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—Slaf Faces, Montreal Canadiens, End of Season Media Ops, April 17, 2024

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kaiden end of season media — 04.16.24

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sorry for all the writing spam i will be making gifs at some point again lol

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posting pwp before noon on a saturday just for @habsfic

kovy/arber — shower sex

Johnny’s heard the stories okay, about what goes on in NHL showers. He still hadn’t witnessed any of it himself yet, but he’d only played four games with Winnipeg before being put on waivers. So had he really been in the NHL?

When it was obvious he was going to be playing with the Habs, at least for now, he thought it was finally time. Especially with guys on the team like Cole, who seemed to love getting attention any way he could, or Savvy, a long time vet in the league. But there wasn’t anything, not even between Nick and Cole who he’d seen kiss on the team bus or with Slaf who had that youthful excitement and eager to please anyone kind of vibe about him. 

Johnny was a little disappointed, honestly. 

They were showering after a game and it was a good win at home, against the Avs too, and he thought if there was ever a time for some celebration it’d be now. He glanced around the room, trying to gauge everyone else, but they all stood at their own shower head, breezing through their routines like normal. 

“What are you looking at, Kovy?” Arber chirped from next to him. 

It made Johnny snap his eyes back to the wall in front of him, feeling caught out when he hadn’t really done anything wrong. There might not have been any of the action he was expecting, but nobody cared if you looked. 

“Nothing.” He shampooed his hair roughly, like he just remembered what he was actually supposed to be doing. “Just—I thought NHL showers were supposed to be a little more wild. Haven’t you heard the same?” 

Arber laughed, short and surprised, and Johnny turned to sneak a glance at him. Arber was looking back, facing him as the shower water pelted the side of his face. “Didn’t know you were into that.” That was all he said, still unmoving. 

Johnny closed his eyes as he rinsed out the shampoo, “Well, I dunno if I am. I was just curious to see if it was true, that’s all.” 

He heard Arber shut off his water and assumed he was done and walking away from this disaster of a conversation. But when Johnny opened his eyes again he saw that Arber hadn’t walked away at all. Instead he was getting down on his knees by Johnny’s side. 

“What are you doing?” Johnny peered down at him.

“Giving you your first NHL shower blowjob, obviously.” That made his dick perk up, already starting to get hard just at the promise of it. Arber grinned goofily up at him and it was hard to believe this was the same dude who grabbed two guys and yanked them out of scrums without any real effort at all. 

Johnny’s only response was shifting so his body was angled towards Arber. He jumped right in, mouthing at Johnny’s cock and teasing him into full hardness. One of Arber’s big hands rested on his flank, water still rushing around them. 

Finally, he took him into his mouth and Johnny hissed, overwhelmed by how hot and wet everything felt. It was kind of amazing to see Arber like this, weirdly vulnerable, and it gave Johnny a weird feeling of pride and tenderness in his chest. He brushed some of Arber’s hair (that stupid haircut Johnny wished he hated more than he actually did) out of his face as he bobbed smoothly on his cock. 

His eyes were closed and he looked serene, almost; totally at odds with the fact that they were in the middle of their team’s showers with most of their teammates still around. Johnny dug his fingers into the top of Arber’s shoulder, like he was anchoring himself to him. 

He wasn’t really capable of much actual thought, not with the way Arber was sucking him, but he told himself to find a way to thank Arber for this later. He was pretty sure Arber hadn’t had a NHL shower blowjob of his own, surely Johnny wouldn’t have missed that between the beginning of this season until now. He could do that. And find out what it felt like to be on the other side of it—the splashes of hot water on cooling skin and the harsh title under his knees.

Johnny was just curious. 

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yes, another @habsfic mini fics fill!!

nick/(always a girl) cole/(always a girl) slaf + little bit of the hr department in nick's head

He wasn’t checking the time to see if it was an appropriate time to dip because the last time he’d done that he’d gotten called out on it. Nick was just spiritually checking the time. He liked to go to bed early, was that a crime? 

He was stuck too, trapped in the booth by Arber on the end. Cole and Slaf were squished together on his other side, giggling to themselves as usual. They were enjoying themselves and clearly tipsy with the flush on Slaf’s face and Cole’s laughter turning into a snort from time to time which she only did when she was drunk. So he wouldn’t have left anyway, not without seeing both of them into an Uber first at least. 

