on the ice leaves her partly paralyzed from the waist down. She has to live in a special accessible room away from all the other freshmen, but she gets to know the hockey player across the hall, who is extremely hot…but also has a girlfriend. Should she just forget him? Would he even like her anyway, when she feels broken? (Note: although there isn’t much hockey actually played in this book, it forms an integral part of both protagonists’ identities). TW for the use of ableist slurs (by characters with disabilities).

How We Roll, by Natasha Friend

Quinn loves her family, friends, skateboarding, and basketball, but when she’s diagnosed with the auto-immune disorder alopecia and loses all her hair, her friends suddenly disappear. Then she meets Nick, a former football player who is now in a wheelchair after a freak accident. Together, they figure out how to regain confidence and self-esteem, even though their lives look different than they expected, and maybe find love along the way. Note: Quinn also has a brother with autism.

Just Don’t Fall, by Josh Sundquist (memoir)

Josh was only nine years old when he was diagnosed with Ewing’s Sarcoma, the cancer that would lead to the loss of his left leg. This story is just as much about his coming-of-age in a small Southern town as it is about his passion for skiing. But the exciting, moving, and often funny story takes the reader along on the bumpy road to the Paralympics in Turin.

Pinned, by Sharon Flake

At first glance, Autumn and Adonis seem to have nothing in common: Autumn is popular and outgoing, whereas Adonis keeps to himself. Autumn is a star wrestler, but she has a learning disability that makes reading a struggle; Adonis is in a wheelchair, but he’s a strong reader who loves books. Told in alternating points-of-view with two very distinct voices, this book is a testament to unlikely friendships, identity, and difference. It’s especially rare to see characters of color who have physical and/or intellectual disabilities in YA. TW: some non- or dubious- consensual kissing/romantic advances.

The Beginning of Everything, by Robyn Schneider

Ezra was the varsity tennis captain with a whole blessed life ahead of him, but then he shattered his leg in a car accident. This book has funny, witty dialogue and romance reminiscent of John Green, but also has more serious and moving moments. Ezra is unlikable, especially at first, when he’s very spoiled and kind of a jerk, but he becomes a sympathetic and relatable protagonist by the end. TW: animal death.

Pop, by Gordon Korman

After his parents split up, Marcus moves to a new town where he doesn’t know anyone, and strikes up a friendship with an older man named Charlie, who turns out to be the infamous football star Charlie Popovich, “the King of Pop.” But what damage exactly can all the “pops” in football cause? Full of pranks and suspense, this is a funny sports story with a goofy older character that makes the serious issues it deals with (dementia caused by repeated head injury) more accessible and approachable. It’s also full of entertaining football scenes.

A Matter of Heart, by Amy Dominy

Sixteen-year-old Abby Lipman seems destined for great things – a state swimming championship, and maybe even the Olympics. But then she faints at a swim meet and gets a sobering diagnosis of HCM, a heart condition that has led to the sudden death of young athletes. How is she going to figure out who she is and what this means for her life, without the one thing she’s always known? TW: suicidal ideation.

My Shot: Balancing It All and Standing Tall, by Elena Dell Doyne (adult memoir)

Elena Delle Donne, 2015 WNBA MVP and Olympic medalist, shares her story of passion, hard work, loyalty, and family. She was a basketball prodigy who gave up a scholarship and chance to play for the legendary Geno Aurriema at UConn to stay close to her sister Lizzie, who has multiple disabilities, including cerebral palsy. Elena talks about the emotional and psychological challenges of competing at the highest level of a sport, as well as the long-term health challenges she has from recurrent Lyme disease, in this inspiring and interesting memoir.

Hit Count, by Chris Lynch

How do we reconcile Americans’ love of football with our knowledge of its long-term effects? That’s the question that Chris Lynch asks in this engaging story of a teen football star who loves being in the center of the action, even (especially) if it means getting hit and hitting back even harder. Everything is fine -- even though he might have a little pounding in his head, a little dizziness, a little confusion from the chronic head trauma, it’s worth it for the exhilaration of the tackle! But eventually the people he loves him tell him he has to stop. What will he choose? TW: the descriptions of violence and injuries can be quite graphic.

Kicking Up Dirt: A True Story of Determination, Deafness, and Daring, by Ashley Fiolek (adult memoir)

Ashley Fiolek, a deaf motorcross champion at only 19, tells of her rise to the top of a male-dominated sport in her memoir. Although many of the blurbs for the book talk about Fiolek “overcoming” her disability, the actual book is frank and straightforward about her experiences, how it’s felt to accomplish all that she has, and her frustrations about the inequality faced by women in motorcross.

[All cover images belong to the publishers].

For more YA books with portrayals of disability (not necessarily about sports), check out Disability in Kidlit (although it hasn’t been updated in a couple of years). Also, find a list of “7 Documentaries by Deaf and Disabled People” (a list inspired by Netflix’s generally well-liked new documentary “Crip Camp: A Disability Revolution”), here.