Nick wasn’t following the conversation happening around himself but definitely heard when his name was brought up. 

“I’m convinced Nick might be a virgin,” Arber stated drily to the rest of the table. The way he glanced at Nick when he said it told him it was supposed to be a chirp, goading Nick into responding back, but he wasn’t even sure how this had come about. 

He sputtered, “What are you talking about?” 

This made Arber smirk, spreading out his arm that wasn’t holding onto a beer on the back of the booth. “Just that I’ve been on this team for two seasons now and I’ve never seen you with anyone. A girlfriend, a date, or even picking up. Are you a monk or something?” He laughed when he said that last bit. 

Nick scowled, he wasn’t really sure how to answer that. “No. I’m just—focusing on hockey.” 

He glanced to his right, Slaf had her head resting on Cole’s shoulder even with their mismatched heights. Cole’s hand reached up to pat Slaf’s head, petting her hair that had started out with curls at the beginning of the evening but had wilted in the heat of the club. 

“Why are you paying such close attention to my sex life?” Nick countered back finally, sending Arber on a defensive rant that he ignored. He got Cole’s attention with a hand on her shoulder and tried not to think about how warm her skin felt. 

He leaned in closer to make sure she could hear, “You guys wanna split an Uber? I’m about to order one.”

“Sure, Suzy.” She didn’t even look to check with Slaf, but Nick was pretty sure they would leave together like always. The media liked to joke about him and her being attached at the hip around the rink, but they didn’t see how much time Cole and Slaf spent together outside of it. How easily Cole had latched onto their new rookie when she’d joined them, clearly happy to have another woman on the team. 

He’d put in Cole and Slaf’s addresses as additional stops in the app and everything but when they’d arrived at Nick’s place first, they both simply followed him out of the car. It wasn’t that unusual, he’d heard them say how his couch was nicer than anything they had and frequently showed up uninvited at his house declaring it ‘Liney Bonding’. 

So Nick didn’t even blink when the two of them settled in his living room without even waiting for Nick to unlock the front door himself, using the spare key the two of them shared.     

He turned towards his kitchen instead of following them into the living room to check on Milo and Leo and to grab Gatorades for all three of them. He had the three bottles stacked in one arm and was startled when he rounded the corner to see the two of them making out. 

Nick’s wondered before of course. He couldn’t tell what was close friendship or something more between them, or even where that line was between them and him, but he’d never seen anything as obvious as this. Like Cole guiding Slaf’s head as they kissed even though she was on top of Cole. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, like should he sneak back to the kitchen? But he couldn’t look away. Not when Slaf had her hand tucked behind Cole’s ear and her long legs straddling their other liney. 

He must’ve moved or made a noise to grab their attention because Cole pulled away from their kiss and looked at him. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be a creep or anything.” He walked over closer to the couch now that they’ve stopped, placing two of the Gatorades on the side table for them. He really tried not to look at Slaf’s lips that were even more red and swollen or the way Cole’s skirt was hiked up, showing off more of her thighs. “I’ll, um, leave you guys to it. The guest room is free.” 

He was about to turn away and run away to his own bedroom, to forget about all of this so he could be normal with them at practice the next day, when Cole stopped him. “Wait, why don’t you stay?” Like they were perfectly in sync, or maybe planned this, Slaf reached out and tugged on Nick’s arm so he flopped onto the couch next to them. 

He laughed trying to gauge how drunk they actually were, “Well, I don’t wanna cock block you.” He paused, realizing what he’d said and corrected himself. “Or whatever the equivalent would be, I guess.”

“You’re not cock blocking us,” Cole still had her hand on Slaf’s waist. She looked content, her head leaning back against one of his throw pillows that had come with the couch, but her smile had that edge to it, the one that always made Nick look and wonder what she was going to do next. 

“Do you want to kiss us too, Suzy?” asked Slaf with that hoarse voice that kind of drove him insane. He’d realized how much she liked to be blunt like that, blurting out whatever came to mind, after her rookie nerves had been shaken off. But she was looking at him the same way as she had the first time they met—huge sparkling brown eyes in awe towards him. 

He looked at Cole for help or clarification maybe but she was just staring at him too, with that smirk. 

“Yes,” he admitted, thinking about all the times he’d seen them wrapped up in each other off the ice, arms linked or Cole hanging off Slaf’s shoulders, and felt left out. He wasn’t supposed to say that though. “Sorry.” 

“Why are you apologizing?” Cole laughed, clearly amused. 

“I dunno, it’s like, inappropriate isn’t it?” The long list of reasons he had in his head all season flew out of his mind at that moment. He couldn’t recall any of his very convincing points when he wasn’t laying awake in his bed thinking about it. 

“It’s not. Not if we’ve kinda been waiting for you to make a move since the All-Star break.” 

“Oh.”

Slaf giggled at him, her nose scrunching up and everything, and he and Cole shared a look together before starting to laugh themselves. 

“Okay then.” Nick leaned in so he was fully in their space now, not just sitting beside them on the couch. He wasn’t sure who to kiss first. Cole nudged him with her leg that had somehow made its way into his lap, “God, hurry up. You’ve taken long enough already.” 

He rolled his eyes at her and just for that, he reached out to grasp Slaf’s cheek and kissed her. She responded immediately, kissing him back eagerly. And when he bit gently down on her lip she sighed so sweetly he seriously regretted telling himself not to do this for months. 

He couldn’t forget about Cole though, waiting patiently watching him and Slaf. He broke off to lean over her face and smiled down over her. When he kissed Cole, Slaf had a hand on the back of his neck, resting there like she just wanted to be connected to both of them. She hadn’t moved off Cole’s lap either and the two of them shared the space above her. 

It felt right—the three of them, their bodies, crowded together and feeling like they’d won something.

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"rpf seems like a lot of research and work" well exactly. you can't just watch/read the whole content. you have to be insane. you have to put yourself in the shoes of a conspiracy theorist and a historian at the same time. you have to look up the most asinine bullshit. it's a hard job but SOMEONE has to do it for the sake of old man yaoi and old woman yuri!

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im writing so much bc its only right as the mod but im also like well i hope none of you are sick of me

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"I think kansas city is going to win (the super bowl), mahomes has been there before, the media's gonna be all over the taylor swift angle. I think it just makes the most sense. I hate to say it, cause I'm a bills fan and that was a tough loss..."

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—Nick, Cole and Slaf on the bench, Montreal Canadiens Game 82, April 16, 2024

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Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

For when you want to put your favorite little guy (gender neutral) in a fanfic-type Situation. Send in a fandom, character(s), and/or relationship/ship as well as a number (or a few!) Feel free to use for fanfic, art, or whatever you choose!

Touch starved/cuddle curse

Time loop

Misunderstandings

Mind meld/telepathy/mind reading

Amnesia

Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character)

Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

“Who did this to you?”

Sleep deprivation

Framed for a crime they didn’t commit

Hiding from pursuers

Turned invisible

Drunken/drugged/sleepy confessions

Role swap

Soulmates

Meeting past/future self

Tending to an injury/wound/illness

Possession/Mind control 

De-aged

Personality swap

Fear poison/gas

Truth or dare/party games

Loss of powers/abilities/skills

Showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house

Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

Group project/team effort

Demon summoning

Curse of obedience/can’t disobey a direct order (the “Ella Enchanted”)

Time jumping/time travel/fix-it

Only one bed

Cursed/turned into an animal

Body swap

Reincarnation 

Love spell/curse/potion

Hatred spell/curse/potion

Avalanche/huddle for warmth

Secret relationship

Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self

Avoiding a conversation

Identity reveal/major secret revealed

Panic attacks

True love’s kiss/breaking a curse

Fake dating 

Arranged marriage

Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment

Confessions during an argument

Sickfic/caretaking

Enemy caretaker

Self-sacrificial

Meet cute

Meet ugly/awkward first meetings

Fake death/presumed dead

Wings/supernatural body features

Kidnapping

Mutual Pining (+ Oblivious)

Mutual platonic/familial yearning

Accidental hand-holding

Crying

Lying curse/forced to lie about something

Truth Serum/spell

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Luca Armstrong and Seb Reyneke shot by Lucian Clifforth (2022)

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April '24

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It makes absolutely perfect sense. Doesn't compel me though.

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